tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69888077683693923962024-02-06T18:42:14.857-08:00Somewhere BeautifulUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-36556242657978602732012-09-11T19:10:00.002-07:002012-09-11T19:25:22.197-07:00Sept. 11, 2012 (11 years later)<div style="text-align: center;">
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This will be the 7th year that I have posted this exact same post...which is 7 years since I entered blog world. I know many of you have already read it and seen the video, but I can find no other words on this day. Every year I watch the video again and remember the moments, just like it was yesterday. I also wonder where Mary Lou would be in her life now. Would she be married? Would she have children? There are no answers for those questions, but she will forever remembered.</div>
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In loving memory and in honor of my high school best friend, I decided to share this personal video in hopes that you can see what the world lost through Lou's smile. She was destined for greatness and it is still so hard to accept the reality of her life 11 years later. These are my memories from days that now seem so long ago. As each anniversary of that tragic day rolls around, I relive the minutes, as I am sure that each of you do. I replay the phone call in my mind from my mother where she only had to speak 5 words, "Tracy....Mary Lou is missing" when my knees hit the ground and the gravity of what had happened sunk in. I will never forget or will I allow my children, grandchildren and future generations to forget what happened to change America on that day. Each face lost that day is someone's loved one. I mourn for their loss and I pray for a safer future. So in light humor I share the good, the bad, the ugly. The bad hair days, the bangs, the scrunchies, the eyebrows and even the bad prom dresses. But what the camera doesn't capture are the laughs & giggles, the stories behind the photos, the times that there was no camera to capture the moment, the late nights spent talking and being silly high school girls, the innocence of time and the sisterhood of friendship. <br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-66143774161063186252012-05-11T09:23:00.001-07:002012-05-11T09:23:13.329-07:00And now she's 4!In March, my pretty little girl turned 4. As super excited as she was, I was a tad sad to see her aging so quickly. Could be because I missed those first 15 months and feel like I just need more time with my baby or it could be because being a Mom of 4, she is my baby and no Mama wants her baby to grow up....sigh...<br />
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But nonetheless, the calendar keeps churning away as days turn into nights and nights into weeks...so we celebrated with a pretty pink cake, per her request. <br />
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She is 4 and yet so full of life. She is happy all the time, unless she's 'trying' to pout, which usually ends in smiles. She's my shadow, my snuggle bug, my complete joy. I can not imagine my life without her and like every important date that rolls around, I think of her birthparents. I wonder if they even thought of her and like always, I pray they can somehow feel how this one little girl is so deeply loved and adored. <br />
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Welcome to year 4 of your life baby girl.<br />
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So it's been while....like a really long time. The thought of updating this weee lil' blog has occurred to me like twice, but I usually find something to do that requires less brain cells instead. So much has changed and I am in a much better place than I was a year ago, mentally speaking of course. I was laid off from my job, which I'm quite happy about. I was miserable there, m.i.s.e.r.a.b.l.e. and didn't really allow myself to think of other options because my little girl was thriving in her $1000 a month school and I didn't want to change her schedule. Nonetheless, the company business plummeted and I was stuck beneath a pathetic office manager with no real penis in his pants but had the ego of a real winner. The job was sucking the life out of me, so I began my search to relieve myself from that misery. I found my way into a new company, where flexibility is the norm. I work from home, part time-full time, whatever I want and my salary is much better. We shall see how it goes, I am new to the field and my brain is spinning with so much to learn, but it's a great opportunity. I've also been able to switch EG's school to a part time school next year and save $700/month....much better...</div>
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So I'll just update the crew:</div>
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My husband is spinning the wheels at work as well as he takes over another division. So much good stuff happening, but also a lot of work. <br />
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G is finishing up his 10th grade year where he is doing great. He is still an avid golfer and still thinks that EG hung the moon. She is his first hug when he comes home. <br />
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C has become quite the violinist this year. He's always been musical and artsy, but his skills have improved greatly. He is finishing up his 7th grade year. He's extremely social, he's very out of the box (still) and he's still true to who he's always been. <br />
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W is closing up his 2nd grade year with the best teacher on the planet. He talks a lot. A.L.O.T. In fact, if he's not talking, we check for a pulse. He has a whole lotta stuff to say. He is still fascinated with food and has developed a love for gardening. We planted a small garden, but our neighbor has a large one that he encourages W to come over and take care of. <br />
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lil EG is sassy and sweet, more sweet than anything. She LOVES school and the fact that I see no anxiety in her is nothing short of a miracle. She has been sleeping through the night for 2 years, in her bed and only occasionally does she wake up to go potty, but she always runs back to bed. She is easy going, happy and so freaking smart. She hears everything we say and will repeat it. We can always get an accurate truth out of her if the boys are in a fight or trying to hide something. She doesn't tattle (yet) but she will offer up the truth if we ask her. She loves shoes, hair, clothes and nail polish.<br />
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Below are pictures of the ATL skyline from the top of Stone Mountain when I took the kids for a hike!<br />
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Not because I don't enjoy the people, but most of you are on my facebook, which means I still get to catch up with you!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Since it's a new year, like most people, I have a few goals I have set for myself this year. I really want to slow down in life and enjoy the small, quiet things and by that I mean, a hike in the woods with my family versus a theme park...that kind of slow down. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Naturally, I'd like to shed the extra weight I put on by sitting behind a desk 8 hours a day versus movin' and shakin' my way around the city. I only really have time to run a few times a week and even struggle to fit that in. So now that I've been back in the work force for almost year now, it's time for me to figure it out. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I also have a great desire to learn to grow a garden and learn to can this year. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I have spoken about my desire to prepare my family in the event of an economic collapse or other economic obstacle, which I now believe to be coming down the pipe quickly and I need to organize my supplies. I have a bunch of items for emergency kits/bags and what not and now need to step up my game. I'd like to have all my Tier 1 items taken care during the first part of the year and I will then move on to the Tier 2 items.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Also, I have gone a stray from reading my bible on a regular basis and feel a real desire to know exactly where God wants me to stand at this moment in time. After sampling some Georgia churches last year, we have found one that we love. In fact, I don't recall ever loving going to church this much and I'm really excited to see what God is going to do with my family this year. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Another item on my 'to accomplish' list is to make peace with my employment. It's been an emotional strain on me to continue to work and get it all done. I've had great difficulty with the office manager in the little environment that I work in that has caused me some serious gray hairs and lots of stress. The stress has been no good for anybody and I am making a decision to no longer allow my work atmosphere to effect me. I just recently had a full week off to reflect this and have re-entered the office with my happy new attitude...who knows, maybe it will change the attitude of the person that I struggle with because in the end, I am thankful to have this job.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsD5v0UEUuze9xzZcTTTyPd4esso55rU3sdICNbM4r7ko3eo-9AEpzrb5Y9PQ4ZfUyOj6QofK49xWSfhcPiaNshrW97BdCp9deXBe9xEtuLvxEAyzQjZmFU2KseoMY1wGBa74Y1MEvwgQ/s1600/Family+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696063416719356834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsD5v0UEUuze9xzZcTTTyPd4esso55rU3sdICNbM4r7ko3eo-9AEpzrb5Y9PQ4ZfUyOj6QofK49xWSfhcPiaNshrW97BdCp9deXBe9xEtuLvxEAyzQjZmFU2KseoMY1wGBa74Y1MEvwgQ/s400/Family+009.jpg" /></a> I love the fall beauty of Georgia!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh16D7xAa5oVXN_djqb9bF7bEgWv_9liF_EhpRhXTQdhyphenhyphen8MmmwFZkvJL6-afITs88X3_e3jIcEuABEPJ3MJjd6FQ14FTw-YDsWKEcVhxfHUMUiuiMvC1UVzDa7KPQ0b3oVfmXT2cX-_32A/s1600/Family+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696063347635301634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh16D7xAa5oVXN_djqb9bF7bEgWv_9liF_EhpRhXTQdhyphenhyphen8MmmwFZkvJL6-afITs88X3_e3jIcEuABEPJ3MJjd6FQ14FTw-YDsWKEcVhxfHUMUiuiMvC1UVzDa7KPQ0b3oVfmXT2cX-_32A/s400/Family+007.jpg" /></a> a few kid update:<br />G: He's been driving for 6 months now, he's gotten substantially taller and has gained much more weight, basically, he's growing into a man. He steals J's shirts, shorts and shoes. I can't believe how big he is. He spends most weekends golfing at the country club with all his golf friends that he met on the golf team last year. I'm told he has a really good game, usually only 1 or 2 over par. Golf try-outs are coming up the end of Jan.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEwrwQSHQbthJPmU_lpG09TR-V5gKKrxbeodwfhd8jO5FT0iIQLtVbqaBGN7d-XlGHILTsLUjv1QJvzwhIgzRk-b4jVvXKaEjXIc6jo8sFyfatVjjVNXtis3KCIZACKUz9gpilQ3zVQw/s1600/Family+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696063246139996690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeEwrwQSHQbthJPmU_lpG09TR-V5gKKrxbeodwfhd8jO5FT0iIQLtVbqaBGN7d-XlGHILTsLUjv1QJvzwhIgzRk-b4jVvXKaEjXIc6jo8sFyfatVjjVNXtis3KCIZACKUz9gpilQ3zVQw/s400/Family+015.jpg" /></a> C: Had a busy fall with football and is now in the down cycle of his sports. He is active as always and spends a lot of time playing. C will play anything with anyone. He loves shooting his BB Gun and feels a need to learn about survival skills. He's going to have to learn them on his own because my husband is not much of 'rough 'n it' kinda of guy. C is resourceful and sees the world very different than most people.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87oBEK9C6LtrSPVOPQECBLoN4Xu7PyfRrfYSd0oFDTmc9BXTepnmPiwPEks9UPB9XXGA9rMJhmVSLf4up6S4mY1nOxR1TlXjNLzEUPl0Hg996Ic7oylA_821PBQJzkIKdyaFk4jnmCzM/s1600/Family+013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696063137151202162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi87oBEK9C6LtrSPVOPQECBLoN4Xu7PyfRrfYSd0oFDTmc9BXTepnmPiwPEks9UPB9XXGA9rMJhmVSLf4up6S4mY1nOxR1TlXjNLzEUPl0Hg996Ic7oylA_821PBQJzkIKdyaFk4jnmCzM/s400/Family+013.jpg" /></a> W: Giggly and happy and has recently discovered his love affair with legos. They are all over my house. He loves to cook and most especially bake. He is a Grams boy and really misses his Fla Grams. He still sleeps every night with his blue bear (many of you will remember him) and he always wakes up early.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5l1AZ4qM8LfPayBMKtnWmCW6PcdMO-UFzPDNn2wq0AF3pPAWJVeXaerYEY5cuO4VW5BE-nBrdH2xQX5GG-v-4L5WYPnoUF_75gtAYRa3VBEXQ0LH-ZtWfCXv_HDHsotEK4Ol32eV9I8I/s1600/Family+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696063038833085682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5l1AZ4qM8LfPayBMKtnWmCW6PcdMO-UFzPDNn2wq0AF3pPAWJVeXaerYEY5cuO4VW5BE-nBrdH2xQX5GG-v-4L5WYPnoUF_75gtAYRa3VBEXQ0LH-ZtWfCXv_HDHsotEK4Ol32eV9I8I/s400/Family+012.jpg" /></a>& my little sweetie...awe...she's so sweet that I just can't stand it. I am totally amazed with her. She is so stinking smart, she knows her ABC's, can count forever, knows all her basic sight words in books and loves school. She goes happily every morning and her teachers adore her and then when I pick her up, she always comes running with a smile. She is a snuggle bug and gives kisses constantly followed by "I Love You's"....we've been out of diapers at night now for about a year and she LOVES to have her nails painted. She thinks G hung the moon and W is her constant playmate. She can direct you in the car to her school, home or Ms. Natalie's and she loves hanging out with me and my girlfriends on girls nights. She is very savvy with the iPhone and iPad and will lay in bed and read a few hours every night. She is my hero and I'm amazed at how far she has come.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-YrduQVmHQmkvUIO0t7L_bDUfUe-6f9QhwFZPUixXzb959dYz_ZIf_4W_eZFsbghkUIPat-SDZ1MNhF_yPakO4JowRzZqI-eWxpRvMRqhCestEmO2nZBFQ7p2E4hminhSSstL8C7XNQ/s1600/Family+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696062970222532002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-YrduQVmHQmkvUIO0t7L_bDUfUe-6f9QhwFZPUixXzb959dYz_ZIf_4W_eZFsbghkUIPat-SDZ1MNhF_yPakO4JowRzZqI-eWxpRvMRqhCestEmO2nZBFQ7p2E4hminhSSstL8C7XNQ/s400/Family+014.jpg" /></a> We are taking 2012 by the horns and declaring it game on. It's time for internal change and growing together on a much deeper level as a family. We have a family vacation planned in July, which is more of a working vacation and I look forward to seeing the impact it will have on each of us. For anyone still actually checking in on this little blog, may God bring the best to each of you this upcoming year. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1YjghGc1uQF9mu8DpH6rei8pmfwT7iEmjEJBUt49CETPuBzJ8irv4ds-8Ag9E-eOG0tNZSx-nnCb66pZLUVkHAEg8mBhXwlEn7duKCm8Vl0eRY305eZTyUBb6rONMeLLy56pojkXlO8/s1600/Family+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696062865109434754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn1YjghGc1uQF9mu8DpH6rei8pmfwT7iEmjEJBUt49CETPuBzJ8irv4ds-8Ag9E-eOG0tNZSx-nnCb66pZLUVkHAEg8mBhXwlEn7duKCm8Vl0eRY305eZTyUBb6rONMeLLy56pojkXlO8/s400/Family+004.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-27175413251335450922011-11-02T11:01:00.000-07:002011-11-02T13:14:52.337-07:00It's official, I have 2 teenagers now...<div align="center">Happy 13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday to my sweet C~<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKmgFqVXoWZcKu2OgNdDLxECqvbc28ZE9PinnzAeDyIfM0RTPA8x1fVfa5FWckSVIXYgiiGwhXPIfXQVF8nYY4j8ReZoAqhfvf9lkRgHEBlQC68Ki0Pvj-KIG7id5HBu9wGOWBSQg_lk/s1600/c+bday.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670461222345158738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKmgFqVXoWZcKu2OgNdDLxECqvbc28ZE9PinnzAeDyIfM0RTPA8x1fVfa5FWckSVIXYgiiGwhXPIfXQVF8nYY4j8ReZoAqhfvf9lkRgHEBlQC68Ki0Pvj-KIG7id5HBu9wGOWBSQg_lk/s400/c+bday.jpg" /></a> C entered the world of apple for his 13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday. It's all he's wanted since my first overpriced 8G <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">iphone</span>. He's in love and having way to much fun <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">texting</span> me.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">We did a simple celebration because he's a teenager now =0)</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">He wanted a chocolate cake, with crab legs, burgers and caramel apples...go figure.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEo6DLfcSDVtFpu1t_U2OMn8NLNUndgnfLxS_Q5x3DLVEzfLN0-2zoJdmVPAIMTCcOJV_sAxoXXG6lRGrj4-gQUdvtqOaXiKGFErLN_PaBN3FJCBVuFjBEQPZIILpmKli2af6pii3aXs4/s1600/Cole%2527s+13th+Birthday_0001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670461108740816770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEo6DLfcSDVtFpu1t_U2OMn8NLNUndgnfLxS_Q5x3DLVEzfLN0-2zoJdmVPAIMTCcOJV_sAxoXXG6lRGrj4-gQUdvtqOaXiKGFErLN_PaBN3FJCBVuFjBEQPZIILpmKli2af6pii3aXs4/s400/Cole%2527s+13th+Birthday_0001.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWnQi4hyCn9q1wHfRxpVBnA8ahp1YWhhYWc-Qptg6XJFZLOV8ainfUW1QplZZu_lzqiTgDh5sa-8sOP_bcqqMTV93-2iNnsbX88Rnm5V6K8_dsjIRzHy05-0lxw4FFw3l0D8ZnW6-byU/s1600/Cole%2527s+13th+Birthday.