tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90693915340576105312024-02-06T19:35:05.562-08:00The Sweetest ThingUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-82343338464699307232012-02-19T09:00:00.000-08:002012-02-19T09:21:10.449-08:00Stop ProcrastinatingI am back. I hope. I have not documented much of our lives this last year and I have been feeling regret that I haven't for my kids' sake. This is my only journaling I do so I better get back at it.<br />I won't try to catch all the way up, but maybe from the start of 2012. January was unseasonably warm and pleasant with hardly any snow. I will take that. Mick started basketball and it's fun to encourage him. I bought a house in December in Santaquin to remodel and resell and the work began on that in January. Kade started going to daycare a couple days a week so I could work on the project. He seems to love it and his vocabulary is beginning to emerge. He can say ball, Sissy (sister), Mick, Mama, Dada, Grampa, apple, banana, please, thank you, cheese, and his favorite.....MINE! In January, my mom also suffered a massive stroke and was life-flighted to SLC. One of the longest and hardest months of my life followed. All throught the rest of January and into mid February, me and my siblings stayed by her side almost round the clock. We were told she would never recover and she would die within a 7-10 days. She was put on hospice care and we all said our good-byes and kept watch. It was a time of no sleep and constant grieving and anxiety. <br />But God must have a plan for her still to be here, because she continued to make little improvements and after a week, the doctors took her off hospice and put her on the rehab floor of the hospital. A little more sleep for us but a stressful change in our minds took place as we realized we would not be saying good-bye but learning how to deal with long-term care for her. She faced having to learn how to feed herself, write, speak, see, and walk again. It's been a constant uphill struggle for her and I have been so proud of her for her determination and cheerful attitude through this. I don't know why God decided to let her stay, but I know I learned a lot through this trial. I am so much more thankful that my body is healthy and strong. I am appreciative that I can do so many things without even thinking about it. I learned to love my mom in a new way. It brought me closer to her when I got to serve her and help take care of her. I appreciated the times I got to be home with my children more and do simple things like brush their teeth and feed them a healthy dinner because I was gone so much that those times were rare. I found better relationships with my siblings and cherished the time I got to just be with them sitting at the hospital talking and laughing together through the tears. I was shown who loved me and my family by their service to us by bringing us dinners and childcare and just checking on me and letting me have meltdowns to them.<br />At this point, my mom is in a rehabilitation center in Vernal close to her home and I am not going to see her everyday anymore. She continues to get better and I pray if it's God's will she will be able to go home and take care of herself someday. But I am not hopeful of that and sometime in the next month, we'll have to face what challenges she faces next. Right now, though, she is taken care of and content and we are getting a little break. Just this morning, she called me (which is really hard for her to do due to her eyesight) and told me how she loved me and she was proud of me and how she knows I am trying hard. It's a conversation I won't forget and the hell we've been through this last month makes it worth it to have even that one little conversation. <br />For now, the work on my flip house is almost done and it will be listed to sell this week. I am excited and I really think I did a good job of finding a good deal, staying on budget and schedule, and think I will make good money with it. It's been a good outlet for me. <br />Kade is turning two in a couple weeks. I can't believe this. I love two year olds. They are so cute and I am excited to be his mom through it.<br />I look forward to running more outside and hopefully participating in races more this year. <br />I think that's it for today :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-59080774619883206462011-07-14T21:33:00.001-07:002011-07-14T23:15:19.123-07:00July 15 is SpecialGet comfortable folks. This is Adam and I am feeling chatty. I am going to tell you a story. <br /><br />About 11 1/2 years ago my mom was working at a propane company and they needed to hire someone to drink Diet Pepsi. Their pop machine just had too much of the stuff. I think they also needed help with accounts receivable but I never was sure. They had several applicants and they decided on the most qualified. While looking over her resume the boss said to my mom "She seems like the best one but I have a feeling your son is going to come home from his mission, marry her and take her away" Mom said she felt the same way but they hired her anyway. This was my Julie. I had no intention of getting married right away. I even had a pair of shorts made with the number 26 on them because that was the age I was going to get married, or so I thought. She had no interest in getting married either, or so she thought.<br /><br />About 2 or 3 years before she was hired to work at the propane shop I had thought about taking Julie out. I knew her a little since she lived near my Grandma Olsen. So. I called Grandma to get her phone number. Grandma made a call or two then called me back. She then told me I better find someone else to take out because Julie was already in a very steady relationship. So, I went on my way, found a different date that night (or more likely went dragging Main with 3 friends so we could "pick up chicks") and moved to St George to go Dixie College then onto the Philippines for my mission.<br /><br />I had about 5 months left of my mission when I got a letter from my mom saying they had hired someone I might know. I wrote back and using all of the humbility I had learned on my mission told my mom to tell Julie she better have her guard up because when she saw how good looking I was she would fall in love. I don't remember writing any more about her or thinking too much about her the rest of my mission, I was still planning on the 26 thing. I remember Mom writing about Julie dating someone. <br /><br />So, along comes July 8, 2000 and I get my first look at Utah in 2 years. We live in an amazing state. I remember riding on I-80 through Salt Lake and thinking how open and spacious everything was. It was so different from the packed cramped cities I saw in the Philippines. I remember talking about Julie on the ride home from the airport and Mom telling me she had a boyfriend. I was kind of hoping to see her but didn't think to much about it. I was speaking the next day in sacrament meeting and hoped she would be there. She on the other hand seemed to be fully aware of my facination with her and did what every girl should do when an RM seems to be zoning in on them. She hid. She didn't come to hear the speach I gave, she didn't come to the bbq after, she didn't call my mom to explain why she didn't come. They had become pretty good friends. I still wasn't too worried or thought too much about it.<br /><br />A couple of days later I stopped in to see mom in the propane shop. I opened the door and this amazing, beautiful, smiling face popped up over the counter. Right then, I went from 'kind of interested' to full blown crushing on the girl. I couldn't beleive how much I liked to look at her. I think I managed to get a squeeky, bashful, "Hi Julie" out but probably not. I know I went over to try and talk to my mom but was busy staring at Julie and not listening to my mom. But I didn't have the guts to talk to her. <br /><br />A few more days went by and I made excuses to go "see my mom" at work. On the 15th of July I finally had the courage worked up to ask Julie out. I was pretty lucky because that happened to be the week of the major social event of the year in Vernal: The Dinosaur Round-Up Rodeo. Everybody wanted to go to the rodeo, it was a must. I knew it was a sure fire "yes" if I asked her to the rodeo. I knew she had been rodeo queen and in my mind had to be very excited to go to the rodeo. One thing I wasn't sure about was how that pesky boyfriend would fit into the picture. He was the only reason I could see for her not wanting to go out with me. As I look back, I can come up with about 100 reasons why, but, at the time I couldn't.<br /><br />I called her parent's house (so strange to think of way back when there weren't cell phones everywhere) from my parent's house. I need to do some quick geneology. There are 5 kids in my family, I'm the oldest, Jarod is 2 years younger, then Megan is 3 years younger than Jarod, then Rhett is 2 years younger than Megan, and Erin is 5 years younger than Rhett. If you do the math then you will see that Rhett is 7 years younger than I am. Which would make him 14 since I was 21.<br /><br />Anyway, I called Julie's house and got her on the phone. I hadn't used a phone for 2 years and apparently forgot my phone etiquette. I didn't introduce myself, I promptly started running through my much rehearsed speach to ask her out. When I got done there was a little silence then she said "Is this Rhett?" Talk about crushed, let down, smashed, I was being confused for my baby brother. He was barely 14, couldn't drive, still was interested in chasing lizards (he still hasn't out grown that, a month ago I watched him chase one quite a ways before giving up), and wouldn't consider talking to a girl. He was such a cute kid.<br /><br />After what seemed like forever, I was trying to get my bearings and translate what I wanted to say from Tagalog to English I explained that it was Adam, not Rhett, and I, Adam, not Rhett, would like to take her out. She was brutal, she asked "do you had something to drive?" She was so concerned with details. I had to get her to say yes before wasting any time on details like transportation or money to pay for anything. I was pretty sure my parents would let me borrow something so I told her "yes, I had something to drive." Then, "Do you even have a driver's license anymore?" After I told her I had renewed it before I left on my mission and that it was still good she finally agreed to go out with me. I took that to mean I was so awesome it was worth it to go out with me instead of her boyfriend.<br /><br />Now for transportation. Mom had a suburban and Dad had a small Ford Ranger. After considering the options I asked Dad if I could borrow the Ranger. It wasn't as cool as the old pick up I had before my mission (plenty of rust, big tires, 4 wheel drive, CB antennaes (yep, 2 of'em), gun racks, spare tires (yep, 2 of them too) standing up in the bed) but it seemed better for a date than the suburban.