tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29707762977525957272024-03-18T20:04:49.463-07:00Heath & Lisa Orrell FamilyLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-111569904998295912009-08-10T14:27:00.003-07:002009-10-14T20:50:42.496-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsqjO2nnqNZ_hRDUmJgllKfpL4QuPQ8TsMm-MXZb8lmZvHEnycg0ERDvfISZbn0iOOyXykficcpdDIBroFD3MjISIdHS_KiHrHRqZFpLP2i2wG7ZX-CUQcHnD64wuCjUHeBLJcq2Yw0i4/s1600-h/baby__s_feet_by_theprodiqy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 163px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWsqjO2nnqNZ_hRDUmJgllKfpL4QuPQ8TsMm-MXZb8lmZvHEnycg0ERDvfISZbn0iOOyXykficcpdDIBroFD3MjISIdHS_KiHrHRqZFpLP2i2wG7ZX-CUQcHnD64wuCjUHeBLJcq2Yw0i4/s200/baby__s_feet_by_theprodiqy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392669029822008482" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Okay, so I know that I promised that I would be a better blogger and constantly and consistently update this blog. And here it is eight months later. But, come on seriously, raise your hand if you're surprised. Anyone? Hello?<br /><br />Well, even though this news is several months old, this is the blog post I have waited so long to write. The one I dreamed about. That's a lot of blogging pressure, which may be one of the reasons I delayed it.<br /><br />On Friday, June 26th, 2009 Heath and I found out the greatest news of our lives! That is the day that we discovered I AM PREGNANT!!!! Finally, after 7 1/2 years of marriage, innumerable prayers, many tears, tests, and drugs that made me go crazy, we were able to conceive! The miracle of this is hard to put into words. And it all happened without the help of infertility drugs.<br /><br />Without going into the steamy details of the conception, I will say that I KNEW that I was pregnant the day that I conceived. Again, it's hard to put into words exactly how I knew, but I remember it vividly. That night I was driving home from work and an overwhelming warmth and peace flooded my body and I just knew that this time it "worked" and that I was going to have a baby. I felt like Heavenly Father had let me in on a little secret. I just had to wait a couple weeks to confirm it to tell everyone else. Those two weeks felt like two months. After about 9 days I started taking pregnancy tests. I knew it was too early but I couldn't help myself. I saw the dreaded negative that I had seen so many times before, but it was different because this time I knew I was pregnant. Of course doubt started to flood my mind. What if I had only imagined how I would feel if I was pregnant? etc. But I reassured myself that I knew what I had felt. I took the pregnancy test every morning for 4 days and then on the fifth day. . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ94UcaHq91Ub8PDExAioEBrvPJUNk3AqcRIuIHtfPEYeRfAemzgwXhDHBFfslL3G2OwAtiWQM95CNIVQneNHKVdkXCDCVVIflrlGfLAMdJ8oaLxT6NzeXkwv8KAsA9qr4Wpw4lMXU35dm/s1600-h/IMG_9682.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ94UcaHq91Ub8PDExAioEBrvPJUNk3AqcRIuIHtfPEYeRfAemzgwXhDHBFfslL3G2OwAtiWQM95CNIVQneNHKVdkXCDCVVIflrlGfLAMdJ8oaLxT6NzeXkwv8KAsA9qr4Wpw4lMXU35dm/s400/IMG_9682.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392497798444882146" border="0" /></a>Even now I am flooded with the emotions of that day. A wonderful, blissful day that I will cherish my entire life. My initial reaction was mixed with tears and hysterical laughing as I frantically tried to get dressed so I could go and share the news. I am filled with love for all of the friends and family who cried tears of joy as we shared the news. I am so grateful for all of the many prayers that everyone offered on our behalf. We are so excited to enter this new phase in our life and continue to pray that our little baby will be born healthy and strong.<br /><br />I so look forward to being a mother.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-32769992073645333312009-04-02T13:50:00.003-07:002009-04-02T13:57:39.253-07:00I Heart Shabby Blogs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-twGiCduowImpvWu6VGU5_B-y46lEL8WcJ1AyQtD7YW8qRCU3MfeG-n_PKspHdQdVeFVGZyN93D_bG3lHjltOfhFTkEOTJCaH7-y9i6tp7o1ZnUSc5Iuf_nspYRY6ozropVFN2dj73W7/s1600-h/SBLogo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-twGiCduowImpvWu6VGU5_B-y46lEL8WcJ1AyQtD7YW8qRCU3MfeG-n_PKspHdQdVeFVGZyN93D_bG3lHjltOfhFTkEOTJCaH7-y9i6tp7o1ZnUSc5Iuf_nspYRY6ozropVFN2dj73W7/s320/SBLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320200443758113874" border="0" /></a><br />I'm in love with my new blog background so I thought I would share the joy. My very creative friend Megan just launched her new website yesterday, <a href="http://shabbyblogs.com/">Shabby Blogs</a>. She has the cutest backgrounds I have ever seen and they are all FREE! YAY! And I believe she will be adding buttons and banners and extras in the future. <br /><br />So, everyone go and get yourself a new background . . . just don't steal mine. :)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-15455831162880897552009-02-21T17:15:00.039-07:002009-02-22T13:16:07.640-07:00Blogging Marathon<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">WARNING</span>: This post is LONG. . . it is a marathon, after-all. Basically, I’ve written about anything and everything that I ever thought “I’m going to blog about that.” since my last post in November. So, if you tap out after mile 13, I understand, but please leave a comment anyway.</span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">The irony of the blog is that when</span> you have to most blog about, you have no time to actually sit down at your computer and type it all out. And while posting pictures isn't TOO difficult, it still takes time. So, you will notice that my last post was in the middle of November. . . almost 3 months ago!! I didn't think it was that big of a deal since I thought that no one really read it, but then people, real people actually complained to me about my lack of posts. And my sweet husband kept reminding me that changing my background doesn't count as posting. I kept meaning to its just that well, you see, I am a procrastinator. December was so busy that I truly didn't have the time to write, but there were things that I wanted to write about but felt like it would just take too much time to sit and catch up on all my missed blogging opportunities. I mean who has a whole day to just sit and blog, right? . . . and then I realized that I did - today. So, here I sit at the Paradise Bakery enjoying my Crumbly Bleu Cheese Salad and chocolate chip cookie and blogging my little heart out.<br /><br />I had thought about posting separate posts for each blog topic, but decided to just make one long continuous blog, a stream-of-consciousness narrative, purging all of my life events for the past few months, like blog vomit. . . Blog Vomit, haha. maybe that should have been the title of this post . I have to resist the strong urge to apologize for not writing because almost all of my journal entries since I was 8 started out with some form of "Sorry it's been so long since I last wrote, SO MUCH has happened." I'm not sure who I was apologizing to. . . my future self, maybe, for not recording all of the crucial moments of my life. Maybe my young self knew that my older self would not have a very good memory and she was sorry that those memories would forever be lost. . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs66iCGIzTdBa6G2ZAj71IOGDFt8XGFPHbc8S6a-wn6EoOHO7xDwVElWrN25ZrsK5qalk35jECrAHd4L6SCKkaNYYOzSnRIV93Mb1uPmz7rDVG98vH7kZAKS6-12V7ITv7jYe-0aZrRHJq/s1600-h/IMG_3362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs66iCGIzTdBa6G2ZAj71IOGDFt8XGFPHbc8S6a-wn6EoOHO7xDwVElWrN25ZrsK5qalk35jECrAHd4L6SCKkaNYYOzSnRIV93Mb1uPmz7rDVG98vH7kZAKS6-12V7ITv7jYe-0aZrRHJq/s400/IMG_3362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305423640431452850" border="0" /></a>The end of November was a fun ride. Especially Thanksgiving weekend. Greg & Brittany came from California and Ryan, Eileen & family drove in from St. John's. It was the first time in YEARS since the entire family had been together for a holiday. My dad absolutely glowed with the excitement that can only come when he has his family around him. He said repeatedly that this was "the best Thanksgiving EVER." So, he wasn't so disappointed when everyone couldn't be together for Christmas. My mom decorated and set up tables in the garage. I’m not sure how or why but for several years it has been a Thanksgiving tradition that we each have our own two liter of soda. Weird, but fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMCGJtd3yv01SQT-FAF6iuoGzqK4RVuT8eA42PPyUq1EuIAJiNnRBF5MJOYARUsgHF_MiZCPF2qg5WhKrN4lh0HmPR0GkB_4AI84xr9Yz3yLof9r9qGVPkOw0F5hsSyifW02tZmv6Hj53/s1600-h/IMG_3348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbMCGJtd3yv01SQT-FAF6iuoGzqK4RVuT8eA42PPyUq1EuIAJiNnRBF5MJOYARUsgHF_MiZCPF2qg5WhKrN4lh0HmPR0GkB_4AI84xr9Yz3yLof9r9qGVPkOw0F5hsSyifW02tZmv6Hj53/s400/IMG_3348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305409803671333922" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6LOBCWxLMNcsptd_8T4S5YBsbjTd99mFw15fN_OSD_vGA2habylIO7hcchBnU3Mi5Xf2k-Pe0vV8u5EtNR412Qrypxw1W4fg9IgyXZNgFBDXFUuHK5rl6SUkBjLzZEBydVWQv3LRuPzK/s1600-h/IMG_3354.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU6LOBCWxLMNcsptd_8T4S5YBsbjTd99mFw15fN_OSD_vGA2habylIO7hcchBnU3Mi5Xf2k-Pe0vV8u5EtNR412Qrypxw1W4fg9IgyXZNgFBDXFUuHK5rl6SUkBjLzZEBydVWQv3LRuPzK/s400/IMG_3354.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305409806499907842" border="0" /></a><br />It was adorable.<br /><br />We each made a paper bag puppet that was supposed to look like us, though some drew a secret identity.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0QkOm6u9Xi7aeNq1pIjO_i5aer2GI3SPjQOnB4Wo0WUWRXSvgChtvKA3F-P6c7pQULio5Z_NvfmpL53bCcnPsiFLNoWqZke49jEJUEB4yOERgytrDo3-woA4a1fd_VKIrYygCQxmOYo-/s1600-h/IMG_3364.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 361px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0QkOm6u9Xi7aeNq1pIjO_i5aer2GI3SPjQOnB4Wo0WUWRXSvgChtvKA3F-P6c7pQULio5Z_NvfmpL53bCcnPsiFLNoWqZke49jEJUEB4yOERgytrDo3-woA4a1fd_VKIrYygCQxmOYo-/s400/IMG_3364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305409814150316818" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9h3NYX4PaQv90xpqyW0BRKiQqJeP_wBFpqIbA9HOiPdmO8kTntQrqGUyEZ0qfr9r41xYXLGXLxgyaT4eRBrwlE44EOMDKHiTvJYL3XXMDcdY6Ta7qF4LXi1H9QhKX-We-rQriAaQI5Xa/s1600-h/IMG_3365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9h3NYX4PaQv90xpqyW0BRKiQqJeP_wBFpqIbA9HOiPdmO8kTntQrqGUyEZ0qfr9r41xYXLGXLxgyaT4eRBrwlE44EOMDKHiTvJYL3XXMDcdY6Ta7qF4LXi1H9QhKX-We-rQriAaQI5Xa/s400/IMG_3365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305409811333434066" border="0" /></a><br />Apparently Heath is a pirate and Steve is a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle.<br /><br />We sang our traditional turkey song and used the puppets to sing it which was hilarious. For those of you who don't know the Turkey Song, it was something that my grandfather used to recite when he was in grade school and I don't ever remember eating turkey at home without singing it.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If turkeys were tall,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">As telegraph poles,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">And ten times broader and fatter.