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670461003153604818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWnQi4hyCn9q1wHfRxpVBnA8ahp1YWhhYWc-Qptg6XJFZLOV8ainfUW1QplZZu_lzqiTgDh5sa-8sOP_bcqqMTV93-2iNnsbX88Rnm5V6K8_dsjIRzHy05-0lxw4FFw3l0D8ZnW6-byU/s400/Cole%2527s+13th+Birthday.jpg" /></a> I love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG's</span> face in this picture. She was waiting for me to do all the work on the crab leg <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">eatin</span>' fest.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocnqMvYc3rrn71Zx8KdgTqRSoPjraxMoNn0nKPLpsnXbWex3XWhG4Eo9EQ-b1Up_hWXcUTfHZbg8WF0OisgwaSQs_mJ-RiHlYUddioV84-4wej1_9BGDr7ovH_fyqv4zyOFNKK5KFuhg/s1600/Cole%2527s+13th+Birthday_0002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670460883903988850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhocnqMvYc3rrn71Zx8KdgTqRSoPjraxMoNn0nKPLpsnXbWex3XWhG4Eo9EQ-b1Up_hWXcUTfHZbg8WF0OisgwaSQs_mJ-RiHlYUddioV84-4wej1_9BGDr7ovH_fyqv4zyOFNKK5KFuhg/s400/Cole%2527s+13th+Birthday_0002.jpg" /></a> My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">in-laws</span> swung through town to hand deliver his birthday gift.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0U039CDxaJcYS7232PD1ZS2glribBtg32NdZtqJBFW3XwWmS2psql0zWc6hfdwfJfpDD8_S07MdZjy03XefTMAMRUfz3taBbvdY99VlGFzJOptvwPHW_koEwMi0CgWb8rKpHKe23tm4/s1600/Cole%2527s+13th+bday_0001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670460767477231842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb0U039CDxaJcYS7232PD1ZS2glribBtg32NdZtqJBFW3XwWmS2psql0zWc6hfdwfJfpDD8_S07MdZjy03XefTMAMRUfz3taBbvdY99VlGFzJOptvwPHW_koEwMi0CgWb8rKpHKe23tm4/s400/Cole%2527s+13th+bday_0001.jpg" /></a> I've always been proud of my kids, but it's this child I've seen the most growth from in the past year. He has matured in his own way. He still thinks outside of the box and what used to be an issue for me, I have learned to embrace. I know longer want the child that only thinks to get the good grade. I want an innovator, a child who knows a different way to get the answer than what is being taught. I want him to teach his teachers a few things and learn that listening is more important. I have seen all these things in him this year. His grades are good without any noise from his parents. He is an interesting child who can go from playing the violin to running a touchdown and swimming an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">IM</span> at record speed. He is the kid that gets lots of attention from his peers wherever he goes. He is social and yet perfectly comfortable being by himself. I am quite impressed with ease of life and his adaptability to all types of situations. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am so proud to call him my son.</div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-17511079100187514272011-10-24T12:09:00.000-07:002011-10-24T12:30:35.360-07:00her smile, her joy<div align="center">I came home from a day of running around with G and found EG having her own quite time in the sun with snack.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9U-D5Zszz9M8WTnrET1DUJd2PUBTfil4-gvgWXipZJT5iPDYSTQ4X9ww0eUPd4IcTRkLKbm7gvoguGMPpdpzzbLj-k8SEOXv2AARalyqXpjY6NKvYz6xn6lGHGyBLETzBvQ_fhbilWBI/s1600/Eme_0009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667139246162413474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9U-D5Zszz9M8WTnrET1DUJd2PUBTfil4-gvgWXipZJT5iPDYSTQ4X9ww0eUPd4IcTRkLKbm7gvoguGMPpdpzzbLj-k8SEOXv2AARalyqXpjY6NKvYz6xn6lGHGyBLETzBvQ_fhbilWBI/s400/Eme_0009.jpg" /></a> She seemed to be deep in thought.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8vJCqspP5P3bCtmujuBt_wATY0T5rAQnJShyphenhyphenSnEY2Q_Nig5FXqhSPa3X0nwboMd-16GH-WVAZf9V574IWeVo5tOSB2hk83dCBlJ0blOpaE_YbvYN3DCXF1DnhR8cCGhXDjYuV7yglYk/s1600/Eme_0011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667139155630252658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO8vJCqspP5P3bCtmujuBt_wATY0T5rAQnJShyphenhyphenSnEY2Q_Nig5FXqhSPa3X0nwboMd-16GH-WVAZf9V574IWeVo5tOSB2hk83dCBlJ0blOpaE_YbvYN3DCXF1DnhR8cCGhXDjYuV7yglYk/s400/Eme_0011.jpg" /></a> But she wasn't thinking at all. She said she was watching the birdies.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudzcL_Fuo9lV3sBjAFGDjUa7oeTs3HU_NYLGpy3AjskS-Ln18o_3RnyCOghbV4MPC87S27jiA5twfg6XDO17rGap8HxUMm9o8XuzHtZVisGTeokeugWnEtl9Oa0Ak9FWTMKrNdqJPtKA/s1600/Eme_0016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138995527996530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjudzcL_Fuo9lV3sBjAFGDjUa7oeTs3HU_NYLGpy3AjskS-Ln18o_3RnyCOghbV4MPC87S27jiA5twfg6XDO17rGap8HxUMm9o8XuzHtZVisGTeokeugWnEtl9Oa0Ak9FWTMKrNdqJPtKA/s400/Eme_0016.jpg" /></a> & she began to giggle<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMajyLvmmSY330g70x9rrNemwrzzAjWW_TWJBnzRFyss8buJUJ-nLJ2S8FJ4CIxkMj3seYvTaStKYKYXIrL45JAtaG31TqPZ1I1TiEmOYTH4aEmTTLUYk8yxMryIYNvWVn9upVeQ-jJUg/s1600/Eme_0021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138866893829554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMajyLvmmSY330g70x9rrNemwrzzAjWW_TWJBnzRFyss8buJUJ-nLJ2S8FJ4CIxkMj3seYvTaStKYKYXIrL45JAtaG31TqPZ1I1TiEmOYTH4aEmTTLUYk8yxMryIYNvWVn9upVeQ-jJUg/s400/Eme_0021.jpg" /></a> & I couldnt' get enough of her smile<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaiJu5V5cDef4d_y2dt6qfGoC8yWA3HwPxgbOF2wlV6o9Kp5s7wpiY2rUP0p2arMC4hn_PqQEGxVYqlCEK6dXM9wOZq8B8wIr04qkrfk1aMKL7fQPWhZOjHi-2YQamAcA_rWY4F0hhSA/s1600/Eme_0022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138767208442962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxaiJu5V5cDef4d_y2dt6qfGoC8yWA3HwPxgbOF2wlV6o9Kp5s7wpiY2rUP0p2arMC4hn_PqQEGxVYqlCEK6dXM9wOZq8B8wIr04qkrfk1aMKL7fQPWhZOjHi-2YQamAcA_rWY4F0hhSA/s400/Eme_0022.jpg" /></a>thinking about how happy she is and how secure she feels makes me smile too<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxpK0O7SQ1HummIMCYqJm8_Q1QNrdvjnSlVxic1uk3pc9HB-09TYj0xnR9NrUmwhyphenhyphencHMazF7T1Pg3V8AeCazDOUmEYcxps2CNv0YpltoKLGqyRGjNuUHXrUHyV7HuruXezlxjlo-T9O8/s1600/Eme_0023.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138644320146962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAxpK0O7SQ1HummIMCYqJm8_Q1QNrdvjnSlVxic1uk3pc9HB-09TYj0xnR9NrUmwhyphenhyphencHMazF7T1Pg3V8AeCazDOUmEYcxps2CNv0YpltoKLGqyRGjNuUHXrUHyV7HuruXezlxjlo-T9O8/s400/Eme_0023.jpg" /></a> I had to grab a photo of her in footed jammies<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKiLi3FBm-6QPo-0D1kIGDNQ0WEUcNMLx4TwoxJZdKL1kMlBTf8QSOTWhUMd5CBHXtzXpLpfu5VATFnh3sLuLC262Q_Qr2KkRx0Gd24hI0x65_mYACntq7MckUR8WewvjlC0T126eNSk/s1600/Eme_0025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138523609846258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinKiLi3FBm-6QPo-0D1kIGDNQ0WEUcNMLx4TwoxJZdKL1kMlBTf8QSOTWhUMd5CBHXtzXpLpfu5VATFnh3sLuLC262Q_Qr2KkRx0Gd24hI0x65_mYACntq7MckUR8WewvjlC0T126eNSk/s400/Eme_0025.jpg" /></a> because having 3 other kids,<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRik_lJGiQaG_29jiO65eZcB2XEJ3qAQm21WK-VFO0NIozJocuGepGfvzQjZVe1lFHg9RC13RepTU5GiahfiVAEKzjHAWNZMdF3vi_YY_dXf9dZwHcQuTsnQYZfoFHVLPdBF6PCpnNlY/s1600/Eme_0026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138409381286546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjRik_lJGiQaG_29jiO65eZcB2XEJ3qAQm21WK-VFO0NIozJocuGepGfvzQjZVe1lFHg9RC13RepTU5GiahfiVAEKzjHAWNZMdF3vi_YY_dXf9dZwHcQuTsnQYZfoFHVLPdBF6PCpnNlY/s400/Eme_0026.jpg" /></a> I know it won't be long when they are thing of the past<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYWhitjN9OlBOZ9x_NH35_wv6_9rEnSFWfo6ft71xGqe9AF2AipY8sFIIjyeRYZsmremWDfdPg4ZPilZDz8IzONTSqf5A8RWw-uDFnVKYrj5m_k6jVsLXI793SThHTe1juKgvwb9Aezo/s1600/Eme_0027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138328550816018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCYWhitjN9OlBOZ9x_NH35_wv6_9rEnSFWfo6ft71xGqe9AF2AipY8sFIIjyeRYZsmremWDfdPg4ZPilZDz8IzONTSqf5A8RWw-uDFnVKYrj5m_k6jVsLXI793SThHTe1juKgvwb9Aezo/s400/Eme_0027.jpg" /></a>& she won't want to wear them because she'll think they are for babies<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Xk9RhmwvSlO-tccOwX7zpKz8gHqNgyo-SBb5b4ApjPw3xnbGmfuK5i-bab9rIMPKQfsnPqQvqcQaf_gor2ywHAhMNpKmBe2M4HA0QnYvaVZ1LFUAnWeZ74J805n9IyPKOf_07UuHRT0/s1600/Eme_0028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667138201527917554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0Xk9RhmwvSlO-tccOwX7zpKz8gHqNgyo-SBb5b4ApjPw3xnbGmfuK5i-bab9rIMPKQfsnPqQvqcQaf_gor2ywHAhMNpKmBe2M4HA0QnYvaVZ1LFUAnWeZ74J805n9IyPKOf_07UuHRT0/s400/Eme_0028.jpg" /></a>even though she'll always be my baby...<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-29861464015740201142011-10-10T10:16:00.001-07:002011-10-11T11:06:44.142-07:00drive by post of everything<div align="center">Because I've got mad photography skills, all these photos are off my iPhone....cause I suck like that. I'm at work, bored, because it's Columbus day and because the government is on shut down, I have nothing to do...which leaves me to wonder why I'm here...but I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">digress</span>. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So in a great attempt at keeping this sluggish blog rolling along, I'll give you 6 months of photos in one post, super speed style. I should be awarded a medal for my effort, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">after all</span>, I could be on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pinterest</span>.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I darkened my hair, not sure what to do with it anymore. J and I were going to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Falc</span>0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ns</span> game. On a side note: my hips are not really that big...that's my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span>' Louis sling under my sweater.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_7V4ewIuEZmwyk6aVYqu4M975932I8RW92MmCzahs5cQLWDni8K0Hp9pr5Ff-uVUXDoEBroWjau-LJ1t7ZOVOKzO1UNHd8uTFK2iDz64oT7SwxYWcULkJDPz7cO4joyxWezJE4Y-RWQ/s1600/jt.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915596653626034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_7V4ewIuEZmwyk6aVYqu4M975932I8RW92MmCzahs5cQLWDni8K0Hp9pr5Ff-uVUXDoEBroWjau-LJ1t7ZOVOKzO1UNHd8uTFK2iDz64oT7SwxYWcULkJDPz7cO4joyxWezJE4Y-RWQ/s400/jt.JPG" /></a> A pic that I snapped of Daddy and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> going to church this past weekend. We were waiting for the boys to stop fighting as to where they were going to sit in the car. Seriously?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNRYefENlGy8Anw2I2Vh16EQASS2ffh0Hsrx9P2Mkl2dnJWbsBjDpVRcD_xPWFHj7w4cwDfhvp25-b2L8xiOkTc1hyP0kyIPYO_CPDUOSaPK4OcOcyyeaBWCZcyxSEQnxoNNsHqq_-JY/s1600/daddy+and+E.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915513512891746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNRYefENlGy8Anw2I2Vh16EQASS2ffh0Hsrx9P2Mkl2dnJWbsBjDpVRcD_xPWFHj7w4cwDfhvp25-b2L8xiOkTc1hyP0kyIPYO_CPDUOSaPK4OcOcyyeaBWCZcyxSEQnxoNNsHqq_-JY/s400/daddy+and+E.JPG" /></a>Snapped this pic this morning of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> of her sassy boots and her sassy hand me down clothes from <a href="http://crazy-eight.blogspot.com/">sweet girl Colleen</a>. Seriously don't know where she finds this adorable stuff.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfdU24-jvfKAoymejjryNgoEJGujFkmOICrrDIhcf28gOmHIT_Dc9U5eTjZi21jKcYKLaW-bQ3RYojJNVCFhYdlHUyBmCDtN783dyKgxmYLJjo_m29LOuLyzN4l_Z_5kcYvCOTvA-k98/s1600/E+B4+school.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915447143510290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfdU24-jvfKAoymejjryNgoEJGujFkmOICrrDIhcf28gOmHIT_Dc9U5eTjZi21jKcYKLaW-bQ3RYojJNVCFhYdlHUyBmCDtN783dyKgxmYLJjo_m29LOuLyzN4l_Z_5kcYvCOTvA-k98/s400/E+B4+school.JPG" /></a>This is normally the pictures I get of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span>. She always turns her head when I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">whip</span> out the camera or the phone. I just have to keep snapping cause she will look back and laugh, like she pulled one over on me. I'd really like these boots in my size! So sassy.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaTpPQsoYeykkd45ytqMNu1qj5QF0MmlckK4wYvtHcqRUbyTyT4JDakIbDwqsfLs-fANcNVgUgSUMvrkqCsyRDSjDGJpaOw7VmdVUiJi2yYXrPoY35YI75TeSajUpx4vgckmPfj7TYbo/s1600/Look+away.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915413219571330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmaTpPQsoYeykkd45ytqMNu1qj5QF0MmlckK4wYvtHcqRUbyTyT4JDakIbDwqsfLs-fANcNVgUgSUMvrkqCsyRDSjDGJpaOw7VmdVUiJi2yYXrPoY35YI75TeSajUpx4vgckmPfj7TYbo/s400/Look+away.JPG" /></a> One day, not to long ago, my girlfriend and I blew off all responsibility and spent the day doing fun things. Like shopping.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcD77ay8Lw7VBakZM1QxRY5lmvdhXlvSfJ19fpYGbhV6fzvRHCpgObgbVakmphBd9bKDCfel1d4BZ-MoK4DPCvkpDeniINvTPHjQL_pQrgFrV_5zZSXU_ozYuepsb4PUyEbrcZLTZB5rs/s1600/Shopping.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915170677301714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcD77ay8Lw7VBakZM1QxRY5lmvdhXlvSfJ19fpYGbhV6fzvRHCpgObgbVakmphBd9bKDCfel1d4BZ-MoK4DPCvkpDeniINvTPHjQL_pQrgFrV_5zZSXU_ozYuepsb4PUyEbrcZLTZB5rs/s400/Shopping.JPG" /></a>and drinking a few bottles of champagne before 5.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOOgq2uEemLm0Sizy7ZMyZ-ERaOCLfzuORDGlYnUTQcO1X6qSj7v91en1vvOK9GMNnl6HSYRApzhcA5Z_AN732Kx2zZ4rUT0EZ0qHtALHi7Gz7MJN4k_N4AadKYs8vtuSaKHQ9JcnTGE/s1600/Nat.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661915082193735490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMOOgq2uEemLm0Sizy7ZMyZ-ERaOCLfzuORDGlYnUTQcO1X6qSj7v91en1vvOK9GMNnl6HSYRApzhcA5Z_AN732Kx2zZ4rUT0EZ0qHtALHi7Gz7MJN4k_N4AadKYs8vtuSaKHQ9JcnTGE/s400/Nat.JPG" /></a> & enjoying a nice <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">girly</span> lunch out on a gorgeous fall Georgia day.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2c-ox2onpAM45P5uv2SDZGcfJEhMavKFeqCirMJPTwbMJMOSxep3GBjMaMuytGr5C_7Qegx5at43bAqP3Ftwthwxd0SykwPHiHlQ_4d7IfmhwNf_0BtFN0on4jvEiM1dFrXPXmNb5gM/s1600/Cheers.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914980783035250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT2c-ox2onpAM45P5uv2SDZGcfJEhMavKFeqCirMJPTwbMJMOSxep3GBjMaMuytGr5C_7Qegx5at43bAqP3Ftwthwxd0SykwPHiHlQ_4d7IfmhwNf_0BtFN0on4jvEiM1dFrXPXmNb5gM/s400/Cheers.JPG" /></a> Awe...it was so fun, call it a mental health day.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TKGSC6H6QpFKO3jGN3q_r9XMW21j2N2E8Agxj5Lw5b2XwTLm31-uFf_EuC4M9YDjZ_yUr8s4q_J_y2EG9FFQ-D2x8hRkwl6chejgtgUqBMlGmNkZIcIByrSK63CYwp0q7fdP4ST0epw/s1600/champagne.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914912446573538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-TKGSC6H6QpFKO3jGN3q_r9XMW21j2N2E8Agxj5Lw5b2XwTLm31-uFf_EuC4M9YDjZ_yUr8s4q_J_y2EG9FFQ-D2x8hRkwl6chejgtgUqBMlGmNkZIcIByrSK63CYwp0q7fdP4ST0epw/s400/champagne.JPG" /></a> Not sure I mentioned on this blog, but my son is driving now. Scream.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRTEDJPT7QOrJW2fGXuHts0Lekh1SQ0QdZfbwHiwksuuDEwXYkyohu08zBhYZnOJO1vxSueb-pKPlNar1wBc8PNk53Rv8QgnlJIjV1A1u_e6poZFnuyo_KcLOSnURdVMgm4Zv5mO3cPE/s1600/G+DL.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914721542196786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTRTEDJPT7QOrJW2fGXuHts0Lekh1SQ0QdZfbwHiwksuuDEwXYkyohu08zBhYZnOJO1vxSueb-pKPlNar1wBc8PNk53Rv8QgnlJIjV1A1u_e6poZFnuyo_KcLOSnURdVMgm4Zv5mO3cPE/s400/G+DL.JPG" /></a> We've had a few close calls, but overall, he's a pretty good driver. I'm just a nervous passenger.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBw0MOnuvZilQG-eBdH8TXKXL4NzeQ7610rOogyhZVS_WshV_-6jVW0SKbAQXKMqT4CTZJPDRg3XSaO0iDzDjLRD_8R0lZKDoPEBZ0tsffaMbHFL4AD4Cv2oxhvgSsmrQn3SUgUqfMRiA/s1600/G+DL2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914686185787154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBw0MOnuvZilQG-eBdH8TXKXL4NzeQ7610rOogyhZVS_WshV_-6jVW0SKbAQXKMqT4CTZJPDRg3XSaO0iDzDjLRD_8R0lZKDoPEBZ0tsffaMbHFL4AD4Cv2oxhvgSsmrQn3SUgUqfMRiA/s400/G+DL2.JPG" /></a> We've been keeping very busy with Buckeye football, which isn't as fun anymore without my Buckeye peeps in paradise....sigh...</div><br /><br /><div>They got this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> this outfit before she even came home and it just now fits her...sucks they can't see her in it this year.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-j_oLlELy2n-2MkgyzDDnyZZ_pfVY1kbU8Tmd7BSHg_V673fsNU876SRBtJHndzXgPnPGa2tGVAyTSUjkZv0zmmPpfYQEOC2QFXVf2SUCAGULGaSI_Ydk2NkFlPpYSJtEEP5uBTV-9ng/s1600/go+bucks.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914592089422258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-j_oLlELy2n-2MkgyzDDnyZZ_pfVY1kbU8Tmd7BSHg_V673fsNU876SRBtJHndzXgPnPGa2tGVAyTSUjkZv0zmmPpfYQEOC2QFXVf2SUCAGULGaSI_Ydk2NkFlPpYSJtEEP5uBTV-9ng/s400/go+bucks.JPG" /></a> W is playing baseball now. We are totally impressed with skill level of these youngsters compared to the level they played at in Florida. All I can say is baseball is serious business in this neck of the woods. W started out spending more time dancing and shaking his thing on the field. He went many games with not even a hit and then finally, daddy offered up a bribe as he was going to bat. He scored his first hit and the winning run of a tied up baseball game, which led to him receiving the game ball. His whole team was so excited for him. Since then, he's improved tremendously and if all else fails, we just bribe him with food. Fine parenting skills.