tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87964814658937114242024-03-13T13:44:55.192-07:00Good luck with thatTJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-57418706637581875402010-03-31T21:28:00.000-07:002010-03-31T21:29:31.758-07:00overheard in the carRoxy:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Does anybody have a blowtorch?<div><br /></div><div>Ben:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>A blowtorch? You do know they blow fire.</div><div><br /></div><div>Roxy:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Oh. Well does anybody have a stick then.</div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-40177848929704530482010-02-18T19:26:00.000-08:002010-02-19T11:46:43.943-08:00I can bite my fingernails!Remember these:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34HRsSt_JI/AAAAAAAABG0/l9irLvjqXPs/s1600-h/with+braces.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34HRsSt_JI/AAAAAAAABG0/l9irLvjqXPs/s400/with+braces.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439793400438979730" /></a>Remember my before:<br /><div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34F2bFsEjI/AAAAAAAABGs/mlvLrJKRkVg/s1600-h/100_5817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: undefinedpx; height: undefinedpx;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34F2bFsEjI/AAAAAAAABGs/mlvLrJKRkVg/s400/100_5817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439791832452829746" /></a>BEHOLD:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34HnXwIVyI/AAAAAAAABHE/k7Jr_g_JBY8/s1600-h/DSCN0034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34HnXwIVyI/AAAAAAAABHE/k7Jr_g_JBY8/s400/DSCN0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439793772882319138" /></a><br /><div>**** look how great my arch is when I bite my bread. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(did that sound dirty?)</span></div><div></div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34g93g2DxI/AAAAAAAABHM/4z1UUwcEZGg/s1600-h/DSCN0039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/S34g93g2DxI/AAAAAAAABHM/4z1UUwcEZGg/s400/DSCN0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439821647155957522" /></a>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-39859184690002724782009-11-19T07:51:00.000-08:002009-11-19T08:10:05.450-08:00A little less magic at our houseWell, last night Ben found the Christmas presents that I have bought so far this year.<div>Great. They were from Santa. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've been wrestling with when to tell the kids anyway. I love the magical spirit of Santa. I love the mystery and the traditions that go along with Santa. Get me right, we FOCUS on Christ, but the Santa part is fun too.</div><div><br /></div><div>I remember I found out in Grade 2. The other kids were saying Santa isn't real, that it's our parents. The outrage! The blasphemy! I couldn't believe the out and out lies these kids were spewing. Santa would know and they wouldn't get any presents! I defended his honor with all my soul. I knew my parents wouldn't lie to me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then I got home from school and my perfect world where you can hear hooves on the roof crashed all around me. I was betrayed, by my own parents. No Santa, my folks were liars, who could I trust, there was no one to turn to. (I believe all my future relationships have suffered this mistrust) I resolved then and there, to never do that to my own kids. </div><div><br /></div><div>So last night we ended Ben's childhood. Between his finding the presents and him getting up there in years, I knew it was time. He was so sweet, he immediately said, "well then, I got what I wanted for Christmas, to met the real Santa- you guys" Then he quickly realized WE spent the money on his presents. It was sad and touching all at once. He was so grateful, he started listing off all the presents he's gotten that seemed expensive to him. I don't think he'll ever ask for anything big again. I hate that. No more magic. The whole time we talked, his eyes were watery, it broke my heart, but I'm glad he heard it from us instead of his friends. (You'd think this blog was about sex or drugs)</div><div><br /></div><div>We agreed that Roxy should still think Santa is real, Ben is excited to be in on it with us. This morning I suggested something he should ask Santa for and winked at him, he loved it. I guess I'll just have to enjoy the magic with Roxy while it lasts, I'll be sad when no one in our house tries to hear hooves on the roof anymore.</div><div><br /></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-88728403139670922382009-11-06T17:08:00.003-08:002009-11-07T13:40:47.510-08:00Maybe I should have studied harder in math...apparently, I don't understand percentages or something. When you rent a t.v. series on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dvd, </span>each episode is 42 minutes long, that means on t.v., there are what, 18 minutes of ads every hour. <div><br /></div><div>Here's the part I don't understand. When you are flipping though the channels to find something to watch, it's all ads. Shouldn't you land the show more often?</div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><br /></p><p></p>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-7915741808691480272009-10-29T15:58:00.001-07:002009-10-29T16:03:57.911-07:00poor, poor, tortured girl<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuoeSeuB2TI/AAAAAAAABBI/mdjyGCvz9_o/s1600-h/DSCN2431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuoeSeuB2TI/AAAAAAAABBI/mdjyGCvz9_o/s400/DSCN2431.