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Who'd do the carving,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">To keep us from starving,</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">And what would we use for a platter?</span><br /><br />And then we each completed this phrase, "I am thankful to be me because I can. . . " I thought it was a fun and different way to think about being grateful. . . not just for things that we have, but being thankful for who we are and the gifts that we have. Thank you Mom for coming up with these fun things!<br /><br />The day after Thanksgiving is the notorious "Bro Time" and the unofficially titled "Ho Time". All of the boys get together for the day and then spend the entire night and into the wee hours of the morning playing Rock Band and other video games while stuffing themselves with Pizza and caffeinated beverages. Bro Time is a very elaborate affair with its own blog and custom made t-shirts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgcQ3Jz5zIJZXW-nOR1vmCubujlGTs726Zu2-KefGse7pvEBhfI-XlTnA9AvUezftQvzSLynyoYpCZYVRFOJp083oxthqxMvuivZH0UVcF_OcjQlELqQFyBFPzRdCAnzda0pIhdpb9KYr/s1600-h/IMG_3369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlgcQ3Jz5zIJZXW-nOR1vmCubujlGTs726Zu2-KefGse7pvEBhfI-XlTnA9AvUezftQvzSLynyoYpCZYVRFOJp083oxthqxMvuivZH0UVcF_OcjQlELqQFyBFPzRdCAnzda0pIhdpb9KYr/s400/IMG_3369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412674657373890" border="0" /></a><br />This year they also went goofy golfing at Golfland and, yes, Greg & Heath wore those mullet wigs the entire time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc6imcQbsJHW9sR0gUDaVfleExP0ANod4Xyd4nkK9Shgto-HhvCCen1fP4209RS7907W1ZKKpBa7p_ZktmtLC1aYwRDXNBvkoi3_0DEFHj4HZnl8DP1xgUpw7prcSoD9SYl_JhBax0Jrh/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUc6imcQbsJHW9sR0gUDaVfleExP0ANod4Xyd4nkK9Shgto-HhvCCen1fP4209RS7907W1ZKKpBa7p_ZktmtLC1aYwRDXNBvkoi3_0DEFHj4HZnl8DP1xgUpw7prcSoD9SYl_JhBax0Jrh/s400/023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412671734743298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsSGt45C0UTgWT292JZtKUMROk0c3TIisMKInrHXXXZ6OKLNE1Y-c_Wv3CEd4n2HkLEHxg95FV6yyrFuuK04iLloMIOSzWX_LG5r5TzfwMkmk3fEtKtlTro82OOwK9AplwOW76cQVRSZ_/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZsSGt45C0UTgWT292JZtKUMROk0c3TIisMKInrHXXXZ6OKLNE1Y-c_Wv3CEd4n2HkLEHxg95FV6yyrFuuK04iLloMIOSzWX_LG5r5TzfwMkmk3fEtKtlTro82OOwK9AplwOW76cQVRSZ_/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412683639501026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSeoAAoV7xo2jBjLob82DQDiG8TMEmvLnMtYQzt2WehpS0yV5RsXgC2Ix7n-vOXZCxPOEka5XA1lpLWjNDeZbrW0kIKRbwvTfa_o4LHQNTreiker5OcCwqBtinh5l54ZMLM5LiIzJIqUo/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMSeoAAoV7xo2jBjLob82DQDiG8TMEmvLnMtYQzt2WehpS0yV5RsXgC2Ix7n-vOXZCxPOEka5XA1lpLWjNDeZbrW0kIKRbwvTfa_o4LHQNTreiker5OcCwqBtinh5l54ZMLM5LiIzJIqUo/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412686197272498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGeGUgHumODb_ya6rZQHR8PILJoJFmziWuPYMa6HQA5deontU6wZbHjunN-q0ncB_x9LoajpVmGfpsXEca5-UZFUcXopqDU362QA8bOV0B3TL4oDseHhgNFT1xFKLx0541AEDFXGOZELF/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGeGUgHumODb_ya6rZQHR8PILJoJFmziWuPYMa6HQA5deontU6wZbHjunN-q0ncB_x9LoajpVmGfpsXEca5-UZFUcXopqDU362QA8bOV0B3TL4oDseHhgNFT1xFKLx0541AEDFXGOZELF/s400/IMG_0016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305412690198452290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ryPnkFMCwjlAuqBOzXUkMQUA7gQ4m6DE7E1JOtxul68U6AI6660o8VgkdN76h_tkLePw6dYPV6G8cYUMwETAppO9oUD_Nx_xHQAOw3vKAxvGAHhghp7Yg0u2rmOVazshfMd83_wTj1qk/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_ryPnkFMCwjlAuqBOzXUkMQUA7gQ4m6DE7E1JOtxul68U6AI6660o8VgkdN76h_tkLePw6dYPV6G8cYUMwETAppO9oUD_Nx_xHQAOw3vKAxvGAHhghp7Yg0u2rmOVazshfMd83_wTj1qk/s400/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305422826481032514" border="0" /></a><br />The excitement that Heath gets for this event is unbelievable. Let me put this into perspective. Heath had a calender made from <a href="http://www.despair.com/">this website</a>. You can add your own special occasions into it. He added: Our Anniversary, his birthday, my birthday, and Bro Time.<br /><br />The girls don't make such a big deal about it, since we really end up together as a default to Bro Time, but we have just as much or more fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-t51OPqk24jSfgwBbxFSdmHT4ZnRoZVlNH_uZMvjYDBujUr9JntzvyHoYWlrp1WosoPmp6fo1df-gEh4kG_FMA6TApE2JVnXAaFh8kMOnazW0FfagLmNcjBBJvbF0K-hWcU0dlsbjpul/s1600-h/IMG_3396.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-t51OPqk24jSfgwBbxFSdmHT4ZnRoZVlNH_uZMvjYDBujUr9JntzvyHoYWlrp1WosoPmp6fo1df-gEh4kG_FMA6TApE2JVnXAaFh8kMOnazW0FfagLmNcjBBJvbF0K-hWcU0dlsbjpul/s320/IMG_3396.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305426019165527874" border="0" /></a>This year, for our girl time, we had a joint baby shower for Kiera & Brittany. To my surprise, it was wildly successful. I got the invitations out WAY late, so as we were putting out all the food, we kept joking that we would be lucky if 3-4 people showed up. Well, family and friends totally came through and there ended up being standing room only and ALL of the food was eaten. It was super fun to see all of the cute things that they each got, especially since one was having a boy and one was having a girl.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I made a blanket for each of them.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggP1ZYwLMI1Hl-3Xwm_Wv163o1qxc5c3ujxEl9tzVJ_ZuEhjXBtGw8u431_2Rg4vMhYPWOjVoPPYV2e_dSOvMi6nu0c8it57EhYjbFK1ULf5mD1wh4RPWVjahAXYDkcp0VLwgNp52sHWHP/s1600-h/IMG_3409.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 334px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggP1ZYwLMI1Hl-3Xwm_Wv163o1qxc5c3ujxEl9tzVJ_ZuEhjXBtGw8u431_2Rg4vMhYPWOjVoPPYV2e_dSOvMi6nu0c8it57EhYjbFK1ULf5mD1wh4RPWVjahAXYDkcp0VLwgNp52sHWHP/s400/IMG_3409.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305427817342048242" border="0" /></a>Since Kiera was way on the other side of the room. Amy is standing in for me. HAHA!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFUQptew0cAGu11T9r6IRd-9hiGmMTCDrN2iLmYDBYI7QpbndPxgeQYE2u5kkyy8q2Ni4dcrGNFNkrTLJUSuz678ufmOvU2nUJK8MEj3C4d6upflzDpnHR1-SSG6B7Z8N2NmB0W5yaXCE/s1600-h/IMG_3410.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFUQptew0cAGu11T9r6IRd-9hiGmMTCDrN2iLmYDBYI7QpbndPxgeQYE2u5kkyy8q2Ni4dcrGNFNkrTLJUSuz678ufmOvU2nUJK8MEj3C4d6upflzDpnHR1-SSG6B7Z8N2NmB0W5yaXCE/s400/IMG_3410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305427823097263266" border="0" /></a>Two days later, Kiera went into labor. I am taking credit for this because the day before, I gave her essential oils and massaged her feet on the reflex points that are supposed to put you into labor. Eileen & Ryan just missed it, but Greg & Brittany were still here and we were all at the hospital during the delivery. A beautiful, healthy bundle of joy. Only Steve was in the delivery room during the birth but me and Amy hid in the hallway for a bit, just long enough to hear Steve give some great words of encouragement, "Keep it up."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHxcvunvvvPrspBooRw8IRKo_ffJodnlGib7_wi8DIAMEUw3bZjuOCCK0ZGfb8CD-CdfLs4tSfc-ZOsWW-EZjchN1cM8mli76O4lcdP3di4oeXwG7KTvrTmXibq12xWSl969jP1B2VZQ0/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHxcvunvvvPrspBooRw8IRKo_ffJodnlGib7_wi8DIAMEUw3bZjuOCCK0ZGfb8CD-CdfLs4tSfc-ZOsWW-EZjchN1cM8mli76O4lcdP3di4oeXwG7KTvrTmXibq12xWSl969jP1B2VZQ0/s320/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305429708617800498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dylan Davis Ethington</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Born: Dec. 1st, 12:27 AM<br />7 lbs. 6 oz. 20 inches long<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXzx_q3rv6Hxz71ufpPGwLWpDGj-qzbuOHOzpbZ6z1qCxeGcJoVTMjt9HkW12J_fjRWg90A0CqXFmwyMkFjL8MRfBGw_EJqu2jN4VP4K-gjGz6buwT9US4doRRj-Hk3GG3i4ZmDpmJAu6/s1600-h/Dylan077.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXzx_q3rv6Hxz71ufpPGwLWpDGj-qzbuOHOzpbZ6z1qCxeGcJoVTMjt9HkW12J_fjRWg90A0CqXFmwyMkFjL8MRfBGw_EJqu2jN4VP4K-gjGz6buwT9US4doRRj-Hk3GG3i4ZmDpmJAu6/s400/Dylan077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305463912499464018" border="0" /></a><br />December is a hectic time for everyone, it seems like there just isn't enough time between Thanksgiving and Christmas. And it is especially busy for our family since there are SEVEN birthdays during the month of December. My Dad's is the 3rd, my brother Jacob's is the 6th, mine is the 16th, my niece Kamry is the 27th and nephew Jeremy, the 30th. Dylan even waited a few hours this year so he could be born on the first of December and Cali came an entire month early to be born on the 28th. Why not? everyone else is doing it. . . :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5DA1qCTkxsbpGjUz2_JSH6BdslsSviv7jObNQF5QU37jt6_SmYWPZIX6TrH6Q1oreS1oGSMLBLPUcBJ95npSLEFwlPJWTHIkkYcKACtk_5PwIgmp_UIFduhXDLD71Y2K-N7UV8WnOD-8/s1600-h/Picture+234.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI5DA1qCTkxsbpGjUz2_JSH6BdslsSviv7jObNQF5QU37jt6_SmYWPZIX6TrH6Q1oreS1oGSMLBLPUcBJ95npSLEFwlPJWTHIkkYcKACtk_5PwIgmp_UIFduhXDLD71Y2K-N7UV8WnOD-8/s400/Picture+234.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305465976725143666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cali Kaye Ethington</span><br />Born: Dec. 28th, 11:41 am<br />6 lbs. 6 oz. 19 1/2 inches long<br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The proud dads:</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq96PGynGzVYAXvUdYoMbNd5uPRJz97XUaYRoGr7IAMANRKwxJK-zH5Ah5lFBrU6hkVfVNSvR5cNtyUFk34s5zBqsUeXBbdYDDAukempajvKhe6S37eIvyQKTBW2sX9oMnFTS9WAF26iE1/s1600-h/Dylan+079.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq96PGynGzVYAXvUdYoMbNd5uPRJz97XUaYRoGr7IAMANRKwxJK-zH5Ah5lFBrU6hkVfVNSvR5cNtyUFk34s5zBqsUeXBbdYDDAukempajvKhe6S37eIvyQKTBW2sX9oMnFTS9WAF26iE1/s320/Dylan+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305466429166051474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitudG7hZGOJMM_D2iTndBp4AqgAEvUSgitGGweVYk3g9VS_x356pLgXrDUP1WcfzYeZ9_Fix01MkKygqscPXgu8lIvRKSLGyMDWStXn11ahrsaU322KQNvZMyECf0PI7k-PxX-GTLd339x/s1600-h/Picture+218.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitudG7hZGOJMM_D2iTndBp4AqgAEvUSgitGGweVYk3g9VS_x356pLgXrDUP1WcfzYeZ9_Fix01MkKygqscPXgu8lIvRKSLGyMDWStXn11ahrsaU322KQNvZMyECf0PI7k-PxX-GTLd339x/s400/Picture+218.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305465984991924546" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY8TmyPE3eDt8IepqRmFae4_TjGFlYhsYqktv29CVP17ERei_Ozd9kcs3BS4BcYV49LxuGxEv5CXRuwEjfmzav89_wz_rtCNJzMWLZMH7CBfH_i7GiHIt8I1XTYvLjQ-6KeNigHTW4HSbh/s1600-h/097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY8TmyPE3eDt8IepqRmFae4_TjGFlYhsYqktv29CVP17ERei_Ozd9kcs3BS4BcYV49LxuGxEv5CXRuwEjfmzav89_wz_rtCNJzMWLZMH7CBfH_i7GiHIt8I1XTYvLjQ-6KeNigHTW4HSbh/s200/097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305662262054408258" border="0" /></a>Although I complain about having my birthday so close to Christmas, it's actually a wonderful and magical time. Heath is VERY good about making sure I have a distinct and separate birthday present, which is nice.