tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18491522137663430332024-03-21T03:36:40.539-06:00A Moment of ClarityUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-65139368805910769722011-09-22T11:19:00.000-06:002011-09-22T11:19:05.246-06:00One Year Later...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It was one year ago yesterday that we lost sweet Jessica. It is still pretty tender and extremely bittersweet in the fact that while we no longer have her here on this earth with us, part of her lives on with others who, I am sure, are so grateful to her gifts through organ donation. I am so thankful for the plan of salvation and the life, example and atonement of Jesus Christ that makes it possible to be with our family members again once this mortal phase of life is complete. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-57531389352601955322011-09-11T18:55:00.000-06:002011-09-11T18:55:41.663-06:00Ten Years...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As the world remembers 9/11 today, I thought I would reflect back on my memories of that day, too.
Everett and I were up early that morning getting ready to be to work by 8 a.m. Ethan was not quite 2 years old yet. I turned on the news, like I do every single morning, and saw the images of the first tower with smoke billowing out of it. At this point, the news commentators were still speculating as to what had actually happened. Witnesses saw a plane, but it wasn't really clear at this point if it had crashed into the World Trade Center tower on accident or what. Everett and I watched as we got ready that morning and saw as the second tower was struck by another plane. Wow! At that point, it couldn't be coincidence that both towers were hit by planes. What was happening? As we sat there that morning, watching people make their way down the Manhattan streets, even some jumping from the burning buildings knowing full well that they were too high up to survive, we could hardly find words to describe the stunned feelings we were experiencing.
I remember stepping out of the bathroom after drying my hair to check on the status of the news and watched as the first tower began to crumble. "There it goes, there it goes, there it goes!" was all that I remember saying. All through the day I kept close to the news. Joann, the receptionist at the office, kept her radio on all day and the entire mood of the day took on a somber, melancholy feel. I felt bad because my friend, Paula's birthday is September 11th and it should have been a joyous day and here we all were, scared and sad and sick about what was happening 3,000 miles away. News began to come in about the Pentagon and yet another plane that had gone down in a field in Pennsylvania, I believe. Would they attack us out west? Which target was next on their list?
That day is still vivid to me. It is tender and evokes many emotions, both sad ones and also ones of great pride and patriotism in our country and its men and women who are willing to defend our freedoms and those around the world, the brave firemen, the brave individuals on the fourth plane that wouldn't allow it to be used as a weapon and died fighting the hijackers on that Pennsylvania field. I don't think we will ever fully understand what happened or why that day ten years ago, but it has fundamentally changed this country. Will we, as a country, be able to forget what happened on our home soil? Never. Will we be able to move on and overcome? Definately, although we may do so through great tribulation. After all, that is the spirit with which this country was first founded. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-23585325537078628532011-08-20T09:01:00.004-06:002011-08-20T09:05:31.894-06:00Ethan, Lisa and MeJust a couple of old pics that I came across that I love...
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<br />Lisa and I are waiting ever so patiently for the Lady Antebellum/Tim McGraw concert in Boise.
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<br />Goofy ol' Ethan.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-10577328028289977412011-08-20T08:56:00.005-06:002011-08-20T09:00:53.741-06:00New Toy
<br />Everett surprised me with a new Canon 60D camera which I have been playing around with some. Here are a few of the photos I've been experimenting with:
