tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6106899542058263922024-03-05T01:48:25.284-07:00Slatosky FamilyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger64125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-1298422246040813292011-02-06T11:05:00.002-07:002011-02-06T11:16:08.144-07:00I again start with an apology for not posting for so long!<br /><br />In my last post I mentioned concerns for my mother. She was able to have her issue mostly taken care of. She will need to be seen by doctors for the specific issue at certain time intervals, but she is out of immediate danger. She does still have unrelated pain, which could use prayers- and still peace and strength.<br /><br />We are doing well here. Joey is enjoying preschool, and Jules is as well. I travel for classes some days of the week, so we have had to choose a daycare (and preschool) and it's worked out wonderfully. The kids are both excited to go there, and excited to come home. I am hoping to avoid having them in daycare more than 3 days a week, but we will see where classes lead. <br /><br />Juliet is doing wonderfully with her health. She is a hyper little girl, and she is also a snuggler. It's nice to watch the kiddos run around and wrestle. <br /><br />Classes are going well. I have Biology 102, Applied Calculus and English 102. Next semester I'm trying for Chem 111, ecology, speech and maybe statistics. <br /><br />Matt is working as usual, and enjoying some video games. He's been trying out the Rift beta and Black Ops. I am still playing WoW and enjoying it!<br /><br />We've also still been enjoying cooking delicious food, such as the flat iron steak Matt cooked the night before last. YUM!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-79924938198385041632010-10-25T13:26:00.002-06:002010-10-25T13:36:40.607-06:00Sorry I have not updated in a long time, I have been quite busy with school. All are well, except I ask for prayers for my mother, for healing. I do not wish to go into details on a public blog, but if you wish to know details you may contact me privately. Simply pray for this: For her to have an easing of pain, for her to have full and complete recovery and for peace and strength.<div><br /></div><div>The kids are doing great, Joe is in Preschool and enjoying it greatly, and can make it most of the way through his ABC's, though doesn't recognize all the letters when he sees them. Juliet is a very active and intelligent girl who astounds me each day with new concepts, but is very bullheaded and demanding. They are both shining stars in my life, and I love watching them develop into who they are. Juliet and Joe are both in love with dragons that are handmade by their Great-Aunt Simone and given to them by her and their second cousins. They like to snuggle up with them and watch How To Train Your Dragon. My hubby and I are working hard, me with school and home, and him with all the stress and strain of work. </div><div><br /></div><div>We enjoyed a day at ISU for the Science and Engineering Fair. The kids were a bit young for it, but I could tell they definitely had fun and learned a lot. We also watched the Chemistry Dept's Chemistry Magic Show. Mixed results with the kids, fascination mixed with fear (mostly Jules was afraid of flaming balloons, but totally fine with other explosions). Flaming Gummy Bears, also fun!</div><div><br /></div><div>I have a Biology 101 exam tomorrow, and have to get back to studying, so there is my brief update!! </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-87954337534478341822010-08-09T12:27:00.003-06:002010-08-09T13:00:24.937-06:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I have started a journal for bible study:<div><a href="http://slatslj.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-my-first-study-i-wish-to-make.html">http://slatslj.blogspot.com/2010/08/for-my-first-study-i-wish-to-make.html</a></div><div><br /></div><div>In it comments and such are totally welcome on what I have written :D</div><div>I'm terrible about keeping such things up to date, but maybe one on the bible will help me get better about it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>As for life: things are going well, I've had a crazy summer and more craziness to come.</div><div>Kids are great, and they enjoyed a nice trip to WA and OR for three weeks with me, and we missed their daddy greatly while gone. We had loads of fun though! We saw family, and I have lots of pictures. Before that we got to see Matt's parents and brother and his family in Island Park.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRvBjuVY5_kEZ63P-7WqCCIj-tYiiH9J8GvrSXGCAMQ_yyJVhnx-czHlj5ICoTB5aQYpwwr65ah-k4aSTOyfkfJ15Q1u9cCiHaT1FbbkqbN09oEH-KxJe01r6WzmjKSPYgve1A8hZ1tE/s720/DSC_0467.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9OQD82N0Sw3NThksX7O91nuENw1iVuTZhClPVxzqRE9ei2X6JS63tFO6nBFCGxcOrKrH1B8AznKRfHkplKNE3Gn5yIARPeGpuBP9l3A_VlNO5DCb0V0Bs7iAsvjPi6o9ukJmnqF01rrk/s720/DSC_0470.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I_hYVu_1wHdKJ4ivIJSH0aTZ63xsqVEmTPeYmXxMIKcbGHAF8nwYVkC1YTaa5ZpAQLIv2JQC-kRZN-hr-FbBo098FM7Fn6gFJ8j59rcCYzz7Rlu5RG7lSkAD5Zzq4mIh0On_5Y3VxXw/s720/DSC_0720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0I_hYVu_1wHdKJ4ivIJSH0aTZ63xsqVEmTPeYmXxMIKcbGHAF8nwYVkC1YTaa5ZpAQLIv2JQC-kRZN-hr-FbBo098FM7Fn6gFJ8j59rcCYzz7Rlu5RG7lSkAD5Zzq4mIh0On_5Y3VxXw/s720/DSC_0720.JPG" border="0" alt="" /><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7fwGetNSkpAqPpFohquYCwTN5n9aYxpIlamX3HmR3U4ZBP8zgYtZncT_KVXvF8IcOqJVKW5lBz3diwFNu_4hvjv7kY7W-U7ZF6GrDHuYermy-dAPWKZ6TQ_0sGw0w-coRHZyibUtVVw/s720/DSC_0784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx7fwGetNSkpAqPpFohquYCwTN5n9aYxpIlamX3HmR3U4ZBP8zgYtZncT_KVXvF8IcOqJVKW5lBz3diwFNu_4hvjv7kY7W-U7ZF6GrDHuYermy-dAPWKZ6TQ_0sGw0w-coRHZyibUtVVw/s720/DSC_0784.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a>^ Joe and Jules enjoying the company of an octopus at the Seattle Aquarium<div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ksVTQEgbBnnkjmjuzHIuq9HN2esoq8muIHU3b9NqsYuZHGoBlmNf2HKLvkOhODXKBbWkEVmZnjknsyECSFZmOvd66sZH2oyrp90fNnxR9LKtS9N3JYlaq47pCH61Pd6yPdKm4ddsZCI/s720/DSC_0537.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8ksVTQEgbBnnkjmjuzHIuq9HN2esoq8muIHU3b9NqsYuZHGoBlmNf2HKLvkOhODXKBbWkEVmZnjknsyECSFZmOvd66sZH2oyrp90fNnxR9LKtS9N3JYlaq47pCH61Pd6yPdKm4ddsZCI/s720/DSC_0537.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: left;">There are a lot more pictures, but I am just putting these here for now. I'll make a picasa album of the best, and link it. There were a lot of things we did which still need to be taken off the camera. </div><div style="text-align: left;">I do not have pictures of our time at Detroit Lake, sadly- aside from a couple fuzzy ones taken on my phone. We had a great deal of fun on the lake. </div><div style="text-align: left;">We also went to a waterfall, I do have pictures of that with me, just not uploaded to picasa.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We will be leaving on a camping trip to Redfish Lake soon, and from there I will go to Sacremento to spend time with my Mom's side of the family. Looking forward to it! </div><br /><div><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-84154764982789347742010-04-16T13:25:00.001-06:002010-04-16T13:29:29.070-06:00Easter Collage, 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtCXuorW52QAFHjVRj6e9FK1UvVtsUxBSJnubdV78DEdO3TBFw9txU2NWmjcDpXgdjMPtQ-nOpIRcW8P_vM1qKz4U8ZS_iVQMcZyEjvczjAG-pBkYm8HDl7eQ4uU7kazuCC31OS1zXS0/s1600/Easter_Pac_CitySpring2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPtCXuorW52QAFHjVRj6e9FK1UvVtsUxBSJnubdV78DEdO3TBFw9txU2NWmjcDpXgdjMPtQ-nOpIRcW8P_vM1qKz4U8ZS_iVQMcZyEjvczjAG-pBkYm8HDl7eQ4uU7kazuCC31OS1zXS0/s400/Easter_Pac_CitySpring2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460819015003418882" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-58429919644443571442010-03-18T16:12:00.001-06:002010-03-18T16:12:33.642-06:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4epPo2H3kx4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4epPo2H3kx4&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x402061&color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-34577516187361091372010-03-17T22:07:00.002-06:002010-03-17T22:08:00.043-06:00<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GeC2K0ozrw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2GeC2K0ozrw&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-56067545173279431642010-03-11T10:57:00.002-07:002010-03-11T11:33:08.022-07:00In which I get into the ring and fight pneumonia.So. I was in the hospital Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday. Via the ER. <div><br /></div><div>Here's what happened:</div><div>Last Monday I had a bit of a cough. </div><div>Tuesday it was a frequent cough. </div><div>Wednesday was Juliet's appointment, and I had pretty frequent cough and wore a mask. </div><div>Thursday my cough went spastic, and I started feeling wonky.</div><div>Friday I developed a fever and said "OK. Time for Community Care." </div><div>- They ran a couple of tests, and gave me prescription cough medicine and said to come back if it got worse. They gave me a rocefin shot to try to fight any possible bacteria causing the issue.