tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28197105245445557632024-02-18T19:17:52.682-08:00Ahhh.... The Simple Life.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-46492413810538296332012-02-16T22:17:00.000-08:002012-02-16T22:29:59.880-08:00I became a mom 18 years ago today...Happy Birthday Doll.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"> "The Rose"</span></div>
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written by Derron Hansen</div>
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It was late in the winter when the little plant arrived. But the gardeners knew they must take great care for it to survive. They prepared the soil, tilled and hoped the little plant's roots would grow deep.</div>
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Spring became summer then the fall, believe it or not the little rose had changed them all. The gardeners knew this was no ordinary rose, one tiny bud, so pure and so sweet, she already up and on her feet.</div>
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Talking, walking, there was no time to spare. The little rose was "fluttering" everywhere.</div>
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Wherever she went, brighter the day. She had that effect in a good kind of way. Laughing, loving to share, the little rose had very little cares.</div>
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The years came and went, it wasn't hard to tell, this little rose was heaven sent. Growing ever growing and knowing what she liked best, she hardly gave the puzzles time to rest.</div>
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Then off to school, she thought it was cool. She had been given the tools of reading and writing, she wasn't sure which she liked best...unless it was a math test!</div>
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As the little rose grew, the gardeners marveled and wondered what they had done to receive such a gift with all of their blunders.</div>
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Now is your time to let your blossoms shine. Go forth little rose and have a great time, and never forget to let your blossoms shine, shine, shine.</div>
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Love,</div>
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The "Gardeners"</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Annelie with "big brother" Justin</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She's a Joe City Wildcat and a Hansen...just check out those legs:)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls in their signature blue dresses & feather boas.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eighth grade graduation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another lip sync contest...I miss those days.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls on Annelie's 16th birthday.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aren't they beautiful? YES!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There's the smile that has been lighting my world for the past 18 years...how do I love this girl? I could fill a book counting the ways.</td></tr>
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<br />Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-23429130700739093312011-12-21T17:39:00.000-08:002011-12-22T07:22:23.328-08:00Christmas Joe City Style<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Merry Christmas</span> everyone! I love this time of year, the decorations, the goodies & the traditions most of all. Just thought I'd post some photos of a couple of our favorite traditions. Bishop Alan Palmer started our Live Nativity tradition several years ago. He first started having his seminary students act it out at the park. He then moved it to his own barn. (We just walked through the back field). When he became Bishop he moved it back to the park...had our ward's Young Men set it up & each ward takes a night, the week before Christmas, & performs the first Christmas Story. This year Seth got to be a shepherd. I was worried he would get cold so I really bundled him up. He looked more like "Randy" from Christmas Story than a shepherd:) We stand around fire pits furnished by the Elders Quorum & sip hot chocolate provided by the Relief Society. It's a great tradition...thank you Bishop Palmer.</div>
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Another favorite tradition is our annual Christmas sing-a-long. My sister-in-law Julie started this one. One year she decided that my parlor was the perfect place for an old fashioned sing-a-long. We love it! Anyone who plays the piano,ukulele, flute or the bells can take a turn, or several, & we all sing along. It can pretty rowdy, but I assure you, we are only drinking Darcy's wassail.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Steven & Alicia always play duets for us</span>.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Nic always wears his Santa Hat...& yes, he does sing Christmas songs. They're his favorite along with his favorite dogs, Lady & Trance.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Annelie ended the evening with her rendition of <br />"Wizards of Winter". It's a rousing piece from the Transyberian Orchestra. My whole piano was rockin' during this one!</span> (Hold on to that bay Mary & Joseph!)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Seth's instrument for the night...Derron said it sounded like the Christmas Goose:)</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Trenton was trying to put on the dog's hat.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Ms. Darcy Combs...Ms. Christmas herself.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Lacy found her own piano...so cute. She was playin' that suitcase with her her heart.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Justin played the bells.</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">What a sweet image...Lacy's hands on her mother's as she played, ahhh...</span><br /> <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is Seth after Trenton took his instrument...so sad:(</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Our Friends Rich & Linda Miller joined us this year...we pointed out that they were sitting under the mistletoe & they knew just what to do!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Christmas is just a few days away now. I love this season & everything it represents. Most of all I love making memories. Hope everyone has a very <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;">Merry Christmas</span> and I hope you make some great memories.</span><br />
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</tbody></table>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-13585522966453444442011-09-18T15:30:00.000-07:002011-09-19T08:38:18.125-07:00A tribute to my Sister...Happy Birthday Annellie<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653832427643594562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoSFYxnKxZ2nukwsJG8y4el9lla7oU_uUn5PafEDuhWdjbGr-zbYFqkh3io1EYbojYVNUkC202P7x_D-ERrfjdgJSnaNvXV5xDyekoTNazLaJ7ZpalDenvsRKauqPESpeHhTAhLS2AOWcW/s400/cat+%2526+annellie+closeup%252C+blk+%2526wht.jpg" /> This post is deeply personal and I have debated heavily whether or not I should share these things in such a public way. I feel that sharing our experiences can help each of us to grow in our own understanding and come to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">appreciate</span> our blessings so much more. This is not a story of tragedy, pain & sorrow, although those are the means by which I have learned my greatest lessons, but a story of love, friendship & a sisterly bond that I consider to be one of the great treasures of my life. This past June 28<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> marked 19 years since that night she went on a date and never came home. I can remember every detail of the whole tragic event from the phone call in the middle of the night to the funeral and burial but what I remember best is the nineteen years of growing up together...two little girls way out on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">McLaws</span> road in the middle of no where. You know the saying "I loved you too much to just be your friend so God made me your sister"...that was us. For nineteen years I got to share everything with my best friend. Until we were seven and eight we shared a twin bed...sleeping head to feet. I used to get her to turn out the light every night by encouraging her to jump back in the bed before the light was gone...she fell for it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span> and I would always say, "You almost made it this time!" I know...manipulative big sister. When we were in high school the same scenario would play out from time to time & we'd laugh at how she would fall for my trickery and she'd try again...just for old times sake and I would say "you almost made it!" and we'd laugh ourselves to sleep. By then we had graduated to bunk beds and she had the top bunk. I used to beg her to tell me stories at night when I couldn't fall asleep. Our favorite was the "Three Bears". Can you imagine <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">teenage</span> girls telling <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span> the story of the three bears? We were funny like that. So many nights we would lay there talking about so many things, boys, friends, drama at school, our parents, what we thought our futures held for us, all our youthful hopes and dreams. We never could have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">perceived</span> that we would be separated. That dreadful day came and she was taken home to our Heavenly Father from where she came and the great journey in my life began.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">My spirit has been strengthened in numerous ways and I continue to learn so many lessons from this experience. The Lord asks us to sacrifice in this life and sometimes the sacrifice isn't our choice, but what is our choice is our attitude toward our trials. If this is what the Lord wants me to go through so that He can teach me what he needs to teach me, then I accept that. This blog isn't long enough for the many lessons I've learned and I don't even think I could write it all down. What I will share are some blessings that I am so grateful for even though the word "grateful" isn't nearly a big enough word to describe my feelings. I'm grateful for the knowledge that we lived with our Heavenly Father before we came here and that we knew that if we proved ourselves we could return to Him. I'm grateful that she chose to spend her nineteen years with me, telling me bedtime stories, sharing secrets & clothes, doing my hair when I didn't want to, singing and dancing together on stage or in the kitchen doing dishes and always being my biggest cheerleader. To her I say, "Thank you for always loving me & never judging me. Thank you for always being my safe place to fall. Thank you for keeping my secrets and for being so loyal to me. Thank you for making me laugh with all your silliness (Eddie Murphy impersonations). I always loved when you would hug me & tell me I was "cuddly"...I'm really looking forward to feeling that hug again. I Love you so much, I hope your still proud of me. I'm trying so hard to live a good life. I know I'll be with you again...how great will be that day".