<br /><br />Speaking of birthdays, I spent my 31st birthday at the spa. It was six hours of pure bliss. A 90 minute massage, a facial, manicure, pedicure, and shampoo & style. I loved every minute of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2zDfz7fMQy5-lw2JnT8GR5ggGBCzAyAYiHrz6UCpnfuTP21xgFZ7K5tJ92nXeqBG8PcgRRss6vx4NdDYKPG461iUDJ77BH6yOzJtTbVKCWqc1mRlDrW1i1of5ctRx-eQLay-d_7VJ8P5/s1600-h/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX2zDfz7fMQy5-lw2JnT8GR5ggGBCzAyAYiHrz6UCpnfuTP21xgFZ7K5tJ92nXeqBG8PcgRRss6vx4NdDYKPG461iUDJ77BH6yOzJtTbVKCWqc1mRlDrW1i1of5ctRx-eQLay-d_7VJ8P5/s320/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496397889767506" border="0" /></a>Afterward I went to Joe's Farm Grill with Heath and my Mom & Dad. Heath gave me a sewing machine which I REALLY wanted and was super excited to get, but I am ashamed to admit still have not used. I need my mom to give me a lesson.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbR9v5opK1Ybh89HZzHJ-sIwyI9Ub0MLnCBAT5ylQmUdTx_P0f-bnLlPpCe7UlAKyxe0ohQ4wWUcjeKY1AN9ocoJK2AcscIqVo7VwM5VWywz6bZuy2ZRl2HWmMQWFQExANRKo4Nas9H3p/s1600-h/101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrbR9v5opK1Ybh89HZzHJ-sIwyI9Ub0MLnCBAT5ylQmUdTx_P0f-bnLlPpCe7UlAKyxe0ohQ4wWUcjeKY1AN9ocoJK2AcscIqVo7VwM5VWywz6bZuy2ZRl2HWmMQWFQExANRKo4Nas9H3p/s320/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305496409104387250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZstby7_r0ILkPzMnn9UzpLKGVd20QEN0Q78I8Ve-7SZMLtz163dsBoMsf5Nard29AS0SCghpsyQVDjP7_WtwhojDsG-YSgLoVm282tfQtfeLAjbZmbJ5Kz6_MTc57ry0VR0DQTruCh0IT/s1600-h/103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZstby7_r0ILkPzMnn9UzpLKGVd20QEN0Q78I8Ve-7SZMLtz163dsBoMsf5Nard29AS0SCghpsyQVDjP7_WtwhojDsG-YSgLoVm282tfQtfeLAjbZmbJ5Kz6_MTc57ry0VR0DQTruCh0IT/s320/103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305661939857866882" border="0" /></a><br />That weekend, we had a little joint birthday get-together for me and Nate at Darshon's parents where she was house sitting. Darshon also made us a birthday cake. I can't even remember the last time I had a birthday cake. It was so much fun.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsOFZWx9UJnbGcS4_OwXLhaXlVvS2mosiqOLX-t6H1Wv1iH1fftTbpHvQbLnb8x_HheEcpvBA9_veWYZq-TqPknPQV1LyjdRsBAQkNGk8HSYe59NsCyiD1L6RfZEim4qBeMm7hQnN3lCp/s1600-h/059.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsOFZWx9UJnbGcS4_OwXLhaXlVvS2mosiqOLX-t6H1Wv1iH1fftTbpHvQbLnb8x_HheEcpvBA9_veWYZq-TqPknPQV1LyjdRsBAQkNGk8HSYe59NsCyiD1L6RfZEim4qBeMm7hQnN3lCp/s400/059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305666771987162466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZpZYLlN4VzpVwySpxd0HoD0PSllrQq5fFp_DAU8tB6-ujgBssELElRbq_D_YefNzBhTGTFmBLEmCUSbIyGyKgxjBOAI9PZ33pw3jirVN8WggQTEGNi3lFBWTn503Ir1njTqOXohsN38v/s1600-h/085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihZpZYLlN4VzpVwySpxd0HoD0PSllrQq5fFp_DAU8tB6-ujgBssELElRbq_D_YefNzBhTGTFmBLEmCUSbIyGyKgxjBOAI9PZ33pw3jirVN8WggQTEGNi3lFBWTn503Ir1njTqOXohsN38v/s400/085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305666774864950786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMQhLkCrzsYURXpEzR6XDmk9UqIO0a3wu-lc5BZsEkPu2K35lbRWqyHipUwf7ooFKgniqp5_uDKyS6sTl0x2BmbSqUBQgdNxzacgfAQzUpdLW9ZP9NsHsNIVviUQTF2TuU6bBMYvjCndT/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsMQhLkCrzsYURXpEzR6XDmk9UqIO0a3wu-lc5BZsEkPu2K35lbRWqyHipUwf7ooFKgniqp5_uDKyS6sTl0x2BmbSqUBQgdNxzacgfAQzUpdLW9ZP9NsHsNIVviUQTF2TuU6bBMYvjCndT/s400/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305666769823412146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWy_Yhtc0MShIvc1FuloArz3dDfIHpSZfZi42pgQ4RGRJOxGt0zDio4toYJQ_s35VHP1RboEvidSz0gJ6j2HfUyvs78uIFuJPw0oz3ly0app0-qNmwakzV3LcCn6nE7wjsWZLprQ-yjTW/s1600-h/073.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNWy_Yhtc0MShIvc1FuloArz3dDfIHpSZfZi42pgQ4RGRJOxGt0zDio4toYJQ_s35VHP1RboEvidSz0gJ6j2HfUyvs78uIFuJPw0oz3ly0app0-qNmwakzV3LcCn6nE7wjsWZLprQ-yjTW/s400/073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305666780868312498" border="0" /></a><br />Britani was also there, but she must have left before I started taking pictures or all the pictures of her were on someone else's camera.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br />This year, for the first time ever, I sent out Christmas cards. I swear the powers of the universe were against me as I tried to get them out on time. Every imaginable obstacle placed itself in my path. If I had not sworn an oath to myself last Christmas when I didn't send them, I would have given up. But I was determined and although they didn't get sent until after Christmas, they DID get sent. If you did not get one and want to be on the list for next year, fingers crossed, please give me your address.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaA7s-s690mxkth273QdHNEVgBpUTChha3_1p6B13y7fRITjCmQpEx-U-xcvy9K5NZBddShWW0eLmY6fD6GpK6hyphenhyphenVL5kqAHwSFcvQYFTGvgRW0tXO5FcbXtRNkleMhJEajlBuCJZB9Wq7/s1600-h/Christmascard2008+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 478px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNaA7s-s690mxkth273QdHNEVgBpUTChha3_1p6B13y7fRITjCmQpEx-U-xcvy9K5NZBddShWW0eLmY6fD6GpK6hyphenhyphenVL5kqAHwSFcvQYFTGvgRW0tXO5FcbXtRNkleMhJEajlBuCJZB9Wq7/s400/Christmascard2008+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305668017737858626" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcgwlQr18T_ZZJwW0Q_OdPqNbJckYbVphZmTFt84ELz_CPBe9MyyUwAe-WdLAMMS2jrVXBLjTRHcBSnVVOF6dXF8s-4BWyX6Up7j3eFtf09J7CZgw39VTh94VFtksyGIB99HBotoH22W-/s1600-h/CO_RedGreenElements.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 661px; height: 10px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcgwlQr18T_ZZJwW0Q_OdPqNbJckYbVphZmTFt84ELz_CPBe9MyyUwAe-WdLAMMS2jrVXBLjTRHcBSnVVOF6dXF8s-4BWyX6Up7j3eFtf09J7CZgw39VTh94VFtksyGIB99HBotoH22W-/s400/CO_RedGreenElements.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305669811715048146" border="0" /></a><br />One especially challenging day led to a really funny story and a ironic commentary on the world. It was one of those days where every hour was planned out exactly so that I could get everything that I needed to done. I had massage appointments in the morning, but didn't have any more until the late afternoon. Normally, I would go to my parent's or go shopping or something other then all the way home since we live so far. But today, I was on my way home to finish my Christmas cards quickly before heading back.<br />Well, on the way home, I blew out a tire on Ironwood. I pulled over to the shoulder, freaked out for a second, and then called Heath. I wasn't too far from his work, so I asked him to come and help me. As I was sitting there waiting for him, I realized that I could probably change the tire on my own, but I had to pee so bad that I could hardly think straight. For a second, in a brief moment of insanity, I actually considered peeing my pants. But reason prevailed and somehow I managed until Heath arrived. It didn't help that I had the dogs in the car and they were crying and whining in the back seat.<br />Heath came. He changed the tire. It was simple and painless and took less then 15 minutes. Thanks Heath for saving the day!! But then as I was trying to pull out back on to the road I realized that I was completely and hopelessly STUCK IN THE MUD!! Thank you Pinal County for not giving us a shoulder but just a sloping pile of dirt that turns to thick clay-like glue after the rain. There was absolutely no way I was getting out of this on my own and the more I tried the worse it was. So, I had to call USAA and have a tow truck come out and pull me out. When I finally got back onto the road, it was time for me to go back to work. AARRGHHH!! So, I headed back the way I came but as I was getting off of the freeway, the spare tire that we had just put on started freaking out. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP. Lucky for me there was a discount tire right there and I miraculously was able to pull into the parking lot. Apparently, spare tires are not made to withstand wheel spinning in the mud and it had a huge bubble in it. So, I had them put a new one on and I ended up being late for my appointment, but it all worked out. In the end, I just had to laugh. . . what else can you do?<br /><br />Now, for the ironic commentary on the world part of the story. As Heath was changing my tire, I mentioned to him that I thought it was sad that for the 30 minutes that I was sitting here, not one single person stopped to see if I needed help. This was also the case several months earlier when Staci ran out of gas. We were two girls with a four-year-old and an infant in the middle of summer and NO ONE stopped. I hypothesized that maybe it was because everyone has cell phones, so we just assume that you have one and you'll call for help, or the dangers in this world, make us fearful of strangers, or we're just too busy or don't care.<br />Well, while I was waiting for the tow-truck driver to come, Heath had gone back to work and I sat knitting in my car when there was a tap on my window. It scared me because I was not expecting the tow truck for another 10 minutes, but I got out and started to explain the situation. He scratched his head and said, "well, I guess I could try to pull you out. . . " That's when I looked behind my car and saw that this was not the tow truck driver but just a nice normal dude with his two kids in his truck.<br />"Oh!" I exclaimed. "Sorry, I thought you were the tow truck driver!" This realization made me ecstatic considering the conversation I just had with Heath. "WOW! You just stopped out of the kindness of your heart!?!" I explained that while someone was coming to pull me out of the mud and didn't really need his help, I was so grateful that he had stopped to ask. And as I tend to do, I laid it on thick, real thick. "You are the ONLY person to stop and ask if I needed help. You win the prize for the nicest man in Queen Creek! You have completely restored my faith in humanity! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!"<br />Then as he was leaving he asks something puzzling, "what do you do for a living" HUH? He then begins to tell me about this great business he has just gotten into and how he's looking for business partners and two of his friends have just retired with all the money they have made and they're having a meeting tonight in Queen Creek and blah, blah, blah. My mind was swirling as he handed me his "business" card. JUICE. He was selling JUICE! But not really selling the juice, just the exciting business opportunity and the millions of dollars I could make. He told me how he is just telling everyone he meets about it. Seriously? You really only stopped to talk to me about your JUICE!? Of course you did. How could I be so naive to think that someone would just stop to be nice without an ulterior motive. My heart sank in "et tu, brute" moment. Not you. Not my restorer in humanity. *sigh*<br />So, I vowed to always stop to see if someone needs help from now on. . . out of the kindness of my heart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcgwlQr18T_ZZJwW0Q_OdPqNbJckYbVphZmTFt84ELz_CPBe9MyyUwAe-WdLAMMS2jrVXBLjTRHcBSnVVOF6dXF8s-4BWyX6Up7j3eFtf09J7CZgw39VTh94VFtksyGIB99HBotoH22W-/s1600-h/CO_RedGreenElements.