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398160406189562162" /></a>Yesterday Roxy had to go to the hospital to have some dental work done under general <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">anesthesia</span>. It was sad to see her so scared and confused when she was waking up. But other than that there were some funny moments.<div><br /></div><div>The night before, she was in the bathroom talking to herself, making a checklist of things going to happen the next day.</div><div>"wake up, check.</div><div>get dressed, check</div><div>go to the hospital, check</div><div>get tortured, check"</div><div><br /></div><div>No lie, she had the calmest voice- just a list of things to get done. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-45310251253047254542009-10-24T09:42:00.001-07:002009-10-24T09:57:41.065-07:00Lovin' being outside<div>This is my sister <a href="http://knappshot.blogspot.com/">April</a> with her cute little guy, Tyson. Yesterday we went to <a href="http://www.gardnervillage.com/">Gardner Village</a>, it was so cute with all the witches, but it was so crowded, we weren't the only ones with the good idea to go.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwHYKNxNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/E-R-iVkmX1w/s1600-h/DSCN2353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwHYKNxNI/AAAAAAAAA-w/E-R-iVkmX1w/s400/DSCN2353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209681822500050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwG7cAMXI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MmdkPlbvN28/s1600-h/DSCN2352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwG7cAMXI/AAAAAAAAA-o/MmdkPlbvN28/s400/DSCN2352.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209674112479602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwGk1h77I/AAAAAAAAA-g/FyTgKl3BYBM/s1600-h/DSCN2359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwGk1h77I/AAAAAAAAA-g/FyTgKl3BYBM/s400/DSCN2359.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209668045533106" /></a><br /><div>I love that kid.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwGN3godI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YYr8vQFRL0g/s1600-h/DSCN2351.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMwGN3godI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/YYr8vQFRL0g/s400/DSCN2351.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209661879820754" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I love this picture. Roxy needed to do her reading homework and Ben volunteered to help her. (Notice Roxy's mismatched shoes, she is such a gypsy.)</div><div><div>Try not to notice our messy back yard.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMv4Rmk40I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/kFtUGYseu_g/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMv4Rmk40I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/kFtUGYseu_g/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209422364369730" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvxYWDvjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/oezRibipzjk/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvxYWDvjI/AAAAAAAAA-I/oezRibipzjk/s400/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209303915052594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvw0vkZEI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IMNA2ahQdoA/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvw0vkZEI/AAAAAAAAA-A/IMNA2ahQdoA/s400/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209294358373442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvwUQqo0I/AAAAAAAAA94/CLTs2igeWL0/s1600-h/DSC_0030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvwUQqo0I/AAAAAAAAA94/CLTs2igeWL0/s400/DSC_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209285638824770" /></a><br /></div><div>Look at their expressions!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvvxVKeJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/rpRSlh3CPEY/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvvxVKeJI/AAAAAAAAA9w/rpRSlh3CPEY/s400/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209276262447250" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvvtr26JI/AAAAAAAAA9o/GrcKC01QXz4/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SuMvvtr26JI/AAAAAAAAA9o/GrcKC01QXz4/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396209275283892370" /></a></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-46800733334201559062009-10-17T13:48:00.000-07:002009-10-17T13:51:56.776-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouYiDdktI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GkMj7_2bhso/s1600-h/DSCN2325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouYiDdktI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GkMj7_2bhso/s400/DSCN2325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393674502722654930" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouMrTiA5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/sfajU3v_S-k/s1600-h/DSCN2328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouMrTiA5I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/sfajU3v_S-k/s400/DSCN2328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393674299047543698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouMKhgyjI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8n11jqX989A/s1600-h/DSCN2333.