tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11869418366898904062024-03-20T20:44:45.688-04:00Lovin LifeMy Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-66001592184237539862010-04-24T21:40:00.009-04:002010-04-24T22:18:00.228-04:00Happy 1st Birthday AlexI haven't been on in awhile so I figured this is the perfect <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occasion</span> to come back on.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ERIVekgOnHDAJa8wo6oA6bir7JTt8m3zdltgASbWVWlqBaQre0Lj5n9PpXGiIt8WaBTT8dbcQv-YiIOEmf21aApURAgYyOtgis2imfF3aVcAtQo-suRUXWZhdgpLklBf6nl9A4PSQHwc/s1600/IMG_1629.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463891403232297506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ERIVekgOnHDAJa8wo6oA6bir7JTt8m3zdltgASbWVWlqBaQre0Lj5n9PpXGiIt8WaBTT8dbcQv-YiIOEmf21aApURAgYyOtgis2imfF3aVcAtQo-suRUXWZhdgpLklBf6nl9A4PSQHwc/s320/IMG_1629.JPG" /></a> <div>This little cherub is my grandson Alex and today is his first birthday. I can't believe he's one already. Time sure does fly. This <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span>' guy makes dreary days better!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwFo5iop2YbSM4fPhtnsBrQQAvQJmAM3MD1snCrV4vkCXD7HEVaOBp4Z3UFBWkeW0i9XWzNs0VD4AgCH_6SIP2LnORCxHir6pynLcRLOVUajIaREAuFUZfZhFdyInjeELWeRgMGLY65rV/s1600/IMG_1613.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463890762352734450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjwFo5iop2YbSM4fPhtnsBrQQAvQJmAM3MD1snCrV4vkCXD7HEVaOBp4Z3UFBWkeW0i9XWzNs0VD4AgCH_6SIP2LnORCxHir6pynLcRLOVUajIaREAuFUZfZhFdyInjeELWeRgMGLY65rV/s320/IMG_1613.JPG" /></a> The cake. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mmmmmm</span> this sure is good<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VpPVztIHGNB_Eg1JH2Az2lW6YmHHCdWeoNaxWBgKocTjQd9uYeArNYlbWAtNY6m5puB3NwwObmZHnvcMTSbLyE3np4YMac4MtWL9X4vt8CmhyphenhyphenfOKVdmwRDJdTx0SMWt4KYRnzj0IJXWA/s1600/IMG_1636.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463890335107947378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VpPVztIHGNB_Eg1JH2Az2lW6YmHHCdWeoNaxWBgKocTjQd9uYeArNYlbWAtNY6m5puB3NwwObmZHnvcMTSbLyE3np4YMac4MtWL9X4vt8CmhyphenhyphenfOKVdmwRDJdTx0SMWt4KYRnzj0IJXWA/s320/IMG_1636.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Awful tasty!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjHOWFGcWfRzMzI9yTm559iDNEndVEhA9MM_jFkGGX_Kg5QcssJDuagOYqwAAJF5JHbpOhRnuvFUDd6YM4iRzqkDTK1LT8WSM7b9ACK-_TXDAf5lp0AxA7mpr8PySPTHBT3GIDaSqQxor/s1600/IMG_1639.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463889568437571378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKjHOWFGcWfRzMzI9yTm559iDNEndVEhA9MM_jFkGGX_Kg5QcssJDuagOYqwAAJF5JHbpOhRnuvFUDd6YM4iRzqkDTK1LT8WSM7b9ACK-_TXDAf5lp0AxA7mpr8PySPTHBT3GIDaSqQxor/s320/IMG_1639.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />I'll just share a little with my feet<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCow8WHbrqTQUMF_JdrC6dC1QGciIdFDsOGw8NJCxVHjesqcs80NFV8VUhAxBf4bbl2een7NKeCJ4Kk-R-0bqymqErDagQQz41HbqS6FSkrm-PYsUP62_A68UNXUMQG8yJ_-APevZr0597/s1600/IMG_1661.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463888900788688242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCow8WHbrqTQUMF_JdrC6dC1QGciIdFDsOGw8NJCxVHjesqcs80NFV8VUhAxBf4bbl2een7NKeCJ4Kk-R-0bqymqErDagQQz41HbqS6FSkrm-PYsUP62_A68UNXUMQG8yJ_-APevZr0597/s320/IMG_1661.JPG" /></a> I Swear I didn't put my feet in the cake!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRc4K3bMCHcqcJJ52xofUyugX79q7UiGV7r17lQ89XrWXfZ2e-qfBmHXp4Cxx3OPEnabHQhrzRQM0fyFbK7JoVmzlSdDoQpyKb0TVGNIbQ3iPBgP3rT6nHv9HEVP9dyECTurxvEGK0y3T1/s1600/IMG_1665.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463888335132926338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRc4K3bMCHcqcJJ52xofUyugX79q7UiGV7r17lQ89XrWXfZ2e-qfBmHXp4Cxx3OPEnabHQhrzRQM0fyFbK7JoVmzlSdDoQpyKb0TVGNIbQ3iPBgP3rT6nHv9HEVP9dyECTurxvEGK0y3T1/s320/IMG_1665.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Man that was fun<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGF4btm91PHDKoPHPepojtzUWdbf9ApfAIqFbCSkw0lLUivo8lxjA-DvrcqBnmXVKICX_CKlHCnvVjtkZctMuR3eeuQcUPvUWF2TAIVuQct8quNPGnQDHXHVPj0e5IsLXvdMjyNu1Rsuk/s1600/IMG_1666.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463887261000638578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzGF4btm91PHDKoPHPepojtzUWdbf9ApfAIqFbCSkw0lLUivo8lxjA-DvrcqBnmXVKICX_CKlHCnvVjtkZctMuR3eeuQcUPvUWF2TAIVuQct8quNPGnQDHXHVPj0e5IsLXvdMjyNu1Rsuk/s320/IMG_1666.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />and all is well with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span>' man.</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzfv4JizKrSLU9j08XAomnYo3dRXknb5ihyphenhyphendDGu1KcRNdzsFkwV72TXfXnKPCZ9ssm-xBk6oX4Gr_z1hYKHb6Vdw6qrPRzrepZQRtLUwCCVg38oW3JJ-PsTN-5tLLCeqeBegLmAFWuLTj/s1600/IMG_1624.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463884919730528578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAzfv4JizKrSLU9j08XAomnYo3dRXknb5ihyphenhyphendDGu1KcRNdzsFkwV72TXfXnKPCZ9ssm-xBk6oX4Gr_z1hYKHb6Vdw6qrPRzrepZQRtLUwCCVg38oW3JJ-PsTN-5tLLCeqeBegLmAFWuLTj/s320/IMG_1624.JPG" /></a> Happy Birthday sweetie I Love you!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-40265101886383255532010-02-11T20:36:00.005-05:002010-02-11T20:50:05.490-05:00Ashley gets her ringMy soon to be Son in law surprised my daughter at work today be proposing during the lunch rush at her work. We already started <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">planninng</span> the wedding but he hadn't got her a ring yet.<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Sooooo</span> today he called me to say he got the ring and was on his way to her job. Nope stop and get me first I have camera and will travel. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75Ru7F9_WlsCC_nbw3fmq04c4ZHd4mINCtHRkyeYw-4ZP0PoTLo5ZzHBoDFhBHI48fZKRu2YEIYIwvOOjLbCkoQexEl46maguovCWZZp5LJGysDyhccaYAM8r1CmMwgNcX3WAYr0RYBvq/s1600-h/IMG_1543.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437166129515379586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj75Ru7F9_WlsCC_nbw3fmq04c4ZHd4mINCtHRkyeYw-4ZP0PoTLo5ZzHBoDFhBHI48fZKRu2YEIYIwvOOjLbCkoQexEl46maguovCWZZp5LJGysDyhccaYAM8r1CmMwgNcX3WAYr0RYBvq/s320/IMG_1543.JPG" border="0" /></a> One knee <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ahhhhhhhhh</span>! Wouldn't take the hood off Tyler is SUPER emotional.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEirRNS1neS3gq7kmIBZWoOabsG0Pp_k6qnnTfgOzjWdOEPxN7XGSk4OULXdebkaykhgI_hUHrIV1iF8YJsJrSpZCBeHkbj3AAvMujVZfvAk9Lw48f0uTbq02vHaLMCfANIb5hBYh-6uf7/s1600-h/IMG_1544.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437165734124593954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEirRNS1neS3gq7kmIBZWoOabsG0Pp_k6qnnTfgOzjWdOEPxN7XGSk4OULXdebkaykhgI_hUHrIV1iF8YJsJrSpZCBeHkbj3AAvMujVZfvAk9Lw48f0uTbq02vHaLMCfANIb5hBYh-6uf7/s320/IMG_1544.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Ring. Yes, yes, yes. very loud<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-f4mxsNxH9Bs4YmJ1MnfAQSDqsHNU0W78AZlEe59BpjwgReIahgBwtr_OpYIJp2eOLhHq5vkisF6QWWrLL3cc28S-vuEo4F0VvZALe1d4mFF7_87_UJuPUH1xzndPqAnvo6QpCwlXSbG/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437165322316881778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf-f4mxsNxH9Bs4YmJ1MnfAQSDqsHNU0W78AZlEe59BpjwgReIahgBwtr_OpYIJp2eOLhHq5vkisF6QWWrLL3cc28S-vuEo4F0VvZALe1d4mFF7_87_UJuPUH1xzndPqAnvo6QpCwlXSbG/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The Happy couple. Did I tell you I'm planning the wedding also. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Bridesmaid's</span> dresses almost everyone still have 2 . Tux Rentals still have 3 screaming midget mother 1 yep that's me!!<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-14337253065507571272009-12-01T21:38:00.004-05:002009-12-01T21:57:53.502-05:00Thanksgiving Eve and Thanksgiving DayIn an earlier post I was telling everyone about the memories of my mom in the kitchen. This year I made us a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pitcher</span> of Strawberry Sangria's, got out the albums ( yes I still have a record player ) cranked the music up and we finished the last of the food for Thanksgiving. We laughed ourselves silly. My daughter Ashley came over with her ham, I showed her how to make an Apricot Brandy glaze, fixed her a drink and laughed and danced WOW what a good time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoGb1StVMP7oZqLAt7KIjEEHATvi5WbBQ7RUBLnMmxP0FjzIEYmCwAbfGIMAtmtqmkIo0b_dG4KFo1nbdhJuxy_Rqa9v6wANUN7Tu_7UZAhjvvCyDWxPHLUFCweIXQMoM5WuKR20Y8N3L/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410463386726662978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQoGb1StVMP7oZqLAt7KIjEEHATvi5WbBQ7RUBLnMmxP0FjzIEYmCwAbfGIMAtmtqmkIo0b_dG4KFo1nbdhJuxy_Rqa9v6wANUN7Tu_7UZAhjvvCyDWxPHLUFCweIXQMoM5WuKR20Y8N3L/s320/004.JPG" /></a> Thanksgiving Day -<br />All the family came over what a wonderful time. Ashley's ham turned out great she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surprised</span> me with a green bean casserole yummy.Extra guest arrived,ate, helped clean up. I got to bed around 11:30PM had to be at work at 4:30 AM ( Black Friday ) got home at 4:30 PM man was I tired. I'm just now catching up on my blog. I hope <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">everyone</span> had a holiday wonderful holiday. I did!!My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-78549662604323132202009-12-01T20:38:00.012-05:002009-12-01T21:37:27.978-05:00Making Tim his pumpkin pie'sThis year in our garden my husband Tim and I decided to try our hand at pumpkins. I promised him that if they grew i would make him pumpkin pies at Thanksgiving.And so the story begins the pumpkin vines took over our back yard. We got about 15 large pumpkins.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiJ1YoPT1F-kP7QeFyJQOQ9S9VdRWTuaMkaXXcaZzd18IQA6D6rrB_OUfC7AVQLKD-KOOuIMV74O-EQRq5FYzDTtpWEmS0gxb0Ap5su0iYMXuZJf_XmMxxvzdOuI_dVZcitBSWuya6arb/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410458810004440978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOiJ1YoPT1F-kP7QeFyJQOQ9S9VdRWTuaMkaXXcaZzd18IQA6D6rrB_OUfC7AVQLKD-KOOuIMV74O-EQRq5FYzDTtpWEmS0gxb0Ap5su0iYMXuZJf_XmMxxvzdOuI_dVZcitBSWuya6arb/s320/003.JPG" /></a> The beginning of his pride and joy<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJMyutDFdzvXgZiadorOKgn0RRX2KI41G18wM-BJW-nFbFpv74da61yMIT5osFpu8qwT8mHPfpoZFddw0Nf_A2fWslCgWmclmM17QhztL4_tQ8jDtAsoLXpV6sBGVieIuYuOC8Oc_9CDO/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410458251175851618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJMyutDFdzvXgZiadorOKgn0RRX2KI41G18wM-BJW-nFbFpv74da61yMIT5osFpu8qwT8mHPfpoZFddw0Nf_A2fWslCgWmclmM17QhztL4_tQ8jDtAsoLXpV6sBGVieIuYuOC8Oc_9CDO/s320/002.JPG" /></a> You should really use pie pumpkins their about 8" round, with a sweeter taste, and not as stringy as Jack O Lantern pumpkins which is what we grew.