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 661px; height: 10px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcgwlQr18T_ZZJwW0Q_OdPqNbJckYbVphZmTFt84ELz_CPBe9MyyUwAe-WdLAMMS2jrVXBLjTRHcBSnVVOF6dXF8s-4BWyX6Up7j3eFtf09J7CZgw39VTh94VFtksyGIB99HBotoH22W-/s400/CO_RedGreenElements.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305669811715048146" border="0" /></a><br />Deep breath. . . just like a real marathon. . .this blog is LONG. . . keep going . . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCl8h8SRUFTJ_hAesCC84qjP1_5RXanJZyyQ9RoYGuGCnR5cBbRmdO7bcw2GqW614M0CB9H-xpLtT3fprCO3waPhJrLoUKU99FC5ZpjriopHfF9dFIt2m0aGMxVUntGp9pP12JKmdWuwBy/s1600-h/166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCl8h8SRUFTJ_hAesCC84qjP1_5RXanJZyyQ9RoYGuGCnR5cBbRmdO7bcw2GqW614M0CB9H-xpLtT3fprCO3waPhJrLoUKU99FC5ZpjriopHfF9dFIt2m0aGMxVUntGp9pP12JKmdWuwBy/s320/166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305673545045183362" border="0" /></a>Christmas was good, but weird. It was the first time since we've been married that we weren't in California. But Heath really wanted to spend the first Christmas in our new house IN our new house. He meticulously hung the lights, hiding the cords in Mcgyver-esque ways. I played Santa and hung stocking for us and the dogs. It was quiet but memorable.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHf7cgw611tjGRowXR7hH-8oSydfnBpH3rwknpKaSgYqniEhrUV6u44oFyVEtKRdPhhGWlqSRTrTRqUP5QxSa0rLkKuLf0TTwIAQ1nnhbentG9a3cLLhJAVa_2M3Ki7O4UGK35K72B-uoA/s1600-h/IMG_9037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 356px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHf7cgw611tjGRowXR7hH-8oSydfnBpH3rwknpKaSgYqniEhrUV6u44oFyVEtKRdPhhGWlqSRTrTRqUP5QxSa0rLkKuLf0TTwIAQ1nnhbentG9a3cLLhJAVa_2M3Ki7O4UGK35K72B-uoA/s320/IMG_9037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305673542592201218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgialtA6iQMFQxLr-l1S1CzZO3eTVsSpQhsOWb6pRydnsPVjzSFHh_R_AoXU8m8bA3B5OMvMJq4W_3WIZ7sfROpsjcTVHZuV7K_XcKCI_sprE7gyPtPzAkKYYvlMQiy3AZwxKMCdmV5UJM1/s1600-h/IMG_9040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgialtA6iQMFQxLr-l1S1CzZO3eTVsSpQhsOWb6pRydnsPVjzSFHh_R_AoXU8m8bA3B5OMvMJq4W_3WIZ7sfROpsjcTVHZuV7K_XcKCI_sprE7gyPtPzAkKYYvlMQiy3AZwxKMCdmV5UJM1/s320/IMG_9040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305685317521807810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3r3p7W594p77uBmtDFFC60AqZtj0lQ3bdFBOB5AsEII6_CAwUgsqgzrTZrH_CKBgcPib2YiAxXuCGTPs_wQ-GxqIvw36HplETWttwU8xvQ2CxjA8SEJGPZ-aXt-REY5N31IGw-vW_o0vo/s1600-h/CryingHeath.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3r3p7W594p77uBmtDFFC60AqZtj0lQ3bdFBOB5AsEII6_CAwUgsqgzrTZrH_CKBgcPib2YiAxXuCGTPs_wQ-GxqIvw36HplETWttwU8xvQ2CxjA8SEJGPZ-aXt-REY5N31IGw-vW_o0vo/s400/CryingHeath.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678342056168338" border="0" /></a><br />Heath's work Christmas party. Inspired by <a href="http://www.wral.com/golo/image_gallery/2117890/">this gallery of pictures</a>.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5c82f-xYhFtAIDlwFIUeV2W-VSQQdiz_kWfN7FbY_6HR3L2iPXZPuN58Fk5az4zGEiZTjnyvUNRVaakCmmehhYQ6iw-7kChIx9OlyYbhcbOOAZHQDUQ2OOTwMR4xXgAdOWFiNacR6brd/s1600-h/187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr5c82f-xYhFtAIDlwFIUeV2W-VSQQdiz_kWfN7FbY_6HR3L2iPXZPuN58Fk5az4zGEiZTjnyvUNRVaakCmmehhYQ6iw-7kChIx9OlyYbhcbOOAZHQDUQ2OOTwMR4xXgAdOWFiNacR6brd/s400/187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678346974610658" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUIV0M6HsCSkoajCQM30BMOSjmWghk4hZJAp2Ts91e-BDbYUlaUxOtrSkQdmyNJX7muaG9kHF-2VAeHsLg9VIBYkj-S8pRDd54Res1psyPqOqtPU9s1lNUoMFOiNuM4aYagWnQrDG8VjU/s1600-h/189.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSUIV0M6HsCSkoajCQM30BMOSjmWghk4hZJAp2Ts91e-BDbYUlaUxOtrSkQdmyNJX7muaG9kHF-2VAeHsLg9VIBYkj-S8pRDd54Res1psyPqOqtPU9s1lNUoMFOiNuM4aYagWnQrDG8VjU/s400/189.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678356657407762" border="0" /></a>I bought Lucas & Moco sweaters. But, as you can<br />see, Lucas doesn't fit into his. HAHA!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuKC6E6X0210D0iiLJHDXiru9Oi3UpbABP6mYhHtbIXHMYIKB003r19E1uXwCoWbk3QsyBZzlgjYKZ6YgmzJDgkwP7RlGjXV36wNsRZF11LYC46tkvq7K_lRHl5mlRd0XJqahKEWEnaDF/s1600-h/1205081900.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuKC6E6X0210D0iiLJHDXiru9Oi3UpbABP6mYhHtbIXHMYIKB003r19E1uXwCoWbk3QsyBZzlgjYKZ6YgmzJDgkwP7RlGjXV36wNsRZF11LYC46tkvq7K_lRHl5mlRd0XJqahKEWEnaDF/s400/1205081900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305678344569695682" border="0" /></a>This is one of my favorite pictures in the whole world. Moco's face is priceless. It takes him a good hour to get used to wearing clothes and we really rarely put them on him.<br /></div><br />Which leads us to January. . . One of things that has taken up most of my free time is my newest crochet project. I am finally making something for myself. I am making a throw/afghan and it's pretty time consuming as it is much bigger than a baby blanket. I found this hexagon pattern on <a href="https://www.ravelry.com/">ravelry</a> and I fell in love with it. I was so inspired by the colors and there are really endless possibilities as far as color combinations. I used <a href="http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/2008/11/hexagon-crochet.html">Attic24'</a>s hexagon how-to, but made up the color pattern myself. <br /><div style="text-align: center;">Check out the <a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/464932@N23/pool/">Flickr Pool of Hexagon Love</a>. <br /><br />It consists of many palm sized, multi-colored hexagons like this one.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFQOxvnU2UDx71PSBNOwcxDJh3TgbXxvYSAwVH07ooxj9wsIeAm7JeZ3r5w5-5RUFDalA0hoIwT5G-Rar1GX-7mhZa8lIAuZxjcoeeZNLnFGQiOpjz-rTA4Z_EynQ4JzYBQAIAE3sqyyd/s1600-h/IMG_9082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkFQOxvnU2UDx71PSBNOwcxDJh3TgbXxvYSAwVH07ooxj9wsIeAm7JeZ3r5w5-5RUFDalA0hoIwT5G-Rar1GX-7mhZa8lIAuZxjcoeeZNLnFGQiOpjz-rTA4Z_EynQ4JzYBQAIAE3sqyyd/s320/IMG_9082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305714492837142258" border="0" /></a></div>I am using 15 different colors and I love the crazy, fun randomness of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPHpmRmUXZuUM08x0jg3p8GIUa3b4xLSfTD8ZBIR80v_Z3OCpzQQWBQo-xe8f66Z8Zr1r4yPzOfc-5zjnbm2A4z3rYEcE28mOy29bI_49r_owppnpBv3GvcP7-OM3T_ZeQWEi-9cezGfF/s1600-h/IMG_9074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizPHpmRmUXZuUM08x0jg3p8GIUa3b4xLSfTD8ZBIR80v_Z3OCpzQQWBQo-xe8f66Z8Zr1r4yPzOfc-5zjnbm2A4z3rYEcE28mOy29bI_49r_owppnpBv3GvcP7-OM3T_ZeQWEi-9cezGfF/s320/IMG_9074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305709292499975122" border="0" /></a><br />I started out making all the little center parts. 127 of them. They each had their own little personality and were like dozens of little flowers to me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKk_T12eaBk7F67rYZYIX4bgMIozUylSnc85D1ftpXOpc0RG3fDwoVEloY9yy2Enl6bsvBruPdF7GbRre8qcGxd9R0tTA-5WPZ4EwP-kXPQu6L2d8w_NnyvKy0KyswvsUn74gem2ZygbF/s1600-h/IMG_9084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixKk_T12eaBk7F67rYZYIX4bgMIozUylSnc85D1ftpXOpc0RG3fDwoVEloY9yy2Enl6bsvBruPdF7GbRre8qcGxd9R0tTA-5WPZ4EwP-kXPQu6L2d8w_NnyvKy0KyswvsUn74gem2ZygbF/s320/IMG_9084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305714482891179874" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqiKqHOqjoyWINed0En4L0F6TSe0zRn4QscrmpoChuaZaR4u1NAfitdoPK1xTvBHEq2o1Q3DSUBn4iATlYteHO0wUnwi4PbKR3gVFmv9YYBTlsxiCQQz63vRaA-c9mqWgA3tUwxyCB95D/s1600-h/228.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 109px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvqiKqHOqjoyWINed0En4L0F6TSe0zRn4QscrmpoChuaZaR4u1NAfitdoPK1xTvBHEq2o1Q3DSUBn4iATlYteHO0wUnwi4PbKR3gVFmv9YYBTlsxiCQQz63vRaA-c9mqWgA3tUwxyCB95D/s320/228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711940144221154" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa-ln7vPXp3cJ81GnYdo5LfoqRHp0g_7GPLBeycvDsds4iV_LIhgUDTHHlq4zx70f7-rr2bsGBYSdE34E1s2e54YtnhnSq8jhvPOh38Sq7D7ad9J4OyweOL-OrUAuNy9bSL4W-9TtlQ6E/s1600-h/227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa-ln7vPXp3cJ81GnYdo5LfoqRHp0g_7GPLBeycvDsds4iV_LIhgUDTHHlq4zx70f7-rr2bsGBYSdE34E1s2e54YtnhnSq8jhvPOh38Sq7D7ad9J4OyweOL-OrUAuNy9bSL4W-9TtlQ6E/s320/227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305711946501308994" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And last week I just started joing them together. This is my progress so far:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEYn1qAyQYKU6HTeFAX7T6JgsE5imQ6aHAihYWfm0_LGgCUvF0x8GsnIptMOOuJ4iKgkIAP1pvKDHvYps9Th3yswGJNm386pg7PQC31qMIR57PMFKST50_3-IINKW7ukPKcjnHaI1iDBM/s1600-h/IMG_9088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJEYn1qAyQYKU6HTeFAX7T6JgsE5imQ6aHAihYWfm0_LGgCUvF0x8GsnIptMOOuJ4iKgkIAP1pvKDHvYps9Th3yswGJNm386pg7PQC31qMIR57PMFKST50_3-IINKW7ukPKcjnHaI1iDBM/s320/IMG_9088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305714495333638290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSubrRFIPypyWTseBJagb-Pd1Q3ZtlLvBzKob9gGCMYY2TegUpEmuqv62BIfh_lgxULCcOOigvkcBtJw4jVK2SV2BAvtnGZfJ90_0cDiqwnY0vczZpJ0H6Pq3vwh8EuerR9vIQ8XBONk_2/s1600-h/IMG_9096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSubrRFIPypyWTseBJagb-Pd1Q3ZtlLvBzKob9gGCMYY2TegUpEmuqv62BIfh_lgxULCcOOigvkcBtJw4jVK2SV2BAvtnGZfJ90_0cDiqwnY0vczZpJ0H6Pq3vwh8EuerR9vIQ8XBONk_2/s400/IMG_9096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305715609748379922" border="0" /></a>If there was such a thing as crochet true love, I would be in it.<br /><br />It's hard for me to not work on it, which is one of the reasons I am writing this blog at Paradise Bakery instead of at home. . . I am easily distracted.<br /><br />I got a jump start on this project when Heath and I went to Heber for our 7th anniversary. My aunt and uncle let us stay in their cabin there. It was a perfect and wonderful relaxing long weekend. We spent most of the weekend doing nothing, which is exactly what we wanted.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbELftyxq9sHWUNSy7JngDw2SduxvnWpRJyFyORFAsUjFnN5UjqX0y6rNQRRJDo4ht0FOuwTbJU6VT_aqUJhtoR4ZNBUebW0ElSpbQPnL3daTFq2LzetFBJGwtTEsF5sakxiGtK45OSXo/s1600-h/220.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAbELftyxq9sHWUNSy7JngDw2SduxvnWpRJyFyORFAsUjFnN5UjqX0y6rNQRRJDo4ht0FOuwTbJU6VT_aqUJhtoR4ZNBUebW0ElSpbQPnL3daTFq2LzetFBJGwtTEsF5sakxiGtK45OSXo/s320/220.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694328031587042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK8kmdYl1X8McPOdZfGheWnwTMnLcGgawi9NkSTwPzc60kjWQ7_8SnZ8wa7_OY-7pOvrDb6ZYnP7E-FJOan_V4v3w-T1AzFFUB0ZLqUC38rZ0P01ejOkdCmX28DAB5MPa_Vf2IX_FStle/s1600-h/213.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkK8kmdYl1X8McPOdZfGheWnwTMnLcGgawi9NkSTwPzc60kjWQ7_8SnZ8wa7_OY-7pOvrDb6ZYnP7E-FJOan_V4v3w-T1AzFFUB0ZLqUC38rZ0P01ejOkdCmX28DAB5MPa_Vf2IX_FStle/s320/213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694326021673698" border="0" /></a>It was freezing, but fun. We did go to St. John's for the day on Sunday. It was fun to see the Browers and Ryan gave us the big tour.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39avtMT2WiVxg136n1dQ4nYATrrsCh71cwjqArffdYOpNe7RMctSO8CXmxXswgJdsbWkX7rhuhT3dS591JBZSZ5VZPVZIZW_QtlcVtF9V6cADHUFXG8baz9O-xvgF2_UxbuKUC5VZCeYW/s1600-h/1685188-s7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 165px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39avtMT2WiVxg136n1dQ4nYATrrsCh71cwjqArffdYOpNe7RMctSO8CXmxXswgJdsbWkX7rhuhT3dS591JBZSZ5VZPVZIZW_QtlcVtF9V6cADHUFXG8baz9O-xvgF2_UxbuKUC5VZCeYW/s400/1685188-s7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694874798441538" border="0" /></a><br />Heath bought me this beautiful anniversary band.