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<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-55423413712828618942011-08-12T09:46:00.003-06:002011-08-12T09:50:45.477-06:00Just Keep Swimming...This my favorite quote from Finding Nemo when I think of enduring things in life. I am trying to employ this quote in my life right now. The end of summer is in sight and there are 17 days left until school starts. We will make it! Also, I am now up to 1.8 miles running non-stop (two loops around McCowin Park in Ammon) and am going to attempt to make it 2.7 miles this weekend. The St. Luke's 5K is September 24th in Boise and I just might be able to run the whole thing if I just keep swimming, just keep swimming...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-60521206956119242662011-07-26T09:49:00.002-06:002011-07-26T09:59:23.520-06:00The First Step is the Hardest (sigh)Okay, I must preface this post by stating the obvious. I am not, nor have I ever been, a runner. I don't enjoy it and don't do it gracefully. My face flushes at the slightest physical exertion and sweat begins rolling. Not pretty.<br /><br />BUT...running just may offer the best "bang for the buck" that I need when it comes to exercise. Doc Hodges wants me to do an hour of "vigorous" exercise a day. One. Hour. A. Day?! That will kill me in my present state, so I am attempting to get moving more by running a little at a time and gradually building up my endurance. I've done two days of running now. The first day I ran 1/2 mile without stopping and walked 1/2 mile. I must say I was proud of myself because I didn't think I could make it a full lap before having to walk. Last night I ran a lap, then walked 1/2 lap on and off so that I ran a total of 1 mile and walked 1/2 mile before I was done in. In my defense, it was rather hot and humid last night. I may need to switch to early morning runs.<br /><br />My friend, Marcy is getting started, too. Hopefully we can inspire and motivate each other into fitness. Heaven knows, I really need it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-42287787369414677362011-05-11T14:32:00.000-06:002011-05-13T14:36:08.064-06:00New Blog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGv9DsyUrOWazB6d92FUKA4AH3kStHz1wBsdPTgEmrA8HpzjTZ3RR3gbw-_iXiAAR-ZhAleDNBoEtUJaeNh9IV6Zzde_dyP0TyX3esAyUBFr6QKE4QFqW4ngj82EWBxCE41_uSvEIw_Tin/s1600/dalmation1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGv9DsyUrOWazB6d92FUKA4AH3kStHz1wBsdPTgEmrA8HpzjTZ3RR3gbw-_iXiAAR-ZhAleDNBoEtUJaeNh9IV6Zzde_dyP0TyX3esAyUBFr6QKE4QFqW4ngj82EWBxCE41_uSvEIw_Tin/s200/dalmation1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605561763356433074" /></a><br />I have decided to branch off my blogging into a second blog devoted mainly to crafts, cooking and other creative outlets. I cannot promise that life and its little faces won't make an appearance now and again. Stop by <span style="font-style:italic;">Blue Rosie's Corner</span> and see what's happening: http://bluerosiescorner.blogspot.com/<br /><br />*Edit* For those who may not know Braelyn very well, Blue Rosie is my daughter's imaginary dalmation pet, thus the photo.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-7859991688420247072011-01-09T19:15:00.003-07:002011-01-09T19:53:14.819-07:00One Year Older...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNynqAD7khLriH1rpKDtfQcZ7Xssf64ratZ9z8KB-y4o5LaoHTR7P05qBsSMQmhmzvIr8rUwuhFQm8kPAfO92HIJyfracut6qSnUQMPFpsk9NQ4syRq_ut3kB1ZTnKftQICXQY9MaKm90o/s1600/239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNynqAD7khLriH1rpKDtfQcZ7Xssf64ratZ9z8KB-y4o5LaoHTR7P05qBsSMQmhmzvIr8rUwuhFQm8kPAfO92HIJyfracut6qSnUQMPFpsk9NQ4syRq_ut3kB1ZTnKftQICXQY9MaKm90o/s320/239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560379728019228050" /></a><br /><br />Yes, I reached 36 years of age this week. I feel like I was celebrating my 35th birthday just a short while ago. This year has flown by! I've been reflecting on myself lately and thought that I would share some of me with you. I am borrowing the list idea from <a href="http://www.luvinthemommyhood.com/2010/07/little-about-me-and-little-about-you.html">here </a>.<br /><br /><strong>Making </strong>: myself feel guilty because I feel spread a little too thin all the time.<br /><strong>Cooking </strong>: chocolate chip cookies for the kids' lunches this week<br /><strong>Drinking </strong>: what else, Diet Coke<br /><strong>Reading</strong>: right now I'm floating between "The Help", "6 Rainier Drive" by Debbie Macomber on my Nook and Real Simple magazine.<br /><strong>Wanting</strong>: a kitchen remodel so bad I can taste it.<br /><strong>Looking</strong>: at the basket of laundry that didn't get folded this weekend<br /><strong>Playing</strong>: Michael Buble <br /><strong>Wasting</strong>: money on two gym memberships because I always forget to cancel the one I don't want until the office is closed<br /><strong>Sewing</strong>: myself the next quilt. I usually give away my quilt projects but the next one is for me - lime green, black and white<br /><strong>Wishing</strong>: I could smell the ocean right now. I love that smell and it's been 6 years since I last smelled it.<br /><strong>Enjoying</strong>: watching my husband and kids dance to Katy Perry on the Wii Just Dance<br /><strong>Waiting</strong>: for Baby Ava, my niece, to be born any day now. <br /><strong>Liking</strong>: the fact that my kids are growing up so close to their grandparents. I didn't get that opportunity until I was much older.