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUV_jEq9EN9GtHh6xwqcJ7Y9aOLioQePqNIMVbLv3S9pp3ol35cLBRykPMMN4cQbXoN1QepYNCDZ4W7rToHavp4zlmeibyQRDy18LMKxERuoq2SXDHJRa5uSUBHJ-JgFS7TnnkAaiqqsg/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410457180820448610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZUV_jEq9EN9GtHh6xwqcJ7Y9aOLioQePqNIMVbLv3S9pp3ol35cLBRykPMMN4cQbXoN1QepYNCDZ4W7rToHavp4zlmeibyQRDy18LMKxERuoq2SXDHJRa5uSUBHJ-JgFS7TnnkAaiqqsg/s320/030.JPG" /></a><br />The first cut<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb7iibekHUue-exxoVAW90waSZ-vId2dTtr7PO2LWBElSOzPszZ4SY1Tk4_YbBY81tgpPmeEETxVjjMQzUolx-TTCxsu2uKcVa0KCB6kvk1TnwGDNViuTAk8XNPxlGSWiMs8qB9KcxpLP/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410457044525743874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrb7iibekHUue-exxoVAW90waSZ-vId2dTtr7PO2LWBElSOzPszZ4SY1Tk4_YbBY81tgpPmeEETxVjjMQzUolx-TTCxsu2uKcVa0KCB6kvk1TnwGDNViuTAk8XNPxlGSWiMs8qB9KcxpLP/s320/031.JPG" /></a><br />the scooping<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8UtxKSVAc02xIDXkR9uORwLS3dhpEzJbOka17u5iuewyLUqeqqkJRP_Effs01sQrk-lCnXt_KgCtpnUI3ZojeOtsklaQIPDt12EFgwV7q-xdiVAxE2JJDNOEDcyIRKoWat77xNynOEEx/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410456465242201298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG8UtxKSVAc02xIDXkR9uORwLS3dhpEzJbOka17u5iuewyLUqeqqkJRP_Effs01sQrk-lCnXt_KgCtpnUI3ZojeOtsklaQIPDt12EFgwV7q-xdiVAxE2JJDNOEDcyIRKoWat77xNynOEEx/s320/034.JPG" /></a><br /><br />sectioned and bake for 1 hour<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXhq0cPetQS8KgjTqQ_qa6oU6NEWGe3WaDDi-W4dTDyQE4Lzd1kISagQ7gkcACK4XlaQJwGpknLaJYFRQnZmjj28cs-z2wPM2qOt8wJ9WKlEQ_WLc-NPX48zY06VkYQdJfyVUSnWeKKX1/s1600/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410455342650632226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRXhq0cPetQS8KgjTqQ_qa6oU6NEWGe3WaDDi-W4dTDyQE4Lzd1kISagQ7gkcACK4XlaQJwGpknLaJYFRQnZmjj28cs-z2wPM2qOt8wJ9WKlEQ_WLc-NPX48zY06VkYQdJfyVUSnWeKKX1/s320/036.JPG" /></a> scoop out the baked pulp<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEVEhsSiy-c099Z1mx2tX9chiokLDOGR5NnR7uOUSZJePMtoDoeq3PMvnEE5bdjUB_e8nRru2L_p7aYSPKfshypg_So7rBVAnHeFvKeoFeYSoaU6iVEjXH8dz6uQj4pMpWTtgpQlTfRzl/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410454878225105218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggEVEhsSiy-c099Z1mx2tX9chiokLDOGR5NnR7uOUSZJePMtoDoeq3PMvnEE5bdjUB_e8nRru2L_p7aYSPKfshypg_So7rBVAnHeFvKeoFeYSoaU6iVEjXH8dz6uQj4pMpWTtgpQlTfRzl/s320/038.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Puree ( I used a blender instead of a food processor, the blender is now DEAD )I got 6 pies out of the white bowl, the rest I froze it'll last for a year.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiXO193nAl0NMBBjN-ItURvZhdT1OYALylkkcm-xBVV8WnF9jo2vDyEZVZ3EAo8S20kZPWKrJElbse50KL4_0eET8AbonF7PxNZaev0NtaX46DsM2OSIx8rVg-QatF13BNgTLER6C4b-Y/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410454162476074354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXiXO193nAl0NMBBjN-ItURvZhdT1OYALylkkcm-xBVV8WnF9jo2vDyEZVZ3EAo8S20kZPWKrJElbse50KL4_0eET8AbonF7PxNZaev0NtaX46DsM2OSIx8rVg-QatF13BNgTLER6C4b-Y/s320/044.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Oh yeah I got LAZY, I used <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-made shells. it took 4 hours just to get from the cutting to the scooping.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHorVOmP4h8zNovo040zTiMYpIEFLvVmBdRSXhzel-Pm0VpUDviTnsXDwW742ys33JfAMxR8LBrwMXmnuJIYIh5KQSdyvl8CcKh44ApjM4TDjkXC6xXEdty__j-nihexRvXe1Fzk8xtT4/s1600/042.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410453645901843794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkHorVOmP4h8zNovo040zTiMYpIEFLvVmBdRSXhzel-Pm0VpUDviTnsXDwW742ys33JfAMxR8LBrwMXmnuJIYIh5KQSdyvl8CcKh44ApjM4TDjkXC6xXEdty__j-nihexRvXe1Fzk8xtT4/s320/042.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />The finished product. I let him eat one fresh from the oven he was a very happy boy!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg97UFHNG6mmz6-M6gmia9qZSLhBa3r9LZW8gELZ5fRam3MwyLOXjdotAHLOX9II67PoNvO8kLelqVtwd7V1Ycn-aZRoT9Mzu-4kRo1EaqCoGqq7r2dGz1ANoPaxsnfjvX2GN7ogZsjv8xL/s1600/030.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE6xFYZSep7kyrTvUloQvHm-k2SlWV9ythcN44ByZEj6RQ1wX2JKFLpi6NOFTnJDQ3HtN6XqIyaj3u7OncnGQqUmHdSvhUyRNUcQKxsSHfWxyPmXURDlKCK1_xYuKBvGbVd6hCBqLKUI7p/s1600/002.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-39088468275147871732009-11-20T22:52:00.009-05:002009-11-21T00:24:53.473-05:00Not Sure what to title this...Growing up I remember my Mom running around like crazy, getting ready for the onslaught of family and friends coming for the holidays. Pies, cakes, cookies,breads, turkey's, ham my oh my. I remember standing on a stool next to mom crumbling toasted bread and corn bread for stuffing when I was a little and I have to smile she would put Mace,Gladys Knight and the Pips, and The Temptations on the record player and sing the whole time she was whipping up all the goodies. I am the youngest of 4 so while my brother and sisters where out hanging with their friends I was HAPPY for Mom and Me time. I thought of it as fun but all the while she was patiently teaching me how to cook. A hand full of this, a pinch of that, a pat of butter. Now that I am older and have taken over all the cooking for holidays, special occasions, grill outs I find my youngest daughter ( Karma 13 ) coming in the kitchen and hanging out with me. I try to measure by cups and teaspoons I still slip back into the habit of hand, pinch, and pat measuring. I was telling my mom that I want to make sure my girls have all of her recipes to take to their kitchens, so with her help I have begun writing them down. Mom and I still chuckle over the fact that she still gets all the praise for cooking. She should. Every year since my husband Tim and I have been together he's told me the same thing turn some of the cooking over to someone else, well he got his wish I turned over 2 items the Ham my oldest Ashley (23) will be making it, at our house of course ( she made need some help ) and the Deviled Eggs Mercedes (18) will be making them, that leaves Turkey, Potato salad, Baked Mac and Cheese, Stuffing,Mashed Sweet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Potatos</span>, Collard Greens, Candied Yams, Gravy, 8 Sweet Potato Pies( 2 for Tim before Thanksgiving ), 2 Apple, 4 Pumpkins ( made with pumpkins from our garden ) Corn Bread, Rolls, and 2 Chocolate Boston Cream Pies. This weekend is when the madness begins. Am I insane <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">YESSSSSSSSSS</span>, I'll complain the whole time, Tim will throw his hands in the air, Mom will sit in the chair and chuckle the whole time. But I LOVE IT !!! And Guess who gets to clean up as I NAP after dinner ? I'm not sure I'll be sleeping.My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-50441928591121826932009-11-13T22:59:00.006-05:002009-11-15T22:37:02.513-05:00Sarah<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvhkNlscQ17rTPACbt_sKe3rQmkeN2clbMta5zsI0YDmuZW7G2GhcWHWskWLvUdlw4c9_myLEMcV7HPTOAi_XIWGsTgWd7hSftvpt9MsjqORXzesLlDbvQ4libBEaaCpKa7jQnuYqL31E/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403809279866480866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLvhkNlscQ17rTPACbt_sKe3rQmkeN2clbMta5zsI0YDmuZW7G2GhcWHWskWLvUdlw4c9_myLEMcV7HPTOAi_XIWGsTgWd7hSftvpt9MsjqORXzesLlDbvQ4libBEaaCpKa7jQnuYqL31E/s320/007.JPG" /></a> This beautiful little girl is my 9 year old niece Sarah. Last Saturday ( Nov. 7<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> ) she had a very serious ATV accident. She went to stay all night with her friend on Friday, Saturday early afternoon the mom of the child took both Sarah and her daughter over to her mom's house. This woman ( I see red every time I think about it ) let her 7 year old daughter and my 9 year old niece ride an adult size <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ATV</span> WITHOUT any <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">protective</span> gear or ADULT SUPERVISION while she sat on her butt <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">visiting</span> her mother. Of course being 9 and 7 this is way to cool. The girls had a wreck Sarah was thrown from the ATV which hit a wall and flipped onto the 7 year old Thank God the 7 year old did not get hurt worse than she did. ( She had a concussion ) When Sarah got thrown she landed in a nurses back yard. The nurse had her splinted and lying still by the time the life squad got their ,the mother of the child did not know they had been in an accident until she heard sirens and went to be nosy.Sarah on the other hand broke her leg in 3 places one of which is her growth plate, 3 bones in her foot they thought her hip was broke ( we found out later it was just bruised real bad ) fractures through out the leg, a five inch gash down her knee. After a 5 1/2 hour surgery 5 screws in her leg to hold the bones together she is finally in good spirits. The doctor will not know if her growth will be effected for another year since they had to take out a piece of her growth plate. She is now <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">recuperating</span> at her grandparents house with her mom. She goes on Thursday to get a hard cast at the moment they have it splinted. She'll need <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">additional</span> surgeries on her leg.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgP2ACn226jJzK27nRC4J0iNtq0yQS19JEN1s9bQKcrWuuUw0OWR0Fpx7kxfm4tn9tz5h_71x7St0ujuEDuLwWOFZO2hF_VTNBle1wwEFsKTMz_MktZqYWVJMrmOuwup_PI2-ZxMTWcMQ/s1600-h/084.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403807773251264978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgP2ACn226jJzK27nRC4J0iNtq0yQS19JEN1s9bQKcrWuuUw0OWR0Fpx7kxfm4tn9tz5h_71x7St0ujuEDuLwWOFZO2hF_VTNBle1wwEFsKTMz_MktZqYWVJMrmOuwup_PI2-ZxMTWcMQ/s320/084.JPG" /></a> She was trying to be brave when I went to see her.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwchivQRM2LpGo7DlhECbAGayvF5FeuwHmn57c_iFyirLaEaJKtIeoMSNatkAeuwoFfUYOrRI7L35LQBaiYcc4V_k-zS4YILQm9IHFvKZ4VTRN2yrWa-BJC94vK3LYjW0uYk6UABS40Gkv/s1600-h/082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403806164775137170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwchivQRM2LpGo7DlhECbAGayvF5FeuwHmn57c_iFyirLaEaJKtIeoMSNatkAeuwoFfUYOrRI7L35LQBaiYcc4V_k-zS4YILQm9IHFvKZ4VTRN2yrWa-BJC94vK3LYjW0uYk6UABS40Gkv/s320/082.JPG" /></a> This cast goes up to the hip. Being as active as she is, it's hard for her to sit still.<br /><br />The Hospital has pressed charges against the lady for child endangerment.