tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29786324325153486622024-03-02T17:46:52.823-08:00Love Letters in the SandMindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.comBlogger139125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-79766528081006700932011-02-14T15:36:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:40:52.778-08:00Learning To Enjoy The Journey<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span><span><span>This is from a talk that was given in church yesterday. Unless you're a Mormon, you probably won't find it all that funny...</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span></span><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br />Happiness Is Right Now</span><br /></span></div><br />Being twelve-years-old is a drag: I hate being a Boy Scout and I hate these long hikes. If I were only like my brother and I could go to High School and have a car and drive everywhere instead of walking, then I would be happy.<br /><br />Gee, High School is a drag: Test every week. Sally likes you, not me. Gas costs so much and Mom and Dad never let me have the car. College would be an easy life. No parents to bug me. Then I would be happy.<br /><br />Boy, I sure wish Mom and Dad were here: Mom could fix me a good, hot meal. So much homework. Never have any time. But soon I’ll be on a mission, that would be great! And I hope I go to a foreign country so I can go to the MTC and learn a new language. Then I’ll be happy.<br /><br />If only I’d gone to an English speaking mission: Life here in the MTC is really a drag. I can’t pass off discussion 3. Get up just in time to polish my shoes and get to class in time to have an Elder step on them. Have to cut my hair every two weeks. I got a Dear John that everyone seemed to think was very funny. Spend three hours in the lunch line and can’t say “families” correctly. I can’t wait to get into the mission field to be with people and to teach them! Then I will be happy.<br /><br />Boy, what I’d give to be back in the MTC where at least if I did speak English, someone could understand me. Here I sit in the meat markets of Uraguay and wonder what my girlfriend is doing. Wonder what Mom’s cooking for supper. Can’t really wait to get home again, get into life, get married, have some kids- really want some kids- and then I’ll be happy and life will be good like I always dreamed!<br /><br />These kids are a pain! Always getting into stuff. Business is bad, never have a minute to myself anymore. The kids always need this or that. When I retire, and have all day at home with my wife, then I’ll be happy and life will be good like I always dreamed.<br /><br />Boy, I wish those kids would come home and visit sometimes. The place seems so empty with everyone gone. There’s nothing to do. Don’t have the strength and enthusiasm I used to. Gee, I wish I was a Boy Scout again. I remember when I was twelve-years-old and a Boy Scout. Those were the best days of my life…….Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-65716612358651177522010-10-14T14:29:00.000-07:002010-10-14T14:36:14.671-07:00The Top 10 Reasons Why Trick or Treating Is Better Than Sex<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The Top 10 Reasons Why Trick or Treating Is Better Than Sex</span><br /></span><br />1. You are guaranteed to get at least a little something in the sack.<br /><br />2. If you get tired, you can wait 10 minutes and go at it again.<br /><br />3. The uglier you look the easier it is to get some.<br /><br />4. You don't have to compliment the person who gives you some.<br /><br />5. It's ok when the person you're with fantasizes you're someone else, because you are.<br /><br />6. Forty years from now you'll still enjoy candy.<br /><br />7. If you don't like what you get, you can always go next door.<br /><br />8. It doesn't matter if the kids hear you moaning and groaning.<br /><br />9. Less guilt the morning after.<br /><br />10. YOU CAN DO THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD!!!<br /></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-1395392549197033152010-10-07T08:24:00.001-07:002010-10-07T08:33:47.037-07:00Spiritual Thought For The Week<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">God hath not promised<br />Skies always blue,<br />Flower-strewn pathways<br />All our lives through;<br />God hath not promised<br />Sun without rain,<br />Joy without sorrow,<br />Peace without pain.<br /><br />But God hath promised<br />Strength for the day,<br />Rest for the labor,<br />Light for the way.<br />Grace for the trials,<br />Help from above,<br />Unfailing sympathy,<br />Undying love....<br /></span></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-10697671328976069552010-07-19T20:30:00.000-07:002010-07-22T15:57:12.747-07:00Mutton Bustin'- July 18 2010This year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Arco's</span> big weekend, "Atomic Days," was July 17-19. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roudy</span> got selected to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Pugent</span> Sound with work that weekend, but the kids and I headed to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Arco</span> and stayed with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Roudy's</span> parents anyway. Before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Roudy</span> left he tried to talk all the kids into doing the Mutton <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Bustin</span>' at the rodeo. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Trason</span> was all for it, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Jordy</span> wasn't having any part of it, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Jaxon</span> said maybe- he was sort of uninterested since he won it two years ago. Friday night we got to the Rodeo and none of the kids would do it no matter what I tried to bribe them with. So they watched the other kids ride the sheep and then both boys decided maybe they would try it on Saturday night.<br /> Saturday morning <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Arco</span> always has a big parade. A plane <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">flys </span>very close to the ground and drops 1000 ping pong balls onto Main street. The kids gather as many as they can and then after the parade is over they take them to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Sheriff's</span> Office and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">receive</span> a 50 cent piece for each ball they turn in. So, Friday night this was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Trason's</span> prayer, "Please help me to get lots of candy in the parade tomorrow. Please help me to hang on tight when I ride that sheep. Amen" It was so funny to hear what he had on his mind.<br /> Saturday when we get to the rodeo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Trason</span> kept going back and forth on whether or not he wanted to ride a sheep. I signed both boys up anyway and thought they could back out later if they wanted to. I took the boys over to the shoots and let them watch a few of the kids ride. By that point <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Trason</span> decided there was no way he was riding a sheep! So, I threw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Jaxon</span> down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Roudy's</span> dad, who always helps with the rodeo, and he rode awesome! He got 78 points - the highest score of both nights! Then they were looking for another rider and none of the kids were wanting to go, so I threw <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">Trason</span> down into the shoots with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Roudy's</span> dad. Before he even knew what was happening he was on a sheep- and every bit as quickly was thrown off and rolled over! He was so mad! The announcer says, "Boy, he's not very happy with you, mom!" He had dirt up his nose, all over his face, in his hair...everywhere! He wasn't mad very long and decided that he was glad he did it. He was running back over to the stands where grandma and his cousins were sitting and he jumped up in the air and yelled, "I nailed it!" I about died laughing. He didn't "nail it"- got got 41 points!<br /> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Jaxon</span> had to do a ride off with the other 6 highest scores. He still rode the farthest and longest, but he slipped a little to the side that time. After he finally fell off the announcer yells, "Man oh man that kids got some grip!" The whole crowd was screaming for him. It was pretty awesome! But because he fell to the side he only got 69 points. There was a little girl that rode after him who got 81 points because her sheep jumped when it came out of the shoots. She fell off, but I think they let her win because she was littler. I put some video coverage on because the boys wanted me to, but it's not good coverage. I couldn't go out into the arena to record because I had to be at the shoots with the boys, so I recorded from there. Plus I just recorded with my point and shoot camera.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">Jaxon</span> waiting for his turn during the "Ride Off." All of the other kids were dressed in wranglers and cowboy boots and hats and chaps and the whole nine yards. I love that my little city slicker went in there and rode the best! Two years ago when he won it, he was wearing a cut off shirt and shorts and sandals! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOW8hKrjhfdqIbxrxiBfmEskGRO4kmYEcI1nJw8RsJLwb5qjRnurcmiKIN6gBMq9ykx9GKk5s6CgcIBJTE2TcjO97Kb_feg-HqVNvadrcPtHVyzcJEhl8jByHoo7tPcJKRToTnT0NMK8ez/s1600/summer+2010+041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOW8hKrjhfdqIbxrxiBfmEskGRO4kmYEcI1nJw8RsJLwb5qjRnurcmiKIN6gBMq9ykx9GKk5s6CgcIBJTE2TcjO97Kb_feg-HqVNvadrcPtHVyzcJEhl8jByHoo7tPcJKRToTnT0NMK8ez/s400/summer+2010+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495826704639252498" border="0" /></a>Excited to ride<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzihaGnzbKvQOYd-7g84Z0eGsz7XDnxmrd6wauemUpmxUgT_Gdt-gyYcsQJJafLEc1tVKL1UfXnPyUkzuSBMysY-XLqz-55-LgESkyOnHGoUBKTH2GLqoXpmYfooB2ayTA3eRpI0IpuTYN/s1600/summer+2010+040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzihaGnzbKvQOYd-7g84Z0eGsz7XDnxmrd6wauemUpmxUgT_Gdt-gyYcsQJJafLEc1tVKL1UfXnPyUkzuSBMysY-XLqz-55-LgESkyOnHGoUBKTH2GLqoXpmYfooB2ayTA3eRpI0IpuTYN/s400/summer+2010+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495826699874640626" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Jordy</span> Sue watching her brothers (and looking like a rugrat!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zkdE985O1aWufw3qWkfjlGP2mp_ZDD9H67hs4U_Xgv_QtwYBkZMTVquUTdTOFqkedcKKW6I98-ypou_AS41-UaqQS1FFGKTH5xIGJKmvuKLlaqNLuffAV-Dn2frTaPdyY6O8JLO1_lgJ/s1600/summer+2010+031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1zkdE985O1aWufw3qWkfjlGP2mp_ZDD9H67hs4U_Xgv_QtwYBkZMTVquUTdTOFqkedcKKW6I98-ypou_AS41-UaqQS1FFGKTH5xIGJKmvuKLlaqNLuffAV-Dn2frTaPdyY6O8JLO1_lgJ/s400/summer+2010+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495826694662954738" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Trason's</span> face after he got rolled by the sheep! This picture really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">doesn't</span>' even do him justice!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8Z_DBzGl6XWIms1IZhzqKRKRrqNtds0V0up9-LxhSo873jxEI5derRHxCbVsK9_EBdwnudHC48cf3vyRzxUbppj3kIStTsNcoqgF0masjlV9eJypNkBo_12JNWYNnRfO4W0yu3teQbVp/s1600/summer+2010+027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8Z_DBzGl6XWIms1IZhzqKRKRrqNtds0V0up9-LxhSo873jxEI5derRHxCbVsK9_EBdwnudHC48cf3vyRzxUbppj3kIStTsNcoqgF0masjlV9eJypNkBo_12JNWYNnRfO4W0yu3teQbVp/s400/summer+2010+027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495826682807740930" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwJEaj4IRr_eQGX8M3ru034MK4U8NQAEJfRAeWgxr7iq8wnbWVNYXBOUi6jz7hVh1fzsstoV-11x3SgR9cw0g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwXCOzImQU8-P6R3LTiUJGgAihKTY8Vg_HDBHu7gHPYabJfZwilnn-ECXC5IrO_wlLdmyWwTV6dfN_yQURHQw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxw5EdsJDjlLSh6vJOg7pgM_4ZwOnuG6vzi6nucoVGxTthVV8MfNX_fzrUCNnNemMIJg422_Eic9Hg3jUWZgQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-67550259253703908952010-03-19T13:23:00.000-07:002010-03-20T09:35:38.126-07:00Pinewood Derby 2010<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jaxon</span> turned 8 in December, which means he's now old enough to be a Cub Scout. With that comes the Pinewood Derby. Each boy makes a car out of a block of wood and then they race it down the track. Can I just say how silly I think this tradition is? There isn't a mother out there that would let their 8 year old son use the tools needed to make a car out of a wood. So the dad's get stuck with making the car, usually the night before "weigh-ins." All that being said, it's still a good time! :) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roudy</span> took <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jaxon's</span> block of wood out to work and had one of the carpenters cut it into a "car." The guy that helped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Roudy</span> has made 9 winning cars and he's even won State once. (I had no idea there was "State" for the Pinewood Derby.) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jaxon</span> had an awesome car and we couldn't wait to see it race.....except once we got there we realized that it wasn't rolling straight. It kept pulling to the left, which made it rub on the track. Needless to say, he didn't win any of the races. He got 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nd</span> a couple times, but that was it. When we got home <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Roudy</span> took the wheels off switched them around......and the car rolled straight. Oh well. Live and learn, right?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jaxon</span> with his car<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8syxkf-0ealeXiuCosuC__pP2tu2_hd-o4BlrSbQWgPhnr8JZoubQtAM7llX3Hkible16pzQiRwGytHWtBWtw2N5SvUYulnd4UPa8hyphenhyphenjK03s-bh2YqerYWRLTWccjTMa2VL37CBS7mC8o/s1600-h/243.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8syxkf-0ealeXiuCosuC__pP2tu2_hd-o4BlrSbQWgPhnr8JZoubQtAM7llX3Hkible16pzQiRwGytHWtBWtw2N5SvUYulnd4UPa8hyphenhyphenjK03s-bh2YqerYWRLTWccjTMa2VL37CBS7mC8o/s400/243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450443646058474434" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQjXBV-MkbUa2aaeq7PdQhUmQMP1bs9Im6HWepdJPnVOkGAW_DH32VOIIrPAriIS-gQ3lCem22m7Unfb0ocXS3t_n_1SSmGXm8025v9ChmindT7guGXHD78aCk1SyvUFBJ89xghemY4OT/s1600-h/242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQjXBV-MkbUa2aaeq7PdQhUmQMP1bs9Im6HWepdJPnVOkGAW_DH32VOIIrPAriIS-gQ3lCem22m7Unfb0ocXS3t_n_1SSmGXm8025v9ChmindT7guGXHD78aCk1SyvUFBJ89xghemY4OT/s400/242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450443656642121074" border="0" /></a>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-14489191744857129642010-02-15T09:07:00.000-08:002010-02-15T17:38:26.187-08:00Jaxon's Baptism- February 6, 2010I was ready to completely abandon my blog. I've missed so much and the thought of trying to catch up totally overwhelms me. So here's a quick update. Christmas was good. Jaxon's birthday was good. We sold all of the really cute puppies. Roudy's been having health problems for about a month. I turned 28. Jaxon got baptized. Roudy turned 37 (It's almost time to trade him in for two twenties!) Valentines Day was good, but it marks a YEAR of me asking for nothing more than a love note....and still not getting one. (Yep...still nagging, babe.) I'm not even going to try and post all the pictures from the last couple months, but I am going to post some pictures from Jaxon's baptism so I don't forget this special day.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jaxon in his new suit that Grandpa Joe and Grandma Mie got him. So handsome!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid86Y9D-8labMjnqn6r6dpPVMMtuIslrYQjnKZ4xpLOJBRJ_ejja34HITQAsi7-w1pIwrqg2q-dy9j-axuusAJrRvw0QZKUFRJg1YF2P1xWlrXagc7nx2N1zbYObRfK7KlKp0PhZzK9bHe/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid86Y9D-8labMjnqn6r6dpPVMMtuIslrYQjnKZ4xpLOJBRJ_ejja34HITQAsi7-w1pIwrqg2q-dy9j-axuusAJrRvw0QZKUFRJg1YF2P1xWlrXagc7nx2N1zbYObRfK7KlKp0PhZzK9bHe/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438522415780105138" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZ-_YSoqE9xcJPoV_PuSzct5Sg8KaN-IQXRWd5YQgddLHH0I-0F_-PtXyXyzH6-OMercInJjI7OUUO9Ca43yTqcuWtKvZx4M6p7hc7nYx-qX2oAttPzzIVE0z6oiva1JJ0AMZLOnbnUe5/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+016.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioZ-_YSoqE9xcJPoV_PuSzct5Sg8KaN-IQXRWd5YQgddLHH0I-0F_-PtXyXyzH6-OMercInJjI7OUUO9Ca43yTqcuWtKvZx4M6p7hc7nYx-qX2oAttPzzIVE0z6oiva1JJ0AMZLOnbnUe5/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526429794796482" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgogbBSAIPvX5UnlT4DjS9jtmzRBsx5xX8VxEKaNcfbCUN8Yxn0Ag-ZoFhI3Ao1tIhoko_PcUp_9llQrtdJjZSKYLCdhU1l_85PbPed0CdhPiuPFd0Kzc7MvO4y3JXdSFNHZGEeVd52Cu/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIgogbBSAIPvX5UnlT4DjS9jtmzRBsx5xX8VxEKaNcfbCUN8Yxn0Ag-ZoFhI3Ao1tIhoko_PcUp_9llQrtdJjZSKYLCdhU1l_85PbPed0CdhPiuPFd0Kzc7MvO4y3JXdSFNHZGEeVd52Cu/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438522425507337010" border="0" /></a><br />The proud parents<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRPU0IBALNNg1UFh8p4zTVzxYp8-NkWPtpi4MN8OuUv5zTGr_X7LecIdoPCH6FF4dH_lXQxCUyyqzxXZySWnLsaQ9KT_UoJ7XBI31ULfzsBe0mIa-j3lLWS33xGUHhgvJyfIwn23mbKYB/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRPU0IBALNNg1UFh8p4zTVzxYp8-NkWPtpi4MN8OuUv5zTGr_X7LecIdoPCH6FF4dH_lXQxCUyyqzxXZySWnLsaQ9KT_UoJ7XBI31ULfzsBe0mIa-j3lLWS33xGUHhgvJyfIwn23mbKYB/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438522441319894594" border="0" /></a>Jaxon was baptized by his Grandpa Ray<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMGMd7UfRlyZsxp5DL9rXy2kN1m7BctZZMy1hcnCuHznzvstSK3qKa-vAaPBeEdHyu0DsTZZFIIzU3p81oTc4h_Xk3T_1sluqkQZGV9W-ZXWh5IXJpe8JXmMvvn22RatsDakl2C9jqjAH/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMGMd7UfRlyZsxp5DL9rXy2kN1m7BctZZMy1hcnCuHznzvstSK3qKa-vAaPBeEdHyu0DsTZZFIIzU3p81oTc4h_Xk3T_1sluqkQZGV9W-ZXWh5IXJpe8JXmMvvn22RatsDakl2C9jqjAH/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438526979443225298" border="0" /></a>Jaxon was confirmed by his Grandpa Joe<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqX3910Ixc1bfMBAuJDbWOATplUIphZUvmx73vdI-VkdNwEEgXBUAXUPu7XR2__zCValnyUFX4b3FQTJx6uGkbWG4SHOzR-mHkzahELwvfDr1cQH9YIPCJyIEvyAbFPlikCthFTZFD4xF7/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqX3910Ixc1bfMBAuJDbWOATplUIphZUvmx73vdI-VkdNwEEgXBUAXUPu7XR2__zCValnyUFX4b3FQTJx6uGkbWG4SHOzR-mHkzahELwvfDr1cQH9YIPCJyIEvyAbFPlikCthFTZFD4xF7/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523242075927858" border="0" /></a><br />Grandpa Joe and Uncle Josh were the witnesses <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Aj9iEuBclQSPNj_7dfe7ZYH3s-1wqCnrhJ3iui74DkftfkEKC4aNIi_XvdZMakjkqZz3FEXFK7M1Tjm5G6ocVo3ht1rhPJs9Ul41f_7dK-MpuYig5SC1SU4z38J1hWwmk9kszeremBiM/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Aj9iEuBclQSPNj_7dfe7ZYH3s-1wqCnrhJ3iui74DkftfkEKC4aNIi_XvdZMakjkqZz3FEXFK7M1Tjm5G6ocVo3ht1rhPJs9Ul41f_7dK-MpuYig5SC1SU4z38J1hWwmk9kszeremBiM/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523707118531122" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon got his very own set of scriptures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupfZypjaaRKkki4-7c5T3h59H2YMhm1wNg50CG9Y5Ln2W_QuTMP044W4d2dt8p6wVHm37yQjoW_XjZPmtYELVG2liYywx2MTh_tv_8C6oPTyZ_7QMO8fE4hD4l3OEzqgwvBILCk4WAGd4/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiupfZypjaaRKkki4-7c5T3h59H2YMhm1wNg50CG9Y5Ln2W_QuTMP044W4d2dt8p6wVHm37yQjoW_XjZPmtYELVG2liYywx2MTh_tv_8C6oPTyZ_7QMO8fE4hD4l3OEzqgwvBILCk4WAGd4/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523216181496738" border="0" /></a><br />And, of course, his scripture case had to be camouflage!