</div><div>Saturday my fever reached 103 and my fingers had turned blue once. Mind you, I'd never seen my fingers turn blue even when freakishly cold. I found it mildly fascinating and vastly scary. I started seeing spots. Community Care prescribes antibiotics and an inhaler, and says to come back if there's no improvement. As a parting gift they give me another rocefin shot mixed with anther, stronger antibiotic. Now my bum hurts on both sides. </div><div>Sunday- bright an early I'm in again. Still feverish, barely functioning, coughing constantly and throwing up. The last meal I'd had was cottage cheese and pineapple on Friday morning, and was getting rapidly weaker. Dehydrated. This time the doc said "This is beyond us, or what can be done at home. Go to the ER!"</div><div>Yay. ER. Now. By this time I'd developed a migraine from all the coughing. Every alarm, beep, holler, every flickering of light sent me reeling. Imagine a gal curled on a hospital bed, coughing, trying to hold her head together at the same time. At least it felt like I had to hold my head together. Coughing causes some pain, but not much. Really, none of the pneumonia issues were causing pain, they were simply draining me, melting me away. The migraine on the other hand, added an element of severe pain. I asked a nurse for something for the pain, and she gave me dilaudid. For an amazing (hour maybe?) the migraine pain was gone. </div><div>The docs drew all kinds of blood for tests, got fluids going, and scratched their heads. They said I had an infection SOMEWHERE, but my lungs looked clear. They'd eliminated all the normal <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pneumonia">pneumonia</a> culprits and were on to more exotic stuffs. </div><div>They moved me out of the ER to continue treatment upstairs in the regular rooms because they'd finally gotten me stable. There I remained, with a migraine being relieved by dilaudid and little ability to rest. When my doc came in in the morning (tuesday) he gave me a medicine that cleared up my migraine. It was PURE BLISS to have that nasty thing gone. I could sit up, even watch tv a little! </div><div>Wednesday morning the doc said that the tests were still out on Legionnaires' Disease and Whooping Cough. He said that it sounds more like <a href="http://www.cdc.gov/legionella/patient_facts.htm">Legionnaires</a>' (wha??). He also said that my treatments are working, that what is being done now can be done at home if I wish. Goodness did I wish to get out of the hospital!</div><div>So now I am home. Still not sure which type of pneumonia I have but I'm getting better. I just have to watch out for any fever or whatnot. I am weak as can be, I sound like a car with bad breaks mixed with a barking dog. My kids are with their Grandmom and Grandpap. My hubby is taking care of me like an absolute hero. </div><div><br /></div><div>And again, dear God. I am begging. Give me a BORING year- healthwise. I am really tired of this, and I don't know how much more I can take. As it is I may have weakened lungs for the rest of my life. I'm on umpteen different kinds of medicine, and all I want is to be strong for my family. Please, I'm begging!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-34059838274831865662010-03-05T10:17:00.003-07:002010-03-05T10:43:41.605-07:00A story, and an update on Juliet.<div>She was a vivacious, beautiful, passionate woman who lived life to the fullest. She hated that her skin had wrinkled, that her skin began to sag, that her vision faded and her hearing was almost gone. </div><div>She lived in a box, hearing only muffled voices, thinking people were not even interested in her opinion anymore. She said "Why don't you talk to me anymore?" even though we wanted to- we were tired of yelling*. </div><div>She was stubborn. She did not want to wear a hearing aid- that's for OLD people- and besides, what she heard was overwhelmed by the ringing in her ears.</div><div>She has survived two amazing men in her life, and her closest friend is her daughter. She holds her great-grandaughter close, who bears a matching scar to her own, down her chest, reminding her that even her own scar is a thing of beauty.</div><div>She earned her scar when she was 75*. Far too old for a major heart surgery. Many doctors told her there was no hope. She should just enjoy her final times with her family. </div><div>One doctor saw hope. He said it could be done, and it was. She earned 13* more years with her bravery. Then, in the year before she left, she held her great-granddaughter with a matching scar. A scar that not long ago would have been forfeit, as nothing could be done.</div><div><br /></div><div>As her time drew near, emphysema and a broken heart finally catching up to her- her kidneys shutting down and her liver losing function, the doctors- including the one who had given her her extra years- said that all that could be done had been done. </div><div><br /></div><div>Her daughter could not believe it. Her daughter needed her mommy there- her mommy who had been her companion in dark hours and joy. As her daughter leaves the room she turns to her son: "Please let me go." Her elder living son is strong enough. He's seen so much, his heart is tender, but more logical than her youngest child. She knew her daughter's heart would simply break to hear she wanted to go home, to see her eldest child who had passed on so many years before, and the men in her life that she had so adored.</div><div><br /></div><div>She had been given the richness of hearing all of her children's voices in those days. Her daughter had done the hardest possible thing to do- calling her brothers to say that they should travel to see their mother, one last time. Even so, her heart refused to admit that this was really the end of her mother- how can someone who lived SO FULLY be going? What will I do without her?</div><div><br /></div><div>Her son cried. The doctors had heard her say the words as well, and they knew that this was the time. Her daughter wept when she was told her mother's words. </div><div><br /></div><div>A short while later, the room grows quiet. Her daughter has gone to eat, her son in law and her granddaughter's family all gone away to have a sandwich. Her eldest living son sits by her side. </div><div><br /></div><div>She feels it is finally time to let go. She did not want to let go while her daughter was there- ever showing her intense love for her only girl, and there is no better hand to hold her than one of her precious boys. </div><div><br /></div><div>Her breathing changes. She begins to leave. Her eldest living son calls her daughter and everyone else back. Everyone surrounds her and cries their farewells. Her great-granddaughter does not understand, she lets out a baby girl whimper. </div><div><br /></div><div>Someday it will be explained better, but for now her Granny sleeps. Her mommy cries, her Nana howls in pain, her great-uncle weeps, her Pop-Pop holds Nana and tears run down his cheeks...</div><div>____________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>I wrote this, a sort of memory of my grandmother's death. I know it may not all be true, and facts which I'm unsure of have asterisks. All others are subjective, memories of my own, and my memory is not always the best. I have been known to remember things that did not happen, and things that happened as being different than they actually were- so please take it with a grain of salt. This is purely a reflection of my emotional understanding of my beloved grandma's last day- and by far doesn't encapsulate the whole of that amazing woman. She was ... so amazing! She was strong, willful and vibrant. </div><div><br /></div><div>She loved Christmas. She loved Vegas and the Beach. She was a California Girl. She was supremely generous (that was why she loved Christmas- she LOVED giving gifts!). I miss her so much....</div><div>_______________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>Aaaand Juliet!</div><div>Juliet had her sedated echo on Wednesday. We traveled to Salt Lake City and stayed at a hotel overnight, then headed to Primary's in the morning. I sat with Jules while she was sedated and her daddy took Joey on a tour of that awesome hospital. As usual, she was taken care of so well! </div><div><br /></div><div>The results: *drumroll* </div><div>NO sedated echo for TWO years! The doc forsees no issues with her surgical sites, and said that the only thing he sees is what is normal for the TGA repair (One of the vessels is a tich wider than it should be) but that is not a big deal. He said that <i>if it were to turn out to be an issue</i>, it wouldn't be one for quite some time, and that the chances of that are very very slim based upon what he saw. He said that the problems that could arise (narrowing around scar tissue etc) are not present and that she's doing GREAT! Praise God! I am thankful every day for the whole team that treated her. They are artists! *jumps for joy*</div><div><br /></div><div>In a year she'll have her normal checkup down in Poky, and then when she's almost 4 we'll go down again for the next echo. </div><div>The only forseeable reason to go to salt lake before then is if it's decided that she needs surgery on her urinary tract (the urinary reflux) and it's better for kids who have had heart surgery to be sedated by those familiar with their needs. She's not had a UTI in a very long time, so I'm betting she won't need to have that done. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-72355424991106006992010-02-09T13:01:00.002-07:002010-02-09T13:06:08.524-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; "><span style="font-size: 17px; ">February 7th - 14th is CHD Awareness week<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">* Sometimes during early pregnancy, a baby's heart fails to form properly, resulting in structural abnormalities known as Congenital Heart Defects. Although some defects are genetic, in many cases the cause is unknown.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">* Nearly 1 out of every 100 children born, are born with a CHD! Congenital heart defects are the #1 cause of birth defect related deaths, and the leading cause of all infant deaths in the United States.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">* In the United States, twice as many children die from congenital heart defects each year than from all forms of childhood cancer combined, yet funding for pediatric cancer research is five times higher than funding for CHD.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; ">* In the last decade death rates for congenital heart defects have declined by almost 30% due to advances made through research. However, only one penny of every dollar donated to the American Heart Association goes towards congenital heart defect research.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><b><i>Copied from <a href="http://hollie-walkingthefineline.blogspot.com/">Hollie's Blog</a>.</i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">Juliet has her next cardiac checkup soon. She'll have to be sedated for it. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">We've all been sick. The kids have been snot running down the nose, hacking and crying sick. I've had some kind of severe UTI that has left me with quite a bit of flank pain. Matt is getting sick as well. We're praying for it all to be over soon. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">My mom and dad have moved to Oregon. They're sort of still in the process, but they're both over there in an RV for now. We're sitting one of their dogs- Roxy and a kitty- Cassie.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;">I think that's all I can really type for now. Exhausted.</span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-52154489395314638852009-12-23T20:40:00.005-07:002009-12-23T20:55:49.649-07:00TAPIWLL Pt 1<div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Take a picture, it will last longer.</span></b> </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">As I go through things which have come from my parents' house (as there were things which I had never taken with me when I moved out) I find things which hold nostalgic value but I know I will never wear again. I shall post them here and to facebook to preserve their personal value and to tell stories. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3bIWxGSPruwARJwqw1TZt23ELmV-x_B7mqXOxhb-7GV09gKLAHSZ0VX-XrqgtP8rIbn87rfitwPvU-3Lk9jSuC_SI5gUjebVF1qKuVGVF1-HDtKxFfnk7lLOp1QHtlg5I-SyDrBnQT4/s1600-h/1223092023a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp3bIWxGSPruwARJwqw1TZt23ELmV-x_B7mqXOxhb-7GV09gKLAHSZ0VX-XrqgtP8rIbn87rfitwPvU-3Lk9jSuC_SI5gUjebVF1qKuVGVF1-HDtKxFfnk7lLOp1QHtlg5I-SyDrBnQT4/s320/1223092023a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643260683034866" /></a>The above shirt was one I got for attending a conference for Texas Association of Future Educators. Somewhere I have the speech I delivered for TAFE which was very well rated by the scorers, but did not win (the one that did win was a direct plagiarism of a story from Chicken Soup for the Soul). I find to this day that I still want to be a teacher- hence my return to school next semester. <div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhInjw2VouLBlW2RIcFKTN28F7B2DgHbWQm6a7ta02jKl7yFUpf6crjc9BvF_b0sgW1wseX6hmdjF3vwmlIWoie8eyboXa4p1dr2cpc5DgXl4BHBunCCruGPuB4pijfOQ8tG92Vnzn3w/s1600-h/1223092021.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhInjw2VouLBlW2RIcFKTN28F7B2DgHbWQm6a7ta02jKl7yFUpf6crjc9BvF_b0sgW1wseX6hmdjF3vwmlIWoie8eyboXa4p1dr2cpc5DgXl4BHBunCCruGPuB4pijfOQ8tG92Vnzn3w/s1600-h/1223092021.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIhInjw2VouLBlW2RIcFKTN28F7B2DgHbWQm6a7ta02jKl7yFUpf6crjc9BvF_b0sgW1wseX6hmdjF3vwmlIWoie8eyboXa4p1dr2cpc5DgXl4BHBunCCruGPuB4pijfOQ8tG92Vnzn3w/s320/1223092021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643107601266754" /></a>Morris the Cat. I loved this shirt. It was a sort of evolution of my love for kitties and my willingness to wear them on my person. Now I am far more likely to wear something with a simple vaguely-feline shape on it. Nor do I have many kitty decorations in my home. We do have two living, breathing ones that decorate our furniture most of the time.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsslp-WZnpxQvIOp5rL2clye2LY4ksbHU1ZNztEKjmcBSGr2jYrTR77yRz8WJ3Int5RiCIn0WbpW1QKdanR8G5xywbL8yfx8VMYNEaV1klc_lT90lCoFCm_VhrtIY9HzHW-eb2dqjY_XM/s1600-h/1223092020.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsslp-WZnpxQvIOp5rL2clye2LY4ksbHU1ZNztEKjmcBSGr2jYrTR77yRz8WJ3Int5RiCIn0WbpW1QKdanR8G5xywbL8yfx8VMYNEaV1klc_lT90lCoFCm_VhrtIY9HzHW-eb2dqjY_XM/s1600-h/1223092020.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsslp-WZnpxQvIOp5rL2clye2LY4ksbHU1ZNztEKjmcBSGr2jYrTR77yRz8WJ3Int5RiCIn0WbpW1QKdanR8G5xywbL8yfx8VMYNEaV1klc_lT90lCoFCm_VhrtIY9HzHW-eb2dqjY_XM/s320/1223092020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643015855606946" /></a>When I was in High School I was engaged to a nice guy named Robin. He was going to Mississippi State and wanted me to go there too. This was a shirt from the Wesley foundation there. Thankfully, I went to UofH, and then events conspired to place me with my darling husband. Robin is married as well, and last I heard was doing well :-) <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzjonA-8IIFsDnlec8u9-NGoAGXT5aqx9M_4ISzq77S8UmwNUL5w5nkEp-xXXvmFLGkgtqWS4kVRkbWqMvelhleelSojcLU3KqXZgtLJ4e20bwiLt2PSgtIHzIbpnmHUu_a7qanbYjBI/s1600-h/1223092016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqzjonA-8IIFsDnlec8u9-NGoAGXT5aqx9M_4ISzq77S8UmwNUL5w5nkEp-xXXvmFLGkgtqWS4kVRkbWqMvelhleelSojcLU3KqXZgtLJ4e20bwiLt2PSgtIHzIbpnmHUu_a7qanbYjBI/s320/1223092016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418642886064719570" /></a>My friends and I were 'into' Sailor Moon in high school. I was Serena (middle) and Steph was Luna (purple kitty at bottom) and Lisa was Raye (Upper left). The other folks were a bit variable. You know how high school friendships are, odd and complex. Fun times, Fun times.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ok... well there were a few more shirts (over at my facebook page) which have other stories, but these were the main ones. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-13994561502354892762009-12-18T13:32:00.001-07:002009-12-18T13:32:56.256-07:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST0nNz6tAtQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ST0nNz6tAtQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-18511584363129419652009-12-01T13:45:00.007-07:002009-12-01T14:29:03.500-07:00Ugh!<div>Well... Our hard drive crashed and all the pictures saved to the computer and not online are lost. This really upsets me, and goes to show that procrastination is BAD.</div><div><div>Points of interest in our lives lately:</div><div>*Jules is scheduled for a sedated echo in the first week of March.</div><div>*Joe and Jules make a terribly devious duo when they work together to cause mischief.</div><div>*We had a fantastic stay in Island Park for Thanksgiving.</div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2I5e1cFBfnmwmJAD4EaL911QaSYMqC9LmkSOqyZJqNmCUdqFrO9NrVrgCo1oP1qNue_ggPFPICPWWkn8xv3e9dTsib5pRARrLnzuffrAC3UgZx3g1ZjvWyBJQ_fRSNuRZAtAC-aHYJN0/s1600/momdadslats.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2I5e1cFBfnmwmJAD4EaL911QaSYMqC9LmkSOqyZJqNmCUdqFrO9NrVrgCo1oP1qNue_ggPFPICPWWkn8xv3e9dTsib5pRARrLnzuffrAC3UgZx3g1ZjvWyBJQ_fRSNuRZAtAC-aHYJN0/s320/momdadslats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378335054106898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mom and Dad Slatosky- They invited us up for T-day. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33n6scpMggqWesXSL6iyL1b42tsJM8kRth9HrBsVAZu6RPrzn6w9_lRbrmwC9jcyS0FOZYduxouluFaEjM9-dDFb6RBJSADShhxQ-zWXz21svPgqet0A_i5cwn_Y2cbIqxjekBwDophY/s1600/momdad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh33n6scpMggqWesXSL6iyL1b42tsJM8kRth9HrBsVAZu6RPrzn6w9_lRbrmwC9jcyS0FOZYduxouluFaEjM9-dDFb6RBJSADShhxQ-zWXz21svPgqet0A_i5cwn_Y2cbIqxjekBwDophY/s320/momdad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378236365663410" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My Mom and Dad. It was hard to not have Grandma there. It was our first Thanksgiving without her. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtPXkotmS-o0ZfKoI-3INgZbAmWO6RvN6Pmgt7q3VK-vZpl3C57IHk_e29BW2PpThMhPE_uN2U_Uygzx8mbQUbqQ_PtEqS1Ux3e_ZAyc3FAM0vcAeIwDSXRHMJfdt9WBhXOOdpqRIKzc/s1600/mattamber.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwtPXkotmS-o0ZfKoI-3INgZbAmWO6RvN6Pmgt7q3VK-vZpl3C57IHk_e29BW2PpThMhPE_uN2U_Uygzx8mbQUbqQ_PtEqS1Ux3e_ZAyc3FAM0vcAeIwDSXRHMJfdt9WBhXOOdpqRIKzc/s320/mattamber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378143034155730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Matt and I. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2lYs7S4vcjkm8V_msyOMyBVRKVkX0shRzPGOJxNd20fy2yRAuiqOrnTiqY6jvPPLb5FX4gKZWItNYumiHkgYh_tcPJpDGKm2IGtT1XlURUM2VvUABXinkjSB20V4VGt7W65z4bPAqbU/s1600/joejules.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL2lYs7S4vcjkm8V_msyOMyBVRKVkX0shRzPGOJxNd20fy2yRAuiqOrnTiqY6jvPPLb5FX4gKZWItNYumiHkgYh_tcPJpDGKm2IGtT1XlURUM2VvUABXinkjSB20V4VGt7W65z4bPAqbU/s320/joejules.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410378042217551250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Kiddos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">*Pray for my Mom and Dad as they make a transition in their life- and that my dad's interview goes well.</div><div style="text-align: left;">*Pray for safe travels for Matt's Mom and Dad as they travel to NZ for their 'winter' fun. :-)</div><div style="text-align: left;">*Pray for me to lose weight. I'll do my end, and I ask your prayers for the other end. I'm on Metformin now, as I have insulin resistance. I'm working on adjusting the sugar intake in my diet (though it's already a lot lower than the average American's) and am trying to get back into working out. The medicine has made me feel very weak, but I am feeling like I'm recovering from the dosage adjustment. </div><div style="text-align: left;">*Pray as always for Juliet's continued good health, and for Joseph to have fewer (painful) rashes. </div><div style="text-align: left;">*Pray for us as we go into our first Christmas without Grandma. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-16119731520953254942009-10-19T08:09:00.003-06:002009-10-19T08:17:57.289-06:00Arg!It seems I always get side tracked when I am determined to update our blog more frequently. In recent news:<br /><br />*Juliet is doing great! If she's caught the H1N1 virus she shows no signs of it. We know it's been going around in the area, and we've been exposed to it. Either we have not picked it up, or we're rockin' our immune systems.<br /><br />*Matt has been busy busy busy with work! He's got a lotta deadlines and such this month, so pray for his sanity please!<br /><br />*We're going to a Halloween party hosted by the HDBA, and an old friend might join us with some of her new friends. Fun fun! Our kiddos may be in the care of my parents if they are feeling better-<br /><br />*Please pray for my parents, as my dad recovers from neck surgery and my mom is suffering from mysterious sinus symptoms. Her sinuses are causing her a great deal of pain, and the doctors aren't really helping much.<br /><br />*Joe is up in Island Park until tomorrow! He's having great fun with his Granmom and Granpap (Matt's parents). Hopefully when he gets back we can introduce new forms of discipline to try to get his behavior on track. <br /><br />*I'm going back to school! I've decided for sure that I am going to major in biology. Once I get my bachelor's I'll go through an accelerated education course to teach secondary education. This was my original goal when I was in high school, and not much has changed in nine years as far as what I think I'd be good at. <br /><br />At some point soon I plan to finish my previous series of pictures from our trip this summer. After that I shall no doubt have other pictures I can post from Halloween and such.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-67457615886169922412009-08-26T14:36:00.019-06:002009-08-26T14:59:06.941-06:00Major update continued [The Incident with the Bird]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjA9IdjwIJUCtf9PWrHm3q601rDIpH4A2EDxcs7aGZ-qBo9VyXx5MBqRxvzqO8gGrIsWZsEG5cL-Hxk2OXi7H78Rry71Y2ri7rgIEVz_U2fCDSRodAnMg0vIyAejjWfMxpRpRXn0H36sc/s1600-h/view.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjA9IdjwIJUCtf9PWrHm3q601rDIpH4A2EDxcs7aGZ-qBo9VyXx5MBqRxvzqO8gGrIsWZsEG5cL-Hxk2OXi7H78Rry71Y2ri7rgIEVz_U2fCDSRodAnMg0vIyAejjWfMxpRpRXn0H36sc/s320/view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374378449402113378" border="0" /></a><br />such a beautiful place. We very much enjoyed our stay there. We walked along the beach at night, we went to shops, we had barbeque burgers, we ate at some very nice restaurants.<br />We played in the waves with family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbAyObHnFLgOo2RmmTE2bUU3neQv9EbFebvKnQxZHl-lZuVhKKL8dLa0zRXfLQPI9Xsu1nHwhUvnpQPV8otspLgXHKgifAovmelUyalNfb9rBZL4hs3pZ7TP2g2AfNDsFml552x72cj8/s1600-h/joeplayground.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgbAyObHnFLgOo2RmmTE2bUU3neQv9EbFebvKnQxZHl-lZuVhKKL8dLa0zRXfLQPI9Xsu1nHwhUvnpQPV8otspLgXHKgifAovmelUyalNfb9rBZL4hs3pZ7TP2g2AfNDsFml552x72cj8/s320/joeplayground.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374378394490372978" border="0" /></a><br />We took the kids to a playground by the public beach.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQK0ZV_yr4MrUm5AcD6IJuyVLSFAUaQG7WMnF3Gmb4EdC8WLHhmz5Hgy3tPmNkSJiHBZFKSIjIwUm_HBtzCfg9Vg3vfBkCT7Kc47xwW1TmK4FjTQfQJdCQ1bFtBFxtzeATaYNPcH9bow/s1600-h/joeplayground2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQK0ZV_yr4MrUm5AcD6IJuyVLSFAUaQG7WMnF3Gmb4EdC8WLHhmz5Hgy3tPmNkSJiHBZFKSIjIwUm_HBtzCfg9Vg3vfBkCT7Kc47xwW1TmK4FjTQfQJdCQ1bFtBFxtzeATaYNPcH9bow/s320/joeplayground2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374378333115386018" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8JjdiuZZsPkuDPfLbPNU0ZBAo7yDzz9LE6mbPk1rzTQ3MN3HQL40LC9XfZs4aqqbSlCR3z0uuz_57PpzbKHpVxQr5IxIFAs8yO-V8HlUP1kdxr9gKBQs495b8AynSjemwsMouqfTUrQ/s1600-h/juleshappy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE8JjdiuZZsPkuDPfLbPNU0ZBAo7yDzz9LE6mbPk1rzTQ3MN3HQL40LC9XfZs4aqqbSlCR3z0uuz_57PpzbKHpVxQr5IxIFAs8yO-V8HlUP1kdxr9gKBQs495b8AynSjemwsMouqfTUrQ/s320/juleshappy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374378255445325746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtfcwBGQfP_W9pi4xLQGz2VBVv4zsV_1gRLC7mEZj0A1llt_i8J2VpBib35rqxeTGZS5IvXrvVRP-UIho5lDIna4Xy_vSuJ-h9PM9k040ZQPFdo4ROvNvd4vH3Mcrj3l3pf-OUJqHGjc/s1600-h/julesswing.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtfcwBGQfP_W9pi4xLQGz2VBVv4zsV_1gRLC7mEZj0A1llt_i8J2VpBib35rqxeTGZS5IvXrvVRP-UIho5lDIna4Xy_vSuJ-h9PM9k040ZQPFdo4ROvNvd4vH3Mcrj3l3pf-OUJqHGjc/s320/julesswing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374378199096481122" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlIDSopDqltV2cVvo9QHV0wyvbxljeJIAw4iwg7bPGbXiwFZ7szLsyIpsn5lIRSHr2KuZl6_auZhKvFeJrCpZWoFE_nH8g-PQ_DwXsqOo0U19SrSU4X9LzIgac1UjldMpsg3XDZVAf6A/s1600-h/julesswingme2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPlIDSopDqltV2cVvo9QHV0wyvbxljeJIAw4iwg7bPGbXiwFZ7szLsyIpsn5lIRSHr2KuZl6_auZhKvFeJrCpZWoFE_nH8g-PQ_DwXsqOo0U19SrSU4X9LzIgac1UjldMpsg3XDZVAf6A/s320/julesswingme2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374378020764744034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cVq4F-QiJffn2sEaBK8jmr25VWTHiN9hvSNpOt8Lnl7QmM6qjDWpJ72pYspPoclj7vwh70w3zxgHnOTwTp1FA4rlWcFBFoAGjbnaZIn7Af2PaXcPibOdta2rvUvyBe9OPCV7vNGghKk/s1600-h/julesswingme.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_cVq4F-QiJffn2sEaBK8jmr25VWTHiN9hvSNpOt8Lnl7QmM6qjDWpJ72pYspPoclj7vwh70w3zxgHnOTwTp1FA4rlWcFBFoAGjbnaZIn7Af2PaXcPibOdta2rvUvyBe9OPCV7vNGghKk/s320/julesswingme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377866599307330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrK8vxIgBD8yFFB0IsWWeSYuOXRf9fU5cxMy_QPKcKMoN7PWA_M6MzEV5HFHH7IXA_KMAxYA8IFrHBS5XsOhuc1DviPZ_ISV9Bd8yiIYo9IzfcdrUdllSm5SIOvOyCEgonNPbUEIdXq4/s1600-h/joeplayground3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrK8vxIgBD8yFFB0IsWWeSYuOXRf9fU5cxMy_QPKcKMoN7PWA_M6MzEV5HFHH7IXA_KMAxYA8IFrHBS5XsOhuc1DviPZ_ISV9Bd8yiIYo9IzfcdrUdllSm5SIOvOyCEgonNPbUEIdXq4/s320/joeplayground3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377788687953042" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And then there was an incident with a seagull. We were enjoying some breakfast on the balcony when I (stupidly) fed the birds some food. One of the little buggers became VERY BOLD.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPKZteNKqflTpLX_MwlWV9pp_qeldYN6VyMoQlV7U8jJuDyon3ab27JBdpFjkmHe7FeFIZFGF1l4k89DhVEiLQboAqtXu5KmNdreHVXSCaev3kDMmuM5VzErZdy6VfSxwe7wLsZYyxxA/s1600-h/bird1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfPKZteNKqflTpLX_MwlWV9pp_qeldYN6VyMoQlV7U8jJuDyon3ab27JBdpFjkmHe7FeFIZFGF1l4k89DhVEiLQboAqtXu5KmNdreHVXSCaev3kDMmuM5VzErZdy6VfSxwe7wLsZYyxxA/s320/bird1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377661694240930" border="0" /></a><br />He even took some food right from my fingers, and I was not expecting it, so I got a little pinch. No blood or anything.