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouMKhgyjI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/8n11jqX989A/s400/DSCN2333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393674290247813682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouLvYrkvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qLEZAl6UvHY/s1600-h/DSCN2338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouLvYrkvI/AAAAAAAAA9I/qLEZAl6UvHY/s400/DSCN2338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393674282963014386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouK0HzYWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/f8sOYW8V6Jw/s1600-h/DSCN2340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouK0HzYWI/AAAAAAAAA9A/f8sOYW8V6Jw/s400/DSCN2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393674267054530914" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouKUuG4jI/AAAAAAAAA84/EGNbUQfByYk/s1600-h/DSCN2342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StouKUuG4jI/AAAAAAAAA84/EGNbUQfByYk/s400/DSCN2342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393674258625258034" /></a>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-43254331981000589902009-10-13T20:56:00.000-07:002009-10-13T20:57:57.231-07:00a little strong<div>This is one of the walls in my craft room. It's a little much for most people, but I like it.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StVMBpND00I/AAAAAAAAA8o/M4k3Wgqid9o/s1600-h/DSCN2207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/StVMBpND00I/AAAAAAAAA8o/M4k3Wgqid9o/s400/DSCN2207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392299719970247490" /></a>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-48483600570752033782009-09-30T11:55:00.000-07:002009-09-30T13:23:48.739-07:00My backyard...<div>is very peaceful.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsO-O-BE3DI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vg5Y7p1SKz8/s1600-h/DSCN2159.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsO-O-BE3DI/AAAAAAAAA6I/vg5Y7p1SKz8/s400/DSCN2159.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387358743640202290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsO-OVTy1RI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kioz4TO4UC8/s1600-h/DSCN2158.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsO-OVTy1RI/AAAAAAAAA6A/kioz4TO4UC8/s400/DSCN2158.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387358732712858898" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOva_kCYpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/vcl_BQsYxKo/s1600-h/DSCN2156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOva_kCYpI/AAAAAAAAA4w/vcl_BQsYxKo/s400/DSCN2156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387342457539289746" /></a>I just barely stepped out my back door to take this, I really like where I live.<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp_Md-AzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/EZ1MeZvEWpc/s1600-h/DSCN2155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp_Md-AzI/AAAAAAAAA4g/EZ1MeZvEWpc/s400/DSCN2155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387336482409022258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp--HOBKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wg0DoKGxIJk/s1600-h/DSCN2154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp--HOBKI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/wg0DoKGxIJk/s400/DSCN2154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387336478555505826" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp-UYdcUI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oYrSC_ke8bo/s1600-h/DSCN2153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp-UYdcUI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/oYrSC_ke8bo/s400/DSCN2153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387336467353530690" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp-GWexoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ORR2WrnX5sQ/s1600-h/DSCN2152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp-GWexoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/ORR2WrnX5sQ/s400/DSCN2152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387336463587133058" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp9rh7uhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SPHKQgkSirU/s1600-h/DSCN2151.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsOp9rh7uhI/AAAAAAAAA4A/SPHKQgkSirU/s400/DSCN2151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387336456387410450" /></a></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-27344643212835706582009-09-27T22:53:00.000-07:002009-09-27T23:22:52.478-07:00The Killers = The Victim<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Brandon Flowers on stage right behind me!!!!!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQdkxT1RI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/TkkjlTH4NMo/s1600-h/DSCN2022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQdkxT1RI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/TkkjlTH4NMo/s400/DSCN2022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393623352038674" /></a>I know in some circles it isn't <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"cool" </span>to like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"radio music", </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(that's right Bigger Ben, I'm talkin' about you) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">but I don't care. The Killers are my favorite band since New Kids on the Block.