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhiIBb8vUlISGXVaAk7fYjHqZJU4JS-iqcuoaHKjjSm57sl4n7pR4dT-TLD4AzE2DNyA1PFtl2N86O_M14J158KfW-yGyZ6RaQohHlpwF1Ci6-SL3-F0zDdJz92vG4Sahd5MLX6DSN8k/s1600/game+ball.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914551998305570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglhiIBb8vUlISGXVaAk7fYjHqZJU4JS-iqcuoaHKjjSm57sl4n7pR4dT-TLD4AzE2DNyA1PFtl2N86O_M14J158KfW-yGyZ6RaQohHlpwF1Ci6-SL3-F0zDdJz92vG4Sahd5MLX6DSN8k/s400/game+ball.JPG" /></a>C has had several orchestra concerts this year and his fabulous grandparents came for one of them. He's quite musically talented. He is my creative kid!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fbE41ZaTN573Q0yGQsJBad17tL6ilWvJYv-p_GlhNAVlv1-ZeGyh13WaKS_Mf-5kUZvos6fOFAfB8CcDc7uXXbu7qZjMF3aoU9HteaUXCVPUXMNK8W5hDpuh7CGe0rNcbY0afy0S6zg/s1600/orchestra.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914508639706402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3fbE41ZaTN573Q0yGQsJBad17tL6ilWvJYv-p_GlhNAVlv1-ZeGyh13WaKS_Mf-5kUZvos6fOFAfB8CcDc7uXXbu7qZjMF3aoU9HteaUXCVPUXMNK8W5hDpuh7CGe0rNcbY0afy0S6zg/s400/orchestra.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> helped me decorate for fall.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhwqh3pdFQA-rcrek93DbVYJUtCoJ9jxV6F2luDvum3tVvxfAt6bK97eUtiOlkCzUU9xsNyLlzxBMHl4CjwNyKatR-LHhcIuzoXVUxcUgkpVpGSFXvRLWbTYNsaOnDTWj-PbOiCsYGiw/s1600/eg+decor.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661914451266111394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPhwqh3pdFQA-rcrek93DbVYJUtCoJ9jxV6F2luDvum3tVvxfAt6bK97eUtiOlkCzUU9xsNyLlzxBMHl4CjwNyKatR-LHhcIuzoXVUxcUgkpVpGSFXvRLWbTYNsaOnDTWj-PbOiCsYGiw/s400/eg+decor.JPG" /></a> & she was so proud of herself. </div><br /><br /><div>However, I'm not getting the added bunny in the middle of her 'pumpkin patch'...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>& that's just water she dumped down the front of her, not a stain.</div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UzrZGzFgacEQx5MXRw5iz-5rca60i0c5tMKOl4aFwuw6P7HEQdc4Ysdj5LAWybR1IfQgF3d1kem8Xey-WI0UsapF3wLVDKLOuc4FHN3zHN3IuAmYtRQTNvd_4OFe9BjOIm2WWaC95q0/s1600/so+proud.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661913805621860130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_UzrZGzFgacEQx5MXRw5iz-5rca60i0c5tMKOl4aFwuw6P7HEQdc4Ysdj5LAWybR1IfQgF3d1kem8Xey-WI0UsapF3wLVDKLOuc4FHN3zHN3IuAmYtRQTNvd_4OFe9BjOIm2WWaC95q0/s400/so+proud.JPG" /></a> W's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">speedo</span> is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">neato</span>! C&W did swim team and they both rocked it. I guess I shouldn't be shocked since they both grew up in the pool. C was very impressive.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVPyPviynxQm7xsUuZvJp5NYjRvx4XbH5P7sfUzS4MDjXZ63XgG-UyO1__lL2jBzhb3IGt7HvI38VyGD8VUIyV-La8BNtN1WRH82L_gLbrYzmMS0OVx2VbzztNJnI2_CnynYvkN3_pF8/s1600/swim+happy.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661913749390550226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwVPyPviynxQm7xsUuZvJp5NYjRvx4XbH5P7sfUzS4MDjXZ63XgG-UyO1__lL2jBzhb3IGt7HvI38VyGD8VUIyV-La8BNtN1WRH82L_gLbrYzmMS0OVx2VbzztNJnI2_CnynYvkN3_pF8/s400/swim+happy.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> is a book hoarder. She falls asleep every night after she's read about 234 books. She's in that bed, asleep, with all her books.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBzKvIK239Uenf_XPaRbjQUOvBpmXnuuvL8-MXmdnClU4vTvZqAe1xbdYhmC5NatsEO8FrctXjsUZtCcVyYxWVR59h-DDNY7OMlL1eO9nWiAxiEGEmydqNUHuRL9_NXUxqg_t1Tve-3k/s1600/books.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661913659021765218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBzKvIK239Uenf_XPaRbjQUOvBpmXnuuvL8-MXmdnClU4vTvZqAe1xbdYhmC5NatsEO8FrctXjsUZtCcVyYxWVR59h-DDNY7OMlL1eO9nWiAxiEGEmydqNUHuRL9_NXUxqg_t1Tve-3k/s400/books.JPG" /></a>How about that! Do you feel all caught up?!?! I'll be back in 6 months, or maybe sooner....we shall see =0)<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-63180845017472058452011-09-10T16:13:00.000-07:002011-09-10T16:39:22.280-07:009/11<div align="center">Wow, and here we are...a decade later. The images so fresh and the emotions so raw. I've literally sobbed every single day this week. I just can't believe it's been a full 10 years since the wake up call came to America in the form of such tragedy. We have another whole generation now, growing up with no idea of what happened 10 years ago. It saddens me deeply. As I sat stunned and glued to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span> 10 years ago, I promised that my 2 little boys would always know what happened and why and now we have 2 more children that we bare the honor and responsibility of teaching the tragic day of September 11, 2001. </div><br /><div align="center">10 years later, I'm sorta pissed. Did we as a nation understand what happened? Did we brush it under the rug, like the '93 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">WTC</span> bombing? Does everyone in the world not get how great Lou was? Was her life lost in vein? God I hope not. 9/11 changed me, from the inside out, my views of the world, my desire to know all about those countries in the middle east that never entered into my mind before and my political views. I also grew a deep desire to know as much history as I can so that history will never repeat itself. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">On this 10 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">anniversary</span>, I wonder who she might have been. Would she still be working or would she have fallen in love and become a Mommy. She touched so many lives...she was a friend to many and so many miss her. She was life magnified and she lit up a room when she entered. She was everything in life that I knew I'd never be. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkUneB4cCfQzHHJGulwKs1MKljl2qXoCmm6fASFH5fQg5GaAie4XX9dEcAfrO6LjXS-aLdYNQ2DUzRBsGmmQAiW32KOvWo0L3U0PRM4ORB1egecDlqJpXpTDt8kZhK1jdWNtyq_ifWAc/s1600/MaryLou.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650873622195824914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLkUneB4cCfQzHHJGulwKs1MKljl2qXoCmm6fASFH5fQg5GaAie4XX9dEcAfrO6LjXS-aLdYNQ2DUzRBsGmmQAiW32KOvWo0L3U0PRM4ORB1egecDlqJpXpTDt8kZhK1jdWNtyq_ifWAc/s400/MaryLou.jpg" /></a> In loving memory and in honor of my high school best friend, I decided to share this personal video in hopes that you can see what the world lost through Lou's smile. She was destined for greatness and it is still so hard to accept the reality of her life 10 years later. These are my memories from days that now seem so long ago.<br />As each anniversary of that tragic day rolls around, I relive the minutes, as I am sure that each of you do. I replay the phone call in my mind from my mother where she only had to speak 5 words, "Tracy....Mary Lou is missing" when my knees hit the ground and the gravity of what had happened sunk in.<br />I will never forget or will I allow my children, grandchildren and future generations to forget what happened to change America on that day. Each face lost that day is someones loved one. I mourn for their loss and I pray for a safer future.<br />So in light humor I share the good, the bad, the ugly. The bad hair days, the bangs, the scrunchies, the eyebrows and even the bad prom dresses. But what the camera doesn't capture are the laughs & giggles, the stories behind the photos, the times that there was no camera to capture the moment, the late nights spent talking and being silly high school girls, the innocence of time and the sisterhood of friendship. 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We need to recharge ourselves, or at least I did. The weather was iffy, due to the Tr0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pical</span> St0rm Lee making landfall in the gulf. The gulf was super rough and even though the boys had fun, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> stayed close to Mommy in the sand and played. Girlfriend didn't miss a beat, it's like she's always lived at the beach. She loves the sand and all the way home she kept saying, "I wanna stay at the beach house with Mommy." That's my girl! </div><br /><div align="center">Taking pictures was extremely difficult due to the high winds. I didn't take my camera to the beach for 'normal' play because I figured it would be ruined by the blowing sand. Below are just a few images, none are great, but it is what it is. G's hair was out of control. 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<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TpYtBYr9BLywakoBL5v6G67sSfWClUyBoEit-H7K7WxZI7jqXDMH6iK4TiMNq_4AN9SkQqwDoitxiyI7sEGuc5__jQ7yowXMTPfgBcwwkS0vyPET5RqKDXpXj49wKcOPeKfKA5MpSR8/s1600/IMG_5872.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646674364159208434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9TpYtBYr9BLywakoBL5v6G67sSfWClUyBoEit-H7K7WxZI7jqXDMH6iK4TiMNq_4AN9SkQqwDoitxiyI7sEGuc5__jQ7yowXMTPfgBcwwkS0vyPET5RqKDXpXj49wKcOPeKfKA5MpSR8/s400/IMG_5872.JPG" /></a> These photos are completely unedited....mainly because I have no time. They are right out of the camera. I have become my own worse nightmare. In fact, if I'm being honest, I'm exactly who I never wanted to be. I'm to busy to think and yet have no energy to really get the things done that bring me peace of mind. It's like a bad version of groundhog day everyday...I just wake up and keep peddling the bike to get through the day. Sometimes, we all arrive safely into home, other days, it seems like a collision of the planets to get it all done. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">I'm not bitching. I feel fortunate for my 4 extremely healthy children and husband, but I'm tired. I'm frustrated with some situations and in all fairness...I decided I don't like working, but I'm committed till something changes. My position comes with complications of being unable to voice things I don't like because I am really good friends with the owners and I keep business and personal stuff all separated into their pretty little compartments as to not skew the line. So I soldier on...like I love it.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">In a great attempt to find some peace and some time to reconnect, we are heading to the beach for some much needed family time. Just us 6. We won't be going back to paradise, but instead will be staying in our friends beach house on St. Ge0rge Island so we can roll in the sand together. I can't wait. It's only Tuesday and I feel like I'm hanging on by a thread to get to the weekend. I miss my old life. The one where the sandbox was at my fingertips. There is something that I can not explain that the ocean does for me. It's where I see things the most clear in my life. It's where all my children's memories began and where we we decided to begin this new GA life together. Don't mix my words, we really like it here and are extremely happy here, but truth be told...you can't take the gulf out of this girl.
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-39604507459009754522011-08-16T18:56:00.000-07:002011-08-16T19:49:52.296-07:00First Day of School 2011-2012<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG5Z3RDFJI166Sd_Rosmf6kaPMH3mqP3hO7ZRUuNTPwQlTVLPpyBk6r8DqDu1JbF7STvHNgeTfHf4kw_8Nsfvmm1apP9YPUIJP44Xh8ML7LkysbJyVQ7anhkhlxKkBVvVHoSyz4IFEQ0/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0048.jpg"></a>W~now entering 2nd grade<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge24WHt8Q2_VBl9pXb3Xy2F92M15xieKjHnsyHEHSRWKfJe8OChDLXoBCqqNd8Cy1qD4vkpPaKnvaszL6floE2GlycVTdiWL-31nYenNQuirRAONPCpSBpgV5gVeeKA7e4TqQM4UMi2zA/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641643112331736802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge24WHt8Q2_VBl9pXb3Xy2F92M15xieKjHnsyHEHSRWKfJe8OChDLXoBCqqNd8Cy1qD4vkpPaKnvaszL6floE2GlycVTdiWL-31nYenNQuirRAONPCpSBpgV5gVeeKA7e4TqQM4UMi2zA/s400/First+day+of+school+2011_0046.jpg" /></a> My sweet W had a really rough year last year. He has been my child that has struggled with this new GA life. His teacher didn't help that feeling last year. And then I went back to work this year and he's had a difficult summer with me working and we were nervous about this year and what teacher he might get.
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<br /><div align="center">After the teacher list was posted, we went directly to the school after work to find out who he had this year. Not that we had any perference,because we don't know any of the teachers, but because we wanted time to ask around. We have found out that the principle took mercy on us last year and gave us the best of the best this year. The only complaint I have found is your child will be highly disappointed year after year because nobody will live up to Mrs. D. I'm so excited. I've read her classroom agenda and all I can say is "wow". After the first day of school I asked W how his day went and he responded with..."It was AMAZING, my teacher is so awesome and we had so much fun!" I am so delighted. My sweet lil' W needed a kickstart to his Ga life.</div>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG5Z3RDFJI166Sd_Rosmf6kaPMH3mqP3hO7ZRUuNTPwQlTVLPpyBk6r8DqDu1JbF7STvHNgeTfHf4kw_8Nsfvmm1apP9YPUIJP44Xh8ML7LkysbJyVQ7anhkhlxKkBVvVHoSyz4IFEQ0/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0048.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641645437622207746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggG5Z3RDFJI166Sd_Rosmf6kaPMH3mqP3hO7ZRUuNTPwQlTVLPpyBk6r8DqDu1JbF7STvHNgeTfHf4kw_8Nsfvmm1apP9YPUIJP44Xh8ML7LkysbJyVQ7anhkhlxKkBVvVHoSyz4IFEQ0/s400/First+day+of+school+2011_0048.jpg" /></a> Girlfriend took a few months off school and was super excited to go back! Her school bumped her up with her class to Pk3. She had no reservations, but instead, she insisted on wearing a tutu instead of the jean shorts I had laid out for her and marched into her class like she owned it. She LOVES her school...which makes this working Mom gig a happy experience. Gawww I adore her.
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<br /><div>G~now entering 10th grade</div>
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGcewJwhfG9JqsaI156Dt4AWkgzxInSCOM95SsSMyFUWv5MlO_dTIaFxsXCisTd-SnKS_MGZ0Y0H0WEMwWFqVK3Z0c4ycMo0pM7hRkkaCx_8XhFJTnMOkha3GFgC7Q39PpWRp0x9xKAU/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0050.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641639385707104866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglGcewJwhfG9JqsaI156Dt4AWkgzxInSCOM95SsSMyFUWv5MlO_dTIaFxsXCisTd-SnKS_MGZ0Y0H0WEMwWFqVK3Z0c4ycMo0pM7hRkkaCx_8XhFJTnMOkha3GFgC7Q39PpWRp0x9xKAU/s400/First+day+of+school+2011_0050.jpg" /></a>I lose my mind thinking of him growing up and leaving....bad socks and all. I can't explain my connection with this son of mine, but I cry thinking of it. I'm so proud of him and there's another little girl in this house that thinks he hung the moon and had I not given birth to him...I might have actually believed that he did indeed...hang the moon.</div>
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGe5bkkf3DZCnbGC83VAoRLDVKgITj0jlYdIA-tLg5swYUAhOay3xtO83tMI9-h_nlcHkXxaK9TECxaWd5rg9D2a6HCE6abZ2ZtNBnu-DG4VAwfzNMlSjfm-fxJjqwkpCpzQoWfd3cS0/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0051.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641639145044772466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdGe5bkkf3DZCnbGC83VAoRLDVKgITj0jlYdIA-tLg5swYUAhOay3xtO83tMI9-h_nlcHkXxaK9TECxaWd5rg9D2a6HCE6abZ2ZtNBnu-DG4VAwfzNMlSjfm-fxJjqwkpCpzQoWfd3cS0/s400/First+day+of+school+2011_0051.jpg" /></a> C~now entering 7th grade
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDIEZNrx87_48EBGPCRNwwlgvOwZ2HgfDV5wLxkB8XdTi7Dcf4lAQ4ma7DvsD-hKf5F1JtScuDybu8jaF_Tv7XJvK5ejHQBFM7LmuAJxM59KibiBwtdoafRpYV-Jihd1z0HNIN36Bji8/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0052.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641638814331179682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLDIEZNrx87_48EBGPCRNwwlgvOwZ2HgfDV5wLxkB8XdTi7Dcf4lAQ4ma7DvsD-hKf5F1JtScuDybu8jaF_Tv7XJvK5ejHQBFM7LmuAJxM59KibiBwtdoafRpYV-Jihd1z0HNIN36Bji8/s400/First+day+of+school+2011_0052.jpg" /></a> My fabulous swimming, touch down running/throwing son. His body is as active as his brain. I pray that this is his year. The stage is set for him to give the best performance of his life. I've learned more from this child than any other. He's taught me that being different is normal. That being considered odd is non existent, that the world is not black & white and there is no box big enough to put him in...he is my C, perfectly imperfect. He makes my world spin and reminds me I'm not as smart as I think I am.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9nxQEjiNodL8cupHwerGHpnf38d6mC6av49A5cDbvN7weVzW2NOU_F6vYKAZbKf4mwg2f1EfIST31oHkewdAh7TZO1hR898SZaQ9fVQQ2Msr1WwLxwuqtF8e9mpA4bAo_enuSNua-kY/s1600/First+day+of+school+2011_0054.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641638591857708850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc9nxQEjiNodL8cupHwerGHpnf38d6mC6av49A5cDbvN7weVzW2NOU_F6vYKAZbKf4mwg2f1EfIST31oHkewdAh7TZO1hR898SZaQ9fVQQ2Msr1WwLxwuqtF8e9mpA4bAo_enuSNua-kY/s400/First+day+of+school+2011_0054.jpg" /></a> I have lots of hopes on this second day of school. Many goals I want for them to accomplish, but totally aware that my desires are meaningless in their eyes. They are each so strong willed and will decide for themselves what this year will hold. I can only be their Mom...there to support them and yell at them to do their homework...it's gonna be a great year!