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcFYRnYdXZfdFcruJu6zSXiv_obf8YoURiz8gmbM-dOjaMudwUqVDeGGLQ5SgvFcSlvMMV2tcUHrJAW-s0ovHbvAYhHUVH8AtQVp0rAtGEPjSZHpuGqfY9GClXD9p_uVfE9OfNaYn7HuH/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPcFYRnYdXZfdFcruJu6zSXiv_obf8YoURiz8gmbM-dOjaMudwUqVDeGGLQ5SgvFcSlvMMV2tcUHrJAW-s0ovHbvAYhHUVH8AtQVp0rAtGEPjSZHpuGqfY9GClXD9p_uVfE9OfNaYn7HuH/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523221625262242" border="0" /></a>All of the kids from the Anderson side<br />Jordyn, Haylie, Jace, Jaxon, Jozlyn, Madison, and Trason<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-BFg6Hq4ECFNq-VOtP1_AAaIww8TKuQxMobJSTUjxvwiUizcYs4rvjdS91RPY78yX3VVjZyggsOG3HXED7Yqu4tSadc3TnO0ix1F2G3S2oooh7YANYXm5qQ5uzCaXWT9n6ICq5uLBq6W/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU-BFg6Hq4ECFNq-VOtP1_AAaIww8TKuQxMobJSTUjxvwiUizcYs4rvjdS91RPY78yX3VVjZyggsOG3HXED7Yqu4tSadc3TnO0ix1F2G3S2oooh7YANYXm5qQ5uzCaXWT9n6ICq5uLBq6W/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523231009075874" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon's great-grandparents- Sharon and Claude Storer<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9MQ-9zprORjupUFAEK2Knaefl5c0wmkKMX3k3Zii55T9GehnOU2Xb3ybsrTRmmthVKgtxRsYTlUQT0woHoEAa1KHOpJkgZ1V5AHdL1bdJjFzQBDYLzGF8qM3_H6bvh2-xSyhc9XTElpE/s1600-h/Jaxon's+baptism+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS9MQ-9zprORjupUFAEK2Knaefl5c0wmkKMX3k3Zii55T9GehnOU2Xb3ybsrTRmmthVKgtxRsYTlUQT0woHoEAa1KHOpJkgZ1V5AHdL1bdJjFzQBDYLzGF8qM3_H6bvh2-xSyhc9XTElpE/s400/Jaxon's+baptism+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438523699893118338" border="0" /></a></div>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-8650103134034334412009-12-14T08:21:00.000-08:002009-12-14T08:24:47.734-08:00PuppiesHere's a picture of our puppies whelped Thanksgiving Day 2009! If you know anybody interested in a Chocolate Lab puppy send them over to <a href="http://pepsiaddiction.blogspot.com">pepsiaddiction.blogspot.com</a> for more information.<span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdL93cAAK8UDW-m-fZ9MmwO06B0x0vUlzR8PZlmMO9D6ThyphenhyphenPpUnzd-a2OryjjJ3B_MOiAGRG93MbMZZeCqohmecGh9davsCzdoSUWAlRoLqEM34fbFfl-xVFFwLI88pdORQVTMN2q-jpo/s1600-h/puppies+041.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdL93cAAK8UDW-m-fZ9MmwO06B0x0vUlzR8PZlmMO9D6ThyphenhyphenPpUnzd-a2OryjjJ3B_MOiAGRG93MbMZZeCqohmecGh9davsCzdoSUWAlRoLqEM34fbFfl-xVFFwLI88pdORQVTMN2q-jpo/s400/puppies+041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415127968188342354" border="0" /></a>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-66990286372493136722009-11-23T14:12:00.000-08:002009-11-23T14:42:11.821-08:00The Tire Story1. I'm thankful I'm married to a man that still gives me butterflies after 9 years together!<br /><br />2. I'm thankful my mom bought all my kids their Christmas outfits for church. Now I don't have to magically come up with an extra couple hundred dollars !<br /><br />3. I'm thankful that we didn't have to wait too long for our h1n1 flu shots. We were number 193 in line and we were out of there within 20 minutes of the clinic starting!<br /><br />4. I'm thankful the city people had our road sanded before I had to leave this morning. There is absolutely no way I could make it up and down this hill without the road being sanded!<br /><br />5. I'm thankful we found <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Roudy</span> some (almost) new tires at a great price! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roudy</span> has been needing new tires for quite a while. When he was hunting, he got a flat tire two different times from simply driving over a sharp rock. A friend of ours told us about this place that sells used tires at a fraction of the cost. So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Roudy</span> went and checked it out and the only tires they had in the size he needed were crap. So, he put his name on a waiting list and kind of forgot about it. Meanwhile, we checked the price at Big O Tires for the same tires <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Roudy</span> has now...$170.00 A TIRE. Holy crap how are we supposed to come up with an extra $700.00 for tires at Christmas time? So, we kind of blow off the tire thing for a while. Then, out of the blue, I get a call from the used tire place saying they have some tires that are the right size and there is about 80% tread left! I went and looked at them, because it's first come, first serve, and called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Roudy</span> to tell him the details. I told him, "They are BF Goodrich, an aggressive all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">terrain</span> tire, blah, blah, blah." Turns out that is one of the best tires you can buy. So I bought them. $150.00 for all four! As I was paying, I told the lady, "I'm so glad you called me!" and she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">says</span>, "Well, I've got a really long list of people to call and today I decided to start at the bottom of the list, so you were the first people I called." You can call it coincidence if you want......I feel blessed.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-53737558110172779372009-11-20T16:41:00.000-08:002009-11-20T16:52:16.757-08:00My 5 For The Day1. I'm thankful for good friends.<br /><br />2. I'm thankful for a (much needed) haircut and color. The girl that cuts my hair is amazing! I honestly get stopped, on average, three times a week by people wanting to know who cuts my hair. Michelle, my stylist, gets all the credit. Love. Her.<br /><br />3. I'm thankful for the DVD player in my car. It saves my life on errand running days.<br /><br />4. I'm thankful for my brother's choice to serve a mission. Not only is it the best thing he has ever done for himself, I'm thankful for the example he's setting for my children.<br /><br />5. I'm thankful there is going to be a h1n1 flu shot clinic tomorrow. I've been worried about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jaxon</span> getting it with his asthma. Hopefully we won't have to stand in line too long!Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-70747282310187544142009-11-18T17:37:00.000-08:002009-11-18T17:50:47.226-08:005 More<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. I'm thankful for frozen waffles. It's the only thing that gets the kids out the door by 7:45 am. There's no way I could get the kids showered, hair blow <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dryed</span>, dressed, fed, lunches made, etc... if I had to actually make breakfast.<br /><br />2. I'm thankful for pajama pants. I only put on jeans if I have to leave the house. Then I come home and the first thing I do is put on my pajama pants. It's all about comfort, baby!<br /><br />3. I'm thankful I was at the right place at the right time today. I found cute little sterling silver necklaces at Macy's that were originally $50.00-$70.00....and I got them for $5.99 each! I spent around $50.00 and saved almost $400.00! And, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jordyn</span> has a sterling silver necklace for every birthday party she will ever go to......<br /><br />4. I'm thankful my mom took <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Trason</span> today so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jordy</span> and I could have a girl's lunch. We went to Johnny <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Carinos</span> where she got an Italian Soda and Pizza... and like any great girls lunch, we ordered chocolate cake and ice cream for dessert!<br /><br />5. I'm thankful it's only 13 minutes until bedtime!!<br /></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-25187606786990924142009-11-17T12:27:00.000-08:002009-11-17T12:36:24.669-08:00I'm Thankful For.....<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">1. My appliances. That includes....my dishwasher, my fridge, my washer and dryer, my microwave and everything else that makes my life easier!<br /><br />2. Paper towels. Whoever invented paper towels is a genius!<br /><br />3. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Redbox</span>. I can rent the kids a movie for a dollar and have an afternoon to get stuff done without being interrupted! (aka, cheap babysitting!)<br /><br />4. A husband that is supportive of my (<span style="font-size:78%;">very expensive</span>) Green Tea HP habit. Have I ever mentioned that I can't live without it? I'm a junkie.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">5. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Trason's</span> preschool teacher. She gives both me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Trason</span> a much needed break!