<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653859717526803810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqVa03t_6qXI5a6jmNvyP1-Pf0NIgHHlWta2Wh4EcPqHJuxWcYBtwdi4iVEvZFTW9_c7BjIFFQ8cGXnps7vRjcQ9k340IIr_O2aIDw1IARlEgL55KmOf-YWwWhNIijx2KFuOIbMX1b-ip/s400/Cat+%2526+Annellie+on+front+lawn.jpg" />These two photos were taken many years apart but in the same place in our yard... you can see how much the trees grew from the 1st photo. I'm the one in the bonnet...it's one of the very few pictures where I was taller than her:)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653832428015262658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi3xKM-FWLkOTN32-dNLbacKkJ7o8qAOpb4Y8sZBVW6YGYjFsY02pSkoT8YzWcJSUnp3GocM8yBW4T4MmxuvXRv_8FB6gvlsM5298O2yXXhXt0HGkEbNb2j50MbWMOxRNdfNiTsHVMyLJ9/s400/coming+home+from+school.jpg" />We were always dressed like twins. It was just practical for my parents I think....buy two of everything. That's our youngest brother Ezra crawling on the lawn.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653832421570795490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNQvoa62GgFMI24rbUmOhbg7j02wSIPJh8hZXyAdNkDzGTw_Y2T05y8m-pncdWufn3b_5jSA_NXoJ8XKZgSy66quarebugIiieZkAn4iux_nJ7Hxd3YVQJVoMvWQqUbrZhBKLyCLg6iwzP/s400/Annellie+laughing.jpg" />I love this picture of her...when I look at it I can hear her laugh:)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653832421147039058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD8ch3FWjd451Cafr4tETTsV7eh_tuQQ6UhwQdTV0z5BCiy2E0huG0I6dfjZfccxpBK2uOiQfizS0YtR2qa4QSv415XRfQdtS_ApArqfB098Ge02_6A1uzfvbPdzG8LIhJzpnedV5FbQli/s400/Annellie+%2526+Cat+Sunday+afternoon.jpg" /> This was a typical Sunday afternoon. You can see she is holding a dish towel. We were doing the Sunday dinner dishes. She always dried & I always washed & we would sing "When the Saints Go Marching In" in every key & arrangement we could come up with. Don't ask me why we chose that song I don't even remember, but you could hear us singing all through the house.<br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 323px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653831812777668066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzP0iENshoyDyH2-331GArFvvF3o0yxvSI9GeZyzcdNa3hYBAnp04RUHQwUaAKwIulixTwGauM0cOinSD3Tx8fDJM-Snutegy3CHR6RfjQhbjqFB_qjWcmldl7jlk2QoTtONaj0LIFVVOM/s400/annelie%2527s+pic+%2540+susan%2527s.jpg" /> She was a beautiful girl inside and out.</div><br /><br /><div>Happy Birthday <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Annellie</span>..."you know I love you more than my luggage".</div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-64765468325251886812011-09-15T12:53:00.000-07:002011-09-15T13:28:14.849-07:00Around the House<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHvTqJw7O7tf9Gh97650exKaSaP1L44fnP40sFwbiYwPtsc3RvLckbT0x_1mjoqswd-RQuH5CuK_wRX5ztz6TnoOlwQ5h0WOvdmGWsBvyYjWT67T2h7Nqb9K04a7dsMSUU0cCs5fxL7Ve/s1600/Baea+running.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652685523953812690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHvTqJw7O7tf9Gh97650exKaSaP1L44fnP40sFwbiYwPtsc3RvLckbT0x_1mjoqswd-RQuH5CuK_wRX5ztz6TnoOlwQ5h0WOvdmGWsBvyYjWT67T2h7Nqb9K04a7dsMSUU0cCs5fxL7Ve/s400/Baea+running.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652680837094628338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdbOQEZBmegfLSG1Axyfh32kBlvgBZp4rMzXJSMGwp3gEzQV8OIgoo9JPi3GbXiaQdgKXDh4XUDGpFDmB6M92rt7asy0JCLwt2jpqRzVfumsHmoGWbzXXPPlfCyIZVU1cssReDdvdT7Ec/s400/new+camera+003.jpg" />Per my niece Lindy's request here are a few pics from around the house & some of the finished rock patio. Just some random pics that were already on the computer. Amazingly enough it has been too rainy to take any recent photos. I know...too rainy in Joseph City? In Joseph City it's either no rain or a complete down pour. You take what you can get...we'll take it. My brother in law Gale took it...he & his crew (Julianne & Jim) irrigated sopping wet fields through a crazy hail storm yesterday.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652680830091874018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiBPwwmAcBHaMa6kHQkDIBkPzVA3ug-YcdVMJyaFzGrmTliNqoypmyzxj9TKGIzWLnAK8bN9P3p7uCf0r9SVamKBf_xGXJOdkpGQzkVJXh-KGBqpzgwLNWeNOtf39CbBfd1QlOgma8IK8e/s400/new+camera+004.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652680827102303570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0iZIkt_qVBD-8kCEg-JPQNUqGcIF6yDgnSqebMyf9JFpuqTnxz9YhWK1HKoF7A0WVIATgPMrDffPDDk6rzbFgsV8Cgp6-rWVYNxz3KNt4efU91bu_FjA9VzOgraYxIpI19Z48arqK9GOH/s400/new+camera+006.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652680820449609058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBczwS3PuHQ0rsSZlSv2MB1SPYIOD1Z6Gh2P11ox1OTcx3gej6BtJg4oLNCDpRDVWbqLoCvYFtUbiuf0ypDXx_utmj3u7aQrrWgP9JCKvTQOs-sCDuDqjFKSqZGFDZJAAfHiOxhS_-FSh/s400/Nehemiah+and+Baea+2.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652677317201192210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk2Bh2TN61TY-m7WDIPgY7FVya0fDHZN_f2HdMy6u95tNTjdmgBv-Fc_w5KmnzmkH4e30lsNao-B4MsvKT1WEew4HxchBwQLnUuN4Kg02T46pR9jEokaE1vkgqlSXdmNpNRRN6ybXkT9l2/s400/patio+2.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>Yes...that's a hot tub. Very enjoyable:)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652677313910340674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMVsidTGkr8AlPjkO1f5blKfByYGte_txME4YQ7JpgXtvLoWCKY8vRs0gwMAp8okqUOtKL4K9B4hcN9DZ6OCu39eql1OTBQttV6KURV-wvrLT0fvhzIElwMx7MiOQyjECxdQ7y7cIXGR5/s400/Patio+3.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652677311765931218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBVl5rPZywD1uOcMAPr87FzYsqHGZuHrBpMq56Zo339AgtuRPCvBOfKceBFDfZ2z8EzpIIV8m2ig2K2Eg-jBHyLjxiih-3lisVYyP4hvvezcKu96tC0bwMOi4XMgwLPjqr7DVD8RIwCvOW/s400/patio.jpg" />Next summer I plan to have it covered with flower pots & other fun things. I'm really looking forward to that. Right now I'm enjoying my relaxing evenings in the hot tub watching the sunset.<br /><br /></div></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-85382816831595710032011-08-28T14:14:00.000-07:002011-08-28T15:12:45.693-07:00The Summer of Improvement<div align="center">Phew! What a summer! Our household was a buzz all summer long with projects & road trips & youth camps. Everyone was going in a different direction. I am calling it our</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Some of my favorite television shows are the ones where some old, beat up or neglected house is fixed up or a dirty house is cleaned up & made beautiful again. I feel the same way about people. To watch someone who struggles with one thing or another, come to learn who they are (a child of God) and make changes in their life that leads to their progression is so inspiring to me. I love when something old is made new again. I love when something or someone damaged is made whole again. I guess you can say I am a HUGE fan of improvement!</div>
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<br /><div align="center">My husband Derron went with our 14 yr. old son, Niclaas, and his scout group to Philmont in New Mexico. Philmont is a leadership camp owned & run by the Boy Scouts of America. They hiked approximately 90 miles over 10 days, showering only twice, once on the 5th day & the other before they loaded up the vans & headed home (thank goodness). It was such an important experience for them. It was tough but isn't that when we learn our greatest lessons? Long story short...my son came home a different boy, an improved boy.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">My 17 yr. old daughter went to "Especially For Youth" at the BYU Provo, UT campus. Another fantastic program. She had a great "building" experience. If you want to read a story of progression & improvement click <a href="http://dollyink.blogspot.com/2011/06/miracle-of-my-roommate.html">here</a> for an inspiring story, oh...and don't forget to check the "comments". I love when you get to hear the back story. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">A long awaited home improvement project was finished....hallelujah! I have been looking at a pile of sandstone & dreaming of a patio for several years now. Well...it is FINALLY done! In the end I moved over 9,000 lbs. ( yes...I did mean to write 3 zeros) of sandstone & moved a dump truck load of sand with my shovel & wheel barrow. The backyard is greatly improved & so is my physic! So many people have been wondering what I've been doing to look so trim...well that's it. I always refer to my yard as my gym & this summer it definitely was. The great thing about "working out" in your yard is that in the end the improvement is two fold...the yard looks great & so do YOU! You'll never see me in an aerobics class but you will see me pushing a mower & hauling rocks & hoeing weeds. </div>
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<br /><div align="center">The week before school started it was my turn for a get away. I went with two of my friends to the Barbara Barrington Jones "<a href="http://www.barbarabjones.com/retreat-for-women/">Especially For Women</a>" at Thanksgiving Point in Utah. I went thinking it would be a fun trip with fun friends. What I didn't realize was that this was going to be the very best thing I've ever done for myself. That's the best way I can describe it. I'll never forget this experience. I am forever changed because of it and what I learned their will be improving me from this point on.</div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-88651897262906373392011-05-11T18:24:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:54:36.119-07:00An Advertisement<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWbaO25V7BQQN7ZLr10AMnuOVdDF8lKv2ZRXhXULWRX4jqWE3fAwDKRuaSStZ0HB5nLUqPR62hgy6ZooFOt2vqsPrEFjJzBVR2-rJ4dfDT34WX2ty-PKHHp-F1E3gNsSDZ9IL57ihaQt2/s1600/Picnik+collage+for+Clella+Belle%2527s+beads.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605640820258291538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUWbaO25V7BQQN7ZLr10AMnuOVdDF8lKv2ZRXhXULWRX4jqWE3fAwDKRuaSStZ0HB5nLUqPR62hgy6ZooFOt2vqsPrEFjJzBVR2-rJ4dfDT34WX2ty-PKHHp-F1E3gNsSDZ9IL57ihaQt2/s400/Picnik+collage+for+Clella+Belle%2527s+beads.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Check out "<a href="http://cat-catscreations.blogspot.com/">Clella Belle's Beads</a>" aka "Cat's Creations". I just posted some new pieces. I will have them available during my yard sale next saturday. Mark your calendars...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Announcing Joseph City's 3rd Annual</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Community Yard Sale</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Saturday, May 21 @ 8:00 a.m.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">*Maps at all sales & signs on Main Street</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">*Over 23 yard sales in one mile</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">*One family needs to get rid of a pool table!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">*Bring your friends...Bring a truck...Pass it on</span>!</span></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-84063397767298705502011-05-11T17:03:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:54:36.074-07:00Treasures and Friends, Friends I Treasure.