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfqeSc7NskO3FrQuj_AuZ6_0bLDTan7e4s2gntwfNjPdsYdS9E1xtuyqviwdUp7YVOkc05TDBqMVfosC42MOsww8QfYkfX3fwlZgsTzc33T0qkJ0NBE5Sj6ldyFIdsxqgzBRI-wt-z6I/s1600-h/bird2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfqeSc7NskO3FrQuj_AuZ6_0bLDTan7e4s2gntwfNjPdsYdS9E1xtuyqviwdUp7YVOkc05TDBqMVfosC42MOsww8QfYkfX3fwlZgsTzc33T0qkJ0NBE5Sj6ldyFIdsxqgzBRI-wt-z6I/s320/bird2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377586040466690" border="0" /></a><br />But we got some seriously cool pics.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNtvrM4tNkzaMhMfnFEjhZDA6WkktUylv4dp0d8ucubJl_tlilJFw-1jGlMkwOv3rYfF67uIWjKHt2w2CqUW7CeU3V3y1LQyPfH9BHxc3WBTeumdigQd-iJVayivVR6AagujF1NwlX-vQ/s1600-h/bird3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNtvrM4tNkzaMhMfnFEjhZDA6WkktUylv4dp0d8ucubJl_tlilJFw-1jGlMkwOv3rYfF67uIWjKHt2w2CqUW7CeU3V3y1LQyPfH9BHxc3WBTeumdigQd-iJVayivVR6AagujF1NwlX-vQ/s320/bird3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377520000082002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDl9aMeUbFgZGEcFBc3pM6C8_JCvgqD2b3CAXEVmrRI-noCCBpiA4l8Saiu0Z3ULngZT5i8qMJUG5Kk1A8d9thK-ccWyD-dmHECAG2DY7U7dXx_hB1M54xA8VQ96coypOx2yPs-aEVBA/s1600-h/bird4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcDl9aMeUbFgZGEcFBc3pM6C8_JCvgqD2b3CAXEVmrRI-noCCBpiA4l8Saiu0Z3ULngZT5i8qMJUG5Kk1A8d9thK-ccWyD-dmHECAG2DY7U7dXx_hB1M54xA8VQ96coypOx2yPs-aEVBA/s320/bird4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377440481666690" border="0" /></a><br />WHAT YOU LOOKIN' AT? WANNA PIECE OF ME?????<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprjr-CTnwMSp1e9HtjdOhvC50Hk5kO0ehwDgjSn2kcigAvMM0PyJfhQ7o3W2wDHVyIc4v457EHW_VErbT0eeey-KDN3XH8SdN5gLgT0ryDsuR48frbqLoadiGYE4ezYSWqRLIw4TzAPk/s1600-h/bird5.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjprjr-CTnwMSp1e9HtjdOhvC50Hk5kO0ehwDgjSn2kcigAvMM0PyJfhQ7o3W2wDHVyIc4v457EHW_VErbT0eeey-KDN3XH8SdN5gLgT0ryDsuR48frbqLoadiGYE4ezYSWqRLIw4TzAPk/s320/bird5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377369995800034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwQnT3owkoByOeRzlvj_jMm4Xi9UJAa3avpnYLQPswlmVM00UJyLvREx1fq4n5IwXs-I7305CjGemyBLncyH4U9lrPiT5mMTcn-aoeXnjtnqngNVteZaY0zvxwAb837-TTcMCf3AkjPY/s1600-h/bird6.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIwQnT3owkoByOeRzlvj_jMm4Xi9UJAa3avpnYLQPswlmVM00UJyLvREx1fq4n5IwXs-I7305CjGemyBLncyH4U9lrPiT5mMTcn-aoeXnjtnqngNVteZaY0zvxwAb837-TTcMCf3AkjPY/s320/bird6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377312466914882" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-F_mnbXYAHgY11kk9STILNM3JO8njyImk8G6tzLt87p1yYLezelkKEyyySVXWhbgijrsE0eRemRGxhTQhFCFmiOjQ01LRc0iRkaXBGhz4ZMjBgIOCuHwP_7ZzQcKAdsjBZK-7EzYn04/s1600-h/julescute.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-F_mnbXYAHgY11kk9STILNM3JO8njyImk8G6tzLt87p1yYLezelkKEyyySVXWhbgijrsE0eRemRGxhTQhFCFmiOjQ01LRc0iRkaXBGhz4ZMjBgIOCuHwP_7ZzQcKAdsjBZK-7EzYn04/s320/julescute.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374377067001426098" border="0" /></a><br />Julie-belle snuggling her kitty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfXk-osYx2Lx7kuhepuw4Juwg_2DAmBlZAbwSfq8s5-63FkMQY6tKjVDEbwPh2b9I1hQ92zvSR3tiju1UERVbvp436ZEFvMGBy2aP6AnyqI65Tkd4MuKx3mdU_d_25qTo0YjOkjApzxE/s1600-h/joejuliaasleep.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwfXk-osYx2Lx7kuhepuw4Juwg_2DAmBlZAbwSfq8s5-63FkMQY6tKjVDEbwPh2b9I1hQ92zvSR3tiju1UERVbvp436ZEFvMGBy2aP6AnyqI65Tkd4MuKx3mdU_d_25qTo0YjOkjApzxE/s320/joejuliaasleep.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374376959097728530" border="0" /></a><br />One night several of us went to the beach and the kids played in the room. When we got back they were passed out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXwVtMc1RBdqFMrrVcLgNM_y8X_DeDUDC1iByo2Y4W6PgwwXTHSvZgxzU8Ymm8_N2tCoQnaGsb7fpXeXwy64hqkhq54dEHkq4DbBxJNzXqGtsqafXD_HdyIHo2QjwuObDo2BxXZ61KPE/s1600-h/owch.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWXwVtMc1RBdqFMrrVcLgNM_y8X_DeDUDC1iByo2Y4W6PgwwXTHSvZgxzU8Ymm8_N2tCoQnaGsb7fpXeXwy64hqkhq54dEHkq4DbBxJNzXqGtsqafXD_HdyIHo2QjwuObDo2BxXZ61KPE/s320/owch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374376877780724802" border="0" /></a><br />And my poor daddy scraped his foot badly on the shore when he was tumbled by a wave. The waves were pretty intense, and this got pretty badly infected. Thankfully our next stop was seeing my Aunt and Uncle in Placerville. My Aunt is an MD, so she was able to help. More on that tomorrow (or Friday).Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-51026301793102281072009-08-25T12:15:00.039-06:002009-08-25T13:47:00.774-06:00Major update [Picture Heavy]Ok. I know this will take a while. *sits comfortably*<br /><br /><br />There are a lot of things I wish to post about today. Hopefully once I am 'caught up' I will get in the habit of posting more frequently. *Sips Lemonade*<br /><br /><br /><br />Pictures to tell a story:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HDT6vsSNncZsI_IAmjE21zAbRvHS78v0xJVGZbeRI0GabpH0TONNxYaZ0gsiYHP77krt6f72v9uuL77iwPPr1mnQyn5MTyzAuzaFM2SnuR8TmcinZQQiFnMl5vrBj8SweKASgU0eRCQ/s1600-h/ca+trip+039.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_HDT6vsSNncZsI_IAmjE21zAbRvHS78v0xJVGZbeRI0GabpH0TONNxYaZ0gsiYHP77krt6f72v9uuL77iwPPr1mnQyn5MTyzAuzaFM2SnuR8TmcinZQQiFnMl5vrBj8SweKASgU0eRCQ/s320/ca+trip+039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968161150116194" border="0" /></a><br />We went on quite a long trip to California recently. We were celebrating my Grandma Nonie's life. We visited many places that she loved and spent time with family (one of her favorite things to do). The above picture is traveling toward Nevada- as Grandma LOVED gambling.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8rMknb8oiNs3Ot_AEQKhwGl6UzwgVFbuz8hCYY9_nodg7tx57XjeHiJAKplnWJiI2Td1YP3rP54pOeXzeezQPurFci9hjQCGDJIPCtgQ9GF8C-BHyh8u-MPmwVkxct-R9LxEF6cpUrA/s1600-h/ca+trip+066.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH8rMknb8oiNs3Ot_AEQKhwGl6UzwgVFbuz8hCYY9_nodg7tx57XjeHiJAKplnWJiI2Td1YP3rP54pOeXzeezQPurFci9hjQCGDJIPCtgQ9GF8C-BHyh8u-MPmwVkxct-R9LxEF6cpUrA/s320/ca+trip+066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373968960271963698" border="0" /></a><br />We stayed at <a href="http://www.primmvalleyresorts.com/">Primm, Nevada</a>. Some of my favorite memories with my Grandma take place here. We'd travel from SoCal to Stateline and there was always plenty for me to do. What with crazy rollercoasters and an awesome arcade. Not to even mention the pools.<br />Here we captured a PRICELESS look on my hubby's face:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEAKZ_vVwfAB-ClmTkzu07N9vnFMelXqrtoNfFqOlqCwCNBg7hXzlhy5brXmKryQbZiCEeL8KhY3lVKfclLwontx3yOfJHVUdNgMZnjwluIGeEj9A4L0dSyPIT1BBSOu9sFM-C_0RWVE/s1600-h/ca+trip+079.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHEAKZ_vVwfAB-ClmTkzu07N9vnFMelXqrtoNfFqOlqCwCNBg7hXzlhy5brXmKryQbZiCEeL8KhY3lVKfclLwontx3yOfJHVUdNgMZnjwluIGeEj9A4L0dSyPIT1BBSOu9sFM-C_0RWVE/s320/ca+trip+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373969777565164178" border="0" /></a><br />"Me? Ride Desperado? LOLWut?"<br />------<br />Next stop: <a href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneyland/en_US/parks/landing?name=DisneylandParkLandingPage&bhcp=1">Disneyland</a>. Now this was not so much a part of the memorial trip as a chance for us to do something with the kids that will probably not happen again until they are MUCH MUCH older. My parents graciously provided for all of us on this trip- including Disneyland. Amazing generosity!<br />We stayed at a low priced (but amazingly beautiful) hotel nearby and spent most of a day in the park.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_gXrAJt8kG99_t7ybgn9mcpVrHpk9TZqQibuXvJU66ZgVMvcHjg_ZG1z10ZXZ75q6_tt5IX45SaMyS2EMvLiH3dA7UrPEifOin-Z2FTVWKBs3B3vEZncqWoxjlm9C_3YARLOdA6Yilc/s1600-h/ca+trip+087.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD_gXrAJt8kG99_t7ybgn9mcpVrHpk9TZqQibuXvJU66ZgVMvcHjg_ZG1z10ZXZ75q6_tt5IX45SaMyS2EMvLiH3dA7UrPEifOin-Z2FTVWKBs3B3vEZncqWoxjlm9C_3YARLOdA6Yilc/s320/ca+trip+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373971499991066370" border="0" /></a><br />On our way in, Joseph caught a little snuggle with Donald Duck. Donald looked sad that he didn't want to hug him, so Joseph decided he wanted to make him feel better.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oLAscFG-vLMqQtTrOdjQlP9PGhMYubGuiX8-WFe4kPTDS1XizE9UwD2Z1-P7bW-wAppyooM1wHwkV8DUkYiBbeJYUFIs0aLF292W_N9eaHrphi4955D4rjuh7GouIZ9B6GZOVW0l4xk/s1600-h/ca+trip+089.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oLAscFG-vLMqQtTrOdjQlP9PGhMYubGuiX8-WFe4kPTDS1XizE9UwD2Z1-P7bW-wAppyooM1wHwkV8DUkYiBbeJYUFIs0aLF292W_N9eaHrphi4955D4rjuh7GouIZ9B6GZOVW0l4xk/s320/ca+trip+089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373971841893182914" border="0" /></a><br />"Why do you have such a big nose?"<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiunWKLoLUQXWQfY6Yji_rWSm2sEe_iIyf8QX5ZCK2GMoT585f_qiVeczVqQzsQwk99NGClf7J2-_WEblfnDFtqpghyphenhyphen6mDYOeB4z07XQ_ugHMqaq0LdYITBVOmoX_iW4_OhGQ-YF-U9xU0/s1600-h/ca+trip+093.