<br /><strong>Wondering</strong>: whether to grow my hair out some.<br /><strong>Loving</strong>: my calling as YW second counsellor. I absolutely love it and the ladies I work with.<br /><strong>Hoping</strong>: that someday we can get all the remodeling done in the house.<br /><strong>Marvelling</strong>: that I am 36 years old, have been married for 15 years, my oldest will be 12 and getting the priesthood this year and my youngest is going into kindergarten soon.<br /><strong>Needing</strong>: an hour to myself<br /><strong>Smelling</strong>: chocolate chip cookies just out of the oven.<br /><strong>Wearing</strong>: jeans and a polo shirt - standard weekend attire.<br /><strong>Following</strong>: season 12 of Biggest Loser. Cheering for the father/daughter team from Idaho.<br /><strong>Noticing</strong>: how my family seems to be migrating to Boise one by one and how much I miss them.<br /><strong>Knowing</strong>: that someday I will sew something that does not require use of a seam ripper to pick out and redo stitches.<br /><strong>Thinking</strong>: about how I am not ready to start the work week tomorrow. There are too many things still left for me to do.<br /><strong>Bookmarking</strong>: so many fun, creative blogs with quilting, embroidery and crafty ideas.<br /><strong>Opening</strong>: the special issue of the Ensign that focuses on Christ that was given as a handout in Young Women today.<br /><strong>Giggling</strong>: about the Halloween pictures I finally downloaded from my camera.<br /><strong>Feeling</strong>: grateful, blessed, loved, amazed and humbled.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-670584002252094202010-07-25T16:32:00.004-06:002010-07-25T16:40:08.175-06:00What My Weekend Consisted Of...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizowHUDTRXpevuX30LQQsLVTDHe-PhIDSsjThbj6UoicLK8xqYqFNXKXkWGHVrfklWhGnqOnitgQsodtEhmtFqJhgPa4uTd4_VAoRB5FcDK9TsW3T6_CiRIBNUKZ8Bb3wOkVQmtDrumoC8/s1600/June+5,+2010+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizowHUDTRXpevuX30LQQsLVTDHe-PhIDSsjThbj6UoicLK8xqYqFNXKXkWGHVrfklWhGnqOnitgQsodtEhmtFqJhgPa4uTd4_VAoRB5FcDK9TsW3T6_CiRIBNUKZ8Bb3wOkVQmtDrumoC8/s320/June+5,+2010+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497977313078431746" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9pqRnlvSmKOjsmic9joM5qgCo0VDb93sSjvzBbc6XPy35rAzKqDSrOchH7jdusAI0ToHt2M5MRSpDJ3nQrtFYGSjXS0bUwRkLWrWnzMU5Gq1FDS-ggsJLDZFglo8jm43LArvmtQzRlHC/s1600/June+5,+2010+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf9pqRnlvSmKOjsmic9joM5qgCo0VDb93sSjvzBbc6XPy35rAzKqDSrOchH7jdusAI0ToHt2M5MRSpDJ3nQrtFYGSjXS0bUwRkLWrWnzMU5Gq1FDS-ggsJLDZFglo8jm43LArvmtQzRlHC/s320/June+5,+2010+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497976409946908578" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVc9hUvLmCOyMCCQkKMFc3aNdQuO6E7yh9osJJnjZDIH5QCw2YzxCngYPlq9AoKh1ZNEeUjETg0INdZ53Rj_beiwKf6sI08JVkYISwDir29Qk47cVJtduI4BrUCWkS-8c-3ZBAbcApzBL/s1600/June+5,+2010+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzVc9hUvLmCOyMCCQkKMFc3aNdQuO6E7yh9osJJnjZDIH5QCw2YzxCngYPlq9AoKh1ZNEeUjETg0INdZ53Rj_beiwKf6sI08JVkYISwDir29Qk47cVJtduI4BrUCWkS-8c-3ZBAbcApzBL/s320/June+5,+2010+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497975947909781778" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-50391839461676955172010-05-13T21:13:00.004-06:002010-05-13T21:21:43.830-06:00Time is Going By So Very Fast<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGEOAIYc4owGBwQVmvIN-nqWGPbhGO7LJd7pxk0SBxwrxzoLu5EFcp-IXPJ5-Jj7Vj7Z3FhGK8cRyXbnZC431TLr7NiFHmOjb7QLUz3PbmQYtSNZVaikkOfISfJwUNBHzcXw3CFtuNYHDP/s1600/DSCN0414.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGEOAIYc4owGBwQVmvIN-nqWGPbhGO7LJd7pxk0SBxwrxzoLu5EFcp-IXPJ5-Jj7Vj7Z3FhGK8cRyXbnZC431TLr7NiFHmOjb7QLUz3PbmQYtSNZVaikkOfISfJwUNBHzcXw3CFtuNYHDP/s320/DSCN0414.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470958952223360290" /></a><br />Wow! Two weeks left until summer vacation for my kids ... and they're growing like weeds. I have pretty much given up on taking any "perfect pictures" of the kids where all of three of them are smiling and not blinking or pulling faces. I guess this is pretty much how my life really is :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo86ntNPpRENyMiopEGaZh4_H4Ge0gDBlZINmFbUJxPrQ44NZG5M0n5-uVJgG0joTma1X9EdBxfn7eHTCNMznn0-GNyxbmtMb_SRs80ha_2oKhL9s9ckj-BHrI7SLe_78S6Ft8m55b2B1y/s1600/DSCN0436.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo86ntNPpRENyMiopEGaZh4_H4Ge0gDBlZINmFbUJxPrQ44NZG5M0n5-uVJgG0joTma1X9EdBxfn7eHTCNMznn0-GNyxbmtMb_SRs80ha_2oKhL9s9ckj-BHrI7SLe_78S6Ft8m55b2B1y/s320/DSCN0436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470960100029093698" /></a><br />And one of Mr. Skippy. I must admit that he has wiggled his way into my heart with those puppy dog eyes, one green and one blue.