<div align="center">So I have these great friends, Julie, Linda & Jill. We LOVE to hunt for treasures in any thrift store, yard sale & junk yard we can find. Our latest adventure was a place that Jill recently discovered. I don't even remember the name of it but it was not unlike the backyard of a hoarder...only somewhat organized into sheds & old box cars & piles leaning against those sheds. We drove through the open gate into shangra la! Piles & heaps of old bed frames, old windows, old signs...You name it, if it was old & rusty, it was there! After walking around and eyeing all the possibilities, we noticed that no one seemed to be there. We then saw a note from the owner on the door of one of the sheds. He was out of town but he left a phone number, so Jill quickly dialed her phone. He soon answered...he was way out of town...like Kansas out of town! So Jill asked if he would let us leave him the money for the items we had picked out! I love my friends...they are so bold! We had looked forward to this for over a week, we had driven over an hour, we had brought a truck, we did NOT want to go home empty handed. Guess what? He agreed! It was on, we started making our "piles" but we couldn't ignore the sign that read: "More Treasures Inside the Box Car". Only the box cars were padlocked! "MMM...I wonder if he keeps a key around for just such an occasion? Let's call him & ask". Sure enough...before we knew it Jill was on the phone with the owner as he gave her directions to the key! We were soon inside the box cars and they did not disappoint. The owner called us back a few times to see if we had any questions. Soon we were tallying up our purchases over the phone, writing our checks & leaving them where he could find them. After loading up the truck we were off to a great Mexican restaurant for lunch...after all it was "Cinco de Mayo". Our lunch was "deelish" and due to the holiday there were great specials. I don't think any of us paid more than $5.00 for our meal. We love to stretch a dollar. It was a great day! I'm grateful to have such genuine women to call my friends. They are such good examples to me, they help me be a better person and they make me laugh. I am looking forward to our next adventure in treasure hunting, but until then I am planning to return there, when the owner is home, and thank him for trusting us and allowing our day to not be ruined.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605613318473832994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJbhZ3pN1o2cnMQ5c9pmRyoC8_QVPD-R4rUlHIb9YwxyDYeZth4Bhwv3upnwymmqtZ4kkAX4sLRZxF6495hWI5Yl4RJv2Q-VMQhnrGrQTjDiP1ryd8LVrOVh2fhuslBSy4YSfoJYnMAMyp/s400/treasures.jpg" /> Here are the treasures I came home with. I love the "For Good Results We Feed MoorMan's" sign. It's actually an old livestock feed brand:) </div><br /><div align="center">"I'm proud to say I love this place...Good ole' small town USA".<br /><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-75206991896599314952011-04-27T11:21:00.000-07:002011-04-27T13:36:06.010-07:00Prom, Easter and Worm Hunting<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600332177809588754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaShC0AjIMH46xVOiOqAL47RQ74phL1MztHY_K47oty7HUDpD0PsU61bYwhzRc7yI8fY9LnxCcV_0Vwj_MGZzIoGVnFFKpi_U-cuf7BBNktiFd-VYnwOR33e9JYQOyLCRnEbsLaU5v3ii/s400/Annelie+%2526+Robert.jpg" /> April is here and almost gone. It seems like the older I get the faster time goes by. While shopping for Annelie'a prom dress I realized we would only do this one more time. The next important dress we will shop for will be her wedding gown. Wow... I hope that shopping trip is a waaays down the road! I could go into detail about my feelings about it all but then I'll start crying...again so I'll just say that I'm living in the moment as much as I can & enjoying everything as much as I can. I enjoyed being on the jr. class prom committee. It all turned out really nice & sadly I didn't take one picture:( I know...what the heck was I thinking? <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600332170345072546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinjl5MDOW4VzQrrFeIguk97G-URZGLVrdS_P_WdjONiHvrBLDVCllQe4mGNjhBKliqr9OY0d-XEGISSV8Z89cqFvcAa_nypvmfpa-zQGP0NzqjqFn38oiT82oNG3tgtFK-eGEY3OfpOS3H/s400/seth+%2526+trenton.jpg" /> Sunday was Easter and the wind blew right on schedule but at least it didn't snow. That's been known to happen. This year grandma threw the kids a curve ball & hid all the eggs & candy at my house before anyone showed up for the Easter dinner at her house.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600332158730650658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrRqIDRr7AuvWbhuTZTIZZQuVfpKo4kUVGVwyFDWHWz_82WcIomJAOjlL-6nsz94QKX9FYktE5aj1bvzb9zlpu8QQEXmnNXDtem2vXPnWawMBWYRWNHsXGRAjIEJutpWJvbU-sgO__xFbC/s400/grandma.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600332156732933538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkha1MVLYswPNifsfu9uXPFm2xM2kun5r8plFaJVk7udhH4qudbW7xbSolwezX7m9QT43IW_3ykc5pSrHum1nXO9OjnF5LRc3yfPrWA0qzy2eKtYbQycFk2orC8zNa_tj1FhtJfbzQRgl/s400/Gale+%2526+Lacy.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600331567794621314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMv7OC2YYzewjVWwrpuD_72sy4eSuricf-qIQSUShpkXi1yVy4sQ8vHJR-ScNkHlVgTWuhZ1V3dFASIs1IWFfl6Ax4gJyCV_mOwxU1bxSsLOc9DrsPoPiu8RqhyPuPwuZVK4Lk0EzI_4z/s400/Lacy+%2526+Alicia.jpg" />These pictures make me wish my rock patio was finished...ahh....someday:)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600331560624044578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhynbcHl2i9uXYILUOU5YGslkjcelpEuCJK2j3-oaVAvS83tG00GD7duhFjDwoYGSjciC-qKhf8psPENojcswaF7ZvFg2RrB83LxhGqwWlkamWlXJJODm9pwHBRCoN6EFyLAnGYkPIVrjIl/s400/easter+egg+hunt.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600358771280415586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI8rBatEW6Wsemn5SsNdpb867UCBmr5mSk9JLCIm-SMq-4hAA_SW75c8uwl68JHHg1RDzwfd8ek0QIRUn-hdrN8bG-KoIOnXfT_CsercNWL2-1NNr3SQkmPm1UqMrtd-2232MtVZWNcuU8/s400/Lydia.jpg" />After the candy was hunted & all the kids "cashed in", we put everyone to work hunting the night crawlers that have taken over the back lawn. A couple of years ago Derron came home from a fishing trip with left over night crawlers & put them in the back flower bed. Well...they have multiplied & replenished & are ruining the back yard! We researched what to do & found that if you pour soapy water on the grass, the worms will come up. It was a big hit! Everyone joined in & we caught a lot of night crawlers!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600331543997985906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5X0p3owO4taG3ZVRaCkudkAe0QU1pQHGWR9Mg2afuX-ER0266gg-RMoHxUJ7zfeMhac3syap9pkQA9NEnTIVyHlku4XTmt8LtM6Dnvfl7eiJ7STGBE-v8MrFtBHOZ1Az3y4To7DFnfo5G/s400/katy+%2526+worm.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 384px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600331533780193698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTb4qNTyscvNP-m39-soO_tHf2QXqdrcx7L2m9etphoGPqNsV9SCzr5JXbP7KTKjDqcJ8XxPVljbMFdFhHHNph2l4jpi2T9ngv8Z99y8cQTYQSTpeLrN389IpPWwx-DILrRjMNMjFMmoje/s400/bucket+o+worms.jpg" />Anyone going fishing? We have all the night crawlers you need...we'll even furnish the soap.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-76224466380702514332011-03-29T11:22:00.000-07:002011-03-30T10:05:16.759-07:00Featuring my daughter...the writer.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciYYQDADGyiQslaupMcnjHQbmWwN8M8HkKTi9laggAzgk2gCmB6TNd6inDMU8uTZD-yq8he2ERrJ6uYzjoOQehz29Mznv79_ZWdz83-45QaTuEKoXvuvRMa56CJDnGKMSocQMQhajGMxg/s1600/Blogbutton%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589569771526727794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjciYYQDADGyiQslaupMcnjHQbmWwN8M8HkKTi9laggAzgk2gCmB6TNd6inDMU8uTZD-yq8he2ERrJ6uYzjoOQehz29Mznv79_ZWdz83-45QaTuEKoXvuvRMa56CJDnGKMSocQMQhajGMxg/s400/Blogbutton%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center">My daughter is a great writer...I love reading her blog...it makes me laugh...it makes me cry. Just thought I would feature her here today. Click on over to</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://dollyink.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-size:180%;">Dolly Ink</span></a>,</div><br /><div align="center">you'll be glad you did:)</div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-71858984918951934272011-03-29T10:43:00.000-07:002011-03-29T11:08:51.293-07:00Founder's Day 2011<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrhaKRiAU4kDtozfI3MdQq3gupD_09SEhSWNIZ7lgQoqKdwGn3shvGoto4Wkja9dGVigKK1nwxqlw3Z3WZNc9xc5JVDygQXeNeeC-bOBjpNOB6I2i_k0uMG7IBvGqI3zQzehx3D0DquN8/s1600/jay+with+bagpipes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560537846451954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbrhaKRiAU4kDtozfI3MdQq3gupD_09SEhSWNIZ7lgQoqKdwGn3shvGoto4Wkja9dGVigKK1nwxqlw3Z3WZNc9xc5JVDygQXeNeeC-bOBjpNOB6I2i_k0uMG7IBvGqI3zQzehx3D0DquN8/s400/jay+with+bagpipes.JPG" /></a> I always look forward to Founder's Day. I love that Ivin Lee wakes us all up at the crack of dawn with his anvil blast. I love that we expect the wind to blow & when it doesn't we are all pleasantly surprised. I love that the streets are lined with our American flags put there by the local boyscouts and their leaders. I love that there are more than a dozen tracors in the parade. Yes, we are proud of our tractors. The parade this year was the longest of any that I can remember. It was great! JD & Deanne Smith did a great job. We had everything from a boat being pulled by...you guessed it, a tractor to a bathtub & chicken coop with actual chickens rolling down main street. It was a great parade in true Joe City style:) Here are just a few of the entries. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uiJw_feaur3jx1ln5G14COXXg-C1RvPq9BVHB4aE0_bjQ254d54qp4AX-MHxP-rHy3SjeAFcxtBqq14AjE-S5cDKsSrkthdccM820dYoOK_SLoWVKkPSOyqEkFB9rlxNQ1qrcDb__uhL/s1600/train.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560531693762002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6uiJw_feaur3jx1ln5G14COXXg-C1RvPq9BVHB4aE0_bjQ254d54qp4AX-MHxP-rHy3SjeAFcxtBqq14AjE-S5cDKsSrkthdccM820dYoOK_SLoWVKkPSOyqEkFB9rlxNQ1qrcDb__uhL/s400/train.JPG" /></a>The Local Highschool Principal...Mr. Fields. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2BaTVW72W8jhzC9yBCjxtfWKA8Nj0XXKpPAhc1bJXPvw06g8T5u-yho1juRGiI5ACZ3-htgXOCA1nf37h-s9Jtrw7F9HDK7yvaqtT-HHts_Vdv8BCDXIFoQJhCBG_J_Im2CT9V1bKcPc/s1600/native+dancers.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560171129843570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2BaTVW72W8jhzC9yBCjxtfWKA8Nj0XXKpPAhc1bJXPvw06g8T5u-yho1juRGiI5ACZ3-htgXOCA1nf37h-s9Jtrw7F9HDK7yvaqtT-HHts_Vdv8BCDXIFoQJhCBG_J_Im2CT9V1bKcPc/s400/native+dancers.JPG" /></a>I always love to watch the native dancers. Something about that drum beat. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-R2Q9vSOu9xYKr7Xjjclie7DsCDGobWCKrjBlTU31EK3QFXQv7nHc4vC9PsrueXMYqYB7uzTDcAnTkVNKqEgQuv6BTXm0TH9GjSDKeQd_8HsviQfKX5aODEdE6IgONNgWN8LpNKwKWFu/s1600/laura+%2526+allison.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560164429226690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT-R2Q9vSOu9xYKr7Xjjclie7DsCDGobWCKrjBlTU31EK3QFXQv7nHc4vC9PsrueXMYqYB7uzTDcAnTkVNKqEgQuv6BTXm0TH9GjSDKeQd_8HsviQfKX5aODEdE6IgONNgWN8LpNKwKWFu/s400/laura+%2526+allison.JPG" /></a> I had to post this tractor...these are two of my young women...real Joe City girls! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DGngUgcM4l19UzS_V9c82dGVxaQtqQt2rCmjPZNrB7dwZcu6IPc0kHLVyg5HsA4zx0u53x5-Q6I18FGT8M120qZI5SEIx1Y8Uu9xLvk0kFKbBfypd4SrI3kaYGB06wmunKWembXLh3tU/s1600/the+boat.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560152685084946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3DGngUgcM4l19UzS_V9c82dGVxaQtqQt2rCmjPZNrB7dwZcu6IPc0kHLVyg5HsA4zx0u53x5-Q6I18FGT8M120qZI5SEIx1Y8Uu9xLvk0kFKbBfypd4SrI3kaYGB06wmunKWembXLh3tU/s400/the+boat.JPG" /></a> There's my son Nic "skiing" behind the boat. Annelie & Seth were in the boat throwing candy, with Uncle Brad driving the tractor. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCZDsD7dVqvaRfkhQK07Tpay5bNmN0kUq1mbdCvQZTvi5nSxnIlpCqSAV8KkswftTB_BYh8IjbzcNZW3cQpfl6WkQqmGMXNWiVxEixFhBayy3PufZ4BE39jSPhKEVPHVaWUURcgy5Ch96/s1600/chicken+coop.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560144441814546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxCZDsD7dVqvaRfkhQK07Tpay5bNmN0kUq1mbdCvQZTvi5nSxnIlpCqSAV8KkswftTB_BYh8IjbzcNZW3cQpfl6WkQqmGMXNWiVxEixFhBayy3PufZ4BE39jSPhKEVPHVaWUURcgy5Ch96/s400/chicken+coop.JPG" /></a> You thought I was kidding right? <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mB_ZhlWh1lTR0EmEnK3uHr9ZwpM0UqU3DUdyFx2LxsNrHnxxnTu1uYaVtfdGsizwWCRDhcGWVAfmL91prDATKOeYiumocYjVxPkDijHgB50nhAMF39sIeWXJ5OfSvG2irABjyOt4QAU7/s1600/sam+johnstun.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589560137270146722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8mB_ZhlWh1lTR0EmEnK3uHr9ZwpM0UqU3DUdyFx2LxsNrHnxxnTu1uYaVtfdGsizwWCRDhcGWVAfmL91prDATKOeYiumocYjVxPkDijHgB50nhAMF39sIeWXJ5OfSvG2irABjyOt4QAU7/s400/sam+johnstun.JPG" /></a>Here they are...JD & Deanne. Love the red long johns:) <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVDorSQFEAEr3FxJmklG8QehoA2LMBs8QNHJh3Y5xBCjop3ku33rdc-9nOCAJAnzROhUPTKfawWaWeW5VshAnAHQbt2UKVFHHRRLGmvbgB1uQitlvQM34A3APeTxXr_qZnqu7x6VWKDei/s1600/jd+%2526+deanne.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589559594211667586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghVDorSQFEAEr3FxJmklG8QehoA2LMBs8QNHJh3Y5xBCjop3ku33rdc-9nOCAJAnzROhUPTKfawWaWeW5VshAnAHQbt2UKVFHHRRLGmvbgB1uQitlvQM34A3APeTxXr_qZnqu7x6VWKDei/s400/jd+%2526+deanne.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmBV6lyPyJSoRly5HbAYetk6J5CLhzJo4jbmNIpzKJYEJAl1zSszDwQXGU75i_bouiI4leEXFiDEONCTuRbJYo2B7IA-uEiMHvQlz5q6OWud7WUkvfg0qaiD_yAqgROlrqMA-Qf53GrhJ/s1600/kids+%2526+watermelons.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589559593293909058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirmBV6lyPyJSoRly5HbAYetk6J5CLhzJo4jbmNIpzKJYEJAl1zSszDwQXGU75i_bouiI4leEXFiDEONCTuRbJYo2B7IA-uEiMHvQlz5q6OWud7WUkvfg0qaiD_yAqgROlrqMA-Qf53GrhJ/s400/kids+%2526+watermelons.jpg" /></a> I couldn't agree more! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaBUuCib8PPQr3TkEU5h8ynvJ_TVEBtOjznD7BqqkpKLhhbhnFaG_kYQsnd19na70MU7GIBPzvQclAa38b2GVeBUMnfn11gtIV49kw3gGVZwWjf9nRP9ZyPrWO5BVNuSsWv8halyzFBAL/s1600/jacob+fields+edited.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589559577524047810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigaBUuCib8PPQr3TkEU5h8ynvJ_TVEBtOjznD7BqqkpKLhhbhnFaG_kYQsnd19na70MU7GIBPzvQclAa38b2GVeBUMnfn11gtIV49kw3gGVZwWjf9nRP9ZyPrWO5BVNuSsWv8halyzFBAL/s400/jacob+fields+edited.jpg" /></a> Jacob Fields demonstrating that, yes, you can saddle up a back hoe. <br /><div>The Baird's did a great job representing all of us John McLaws descendants...I still can't believe that car runs!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEk35oLmeN7ezQtwDmMeOoYTcF1nGpRT9XzcU5PhjV20AgMKmrWC29ZsVIr4IpbXdFVpCJSSa_ySxly_seLR87TXwfVJWFhqTpDMPy1EwBNDt80CQ0EA_kLL7mZB8x32Auv4AeWWhXktc/s1600/bairds+edited.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589559572646058754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEk35oLmeN7ezQtwDmMeOoYTcF1nGpRT9XzcU5PhjV20AgMKmrWC29ZsVIr4IpbXdFVpCJSSa_ySxly_seLR87TXwfVJWFhqTpDMPy1EwBNDt80CQ0EA_kLL7mZB8x32Auv4AeWWhXktc/s400/bairds+edited.jpg" /></a> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL1e5F-KYhMTdnVuYgYBgCoGAPy0MMhtWjRqCDDeGghtxPcrshrQJjS5VgGAp_DgPZtDITtsfp2OlQ2orlz7QxYF1qG8JXpIHDJWYcvkbtNKhPwneuRrLHGh9Qslxc6UX56Nyz9SAy1Ai/s1600/the+kids.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589559567807415010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwL1e5F-KYhMTdnVuYgYBgCoGAPy0MMhtWjRqCDDeGghtxPcrshrQJjS5VgGAp_DgPZtDITtsfp2OlQ2orlz7QxYF1qG8JXpIHDJWYcvkbtNKhPwneuRrLHGh9Qslxc6UX56Nyz9SAy1Ai/s400/the+kids.JPG" /></a>Here are my three Joe City kids. "Joe City born, Joe city Bred" </div><br /><div>It was another great Founder's day...thanks to all those responsible:) <br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-77622200031206783662011-03-17T12:16:00.000-07:002011-03-17T17:48:30.102-07:00aaah....memories!<div align="center">So I'm finally getting around to doing some blogging...I've had a whirlwind couple of weeks & I'm coming up for air! Between my kids, my church calling, community obligations & being a landlady, my last several weeks have been booked solid...nobody call me for a couple of days... PLEASE! And as soon as I say that....I just got home from my kids parent teacher conferences aaaaand....now I'm on the Prom committee (my daughter is a Jr. this year, AAAH!) and I'm on the 8th grade graduation party committee (my son is graduating from 8th grade in May, double AAAH!) More memories right? Yes & I wouldn't want to miss any of it, although I do wish all these things were spread out a little & not all at once!</div><div align="center">Here are a few memories I've made in the last few weeks.... <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585202792910926338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjItcAjwJq1j095SMO1xhaX0oDHYgAedebuYtF7Stt7lA6W6CU_W8PYRy2SR4djDUr3e3Mv_7S6bf77v3dti8IhKgJikWmI-0yAeUsscAAunSchNmWapsioGykOhJYXI5xeRvfiKBFAIg5S/s400/juniors+lip+synch+2011.jpg" />When the Lip Sync contest rolls around each year both my kids classes vote me in to come up with their song & choreograph them. I'm glad they do...I have so much fun with it. My daughter's class lip synced & danced to "We Go Together" from Grease (it totally fits her class...a bunch of fun & krazy over achievers!) My son's class performed to Joan Jett's "I Love Rock & Roll" ( a personal favorite of mine & totally fits his class... a bunch of kids who are too cool for school).<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585202788032734066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEw-foj3ytZEWxHaNGfizF3dHyg55YeKEW7_-753MNzj2Zasg9jk2bljbpUJK8TSEDwoyUehNM_TQT2UcXfiR4zMVAq5jtoZFr8JK6Xl0Ig44vvLYl5VyTzVkwhXDAhWPc_3paEyDftuec/s400/8th+grade+lip+synch+2011.jpg" />I was on the BYU Ballet committee. I was in charge of ticket sales, which completely sold out a week before the show...my phone has never rang so much! People were trying like <span style="font-size:180%;">crazy</span> to get tickets...it pretty much took over my life for a while. The ballet was a real success...it was all about princess's & fairies. All the girls were encouraged to dress up like a princess...there was a princess party before the show for all the little girls to meet the ballerina's who were in their costumes...soooo cute. During intermission all the little girls were invited up on the stage to dance with the ballerina's. This picture doesn't even do justice to how adorable it was... all those little girls twirling around the stage. (In this photo I highlighted my niece Lacy)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKDpztkoodqGSwexxKjPcfRLC1yW5JCrBwADGqW9f7t1gK1O68STf3n5VBPHQBXE8QoO_0nrHMxt9JAC0WrKhS5jNPtq9vG3zAFbRrmT5ZUtlVYRGA3rPTwphyphenhyphenl4vWWHhCqfyNNZEDom7/s1600/the+ballet.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585202787047946498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbKDpztkoodqGSwexxKjPcfRLC1yW5JCrBwADGqW9f7t1gK1O68STf3n5VBPHQBXE8QoO_0nrHMxt9JAC0WrKhS5jNPtq9vG3zAFbRrmT5ZUtlVYRGA3rPTwphyphenhyphenl4vWWHhCqfyNNZEDom7/s400/the+ballet.jpg" /></a> "New Beginnings" </div><div align="center">with my Young Women was last week. We created our own Mormon Ad a couple of weeks ago and this was our theme. My girls are so creative & I love working with them... they're great! I do however have plans to redo the photo. I have chosen a more open road for the spot & not all my girls were able to make it to this shoot & I want them all to be in it sooooo...we will be having re-takes.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhEXmHwKeVk__ViaP1NtAQYmcxJgFoYphgpol35N1FxxW-XjfBIl9G1Iu4h5o8mXNBSVVm9YTL6YxUVf6Gw77Wvi2_cuQVWSoOO7YM9qe_VxrTMVDErC2QudtEEgJdl1jQiJQFIMZA5ld/s1600/I%2527m+with+the+band+watermark.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 362px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585196053681599874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRhEXmHwKeVk__ViaP1NtAQYmcxJgFoYphgpol35N1FxxW-XjfBIl9G1Iu4h5o8mXNBSVVm9YTL6YxUVf6Gw77Wvi2_cuQVWSoOO7YM9qe_VxrTMVDErC2QudtEEgJdl1jQiJQFIMZA5ld/s400/I%2527m+with+the+band+watermark.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div></div></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-91275549947827129212011-02-18T09:26:00.000-08:002011-02-18T10:15:49.212-08:00I see city people...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji767OyX0Y0J9oCFIvJpqqRremsPl9QYQDZJlzhXWsQQoNi0edfTo-I2rdc6RJTmlmHEYnRfGpVUO_bmikv3voQoqNxbm5Yax_kYUitVosGBNV4QKZ1x24_Hr84QsOGU0w0Yu9_7QE7R0/s1600/work+like+hell+picnik.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575083215764760978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiji767OyX0Y0J9oCFIvJpqqRremsPl9QYQDZJlzhXWsQQoNi0edfTo-I2rdc6RJTmlmHEYnRfGpVUO_bmikv3voQoqNxbm5Yax_kYUitVosGBNV4QKZ1x24_Hr84QsOGU0w0Yu9_7QE7R0/s400/work+like+hell+picnik.jpg" /></a> In the musical Li'l Abner there's a scene when the local country girls from "Dogpatch", realize they're going to the big city & they say with such excitement..."We're goin' to get city-fied!" I've always liked that line & I say it to myself everytime I go to the city to get "city-fied".....<br />which I did last weekend. I love going there to visit my brothers & sister & their families:)<br />I had a great time with them & I love them all soooo much!<br />Myself & three of my sisters-in-law spent a day walking around downtown Mesa shopping & browsing & having a great time. I love stuff like this! What's so interesting to me though is the way I feel about myself in these situations. As soon as I park my truck & walk into the first shop, I look around & I quickly become so self conscious. I am a clean, well groomed woman but when I get in that environment I feel like the last hick that rolled in on a covered wagon! I start worrying about my choice of clothing & whether or not my "roots need done" (<span style="font-size:78%;">love Steel Magnolias</span>), & my hands! I have working hands and Yes...I do my own nails! I never really worry about these things at home...it's just different, I don't know how else to explain it other than to use this example...This morning I took my teenaged son to school early, so I could visit with one of his teachers, I felt completely comfortable walking into the school with him, still dressed in my walking clothes, white socks with my black crocs, no make-up & yesterdays hair... nobody batted an eye..."hey Cat, how's it going?" is all I heard. Oh I forgot...the track coach did ask if the track team could stop by my house for a drink during their run after school today.<br />"Sure thing...the hose is always on!"