</span><br /></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-88005273327334703202009-11-16T10:04:00.000-08:002009-11-16T10:13:55.232-08:00My 5 For The Day<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1. </span>I'm thankful it's payday!! Who doesn't love payday?<br /><br />2. I'm thankful for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Roudy's</span> family who came to I.F. over the weekend and showed us a great time! Seriously....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roudy's</span> mom knows how to party. First we watched Shay's basketball game, then we went to the museum, then we went to Olive Garden, then we went to Barnes and Noble for Italian soda's, and then we went and saw "The Christmas Carol" at the movie theater, then we went to get a cinnamon roll at Mrs. Powell's, and then we went back to our house for a little dance party with the kids. The kids were on top of the world for a day! :)<br /><br />3. I'm thankful for a great step aerobics teacher at the gym. After all of the partying we did over the weekend, I need somebody to whip me back into shape!<br /><br />4. I'm thankful for my church calling. I know I complain about it a lot, but it really has been a blessing in my life. If nothing else, it gets me and the kids to church on the days I would much rather stay home in my p.j.'s......and I'm never sorry I went.<br /><br />5. I'm thankful for a Saviour who knows us better than we know ourselves and knows what trials and what blessings we need in order to reach our full potential.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-85273710447296041112009-11-13T06:57:00.000-08:002009-11-13T07:09:15.564-08:00This Is Getting A Little Harder.....I never imagined that thinking of just 5 small things a day to be thankful for could be difficult. I guess it's a good thing I took on this little assignment. Apparently I need to slow down and realize all the blessings, big and little, that I have.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">1. I'm thankful the kids don't have school today! Even though we didn't really sleep in, it's nice to just lay around in our p.j.'s for as long as we want!<br /><br />2. I'm thankful for my sister/best friend. I usually call her first thing in the morning and then several more times throughout the day. If I didn't have her to call, I probably wouldn't have an adult conversation all day long. (Plus, she stood up for me at wrestling last night even though I was a </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:78%;">little</span> out of control...)<br /><br />3. I'm thankful for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sugardoodle</span> website. It makes planning my Primary lesson so much easier!<br /><br />4. I'm thankful for the Paramount movie theater. If I want to take my family to a movie at the "big theater" it costs about $50.00 by the time you buy 1 large popcorn and 1 large drink to share. At the Paramount, we can go for about $20.00.<br /><br />5. I'm thankful for my husband who takes us out to eat every Friday night so that I don't have to cook!<br /></span><br /></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-56453844714842868472009-11-12T08:38:00.000-08:002009-11-12T08:43:27.088-08:00My 5 For The Day<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1. I'm thankful for hats because some days I just can't stand the thoughts of doing my hair!<br /><br />2. I'm thankful for Insurance. I had to take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jordyn</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Trason</span> to get cavities fixed yesterday and my $150.00 bill just as easily could have been a $600.00 bill.<br /><br />3. I'm thankful for Ibuprofen. Heaven knows I'm going to need it after the leg/butt workout I did this morning!<br /><br />4. I'm thankful for the bus driver that comes and gets my kids at 7:45 am, so I don't have to get them to school that early!<br /><br />5. I'm thankful for my furnace. It's freaking cold today!<br /></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-68045067635244587762009-11-11T08:56:00.000-08:002009-11-11T09:06:49.584-08:005 More Things I'm Grateful For....<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">1. Our Veterans. I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">grateful for all the people who have served our country and all the people who continue to keep our country safe and free. I know it's a huge sacrifice for them and their families.<br /><br />2. I'm grateful for the daycare at the gym. They only charge $1.75 and I get 75 minutes of uninterrupted workout time. Can't beat that!<br /><br />3. I'm grateful gas prices aren't sky high. Sure, they aren't low, but at least we aren't paying $4.00 a gallon again.<br /><br />4. I'm thankful we don't have wrestling practice tonight! Three nights a week is a lot for both the kids and the parents.<br /><br />5. I'm thankful for makeup to cover up the monster zit I have right now. Okay, it doesn't even come close to covering it up, but at least I can try! :)<br /></span></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-36175641374444606712009-11-10T14:35:00.000-08:002009-11-10T15:18:27.304-08:00Lets Start Over, Shall We?So.......I haven't posted in a really long time. Every time I think about my abandoned blog I have a mini panic attack. Seriously. I have so much to catch up on. There's the fair, the Boise vs. Oregon game we took <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jaxon</span> to, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Roudy's</span> elk, my first deer, Trason's first wrestling match....just to name a few. So, I decided to forget about those posts and start fresh, because really? I don't need any more stress in my life! A couple of my friends are listing 5 things they are grateful for everyday in November. I'm getting a late start, but I think I will play along anyway....<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;">1. My extremely hard working husband. He works his tail off so I can stay home and raise our kids.<br /><br />2. My little one's. They help remind me everyday what life is all about.<br /><br />3. My mom. Today is her birthday! She's always willing to help with the kids and is a wonderful grandma!<br /><br />4. Sponge Bob. I know I should outlaw Sponge Bob, but what a great babysitter while I catch up on my blog! :)<br /><br />5. Green Tea HP for the energy it gives me to get through the day. This stuff seriously changed my life!!</span><br /></span></span>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-39934416467423794142009-08-31T13:07:00.000-07:002009-08-31T13:16:21.718-07:00Jordyn Is Grounded Until She's 21......<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jordyn</span> to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Trason</span>: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Trason</span>, are you going to get your ears pierced when you get older?"<br />Mommy : "No, boys don't get their ears pierced."<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jordyn</span>: "Ya, I saw some older boys that had their ears pierced."<br />Mommy: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jordyn</span>, that's gross!"<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jordyn</span>: "No it's not. They were hot!"<br />Mommy: speechless<br /><br />A few minutes later.....<br />Mommy: "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jordyn</span>, I can't believe you thought a boy with earrings was hot."<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Jordyn</span>: "What, Mom, he had his hat backwards...."<br />Mommy: speechless...<br /><br />I can't believe that my 6 year old used the word "hot" to describe a boy. Actually, I can't believe she saw a boy with earrings and his hat backwards and even really noticed or payed attention! So, I called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Roudy</span> and told him, "We have a problem.....Our 6 year old likes bad boys!" I told <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Roudy</span> the story and the poor guy is just beside himself! He says to me, "That's it....she's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">gettin</span>' a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">beatin</span>' when I get home!" I told her that and she just gave me a sly smile and says, "Well, Mom, they WERE hot!" It's going to be a long 18 years........ :)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-8250946197812815192009-08-30T20:17:00.000-07:002009-08-30T20:42:08.592-07:00Jordyn Turns 6Jordy Sue turned 6 today. We've been partying for 2 days straight and everybody is exhausted!