<br /><br />Dad let me borrow the ranger and I got all showered, and broke out my Wranglers I hadn't worn for 2 years and squeezed them on, my cowboy boots I hadn't worn for 2 years (but had everyday for 4 years before) and gave them a quick coat of polish, my straw cowboy hat (brim was messed up because of an altercation at a rodeo a few years earlier) and my Prefered Stock cologne. I remember wondering what she would look like when I got there to pick her up: hat or no hat, what color of hat, colored pants or not, boots or shoes, tall boots or short boots<br /><br />I headed over to her house, I knew where it was since it was so close to my grandma's. I had never actually been to the house though. There are a bunch of trees between the house and the road. I knew it was back there behind the trees so I headed down the driveway. I got to the to the front of the house and had a problem right away. Which door to knock on? There was a front door and a side door. I was parked closer to the side door and from the looks of things it got more use, but the other door was obviously the front door. I sat in the truck for a minute trying to decide which door to go to and wondering why she couldn't just live in a normal house that only had a front door. Then she saved me the trouble. She came out the front door before I had a chance to get out of the truck. <br /><br />She looked amazing. She was wearing denim bibs with a pink shirt under them. She had her hair done curly and she had on some brown shoes. I then started to scramble to get out of the truck and around the front to open her door for her. My feet hit the ground and forgot I was now wearing cowboy boots with slick soles. Going around the front of the truck I slipped and had to catch myself on the hood of the truck. I was so embarressed and really hoped this wasn't how the rest of the night was going to go. She had the class to not say anything about my clumsiness. We made it the rodeo without any major mishaps. I hadn't driven a standard in 2 years but don't remember killing it on the way there. She started talking to me right away and didn't appear at all nervous. I remember thinking how amazing it was that a girl so pretty was even talking to me, let alone going to the rodeo with me. I was on cloud 9.<br /><br />We got parked and I once again tried to make a mad dash around the truck to open her door for her. She was already out by the time I got halfway around and told me I really didn't need to open her door. I guess I borrowed some money from my dad to pay for us getting into the rodeo. I don't remember much about the rodeo other than loving the fact it was packed, so Julie had to sit really close to me. I remember staring at her hands in her lap. She had a small ring and such pretty slender fingers. I sure wasn't going to try and hold one of those hands though.<br /><br />When the rodeo was over we were walking around and I was having a great time getting to see so many of my old friends. A few asked if we wanted to go to JB's restaurant with them. It didn't even occur to me that, Julie may have had enough of me and really wasn't interested in listening to us get caught up on the last couple of years. She was smiley, agreed to go and seemed to have a good time. Since she knew most of the guys and had been in FFA with them we all had a good time. We went to JB's and they all ordered coffee. I was appalled being fresh from spending 2 years preaching the evils of coffee. But, we still had a great time, it was so much fun to listen to Ryan Kunkel, Cody Long, and Justin Harrison talk about what they had been doing for the last 2 years. We had been best friends before I left but writing letters was just too much work, we didn't hear from each other while I was gone. They were my dragging Main buddies.<br /><br />After quite a while Julie made a comment about needing to get home so she could get to work in the morning. We left JB's and I was already making up excuses in my head to go "see my mom" at work the next day. We got back to her house and she headed to the side door. I got out and walked her to the door not quite sure what to do: shake hands, hug, kiss, suck my thumb, who knew. She was so laid back about it and didn't seem to be having the stress I was. She walked straight to her door then turned around before she went in and told me thanks and that we would have to do something again sometime. I was ready to do a triple backflip to hear her say that. I floated back to Dad's ranger and headed home with the phrase "we'll have to do something again" bouncing around and around in my head. It had been a success, she thought I was worth going out with again.<br /><br />We dated a full 2.5 months and she got a ring then we were engaged for another 2.5 months and go married on December 16, 2000. She really wrecked my "not get married until I'm 26 plan" and I am so glad she did. We had 2 kids by the time I was 26. I am so glad she agreed to go out with me 11 years ago. She is the love of my life and I am so grateful to have been blessed with her. We have had some bumps and scrapes since that fateful night at the rodeo but I can't imagine my life without her. Thanks Babe I love you!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-42305703648473825052011-06-12T11:47:00.000-07:002011-06-12T11:57:15.283-07:00Five Years Ago Today.......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BdtbblnMTXDdrSRyac5NjUrWp_E3rK5aKo4Ny-8np_bpy0LveUaN2wVlKD7gSRIpYtitIlqkqWVV_tE8BPj9H6DE3iPlIVhH9Bf6xVkTLD-yBx6mpa6PYK24BWnivZGmIVzGsol8crc/s1600/PICT0034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617409223077288626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1BdtbblnMTXDdrSRyac5NjUrWp_E3rK5aKo4Ny-8np_bpy0LveUaN2wVlKD7gSRIpYtitIlqkqWVV_tE8BPj9H6DE3iPlIVhH9Bf6xVkTLD-yBx6mpa6PYK24BWnivZGmIVzGsol8crc/s400/PICT0034.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2XL2MGfLIh1fssNbZLb6pmSr4ElCWYDBBnDMgRZMn1lgIa_JAyVBJmmQj_tRVBoaQuUwr_Gpm1kefdhrFdNT6F2eXvjxbqxuUJzfcRsk0lha_uBEAkh3UkoLwuCHEEf1afQBq3_DFMw/s1600/PICT0062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617409220693551186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2XL2MGfLIh1fssNbZLb6pmSr4ElCWYDBBnDMgRZMn1lgIa_JAyVBJmmQj_tRVBoaQuUwr_Gpm1kefdhrFdNT6F2eXvjxbqxuUJzfcRsk0lha_uBEAkh3UkoLwuCHEEf1afQBq3_DFMw/s400/PICT0062.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQuHDBk2CWi_M-LAA0QPD69637agK9Voyh0YgGKryvYKJDmciUQebagcm4xFVNUGmJ_aFlDYlgS9BFDfPM2p2_kl21o4_Ew86GAPABJ14WSz9X3U-Cn3hQXlpyNFco-7f5jv9NdUAob7Q/s1600/PICT0053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617408933408851202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQuHDBk2CWi_M-LAA0QPD69637agK9Voyh0YgGKryvYKJDmciUQebagcm4xFVNUGmJ_aFlDYlgS9BFDfPM2p2_kl21o4_Ew86GAPABJ14WSz9X3U-Cn3hQXlpyNFco-7f5jv9NdUAob7Q/s400/PICT0053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFueGd42XKsJXIG4f5wTKW97egtN5OQMKDZJjm1iuQ5LSNDo6NdV_2jcppW0tgZ27ZAbL3eFo0SZLvlOlWQ4UKWRdLry9_xPBmU-v8ZINWdgrRLtyWs9nkDXi1V8mn49QopvMpYj0jtXE/s1600/PICT0048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617408916487437266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFueGd42XKsJXIG4f5wTKW97egtN5OQMKDZJjm1iuQ5LSNDo6NdV_2jcppW0tgZ27ZAbL3eFo0SZLvlOlWQ4UKWRdLry9_xPBmU-v8ZINWdgrRLtyWs9nkDXi1V8mn49QopvMpYj0jtXE/s400/PICT0048.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div>My, have they changed just a little? </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-27454258940378159902011-06-06T15:13:00.000-07:002011-06-06T15:44:20.033-07:00What we are up to at the Hall houseWhat we are up to these days:<br /><br />SCHOOL IS OUT! The kids have been busy playing in our muddy backyard, taking walks (even Kade is walking now), playing with friends, bugging Rhett and Natalie incessantly and building a fort in the "woods."<br />I GOT A JOB! The big kids started going to daycare 2 days a week while the babe goes to my sister's so that I can start working more for Adam. He needed to hire a secretary and since it would be cheaper to pay a little babysitting rather than an employee, I got the job! The pay is really really lousy though, like non-existent. Haha. But I am excited to keep up on my accounting skills and keep my brain fresh in case I ever need it one day. Lol. The daycare that the kids are going to does all day field trips on Tuesdays and Thursdays such as hiking to the Y, bowling, swimming, Jump On It, etc. so Mick and Vic get to have some fun adventures while they are away and Kade is loved and well taken care of and only a block away if he needs me. And I find my boss extremely attractive ;)<br />I AM ALMOST BACK TO MY PRE-INJURY RUNNING! Loooving it!<br />ADAM IS SUPER BUSY WITH WORK. He works an average of 14 hrs a day 5 days a week and a few on Saturday. It's a struggle sometimes but it beats the pants off having no work, that is for sure!<br />I hope to have more exciting news to report of super awesome things we did by the end of the month. Wish us luck!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-27245935092664370662011-06-06T14:21:00.000-07:002011-06-11T17:44:52.079-07:00Welcome Summertime!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zIi_qTM9vL70_8o0ZsBR9esEJgJ99Zcu3Naj91uG_YvqYlXbn7i08SIr7VJK3MsX7x1e2QV7pb1674l7iwgMx5RIZRcpvPPeOKRmgWoLOCcB5nvAwHi9UyYTNk3YncdoByu6cj_xcZc/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Lately, I have been running off an average of 4 hrs sleep every night, getting lots accomplished, feeling super happy, yada yada yada. Is it because of the warmth and longer days of sunshine? Maybe, but whatever brought it on, I'll take it!!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have felt midly to severly depressed off and on for as long as I can remember but it really took a bad turn when my dad died and Tori was born in 2005. I tried everything to get better during that next year, but now looking back, I think it was just something that had to run its course and I couldn't change much about it. Finally mid 2006, I started taking anti-depressants. They were a godsend and finally turned my funk around. I won't go into any more dark details about that time in my life other than to say that I did feel better and able to function but never completely happy or optimistic. I really thought that maybe I would never know what it is like to feel happy. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Also at this time, I started running long distances. I have always been into excersising and being active, but never really considered myself a runner until Tori was about a year old. Running had a magical power to make it so I could cope with the rest of my day.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Fast forward 5 years- In February I noticed that I felt not sad or depressed but super irritated and angry all the time. Anything I couldn't change myself would just eat at me and bug me to no end. I felt short and rude to the kids. I hated my teeth, my weight, my color of hair. Some of my favorite people would bug me for no real reason. I couldn't sleep at night from nervousness. The list goes on. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I decided to dump the anti-depressants. Now, I am not saying they are bad or people shouldn't take them. I loved them when I needed them, but I think that once I didn't need them anymore my body started to notice the side effects of them. I went off cold turkey (which they say is not reccommended, oops.) A major side affect of the brand I was taking was anger and nervousness. Within a week, I was falling asleep immediately, I had so much more energy, the kids seemed so less hard to deal with, etc. I was loving this new me.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>A few weeks after this I ended up not being able to run due to an injury in my back and glute. Adam says now that he kept waiting for me to have a complete breakdown cause he knows that running keeps me sane. I HATED that I couldn't run and I felt sad off and on, but I never did get super down about it.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Also at this time, I finally grasped the true importance of positive self-talk. Actually what got me started on it was a book about running. It tells us how at first its hard not to want to say negative things so until we learn not to say negative stuff, we should just end our sentence with, "but it doesn't matter." For example:</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>"I am so tired of the kids getting the house dirty, BUT IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER because they are happy and laughing."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This last mile of my run is so long, BUT IT DOESN'T REALLY MATTER because I am almost fininshed anyway."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>My legs are not as toned as they should be, BUT IT DOESN'T MATTER because I can lift weights & eat better from here on out."</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I started doing that in my head and after a while, I got to where I didn't want to think or say those negative things anymore. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The next step was thinking and saying positive things to myself. Now I don't go around bragging about myself, but when my cookies come out of the oven tasting great I make sure to give myself a little pat on the back, or if my run doesn't feel as good as it should have I make sure to find something I enjoyed about it anyway and tell Adam when I get home. I tell myself over and over while I am running that I am freakin' awesome that I am even out doing it when most of the USA's population are not fit or healthy. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>And it is AMAZING what this has done for me........ AMAZING. I am happy, truly happy. I didn't even know people could feel like this. It's an addicting feeling too. It keeps making me want to find more ways to see the positive in life, kinda like it's a game. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I have so much excitement for life now. I do need to add that I do still have bad days and a couple of negative thoughts a day, but I am able to move past them quickly and re-focus.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>My friend, Kira, and I had a discussion about how we heard God hears what we say, sees how we act, and also knows what's going on in our hearts and minds, but Satan can only see how we act and hear what we say but he cannot read our minds. So if we act happy and say happy things, then Satan cannot use our negative thoughts against us to make us unhappy. Pretty cool thought, huh? </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I know this was long, but I hope that someone reads it and gets something from it, and I really hope that my kids read it someday.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Positive thinking and self-talk really really do work. Please try it! That's all I have to say about that. :)</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-11916637754166573972011-05-19T14:59:00.000-07:002011-06-11T17:46:06.698-07:00Baby Eagles Spread Their Wings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfFhHdmPULxXfryXlrBQt6WXjzUZOymu75tyrg0URK3-gvcOdcUa7G1qEMG29V3TJVWyMBS5-JkFfqgQ3pvjA-DaTU2p2MAHTKqpvGSBpQ3qVhyphenhyphenfjBiJVczK4v0qARdSd6J0YGbxn5JM/s1600/DSCN0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608550547585376066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyfFhHdmPULxXfryXlrBQt6WXjzUZOymu75tyrg0URK3-gvcOdcUa7G1qEMG29V3TJVWyMBS5-JkFfqgQ3pvjA-DaTU2p2MAHTKqpvGSBpQ3qVhyphenhyphenfjBiJVczK4v0qARdSd6J0YGbxn5JM/s400/DSCN0031.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZHoz9pO0Hc4qORKXiRTBzX7ZFevK4i0oSe6g4dHw7AeveFhIgI7Z01OB1zK-daC2LlKjbYZtRA2I3k-Wfnh6Rmgq3ZweECdNVRfC5glyLZ7U0EzUdUUSmt7mV2gV7NkCOwdH061PnGM/s1600/DSCN0034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608550542928135490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYZHoz9pO0Hc4qORKXiRTBzX7ZFevK4i0oSe6g4dHw7AeveFhIgI7Z01OB1zK-daC2LlKjbYZtRA2I3k-Wfnh6Rmgq3ZweECdNVRfC5glyLZ7U0EzUdUUSmt7mV2gV7NkCOwdH061PnGM/s400/DSCN0034.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1Dutyc4Snfh_Hu86jeSXqQGn7yVhrkWVOFUnogozpnEuVD7fl143-_IeMA8uQzDKiUSp-2za6TF4AfszTY5XhMVB1jmD1DfTo-xMM4-6vL55HiapOhQjBc3Ut5JI1p6lj0abhOlUsks/s1600/DSCN0035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608550535219286162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs1Dutyc4Snfh_Hu86jeSXqQGn7yVhrkWVOFUnogozpnEuVD7fl143-_IeMA8uQzDKiUSp-2za6TF4AfszTY5XhMVB1jmD1DfTo-xMM4-6vL55HiapOhQjBc3Ut5JI1p6lj0abhOlUsks/s400/DSCN0035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Victoria and her awesome teacher, Mrs. Barnett.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv21-PHTRcgurBFLtqOpe5CsuBQnyC8l2YxB3c1LNY0J1KiHHLRL0hJ9AyxgjOSFxBRwRHosokG14X_OeSzK26-YlhHQed4ql_gE5mtL5MEuTFz1_61L16QMC7timOk_RZPU2uraUDjek/s1600/DSCN0036.jpg"></a>Victoria had her little Kindergarten Graduation Program today. I love to go to these. The songs are so cute and I am really proud of her and not only of the "book" smarts she has learned but because it seems to me that she is growing up to be a sweet nice young lady. </div><br /><br /><div>I feel bad now that we didn't get a picture of her with her Aunt Natalie. Natalie came and even brought her a little graduation present. It's so fun to have family close enough to do these things with us.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-43289176501910267132011-05-10T09:59:00.000-07:002011-06-11T17:46:51.717-07:00Our Super Awesome WeekendLast Friday Adam being the great dad he is took all 3 kids down to St. George to help Rhett and Natalie move back here to our neighborhood in their new house. ( Super Awesome thing #1.)<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10LSMqO6l_utyJrRIuLRr1gcNQ63Hozg3Y_SziYhXEGEfkPtieobUXLNzZZBlL8cKDyLDTEXe3ozgAR1e-KovlSYa1Qu-FAeAFPoJDVPWQaUxpfzfDEXRaViBh1xKdXruiJzR7up73KU/s1600/100_0406.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134378459189090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj10LSMqO6l_utyJrRIuLRr1gcNQ63Hozg3Y_SziYhXEGEfkPtieobUXLNzZZBlL8cKDyLDTEXe3ozgAR1e-KovlSYa1Qu-FAeAFPoJDVPWQaUxpfzfDEXRaViBh1xKdXruiJzR7up73KU/s400/100_0406.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134394050862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioFl-Lt6X2nKZuKhT1QwtO-qPUtu2n5kcl65PAeDhNYpONW9ou0mrzhetzpTNR-TEqZG3TxIiI-HtKIGrgevvRXF_CMV6llBOffq4ybflkFmE8_Wydro76hOsCT9ZOgtB_5Yzr78rcjS4/s400/100_0405.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134395977228962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiworRfH7Nbjbm1oZVgkOaySeLu3GU0W3saKsR5v1CzIl0dWwP2CHfo85q2i8ZoGeFbB12XmQMWidMSm9SFBFrA0Ye6Mga6Wp9MouzrakgV9fj8miR9PgwonAzOfp0bROfqDV6yggU3MIM/s400/100_0403.jpg" border="0" /><br />While they were there, they made a trip to an awesome park that St. G has, it's a lot like our new playground here in Spanish Fork, but bigger. Adam does such a good job on photos even with our normal cheap $100 camera. I love these:<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXSjSxiOAh6RB2MbgdQuD234eM7ijYQc1__sp7ozaSWzTfqM0EwJhNtHfvQ0zvAm_5i03QV_6gkKK7slXD8sAjRTtNDPvzisnnES489TDrL1QZdbYDmDBSHLyujIGNH6FyQKV3ue4E5c/s1600/100_0450.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134374232922850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTXSjSxiOAh6RB2MbgdQuD234eM7ijYQc1__sp7ozaSWzTfqM0EwJhNtHfvQ0zvAm_5i03QV_6gkKK7slXD8sAjRTtNDPvzisnnES489TDrL1QZdbYDmDBSHLyujIGNH6FyQKV3ue4E5c/s400/100_0450.jpg" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134841844204770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidRLsRxQYqRf5nDe5I562rEbxT9odA0ouYKLJSstIfyfCUfekwCPbiuvk7W0kVIwGId3MpFr7zewA3SFFsmxxKtSM1oOIWbvqsPocFiO93Vm4i5DLlMgmctcbCXGL24BTt_lKMxyERlGk/s400/100_0426.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134857256632530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKCEfGD9NzYp4HJBfBeKiOq54SuV6i44WGq2G0ETqe6IRbzgcI3ArCmhmmdTytTvzCR8m0Ue23sm5XGLvMjdULECbdFuNJbWoFTHNtoZRiGEZjxSVICpfGkoRoe6ryMNcdpg8HENNogE/s400/100_0429.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134861575919570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivAEDW-FXjtGx-PeJC2iqRuHYHZXRPZrCjKGW3Sa54gQ_97vkcj0PaqlUfkFDmhBvZ9Ovf98j5SqvXrCHBUkdG4j0h1CJ2JeaexhV3tWbE3JZ3S64dzKYbLNIPH-TZVqkBvcEfZcQWrDU/s400/100_0423.jpg" border="0" />Adam said that this group of girls were in love with Kade and swarmed him the whole time. I have to say that they have excellent taste. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134843674364450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2rhpegal12uyJ1yQ5AsL_anwU__MevldeFmMh0Qz9t08aoavpRKI4-bnuLUH-HVnQqZrAUx55nHwpyJ2LvbP4fYhvW-Jh9mZ9GRPqv-VfOZNw_WkPrg7nWvLlHqtWh9Kmq4tPNK6JGEk/s400/100_0442.jpg" border="0" />Love those eyes :) This may be where he picked up the nasty stomach bug that he got on Monday though. I don't think putting your mouth on playground equipment is the best idea for health and wealth.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134848191811362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiheaLXafF1zUuvtvLMVJnSCOUy-MeI7wjaliVw7U9rwo3F61Nyx2CdatKecxUHRoqq4-L697xCv9E-fZ0DCRXg-4rgb06UjzEPTSmLsCnFOiuGIUkeu3gGT4Xbh5gDS5jNE0EXA4yH7ig/s400/100_0435.jpg" border="0" />While the cat was away, us girls sure know how to play! Robyn, who has been my friend for 20 years (yes, I am that old ) came out to spend the night and run a 5k in Provo with me. We hooked up with our other friends, Lily, and Jessica for dinner and shopping the night before the race.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605133656277874930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyrfbbxMsZuQnPM96xuwMlt_SSOFWjMZ4IFvtU2hduNdBmT73Lu_ex3JWs-hErL9cUTv39EvNwpQUF9UCEkzbutqTTzAr1we9iFRYhITfbQub8qTtoDC-zGRngJufbQ2NR_n-S2FWkeoQ/s400/DSCN0245.JPG" border="0" /> Here is Robyn in her new running shorts from Sports Authority. No worries, she took the jeans off to run in them the next day. Haha. We had a pretty entertaining time in that store. Ask the guy with excellent hearing who loves Kneader's tarts and the poor lady who didn't lock her changing room door well enough. :)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvGf3zwHb3fgWC6Cpmvhv-Dv-3847KwnYAJIUo46Gmq60FUVY3ha87-0EHwZ_HR-M_GYQarz1wO8nWsTsLbRRMDFRrbjd4yZd95U3Blc7M3wUqsAwNIya-MTWmwTx456_Sqaa139Nlm4/s1600/DSCN0246.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605133663635113074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVvGf3zwHb3fgWC6Cpmvhv-Dv-3847KwnYAJIUo46Gmq60FUVY3ha87-0EHwZ_HR-M_GYQarz1wO8nWsTsLbRRMDFRrbjd4yZd95U3Blc7M3wUqsAwNIya-MTWmwTx456_Sqaa139Nlm4/s400/DSCN0246.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just getting ready to leave the next morning.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605133670066997634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTv5iepPwqmCO6_oXoueXccEK1xqqObj395XO162pnlQJsPHaP6EKdSultCHLM3PBUcmz6kR_FOo2vGsfk_I4b_ehEajzqErkjAJJW47jNut6vDgfI_ZP8w2XXJ5cmnINnBHm9zb901E/s400/DSCN0255.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />Here we are left to right: Jessica, Lily, me, and Rob.<br />So this was my first 5k and I had no idea what to expect. I knew you just ran fast, not holding back like you do in long races so I did. Ran a really fast first mile and burned myself out a little too fast, the next mile was up a steep hill and it was terrible, then felt better that last mile and picked it up again some. I was still disappointed with my time but I had been injured and off running for the last 6 weeks and hadn't trained for any hills so I was okay with it. Robyn and Jessica came in a minute behind me and they were a little disappointed with how hard it was also. We had breakfast, watched the winner of the half marathon come in, and left.<br />Later, Lily dropped by and tried to hand me her medal (She won 1st place!). I couldn't figure out why she was giving it to me but she explained that it was mine and that I had won 2nd right after her in our age group. Haha, I never expected that. I felt better about my race after that. LOL. Jessica won 3rd, and Robyn, by half a second, 4th place. So all four of us girls won 1st, 2nd, 3rd, and 4th. Are we totally in sync or what?<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605134371711497682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVuNev2Tmh_xtur-NCmO33ZHAnMKvUKmC_803ohoA7t47AQcf2JpDkSj2rQIve6DmYZlVn_-9kCIYojykYLd6GyG_csuPfjwkJ8iDDLtliDumrV3j6rCHlww8AuJi83tv293bj1Y-vrvA/s400/100_0453.jpg" border="0" />Here is a cheesy pic of me with my medal on. Pretty awesome feeling.........<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605135562613465426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhxvvqsU2y4Tq-b1l8-13C5SD1-xeL5nOWE5t25I9e8vRf6SbLDpyuQG1AEYdVNhy_lCJKfSiGAI7n4RJAZ2RTBfg-SBnqs7VqcAC7UiNz3gPj2Cs27bOxaqMA9tE9fjKtmr6apOBWlc/s400/100_0463.jpg" border="0" />Then I got to top off the wondeful weekend with a perfect Mother's Day on Sunday. The kids made me the cutest books and Adam let me be lazy all day. </p><br /><br /><br /><p>It really was the best weekend EVER!