<br /><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-31507894342012380692011-01-29T15:18:00.000-08:002011-01-29T15:38:21.086-08:00Dating Etiquette Dinner...not "eat a cat".<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19OitXoemUJ1VZZbVldjmIvKOJnfTAq-QpxRxtjjxSw7s-I2DZnMCSG5tuzEUg3qLg11Kp9JqIXBF96CZrUrvhMlvx3bv9i7jQJh1OBdJd_asm3WJbyG0Cfwrwqdiz5ts_hqAwP0B5TIp/s1600/etiquette+dinner+table+set.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567752234808175842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh19OitXoemUJ1VZZbVldjmIvKOJnfTAq-QpxRxtjjxSw7s-I2DZnMCSG5tuzEUg3qLg11Kp9JqIXBF96CZrUrvhMlvx3bv9i7jQJh1OBdJd_asm3WJbyG0Cfwrwqdiz5ts_hqAwP0B5TIp/s400/etiquette+dinner+table+set.jpg" /></a> The table was set & ready for an important event...dating etiquette. It's sad but true...teenagers need to be reminded of what a <strong>REAL</strong> date is. So my Laurels, <span style="font-size:85%;">(that's them below...aren't they gorgeous?)</span> invited a young men's group from Winslow to come over to Joe City for a dinner <span style="font-size:85%;">(which consisted of several different varieties of cold cereal)</span> & some dating instruction Joe City style!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r8lJIpxY5XBwRKafzf3W_MjiDwDuLMec0naepyKOAnoiZOwwpNQLUtUfleWonH5JWo6gklDRsm8hIJoyjdIgeX5hnbT5MO5mgLzKnQixV3ddv3bWBsetqPIXWuZpIAhUFxBGart4QkyM/s1600/girls+at+the+table.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567752228781688370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3r8lJIpxY5XBwRKafzf3W_MjiDwDuLMec0naepyKOAnoiZOwwpNQLUtUfleWonH5JWo6gklDRsm8hIJoyjdIgeX5hnbT5MO5mgLzKnQixV3ddv3bWBsetqPIXWuZpIAhUFxBGart4QkyM/s400/girls+at+the+table.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbCVniWHfloKQENhmxhzQ5gRzqynO7K2C3Kxvasic-gxwP7CLBB3beM12qIHA3PrxAlpLR7sX6GMbmEKAo9C5gcxMFqyWrllYUr73dYfFO5qz2w63S2qVRq3dkIMUeUlw0wLPd-y-uTBz/s1600/annellie%252Creese%252Ckayla.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567752227729025922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicbCVniWHfloKQENhmxhzQ5gRzqynO7K2C3Kxvasic-gxwP7CLBB3beM12qIHA3PrxAlpLR7sX6GMbmEKAo9C5gcxMFqyWrllYUr73dYfFO5qz2w63S2qVRq3dkIMUeUlw0wLPd-y-uTBz/s400/annellie%252Creese%252Ckayla.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751911389273202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdZa_u7_KGC9Sq_SlmopaSCgODORQGpUqIGxJ_GoRpCmwXWyLQta2skpnGHRFepUQXBAFjap1So3tlgthfzVIP7DWn5ys5Kw6f3kcN96YbiRAk0HxGwohGNYEeTELUFf-C6dwPW9DPQkaX/s320/seth%252Cdeidra%252Cjessica.jpg" /><br /><div align="center">Let me introduce to the dating GURU...Jason. If you've got a question about dating, I'm certain he's got an answer for you.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751909545919634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDuX56hQ-oXePmH4a3meL2irmXeoymVjBnAnONsT9eoEOURvYCOUwMmPG8z8KcsoRhSUVodDJrDeu5vIM7qzXlYr2a3qtSwn4aZ_Ossq18ThK4hHXwv24b_KqkRoW_TbN2ScowXZGI5L9V/s320/jason+close+up.jpg" /><br />Here he demonstrated some DONT'S. I believe this was something about the way you dress & remembering to wear shoes...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751902538530594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj27H_30_Bj8zM8JUykYp4kJiNfNkO61IEIBdwGWMEexQO9y9FlcqQWE0Xtl9BxMm2YnwUw2-3dUx710rk1kcvbuU67CJsQ9FcDa1zO0fhg4VEwdAolvwqYrMkJ5zhO5SykPhZ98qhqXliL/s320/jacob+fields.jpg" /><br />I believe this next one was an example on hygiene & a good haircut...very important.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751898187485666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRiXFtUicqlhxvtLnLOjAx5ylGEPOh07klETTgUolwvjLvGEzTmG13Lr69s7igPDdJ7mqoFhz5FRRDOoI0TXpayopIcOWiSEJtbU-vUb7HRuqS5R874A5_BY3QU_MNLoxvA1Es1k5bpBJA/s320/lance+mosier.jpg" /><br /></div><div><div><br />Finally a good example...clean cut cowboy...that's always good!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567751897358894306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMjfSgtV7PJuD641BpOUATw186nKOXoDpMjdGGZBT0xqnUYLVnKj1dhd8mkZdljTIPRrvDmJRH_eWkxSb0pICuSkzJdLwAOfOMVGD4-FL34JRfYZYEjl4AlK1q3Xo1PvyR1YM5s5dEcsI/s320/tyson+smith.jpg" />It was a succesful activity. We laughed hard, ate lots of cold cereal & learned that what you eat for lunch can be a very important factor on your date later that evening.<br /></div></div></div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-90183905833050630072011-01-07T11:28:00.000-08:002011-01-07T12:05:53.594-08:00ahh...recess!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Mppp9CEcSmYyYrVtuCRarav8wHPx68gyEt1hrhNcNW9Euc9r1BviyA7jDjz4Ue2qV2zIK3YJUfI4IDmfCLS76vCRe2nMj3YF6GBx1heLMtZFLLOZZAxEivDNDjFKa1Ay5agN5f4tI3OB/s1600/seth+silly+face.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 316px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559533587562884210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Mppp9CEcSmYyYrVtuCRarav8wHPx68gyEt1hrhNcNW9Euc9r1BviyA7jDjz4Ue2qV2zIK3YJUfI4IDmfCLS76vCRe2nMj3YF6GBx1heLMtZFLLOZZAxEivDNDjFKa1Ay5agN5f4tI3OB/s320/seth+silly+face.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559529255246944786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfgznWVp_VWtmbM3xjvuXKU945WhyCsuE6MpONfqMAr-CH3bnYOEmVeOoUOP9j3sueaX1MN_m7od1hlBksPY4BiSxdI9a8q6klqyKvzMRuc3m06ra2zqlsxCX_CL_Q8nKWrDKNCB4J2h3l/s320/lacy+with+monkey.jpg" />So after a fun & very busy Christmas break...School is back in session! I grabbed my camera when we went out to recess the other day. The light was perfect & I felt liking "playing" too. These two are the best subjects...they're cute as can be & they always have a smile on their face, well Lacy smiles...Seth usually has some goofy face, but hey...that's how he rolls! </div><br /><div align="center">Recess for us usually involves throwing the ball for Trance (he's fabulous at playing fetch...they are so thrilled when he brings the ball back <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">every time</span>), walking across the back field to pet the neighbors goats, jumping on the trampoline & right now, playing in the snow that STILL hasn't melted.<br /><br /><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559529248762302434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTNp1UXRm7tCylEjfOGHEI-2KTAjWaCRt_FDZWHLYA0DH2ajqM64LNJLTjSzj-eP5uOYd5DAe0JxgD4NLdEYVwP_uf9HTQqnuE5RRsQ3n9PrJL-I1V0mJU0xOwAcv3D5Cb4YxEg6IW8RT/s320/lacy+close+up.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559529246673770914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN36XlDar9_YCHy8dOjkzLtRgWR8UuEm5CQgyJGDqcVSoqrt_q17vVNtAAs6yR80Z2MyfeXjZr2QTIukzKRmOtgUGojNgk-Vs9mtn2mrdZzlkGa-AKj7L9qOLnGyTANT7RgwEVDelJ3EEM/s320/seth+%2526+lacy+3.jpg" />See what I mean...Goofy face & a pretty smile.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559529242230621090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgREbadcMCO8_rrpIc5Vbsxvw6Y5dRnR-RjQ7gQHP8wQ7VMmPyeV9gynV3GlZ-5riUY4QkQDk5eFtsdQSzlrVVj2fliaOpS0A5hMjZqATC2b4spFWkZUuvP9LuT_6zH_1kIFuRq-dX4UfGe/s320/lacy+3.jpg" />Seth & I were having a conversation yesterday...I was asking him if he was scared to go to the big school when he turns "5"...he said "no". I'm going to take it as a compliment that I'm preparing him well for kindergarten & not that my baby boy isn't going to miss his Mommy:(</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Got some fun news today...</div><div align="center"><a href="http://lollyjaneboutique.blogspot.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">LollyJane</span> Boutique</a> (from my "When I need some Inspiration" list).</div><div align="center">has featured my "Cat's Creations" blog ...<a href="http://cat-catscreations.blogspot.com/"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Clella</span> Belle's Beads</a>. <br /> Thank You so much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">LollyJane</span>! </div><div align="center">Click on over & check them out...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">lot's</span> of fun!</div><div align="center"> </div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-14783545811285716242010-12-30T14:46:00.000-08:002010-12-30T15:13:23.095-08:00ahh...Christmas Memories<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556611798056345602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2BqV45am7tTOZP7chf0xgCBoLTR_uJZSGOnvFcKC38wondYRfijexpzQbcu53g1zlnTLN4IZikkakSsch0-uhbP85aaY5CZie1RZJK_ACpFSLZm9RC0bNS8h3Jj1iot7hAzPgXtRn9epD/s320/seth+on+Christmas+morning.jpg" /> His face says it all...."He came!" Yes Santa found us & I hope he found all of you. What a Christmas it was....lots of hustle & bustle!<br /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612504000508802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitxNKbw4EuPfMFUfGCoTC7DVQ7ybpCG2GcyOGIJKDxEfHG5oi2d_lUCV_HnB_GyTZ-XnL5bsAjOOGzJ5aN5bg04FnNxVKjX_Uzc-JPFEzEgx4ryUoI7Se57zBnp-NGfl1jNWuCCQOr2hLt/s320/seth+%2526+fire+truck.jpg" />There was the visit with Santa at the firehouse.<br />This is as close to Santa as Seth wanted to get.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612500267236306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu850I2IyuXT51apuI9rcEYlUm0FIaksgUNmr6iVdKPaIutOMNlj_O2qMyVjX9MtSEmhY_7kGKPRNZK2V0F2EFXjRLdZR02hknZT5VOfoG4i_2EWoE7uq_msOF_0cYNL753qxR7pp5DTjO/s320/Seth+with+Santa+.jpg" />Of course we hosted the annual Christmas sing-a-long.<br /><div>All who could play, & even those who couldn't, took a turn at the piano while Julie & Seth played the bells.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556611806281988690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0QeqFm5iBlXs9XNdofJ9BHqf8-C6DOU3baaNsB_Kk2sAvLwt-A-p0HZtw_ScMFCRckZl382i2vnOTLmze9RMkj-6AE4PWpP4z5IUzG76sRtEaezp6DLvSsnSQQJht5HJXsZkHxwkskxuA/s320/julie%252C+steven+%2526+seth+at+the+singalong.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556612495299167602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1_fSxz4oW9luLE01G_J0PqdVPNoCpa5MYECEcXfHv-Z3-t4L9i4hmUD5f8iMpjcU2tO1RRqlpj0V9R83GobWSFv4Mv3W2_o62yb0Uc7jLdDdfnYVuGLb-qIZzX09X5dhSBtz8xdrIOHVA/s320/seth+%2526+steven.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556611816734698802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXut89rFa05FF7wjsU4vqr10_lrvsu1XjEhCSLTCEHMXkjMYkeryEXR8xzL90FHl-4crXtU0D8Jm1T_Ca1DNdt88uAxyBsuTsn53tSTZE4WlbMaNyA5C6IZ3mhEfbbwdOz1tTxXTsll-qJ/s320/seth+at+the+piano.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556611811636945554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjYRDDPIpXy0MEs9D_7w2FUaxOVSj3SqTZRbDrh5zwv4H8PmaaXPsuCgMnXZOVtT-13rXQ-qP5v65rLQ0iLHe1BnCLL8Az0Av2rtBVZX_5TytwGtOC3HD_EsDJQbHALnsBkWJhebmM308/s320/derron+in+santa+hat.jpg" />The lighting of the luminaries on Christmas Eve down main street, the Christmas breakfast & later Christmas dinner, "fajitas & pinatas by the ton." <div>We enjoyed it all. We love Christmas around here & we celebrate it to '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">enth</span> degree! <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556611800473719714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJFeIUGzHH2ClSBnS8hs1mcrTL9i1dyvlHK536GNktJr1-7cQFutf6cssp-s6SoKqYqgKrFpY-_E2I-DhpiNqYOTyg-AXnZxMjXd_GuN2B2vnZnCCoQZxjNn3VnMNX4YeRCYS1YACC2qWM/s320/the+lamp.jpg" /></div></div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-86472190481156053492010-12-18T07:43:00.000-08:002010-12-19T20:04:29.280-08:00Hansen Family Christmas Letter 2010<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9u5_hpqcXmjGLyrzIHf8sS5DhLGcl8M5tbRLSOkH470XZIe7j5bXUMXBT_ZS9Smecy3bKTBSde_8hckBoUXn0mIEVMOg_DCLI2ZtyzlT2dCUFmRACQu7DLrQ_lG7XQk53z-g-mrKelBE/s1600/Christmas+collage+2010+to+print.