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQdPSJPnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oLAkaeyKepg/s1600-h/DSCN2021.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQdPSJPnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oLAkaeyKepg/s1600-h/DSCN2021.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><br /></a></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQdPSJPnI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/oLAkaeyKepg/s400/DSCN2021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393617584176754" />I'm just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">braggin</span>' here, but look how close we were to the stage. There were only three people between us and the railing.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQcie1VPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/rkBJcTC-yc0/s1600-h/DSCN2044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQcie1VPI/AAAAAAAAA2I/rkBJcTC-yc0/s400/DSCN2044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393605557802226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQcBEJ2QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZSZ_7yCFTWQ/s1600-h/DSCN2043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBQcBEJ2QI/AAAAAAAAA2A/ZSZ_7yCFTWQ/s400/DSCN2043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393596587530498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP-v5fjqI/AAAAAAAAA14/bxdcPJv1KKc/s1600-h/DSCN2053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP-v5fjqI/AAAAAAAAA14/bxdcPJv1KKc/s400/DSCN2053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393093763206818" /></a>Seriously, look how close we are!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP-HGwmLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/8F_v2q3KZQI/s1600-h/DSCN2056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP-HGwmLI/AAAAAAAAA1w/8F_v2q3KZQI/s400/DSCN2056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393082812995762" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP9pYtXCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/qlMNlbIvPCY/s1600-h/DSCN2060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP9pYtXCI/AAAAAAAAA1o/qlMNlbIvPCY/s400/DSCN2060.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393074835217442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP9C6LbgI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0KdY5jsVyeg/s1600-h/DSCN2071.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP9C6LbgI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0KdY5jsVyeg/s400/DSCN2071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393064506617346" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP8ogGhpI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/63YfVvJLMt4/s1600-h/DSCN2083.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SsBP8ogGhpI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/63YfVvJLMt4/s400/DSCN2083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386393057417922194" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>I might watch to much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">CSI</span>, because the whole time I just kept thinking, I am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">covered</span></span> in other peoples' DNA. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Is that the right kind of apostrophe on people? Is peoples a word?) </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The other thing I kept thinking was, I am WAY to old for this. We were standing up for like 5 hours straight. And people kept smashing into me. I swear I had so much body contact with strangers, I think I ought to get checked for an STD. At the very least I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">must've</span> come away with the swine flu. Doctors would be smart to set up clinics outside venues.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Probably the funniest thing that happened all night was this teenage boy, who was there with his mom, was trying to complain to the security gaurds that the people behind him were swearing and calling him mean words and it was really hurting his feelings. He actually said that he might start crying if they don't start being nicer to him. And he looked like he might start crying. The security gaurd told him, you are at a concert, that kind of behavior is OK. I couldn't help but want to ridicule him at the same time as feel sorry for him, and his mommy.</div><div><br /><br /></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-80471370920007104392009-09-18T14:06:00.000-07:002009-09-18T14:08:25.204-07:00ThiefI wasn't lying, I do intend to start blogging again, but we just moved and don't have internet yet.<div><br /></div><div>Right now I'm sitting in the parking lot of my kids school stealing WiFi.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hopefully we'll get connected soon.</div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-86581736551013023772009-08-29T17:31:00.000-07:002009-08-29T17:41:34.766-07:00Is she really here?Today I tried to convince Roxy that she is not real. That after I had Ben, I really wanted a daughter too, so I imagined her. I told her everything about her only exists in my head. Everything; school, her room, having friends, all of it is only pretend to me. <div><br /><div>She didn't buy it for one second. Instead she made alien sounds and said, "did that sound like something your imagination could have made up?"