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-53382922476364718822009-10-10T23:36:00.002-04:002009-10-11T00:02:02.357-04:00If Season's had a flavor, what would it be ?I was relaxing after work the other day, talking to the kids and finding out how there day went when we got on the subject of seasons. I think I commented on how beautiful the trees looked outside. My 13 year old Karma said she loved fall it tasted like apples I said <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ummm</span> okay, she replied no mom really if seasons had a flavor fall would taste like an apple it's crisp. My 7 year old Robert said he liked summer it tasted like the water in Grandma's swimming pool, so I said well honey if you didn't drink half the pool water <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">I'm</span> sure summer would taste different, his response was no I think your wrong mom of course I had to tell him MOMS ARE ALWAYS RIGHT ( I can't believe I said that ) the smile on my mom's face was blinding. My 4 year old niece Sierra was over and not to be left out she said When the white stuff falls <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ohhh</span> winter you mean she replied that's what I said Aunt Lissa so I asked her what flavor she thought she said hot chocolate cause Uncle Tim always makes us hot chocolate.So I asked what about spring it has to taste like something. My husband had walked in at that moment and he said FRIED CHICKEN of course ( I'm surprised he didn't say coffee ) okay honey where did that come from his reply I'm hungry and that's what I would like for dinner....<br />So for everyone who didn't know<br /><br />Spring taste like - Fried Chicken<br />Summer- Pool water<br />Fall - Crisp apples<br />Winter - Hot chocolate<br />straight from the mouths of babes and 1 insane man.<br /><br />What do you think the season's taste like?My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-90064588946865233472009-10-04T21:17:00.003-04:002009-10-04T22:20:55.734-04:00Birthday WeekendFriday night - Oct. 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;">Girls Night Out.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I had never been out clubbing with my 22 year old daughter Ashley before even though she has invited me countless times I've always said No I would stay at home and watch the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grand kids</span>. My oldest niece <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tabetha</span> and I would go out clubbing at least once a month. So Ash and Tab found out <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Chippendale's</span> would be at a local nightclub and bought tickets to surprise me,knowing I would not say NO because they already bought the tickets.So I rush home from work, the girls are waiting so we can all get ready together.They had already been in my room picking out the clothes I would wear. Now it has been 10 years since I went to a nightclub and closed it down, 12 years since I've worn 4 inch heels, and believe me I paid for it the next day!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OMG</span> my feet hurt <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sooooooooo</span> bad I could just kick myself for not wearing my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Reebok's</span> everywhere I looked I saw flip flops or sneakers and these girls were dressed really nice ( some in Vicky's Secret to my amazement ) but in the end I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">allot</span> of fun dancing and laughing.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Saturday Oct. 3rd- </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffff00;">MY BIRTHDAY.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">My husband had to work today because oh yes he did not look at the calendar to see that my birthday was on Saturday and Oh yes I gave him grief ( but not much I'm still in Heaven over the ring he gave me for our Anniversary )</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">I decided to take it easy today, and since my girlfriends birthday is on the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> we went to our favorite spot to celebrate BINGO. She will be 65 years young and me 38 ( Oh yes Becky 38 even though I will tell every one 25 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">hehehehe</span> ) even though we didn't win anything it was still fun to be sitting ( my poor feet ) and sharing gifts, and laughing ( I hear laughing keeps you young I do it often ).</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;">Sunday Oct. 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">th</span></span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;">The End of the weekend.</span><br /><br />My wonderful husband is cooking for me tonight. He kept the kids quiet so I could sleep in, planned dinner, and went grocery shopping.When I finally opened my eyes he had coffee for. We spent the day clearing out the gardens, laughing, and just enjoying each other. In case your wondering I had steak, baked <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">potato</span> ( with the works ), buttered carrots, and baked apples. My mom made me a Dream<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Sicle</span> cake.<br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-90889798968529493352009-09-26T22:18:00.009-04:002009-09-26T22:34:58.890-04:00Changing Of the Seasons.I'm having trouble letting go of SUMMER !!!! I love to see the changing of the Seasons I didn't get any pictures of Spring when Mother Earth starts waking up the flowers and trees because at that time we had ice all over. ( But i like this picture )<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdB8t_qZ-9QzMCXyHzRVUB-VZLQJUMqb5XarrDv4yViBm5T_QDB6FlxyT-0cw56JQF9yCSHDAgWbJQrfpBmsheqxKuTp70-RSzswRjTkKhi8qItuhRlu-LDRLOvvgTj1eV5fEb5nlwk-M/s1600-h/010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385967890823590354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTdB8t_qZ-9QzMCXyHzRVUB-VZLQJUMqb5XarrDv4yViBm5T_QDB6FlxyT-0cw56JQF9yCSHDAgWbJQrfpBmsheqxKuTp70-RSzswRjTkKhi8qItuhRlu-LDRLOvvgTj1eV5fEb5nlwk-M/s320/010.jpg" border="0" /></a> Summer. My Rose bushes didn't die on me.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eRmpZyhVjtYzhVkHoHuM1HIOyxYcVRXVznUvDOUhDUat9H0qM5G1lnkWmu2li1fwKn36e0riOLhCcoe9s_obsaIXjSkXNk1pHIiT3SkTR2OolA-exL_a_jxG12VXkrdJ7YSHB6ihzG_B/s1600-h/180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385967676829664754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0eRmpZyhVjtYzhVkHoHuM1HIOyxYcVRXVznUvDOUhDUat9H0qM5G1lnkWmu2li1fwKn36e0riOLhCcoe9s_obsaIXjSkXNk1pHIiT3SkTR2OolA-exL_a_jxG12VXkrdJ7YSHB6ihzG_B/s320/180.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Fall watching the trees change, building leaf piles ( my niece Mercedes )<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuN5Te21OkYrE8aHT0y5jp4YR2qPw_d544WONu2FG6a9ZFzdPHr8nynUgcVZSM9YuqqTRelsOqQ5V5zSqWdupPKZyGYLD8HsUauQVRaJRrBWfu7osQNhSUzQc-035LGQuPCh3gZWZWGPVA/s1600-h/122%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385967158585696402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuN5Te21OkYrE8aHT0y5jp4YR2qPw_d544WONu2FG6a9ZFzdPHr8nynUgcVZSM9YuqqTRelsOqQ5V5zSqWdupPKZyGYLD8HsUauQVRaJRrBWfu7osQNhSUzQc-035LGQuPCh3gZWZWGPVA/s320/122%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Winter. Snow covering my bamboo. I only have a small patch hopefully it will spread next year.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VE6SSNyFnraEbNNeIHuWKS1W-V9FYbzCKn1RBYYYiCBxlMFrhcrA0sKELuBaTBOCs_oeBttAdeLDisW7ugFJuSjCd0GNlJ10hABcjNF7YWLjg7eHxuO7MzdjCXgz5jpDSb2izJwGXZ35/s1600-h/IMG_0093_1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385966927491845714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VE6SSNyFnraEbNNeIHuWKS1W-V9FYbzCKn1RBYYYiCBxlMFrhcrA0sKELuBaTBOCs_oeBttAdeLDisW7ugFJuSjCd0GNlJ10hABcjNF7YWLjg7eHxuO7MzdjCXgz5jpDSb2izJwGXZ35/s320/IMG_0093_1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEYq_1aF_vJrIFRRdERZhFwQaq8n7c1XzhmeRZjuKiJGZzue9JFkHHICKXeIJsTQVhnJsDMsecLhFMGPp_zY4V-G6xgDfXt0y_fn3J0lMXbIf6iEHOUI3nSThv4IMm3dccAyUg0ijtajWj/s1600-h/010.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-90630698126476795652009-09-26T21:30:00.012-04:002009-09-26T22:18:02.110-04:00Big # 3When I asked her how old she was she told me 7 or 8, she finally told me 3. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4w6wY7uY7hUgGowOefCBnSQ_Aep6nYJF5kWvEflAe9q2PCq7OD5Jo5OIV2bIUHPr_P3WkVWJXcVP1FL16rRQ3e6ukkeE8lZufl_Q_01tAWwsR9X-tU99IsFaoKQICpIeIZhLlEw63E3aM/s1600-h/067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385962927623978066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4w6wY7uY7hUgGowOefCBnSQ_Aep6nYJF5kWvEflAe9q2PCq7OD5Jo5OIV2bIUHPr_P3WkVWJXcVP1FL16rRQ3e6ukkeE8lZufl_Q_01tAWwsR9X-tU99IsFaoKQICpIeIZhLlEw63E3aM/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sweet pea turned 3. It was fun to watch the kids running and playing, the only downfall was her dad <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">was</span> 2 hours late, some of her guest didn't even get cake ( SORRY GUYS ).<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPBQEIqhgua6uvk3m8DUqaN5sAHYlBBF1CVQEjgVJPmzAAUXZcE5enW7yrs_YfQ4lP-1QFkp5GZ2zu0_8-IAcGGp1J4f4oiVqoWeRO3tMhk9vZ8PLq_D6RjLdDcIIOGJvZJtZkvBb7QV7/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385962262278746418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtPBQEIqhgua6uvk3m8DUqaN5sAHYlBBF1CVQEjgVJPmzAAUXZcE5enW7yrs_YfQ4lP-1QFkp5GZ2zu0_8-IAcGGp1J4f4oiVqoWeRO3tMhk9vZ8PLq_D6RjLdDcIIOGJvZJtZkvBb7QV7/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a> Her favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Tink</span> was on the cake.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpM9RLNSzJLP4NoRbMq9_daIlvK1yqSkqzudB6VwragvdwZRMSyHsFCHfKdcLJOD0LnA_WHeYE52f_4pF1ZmsBK-DuOzoRODmSlDoWgB3b6Y6YCo2QL6H9JOSQOrCOpufMPP-XY4OPQ0e-/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385961591788203154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpM9RLNSzJLP4NoRbMq9_daIlvK1yqSkqzudB6VwragvdwZRMSyHsFCHfKdcLJOD0LnA_WHeYE52f_4pF1ZmsBK-DuOzoRODmSlDoWgB3b6Y6YCo2QL6H9JOSQOrCOpufMPP-XY4OPQ0e-/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The only 2 people she said she wanted at her party her favorite 2 cousins Sierra ( pink ) Summer ( Lil Blondie ) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">LeiAnna</span> ( Birthday girl in the middle )<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhRJphF305KKUgleL085dgDlOrgVVp7x5qh12sEHEVpLaCEvFWXphcAqSf_vsA9o7L2xZrVIjoo9JrUZ3gnBQmIzZxf_Fdgdw5pkHI2savCV3A8PRyGnM75ph3TjtrvUYD_DwwP96H4wu/s1600-h/030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385961089813309378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOhRJphF305KKUgleL085dgDlOrgVVp7x5qh12sEHEVpLaCEvFWXphcAqSf_vsA9o7L2xZrVIjoo9JrUZ3gnBQmIzZxf_Fdgdw5pkHI2savCV3A8PRyGnM75ph3TjtrvUYD_DwwP96H4wu/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />after <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">LeiAnna</span> opened Summer's gift it was time for a cousin hug.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp768ygXXy3sGVMGb7Jd1y9p2bkhwMMBnPbs_9SO5PpUSB3V_7zOIBiaDtdqPN-FUdVHcmEY86J7JJ29J4Z_8Wpa_xZ7bHa5F7PC4dXKX5SChHi1SoRrn0BFEJ4llmA4X6E6crlJYp5yAa/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385957482295386722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp768ygXXy3sGVMGb7Jd1y9p2bkhwMMBnPbs_9SO5PpUSB3V_7zOIBiaDtdqPN-FUdVHcmEY86J7JJ29J4Z_8Wpa_xZ7bHa5F7PC4dXKX5SChHi1SoRrn0BFEJ4llmA4X6E6crlJYp5yAa/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Summer's gift. She will not let anyone touch it!