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-20256704845902617952010-05-13T21:10:00.002-06:002010-05-13T21:13:25.891-06:00Isn't She a Beauty?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAGjs9NpPKe3LdEsdeKtIUz7QIeR4HBkR13GCKpf5EKI09UdSDz06Y3m1uFmrKvdP5H1WnfzN2jNKK7_KQUTxpbFwdFKXZ32FOSDzknPp6jr3VeEXJi_dsE-QuUzX26SZPKw9w0YGhBvK/s1600/DSCN0430.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAGjs9NpPKe3LdEsdeKtIUz7QIeR4HBkR13GCKpf5EKI09UdSDz06Y3m1uFmrKvdP5H1WnfzN2jNKK7_KQUTxpbFwdFKXZ32FOSDzknPp6jr3VeEXJi_dsE-QuUzX26SZPKw9w0YGhBvK/s320/DSCN0430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470958239044202914" /></a><br />"She" is my new beach-cruiser bicycle that Everett gave me for Mother's Day. I actually got it several days before Mother's Day and have been having a BLAST riding it around the neighborhood.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-57618648631431833682010-04-11T20:07:00.005-06:002010-04-11T20:15:09.611-06:00Cross One OffI finally finished Kirsche's birthday quilt. For some reason, this quilt had it in for me. I ended up unpicking 3 bobbins worth of thread that looped up on the back side during quilting, but I finished it this weekend with little hang ups on the binding.<br />Here's the front of the quilt:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT9W_dYi6FR1qmwP6jBskEkbeVtJrYNxhT7I8zMbuiUTA9rKhanMIrPmx-2UWct2iFT6GNgrZONAotUjBvJdXd6QaoI4U8f4iypTcywX7bNl17FVEc4VTaPe9CRIJFRYK9JE_RzOHz3-R/s1600/DSCN0405.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNT9W_dYi6FR1qmwP6jBskEkbeVtJrYNxhT7I8zMbuiUTA9rKhanMIrPmx-2UWct2iFT6GNgrZONAotUjBvJdXd6QaoI4U8f4iypTcywX7bNl17FVEc4VTaPe9CRIJFRYK9JE_RzOHz3-R/s320/DSCN0405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459067813522471522" /></a><br /><br />And the back:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-XYznr9zXi8zPhqlryT0RRAOT9Nez01Zr8PTlJf0NxB5Yf6EPuAV7Fd70zQCPLwv5-ymkUG6bTldbDVk39nmU73Zti5rrBnKfqvYg8gyXUzXzdGsiY5GSFvtgGEJdhwum6pEOmVPs1VE/s1600/DSCN0406.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp-XYznr9zXi8zPhqlryT0RRAOT9Nez01Zr8PTlJf0NxB5Yf6EPuAV7Fd70zQCPLwv5-ymkUG6bTldbDVk39nmU73Zti5rrBnKfqvYg8gyXUzXzdGsiY5GSFvtgGEJdhwum6pEOmVPs1VE/s320/DSCN0406.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459068228696682882" /></a><br /><br />Here is the lone picture from her 7th birthday. I swear there were more photos on my camera...maybe a gremlin?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2Xf1iTFOrtWR7Pp9LAAoGNsMKrm40a2ovqoznVdqFiUBRPUltMDguahh7X6MZOv9JqEkSqbbFCSrc0lR19p8bZ7lhPVPCmO1hOvLKFX5Txh3XO6yJ2P2XsWz5UuYp6UIM4TEC3QplEz8/s1600/DSCN0396.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ2Xf1iTFOrtWR7Pp9LAAoGNsMKrm40a2ovqoznVdqFiUBRPUltMDguahh7X6MZOv9JqEkSqbbFCSrc0lR19p8bZ7lhPVPCmO1hOvLKFX5Txh3XO6yJ2P2XsWz5UuYp6UIM4TEC3QplEz8/s320/DSCN0396.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459068717644997490" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-27528608808617828942010-03-26T10:33:00.003-06:002010-03-26T10:38:49.395-06:00On the Bandwagon<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlLVp_EhyphenhyphenlkZU1xSjWcgzmfWZh7kEXVmOecjGVNtjfmV65HZVp1Fd7tyHj70SzgoZWs-bxpnBgrj_970WGojC8Pdn4BggGWb3WYCw7oLHxlUmF9EjS_WfOQre4ETIX8L3O0ZX-IJhSAUL/s1600/Glee.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 95px; height: 140px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRlLVp_EhyphenhyphenlkZU1xSjWcgzmfWZh7kEXVmOecjGVNtjfmV65HZVp1Fd7tyHj70SzgoZWs-bxpnBgrj_970WGojC8Pdn4BggGWb3WYCw7oLHxlUmF9EjS_WfOQre4ETIX8L3O0ZX-IJhSAUL/s320/Glee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452981692321934290" /></a><br /><br />Okay, okay. I have heard everyone out there raving about Glee. I haven't had a chance to watch it during the regular times on television, so I finally decided to put it in my Netflix queue. Netflix told me I would have a "really long wait" for disc 1 of season 1, but it arrived yesterday. After the little people were put to bed I watched the first three episodes and LOVED it!! The music is fun and, even though the show brings back horrific memories of trying to navigate high school, I really enjoyed it and can't wait for disc 2 to arrive.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-41085584591621513422010-02-08T14:11:00.002-07:002010-02-08T14:14:28.376-07:00The Next Girls' Retreat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULhdPqhHzOHJeX624NiWNzQngXrnwML1l2zduEpHXLAXVmPgGhDBKGYxoxPdmjAdeEopRLuZMILNwy0wr0tmiweEuRtEL3Ye1FPFe1gwmF5G_2ZciUycBUaYTduX1n6agsVypHgm78h1I/s1600-h/0f3ea482c9513bf4548f302a46d9932d.