</div><div><br /></div><div>I had to concede, it did not.</div><div><br /></div><div>Is it wrong to try to mess with your kid on such a deep mental level?</div></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SpnJ-EqRjGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/VHNfgaUaUK8/s1600-h/DSCN1874.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SpnJ-EqRjGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/VHNfgaUaUK8/s400/DSCN1874.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375549698483522658" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-29218420241119782492009-08-12T23:20:00.000-07:002009-08-12T23:22:57.286-07:00I miss you guys....So I think I might come back when school starts back up. <div><br /></div><div>I hope you're still there.</div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-27548364602312303822009-04-01T09:34:00.000-07:002009-04-01T09:35:58.160-07:00April Fools DayI can't believe it's still snowing. I bet Mother Nature thinks she's pretty funny. <div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The real reason for this post is so the awful memory of my doc visit won't be at the top anymore.</span></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-63619739759999071132009-03-30T14:32:00.000-07:002009-03-30T14:33:49.774-07:00I should have a least gotten a free dinnerSo I just got back from the doctors and I feel a little like I should file a police report.<br /><br />But then they'd do a rape kit.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-56275848606320789692009-03-30T07:04:00.000-07:002009-03-30T07:46:21.255-07:00I shoulda been a librarianWe accidentally scheduled our cruise during spring break. Turns out, I'm not really a "party" girl. I spent a lot of time trying to avoid areas of the ship that smelled like <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">liquor</span>.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318983460922899842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDTRsp8vYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/-PVo_K3_Dx0/s200/Copy+of+trip+137.jpg" border="0" /> This was some of the milder nudity...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318984256864635970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDUABxPzEI/AAAAAAAAAwA/6deR4meWt40/s200/trip+094.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318984275257166338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDUBGSXigI/AAAAAAAAAwI/RJm9yS0QE2w/s200/trip+095.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><p>Aren't we a cute couple? We celebrated our 9<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span> anniversary on this trip. Love ya babe. <span style="font-size:78%;">(we should have just skipped year seven)</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318984753293253906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDUc7HDXRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/cUfV_GMYxFI/s200/trip+146.jpg" border="0" />It was mostly cold, no laying out on the deck for me. In this picture I'm wearing pants, a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hoodie</span>, drinking hot and still freezing. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318984767531177298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDUdwJo1VI/AAAAAAAAAwY/JhdxKIFjoKw/s200/trip+093.jpg" border="0" /></p></div><br /><p>We hadn't really planned on going to formal dining night, but we were there with all Blaine's family and changed our mind at the last minute. We had to improve on the formal. We looked ridiculous, but had fun. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318986848992000034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDWW6MkeCI/AAAAAAAAAwo/lk8559VL6PQ/s200/trip+105.jpg" border="0" />Our cruise went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ensanada</span>, here is a obligatory group pic in Mexico.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318986838837145346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SdDWWUXdrwI/AAAAAAAAAwg/YdWq8oL5yZE/s200/trip+074.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>Despite it being a little cold and little too <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">partyish</span> for this old prude, we had a great time. It was so nice to have no schedule and sleep whenever I wanted to. Those interior staterooms are nice and dark any time of day. </p><p>Oh, and then I got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">layed</span> off. </p><p>While I was gone, they decided to close the dealership I work at. The most awesome part was they didn't even call me. My sister did. She is married to our cashiers brother, that's how she knew, then an hour later my mom called and told me. She received a letter in the mail notifying her because she is a local Saturn owner. Nice huh, hearing it twice from other people before my own boss tells me. I was only gone for three days before everyone but me knew. </p><p>So here's to laying around at Seven Peaks Water park with the kids all summer. </p>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-37887619122002355652009-03-28T08:09:00.000-07:002009-03-28T08:10:14.392-07:00I got my husband to watch Twilightand he wondered if it is harder for Edward to be around Bella when she's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">menstruating</span>.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-2567105427042632002009-03-23T18:34:00.000-07:002009-03-23T18:35:27.820-07:00I'm backfrom Mexico.