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jordyn and Mom<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTf6z4i7cxl3OOiPoTNJFWT3lgnASFYFnHNhC9cKOg8TA6a1yA_N4rT0g4cpRv8og6EwfbphKy3BPixyqTso3Tg49JoeFZY-PgPR33DNx6XHGuGk7Gv9mDRz12m4CL2OJYsvSCyu84oNl_/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTf6z4i7cxl3OOiPoTNJFWT3lgnASFYFnHNhC9cKOg8TA6a1yA_N4rT0g4cpRv8og6EwfbphKy3BPixyqTso3Tg49JoeFZY-PgPR33DNx6XHGuGk7Gv9mDRz12m4CL2OJYsvSCyu84oNl_/s400/Jordy's+bday+058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964515384513442" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy and her Daddy.....SMILE ROUDY ;)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvBOFxEIUhTRz7Jt6gixmU4sp862UAq32PgmBdWm5Owixs_Q4sHfrrsj_UxWL8R-fVAK0x7sTb3BqPdO6nCnMFsunGVNdvpCd2q4pC1AnZsgJAPZNQ0q1VPBLLesasYQ5bLH6VU3Ot1MR/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvBOFxEIUhTRz7Jt6gixmU4sp862UAq32PgmBdWm5Owixs_Q4sHfrrsj_UxWL8R-fVAK0x7sTb3BqPdO6nCnMFsunGVNdvpCd2q4pC1AnZsgJAPZNQ0q1VPBLLesasYQ5bLH6VU3Ot1MR/s400/Jordy's+bday+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964507994134242" border="0" /></a><br />That's better<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwrXG3INOKW1j72amrUMX3cYrQgelzp_YxtiHPl1inzUjdQz-LAvTtL_bf8nqK1wbZARTHt99so-Ow97teHgjVwQeeVWgIjjHBS34IVZtwnFSlkfTfCylTqGMt-9kU4HAgm513mbH3zL9/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWwrXG3INOKW1j72amrUMX3cYrQgelzp_YxtiHPl1inzUjdQz-LAvTtL_bf8nqK1wbZARTHt99so-Ow97teHgjVwQeeVWgIjjHBS34IVZtwnFSlkfTfCylTqGMt-9kU4HAgm513mbH3zL9/s400/Jordy's+bday+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964497260764290" border="0" /></a><br />Jordyn opening her "Swim Puppy" that she has wanted FOREVER<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghmVNqOyslQznA84-rYtykFd_dE-VZiN2eVf6XTGbej02wNukLmzuatlSuT4QYZ7-eSZ-EhEiopXrpOHie9v3OVTvdfFQUNxu6jaVUhdoFUWDRjg5Hvn68Xb0zk93TExAlcJIONOAGVZKT/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghmVNqOyslQznA84-rYtykFd_dE-VZiN2eVf6XTGbej02wNukLmzuatlSuT4QYZ7-eSZ-EhEiopXrpOHie9v3OVTvdfFQUNxu6jaVUhdoFUWDRjg5Hvn68Xb0zk93TExAlcJIONOAGVZKT/s400/Jordy's+bday+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964491157971218" border="0" /></a><br />My cute rugrats<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKA0DwfqaFKIjwZZIj8GfiaBsW7GInaHzysA0WhSDvBFiQVhpp0h8Sj-RQNAJZOytiQwLOyEcwh5w3nNeuIjlgQ8u1RvExxL0snQs1ktuKwxIya0ks2fceuLTTB_GyVn5qbuA_CxwieTGh/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKA0DwfqaFKIjwZZIj8GfiaBsW7GInaHzysA0WhSDvBFiQVhpp0h8Sj-RQNAJZOytiQwLOyEcwh5w3nNeuIjlgQ8u1RvExxL0snQs1ktuKwxIya0ks2fceuLTTB_GyVn5qbuA_CxwieTGh/s400/Jordy's+bday+049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375964481593759010" border="0" /></a><br />Blowing out the candles<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8HNroHL2zQnYo_gLJGGO1h5VpOwDLA7WB6A3p1rOi9LbVydWnHj47wL8dPLxW1II39WLKc3DPZQyOd5poql7JzbG71drG5WO4eofcPvSpoQhjE23hjpekn3m8EsgrJfMmLzqy72Fxx1H/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_8HNroHL2zQnYo_gLJGGO1h5VpOwDLA7WB6A3p1rOi9LbVydWnHj47wL8dPLxW1II39WLKc3DPZQyOd5poql7JzbG71drG5WO4eofcPvSpoQhjE23hjpekn3m8EsgrJfMmLzqy72Fxx1H/s400/Jordy's+bday+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375962814344843202" border="0" /></a><br />New earings<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvBLin3wbeEKp5_gWx8bTCTnYGdCjzZwdp8DY_hSOSkNsL5mlVFstwu3JF_AUy8OugNHDFdebTNGEZAgi9dra_s7HTENH5XzltUcI9qKNCKqSbr6SIGQqUdi86qReJ2PmaiALNScn-OvP/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmvBLin3wbeEKp5_gWx8bTCTnYGdCjzZwdp8DY_hSOSkNsL5mlVFstwu3JF_AUy8OugNHDFdebTNGEZAgi9dra_s7HTENH5XzltUcI9qKNCKqSbr6SIGQqUdi86qReJ2PmaiALNScn-OvP/s400/Jordy's+bday+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375962808474629074" border="0" /></a><br />Getting ready to get her ear's pierced for her birthday (Roudy hated it)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_jTaUB-UEMjeY4tn-mbtMoLmFsYENc1R9Z696F8MtIKmVgZRb4HZ_4u18Im-Zes3Kt-Zg2yXXK6KrTwnrVFRuwDOb-XIRmg5J-qLqO3AuluPynBlk80j9k_QQqgufsfDTd8gH64NWsFR/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_jTaUB-UEMjeY4tn-mbtMoLmFsYENc1R9Z696F8MtIKmVgZRb4HZ_4u18Im-Zes3Kt-Zg2yXXK6KrTwnrVFRuwDOb-XIRmg5J-qLqO3AuluPynBlk80j9k_QQqgufsfDTd8gH64NWsFR/s400/Jordy's+bday+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375962797914051282" border="0" /></a><br />Jordyn Lisa Keller- 6 years old<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VQVTDlQQIKUZVNETBt7d8lKGmbXCc5zX6kT6EnZo8Kig_VWmMZDkoKBGnZJArTaGRw7SAZBtH0dyIW1bZlfDEsqVzzxRvbYt1sctzlqv2rxGXr9kEOiB05sxyxgu42xh17_tX5cMRB1n/s1600-h/Jordy's+bday+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_VQVTDlQQIKUZVNETBt7d8lKGmbXCc5zX6kT6EnZo8Kig_VWmMZDkoKBGnZJArTaGRw7SAZBtH0dyIW1bZlfDEsqVzzxRvbYt1sctzlqv2rxGXr9kEOiB05sxyxgu42xh17_tX5cMRB1n/s400/Jordy's+bday+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375962788721115090" border="0" /></a>This is the video of Jordyn getting her ears pierced. Notice she doesn't even blink! What a tough girl! (Daddy was so proud!)<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBBbudeRI4pQldB83i_evcjG9edz_MciYbL5hViLjB3mn9cicceoUG7nUmAiKc-o5gIBU4dkSmzB2TLuliZw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-43306995785370479092009-08-24T15:00:00.000-07:002009-08-24T15:08:09.913-07:00First Day Of School 2009<div style="text-align: center;">Jaxon's 1st day of second grade<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy7PVYruBhhsgflOPEUHor5_nzBYp-SsGlhjx1eWh41kbyapMWpvkBlKg5GMDiORuznPYKN-puKlZGFkE5LR3wv6s3ROohB-FeOUGK-RsGceUnGz335ooEhQQYzZGO2VQMRoNxK8Y0-p5/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjy7PVYruBhhsgflOPEUHor5_nzBYp-SsGlhjx1eWh41kbyapMWpvkBlKg5GMDiORuznPYKN-puKlZGFkE5LR3wv6s3ROohB-FeOUGK-RsGceUnGz335ooEhQQYzZGO2VQMRoNxK8Y0-p5/s400/first+day+of+school+2009+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373654586631185506" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jordyn's 1st day of Kindergarten<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipp8vBjewFpK2effQEyP6jy92BpMNWCpCxPjWzpMVxmnEsbRIeGjfvtDYnwDMkhbCjvMdrTAfVWiX00T5ff2xo7Y3F0QTAD5ep5uXAa8e-w5ieGL2DvgGSs8Wlbq8hsJ51Fd6z0xZ24C5f/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipp8vBjewFpK2effQEyP6jy92BpMNWCpCxPjWzpMVxmnEsbRIeGjfvtDYnwDMkhbCjvMdrTAfVWiX00T5ff2xo7Y3F0QTAD5ep5uXAa8e-w5ieGL2DvgGSs8Wlbq8hsJ51Fd6z0xZ24C5f/s400/first+day+of+school+2009+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373654567002799730" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon telling Jordy what school's all about :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZOBnMdiZAfzxDHF9toclRZ_r-8vEhq01GrqDZ_xAKiDKLjM_x3OGskQ-B07zPB-QNZczjEfs4N_eoahHLfinaCeSFbpCh5yVj2_oELePFjirim6BWOH8XTgQfxII2jDWXJ6PhQe7aTAil/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZOBnMdiZAfzxDHF9toclRZ_r-8vEhq01GrqDZ_xAKiDKLjM_x3OGskQ-B07zPB-QNZczjEfs4N_eoahHLfinaCeSFbpCh5yVj2_oELePFjirim6BWOH8XTgQfxII2jDWXJ6PhQe7aTAil/s400/first+day+of+school+2009+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373654557002181010" border="0" /></a><br />Best Buddies<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIORHAm4emvFiWIPiUPD16Ewc7sBTfjr5Xc9OFe79xb6j2mz4rwQQ_1wfolY2sYkDhv2gYkFc58VmT4P-nD-t948BTl62wx8eGqXRx4iZq7cFFfrz4_jzt7uYN3TOCJwgnV4WghWnhUs-/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiIORHAm4emvFiWIPiUPD16Ewc7sBTfjr5Xc9OFe79xb6j2mz4rwQQ_1wfolY2sYkDhv2gYkFc58VmT4P-nD-t948BTl62wx8eGqXRx4iZq7cFFfrz4_jzt7uYN3TOCJwgnV4WghWnhUs-/s400/first+day+of+school+2009+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373654546083946210" border="0" /></a>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-48999988125819291402009-08-18T20:35:00.000-07:002009-08-18T20:49:49.887-07:00Trason Turns 4...............and mommy shed just a few tears! I can't believe my baby is 4. It really bothers me that my kids are growing up so fast, but what do you do?<br />We started the day out at McDonald's for lunch because daddy is working nights this week. We celebrated with daddy and then sent him off to work. Next we went and bought Trason some new BMX riding gloves (because the little man is flat out scary on his bike!) Then we went to Toys R Us and got Trason a new backpack for preschool :( and a new Thomas the Train. Then it was off to the mall to look for a new football jersey. After all the hard shopping, we all needed a shaved ice. After that, the kids informed me that they might possibly DIE if they didn't have something to eat, so we headed to Arctic Circle with Grandma Gay Lyn and Katie's family for a little more playland action. While we were at Arctic Circle, Grandma informed us that they had new kitten's at their house so we just had to go check them out. Jordy was just beside herself and informed me that she "loved the black and white one really bad!" and named her Oreo. I'm thinking Oreo just might be Jordy's birthday present in a couple weeks. So, that was our day. I'd say it was a pretty good one!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZImRFhwROtq0iHv_Ixs75tZ4z0u61xQilIts4dcZJcZlhg9GSE7k6tR2KUVn5CrpD8Y3uuXcHO6CkpOqVKyjtVCvkxf38cJm_wVbkxp9oqGuRplW6gAyKGtZ9MAc7zy3SZGex4P7pQBx/s1600-h/trason+bday+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibZImRFhwROtq0iHv_Ixs75tZ4z0u61xQilIts4dcZJcZlhg9GSE7k6tR2KUVn5CrpD8Y3uuXcHO6CkpOqVKyjtVCvkxf38cJm_wVbkxp9oqGuRplW6gAyKGtZ9MAc7zy3SZGex4P7pQBx/s400/trason+bday+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371513524940207394" border="0" /></a><br />***Trason's new birthday present deserves a post all to itself. More on that later....Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-36749761685391986272009-07-26T14:55:00.000-07:002009-07-27T11:17:05.970-07:00In Good Times and Bad...I can't believe Roudy and I have been married 56 years today! Here's looking forward to 56 more...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFaSHfpdUCefOfJAvcZM-hx70I2Ln_3YpSBuhhHP7lIZ0AGLrinwE_hoUDVRmHE64HIdVAeftDvldNihXq8G9iCX5BLlUw-XRnvQV2MC5iBCf-ZizMjQ2cYrNjOvBULoJ2daooJL1vPki/s1600-h/wedding+stuff+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhFaSHfpdUCefOfJAvcZM-hx70I2Ln_3YpSBuhhHP7lIZ0AGLrinwE_hoUDVRmHE64HIdVAeftDvldNihXq8G9iCX5BLlUw-XRnvQV2MC5iBCf-ZizMjQ2cYrNjOvBULoJ2daooJL1vPki/s400/wedding+stuff+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891291666195954" border="0" /></a>Try to ignore the big ball of light in these pictures. Someday I'll figure out how to use my scanner and I won't have to take a picture of a picture! :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVJoIACpP34mWeY93YCQrYSOfvQfUFgODC026dkWAOPKr6NHUcS7WaS2CJ4ldPjp_z0-BVaiVz7ifPotREtxIAsoySiZJGyB8MOtBhukbuSyUiX-AggXnHhLosa2LBZroOMQLsFO8_Ewe/s1600-h/wedding+stuff+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVJoIACpP34mWeY93YCQrYSOfvQfUFgODC026dkWAOPKr6NHUcS7WaS2CJ4ldPjp_z0-BVaiVz7ifPotREtxIAsoySiZJGyB8MOtBhukbuSyUiX-AggXnHhLosa2LBZroOMQLsFO8_Ewe/s400/wedding+stuff+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362891288967776306" border="0" /></a>P.S. Does anybody else notice that Roudy has aged a TON in the last 8 years and I still look exactly the same? Maybe that's just wishful thinking.... ;)Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-17610638553994578722009-07-22T15:21:00.000-07:002009-07-22T15:23:20.297-07:00I've got a question for all of you...... There are some songs that I want that aren't on playlist. Does anybody know how to add a song on playlist?Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-25832718286102410472009-07-05T15:10:00.001-07:002009-07-05T15:47:46.705-07:00Picture OverloadSince I've figured out Facebook, I've become blog lazy. It's so much easier to just put a few pics on Facebook! So, here are a bunch of pics of the summer so far....<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Jaxon switch hitting because of his cast<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUT7x_RVY7Y9Up4228_jRysdClTEgD8DGDSD18rlZ_51ezyH1wkJGwSQPNUc7kB8npeVsm9W9YnhVT0RiVKMaLLLun5LOw254n6UXS12ISEuHj_JIZSuLbIwnHNf21l9ZZIhRrSx6FHvAT/s1600-h/baseball+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUT7x_RVY7Y9Up4228_jRysdClTEgD8DGDSD18rlZ_51ezyH1wkJGwSQPNUc7kB8npeVsm9W9YnhVT0RiVKMaLLLun5LOw254n6UXS12ISEuHj_JIZSuLbIwnHNf21l9ZZIhRrSx6FHvAT/s400/baseball+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355107837817125394" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon hitting the right way (even with a cast on!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcw0tb1WpqJd5Ruo8RzC4dol5byhYyzeNh050tj0JOoZxk13LsDatd9VwMy5C1Qr5uVtsOSwxX6x_q4B9s3qoA6LUqumdNTJe4uJIfwQlaMdnoMq_WWD1_cKsrZOTWCpN6anUsJwK-kKD/s1600-h/baseball+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcw0tb1WpqJd5Ruo8RzC4dol5byhYyzeNh050tj0JOoZxk13LsDatd9VwMy5C1Qr5uVtsOSwxX6x_q4B9s3qoA6LUqumdNTJe4uJIfwQlaMdnoMq_WWD1_cKsrZOTWCpN6anUsJwK-kKD/s400/baseball+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355107832804585314" border="0" /></a><br />He's ready if that ball comes to him!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFI8Yf_6XmPsnUgYdVJ4zL5xJvw_Kl3zZ-WtND_KKbHMG5yU6Sr3Z9qQTvPgdeTg-Z7tOdfUJ1R7iTJ2IskVWhDdBZEFROnzqjufjRMFB2vMyCsHg_JWcWtpqoy7NUbb1FKbt9mEFhWYuz/s1600-h/baseball+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFI8Yf_6XmPsnUgYdVJ4zL5xJvw_Kl3zZ-WtND_KKbHMG5yU6Sr3Z9qQTvPgdeTg-Z7tOdfUJ1R7iTJ2IskVWhDdBZEFROnzqjufjRMFB2vMyCsHg_JWcWtpqoy7NUbb1FKbt9mEFhWYuz/s400/baseball+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355107825149138402" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy playing 1st base. She always got so excited and jumped up and down after the ball was hit! Notice her finger pointing the way for the runner to run?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEG2QwPLSqV4A5dmzIzewobq0Zj_EjncVMiFEUDp6mayDo_TNFMlxWCgd-B_7Ce2YDQU5imI2VEL5zL8-Mo9YmR44VI6fd1NtiUt87oZbmA8idahhCajNJhtJj6TGdQ80vOkbYWmzfvL3F/s1600-h/baseball+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEG2QwPLSqV4A5dmzIzewobq0Zj_EjncVMiFEUDp6mayDo_TNFMlxWCgd-B_7Ce2YDQU5imI2VEL5zL8-Mo9YmR44VI6fd1NtiUt87oZbmA8idahhCajNJhtJj6TGdQ80vOkbYWmzfvL3F/s400/baseball+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355107818823650258" border="0" /></a><br />My Suzy-Q before her 1st T-ball game<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LgVh38QWdReP5N9wIzTLLC8xJJj4CFbEZ7oC87D4I83xTCZHu-IUkZRZrGbI1JutHmh6JQGUWublaQMdhEtIbtGXyp8c8_Txn1n-MaOsEDT4iZRPYtZUsbiMBScG2JP5A0j4FTztEe3_/s1600-h/baseball+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1LgVh38QWdReP5N9wIzTLLC8xJJj4CFbEZ7oC87D4I83xTCZHu-IUkZRZrGbI1JutHmh6JQGUWublaQMdhEtIbtGXyp8c8_Txn1n-MaOsEDT4iZRPYtZUsbiMBScG2JP5A0j4FTztEe3_/s400/baseball+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355107812430123954" border="0" /></a><br />Mommy and Jordyn before the Spring Ballet- Hansel and Gretel<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqaD-um7LVIixZVIwhb3Nkj7pbs7Bu9UkmJzqDQ4YV2t0brRemQoTjV2NkUwF43nljb9SHDZTLBA8mqkxoNuCC4yrBqR2XbBlSyhbxHSSFYXgt_-v4OByYqNvwPAxF2PkIoxEUpAa5cf7/s1600-h/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAqaD-um7LVIixZVIwhb3Nkj7pbs7Bu9UkmJzqDQ4YV2t0brRemQoTjV2NkUwF43nljb9SHDZTLBA8mqkxoNuCC4yrBqR2XbBlSyhbxHSSFYXgt_-v4OByYqNvwPAxF2PkIoxEUpAa5cf7/s400/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106836022350306" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy and his ballerina<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8G1vGaV3n2xYzBdPGGfQLgde8GyokcbXK1sBy1fDOm2SeAVkrid3JzUeWDA3J7AszcQ2klN8R-ydOT12PPbZs4Zj0SZqrOiXxuvUP_pL3hAG1rqjN9nbEp932n0_YvwZGSBPDc8jqgPW/s1600-h/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8G1vGaV3n2xYzBdPGGfQLgde8GyokcbXK1sBy1fDOm2SeAVkrid3JzUeWDA3J7AszcQ2klN8R-ydOT12PPbZs4Zj0SZqrOiXxuvUP_pL3hAG1rqjN9nbEp932n0_YvwZGSBPDc8jqgPW/s400/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106833650745458" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy and her cousins, Haylie Jo and Jozlyn Berry<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTzJdo1J6Aj_Zd616WtTEr5dJDhf86Wy01zUZyExIWdykIFn-b8TFtyu1fWxCn8XcRWlOKwQ1T92yuyoDEjlJGdaLULq1IFb7VmIQxw_XrPoeZoWKHVWcIb98vjSbZ9CruoHNEBVBJGKO/s1600-h/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipTzJdo1J6Aj_Zd616WtTEr5dJDhf86Wy01zUZyExIWdykIFn-b8TFtyu1fWxCn8XcRWlOKwQ1T92yuyoDEjlJGdaLULq1IFb7VmIQxw_XrPoeZoWKHVWcIb98vjSbZ9CruoHNEBVBJGKO/s400/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106827537935698" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy was a butterfly<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMAnQVT_29uMcvB0XtIezPACpRELt7MuG-ll2JrVB2tYUDQn8gfw51Opo4a7zFJVMc6Y-w0qs6mIMfcZrWr5oz-D-G2SRIS4MKfumRYewReYcOnNdtLYA5g5aYs6e8P5WsYs7JvOFOeOC/s1600-h/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMAnQVT_29uMcvB0XtIezPACpRELt7MuG-ll2JrVB2tYUDQn8gfw51Opo4a7zFJVMc6Y-w0qs6mIMfcZrWr5oz-D-G2SRIS4MKfumRYewReYcOnNdtLYA5g5aYs6e8P5WsYs7JvOFOeOC/s400/ballet+hansel+and+gretal+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355106822022291298" border="0" /></a><br />This was from our annual trip to Downata. I think Roudy is TRYING to be sexy....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWu5ZubZjydt7cqkPfmyhpmaiLfRQBHC25r3EWYvvP6Xo1fduOlTlygWKHSoqVoKK6RfNGk2KUOS1TJuDgf59h8sUbGKeq_3e6y-EXnSaymX1DrSj15UcoQkPmzPjDZowJkggV2TJ_F2mJ/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWu5ZubZjydt7cqkPfmyhpmaiLfRQBHC25r3EWYvvP6Xo1fduOlTlygWKHSoqVoKK6RfNGk2KUOS1TJuDgf59h8sUbGKeq_3e6y-EXnSaymX1DrSj15UcoQkPmzPjDZowJkggV2TJ_F2mJ/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105865682259202" border="0" /></a><br />The theme for the Downata reunion was Pirates. Here's my littlest (and naughtiest!) pirate, Trason<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_4TwPEv6Zl3Ti17FLCcaAA1ewEbUZpJteGFgiCxC1boTuOBsJ8XN2N8bBGA9r24XNgumqA-mibGgRFUDjk0LAthMHXyyLlAwZgL-2qBbPzax8pqowaqJC25XVBLzvTv5YTNqb01tyhWA/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja_4TwPEv6Zl3Ti17FLCcaAA1ewEbUZpJteGFgiCxC1boTuOBsJ8XN2N8bBGA9r24XNgumqA-mibGgRFUDjk0LAthMHXyyLlAwZgL-2qBbPzax8pqowaqJC25XVBLzvTv5YTNqb01tyhWA/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105856597927570" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy Suzy at Downata Hot Springs<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUe0l4A7ZP5WqXjg_2aJTeuZr-Ije7CRq91ZspaNjf7n5t6zKhsvEyfXEJxGAgcnnda_wZQMjaZ8zt1Dy2fv-tqd64KKkb2y6pmG8lTnsSBz7s5C8wOPXcqtxwiuwrR7lovKUlD5oZo06/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeUe0l4A7ZP5WqXjg_2aJTeuZr-Ije7CRq91ZspaNjf7n5t6zKhsvEyfXEJxGAgcnnda_wZQMjaZ8zt1Dy2fv-tqd64KKkb2y6pmG8lTnsSBz7s5C8wOPXcqtxwiuwrR7lovKUlD5oZo06/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105850819355266" border="0" /></a><br />Doesn't he just look like trouble?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYYMfRoAaSYJnU-SZ3LrrpIN7ZYgaWMQKXjaAaBEnMOwMla-ZbusppNz-nKjAfd84QQ9igiHIMiFjUTn53Z6-3DcaKoMF0djMT7YOQ5ga4sG6snWyQPbWn-_IqzanYMRk9etVTDD4MwaW/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgYYMfRoAaSYJnU-SZ3LrrpIN7ZYgaWMQKXjaAaBEnMOwMla-ZbusppNz-nKjAfd84QQ9igiHIMiFjUTn53Z6-3DcaKoMF0djMT7YOQ5ga4sG6snWyQPbWn-_IqzanYMRk9etVTDD4MwaW/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105842726753522" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon and Konner... aka, Frick and Frack<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HmO2_g0xPFXDXAojCd2hkrmL-XNZiz05qAbc-MLpyYP22us9C5rjKwe-UK3UhX9MebGet-c-9NNeBwEU1s5i512w6iy_ieFL3VZcq7IwQ7-X-NF9KC-qhgtryMfyxuuS-R87SpkiUn4u/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-HmO2_g0xPFXDXAojCd2hkrmL-XNZiz05qAbc-MLpyYP22us9C5rjKwe-UK3UhX9MebGet-c-9NNeBwEU1s5i512w6iy_ieFL3VZcq7IwQ7-X-NF9KC-qhgtryMfyxuuS-R87SpkiUn4u/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355105835859709730" border="0" /></a><br />This is from the 4th of July celebration that we always go to in Mackay.<br />Frick and Frack wheel barrow racing.