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULhdPqhHzOHJeX624NiWNzQngXrnwML1l2zduEpHXLAXVmPgGhDBKGYxoxPdmjAdeEopRLuZMILNwy0wr0tmiweEuRtEL3Ye1FPFe1gwmF5G_2ZciUycBUaYTduX1n6agsVypHgm78h1I/s320/0f3ea482c9513bf4548f302a46d9932d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435983364851761074" /></a><br /><br />Last summer it was George Strait (no. 1 on the bucket list!). This summer it's Tim McGraw. This time around it will be easier to manage since the concert is in Boise and I will be the only one who has to travel... unless Mom and sister, Debbie, decides to join us this time around. Can't wait! It's good to have something to look forward to.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-67344912248839211672009-11-06T10:38:00.002-07:002009-11-06T10:43:44.167-07:00What I Want to Try...I would <span style="font-style:italic;">love</span> to try <a href="http://blogs.wsj.com/juggle/2009/11/06/to-cook-the-impossible-soup-making-a-top-chefs-recipes-at-home/"><span style="font-weight:bold;">ThIs<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span></a>... if I had the TiMe, not to mention the KiTcHeN set-up. I have a longing to just cook. Is it the time of year? I know it's not nesting, but this is my desire.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-20532322108639341202009-10-14T11:08:00.003-06:002009-10-14T11:11:54.488-06:00Wide World of SportsWell, we couldn't hold off any longer. Ethan is now enrolled in wrestling, the first sports activity any of the kids have participated in. I think it will be good for him to learn something new with the discipline, not to mention the physical activity, that goes along with it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-84269165777309153362009-09-24T08:57:00.002-06:002009-09-24T09:04:28.433-06:00You Know Your Child Needs a Pet When...This weekend the kids and I stopped by the home of some friends. They have a retriever who is laid back and LOVED the attention Braelyn lavished on her. After we left their home, Braelyn informed me that she was getting a Dalmation. "Oh, really," I said. " And what is your Dalmation going to be called?" Without skipping a beat, she answered in the exasperated voice that only a three-year-old can do, "Blue Rosie." I then proceeded to quiz her about who would feed Blue Rosie. "I will," was the reply. I then asked the big question, "Who is going to take care of Blue Rosie's poop?" Again, the exasperated voice answered, "I will. I will flush the toilet for her when she's done." How do you follow that one?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-83788534849808041752009-08-27T07:04:00.004-06:002009-08-27T07:12:54.912-06:00The Kids<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvvzN82HoTyqDduU-LdZfZ4pHxf73YIA8CRL61OyAXQwSmVW3SvG2X07AxK8EbPYystzY5NeMyRTvMeGe0YxjTe6xsxHQiWW2Exf8y0GnBHB3cgf53SDy8MTfDq0fmhat8qd1P6TzFD9N/s1600-h/DSCN0294.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvvzN82HoTyqDduU-LdZfZ4pHxf73YIA8CRL61OyAXQwSmVW3SvG2X07AxK8EbPYystzY5NeMyRTvMeGe0YxjTe6xsxHQiWW2Exf8y0GnBHB3cgf53SDy8MTfDq0fmhat8qd1P6TzFD9N/s320/DSCN0294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374629994253772066" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyt3j5eraEZlFo0sge7qiTqMlqXuGETGho9Hq9xZ1PEC7l3sGTmZz5BbMn01mVs5wEOPvVTjBAylfDdh0MkMtqkyeLl4DhyTmIuaiLlyOq2JLFKzgPVO_X4mQXufeEr6hgGw32f_6w8NLJ/s1600-h/DSCN0291.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyt3j5eraEZlFo0sge7qiTqMlqXuGETGho9Hq9xZ1PEC7l3sGTmZz5BbMn01mVs5wEOPvVTjBAylfDdh0MkMtqkyeLl4DhyTmIuaiLlyOq2JLFKzgPVO_X4mQXufeEr6hgGw32f_6w8NLJ/s320/DSCN0291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374629708573454482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0uq7k23GhGw0pcr0rn2khhN0ziBitcyJiOEPxLyzYRWyFEj58FzT0LdVBFtP7a78a7t_IPzstCFMFmIOvYstkKli7-4cwlPiJOPeN2_SfkqgI3q6DfDGGd5jq-IVJJJUPDrGV7QBkG3e/s1600-h/DSCN0290.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0uq7k23GhGw0pcr0rn2khhN0ziBitcyJiOEPxLyzYRWyFEj58FzT0LdVBFtP7a78a7t_IPzstCFMFmIOvYstkKli7-4cwlPiJOPeN2_SfkqgI3q6DfDGGd5jq-IVJJJUPDrGV7QBkG3e/s320/DSCN0290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374629459724960706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBctvZJVMdOTaMzpdPodEZEHONRooCm4fcolhqVRuPCqI0a4WBIJDL2rXeRaix6K2hjdyuSgZGqaJyaN2CPqXjyMO2cFRk4ews-yFAE-DWQemy1vpXSsAGKBM8FpRggJJREAQ54WEfvTp5/s1600-h/DSCN0281.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBctvZJVMdOTaMzpdPodEZEHONRooCm4fcolhqVRuPCqI0a4WBIJDL2rXeRaix6K2hjdyuSgZGqaJyaN2CPqXjyMO2cFRk4ews-yFAE-DWQemy1vpXSsAGKBM8FpRggJJREAQ54WEfvTp5/s320/DSCN0281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374629185695695154" /></a><br />Here are some recent pics of the kids. Ethan is getting so big - 4th grade this year. Kirsche is still girly-girl through and through. Braelyn chose the beenie hat at the farmers market a couple of weeks ago and really wears it. I didn't think she would. The girls got their hair fixed at a salon for the "Princess Tea Party" at the Snake River Roaring Youth Jam. (We didn't make it to the party, but the girls were thrilled to be dressed up.)