<br /><br />Sort of. I'm now in Mesa visiting in laws.<br /><br />More to come in a few days.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-32118529503340786802009-03-13T20:45:00.000-07:002009-03-13T20:49:07.961-07:00Snuggie News<span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><a href="http://www.newsweek.com/id/189109?GT1=43002"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This</span></a></span> is for you <a href="http://adamandkristinapulsipher.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Kristina</span></a>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-79279083886781371902009-03-10T08:57:00.000-07:002009-03-10T09:09:39.590-07:00Who's lookin'Yesterday I did something very foolish, something I know is very bad for me. But it was for the sake of <em>vanity.</em><br /><br />But everyone knows <em>anything</em> is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">OK</span> for vanity.<br /><br />I went tanning.<br /><br />And yes, I was naked. <span style="font-size:78%;">(I didn't plan ahead and bring a swim suit, sorry, I know it's gross to put your bare parts on the bed, just tell yourself they clean them between each use) </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br />I got just a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">teensy</span> bit burned on my stomach. And by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">teensy</span> bit I do mean I look like I faced nuclear testing. <br /><br />Have you ever heard fat burns faster. Yeah, that's true.<br /><br />Anyway, as a form of cheap entertainment, I was letting the kids press on my stomach and see the white fingerprints that were left behind. I know, best mom ever, right? It didn't take long for Ben to realize in a modest swimsuit your <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">stomach</span> does not get burned, so what was I wearing, a <em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">bikini</span></strong></em>. Note: to my kids bikini = Satan.<br /><br />Naturally, I couldn't tell them no, I was not wearing a bikini, I was naked, so I just brushed it off saying, it doesn't matter what I was wearing I was all alone in a little room. No one could see me. <span style="font-size:78%;">(And I really, really hope that's true, you know what you hear about those places.)</span><br /><br />Roxy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">immediately</span> replied, "Yeah, that's true, no one could see you....EXCEPT Jesus and Santa.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-75458436214050033102009-03-09T07:28:00.000-07:002009-03-09T07:31:21.121-07:00It's gonna be a bright sun shiny dayThat damn <a href="http://ournameisblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-savings.html"><span style="color:#993399;">daylight savings</span> </a>wouldn't let me go to sleep last night.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-62725702999127681842009-03-07T07:43:00.001-08:002009-03-07T07:51:15.523-08:00Meet Tyson<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKXHrUGoGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/Rei88sLoSsE/s1600-h/tyson+006.jpg"></a> My sister <a href="http://knappshot.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#6600cc;">April's </span></a> baby was born just fine last Friday, I'm just a little slow.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKWzCL7zQI/AAAAAAAAAto/rAL2XCbA8eM/s1600-h/tyson+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310472714127658242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKWzCL7zQI/AAAAAAAAAto/rAL2XCbA8eM/s320/tyson+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKWygiMC8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/h0iNxv5nGlg/s1600-h/tyson+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310472705094192066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKWygiMC8I/AAAAAAAAAtY/h0iNxv5nGlg/s320/tyson+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKWyTPtvGI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HUmILxPpMWs/s1600-h/tyson+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310472701527047266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SbKWyTPtvGI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/HUmILxPpMWs/s320/tyson+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> We are so excited about this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">little</span> guy. He is so sweet to hold, I am seriously addicted to him. </div><div>I must be, because last night I dreamt I wanted one. Yikes!</div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(We are totally done having kids)<br /></span></div></div></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-18772508227398861662009-03-05T07:37:00.000-08:002009-03-05T07:39:56.249-08:00The secretYesterday I was at my kids elementary school when the principal made his daily announcements. Part of it included a quote; I wasn't listening well enough to remember who said it.<br /><br />"The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">secret</span> joy of work is excellence."<br /><br />I really do believe that, in fact most the time, it's the ONLY joy in work.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-52467946246501515462009-02-27T08:53:00.000-08:002009-02-27T10:13:21.926-08:00Parade of covetingLast weekend we went to the St. George Parade of homes, other wise known as the Parade of I hate-our-small-townhouse.