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc69n9mNbQUq2nRjCjbz928S0Il0DaaF2v9HQQLPoNozgqcSI7fkM5dH7op3dA_qesuXN_hl37fUoKiJa33hE7XaFH5OJxJYMEz6pp2fe3b0SZfd7vSq-kJwwff4v_5bTwaBVF-Z5PiKQ8/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc69n9mNbQUq2nRjCjbz928S0Il0DaaF2v9HQQLPoNozgqcSI7fkM5dH7op3dA_qesuXN_hl37fUoKiJa33hE7XaFH5OJxJYMEz6pp2fe3b0SZfd7vSq-kJwwff4v_5bTwaBVF-Z5PiKQ8/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355104987124837170" border="0" /></a><br />Me and two of my three favorite kids (the other one is behind the camera)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHLgKePJanBU49CUv3_E5BwkdAEyss1sxRzyWIPTC_FFIpf4aWgxuauXZTAd0Qvbqoc-wnPh5CVOzyfgzLw6hmpoTWmTL8n6pLtAGgBolHOQd7kCcktvc3KH54EnCbWR8DlQRjo-GLT16/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHLgKePJanBU49CUv3_E5BwkdAEyss1sxRzyWIPTC_FFIpf4aWgxuauXZTAd0Qvbqoc-wnPh5CVOzyfgzLw6hmpoTWmTL8n6pLtAGgBolHOQd7kCcktvc3KH54EnCbWR8DlQRjo-GLT16/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355104980535972706" border="0" /></a><br />Trason with one of the many lizards he's caught this year<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgoorc0beGjO1hiXJJHZppMjNYQb87fa67SGaNWoqiiwOaTgqxdVBSlSOXv0Xam6MMZ8T4_Xrq2BdI5Opmc-aKWvfBVexISQJBX1hyphenhyphen2o7vIRsvpFafOU8paT4YsSpwEe3MQmRiopeqm6n/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgoorc0beGjO1hiXJJHZppMjNYQb87fa67SGaNWoqiiwOaTgqxdVBSlSOXv0Xam6MMZ8T4_Xrq2BdI5Opmc-aKWvfBVexISQJBX1hyphenhyphen2o7vIRsvpFafOU8paT4YsSpwEe3MQmRiopeqm6n/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355104973979909330" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy and Trason shooting birds with the pellet gun<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIshjNxfBE9sev8MQyfJOpOuOECO4V7_zKsTWoz7RtNfqFca1Xrwxt5d3VttD8wLLIpqsoNNEoS7gWF-nQoYl_Pcndc54Z5Sjn94qMCaqyxuviCz-VqqGB5ZgsBUzUTlhhe-JtPUeNDONg/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIshjNxfBE9sev8MQyfJOpOuOECO4V7_zKsTWoz7RtNfqFca1Xrwxt5d3VttD8wLLIpqsoNNEoS7gWF-nQoYl_Pcndc54Z5Sjn94qMCaqyxuviCz-VqqGB5ZgsBUzUTlhhe-JtPUeNDONg/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355104967477823378" border="0" /></a><br />Roudy and Shay at Downata<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnWBE-kEb519Vi9C5VigkFUxfwI5hmecqCOn7nmm79g8Q9zssxz_jir-DnhX7X6zY_Sh2MmBj1TUVzZ0nZD2jfKsjxfZc502AegO3HSX2BgbNsq2uJWTsryqWPxTaDatlC3WUn4mmJGmcy/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnWBE-kEb519Vi9C5VigkFUxfwI5hmecqCOn7nmm79g8Q9zssxz_jir-DnhX7X6zY_Sh2MmBj1TUVzZ0nZD2jfKsjxfZc502AegO3HSX2BgbNsq2uJWTsryqWPxTaDatlC3WUn4mmJGmcy/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355104957537256546" border="0" /></a><br />Papa Steve helping Trason get ready for the sack race<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwh-RE847MO5JeJi6344-wQ_9vZkyQAs8kmWVBoJ2p5qL0252DB4ge-B_ZEDC_o3p5QJwZznP4UMEeyK6kfq3axgLCDmHfnRGwXZQA5TET39Ef56tJwAzDQSwq9dGTlvSYk5Gb3hmgsaz/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQwh-RE847MO5JeJi6344-wQ_9vZkyQAs8kmWVBoJ2p5qL0252DB4ge-B_ZEDC_o3p5QJwZznP4UMEeyK6kfq3axgLCDmHfnRGwXZQA5TET39Ef56tJwAzDQSwq9dGTlvSYk5Gb3hmgsaz/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103878766277282" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon and Jordyn getting ready to sack race<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNLUjz6W_uPRJEdtRGjeibYTw_m9_dCaLai6B1_Xd-xI_uA19BP0e3qkAPEZJFeJAjv8ebKHvAD9ntzdPdbHgAv5CQta_81CSJ3CadAtCjiZR7CgpDEdVTUumWEO_SodzSDQ8Gp8IaalC/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+050.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipNLUjz6W_uPRJEdtRGjeibYTw_m9_dCaLai6B1_Xd-xI_uA19BP0e3qkAPEZJFeJAjv8ebKHvAD9ntzdPdbHgAv5CQta_81CSJ3CadAtCjiZR7CgpDEdVTUumWEO_SodzSDQ8Gp8IaalC/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103870503536434" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy and Konner getting ready for the foot race<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh558wZJgHevPm1HvkRa-_2s_PoPmHZYn6xGibRgpS7_tM9YgI69l8RaO6OGvZbW1mdBACkVRG-BTU1zyBKhl_qvaHjr71a1riLJOxUBnAF99HpdrwXq5Ji5N7qEm0MGs2vTlFwAH8bkBSA/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh558wZJgHevPm1HvkRa-_2s_PoPmHZYn6xGibRgpS7_tM9YgI69l8RaO6OGvZbW1mdBACkVRG-BTU1zyBKhl_qvaHjr71a1riLJOxUBnAF99HpdrwXq5Ji5N7qEm0MGs2vTlFwAH8bkBSA/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103866962708546" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon getting ready to race<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEier7X0TF_ocvS-qqkqks07x1X_MTPcmpAgSJi8xpc3DRrrI6ivEAaapCiPuSpBFKRAPvlsC6XxQaqvAh94qJk7Fpaab6kCQuRYUEL9aftuVNMME1gRFOLZOYMsyQ1qlb05y7vIZlk_MWCp/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEier7X0TF_ocvS-qqkqks07x1X_MTPcmpAgSJi8xpc3DRrrI6ivEAaapCiPuSpBFKRAPvlsC6XxQaqvAh94qJk7Fpaab6kCQuRYUEL9aftuVNMME1gRFOLZOYMsyQ1qlb05y7vIZlk_MWCp/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103858936454882" border="0" /></a><br />Trason showing off his 2 50 cent pieces for winning the race for 3 year olds<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQCD_PlNuUMZw2yEm7FeFxjVqnhyphenhyphenlnTVt8CKWBGRaOd1r1EyAMQxzjiXWxuwu2M80UJLkrJLL-Y5r96auku3hvV8XqnLWl3660JdOyPhC1LM7SoqgmjnClhOuyhuCw3nmAv4A05oj2Q1s/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQCD_PlNuUMZw2yEm7FeFxjVqnhyphenhyphenlnTVt8CKWBGRaOd1r1EyAMQxzjiXWxuwu2M80UJLkrJLL-Y5r96auku3hvV8XqnLWl3660JdOyPhC1LM7SoqgmjnClhOuyhuCw3nmAv4A05oj2Q1s/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355103854141108354" border="0" /></a><br />My pretty girl before she fell on a screw and cut her knee wide open<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9863YtR7OodWt4zCiZtwXzhkZulUn5uXu63ZQgdM576yWltNcMzR3rBG9ZFacSFQlH-MbdgegXGxNt2AgvRdlrGgDZs41d8M_JWgdtfLpVd_rGMMMXQp-75cQWUerK-TkBdoDTMsu9zNm/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+055.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9863YtR7OodWt4zCiZtwXzhkZulUn5uXu63ZQgdM576yWltNcMzR3rBG9ZFacSFQlH-MbdgegXGxNt2AgvRdlrGgDZs41d8M_JWgdtfLpVd_rGMMMXQp-75cQWUerK-TkBdoDTMsu9zNm/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355102887194387522" border="0" /></a><br />Roudy playing horseshoes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcn7sL-81PKGaZy9cstmnsm7AEKoN78JpfLj_BOReDkoyfooFHi51kUAteBwWf3EfzEPaPhY30ImyHas_MY16fTN5ahgS_Dzxnt1gmAcZW_kjBFqndSdsgVi0FEFSTel8bwIiMsw_DYHVi/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcn7sL-81PKGaZy9cstmnsm7AEKoN78JpfLj_BOReDkoyfooFHi51kUAteBwWf3EfzEPaPhY30ImyHas_MY16fTN5ahgS_Dzxnt1gmAcZW_kjBFqndSdsgVi0FEFSTel8bwIiMsw_DYHVi/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355102882205836242" border="0" /></a><br />Jaxon with the fish he caught<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK-QSlMsK_477eHODcpJA0BPVA71ykKAlKovS1Qlo4MJa_TvNAPJD8-ZU1UnLB5EJV72rvF_i1xFHR92ccM_GsjxgnSCPYJ1bOn44gCXFDx6Kl_ILyQ2ZhYT45wNpI93iY5ypLcEQCUql/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmK-QSlMsK_477eHODcpJA0BPVA71ykKAlKovS1Qlo4MJa_TvNAPJD8-ZU1UnLB5EJV72rvF_i1xFHR92ccM_GsjxgnSCPYJ1bOn44gCXFDx6Kl_ILyQ2ZhYT45wNpI93iY5ypLcEQCUql/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355102876158428114" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy trying to catch a fish<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTty9Vw161UsTdOtwHTLHs674zuLvPaiPfVgCh6IW7QnjXaUjGoGRwDeEmbJC93MxBE-x-F1o8d_ETtbaAxZM8GLWEt00hmqQzvBhK58GKKta6ILFYAqGkuliYiVjuyjGmEHYYoS_11LtO/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTty9Vw161UsTdOtwHTLHs674zuLvPaiPfVgCh6IW7QnjXaUjGoGRwDeEmbJC93MxBE-x-F1o8d_ETtbaAxZM8GLWEt00hmqQzvBhK58GKKta6ILFYAqGkuliYiVjuyjGmEHYYoS_11LtO/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355102872955359618" border="0" /></a><br />Jordy with the fish she FINALLY caught! (We think it had brain damage)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIopqg5J3UKMwnVd9MG5VTV4YLyQusEbVhyphenhyphen_TMwcF2GjaWBW1WWjxcEHQvCcp6tZ6pTs4sTElyMTsqO-fGXHY5tVPJa55O7LMuSjT8Nn9c9YV-QMdJf50FIUFibzJ0eqrW0RiA5hbwPM3a/s1600-h/fourth+of+july+2009+068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIopqg5J3UKMwnVd9MG5VTV4YLyQusEbVhyphenhyphen_TMwcF2GjaWBW1WWjxcEHQvCcp6tZ6pTs4sTElyMTsqO-fGXHY5tVPJa55O7LMuSjT8Nn9c9YV-QMdJf50FIUFibzJ0eqrW0RiA5hbwPM3a/s400/fourth+of+july+2009+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355102862727628354" border="0" /></a>Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-27953181362355733172009-06-07T15:32:00.000-07:002009-06-07T15:44:36.363-07:00What A Difference A Year Makes!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >Before</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13fC8Im-WQOkUWgyu6Pjpr3s36nbhMF2qhniyYqVyvrZkAlBJhwwBAxdufhvJ3TwUW-T0zqb9vc6cga5PRDNB0an3QaP63HOSKlZPp0x4DKczZW_stCYd64Q_OAwZVkkJhKvG91Z4j4qh/s1600-h/Redfish+2008+028.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13fC8Im-WQOkUWgyu6Pjpr3s36nbhMF2qhniyYqVyvrZkAlBJhwwBAxdufhvJ3TwUW-T0zqb9vc6cga5PRDNB0an3QaP63HOSKlZPp0x4DKczZW_stCYd64Q_OAwZVkkJhKvG91Z4j4qh/s400/Redfish+2008+028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344717466579764242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />After</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzcZoQxKSvgTxVsFjEdr5WHYBC0fpdyEJF6vqna6k_sWHsO_FEIiQpf3RryOeolPDtDax-DA-Sif0LD8RDkkcEdiABIa7sSPZmnrV5CWJyz3MWMo1ZS3eOYzo9kV4dYDtvc-n-quTYXwy/s1600-h/baseball+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIzcZoQxKSvgTxVsFjEdr5WHYBC0fpdyEJF6vqna6k_sWHsO_FEIiQpf3RryOeolPDtDax-DA-Sif0LD8RDkkcEdiABIa7sSPZmnrV5CWJyz3MWMo1ZS3eOYzo9kV4dYDtvc-n-quTYXwy/s400/baseball+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344717459932188498" border="0" /></a>A year ago today I started my weight loss/ lifestyle change journey. I really wish I would have taken a picture once a month showing all the changes, but I didn't. In the "before" picture I'd already been working out for about 6 weeks or so and lost 7 or 8 lbs. We'd been camping for a week and I had no make up on, so I look extra bad, but it's the best "before" picture I could find. My "after" picture was just a couple days ago. So, in the last year I've lost 35 lbs and I've never felt better. I don't feel "skinny"....I just feel like myself again.Mindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01382968379686457652noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2978632432515348662.post-711632560907585532009-05-22T14:34:00.000-07:002009-05-22T15:24:11.343-07:00A Month in Pictures...