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-61988471598737783042009-08-27T07:00:00.002-06:002009-08-27T07:04:43.672-06:00Braelyn's Dress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kaTSpFBUcqP_aQxhopl8cNo16G-BFzwj7k_hUOPPhNRL4DaEDOTIIyY_83YFiN7HHrPYFIDmFrGLCljL_U4F8BNGNbPDQSoxuQ09DljmHl5vy8jYHsKXepiptQrtsfqC1bQZr7CSnyWT/s1600-h/DSCN0285.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2kaTSpFBUcqP_aQxhopl8cNo16G-BFzwj7k_hUOPPhNRL4DaEDOTIIyY_83YFiN7HHrPYFIDmFrGLCljL_U4F8BNGNbPDQSoxuQ09DljmHl5vy8jYHsKXepiptQrtsfqC1bQZr7CSnyWT/s320/DSCN0285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374628104709494946" /></a><br />I finally finished Braelyn's dress. I picked up the fabric and pattern from <a href="http://www.katicupcake.com">The Quilt Shoppe</a> in Rigby. I'm really happy with how it turned out - especially after picking and redoing the shirring twice!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-21997552338007572622009-08-20T13:37:00.002-06:002009-08-20T13:41:22.411-06:00So Sweet...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1W8Pluee-qarLyL76YGEkTEBP3-MuDNgz-kIPMP4Wb21KMfJxoDJZNUd5NXLsM90f1cQvvRWQPy36YjUQXXS7UK8fhgFivMyDZ_iDPboWqUMXZvizHBt0b9R9IMB3Q99hI4I73ewVrnwR/s1600-h/Ethan+Kirsche+wedding+pic.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1W8Pluee-qarLyL76YGEkTEBP3-MuDNgz-kIPMP4Wb21KMfJxoDJZNUd5NXLsM90f1cQvvRWQPy36YjUQXXS7UK8fhgFivMyDZ_iDPboWqUMXZvizHBt0b9R9IMB3Q99hI4I73ewVrnwR/s320/Ethan+Kirsche+wedding+pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372132581490226114" /></a><br /><br />I dug up this photo of Ethan and Kirsche at my sister, Lisa's wedding from nearly 2 years ago. It makes me smile to see them holding hands. There was a point in the procession where they had to go down a few steps and Ethan assisted Kirsche with her dress to make sure she didn't step on it and trip. Love it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-14769911173266534312009-08-04T06:39:00.008-06:002009-08-04T06:51:48.062-06:00Pure George (with a little Blake and Julianne)Becky, Lisa and I made it last month to SLC for George Strait. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfS-oBgs_mvCMqIxFhmvvB1jJbowWqkqnBwIMy4f01J2CJ72KsbBR0RKnzdwN3LdTnafXMqHjYAC2-0ql9H9b86BzxdJeWxQf2t_wqCGRR2TjRKh5uVNfALhVqqjxvrp8ZVeDUkwc7iEsT/s1600-h/DSCN0261.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfS-oBgs_mvCMqIxFhmvvB1jJbowWqkqnBwIMy4f01J2CJ72KsbBR0RKnzdwN3LdTnafXMqHjYAC2-0ql9H9b86BzxdJeWxQf2t_wqCGRR2TjRKh5uVNfALhVqqjxvrp8ZVeDUkwc7iEsT/s320/DSCN0261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366088431433456114" /></a><br />Here I am waiting ever so patiently for the concert to start.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOq3AY1kk6aFgHjjzgVqpAjYfMcwit2KXVUvNuD01OTbY5b_z-VJnvLAAJurbsByWwMyVpy4Ux0kdYg8-RLr54FGN6WtQVIDswST1GqTuDsKK_ARbmA-bbwOHGyNduzirDi6ceI_sFGHpz/s1600-h/DSCN0260.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOq3AY1kk6aFgHjjzgVqpAjYfMcwit2KXVUvNuD01OTbY5b_z-VJnvLAAJurbsByWwMyVpy4Ux0kdYg8-RLr54FGN6WtQVIDswST1GqTuDsKK_ARbmA-bbwOHGyNduzirDi6ceI_sFGHpz/s320/DSCN0260.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366087961695852722" /></a><br /><br />Julianne Hough was surprisingly good. She has such a big voice packed into that small little body. Blake Shelton followed Julianne. Sorry, I didn't take pictures of Julianne.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_ztF4C_X-uZtJvs_ReT-QkzAVHdrBJ4EgZND_OGZQnaJoXhiX6ks3lRwJ7wRBUklvrlij96eSwBO7z1xjhM56gQdARqTOO7DbP7HeaLMY94jA-A7nVYdZefoFB2ATA0zOoWgaaT87K4F/s1600-h/DSCN0262.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_ztF4C_X-uZtJvs_ReT-QkzAVHdrBJ4EgZND_OGZQnaJoXhiX6ks3lRwJ7wRBUklvrlij96eSwBO7z1xjhM56gQdARqTOO7DbP7HeaLMY94jA-A7nVYdZefoFB2ATA0zOoWgaaT87K4F/s320/DSCN0262.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089279390203714" /></a><br /><br />Finally...look how close we were!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfywfb_MYnjTnfkI2to6J_pQx0gr9pU3sIuttionSLexvrWpX7sI1qVVSb6kb2p6jg6V9DNEeMEHf_uo19T1U2UFBcpxNsXLhyc71wUJgkZBS6F1fDijNX6d8PSlD2mXVE6ecxsLvQpxm-/s1600-h/DSCN0264.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfywfb_MYnjTnfkI2to6J_pQx0gr9pU3sIuttionSLexvrWpX7sI1qVVSb6kb2p6jg6V9DNEeMEHf_uo19T1U2UFBcpxNsXLhyc71wUJgkZBS6F1fDijNX6d8PSlD2mXVE6ecxsLvQpxm-/s320/DSCN0264.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366089815540043538" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZfpC16bxR3jHmctC9STU_P6xLCXivnI3K1g-u5qFzweJk3casm4H85NVVTYyhWY7KqkayO1W6FYNFEQKGiLlc0WGB48K5EoEyCeNMY7SdVrM_DSgIW2lTH8tI5kbAN_WIqgrh-b7fjpk/s1600-h/DSCN0265.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheZfpC16bxR3jHmctC9STU_P6xLCXivnI3K1g-u5qFzweJk3casm4H85NVVTYyhWY7KqkayO1W6FYNFEQKGiLlc0WGB48K5EoEyCeNMY7SdVrM_DSgIW2lTH8tI5kbAN_WIqgrh-b7fjpk/s320/DSCN0265.