tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45675714431389075082024-02-20T11:56:05.389-08:00The World Is So Lovely"The Sunshine, The Flowers, The Stars Up Above... A Home Where I Live, And A Family I Love"Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-38979292698732781152010-01-19T01:05:00.000-08:002010-01-19T01:42:54.521-08:00Board GamesOur family loves playing games. We usually play a game or two every week after dinner. Some of our favorites include Apples To Apples, Sorry, Life, The Price Is Right and Monopoly to name a few. For Christmas we received a few new games that we are really enjoying:
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTf1kOZt4rrS-8IsPoEon9dWUz4NbfhxEvgF3ObAT6cWAbRP2x6fJyQ1i30lOdiz_h0wx2_EPrYWcVj9gr2leo3SDEeQchk0I50Wrij2wq2uR88z6OpX4RiHlwWOQN5iUZ4bEu7aQuk1I/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428377786358061810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifTf1kOZt4rrS-8IsPoEon9dWUz4NbfhxEvgF3ObAT6cWAbRP2x6fJyQ1i30lOdiz_h0wx2_EPrYWcVj9gr2leo3SDEeQchk0I50Wrij2wq2uR88z6OpX4RiHlwWOQN5iUZ4bEu7aQuk1I/s400/001.JPG" /></a><strong>Monopoly City</strong></div><div align="center">This is a fun twist to Monopoly AND there is a timer so the game does not last for hours!! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWxf528zRdQxWjpRScVyY2C9Jenf9vzvRNbqbvtHJAokBAIOyqSS_Q13piwD7G4WrTEGfAph_SD8SccuaulhwEJ4WqfUab0yCTitIV9cGFAlllJg9DD2mB_mr9BYlCGWSkJrna8J-bD9J/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428377773730107634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWxf528zRdQxWjpRScVyY2C9Jenf9vzvRNbqbvtHJAokBAIOyqSS_Q13piwD7G4WrTEGfAph_SD8SccuaulhwEJ4WqfUab0yCTitIV9cGFAlllJg9DD2mB_mr9BYlCGWSkJrna8J-bD9J/s400/003.JPG" /></a> Caleb needed some money. He thought he would sell passes for those who landed on his spaces. Instead of paying the price that the card said, you would have a "free pass" that only cost you a million dollars to begin with.
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfsK-q50juizY8uWK2Rtjn1dUfiuNb_tF1t4tKW9puV_1IUhWwgRPhvBPHLxctiTskucttFcK3Pq-8vghLJnW2LW2QKlk1CZ7_AnoT22-pV1puAdiGG0hP_sj0r64_LkEjaUXvQpfbu_h/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428377765108086738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOfsK-q50juizY8uWK2Rtjn1dUfiuNb_tF1t4tKW9puV_1IUhWwgRPhvBPHLxctiTskucttFcK3Pq-8vghLJnW2LW2QKlk1CZ7_AnoT22-pV1puAdiGG0hP_sj0r64_LkEjaUXvQpfbu_h/s400/004.JPG" /></a>Obviously he was desperate and was not getting any buyers.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihl-aiaaiy1ow2SpktrPxOMZwmnUIgpdVRy7znJBQyqFZpuk7rE4HUM6Cy_tpq22P6ESxMbMsbz2P-vuEcRRnLFFldJPbc5sCsFzWRs1YfkJl9GxjL1Mrf_rtSc8HMGxDwYWsNygQfrHRJ/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428377752546007954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihl-aiaaiy1ow2SpktrPxOMZwmnUIgpdVRy7znJBQyqFZpuk7rE4HUM6Cy_tpq22P6ESxMbMsbz2P-vuEcRRnLFFldJPbc5sCsFzWRs1YfkJl9GxjL1Mrf_rtSc8HMGxDwYWsNygQfrHRJ/s400/010.JPG" /></a> Ticket To Ride is a game that my parents gave us for Christmas. This is my favorite game right now. Scott and I have played this game numerous times and I am trying not to be a sore loser! We introduced this game to Scott's parents who enjoy it too. If anyone wants to learn how to play, come on over and we'll have a fun game night.</div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div></div><div></div><div align="left">This week I added a few new games for us to try. Target was having their 75% off <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">clearance</span> toys. I found 5 new board games. I was so excited to get such a good deal - almost like I won a game!</div><div align="left">
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<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-82353506606813427992009-12-30T12:57:00.000-08:002009-12-30T13:21:57.973-08:00Wii Are Friends<div align="center">Caleb had Miles come over the other night. Can you guess what they did practically the entire time? They had a lot of fun and are such good friends.</div>
<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDPSFXTOxuRCqhELbvD-COQ48L2cwNdq2hWh0xYjkSNh3R_5MTONBafPOUhwQ2DoWF68hz7uBbArDJlbsZZjH7sGq1DZ7boyrPbqY99c0ieGksPeBRNLjFObsFCe1KUetMton_NCpTF9Q/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421139347453469234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFDPSFXTOxuRCqhELbvD-COQ48L2cwNdq2hWh0xYjkSNh3R_5MTONBafPOUhwQ2DoWF68hz7uBbArDJlbsZZjH7sGq1DZ7boyrPbqY99c0ieGksPeBRNLjFObsFCe1KUetMton_NCpTF9Q/s400/022.JPG" /></a>Wii, Pizza and a Slushie - Everything a boy could ask for! </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLc-Xr6n408kv4b17ZIRPXLd60apnhNBJoBSI9eA7jUBhHeIcPS8GrkjEZH9n6y1P-ENqcbTqTWEauFS-qx_838vbXBpnB5glaio1gRvcvp1aU-Ag63ajWaHCXg_vxpGkNtr2796HZZrdY/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421139341271330450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLc-Xr6n408kv4b17ZIRPXLd60apnhNBJoBSI9eA7jUBhHeIcPS8GrkjEZH9n6y1P-ENqcbTqTWEauFS-qx_838vbXBpnB5glaio1gRvcvp1aU-Ag63ajWaHCXg_vxpGkNtr2796HZZrdY/s400/024.JPG" /></a> And while they were entertained, Scott and I had time to put all the Christmas decorations away. Here's proof that my house is messy more often than some people think.
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTVsVydG8f50GxvSf2F1igP_I012HoZQPbqB6r5gwHqnjnRs5nqmXugZoeXXn0lbgzbS5t5SVnhfYrwSxnlFmy0fkRDc23tfeatresjs4C3AKhykVjnQPUypVB9Y1tNXo67jFsbfFCusA/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421139333601983874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPTVsVydG8f50GxvSf2F1igP_I012HoZQPbqB6r5gwHqnjnRs5nqmXugZoeXXn0lbgzbS5t5SVnhfYrwSxnlFmy0fkRDc23tfeatresjs4C3AKhykVjnQPUypVB9Y1tNXo67jFsbfFCusA/s400/025.JPG" /></a> Now we are ready to start the New Year!</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a>
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<br /></div></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-14978274191297194202009-12-23T10:21:00.000-08:002009-12-23T10:47:40.321-08:00From Our Family To Yours -<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4Z8HALFG0YW9kqF6GDebQGZ3qlWHphB4oF2GNuksWLYG4aTOmNu95XX7L8la7UID34CS3uCM56TotzccbIYdGfoqsUX6MHzA37K0MIgdZbGchaURNabhddVxxQ_2Sl4HgRt5njVWuJ57/s1600-h/Christmas+2009+Card+-+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418500855974434946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv4Z8HALFG0YW9kqF6GDebQGZ3qlWHphB4oF2GNuksWLYG4aTOmNu95XX7L8la7UID34CS3uCM56TotzccbIYdGfoqsUX6MHzA37K0MIgdZbGchaURNabhddVxxQ_2Sl4HgRt5njVWuJ57/s400/Christmas+2009+Card+-+1.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ffffff;"> .</span><br /><p></p><p></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><em><strong>May your life be filled with love, joy and peace this Christmas season and throughout the New Year!</strong></em></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-37288128180580406872009-12-16T08:09:00.000-08:002009-12-16T11:44:24.325-08:00Christmas Light Hero<p align="center">If you are a Guitar Hero fan, like Lindsay and Caleb, you will LOVE this video:</p><p align="center">
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<br /><a href="http://news.holidash.com/2009/12/14/christmas-light-hero-puts-your-decorations-to-shame/?icid=mainmaindl7link3http%3A%2F%2Fnews.holidash.com%2F2009%2F12%2F14%2Fchristmas-light-hero-puts-your-decorations-to-shame%2F">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">article</span> that we found this video on is found <span style="color:#660000;">HERE</span></a><span style="color:#660000;">!</span></a></a> I am sure the kids will be wanting us to decorate our house like this next year!