<br /><br />Funny story. . . while I was in the shower, my rings were sitting on the nightstand and he took my current plain white gold band and replaced it with this one with diamonds in it. Well, I picked them up and put them on without looking and did not even notice. I wore them ALL DAY!! It was 6pm when I FINALLY looked down at my hand and saw the diamonds. We laughed and laughed. Do you know very many people who would have the patience that Heath did to not say, "hey, dummy! Look at your hand!" He is amazing. I have the best husband in the world.<br /><br />Thank you, Heath, for 7 wonderful and fun-filled years. I love you with all my heart.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbFjpuId8sCwqA13A6YgkiXIrypxluk0nQO6IB1y3P2LgMkboF83EYdWuqhxYk5iC8U9MB0prPIq48YXdEkda_tESq3GxvtUaKO8o6r8Ozks6sTazO7L4O5y9SYaqWOpLjkUVKKAHQMxT/s1600-h/222.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZbFjpuId8sCwqA13A6YgkiXIrypxluk0nQO6IB1y3P2LgMkboF83EYdWuqhxYk5iC8U9MB0prPIq48YXdEkda_tESq3GxvtUaKO8o6r8Ozks6sTazO7L4O5y9SYaqWOpLjkUVKKAHQMxT/s320/222.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305694330590247314" border="0" /></a><br />In Feburary, we finally got to meet Cali Kaye for the first time. It was a sort of spontaneous, last minute party on Super Bowl weekend. Everyone was there except Mom & Amy. Mom was in Germany and Amy was in Utah. Having everyone come over made my Dad especially happy since he thought he was going to be all alone the whole weekend.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbjde-hdjG3xsS2vd46OmuHUgeK6s2Wnt1gt4_vNLyqf8wyiGNDihyq7qFuAMa91bmtOGRrxH7W7JMX8DQ2xXgXa-un6DQDt4kUG9TTe9nM3WaVpro5alAMC1dnSwbdWj13MvWqMRbnzL/s1600-h/IMG_1101+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmbjde-hdjG3xsS2vd46OmuHUgeK6s2Wnt1gt4_vNLyqf8wyiGNDihyq7qFuAMa91bmtOGRrxH7W7JMX8DQ2xXgXa-un6DQDt4kUG9TTe9nM3WaVpro5alAMC1dnSwbdWj13MvWqMRbnzL/s320/IMG_1101+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305698491305628738" border="0" /></a>It is my dream for awhile to have boy & girl twins. Here I am holding Dylan & Cali. While they are both pretty light. After a few minutes I was really starting to feel the burn in my arms.<br />I think it's so fun to see their very different personalities emerge. This picture sort of pegs it. Dylan is fast asleep and Cali is wide-eyed and checking everything out.<br />They are both absolutely adorable.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I really love these pictures both sent via cell phone of some of their first smiles.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnIDw9-qEpOx2qH5o_ppT-u9gDWMh747eDS_KbP1MXWLayi7ZHvCr7ZTuYUz3-FH433EMlsm378sqtwrWkTRMrklDHgTYPkrsG6OvSn7sd7eP7ZJodRSZIVFAXH8fRCfbqKGiQpt2yk_g/s1600-h/0115090946.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgnIDw9-qEpOx2qH5o_ppT-u9gDWMh747eDS_KbP1MXWLayi7ZHvCr7ZTuYUz3-FH433EMlsm378sqtwrWkTRMrklDHgTYPkrsG6OvSn7sd7eP7ZJodRSZIVFAXH8fRCfbqKGiQpt2yk_g/s320/0115090946.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305699352173694146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbAhxlZdSROU3ZDbGUiZo266p7spHFO-rJapaVqByl5aJOcbIDpNQVJ1hibysqqNCHYTJO0jdptRmp16UdzdF7swiiZW5ZHIqnEYMcWnFVgdi52cKRZPx2rpRT3NJqgMiWzfu-wuQvLX1/s1600-h/IMG00052-20090216-0821.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbAhxlZdSROU3ZDbGUiZo266p7spHFO-rJapaVqByl5aJOcbIDpNQVJ1hibysqqNCHYTJO0jdptRmp16UdzdF7swiiZW5ZHIqnEYMcWnFVgdi52cKRZPx2rpRT3NJqgMiWzfu-wuQvLX1/s320/IMG00052-20090216-0821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305699358534736050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Although Dylan looks exactly like Steve, I didn't think Cali looked like Greg until I saw this picture of Cali.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZsR7Es826cAcyVoTCdtjiaTtiJlkJI-a9bimXHwv76i96lSdx6MR_E1_ixX0zYUgFDL5TNVvxIhwg4G8tTexaeHxJiAO2UZKm-xyYf0Z_8-iK-SUm57QrWOrDyNrQPnfPhqVZZy8AJUC/s1600-h/Anna+Laurene+%26+Greg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ZsR7Es826cAcyVoTCdtjiaTtiJlkJI-a9bimXHwv76i96lSdx6MR_E1_ixX0zYUgFDL5TNVvxIhwg4G8tTexaeHxJiAO2UZKm-xyYf0Z_8-iK-SUm57QrWOrDyNrQPnfPhqVZZy8AJUC/s320/Anna+Laurene+%26+Greg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305699361167303442" border="0" /></a>Baby Greg.<br /><br /></div>Well, I think that about brings us up to date. <br /><br />Whew, that was exhausting. Do you feel like you just re-lived my last few months in fast forward? I do. Let's drink some Gatorade and get a massage, or something. <br /><br />If you made it all the way through this post, thanks. I promise to never post like this again.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-12333846479386126912008-11-24T10:25:00.003-07:002008-11-24T12:33:49.973-07:00Baby Rock BandI was looking through some old photography folders and found these pictures. Part of it was because Kiera tagged me to share the 5th picture in your 5th folder, or something. But it was a picture of a rug or couch or some other non-descript item from a shopping trip. . . too boring to post. These pictures were taken months ago. Staci came over and then she and I left to take Jack to Karate and left Abe with Heath. This is significant because it is literally the VERY FIRST time Heath has been left alone with a baby. Weird, I know, but he was an only child and didn't really have any cousins that he was close with. So, of course Heath went to the thing he knows best, Rock Band. He entertained Abe by playing drums with him. This is what they were doing when we came home. Too cute, and Abe looks like he is having a great time. Also, we learned that Abe loves to get his groove on to Nine Inch Nails. Haha!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwdTGrV4taVw1rUt-8vpqvaG72fIz5sMBPyMqZtoOFO9Vbh25tW2UxXLvvJ6mrzr5j5vlDrQCXfsY_LxjyqZa8vj-CXaSHbC1T3fkmf20d0quqUTxh9w5t3GRzpe3WIa-aIK6YgsyWXIC/s1600-h/heathabedrums.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwdTGrV4taVw1rUt-8vpqvaG72fIz5sMBPyMqZtoOFO9Vbh25tW2UxXLvvJ6mrzr5j5vlDrQCXfsY_LxjyqZa8vj-CXaSHbC1T3fkmf20d0quqUTxh9w5t3GRzpe3WIa-aIK6YgsyWXIC/s400/heathabedrums.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272297726397084274" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-83955643805962822622008-11-22T11:17:00.003-07:002008-11-22T11:37:56.754-07:00I am a WINNER!!!Last year, Heath subscribed me to a magazine called Digital Scrapbooking. Every issue they have a sweepstakes where you enter to win a bunch of scrapbooking stuff. I enter every time. Yesterday I got an email saying I am the grand prize winner!! $1700 worth of prizes. YAY!<br /><br />Here is a preview of my loot (click to enlarge):<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OtJAOtJmpLvLB217_H0UFSCwnCVMLI-IycBqggNn_XOC_8QwThcnYuju3MbXQSJ9U0h7rXmvQSAUw93RF3yIkN450rngxRgSkKHWW9eGPLmblnuhCSk45qRF1nueGZyb7FF3pfSSPPrQ/s1600-h/DigitalWinnings.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0OtJAOtJmpLvLB217_H0UFSCwnCVMLI-IycBqggNn_XOC_8QwThcnYuju3MbXQSJ9U0h7rXmvQSAUw93RF3yIkN450rngxRgSkKHWW9eGPLmblnuhCSk45qRF1nueGZyb7FF3pfSSPPrQ/s400/DigitalWinnings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271549174507366194" border="0" /></a><br />It's a pretty cool prize. It's so fun to win something.<br /><br />I think this is a preview for the contest I really want to win. . . . HGTV DreamHome in Sonoma, HERE WE COME!!<br /><br /><a href="http://blogs.hgtv.com/hgtv/dreamhome/2008/11/as_promised_we_present_the.html">http://blogs.hgtv.com/hgtv/dreamhome/2008/11/as_promised_we_present_the.html</a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-3133569590105868062008-11-18T13:20:00.003-07:002008-11-18T14:11:16.075-07:00Disneyland Pictures!! They are finally here!Okay, so two weekends ago my little sister Amy and I went to Disneyland and California Adventure for two days. Just the two of us. What an adventure. We had so much fun. We dressed the same everyday. Don't ask why. It was just fun. Some highlights of the trip include:<br /><ul><li>Amy smearing tater tots and ketchup all over my face to save it from getting on my shirt.</li><li>Our pack packs filled with snacks.</li><li>Going to every bathroom in the entire park, at least once. Some two or three times.<br /></li><li>Being asked a dozen times if we were actually twins. And then having them FREAK OUT when we would tell them we are 13 years apart.<br /></li><li>Singing Feliz Navidad a hundred times and maybe being on TV.<br /></li><li>When that guy thought Amy was a famous singer or wanted her to be.<br /></li><li>Amy getting picked to be the star in High School Musical.</li><li>The new Toy Story ride!<br /></li><li>Getting stuck on Pirates for 30 minutes. Yo Ho!</li><li>The tiki room dance.<br /></li><li>Going to dinner with Greg & Brittany.</li><li>Gothic Day.</li><li>Amy losing her ticket and then being saved by the girl at lost & found. We heart her.</li><li>Amy's video of her on the Maliboomer. We would watch it over & over in line and we would laugh until we cried a hundred times and then everyone around us would want to watch it and we would show it to them. I am going to try to post that on here, but I can't figure out how to switch it from vertical to horizontal. :(<br /></li><li>Clam chowder in a bread bowl.<br /></li><li>Having the most PERFECT spot for the fireworks show and Fantasmic.</li><li>Hot chocolate.<br /></li><li>Being the VERY LAST ones to ride space mountain and getting an entire train to ourselves. OWN TRAIN! OWN TRAIN! WOOOOOOOO!!!</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><ul><li> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx27PMkFrxFUzEVtwlz53v9hU1QEHJJUtCn51XoUfhngFXQcbNeCSYCwjywfQJuIWJ_vlhtSePyxbcpfxA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></li></ul>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-65252414576542950932008-10-28T11:20:00.005-07:002008-11-02T07:57:17.399-07:00Halloween PartyLast weekend, my good friend Brianne graduated and they threw a graduation/Halloween party that was super fun. Here is the evidence.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Heath & I went as Joy & Earl from the TV show, My Name is Earl.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5K8GU1dALcWqhQbeGJr9ZjRin05G5vQ1tx0d7nems4OwO4c6LXghS-xhw0-tkqPqNzb3-eWnkT49PHiVqRpAAdr_gQVydUVeReDz2QBI2J43vR4i-GVblDybF_FPLQO2ODt7Ie10YBLN0/s1600-h/070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5K8GU1dALcWqhQbeGJr9ZjRin05G5vQ1tx0d7nems4OwO4c6LXghS-xhw0-tkqPqNzb3-eWnkT49PHiVqRpAAdr_gQVydUVeReDz2QBI2J43vR4i-GVblDybF_FPLQO2ODt7Ie10YBLN0/s400/070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276802609351410" border="0" /></a>Try to ignore the fact that my husband looks possessed. And notice the small details, like "the list" in his hands and the bubbalicious peeking out of my pocket. (He was supposed to be closing his eyes because Earl never is able to take a picture with his eyes open.)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TCLohV1StC7VF1_XNZ59mLBL3ki7oGOakfOVRWKVnuJ_CNHKWJNEdJExyygAfwbjAwXbxI27qoBrfUoHxp8-OrUWuGKiNmLsuLAIjzmX06MMt0UzHu1RxV8KezoS20ulSVshLSvtmUOo/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5TCLohV1StC7VF1_XNZ59mLBL3ki7oGOakfOVRWKVnuJ_CNHKWJNEdJExyygAfwbjAwXbxI27qoBrfUoHxp8-OrUWuGKiNmLsuLAIjzmX06MMt0UzHu1RxV8KezoS20ulSVshLSvtmUOo/s400/072.