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366090100572027938" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-54923253295871500482009-06-15T16:14:00.003-06:002009-06-15T16:18:45.638-06:00Some Confusion...Kirsche had to give a talk this Sunday on faith and prayer. I found a story about President David O. McKay when he was a boy to tell during her talk. On Saturday evening, I was going over her talk with her and when I told her about President McKay's story she looked at me in a quizzical manner and said "President McKay? Wasn't he against Barack Obama in the election?" It took me a minute to understand that she was referring to John McCain. I didn't realize she paid that much attention to the media! I then proceeded to explain to her the difference between President McKay and Senator McCain.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-41018336123954780322009-05-10T18:30:00.002-06:002009-05-10T18:51:27.625-06:00Mom Mama Mommy MotherI had a great Mother's Day with gifts, hugs and kisses from the three best kids and husband ever, but my thoughts this weekend have been on my own mother, Paula, and the things that I have learned from her. I don't know why, but as I grow older, I see more and more wisdom in the things she taught me, maybe not with words, but definately by example.<br />To be concise, I have listed the things that stand out to me most about my mom:<br />1. She's not terribly outspoken, but when she speaks her mind it's eloquent, logical and pure testimony.<br />2. When she did speak up against something or someone, it always turned out to be right.<br />3. She is the hardest worker I can think of - in the home or out. <br />4. Rare is the occasion that I can remember Mom uttering a complaint. <br />5. Stoic comes to mind when I think of Mom. Not that she has had a great deal of trials and adversity in her life to make her stoic, but she has weathered unpleasant situations with dignity that I would have moaned and groaned my way through.<br />6. She may just be starting to realize it, but her love of sewing is starting to awaken in me. I hunger for her talent to create beautiful things while sitting at the sewing table. <br />Mom, I love you and your great example in life! I hope your day was great!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-62543820764091581622009-04-12T18:42:00.011-06:002009-04-12T19:15:06.077-06:00What I've Been Up To...<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323970528169686594" 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/AVvXsEiJptwQiKHWZD2ZF45zbY2Gx-mer0K57PuBRQ1JXUWJEjtrety0PV2cAvQNXc8grXMgwRQxwzia4N91im95J5CnC7FF3gUwMhzD4rKvTU2xLMpmFf4xiEnfys759PE26HNWP5JsuTKKj7vB/s320/DSCN0163.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>Gosh, has it really been over a month since I last posted? Well, I have a lot to update on what's been going on lately. Yes, these adorable little boxes are my kids teacher gift from Valentine's Day (I know, that was <strong><em>two</em></strong> months ago!) I had so much fun making and filling these little cuties with treats.</div><br /><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323971125767315026" 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/AVvXsEh5uFxly3sHxgAfNXLxIwVQWhw0FaOj9HZY8-JwLWcxLih1asJP6v2AJehUeKQouF9uWgYRJoAhiDja2gZGx4g0h9R1QEbXSkkDTnCjkDUGMdMJiJF3TiBYZPiL5dY2K7VXK4wKPv9UiK9F/s320/DSCN0164.JPG" border="0" /><br />This is my first quilt - actually it's my first quilted quilt, as opposed to a tied quilt. It was so much fun that I have been gathering cute material from my new favorite <a href="http://www.theblackbirdhaven.com/">fabric store</a> in anticipation of quilting some more. I do have some in the works, but it's slow going with kids, work and life moving at the speed of light.</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="http://www.theblackbirdhaven.com/"><br /></div></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2aTUpMvQuqtyH581L77YVTAzSprkJRm6SfEOtkQ_9m8ZKqwliwF_4Z_mnbT0LVx1I3wwAqnkoP9uXPyMmne3VggcF1vSyBolsaf7N5gKM_kIehGyslFFcTjeOOikiU_VtjVBsbxVcl9j/s1600-h/DSCN0187.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323972660788493330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2aTUpMvQuqtyH581L77YVTAzSprkJRm6SfEOtkQ_9m8ZKqwliwF_4Z_mnbT0LVx1I3wwAqnkoP9uXPyMmne3VggcF1vSyBolsaf7N5gKM_kIehGyslFFcTjeOOikiU_VtjVBsbxVcl9j/s200/DSCN0187.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA7_PtdyNN8NrJiwptdIXuGkTx_rXSY1-Xb1bI1nspqZfyXc4FG6yDK0Oli2KfaJPxYN61G-cY_nDMBtfRCu05RDMUAY09xp_mMtuTi3e_C9jMOyeA5M0wS7RdnPZEDQ_r4PnXFnWglrP/s1600-h/DSCN0184.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323973107405624946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA7_PtdyNN8NrJiwptdIXuGkTx_rXSY1-Xb1bI1nspqZfyXc4FG6yDK0Oli2KfaJPxYN61G-cY_nDMBtfRCu05RDMUAY09xp_mMtuTi3e_C9jMOyeA5M0wS7RdnPZEDQ_r4PnXFnWglrP/s200/DSCN0184.