</p><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-72780987643424481002011-04-21T08:25:00.000-07:002011-04-21T08:26:40.800-07:00I lose more rolls of toilet paper that way.............<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqhIPwMNdza_0OZ6LFU3c6njS1gO3ebtahRWocBysXCoVlEv77vU6boB-QyCO0chhA_o1ToXNvkG52MPOuo0IWmwDc6kOhMSCPSvjBl5Pnr-SDTUArR9TtW8qQRwseHNmxksPbBg63dg/s1600/DSCN0027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598058532151738306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCqhIPwMNdza_0OZ6LFU3c6njS1gO3ebtahRWocBysXCoVlEv77vU6boB-QyCO0chhA_o1ToXNvkG52MPOuo0IWmwDc6kOhMSCPSvjBl5Pnr-SDTUArR9TtW8qQRwseHNmxksPbBg63dg/s400/DSCN0027.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLQ6iNo3mNvoTODc7a0cv4KfyvtosepZDYK3ozugJoYFPqowlpsnlZX6JbnLMoym1RK-S5001MP5MyZhe1JWa8cKWVUnxxo1aQqnJBEkSmv_WCV2JI-DvK1UYFNyg1nywQfWvWIw68Bs/s1600/DSCN0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598058520582934434" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCWQ9Zoi2yLXqc_1S-r_mUk6fDwyzE-__KiqVVzmEkvXiddQRmdbqtN3pCJyCH54LwF3zg6D4f5RIqksjY0PIQArUzROt3iDrRgLYJIm87Ei2YNYi0ddeYawuHC4fpsfuH7DBkAxgqpJs/s400/DSCN0033.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHXpbPloiBuUBH2RmtZZGpZ1jBdjjUyeo1xZonvP7bi_Gp8GaPl23I999GA-hGmg99QTTrNsxPOTfevAEXYKukoAzVJKvkYfJVDDUDN4YY3_juytfzJeUn4xWwyI12bx1kcEUyZV2IW8/s1600/DSCN0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598058508253900546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHXpbPloiBuUBH2RmtZZGpZ1jBdjjUyeo1xZonvP7bi_Gp8GaPl23I999GA-hGmg99QTTrNsxPOTfevAEXYKukoAzVJKvkYfJVDDUDN4YY3_juytfzJeUn4xWwyI12bx1kcEUyZV2IW8/s400/DSCN0030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-41069620019213987882011-04-21T08:12:00.000-07:002011-04-21T08:24:40.175-07:00Egg-Dying 2011The Prep:<br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3im38EOTIOF7jNC2J-4b1Fgq7PH6LjE2i77B6F_jpgpLa25Vi9p2aBm0RTotQvl9WmFwnMF2lnq1t4iyIxvE1uds5VZvZNJp5XKseRL9vUKApkLVEDnR9hwFO3M741chWqG6JLqqP96Y/s1600/DSCN0009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055805460592354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3im38EOTIOF7jNC2J-4b1Fgq7PH6LjE2i77B6F_jpgpLa25Vi9p2aBm0RTotQvl9WmFwnMF2lnq1t4iyIxvE1uds5VZvZNJp5XKseRL9vUKApkLVEDnR9hwFO3M741chWqG6JLqqP96Y/s400/DSCN0009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSOUcRKbKYzol_fbijp6E5NvnyInbB0zfqIu-wPwklq7LItDM9hV9BCtj-MT1zG_BmgJXKGA0ITVyEXkQ64fnu5LRExY4dtZVpsy3pUxhmF1rpXluA_i-XUBkFqh4D1MXrv0VcUw_sd0/s1600/DSCN0010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055284094336050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmSOUcRKbKYzol_fbijp6E5NvnyInbB0zfqIu-wPwklq7LItDM9hV9BCtj-MT1zG_BmgJXKGA0ITVyEXkQ64fnu5LRExY4dtZVpsy3pUxhmF1rpXluA_i-XUBkFqh4D1MXrv0VcUw_sd0/s400/DSCN0010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />In the Process:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055811043560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC3NVzC-kIo26YStS2bd4H8tuX9XCvZ1AxDzCdNLFgr77eNkxICYBEWVf0a-yffdtXH79sQW92QJFHQ2VNwmP4H1n55V2F0_oZAo_vd8t6ttEZE0lmtItviRZEeQ1Vbw-dBOjvBUzRA6s/s400/DSCN0013.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb2oujDElqrkR-z-AfT82_lKJr2gHlgWwm3vRT1ZFfbBUHiJCw5dMqZWYGHNikiL3s60DW-LW01Oza0_I18XHCWDO_X3ixOPKYKyv7ZSIMcoUWE8rngQ1r4IB_U8sIc-1JlbGkw4B4tc/s1600/DSCN0012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055282464113010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJb2oujDElqrkR-z-AfT82_lKJr2gHlgWwm3vRT1ZFfbBUHiJCw5dMqZWYGHNikiL3s60DW-LW01Oza0_I18XHCWDO_X3ixOPKYKyv7ZSIMcoUWE8rngQ1r4IB_U8sIc-1JlbGkw4B4tc/s400/DSCN0012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055295632033506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKdLAb7OLGgU4LwKIpLF3Jo83rqZR6ICej7j62eNF9gPsOhmLBrCV3d_-zPOFVc2jI85VxVew1M1H1NNEnem3bU4gzRKHywSQGHcIWmc-uGfHg1t87b49yie3Cys-hRD_7lcBvChBt9OQ/s400/DSCN0016.jpg" border="0" /><br />Just for cuteness:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055300722179042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqXMnTWPOj2vwwkNMKWXQhSoHxQMF33Q_00bHOqpqhbq3wPtANGBjbaT_jkgC1L0MiQRtFyFqOiRpgvWZMexeLtU6H__pb9DcEVQG0inNH8MhCavWcz9cVfof4_eg5gIWB_iChaXMjn0A/s400/DSCN0023.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfot-1uRw7LS9OKeMA40FItAGELZeidwQ794eoRt-PAKW8kVuJN7_e7TanZfGNaBpjwuM_TU2sAEd3RY7Gq_x47_1CuWUR8aKZy2-3XeVVrZ4tcI1fkX_xVhL92eXcpD21QLvTFWX42eY/s1600/DSCN0005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055277485953362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfot-1uRw7LS9OKeMA40FItAGELZeidwQ794eoRt-PAKW8kVuJN7_e7TanZfGNaBpjwuM_TU2sAEd3RY7Gq_x47_1CuWUR8aKZy2-3XeVVrZ4tcI1fkX_xVhL92eXcpD21QLvTFWX42eY/s400/DSCN0005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The Proud Display:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055818432016098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuD-dF1z-WuYvKHzHFfDaa-N5STw_ZBaCo4rYSnph7Mi-gzZCI2xEpr_r__4RgvwgOA0nrew9DKpl0JedRrUdMmyLMSV2fdWZvbOR9lYajW9UsvrZWuDosy292sBKaCTuDsaZMzPk24aI/s400/DSCN0024.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055818388303698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-p8H89Dv2gL70M-tDVLtJ3VTk3GqCHWrD4eAxD-E2COc8j-3O0nJdXm-k7QT6x7gAjvFTLP7xLKCWQ-Lux5nkML7KZW__6oHntmQK7mC7tuokzq48hzIwPx8x2srzebs6Wi9DxK_oLhE/s400/DSCN0022.jpg" border="0" /> ( I don't have a clue what Mick is doing in the background. Maybe having a smoke break? Lol.)<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>The Finished Product:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055965556226818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4wXTEmYIydL1Q082kh4BN9Ie1TPx5tOmvp0ZnDoI_ZgESwsgZmr7DuTtopO75Xu_wzZc5DjSENZ9Lbf8cpQv1YgkDEiU9sTawpXhMl7I5Ohopmoe1KbFryh2sKiuTeeMdWMn1eutqq0/s400/DSCN0025.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598055960675049346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibifH0puJTVM62fQri1maXVZDdpZrNqd21Qliy54HmqXdPXDjIdZsWNC0Kx6OXFoX-RRbX0IGjNxPe4nkJQ8gSCoiE1GQ75IvbQM9tJc6BenCdqT1Gq79crRmR8zLpf_ALe_2AbWQa82Y/s400/DSCN0026.jpg" border="0" />We had a lot of fun with these this year. We drew on them with crayons while the eggs were still hot out of the pan. The crayon melted and made some cool designs. Then we colored them in the egg dye. We will being doing that again next year for sure!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-25035351361651693842011-04-07T09:29:00.000-07:002011-04-07T09:32:21.338-07:00The Cutest Fisherman and Fisherwoman EVER!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9ZAq2a2w0NY8ch7M5sgTqr0wjsHhwv7cDwEMTq69JDt5l2zypO3QCKc7Emf2btdLA6b0gT6Psq89DefrEjN9hXTO8i1VBVIV3FbzJJTWes3mpz6a4L_8cQWyTTKg_RieNrw7qmmxnDE/s1600/CIMG0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592880145243621218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq9ZAq2a2w0NY8ch7M5sgTqr0wjsHhwv7cDwEMTq69JDt5l2zypO3QCKc7Emf2btdLA6b0gT6Psq89DefrEjN9hXTO8i1VBVIV3FbzJJTWes3mpz6a4L_8cQWyTTKg_RieNrw7qmmxnDE/s400/CIMG0032.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmRtz7_5uTbnWKYuLwNZikzrw3jgND-Y3PQ9hyphenhyphen6LSM-eZQ1qn0O2OfajS-Glibf33Y-nKCLnFBO865GWBPB7adoyPCQF65UIyHvYFOrgD5l81aiXbmfZy0FkraYIHFcIazgiZipiCaYg/s1600/CIMG0031.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592880141741058066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmRtz7_5uTbnWKYuLwNZikzrw3jgND-Y3PQ9hyphenhyphen6LSM-eZQ1qn0O2OfajS-Glibf33Y-nKCLnFBO865GWBPB7adoyPCQF65UIyHvYFOrgD5l81aiXbmfZy0FkraYIHFcIazgiZipiCaYg/s400/CIMG0031.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQOin63U2y42K0qO6OG3CXW5B8LkYlCKGXnfBaqMKMsnyENdABMFYw9FYDn1ZXbtfA2tVyyN1c_VU_v0xvS3NtnEaEIqM4pscj8TP1uyWeDpuMVmyXrVRTRLeraTrjaVGu5cgvlSTbFk/s1600/CIMG0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592880136578028242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQOin63U2y42K0qO6OG3CXW5B8LkYlCKGXnfBaqMKMsnyENdABMFYw9FYDn1ZXbtfA2tVyyN1c_VU_v0xvS3NtnEaEIqM4pscj8TP1uyWeDpuMVmyXrVRTRLeraTrjaVGu5cgvlSTbFk/s400/CIMG0030.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div>It might be a little too chilly to be fishing in April, especially in flip flops, TORI.</div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-4027781705718671572011-03-31T11:42:00.000-07:002011-03-31T13:47:19.921-07:00St. Patrick's Day<div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR22AfRaPZy6kJVsj-Z9S6Zvr8R5dx3ViPUTLLN-ggB1Rz0HCyRfYEVK7R4R3bSiPLsj5kqpA9Oo2FNlAgW2AWCrGCXh_AM12X7xVwbWV8k8zED2Tc4BeDdJo0Vdfiz-unm1_rbF7zRT4/s1600/DSCN2095.jpg">So I planned to make these cookies with Tori on St. Pat's day. She dogged me for her friends and so I begged Mick to take pity on me and help me. When he was tiny, he loved to help me in the kitch, but about a year ago when I asked if he wanted to help me make some treats his reply was, " I am more of a taster than a maker." As I was saying, I talked him into (forced him into) making these with me. I think he ended up having fun with it. You get to work food coloring into different balls of dough and then roll them all out and layer them to make the rainbow. All very messy-right up his alley. I loved getting some one on one time with my oldest. It doesn't happen as much as it used to :)</a> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkHdIc09wCJLSIRE74tXwSMDwslF0ajZ4CbCpllmTvkfbZanMzLDB7CiKlG9PxarBThgMBjHEcBlUwhgzKaqWVhjX-FhexHpyyi-9rNzphKylJMbFA87B9Z3QPV07izotIQj5lRTaREY/s1600/DSCN2094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590317205980198178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkHdIc09wCJLSIRE74tXwSMDwslF0ajZ4CbCpllmTvkfbZanMzLDB7CiKlG9PxarBThgMBjHEcBlUwhgzKaqWVhjX-FhexHpyyi-9rNzphKylJMbFA87B9Z3QPV07izotIQj5lRTaREY/s400/DSCN2094.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IqwVwMYy_0eM59LB03ms4hWjCXzHFrc4RIjecIYk5hXILxAYf-fRQCbLGOwhtkxF6zCZ7J6XIasVQMElhLJRGroD2esmxhz4yoCx7TJwGx5iX2WcQOeUrUhinOZAu5brTnSVPBOV6N4/s1600/DSCN2096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590317195408202626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9IqwVwMYy_0eM59LB03ms4hWjCXzHFrc4RIjecIYk5hXILxAYf-fRQCbLGOwhtkxF6zCZ7J6XIasVQMElhLJRGroD2esmxhz4yoCx7TJwGx5iX2WcQOeUrUhinOZAu5brTnSVPBOV6N4/s400/DSCN2096.jpg" border="0" /></a> He looks mad here, but he really wasn't. <br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590317198615970130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwbcP42drVWeopnGvNRqj_ybckZ3Hx4-eKx9VxcCeso65JHPX2y4CdTWp3Tu50PLDH0NQMeuVR-1FkPeNhycunxwCvRCYsgjBb0OKORPs9qWaMCvn4YfDsSQp523e1mzovEjFwIqU4ve0/s400/DSCN2100.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>They're magically delicious!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-59386258450564160412011-03-30T09:28:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:38:43.459-07:00Happy 1st Birthday Kade<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589912062002646738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV7a1V_cJp4VtZPtxBxLArO7mNedVCSuzGYSeV0iH-koJ3jPtUscx6aLjIgM7o7qKhOoec18r2KJMo39GATr3B8YqvCH2Z_svOTJCGLmuZuBkEpHQb9P8wiBTbUdg2SLYO9nLNAVb5elA/s400/DSCN2035.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589911469825512034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOf3HFkV-YaR-L09keVpFV1wGInisUOKyGxtBC-glp0RZ2KYijyGfBTcxP_ANtFehkTYqQY8qJcJwN1FwJfhR2yl_SnigMB3K3X6cLu-GrKaqQDIkbbOP4kU-o6Jva6C-tNT0s_3NGCGg/s400/DSCN2022.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEof1W0ealEPiwqZEPU4h-ecnKBQibvKDrE4jHN0uWnoy3Aoa17JVWcFRvTBRrtt0Y02jJ_t5o4-jIxQ2LZ0Am9ijoUIx-UJLmXfNH5IdDlm127f9MaGc-6cHN0ZinoP-p-9ucyrpu6c/s1600/DSCN2023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589912059151005426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwEof1W0ealEPiwqZEPU4h-ecnKBQibvKDrE4jHN0uWnoy3Aoa17JVWcFRvTBRrtt0Y02jJ_t5o4-jIxQ2LZ0Am9ijoUIx-UJLmXfNH5IdDlm127f9MaGc-6cHN0ZinoP-p-9ucyrpu6c/s400/DSCN2023.jpg" border="0" /></a> <br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589913832411044354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-cTPkjRoyrf7_8diTDjyNrRhEssk_QJ_x_-JkI6s9TTtwbkX5h2qBcHKpLY3xKZ_QCrkqMIpCt57bI9EHM-YaJyYbBVHS-z646AiOmQ_aOOQ9dMhFL8fhgvF6WxpzbDIgt0wJHQiaNJ8/s400/DSCN2050.