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiunWKLoLUQXWQfY6Yji_rWSm2sEe_iIyf8QX5ZCK2GMoT585f_qiVeczVqQzsQwk99NGClf7J2-_WEblfnDFtqpghyphenhyphen6mDYOeB4z07XQ_ugHMqaq0LdYITBVOmoX_iW4_OhGQ-YF-U9xU0/s320/ca+trip+093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373972252425909554" border="0" /></a><br />Joseph did not quite understand why we had to stand in lines. This picture was taken just after we rode Alice's ride and were in line for It's A Small World<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aXcNIq6EZY7532IfiywrCpCObV22JIvbNy-K1FN62skT9Dj2Myfrtgfq0rSKTGXLZ-UYNMGPAj1YoOX-T1i8HdavMEwjmxGPhyphenhyphenAl3uqLB_l7Xz2XAwRB-hrG1ccIHtRmwOWGa7OzRiA/s1600-h/buffalo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2aXcNIq6EZY7532IfiywrCpCObV22JIvbNy-K1FN62skT9Dj2Myfrtgfq0rSKTGXLZ-UYNMGPAj1YoOX-T1i8HdavMEwjmxGPhyphenhyphenAl3uqLB_l7Xz2XAwRB-hrG1ccIHtRmwOWGa7OzRiA/s320/buffalo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373973022022956290" border="0" /></a><br />Somehow the local critters were turned into hedges there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_qQd-omdcFDskgTgHNv4ihuv6s7lFeYvv1_Pk6db_OBhssUJhJ9-TTK9_oNFeBEIK4jUvbJFIm2bWatds1SidtzA2VlMQEIt2aEHvKARrzqpj8tbuyesIEHtQuCwHu0eHxvm6S3po24/s1600-h/moose.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_qQd-omdcFDskgTgHNv4ihuv6s7lFeYvv1_Pk6db_OBhssUJhJ9-TTK9_oNFeBEIK4jUvbJFIm2bWatds1SidtzA2VlMQEIt2aEHvKARrzqpj8tbuyesIEHtQuCwHu0eHxvm6S3po24/s320/moose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373973197717869890" border="0" /></a><br />So<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCdFMKTSfMre2JtEiKlLeQfTWhK17UKTSYzRplVFwEzGZG_z87_CnXNRLe-UGZaPU3qgdA5Z7Nj2gTJCOlph0dxoABImfM2b4m3IC8GHTYcwNCUa1saNTcdW-EUipeHGVwdXildf0BoY/s1600-h/julesandiiasw.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSCdFMKTSfMre2JtEiKlLeQfTWhK17UKTSYzRplVFwEzGZG_z87_CnXNRLe-UGZaPU3qgdA5Z7Nj2gTJCOlph0dxoABImfM2b4m3IC8GHTYcwNCUa1saNTcdW-EUipeHGVwdXildf0BoY/s320/julesandiiasw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373973578305875618" border="0" /></a><br />Much<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TkMmfurOuzHQvL_T8S9RB0GJXdS_lk7RWuH2nP6Tc_aO2J9RAAVP2k2tE-7c4rrWVvQ-hvDvLnZU2ks-1Fc_5PM2Zc5gKP66uML6QnH4mV5WYirQM_Z5Z55zHi_XquLlK-D7AuDvM8g/s1600-h/iasw1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TkMmfurOuzHQvL_T8S9RB0GJXdS_lk7RWuH2nP6Tc_aO2J9RAAVP2k2tE-7c4rrWVvQ-hvDvLnZU2ks-1Fc_5PM2Zc5gKP66uML6QnH4mV5WYirQM_Z5Z55zHi_XquLlK-D7AuDvM8g/s320/iasw1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373973931949424626" border="0" /></a><br />Fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfQCgju2pWS0e-k2-C8-kxpdBPSj_qXaBNG3kytb8O8mL7vBduOI7D6h9-tuNZYsJAExfhEkBo3Byfz5P25HjVKT6ty5IZbtXyiMzEJKB7LWuQSj2dA25S54BLKWn8RBw-dqQuPl9pdE/s1600-h/excalibur.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPfQCgju2pWS0e-k2-C8-kxpdBPSj_qXaBNG3kytb8O8mL7vBduOI7D6h9-tuNZYsJAExfhEkBo3Byfz5P25HjVKT6ty5IZbtXyiMzEJKB7LWuQSj2dA25S54BLKWn8RBw-dqQuPl9pdE/s320/excalibur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373974337504648178" border="0" /></a><br />We were so busy having fun that we did not get very many pictures.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADplXe_Mrrnl93v4fh9lS9FW74_UeP9gyqhAs9Z_zYpn8YSkZXL14X2mmxmIfTL6d9BbnX3YEoiB3XaCAJzuueZiCQ3QVB2EtJUenrVavw92Hamn2EzCa-nOdtG58nbv1G0SCDS5s_6E/s1600-h/momandispacemountain.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhADplXe_Mrrnl93v4fh9lS9FW74_UeP9gyqhAs9Z_zYpn8YSkZXL14X2mmxmIfTL6d9BbnX3YEoiB3XaCAJzuueZiCQ3QVB2EtJUenrVavw92Hamn2EzCa-nOdtG58nbv1G0SCDS5s_6E/s320/momandispacemountain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373974686609137282" border="0" /></a><br />Mom and I escaped to ride the 'fun' rides. As in the rides that are actual rollercoasters ;-) We waited in a very long line for Space Mountain. We also rode the <a href="http://www.family-vacation-getaways-at-los-angeles-theme-parks.com/images/7DIS.jpg">Matterhorn</a>. Later on JOSEPH rode the Matterhorn with Nana and Pop-pop. Can you believe that!<br />Later on we got tired, and there was so much more that happened... it was so very fun!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcj7PSwi_hdcpuSObJznPu2dKYhNjKcMHeCR2KL2BdjT0XHRoixuxwe5-bavkRxK4-NC3yxHYm7vqJ2scs1D178e12cWBKlnohEQ_wZAEmfILHEHMn7IppFSrauVkg3krqqXZyCaD8y0/s1600-h/mattjulesprincess.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcj7PSwi_hdcpuSObJznPu2dKYhNjKcMHeCR2KL2BdjT0XHRoixuxwe5-bavkRxK4-NC3yxHYm7vqJ2scs1D178e12cWBKlnohEQ_wZAEmfILHEHMn7IppFSrauVkg3krqqXZyCaD8y0/s320/mattjulesprincess.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373975446015396578" border="0" /></a><br />-----<br />The next day we headed to <a href="http://www.lagunabeachamericasbestinn.com/images/laguna_beach2.jpg">LAGUNA BEACH</a>!<br /><br />First I shall put in the pictures of the memorial we had at Pacific View Memorial Park.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiag8JHDB5R99G7ibDNXuK_FV4dOvzejC0KpmFdw6GkLTGUjBa4g4ZJkLpZwn1-Jnvpbf-T2WXBMGaD_FEeaIp3ttxoz044XFRsnS7Tlm9TYcHM2XSj6nVoQ9Bfhk7-zGwH3ZKjZ5VbPhc/s1600-h/grandmaashes.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiag8JHDB5R99G7ibDNXuK_FV4dOvzejC0KpmFdw6GkLTGUjBa4g4ZJkLpZwn1-Jnvpbf-T2WXBMGaD_FEeaIp3ttxoz044XFRsnS7Tlm9TYcHM2XSj6nVoQ9Bfhk7-zGwH3ZKjZ5VbPhc/s320/grandmaashes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373982982830700402" border="0" /></a><br />Grandma's Ashes. This is a picture of her when she was much younger.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUYITi0PDyYeAbTPNkSXMi87BXTk453PZkGuXLJlER82ChZ14GAof05NYHqpwklwO9AVudehhockQxraJPYCkE0uVe0mf-DqdOyzY-efUuKOGBuFfRIH_nnCFwCzCmfGnpzcUChHw7Gw/s1600-h/memorialgrouppic.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUYITi0PDyYeAbTPNkSXMi87BXTk453PZkGuXLJlER82ChZ14GAof05NYHqpwklwO9AVudehhockQxraJPYCkE0uVe0mf-DqdOyzY-efUuKOGBuFfRIH_nnCFwCzCmfGnpzcUChHw7Gw/s320/memorialgrouppic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373983181821491090" border="0" /></a><br />Here we all are (Left to right): Dad, Mom, Uncle Randy, Me, Juliet, Aunt Valerie, Kim (top), Julia (bottom) Aunt Carol, Kyle, Joseph, James, Emily, Aunt Lynn, Uncle John. Ellie is in her mom's lap, but you can barely see her (her mom is Aunt Valerie). Matt is not in this pic because he was behind the camera.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBD4qNlfo5n2E9mNZMob3mlezYGcOC6_3syEYzSkQ1IyG6Fd3GDXT-48Bk_wvZIb6AvvzK-7v0_WqHoHpViCxugnRt3sGs03Q1uxW3CjsEbuz2WziioFIXxyQFEvngbNWRmDNAol0Rx8/s1600-h/sad.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTBD4qNlfo5n2E9mNZMob3mlezYGcOC6_3syEYzSkQ1IyG6Fd3GDXT-48Bk_wvZIb6AvvzK-7v0_WqHoHpViCxugnRt3sGs03Q1uxW3CjsEbuz2WziioFIXxyQFEvngbNWRmDNAol0Rx8/s320/sad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373984476874118066" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vDc-iZ6dk7tJzhZPKydKvyEdi4_nAXgl_Ia9ziOYPlM05GUc2bOQ58p-oDfFly5cQmJd2PQwBkbprh4WVLG6J8_h_gF-kTjHNi47oxnWHtxpj0DCf1-qQPQ7PNvzIjt8HQJHafe2pUE/s1600-h/sad2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9vDc-iZ6dk7tJzhZPKydKvyEdi4_nAXgl_Ia9ziOYPlM05GUc2bOQ58p-oDfFly5cQmJd2PQwBkbprh4WVLG6J8_h_gF-kTjHNi47oxnWHtxpj0DCf1-qQPQ7PNvzIjt8HQJHafe2pUE/s320/sad2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373984367436532754" border="0" /></a><br />We miss her very much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHodsmQI5LKcwFJktR-WjQvi5S8RE9i9XznHBL86kCD9g_rLMH2TvRwvZSiOJxXTXIYuQFDVlDcVHXMVe9H9Keqj4A7lcSnLLUgzG25zh0VmT-S1dGyCSoHEFKMcJGaKi8smpTZB0prKs/s1600-h/memorial.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHodsmQI5LKcwFJktR-WjQvi5S8RE9i9XznHBL86kCD9g_rLMH2TvRwvZSiOJxXTXIYuQFDVlDcVHXMVe9H9Keqj4A7lcSnLLUgzG25zh0VmT-S1dGyCSoHEFKMcJGaKi8smpTZB0prKs/s320/memorial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373984796696039666" border="0" /></a><br />The cemetary is simply gorgeous. And it does have a view of the pacific ocean.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiYRDFNtiSYhymsRGHxEx89GngUGKtUrezVx45-yl70OIxLfPL-pG0jjBlyASNsjChLmW0wtMLVyDDaQOTp3Gy76i-KXAjTc4RAiFdGrAfBY4LKW-XSdPGZdybjwi9ukcvmEB2x0JtKA/s1600-h/beautifulcemetary.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEiYRDFNtiSYhymsRGHxEx89GngUGKtUrezVx45-yl70OIxLfPL-pG0jjBlyASNsjChLmW0wtMLVyDDaQOTp3Gy76i-KXAjTc4RAiFdGrAfBY4LKW-XSdPGZdybjwi9ukcvmEB2x0JtKA/s320/beautifulcemetary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373984895163804882" border="0" /></a><br />My Cousin Emily and Joseph had great fun together:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM3DkCnQzaXeh1vW0X9RvasF58EJEgUjVQ1ma08DxPqSb1Rx89Oz9rFhcIjmMPfDcdC-shJu2l4c8gTGdExgRHTxu7vsZBwNAOIU3rBNsw7YY-aEky49YiAax9ZP4xGm9ekM7NPnkeXKc/s1600-h/emilyjoe.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJaSI-wgnnNLgib5bf0AuKL0LaKoA4PGa85e_HcL1rfvkj7qH6GwYGIdjrXBww6QN6Im7UU_2LRKcx6zaDJK9gRsSQ8znt_28qIKL4Qhe63gHOHTePKt4c8DLOOqkhmJIBdI0aPFHXLqw/s320/mattjulia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373986129418415586" border="0" /></a><br />Matt and Julia<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB8PauYBhKdGbLGVpOyGi9e4gAArRP5xV5Q5nWeuio8Z4mrT1GovnlsrY_eMVVlwsAQdWro_TNl7y7OykwHVl7zcXZBSI6sbj6xiSYWyK7lLAYoimOvlO63jQNk411YeQsaMyRCUbWJs/s1600-h/kyleellie.