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqXpPVBCd22wtUURVFM_IEVC8DgfjHzYwplM8xXFHmscZfgSivLZaMTlrzJDSJ41hKY0_2JiP38oCMOUhpYeKjProyr0_UFHOXcL1FdcoYxIFgC2r72j5bD7oi3cxd6d5KrJtmMVMnmZ7/s1600-h/065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385956674609054818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXqXpPVBCd22wtUURVFM_IEVC8DgfjHzYwplM8xXFHmscZfgSivLZaMTlrzJDSJ41hKY0_2JiP38oCMOUhpYeKjProyr0_UFHOXcL1FdcoYxIFgC2r72j5bD7oi3cxd6d5KrJtmMVMnmZ7/s320/065.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />the LOOT<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24BTmAJK_Q6-P9At880rFQZFecY3sz2Dz_KEMHt2SEDpBbMQ5Qr6JNSHqEykmUzJ9jD2GbkspUv6wq_r3asIOzPuBcHsiGGSuUz8W6HH-6nrroJFMpEc4Jr4wjtuhditBZT7Px82lhAIT/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385956113324549522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24BTmAJK_Q6-P9At880rFQZFecY3sz2Dz_KEMHt2SEDpBbMQ5Qr6JNSHqEykmUzJ9jD2GbkspUv6wq_r3asIOzPuBcHsiGGSuUz8W6HH-6nrroJFMpEc4Jr4wjtuhditBZT7Px82lhAIT/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />more LOOT<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK86L1hiImnFXXigMAyeguEqm_Tm3pVOdzk64SQpAZiU-0hwOPoRTTLIzQpmcJt9dCKwsEUGzcK-vfZtLkyPyu0iAkRJ7VjLiiST_31C_e9RWKdpTBRa-vOWINVnxO26Q0EpTtV5Q_40L/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385955368358919474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpK86L1hiImnFXXigMAyeguEqm_Tm3pVOdzk64SQpAZiU-0hwOPoRTTLIzQpmcJt9dCKwsEUGzcK-vfZtLkyPyu0iAkRJ7VjLiiST_31C_e9RWKdpTBRa-vOWINVnxO26Q0EpTtV5Q_40L/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />after partying all day she was wiped out.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNn-UOs8iDeO_V-AO6VI1wwCljiOCUONhxeqsx0g5TMQcRlJIijt7MbC8z3T6FrHnft6ztL5lfUdsO-kaR_5KEHfrhAwz2HWF97Iq0ZwwuaT-wtHZSe3e_p60zZ4QAy5i1v2V4GNoBCsQU/s1600-h/067.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-1752590677587768372009-09-19T19:56:00.008-04:002009-09-19T20:49:15.224-04:00Old Wives Tales and other SayingsSome of the best memories I have growing up was sitting around listening to some of the old wives tales and saying that have been passed down from generation to generation. You can probably guess what the first one is.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsDEuRfytwOeKPYHESDsutXMCzBXGfQVqy_pOBx44hygou1ol2Ar60gOiX0KbkcX0PRU97EQVN9rc71GRhmBP6fBLU4zHc03UqjwQsDq4DAeAk7bXBCPZRVbOVP8OZIISeRdUlPiXsQw_/s1600-h/194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383337524300452194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsDEuRfytwOeKPYHESDsutXMCzBXGfQVqy_pOBx44hygou1ol2Ar60gOiX0KbkcX0PRU97EQVN9rc71GRhmBP6fBLU4zHc03UqjwQsDq4DAeAk7bXBCPZRVbOVP8OZIISeRdUlPiXsQw_/s320/194.JPG" border="0" /></a> Step on a crack break your mothers back. ( as a kid this scared the daylights out of me, I remember running home crying because I thought I really hurt my mom ).<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg401JsDd1W00HT977lE-MB4iSOcqs_4wo8JyAG8pE-NXUjQnsc2SWDVF_OuPIbtFvx8RLBMomYozwe4499Pxlpj0P8DLTjiXxAKZC_uKVl1M4xg9ua-CGVsRmADVV-KOUR3_EDGyNWK-op/s1600-h/199.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383336421134101234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg401JsDd1W00HT977lE-MB4iSOcqs_4wo8JyAG8pE-NXUjQnsc2SWDVF_OuPIbtFvx8RLBMomYozwe4499Pxlpj0P8DLTjiXxAKZC_uKVl1M4xg9ua-CGVsRmADVV-KOUR3_EDGyNWK-op/s320/199.JPG" border="0" /></a>Bad luck to step over a broom.</div><div>I'm not sure if anyone knows this one. Still to this day my mom makes me step backward over a broom if i have crossed it.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaF6Yd1135TdApTBCreotwK_Mykt2KMVDbC-MoK3kR-vj3gXLDUKqvdyspsiI9QFyDxnDG1tTZjrJoW0JW-pkC0H7pJTop88J3i7Ge1_es183oGpfi_iuo2Att1sBbn6dU-wpgMGvZko7t/s1600-h/200.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383334259074141090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaF6Yd1135TdApTBCreotwK_Mykt2KMVDbC-MoK3kR-vj3gXLDUKqvdyspsiI9QFyDxnDG1tTZjrJoW0JW-pkC0H7pJTop88J3i7Ge1_es183oGpfi_iuo2Att1sBbn6dU-wpgMGvZko7t/s320/200.JPG" border="0" /></a> Playing with fire makes you wet the bed. As a kid you couldn't get me to go near fire even a camp fire was out for me.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVc7P6IeBHVyi6Qi0ZN-9_D1px8q6hqrx_MmiuxpORhQQaUnsOmIuQtfakMJmR8H4iocge3C5LuOltqH2kwxzhzl66MpSUiSSJZQRbSKgl6_9KwTeiFW7jKqoaTWbp2N4RMLiUTwZLD5x/s1600-h/197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383333276995899234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinVc7P6IeBHVyi6Qi0ZN-9_D1px8q6hqrx_MmiuxpORhQQaUnsOmIuQtfakMJmR8H4iocge3C5LuOltqH2kwxzhzl66MpSUiSSJZQRbSKgl6_9KwTeiFW7jKqoaTWbp2N4RMLiUTwZLD5x/s320/197.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Step on a cricket you have bad luck. Okay how many of you out there had a vivid imagination, this was chicken in our play house. along with juniper berries, grass, dirt (for mud pies ).</div><div></div><div>Those are my favorites. Here's a few more to get you thinking of some you've heard over the years.</div><div></div><div>5.When a bell rings, An Angel gets their wings.</div><div>6. Honey and Whiskey takes a cough away </div><div>7. When you shiver, it means someone has stepped on your grave.</div><div>8.If a Lady bug lands on you it means good luck</div><div>9. If your ear itches someones talking about you. </div><div>10. If you sweep someones feet with a broom it's bad luck.</div><div>11. Bad luck for two people to mess in one persons head.</div><div>12. Bad luck for a Man to lay a hat on the bed.</div><div>13. Bad luck for two people to sweep in the same room.</div><div>14. If your palm itches, moneys coming your way.</div><div>15. Second person off the match gets pregnant<br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-47032635448860460742009-08-13T19:57:00.002-04:002009-08-13T20:04:08.332-04:00Back to School YIPEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!I am now counting down 5 days til summer break ends. YIPEEEEE, I know I shouldn't be happy about this but I need a VACATION. This weekend will be dedicated to last minute pick up items. Wednesday will be so so sad:<. The mom's of the neighborhood have band together. Breakfast after the last bus pick up.My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-31461547336366846482009-08-02T02:06:00.012-04:002009-08-07T22:34:36.922-04:00Mother's Empty ChairOne of my friends emailed this to me, I liked it so much I wanted to share it with everyone, the picture's are ones that I have taken in various places, I added them because it felt right. I hope you enjoy both. Missy<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A woman's daughter had asked the local minister to come and pray with her mother. When the minister arrived, he found the woman lying in bed with her head propped up on two pillows. An empty chair sat beside her bed. The minister assumed that the woman had been informed of his visit. 'I guess you were expecting me, he said .' No, who are you ? ' said the mother. The minister told her his name then remarked, ' I saw the empty chair and I figured you knew I was going to show up. '<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wlv5A4zcw6AmaKmm_-jYegesM-cSiQnsKSM3jec-XIcCL9VeY6KjgHGuHfHpf2YNuvEIfX1o9XB2y3bjhyphenhyphenHxB8q9KQcBSX2AQinWnXE2T2Ig4YPgJQzeca3zfkcYg-fLmB3_RLpbcIXV/s1600-h/123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251876194555426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wlv5A4zcw6AmaKmm_-jYegesM-cSiQnsKSM3jec-XIcCL9VeY6KjgHGuHfHpf2YNuvEIfX1o9XB2y3bjhyphenhyphenHxB8q9KQcBSX2AQinWnXE2T2Ig4YPgJQzeca3zfkcYg-fLmB3_RLpbcIXV/s320/123.JPG" /></a> ' Oh yeah, the chair, ' said the bedridden woman, ' would you mind closing the door ? ' Puzzled, the minister shut the door. 'I never told anyone this, not even my daughter', said the woman.' But all my life I never new how to pray, at church I used to hear the pastor talk about prayer, but it went right over my head', I abandoned any attempt at prayer,' the woman continued, 'until one day four years ago; my best friend said to me,' Betty, prayer is a simple matter of having a conversation with Jesus. Hear is what I suggest, sit down in a chair, place an empty chair in front of you, and in faith see Jesus in the chair.It's not spooky because he promised,' I will be with you always.' Then just speak to him in the same way you're doing with me right now' So, I tried it and liked it so much I do it for a couple of hours each day. I'm careful though. If my daughter saw me talking to a chair, she would have a nervous breakdown, or put me in a funny farm.' The minister was deeply moved by the story and encouraged the woman to continue on the journey. Then he prayed with her, anointed her with oil, and returned to the church. <div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjStXHFQG7wyPWlGetlK8U-AyxHuCyvnE_6nz08KFRcDo89jc5QlJEpXCjmwwFkAS-kyUGYDkqzZOmWvv5_bOUeq44dbHhoZ2LxxR1XKMlZWSpcxSORl5rcXRKFwhxz9DlQB49xYDmh6jP/s1600-h/148.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365251115882171058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjStXHFQG7wyPWlGetlK8U-AyxHuCyvnE_6nz08KFRcDo89jc5QlJEpXCjmwwFkAS-kyUGYDkqzZOmWvv5_bOUeq44dbHhoZ2LxxR1XKMlZWSpcxSORl5rcXRKFwhxz9DlQB49xYDmh6jP/s320/148.JPG" /></a> Two nights later the daughter called to tell the minister that her mother had died that afternoon. Did she die in peace?' he asked. Yes, when I left the house about two o'clock, she called me over to her bedside,told me she loved me and kissed me on the cheek.. When I got back from the store an hour later, I found her.But there was something strange about her death. Apparently, just before she died, She leaned over and rested her head on the chair beside the bed. What do you make of that?' The minister wiped a tear from his eye and said, ' I wish we could all go like that.'<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHe1JPJOw8EG4QgT5M0rYOtlHiz1yAYOyEcGsanUmcS4a-DJAm3A_bwDKhd2UcU-LwAio96WfLQHo6j-BnCKoR9PI-UscukiIvcTJ6SN1RQn-dJO2aND1kLNlnxVtIqJ4LK3rS5fpZy3v/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365250327364358658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHe1JPJOw8EG4QgT5M0rYOtlHiz1yAYOyEcGsanUmcS4a-DJAm3A_bwDKhd2UcU-LwAio96WfLQHo6j-BnCKoR9PI-UscukiIvcTJ6SN1RQn-dJO2aND1kLNlnxVtIqJ4LK3rS5fpZy3v/s320/048.JPG" /></a><br />I asked God for water, he gave me an ocean.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365248648647667842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghoxD-x47aI7bimuCI5kBtAPuNpGrUrGVrl20XxwswULfjrqPdCAfv1yeibeR3IeCxEWHY34WCu3M1puw8dhRlaNq7jVryeSTrM1vdPOYn86fplG4vr-xdTK5P_Ir7_rk_wslwkonPrgeX/s200/132.JPG" />I asked God for a flower, He gave me a garden<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInwDoEEryzv_cIyyLayWFWvR9TCBHATJNV_JvqASgwTbqekTfgzEzNzUN6Qx3pf6zoY6BOqSu__StNKD1-lm-0hyUl7PXJQzg2racHgH-0A_v-lod7H4FjJSZl-TbCiRP2QGrpEAxpfnN/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365249885470716738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgInwDoEEryzv_cIyyLayWFWvR9TCBHATJNV_JvqASgwTbqekTfgzEzNzUN6Qx3pf6zoY6BOqSu__StNKD1-lm-0hyUl7PXJQzg2racHgH-0A_v-lod7H4FjJSZl-TbCiRP2QGrpEAxpfnN/s200/051.JPG" /></a><br />I asked God for a friend, He gave me all of YOU...