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552049355159620978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr9u5_hpqcXmjGLyrzIHf8sS5DhLGcl8M5tbRLSOkH470XZIe7j5bXUMXBT_ZS9Smecy3bKTBSde_8hckBoUXn0mIEVMOg_DCLI2ZtyzlT2dCUFmRACQu7DLrQ_lG7XQk53z-g-mrKelBE/s320/Christmas+collage+2010+to+print.jpg" /></a><br />"...maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. </div><div align="center">Maybe Christmas, perhaps, </div><div align="center">means a little bit more."<span style="font-size:78%;"> Dr. Suess<br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>H</strong></span>ow many times can I do this? At least one more!</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>A</strong></span>nnelie enjoys being a licensed driver and dates? There's always some boy at the door.</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>N</strong></span>iclaas has started basketball...it surely is his bliss.</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>S</strong></span>eth is learning so much from pre-school...Kindergarten teachers are you ready for this?</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>E</strong></span>ating up my time these days? The list is way too long. Between teaching pre-school, the Young Women, the kids & husband, I'm keeping up with my "heavenly throng".</div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>N</strong></span>ow it's Derron's turn, both ends of the candle he will burn...he works so hard for our family, we all support him happily! If it's a bow hunter you want to be, it's his archery shop you'll want to see! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We want to wish everyone a</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"> Merry Christmas!</span></div><div align="center"> Our lives are blessed with your love & friendship.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The Hansen's</div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-90735011047659316462010-12-09T10:48:00.000-08:002010-12-09T12:12:09.729-08:00"These are a few of my favorite things"<div align="center">I bet you're all singing the song in your head now...I know I am. Who doesn't love that song? Since the day before Thanksgiving I have been filling the house with all my favorite Christmas music. Julie Andrews' "My favorite Things" happens to be on one of my CD's...Annelie was listening & asked "Why is this song on a Christmas CD?" The conversation got me thinking of some of </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>my favorite</em> <em>things....</em></span></div><div align="center">*early morning walks...(<span style="font-size:85%;">or as Mike calls them</span> "<span style="font-family:times new roman;">death march at dawn</span>")</div><div align="center">*a GOOD diet coke with crushed ice</div><div align="center">*decorating...for anything</div><div align="center">*a great Suns game (<span style="font-size:85%;">which as of late are few & far between</span>)</div><div align="center">*mowing lawns</div><div align="center">*scottish terriers</div><div align="center">*listening to Elvis, when I'm alone & can sing out loud </div><div align="center">*my husband's mood when it snows (<span style="font-size:85%;">he thinks it's romantic</span>)</div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548761940376128610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLgCkC58yLL6qFnhm33Ld6udGJKTBLASYaZ6JArrOL03B9ikNMlsM10LG7OdthZ6Ic33xebA1Qjr2-RzdaDnHEW4MHRCmAuSUVQs79PIrcVlx37QJ5KAk7AL3UAXFL4YuFSFQCukoTYL7Q/s320/candy+countdown.jpg" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><span style="font-size:100%;">*doing home pre-school with Seth & Lacy (<span style="font-size:85%;">we made candy countdowns to Christmas</span>)</span></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548757792411665810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLZwpLYwKk3qV2uWaYsgy-ElO9Os1XntTr9ymcLG1KOOpgwaIP9qRYbL5qD2wHYcSnrmFNiSs_8QH0swsyyRPIwNxotexPbYm7P_JpMIRWCrIeh-HHXH76AGLsw_vsc6c9fVIOptL8ClpQ/s320/whoville.jpg" />*crafts with my kids, Annelie has a very untraditional tree in her room with bright krazy colors...this year we decided to make a "Whoville" village for it. It's been a lot of fun & I'm sure we will be adding to it as the years go by.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548757783679029474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGFgCNTrm9Sl3mDyOhqmMzsmdnu6Bc__wesSyra1q6HH1Fzb7UsUi25cDjgN3gQQo6_uLuGiA4fJpCBJ-IUDrhO_Uc2kJykH4oFojuzqo6LNy9HVZmLrpjFpA7tsMd07dcQ2en4Bo2iBP9/s320/whoville+closeup.jpg" />Now for some of the more obvious, but no less important of</div><div align="center"> <em>my favorite things...</em></div><div align="center"><em>*</em>my family & friends who make my life richer</div><div align="center">*living in Joseph City...I love this town!</div><div align="center">*my old house & the amazing people who build it (<span style="font-size:85%;">Nunna & Pumpa</span>)</div><div align="center">*working in my yard...it keeps me in shape</div><div align="center">*making jewelry & anything with glitter!</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">*taking pictures</span></div><div align="center">* new friends</div><div align="center">I mentioned before that I love scottish terriers...years ago I had my little Curly Sue (<span style="font-size:85%;">some of you may remember the little black dog that probably chased your car as you drove past my house or past</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">Hansen's Auto. You probably blurted out a few unmentionables as you swirved to miss her...luckily there was only one reported accident, that I know of. I'm sure I'll never forget coming home to find the speed limit sign in front of my house & my trash can flattened...it's OK Gerald...adot fixed it & I did appreciate the new trash can.</span>) When she died I was so sad. I was certain I would never come across a dog like that again. Then over this past Thankgsgiving, my sister-in-law Kristi, we'll call her the "dog" match maker, told me about this little guy whose owners are moving to a place where they won't be able to take him. She showed me pictures of him & he looked so much like Curly Sue that I couldn't help my self...I said yes! <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548757776793180002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwCAs93M2taeXtbOLZS9PqkGC8cifDW0tU1dHGr2VRndNgDzrMjp9I_MiP9sLQZOm_JbgYcuIE6o3Ml_L0I1LYxJgbHTCeMfOpScOftQE6BwGOeBED_GnwTjtDzaVcOgDn4izyweaLlpvd/s320/trance.jpg" /></span> <p align="center">Let me introduce you to <em>my new friend</em>...Trance...he isn't a Scotty, he is a 4 year old miniature schnauzer...he is a cousin to the scottish terrier & looks just like them only longer legs. If you come by & he starts barking like a crazy dog...don't take it personal, he's still trying to get used to his new home & all the noises & new people.</p><p align="center">Those of you who remember Curly will be pleased to know that...</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">HE DOES'N'T CHASE CARS!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Hope everyone is </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Having a wonderful Holiday Season and enjoying all of...</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">YOUR FAVORITE THINGS.<br /></span></p>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-55150099226986483582010-11-02T14:02:00.000-07:002010-11-02T21:04:03.131-07:00<div align="center">The ghosts, goblins & ghouls were out & about this Halloween....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-JQl4s8YM3Nb8Jz9-uz9Kj8zmB5LJU7EdAD2XqTursBxOBpxfSXx3qdCazIEcLuK_IOeyHmw0-W4wnKkBOBVTpoD9hhlDCEBd0poIStY1sfeC3HFmBiJqm8UqhtnYlywleOFm-lMFiJ2/s1600/halloween+2010+on+the+porch+ghosts.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535062151830669106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-JQl4s8YM3Nb8Jz9-uz9Kj8zmB5LJU7EdAD2XqTursBxOBpxfSXx3qdCazIEcLuK_IOeyHmw0-W4wnKkBOBVTpoD9hhlDCEBd0poIStY1sfeC3HFmBiJqm8UqhtnYlywleOFm-lMFiJ2/s320/halloween+2010+on+the+porch+ghosts.jpg" /></a> .....I caught these three ghosts hanging around my porch swing. They looked friendly enough so I took a few shots before they disappeared!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhBP2krB5vXE4-BIoTD3CWazFwD0PcUz-q3dRa2WwLp3Fw5H5dGspu9e4mN131CkzoedFomrTJgYAgRI1I1fZ4BAK6ssAmZ7RyYHFR1jYU3dQc6WOtb8w9exvz9Sml8GZIHZrmBqFIfbg/s1600/seth+with+nic+in+the+background.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535062145462617122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhBP2krB5vXE4-BIoTD3CWazFwD0PcUz-q3dRa2WwLp3Fw5H5dGspu9e4mN131CkzoedFomrTJgYAgRI1I1fZ4BAK6ssAmZ7RyYHFR1jYU3dQc6WOtb8w9exvz9Sml8GZIHZrmBqFIfbg/s320/seth+with+nic+in+the+background.jpg" /></a> Then I headed off to the Halloween Carnival with the goods! I really had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">a lot</span> of fun preparing for the carnival this year. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">volunteered</span> to help my son <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Niclaas's</span> 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade class with their booth. The 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> graders were in charge of the cake walk, again....so after watching parents' faces last year after their child won a whole cake & wondering what the heck they were supposed to do with it the rest of the night...I decided to change it up this year and make caramel apples instead...much easier to carry around! The painted cans were for a "Ping Pong Ball Toss". I filled a jar full of candy so that the carnival goers could take a guess at just how many pieces were in that jar. Whoever guessed....you guessed it, they would win the whole thing!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535061648132636066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yTcPmyLGI_B_26uCnYWunI7pQ_JYOwwWMvovYL3Ka9P5ZH_EayLbodBTFOsjjC0i4ST8yyr7KfKjI89Lk8TAHlBNTD_85bHLKlEghwtC-IOdz5EFnukBUH4nTIKr12SyNNVmx9wAUt6C/s320/carnival+stuff+2.jpg" /><br />When <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Niclaas</span> saw the jar he was determined to win it. He tried to pry hints out of me but I was strong....I had one small moment of weakness when I confessed to him that...."it is an odd number".<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535061627921543154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYOx_0KWTPGq8M_WJUJoF_dNfh3t8wvSVd1vnsHAPFJpWqfB1q4yCrcTx5RBtQOK9Hm9X6NXhuvONP3ePe1ZDNh5_0EjZVJyAoCcneVVD4aiLl1lyYInk4InkSj1W2_LAZTBV9Z9hy6VSp/s320/nic+conner+%26+bryson.jpg" />Here he is writing down one of his MANY guesses with two of his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Hombre's</span> looking on. He used the majority of his tickets to enter his guesses. Like I said... he was determined!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535061635776762370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-FRYkgk3G1VrWQmBK58ksxxbmLz0PpUrQRJ4verGT0ef77NQ4x6z4-Wjo5ePgSUICzOAKdfwkZR28V8dTwx8WnGjR4hokp5g6h4m0kM0rWFfMGEecoBIxInCgow9i-RznpzJtY8S79N5q/s320/julie+in+witch+costume+with+out+lightning.jpg" />And what would the carnival be without this balloon twisting witch with her feather boa? You'll notice her apprentice by her side learning all of her tricks.