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275858525482674" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We couldn't get the moustache to stick and ended up drawing it on, but check out those fake nails! They also made me completely handicapped. I couldn't do anything in them.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKP9znn4oEaCfjkiSu3gt6tncGGN4oQwLM0nhpAbIUfDEWAiG_EFr3I5ww1Vf3mGQm3mf9J-XuHt56LxbFD1Om9N1NFpzKnsEGgYGorcrR5mzjFGH1S3-EsJ6wjLFw0kMc5-JsQ79RVIwX/s1600-h/060.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKP9znn4oEaCfjkiSu3gt6tncGGN4oQwLM0nhpAbIUfDEWAiG_EFr3I5ww1Vf3mGQm3mf9J-XuHt56LxbFD1Om9N1NFpzKnsEGgYGorcrR5mzjFGH1S3-EsJ6wjLFw0kMc5-JsQ79RVIwX/s400/060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275837670675666" border="0" /></a>Britani as a devil and Ian as a black angel. So cute. I told Britani she should cut her hair like that. (Minus the red streaks and horns of course.)<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ65fNPY9F-NVUgBkgbl-LZWWLeaFQSi62b6EzwcXnFlm-fDkvw5XjFjjl5LKLJFEVPX6wcYqOMZc3EBCBuk7NDj5FgIdkYRb8ubKG_68_A5yczBwg8HSE1D9eGriIEGOpu-fRbp8oQH8A/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ65fNPY9F-NVUgBkgbl-LZWWLeaFQSi62b6EzwcXnFlm-fDkvw5XjFjjl5LKLJFEVPX6wcYqOMZc3EBCBuk7NDj5FgIdkYRb8ubKG_68_A5yczBwg8HSE1D9eGriIEGOpu-fRbp8oQH8A/s400/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275851532759842" border="0" /></a>Darshon, the butterfly queen. Her hair was my work of art. I think she looked amazing & beautiful.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2EcxLJ62L7nP6PsmIA2mIg_KHm_WcV72_vl2VqEqpvuYNM7VSZ0tsi7v6XfngTT38_ud0hp6sgz7GPuIXgwTK1JrmoF0TlOkFWVV6LAifTSvGXNS8fD4T8nDPZ4Yzk_qoBZG1UNkMtJJ/s1600-h/063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib2EcxLJ62L7nP6PsmIA2mIg_KHm_WcV72_vl2VqEqpvuYNM7VSZ0tsi7v6XfngTT38_ud0hp6sgz7GPuIXgwTK1JrmoF0TlOkFWVV6LAifTSvGXNS8fD4T8nDPZ4Yzk_qoBZG1UNkMtJJ/s400/063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262275846156062482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5W44U3_qNIHrxqiwqdWYGUh646n7vHW6t-gkA4gw6Q47pZ2l2hhh-TkkWvRCJ5JUP6K9wt9xvNCMoTUCkM-7lb5at8Hi_pGw28Q9Hl9S7Xuw3q4lIvGVrpo_idv9dcUASVtQVj71c8mz_/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 324px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5W44U3_qNIHrxqiwqdWYGUh646n7vHW6t-gkA4gw6Q47pZ2l2hhh-TkkWvRCJ5JUP6K9wt9xvNCMoTUCkM-7lb5at8Hi_pGw28Q9Hl9S7Xuw3q4lIvGVrpo_idv9dcUASVtQVj71c8mz_/s400/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276816707920530" border="0" /></a>Naters, uncostumed, but he gets credit for showing up because he was super sick. :(<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iuptvW3a06SW5fqB5ImHdnvXfI8tds9ZgKvbXqshngUOipfzLndK6HJqbuhIDBzmPbG7PD2lQeMZJhPwIl93nIreNNhc4ZWVEXUmNa6vyfNGa6tiJX410-wBQjVtT2-YoUHhymzLk78A/s1600-h/077.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2iuptvW3a06SW5fqB5ImHdnvXfI8tds9ZgKvbXqshngUOipfzLndK6HJqbuhIDBzmPbG7PD2lQeMZJhPwIl93nIreNNhc4ZWVEXUmNa6vyfNGa6tiJX410-wBQjVtT2-YoUHhymzLk78A/s400/077.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276830251140498" border="0" /></a>Okay, somehow I didn't get any pictures of Brianne & Ryan. They dressed up as Rock Band characters and they looked ridiculously awesome. If anyone has any, please send them to me. Thanks!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-77047863704155118492008-10-26T19:29:00.014-07:002008-10-28T12:43:48.601-07:00My Bangs: A Brief History<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbN0lRdbqkdjKWO4Qsz14QurtbEtZoBczAAEkeMgM2QmfxCmMIN2Jk3rLYiLHXtyyv9Xj8t3pA7ZscfgsgCUKm-TS3VQnbmX2B7HlEyS672jli7Fw6uVH5K0Mkd0fjiEQBj6kWJDkqNly4/s1600-h/083b+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbN0lRdbqkdjKWO4Qsz14QurtbEtZoBczAAEkeMgM2QmfxCmMIN2Jk3rLYiLHXtyyv9Xj8t3pA7ZscfgsgCUKm-TS3VQnbmX2B7HlEyS672jli7Fw6uVH5K0Mkd0fjiEQBj6kWJDkqNly4/s400/083b+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262253247930156786" border="0" /></a>There are few things in this life greater than getting your hair cut and colored and there are few people who do it better than Darcy.<br /><br />Last week I went to Darcy after having spent the last few years going elsewhere for various reasons. (Moving out of state, trading hair for massage, etc) But I decided I needed Darcy again, and I am renewed in my belief that she is the best.<br /><br />One of the great things is that Darcy knows me. She knows what I like and knows that I am willing to try new things and so she makes great suggestions for changes in my hair. My hair usually turns out best if I just let her do whatever she wants.<br /><br />Last week she suggested bangs. Full bangs, not just the side sweeping kind.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Apparently full bangs are making a big comeback.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76cUf2t0ra1bs401xdhqNbWJS-3b_FMvhZJK1QWrqrHWEYRA1KwDxJT69z11Swip89MRhYgnFTSkXTpILHKpuIIwPW7VVnVcqLqpcZsm1ZNEKs7EILuFqUhJE_7nyIUrmbnNg_guWifPz/s1600-h/CelebrityBangs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 98px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj76cUf2t0ra1bs401xdhqNbWJS-3b_FMvhZJK1QWrqrHWEYRA1KwDxJT69z11Swip89MRhYgnFTSkXTpILHKpuIIwPW7VVnVcqLqpcZsm1ZNEKs7EILuFqUhJE_7nyIUrmbnNg_guWifPz/s400/CelebrityBangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262252658610798370" border="0" /></a><br />I don’t think I would have ever thought of requesting this style because the last time I had them was junior high in the early 90’s. And I am scarred as that was the era of the exploding bang. Carefully designed works of art, intricately styled, and making us look utterly ridiculous. (See exhibit A)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpJBoUgstWCic2KGnuf7UBKB9bIHSVTWKvmMUWZxEmzGP0EQhPw16eAEJSDuxYkgE8rV3NLA_06j5lpNt9lofHBHkOcGtcj1bCYc-WwjDcbeoi9ys1nX46I3pTmR6Qid0SZrHmOdmNNY4/s1600-h/Explodingbangs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFpJBoUgstWCic2KGnuf7UBKB9bIHSVTWKvmMUWZxEmzGP0EQhPw16eAEJSDuxYkgE8rV3NLA_06j5lpNt9lofHBHkOcGtcj1bCYc-WwjDcbeoi9ys1nX46I3pTmR6Qid0SZrHmOdmNNY4/s400/Explodingbangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262261732922071042" border="0" /></a>Okay, Go ahead and laugh, I know I have.<br /><br />Though only in my dreams could I get my hair to be as big as my junior high best friend, Krisha. (sorry Krish but those are some pretty sweet bangs and wings!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPPJCkBtCcS6k5iZdpY_y3KJuokSVcTlgefbFf3rkhqtnjjrFbvvCAZjqau67KLvex7Z24PxcIO_Z3P1lN_kMyN9qKfg1wtdVc1hiJuSGEi1V0XymxMLTFG7BW9cWU-_gqOEERcBqFATw/s1600-h/Krishabangs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPPJCkBtCcS6k5iZdpY_y3KJuokSVcTlgefbFf3rkhqtnjjrFbvvCAZjqau67KLvex7Z24PxcIO_Z3P1lN_kMyN9qKfg1wtdVc1hiJuSGEi1V0XymxMLTFG7BW9cWU-_gqOEERcBqFATw/s400/Krishabangs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262263911376183906" border="0" /></a><br />Well, I overcame this stigma and took the plunge. And to my surprise, this is the way my hair naturally wants to lay, straight forward. But, I really shouldn’t really have been surprised. Check out the evidence of my early days. (Exhibit B)<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjzwo3FMHlxhurWbYp36nT7bHa4jIfSYlg3TrBckLbMXuaFUd04RERGnydpCFlq-tpvU941vQTQBs38cD0gK9J1CnnL3nvMdpxr9xAuseRGTFDq9hDP1mabSoj4SfLQGNnj2YeAngEq0O/s1600-h/WeeBangedLisa+copy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKjzwo3FMHlxhurWbYp36nT7bHa4jIfSYlg3TrBckLbMXuaFUd04RERGnydpCFlq-tpvU941vQTQBs38cD0gK9J1CnnL3nvMdpxr9xAuseRGTFDq9hDP1mabSoj4SfLQGNnj2YeAngEq0O/s400/WeeBangedLisa+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261655467949972466" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;" >Cute as a button, I know.</span><br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-48435110990188342672008-10-26T17:38:00.006-07:002008-10-26T18:22:25.710-07:00There's a New Yarn Lady in Town<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-LtLoCG8wSRHEIC-pfLHcw-sMwfSWZj7gXTcbXN2BA5fUkxZ1jD2tyqX5hij7BsZe6Bnf3-Tmb6iJI8n5_32rSsKCTASThBGDLM8xX6psb5P66ifG-flQnUQcGhYyY1CXZdRT481iPnY/s1600-h/Anna+Laurene+knitting+at+home.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm-LtLoCG8wSRHEIC-pfLHcw-sMwfSWZj7gXTcbXN2BA5fUkxZ1jD2tyqX5hij7BsZe6Bnf3-Tmb6iJI8n5_32rSsKCTASThBGDLM8xX6psb5P66ifG-flQnUQcGhYyY1CXZdRT481iPnY/s400/Anna+Laurene+knitting+at+home.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261637295733379762" /></a><br /><br />My Grandma Arnett is a world famous knitter. . . well, okay, maybe not world famous, but she is renowned in our family. For as long as I can remember, she always had a knitting or crocheting project in her purse. She has an entire closet dedicated to the stocking of yarn and there are several favorite family stories involving her storing yarn in bizarre places, like the washing machine. If you know my Grandma, or have even met her one time, chances are you have at least SOMETHING knitted or crocheted from her. Well, I thought that it would be a shame for me not to learn this talent from her as it is obviously something she loves. So, I requested a quick lesson. She taught me a few patterns and I worked on some dish cloths. I soon tired of those and wanted to move on to bigger projects. I am almost finished with a baby blanket for Dylan and have just begun one for Cali. I am still a beginner, but I hope to someday be as good as my Grandma. It is fun, relaxing, and extremely addicting. I am grateful that I was able to learn this from my wonderful Grandma as I aspire to be just like her someday. I can now be found with a yarn project in my purse and have admittedly spent an ENTIRE day unraveling a ball of yarn that was knotted up. Incidentally, the blanket on my lap in these pictures was a given to me from Grandma. :)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71ZHwtphZY65Ns78YKx-mhU1h7oRxdPbBKu-_DCKigGladCWYE8NfDP5Rs011w9ErWcspPm7YMtdIQWEFrHyOZffVTL5tdQkiWLZixhR17R4mwqtO3VjrBNFMb9ulZWgligSja8XVE6ml/s1600-h/IMG_8455.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71ZHwtphZY65Ns78YKx-mhU1h7oRxdPbBKu-_DCKigGladCWYE8NfDP5Rs011w9ErWcspPm7YMtdIQWEFrHyOZffVTL5tdQkiWLZixhR17R4mwqtO3VjrBNFMb9ulZWgligSja8XVE6ml/s400/IMG_8455.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261633973298006274" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOrpBbv24d9H1Z-snMFmbXjUikfIl5ipNkTI0Ym-woR0LjFbj9fs4FYXFEPVoykM-9Wg5hLN1o5wRqkmchZQh_0C72Xqp_X-Y2C4iAinaU9KxFejnv80-FRe2aG18DADjcoZA1DIxX8dO/s1600-h/IMG_8452.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizOrpBbv24d9H1Z-snMFmbXjUikfIl5ipNkTI0Ym-woR0LjFbj9fs4FYXFEPVoykM-9Wg5hLN1o5wRqkmchZQh_0C72Xqp_X-Y2C4iAinaU9KxFejnv80-FRe2aG18DADjcoZA1DIxX8dO/s400/IMG_8452.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261634025298177138" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdHk7rRgnK0yS9LCtHPVx5rUZmn1md60X5a_Lh_ENoxuqBqYs_RYjTVfDRS1dE5PQ0JnwOAFR3lKSUPplbeks0HQn9s5QG471jhiuBBdIKXNmkr8vnNvYRlsQ4LYOUDpgra9EN6EDa2he/s1600-h/IMG_8468.