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<br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a> </p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-32615366220870699282009-12-14T00:37:00.000-08:002009-12-14T14:13:10.843-08:00O Christmas Tree! O Christmas Tree! . . . Much Pleasure Thou Can'st Give Me.<div align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">There are many creative blogs that I enjoy looking at and a few are having a Christmas Tree Party. </span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#333333;">This is a great way to see some fabulous Christmas trees without leaving your chair. I decided I wanted to participate this year so I am posting a few pictures of the trees we have in our home.</span> </span></div>
<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD29HCXSHZjKWLGysF32g-qYA1KWZVHxjWvUd1aMQcwxY-yHUo5PGpVuw6TOYpokAumy28cEPPxcQNiStG2hujvLSJ4T6uywXYh73pnz8czbFyyh_0BSsmZxhVxczBtLUfg3ygoStTHIUB/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010888387069618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD29HCXSHZjKWLGysF32g-qYA1KWZVHxjWvUd1aMQcwxY-yHUo5PGpVuw6TOYpokAumy28cEPPxcQNiStG2hujvLSJ4T6uywXYh73pnz8czbFyyh_0BSsmZxhVxczBtLUfg3ygoStTHIUB/s400/040.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="color:#333333;">Since we live in Oregon, we like to get a real tree! We do love the smell and beauty of the trees and it is a fun tradition to go as a family to find the perfect one.</span> </span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHfpzoZ_UAZOlu5amAvuqsINj8zD-URAKJU4So9sV6r8-VeeLJ7bqnkO9dDfl8Te5OkzjGd7doI6F3Jx6V0p5nRdz3aDiG97SDfgtw4Nq7bgp2IWNbPP3kr8AaCKjuLEu5X48TlmjcwYy/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010882964479826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOHfpzoZ_UAZOlu5amAvuqsINj8zD-URAKJU4So9sV6r8-VeeLJ7bqnkO9dDfl8Te5OkzjGd7doI6F3Jx6V0p5nRdz3aDiG97SDfgtw4Nq7bgp2IWNbPP3kr8AaCKjuLEu5X48TlmjcwYy/s400/006.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> (click to enlarge)</span></div><div align="left">
<br /><span style="color:#333333;">Our tree is decorated with white lights, a beaded cranberry garland, beeswax stars, yummy smelling gingerbread ornaments and country decor. Of course there are some personal ornaments that are part of our tree too. My husband has one in particular that I like to hide in the back. <em>(It has to do with his </em><a href="http://www.warnervideo.com/christmasvacation/"><span style="color:#333333;"><em>favorite Christmas movie staring Clark </em></span></a></span><span style="color:#333333;"><a href="http://www.warnervideo.com/christmasvacation/"><span style="color:#333333;"><em>W. Griswold.</em></span></a><em> It</em></span><span style="color:#333333;"><em> is lucky to have a place on the tree to begin with!)</em> And finally our the tree is topped with a BEAUTIFUL, TREASURED ANGEL that my mom made for our family. </span></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYHjZNGrgkdJSjAsXd5JNLPkWVJb3hHwPYEMSjvJTmlqo-jms5Zav_Cm1xXJt-z0diZZ60QkzWNa_lsNL-am6MBNvzEBjG2GJK6n4LghFTLQrVIcoFxb0LfbcJ7B2ggWLeSLP3E4_78QC/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010872778602466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYHjZNGrgkdJSjAsXd5JNLPkWVJb3hHwPYEMSjvJTmlqo-jms5Zav_Cm1xXJt-z0diZZ60QkzWNa_lsNL-am6MBNvzEBjG2GJK6n4LghFTLQrVIcoFxb0LfbcJ7B2ggWLeSLP3E4_78QC/s400/006.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:78%;">(click to enlarge)</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#333333;">In the kitchen, we have a small tree decorated with bows, tags and a star. </span></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#333333;">The tags say:</span> </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Family, Christ, Love, Joy &</strong> <strong>Peace</strong></span></span> </span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTU8gdjzJgCHCiqzeTQTNi-3z8-YY2YGB4U9E0HdfwTUBzfh1NH7pLZCIWaTOwqW0uSn29sZxQxGQSyIzHpd0GFL79FyJsd9sD_wUTPm2QoTawA1ZjFQqekjM9nNqjjvKmcWIbsnZVp9D/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010866704963138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBTU8gdjzJgCHCiqzeTQTNi-3z8-YY2YGB4U9E0HdfwTUBzfh1NH7pLZCIWaTOwqW0uSn29sZxQxGQSyIzHpd0GFL79FyJsd9sD_wUTPm2QoTawA1ZjFQqekjM9nNqjjvKmcWIbsnZVp9D/s400/018.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#333333;">Here is a simple, small tree with fabric balls, berries and a star. This is placed in our family room. </span></p><p align="left"><span style="color:#333333;">Not pictured are the trees the kids have in their rooms. They love to have their own small tree with lights and decorations. Caleb, my 9 year old son, decorated his tree with a <a href="http://www.nintendo.com/"><span style="color:#333333;">Nintendo theme: Mario, Luigi, Donkey Kong, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Wii</span></span> remotes and so forth</span></a>. My 11 year old daughter Lindsay, has various ornaments on her tree that she treasures. </span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bT9JNQzWMARGLfpbySnbuBjQ1zdI7zpgXDhLXZV4FZ_thAwskI-25Yxztbms_UeDg-924SO8OVu6sbte_zWvPS1rDE5Q-lHfppJrdiRluWlhamPGJsn5eVL3KcbGJ4dsV1Bb5ogY3DpE/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415010859404801170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4bT9JNQzWMARGLfpbySnbuBjQ1zdI7zpgXDhLXZV4FZ_thAwskI-25Yxztbms_UeDg-924SO8OVu6sbte_zWvPS1rDE5Q-lHfppJrdiRluWlhamPGJsn5eVL3KcbGJ4dsV1Bb5ogY3DpE/s400/014.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#333333;">And even though this is not a tree, our nativity reminds us what Christmas is really about.</span> </span>
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<br /></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>We would like to wish everyone a </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>Happy and Joyous Christmas!</strong></span></div>
<br /><a href="http://www.thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com/"></a><p align="center"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong>To find out more about sharing your Christmas decor, check out the following websites:
<br /></p></strong><p align="center"><a href="http://hookedonhouses.net/2009/12/10/hooked-on-holiday-house-tours-party-time"><span style="color:#333333;">Hooked On Houses</span></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://theinspiredroom.net/2009/12/10/my-house-tour-ill-be-home-for-christmas/?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+wordpress%2FwoWq+%28The+Inspired+Room%29?"><span style="color:#333333;">The Inspired Room</span></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#333333;">Thrifty Decor Chick</span></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://funkyjunkinteriors.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#333333;">Funky Junk Interiors</span></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.thenester.com/2009/12/christmas-tour.html?"><span style="color:#333333;">The Nesting Place</span></a></p><p align="center"><a href="http://southernhospitalityblog.com/"><span style="color:#333333;">Southern Hospitality</span></a></p><p align="left"></p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-87710367574312655112009-12-12T18:03:00.000-08:002009-12-12T20:12:00.008-08:00A Day Of Fish, Mud, & "The Perfect Tree"Today was a fun day. We first went to a kids Christmas party that Scott's company has every year. The kids were excited, not because Santa and Ronald McDonald were there, but they wanted to get 2 new pets. We would like to welcome to our family:
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<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvNpaaC6fI_9Nn4nQq8MyyUmwjIJgaZjldLwxlWc8iEAB6nIN2OIcm_kHs6LkgN3csKOK-so87QkSfykq_2-QET_K5rWkNeqA7WTEMy21tNFczfUUbFPBY2gUGp-awomzfwnw6UOiPbra/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555323434560722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcvNpaaC6fI_9Nn4nQq8MyyUmwjIJgaZjldLwxlWc8iEAB6nIN2OIcm_kHs6LkgN3csKOK-so87QkSfykq_2-QET_K5rWkNeqA7WTEMy21tNFczfUUbFPBY2gUGp-awomzfwnw6UOiPbra/s400/004.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Gary</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVO3FoqWvzjdS5p3kf1M-M6Ygucx-VfYj4GOJEFtW5DPcDQUrYoH1DkRBpWgtMX95_I9QyfgZsuvbYNypy_S6a6zTy7h1Fl-ylyThSEyanPKp8gXt-6tfvSpZu6oASei32mYwnK2-MLAAf/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555321868630402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVO3FoqWvzjdS5p3kf1M-M6Ygucx-VfYj4GOJEFtW5DPcDQUrYoH1DkRBpWgtMX95_I9QyfgZsuvbYNypy_S6a6zTy7h1Fl-ylyThSEyanPKp8gXt-6tfvSpZu6oASei32mYwnK2-MLAAf/s400/005.JPG" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#660000;">and Gary JR.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><div align="left">These beta fish were named after a character on the show Sponge Bob - go figure! His work does an amazing job with this party. The kids have fun and leave with a big bag of prizes and treats. <em>(Caleb spent more than an hour winning what he says is a $10 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bakugan</span> toy.)</em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">This afternoon we finally went to get our Christmas tree. We wanted to go to a u-cut farm so we waited for a Saturday when nothing was going on. We have been so busy and with it getting dark so early, weekends were the only option. We rode the tractor out into the MUDDY field. <em>(I have a lot of laundry to do now since everything is so dirty.)</em> Anyway, Caleb actually found the "perfect tree" for us. Scott seconded the motion, Lindsay said she liked it, and I thought - well I guess I can find a big ornament to fill in that big hole. </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.