<br /></div><div>It was really a fun night. Great costumes & lots of fun & games at the carnival....and I know your wondering "Who won the candy jar?" Well......</div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nic</span> did! </span></div><div>There were 601 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pieces</span> of candy & one of his guesses was 599! Yeah, He was excited!<br />HAPPY HALLOWEEN!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535061624838163890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlEP9TzSQ9Zxfzv3sIpS5S3sD1XA0dzXHZu9CVLMzQDnjqiUl_tB7Kali9vBDl6GBj6BsjV7Dixtram-Tr65NrgXBJ2hjMshXt7JaSE1escw-Ogy__FNRiuK_XvXs-uutuSwkLGaJ4jK1U/s320/candy+jar.jpg" /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIr-yt4NPC9Ig90e-ivUmQQQriJ8UdFVSKXh8awUYqxdlZ_MM3aIXJcvwg3sKRxAk0k0LXo98r4wUmNyI8P_zmddgomlgU-aVKgsGGKpF28oW7rric343xBMLgSK7fKKepxDah-G27VgE9/s1600/rachel+layden+framed.jpg"></a><br /><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-63571567118790476732010-10-27T09:51:00.000-07:002010-10-27T15:12:22.646-07:00<div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Today's post is brought to you by the letter "X".</span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532846119214269794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-Q8S7JxZOfvy5L43ayS23zpsX4Tx9c2HotR_An2iI-OSnJao9vhapoZj2hJJWXmL4PrjW8ln0a8xJAs74Vgod3LjwPNeULUVUvIdtToWolAM2u0n1M1CQ-9R9kvhf-C2AW-6uoGBTsNy/s320/letter+X.jpg" /></span> <p align="center">Getting close to "Z"! It's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> exciting! We learned the letter "X" this week, they both wanted me to know that it is their favorite letter. I had hidden the special treat under this big letter "X". They had to look through these "special" glasses to find it! Then we took a little field trip out to the back field to check out the neighbors goats.<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532770017502570050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29EDWkNU45vnK66FpNxDRytgjnjxfy5eDombhgAnEuhc-bpPtkrL554Cx8e4NycraeJ9MWM5NBpQU7QvKEnYFoIgUbcBB2uJHgucEbJpj5eww_Nl8dYKlXtB5qHYcMyc5iEA6D6wu2v0S/s320/standing+on+the+hay.jpg" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532770008763164178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCvL6m27FXAa9IpwvG-MiZ_gRgza4cN-iaJrLNWJg_ITNJoNNS25PanqZLYjb6qfaIFtlrF6IFoK0LHHFlh37SyVPe9qSe4e-ftRq0ZRnmKW4ZcdQfAv-LbZGqjxKD06PEScyjwsOMOsgm/s320/seth+with+goats.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532770006563711666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTgG0ZsBv-ocwHHgX9hYr6CKWwkYyELuVZTZGVh0Y-FAPR6WvtpbXt414vrJkpw4MhhEZtNFj0OvfJef5C2C4gGKWVz6Ml4ekxUBQw2xpOiDnw-zJKxnrQddasb1jFgeBM2ARbFGfl2rDJ/s320/lacy+with+goats.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532770002799880658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSx3EK-ZdccpCY00U4ZUVu5FFZJF6LlENFACk_R16u1AAQTHXdmBcCbTsjitCyktP-M_hTWCwv9znvovgej7iS-RerMBD2igrkrfR6lMmFY92jtXIPEuea0LyDG5kGPISOHz383x6_U8Vh/s320/climbing+the+clothesline+pole.jpg" />These two are a laugh a minute! </p><p align="center">When I learned that Seth's little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-school had been cancelled I was so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointed</span>, but as it usually happens, our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointments</span> can lead to the sweetest blessings.<br /><br /></p>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-33310553733312529802010-10-16T19:14:00.000-07:002010-10-16T21:08:04.783-07:00Homecomings & Highschool Reunions<div align="center"> I can remember when the grown-ups would say..."I've been graduated longer than you've been in school!" I always thought those people were so old! So...now that It's been 20 years since I graduated highschool, does that make me old? I certainly don't feel old. This picture was taken during our reunion... obviously. There were over a hundred students in my class and... obviously they weren't all able to make the festivities..<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528843064590119218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LkecA-6_ZJdj6CjADrmjkxn3T4E3iNoHbf46JCfZspqFT-6Zp8l0AU60rOMVjvnMdqc5mLRa8RfKUcwwCF4UMweoFDXwLud9V81a8t6eN0zMfce83vTHH3Tg9s7cwoXA_XSDaiAri2Js/s320/highschool+reunion.jpg" /> <p align="center">Here we are... well some of us.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528848027390271938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGiE4G-sdOup4h0zxKtHHExRzWjegGurfelpd3lKlLYA6DBPF4JEpA69A_vCnrrX5LzIpUcaVQVNzK3ywO52LTOgN-E_kbZpsCahDxKmUkaZs4tqadmlLthDjetSMFScYT7FIeJaKKdWi/s320/me+%26+my+date.jpg" />...and here I am with my handsome date... who is a great sport to hang out with me & my old friends & to hit the dance floor with me!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528843052045509794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYxd1zsvHcGE0H6z6ELSn3uRUoEUecgUv4pkPD6B9ZuyZcm_aAg1KQGLw75Mw1Av00mwyiVWieAoC2cyZM_0oEveWaYkwOBpXAfpYja87wodDvdYUkBMmki0P4WWzZmPWQLjdup8lWivT/s320/Dallin+%26+Annelie.jpg" />Here is my daughter & her date Dallin...they were off to hit the dance floor too!<br /><br />Homecoming week for JCHS happened to be the week before my reunion...so we were busy with highschool activities of yesteryear & the present!<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 195px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528842581353090594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0ZOoj04ZLjEbU4x8SsMEkM_m2XUUQGPdt3rbqW1pO0fiHAwNRCpSIlKyNwgofv_4Nuvn-WRIAr_nn1LG6YEwDAFrjfbtrWDns9dVgS9HKyxKJV5hDQb5pZUVvLCTqBZ15bUBZWYvIK-_0/s320/bill+board.jpg" /> Here are some shots taken mostly from the parade. Homecoming is such a busy week full of activities like powder puff football, macho volleyball, class games & pep rallies of course. A new dress-up day was added this year. Along with the usual blue & gold day there was my favorite... 80's day, 70's day, nerd day & the new "fake injury" day! The kids had alot of fun with that one.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528842565954936978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO09fAaF8QVVevFZWxTUjHU8wLW8DzTmGg4R0kFBqszyB6eyYMnWwpTA9EjztK0Zae3x8yTN-QTxy2nbgDyywKlmUqXTeItFV4wmSDYWAiuKIEZPPLMZ7eRTM8PE7urri3_d-ZJByJSxBt/s320/ahhh.+the+80%27s.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528842581343490530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOS5cyoXUK2gk7UfybFJWfC66FeRymOvbHtL0Iac9d9CKmeLBDyMq3_Q088PEM3jy5GgLvlqjqCqCEI67jDUzgYA6wKfXaDEAnxMO3bxJwRhlggwgqoNRFGOO6c9Zo3cOpL0Y4y1haIz9/s320/junior+class.jpg" />Here are some junior classmen waiting for their float to arrive.<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528853167157392994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFpEEHhila7LO90WB6rFABcUtY-XCLiZRFvs6ujidQCPArr2kR7jVNsSNfrutsn0QLbeEYLRNaU3_sLoy_V_vR2jUK31avGMRYk1LygOL-xl8Gw_voa5fZE2ZHT90CMGKZUTYJI9Ufz_b/s320/8th+grade+girls.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div>The 8th grade float was a nod to the Homecoming Royalty from JCHS history.<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528842569940784194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXypaepj_0ec7620823_8o3wM6ua7FwiokZk7GGIO0z-kAMLoMu5DnxS8LTyDfi8Teub9WymFMLtWU-iClmUIAQqU10IVPu54lQJoaPaEE16Ij00k_RWaDm5XX61pzI7X9WMRUkEDt-lkY/s320/Nic+in+parade.jpg" /></div><div>Nic is in his 80's get-up portraying his father who was Homecoming King 1989.<br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528842560707988994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ58VtUNXDXlUlqsgMXKo5dD9QQ4iNGWD1WEGIlwy9CBGxS2vqpGjdVqzPYAcXM6dem0AvBidg-bbDoi4DKmiGF4l2wWtKoXSZrpHpFb8sbEaFXqZbtikAslNlH75_Givl43E43E_s-tGh/s320/junior+royalty.jpg" />My truck carried the Junior Class Royalty. If you look close you'll see Annelie & her date!<br /><br />I've decided that homecomings & reunions are all about making memories & then revisiting them years later. Somewhere in those memories of embarassing moments and the glory days I learned a lot of lessons. In highschool we can do some pretty stupid stuff. We can hurt feelings & not even know it. We can get our feelings hurt & never let it go. We can create friendships that will last forever & others that fade as soon as we throw our caps in the air. No one is more grateful than me that there is life after highschool, but I am grateful for highschool & my memories there and whenever I get to see my old friends...I will remember us young, full of energy with the whole world waiting for what we had to offer it.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-37542929124660724492010-09-13T20:00:00.000-07:002010-09-13T20:49:32.686-07:00Mary Mary quite contrary...how does your garden grow?<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mK1Bg1NbpV8dcWF9OeAF8t2ICn_T8RGIdLSFyzQ9liPwyMO53i428pzZtHrMpohtL_137oU-4DParpQJlFjPF7DdhnPMyqQPDMWfQmgwJtvCA-Xpzxirg1cUjOqMu-BBBUiGarUnJ2gU/s1600/doll's+first+drive+to+school.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 237px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516608612449207842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1mK1Bg1NbpV8dcWF9OeAF8t2ICn_T8RGIdLSFyzQ9liPwyMO53i428pzZtHrMpohtL_137oU-4DParpQJlFjPF7DdhnPMyqQPDMWfQmgwJtvCA-Xpzxirg1cUjOqMu-BBBUiGarUnJ2gU/s320/doll's+first+drive+to+school.jpg" /></a> I love to watch things grow, although I admit watching your children grow is sometimes hard. I do miss so many things. I will never regret having been there for it ALL! What a blessing it has been for me to never miss a minute. This week I was there to watch my now 16 year old daughter get her driver's license & then of course I had to take a picture of her first drive to school the next morning. I always take pictures of "the first" of everything. (Nic hates this about me...poor kid) I'm so happy for her & this new independence that she has achieved. I can't help but remember the first time she felt that new independence. Annelie never crawled, she went straight to walking. I should have known then that she would always march or in her case, skip, hop & jump, to the beat of her own drum. Her future is so bright & I'm excited for her.<br /><br /><div align="center">Speaking of things growing...I have a lot growing around here! Everything from pumpkins & sunflowers to little minds. I've been home pre-schooling Seth & my niece Lacy. Alicia & I have partnered to prepare these bright & clever little minds for kindergarten. It's been a lot of fun & I'm really enjoying it. </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516599375424969474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SiyujU55kq7_aF7Qznyf8w_YXvUZofqkOwAMNLsjfv1aj0K3Vn3zBFRUvKrXFsgvKRZhzw-738HW4fv4dZ-B611inbMiL7-OZ5pDqxjicFxLzpetEuwB5_7FPtU6UGtgX-ZVQQj7f_JA/s320/seth+%26+Lacy.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516599362359491554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFYQ5RwKAKhhbOsFAR-6Ymt5EdKKU08IPeYmtYxCc6xXsHQV4vQVRv5szhhXWGil0PNXiCDbSD1KrBOjQw_vhpBWbKZZrkweKJtOgViCtcTWXHQ_SxGCHZ25H5CkoAnxBkivEQrgGptTde/s320/lacy.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">Future Prom Committee Chairman</span>.</div><div align="center">Lacy loves to make everything pretty </div><div align="center">Fortunately for Lacy we haven't enforced any kind of dress code...yet.