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoA7_PtdyNN8NrJiwptdIXuGkTx_rXSY1-Xb1bI1nspqZfyXc4FG6yDK0Oli2KfaJPxYN61G-cY_nDMBtfRCu05RDMUAY09xp_mMtuTi3e_C9jMOyeA5M0wS7RdnPZEDQ_r4PnXFnWglrP/s1600-h/DSCN0184.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>I have also started putting scrap fabric to good use. I made a girl's burp cloth and soft square with some ribbon taggies for a friend of my mom's. The little boy's set on the right doesn't have a home - yet. I know lots of women who are expecting this fall!</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323973970502945330" 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/AVvXsEg585wowxN73D7s0w-pACDn-0kIbgci2z8Kh3z7Nc2G4QniHKjA3EgnMzPfzPvpm6Rm6MlJduUIhTsGuAXcwl8oze4J3wpfyAayTAG4mFv9sALshYXd7YXUSOFhgFCdS7zzlr2FrtxIHkbn/s320/DSCN0190.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div>Sorry, this pic is a little out of focus. I made Braelyn and Kirsche each a quick little springtime dress out of pre-smocked fabric (amazing invention!). Braelyn's has pink and purple ladybugs on it and Kirsche's is black with red cherries. For some reason I can't catch Kirsche with her dress on to snap a fast picture.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpLFf4VXmvIOcXwvPWPBGqf_yQ9Mw5Bd26gW9wr1A7-sTWDRxBUrBnXZN4Q_7CjSs6A20PIrVvTKA_pghaJWa5X4AevKbv3ivLvwYLEs44kaiT0ZE2gbq7pSRwsxhoAqeIWTXTWtsOfT7/s1600-h/DSCN0185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323975413025945746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTpLFf4VXmvIOcXwvPWPBGqf_yQ9Mw5Bd26gW9wr1A7-sTWDRxBUrBnXZN4Q_7CjSs6A20PIrVvTKA_pghaJWa5X4AevKbv3ivLvwYLEs44kaiT0ZE2gbq7pSRwsxhoAqeIWTXTWtsOfT7/s200/DSCN0185.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Organizing has also been near the top of my list. My ribbons went from this above . . .<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinEocckJZBxdH3XTxgHw36WvGjZvbvQ-JkqQVBDwgQDluLiRkVEQHgz0sRfYVUq_hY0DpBbPew28wxz21zrCj8n_s66NX6PmT1TM-GPjKpytvppaXOfT9rDzu_P5XrpRZUqp5PuS7JwInr/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc4FBQGYBicSXKMayAtnORPCFGA2MiwpsVrJ0d1hn-NTTBrSXHMQHmcPIh9nUbX9WVPtKXVWkmsqXcPyVAJy4EHAT10PrT-Mxkyoo45__tSQwk1GNLdfiBanhe2SNKM3CSKerq-KMdfMj/s1600-h/DSCN0186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323976346879360994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFc4FBQGYBicSXKMayAtnORPCFGA2MiwpsVrJ0d1hn-NTTBrSXHMQHmcPIh9nUbX9WVPtKXVWkmsqXcPyVAJy4EHAT10PrT-Mxkyoo45__tSQwk1GNLdfiBanhe2SNKM3CSKerq-KMdfMj/s200/DSCN0186.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>to this. I inserted two 5/16 inch dowels into a wooden base and <em>presto</em>, a ribbon spool holder that is so much more economical than the fancy ones at the craft store for purchase.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323977634624014066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDuk1IuBpMLe_cSjSMca5O8NHUfiHO1wgVjpLdkPe1r6KwITrCKo3hPSVfRqclui_xmL7CBMPPzwWpKrC9LKk2O3l0NZlptSyqTGXbE0FhLUw9NltW_tIk7SljXGmhwFV7GksLTDJKIArD/s200/DSCN0193.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>This is the wedding gift that I will be putting in the mail tomorrow for my friend, Jen, who just got married. Post is their last name and the letters come from my sisters, Tara and Becky, business, Love Letters Photography. I think it looks amazing! I hope Jen and Ashley do, too. (Sorry, Jen, if you see this before it arrives!)</div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1849152213766343033.post-49999644885667934602009-03-12T11:44:00.002-06:002009-03-12T12:46:53.968-06:00Watch Out...Here It ComesOkay, I apologize ahead of this posting because I need to vent a bit. <div><br /></div><div>I, in good faith, subscribed to a publication that claims to support working mothers with their juggle and work/life balancing acts, etc. I need support and ideas and suggestions and all the help I can get! But, I must admit that I am thoroughly disappointed. It seems, from reading the articles in issue after issue of this magazine, that the majority of working mothers have a) a nanny at home watching the kids, caring for the house; or b) a husband who works from home or stays at home while his wife has a high-powered career that rakes in the dough for both of them. Is this the norm? It can't be the majority of real life scenarios, could it? How about some articles on how to manage the schlepping of kids from school to daycare to scouts to home on your lunch hour while taking calls on your cell phone from you boss who needs documents brought down to the courthouse and flights rebooked and calls/emails returned all the while trying to inventory your freezer at home to determine what can be thawed, cooked and eaten before the home teachers come at 6:30? I think I need a vacation.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2