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgdHk7rRgnK0yS9LCtHPVx5rUZmn1md60X5a_Lh_ENoxuqBqYs_RYjTVfDRS1dE5PQ0JnwOAFR3lKSUPplbeks0HQn9s5QG471jhiuBBdIKXNmkr8vnNvYRlsQ4LYOUDpgra9EN6EDa2he/s400/IMG_8468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261634013970673362" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-89558599695936653452008-10-14T12:50:00.004-07:002008-10-14T12:57:33.744-07:00You Run?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpJER1VDLIUCD3rkOiSZD271L_3wCruDMG0voZPUR5Fp6fDauP8drkYz8X-JMgDZIOmvz_HeCV1ITiqiLZd93R5TMQL3BP6bJKctRwBSKmd-kU51vAHagrQE2eulCw5CSolCnV1PidX3_/s1600-h/getmotivated200.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpJER1VDLIUCD3rkOiSZD271L_3wCruDMG0voZPUR5Fp6fDauP8drkYz8X-JMgDZIOmvz_HeCV1ITiqiLZd93R5TMQL3BP6bJKctRwBSKmd-kU51vAHagrQE2eulCw5CSolCnV1PidX3_/s400/getmotivated200.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257100902452493074" /></a><br /><span xmlns=''><p>One of the greatest dialogues ever spontaneously spoken occurred between my cousin Staci and me. Several months ago, I headed with Staci and her two children to San Diego to relax on the beach and frolic in the California sun. In preparation for this trip, I purchased a running skort that I planned on using as a swimsuit cover up. This basically consisted of lycra shorts with an attached short skirt on top of it. It is intended for running, but I loved it for a cover up because it was longer than traditional swim skirts and I really liked that it had the shorts built in. On the drive out to California, I told Staci about my new find and she thought it sounded perfect. So on a short pit-stop at Target to let the kids out of the car for awhile, she purchased her own pair.<br /></p><p>Later, while at the beach, I got out my skort and was putting it on when I declared, "I've decided that I am going to actually wear these for running." Staci got excited about this statement and proclaimed, "I was thinking the SAME THING!" She then went on to recite all of the reasons why she thought this skort would be perfect for running in. As she went down her list, my eyes got wide with excitement, "You run?" I questioned. She cast her eyes downward to the sand and said ashamed, "No." My eyes followed hers downward as I sighed, "Yeah, me neither."<br /></p><p>We instantly burst out laughing and Staci spewed blue Powerade all over the beach as we realized how ridiculous we were. <br /></p><p>We might not run, but if we ever did, we know what we'll be wearing. . . .<br /></p><p>Well, recently I have got out that skort and started running. Well more accurately jog-walking. It started because a massage client of mine has been coming in weekly in preparation for a marathon that she is going to run. Many moons ago, before my mission, I ran almost every day and really wanted to try and run a marathon. It never happened but it is on my life list of things I want to do. Well, this client inspired me and I realized that there is no reason why I can't start running and train for a marathon now. I have been taking it slow, but my goal is to be able to run the ½ marathon in Tempe in January and maybe run a full one sometime next year. It is a lofty goal, but I know that I am capable of it. <br /></p><p>And I am proud to report, that the skort is just as perfect for running as we predicted it would be. </p></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqi_MJtC_2J00fbi3YDekWIwhSmk4q9jHPsfnm0yBh5wvGJjJvyzMGZzD0LTdVP11sRqzrElJEErc9d6r-TulW0YuAgjzror1morgs7TSn1oFbmU1Q44R7z5rvICzBVv-j4raUMPTPQDL7/s1600-h/41LfYzUfgzL.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqi_MJtC_2J00fbi3YDekWIwhSmk4q9jHPsfnm0yBh5wvGJjJvyzMGZzD0LTdVP11sRqzrElJEErc9d6r-TulW0YuAgjzror1morgs7TSn1oFbmU1Q44R7z5rvICzBVv-j4raUMPTPQDL7/s200/41LfYzUfgzL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257101015985950578" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-62260941573530890152008-09-05T10:40:00.004-07:002008-09-17T19:35:28.646-07:00The Fam - Look How Cute We AreSerious.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBv__YAStm6oh1ITp_QxEuAMEEZjOOUxfYzNBxSHBs9r9T2qG1esVqbTlmFlwV1uYIUIVaiNwt6hCWlOWXvDM2Aqq5wV_P5YfTkuMs6BhyphenhyphenSBBARTIBtQEpOTw_bcCZJfV-bV_9eHxSl2p/s1600-h/IMG_7905.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLBv__YAStm6oh1ITp_QxEuAMEEZjOOUxfYzNBxSHBs9r9T2qG1esVqbTlmFlwV1uYIUIVaiNwt6hCWlOWXvDM2Aqq5wV_P5YfTkuMs6BhyphenhyphenSBBARTIBtQEpOTw_bcCZJfV-bV_9eHxSl2p/s400/IMG_7905.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242594654748017938" /></a><br /><br />Seriously Fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig90QpPTwkSdogiDXxnpuLcw8A6b7u53fDg4NOJnOQ1i3sZdMactbACJIHLmtcI_cKVD0CQG43kpxvhlhkMMxyAZBoxdAyzOgTrfm_DWaBE2YBtDO5PdaD3zek-y6s09vVafMtUpueDwk-/s1600-h/IMG_7911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig90QpPTwkSdogiDXxnpuLcw8A6b7u53fDg4NOJnOQ1i3sZdMactbACJIHLmtcI_cKVD0CQG43kpxvhlhkMMxyAZBoxdAyzOgTrfm_DWaBE2YBtDO5PdaD3zek-y6s09vVafMtUpueDwk-/s400/IMG_7911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242594657933684498" /></a><br /><br />Sept. 17 Edit:<br />Is this better Ryan?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vrfqcjvzwuYzwEQwdO3s11thmmolMreCGVhLFDfEKX7BO6gD1pmCZBC6l-tXl4LFcubcZrbmFqHQBdfm1ac784blfT6c_xl-ImfklHgVcnFs1MTq3R87UrKzc0Xw4NhH9JPILFWRCrOX/s1600-h/n6006320_39453556_8496.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4vrfqcjvzwuYzwEQwdO3s11thmmolMreCGVhLFDfEKX7BO6gD1pmCZBC6l-tXl4LFcubcZrbmFqHQBdfm1ac784blfT6c_xl-ImfklHgVcnFs1MTq3R87UrKzc0Xw4NhH9JPILFWRCrOX/s400/n6006320_39453556_8496.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247182778829862690" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-54623448765027546022008-08-19T09:16:00.003-07:002008-08-19T11:34:15.428-07:00I Would Die For That<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqfGqOx2iDQ&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-77061575126784267562008-08-14T11:21:00.008-07:002008-10-14T13:22:46.731-07:00Until Next Year SYTYCDCONGRATULATIONS JOSH!! WE LOVED YOU!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrDurKusyYY55Q9tsuO-UNVhfK4wUSo_llgfekrXCo3LVeDbeSivR8r05tpqYVYMlXvukrWDn-lE3UDHmagQoo-wCjS4P38e2ha0x03wNaqEvAErKfzHO0btXxiX8GXFFzSzG9iTZj9tC/s1600-h/win_u1h0013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTrDurKusyYY55Q9tsuO-UNVhfK4wUSo_llgfekrXCo3LVeDbeSivR8r05tpqYVYMlXvukrWDn-lE3UDHmagQoo-wCjS4P38e2ha0x03wNaqEvAErKfzHO0btXxiX8GXFFzSzG9iTZj9tC/s400/win_u1h0013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234490502252676722" /></a><br /><br />Well, it's been a great season. I loved so many parts of it. There were so many great dances that it's hard to pick my favorite. But my favorite Mary Murphy moment by FAR is this one. <br /><object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0igO_5gyLe0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0igO_5gyLe0&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object><br />The dance is one of my favs of the season but if you go to 2:15 and watch what Mary says. . . <br />I laugh until I cry EVERYTIME!! Heart. . . . Soul. . . Bahahahahahahahaha!!! And Joshua's face is PRICELESS!!<br /><br />It was weird last night not to have a SYTYCD party. I miss it already. Kiera & Ericka came over almost every single Wednesday and Thursday, Nate came several times, and Mom, Dad, Eileen, Rylee, and Kamry came for the finale and it was a blast. Until next year. . ..Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-27712119247205601902008-08-14T11:03:00.004-07:002008-08-14T11:14:27.904-07:00An old friend from my childhood. . .<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgcyQhZM2Uej_itqAR1IUveSdupoqJETpnx2LmbKHqmhHYLdGAIxXB4Fcjm8NxUlXmaOkW2LiYWYldo0NInl5TE7Hp1n-kpVS-TpOse7_4vmWPczaypTGvu-9Y5185OA696T918_UIGlh/s1600-h/d4e5.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgcyQhZM2Uej_itqAR1IUveSdupoqJETpnx2LmbKHqmhHYLdGAIxXB4Fcjm8NxUlXmaOkW2LiYWYldo0NInl5TE7Hp1n-kpVS-TpOse7_4vmWPczaypTGvu-9Y5185OA696T918_UIGlh/s320/d4e5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234437760918533746" /></a><br /><br />Anne of Green Gables. I recently picked up the first book and started reading it again. Man, I forgot how much I love Anne, Marilla, Matthew, Gilbert and all the others on Prince Edward Island. I have all six books from the series, but I confess I have only ever read the first one. My real love of these stories comes from the movies/mini-series they made in the 80's. It's 8 hours of pure joy. I often watched it when I was sick as that was the only time I had that much time to devote to it. I haven't seen the movie in over a decade and now am determined to find it on DVD. I could have an Anne Party!! Also, my lifelong desire to visit Prince Edward Island has been reignited. This is the 100th year since the printing of the first book so they are having all sorts of festivities there. This would have been the year to go. . . *sigh*<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEN3KuA6aHjBL5PBY-eg90BYJIcIGzD3cteFnNHnGEm1BrIxzkx9jWoWebcFOx48i4btTcjPKbGmzx0k21meLjqqVmNdGY5kUUFoTCoiQCO9I-Xa-WPxV5xRgTViOK6V6wlX0EcY0XXuuu/s1600-h/1087030169_ad2ec7c3b4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEN3KuA6aHjBL5PBY-eg90BYJIcIGzD3cteFnNHnGEm1BrIxzkx9jWoWebcFOx48i4btTcjPKbGmzx0k21meLjqqVmNdGY5kUUFoTCoiQCO9I-Xa-WPxV5xRgTViOK6V6wlX0EcY0XXuuu/s400/1087030169_ad2ec7c3b4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234438236139804994" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-90032472355371116092008-08-14T10:05:00.005-07:002008-08-14T10:28:43.735-07:00FlagstaffSo Darshon had this incredible hankering to get out of the heat and up into the pine trees and I am so glad she did. We went up just for one night last weekend and it was a perfect trip. Saturday afternoon a big thunderstorm came in and it rained for just an hour or so and then it was sunny and glorious and cool. We shopped and ate outside. We stayed in a "haunted" hotel, The Monte Vista. Though we never saw any ghosts, we did stay in The Robert Englund room who played Freddy Krueger. Hahaha!! Love the orange walls. What you don't see is the gold metallic border on the top. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBc2RIP-bkHYBoDBrOSxvn3m35U3a7PNkEkwhyphenhyphencXk468LZXb1B7RgjAHRAntBv-ZhroNyw-5E9Ce0zzYWrxhGR6N3zP7dhnwxbAnZTuE7DVbn4mvf3raVZe7f7jSjbukfJ9Y_3-SZefFD/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBc2RIP-bkHYBoDBrOSxvn3m35U3a7PNkEkwhyphenhyphencXk468LZXb1B7RgjAHRAntBv-ZhroNyw-5E9Ce0zzYWrxhGR6N3zP7dhnwxbAnZTuE7DVbn4mvf3raVZe7f7jSjbukfJ9Y_3-SZefFD/s320/051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234426511080793106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjC2nRU8wp2lLw0sxN9ODZC59OsrBLtdBIkcwb6lVY9bJz9ppDA2yT22ZhjJ5iLO9MT1lC9i8i2gn1D9H5JwBhwMwSRWk3Q6wU9YBejGn3fnnnziJ5y-6o3XGeIYs3Im0BYIILSWNzIpm/s1600-h/039b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjC2nRU8wp2lLw0sxN9ODZC59OsrBLtdBIkcwb6lVY9bJz9ppDA2yT22ZhjJ5iLO9MT1lC9i8i2gn1D9H5JwBhwMwSRWk3Q6wU9YBejGn3fnnnziJ5y-6o3XGeIYs3Im0BYIILSWNzIpm/s400/039b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234424879582480210" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxY2U5tuLNE806LmcuO44aAx8PtZVQapdxcNlBY9ZuRGgdClSsBw1BSxzQGJWdohAf2w0BH0QlSQhcnWRDoNGzaXbv5sfYPC3DJN041Ab_WGTJe5d3wHpvrJ_diCjQhCz-Vtqy6Vj7bURO/s1600-h/042b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxY2U5tuLNE806LmcuO44aAx8PtZVQapdxcNlBY9ZuRGgdClSsBw1BSxzQGJWdohAf2w0BH0QlSQhcnWRDoNGzaXbv5sfYPC3DJN041Ab_WGTJe5d3wHpvrJ_diCjQhCz-Vtqy6Vj7bURO/s400/042b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234424883236212914" /></a><br />The highlight for me: Touring the Riordan Mansion. It was 13,000 square feet of Arts & Crafts style wonderfulness. I don't know what it is about old houses that makes my heart sing. And especially one as unique as this with so much history and beauty. It is preserved so wonderfully with original furnishings from the home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLftZDzM1lA7tluBr4gqkLt7T_etSwu6lMV5o4PHESI0_aKrgNc8BA_RpavG2zlcFES8A_vZoUzcfafGy20UNEhVB_eACXbHvNHHT-ZBFTWG3J1WuIUyiqaDHncJjqBC39vd2r4o64BZy/s1600-h/066b.