</div><div>If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.</div><div>Happy moments, praise God</div><div>Difficult moments, seek God</div><div>Quiet moment, worship God</div><div>Painful moments, trust God</div><div>Every moment, thank God</div><div>I do all of them!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LCCmjCKECuPH9MCadtq7mn6eD-KqiRykHIpsjoMI0oQXv22PjJ2df8EZPcCio8MuSUtVje7LtnBRow1jdBBIQ-3p7jqDGk0iIEKCw5ALT1OG2n4y-7FJdhHt6Pzako2GsIawx4Chrk8Z/s1600-h/190.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs1n_XiU-VUN_QW5LbR7DTrD06s2v5wiuX66NolrOFG28BtRalSnfJVvBI6527z9PHtSNLKn3NsBAYMmUHRAiiCY0yMxWiaYSYbgLIAJkfK5FOhwIO3kSbuQ9BJcq6tQ6ZA1Q1gr7scp7D/s1600-h/123.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-74859161161457272322009-07-31T04:24:00.002-04:002009-07-31T04:46:56.150-04:00Bedside MannersDo you know how sometimes you luck out and find a really good doctor, and you think wow this is to good to be true. I am a wimp when it comes to dentist, I would rather go Thur childbirth than to go to a dentist ( it's the whole needle in the mouth thing ) they have to give me Happy Gas to even clean my teeth and a root canal I turn into a 2 year old un-ruly child. I had a tooth extracted today. Dr. James Morrison ( yeah Jim Morrison ) was great he put me at ease even before he gave me the Happy Juice. This happened at 12:20 pm at 5:00 pm I get a call from him not his nurse or other staff member but from him explaining to me the whole procedure again, why it took so long, telling me to make sure I beat the pain by taking my pain med. and icing it because of all the swelling and he would call tomorrow to check on me again. <span style="font-size:180%;">WOW!!</span><span style="font-size:100%;">And here I thought that kind of bedside manner was gone with house calls. </span>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-55237000381041111522009-07-31T03:37:00.004-04:002009-07-31T04:24:06.948-04:00A visit to old friends ( The E.R. Staff )<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CIWrg-xWx0FyVM4Q_LYZL_3v6jxu9Bw-YtDdYpu6zQ095VRwqonkML29H-0f3S4zS87SsnNbHHAjVuJnoYGxSvUyYfjzF11dVOBDtJwFf5653MVnYbXx-YBhdJQ6BNRnhKy4mC_HXMlf/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364527359355210306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CIWrg-xWx0FyVM4Q_LYZL_3v6jxu9Bw-YtDdYpu6zQ095VRwqonkML29H-0f3S4zS87SsnNbHHAjVuJnoYGxSvUyYfjzF11dVOBDtJwFf5653MVnYbXx-YBhdJQ6BNRnhKy4mC_HXMlf/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well he's done it again, every summer since James was 2 we have made Oh about a million trips to the E.R. with him.</div><div> </div><div>Age 2 - James please don't climb the China Hutch, something will fall down on you. 5 stitches to the head. ( I got rid of the hutch 2 days later )</div><div> </div><div>Age 5 - James I know you just learned how to roller blade but do you think it's a good idea to do what the bigger boys are doing. fractured growth plate.</div><div> </div><div>Age 10 -James stop opening and shutting the patio door, your gonna get hurt. Slammed fingers in door, 3 inch gash, lost finger nail, and 10 stitches.</div><div> </div><div>Age 13 - James you can go to Mid Meadows at the park with your friends PLEASE DO NOT GET HURT !! rampimg skate boards at skate board area 2 broken fingers and wrist.</div><div> </div><div>Age 17 - James went to his friends Graduation party on the 4th of July. Met a girl, showing off, look at me I can back flip. 2 fractured vertebrates in upper neck. 10 more gray hairs for me, blood pressure went through the roof. </div><div> </div><div>Age 17 - 1 week later can I please go to my girlfriends family picnic I promise I'll sit there and won't do anything, I'll keep my brace on and her mom said she'll have me lay down at regular intervals. My answer NO. I was at work he asked his grandma her answer. Yes. Girl friends mom called I'm bringing James home he's not looking well. E.R. here we come. James and the girl snuck off and went horse back riding!!!! I was let's say angry for a nice word. He was very, very lucky he didn't re injure himself. So we went back to the doctors on Tuesday everything is healing up nicely, he can't wrestle, play basketball, or football this year ( yay !!! ) Don't get me wrong i like that he's into sports, but wrestling and football I can never watch my hands are over my face the entire time.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>He's been to the E.R. so much the Xray techs nurses and doctors know him by name , I could go on forever about him and his trips to the E.R. . Girls are Sooooooooo much easier, I have a 7 year old Rob that well thinks James is cool. Lord Help me. It's true your kids drive a perfectly normal person INSANE !!</div><div> </div><div>PS. I love all my kids and wouldn't trade them for the world, they are life's TRUE HAPPINESS</div><div> </div><div> </div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-36777112031375734402009-07-29T19:19:00.003-04:002009-07-29T19:58:17.960-04:00My DayAll I can do is LAUGH !! My day started out at 4:00 AM this morning to a very grumpy hubby, he didn't sleep well because well I turned my heating blanket on ( yes heating blanket in the summer ) my house felt like Siberia !! I guess I got paid back good. I forgot my umbrella at home so by the time I went into the building I was one soaked puppy. Ok I can handle this the store doesn't open for another 2 hours I'll be dry.Lunch time rolls around and a Sweet Tea from Mickey D's sounds really tasty so I get in my car drive over to MD's walk out happily sipping my tea ( I love their fries so I got those 2 ) and feel for my car keys O GAWD there they are laughing at me in the ignition, I had to walk back to work because well that's where I left my cell phone at ( did I tell you I only have 1/2 hour for lunch ) even though it only took me 10 minutes to get back and the walk did me good, I thought all the way back should I or shouldn't I call the HUBBY. I came up with some really good stories like I went to the ladies room and my key's fell out of my pocket and went down the toilet, you wouldn't believe the power these toilets have. hmmmm no he wouldn't believe that , or We have a mouse here and well he stole my keys. Ok so here goes my phone call " Hi honey, I love you sorry about this morning, can you bring me the extra set of key's ? " He growls at me " WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR KEYS ?" " Well I kinda locked them in the car" silence..... " This is the 10th time you've locked them in the car " " Do you know what I'm dealing with at home ?" I laugh "No but it sounds like fun " wrong thing to do. " The drain backed up into the basement, the plumber is on his way and you don't even want to know what I'm walking in " " Gee, I'm sorry " I'm feeling really bad for laughing now " So is that a yes or no on the keys " CLICK..... He did bring me my key's but I'll have a heck of a MESS to clean - up . It's 7:55 PM and the plumbers are still here, they've been at the house since noon today. Boy my day is fun.My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-92159817015661518862009-07-27T20:35:00.003-04:002009-07-27T21:36:06.540-04:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CFFBYAPohvwHmxOVwRmWxKTTMhu0MgLRUj6J2z3ETDY9XFtnpEwPzhCv8_MIwiY4ZEjGyI6WL92XRkrTj4PjuPO0zbIlbVil-wBnxOI9SGHCLvFFuohDhaCAdtNWGlnyTz5KSW5dgh55/s1600-h/148.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363304141220094418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1CFFBYAPohvwHmxOVwRmWxKTTMhu0MgLRUj6J2z3ETDY9XFtnpEwPzhCv8_MIwiY4ZEjGyI6WL92XRkrTj4PjuPO0zbIlbVil-wBnxOI9SGHCLvFFuohDhaCAdtNWGlnyTz5KSW5dgh55/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My Best Gal Pal and I are 27 years and 1 day apart. I know what your thinking what can a 37 year old and a 64 year old have in common ? Bonnie and I started hanging out at bingo 8 years ago, then coffee, then just coming over to each other houses. We talk about everything from our kids to our grandkids and everything in between. Bonnie recently widowed has had her up days and her down days, which I understand through the eyes of my mother both whom lost the Love of their lives early. I would ask my mom how do I comfort her ? Mom's answer was just be there for her, listen to her, be a shoulder for her to cry on. Thursday night I get a call from Bonnie she didn't sound as if she were having a good day I instantly told her I would be right their. When I got to Bonnie's house she was sitting on her couch with a box of tissues and the portable phone. I asked Bonnie " What's up Chic "? It took a minute before a realized weeping, Ever so quietly she asked me if I Believed in God. My answer was yes, i then asked her what brought that on since we have discussed religion from time to time. She asked me if I thought she was a bad Christian, my answer was NO why would you think that. She had gotten a phone call from the Minister of her husbands church asking her if she was ready to give tithes ( I hope I spelled that right ) to the church, she responded to him I gave on Sunday. That's not what I mean he said your husband always gave big to the church and I was thinking that you would give half the insurance money he left. ( By that time I was seeing RED). It's your Christian duty he said, this is what God and Gary would want. I explained to Bonnie that Gary ( her husband ) left that money to insure that she would be taking care of, he would have put it in his will if money was to go to the church, and if she wanted to give money she could give to orphanages, animal shelters,the local food bank, if she wanted to give to the church it should be an amount that she was comfortable with that wouldn't leave her short.Giving should be from the heart God does not ask you for monetary things, being a good Christian doesn't mean you have to give money . Give of heart, be kind to your fellow man, and believe in God. Do you think I'm wrong for wanting to protect my friend from this Shady Man in the things I told her ?, When did Church become all about money?, Your comments and thoughts would be greatly appreciated.</div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-91727594272119339722009-07-26T01:43:00.008-04:002009-07-26T03:05:48.886-04:00I started out in photography working for a WELL known school portrait studio ( no experience required they would train )about 13 years ago little did I know I would fall in love with taking and making memories for people. The first camera besides a Polaroid I worked with was a Micro Z this was great for taking school pictures what could you mess up, the film was easy to load, and the backgrounds we had to set up were amazing this one weighed about 10 - 15 pounds. The second camera I worked with was a Camera Z,( these are the kinds you would see traveling around to different stores ) this camera weighed about 15 - 20 pounds to load the film you had to put the cartridge in a black bag ( so you wouldn't expose the film ) and work blind eventually I could do this in my sleep. I would eventually work with 35 mm and 120mm formats doing sport and dance pictures. My oldest girl Ashley ( if I could just nail her down to take pictures of her) bought me a Canon Rebel XSI in January just because( I was relly surprised and flattered )I've had my eye.Yeah great kid we haven't always seen eye to eye. Any who on Tuesday since I was off work my youngest girl wanted to hang out so I said great lets go to the park and grab a dress while your at it ( I was stashing my camera and tri-pod in the car ) of course she was like O kayyyyy your weird MOM( my kids made me that way ) when we get to the park I instantly start clicking .