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<br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-47797618439128687052011-07-20T07:06:00.000-07:002011-07-20T07:35:09.292-07:00Summer Sisters 2o11<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDSzzccaPTCcHJQD39fnzcHe20httVaSmwj2BTM4NIN6EW2xdzpQjRnuU-6qEGpaR19kNeutpnUbeYNc-NNN5AzoZ6Ld-ogwTmfo6cWxQQKtqPA2tHRyEHXrh3zM_cu4as4PzKdc8f2A/s1600/Picture+188.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631438412010144850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDSzzccaPTCcHJQD39fnzcHe20httVaSmwj2BTM4NIN6EW2xdzpQjRnuU-6qEGpaR19kNeutpnUbeYNc-NNN5AzoZ6Ld-ogwTmfo6cWxQQKtqPA2tHRyEHXrh3zM_cu4as4PzKdc8f2A/s400/Picture+188.jpg" /></a> What a smashing good time that was! I love our weekend in the country with just each other as our soul entertainment...and really? who needs more than that? </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Our girls and 1 little fella is growing so fast and what I love most is they know each other and they love playing with each other. We say every year how impressed we are with the lack of toddler smack downs, that it keeps us coming back for more!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgURzAKv8nHANmsrzItwUEm6ULt4nk3sFFbDQi08HQFtrIBxGNx2j4aDEZWmr2zbiiIfL90bby-kvmT25zdhUzFD6NY-AnUDFtTxVv7GGhGMQNRci-NP1SJ2tD2G92jHEGN7Ov6yqc9lLA/s1600/Picture+032.jpg"></a></div><br /><div align="center">My besties, who I talk and text with every day. This group has gone way beyond the adoption connection, it's such a small piece now that we think we might be using our tots as an excuse to our husbands just so we can get away together ;0)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLiKqRtvRBr6R_GhAvOeeD1cv0Qp2djo85hjazxB1_GWcs48yzIM4ZxlO_bRnRlPgyiQY7fsbv9sSdhHUQsOYt8Mu1RID2LWTxXEfH4b5qB6w4dyBnt2YROsPbrM-rWehPMvc03UNvpE/s1600/Picture+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631438166942764226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgLiKqRtvRBr6R_GhAvOeeD1cv0Qp2djo85hjazxB1_GWcs48yzIM4ZxlO_bRnRlPgyiQY7fsbv9sSdhHUQsOYt8Mu1RID2LWTxXEfH4b5qB6w4dyBnt2YROsPbrM-rWehPMvc03UNvpE/s400/Picture+016.jpg" /></a>So so so happy that Col could fly down with Hannah, we've had so much change in our lives since I left paradise that it was perfect to get away together. I think I smooched her face off when I saw her! & Mare...well, my days would never be the same without her in it! She's my 10 minute conversation every day at lunch, love her.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrvZOZ6KiwBhjU0Q_B6oq3An8eJBO_ltUUK_bq5ZMfdWGrPRL7LL7ePuAwKmId_zSnYZIdJm9EftYz-p9t4qJF8Z8ImxDl_v_j5rjRlCyNLwvLyJxOcQeWeuX6Ni5M7DMrk3ruSESwIc/s1600/Picture+177.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631438065988387010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixrvZOZ6KiwBhjU0Q_B6oq3An8eJBO_ltUUK_bq5ZMfdWGrPRL7LL7ePuAwKmId_zSnYZIdJm9EftYz-p9t4qJF8Z8ImxDl_v_j5rjRlCyNLwvLyJxOcQeWeuX6Ni5M7DMrk3ruSESwIc/s400/Picture+177.jpg" /></a> & wouldjaya look at those cuties! Getting bigger every day!<br />& so are their personalities....oh my...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11NKPxiAXzud5MGMKyOohBXIRzNhsDFTJNVmh0AUVXNIKCnfhO_il-11vgqbEJ-8yBlxPPap78wDngnC_1ryK77CvqwBUqPw2RMfjjdyuCqFp0qB6MYPLyYmF9cGzZdOrOb5xJhWO3nQ/s1600/Picture+185.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437979675271138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11NKPxiAXzud5MGMKyOohBXIRzNhsDFTJNVmh0AUVXNIKCnfhO_il-11vgqbEJ-8yBlxPPap78wDngnC_1ryK77CvqwBUqPw2RMfjjdyuCqFp0qB6MYPLyYmF9cGzZdOrOb5xJhWO3nQ/s400/Picture+185.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaHflZzes8UnNkDiOhnWsIijsnfYB9L26J9KePi7t795V_2uFuwVnlZm_CNs6qYTkV-AxaH4Ec8FRG-Mly5BU9m3VKJjtEQXay6xxAVq2AoVXiEvzBU_mqo2xwQKqIUv_OMWFtpH8YZ8/s1600/Picture+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437886549274290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPaHflZzes8UnNkDiOhnWsIijsnfYB9L26J9KePi7t795V_2uFuwVnlZm_CNs6qYTkV-AxaH4Ec8FRG-Mly5BU9m3VKJjtEQXay6xxAVq2AoVXiEvzBU_mqo2xwQKqIUv_OMWFtpH8YZ8/s400/Picture+005.jpg" /></a>Life is just more fun in a pool~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXpm6j8uT2f5Ree2w_QLrH87Ubns-u0NTjwRqn5KDDsiXQVS78L5uGELdtv8Cw3thL61PqjK8aZ74SAfCEEChWBN_yDndrxDTVtqZUm2ies3AAkIkMjO890KnqFTx0veTbHXlkiZDeFY/s1600/Picture+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437763749230114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBXpm6j8uT2f5Ree2w_QLrH87Ubns-u0NTjwRqn5KDDsiXQVS78L5uGELdtv8Cw3thL61PqjK8aZ74SAfCEEChWBN_yDndrxDTVtqZUm2ies3AAkIkMjO890KnqFTx0veTbHXlkiZDeFY/s400/Picture+022.jpg" /></a> & more relaxing with a lifeguard on duty....<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWK9561t2DCT-foEf9A9laiOTO0W5WN_lHWu1OTj7RzFnRvmLJMb6EDI7a5an3AHPhWZFWMmrdAX-XryfS52ZsTVaH4tWw4yG3pXInHPAz5o3w-HhzqCcdW81V21rLZZw9Yv1zVx6f98/s1600/Picture+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437672744024354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIWK9561t2DCT-foEf9A9laiOTO0W5WN_lHWu1OTj7RzFnRvmLJMb6EDI7a5an3AHPhWZFWMmrdAX-XryfS52ZsTVaH4tWw4yG3pXInHPAz5o3w-HhzqCcdW81V21rLZZw9Yv1zVx6f98/s400/Picture+025.jpg" /></a>The girls had a major dance off. All I can say is Whoa, they've got some moves. Scary moves nontheless.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcB2HT8Jo1gd5UkCjiCij9xsCiCKprBO-Hs7179Wn3LhqR5W4oO_IDCmM6aogriVx5TcKO7i244N4pEVlniVrLFK3UveC1F0Kv96-HGIc5NORZw7qPuIsclygEbsHP5_8SU3cuGjCO8e4/s1600/Picture+037.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437598567773874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcB2HT8Jo1gd5UkCjiCij9xsCiCKprBO-Hs7179Wn3LhqR5W4oO_IDCmM6aogriVx5TcKO7i244N4pEVlniVrLFK3UveC1F0Kv96-HGIc5NORZw7qPuIsclygEbsHP5_8SU3cuGjCO8e4/s400/Picture+037.jpg" /></a>Chillin' on Pugmama's bed<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI0sQ7-K8qDbkyBi2OwjnnOm7_56QsvYYHnBN-lhDtRjRtXwbC-5PKRA6pQ7vjfjH0Hm5hrHdFSwJylsTyFRVfbURl3VCkavU-7TDXvc2iTt5DIEYBRQxNg4FA5xsfqAwglmFPdv2yv8/s1600/Picture+062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437423032284386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSI0sQ7-K8qDbkyBi2OwjnnOm7_56QsvYYHnBN-lhDtRjRtXwbC-5PKRA6pQ7vjfjH0Hm5hrHdFSwJylsTyFRVfbURl3VCkavU-7TDXvc2iTt5DIEYBRQxNg4FA5xsfqAwglmFPdv2yv8/s400/Picture+062.jpg" /></a> ~~~LOVE THE FUN~~~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJONC-M1qR0Pw1zfyuusb2DktqIOyTIh-OIYMw67YY9HferLQqHIy14rRXiSLIBdtfuZV7LCgS-znDwsZxJhHfWDEtllz0VFJhld-kyx7jyjIGNDcXZNLdrzPnwDKYltk5Ot7G83h5XA/s1600/Picture+063.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437323472449986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHJONC-M1qR0Pw1zfyuusb2DktqIOyTIh-OIYMw67YY9HferLQqHIy14rRXiSLIBdtfuZV7LCgS-znDwsZxJhHfWDEtllz0VFJhld-kyx7jyjIGNDcXZNLdrzPnwDKYltk5Ot7G83h5XA/s400/Picture+063.jpg" /></a>~~~& the FUNNIES~~~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXy5BvGBJf4Xc20bh-id23oYGcwmWj7cU78DKTWJBzLtINP3KxduR65hev6UJ7WqhsuCxzeHhLDApFjVQwRuzaYXitplkm09i6C9bMrBAFOMfMbdbdTypaGN2Lv4mkaCqUo1xZvQW9HFA/s1600/Picture+070.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437228434363986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXy5BvGBJf4Xc20bh-id23oYGcwmWj7cU78DKTWJBzLtINP3KxduR65hev6UJ7WqhsuCxzeHhLDApFjVQwRuzaYXitplkm09i6C9bMrBAFOMfMbdbdTypaGN2Lv4mkaCqUo1xZvQW9HFA/s400/Picture+070.jpg" /></a> The food is always out of this world when we get together, but I think I literally had an 0rgasim in my mouth when I ate the eggplant sandwhich with goat cheese and basil...seriously to die for.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23wPyufCVhwvhs3HZeSb13hH8vQLqanodWKkQXfplrJMz89npzaCJV-RVTcbqSFAxhOTNggT1CszCXGhjN_UQCrUVTS8F_c8n_OMyxr8gKFGJleUc5LwKu6ASQznNVFmHYTLBqOUTWFU/s1600/Picture+088.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631437083857606722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj23wPyufCVhwvhs3HZeSb13hH8vQLqanodWKkQXfplrJMz89npzaCJV-RVTcbqSFAxhOTNggT1CszCXGhjN_UQCrUVTS8F_c8n_OMyxr8gKFGJleUc5LwKu6ASQznNVFmHYTLBqOUTWFU/s400/Picture+088.jpg" /></a>Every good party has some hula hoopin' action!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92oqzjpLehRlUFH-kdFS6ijC-6VkoqSMWg9Yhfo6v7l6Gbpt3upAzWnAVVoL8WXK5i8MFE3gVGf-uCe8iT9DUxPRVy9mGHwTys8g89-WtA_94X_OvPKpMJgPUVBeEpPJMU6qKyGvydHU/s1600/Picture+099.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436951135823458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92oqzjpLehRlUFH-kdFS6ijC-6VkoqSMWg9Yhfo6v7l6Gbpt3upAzWnAVVoL8WXK5i8MFE3gVGf-uCe8iT9DUxPRVy9mGHwTys8g89-WtA_94X_OvPKpMJgPUVBeEpPJMU6qKyGvydHU/s400/Picture+099.jpg" /></a>and the girls found a ton of ways to utilize the hula hoopin' action.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1eMh3nzbR7CM6oiuUo5mWuzhq6kCEn0_ren7NLNgfmIPascoBnaxffW0itLEt2rENQzhRdjEguGWT88i7VKNg0063CqYCksr4HWyoGy6VrL9oR8WgXtq0N2OFqW9J3fbKHXV7w9qwmw/s1600/Picture+147.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436789431126258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_1eMh3nzbR7CM6oiuUo5mWuzhq6kCEn0_ren7NLNgfmIPascoBnaxffW0itLEt2rENQzhRdjEguGWT88i7VKNg0063CqYCksr4HWyoGy6VrL9oR8WgXtq0N2OFqW9J3fbKHXV7w9qwmw/s400/Picture+147.jpg" /></a>Group Girl Shot<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0ZsShD7uWbSNbzfSZ04f-IKot9BsTy62A2Aj4l8hperiSLofoYafj-r8SreY9EaW4GBVEmTi-jk_CnyPmlREbChihPWOtoFN0JY-IMNIIhH9d8WZ7hAgpFKnUSU_jLon5oLLAcKMFJA/s1600/Picture+165.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436650514433858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio0ZsShD7uWbSNbzfSZ04f-IKot9BsTy62A2Aj4l8hperiSLofoYafj-r8SreY9EaW4GBVEmTi-jk_CnyPmlREbChihPWOtoFN0JY-IMNIIhH9d8WZ7hAgpFKnUSU_jLon5oLLAcKMFJA/s400/Picture+165.jpg" /></a> My happy girl~!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWFhd9LcqrQEjemcoHDtNdIKBji6ZmY29x3mf099SulyopxAG-wR2tSqk-Vqr5GOPXBZJY7tQmxyBq5LhmKHMyqlSRCAcyEYRjWPVT_RMB2act8vCAbaCXXaotAL2XMnMtSnBf-ublzc/s1600/Picture+169.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436493886715618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJWFhd9LcqrQEjemcoHDtNdIKBji6ZmY29x3mf099SulyopxAG-wR2tSqk-Vqr5GOPXBZJY7tQmxyBq5LhmKHMyqlSRCAcyEYRjWPVT_RMB2act8vCAbaCXXaotAL2XMnMtSnBf-ublzc/s400/Picture+169.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESmoeiCIZx5FZda85ooU5AhZwlxio_ePxjUltC3e3aXT0m7iTMbe0YZsl38TducccyIda8PEFk1DiuccfeCQ6Di5S29lLDK6lrgK55JC1JtGjyPIkfwLKDGly0SzIRkALc3JdZQIubPo/s1600/Picture+180.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436316215622834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiESmoeiCIZx5FZda85ooU5AhZwlxio_ePxjUltC3e3aXT0m7iTMbe0YZsl38TducccyIda8PEFk1DiuccfeCQ6Di5S29lLDK6lrgK55JC1JtGjyPIkfwLKDGly0SzIRkALc3JdZQIubPo/s400/Picture+180.jpg" /></a> It is so nice to have so many teachers on hand, esp the Special Ed ones =0)<br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9lAikYnOxCGKzf8euNXKwirkQpq8EacY_8YEE59JyPJjKC73czr4Ty57cnTBC6ZsFA9K80RTlifah62JjlnhyphenhyphenoQrr8Y2_W6JUKwO7NUqG-FX85nJtQo-11n5grCtwes-papsTgG6qww/s1600/Picture+189.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631436037527378066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr9lAikYnOxCGKzf8euNXKwirkQpq8EacY_8YEE59JyPJjKC73czr4Ty57cnTBC6ZsFA9K80RTlifah62JjlnhyphenhyphenoQrr8Y2_W6JUKwO7NUqG-FX85nJtQo-11n5grCtwes-papsTgG6qww/s400/Picture+189.jpg" /></a> EG became the queen hoarder of the hula hoops.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQ8ydtgXZgW-n5s5VzJpKIfQaYjjYazFYebKftpXkOycASH6NDxggGV_kkO6u3sS7HP4FNj73h4OcdiOE3rIwjykuSlFrxizg04P9DgFDkpU8yVMn5gKBEZe_-b1SQgJ84njeXImT2wA/s1600/Picture+191.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631435959056415330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQ8ydtgXZgW-n5s5VzJpKIfQaYjjYazFYebKftpXkOycASH6NDxggGV_kkO6u3sS7HP4FNj73h4OcdiOE3rIwjykuSlFrxizg04P9DgFDkpU8yVMn5gKBEZe_-b1SQgJ84njeXImT2wA/s400/Picture+191.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>After a few cocktails, I had stared at that tractor long enough and decided I could take her on...but Big Daddy informed me there wasn't any gas in it =0( So we just groped her a little bit and took a picture. The tractor was bringing out the WV girl in me, big time!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsfYDnVb5i-AUs47uIYFqVITof4nwEAigNg-ggW5tGh5EN-L6M1KEfVubuuo1RmRTPFF4bKcGx6BNGY7Qh-mAq-51xEjFLGB0u-Bei32BRomQyHfk14ZhQN0Mn4jmuPbQjFpI8xHDQ2A/s1600/Picture+184.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631435836019526370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpsfYDnVb5i-AUs47uIYFqVITof4nwEAigNg-ggW5tGh5EN-L6M1KEfVubuuo1RmRTPFF4bKcGx6BNGY7Qh-mAq-51xEjFLGB0u-Bei32BRomQyHfk14ZhQN0Mn4jmuPbQjFpI8xHDQ2A/s400/Picture+184.jpg" /></a> I love all these girls! I love catching up with them and watching our girls grow!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-71830092704801655282011-07-12T07:07:00.000-07:002011-07-13T13:12:33.032-07:00maybe just one more will hop on board, maybe just one more person will begin to think, ponder, react...<div align="center">America's Crisis<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">A post that will either alert you, piss you off or leave you thinking I've lost my God loving mind...& I'm okay with that ;0)<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I have been on a mission lately, to prepare my family in the event of an economic collapse. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Not to long ago, I was saying 'IF' it happens, now I am saying 'WHEN' it happens. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">What I find shocking is that so many people are not taking note, not paying attention and not preparing their families. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Folks, the <a href="http://useconomy.about.com/od/tradepolicy/p/Dollar_Value.htm"><span style="color:#cc0000;">American dollar is being propped up</span></a>. It is being devalued every.single.day<span style="color:#ff0000;">. </span><a href="http://news.silverseek.com/SilverSeek/1283348116.php"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Inflation is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">occurring</span> and hyperinflation is on the horizon.</span></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> </span><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">If you are a biblical believer, then you know that the end times can not be ushered in without a one world currency, so why are most Americans just blowing off even the most remote chance of this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">occurring</span> in their near future? Global talks of a one world currency are taking place everywhere. Just google it, you'll have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">endless</span> hours of reading pleasure. So we all know that the American dollar has to collapse in order for there to be a push for this globalization.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">What I also find shocking is the turn against Capitalism. Since when is being a Capitalist a bad thing? We don't need to 'spread the wealth' or 'share the sacrifice', we need government to stay out of the way. We don't need more government, we need less government. Governments don't make jobs, small American businesses (Capitalist) make jobs. Capitalism is just one of the many things that made America great for who we are, I have so many friends who have been out of work for over 2 years. We are not talking about lazy bums, we are talking about hard working people who owned businesses and were in a very good financial place when their world was turned upside down...like mine. Small businesses are being bogged down by policies & taxes and are unable to thrive. I'm sick of hearing that we should punish businesses even more. I'm sick of hearing that if you make over $250k then you are considered the 'jet class crowd' ....<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummm</span>, I don't know anyone that owns their own jet. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">So what started for me as mission to pick up extra food for my family for when the inevitable occurs has brought me to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">another</span> whole level of preparedness. I am not in a financial position to do it all at once, but I feel this crunch coming on and I have began to get my crap together quicker. I want to be ready. Rough times for Americans are coming. You can either stick your head in the sand and pretend that it won't affect you or you can prepare and possibly be able to help others who will not be prepared. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">It seems as though the normalcy bias is running more ramped than dealing with the events that are spinning our direction and are coming at us at an alarming rate.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">The most unpredictable thing will be the social unrest that will come when people are not prepared. You can not predict how loons will behave. Just look at the streets of Greece! If you think it won't happen here, you are in denial. Social unrest is part of the fall out when an economy collapses. Are you prepared to defend your family in the event of a mob in your very own neighborhood? I live in a big city that will absolutely come unraveled. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Just think of everything that could happen when the dollar collapses. There will be a run on banks, which won't matter, the dollar will be worthless. How will you pay for food? Grocery stores only carry a 3 day supply of food. How will you gas your car? Gas stations will not have gas. In the event of grid down, how will you cook? How will you light your home? Do you have extra propane? Extra oil lamps? Batteries? Water? I realize this all sounds crazy, but you have to take your mind there. You owe it to your family, you owe it to your kids to be their rock in the midst of uncertain times, to be able to feed them when they are hungry.<br />Things are happening globally that will have a direct impact on what is to come. Israel is being surrounded. Israel is one of our closest allies, why is America turning against them? They represent the western way of life, the closest views of America. I stand with Israel and the western way of life...where do you stand? Do you even know? We are now seeing this love affair with Palestine and many celebrities are deciding to stand on the side of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Palestine </span>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Coldplay</span> now has a catchy little Stand up for Palestine song...don't be fooled by the big names. Know your history. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I just bought a few fun reads: </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Patri</span>0ts: Surviving the Coming Collapse</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">H0w to Survive the End of the W0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">rld</span> as We Know It: <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Techniques</span> and technologies for uncertain times.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Where There is No Dentist</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">When There is N0 D0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ctor</span> (part of a self reliance series)<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">& The G00d Women of China: Hidden V0ices, just for fluff reading ;0)<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I've also discovered a fun, fluff blog that I'm officially addicted to: </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.survivalblog.com/"><span style="color:#cc0000;">http://www.survivalblog.com/</span></a> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Love sites that get me thinking. Going outside of my comfort zone, but mostly I want to be prepared. I am a '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">prepper</span>'...prepping for the uncertain future.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">If the debt ceiling is not raised, America will default on it's loans. We are a broke country, but I know America will survive. If the debt ceiling is raised, we have a wee bit longer of borrowed time before it all comes tumbling down. Don't be fooled by mainstream media, do the research for yourself. Mainstream media is to political, step out of the political realm.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">If only one person reading this will change their normalcy bias way of thinking, then I'm glad I shared. So who's prepping with me?</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-47056432831225154792011-07-08T06:39:00.001-07:002011-07-08T09:41:42.298-07:00a 50 year surprise for my inlaws<div align="center">50 years ago, to the date, my in-laws were married. They were young, super young and have shared an amazing life together. They've lived in several different states away from all their family, they raised 4 magnificent children. 3 of which are magnificent, 1 is just a turd....or maybe just a jackass. He has cut all of us out of his life because I have a Facebook friend he does not agree with, his problem, not mine. But it has crushed my in-laws. My mother-in-law weeps daily over her son and grandchildren that she is no longer allowed to see because he is a turd. Life carries on though and we all refuse to let it spoil our life. So the magnificent 6 planned a surprise remarriage for them in my backyard. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">We told them we were heading to my friends house for a luau party 2 hours before we had to be there. They were not thrilled with idea, but they played along because that's how they roll. So as we walked down the hill, you could hear beautiful wedding music playing. They still had no idea. When we came to the mouth of the field, my niece handed them an invitation to their own rewedding. You can tell by my MIL's face, she lost it.</div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHicK4PKd4wMeqOZs2MWQ0ryNTW8_DQVqlaCzsedxlwtC44dTNYeKOtjzY8Vl2Ao9UNUjPkkYBswuDGm3tP37QqDoeUDzhSbBXfwO3LE124v6JJHZn2Ar979JNqd-Eo9wQ7AO66_YKmjI/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626999238397774370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHicK4PKd4wMeqOZs2MWQ0ryNTW8_DQVqlaCzsedxlwtC44dTNYeKOtjzY8Vl2Ao9UNUjPkkYBswuDGm3tP37QqDoeUDzhSbBXfwO3LE124v6JJHZn2Ar979JNqd-Eo9wQ7AO66_YKmjI/s400/1.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX3vK_G8gxz1199-XHPzLbOyOKVB7wXiqCfu1btUuyeYVdQWNmw596AIbTuS0ldriNUqkfpo2u5WGl_XtdPPTuVyKKgisv3zSMamZ6GC_APhImbNFL71zAO4OchSlNAFmjYskKvyKX2g/s1600/2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626999183688860146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQX3vK_G8gxz1199-XHPzLbOyOKVB7wXiqCfu1btUuyeYVdQWNmw596AIbTuS0ldriNUqkfpo2u5WGl_XtdPPTuVyKKgisv3zSMamZ6GC_APhImbNFL71zAO4OchSlNAFmjYskKvyKX2g/s400/2.jpg" /></a>J's sister began to prepare my MIL with her something old, something borrowed, something new and something blue. We also handed her a bouquet of white daisies and yellow roses, which was her bouquet 50 years ago. Yellow is her favorite color =0)
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAA3kR5lC9w_rw7saOveALtgO8q-E3q23UQtOsqyf0HrupSR7wtkVTzz_F1bEzM5LL03YHdaVPYV4C3aVs6sfU3y9RPHPKhh4ajrXVTkeUPM8FerSdP-BZrgi6qBa0DFxzSsADdYigRuc/s1600/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626999052943296354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAA3kR5lC9w_rw7saOveALtgO8q-E3q23UQtOsqyf0HrupSR7wtkVTzz_F1bEzM5LL03YHdaVPYV4C3aVs6sfU3y9RPHPKhh4ajrXVTkeUPM8FerSdP-BZrgi6qBa0DFxzSsADdYigRuc/s400/5.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdLYx5sw78ZZfGIUJoaIFOcHUqmJY9-XWLXG_EKtcI27XJDPW0gS0V3h0PKdIAA401-3LHF3nCModNPG4oSAdMG9tHNcLrX-CAJAO9zi_6jIUtoggSOS60on4LYjRtuQhGesC8nbDtOs/s1600/6.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998999459049570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdLYx5sw78ZZfGIUJoaIFOcHUqmJY9-XWLXG_EKtcI27XJDPW0gS0V3h0PKdIAA401-3LHF3nCModNPG4oSAdMG9tHNcLrX-CAJAO9zi_6jIUtoggSOS60on4LYjRtuQhGesC8nbDtOs/s400/6.jpg" /></a> my flower girl & me
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvQJRxd-2OwyxVQmtqBaQ7ha0cYyXegVgmqngTtFCHjaftXR3mONG9xLCt7s0S23wv0JOALQOGyh2wJOO_fua18wmqB2StPWpHmIYjs_DxMnUbWqPKCV9vfdwl7U2gWwJXo47LvTy564/s1600/7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998945459160034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvQJRxd-2OwyxVQmtqBaQ7ha0cYyXegVgmqngTtFCHjaftXR3mONG9xLCt7s0S23wv0JOALQOGyh2wJOO_fua18wmqB2StPWpHmIYjs_DxMnUbWqPKCV9vfdwl7U2gWwJXo47LvTy564/s400/7.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8CeEywuT7zcy-tflf7xJ0TqL-tH8R3jIPWAt9dBbn0byxAMneUuDjxSTrqfOO5CkCIJHNeZ1DWKD_oIF0eTS3N4FpSqNxoKJGL_fFEokVtN66NcA6j9PgGYbapHITDZZZXc05U0_OV0/s1600/8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998891788385314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm8CeEywuT7zcy-tflf7xJ0TqL-tH8R3jIPWAt9dBbn0byxAMneUuDjxSTrqfOO5CkCIJHNeZ1DWKD_oIF0eTS3N4FpSqNxoKJGL_fFEokVtN66NcA6j9PgGYbapHITDZZZXc05U0_OV0/s400/8.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEaBugSWP-gDdAWUCaryXVu2Nh6OKcZ9KXHLQjD8YsUZIEqK66pwWWYsXojeCjbZ5OvZRE5sS6k2e0BpsoJbIm9uo6zpUp2tT3ZJeCqW2pTcqTckbq8xFcdbXIpjv1sSKEe3Bp1I5l2s/s1600/9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998836578348002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoEaBugSWP-gDdAWUCaryXVu2Nh6OKcZ9KXHLQjD8YsUZIEqK66pwWWYsXojeCjbZ5OvZRE5sS6k2e0BpsoJbIm9uo6zpUp2tT3ZJeCqW2pTcqTckbq8xFcdbXIpjv1sSKEe3Bp1I5l2s/s400/9.jpg" /></a>The groom and best man (J)
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32HNbd7kGfVeTGeiGzcVvP29CcZ7lcQi_R-By588I0mx1a-oM80imIyX5m71OZRj_mVGwNoY-kjUjA3rcqhDwRyxWibMnPo6htkvX2SKwXVFjZGD5QVzke4Ti76TlQ0DPAqf8z8oyZ44/s1600/10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998767724325890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32HNbd7kGfVeTGeiGzcVvP29CcZ7lcQi_R-By588I0mx1a-oM80imIyX5m71OZRj_mVGwNoY-kjUjA3rcqhDwRyxWibMnPo6htkvX2SKwXVFjZGD5QVzke4Ti76TlQ0DPAqf8z8oyZ44/s400/10.jpg" /></a> the flower children =0)
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIj5V91VlRAWN7i7XhDZgWXQAbpyZ7wu2bl43ydzcyAA3S1wB8hg7CY4H5I7NrIyF6aqB0Xg3KW0nIjijP_71vTeKQfbOCvVeoYCZW0uT0bdRhDFSxLQ4t6sPAoOiS3B6RIdrVwwbsPM/s1600/11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998695978006178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIj5V91VlRAWN7i7XhDZgWXQAbpyZ7wu2bl43ydzcyAA3S1wB8hg7CY4H5I7NrIyF6aqB0Xg3KW0nIjijP_71vTeKQfbOCvVeoYCZW0uT0bdRhDFSxLQ4t6sPAoOiS3B6RIdrVwwbsPM/s400/11.jpg" /></a>EG has never been a flower girl, she was not completely sure what to do, so W was helping her out. She did empty her flower purse all in one spot. Super cute!