<br /></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnuTzkb4474QxNhcboB2UGQNLziKP_TjmY11iaCyeqGYr-IB8cVSjYlYwPiU_hsa33vnaMwsebi0fX3i3xhygotIsdAeRtr91xLbWzZZ-HEiRBrsZKCKCVZLBEzQywXBDzvPn3DdM96Xx/s1600-h/2009-12-12-1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555312287353858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDnuTzkb4474QxNhcboB2UGQNLziKP_TjmY11iaCyeqGYr-IB8cVSjYlYwPiU_hsa33vnaMwsebi0fX3i3xhygotIsdAeRtr91xLbWzZZ-HEiRBrsZKCKCVZLBEzQywXBDzvPn3DdM96Xx/s400/2009-12-12-1.jpg" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#660000;">Caleb wanted to try and cut it down. </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#660000;">He let Scott cut it down after trying for about 20 seconds.</span></strong>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImBLx9LU1nwCf_ti0ReeYDtHQqXH9412T969cBoRsizhGUJEUqZle6t9nGdXeZKlwSOkOooOBGQdDbU9YCiD5XR08RZ-wAtGm1iLqLFTtIAlWkyPbvys7NT5_Deyy34n3oqlT4eXpd3ZU/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555301526747874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhImBLx9LU1nwCf_ti0ReeYDtHQqXH9412T969cBoRsizhGUJEUqZle6t9nGdXeZKlwSOkOooOBGQdDbU9YCiD5XR08RZ-wAtGm1iLqLFTtIAlWkyPbvys7NT5_Deyy34n3oqlT4eXpd3ZU/s400/020.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Zack came too. It was really cold outside so he was bundled up!
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<br /></div><div align="center"><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzIgvxXxAS2EPwVl7dKeoS7Fjns7xGVJ3fZQTNvSlHIEWBmb98sYGvmSoAaSZAseMIn2AEQ-tTFaFBJ8JnMpBxMij_cpJsu-949E6hBib-OqYViqQVRWhH2MDQfvUfF3nfZI6LYlg621o/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414555296771668818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVzIgvxXxAS2EPwVl7dKeoS7Fjns7xGVJ3fZQTNvSlHIEWBmb98sYGvmSoAaSZAseMIn2AEQ-tTFaFBJ8JnMpBxMij_cpJsu-949E6hBib-OqYViqQVRWhH2MDQfvUfF3nfZI6LYlg621o/s400/033.JPG" /></a><strong><span style="color:#660000;"> While we waited for the tractor to pick us up, we talked to the cows. </span></strong><strong><span style="color:#660000;">The cow bit Lindsay's coat.</span></strong>
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<br /></div><div><div><div></div><div></div><div align="left">Decorating the tree sounds like a good Family Home evening activity for Monday night. But first Scott and I have to fight about who is putting on the lights this year. <em>(We don't actually fight - we just both dread putting those darn lights on). </em></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I guess it is now time to start working on sharing time for tomorrow. Nothing like waiting until the last minute. </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a></div></div></div></div></div>
<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-26452607094161964762009-12-11T10:34:00.000-08:002009-12-11T13:21:15.074-08:00"All I Want For Christmas Is For You To Work On Our Blog"...Yes! Really!! Lindsay told me last night, on our way home from her band concert, that all she wants for Christmas is for me to update our blog. Actually her and Scott both have been asking non-stop for the past few months. Scott's reason for wanting me to blog again is so that we can move past Father's Day! It has been 5 months since my last post. Things were so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hectic</span> and busy this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">summer</span> that there was no time to blog. And then when I finally had more time, it felt so overwhelming. I felt like there was too much to write about. So instead of picking up where I left off, I am just going to start with what is happening now. And since this is Lindsay's Christmas wish, I am going to start with her.<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414052459657331746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZSAls8H-PeqxOTZTUDP7QhrP0e3OOlUSa_o3Csu8e6oWCPD0HBEk4krgSCEhNwfg8jbDnVZHKJsQMYwGR6osKLbjUY8JJXy9Ym3DvC7SNu6IxSHrTc5WUaGcru9RPlgekmH1KEDFY5Z8h/s400/016.JPG" /><br />Last night we attended her middle school band concert. She plays (my old) flute and is also in the bell choir. She is really loving them both. I had to practically beg her to take band to begin with. I told her I thought she would have fun, but before school even started, she was not sure. So last night I asked her if this was the right decision and she said "YES, I LOVE IT"!! Bell Choir is a group of about 12 kids that meet after school on Tuesday's. She is having so much fun being part of the group and I love they way they sound.</p><p>On Tuesday, I went with the Bell Choir (and choir) on a field trip. They <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">visited</span> a few local elementary schools and then they went to the capital building to perform. I am glad that I was able to go with them. It is such a good way to get to know the kids and the teacher better. Plus Lindsay wanted me to go. I was sad that I did not take my video camera but I did manage to take a small 1 minute video (from a distance) with my phone. You probably will not be able to see Lindsay playing the bells since I am far away but you can at least try to hear them (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, well... the sound did not pick up that good either). She is 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span></span> from the left I believe. </p><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxlK-dXRXdQmQCd0Lfgyv4C37kd9-LAn9G5HZjeGZ40C6oOyryood5YbOoNmL0U_qABqg3Pj8oqFUmQXrOt0Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>Anyway, I will try to be better at keeping things updated. What a busy time to start the blog up again with Christmas in 2 weeks, but I am doing it for my Sunshine! Love you Lindsay!</p><p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></a></p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-32673697001148488102009-06-23T08:23:00.000-07:002009-06-23T08:24:48.140-07:00Father's Day<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwghardGJNoOYtx92sAhgUtLsfcymnfAeZB1FRvPZS_t9xmjIex9bgys_eQP1NVrZjV_6luyFuLSnG1Uvwy18L6pm9A1-bw0L_UIIEkrv2q8DVyFh9nb-10CCgi0XQ2Uhj5b5vxhWSMWsw/s1600-h/039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350324264400667058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwghardGJNoOYtx92sAhgUtLsfcymnfAeZB1FRvPZS_t9xmjIex9bgys_eQP1NVrZjV_6luyFuLSnG1Uvwy18L6pm9A1-bw0L_UIIEkrv2q8DVyFh9nb-10CCgi0XQ2Uhj5b5vxhWSMWsw/s400/039.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>Happy Father's Day Scott!!</em></span></strong> <div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><em>We love and appreciate you so much!!</em></span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left">Father's Day this year was a bunch of changed plans. We WERE going to go camping and then we decided not to. We WERE going to go to the coast, and then decided not to. We WERE going to visit family, and then decided not to. So what did Scott decide to do on his Father's Day?? Take a nap!! It was such a GOOD IDEA that I took one too! We ended up having a nice, quiet, peaceful Father's Day and that is what Scott wanted. The kids made him a delicious breakfast in bed and super-sized cards! Scott, you are such a wonderful husband and father! <strong><span style="color:#660000;">WE LOVE YOU!</span></strong></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left">And a Happy Father's Day again, to our dads! We love and appreciate you too!</div><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a> and kids!</p></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-69611347977955571882009-06-18T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-18T21:47:57.873-07:00How Many Of Me<div style="COLOR: #000"><table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="1" width="350" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td style="FONT: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; COLOR: white; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #0066b3">HowManyOfMe.com</td></tr><tr><td style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid"><table style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td style="PADDING-TOP: 2px" width="120"><a style="TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://howmanyofme.com/"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px; BORDER-TOP: black 1px; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px" height="100" alt="Logo" src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" width="100" /></a></td><td><span style="FONT: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#000;" >There are
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<br />people with <span id="hmpu">my name</span> in the U.S.A.</span>
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<br />I came across this site and decided to see how many people in the U.S.A. share my first and last name. Really?!?! Only 6?!?! I thought there would be a few more but if you know our last name, then I guess it is not that common (<em>or</em> desirable. It is not like you have a choice in what your last name is, <em>right</em>?! :) After you receive your results, this site will let you know some more information about your first name and your last name and how common it is.</div><div color="#000"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div style="COLOR: #000"></div><div style="COLOR: #000">Here are the results for the name Natalie:</div><ul><li><div style="COLOR: #000">There are 150,280 people in the U.S. with the first name Natalie.</div></li><li style="COLOR: #000">Statistically the 402nd most popular first name. </li><li style="COLOR: #000">More than 99.9 percent of people with the first name Natalie are female. </li></ul><p style="COLOR: #000">And the results for our last name:</p><ul><li style="COLOR: #000">There are 11,930 people in the U.S. with our last name. </li><li style="COLOR: #000">Statistically the 3154th most popular last name. </li></ul><div style="COLOR: #000">Since it was so much fun seeing how many share my name, I decided to try everyone in our family. Here are their results:</div><ul><li><div style="COLOR: #000"><strong>Scott:</strong> 33 - More common than I thought!</div></li><li><div style="COLOR: #000"><strong>Lindsay:</strong> 4 - Less than me!</div></li><li><div style="COLOR: #000"><strong>Caleb:</strong> 1 - Ha! That is weird. Do you think this is accurate? </div></li><li><div style="COLOR: #000"><strong>Zeke:</strong> 1 or fewer! I had to plug in his name too just for fun! </div></li></ul>Have fun seeing how popular your name is!