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589913837108082018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-zroJhwRE0ptE6n8xouQFi-nkPwLZeR2VgLbPzwmGqNQABHoT2skoZp6gPtaJ8I3qQLuxgjJvfiY7C1ntDfkUQya2N6bX4TiEvKAst8X6ukYrBNwZfbzDuJLCcgvHnoOcNxjtE0BmOaE/s400/DSCN2064.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Kade Anderson Hall turned a big 1 years old on March 3. He had been very sick with the flu the entire week before so we didn't invite anyone to a his party. We celebrated it immediate family style and still had lots of fun. Before the party was over though, Jeremy Nelson and his daughter Nicole stopped by to visit which was perfect because the Nelsons have been to almost all our family's parties since we met them 5 years ago. He must have been inspired to stop by :)</p><br /><p>Like I said, Kade was super sick the morning of his birthday and I was feeling kinda disappointed knowing that he wouldn't be very happy for his big day, but we carried on. After his afternoon nap though, he woke up acting so much better and he did actually eat cake and smile and play that night. He wouldn't open or play with his presents but he loved his balloons so much. </p><br /><p>Things about 365 day old Kade that I don't want to forget:</p><br /><p>-He is barely eating the first foods baby food. We have not been able to get that kid to eat solids very well at all! (He does love a good potato chip tho. He hears the bag rustle in the pantry and he is crawling as fast as he can to get one.)</p><br /><p>-He is not walking, but could if he would just dare try. He can stand alone quite awhile until he realizes he is and he then will hurry and sit down.</p><br /><p>-He waves bye-bye and plays pat-a-cake a lot.</p><br /><p>-Whenever he inspects things for the first time, he flips the item with his fingers back and forth a few times.</p><br /><p>-He loves to snuggle his momma lots! ( I love this!)</p><br /><p>-Taking him outside will instantly turn him from a fussy guy into a grinning guy.</p><br /><p>-He looks almost identical to Tori when she was this same age.</p><br /><p>-He loves to raid his sister's room for toys.</p><br /><p>-He grins a huge cheesy grin at you when he is touching something he knows he is not supposed to touch. He thinks if he smiles big enough that he won't get in trouble. </p><br /><p>-He is a joy and we love him very much!</p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy2ENxJESHqL8YVOuze2SFSHXY7-Om9xGx0vTcrTfjSGJ7ZZUDMbSNei4YUTqjB5M7eOcMx1q0sZG2fR5J38w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-38510272447579147202011-03-30T08:23:00.000-07:002011-03-30T08:44:56.149-07:00Tons of Good LuckWe had the potential for some serious injuries or monetary damages or both last night and escaped with only a few minor scratches. It was quite the exciting night. We had gone for a drive earlier in the evening and came home. Mick and Adam was headed out to Mick's fishing group class in the truck an hour later. I was in the office and heard this huge BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. It took only a moment to realize it was the garage door hitting my car in the garage. It had come down and hit the rear and tried to go back up but couldn't because the cord got hooked on my glass door handle so it kept pulling it back down and hitting it again. Evidently Adam hadn't pulled the car in far enough earlier. Adam saw and heard this as he was backing the truck out of the drive-way, jumped out of the truck, ran over to try to unhook the cord. Meanwhile, I was running through the house to the garage to try to stop it too. As I got out the door, Adam and I both hear Mick yelling, "DAD, DAD!" Adam had not put the truck in park when he jumped out and it was backing driverless across the road, up over the curb and was going through our neighbor's yard headed toward their house. Thankfully, Adam has been running a lot lately, cause he sprinted across the road, got the truck door open and slammed on the brake a few feet before it hit the neighbor's property. PHEW! After all this the only damage was a small scratch on my Escalade, a slightly bent garage door, and a small piece of damaged sod in the neighbor's lawn. We told them why they had tracks in their grass and they were very nice about it and everything is good. It was the first warm day in weeks and tons of kids had been playing outside all afternoon. I am so thankful none happened to be around at that minute. I am glad we didn't have to turn any damages into our insurance agent. That would have been fun to explain how our car, our truck, our house and our neighbor's house all got damaged in one accident. Especially since our insurance agent happens to be our dad ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-35599570963161142032011-03-26T19:21:00.000-07:002011-03-26T19:22:51.534-07:00UltramarathonerAdam finished his 50 mile race today! More details and photos coming soon...... IT WAS A B.L.A.S.T.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-16361668448364102562011-03-21T12:44:00.000-07:002011-03-21T12:52:44.551-07:00Mini Pilots<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEC-IjTVz8BhTWSiPxzVBHYeJe1BJziXRizydxQRQiN2SqqGm6v5RPsggPaIRrw8nxE4spinzl1VqFlmXnKtUhxX4LrqEFCg-0TvgC5u2m0mkDOL-KsOKlwex7_2YvPZ3NOi3oK9OcDus/s1600/IMG_8599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586623209117024274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEC-IjTVz8BhTWSiPxzVBHYeJe1BJziXRizydxQRQiN2SqqGm6v5RPsggPaIRrw8nxE4spinzl1VqFlmXnKtUhxX4LrqEFCg-0TvgC5u2m0mkDOL-KsOKlwex7_2YvPZ3NOi3oK9OcDus/s400/IMG_8599.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16AAu8vAhrvbkEd8Jp_5DPj5a1CnlcvE_5RBVHWMWonz3mILjg-RdKH4fX7joXeJ-NWyQ7jXN5rLrbAB4IMwDk5k1s6-BXpVVuhcBiIH6F2Xtzf18lVOe_SkISOJbIX10UFDfC82Jr7Y/s1600/IMG_8614.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586623203070756626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi16AAu8vAhrvbkEd8Jp_5DPj5a1CnlcvE_5RBVHWMWonz3mILjg-RdKH4fX7joXeJ-NWyQ7jXN5rLrbAB4IMwDk5k1s6-BXpVVuhcBiIH6F2Xtzf18lVOe_SkISOJbIX10UFDfC82Jr7Y/s400/IMG_8614.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKF8xYJDJVkscr_fJvQKZUKvO2IvWWd_Zls0iZBUEsfyvkW7Gp52JYWEK_d002HOhdBhBWhmWvmLS5lSAY19nERsDy8JBethRYHMiKLdDwjU9hXVua4iLbCPsfNZHLJXzdQ5TMAz0i6o/s1600/IMG_8605.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586623200308165314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJKF8xYJDJVkscr_fJvQKZUKvO2IvWWd_Zls0iZBUEsfyvkW7Gp52JYWEK_d002HOhdBhBWhmWvmLS5lSAY19nERsDy8JBethRYHMiKLdDwjU9hXVua4iLbCPsfNZHLJXzdQ5TMAz0i6o/s400/IMG_8605.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>So while we went to Utah's Dixie, my MIL and FIL very daringly took on our 3 children for 4 days. The kids were so excited to go. Victoria wanted to swim in Vernal's indoor water park, Mick likes that he gets to stay up later there, and Kade just pretty much likes whatever we do.</div><br /><div>This trip, they got to go up in Grandpa's airplane. I am pretty sure that is what the kids liked most about this trip. They talked about it a lot. I just stole these pics off their blog and had to re-post them here because I love their big cheesy grins.</div><br /><div>Thanks Grandma and Grandpa. I wish I had had grandparents like you when I was small but at least I got you for in-laws.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-15180297208748576702011-03-13T17:11:00.000-07:002011-03-13T19:11:54.345-07:00TAX TIMEAdam speaking here.<br /><br />We always go to St George to get our taxes done. Not many better times to be in St G than tax time. Because I have the greatest mom in the world she took our 3 kids for us. It was the first time she has taken all three of them and we got to have a few days to just the two of us.<br /><br />Way back many, many moons ago when Julie and I were brand newly married and moved to St George. Our first Sunday in St George we sat down in Sacrament meeting and the guy down the bench slid over and said "I'm James Mitchell. Welcome to the ward." We talked for a few minutes and he invited Julie and I over to their house for some ice cream that night. When we got there James and I found out we both served in missions in the Phillipines. He had been there about 9 years before me. (He got to experience the eruption of Mt Pinitubo. Which sounds pretty amazing. I know the country was a crazy with a capital CRAZ when I was there and things were pretty normal then.) While we were there he asked what we were going to do for work. We told him we were both looking and hoped to find something soon. He said he needed a receptionist to help in his accounting business. Julie had some experience doing receiption, accounts receivable and banking so she went to work for James. He and his wife were really good friends to us that first few years we lived in St George.<br /><br />The fringe benefit Julie got from working for James was that he did our taxes for free and I got to talk his ear off. James and I have always had some good chats. Now, 11 years later we still go to James to get our taxes done. It is so much fun to see how his business has grown and changed over the years. Highly reccomend him to everyone. We have sent several friends there over the years and all have come away singing praises. The years we have had returns I know he has gotten us far more than Turbo Tax would have and the years we have had to pay I know we have paid far less than H&R Block would have had us paying.<br /><br />James also happens to be a super runner. He has done over 20 marathons, he completed the IronMan St George last year. In his 20th marathon he carried a flag the entire way to celebrate.<br /><br /><br /><br />Anyway, back to 2011, we were wrapping up our tax appointment and mentioned we were planning to go on a long run on Saturday morning. (Just in case I haven't mentioned it, I have had a sudden onset of stupid and decided on about the 1st of February to run a 50 mile race on March 26, <a href="http://www.buffalorun.org/">http://www.buffalorun.org/</a> ) I told James if he wanted, he was welcome to come with us. He said he might and would call me later that night to let me know. James also owns the ice skating rink in St George ( I know, Ice Rink, St George???). Between that and tax time he hasn't been running since November, so he didn't want to do anything too crazy...<br /><br />About 9 pm on Friday night James called. He had talked to a friend of his who does a lot of trail running and wanted to know if we would like to go in the morning. Julie had wanted to try some trail running so we made plans for James to pick us up at 5:45 am and we would go meet his friend and go on an "easy 12 miler." I should know this by now, but never ever trust a trail runner when they say "easy."<br /><br />On the way to his friends house James explained him to us. His name is Jared and about 8 years ago he decided he was going to run the St George Marathon. The only thing was that Jared weighed something over 300 lbs and was a chain smoker. He finished the marathon and was one of the very last people to cross the finish line. First words out of his mouth were "I need a smoke" (apparently 7 hours without a smoke is pretty tough and he didn't think smoking during the marathon was a good idea). Jared kept on chugging away and kept entering races and kept smoking. Eventually he decided that smoking and running really didn't fit like a hand and glove to he let the smoking go. He would go running with James and some others and was always the slowing them down or making them wait. So they all started calling him Turtle. The name stuck and when Jared introduced himself to us that morning it was "Hi, I'm Turtle"<br /><br />Turtle looked to be about 50 give or take 5 years, my eyes were still blurry from being up late the night before listening to the @#$$%^ baseball team from *&^%$ Lehi High School who happened to be staying at the same motel we were. It is amazing to me, I look around at all the good guys I know and think that those high school dorks who were yelling and being obnoxious all night will eventually turn out ok. Julie was slightly less than happy about them. I kept gritting my teeth thinking Karma is a pain in the @ZZ. I was having memories of high school wrestling trips when I acted the same way, and now back to the main story.