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIW2D9Ug4VLFlqwhyHmFmR4Z28Rnz5UM17_1fDevZdrxbCIprE_CNnQa_-Fe1BJ1UR33joaMI9Fsob1w6_8z3pFSM1xJeYCyfwo_BP04c_OI3hxQwl1mcLaDO3KycZ2XfOYtnQgns2wo/s1600/12.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998625480939202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxIW2D9Ug4VLFlqwhyHmFmR4Z28Rnz5UM17_1fDevZdrxbCIprE_CNnQa_-Fe1BJ1UR33joaMI9Fsob1w6_8z3pFSM1xJeYCyfwo_BP04c_OI3hxQwl1mcLaDO3KycZ2XfOYtnQgns2wo/s400/12.jpg" /></a>J's sister was the Matron of Honor
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvl5L5hn-0GOtYhVGCeJnWWfxKu399dmhMkepRSBc_W32IGwnHk63e5TLboEcw_eMnEOgrA09QFO7zzw0MiKE4kfKXPfnDVSyWPRl9dsiy1T4uhDQixfs5XoLRfQqIvBloeJFi02O9Rc/s1600/14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626998569360604002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrvl5L5hn-0GOtYhVGCeJnWWfxKu399dmhMkepRSBc_W32IGwnHk63e5TLboEcw_eMnEOgrA09QFO7zzw0MiKE4kfKXPfnDVSyWPRl9dsiy1T4uhDQixfs5XoLRfQqIvBloeJFi02O9Rc/s400/14.jpg" /></a> Grams 2 oldest grandchildren, G&Z walked her down the aisle.</div>
<br /><div>G is tall, but he looks really tall next to anyone in this family...they are short people.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs0XDAQuMeMmfUDhUKhE_ENe7IC99COuaRCFXshwEGxMCgFLgFXS8k9G525sUQK320FXyrOWejNlZlrNAGLmMxTesYqp0tIHq1LpNJF-uJBIGMzityUIIwpgqNgQiw9iX3tRY2dUwzFY/s1600/15.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626997987354374338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs0XDAQuMeMmfUDhUKhE_ENe7IC99COuaRCFXshwEGxMCgFLgFXS8k9G525sUQK320FXyrOWejNlZlrNAGLmMxTesYqp0tIHq1LpNJF-uJBIGMzityUIIwpgqNgQiw9iX3tRY2dUwzFY/s400/15.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZdAqeasIi1zhfyXEKJE8lfyq2UkZ00nQ_9IUsHeYmmR_z__VkKiuOyxR0FYWDsdfYy852786V9CLIlaKXrdRV2nNFFuTbm8PPxsXnsmIUXqQB-1a9PsOFWlLtvx-BTyQGKY0ytzgNCs/s1600/16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626997895305171234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZdAqeasIi1zhfyXEKJE8lfyq2UkZ00nQ_9IUsHeYmmR_z__VkKiuOyxR0FYWDsdfYy852786V9CLIlaKXrdRV2nNFFuTbm8PPxsXnsmIUXqQB-1a9PsOFWlLtvx-BTyQGKY0ytzgNCs/s400/16.jpg" /></a>C played "here comes the bride" on violin, it was really sweet.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIe6XFl69rRCJqYReLNlRsea0vPNf922MIbcGZlfxjAnGOaFF83DESzG48e04bQSu-QzzyfQKhDkkslY2fgFklMz0b4vrXI18Op2iRYp-KiyQ9GW8OndPwHeoYKvivL_b5oOVo0IZ21U/s1600/18.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626997733952681666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIe6XFl69rRCJqYReLNlRsea0vPNf922MIbcGZlfxjAnGOaFF83DESzG48e04bQSu-QzzyfQKhDkkslY2fgFklMz0b4vrXI18Op2iRYp-KiyQ9GW8OndPwHeoYKvivL_b5oOVo0IZ21U/s400/18.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div>They exchanged a ring of leis.
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<br /><div>My MIL lost it when Chris talked about the gift of love their marriage has been to us all.
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<br />And by no power invested in any of us, they were pronounced still married and he may kiss his wife.
<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHcH8vaEtW0A93bJIsV273QvVOOijM0gVn51LKeeN6L2pSuDtwxCAaCwNgnyTaVkSaWZZlx8a7JFarprgNCsjcZ4GpHhOrOHs4ocvAKCT-l3mVrxRui73KtA7StjRBwcq9wGyxQftzlI/s1600/24.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626997298654573218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRHcH8vaEtW0A93bJIsV273QvVOOijM0gVn51LKeeN6L2pSuDtwxCAaCwNgnyTaVkSaWZZlx8a7JFarprgNCsjcZ4GpHhOrOHs4ocvAKCT-l3mVrxRui73KtA7StjRBwcq9wGyxQftzlI/s400/24.jpg" /></a> my handsome husband
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<br />50 years ago, they stood before a different set of friends and family and pledged their love for each other. On this day, they stood before the family they created and renewed that pledge.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aPKHRlE6wEG0kQERkCqLEYypV2RTfNCULC3mAlus1aGUydPuF_NZlFcgxObkyR9332hO_PzwB_wLENKZhlCkcTBCEeKhSM0sSTwtjdUNTMsABsFOJeKc_yZZIGcjwZpilEqQ9T29-wc/s1600/36.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626984873645322706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6aPKHRlE6wEG0kQERkCqLEYypV2RTfNCULC3mAlus1aGUydPuF_NZlFcgxObkyR9332hO_PzwB_wLENKZhlCkcTBCEeKhSM0sSTwtjdUNTMsABsFOJeKc_yZZIGcjwZpilEqQ9T29-wc/s400/36.jpg" /></a>We went back to my house where we had planned a whole evening of events. There was lots and lots of food, sweets, drinks, dancing and most importantly...laughter.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FwkVb1DMH01MrVYHbaoFKsGwV69fF0LtmBm0ah5MqrNXFCBB9tHiGZaNl9WewEJzYVQpWPB7j4g0hfPfr-OH3kCiZpsMC0td_GWoz4tnOA46OzOKkdsyGuAINH0fa07WBUaVNKuBQd0/s1600/41.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626984385431166562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1FwkVb1DMH01MrVYHbaoFKsGwV69fF0LtmBm0ah5MqrNXFCBB9tHiGZaNl9WewEJzYVQpWPB7j4g0hfPfr-OH3kCiZpsMC0td_GWoz4tnOA46OzOKkdsyGuAINH0fa07WBUaVNKuBQd0/s400/41.jpg" /></a>I married into this family and though my adjustment period was not a good one coming in, I have adored his parents love for each other from day one. I knew my husband had the best of the best to model after. Their whole life has been about the family. They travel from Fla to Oh all the time so they never have to miss a grandchild's birthday or special event. They are present all the time, even though they live 9 hours away. I am so grateful for them who they are in my life and my children's. 50 years is a long time and we made this day all about family. We wanted it to intimate with just us and very personal. Lots of personal touches throughout every little thing. And of course the rest of the long July 4th weekend was just down right fun with his family! It's a family I feel honored to call mine. I love all the laughter we share when we are all together. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKgTwLdgv-Zacqx5Ptcf6hitHTC0tX8Tpm0EBwF1qvpFRfO7S4XxMi6gV3HnhIp4k1gSR2eForXMRmXgdxHkXhWd4mBWnnSekoOS-NxPUdTdT1ApBA7ARMC6XrTaJacxqe_Ojlg8MRfMM/s1600/261227_10150297610888582_746913581_9200986_5670580_n.jpg"></a>
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<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-69700531729998650742011-06-21T13:24:00.001-07:002011-06-21T13:43:39.259-07:00& then he turned 15!<div align="center">Sigh...my first love turned 15 last week. He was gone, living the high life in Cab0 San Lucas with our friends who have a place there. </div><br /><div align="center">Last year we talked about going with them, but then I went and got that lil' thing called a j.o.b. No time off. </div><br /><div align="center">So G went with them and had a fabulous 15th birthday! <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNuDhBeBTch7Mep9Cl_jfH5ELSX_oIEa0vwgpVue99JPspTKn3cWROZZFjThG4__NUVsuL55ZSGORmw1EAwseEDXGbve_fwOcYe2WZe9m5OA6AzGh0qf2ZefUZ45s_PkCDqOQA5Q5528/s1600/G43.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620773316446320514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBNuDhBeBTch7Mep9Cl_jfH5ELSX_oIEa0vwgpVue99JPspTKn3cWROZZFjThG4__NUVsuL55ZSGORmw1EAwseEDXGbve_fwOcYe2WZe9m5OA6AzGh0qf2ZefUZ45s_PkCDqOQA5Q5528/s400/G43.jpg" /></a>They went parasailing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoiJvNfnzGn0mrIExjO794OgJ_f4SRrG1CF_Ueszlt3CLlcS4XRUKpNJtKGF5KeeXkTZjOZjKPnMKKkr718_ZnjLyQuTKkS-HhRIB0cShuDujHoyoFF2iZPrdjI0M4u_yM49xjX2O-Zo/s1600/G41.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620773258405688994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAoiJvNfnzGn0mrIExjO794OgJ_f4SRrG1CF_Ueszlt3CLlcS4XRUKpNJtKGF5KeeXkTZjOZjKPnMKKkr718_ZnjLyQuTKkS-HhRIB0cShuDujHoyoFF2iZPrdjI0M4u_yM49xjX2O-Zo/s400/G41.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RSPIggCD1vVht2v3097qWC5-E1a28sI2GQeI4PCwqqVbBiAGp3r1hhMta5lcbGDXnV5u0FtLegDsQRshy8WQjKKmLlqtBVW-pazYYDqd9yBQpgUhBWLeh2ELG9lvIFAOhrF0ngMhrvs/s1600/G40.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620773197957133890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5RSPIggCD1vVht2v3097qWC5-E1a28sI2GQeI4PCwqqVbBiAGp3r1hhMta5lcbGDXnV5u0FtLegDsQRshy8WQjKKmLlqtBVW-pazYYDqd9yBQpgUhBWLeh2ELG9lvIFAOhrF0ngMhrvs/s400/G40.jpg" /></a> Had a fabulous birthday dinner, where he chose spaghetti again. It's his birthday choice, every single year. He shared a birthday with the other friends that went with them. She wasn't turning 15 though =0)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQ2MgsRmWOocYALjHEDHCIde1953u91z69s1ygcqoQCQGaTbbkvYXC6nYct910UaMpCHiQ82_K9rlC1hAFE3G13FhrO7xO1t5beABYFa6JgG4i-GEEqba052RZ50jWHsa4mPuYE_xyL0/s1600/G34.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772430493973154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisQ2MgsRmWOocYALjHEDHCIde1953u91z69s1ygcqoQCQGaTbbkvYXC6nYct910UaMpCHiQ82_K9rlC1hAFE3G13FhrO7xO1t5beABYFa6JgG4i-GEEqba052RZ50jWHsa4mPuYE_xyL0/s400/G34.jpg" /></a> He delighted in being close to an ocean once again.</div><br /><div>*twinge*...mommy was a wee bit jealous. just sayin.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06nUw3CLOobRaJGcxSSEJNTy2Yx_Ek8UXVTDT1yI5DMGBx_GqmatsQM0FtYbILR7mKK36rOK9PW-OGADhuH9YlXjGsvXqdzsEmrCga8hduMCYoaxtYLwEV5r2DaY4yfrlS7F_VdBoj2A/s1600/G31.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772352225117106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06nUw3CLOobRaJGcxSSEJNTy2Yx_Ek8UXVTDT1yI5DMGBx_GqmatsQM0FtYbILR7mKK36rOK9PW-OGADhuH9YlXjGsvXqdzsEmrCga8hduMCYoaxtYLwEV5r2DaY4yfrlS7F_VdBoj2A/s400/G31.jpg" /></a> He ate fancy dinners every night =0)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkcD0TocrMBjp6lSeIsKK8rvl7MOYbCduk35V2wdMaDJH68loyuJy4u8zQm_r3DA04k59Q0xD8auZfsSk8-Qf9q0Jha3OVCWpPRQTEIw2fowvQuXa6vwmcF1MvaDPhTleuZ5Hpo0t3AY/s1600/G22.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772280485842450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkcD0TocrMBjp6lSeIsKK8rvl7MOYbCduk35V2wdMaDJH68loyuJy4u8zQm_r3DA04k59Q0xD8auZfsSk8-Qf9q0Jha3OVCWpPRQTEIw2fowvQuXa6vwmcF1MvaDPhTleuZ5Hpo0t3AY/s400/G22.jpg" /></a>He got a tattoo ;0) </div><br /><div>His is the one down the side of his waist. </div><br /><div>It's Chinese for "Big Brother"...how sweet is that?!?</div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZJ_jVephLtqhHQ7y7_vC5h0SQeuZX3glY5AIeTFruL9x1OAT6bfP_p5Sq_SWOaAPvo7jvQci2qln8iwYh-R3ixy5mYUdtGQ3vnjRfDmgZOfmbiHA1xrXsAc4INX87Zjdv31yw8jg1kc/s1600/G19.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772178020456066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZJ_jVephLtqhHQ7y7_vC5h0SQeuZX3glY5AIeTFruL9x1OAT6bfP_p5Sq_SWOaAPvo7jvQci2qln8iwYh-R3ixy5mYUdtGQ3vnjRfDmgZOfmbiHA1xrXsAc4INX87Zjdv31yw8jg1kc/s400/G19.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksr8rklHCjneOL6mG7wHdIc3-B8hyphenhyphen2GxK4BAGi7jMHBH2vyMNSHzXgNVXL_bh-qqZeQTJq2rWjQiPFHdhF-KbYmAH5a5oAeFSYjoSJBB7fQ2cHlw_UzVs3pDMm58VWW6sNvq1ZaBXPVI/s1600/G17.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772120641078674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjksr8rklHCjneOL6mG7wHdIc3-B8hyphenhyphen2GxK4BAGi7jMHBH2vyMNSHzXgNVXL_bh-qqZeQTJq2rWjQiPFHdhF-KbYmAH5a5oAeFSYjoSJBB7fQ2cHlw_UzVs3pDMm58VWW6sNvq1ZaBXPVI/s400/G17.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBxhc_pEdI7c0MUfrK5AaSBPVHSwbYQQSPe7f3HUbJSiA2ydBwm3xoPp_ZNM5gBjlnny3G-ukyUFiZkzIKW-l0hp2-D9sBnt0QCQJwtlEevJQ7BdrMeippqaZr3t69HzdJ0NWAVN9Kpc/s1600/G16.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620772045027931058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuBxhc_pEdI7c0MUfrK5AaSBPVHSwbYQQSPe7f3HUbJSiA2ydBwm3xoPp_ZNM5gBjlnny3G-ukyUFiZkzIKW-l0hp2-D9sBnt0QCQJwtlEevJQ7BdrMeippqaZr3t69HzdJ0NWAVN9Kpc/s400/G16.jpg" /></a> He went ziplining. Again, I was a wee bit jealous...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCmhgUZ13Ts1s89WS0FaLYJ5W9WAksgPJGGqN-r-oEp0MxYZjZ2D0MPwTnq4ktU3qg65W7V0cOar_r0kMstg9mLLyrgK04bjUZxJksLfr4I27KOQZpVvQTGwhuXad3h0yIxc0brXZ7tU/s1600/G13.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771971260468002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwCmhgUZ13Ts1s89WS0FaLYJ5W9WAksgPJGGqN-r-oEp0MxYZjZ2D0MPwTnq4ktU3qg65W7V0cOar_r0kMstg9mLLyrgK04bjUZxJksLfr4I27KOQZpVvQTGwhuXad3h0yIxc0brXZ7tU/s400/G13.jpg" /></a> He had his first shot of tequilla *cough cough* I hope it's his last!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByGpznYt35bMSLVvxkf8gQpf9eI3N8bSuM7VrkghAHIZUOAmD7H3-5nrJzmqNJrkbfIMCplzNrOlr4NpfV5Jk4Hf_XtMDH-Rz2DAAN-29U1ClpfT9txIWjHQXtMKu5e47CW4slZUl5JY/s1600/G14.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771913951380658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjByGpznYt35bMSLVvxkf8gQpf9eI3N8bSuM7VrkghAHIZUOAmD7H3-5nrJzmqNJrkbfIMCplzNrOlr4NpfV5Jk4Hf_XtMDH-Rz2DAAN-29U1ClpfT9txIWjHQXtMKu5e47CW4slZUl5JY/s400/G14.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>Then the pool brought him some fruity girlie cocktail for his birthday. Nice.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUfAE9CThT9shcMIDu2S1wY_PWnnuimTo2oaQqHzyGGAZek0rfvrxUdM-uQ3kktOOhgJVIGk-zfmNBZsFMLHdYJXKODNOf_9_aYGV48PyJ_zyjsgr_gbHEPsTAGcN3MdWYmZ5cqA42Kw/s1600/G8.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771746661412242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheUfAE9CThT9shcMIDu2S1wY_PWnnuimTo2oaQqHzyGGAZek0rfvrxUdM-uQ3kktOOhgJVIGk-zfmNBZsFMLHdYJXKODNOf_9_aYGV48PyJ_zyjsgr_gbHEPsTAGcN3MdWYmZ5cqA42Kw/s400/G8.jpg" /></a>He tried to fit in with the locals.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib0K_sYljA6uraPfW5IVezd0pt49v34zI-UCJMzs8vX5buQXmaQwFS8XvzdW_cEmlIpCl02-imqlrswoBdgLM7neGPm-4FPnPqgjCMkcJiNP6a2XvdULBpHoCGjYyVCyFc8Re0-t-HlDs/s1600/G7.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771686458098194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib0K_sYljA6uraPfW5IVezd0pt49v34zI-UCJMzs8vX5buQXmaQwFS8XvzdW_cEmlIpCl02-imqlrswoBdgLM7neGPm-4FPnPqgjCMkcJiNP6a2XvdULBpHoCGjYyVCyFc8Re0-t-HlDs/s400/G7.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0UJIRmkmDmqpyqfx_rcEwdBgGnnfrjUEa0Cpkdp0n6UOI92MXIe-YL7K6OegbuQAf6Ohp8zpiKbMd_XsbYNCGnTnW4NcK3no4IEprXLpSqBng8WA51hw5YpNQ4oKNW6Ga49HqvajBHY/s1600/G3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620771623238971954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0UJIRmkmDmqpyqfx_rcEwdBgGnnfrjUEa0Cpkdp0n6UOI92MXIe-YL7K6OegbuQAf6Ohp8zpiKbMd_XsbYNCGnTnW4NcK3no4IEprXLpSqBng8WA51hw5YpNQ4oKNW6Ga49HqvajBHY/s400/G3.jpg" /></a> He had a smashing good time and came home all bronzed up in color. The G that I've always known from living in Fla....my beach boy was back with a glow!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I can tell you, that I missed him like crazy. He is my kid that hangs with me and talks to me about 'grown up' stuff. He's mature and the man he is becoming makes me so proud to me his Mom. I have no idea how I got so lucky.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-67519146529899384122011-06-08T09:56:00.000-07:002011-06-08T10:32:18.592-07:00Running Flapping Racing<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicogRbB0Yof0eYjjx5iSwmHT6dI9dY3HNm1oXweXrKkvyFVg6TL8WNauJfhIGzx3hU1Ya71R_xhuxdRqTyJgQEniKRo5hU4McGdcwla3aN74nhdABHQEAgPU_Ebqo4fGIES9_fRCJPsOc/s1600/fav+view.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615898561397700498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicogRbB0Yof0eYjjx5iSwmHT6dI9dY3HNm1oXweXrKkvyFVg6TL8WNauJfhIGzx3hU1Ya71R_xhuxdRqTyJgQEniKRo5hU4McGdcwla3aN74nhdABHQEAgPU_Ebqo4fGIES9_fRCJPsOc/s400/fav+view.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">I'd like to blog again. I keep telling myself that I will do it tomorrow, that I will log in and just start typing to see what comes out. I was digging through my first blog '0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ur</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">unforg</span>0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">tten</span> daughter' and was so shocked by how easy the posts came to me. I didn't think about it, I just did it. It wasn't an effort to me. So what has changed? </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Well for one, my entire life has changed. I hardly recognize who this Ge0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">rgia</span> girl is compared to the island girl I spent 17 years being. I guess I could start there. But who really wants to hear about my mixed pile of thoughts on the evolution of the new me.?. Nobody, not even me.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">I do have photos to post, but I have had zero time to upload them, let alone edit them. I feel like life is passing me by and as fast as my legs are running, my wings are flapping and my mind is racing, I can't keep up. I'm drowning in the sea of life. Summertime is here and I wonder what ever happened to those lazy days of summer??? Why hasn't life slowed down?</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I'm making it to my all of my kids events, I'm still managing to coupon, cook every night, grill out, go to the pool, enjoy my cocktails with my friends, but I don't feel deeply connected to this new life of mine. I'm not even really sure how to explain it. My kids love it here, but we all miss our island time, the place that makes me heart beat fast and my mind stand still. The place that lets me know that all is right in the world. The place that has heard my laughter and held my tears. I miss home, but there's no going back right now. We are here because we have to be. It's what is right and it is what it is. It's not that we don't like it here, in fact, we really do. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Every time</span> I get overwhelmed, I get the urge to run back home. So maybe that's all there is to it. I just don't know. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I've changed as a person. I view things much differently than I used to. I've grown. We've gone through more in the past few years than we've ever gone through before and it's changed who we are. I don't really find these things so blog worthy, but <strong><em>this</em></strong> 'change' has been all encompassing. </div><br /><div align="center">I tie in my life with all that's going on in the world and and it causes a huge fear in me, a road block into my thought patterns that I stop processing. I do have huge fears. Shit is coming down the tube faster than I can prepare for. The world is changing and nobody seems to be talking about it. I don't understand if nobody wants to speak out and say something or if nobody notices? But it has me scared to death for my family. Why is nobody around me scared? or talking about it? </div><br /><div align="center">Speaking of talking? What happened to all the blogs that talk? Talk about stuff? All the blogs seem to be a photography blog of fantastically beautiful pictures that display gorgeous kids in fabulous clothing with sassy headbands. I think they are great, but I wonder how anyone has time...when I'm running, flapping and racing to get through the day with a smile on my face.</div><br /><div align="center">Just wondering...</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-85197757247496556582011-06-01T09:32:00.000-07:002011-06-01T09:52:02.029-07:00The New Kind of Summer<div align="center">I knew it was coming. I knew I'd need a game plan and I knew I needed to figure out a few things before it came. But like everything else in my life right now, here I am without a game plan. Summer came, like clock work.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I've never worked in the summer and I'm not sure if it's more difficult on the kids or myself, but it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">suckin</span>' some serious wind right now. My kids want to hang out at the pool all day and eat <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">watermelon</span>. They want to have all their friends over to stay up late and eat junk food, they want to go to parks, hikes and they want to go to the beach damn it. I want to go to the beach. </div><br /><div align="center"><br />We are adjusting, quite stubbornly, to a new life. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I was hoping to begin working from home in the afternoons to help the flow of this new kind of summer, but it's a no go. I'm disappointed to say the least. It was an option that was on the table before I took the position, but now it's not. Disappointed. I was thinking of pulling EG out of school for a few different reasons during the summer only, but that's off the table now as well. Totally disappointed. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">How does everyone else do it? </div><br /><div align="center">I know I can't be the only working M0m out there that struggles with this combo? </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-56978665026924311602011-05-25T07:44:00.000-07:002011-05-25T08:02:35.067-07:00Last Day of School!<div align="center">We have survived...all of us.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NFZoGivgDaaYZVMnTQE4CjQc53BDRjE4DOItuiJeLO7EBqR41N2MWsGU3Yd05ySLnaJaePrOKUa3cYN93rCGUpgDg_IcyriNnbjkhkzDK_OmxUKkBwXu82OoYY9_cWqYwbAxMQlsnzk/s1600/IMG_4735.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610665463805525698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7NFZoGivgDaaYZVMnTQE4CjQc53BDRjE4DOItuiJeLO7EBqR41N2MWsGU3Yd05ySLnaJaePrOKUa3cYN93rCGUpgDg_IcyriNnbjkhkzDK_OmxUKkBwXu82OoYY9_cWqYwbAxMQlsnzk/s400/IMG_4735.JPG" /></a> G managed to figure out the difficult level of his Freshman courses and get his butt on track for a strong finish.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZLLK_1k1kZOsOLb7gwDJI-baLThR1bh8bqv8EsEnFaDdfeX-K0eWNSqtKN06NT8xPLCKVJlZdKnF5JDBEprYWmBqp2jpcjix4DbAan90iwzDqPB8G6ZB-uJsvzIYpqbMK-bH0d7_5iw/s1600/IMG_4746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610665376395469650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmZLLK_1k1kZOsOLb7gwDJI-baLThR1bh8bqv8EsEnFaDdfeX-K0eWNSqtKN06NT8xPLCKVJlZdKnF5JDBEprYWmBqp2jpcjix4DbAan90iwzDqPB8G6ZB-uJsvzIYpqbMK-bH0d7_5iw/s400/IMG_4746.JPG" /></a> C managed to annoy a few teachers, till they figured him out a little better and he survived his first year of middle school.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2n1STinkCeT9UjAdCfDt-MeGkn3KxQn3vNb8JPckhaQ1lNz3EUPJaBivVUuX1ajYu-9FfEwdDT1PAmlPp1YdTxFXNrVvdquM9foyZUt-Ps4ahGRSqfEPu5iVw2t5S0bZ9qziLnIzJltc/s1600/IMG_4756.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610665272812880738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2n1STinkCeT9UjAdCfDt-MeGkn3KxQn3vNb8JPckhaQ1lNz3EUPJaBivVUuX1ajYu-9FfEwdDT1PAmlPp1YdTxFXNrVvdquM9foyZUt-Ps4ahGRSqfEPu5iVw2t5S0bZ9qziLnIzJltc/s400/IMG_4756.JPG" /></a> And well, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span>' W survived. It's been a tough year for him. He has had the hardest time adjusting to his new life in GA. He misses paradise and reminds me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">regularly</span> that he's ready to go home =0(</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He had a pain in the ass teacher, who no doubt, taught him a lot and covered many things that aren't being touched in our old school system till next year, but the price was difficult on him. He is the youngest in the class and misses his old life. He had quite the social life in paradise and it's not quite as happening here for him. We are working on it and I pray he gets a teacher that</div><br /><div>A. Likes Boys and B. Gets that he is the youngest in his class. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I hope summer brings back his smiles. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEX9z5itBlwWJBFb-xpgNz9PyY_-0J_Gl-wVyN7d8hi-MfXD4XpJKOtf_gVZzhRivRrY-X_4coAZcjTw8frgCRVjZAmzwmRJBdl0qQcYPxx4jAnt4ep4UyFEYjwjOIVePtQjyG-zJF6I/s1600/IMG_4734.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610665151715611442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXEX9z5itBlwWJBFb-xpgNz9PyY_-0J_Gl-wVyN7d8hi-MfXD4XpJKOtf_gVZzhRivRrY-X_4coAZcjTw8frgCRVjZAmzwmRJBdl0qQcYPxx4jAnt4ep4UyFEYjwjOIVePtQjyG-zJF6I/s400/IMG_4734.JPG" /></a>AND this is what my ducklings looked like at the start of the year...</div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwz8eIEAkOt4GGmVQ1ftddp_J-fx39b_pS9YQGYhmVbCv2I7pBponvuO3-r5SrQInwxVR8eIviuAVG6pTl3I-IqpfWktKUJqtzKN0-_EKD_gucQ5SGrME-RRExuRcisj4I5TNniCEtgc/s1600/IMG_2271.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610665014861015074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpwz8eIEAkOt4GGmVQ1ftddp_J-fx39b_pS9YQGYhmVbCv2I7pBponvuO3-r5SrQInwxVR8eIviuAVG6pTl3I-IqpfWktKUJqtzKN0-_EKD_gucQ5SGrME-RRExuRcisj4I5TNniCEtgc/s400/IMG_2271.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa28T64JnKDu9HNyAR9tEpk-FC_GsXNrtGbIQ1-pvBgg0scz3Ftrc0Y-Fpoq3JSkpKGtHmgrjHzOcGb0MJU2Z4GLN9J4uEZ391xZoeTY63dNTsvWM82-Zs1UpT9vDBKEpJ56ZmqgasKQ/s1600/IMG_2276.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610664962346589650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZa28T64JnKDu9HNyAR9tEpk-FC_GsXNrtGbIQ1-pvBgg0scz3Ftrc0Y-Fpoq3JSkpKGtHmgrjHzOcGb0MJU2Z4GLN9J4uEZ391xZoeTY63dNTsvWM82-Zs1UpT9vDBKEpJ56ZmqgasKQ/s400/IMG_2276.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTu6U8GnCETX8bIYMWXoAJvi1LEF4bu3E_Dpl0W7Wm4nVXTqKx1S7-G502jWi6aqxQifttzrdFrUih8Wl6l3rw57SV4f8I-5UKWzIguUf8ipKGhd8nO0-g7E7oOu11CSGgxpySOv4Wvj4/s1600/IMG_2248.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610664908509578658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTu6U8GnCETX8bIYMWXoAJvi1LEF4bu3E_Dpl0W7Wm4nVXTqKx1S7-G502jWi6aqxQifttzrdFrUih8Wl6l3rw57SV4f8I-5UKWzIguUf8ipKGhd8nO0-g7E7oOu11CSGgxpySOv4Wvj4/s400/IMG_2248.jpg" /></a>The growth spurts have been huge. </div><br /><div>G became a man.</div><br /><div>C grew a few inches</div><br /><div>W grew just a tad</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's to the SUMMER OF 2011! Georgia Style ;0) </div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-12578088904235084442011-05-24T10:26:00.000-07:002011-05-24T10:56:22.446-07:002 years ago...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrmfUaYA1n6KEh_L7Bcb5-NSbTZT7PumQ9D6cMxrdez6bCg9jIDBtA1S2awGkHLhdwJ5O6WcPgTdjeeNpZX_aGQvtVcijMkdJx41eLGLMYvg6PPkoep0lGb10aKZw7-81uEVfT3OWmxM/s1600/n746913581_2652986_4225724.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610338781790030050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigrmfUaYA1n6KEh_L7Bcb5-NSbTZT7PumQ9D6cMxrdez6bCg9jIDBtA1S2awGkHLhdwJ5O6WcPgTdjeeNpZX_aGQvtVcijMkdJx41eLGLMYvg6PPkoep0lGb10aKZw7-81uEVfT3OWmxM/s400/n746913581_2652986_4225724.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><br /><div align="center">It was 2 years ago when I walked into that hotel room and saw a stranger carry my daughter towards me. I am in awe of 'that moment' and the emotions that it stirs in me. I know my girl had a rough beginning and that was just the beginning of another journey to her new life. We have come so far that it sort of shocks me that it's only been 2 years. The connection with each one of my children is different in it's own right, but I admit, that our connection is much deeper on a very different level. Maybe because the depth of emotions felt came very quickly and cut right to the core of all of life's natural understandings. I am fiercly protective of her heart, though I'm learning to let her spread her wings now that she has the confidence to do so. </div></div><br /><div align="center">They always say you get matched with the perfect child for you and they weren't lying. I have no idea how they do it, but I do know there was never a little girl more fit to be my child. She is exactly who my soul longed for my entire life and I will spend the rest of my life thanking God for the journey and all the 2 million little things that led us to be together. I can't imagine my life without her. </div><br /><div align="center">Our travel video is posted here: <a href="http://www.emesjourney.com/"><span style="color:#ff0000;">www.emesjourney</span><span style="color:#ff0000;">.com</span></a> </div><br /><div align="center">thanks to the smartness of <a href="http://waitingforbriana.blogspot.com/">Doug!</a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_-3yCIWoEPCkYZnStolTHNuOc0AlgBEDdGxuP-2Hdggx0FcDKAu3uSXEOK1bPJEKYBiMK2lLOEjC4L0-gyBKP5khScQUwvxEUgut94lYviHNEjSyCapxFkMaVCDFgV_KVyrQRWhIfJM/s1600/IMG_4624.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610338690911107986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm_-3yCIWoEPCkYZnStolTHNuOc0AlgBEDdGxuP-2Hdggx0FcDKAu3uSXEOK1bPJEKYBiMK2lLOEjC4L0-gyBKP5khScQUwvxEUgut94lYviHNEjSyCapxFkMaVCDFgV_KVyrQRWhIfJM/s400/IMG_4624.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj465mdKA0XaNQtIJbW_N8TRBKVjnJgA-z7vePpNmVPDLMZoYJSeM42Q2uA8h-4WTDvjp1kmKaEtXcTCIzhz5fDFAPq6iMEU6g7z_mpfDQ1KqrOtiORsIzJh2mtfW9SVOXedIXkt49riso/s1600/228793_10150249419128582_746913581_8799299_3361094_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610338566808581330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj465mdKA0XaNQtIJbW_N8TRBKVjnJgA-z7vePpNmVPDLMZoYJSeM42Q2uA8h-4WTDvjp1kmKaEtXcTCIzhz5fDFAPq6iMEU6g7z_mpfDQ1KqrOtiORsIzJh2mtfW9SVOXedIXkt49riso/s400/228793_10150249419128582_746913581_8799299_3361094_n.jpg" /></a> </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-83463265657913275502011-05-16T12:36:00.000-07:002011-05-17T05:35:47.529-07:00Warri0r Dash 2o11!<div align="center">What a blast that was!</div><br /><br /><div align="center">If you're into a lot of mud and adventure, you gotta check out this 3.02 hellish miles of obstacle courses. Below are a few photos we took along the way. Many are really poor quality, but that would be due to the water and mud on the camera lens =0)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoI6_Z-Yc6jgcfd3ImCn7GJwlxx4J-s7xdb-SP14TBGhKSCGWGN4_q0qifTpsKDdZ7kI0cRUMZxjuaDIsDhGHcw64UIbUB7nvdpoH7nSGkUMzcK2yGCQL5hAFtEnw23AJGld2gs9Ipz8w/s1600/IMGP0072.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402599833923154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoI6_Z-Yc6jgcfd3ImCn7GJwlxx4J-s7xdb-SP14TBGhKSCGWGN4_q0qifTpsKDdZ7kI0cRUMZxjuaDIsDhGHcw64UIbUB7nvdpoH7nSGkUMzcK2yGCQL5hAFtEnw23AJGld2gs9Ipz8w/s400/IMGP0072.jpg" /></a> This dude is a teacher. With a Masters Degree....look what higher education can do to one.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lXzOI921Pt1U_neIAcfclg8-5i7EpeGXvIaERolfD10lVHLPp4lWwhACzZnSQ_j8WYKmr92M4lAxKNsMQ1CYStD5rKB8qcgb-yPCr2jNbt_ZUx0y3eC27u5APg_7ki6DC8qwQ7pxqbI/s1600/IMGP0077.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402530077379298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2lXzOI921Pt1U_neIAcfclg8-5i7EpeGXvIaERolfD10lVHLPp4lWwhACzZnSQ_j8WYKmr92M4lAxKNsMQ1CYStD5rKB8qcgb-yPCr2jNbt_ZUx0y3eC27u5APg_7ki6DC8qwQ7pxqbI/s400/IMGP0077.jpg" /></a> & there goes Fred Flinstone!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7a9K29z7WU_rMOo-0SuNlGiCjmUifpbPAW_3tKoieKuBedxMwgc_7OVNs5wn7gLHTByZUEpFL3uWQZYA3qq0vOSV_fG0m15anpNXRhi_z4CUfsHuS8dr6UVV1zclI3Qrm3DW83Tn4yE/s1600/IMGP0082.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402468470956386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ7a9K29z7WU_rMOo-0SuNlGiCjmUifpbPAW_3tKoieKuBedxMwgc_7OVNs5wn7gLHTByZUEpFL3uWQZYA3qq0vOSV_fG0m15anpNXRhi_z4CUfsHuS8dr6UVV1zclI3Qrm3DW83Tn4yE/s400/IMGP0082.jpg" /></a> After you swam the muddy lake, you had to jump over 3 rows of cars. The wetter they got the trickier!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-DQ4G4F3R3KOUuCgFiZyqnmiVUPBB7cLzL3E92gY2-Hp_GaeZlJG-gGSVNbtHpgAJ9agciRKXhuTF6xCWCetejleI_2LaS552RU9vsjUGTrYGXfdkKQj1CZMziheRpaVnifCBHhvz2M/s1600/IMGP0083.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402358080706818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-DQ4G4F3R3KOUuCgFiZyqnmiVUPBB7cLzL3E92gY2-Hp_GaeZlJG-gGSVNbtHpgAJ9agciRKXhuTF6xCWCetejleI_2LaS552RU9vsjUGTrYGXfdkKQj1CZMziheRpaVnifCBHhvz2M/s400/IMGP0083.jpg" /></a> Next you went over 6 black steel walls and immediately had to go under 6 barbed wire mud pits. It was an over under thing. I seriously looked at that 4th wall and thought no way, I'm already tired...but I did it. I think this is where many got cut up. Lots of bleeding legs at the end of the race.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAwHA1p6CVSfQzsmQvojV-LbpGIySwfueU2jJK1-j-aUUUo_g_sk7NMRBu16YSwH-oNHFCvb1WxWzh6CVjp6Eu2NRWR5rWXzVu2r3msgDRtpDYMx2zG8fXRWki0gJFX0ar6EIN9qf6ls/s1600/IMGP0084.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402279765946002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnAwHA1p6CVSfQzsmQvojV-LbpGIySwfueU2jJK1-j-aUUUo_g_sk7NMRBu16YSwH-oNHFCvb1WxWzh6CVjp6Eu2NRWR5rWXzVu2r3msgDRtpDYMx2zG8fXRWki0gJFX0ar6EIN9qf6ls/s400/IMGP0084.jpg" /></a> Getting ready to start!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn1uo1xCWIbBtT0yZWgl4VOZWOLmuL8K-b3Ygn58whsPa8H66H455Lz8BY8UVSQsBia50uFXMJZribZa3PaxLT65uNYMy2fGANgcfSkoKwRAz7HR6W3ljjeZc_6ytrC0AuwrM_ormcuQ/s1600/IMGP0085.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402212501842898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMn1uo1xCWIbBtT0yZWgl4VOZWOLmuL8K-b3Ygn58whsPa8H66H455Lz8BY8UVSQsBia50uFXMJZribZa3PaxLT65uNYMy2fGANgcfSkoKwRAz7HR6W3ljjeZc_6ytrC0AuwrM_ormcuQ/s400/IMGP0085.jpg" /></a> Ok, so this is totally fuzzy...however, I was running too and we didn't want to stop, so I got an 'action' shot of my husband actually running. My dh NEVER works out. I told my boss that if he dies on the course this weekend, then I'll be cashing in on a nice insurance policy and they shouldn't expect me back at work. J looked at me and said, "Why do you keep telling eveyone I don't work out? I was the high school quarterback, I worked out over 2 hours every single day." One mile into our run, I heard him breathing so I just had to know, </div><br /><br /><div>"How's that 1985 workout working for ya babe?"<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOoNAAXQgcZnkU56i7GbFIbRplr-5BAtKd4QvMAOnJbK6ms52pE9QkmpKeYRG8w4j90AQx4_clzLzwLVZqSi1dwnvaISfCaNVqfR3D6P5govWtojtKjK4UpKTUhqIGuPXOuPmSm_3Ikw/s1600/IMGP0090.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402122979267122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSOoNAAXQgcZnkU56i7GbFIbRplr-5BAtKd4QvMAOnJbK6ms52pE9QkmpKeYRG8w4j90AQx4_clzLzwLVZqSi1dwnvaISfCaNVqfR3D6P5govWtojtKjK4UpKTUhqIGuPXOuPmSm_3Ikw/s400/IMGP0090.jpg" /></a> At some point we had a spider web of bungee cords to slither through. After hearing those cords snap up on some of them, I was glad I wasn't a man.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YZ6qAZanth1wPyDVNuSQKyGmPd942K81CzpKGRVYt5ASAZ1Z-jxjtSF-AbpEE4RZX_639bnQaPSTdzZz-5N9vb0IDc2Zx9O1o_ExX5rgMNZnt2jTAkbJO-rUOwCIJ_SAV1wDLAnT9Rc/s1600/IMGP0096.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607402059888912210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YZ6qAZanth1wPyDVNuSQKyGmPd942K81CzpKGRVYt5ASAZ1Z-jxjtSF-AbpEE4RZX_639bnQaPSTdzZz-5N9vb0IDc2Zx9O1o_ExX5rgMNZnt2jTAkbJO-rUOwCIJ_SAV1wDLAnT9Rc/s400/IMGP0096.jpg" /></a> I'm Winning! I'm Charlie Sheen!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_ZExFYtIbSY3PxGhnzbzZrDB9MI4yzDDzXp8eqvkFxBb2ZAx2k8WwQpUQg_N0gFRmwVSaz_aP8A2ZKF_1ZKXQoWdvdYrCte8lgMgoItlGLqRNzCZWBjV4hB-U8FapVlNv-xm1qp-Beg/s1600/IMGP0100.