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<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-31133281662704585202009-06-17T00:01:00.000-07:002009-06-17T11:26:04.627-07:00Lindsay's Fifth Grade Graduation<div align="left">Fifth grade graduation was on June 10th. I can't believe Lindsay is headed off to Middle School. She is excited - me, not so much - but I am not letting my emotions show. We had a fun girls night out the evening before trying to find something new to wear. They were asked to wear their Sunday best. I was surprised that we found something so fast AND at the first store that we went to. It is hard to find clothes for Lindsay that we both agree on. We must agree that it fits properly, is modest and affordable. I refuse to pay a lot for clothes that she will outgrow in a few months. So this is what we agreed upon:</div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348178958708748034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPsv1OeMt9PJsMcAZzF_XcAjb3i-S96MFh5rBMdNVv_2oSHE3ILdsWITKmzDcK7ORqf8Tzqs4C-liZ7VYZNNpaAp82vEzhRVz0gQ6X6mdfkxlrTcRkUOKROTeYSFuDUAu_TbtLiNkJvUbW/s400/082.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">A yellow, white and black blouse (Go Steelers!), a black skirt and yellow flip flops with yellow gems on them!</span></strong></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175968817431970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85FBdzWXpqp_wA97OHXOTRAkPxnEJRonJz0Lg9qyC_slLCSqgUq2jEHIZwA4hTfA-hkteaUgqOLuMlFKCid4RIL2npR5dnEHtHk-s-1X5RMv-N8-G3D1fC2oMtSL18sRGHovvY5Lx5YLS/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Lindsay the morning before school.</span></strong></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175975335185826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6x7e74ooTFIbxUt8r4MhVr397UaWiXH5uWGp0ach-9K4pdLlFG6aca539QUGy6r41X-zokDodBbzFgpGEubjHCK2mdjNJdE_PC8GzTS1IMWl0GyA9jBQKYGd7Am9Fr5V9qb3s3NKrA8IC/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Lindsay receiving a certificate from her teacher, Mrs. Pensinger. She was a great teacher. I hope Caleb is in her class in 2 years.</span></strong>
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<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESvCXrzTM_m1U5uM9TbXBQtX3BlkaZRbtfJf3jlX4TbWI5yOGwww97zMg5ExDK9YYoREjMRq3cTqxlxnRrpq_XE7vlLMZIqfFnkE9oWbxlidOqyIi7ieZzAnl3nrSBZlcbS_oXsU-gnDy/s1600-h/088.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175980811596450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjESvCXrzTM_m1U5uM9TbXBQtX3BlkaZRbtfJf3jlX4TbWI5yOGwww97zMg5ExDK9YYoREjMRq3cTqxlxnRrpq_XE7vlLMZIqfFnkE9oWbxlidOqyIi7ieZzAnl3nrSBZlcbS_oXsU-gnDy/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#660000;"><strong> A picture of Lindsay and Sierra. </strong></span><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Lindsay received some beautiful yellow flowers from Granny at graduation - Thank you!!</strong></span> </p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348175982625068722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje4VROQyYMnVU9_jlVETkB8gAJo23KX75EeY5L2BikPXOUshX6UK41PkDafDkKkGfc18mEKVNgEGFhjRlfpXEWd5dTfssojR20uTgDuXsmswh2Xz-AwqxGKSm2H2SeHPkVRIsT-FOIoYyy/s400/090.JPG" border="0" /> <em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;">from left to right</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Great Grandma Stout, Grandma Vicki and Grandpa Ken (Scott's parents) came to watch Lindsay at graduation. Thanks for coming!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">** An interesting fact: Grandpa Ken attended this same elementary school ?? years ago **</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a>
<br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a> Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-66917723533607912632009-05-30T00:25:00.000-07:002009-05-30T22:08:26.170-07:00The Eventful Month of May<div align="center">This past month has been so busy. I can't believe that I have not had time to blog. Since I could not pick one event, or so I would not have to create 9 individual posts, I am going to make 1 looooooong post with lots of pictures about things we have been doing. Hopefully you won't be too bored:
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Choir</span>
<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6_VekDIvwTt_7NfnXKnjzAJKAThzrV3xf8yOOxF_iDLYd0UwFbWxbzF2BJdSXiJ4VEXybfmI_5FVFc5vYDbL3y3ZOxHr2_mSraO98F69X8P1ea2SKJq9s_dIYSB-b4b-4e3yDSc_V6V3/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475678605866722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl6_VekDIvwTt_7NfnXKnjzAJKAThzrV3xf8yOOxF_iDLYd0UwFbWxbzF2BJdSXiJ4VEXybfmI_5FVFc5vYDbL3y3ZOxHr2_mSraO98F69X8P1ea2SKJq9s_dIYSB-b4b-4e3yDSc_V6V3/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Caleb: front row third from right</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Lindsay: back row fifth from left</em></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">Both Lindsay and Caleb joined choir at the beginning of the year. This program is for students in 3rd - 5th grade. Practice was held after school on Tuesday and Thursdays. After the first week, Caleb regretted signing up but he signed a contract that he would participate all year. So it was a constant struggle with him not wanting to go. He knew he had to but he was not happy about it. Lindsay has been in choir for the past 3 years so she was ready to be done around December. This picture is from one of their last field trips. Our school participated in the Oregon Children Choir festival with students from all over Oregon. "It was a long and boring day", if you ask Caleb.</div><div align="center"></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Father/Son Campout</span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGz3IY6oVaQ40wm2hxAB1SHAq9fj07qzAyCp3ePAaLbYV_oYCgZ0wKr0e2mL9Yw-s8xl7G975x6QCbKMHtS6UAeGWxi2t1EqONSCAleovkSkWqvTH01mGz-6K1hDk1XqXWfROEr1dnbEc/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341474577297904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGz3IY6oVaQ40wm2hxAB1SHAq9fj07qzAyCp3ePAaLbYV_oYCgZ0wKr0e2mL9Yw-s8xl7G975x6QCbKMHtS6UAeGWxi2t1EqONSCAleovkSkWqvTH01mGz-6K1hDk1XqXWfROEr1dnbEc/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> I spy Caleb, Reece, . . that is all I recognize.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475659346968994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSPwhPyJKfW8bGAkZPE_4FGG-Zd39KTh5JgCyE92RJ4P4sPmF7A6HFXSBpJ8gpjtqejV75b_Ka2wZOhaNe73bLkvw86VH-fmzHvBH6Al0f-Nd76YX4_uxQOzk6pPvU8OWkzAkP2NsYJ0FQ/s400/005.JPG" border="0" />Scott and Caleb went on the annual church Father/Son campout, <em>without</em> camping out. They decided to go and not spend the night because early the next morning was the District Pinewood Derby. They stayed for the evening and returned home around midnight. Another father thought that was such a good idea that he and his son left early too. Nothing like sleeping in your own bed at night. One of the highlights for the boys is catching salamanders. Another highlight is the campfire, of course. The camera cord was in the last picture but there were only a few pictures to choose from.
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">District Pinewood Derby</span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtd_GU-RP-_m6KN6yRzTFhFx-cS7yp4bvlPIU_V9sx5CRkaU5TTatW7S9oKzHKGI2R5R432w4-I5GuaHkIThyphenhyphen1wpKPpsANXbpzq8McakxC3aj580uKlGeb3I8GCkpNQEekvUwFwurLF49n/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341474552961383570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtd_GU-RP-_m6KN6yRzTFhFx-cS7yp4bvlPIU_V9sx5CRkaU5TTatW7S9oKzHKGI2R5R432w4-I5GuaHkIThyphenhyphen1wpKPpsANXbpzq8McakxC3aj580uKlGeb3I8GCkpNQEekvUwFwurLF49n/s400/013.JPG" border="0" /></a>
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<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475674363505138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1NzSX2NspAS2QrVXlSzHpckfXdpPyRR1UKTsSnbgDwDLAS-M1u8OAvFPTMUqOg2OO0uQA4usez7w9KILGOXqYNZnaZXOk4QmN1hB5LJGPMKUHxwPRRXcbfxELDzZLLhVmpUR6DDxMPUgn/s400/018.JPG" border="0" />Caleb, on the right, during the race - <span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jrn1JTWSPEcItaTb-oa5kN3brnROEEY2Pawz2hWXVM8xPu4d9_Tq0skRpaYqnYsmtiVIUwEBXbERS4VisTZtf-D46AABdBdh5MwcVtHymlUavdPpg6Tdorys0I0iYfM9v03o9EBOn6Ca/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341473267447010338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2jrn1JTWSPEcItaTb-oa5kN3brnROEEY2Pawz2hWXVM8xPu4d9_Tq0skRpaYqnYsmtiVIUwEBXbERS4VisTZtf-D46AABdBdh5MwcVtHymlUavdPpg6Tdorys0I0iYfM9v03o9EBOn6Ca/s400/026.JPG" border="0" /></a> Caleb and his good friend Trevor from school.
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<br />District Pinewood Derby is sooooooo long! We were there for hours and Caleb raced for about 5 minutes. Now I know why someone pays their son not to go ;) I won't name who, but it is a brilliant idea!!
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#660000;">Mother's Day</span></span>
<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475666272362722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rbChGS67_o6qstNelFddQpfzY8hJM5P9VUVK3p3KKf4RraGOE1CKtriuEk7OWlX9HaoWScIJRcURYPbWKHQsc3DvTqfNzsEIKlkVXgaO8O43a4KzUfVZl-daH-6zdpe2l7Y4sQoWAJVt/s400/027.JPG" border="0" />Lindsay made me breakfast in bed. Yummy homemade waffles!