<span style="text-decoration: underline;">*First of all, does anybody know why everything I write is underlined? It's very annoying!<br /><br />State wrestling was on May 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span> this year. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jaxon</span> wrestled great and ended up 3rd. It's a long story, but the refs SUCKED and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jaxon</span> should have had the chance to wrestle more. That's not a mom's biased opinion...It's a fact and we have the video to prove it! We're taking the video to the guy in charge of Eastern Idaho Wrestling. Not to try and change anything because what's done is done, but we're hoping they will use the tape as an example when they train their refs. When you take your kid all the way to State, you expect them to have decent refs....they didn't.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Jaxon</span> with one of his biggest rivals...and best wrestling buddies!<br />Owen Rogers and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jaxon</span><br /></span><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcAFin67ScuJn1BfFXqZSDmDpDYKrWg75vMUe8jLxLX_q0Q85zNfn87PgyfN29Y4imYb9bmlmB8IYG2ot0c2RqbetFp9GmX74EaaJiWVV8ojlEKQQ5qGFSVeX0YSjgWd9k0xDKJ49Br0k/s1600-h/Easter+eggs+State+wrestling+2009+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcAFin67ScuJn1BfFXqZSDmDpDYKrWg75vMUe8jLxLX_q0Q85zNfn87PgyfN29Y4imYb9bmlmB8IYG2ot0c2RqbetFp9GmX74EaaJiWVV8ojlEKQQ5qGFSVeX0YSjgWd9k0xDKJ49Br0k/s400/Easter+eggs+State+wrestling+2009+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338770094492512642" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jaxon</span> with his intimidating tattoo!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdX8B4alaAw-PT6oXPgo2fYE7yB42-XADUJgHpm_niQPhdyiwwJMgKcaXaYR7jrzGAIQ8VuDyY2AD_frHr7_2a6yEBu7te9jQ57pXzA6rHdk0GxCGc8zEv4n6joCDVUgiLqaQjbZ6fTxv/s1600-h/Easter+eggs+State+wrestling+2009+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfdX8B4alaAw-PT6oXPgo2fYE7yB42-XADUJgHpm_niQPhdyiwwJMgKcaXaYR7jrzGAIQ8VuDyY2AD_frHr7_2a6yEBu7te9jQ57pXzA6rHdk0GxCGc8zEv4n6joCDVUgiLqaQjbZ6fTxv/s400/Easter+eggs+State+wrestling+2009+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338770087042322866" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jaxon</span> with his 3rd place medal!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhV14pn5asTslztOwWWFFhTLev_lxcRijrLfSHxBe3aqSGCQXnOM88f4dAi9ijVSkTr8zLCHZClyXY01Mqhpk3HQ1OD2csHQ_67h3T4CkujSYGHElS8EJgZuXJYxTNUbRC3oAPCXrq2dh/s1600-h/Easter+eggs+State+wrestling+2009+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbhV14pn5asTslztOwWWFFhTLev_lxcRijrLfSHxBe3aqSGCQXnOM88f4dAi9ijVSkTr8zLCHZClyXY01Mqhpk3HQ1OD2csHQ_67h3T4CkujSYGHElS8EJgZuXJYxTNUbRC3oAPCXrq2dh/s400/Easter+eggs+State+wrestling+2009+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338770080063260642" border="0" /></a>We decided to take <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Trason's</span> training wheels off, just to see if he was close to being ready. Was he ever! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Roudy</span> took off his training wheels, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Trason</span> rode away. It's actually kind of scary and he's already wrecked and bounced his head off the concrete more than once. He's a wild man! I posted a video of him riding his bike right after we took the training wheels off, but for some reason it posted at the bottom of the screen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOxKGky7pl7yeuQdDOHKbFI7O2Ny9R7evrzcy15_UqTHKxxh4He9ZXLnxSH3naGOvIg2zaCSFzCMFk9eQtjwSRvnCmDNJBxAHN8Zl8PcBa7Ce8TVRtsuyJDttkbRc3CSRVAQZB257OhMm/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPOxKGky7pl7yeuQdDOHKbFI7O2Ny9R7evrzcy15_UqTHKxxh4He9ZXLnxSH3naGOvIg2zaCSFzCMFk9eQtjwSRvnCmDNJBxAHN8Zl8PcBa7Ce8TVRtsuyJDttkbRc3CSRVAQZB257OhMm/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338768072760678994" border="0" /></a><br />I got to go on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Jordy's</span> field trip to the zoo with her preschool class. Here's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Jordy</span> and a couple friends riding the Tiger.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNPtG_Ce9mYt9lw1IyiehSIL6y73NGTgoWG6MjxY_SYJ2NHcLOViA9USo656pOHJSXFS01bFI_KwmRX6iD0vZMRG_0zKlvh3ZrRyJaePC3CZO4G4He73jNmR4U1UB17nGANFnD0vnmwhA/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinNPtG_Ce9mYt9lw1IyiehSIL6y73NGTgoWG6MjxY_SYJ2NHcLOViA9USo656pOHJSXFS01bFI_KwmRX6iD0vZMRG_0zKlvh3ZrRyJaePC3CZO4G4He73jNmR4U1UB17nGANFnD0vnmwhA/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338767261246840642" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Jordy</span> and some of her classmates<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAS1qzFvjsTpMHtUVVIx0BtP7jMlNgvHRa3cOfxAX0T3EJV0_2E68HiksH0QjS2d-eBwn85iMJumIzwmYYUsXzBbo2wOldIJZCusbmI3yflmFmWWqjnU5Yp56PHGFcyAVt-s5gZerYv_K/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+026.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDAS1qzFvjsTpMHtUVVIx0BtP7jMlNgvHRa3cOfxAX0T3EJV0_2E68HiksH0QjS2d-eBwn85iMJumIzwmYYUsXzBbo2wOldIJZCusbmI3yflmFmWWqjnU5Yp56PHGFcyAVt-s5gZerYv_K/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338767256269894722" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Jordy</span> waiting to feed the goats<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9Fg63W5LRA6gCHBMsd4r4w4sBCymObhyphenhyphenUC6xuMTP3fA0NACcvVV2ANAmpuAEkV-n1Q8FNAx7aBDUnQEewIB-uZLHxyl4uRqu3H14W2Q-f-jFAHdGO-2g-j-gMg8RYSLU7g9qjzUlUYva/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF9Fg63W5LRA6gCHBMsd4r4w4sBCymObhyphenhyphenUC6xuMTP3fA0NACcvVV2ANAmpuAEkV-n1Q8FNAx7aBDUnQEewIB-uZLHxyl4uRqu3H14W2Q-f-jFAHdGO-2g-j-gMg8RYSLU7g9qjzUlUYva/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338767253367640354" border="0" /></a><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">Jaxon</span> fell off the monkey bars and broke his arm about a week ago. It really stinks because baseball is just starting and he's so good at baseball! Last year he played pitching machine and he was the youngest on his team...and the only person that didn't strike out the whole year. (A mom's allowed to brag, right?) Oh well, he's young. He's got a lot of years of playing baseball left!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Who needs a yearbook when everybody can sign your arm?<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNlGDR1QJoKHnylNhHAi88bm7c4ZOPpr82E4vy1U64rNa2cSSlqqWXMagvmFPtMU32Lk_kZYv1pihsRzjlkCqFFaprFewrCtl_qAJ8GqVzoSfi7a6tdjCSvctsSKcSpIPBIjMBPxLdJaJ/s1600-h/Preschool+graduation+013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwNlGDR1QJoKHnylNhHAi88bm7c4ZOPpr82E4vy1U64rNa2cSSlqqWXMagvmFPtMU32Lk_kZYv1pihsRzjlkCqFFaprFewrCtl_qAJ8GqVzoSfi7a6tdjCSvctsSKcSpIPBIjMBPxLdJaJ/s400/Preschool+graduation+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338766636498658514" border="0" /></a>I'm sure he LOVED this! :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcrgqLdSTDHClvlce-rDpFxx_5tAZUYWuv-2-YQuwjFUC-hLo28NWkBNxqqKGd3kqJlOX9yB9wg3DRuVEH3t4Jq8q2VWkMs_wHoWinoKvmS0fx3d3Z9Kr-1xA_R0mZZulKrxYTlAeVbk4J/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcrgqLdSTDHClvlce-rDpFxx_5tAZUYWuv-2-YQuwjFUC-hLo28NWkBNxqqKGd3kqJlOX9yB9wg3DRuVEH3t4Jq8q2VWkMs_wHoWinoKvmS0fx3d3Z9Kr-1xA_R0mZZulKrxYTlAeVbk4J/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338766639131594674" border="0" /></a><br />Grandpa Joe putting his cast on<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2TJfuvKm2RTAytRVVLCDnGu8oT2k3sr5kTLOzoy-ieiKTJB0UrMQ0t4JibbzUl8QW0KEu8euiJvZ1nK00MhrOW-6wzm8bjRVeYdee9n8AXT11CkuVuaVkDqMFu-bLG6t6KmMq1EYfsI_/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2TJfuvKm2RTAytRVVLCDnGu8oT2k3sr5kTLOzoy-ieiKTJB0UrMQ0t4JibbzUl8QW0KEu8euiJvZ1nK00MhrOW-6wzm8bjRVeYdee9n8AXT11CkuVuaVkDqMFu-bLG6t6KmMq1EYfsI_/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338766631967344738" border="0" /></a><br />Getting ready to take the splint off and put on a hard cast.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60dvp-k4j8zEv_Lbu1QO1KRh1smc7o5Nnsg7jhfrNEKnRqa5yJn5V-PmPi3NZi5lhEMtJLWvJEbGyXMYHu4fcvdtP4F0lbIKSFmOSywIFEHNAwxtoxHli-jlHWUS_hRv1h4nYrGhiG1w2/s1600-h/Jaxon's+broken+arm+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh60dvp-k4j8zEv_Lbu1QO1KRh1smc7o5Nnsg7jhfrNEKnRqa5yJn5V-PmPi3NZi5lhEMtJLWvJEbGyXMYHu4fcvdtP4F0lbIKSFmOSywIFEHNAwxtoxHli-jlHWUS_hRv1h4nYrGhiG1w2/s400/Jaxon's+broken+arm+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338766628988524434" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Jordy</span> on Preschool Graduation night<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGFTwzo6XmDDQVIf3txdlGMIlvb82HrUpufV7OMD5pvur5ZWAFX6zr7C5qiTT6bMYnOvLcX1wZzweKsyjE9eUb87Ft56TDeAZsmBaU7twZWcSeSLtUuQ7FzNCsEoBuf8q-SHTZExITsBn/s1600-h/Preschool+graduation+002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhGFTwzo6XmDDQVIf3txdlGMIlvb82HrUpufV7OMD5pvur5ZWAFX6zr7C5qiTT6bMYnOvLcX1wZzweKsyjE9eUb87Ft56TDeAZsmBaU7twZWcSeSLtUuQ7FzNCsEoBuf8q-SHTZExITsBn/s400/Preschool+graduation+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338765651229194338" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Jordy</span> with her teachers, Miss Whitney and Miss Becky<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-IQn9dwt3Odl8UsACUAYR-GaPXsiaTZWNjpK-ywGGACfKJvYsI1QVvGpl1j4b51D3CJ2KXKeWI5EM6uHX5YO96_6tSguDW3lIvndTfAXGfd0DsyBu1vednGYKmj0hEetqCDeodwfOH3ys/s1600-h/Preschool+graduation+006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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