<br /><br />Turtle likes his name so much he even has a license plate "TURDL" on his VW bus that he uses as a crew vehicle for his big runs. James finished telling us that he had "paced" Turtle in the Wasatch 100 last year. That means James ran the last 25 miles with him. Turtle later explained to me while we were running that the only thing he has done that was a stupid as quitting smoking was the Wasatch 100 race. (100 miles of running through steep, tall mountains <a href="http://www.wasatch100.com/">http://www.wasatch100.com/</a>). The Turtle I met, was far, far below 300 pounds and a running machine.<br /><br />We then drop over to the Chuckawalla trail head that is just off Bluff street in St George. We left a couple of cars there and jumped in Turtle's car. There we met Cameron, who is a pretty tough hombre. He claimed he wasn't a trail runner but he liked to hike. He recently hiked the Grand Canyon, rim to rim to rim. I don't know how many miles and vertical feet that is, but I have seen the Grand Canyon and know it is one big honking hole in the ground.<br /><br />Turtle drove us over by the mouth of Snow Canyon and led us around and to a path that went right past Tuacan High School. We got to go up the ridge behind Tuacan and dropped down into Snow Canyon. <br />This is James, you can see the school in the background. The desert sunrises are so beautiful.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583721843952029778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipaX0Fwgis0sxOmVL5QlXcJLvIwBlPqqwo2oFKTGSQ7MwZ76XxZLi0hbcEH42LgYbfCWScc3KcIXIxIOJUIg7v0__Xdx2UWOFV-cwy6DXETeumW4_VNQED59V7uF6D_QItyVjImDKkXqg/s400/03-12-11_0658.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here is Julie and I with the school in the background. It was an amazing view. The mile we spent from the school to the top over the ridge took us about 32 minutes to climb. For Julie, "going slow" is moving about 12 mins for a mile. This was very, very slow.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583735962703804946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLjiaNCqKn6oUWdI47L-N2TkclxrEfDgo5J5eBZf-THdj_43Stnh1WQ_bjcLnr-926MXaSvnrYcXqPu9i_mFUYWYYoma7NrftjB0kJic9ZnlkTYT1TKAS9Kx2yvJzNZp6cKIuhZnHHS-M/s400/03-12-11_0657.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>After we topped off the ridge and headed down into Snow Canyon Turtle (he is in the black below) was telling Julie and I some stories of his races. He has competed in the Squaw Peak 50 mile race a few times and many other ultra marathons. Then James piped up with "Turtle and Dana Miller are friends." I had not heard of Dana Miller so I asked James and he said "That is what makes this sport so great. He is a superstar ultra runner, like Micheal Jordan or John Stockton, only in trail running. He has won the Wasatch 100 five or six times. The superstars are good down to earth people, not like the guys in lots of sports." He then told us a joke about Tiger Woods and how there was another cat he should be named after, a very fast cat. </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583721854597901154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyrhFQtTxSrNUUn0sC1NYxU8r338oeVOXxdquFrPBL4CYJt9qrYFW0O9AZFUdkxNVcxEfD7BXWE7OJvPyo79EFiCKP_nXV_NwODpuTfxClYo8vImBY9XD-0spzArguc-9BJNiVYsk7tmg/s400/03-12-11_0800.jpg" border="0" /><br /></p><br /><p>Turtle also mentioned after we had got to the top of the ridge behind Tuacan that he had seen rattlesnakes on that climb before. He didn't want to worry us before we headed up, but figured once we were past the danger zone then it was OK to tell us. Julie really appreciated that.</p><p>The section of the run after we topped the ridge behind Tuacan was great. We were running through some great sandstone in a large draw. There were several deep pools that had been carved into the sandstone and great twists and turns. The sand was wet and packed pretty hard. It was so amazing. That was the sort of thing I have come to love about running trails. I am able to see things that would normally be an all day hike or a multiday backpacking trip in much less time. It is about feeling, feeling the shoes slip on the wet sandstone and getting a little jump in my belly, feeling the sand compress and slip to the sides of my shoes when jumping off ledge onto it, planning out the next 3 steps across steep sandstone because there is no way to stop after that first step. Julie was explaining to me how she feels like it is almost a prayer to use our bodies to do things like that. To show God we appreciate the health and strength he has blessed us with. I hadn't thought about it that way before and was so thankful for the wife I have and that she does think of things like that.</p><p>After we got to the bottom of Snow Canyon we started on another trail that headed to the East. This would lead us back to the Chuckawalla trailhead where had parked the cars earlier that morning. The trail at that point was going through a lava field, the black rocks were sharp and sticking out into the trail at weird spots and it required lots of attention to stay on your feet. We had been going about half a mile when Turtle hooked his toe and hit the ground. He bounced up and stood there for a second and rubbed his leg. We were off again and just in time for Julie to hook a toe and go down too. She didn't have as good of landing as Turtle. She hit and did some major damage to her right leg (from her thigh to her ankle), her right hand and her right shoulder. She got up and said "I'm fine, I'm fine" We were looking at her and Turtle said "I left the keys in the car, you can go back and drive around." Poor Turtle hadn't lived with this girl for many years and didn't understand her "anything Adam can do I can too" mentality. She just shook her head and let him know she would be finishing the run, after all there was only about 6 or so miles left.</p><p>She then pounded her way on through the rest of the way to the trailhead. It was a great run. We got to see some amazing views of the Western St George Valley and had some great conversations with James and our new friend Turtle.</p><p>While we were at the trailhead going through the customery good bye's yada, yada Turtle looked down at Julie while James was taking these pics and said:<br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZyYi6LiQFXp-ON3kyqkKfrJcor9SZgdy0FQwnuccy4wXtcONxvedHBfvK2ZJ3KGx9FeqnVlO44FESbJV1hqU1K00I1DVAwLbAH4A_K3B3mX3uwLvSJ8K8ctqaAl5mW83QOjS3sPZZfyc/s1600/03-12-11_0914.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583721867480734066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZyYi6LiQFXp-ON3kyqkKfrJcor9SZgdy0FQwnuccy4wXtcONxvedHBfvK2ZJ3KGx9FeqnVlO44FESbJV1hqU1K00I1DVAwLbAH4A_K3B3mX3uwLvSJ8K8ctqaAl5mW83QOjS3sPZZfyc/s400/03-12-11_0914.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY-GUDkgtPhacBC2ZqDlSaFsMQsTISLVwZ6pFEB3emUQL9o1ItOJMr2rktPULnRxwppW4w9UpuQQZwk0TNwdGuteqvB2c-Y6UrE7Y4MM12l7hUwvHBOaXOsZDouZnhLcRSSOx7F3GDvU/s1600/03-12-11_0913.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583721863949268034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizY-GUDkgtPhacBC2ZqDlSaFsMQsTISLVwZ6pFEB3emUQL9o1ItOJMr2rktPULnRxwppW4w9UpuQQZwk0TNwdGuteqvB2c-Y6UrE7Y4MM12l7hUwvHBOaXOsZDouZnhLcRSSOx7F3GDvU/s400/03-12-11_0913.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />YOUR WIFE IS SO HOT!!!<br /><br />I couldn't agree more. <br /></p><p> He then told Julie while James was taking this pic of me and said:<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583721992163306578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2gtSlswSDYtO2NxNJQTbd24LNQ-YvBUx_g46tDg8LkQXtMNAMZ_mglSDBJ9FmowMtuNbUrD3IXWIk8toR8XVZMRlDMzNVmqi_uS3TsCIz3Hytyw_5HLB-lAHQhSW3iNH5PTiNq4lP6ro/s400/03-12-11_0916.jpg" border="0" />You can come run with me anytime but he didn't even get any dirt on him so he really isn't welcome again.</p><p>It was a great run that took us through some very pretty country. James gave Julie a ride back to the motel and I headed into the Red Cliff Desert Preserve again to rack up some more miles. Julie finished with about 12 miles and I finished with about 20 miles in just over 4 hours. Running though that deep red sand was tough. I was struggling with pulling out 12 minute miles on the dirt, then the last 2 miles back to the motel were on pavement and they were both under 8:30 per mile. </p><p>I have had problems before with my belly cramping and hurting really bad after long runs. On this run I was sucking on Margarita Shotblocks that had lots of salt in them and didn't have any problems with my belly the rest of the day. NOTE TO SELF: salt helped with the belly cramps. </p><p>After we had showered, we headed over to Panda Express for some grub. Then we went back to our motel and took a nap for a couple of hours. </p><p>After that we went over to our friends the Ridings. Dan and Cassie have been friends almost as long as James has. We had a great visit with them. Their kids are very cute and had lots of wisdom to impart. Emmet is 2 and up until last night had an alter identity of Buzz Lightyear. When they asked him to tell us who he liked to be he told Julie: "Santa" They made a wonderful dinner that Julie had to eat with her left hand because her right hand was jacked up from her fall earlier in the day.</p><p>It was about 9:30 when we headed back to the motel and Julie told me she didn't think she would be able to sleep because she had taken a nap. We got back to the motel and our high school friends were there still. We had been hoping they had been beat out of the tournament and gone home. They were playing in pool until about 10. Julie was laying down on the bed and I went to the bathroom. I came out to find her completely zonked out. Her book was laying flopped over and she was toast.</p><p>She didn't move again until 7:45 the next morning when she asked me to go running with her. She is a die hard, hard core runner. I was opposed to the running idea but she said "only 3 or 4 miles, pleeeease" When she finally decided we were done it was after 6 miles.</p><p>It was a really good trip. Thanks Mom and Dad, Thanks James, Thanks Turtle, Thanks Ridings.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRK4mwb6LsrBvlhvfAyDJMjclftShAR8b0Y9f5DE7lwREkI4gp2o3lchihRefSajIR6Zq-EUCtxUY7Umtx1Jb9lHzXZImnncbBOOjMAcTnLh6F9_SeB-EhhT7yjxIDS9HIKHoejvXoKD8/s1600/03-12-11_0657.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-56801434808561476062011-03-02T19:30:00.000-08:002011-03-02T20:03:55.899-08:00RunningThis is Adam. <br /><br />I got a crazy hair at the first of February and decided I would run in a 50 mile race at the end of March. It is out on Antelope Island on trails.<br /><br />I have been trying to find trails to run on around our area and have found lots of feilds and backyards I can cut through and fences to jump. <br /><br />Today, I was trying to get down a hill into a vacant lot between two houses. One of the next door houses had a dog that was not terribly happy to see someone moving through the trees next to his yard. I slipped when he started barking and slid most the way down the hill. When I finally got up I had dark brown mud from my waist to my knees. I was still along way from home and only had one way to get back. I took off down the sidewalk and passed a dad and small boy walking by each other. The kid was about 5. After I passed them the boy said "Dad, is that mud?" The dad pretended to ignore him and so he said it even louder "Dad, is that mud?" Dad then said "I sure hope so"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-80244134928540982942011-02-27T17:10:00.000-08:002011-02-27T17:14:22.903-08:00MickFunny things Mick has said lately:<br /><br />Mick: I want a second helping of noodles.<br />Me: No or you won't eat your dinner tonight.<br />Mick: I bust my butt in 3rd grade all day and all I want is a 2nd helping!<br /><br />Poor Mick, that 3rd grade is rough stuff.