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516608603449618402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7EhgduEh4DRJa6fH_ifAz_I9ykQ9E3L8jRFDuzWTMMcHqKDr4fApTlYQVjdeXUIaARk6vyyZ5az71KaKwtxw43bYknKQViUetc_AQgJyPBr2g-D3L1BDt4UIcPoyzIBoEYItx09eYoIyy/s320/seth.jpg" /><span style="font-size:180%;">Future class clown.</span> <div align="center">This is Seth's alter ego he has created...he calls him "Sheeby".<br />We have had to establish a rule...<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">No "Sheeby" at pre-school!<br /></span><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516599351134834066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfiepyH0uDUKOry0YK3vYaVoYUZ8PYS1B9SfapFOPQyvmH8yt4D3k_I-wmN5ZFwWlVdKZqHGyKa4t7Xbm3eiT0fZHloAdpg4vhV1MdHUw7fRfiWWutuG1z1NCJCpPttuymqxXMIkcbQS5t/s320/pumpkins.jpg" /> The tomatoes are ripening & these two pumpkins planted themselves. I was surprised to see them growing...must have been seeds left from last year. I love surprises like that!<br /><br /></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-45629902239207511052010-09-05T21:56:00.000-07:002010-09-06T08:46:08.579-07:00biggest swing in arizona<p align="center">Just wanted to post this video of my crazy little brothers. Like many others who grew up here, these two perfected small town fun. With the budget to bring to life all the ideas they dreamed up when they were kids, they come home as often as they can to play. It's not unusual for one of them to end up in the emergency room. They set out this weekend to create some more memories. After tearing up the terrain & Cory's leg on their dirt bikes, it was off to the Chevlon Canyon to try out this stunt! Crazy boys...it's a good thing they have very patient wives & good insurance!</p><p><object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/ZpyZlWzR35g/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpyZlWzR35g?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZpyZlWzR35g?fs=1&hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></p><p></p><p></p>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-7094165047326036552010-08-28T22:17:00.000-07:002010-08-28T22:54:34.291-07:00<div align="center"> I love this time of year... the harvest. There's just something so satisfying about planting a seed & watching it grow into something that you can then pick & make a meal out of. I feel a little like the "Little Red Hen". </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I also love the monsoon weather. I love watching the clouds roll in in the late afternoon. It reminds me of being a kid & putting a jar out in the rain to collect rain water. Little did I know I would someday live in the house where the previous owner took collecting rain water to a whole new level, storing it in jars in the basement & serving it on special occasions. Early in my relationship with Derron, Nunna invited him over for Sunday dinner & told him to bring me with him. As we crossed the street to her house he turned to me and said, "If the water in your glass is kind of brown don't worry, it's just rain water". I thought he was kidding until I sat down to eat & sure enough my water had a slight brown look to it. Ahh memories...that is a fond one, it makes me smile when I think about it, for alot of reasons. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Anyway...It is also the time of year that parents look forward to & kids don't...back to school! It's just me & Seth again. He has one more year with me at home. I've taken on a new venture...home pre-school. I am enjoying it. He's a bright little boy & anxious to learn. When the teenagers come home they ask what he's learned & he's so proud to get out his worksheets & show them off. Time is really flying by. The 16 year old will gone before I know it. It has been such a blessing for me to be home with my kids & watch them grow & really be a part of there little lives...every minute of it. I wouldn't trade it for anything...even those days when they make me krazy. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This will be a really precious year with Seth & hopefully we can make some fun memories. Here is a good start. I was hanging out laundry & the ditch was running full. </div><div align="center">Lucy (the dog) loves to play in the water & Seth decided to join her, so I had to leave the laundry for a minute & go grab the camera.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510697338726824146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSF-2qMXaybpn60NSqHy1hpsQ_nnSeLPaJKnj8-HSGFghyE7BNUkzPvgivaS_pWkuhLC19EQWy5gymPn533cxv_kdwD8YtHILEih7No_dK6ykMTjratFmOHEWCzLnxyk_BsNnsQF5c5yV8/s320/seth+%26+lucy.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510697330434729618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi9qNoPrbU1hXP1sTShTTiJ1lYNSTIynj-kd4UJ92C1ThPVebuttgViRzNNQt6cVhshELRDNRnJjywIbPKPC2iHjKwYGmVPKH6CvcEJHOc2xRoUnCGgXnwguln-cbUZu9wEF9h4R4y0PzE/s320/seth+splashing+.jpg" />Inside the house Seth is my little helper. Monday is cleaning day for me<br /> & Seth loves to push the buttons on the washing machine & he also loves to scrub the toilet with the scrubber. (I'm sure that won't last) </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">These laundry pictures show what I call </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Divide & Conquer"!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">I divide & conquer the laundry & usually by the days end Seth has divided & conquered me!</span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510697303211876786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBZed8vNVpkBsHw73IyPc0E0gpHSSS8MYXxQmLIFrPxoKJoWhsuZrzBoivB3vbNDmZ0O4RSYxKBEhZmHaO4I3Oeq-gY94Et4UouTuu7MIhB8I55sDhJAlbsNRseRWndw9w4joRLGHQCSXU/s320/now+you+see+him.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 206px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510697314083398562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP6hOVDZgrnTWfOa2MIxIzLub9ZrZdee4QZm8VYdGnBqta7VuK8bQ8HqAOsw376hiSm67H0qFRDzPus8GvX12Jmaqctq6IWIzqwiKllSDivac9Xeem6ImfC68-gWcW21DZtd6-O7PwhrnK/s320/now+you+don%27t.jpg" /><br /></span><div><div><div></div></div></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-77747488337862606512010-07-26T19:35:00.000-07:002010-07-26T20:27:26.402-07:00Update!Cat's Creations has FINALLY been updated...<a href="http://cat-catscreations.blogspot.com/">click</a> on over.Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2819710524544555763.post-40218518231533189642010-07-26T17:56:00.000-07:002010-07-26T18:32:17.251-07:00HANSENPALOOZA!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-9zT84-x-Mze3UiUUswnw5sEZoGOgEWwBRRkjt3F7cma8_tDxeM5_DOrgMdWCegXqmjxv7ai48Rc5VIwA1HM0lYpzHw2DMuVWUdl4NeF49qZssfpYfkPAxh09EEK54M2WOW96uxfGMoM/s1600/hansenpalooza.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385292967898162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-9zT84-x-Mze3UiUUswnw5sEZoGOgEWwBRRkjt3F7cma8_tDxeM5_DOrgMdWCegXqmjxv7ai48Rc5VIwA1HM0lYpzHw2DMuVWUdl4NeF49qZssfpYfkPAxh09EEK54M2WOW96uxfGMoM/s320/hansenpalooza.jpg" /></a> If you plan it...they will come...and come they did! </div><div align="center">First on the list of activities was for everyone to meet at </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Pumpa's Porch Swing to pay off your pawn", </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">( no navajo rugs please).</span></span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgblsFBJKP5mOEpBkcxWFssAp8wLZO2azp3LD2QQWQMi9yM7jKYFVSMbGiRgbNwWQHFPy18KDYrayaL_Bwapyx9sOTMMtt_9yfyOmWYrSDTi5WMfDvEvOf5dEkvmIPMml3AwhCpiWBqNKMd/s1600/signing+in+.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385286873177858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgblsFBJKP5mOEpBkcxWFssAp8wLZO2azp3LD2QQWQMi9yM7jKYFVSMbGiRgbNwWQHFPy18KDYrayaL_Bwapyx9sOTMMtt_9yfyOmWYrSDTi5WMfDvEvOf5dEkvmIPMml3AwhCpiWBqNKMd/s320/signing+in+.jpg" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385278160789986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqiyoIcGCjHWAwfIdWEhzJyk0ruIhsR7OKso3VXFGrnjtLBtoME910IiCwwgDqfka1O3csvJHNqhze5Kntxclt7ppmR0_T5Ju18m1rLm7JUMJM6mfmpdJhNrjstxquTb7BnL018urJLegw/s320/cowboy+boots.jpg" />I think he might be a Hansen...what do you think?<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385270599848402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxC5yKEEcNgx1kCGg9d6Dw7wV-lTotCl0KpLKBGojTw-KUSMkuj8v_7vle-RpCZcPDR5VQx5O_o5Rz8lvDoyAQnXyLxDGhABPAo0DXWFDDLz0uuJqVYEm-mkjiyNCGGypLe6njTlMaGgz/s320/kylie.jpg" /><br /><div>Next on the agenda was crafts in "Nunna's backyard", for the women folk of course. The men folk headed down to Clarence's pond for fishing & fun! I'm a woman, so I was making crafts.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498385263393482914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQs6wyLoakDHVS0xg67apkhXu4PwGMKE48TmNbhtTvhSb841FilcImhul6rHy_vIVXrB-ERJSw7OT6PUw7DUP1T3lMXpY5b5eyBPMYChrG7Rq6V9qZMzS6fmxXV0nI-hOQ3mh_xtscKZsV/s320/dolls+bead+dolls.jpg" />I think Nunna would be proud.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384600735636866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXMkUy5eRmNDKfdeOrBZF5rB_AFZ0fcf6YOnsEeWqv_JI1zpyR3lY7ljRbEPctk_vXr-lObu5sOUt-vYparxXO16K87HhgfpkrHnOu6ARfKMCerVKvVl9QObjVH0oSFrefZKX-CMidcr2/s320/yarn+dolls.jpg" />Then it was on to lunch & a chance to cool off at Tanner Park.<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384584154524242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0YMW-Lr0_61qd4m2PEW0YFT8VXmfBHH_D_uQEPvXU49tuoCxOh653e7xHKeKqYmnpntTy8AzM3q2bmCq4k2LKzoykuFWePtXXfqa5w96_w6ZuTnYACFxasmBonEev046u9Ic8tHXZdtmG/s320/jordan+edited.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivxC5yKEEcNgx1kCGg9d6Dw7wV-lTotCl0KpLKBGojTw-KUSMkuj8v_7vle-RpCZcPDR5VQx5O_o5Rz8lvDoyAQnXyLxDGhABPAo0DXWFDDLz0uuJqVYEm-mkjiyNCGGypLe6njTlMaGgz/s1600/kylie.jpg"></a></div><div>Dr. Miller showed us how it was done. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384591487592002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj6GJQlKZZzzFclr_7vjIGUXruEPkxNxwYZWcH_sMw9-dCbPAeenXwPJ_ICXs6pUgh8GtUW4sclpkvgV3vJ28aWh-ZtN6uAL4c8BmWornVmQJ45Edu9HYZO34yiz_yddQmY2igrB2SUokA/s320/justin's+shorts.jpg" />...any guesses? C'mon this one is easy! His mother wears a gold skirt!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384578534300562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD1kBynZv8JrA55xeUvhMfNWc1_6RNzJdH7bgFc3cCdKmJrhl5-UslTEqiL2sMQJTE-wtWEsLQ6mkMyK4g29-rs-nwitjMWB3SaN6kUfyCDKIAOeEuYjcGQb434ZG2mlHD9Rj2RbLDmK6F/s320/the+loot.jpg" />After dinner all the little kiddies swung the</div><div> <span style="font-size:180%;">Original Pinata Stick</span></div><div>to bust out some treats! And boy did the feathers fly!<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498384565291258946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIJ7bUp8KyZW1bHn8zIV0ifJlPQrrWpvx2XANDIzO2hGIh69j_Im4xQu2fQGxQ3PS7NlkantZ3z53zl7zkfTkptSPbnm4XGLQqjM72FKzXFf6IczZs4DyVmUsN5YbJzjVnkS7qsZswBdDS/s320/feathers.jpg" /> Uncle Floyd decided to change it up a notch & filled his pinata with feathers!</div><div>They were <span style="font-size:180%;">everywhere! </span></div><div>To close the whole thing down, in true Joe City style, we headed to the badlands for some "redneck fireworks".</div><div> </div><div> It was a great day...</div><div>Thanks to Elizabeth & her family for all their hard </div><div>work & planning, you all did a great job!<br /><br /></div><br /></div>Cathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394088497196636669noreply@blogger.com1