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<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341475663040582210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV8z-JX6PN3lYDdTzrA34WyhtxBqiFJksiW2LW7zRr_S6nhIqRm98hd5HXmYysvob0BdLJUtt1Vo9Qqep3Rjn1zdyn00kZ-0EFiA9v-amt6kaKgENO5whgUAWlk83FE7vJSdeGpnKNSQ0k/s400/030.JPG" border="0" />I had a wonderful Mother's Day. I was spoiled. I received my gift a few days before which I was surprised to receive. On Sunday morning, thankfully the Bishopric meeting was cancelled at church so Scott was able to be home. I was treated to breakfast in bed along with a couple treats. I love the box of cereal they gave me. Look at it closely. It is called Honey Sunshine. I have always called Lindsay, Sunshine and Caleb is my Honey! And have you tried those natural fruit leathers??? So good!!
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<br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Caleb's Field Trip to the </span></span>
<br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Wings of Wonder</span>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYd8iWYtYFo8mgXRhlNJJg7cQb4UT_-EbYdj1XphxyHinu8LL-OXXee8tWKuxB4LPO0shc7m3UWN_k6_DbaC16Dz8T4xo68xkmDNYgwRw6GsAimAe1vm4Z7Kubn9cG1qNH5RBWCEakSUy/s1600-h/046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471831842318434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYd8iWYtYFo8mgXRhlNJJg7cQb4UT_-EbYdj1XphxyHinu8LL-OXXee8tWKuxB4LPO0shc7m3UWN_k6_DbaC16Dz8T4xo68xkmDNYgwRw6GsAimAe1vm4Z7Kubn9cG1qNH5RBWCEakSUy/s400/046.JPG" border="0" /></a> Caleb's third grade class went to the Wings of Wonder, a butterfly exhibit. There were butterflies everywhere. You had to be careful where you stepped because they would land in front of you or on you!!
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQ2KPL-qarc2sXa2pLybxK9Egnw22M4sAKZbtvcbISG7rMe0gQNGuuTH2HshTqHj816-BQxsQaJHAwm8wc-HPgxM-sq_ZLqyCd85tQj-fhlTNIp32uIPuobJxSavMBFz3tqG5NmV5hFdu/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471826719163986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQ2KPL-qarc2sXa2pLybxK9Egnw22M4sAKZbtvcbISG7rMe0gQNGuuTH2HshTqHj816-BQxsQaJHAwm8wc-HPgxM-sq_ZLqyCd85tQj-fhlTNIp32uIPuobJxSavMBFz3tqG5NmV5hFdu/s400/053.JPG" border="0" /></a>Here is Caleb and Logan at the Wings of Wonder.
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Meet the Author</span>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDl0J0Rrk4E1liM92MihK7M9Gmy9p93-Ap0b8fQ2jbK9lJtjm9kf2BPr-BuUew9Twvohr96jF4MifoiTWA-eFGNAj8l9iy5tXN1SbR8-oUxg8U0jjJ4OcjsjlNm5K6X3dLcNpHa0EKn8kJ/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471812993388274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDl0J0Rrk4E1liM92MihK7M9Gmy9p93-Ap0b8fQ2jbK9lJtjm9kf2BPr-BuUew9Twvohr96jF4MifoiTWA-eFGNAj8l9iy5tXN1SbR8-oUxg8U0jjJ4OcjsjlNm5K6X3dLcNpHa0EKn8kJ/s400/002.JPG" border="0" /></a> "A Day In The Woods" <em>written & illustrated</em> <em>by, Lindsay</em>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0a7DBqiA-CHv3pzksDlCVjvYfT-esn-Bpxs9na81FwFiI-5-SQeURVMzzPx_ZUgZQy_yM5DWpc-ey6tjTlXXApnALhSlm_rFFVuMTLLrIJlN0sUAebCnZxEp60Imkszrn8EJolMMI073/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471034079779746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0a7DBqiA-CHv3pzksDlCVjvYfT-esn-Bpxs9na81FwFiI-5-SQeURVMzzPx_ZUgZQy_yM5DWpc-ey6tjTlXXApnALhSlm_rFFVuMTLLrIJlN0sUAebCnZxEp60Imkszrn8EJolMMI073/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /></a> One of the assignments in Lindsay's class was to write a hardcover book. The students spent a lot of time with this project and they all turned out very professional. There was a Meet the Author party. Parents were invited and the students would read parts of their stories. They all have such creative imaginations.
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<br /><span style="color:#660000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Basketball Party</span> </span><span style="color:#660000;">
<br /></span><span style="color:#660000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0hu06wRNQteYhZhtlYiTuBBzNLIgagzOwrAx48YOnos7DYOj8w8FcN8Tc8_2-2kw5eSa4W82vQa27GaviVgCv4KxNehTebGEvffnA3NuUswVzhP57M3IKuPP05t4pp5blRlao254_t9f/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471025714568354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT0hu06wRNQteYhZhtlYiTuBBzNLIgagzOwrAx48YOnos7DYOj8w8FcN8Tc8_2-2kw5eSa4W82vQa27GaviVgCv4KxNehTebGEvffnA3NuUswVzhP57M3IKuPP05t4pp5blRlao254_t9f/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Basketball season is over. Caleb had a fun time this season. He was on a team with all of his friends and he had the same coaches from past seasons. They are getting better and better each season. The team and parents went out for pizza and an award ceremony. As you can see, the boys had a fun night!
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<br /><em><strong>I promise I am almost done, just a couple more events . . .</strong></em>
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<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">Lindsay's 5th Grade Field Trip</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span>
<br />Lindsay's class went on a walking field trip to a few places. First stop was a senior center and the kids took their books they made and read them to the residents. Our next stop was to a museum in our town where they are making a carousel. I <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(yes, I go on practically every field trip)</em></span> was so impressed with the work that was being done. Everything is hand carved and painted by volunteers. There are many different animals being created, each with its own unique story. There are about 5 more years until this project is completed. It was so much fun to be there and see the work in progress.
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<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#660000;">The Iris Gardens</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span>
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<br />This is a day of my very own. A field trip with MY friends, a day without kids :) Today, Julene, Kris, Sarah and I went to the temple, out to lunch, shopping at Dessert Book and then to the Iris Gardens. What a fun day. Here are some pictures that Kris took with her cell phone. The flowers were gorgeous and very fragrant. I had such a fun day and I appreciate such good friends.
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<br />Hopefully you were not too bored. If so, sorry - this is also my way of journaling what is going on in our life. School is winding down, just a week and a half left with plenty of fun activities for the kids. We are all anxious for summer break and having a lot of fun!
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<br /><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a></div></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-46959793081291946622009-05-07T13:56:00.000-07:002009-05-07T14:18:29.658-07:00Our 16th Wedding Anniversary<div align="left">Today is our anniversary! I promise I am not going to get all sappy with this post. I am going to keep it simple. Can you believe that it has been 16 years already?! I am truly blessed with such a wonderful husband and friend. <em>I love and appreciate him so much! </em>Last weekend we celebrated by going to dinner at Chili's and shopping afterwards. It was a wonderful date night.