<br /><br />When getting into the car, he turned on the seat heater and said, " Butter me up cause I like my buns toasted."<br /><br />Me: Mick, we are having ribs for dinner tonight.<br />Mick: Mom, you say the sweetest things.<br /><br />He never fails to give me a daily hearty laugh. I love that quirky kid.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-37281596048033355982011-02-27T16:38:00.000-08:002011-02-27T17:10:38.891-08:00Fast FebruaryThis month has flown by. I really have no idea where it went so fast. We were busy with some fun stuff.<br />Kade is one year old next week. I always feel like that first year is the hardest on the mom. I have made it with no major mishaps. I have bought my last can of formula. He is on a nap schedule. He can play with his siblings well and be entertained for a whole 5 minutes at a time. Life is good with little Kader. These are some pics of him walking around the house with his little car/walker toy. He is doing that and walking around the furniture but has yet to try it on his own. He can however go up the stairs by himself now and understands that he can't come down them again face first. He always crawls up there and goes straight to Tori's room. He knows that is the messiest room therefore there is always something to do in there.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulVDS8IyI8oiexFa2XLW6M_qHp446BeMYfvGm_Had-PKYvJ5N3A56TKqDapCgqrRRWNtW2lL3W3DGJDUxkvYlvi3eXmUkXxqbrIzUSDj8jKQTah20SJLbXIW3CWVRm_qpT7U8gW700XQ/s1600/DSCN1976.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535423125931106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulVDS8IyI8oiexFa2XLW6M_qHp446BeMYfvGm_Had-PKYvJ5N3A56TKqDapCgqrRRWNtW2lL3W3DGJDUxkvYlvi3eXmUkXxqbrIzUSDj8jKQTah20SJLbXIW3CWVRm_qpT7U8gW700XQ/s400/DSCN1976.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeGUQ8jsG-8jz6T0b5bL55LeSG0iXNxxK69r8lBVHjHCsCq_YW-qpNQY0Js8KK_29Ib40ppC0ZJrQy4fA1e_Q4vB8e6qz-lYMaQfvSTuCbTVWdgmpxrVqa1WmiFtmEKyO8Wic1mNzkJg/s1600/DSCN1979.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535426095419490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXeGUQ8jsG-8jz6T0b5bL55LeSG0iXNxxK69r8lBVHjHCsCq_YW-qpNQY0Js8KK_29Ib40ppC0ZJrQy4fA1e_Q4vB8e6qz-lYMaQfvSTuCbTVWdgmpxrVqa1WmiFtmEKyO8Wic1mNzkJg/s400/DSCN1979.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDuLHOM3Y7ovkE4toD4xdDXm9JYf2x2w1h7p_c9Xqcp6iWc3VUPUzA0za_Bgs0xLm1HnTboRYBLc152XY1dZQv0arxYpOIJ3hLBsMkZK8fc5D96_7j-WnYNHAxHZzS358e4oWjeVvLIa8/s1600/DSCN1972.jpg"></a>Next up-It was Adam's 32nd birthday. It was a relaxing day for him, I think. It was on Saturday Feb. 12th. He went for 14 mile run, watched Mick's basketball game, then later, Jarod, Jamie, and Lilli came to visit. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mTkoY1ugdC-QblYkutltDomF_z-HtgWNwbtnkhfvjqh3nGRTfXnUXvyJROqrlYhPr0VBFt4ozxVloHAIR-TWlX9_svbdQAB4q7jaW3kYqJfu73_dWtePc9mCtZI889w229oZ_m8oXek/s1600/DSCN1969.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535224410893954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mTkoY1ugdC-QblYkutltDomF_z-HtgWNwbtnkhfvjqh3nGRTfXnUXvyJROqrlYhPr0VBFt4ozxVloHAIR-TWlX9_svbdQAB4q7jaW3kYqJfu73_dWtePc9mCtZI889w229oZ_m8oXek/s400/DSCN1969.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKqZRFLYTm37gbirNrh8pyG13z4E9sik2woenQUL0pk26ZVa3qfg7BTvp9Pw-JQEf8zm_031FPmo9xChe-9pnUHWZTzuo6H-0AFeRInLjESFIx2ZqCX7l8z1okZAE-zXIj6xusDpLji8/s1600/DSCN1968.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535218565408754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKqZRFLYTm37gbirNrh8pyG13z4E9sik2woenQUL0pk26ZVa3qfg7BTvp9Pw-JQEf8zm_031FPmo9xChe-9pnUHWZTzuo6H-0AFeRInLjESFIx2ZqCX7l8z1okZAE-zXIj6xusDpLji8/s400/DSCN1968.jpg" border="0" /></a> I made him a Tres Leches cake. Soo good. Tori picked out the candles and we put them on the cake as a 23 just to make Adam feel good.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_LwJ6mCoGeit3FItSwRb5y2OnrnoYKaqx34FGpdI9oqvZ9sonCIcrXOmBWSstWEyAin3FmyjH04nd1tLWRC-r5lLiWBnmr0qtg0XKYui7MjU0YbG60UPtN3FPd1hSslXSZU4vq1IrOc/s1600/DSCN1937.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535212178158418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo_LwJ6mCoGeit3FItSwRb5y2OnrnoYKaqx34FGpdI9oqvZ9sonCIcrXOmBWSstWEyAin3FmyjH04nd1tLWRC-r5lLiWBnmr0qtg0XKYui7MjU0YbG60UPtN3FPd1hSslXSZU4vq1IrOc/s400/DSCN1937.jpg" border="0" /></a> Adam told me he wanted to run the Antelope Island Buffalo 50 mile run in March and so for his birthday he wanted me to pay for his entry fees and let him spend a lot of time training for it this next month. So that's what he received from me. The kids got him propane tanks and hand warmers. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qWh4RB-c4JePly_Sr__Gtt0kzSE7RrVz9gRxgL71qn44w8lpOTOPxGXO59rBePWQYCGD3XUhF8V3vBl41fgaYWtRSQFj9IOLUmu-zOMNLTjp75UWYiDOXlm6jkcK7gOAr0tUsL54CBI/s1600/DSCN1934.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578535213527224322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qWh4RB-c4JePly_Sr__Gtt0kzSE7RrVz9gRxgL71qn44w8lpOTOPxGXO59rBePWQYCGD3XUhF8V3vBl41fgaYWtRSQFj9IOLUmu-zOMNLTjp75UWYiDOXlm6jkcK7gOAr0tUsL54CBI/s400/DSCN1934.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then we had a spectacular Valentine's Day. We decorated the kids' doors before they woke up, then opened little presents, then had breakfast. Off to school parties, then later that night, I did a fancy dinner here at the house. I told the kids to dress up because we were going out to a nice place that had a dress code. I was worried that Mick would throw a fit about that, but he was so excited to dress up and go out. Then I worried he would be disappointed when it turned out to just be home. </div><div>I did the whole works: menus, fancy desserts, candles, sparkling cider, etc. </div><div>The kids loved it! I was the waitress and they enjoyed acting like they were adults out on the town. I forgot to take pictures of any of it and I have been sad about that. Hopefully, memories of it will last for a while though.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEDaH-6v_Yo1zBzI1HgTwBl7Y3YKJD9_ZgdL37o1TbfjJy63EORpUqGh68jk4RvygtgS37lIfBJS8O-gQvaWkxLCIKdq96PzPl2c8xoYWEOL6O-j6Yd2IpPAqPBQ6xpRz_xST_RWeB1o/s1600/DSCN1993.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534947986110818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEDaH-6v_Yo1zBzI1HgTwBl7Y3YKJD9_ZgdL37o1TbfjJy63EORpUqGh68jk4RvygtgS37lIfBJS8O-gQvaWkxLCIKdq96PzPl2c8xoYWEOL6O-j6Yd2IpPAqPBQ6xpRz_xST_RWeB1o/s400/DSCN1993.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am guessing Adam was teasing Tori about something in this picture. Her little gift from us included a Zhu-Zhu pet and clothes for it, candy, and earrings.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534938492401570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpu6sgDT7kAjuR1E3e-iWlRmY-fxj77Y9ju0ySod72AY0jY3o2QyKBatuAAFxSLBklyqn9VJzdtTA-getz_IshY3EBjXYMap-VoQHmt8cD8Qz-4UjxfuOSxIpf8oYvTox0B3BZo38bLU/s400/DSCN1991.jpg" border="0" />Mick and I love LOVE to watch the Monster Truck Jams together. He has been collecting the trucks so he got a few more to add to his collection and lots of chocolate.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534933977221170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibpLWi9-JHwjxvLB5pPwPgfYXVgOO9dHIjVL8CwRLmLhWDnbC0lR9XJ8rckgatGVSRmGxqxdTbweXVbjcJWPRiYpWwsXXzvHON2NEbWtDAzWZNd_bVZt6eF4-cxHYBZKzhag3kT-xA2k/s400/DSCN1992.jpg" border="0" />Kade got some bubbles (they make them in a spill proof container now-Yay) and a book.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWnL8cSGfzbLNr3_MWW06qkvAXp64WQyTk_yBJDGgSeCD9dBrovk_OhWefs4ZaQ5PcpbZAsl5W1swecLeJ7fMnJf4_nABHb9lfYW4mQn_XAdwpqxpT2OMjRF2sJuoQ9A8aSfXO4UFUnw/s1600/DSCN1984.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534943233839506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifWnL8cSGfzbLNr3_MWW06qkvAXp64WQyTk_yBJDGgSeCD9dBrovk_OhWefs4ZaQ5PcpbZAsl5W1swecLeJ7fMnJf4_nABHb9lfYW4mQn_XAdwpqxpT2OMjRF2sJuoQ9A8aSfXO4UFUnw/s400/DSCN1984.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534940221679122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKJLxYkM34lHdYJS3oFR3WWLtAepSgPthqntSofRnNZ_OP9s8KKl0O8-QzsUZteMuMkndqLUSoCpViT1_4VJUOWH1ZEyKgwlKA49B6_9kscHKoqWlnWPBmvwHzEM0VaPKXLszOYbOjuos/s400/DSCN1989.jpg" border="0" />This is pictures of their heart pancake, eggs, and strawberries breakfast that morning. Kade is finally starting to eat a little solid food. Not much though. Maybe I will be packing a baby bottle in his lunchbox when he starts first grade at this rate?</div><div> </div><div>This morning, Adam grabbed the camera when the boys gave us one of those Kodak moments.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534603447635554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioDBLvx_matvTpmtWOtB9Co160oAaxqNEpQZ-9mhhVguxKc1WYwiVBnn86pxFjWJGqD4bKY8VF2lS_vwbMSl6k-TTDUWaAFnIq1ucfl0w4TPvDsv_pqhv-SY592_8cO50x2fEigOtTyEU/s400/DSCN2015.jpg" border="0" />Just checking what is going on outside in the world together.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534609431918034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOceeCvkLYnOWNzkUzZPP2HEoNXDx72ySdJusnxFw5dvWr-VJke8uY74EofawO8Z5h_9mMDHauFJa03eVjsqKMopgTCHw2kTk_PLe9TSM2ap3Gxcgxi_6kHARas5rQ1o2Ar4s5O4y0BbI/s400/DSCN2016.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHxIPxyCFPDfse2zC02Ty_nMRV_BngJwpFMpGEElUKnODmkn7V95i6ubZSBVVa6vb_cMM2dRntEg8tyXcG2BZ_70piOPfJhLwp_gEAPrHOFE4BKHnFosrJiqATugEPbQ-0V188HcFdAc/s1600/DSCN2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578534613978962994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnHxIPxyCFPDfse2zC02Ty_nMRV_BngJwpFMpGEElUKnODmkn7V95i6ubZSBVVa6vb_cMM2dRntEg8tyXcG2BZ_70piOPfJhLwp_gEAPrHOFE4BKHnFosrJiqATugEPbQ-0V188HcFdAc/s400/DSCN2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I love babies in their sleeper PJs and their fuzzy bedheads. I just want to kiss him to pieces.<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-80094107586369186842011-02-07T08:08:00.001-08:002011-02-07T08:10:58.447-08:00Toothless Tori<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzJs9lnWqZOqadcs_UP_wn5Q3KiJtvyR9hIGkp7IW44x6IErurXdiiCwazuBdNimLe12EZggmYh095PWN_5BCMcHfz_m7Ahzx9ftTRV1taRrxQ4o05i4fjb1h9tgzSdOXhTHBfhsoZec/s1600/DSCN1900.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980682582492194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitzJs9lnWqZOqadcs_UP_wn5Q3KiJtvyR9hIGkp7IW44x6IErurXdiiCwazuBdNimLe12EZggmYh095PWN_5BCMcHfz_m7Ahzx9ftTRV1taRrxQ4o05i4fjb1h9tgzSdOXhTHBfhsoZec/s400/DSCN1900.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0ZMhpjXkZoFWAu6r6tiYCTQ-e-ywmRKUSsaNduHD8scJ60uzTAktwkmKEaJcbVVOZlABkKaTTTJA0auCbeIqpBe4MSr6ZPJJw20LbMkYMW33n3isd9t72WmK6UaLTONEcczYEA93v8o/s1600/DSCN1901.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980677640033074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0ZMhpjXkZoFWAu6r6tiYCTQ-e-ywmRKUSsaNduHD8scJ60uzTAktwkmKEaJcbVVOZlABkKaTTTJA0auCbeIqpBe4MSr6ZPJJw20LbMkYMW33n3isd9t72WmK6UaLTONEcczYEA93v8o/s400/DSCN1901.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Tori lost her first tooth in January. She was sleeping and woke up and out it came in her bed. She forgot to put it under her pillow that night and was worried the Toothfairy came and wouldn't come back the next night. We assured her that the Toothfairy probably comes to our neighborhood every night since there is so many kids and would probably stop by again the next night , which I am glad to say that she did!</div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-39958487952126941092011-01-31T13:35:00.001-08:002011-01-31T13:38:57.196-08:00Flat TireI am sitting at my desk watching my husband put my wheel back on my car. It had a slow leak and he took it off to take it to Big O and pick up later so that I wouldn't have to sit and wait with 2 little kids at the Big O store for a long time. I am just reminding myself how lucky I am to have a husband that is so handy at doing things and fixing things. I cannot fathom what in the world I would do without him. He takes such good care of me. The best thing about all this..... He is always thinking of ways to make me happy or things he can do to make life easier for me. Not cause I harp at him (which sad to say, I do sometimes) but just cause he loves me that much. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-49932090733246206862011-01-18T08:55:00.000-08:002011-01-18T09:22:40.076-08:00Parent/Teacher ConferencesLast week was Parent/Teacher conferences. Maybe I am a dork, but I love to go to these even if it might be bad news. I love to hear about how they are doing and what they are doing and get more of a feel of what their day is like without me there.<br />Tori is in Mrs. Barnett's kindergarten class this year. Mrs. Barnett said word for word this, "Tori is great. She is THE top reader in class. I am trying to think of something she can work on doing better, but I can't think of anything. She is also so nice and kind to the other kids." I felt so proud that I teared up. The best part of that was hearing she is nice to others. I stress that a lot to them at home so I am glad she listens. She told me the other day that there was a boy in her class that was crying at recess because he didn't have any friends so she went and asked him if he wanted to slide down on her coat on the slides with her. Well, I wasn't thrilled that she is using her brand new coat that way, but oh how my heart swelled with pride at that moment.<br />Mick's report card sported all 97%-100% in his varying subjects. He even got all Hs for Honor in his behavior part. He has had a great year in 3rd grade with lots of friends and good grades and Mrs. Lacrua has worked magic on him as far as getting him to pay attention. I will always love her a little for this. She also said Mick was far superior in his reading and comprehension of what he reads than most of the other students in his class. Is that any wonder? I mean he reads an hour a day at least at home on subjects varying from dolphins to Ancient Pyramids to Junie B. Jones. Lately, he has been reading mondo huge books about WWII. He is a walking encyclopedia.<br />I know this post sounds braggy and I am glad. I am proud of my kids. By golly, it's a lot of hard work to get them to this point and I will brag all I can. Love you Mick and Victoria, thanks for being mine!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-115974697879877202011-01-18T08:51:00.000-08:002011-01-18T09:22:13.164-08:00Jazz vs Cavaliers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs25Gk5P9lzgBnGXquE3OXK7nMI5VkG6_dTjqzk0wmt8NsfPybRhd5N6c5GZ2ptzZXd3BoYme4YSvH1wO6YEPBahG1neDAXmg6Ta81UsO6Dj-XF6sS9I3tdS8Fya6Zza7bCQYyjHSvQhk/s1600/DSCN1828.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569879587053890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs25Gk5P9lzgBnGXquE3OXK7nMI5VkG6_dTjqzk0wmt8NsfPybRhd5N6c5GZ2ptzZXd3BoYme4YSvH1wO6YEPBahG1neDAXmg6Ta81UsO6Dj-XF6sS9I3tdS8Fya6Zza7bCQYyjHSvQhk/s400/DSCN1828.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZz9jZeT5klqWMlL-KFzStwD3cfHOZ0hdeVbaBJubXi51KUwrJXfimpg_PGZuq2mPX-eUKfykRimlRkdhM0HGM1zjUy7Ozcwr55NCKUnB0DHAPir78Fvv3587kWCqr7mZ8x7nqeNqSTEk/s1600/DSCN1821.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569868786119762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZz9jZeT5klqWMlL-KFzStwD3cfHOZ0hdeVbaBJubXi51KUwrJXfimpg_PGZuq2mPX-eUKfykRimlRkdhM0HGM1zjUy7Ozcwr55NCKUnB0DHAPir78Fvv3587kWCqr7mZ8x7nqeNqSTEk/s400/DSCN1821.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEAmA0faZ2nd_PSDMoao7WqPkIiUq68FBpm9OcSmagPgFWXepJUOPkEal8iJx71B5t_jFFYSTINVdLRp77Ua4FCuDBE1tjuN2Uk9s73SjPRiL81THrsa_CdctrHbXHS3Cd6_dG034Abs/s1600/DSCN1827.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569861854793746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWEAmA0faZ2nd_PSDMoao7WqPkIiUq68FBpm9OcSmagPgFWXepJUOPkEal8iJx71B5t_jFFYSTINVdLRp77Ua4FCuDBE1tjuN2Uk9s73SjPRiL81THrsa_CdctrHbXHS3Cd6_dG034Abs/s400/DSCN1827.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIw_VagXFRcFciNcmu6KlchmqRgHbJK7E6wPIuO9yIUtWETwSFplVMRBzya2zM8-k2Wtt8lUeElLFvOUz8aT3HBcothmHuqWOI3bWCiqk3SSaThduErEtnIvdCA4Rm4Dufb0wnbHpvsI/s1600/DSCN1832.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569857560179410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIw_VagXFRcFciNcmu6KlchmqRgHbJK7E6wPIuO9yIUtWETwSFplVMRBzya2zM8-k2Wtt8lUeElLFvOUz8aT3HBcothmHuqWOI3bWCiqk3SSaThduErEtnIvdCA4Rm4Dufb0wnbHpvsI/s400/DSCN1832.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My dear mom got Adam and Mick really nice tickets to a Jazz game for Christmas. Last friday the much anticipated day finally arrived. Mick was so smiley we thought his face might crack. I honestly don't know if I have ever see him so excited over something. And they WON, so bonus!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-61493929807419074052011-01-18T08:48:00.000-08:002011-01-18T08:51:21.575-08:00Just a little something....For a while I have been wanting to hang these lanterns in my hallway since it is so long and unimaginative. We finally got around to it and I am loving them. I think it just adds a little something to brighten my day as I go down the hall now. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569061930840738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAPYl2e6MMCOOtYOjjtZJNV47B5F2VZnyIBCmu_mw76yPzYXp502pcZ286rogm97vYuBEpP7JLp-beht9jWg43QWBNmuNpQgabioK3meqhd1xvV1YyHmhcZ41R0lmMMmWZm1xDGBfUDyA/s400/DSCN1815.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCiMEdclZ29H51hrYVn-UWf9OxPhCCnr6xUC_GJPHlb9jcbPSK6B3oYrB_3896-Hncz3VGQ_H_V6fKdcf9nNm7GYn6QtiZSSQIkPTM2fIgq8KrJ66hOHGKgldTMPPe1x8s6Zed72NT0s/s1600/DSCN1817.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569070591685682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqCiMEdclZ29H51hrYVn-UWf9OxPhCCnr6xUC_GJPHlb9jcbPSK6B3oYrB_3896-Hncz3VGQ_H_V6fKdcf9nNm7GYn6QtiZSSQIkPTM2fIgq8KrJ66hOHGKgldTMPPe1x8s6Zed72NT0s/s400/DSCN1817.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdX8DlA2dURQ6xyC53br7sbJ1qcVS9bu4pi0ULhNfQungrHV6ox2big8rDLOld4NbKMuFOkdR0tj07JMc84Yh0eZ88bfRVGp0LBHyLmsnYOTWHyGe-yDbbygQquu4uLc-Dhjtt3PZEqE/s1600/DSCN1819.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563569067227726082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUdX8DlA2dURQ6xyC53br7sbJ1qcVS9bu4pi0ULhNfQungrHV6ox2big8rDLOld4NbKMuFOkdR0tj07JMc84Yh0eZ88bfRVGp0LBHyLmsnYOTWHyGe-yDbbygQquu4uLc-Dhjtt3PZEqE/s400/DSCN1819.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9069391534057610531.post-36172805098823761042011-01-18T08:33:00.000-08:002011-01-18T13:26:26.503-08:00Christmas 2010Christmas Eve day was spent with the Hall clan. We met at our house for lots of food and chatting and some BINGO.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Sqd4qE_XnpmdTUwp93JFjBwUMLHLHeiNm1Toj0MbzyaMfmGyLtQaZkeaRERe0lOxOZag9KZTnsmVPAJRd76jUMRB24toRHfJow2Bw3oGPMPvcVPnld_z0xtxs4B7AdOQ1A6zeHisxR8/s1600/DSCN1749.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565778107895442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Sqd4qE_XnpmdTUwp93JFjBwUMLHLHeiNm1Toj0MbzyaMfmGyLtQaZkeaRERe0lOxOZag9KZTnsmVPAJRd76jUMRB24toRHfJow2Bw3oGPMPvcVPnld_z0xtxs4B7AdOQ1A6zeHisxR8/s400/DSCN1749.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here is most of the group.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBetckCtmlzJ3p6ExSUjjBMxpd2EIzmAnhK2ISM-CdlvTy-0MKuuK9AvFdqCxWe_3JE90NHO_LGwA5mj7jtPaGY2a3lUCt9cHgVR00XRcekoakL354mQS5nUE5ynfxzqOLG3IZgDhyphenhyphenRc/s1600/DSCN1750.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565776856150866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrBetckCtmlzJ3p6ExSUjjBMxpd2EIzmAnhK2ISM-CdlvTy-0MKuuK9AvFdqCxWe_3JE90NHO_LGwA5mj7jtPaGY2a3lUCt9cHgVR00XRcekoakL354mQS5nUE5ynfxzqOLG3IZgDhyphenhyphenRc/s400/DSCN1750.jpg" border="0" /></a> Little Natalie sitting at the kid's table. She is so loved my the little neices and nephews. They all want to sit by her.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565768523683682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnrlzte09ubf2WyIJ12TvDqRjh_wzEUXrOnAghbvy9JqKlD1f3rF6dvxUIKidlq9O8ApdN0-_QbqS5dME9elOvnTJ1G0fmBrpIsNdocnns4-eTprg4dWD6HzPva7Rt8UZpSnom1c6hAg/s400/DSCN1763.jpg" border="0" /><br />BiNgO! Mick finally won.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiow9NYFErrYcAglfmaG2bFTV0UO3fo7QGS0CcRSmG1mQk4RhRQ4Lk-OOyFAmj_c9csbb7XedlYsb_b3-blIMhlQvCUngu-6QbZRlRSKst6VJOYWVDPv3gVi-fXdzb0W-PwFW8hOwxvjag/s1600/DSCN1788.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565772718509538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiow9NYFErrYcAglfmaG2bFTV0UO3fo7QGS0CcRSmG1mQk4RhRQ4Lk-OOyFAmj_c9csbb7XedlYsb_b3-blIMhlQvCUngu-6QbZRlRSKst6VJOYWVDPv3gVi-fXdzb0W-PwFW8hOwxvjag/s400/DSCN1788.jpg" border="0" /></a> I think Tori was getting some late birthday spankings here. She sure needs them! :)<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565424624271938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH5ixGYUl1urlUQHr6f6SmqnBGLeOHWhVO-TUCqrk_qSryiTkMSS1S2eYe3kVbZXfsd7PaFwXwy5ZlN9QPVG7OG8ZG7iYIPhYUWefWv5Q1IMvfJ6VvXJ34UcDjeXrWh19M1nD5hSEU7S8/s400/DSCN1799.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565423404349586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxoDhMoz88RDHCjIwxRe3EgXCxzM5Kcq075Pw0UHzdGEeOg1WOtUaLA1XuADQlLav0rwDrhdAsea8pMxlPf4t_BB5joXtsjrjSIyHris5eYNgsGyZexgfHIdZIuQRxTQWMSwyVVcFwWSs/s400/DSCN1796.jpg" border="0" />A couple shots before the kids got to the tree Christmas morning....<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WFk51xV9F53XvvqAQwCSejGVzBnnD5SfQ6_o_3J6lW5j3LYfCfyjNirWIsheTwSIKnZVXPVhfUEwIii4LCOM9K2rXut_yUOc0nMWfeZDLZPXe2Mc9o12NWGWHo3qSg-9Mpm8wg7p4p4/s1600/DSCN1809.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565426914210354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2WFk51xV9F53XvvqAQwCSejGVzBnnD5SfQ6_o_3J6lW5j3LYfCfyjNirWIsheTwSIKnZVXPVhfUEwIii4LCOM9K2rXut_yUOc0nMWfeZDLZPXe2Mc9o12NWGWHo3qSg-9Mpm8wg7p4p4/s400/DSCN1809.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563566673348927074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjGKD_P4dL6VI6FkQw2fwgwQctZ59z_2zHvsvjnwK87l7JUiusj4Z8p13V3S-axIWVXmon4rEgSbtrsjgQCrTP3rDsPK6j8IDKyh8UGbURGm_LLez86J61N5JxEzkwPrjYeSH3xOlApgo/s400/DSCN1802.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXS5dJAjgjBuwEPG8X82dc8GMcKQdz4bxIQJmpH0ZhyHAVt2532J9GoJcNc_xHY4sesu1_g9I1qR010hyKsAYNt15OZLL3_sxo_4Z7DAbLi6XdNTmkRoo6Sj0COY6TBluDLmmEMkSjik/s1600/DSCN1808.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565425418018770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfXS5dJAjgjBuwEPG8X82dc8GMcKQdz4bxIQJmpH0ZhyHAVt2532J9GoJcNc_xHY4sesu1_g9I1qR010hyKsAYNt15OZLL3_sxo_4Z7DAbLi6XdNTmkRoo6Sj0COY6TBluDLmmEMkSjik/s400/DSCN1808.jpg" border="0" /></a> And some shots of them opening and enjoying their loot.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563565445244572562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLauSw953qAU9pTpErxwrYAqCXjwqz5IKRMB7aQwhhmdxhMzoSpdDitrf8nn1NDkzvLFdPLG8sG3NM_puJCyrGk1ChXSfiCh3LEM-V9rjwDTuqLf1zjjnIMgReUAHRYGkIojlcId2RsBU/s400/DSCN1814.jpg" border="0" /> Since Mick's first Christmas (he is the oldest grandchild) every grandkid get shirts like these on their first Christmas. Kade made it number 6 this year.<br />Adam's parents and his sister, Erin (who was on leave from the Marines) got to spend Christmas Eve night with us and be there with us in the morning. It was nice to have extended family to share the holiday with. </div><div>I didn't get Kade a lot of presents and Santa got him few because I thought he would rather play with the boxes and paper instead. What? No way, he headed for his little pile of toys that Santa left as soon as we put him down. He played and played with his new toys and never even looked at the wrapping paper mess. Smart kid that I have :)</div><div>Well, Mick got his band-aids that he asked Santa for, Victoria got her big dolly she asked for, I got jewelry that I loved (and have already lost part of), and Adam got a remote control helicopter that is still buzzing daily around our house like a huge misquitio in our house. I think it was a successful Christmas all in all. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0