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401736427557218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik_ZExFYtIbSY3PxGhnzbzZrDB9MI4yzDDzXp8eqvkFxBb2ZAx2k8WwQpUQg_N0gFRmwVSaz_aP8A2ZKF_1ZKXQoWdvdYrCte8lgMgoItlGLqRNzCZWBjV4hB-U8FapVlNv-xm1qp-Beg/s400/IMGP0100.jpg" /></a>The water slide! A little rough on the keyster.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFiLq3g1CGnu7fl48jyIG7u9d-Hu-3_FnPhVfpAsoX2prGUVM6CCE20_Fd4MBpuZi_T9JvPTdC1yOEOkwHcX9KCWyjGaLXGAHOlq-rK_ZR8aFZT-nXw34-yu5J1wO3fbyVKEwXYirYmM/s1600/IMGP0101.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607405663538339122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFFiLq3g1CGnu7fl48jyIG7u9d-Hu-3_FnPhVfpAsoX2prGUVM6CCE20_Fd4MBpuZi_T9JvPTdC1yOEOkwHcX9KCWyjGaLXGAHOlq-rK_ZR8aFZT-nXw34-yu5J1wO3fbyVKEwXYirYmM/s400/IMGP0101.jpg" /></a> There were many more that weren't photographed, but the fire jumping was the last one.<br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvRVaIbms7b5pZXVOq5YncxY3bzMjKJo5DpcVhfopMuXY5wCA8lyQvNFtp-8UZk-2Yn20eHRm-vAxopmeQAZDSkoPtOzRiAsPqhKegwaF3hD8tP1c5hcFbBiUrqeuUnlbHmo6t97tW_4/s1600/IMGP0106.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401543675860546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvRVaIbms7b5pZXVOq5YncxY3bzMjKJo5DpcVhfopMuXY5wCA8lyQvNFtp-8UZk-2Yn20eHRm-vAxopmeQAZDSkoPtOzRiAsPqhKegwaF3hD8tP1c5hcFbBiUrqeuUnlbHmo6t97tW_4/s400/IMGP0106.jpg" /></a> Totally soaked and muddy, but so much fun!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkQXReCE5QdzKiCFll-2K97JcucJYS3UwDleL6y4aJbUXhmrHrjedDUL63JPW8QJGZWWiGNytwFEvrmYsvLsIQeliJ_7LfpI7S9edzLLOOdsv2vensFPeVnjd6e5PlLFflIr1OFNNDlQ/s1600/IMGP0109.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401461275792226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlkQXReCE5QdzKiCFll-2K97JcucJYS3UwDleL6y4aJbUXhmrHrjedDUL63JPW8QJGZWWiGNytwFEvrmYsvLsIQeliJ_7LfpI7S9edzLLOOdsv2vensFPeVnjd6e5PlLFflIr1OFNNDlQ/s400/IMGP0109.jpg" /></a> Now those boys are some real warriors...show me your muscles boys!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjnsQ-2d2m9orpZ4dA7r5I2W3Ul-537aq5spLO6wUtHNnN5LPNGtzhJY2NpiBbHTmykPuD5N0qcMjoyJpHRx5X0E3rJ9u8yJzhCA3iuL-S2Esi0vdOJBFKkPOvoTHGBxTAO_pOECqvEM/s1600/IMGP0115.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401374202022178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjnsQ-2d2m9orpZ4dA7r5I2W3Ul-537aq5spLO6wUtHNnN5LPNGtzhJY2NpiBbHTmykPuD5N0qcMjoyJpHRx5X0E3rJ9u8yJzhCA3iuL-S2Esi0vdOJBFKkPOvoTHGBxTAO_pOECqvEM/s400/IMGP0115.jpg" /></a>I'm a Warri0r!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhG6Q9MWVRfTKKby2_v1kkkbE-Sj00umcLpOdXqfDMGyZhF4xgJjPU94TRAbUP6l9F-3gH5HJSUFH1NXOJaEVU84GVZC1BL2hMGECBJbGZeQQ72w1xltJeowMuasF-bCcC8Ne-lvOHG3E/s1600/IMGP0117.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401290528726050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhG6Q9MWVRfTKKby2_v1kkkbE-Sj00umcLpOdXqfDMGyZhF4xgJjPU94TRAbUP6l9F-3gH5HJSUFH1NXOJaEVU84GVZC1BL2hMGECBJbGZeQQ72w1xltJeowMuasF-bCcC8Ne-lvOHG3E/s400/IMGP0117.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2afmHNKVRkVvwFVj1orufKD-UNBJcC1kKhLznLrrCV9zADhHlgoO3XLzX7qhZ-LK5idPKsjXB-ji6n4aCSqEHOuphriRu4s9wxsrUEvUV8Z_rstQ1L_JsiKUhGhxwmoVgQFLTH1cJS-A/s1600/IMGP0123.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401220016799442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2afmHNKVRkVvwFVj1orufKD-UNBJcC1kKhLznLrrCV9zADhHlgoO3XLzX7qhZ-LK5idPKsjXB-ji6n4aCSqEHOuphriRu4s9wxsrUEvUV8Z_rstQ1L_JsiKUhGhxwmoVgQFLTH1cJS-A/s400/IMGP0123.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9TQ7_tgWP8GZ2q10iPsNRehOYD9jlQza56fs6FfLMPkj8s3gETQwqH9QlAy5hyR_CTn9e-5jqPj7ZUxi95iOTcz0zyeZfBSVKw2bNo54f0Ac1nJweJwCXsfj85YbYfqGP9nrDt0vHtY/s1600/IMGP0122.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401140702885890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm9TQ7_tgWP8GZ2q10iPsNRehOYD9jlQza56fs6FfLMPkj8s3gETQwqH9QlAy5hyR_CTn9e-5jqPj7ZUxi95iOTcz0zyeZfBSVKw2bNo54f0Ac1nJweJwCXsfj85YbYfqGP9nrDt0vHtY/s400/IMGP0122.jpg" /></a> Now every real man needs his own tutu, don't ya think?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57hyphenhyphen0dfoD5sDinSW80rhN1CcPQVt70-Gvqg240DKoE7TTBxUyq31AZacMKnecIcYQuQhK3hNclbtMyJxzyCaElRPOE4fkanWnEnfGsEeQcaKgCKSXBXthD3T7kf1sbsLWU86_vfPi0Lc/s1600/IMGP0125.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607401044779021234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj57hyphenhyphen0dfoD5sDinSW80rhN1CcPQVt70-Gvqg240DKoE7TTBxUyq31AZacMKnecIcYQuQhK3hNclbtMyJxzyCaElRPOE4fkanWnEnfGsEeQcaKgCKSXBXthD3T7kf1sbsLWU86_vfPi0Lc/s400/IMGP0125.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ka9HIM-UOc4ldfg3nhwPtYY2TYjl_dtwrxOMijeMhQDezXKSk2_TauO6taKlFoMiQeuFX_k9c2oqi72Lgw7tg8yqOn2lV0O2HqZP8GNjOtfjaxgSKHgAihy3Rcx6DV5-M5sobcfjpJA/s1600/IMGP0126.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400978534295538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ka9HIM-UOc4ldfg3nhwPtYY2TYjl_dtwrxOMijeMhQDezXKSk2_TauO6taKlFoMiQeuFX_k9c2oqi72Lgw7tg8yqOn2lV0O2HqZP8GNjOtfjaxgSKHgAihy3Rcx6DV5-M5sobcfjpJA/s400/IMGP0126.jpg" /></a> The rope climb wall<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PvozgDjp52GB35MN93W1MNNppbWvMny_n-f6opMakrcDJ99qQFohy-GiKnmHROtXtFAQsyNUuGRT2H07ejToJGONjVA5CyHf3j_-jKOnD_4AHr3JVMTQ6TbLST7Ho507jxW1yB_tNtU/s1600/IMGP0128.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400916891565714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8PvozgDjp52GB35MN93W1MNNppbWvMny_n-f6opMakrcDJ99qQFohy-GiKnmHROtXtFAQsyNUuGRT2H07ejToJGONjVA5CyHf3j_-jKOnD_4AHr3JVMTQ6TbLST7Ho507jxW1yB_tNtU/s400/IMGP0128.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytXB4cXvVLJ1OUIY_5dvapC9RIZfEVBLCXzXJicW0b7WOdInIWpcrXYB80QcdxZR_OdafauBzQ7DhmolBS-WUbxSiMpHIcsvrsL3kfKrniSBAZGImzsWM51h3RJ-F-zuPebSJzuAr6lE/s1600/IMGP0137.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400822587881490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhytXB4cXvVLJ1OUIY_5dvapC9RIZfEVBLCXzXJicW0b7WOdInIWpcrXYB80QcdxZR_OdafauBzQ7DhmolBS-WUbxSiMpHIcsvrsL3kfKrniSBAZGImzsWM51h3RJ-F-zuPebSJzuAr6lE/s400/IMGP0137.jpg" /></a>Well at least he won't drown in the mud pit...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzIMGbsjz8MPzX1jrmklbQ7XhcoHwQvw1QqcDi5pK39ATdesPObBrsIvM3mLNgRjmwWh-Blph5xiyZPL4dM8Pc35_-WnxRn32RsLqZ0q4-eJIioKaLTM8vg81CJEHJArto6iXhr9L3Zg/s1600/IMGP0139.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400726551663010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzIMGbsjz8MPzX1jrmklbQ7XhcoHwQvw1QqcDi5pK39ATdesPObBrsIvM3mLNgRjmwWh-Blph5xiyZPL4dM8Pc35_-WnxRn32RsLqZ0q4-eJIioKaLTM8vg81CJEHJArto6iXhr9L3Zg/s400/IMGP0139.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidleQDmr3eWJ8aP-Keh-cOmwjekSOrjqi9YxfqJ-f5VM-DQf9JsvImePMFje0Ntf0lo-SZBbJUofTS1eCuLeeEQbZPULxeIe0gqs90BIDf9RY0rtFeK2lgtrUCyKwWlq2tbWLVOIo0BwI/s1600/IMGP0144.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400661981077906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidleQDmr3eWJ8aP-Keh-cOmwjekSOrjqi9YxfqJ-f5VM-DQf9JsvImePMFje0Ntf0lo-SZBbJUofTS1eCuLeeEQbZPULxeIe0gqs90BIDf9RY0rtFeK2lgtrUCyKwWlq2tbWLVOIo0BwI/s400/IMGP0144.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybOusDFauV2eU0PbtItKqqmyaaD6m6uQtFZlrznloKwoqRRIoEZvDmLi0jYE9RmTfFrRXXGV7D95RgYJoPUVnCeevjints_CyC2nqFrzcG_hTB1lUsXp5I0RB2mKJr09ASry9JL07-pc/s1600/IMGP0146.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400594356350194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybOusDFauV2eU0PbtItKqqmyaaD6m6uQtFZlrznloKwoqRRIoEZvDmLi0jYE9RmTfFrRXXGV7D95RgYJoPUVnCeevjints_CyC2nqFrzcG_hTB1lUsXp5I0RB2mKJr09ASry9JL07-pc/s400/IMGP0146.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwICX-lQq28eOcgyU2267K-0N0FmNyuj4I8mT8HhZLcBFUBscxEMwjIDf6STSdxSOGFls-iR35oawvi-6DqueKnqHK94b_mBaZ84hmv7JC01d_1S9D07hL1-Q8nqArnqQnwryH-bCvnUk/s1600/IMGP0144.jpg"></a>Thing 2 seems to be missing.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyrCWSTzSTAcwb3xFqDVcg6YbgplcXTwZCJ8cNgjYn6_Y_EkP6hX7qcP9FQRVjH7mwAT8TQ4YwTdy2YgUzDUGSLPr7e4wsGDGQQJ1-vpV30Uh2pJcVkIlU4e9IWeOgNfaGehHq_xy12I/s1600/IMGP0147.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400434626376834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyyrCWSTzSTAcwb3xFqDVcg6YbgplcXTwZCJ8cNgjYn6_Y_EkP6hX7qcP9FQRVjH7mwAT8TQ4YwTdy2YgUzDUGSLPr7e4wsGDGQQJ1-vpV30Uh2pJcVkIlU4e9IWeOgNfaGehHq_xy12I/s400/IMGP0147.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCH2b7RzpOiUjvmnsBoW_yo4VQ7eBKxnAPMnp6n-TKwOtTtDcbrKpYQRearRbItH-nBsAMhaXWXBlPSAeRoYQhouwqz7MNIRoRegZdGJ56fG6jDs-IoUqbbdPNQCLPtDKTB8qY2Xg5bdo/s1600/IMGP0145.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607400363268567922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCH2b7RzpOiUjvmnsBoW_yo4VQ7eBKxnAPMnp6n-TKwOtTtDcbrKpYQRearRbItH-nBsAMhaXWXBlPSAeRoYQhouwqz7MNIRoRegZdGJ56fG6jDs-IoUqbbdPNQCLPtDKTB8qY2Xg5bdo/s400/IMGP0145.jpg" /></a> FUNTASTICALLY UNCIVIVLIZED FUN!<br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-89582646085579911502011-05-13T13:56:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:58:50.795-07:00school pic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6s7xvdX23IBe-uMYT_gGJY08NhyfjbeSqpvps5jJwl6vxCSnt3mizDPfPPFo4R2obPExT5V66eKr_ZlSf6TFNpMRrQRdL65RHDgvbHIWAJuOLSCHl_ZQWbVdGhap2hxHs0dquUGed5lU/s1600/eg+school.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 258px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606307677459754626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6s7xvdX23IBe-uMYT_gGJY08NhyfjbeSqpvps5jJwl6vxCSnt3mizDPfPPFo4R2obPExT5V66eKr_ZlSf6TFNpMRrQRdL65RHDgvbHIWAJuOLSCHl_ZQWbVdGhap2hxHs0dquUGed5lU/s400/eg+school.bmp" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Just wanted to post a quick picture of my very happy girl's preschool photo.</div><br /><div align="center">It sat under a pile on my desk for to long and now I can't order them=0( </div><br /><div align="center">I guess I'll just keep the proof!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-6724998065360521912011-05-04T07:44:00.000-07:002011-05-04T08:32:33.747-07:00Surviving being 'just good enough'<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0GKcZREANVtSCUdX0qrc7BYcjCFK2qgNimlSgKthUdimZCQ6pttGqff6NqF7PwQrAtcZR7-Weg2pa_7-uhxejUF0agHOYWCL_0qdrIwbO6Bs5Ic67Bs_dpe8AOwUJJblnly3S1XNdrMU/s1600/bed3.bmp"></a></div>
<br /><div align="center">We've had a doozy of a month. </div>
<br /><div align="center">I came back from my island time getaway to be thrown into full throttle move mode. We thought it would be easier to move a street over, but I can honestly say that it hasn't been easier. It's been the longest move of my entire life and I'm over it. I've still got stuff everywhere and I've decided to hold a 'garage' sale if you wanna call it that this Saturday. It's going to be more like an open the garage and haul out whatever you like because quite frankly, the clutter is killing me. We downsized our house (again) and my furniture is just not cut out for these types of homes. I have very large Florida furniture because I had huge ceilings and huge entries and now I live in an older home with smaller ceilings and smaller entries. This is what my bedroom is supposed to look like...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbX89u-UTcYgKKqJcB68G6WesVrhpoceyK4veBp6CVgSrbIKbdTh-R9LonEY53Y43-2EhahyphenhyphenQvn1nZLdtTAdVWfJMlwYxUz07fH0AuB1QBFIxSRd5C8tn-UVSxYi6JKola21SODzQqA3U/s1600/bedding.jpg">
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<br /><p align="center"></a>but instead...</p>
<br /><p align="center">my headboard and footboard are in the basement in 4 pieces, my beautiful T0mmy Bahama armoire is in the dining room and 1 nightstand is still in the garage. All my bedding is in a black trash bag and I have absolutely no idea where that damn rug is...I'm tired.</p>
<br /><p align="center">My master closet is so ridiculously small, I think munchkins built the house...but I digress. We are happy we moved, though we had no plans of moving and it all sort of happened in a week, but the lady that owned the home was crazy and I can't deal with crazy. Needless to say, it's our 5 year plan to stay in this house. I just want to get my kids through the school zone and then I'll figure out another plan. </p>
<br /><p align="center">Among moving taking place, we still had golf and I must report that G had a fabulous season. He was the underdog, the new guy on the course and he played very well. Shooting 72-74 in tournaments. His coach was impressed and we were proud. He has decided to end his football career and focus solely on golf. G recently had his iPhone stolen and I spent a whole night tracking that sucker to nowhere. Ugh...</p>
<br /><p align="center">C has begun football. God help me. He's good at it, but he's so small it scares the bejeezus out of me. He's fast and speedy, he has NO fear and that makes him 'good' according to the coach, but to me, it's downright frightening.</p>
<br /><p align="center">W begins swim this week. He is very excited! He's had a rough year and he is really looking forward to school ending. I continue to race home for a late lunch and pick him up from the bus and bring him back to work with me. </p>
<br /><p align="center">Lil' EG is plugging through life like nothing happened. Loves her new room, loves to hop in bed and reads books for about an hour a night. She goes through every single page and reads it intensely. She is singing songs in Spanish and has her first program next week at her preschool. I can't wait to see her in action. The teachers adore her and we think she's the most amazing lil' girl ever.</p>
<br /><p align="center">Our Easter was well...terrible. Not even gonna lie. I don't even think we made the 'just good enough' list. That Sat/Sun was the major moving day. Just a few pics of the neighborhood egg hunt and brunch...yep, we sucked, but had no more in us to do anything else. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNpgE1wsFfQRX5DVXZjNKROkmeHjSJe0vgl4fCL9uqyawgwM9pWIy6ulg3JMvj9IjmLeKG2ROamH3DNmWBD832b4MIVGTWXMS69sLB58cg19hRI3KU2bigEf-ygLqaTXJMukbiMl8564/s1600/IMG_4450.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602874128397529106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNpgE1wsFfQRX5DVXZjNKROkmeHjSJe0vgl4fCL9uqyawgwM9pWIy6ulg3JMvj9IjmLeKG2ROamH3DNmWBD832b4MIVGTWXMS69sLB58cg19hRI3KU2bigEf-ygLqaTXJMukbiMl8564/s400/IMG_4450.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUDRGRynlWO8-xovOSOi3Pac4KVbShsIa2X2EN7b14lHplmdiNwaWhyphenhyphenR52CyCTZElrCDlkVjGMy7Hniu_Zu6-4OgK84sPkF0p5RKyEov6e0ZF6kkcgLwKGfIBuQEMqqTSciti4Xx3a3g/s1600/IMG_4434.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602873566458412722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMUDRGRynlWO8-xovOSOi3Pac4KVbShsIa2X2EN7b14lHplmdiNwaWhyphenhyphenR52CyCTZElrCDlkVjGMy7Hniu_Zu6-4OgK84sPkF0p5RKyEov6e0ZF6kkcgLwKGfIBuQEMqqTSciti4Xx3a3g/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" /></a> I haven't forgotten the coupon lesson either, for those that have asked and emailed me. I've just been so underwater with life that I haven't had time. I have continued to shop faithfully every week with my coupons. Yesterday I spent $144.42 and saved $146.41. Collect your coupons folks! With the way this economy is going, the inflation that is on the horizon and has already begun, you can not afford to not save money. And while you're at it, call around to several grocery stores around you and write down their coupon policies. </div>