<br /><br />Check out the view, you can kinda see it in the reflection.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527576528755266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaggNdqWGkI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZmkdCNbEwpA/s320/st.+george.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>This house had a soda machine.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528599056701026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghI-4AVmI/AAAAAAAAAso/gJMTGC5L5eA/s320/st.george+2.jpg" border="0" />And an ice cream bar.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528591447868402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghIih6w_I/AAAAAAAAAsg/e8DiGQi5bvE/s320/st.+george+3.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>On the left side of this picture you enter a tunnel under that building at the back of the pool<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527599706029442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaggO0APPYI/AAAAAAAAArw/bmPWsoYSgjk/s320/st.+george+8.jpg" border="0" />And you find this hot tub,<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527608068960322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaggPTKHcEI/AAAAAAAAAr4/tDlcA69VPnk/s320/st.+george+6.jpg" border="0" />if you continue through a tunnel, you find this, which is in the opening you can see on the right side of the above picture. </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527668295205682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaggSzhLAzI/AAAAAAAAAsA/t3va3CImQMU/s320/st.george+7.jpg" border="0" /><br />This is in the basement, along with a full work out gym, putting green,<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528886368050146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghZtMXm-I/AAAAAAAAAs4/Tc1FtLTpR1A/s320/st.+george+10.jpg" border="0" /><br />basketball court, with a 218 " screen on the wall,</div><div></div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghIakt4XI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/tr1uqJuHj6A/s1600-h/st.+george+9.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528589312123250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghIakt4XI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/tr1uqJuHj6A/s320/st.+george+9.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">racket</span> ball court. Yeah, that's <em>just</em> the basement. </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaggTKFPDOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Lmr3AhVmyp8/s1600-h/st.george+11.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307527674352045282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaggTKFPDOI/AAAAAAAAAsI/Lmr3AhVmyp8/s320/st.george+11.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528595896671970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghIzGmHuI/AAAAAAAAAsw/u1JGpCBDDb0/s320/st.+george+12.jpg" border="0" />The cute boy that's an extra here is Beckham. His dad is Blaine's cousin. They live in St. George and so we gave him a ride back to his house. Along the way we told him we were lost and could he tell how to get to his house. </div><div></div><div>His reply was just follow the arrows.</div><div></div><div>And yes, he did mean the turn signals on my car. </div><div></div><div>Is that genius or what! After all, they've never failed him before.<br /><br /></div><div>Later, we went hiking in Snow Canyon, it was just beautiful, as always.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528888884706754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghZ2kYvcI/AAAAAAAAAtA/XoGORk7MdAw/s320/st.+george+4.jpg" border="0" />This really didn't seem dangerous at the time, but the picture sure makes it look a little scary.</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307528894429035394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_L5B34Akoxxs/SaghaLOQe4I/AAAAAAAAAtI/b8qCh8qW4G8/s320/st.+george+5.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />And my most exciting news is: right now my little sister <a href="http://knappshot.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#993399;">April</span></a> is in the hospital trying to get a kid out of her.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8796481465893711424.post-56747089448878736612009-02-11T13:44:00.000-08:002009-02-11T14:07:51.306-08:00It started with a sucker...Today one of my mom's cousin's daughters, (does that make us second cousins?) came to my work. She was nice enough to bring me one of those delicious See's candies suckers. They are so creamy and wonderful. It was worth noting because she was with her mom and her mom looks like a feminine, very beautiful version of my grandpa, who died a few years ago. And my grandpa loved See's candy and often gave us those same suckers.<br /><br />So I started thinking about that and what a nice memory of him it is and how some of my younger siblings don't know that about him because they were too young when he died. <span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">(run-on sentence much?)</span> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Anyway, I was thinking how sad it is they missed out on that and then it occurred to me, what did I miss out on, that I'm not even aware of? </span><br /><br />And I decided to try to not miss out on anything else with the family and friends that I still have and love.TJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11373548497979727752noreply@blogger.com18