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<br />Now don't laugh at our wedding picture - this image is not the best. Since we do not have a scanner, I took a picture of our wedding picture! The flash made everything brighter :)
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<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeK3nNvj-eWdBMeG4eLbzvzQ6w2Ik2g718Q2RGvFQazADt-5wZkkxRIiYxETZvAG25MNC-3jz0ixPyaLXHgcGWnD1QG7hC4z8POpGJYppzkWaiaGE3-7tDSF-uaMVoed86ARccho9dEws/s1600-h/027-.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333182109410991378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeK3nNvj-eWdBMeG4eLbzvzQ6w2Ik2g718Q2RGvFQazADt-5wZkkxRIiYxETZvAG25MNC-3jz0ixPyaLXHgcGWnD1QG7hC4z8POpGJYppzkWaiaGE3-7tDSF-uaMVoed86ARccho9dEws/s400/027-.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The Washington D.C. Temple where we were married-</p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333193207226559282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEhIY0z4syVjAU-tQ-UhHgt1ZdAqwQ8aSz8xczEn1l-uo2v2n_e_c1x2vpmXeMmcf676Tgv52tdxD9hlhKeqg4FLuNA42YLeFHDmI6JXOJdnWi3EQuCT-_jMnbUmbPZU9prei7BF89Euwb/s400/2963221035_aed5cb3827%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a></p></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-67575912157749732272009-05-07T10:12:00.000-07:002009-05-07T15:17:34.284-07:00Harry Potter Books<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6B4FPMM3o3vCtTB4L-a1bULqDR3JKFw8iPX5qS81eU3DlnCPFJt0OFWrK4pMaeeP-7yHhN1AgmpS_9kXZ8r9pi7Qt65UKMMEigR0d-7Gbw542ZXP37nQ_5jW8EGLGEEzlMmwIAQDTf-nm/s1600-h/003-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333133140755763490" 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/AVvXsEg6B4FPMM3o3vCtTB4L-a1bULqDR3JKFw8iPX5qS81eU3DlnCPFJt0OFWrK4pMaeeP-7yHhN1AgmpS_9kXZ8r9pi7Qt65UKMMEigR0d-7Gbw542ZXP37nQ_5jW8EGLGEEzlMmwIAQDTf-nm/s320/003-1.jpg" border="0" /></a> Lindsay & Caleb have started reading the <strong>Harry Potter</strong> books. They both are enjoying them so far. Lindsay was undecided about reading this series. She almost started reading them in 3rd grade but decided not to because she thought she would not enjoy them. But now she is and it is fun seeing them read the books & talk about them together. The <strong>Harry Potter</strong> books are really good for the Accelerated Reading Program at school. After a book is read, students take a quiz to see how well they understood the book. After the quiz, they receive points based on the book's point value and how well they did on the quiz. Each grading period, they have a personal goal that they have to meet. </div><div align="center">
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<br /><p align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a></p></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-29566712186078696472009-05-01T15:12:00.000-07:002009-05-01T16:59:16.522-07:00Food Storage Ideas<div align="left">I am sitting here at our computer while a 105 page book is being printed on our printer. I HAVE to grab every page when it is completed or else the printer will damage the bottom of each page if I leave it in the tray. Who knows what happened to our printer over the years. I guess it is time for a new one. So I thought I would share a few exciting links that I have recently found while I am grabbing pages.</div><div align="left">
<br /></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I am on a food storage kick right now and I want to get organized with our food. Yes we have somewhat of a good amount of food in our storage, but I want to make sure we have all the things that we need. Our storage is mostly made up of flour, rice, oatmeal, pasta, milk, sugar. We have some vegetables, fruit, sauces, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">among</span> a few other things in there too. But I am asking myself, do I have everything for certain meals? Do I have enough of certain things for 3 months? For a year? How can I be better at rotating our storage? So of course I went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Internet</span> for some ideas and I want to share a couple that I have found.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330966382730432674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigN8tK8y-iUywxz_6z9OyoqAQkoeRWnyT4j_07ygb1YSvAYFb48aaebu6_bV4BVVKQZ4tGFhOz7bJacpRX8KIShFP6gaNWz-yNnKvOhbzrh-5_A6RTPfGSxZfhsPRbriu6ugrtrfIuHERH/s400/2979643396_1a51b2aec7%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><a href="http://www.foodstoragemadeeasy.net/"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">www.foodstoragemadeeasy.net</span></strong></a> </p><p align="left">This site is <em>really</em> nice. It has so much information and videos for me to learn from. They have step by step instructions that you can accomplish so you don't forget anything. They will also send you an email every two weeks letting you know what you should do next. There are Excel worksheets where you can put in meals that your family will eat and it will multiply the quantities so you know exactly how much you need. You can put in how much you have on hand so you know if you need to buy more. My suggestion is to go to their website and browse around. I am really enjoying browsing and learning from their cute site. This is where I am downloading the book from. </p><p> </p><p>The second thing, that my mom suggested, is a series of YouTube food storage videos by Wendy Dewitt. There are 9 videos from a class that she taught. As I was watching them, I was really wishing I was better organized. She has every meal planned out for a year. A loaf of bread and desserts for every day too!! I am so impressed. </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Wendy Dewitt videos:</span></strong></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhGaTlwYs-s&feature=related" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"><span style="color:#660000;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HhGaTlwYs-s&feature=related</span></a> </p><p> </p><p>Another blog I found with a lot of good information along with some good sounding recipes is called Preparedness Matters. "This site provides information to help individuals and families become more prepared for adversity in life". This site emphasizes five areas of preparedness:</p><ol><li>Food and Water Storage </li><li>Financial Preparedness</li><li>Spiritual Preparedness</li><li>Emergency Preparedness</li><li>Provident Living</li></ol><p align="center"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Prepardness Matters:</strong></span></p><p align="center"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/preparednessmatters.blogspot.com"><span style="color:#660000;">preparednessmatters.blogspot.com</span></a></p><p> </p><p>And finally, I would like to thank my friend Kris for giving me a start of her <a href="http://http//www.nicholsgardennursery.com/store/product.asp?dept%5Fid=20&pf%5Fid=1266&mscssid=4LXQT8EUPHEM9ND6R822TFNDNWCD9D8B"><span style="color:#660000;">Oregon Pioneer Hop Yeast Starter</span></a>. I do love homemade bread but never take the time to make it. So with this starter, and the recipes she gave me, I am going to fill the house up with the scent of homemade fresh bread. It is going to be so yummy!</p><p>I hope you enjoy these sites. If anyone has any other good food storage sites that they like, please let me know. I would love to hear about them. </p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></A<></a>
<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-10936269986337253512009-04-28T10:38:00.000-07:002009-04-28T12:00:13.204-07:00Video Of Caleb Riding On California Screamin'<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiOkNxxSPB4vxZ0BfOdVgWOHtMYboj1vL3Az-4cTg3HY7PkDpq-SaR6TmPCvi00Wg6BMJPl41kyJV7GekkqSqEfPIxE9m9edF26eiIISR-StySBl5v9xfwfB_k95ty1T0Tu-JRL0Bb0r9/s1600-h/2836642856_d3978fcbb3%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329791889343263234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwiOkNxxSPB4vxZ0BfOdVgWOHtMYboj1vL3Az-4cTg3HY7PkDpq-SaR6TmPCvi00Wg6BMJPl41kyJV7GekkqSqEfPIxE9m9edF26eiIISR-StySBl5v9xfwfB_k95ty1T0Tu-JRL0Bb0r9/s400/2836642856_d3978fcbb3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">(Link to the California Screamin' video is below)</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I feel bad that I have not blogged about our Disneyland trip yet. We purchased a new video camera before our trip and I want to incorporate the videos into our blog. Unfortunately, I am unsure how to transfer the videos onto our computer. Scott has been too busy lately to help me figure it out so that is why I have not posted anything from our vacation. I surprisingly figured out how to get a video onto YouTube.
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<br />Before you watch the video, I need to tell you about our favorite ride California Screamin' first. We all enjoyed this ride so much. This is the first time that we all went on a "big" roller coaster ride together as a family. The kids were not interested this year in the Dumbo ride, Toon Town, the Tea Cups or seeing any of the characters. They mostly wanted to go on the bigger rides like the Tower of Terror and California Screamin'. I am not sure how many times we rode this roller coaster. LOTS! It is well worth it to us to pull the kids out of school for a week so we can be there without the crowds and the heat. We would ride California Screamin' and get right back on again and again.
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<br />Caleb wanted us to video him on the ride. Caution, this video has some bumps and turns so hopefully no one will get sick watching it. Scott tried his best to keep the camera on Caleb's face at all times but that too was a challenge. Caleb, of course, is being silly, acting like he is scared but believe me, he is still talking about the ride today. "When can we go back? I had so much fun!"
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<br />On Saturday, we went over to our friends Kris & Steve's house for their yearly Hop Along Easter Brunch - lots of good food and fun! I will let Kris tell you about their event - you can read about it <a href="http://sofarrarsogood.blogspot.com/2009/04/hop-on-over.html"><strong>here</strong></a>. Since I did not have my camera, I am stealing a picture that Kris took of Lindsay & Caleb. Thanks for having us over for your fun yearly tradition.
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<br />On Sunday, after church, we went to Scott's grandmother's for Easter dinner and a family get together. We had lots of good food, fun and it was nice visiting with family. Since, <em>again,</em> <em>I</em> <em>did not take any pictures,</em> next week I will try and remember to have them dress up in their Easter clothes and take a picture before church. I can just pretend that it was Easter Sunday, <em>right?!?!</em>
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<br />We hope everyone had a wonderful Easter too!
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<br />Love,
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<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-7489202814452840172009-04-06T00:10:00.000-07:002009-04-06T00:16:52.874-07:00A Beautiful, Spiritual And Enjoyable Sabbath DayToday was such an enjoyable day. We slept in late, ate our favorite breakfast, then watched General Conference in our pajamas. What a joy it was to listen to President Monson and the other Church leaders! Later in the afternoon, we went to the park because it was so nice outside. The sun was shining, the rain took a day off, and the temperature was in the mid 70's. We took a picnic consisting of hot dogs, macaroni salad, fruit, chips and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Of course we couldn't forget to bring food for the ducks. Lindsay & Caleb enjoyed feeding them bread. What a beautiful, spiritual and enjoyable day. I love spending time with my family.
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<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-83795160700517986702009-03-30T11:00:00.000-07:002009-03-30T14:16:31.279-07:00Just Like Grandpa!On Saturday night Scott, the kids and I went to dinner at <a href="http://www.redrobin.com/">Red Robin </a>- <em>Yum! </em>This is one of our favorite places to eat. As Lindsay & Caleb were looking at the kids menu, Caleb said he wanted to try something different. He wanted Macho Nachos, "just like Grandpa Ken gets". It's an appetizer that Grandpa Ken usually gets for his dinner.
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<br /><em><span style="color:#660000;">"A giant platter of crisp tortilla chips, seasoned taco meat, melted Pepper-Jack and Cheddar cheeses, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">shredded</span> lettuce, tomatoes, black olives, (jalapeno peppers, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">guacamole</span> - Caleb said no thanks to) and sour cream....whew!"</span><strong> </strong></em>
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<br />This is a BIG dinner for a 9 year old so I decided to ask if we could have a smaller kids size version of the Macho Nachos. Caleb was excited - he enjoyed every bite. As we were sitting there, waiting a long time for Caleb to finish, we were talking about how he is just like his Grandpa. A SLOW EATER! No, this is not a bad thing but we are always waiting for Grandpa to finish his meal - he likes to enjoy every single bite.