<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdKVYvZdSXvAArlt57R7J57Xs1NaceKWIBUgsnlmA6Kzyy4yCm4TJyPmRaiObjq3YHYgxjbTubOSm-fr3kg-cr4lEXDtq5GdkOOCKEpixPeuSE3ipdfnwjFDYcYsoYe4C9pjHO2EpROVb/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362649277847509490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdKVYvZdSXvAArlt57R7J57Xs1NaceKWIBUgsnlmA6Kzyy4yCm4TJyPmRaiObjq3YHYgxjbTubOSm-fr3kg-cr4lEXDtq5GdkOOCKEpixPeuSE3ipdfnwjFDYcYsoYe4C9pjHO2EpROVb/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /></a> Karma got bored pretty quick or should I say distracted... BOYS,BOYS, BOYS everywhere OMG this is the child that rarely paid attention to Satan Spawns ( also known as BOYS ) my baby has been sucked in to Oh he's cute blah, blah, blah I can't think on this to long my horns start to come out. You would think I would be use to this by now having raised 5 girls previously. I was hoping she wouldn't notice them until she was ummmm 100 or older<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NHWnfsVck9i-KKNZPaYzVoZ5nx5Ea9yYUrm9gbI3js0rWJ1WeSne-slp4z33WIxjWDB8Y-5wkl7x8j8SVtXlAVblJFW7m5rd9F4SG9UVG1wn1_GL7XS1cWePyPEaYLWKS6tjzocfIvey/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362648201249659490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3NHWnfsVck9i-KKNZPaYzVoZ5nx5Ea9yYUrm9gbI3js0rWJ1WeSne-slp4z33WIxjWDB8Y-5wkl7x8j8SVtXlAVblJFW7m5rd9F4SG9UVG1wn1_GL7XS1cWePyPEaYLWKS6tjzocfIvey/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have this one in color to, you can see the water shimmering on her are. yes I was standing in a creek while she was nice and dry on a fallen tree.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_AwRztzQLffgUdZt1sSTUKhqQDlxY4K_aiZ_d4xR-dXnZ-81N2DtcmTGN4bnCzVEeNfcW8tWpkMjgQh4_UdP57QvmMdzfWwtYyF9XajJkepk2lKP96JcJ9eaC0OjmQ0LC0l3RXxL2mxQ/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362647360690775394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_AwRztzQLffgUdZt1sSTUKhqQDlxY4K_aiZ_d4xR-dXnZ-81N2DtcmTGN4bnCzVEeNfcW8tWpkMjgQh4_UdP57QvmMdzfWwtYyF9XajJkepk2lKP96JcJ9eaC0OjmQ0LC0l3RXxL2mxQ/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></a> She loves to read so I thought why not take a picture with a book.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFTNLdE_H-URCflhvNtIsL_V4DswVsRbLXMPm1aG9qUMwm136oZqMN7RQsTlWIzlns-7GU6PtY7BvwgwqNlpjPTLWUN4po6ho6NnWrFWzFKNIfE-U-tMD_3CpY8LE33hAXj7a_hPCXDYH/s1600-h/240.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362645769646629810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggFTNLdE_H-URCflhvNtIsL_V4DswVsRbLXMPm1aG9qUMwm136oZqMN7RQsTlWIzlns-7GU6PtY7BvwgwqNlpjPTLWUN4po6ho6NnWrFWzFKNIfE-U-tMD_3CpY8LE33hAXj7a_hPCXDYH/s320/240.JPG" border="0" /></a> With this little guy, you have to snap the picture fast. He probably thinks the camera is part of my face. AJ 3 mo. old<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicB2cJ_YTWAxh8_lphb307EBcZWAxVJPQt5pj637v5tL4ErqsZP_9nqEsU6dw0kLyCXzEDjILp4KSGIpa93htAcn1UG4DR-x4HSwA_pv51iVkhj6-RaExBqNt5FzISGI8RHTBMIVafNV2M/s1600-h/208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362643724556479858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicB2cJ_YTWAxh8_lphb307EBcZWAxVJPQt5pj637v5tL4ErqsZP_9nqEsU6dw0kLyCXzEDjILp4KSGIpa93htAcn1UG4DR-x4HSwA_pv51iVkhj6-RaExBqNt5FzISGI8RHTBMIVafNV2M/s320/208.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />It's hard getting the kids not to fight. I had to threaten to hog tie them. I'll do it I swear I will. the boys have a knack for turning picture day into a " Mom he's touching me, make him stop burping, gross who did that" ! Left to Right ( Mercedes ( head band ) 18 2008' graduate, Robert 7, Cassie 19, Karma 13, James 17<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fjxtH4jxVaAyNPNZF4e34vlivH7Xg2lzPXjUXrhK9ZC_qmMpz6Ks1eLAKXPp1yEC3sfq2kSQ5SIyDXii-L59q_GhRqE8XIuuBbmZWxj6uDvCHxYdtSeZmx4-vlrZyEBRgbPpEHApP13E/s1600-h/226.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362642031673662722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3fjxtH4jxVaAyNPNZF4e34vlivH7Xg2lzPXjUXrhK9ZC_qmMpz6Ks1eLAKXPp1yEC3sfq2kSQ5SIyDXii-L59q_GhRqE8XIuuBbmZWxj6uDvCHxYdtSeZmx4-vlrZyEBRgbPpEHApP13E/s320/226.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Karma and Robert my youngest it was a royal pain for Karma to take this picture, it's so funny to see those 2 together. He follows Karma around as much as she would follow the older girls around ( payback ). </div><div> </div><div>Needless to say I had a lot of fun spending the day with mostly all of my kids taking pictures and just HANGIN OUT, now if I can get the other 3 to come over so I can get their pictures I can finally complete my wall.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-86776434061703629372009-07-25T23:50:00.005-04:002009-07-26T01:43:05.838-04:00Tim's Garden<span style="color:#009900;">I have been putting in 40 plus hours, and haven't really had time to spend in our garden ( not to mention the mother of all toothaches ) I noticed that all of my gardens ( flower, herb, veggie, pepper, strawberry, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">potato</span> ) were in need of a major weed pulling. I couldn't even begin to do that without my ice tea, so I grab a few sprigs of mint out of the herb garden and begin to pull weeds until I notice we not only have 2 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pumpkins</span> that are big but 5 with loads of female plants with bees all over them getting pollinated.So of course I grab the camera and my husband to show him. And of course he instantly starts naming all the wonderful things I can make with fresh pumpkin ( cookies, pies, bread, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">etc</span>....) cold pumpkin soup he then looks at me with the worst face I've ever seen and screams " Have you lost your mind, why would you do that ! " My husband vegetable list consist of..... Can't think of one thing he likes. ( him and his sister used to hide vegetables under the table when they were younger)</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHdS8VstYp0b2iGMSc1S2uSomJBt1ZPKsyBmqj82rQ2HKprSQQ8MKFrJ5jvyfi2QmQWlPucs3ptzVFGJQjIJ7GSTsWgHXnKg_q552vK-JPNE9tIHxxK4CzpRfNTdkQhYsNaZ5OU_1UVMz/s1600-h/003.JPG"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362631848380274738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaHdS8VstYp0b2iGMSc1S2uSomJBt1ZPKsyBmqj82rQ2HKprSQQ8MKFrJ5jvyfi2QmQWlPucs3ptzVFGJQjIJ7GSTsWgHXnKg_q552vK-JPNE9tIHxxK4CzpRfNTdkQhYsNaZ5OU_1UVMz/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;">Part of the pumpkin patch. We put this at the back of the garden so the vines could trail down the hill ( NOT ) it's gone wild the vines are every where.<br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lSbsPKrwDfaVFkdo2SWyWZp413QxE9zIcmwBDZF5foteSdaakr-LQ5DRW5PxOsuCC6VKEkbRFT6GEfgW6BhOVa_swzn0wCxXnpKKJDaU32X1Xf9Pc8TAsoXTypGPPzLDyrn_wTsmAy0N/s1600-h/004.JPG"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362629861440071778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8lSbsPKrwDfaVFkdo2SWyWZp413QxE9zIcmwBDZF5foteSdaakr-LQ5DRW5PxOsuCC6VKEkbRFT6GEfgW6BhOVa_swzn0wCxXnpKKJDaU32X1Xf9Pc8TAsoXTypGPPzLDyrn_wTsmAy0N/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> the first one to start turning orange<br /><br /></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIm6ZExPcbWH3i5LQCT39c8_JEzEGcuwkoZpGjuL2gBtAqj13Nr3ixLL-FJkIO4adrtGicW_LU3Gvv0lwGZYybzFnvfNc7o6Ao4bl_UXBWISWZflNwtCWuQ3bT4J7Gg1BZlhMGtQFECGd8/s1600-h/006.JPG"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362614983099763154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIm6ZExPcbWH3i5LQCT39c8_JEzEGcuwkoZpGjuL2gBtAqj13Nr3ixLL-FJkIO4adrtGicW_LU3Gvv0lwGZYybzFnvfNc7o6Ao4bl_UXBWISWZflNwtCWuQ3bT4J7Gg1BZlhMGtQFECGd8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"><br />little baby one it weighs about a pound.<br /><br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zQht00ADDk/SmvUeehEYMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lWk3hRCahhM/s1600-h/007.JPG"><span style="color:#009900;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362613401367634114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8zQht00ADDk/SmvUeehEYMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/lWk3hRCahhM/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#009900;"> Peppers from the pepper garden. I used to grow about 10 different kinds, this year I only grew the 2 kinds ( jalapeno and hot banana ). Our tomato plants are loaded. I thought about canning but quickly dismissed the idea I'm feeling kinda lazy. So I've decided to start featuring recipes I've made with everything . So if anyone has any good ones pass them along.<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-78692614089350900212009-07-17T17:53:00.004-04:002009-07-17T18:18:13.268-04:00Thank You !!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5ZbuBaI34Y92ZfQ01imEIeTh1qJIqZ3alUy_0u5224K_56HXMUJvJjUisFsgaJEdVjyB9zWpYyLo75q_IWgvR6anCKyr0VxFy1lPoaH_ubljeF5d37aC4QJLkqn7e7yOIldtywf6pc9a/s1600-h/129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359554032795942482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib5ZbuBaI34Y92ZfQ01imEIeTh1qJIqZ3alUy_0u5224K_56HXMUJvJjUisFsgaJEdVjyB9zWpYyLo75q_IWgvR6anCKyr0VxFy1lPoaH_ubljeF5d37aC4QJLkqn7e7yOIldtywf6pc9a/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /></a> My first Thank You goes to my Favorite SISTER !!! Thank you so much <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bec</span> for mentioning my blog in your post today.It's Your Day Girl CONGRATS it looks wonderful ( I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SOOOOOOOOOO</span> jealous ) My second Thank You goes to everyone who stopped by to welcome me to the community, I promise to come by all of your sites and Thank You !! So tomorrow when I get home from work I made my list already make a Strawberry Sangria and start blogging ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span> not when I first get home ). Thank you, Thank you, Thank you I can't wait to see all of your sites. Missy<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH6Ykvj8VHb7aOs4nnR5zntFulqknZN-7gLIdGg9rnV2Wp1KttveGdQTnrKE3mbgPt5DM6cy4NC_edJJtGdKQc8amVk0gtrvQMswPzKsLmpxBVG9qxenUWdJHL8krRfaSXH6lNrtxU2hz/s1600-h/105.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359552448349848274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGH6Ykvj8VHb7aOs4nnR5zntFulqknZN-7gLIdGg9rnV2Wp1KttveGdQTnrKE3mbgPt5DM6cy4NC_edJJtGdKQc8amVk0gtrvQMswPzKsLmpxBVG9qxenUWdJHL8krRfaSXH6lNrtxU2hz/s320/105.