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB8PauYBhKdGbLGVpOyGi9e4gAArRP5xV5Q5nWeuio8Z4mrT1GovnlsrY_eMVVlwsAQdWro_TNl7y7OykwHVl7zcXZBSI6sbj6xiSYWyK7lLAYoimOvlO63jQNk411YeQsaMyRCUbWJs/s320/kyleellie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373986027108840626" border="0" /></a><br />Kyle and Ellie<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GgxxvK4y1A7q51q1ZFBGPtKA0qfua0IqC4xTZHW3t8cmLeAz4JiGBU5KehXYP8zijRUUkYf6uT-rx1k25uCJeCUElTq7ZnGmKaOp_S9knHREkHiMlZYyv8U3zPXwcH5ewgH45mE497I/s1600-h/grandmagrave.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_GgxxvK4y1A7q51q1ZFBGPtKA0qfua0IqC4xTZHW3t8cmLeAz4JiGBU5KehXYP8zijRUUkYf6uT-rx1k25uCJeCUElTq7ZnGmKaOp_S9knHREkHiMlZYyv8U3zPXwcH5ewgH45mE497I/s320/grandmagrave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373987159292001058" border="0" /></a><br />Grandma's Gravesite, and the flowers we all brought for her.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wVdzl9C6w5SKn60P_bh3MdIiHKc35LYKc-Qel41qgL0RYv33PigJNX1jkkovl83n-mApqo0n2Z3wap0E3Pq6gyqsIO3H6PNgn9L3q4a_6zHoD1ezfvXv4smjWp3YBSVE8kNyvvkGiUE/s1600-h/graves.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0wVdzl9C6w5SKn60P_bh3MdIiHKc35LYKc-Qel41qgL0RYv33PigJNX1jkkovl83n-mApqo0n2Z3wap0E3Pq6gyqsIO3H6PNgn9L3q4a_6zHoD1ezfvXv4smjWp3YBSVE8kNyvvkGiUE/s320/graves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373987318066126258" border="0" /></a><br />The graves are: Uncle Gary, My Pop-Pop, Grandma. Then there's my biological grandfather and his wife.<br />-----------------<br />back to the beach!<br />We stayed at the <a href="http://www.caprilaguna.com/">Capri Laguna</a> and enjoyed many wonderful days playing at the beach.<br />Playing at the beach makes little children tired:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEd1VcAe6vNHtNb_tAw3lRqyZT7u_n5Vi0ve5LP5O9J6EjaP4GTAaV8YtjbZzyaKv4jj0Nvt18scvmnqhp4vCPanzmbAyInzwlj2PXhJv3kyQTeNB3cEgjC-fU5PKg35epBzyvE_0a8I/s1600-h/joezz.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaEd1VcAe6vNHtNb_tAw3lRqyZT7u_n5Vi0ve5LP5O9J6EjaP4GTAaV8YtjbZzyaKv4jj0Nvt18scvmnqhp4vCPanzmbAyInzwlj2PXhJv3kyQTeNB3cEgjC-fU5PKg35epBzyvE_0a8I/s320/joezz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988266347625298" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b0gBLCY_5bNybKyW0ceECuLdZ6n9DY5gWQK35h4Dq-PCofaVDOoKIhZR16uiUCpLAUajuX-fyv_kG2bGJU0U93_N0xFoSx02pwo3tJxvavrADxTuKo1TbFVq3sQ0YYeIt24sGpsFZ5I/s1600-h/juleszz.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_b0gBLCY_5bNybKyW0ceECuLdZ6n9DY5gWQK35h4Dq-PCofaVDOoKIhZR16uiUCpLAUajuX-fyv_kG2bGJU0U93_N0xFoSx02pwo3tJxvavrADxTuKo1TbFVq3sQ0YYeIt24sGpsFZ5I/s320/juleszz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373988190308778674" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzXOh8P-A9YGBD84VFQ2yl_nTtWWksxlQYQqikKUGDOIKrrxYShrk5GT6m4hqWJCDHCMshfs5Y3PiEURtFsYSgMpk8lNl2iLYEOyFSK4lEFxrx2cM1YbCa8NOna7tQFtivQ1Kd7Nf6DY/s1600-h/joemackdaddy.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzXOh8P-A9YGBD84VFQ2yl_nTtWWksxlQYQqikKUGDOIKrrxYShrk5GT6m4hqWJCDHCMshfs5Y3PiEURtFsYSgMpk8lNl2iLYEOyFSK4lEFxrx2cM1YbCa8NOna7tQFtivQ1Kd7Nf6DY/s320/joemackdaddy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373989644317697698" border="0" /></a><br />Joe was unsure of what to do when he was being fought over by two beautiful girls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-2jr_OuiW5l3r-dRdxUJplyAt5MDoF3XXHF-uSj-TU9G3juo7U4vawlGUJqavwkR-0QquKd7ND9RGp54JtJeGwCX6DBY-rs4kCnYrGVm6Pdj3OTqAWqbPpLK9bW6DAOVbLt3AsPPdw8/s1600-h/imsorry.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp-2jr_OuiW5l3r-dRdxUJplyAt5MDoF3XXHF-uSj-TU9G3juo7U4vawlGUJqavwkR-0QquKd7ND9RGp54JtJeGwCX6DBY-rs4kCnYrGVm6Pdj3OTqAWqbPpLK9bW6DAOVbLt3AsPPdw8/s320/imsorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373989573183449634" border="0" /></a><br />One of The Beautiful Girls and her Beautiful Mama<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvE9Gi6nMSg_57p9EUXege2ZCM_dS_EPz8k9vd_TcHIm4VAJ0sRpnnq3DKhYbmJTgghKWeTDRzrUk063dJla1zsAVcppB_lR7HhuEkR1qMnJGXDvng5eOOJphE8TL5-xVli8XwVbNwiFM/s1600-h/quebonita.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvE9Gi6nMSg_57p9EUXege2ZCM_dS_EPz8k9vd_TcHIm4VAJ0sRpnnq3DKhYbmJTgghKWeTDRzrUk063dJla1zsAVcppB_lR7HhuEkR1qMnJGXDvng5eOOJphE8TL5-xVli8XwVbNwiFM/s320/quebonita.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373989877127896226" /></a><br />The view from our room:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BLWjM5GvYr7kuc9SweZ20Ke2LK5Hj4BwP4YEAGvsboMTObAXxaPAFCEaveN-SoNbLlXHLH3urgens3I4aaGb5bm8l8J0Ujmr8m9KPtJzglKqmbY_COW9QJWu_jdGFzOTK4ChtAa8JtQ/s1600-h/view.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BLWjM5GvYr7kuc9SweZ20Ke2LK5Hj4BwP4YEAGvsboMTObAXxaPAFCEaveN-SoNbLlXHLH3urgens3I4aaGb5bm8l8J0Ujmr8m9KPtJzglKqmbY_COW9QJWu_jdGFzOTK4ChtAa8JtQ/s320/view.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373990089966435378" /></a><br /><br /><br />To BE CONTINUED: The rest of the trip, and what has gone on since then.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-16287110887974274532009-08-10T22:45:00.003-06:002009-08-10T22:46:54.556-06:00Semi-UpdateI really should post a longer post at some point soon, many many pictures and lots to say! But for now I give you this: Juliet is walking! She's getting so good that I suspect she'll be walking more than crawling within a few days. She's just amazing!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-66952917179240514972009-08-01T18:55:00.002-06:002009-08-01T18:57:41.875-06:00<object width="500" height="315"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uEOymqt96g&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2uEOymqt96g&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="315"></embed></object><br /><br />Paul Cardall created an awesome video and Juliet is in it! She's in the names that start with a J :-)</p><p></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-21177613502052817902009-07-14T12:04:00.002-06:002009-07-14T12:07:55.966-06:00<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I found this over at <a href="http://forevernevernalways1.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-i-say-i-am-christian.html">forevernevernalways</a></span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br />I'm not shouting "I am saved"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm whispering "I get lost!"</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"That is why I chose this way."</span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br />I don't speak of this with pride.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm confessing that I stumble</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and need someone to be my guide.</span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br />I'm not trying to be strong.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm professing that I'm weak</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and pray for strength to carry on.</span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br />I'm not bragging of success.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm admitting I have failed</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">and cannot ever pay the debt.</span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br />I'm not claiming to be perfect,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">my flaws are too visible</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">but God believes I'm worth it.</span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I still feel the sting of pain</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have my share of heartaches</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">which is why I seek His name.</span><br /><br />When I say..."I am a Christian"<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I do not wish to judge.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I have no authority.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">I only know I'm loved.<br /><br /></span></span><span>-Author Carol Wimmer - Copyright 1988<br /><br /><br />It is so true... So many times I think when people hear me say that I'm a Christian, that it means I am going to judge them, that I'm thinking I'm superior to them. It's so not true! It means I'm unable to live without my God. It means I'm weak and I need His strength. It means I'm flawed and I fail. It means I need to know I'm safe in His arms. It also means I'm capable of SO MUCH love.<br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-66502160689799612712009-07-07T16:27:00.001-06:002009-07-07T16:27:18.384-06:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hf2PWlPIABc&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hf2PWlPIABc&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />So, here are some pictures from the birthday party! Also included are pics from the weekends and such surrounding the party. Happy Birthday to my Joseph (turned 3 on the 25th of June) and my Juliet, who turned 1 today!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-14458815908670605042009-07-07T09:39:00.004-06:002009-07-07T09:46:28.991-06:00<p>This week's theme is a Favorite Photo. Here is one of mine:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GGX6XCqqVpK_uc8jYNg1HIzZkjAe9OcxLx9B1_F4cU8ZSoWxG75Vyjc6NMHcm2pwm3bXoXauwXDratJDfEGL-qcVKnTnZ4lNVJaG4UoKY8kZ8p3CO-sL7GoQnsxYB2CTochjQzFaB74/s1600-h/earlykids.