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<br />I was mad that I did not have my camera until Scott reminded me that I can use my cell phone camera so I was able to take a couple of blurry pictures:
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<br />Next time, I think we will order the regular size instead of a smaller size. Caleb probably received 1/4 of a regular portion which is around $10 and they charged us $8. For $2 more, Caleb can take the rest home for lunch the next day or he can share some with us!!
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<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-48838241523855470542009-03-18T00:47:00.001-07:002009-03-18T01:28:15.532-07:00The 2009 Pinewood DerbySaturday was Caleb's Pinewood Derby. We really were not prepared for it this year. Scott and Caleb started on his car 4 or 5 days before the race. Nothing like the last minute! Caleb was sick for a few days, Scott was busy at work, and there was so much going on that we procrastinated until the last minute. Caleb's car was not fancy, it was the same color as last year's car, but at least we upgraded it with some decal flames this time!! He was happy, that's what matters most - right?!?!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEint3pH-QpFzvQ76xjdAmXzE4iawT8KAaMFN0Zx3K9EjiLk4Z5no1rm1dd-n_sHK1i12Fgkuql_3ju0SlhGSFMKq_1VOL2oiByIrlW67XD8fanlKT8usMju-6fBJ6Bv7VJTX1GtPEUulK5c/s1600-h/010-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314433652621421074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEint3pH-QpFzvQ76xjdAmXzE4iawT8KAaMFN0Zx3K9EjiLk4Z5no1rm1dd-n_sHK1i12Fgkuql_3ju0SlhGSFMKq_1VOL2oiByIrlW67XD8fanlKT8usMju-6fBJ6Bv7VJTX1GtPEUulK5c/s400/010-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Caleb's Certificate! </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">He Was Excited Even Though He Still Looked Sick!</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#660000;">(It Says That He Is A Wolf But He Is Now A Bear! :)</span>
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<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-39410654721555493042009-03-12T12:30:00.000-07:002009-03-13T12:54:38.620-07:00Mom, According To Lindsay<div align="center">1. What is something mom always says to you?</div><div align="center">I LOVE YOU. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">2. What makes mom happy?</div><div align="center">WHEN I PLAY WITH HER HAIR. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">3. What makes mom sad?</div><div align="center">WHEN CALEB AND I ARE FIGHTING.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">4. How does your mom make you laugh?</div><div align="center">WHEN SHE TICKLES ME. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">5. What was your mom like as a child?</div><div align="center">UM, I DON’T KNOW. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">6. How old is your mom?</div><div align="center">SHE IS 3 YEARS YOUNGER THAN DADDY BUT SHE DID NOT HAVE HER BIRTHDAY YET SO SHE IS 4 YEARS YOUNGER THAN DADDY RIGHT NOW - SO 36! </div><div align="center">(I was pretty impressed with how she figured that out) </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">7. How tall is your mom?</div><div align="center">I HAVE NO CLUE. (5'3") </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">8. What is her favorite thing to do?</div><div align="center">DOING SOMETHING AS A FAMILY. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">9. What does your mom do when you are not home?</div><div align="center">CLEAN. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">10.If your mom becomes famous, what will it be for?</div><div align="center">BEING THE BEST MOM IN THE WHOLE UNIVERSE (WOW!) </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">11. What is your mom really good at?</div><div align="center">MAKING BEDS.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">12. What is your mom not good at?</div><div align="center">MATH! (She has that right!!) </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">13.What does your mom do for a job?</div><div align="center">STAY HOME.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">14.What is your mom's favorite food?</div><div align="center">SHE LIKES A LOT OF STUFF – I DON’T KNOW WHAT HER FAVORITE FOOD IS. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">15.What makes you proud of your mom?</div><div align="center">SHE CLEANS MY ROOM AND DOES MY LAUNDRY. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">16. If your mom were a cartoon character,</div><div align="center">who would she be?</div><div align="center"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">SCOOBY</span></span></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DOO</span></span></span> – BECAUSE THIS IS MY FAVORITE CARTOON CHARACTER RIGHT NOW! </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">17. What do you and your mom do together?</div><div align="center">GO SHOPPING -GIRLS NIGHT OUT! </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">18. How are you and your mom the same?</div><div align="center">WE ARE BOTH PRETTY PICKY ABOUT HAVING THINGS CLEAN. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">19. How are you and your mom different?</div><div align="center">I DON’T KNOW, I CAN’T THINK OF ANYTHING. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">20. How do you know your mom loves you?</div><div align="center">BECAUSE SHE TELLS ME.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">21. What does your mom like most about your dad?</div><div align="center">THAT HE IS STRONG.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.<br /></span>22. Where is your mom's favorite place to go?</div><div align="center">CHILI’S!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312378072692996050" 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/AVvXsEhfSAO7Wcu9WvJT5byyZquPe2jEciHYcM81DfpEs6eivNttSgfkz2-Z6Z2y20yR790ufoHYFOa0YnI9ZHcivqbv6WWGJEPrZZrWOodszBWXGipflmQ7IH2MBdcAD08htXogLBZEwUpsTj1Q/s320/033-1.jpg" border="0" /> </div><p align="center">Now it Caleb's turn to answer questions about Scott! Those answers are in the post below!</p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-74064529384329261192009-03-12T12:11:00.000-07:002009-03-13T12:48:19.135-07:00Dad, According To Caleb<div align="center">1. What is something dad always says to you?</div><div align="center">I LOVE YOU!</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">2. What makes dad happy?</div><div align="center">ME BEING GOOD.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="center">3. What makes dad sad?</div><div align="center">WHEN I AM NOT GOOD.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">4. How does your dad make you laugh?</div><div align="center">WHEN HE DOES SOMETHING FUNNY.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span></div><div align="center">5. What was your dad like as a child?</div><div align="center">I DON’T KNOW!</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">6. How old is your dad?</div><div align="center">40</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">7. How tall is your dad?</div><div align="center">MAYBE ABOUT 6 FEET TALL. (6’3”)</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span></div><div align="center">8. What is his favorite thing to do?</div><div align="center">WATCH FOOTBALL.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">9. What does your dad do when you are not home?</div><div align="center">WORKS!</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">10.If your dad becomes famous, what will it be for?</div><div align="center">FOR BEING THE BEST DAD IN THE WORLD AND GALAXY!</div><div align="center">(We did not bribe them on this question - Promise!)</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">11. What is your dad really good at?</div><div align="center">PLAYING GAMES.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">12. What is your dad not good at?</div><div align="center">I DON’T KNOW.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">13.What does your dad do for a job?</div><div align="center">WORKS AT (<em>COMPANY NAME</em>)</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">14.What is your dad's favorite food?</div><div align="center">CHINESE.