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-19378059118136951262011-04-20T07:30:00.001-07:002011-04-21T05:56:31.888-07:00drive thru post<div align="center">Well, here we are...almost to the end of April. We survived tax day, sliding into the post office before they locked the doors. Couldn't do online this year because of documents that needed mailed. Glad that's over. I could get all political at this point, but I won't, I'll just bite my tongue....for now anyway =0)</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">So let's do a little update on life. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> is still thriving at school. Loves it like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nobody's</span> business. She has never cried or said she didn't want to go and she is always so happy when I pick her up. She is learning so much so fast. She counts to 20 in English and to 10 in Spanish. She knows her colors & shapes, she knows her teachers & friends names, her schedule, the weather and well, she just LOVES school.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm still blown away by this fact. </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">She goes to bed easy, usually by reading books and she sleeps all night. Recently she has decided that a diaper at night is for babies and she refuses to wear one. Some nights are better than others on this issue. If I do manage to get one on her, she usually wakes up at some point and takes it off and puts panties on and goes back to bed...sigh...she's growing up to fast.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7u3ojxVAy5AY4s7TDvziFw6MUJ7i89io80XvizyIML-DCKZoOL1TxrQ2tKW6INjbUaSDCbm1shv56w-erWXrU8V5hvHzgXvRFI-hUx447VUR0fYLPXhup-UFy58Ht-UZlZJMtZ29W_g/s1600/icecream.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597674504855111890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7u3ojxVAy5AY4s7TDvziFw6MUJ7i89io80XvizyIML-DCKZoOL1TxrQ2tKW6INjbUaSDCbm1shv56w-erWXrU8V5hvHzgXvRFI-hUx447VUR0fYLPXhup-UFy58Ht-UZlZJMtZ29W_g/s400/icecream.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><div align="center">W is having a 'rough' time at school. His <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Natzi</span> teacher is more than I like and I have officially given her a 2 thumbs down status. She sucks. Her expectations of a 6 year old is through the roof, and no I'm not one of THOSE Mom's, I'm just <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sayin</span>. I don't think she likes W and quite frankly, I don't like her. Though she gets great test scores, she's a real bitch. W is in trouble ALL the time (according to her) for instance...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">*he talked during lunch to his friend during a week of no talking.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">*he was given a cupcake and 'snuck' the cupcake decor of a cheap little plastic Buzz back to class and then it ended up scratching someone when he was goofing off.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">*he may or may not produce the work that she wants on her time schedule and is forced to have silent lunch and walk laps at recess.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">*he brought a small toy to school in his pockets. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">*6 little boys were playing tag on the bus, but not really tag because nobody was running around, they were just tapping on each other.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">*W told the teacher he got all the answers to a book test correct, when in fact he missed 2.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Apparently these are all items worthy of a phone call, silent lunch, laps at recess, detention and moving his color to RED.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I'm so over her. I hear nothing she says anymore, it's all negative.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center">It seems he's always </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">BUSTED FOR TALKING!</span><br /></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvAQ581mGBgCouLw4pQkE-Zo-du6hpQovqxonTJYqTV7RnKGQthBFMM3y655sCU1Q3DIvuCxThcAuDz4f1ME1FuZg4IZObpirUJdZROPSaSqn_KQm96La1Fqiq8F-UnOgJS6tWSiW4lI/s1600/busted.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 389px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597673579136492770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvAQ581mGBgCouLw4pQkE-Zo-du6hpQovqxonTJYqTV7RnKGQthBFMM3y655sCU1Q3DIvuCxThcAuDz4f1ME1FuZg4IZObpirUJdZROPSaSqn_KQm96La1Fqiq8F-UnOgJS6tWSiW4lI/s400/busted.jpg" /></a> I was able to escape for one weekend to my friend's beach house.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7hn2FWkYx-ZqNWW9VyW6Yzj5aEB9ssdD2qIUfoFvMVB5V06T6DXqVuBGnG9JN9Up0B3Z9MwxQ-r5zcaQBUkR-IiIQ6WdfFBKUbuZP34ZB6Ku7oRH4JlwV7wDWShBu8xnbdhhBRiPq70/s1600/beachhouse.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597673533325841266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix7hn2FWkYx-ZqNWW9VyW6Yzj5aEB9ssdD2qIUfoFvMVB5V06T6DXqVuBGnG9JN9Up0B3Z9MwxQ-r5zcaQBUkR-IiIQ6WdfFBKUbuZP34ZB6Ku7oRH4JlwV7wDWShBu8xnbdhhBRiPq70/s400/beachhouse.jpg" /></a> It was a much needed hiatus for my thirsty soul that was just dying to roll in the sand like a dog. I really miss my island time.<br />We escaped to the quaint St. Ge0<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">rge</span> Island and I can't wait to return. It's only 5/6 hours from me and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">ol</span>' so pretty.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifm9k_9H0wU3PFo-0iidFz5AIWqrTfRDITx_lB6ESEaF6yJMx7pWgoz184XVM6sXl9kHvCUqocPEPmovqYAPAgvb91ICqAQrYY2YSOXxz55WsV66TkHo2PYogemR8Yq0ju91jCdDMaffY/s1600/cheers.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597673493503368434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifm9k_9H0wU3PFo-0iidFz5AIWqrTfRDITx_lB6ESEaF6yJMx7pWgoz184XVM6sXl9kHvCUqocPEPmovqYAPAgvb91ICqAQrYY2YSOXxz55WsV66TkHo2PYogemR8Yq0ju91jCdDMaffY/s400/cheers.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwH3gQkNohQivH3jhtmR7FMFXd3FhyphenhyphencAwg-PQy6pL3UFOq3IuX2gWHqaCjw4jLEU8OJ7XSa2rus7yQYF7Uar5RLfAsezaL4VeXOCGqMOkTxSgfV0_mMjIYjR8nsHvuEmfX3IjEQcxRhk/s1600/kiss.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597673451041988818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZwH3gQkNohQivH3jhtmR7FMFXd3FhyphenhyphencAwg-PQy6pL3UFOq3IuX2gWHqaCjw4jLEU8OJ7XSa2rus7yQYF7Uar5RLfAsezaL4VeXOCGqMOkTxSgfV0_mMjIYjR8nsHvuEmfX3IjEQcxRhk/s400/kiss.jpg" /></a> We had visitors over Spring Break =0) </div><br /><br /><div>My old paradise peep came up and ended up renting a home while she was here on vacation because she loved it so. She went home, her husband got a transfer to the area and she's now officially packing up 2 homes and moving to GA on the exact same date, one year later.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We'll be 3 miles apart! I can't wait and neither can W & C, her boys were best buds with mine.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UcfHSJyTrEYdceHhdqUhXG9is_4VTvyHImFfKtysI_i_rMv6m6-v2tu6c7YESGJrPqtEIWWtkZQVx4eUfQ-QMjryygG3oplVP_qrKIh0mcZ7rvDgwkFeJ_8iDIpDEdX3_jiJ8IVWZgU/s1600/photo.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597673397874317298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4UcfHSJyTrEYdceHhdqUhXG9is_4VTvyHImFfKtysI_i_rMv6m6-v2tu6c7YESGJrPqtEIWWtkZQVx4eUfQ-QMjryygG3oplVP_qrKIh0mcZ7rvDgwkFeJ_8iDIpDEdX3_jiJ8IVWZgU/s400/photo.JPG" /></a> In other shocking news...</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We are moving. again =0( </div><br /><br /><div>We didn't want to, but I am stepping away from any and all drama. </div><br /><br /><div>Long story short:</div><br /><br /><div>We rented this home last year from Paradise. We didn't like it, but after that week where we spent 2 days looking for a home and only came up with a handful to rent, we went with this one because of the school zone and truth be told, it was the only one left after we returned to Paradise. I had no recollection of the home and what little memory I had of it, turned out to be wrong once we moved in. Needless to say, we didn't like it, but after we started making it feel like home and ended up loving the lot and envisioned the possibility of what we could do with it.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>We've done a lot to the home because we had no intentions of moving. The homeowner only bought it for investment and we were just planning on living here till she was ready to sell and then buying it. Little did we know, she'd try to take advantage of the fact that we loved it. So she tried to get us to sign a long term lease where she had the option to increase the rate 10% every year, simply because she said that's fair and normal. So we called her bluff and she didn't back down, until after we found another place to live and then she started backing down on her demands. It's just ridiculous. 2 weeks of drama and trying to figure out what to do, we decided we didn't want drama year after year with a woman who has already told us that she refuses to put any money into the home. We have fixed more items then we care to say. We've given her a new sink, we've painted every room and saved her hundreds of dollars in repairs. We've lived with a broken garage door for months and one broken burner on the stove top for months, toilets that all needed replaced and she waited many months before doing. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So needless to say, the new house is only one street over. We are trading in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Treehouse</span> that we loved for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Whitehouse</span>. This home wasn't even listed when we found out about it because it belonged to my good friend and neighbors parents and they just sold it after they died to an investor who wants to keep it for many years and then sell. We have no intentions of buying this home, but we love the neighborhood and because my kids have adjusted so well to life in GA, I just couldn't ask them to move again. So it's all a compromise. I just have to get my kids through this school zone and then the doors are wide open.<br /></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbznf6a3Q5TZtHIvk0-rMvzH_K7iTP7i3_2CgcA1NvwY37HUBfbHfsgflCtC3VEUEefBFUBcvTPt9gHAA1rcHT6rhwB0Me0RUuDqg3fsPw_eMauolVg_CkgQmNVCz-ltWcc0m0M3yHjNo/s1600/treewhouse.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597673280916523106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbznf6a3Q5TZtHIvk0-rMvzH_K7iTP7i3_2CgcA1NvwY37HUBfbHfsgflCtC3VEUEefBFUBcvTPt9gHAA1rcHT6rhwB0Me0RUuDqg3fsPw_eMauolVg_CkgQmNVCz-ltWcc0m0M3yHjNo/s400/treewhouse.bmp" /></a>I'm happy with our decision, but I'll be sad to leave the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Treehouse</span>. It's been a much needed recovery for my soul after dealing with all the drama that we endured in our old neighborhood. Makes sense why we don't want to leave this fun loving, laid back atmosphere doesn't it.?!?!</div><br /><br /><div>I'm just glad we didn't have to leave the neighborhood with all my great neighbors =0)</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>And in other <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">GIGANIC</span> shocking news: </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My family is coming to visit over <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mem</span>0rial Day. My mother stopped by the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Treehouse</span> once and saw the kids for a few hours and that was the first time she met <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">EG</span> last summer. But this time, she's bringing my brother/wife & 2 babies that I haven't met and my grandma. I can't wait to play cards with my grandma. </div><br /><br /><div>I'm trying to plan things to do, but now with the move, I'm just hoping to be unpacked and settled. I haven't even planned Easter and it's quickly approaching.... FAST.</div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-81766401582693350252011-04-05T07:02:00.000-07:002011-04-05T07:09:06.195-07:002 year referral dayIt was only 2 short years ago, 4.3.09, when we finally received our call for the little girl we had always longed for. She is our sweet dream come true and we feel so blessed to call her ours. <iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RSjjR2T-LJc" frameborder="0" width="480"></iframe><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXuAe36BymqBrSUvRFSxpBWE_pXOELf1F-qFK4gDWwPyDwVLMYfFcPS7707TaEmMxRF2jLQa38gamY7w5-c8SXDn8kc8veqFZlsIocFQnnDuA9Fpb88RnNb_f9SS80WlnxskfcJs1vmE4/s1600/EG.jpg"></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6988807768369392396.post-23241614504424898992011-03-29T07:04:00.000-07:002011-03-30T08:22:09.247-07:00S0cial Unrest<div align="center">I'm just gonna dump my brain in an effort to 'make you think'...I should warn you that this is not my husbands favorite game that I play with him. </div><br /><div align="center">I like to surround myself with different minded people, people that make me think. I find great pleasure in listening to people share thoughts on subjects that I either know very little about or absolutely nothing about. It's stimulating to me. I am not a pessimistic, I am a realist. I hear what they say and then I do my own research.</div><br /><div align="center">Recently, I've had a few conversations with my friends and family about the Amer*ca, as we've always known it and the potential collapse of this great country. It's fascinating conversation to me and it has really left my wheels turning and I find myself seeking to read different thoughts across the board. There is no left or right in this post, I am neither blue or red, I am an Amer*can, a Mom, a person who loves life and a person who will protect my family with every being of my existence. So if this is not a topic you've ever thought about, then hopefully it will leave you thinking. We can't evolve if we cease to think, just sayin'... </div><br /><div align="center">Let me begin with the questions that were purposed to me that opened a door of action...So let's play the "What If "Game...</div><br /><div align="center">I am not talking about the Apocalypse, I am talking about Social Unrest. </div><br /><div align="center">*In the event that the Amer*can d0llar does become worthless, are you prepared for what that actually means? The demise of the dollar is a subject you should think about. We are on our way where the Amer*can d0llar will cease to be the w0rld's currency, hyperinflation is imminent, study up on it folks. Have you really thought about what that means to you and your family? </div><br /><div align="center">It means the very dollar you buy your food with is now worthless. Worthless to the person excepting it and worthless to the bank. The d0llar has lost 29% of its value in 7 years. They'll be a point in life when you might as well burn the dollar to stay warm. </div><br /><div align="center">Most people believe that because it's never happened to them, then it won't. That is called <a href="http://www.google.com/dictionary?q=Normalcy+bias&sl=en&tl=en&hl=en&sa=X&ei=DCaTTZelOsWltwed8MyOCQ&ved=0CBgQkQ4"><span style="color:#993399;">Normalcy Bias</span></a>. We Amer*cans simply refuse to see the evidence that's right in front of our face, because it is unlike anything we have ever experienced before. </div><br /><div align="center">*In the event that gas prices soar and shelves are not as stocked because trucks can't afford the gasoline to stock them, are you prepared to be able to feed your family? Do you have enough water to maintain their needs? </div><br /><div align="center">I can relate to this immediately because I know the food shortage that took place before hurricanes, after hurricanes and even the big ice storm this past winter. The way people rush the stores to grab that one loaf of bread is barbaric in nature. It becomes a survival instinct, a panic of sorts. What we witnessed happening in New 0rleans is nothing like we will see if hyperinflation occurs and Amer*ca can no longer afford the interest rate on it's debt.</div><br /><p align="center">We have borrowed an impossible amount of money which we will never be able to pay back. The looming currency crisis is inevitable. 42 million Amer*cans are on food stamps. 13% of our entire population. Those numbers are up 17.5% from last year and that number has gone up every month for 19 months. How can a country be in good shape when 13% of the population can't even afford to buy food.?.</p><br /><p align="center">The numbers for unemployment are skewed. They haven't risen because many of the benefits have run out and those people are no longer counted as 'unemployed'...however, more people are collecting unemployment and just because the ones that no longer qualify for benefits are no longer counted by the government does not mean they are employed. 43% of Amer*cans families spend more than they earn. The Amer*can consumer is broke.</p><br /><p align="center">So let me ask, are we Amer*cans immune to the laws of economics & finance?</p><br /><p align="center">With all this "stuff" brewing, I believe each family needs an emergency plan. I have begun working on an emergency plan to get the hell out of dodge to wait out the chaos, if the need arises. Big cities will feel it first and I won't want to be in Hot-lanta when the shit hits the fan. Serious social unrest is on the horizon. Are you prepared? Do you have enough food, water, medical supplies to wait out the chaos for 6-12 months? You will not be able to rely on the government because they will be to busy trying to save themselves. I believe Amer*ca will be restructuring itself and we will lose our place as the super power of the world. Not a far fetched theory at all, study up on it.</p><br /><p align="center">Personally, I will make sure we have enough gasoline stored to get my family out of this big city. I will have enough food and water to feed my family. Batteries, because if the Amer*can dollar takes the plunge, then who's paying for eletric? They won't want your money either. </p><br /><p align="center">I have friends that have invested in gold, which is smart if you have the extra cash flow. Gold will hold value and you can invest in the new currency of the world. </p><br /><p align="center">I know it's crazy stuff to think about, but having some good conversations with other people made me realize that even though I thought I was prepared, I'm really not. I just want to get your thinker going so that in the event of chaos, you are not in denial. Social unrest will be inevitable if people can not feed their families.</p><br /><p align="center">I know a lot of you don't believe in guns, but I do. I am prepared to protect my family at all costs. Do you think I'd advertise my preparedness and not be ready to defend it? HA, then you don't know me. </p><br /><p align="center">Many of you will read this and think I'm crazy and that's perfectly fine with me because I will be a prepared crazy when events happen that are completely out of my control. But if you think I am crazy, I got ask, why? Is it because it's the first time you've given a thought to this subject? Are you in denial about the world around you? or have you also been thinking about these same things? C'mon, let's talk, I'm open for the conversation.</p><br /><p align="center">As far as I see it, if Amer*ca gets it's shit together, then I am ahead of the game by 6-12 months. What's the harm in that?</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com10