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nd</span> day of Camp <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">McKenney</span> pontoon boat. Hey <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Bec</span>, SNAKE !!!!!!<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hehe</span>. I'll tell everyone more on that story later. Have a great Day<br /><div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-9895966402982208912009-07-17T17:08:00.006-04:002009-07-17T17:53:01.064-04:00My Sweet Peas<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyUqUA7effIOy_KjqAHweFuxfu5K0p2_AN9V5mRh-BsAFihxtSwKHzfxVkGG7j5e4q9rEIRZgJ4MCJ2yMU4t59J0Xcwq_ZWrp4lkG1o-DCOs_0JRccOQP9ecpSU3l3HpnF8h0Lawo-OGp/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359544851728796418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDyUqUA7effIOy_KjqAHweFuxfu5K0p2_AN9V5mRh-BsAFihxtSwKHzfxVkGG7j5e4q9rEIRZgJ4MCJ2yMU4t59J0Xcwq_ZWrp4lkG1o-DCOs_0JRccOQP9ecpSU3l3HpnF8h0Lawo-OGp/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LeiAnna</span> 2 going on 22, has just discovered the joys of flushing. This morning I made a list of the things I needed to after work. Cash check, slide in a nap,cook dinner, go to sister in laws blog. I don't remember putting fishing My Little Pony out of the toilet. She's being potty trained refuses to use the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">lil</span> peoples toilet so from start to finish use potty, flush toilet wash hands okay this is going smoothly until.......I turned my back and I quote " look gee ma horsey swim "she had the look of an ANGEL on her face how could I be mad her horse just wanted a swim. So with a smile (grimace ) on my face and the precision of a surgeon I extracted the offending object before poppa got home.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YlHDZjpENYiOpA7keKMNiMwxbNXKvCLzJYw6AiTgCYmYOBRhA32f3uFmQRX9y2KdlnQYN1gr835Hyeei1tR_menqUWghey6zV9QQEnrjhEn1AMrIEwA5b6tnCsd1_l0Or1EwWagnAJWt/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359542937362908242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-YlHDZjpENYiOpA7keKMNiMwxbNXKvCLzJYw6AiTgCYmYOBRhA32f3uFmQRX9y2KdlnQYN1gr835Hyeei1tR_menqUWghey6zV9QQEnrjhEn1AMrIEwA5b6tnCsd1_l0Or1EwWagnAJWt/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">AJ</span> 2 - 1/2 months old. His favorite game to play with grandma is..... Wait til she changes my diaper I know I can hit her if I wiggle just right. I'm just wondering what my daughter tells them that makes it big fun to torture me. After all I am the one with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">goodie</span> bag.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7UVfc5I6CAL7QMrfMgwVjvty8Eg4RZMZjJH-OTKAlr6bgb94mHWmdbqJH-un7-3mvU6tPT2vNOj_ejl75sRitif9Fy0O0FXnzknS_ic2FyO2lxPQp0TWKpECHzgZnm29BegXFbbCVlD0H/s1600-h/012.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-71122133068868424532009-07-06T23:39:00.002-04:002009-07-06T23:58:46.283-04:00PMSI didn't put pictures up because well I just don't have the patience at the moment . I'm sitting in my room mad at everything for no reason other than I have PMS.you know it's bad when you put yourself in time-out. Today I have put myself in time - out 3 times I feel it comin on. My Kids and husband have scattered, my mom won't talk to me. Just because I'm a little CRANKY. My grand babies are the only ones that will have anything to do with me ( they don't know any better ) the Lil darlings that's why I gave LeiAnna my 2 year old granddaughter CHOCOLATE. That'll teach em'. I have come up with a small list of signs that will keep them clear of me for the next..... few days<br /><br />1. If my head is spinning WALK AWAY<br />2. If I cry over a toilet paper commercial WALK AWAY<br />3. If I set my book down in the wrong spot and swear up and down you moved it AGREE and WALK AWAY<br />4. If all the chocolate and potato chips are gone RUN RUN I may have a melt down!!!<br />5. If I put the dogs out with a hobo stick YEAH I'VE LOST IT.<br /><br />My sweet and wonderful husband the most laid back guy I have ever met SWEARS ON EVERYTHING that if this is a preview to menopause he's leaving me, taking the kids, my mom and the dogs and moving.My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-44435738096835449442009-07-06T22:44:00.003-04:002009-07-06T23:38:13.398-04:00THE LAST 4 OF MY KIDS<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYRBJbcz4H4cOXaBAaJjWQ6LC1B5jUse-7yfE4eq-s9BAIjV0M4tF7SZYhscRIxEpoZ1HdbrLv5hdqGy8dnSgF5dW4TAxQ0mbolUbkaUOFpXoRIeH5688PbIWuFEeHSjAO0Jp_A__qaKm/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355549797084634130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZYRBJbcz4H4cOXaBAaJjWQ6LC1B5jUse-7yfE4eq-s9BAIjV0M4tF7SZYhscRIxEpoZ1HdbrLv5hdqGy8dnSgF5dW4TAxQ0mbolUbkaUOFpXoRIeH5688PbIWuFEeHSjAO0Jp_A__qaKm/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a> These lovely ladies are the last 3 of my girls, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tabetha</span> ( black ) Sonya (gold ) ( they are my sisters kids I raised ) and Ashley (pink)( Belongs to me) <span style="color:#ff0000;">Tab</span> 27 has recently started back in the nursing program ( after I had to threaten to disown her if she didn't ) has 3 beautiful children ( spawns of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chucky </span>) <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ha ha</span> just kidding, and an it ( husband ) even though I raised her as my child she is also my best friend . <span style="color:#cc33cc;">Sonya </span>25 lives in Tennessee with her 2 kids and husband I don't get to see her much but she calls daily just to say hi. <span style="color:#000099;">Ashley</span> 21 ( will kill me when she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">See's</span> the picture I have up of her ) I think she looks beautiful all pregnant and fluffy she still calls me Mommy and her dad Daddy which makes me feel really good because I still have my little girl even though she's a Mama now. All three of these girls have perfected rolling their eyes at me ( until I snatched them out, set them on the table ) <div>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLnxnIoiPjPKvHwTzUoe3_FQAgo8PnQ48szeQ8XzHaGE4kxgRnBs6UdFmnAJwy_lojT9kf61oduLFlSS5m-GXmE3beGBR6OcPNn_Vlfa7poOl3oOfrsj201ZOdPIjbL-QhfOvP_gZXQwT/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355547561690023826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRLnxnIoiPjPKvHwTzUoe3_FQAgo8PnQ48szeQ8XzHaGE4kxgRnBs6UdFmnAJwy_lojT9kf61oduLFlSS5m-GXmE3beGBR6OcPNn_Vlfa7poOl3oOfrsj201ZOdPIjbL-QhfOvP_gZXQwT/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />These <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">handsome</span> guys are my son Robert and my husband Tim, Robert dances to a beat all his own, but he is a joy to have. I'm thankful that god found a way to bring him into our lives. I find myself telling Rob the same things I tell James our oldest boy. Rob if you touch that bee you will get stung, Rob don't eat worms that's gross ( his cousin Sarah talked him into that one ), Rob if you try and ramp that skate board your gonna get hurt ( 3 stitches ). But with all of that he still makes me laugh like when he asked me " Mom is bingo your job ? " <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Um mm</span> no honey it's my hobby <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">hehehe</span> Tim just rolled his eyes at me. Now you've met all of my kids. Enjoy<br /><div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-76055868431954942982009-06-20T15:09:00.011-04:002009-06-20T16:52:20.433-04:00Meet 3 more of my kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIT2ZLAxnQga8MV6rI8hyphenhyphenp-z5eEk3MJv6_zWeO9pNR3PfxeK6tEAU5iSNcICOGHa67cg9nFK23rUTBdfiLlHnm12wvWTAgnXTUTN_VbGXEmBOzRblkuC4hSYZVnhzSmNezVqqP8xsqCtBM/s1600-h/IMG_0401.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349496672981485842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIT2ZLAxnQga8MV6rI8hyphenhyphenp-z5eEk3MJv6_zWeO9pNR3PfxeK6tEAU5iSNcICOGHa67cg9nFK23rUTBdfiLlHnm12wvWTAgnXTUTN_VbGXEmBOzRblkuC4hSYZVnhzSmNezVqqP8xsqCtBM/s320/IMG_0401.JPG" border="0" /></a> Your probably thinking okay this girl has lost it, she has a picture of a tree when she's introducing her kids to us. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Welllllllllll</span> this is the tree that Cassie fell out of. Let me tell you the story of THE TREE. Cassie, James, Mercedes,( my kids ) and some of their friends was sitting on the back porch when William ( friend ) tells Cassie "I bet you can't climb that tree "( it did have lower limbs ) Cassie being Cassie said okay bet. Cassie goes down the hill into the creek and starts to climb the tree. She gets about 10 feet up when a her foot misses a limb and she falls out of the tree and rolls into the creek ( this tree is about 100 feet up and slanted ) she Lay's their about 3 minutes and starts army crawling up the hill ( every one was stunned ) I hear a piercing scream "OH MY GOD SHE'S DEAD" I come running out the door as Cassie makes it to the bottom of the hill. My Husband and I make sure nothing broke before we move her and carry her up the hill into the car and off to the hospital we go. Thank God all she got was a 4 inch gash in her leg 30 stitches ( 15 inside and 15 outside ). She was a very lucky girl.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7upthpqdeHI6j-QLgrxy1utNhOQMqtNWJnYZ7b5JSJTxYalgXhVg4y2nyRiFQNklyOq_9NQO5jAeVzataWV0mkFSuEnSPQZ-NeWK4Ez9KsGT9Naci4IU7JdcrRKAnt3L9ATGjwow1Vbc/s1600-h/Cassie+12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349494044204165250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ7upthpqdeHI6j-QLgrxy1utNhOQMqtNWJnYZ7b5JSJTxYalgXhVg4y2nyRiFQNklyOq_9NQO5jAeVzataWV0mkFSuEnSPQZ-NeWK4Ez9KsGT9Naci4IU7JdcrRKAnt3L9ATGjwow1Vbc/s320/Cassie+12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is Cassie Today she's 19 proud of her scar and very very GOOFY ( the fall might have done it... not ). Any time I'm feeling down I can count on Cassie to cheer me up!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRau4yRTaZ8U4MtmsjfvDMainqnElQygw6iLqeX98r9peXxoICPG_Tfy4LFdnB5xh4v7KjvSRRSWAPAth-6FUTz7Bw4jD3nYRE6ycOxxPxZkJALPPmnk47-EP2CmePxr4CS8g_ygGAArE9/s1600-h/my+prince.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349493196588612802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRau4yRTaZ8U4MtmsjfvDMainqnElQygw6iLqeX98r9peXxoICPG_Tfy4LFdnB5xh4v7KjvSRRSWAPAth-6FUTz7Bw4jD3nYRE6ycOxxPxZkJALPPmnk47-EP2CmePxr4CS8g_ygGAArE9/s320/my+prince.jpg" border="0" /></a> Waiting on prince charming.......