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2GGX6XCqqVpK_uc8jYNg1HIzZkjAe9OcxLx9B1_F4cU8ZSoWxG75Vyjc6NMHcm2pwm3bXoXauwXDratJDfEGL-qcVKnTnZ4lNVJaG4UoKY8kZ8p3CO-sL7GoQnsxYB2CTochjQzFaB74/s320/earlykids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355744647678036162" border="0" /></a></p><p>I love this picture because when Juliet was that age, it was very rare to have them both look at the camera. She was freshly off of oxygen and a feeding tube. He was enjoying being able to touch and love on his Sissy, and I had just woken up from one of the few nights that I actually got to get a lot of sleep....<br /></p><a href="http://www.mcklinky.com/blog_hop.asp" target="_blank"><img src="http://www.mcklinky.com/images/MckLinkyBlogHop.jpg" alt="MckLinky Blog Hop" longdesc="http://www.brentriggs.com" width="300" border="0" height="98" /></a><br /><script src="http://www.mcklinky.com/linky_include_basic.asp?id=377" type="text/javascript"></script><br /><br /><br />In other news, I am going to try to post my pictures from their birthday after I<br />Clean this (computer) room,<br />Set up a turtle tank,<br />Clean the living room,<br />Laundry....<br />So who knows when that will be!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-35039610251122217852009-07-06T15:41:00.001-06:002009-07-06T15:42:42.768-06:00What a few weeks!Wow. We did a lot! We went to Lava, we went to Island Park... We had a lot of fun since I last posted- and most of all we had the kiddo's birthday party! <div><br /></div><div>Pictures to come!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-69169573547715623522009-06-12T16:25:00.005-06:002009-06-12T16:38:53.558-06:00Birthdays!First: Happy [early] Birthday to my DADDY! His birthday is tomorrow and I am ever so proud of my dad.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijH9Jb4OjDio_yr90JeSwbj90wRnxYfQ3Z9dwNgFc9ZmdRFddP_wRW3zJJd1OAuAT3rWbvX4ckgtemiFcHGDFXxa6glxtiTVtyZAwYlohhRko9bMav2MjT4Mxljy9wdmuAkutFzcIsVJ-O/s912/DSC_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 537px; height: 356px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijH9Jb4OjDio_yr90JeSwbj90wRnxYfQ3Z9dwNgFc9ZmdRFddP_wRW3zJJd1OAuAT3rWbvX4ckgtemiFcHGDFXxa6glxtiTVtyZAwYlohhRko9bMav2MjT4Mxljy9wdmuAkutFzcIsVJ-O/s912/DSC_0013.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />He rocks.<br />That is him, tired and weary at the hospital holding his grand-daughter as she was kept alive before her surgery.<br /><br />He rocks.<br /><br /><br />In other birthday news! The kiddos are having a birthday party together:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGPsOcibzTyeYMyf1sbCxiXfLDER_YNPulGV9DZ3D-oAeLSviC7gCiWEg6bAbMXzNvdZInwcJ0Htj5jauiBIsgm6ZeFNBlepe7vcyucILVw5UomPD52JtaPYO7AO_h4eMzCL6YDpnWJY/s1600-h/invitebassfafsfe.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhGPsOcibzTyeYMyf1sbCxiXfLDER_YNPulGV9DZ3D-oAeLSviC7gCiWEg6bAbMXzNvdZInwcJ0Htj5jauiBIsgm6ZeFNBlepe7vcyucILVw5UomPD52JtaPYO7AO_h4eMzCL6YDpnWJY/s320/invitebassfafsfe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346572395286150626" border="0" /></a>I am so proud of that invitation, you have <span style="font-style: italic;">no idea</span>.<br /><br />I made it entirely from pictures and digital scans of scrap paper and ribbons. The blotted out portions tell you that if you want to come you can comment and I'll give you details in some way that is not quite so public.<br /><br />**also: my twitter feed appears terribly broken. If you have any idea why, please comment! Much appreciated**<br /><br />** Also, redux: *facepalm* I cannot believe I made a mistake like that on the date. If only I'd noticed BEFORE I had them printed. I will have to decide if the mistake is worth the $4 to have them reprinted. That should read Thursday, July <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">2nd</span> 2009Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-55598565015356859622009-06-04T08:53:00.002-06:002009-06-04T10:33:37.194-06:00One of 'those' posts.I don't often do these, but here we go!<br /><br /><br /><strong>A</strong> - Age: 27<br /><strong>B</strong> - Bed size: Queen<br /><strong>C</strong> - Chore you hate: Animal dookie.<br /><strong>D</strong> - Dog's name: Peanut<br /><strong>E</strong> - Essential start your day item: Coffee. Lots of Coffee<br /><strong>F</strong> - Favorite color: Purple. Specifically lavender.<br /><strong>G</strong> - Gold or Silver: Silver<br /><strong>H</strong> - Height: 5'8"<br /><strong>I</strong> - Instruments you play: Used to play the Clarinet.<br /><strong>J</strong> - Job title: Stay at home mom right now. I do also work part time at Apple Athletic in exchange for membership.<br /><strong>K</strong> - Kid(s): 2<br /><strong>L</strong> - Living arrangements: Pretty house<br /><strong>M</strong> - Mom's name: June<br /><strong>N</strong> - Nicknames: Does "Honey" count? Though Matt does call me "Sweetness" as well.<br /><strong>O</strong> - Overnight hospital stay: Too many to count? Ok.. so ... I'll do reasons: Car accident when I was 12. Kidney stones when I was 9 mos pregnant (2 wk stay) with my son, and then after his birth a few days later. Kidney infection. After giving birth to my daughter. After my daughter's heart surgery during the room-in. Hehe...<br /><strong>P</strong> - Pet Peeve: Improper use of apostrophes. "G**d**n it" being used. "Jesus F*ng Christ" being used. Towels rubbing together.<br /><strong>Q</strong> - Quote from a movie: "All you need is love" Moulin Rouge<br /><strong>R</strong> - Right or left handed: Right<br /><strong>S</strong> - Siblings: Do in-laws count? I have no blood siblings, but I have an amazing brother and sister in law and their families.<br /><strong>T</strong> - Time you wake up: Depends. Did Joe fall asleep on time or later?<br /><strong>U</strong> - Underwear: ?? What kind of question is that? I wear a nursing bra.<br /><strong>V</strong> - Vegetable you dislike: Bitter lettuces. LOVE spinach, romaine and now mountain spinach.<br /><strong>W</strong> - Ways/Reasons you run late: Always kids. Don't run late all that often though.<br /><strong>X</strong> - X-rays you've had: Um. Hehehehe... Leg, neck, abdomen, and MRI of head.<br /><strong>Y</strong> - Yummy food you make: Spanakopitas!!!!!<br /><strong>Z</strong> - Zoo animals you like: All the big cats.<br /><br />We took some pics recently that I'll post.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-16839194416898201242009-05-29T21:55:00.004-06:002009-05-29T22:09:32.180-06:00We're going to be on TVOk, so we're going to be on TV. Seriously! On Sunday, sometime between 9:00 and 9:30 AM we'll be interviewed by <a href="http://www.kidk.com/">KIDK Channel 3</a>. It's all part of the <a href="http://www.kidk.com/news/local/46501957.html">Telethon</a> they are having to raise money for the <a href="http://www.plan.gs/Home.do?orgId=5132">Primary Children's Medical Center Foundation</a>. We're delighted and all, considering <a href="http://intermountainhealthcare.org/hospitals/primarychildrens/Pages/home.aspx">Primary Children's </a>Medical Center<a href="http://www.pedcardiology.utah.edu/"> staff</a> saved <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/TheSlats/Juliet#">our daughter's life</a>.<br /><br />Here's the simple diagram I came up with to explain her defect, and how they fixed it. :-D<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSY6fk8JPHyQvy-JrJ82Pqv6H7rKLy8sdTdmLMdY8YDBvmT4PRr8cLZ0ayQ6-7f3qL1R0WREAHOymTmbxP4wswE2rGTycGEzeFeLf9BhU_oxfRo68iSVkTrSNiWnnUOqcQTKxUFv8vog/s576/TGA.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSY6fk8JPHyQvy-JrJ82Pqv6H7rKLy8sdTdmLMdY8YDBvmT4PRr8cLZ0ayQ6-7f3qL1R0WREAHOymTmbxP4wswE2rGTycGEzeFeLf9BhU_oxfRo68iSVkTrSNiWnnUOqcQTKxUFv8vog/s576/TGA.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-610689954205826392.post-5141326624751200112009-05-26T18:55:00.003-06:002009-05-26T18:59:26.297-06:00Rest in peace....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsH1IG386EjVR7md3REFjpQIGm_hXyerb5TS8JDgxrGk6ydwiQEbUqWkw3r1dqEPQKfoFDlsmBvKG9wyuBbDwdox7mM4ttmfDE2k2uvR373itYZBhX_SpzI5NmF90ufYg98V7apx_SN80/s1600-h/4692_104009871720_581031720_2292045_3830759_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsH1IG386EjVR7md3REFjpQIGm_hXyerb5TS8JDgxrGk6ydwiQEbUqWkw3r1dqEPQKfoFDlsmBvKG9wyuBbDwdox7mM4ttmfDE2k2uvR373itYZBhX_SpzI5NmF90ufYg98V7apx_SN80/s320/4692_104009871720_581031720_2292045_3830759_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340301098774148658" border="0" /></a>Well.... My grandma has gone home to Jesus. This picture is of the first few moments that she saw her pooch- Bonnie- the day before her passing. She was an AMAZING woman who was always so generous and kind. In this picture: FOUR generations! Grandma, my Mom, Myself and my daughter. Four whole generations of women! Amazing, eh?<br /><br />We were there for her last moments. It was very hard, and I contemplated walking about five miles after it was all over, but opted to just sort of walk in circles. Heh. Life is so full of so many things, and I can say my grandma Nonie lived a VERY full life. 88 (ALMOST 89) years of amazing life. <br /><br />*toast* Here's to Grandma!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1