<br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">15.What makes you proud of your dad?</div><div align="center">THAT HE IS LOVING.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">16. If your dad were a cartoon character, who would he be?</div><div align="center">MARIO FROM NINTENDO.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">17. What do you and your dad do together?</div><div align="center">MAKE MY PINEWOOD DERBY CAR.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center">18. How are you and your dad the same?</div><div align="center">WE LOOKED THE SAME WHEN WE WERE LITTLE.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">19. How are you and your dad different?.</div><div align="center">HE IS A GROWN UP AND I AM A CHILD.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">20. How do you know your dad loves you?</div><div align="center">BECAUSE HE HELPS ME AND TAKES CARE OF ME.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">21. What does your mom like most about your dad?</div><div align="center">THAT HE IS HER HUSBAND.</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">. </span>
<br />22. Where is your dad's favorite place to go?</div><div align="center">SHOOTING RANGE.</div><div align="center">
<br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312383820444805634" 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/AVvXsEga4T7ymT6SocQcsqQgGhe3pUlbS-Xktw4YqlpyTD5JxQUfU5qMnN5YZAwmg0FK4gdzJzA_B2d9rMUHAlCs3GLmiowDuaCjR28L76uQJYG3BwlqQ1wQRMw7j5j30c6_Zg6_68MeS4ZL9BTx/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /></A<> </p><p align="center">You can copy and paste these questions to put on your blog. It is fun to see your kids (or spouse's) answers and it is fun for others to read. Thanks for the idea Alison! </p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-79975076023604255202009-03-08T17:17:00.000-07:002009-03-08T20:51:00.086-07:00Caleb's 9th Birthday Party<div align="center">
<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHrFXFaTXdVjLfPUa-1yQJm5Zijot_j3yJ-FBZbmHlyWk5ydko-XDVdw_q73OZRzHNymvvq_2HNiZ_rlE_wAaRKm825m5PtDhvNJW3uM3HgAjQHQLKp5KwR6vjA8lsoAJaYpMb4zl6c9M/s1600-h/invite.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310979346647927090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrHrFXFaTXdVjLfPUa-1yQJm5Zijot_j3yJ-FBZbmHlyWk5ydko-XDVdw_q73OZRzHNymvvq_2HNiZ_rlE_wAaRKm825m5PtDhvNJW3uM3HgAjQHQLKp5KwR6vjA8lsoAJaYpMb4zl6c9M/s400/invite.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong>Friday night, Caleb had 5 of his friends come to help celebrate his birthday with him. He invited (<em>from left to right</em>) Jacob, Brandon, Trevor, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Bryer</span> and Logan. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Unfortunately</span>, Miles could not make it - the boys missed you! There really was not a theme this year. All Caleb really wanted to do was play games with his friends.</strong> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310979359312954626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMbZsrAoC4P4hEVk7XsRCQPVwE62DUPkyQwuq5PZiS7s0wAy6Kco33GKUS0G4HsL6H6WjI9iqw2HeCzJvKLHkFFnNqSSkB7CL-WV2A7oeu7mNcCAveybi2OOa0mdfOM5ASUwM5APkuaQPx/s400/145.JPG" border="0" /><strong>One of the highlights of the evening was playing with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Caleb's</span> automatic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Nerf</span> gun. They all had fun trying to aim at each other. They were shooting down the hall and everyone was trying not to get hit. Scott even shot at them all a few times. There was a lot of laughter and enjoyment with the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nerf</span> gun. </strong></div><strong></strong><div align="center">
<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310979362420206882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbp9hR03hn6volCbPNyyBAf_8tNXIZg38vUWhBck9hMtVcUpwTQ9vOcEQJtcdiIYEfDBjVOVgkyp5ZrqUwo9wwjf0-dpvUpwUsjepDxHoUS08puzVUa2mqTYmHFjt1ItPVz8gFcxNkxKpE/s400/2009-03-082.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong>We celebrated with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Wii</span> cake. I tried to talk Caleb in letting me buy him a cake, but he wanted me to make him one that spelled out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Wii</span> in blue sprinkles. Lets just say that it took awhile to get the sprinkles to look just right! It was a labor of love!</strong></p><p align="center"><strong></strong><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311029414745157106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkeTOXIVHYerT9mO9t1UyhKb8Ie-431yj3xNLEplEcOZQDT__-cahpWoCfTQ_pJhSEYYsM75oy9rGj_aJS8ozJwP3gy4t4tD9cNGye5wHpwGA8sykZq4rebYS9lbYunrhrnvm5GuzB07Hl/s400/2009-03-08.jpg" border="0" />Present time - Caleb <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">truly</span> loved every gift. </strong>
<br /><strong>Thanks everyone!!</strong></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310980303187160338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4LkoyFeibA12llWmBLdXoAJvwC4QhHekfq4YY_NxfwEqkz9Uar4h3-Jt3xdhPTjRdV-E08Ya0d9XlAE-8QlHx0fg29DsTb-gVzHOisa53-coVt2J3-JnXPUN6_7Aq20551Oaz2OdO2Px/s400/2009-03-081.jpg" border="0" /> <strong>Night time! Scott was a BIG help in getting the boys to bed. They wanted to stay up until 3 am but we vetoed that idea really fast. They started to get settled around midnight!</strong> <p align="center"><strong></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310980307481848226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFkUY46g4fgF0RC-VzDLwafXbH1NWm3gsrWn9gGql-9hvrTdlx_2VoBoyTlT_LU4ohukeAwkYIGFksd1FrMZogSbgMFyCRMO84ObeZdDjkh_m-YNHRZ3nktEaydy4WG9gPXgrWG2MSKTF/s400/146.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p align="center"><strong>The next morning we were woken up around 7 am with the sounds of pop guns and laughing. Hopefully no one was too crabby the next day! :) </strong></p><p align="center"><strong>Caleb had so much fun! Thanks to everyone for making his birthday so special and for being such a good friend to him.</strong></p>
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<br /></p></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-3150220030557562752009-03-05T23:21:00.000-08:002009-03-06T10:46:11.833-08:00Happy 40th Birthday Scott! <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today is <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Scott's 40th Birthday!</strong></span> Now Scott is not one to <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>celebrate</strong></span> his <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>birthday</strong></span> much, nor was he <strong><span style="color:#660000;">excited</span> </strong>to turn <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>40</strong></span>, so things were kept pretty low key! We started the <strong><span style="color:#660000;">celebration</span></strong> early, with Lindsay getting up extra early, to help me make him some breakfast before he left for work. </span>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">After a long day at work, we <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>celebrated</strong></span> some more with his <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>favorite</strong></span> dinner - Mom Most's meatloaf, potatoes, corn and salad too. It was nice to have Grandma Stout (Scott's grandmother) come to dinner to <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>celebrate with us</strong></span>. </span>
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<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309983024667712930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOgVDxM2ncigdmowsYmbe5JT-6zXvH4wokG7CGn9yiim_0upFhlmMXOF9vFVyCdNdhCOauHQOWhoi-q7GGLtovc6D8rCQE2v24xSYV015UqfvcfeBB55-7JkOmFIZx8IMWAMDLm1lB8Uc-/s400/088.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Last but not least, Scott's <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>favorite birthday cake</strong></span>. Cherry Chip cake with cream cheese frosting! The kids were <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>impressed</strong></span>, he <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>blew out all 40 candles</strong></span> in one breath!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center">
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#660000;"><strong>Thanks</strong></span> to everyone who called, sent cards and e-mailed him today. He <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>enjoyed</strong></span> all of his <span style="color:#660000;"><strong>birthday wishes!</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"><strong>I love you Sweets and I appreciate you so much!! Happy Birthday!</strong></span></div>
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<br /><em>Love,</em>
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<br /><em>P.S. I am working on the Disneyland pictures but it is going to be awhile. Caleb's birthday is next!</em>
<br />Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-861061852439371452009-02-14T21:38:00.000-08:002009-02-14T22:26:02.916-08:00Rub-A-Dub-Dub, Zeke's-In-The-Tub!One of Lindsay's chores today was to brush Zeke. While brushing him, she thought that it was time for him to get a bath since it has been a while. Zeke stays indoors all the time so he does not get dirty but Lindsay thought it was time for him to get freshened up a bit. Luckily, he does not fight us while getting washed - just a lot of meowing. After drying himself all off, Zeke is looking his finest . . . not bad for being almost 15 years old.<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvSfcvGTOgNrmyBJMw5pEa4X93Q4KrMYWFV0A0tkyG273jbpYQ7Tk4ZuPe2jnv7mGv0qZDkmQZb3iD5kF1D0hI5TPy-gj1B5PH_3Xj6aZ4UEg75yRcymlt7yWcGEVcdUinoFZR2hoCudX/s1600-h/2009-02-14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896063161877586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPvSfcvGTOgNrmyBJMw5pEa4X93Q4KrMYWFV0A0tkyG273jbpYQ7Tk4ZuPe2jnv7mGv0qZDkmQZb3iD5kF1D0hI5TPy-gj1B5PH_3Xj6aZ4UEg75yRcymlt7yWcGEVcdUinoFZR2hoCudX/s400/2009-02-14.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302896066326384386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHvWvwxGbohADLvXI2iBMx7NAmsOjFNOD-3j6CciIlk7UYZic1lEeXvQ7cw9sqIGIMEluzx9nOGWqvVSlqXEcTsjGZiNe6cCFBvnQneuQ_AYaaEaDVQq7bN5PLtLjl8xBx2BgUT3lflC9J/s400/Zeke+Pictures.jpg" border="0" /> </p><p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/32F7D44315EEE273C7D75A72379DAE67.png" /></a> </p>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4567571443138907508.post-55478752116138748472009-02-14T00:01:00.000-08:002009-02-14T21:07:51.431-08:00Wii Want To Wish You A . . .<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL-zim9DoitFZ1IW4KYQF-sN1hQBxVI5GeqBaHZOfEJNEpFKaz-WSRV1AzyNGf5T7_zsa-FQXGJNfiJA4o14dmr2_SCi9B72skeroCDb-UINDPjUzmlJrj0vlj9bqeaHA9W4H2WuukI8Ij/s1600-h/730789ddln3qtijq%5B3%5D.gif"></a><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302187775368645410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UBbA4uXk0-15a7t9VZAOJA2V8RR6CrGTMTTyEhLPejMT-mjhlfTcwmJnkRSlWRUIr9sZMzGuxpaHVPv0Ih-bP7PAHtOcojqxXixIeY1zNXbj5rzWOMx4Fow8jdQ1E2Bb_qzmdIkFlSZU/s400/880562ptm76xcttn%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><em>to family and friends. . . </em></span></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">. . . and a special Valentine from Lindsay and Caleb to all kids, and big kids at heart -<br /></span></em><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lp7CxyeFT7SmLrdXoEA2e4lXdgsJR-DfDsVo1Zl5o0kxXcaW-hgFTTM0bIbQa_U3lMCdXOg9BMiVQQDrF6Sf9kX1rAXXm9nzPhcO5lArO5VeCif9DFie5m_O-3L_7upny6G-nBhLGdRv/s1600-h/920072hid9934x0v%5B1%5D.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302187780307083570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1lp7CxyeFT7SmLrdXoEA2e4lXdgsJR-DfDsVo1Zl5o0kxXcaW-hgFTTM0bIbQa_U3lMCdXOg9BMiVQQDrF6Sf9kX1rAXXm9nzPhcO5lArO5VeCif9DFie5m_O-3L_7upny6G-nBhLGdRv/s400/920072hid9934x0v%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /></a></p><div align="center"><div><div><div><div align="left">I think the Wii Valentine is funny so I had to include it too. Who is going to be player 1 and player 2 has caused many arguments between our kids. Where's the love?? When mom & dad play Wii instead!! </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em>Love, </em></div><div align="left"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/55/3C331AA1FBF925A343B73B85D8AB2B94.png" /></a></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em>P.S. This is my 100th post, but who's counting?!</em> :)</div></div></div></div><br /></div>Our Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01895691637550014949noreply@blogger.com2