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqLftZDzM1lA7tluBr4gqkLt7T_etSwu6lMV5o4PHESI0_aKrgNc8BA_RpavG2zlcFES8A_vZoUzcfafGy20UNEhVB_eACXbHvNHHT-ZBFTWG3J1WuIUyiqaDHncJjqBC39vd2r4o64BZy/s400/066b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234424880590489506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VOhVPSO0_vqbsqO03IvhBYtiGXk5YT5X0jd0jlvPaoX1Y6YdcpiGvWI3J4yil4dSikde4ew-fNU6E1QqqCy2JmRQu5IZh3-zwhyphenhyphenWCCdA3iet-2eagMGw2UOm8pjlTjN1_o-CXFzrbdmc/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1VOhVPSO0_vqbsqO03IvhBYtiGXk5YT5X0jd0jlvPaoX1Y6YdcpiGvWI3J4yil4dSikde4ew-fNU6E1QqqCy2JmRQu5IZh3-zwhyphenhyphenWCCdA3iet-2eagMGw2UOm8pjlTjN1_o-CXFzrbdmc/s400/055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234424898259729714" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-13473824093623756512008-08-14T09:52:00.006-07:002008-09-13T10:59:15.418-07:00The Lewis Family Visits!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulJfBsAYa26E58Vl7uR0Evmr4iXFt9lG7A1O5ORw56S7G7UFfPa8M0tbf5dPnse2ZEvketxqVn3Zv8Be4cAiRlLJlJZqkWXPMb3owRlabSq70d1VnU-bNFWwfB6Heou4ulT_qQLS-oUrn/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhulJfBsAYa26E58Vl7uR0Evmr4iXFt9lG7A1O5ORw56S7G7UFfPa8M0tbf5dPnse2ZEvketxqVn3Zv8Be4cAiRlLJlJZqkWXPMb3owRlabSq70d1VnU-bNFWwfB6Heou4ulT_qQLS-oUrn/s400/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245565677236081010" /></a><br />A few weekends ago, Ryan & Jenny & Zaiden came for a visit. We had so much fun with them. It was so wonderful to have a baby in the house. Moco got really jealous of Z because he didn't like someone coming in and taking the baby role. We went to sunsplash on Monday with Jake & Diane and kids and had a blast. I only wish that I had taken more pictures! I didn't take a single picture with me or Jenny in it. Next time.<br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T9-tn_gK3ys6VCG8ZBsSCtkDVmeMmYCRxIlcFAkKJV8Qb8bokmYC4vgr5mBbluGb9Lfh1MP8PlZl34TA44Rfsb3dAiF_tWZm99n4XMXcoGwwgFz71OVeuJqhwxzodWeFIiIP7g_23Ejt/s1600-h/035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6T9-tn_gK3ys6VCG8ZBsSCtkDVmeMmYCRxIlcFAkKJV8Qb8bokmYC4vgr5mBbluGb9Lfh1MP8PlZl34TA44Rfsb3dAiF_tWZm99n4XMXcoGwwgFz71OVeuJqhwxzodWeFIiIP7g_23Ejt/s400/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245566843894349586" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-66354183328741026782008-08-14T09:46:00.003-07:002008-08-16T15:59:10.762-07:00Finally! Another Post!So, I know you're supposed to blog periodically and consistently, but consistency has never really been one of my strong points. I am going to try to post more regular, but for now, you may just get a whole bunch of posts all in one day and then not see another post for a few months. Oh, well. That's just how I roll. . . .Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-30461037778095594672008-06-05T10:52:00.004-07:002008-06-05T10:59:41.837-07:00Photobooth Fun<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFDgImzZogvuM5sIedkMEHwJkIiBpmeCFgepdRAXXrAC6bNcqbGhc38DHPIiIBzgM6mjVjVaQaGjxk5N0_I5jNys3zcPYwPYucHf4PTLsSNFgcqAEQYio19skbVLu64Mj5cFlU7zWSlej/s1600-h/Photobooth1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwFDgImzZogvuM5sIedkMEHwJkIiBpmeCFgepdRAXXrAC6bNcqbGhc38DHPIiIBzgM6mjVjVaQaGjxk5N0_I5jNys3zcPYwPYucHf4PTLsSNFgcqAEQYio19skbVLu64Mj5cFlU7zWSlej/s320/Photobooth1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458207962708690" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iJ7iSJwadm-sVy1ZM1_185Cd6mm_4ba9fT9CRDi1uIvFKV6fd-JM8NR5HAJfCtvlkxp5oisc80w_wbOMYPI2mIolBbkKoAwG_uIgfWSLUwsHfhLrXHjJZja7uA2cifY5ML6sidtX7rBG/s1600-h/Photobooth2.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5iJ7iSJwadm-sVy1ZM1_185Cd6mm_4ba9fT9CRDi1uIvFKV6fd-JM8NR5HAJfCtvlkxp5oisc80w_wbOMYPI2mIolBbkKoAwG_uIgfWSLUwsHfhLrXHjJZja7uA2cifY5ML6sidtX7rBG/s320/Photobooth2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458222113536834" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxEa5uuLkl8zEefFVUFuMYpahMdOea-sz_Yjv3qZ62pw0RhpZzAQNdzS3F-n-9ZPvFgsSp-WBJuz2LUR4Gr_gJB-X70YuYgjLZJVtU6PcI1Humyj0JnE85Zenox8UUh49njTKCYPCEFTa/s1600-h/PhotoboothColor.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcxEa5uuLkl8zEefFVUFuMYpahMdOea-sz_Yjv3qZ62pw0RhpZzAQNdzS3F-n-9ZPvFgsSp-WBJuz2LUR4Gr_gJB-X70YuYgjLZJVtU6PcI1Humyj0JnE85Zenox8UUh49njTKCYPCEFTa/s320/PhotoboothColor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208458228711791554" /></a><br /><br />There is something about photobooth pictures that are so fun. I just love these. I'm not sure why Heath thinks he's a gangster though.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-60376582181045460642008-06-01T22:08:00.010-07:002008-06-02T08:45:45.544-07:00My Babies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzQKrPDxbMD-jM4GX7zabOubvMAWTgxQ2-HeROzFFa9tewb2M6PNOx8kynxQTKNmn4QqXPdYu8POvVLwCqa7Uc1YHalC-O6CJspHN0Hgv52Fpt6HTb8xonnPQPlPmdLh-Riy3vE6GWf51/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglzQKrPDxbMD-jM4GX7zabOubvMAWTgxQ2-HeROzFFa9tewb2M6PNOx8kynxQTKNmn4QqXPdYu8POvVLwCqa7Uc1YHalC-O6CJspHN0Hgv52Fpt6HTb8xonnPQPlPmdLh-Riy3vE6GWf51/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207149740039753106" /></a>Lucas & Moco, the furry loves of my life. To some it may seem ridiculous how much I baby them and love them, but I will say that they have saved my emotional life. They are small bundles of love that can satisfy some of the void that comes from being childless. They are something for me to cuddle and nurture and love. Perhaps I am crazy, A good portion of my day is spent serenading the dogs with songs I've made up about them. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5D_2ErRdLm-Hm-fKvcu2C_v3vFLupW7zn2sAH-1hgdjgJe94M9JvzHPlY-28MGPbAoi6IddxIQyYRQSlacFK6Q98Y0yuSpFiagx-6u5zZ-CBwqLqx-K9qPkZ6TVakXTxKCOe9t69riOlK/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5D_2ErRdLm-Hm-fKvcu2C_v3vFLupW7zn2sAH-1hgdjgJe94M9JvzHPlY-28MGPbAoi6IddxIQyYRQSlacFK6Q98Y0yuSpFiagx-6u5zZ-CBwqLqx-K9qPkZ6TVakXTxKCOe9t69riOlK/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207150367007842226" /></a>Lucas holds an extra special place in my heart as he was the first one to heal it. He came to me when we were still living in the dungeon and at the time, my Dad would not allow me to get a dog while we were living there. One day while at lunch with my Dad, I started talking about how hard it was to not have children and I started crying. A few weeks later, he brought Lucas home to me. :) He is such a softy. :) I love my Dad so much. And now, I think he loves the dogs more than I do sometimes. . and they definitely love him the most!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsHr13TSdDYfzMJ5kDmlizywo2RciW6yIvUmt5DZB_kxgokJJ76K3pyRBv8vZEUus0sVR8-Mux42Ak2ScktXjCO-Tnj2kcl-o3aoNxnvvcRkYzta3zxu8LZJ40um3W950R42mfcxBSteJ/s1600-h/Christmas+2006+084b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihsHr13TSdDYfzMJ5kDmlizywo2RciW6yIvUmt5DZB_kxgokJJ76K3pyRBv8vZEUus0sVR8-Mux42Ak2ScktXjCO-Tnj2kcl-o3aoNxnvvcRkYzta3zxu8LZJ40um3W950R42mfcxBSteJ/s320/Christmas+2006+084b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207151899468751874" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-68407938083398814992008-06-01T21:55:00.003-07:002008-06-01T22:06:57.492-07:00I heart SYTYCD<div>For anyone that knows me, it's no secret that I love So, You Think You Can Dance. I don't know what it is about this show, but I have watched every season faithfully and I love everything about it. I even went to a couple live tapings when we lived in Cali. I think that dancing is in my soul, even though I don't dance at all. I will be watching it every week and would like to extend an open invitation to anyone who would like to drive out to the QC for a SYTYCD party every Thursday. Just let me know that you are coming. Maybe I will even whip up some cookies! :) </div><br /><script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.fox.com/o/4819068df229de45/48437d36cfa4a428/481926120232d016/de047dfc/widget.js"></script>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-65805286745931078602008-06-01T18:08:00.001-07:002008-06-01T21:44:32.878-07:00Our New House<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtGCeGpvGDhRRhMPPCCkuy-Bo_8PtZ8Rc9zDTTBcFHujKYi7IWFeS0RzCCitjZYXZMMF6cfv_A6C-L-s6cAm_XeavGKYMSMcCUBcRTj7Cb4_VlNOhrWQDarXc6lHElaOP_HPYd4ddv22S/s1600-h/House+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbtGCeGpvGDhRRhMPPCCkuy-Bo_8PtZ8Rc9zDTTBcFHujKYi7IWFeS0RzCCitjZYXZMMF6cfv_A6C-L-s6cAm_XeavGKYMSMcCUBcRTj7Cb4_VlNOhrWQDarXc6lHElaOP_HPYd4ddv22S/s400/House+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207087290147278434" /></a>So, the most exciting thing in our life right now is that we just moved into our brand new home this past weekend. It is our first home and we are excited to finally be in it. It was a fun experience picking out all of the design elements and watching it being built. We had perfect weather last weekend and had great helpers. We are mostly moved in, but it will be a slow process decorating it and making it perfect. So far, WE LOVE IT!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxMJiVfw0-xNbfHXWFg4WyzdNqdnIiWSUdaVawsGaJzdcK4F7GvP9z_G7lSSLuZptD8DiP25IPJx3GhCNH0SYE0H7fgi0wUb5JiCU54AOZVJGUV2HhyphenhyphencM0t2XcN0Wd_Ja00TFm1anM4Om/s1600-h/111b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJxMJiVfw0-xNbfHXWFg4WyzdNqdnIiWSUdaVawsGaJzdcK4F7GvP9z_G7lSSLuZptD8DiP25IPJx3GhCNH0SYE0H7fgi0wUb5JiCU54AOZVJGUV2HhyphenhyphencM0t2XcN0Wd_Ja00TFm1anM4Om/s320/111b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207092974035189442" /></a>The night that we got our keys, Mom, Amy, Josh, Steve, & Kiera all came over and brought Rigatony's take out. We ate on a card table and camping chairs in the middle of the living room. We just talked and laughed all night in our empty house. It was super fun and felt like we were camping. What a good memory! I have a great family!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970776297752595727.post-30805144060545996592008-06-01T17:07:00.000-07:002008-06-01T17:16:25.512-07:00My first Post!!!I have wanted to start a blog for a very long time. Two years ago I created one, posted one time and then forgot about it. I know that no one is surprised by that. One of the reasons I never really felt like doing a blog was because most people just fill it with pictures of their adorable children because of course they are fun to look at and do and say hilarious things. But I realized that even though there are no kids in our family yet, our life is still fun and I want to share that and want to record our life for our future children. Also, Staci started her blog, and I can't let her outdo me! haha!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06152667907775759445noreply@blogger.com0