<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIGoq1idAWj9AKwrEaivaRUmVFNjDerZaJoEs9OYw3xy3WGDAWK6LT2jI5rURk25igJzcxXRjZcczAWuoRB9h71f9EmOuR5b7DeBGnn3k_og7rr_nrhrJpSNfVMuB_ZK2Di6W94XjqUPy/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349492819916316322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifIGoq1idAWj9AKwrEaivaRUmVFNjDerZaJoEs9OYw3xy3WGDAWK6LT2jI5rURk25igJzcxXRjZcczAWuoRB9h71f9EmOuR5b7DeBGnn3k_og7rr_nrhrJpSNfVMuB_ZK2Di6W94XjqUPy/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />practicing her mean look ( IT'S NOT WORKING DEAR)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM4jmI9FP8rYy5OTLHY_Oo6IbKsnWCyJLb0WeJsjI1d68QLHaV6K3gR708-zjredlC8rrFeaLyMHGii-3dMMEwnrnBMLJPa2iMc8BFm1P73FIxqdEZW9Krrh1CofyufjnOcEqF6OnwgOz/s1600-h/122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349490680893085042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAM4jmI9FP8rYy5OTLHY_Oo6IbKsnWCyJLb0WeJsjI1d68QLHaV6K3gR708-zjredlC8rrFeaLyMHGii-3dMMEwnrnBMLJPa2iMc8BFm1P73FIxqdEZW9Krrh1CofyufjnOcEqF6OnwgOz/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Mercedes she's our SERIOUS one. She just graduated High School and Turned 18.Besides being clumsy ( she tripped over a cotton ball ) She is our Vegetarian I'm not sure how she does it living in a house full of meat lover's. I'm so proud of her !!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRna7Y1Svql7qd346RAR5jNEAz8v0uL3FqzS0jnLuWrPcGLUICO-3RMgKlXL4NtrO5FqDfRrSxpMIWtuKvFe1klW7KfrkERGiRKcNWRGvyqPVAT2Siy5ripMVRizHWzjS36E37u29YEYJy/s1600-h/104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349490196236256594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRna7Y1Svql7qd346RAR5jNEAz8v0uL3FqzS0jnLuWrPcGLUICO-3RMgKlXL4NtrO5FqDfRrSxpMIWtuKvFe1klW7KfrkERGiRKcNWRGvyqPVAT2Siy5ripMVRizHWzjS36E37u29YEYJy/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /></a> Not sure what look she's going for here. I wish I was that Skinny.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0VGQIgHP_4W0PREyXyDOb15_5F36kz_512ofDLrXgvyn62kTmkFWD2UaeOWxDhZi_GxHPYHd6sXdec3V2gYwcq9Zjsf9kiVceWDlalmRl3vp2umY2hdXzdy0PrWOOu00Vrhkg6Iy4vys/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349489771969359554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0VGQIgHP_4W0PREyXyDOb15_5F36kz_512ofDLrXgvyn62kTmkFWD2UaeOWxDhZi_GxHPYHd6sXdec3V2gYwcq9Zjsf9kiVceWDlalmRl3vp2umY2hdXzdy0PrWOOu00Vrhkg6Iy4vys/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is James I'm going to write a book about him. 17 year old not so bright about some things boy. You know its bad when the emergency room staff knows you by name. " don't ride the bike it has <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NOOOOOO</span> brakes." ( 5 stitches to the head ) " don't ramp on the skate board " ( broken arm )" don't try and pierce anything ( both ears infected, 2 lip infections . Believe me I could go on... James is good at building things but he's a typical teenage boy just doesn't think before he does a lot of things!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bEi6cIx9Jeul4w8CdoboTkR1MP0Mna_UTknskA_0CNpu5vOjAjb4xlugOQruPbwaQHhgAz1rIhK_6Jxa3jNShJBn6eSojjXE8kex6UPbDG46LHwvOl2HCSTGT_J17JD4Pm8swhmKiwJs/s1600-h/016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349489394813386866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7bEi6cIx9Jeul4w8CdoboTkR1MP0Mna_UTknskA_0CNpu5vOjAjb4xlugOQruPbwaQHhgAz1rIhK_6Jxa3jNShJBn6eSojjXE8kex6UPbDG46LHwvOl2HCSTGT_J17JD4Pm8swhmKiwJs/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Handsome guy. I won't let him know that his head is big enough.</div><div> </div><div>Well You've met 4 four of my kid's so far Karma 13, Cassie 19, Mercedes 18, and James 17 I've got four more to go. Being 3o something ( 37 actually ) your probably asking now how in the world does she have so many kids. My husband and I got custody of the first two of our eight ( <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tabetha</span> 27 and Sonya 25 still to come ) On Christmas Eve when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Tabetha</span> was 11 after her mom ( my sister ) left them and moved to a different part of the city ( drugs and the new husband was more important ) We raised them until they were both of age. Robert 7 still to come ( the same sister ) started another family got her house raided and the baby taken away ( we've had him since he was 18 months old. James, Cassie, and Mercedes we've had since James was 3 days old ( my brother's kids ) all I can say is Drugs can REALLY rip a family apart. Karma 13, ( still to come Ashley 21) our 2 girls have a lot of siblings we love and cherish all of them. It's been a hard road for the kids finding themselves ,asking why, crying at night, nightmares. We try and make up for their losses and show them the right way sometimes they fall off track but we pick them up again and start all over. Enough about me I hope you'll enjoy meeting our kids and seeing some of the crazy thing they do. I just wanted you to get to know them .<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1186941836689890406.post-19585618968691627362009-06-17T21:30:00.011-04:002009-06-17T22:50:34.223-04:00Tribute to my Karma<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FDBeWh1dADAXddx6vz1Ui6QiCejLAnWG2aZ02Gnhe9iIaK3HpQXD2LPhF-x4tpqrhy3VAR-_wTVCXUIxB9wrZ7Va_RCRy_PMKBuswNfYPcjsU4AmV_tGBDATHlNhbd94pEwG9l9bmPX7/s1600-h/003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348486168249788994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0FDBeWh1dADAXddx6vz1Ui6QiCejLAnWG2aZ02Gnhe9iIaK3HpQXD2LPhF-x4tpqrhy3VAR-_wTVCXUIxB9wrZ7Va_RCRy_PMKBuswNfYPcjsU4AmV_tGBDATHlNhbd94pEwG9l9bmPX7/s320/003.jpg" border="0" /></a> Meet Karma, When the doctor told me I would have to deliver at 31 weeks the only name my husband and I wanted to name her was Karma ( she is our Good Karma )our Lil peanut weighed in a 2lbs. 13oz. 16 in. long her middle name is Orenda ( like Brenda but with an O ) it means Magical One ( Iroquois Indian) She was a fighter from day 1 now our Darling Girl is 13 and almost taller than me!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRc2W_yACZj1y6P1M46w_4_SW92iNE2n7Ub8Sfv1zh0W-vG-N5ZtCyBCn6trfAN-_-GW2JTrEfRodJ2mJJwrCEACYBep55ycVADhjWeDXDXIEwORiZmDt8uMcMkzZaQmevpu5NDkvPGPtI/s1600-h/karma1.jpg"><span style="font-size:+0;"></span></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bx6cqR0FpnhwJIWRuJkDw1m-_0zAQU2sLRct_hkay4BtG_5WGThnkc0nIdvI86XC7AuKaOHD1E1ZDTD4kX5AScVJGXobbI3c_SKoPxj8aUo7X7IW6qvfTUtC7bVq4wrBqjr6VDQsYmbQ/s1600-h/karma2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348483306687155266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4bx6cqR0FpnhwJIWRuJkDw1m-_0zAQU2sLRct_hkay4BtG_5WGThnkc0nIdvI86XC7AuKaOHD1E1ZDTD4kX5AScVJGXobbI3c_SKoPxj8aUo7X7IW6qvfTUtC7bVq4wrBqjr6VDQsYmbQ/s320/karma2.jpg" border="0" /></a> At 9 days old she was weighing in at a whopping 3lbs even. She was the exact same length as her sisters braid.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIaLGU4q2MiGtpKpjjjU3U7CZ77vWXhAM8NWJ-Q0kvvDYxkE-gxhpZydOmI_2jSdc5vyu3yexww90sxAfleAdg4GPpr2ydULSf0_dZKxDeKtkDa52VFEvkf6OaMq8MxHYyJ7Fw_7ISfL5/s1600-h/karma4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348483111346917698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxIaLGU4q2MiGtpKpjjjU3U7CZ77vWXhAM8NWJ-Q0kvvDYxkE-gxhpZydOmI_2jSdc5vyu3yexww90sxAfleAdg4GPpr2ydULSf0_dZKxDeKtkDa52VFEvkf6OaMq8MxHYyJ7Fw_7ISfL5/s320/karma4.jpg" border="0" /></a> We got to take her home 4 days before Mother's day ( What a WONDERFUL GIFT FOR ME ) this was her first visit straight from the hospital to visit her Grandpa Chess. My father in law had MS and wasn't able to visit her at the hospital it was just to hard of a trip for him to make so Tim and I wanted him to be the first visit we made. This was a Happy moment for Tim to be able to hand his dad our Lil peanut.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKClClSt3EwP2q7XWX-87wecS2C8wTYFs0mpuhIVZkhgw8be91-kVJFkY1PHvM6qtGsDAMipC0PZw71jk5ycfmVmvKa_ZpXtmBQbbCkTxqAZYT_ZMpw4a1a7NgCRM5qhEn_PaSkRyL_2Ef/s1600-h/karma8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348482893695763218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKClClSt3EwP2q7XWX-87wecS2C8wTYFs0mpuhIVZkhgw8be91-kVJFkY1PHvM6qtGsDAMipC0PZw71jk5ycfmVmvKa_ZpXtmBQbbCkTxqAZYT_ZMpw4a1a7NgCRM5qhEn_PaSkRyL_2Ef/s320/karma8.jpg" border="0" /></a> Karma at 4 loved being a Princesses even with her Kool Aid Mustache<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiK9MIO_IH2t4HB54FpebYgjQV_qrXrteY7X7SnXJAOlCCGg1z_KQfCzyI7-pB49IiGvBOtpJjX5qpGCJ0rbyUoehFcOO6Rjmr_uLuTMiyKQ_dsQ94Q1sPVx448Icyw809G_7GtOnL9Wyv/s1600-h/020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348482598530597986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiK9MIO_IH2t4HB54FpebYgjQV_qrXrteY7X7SnXJAOlCCGg1z_KQfCzyI7-pB49IiGvBOtpJjX5qpGCJ0rbyUoehFcOO6Rjmr_uLuTMiyKQ_dsQ94Q1sPVx448Icyw809G_7GtOnL9Wyv/s320/020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is Karma today at 13. No more Lil peanut, I thank God every day for her survival she has been our piece of Good Karma. She recently graduated the 6th grade and what better way for everyone to meet her. This is my tribute to her. She is the sweetest person I know, with the kindest heart a person can ever have ( she gets that from her dad ) She thinks of others before she thinks of herself. I could go on for day's ( yes I know I'm Bragging sorry my love for her tends to overflow.)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaE-XTdKk9DDW4h1HTCHJdjJ4fb_ObZbebJGBIQq9d7EY2tEE0Qqlz-NGL5RjzNFeAzKv02DRUlKcwzb_s3Ju4GUNa9ypFxDNzRVUxdFn_xxtGsi_RwG0kfkd3OJa6Q7RN4Y-ZzkEpDot/s1600-h/IMG_0396.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348480690923808226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOaE-XTdKk9DDW4h1HTCHJdjJ4fb_ObZbebJGBIQq9d7EY2tEE0Qqlz-NGL5RjzNFeAzKv02DRUlKcwzb_s3Ju4GUNa9ypFxDNzRVUxdFn_xxtGsi_RwG0kfkd3OJa6Q7RN4Y-ZzkEpDot/s320/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Her President's award for Academic Achievement 2009 given to her at her 6th grade Graduation.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdJT3mspp6lPNmJxEbg2N7IUBW7CuMRjzdr7ki8sc4PWHFhbVhShwZAY6FduThV-UM-0XljI_eP-jrS7wf_tnvlzCYz56OQCvJqn057GzxNJbXweqwQWiLFmTOR8lmmI8RI5VWVCHOk5n/s1600-h/IMG_0395.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348479480939291954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdJT3mspp6lPNmJxEbg2N7IUBW7CuMRjzdr7ki8sc4PWHFhbVhShwZAY6FduThV-UM-0XljI_eP-jrS7wf_tnvlzCYz56OQCvJqn057GzxNJbXweqwQWiLFmTOR8lmmI8RI5VWVCHOk5n/s320/IMG_0395.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Her Certificate's - Sixth grade Diploma, Certificate of Scholastic Achievement ( 4 quarters on Honor Roll, 4th Quarter Honor Roll, Yearly and Quarter Extra Effort Award ( for helping tutor kids)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0KlsfHljz3IxDMREct81gzh5xVF71ol58vpfPXp3pD1oMxiVDOT6au4qeepHr6_gsdHrafXQqgyyvchyphenhyphenxIE_uUlJ1tv6WiBTYBocNYeA8Ckzo6AMA-L0bL4ObZDJv763SytgIhrz1Os6/s1600-h/IMG_0393.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348477935002608690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC0KlsfHljz3IxDMREct81gzh5xVF71ol58vpfPXp3pD1oMxiVDOT6au4qeepHr6_gsdHrafXQqgyyvchyphenhyphenxIE_uUlJ1tv6WiBTYBocNYeA8Ckzo6AMA-L0bL4ObZDJv763SytgIhrz1Os6/s320/IMG_0393.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Karma and her BF Laura. They have been 2 peas in a pod since Daisey Scouts.<br /></div><div>Congratulations Honey I Love and am SOOOOOOOO Proud of U!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>My Placehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14344315068342707815noreply@blogger.com3