tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180973302024-03-14T08:58:04.681-07:00Life's Little QuirksThere are quirks in each of us, which make us usable in a unique way to God.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.comBlogger181125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-38636502856960758202009-09-18T10:57:00.000-07:002009-09-18T10:58:05.955-07:00Coupon match-upsHy-Vee's ad now has coupon match-ups with their sale items. New every week - check it out. :)<br /><a href="http://www.hy-vee.com/helpful-ideas/coupon-match-ups-09-16-09.aspx">http://www.hy-vee.com/helpful-ideas/coupon-match-ups-09-16-09.aspx</a>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-42524917452165262022009-08-31T11:57:00.000-07:002009-08-31T11:59:45.497-07:00Clean?As I clean out the laundry room that is a good year and a half overdue:<br /><br />Me: Tiff, we're gonna have this cleaned out today! Yay!<br />Tiff: Who's coming over?<br /><br />Point taken. Point taken.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-46843163131285129122009-08-24T10:21:00.000-07:002009-08-24T10:57:14.321-07:00Vacation and SIDS walk.We went on two vacations all in one week. First was Navoo, IL with Harry's family.<br /><div>Here we go. Now THIS is vacation:<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXdkyOxArpVEVbVLsrtLaBnwYxtCAdaxN9nCLx65DseYemxwDOFt2G0lF6gWyx_p8rKG60VFdU6xu9rPB-rRXXhkxKXrOgBJ0vm0aWAvUqBOYxyXxTt_MMEQ9U0Z4CcNygPR55Q/s1600-h/DSC09019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373585164058764658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpXdkyOxArpVEVbVLsrtLaBnwYxtCAdaxN9nCLx65DseYemxwDOFt2G0lF6gWyx_p8rKG60VFdU6xu9rPB-rRXXhkxKXrOgBJ0vm0aWAvUqBOYxyXxTt_MMEQ9U0Z4CcNygPR55Q/s320/DSC09019.JPG" border="0" /></a> Goofing off.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcv6W_1i4JDD8QBqzyaEyyVYS4iDr_vmeBRjshOPfqVAj9vlqKI6IsWUD0TsjmKhfwdd-naWykoCIqs2bcGnVm-H7JCawb099127cvmmPHtH78qUQ-RuQrzxmCIRYgkDwbQEbkGg/s1600-h/DSC09002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373585154804171154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcv6W_1i4JDD8QBqzyaEyyVYS4iDr_vmeBRjshOPfqVAj9vlqKI6IsWUD0TsjmKhfwdd-naWykoCIqs2bcGnVm-H7JCawb099127cvmmPHtH78qUQ-RuQrzxmCIRYgkDwbQEbkGg/s320/DSC09002.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Tiffany holding her 3rd (?) cousin, Micah. He is 7 weeks and perfect. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_hGJl3NiR2k9SB97pKsSBrmEpOpv5NWV6LUfLrE6lA68XkUZJ9yY0GmE1mMAgMvcKL_LvkjjX163EsrosX_aX8j3niqgmx3PT-CyR2ode0IcgVYGrOrPpt3Xw4_rnyuSPQPpgg/s1600-h/DSC09030.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373584390851888514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_hGJl3NiR2k9SB97pKsSBrmEpOpv5NWV6LUfLrE6lA68XkUZJ9yY0GmE1mMAgMvcKL_LvkjjX163EsrosX_aX8j3niqgmx3PT-CyR2ode0IcgVYGrOrPpt3Xw4_rnyuSPQPpgg/s320/DSC09030.JPG" border="0" /></a> A fudge shop downtown offered chocolate covered marshmallows with sprinkles (Tiffany calls them sparkles.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisE0UPHTfwCklcLNdY2sVBZtfAOW4HNP3PyHQfCTyVswcjzgddbYWtVEFU8jjlLiF6JD3hFq13LWRS6CNLsAodsdOTnPTMY7iV27HGMaRIu-DQiJR0-D3zycOArswwbu5RQ148DA/s1600-h/DSC09257.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373584383787955970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisE0UPHTfwCklcLNdY2sVBZtfAOW4HNP3PyHQfCTyVswcjzgddbYWtVEFU8jjlLiF6JD3hFq13LWRS6CNLsAodsdOTnPTMY7iV27HGMaRIu-DQiJR0-D3zycOArswwbu5RQ148DA/s320/DSC09257.JPG" border="0" /></a> Hanging out at the campfire with my awesome neice, Tessa. She cracks me up.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3xEZ-eax3IeN4_ZaL6cBGZOErHpuY-9kXRszFQWbMyB5JYYbC1B3TkgwdCGR4vr4-E5DzNJyrV8CImpx3W1RxHpkJ7m_I4Soc7yFP1ZE6q5G3YuqhR5PWqdXvlzL151A8DhYxA/s1600-h/DSC09197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373584379537967458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA3xEZ-eax3IeN4_ZaL6cBGZOErHpuY-9kXRszFQWbMyB5JYYbC1B3TkgwdCGR4vr4-E5DzNJyrV8CImpx3W1RxHpkJ7m_I4Soc7yFP1ZE6q5G3YuqhR5PWqdXvlzL151A8DhYxA/s320/DSC09197.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kids on the beach, making sand art.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIO0wzhyphenhyphenjfdQzKjbCzp4ephq6ZE8BHtSNGDrC5wwtqZ219hcXLxRfPKCG3gFSlXSjUfTKLxMaqkf0NCjkNfedh5lFQhl9Tygb849_Gv4JBamWt8UaTHvn8bRov3Ze0_pm_vVgfQ/s1600-h/DSC09115.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373583554454328418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOIO0wzhyphenhyphenjfdQzKjbCzp4ephq6ZE8BHtSNGDrC5wwtqZ219hcXLxRfPKCG3gFSlXSjUfTKLxMaqkf0NCjkNfedh5lFQhl9Tygb849_Gv4JBamWt8UaTHvn8bRov3Ze0_pm_vVgfQ/s320/DSC09115.JPG" border="0" /></a> Darin tubing - my brother drove the boat. I told Darin if he could stay on without wiping out I would give him 10 bucks, and told my brother that if he could make him tip over, I'd give him 10 bucks. My brother won - we had a good time with it. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnO7hIzUMQaMWGLIpMKIF2yO2MOkci1kN3SFxi1iSPt5vLxsscu94Wpre5f5xlMLAtIHFTZHg_6YGYw2xUIdUo9emTUrAsBLL7eQqgb-E12Z_doBg5jGnnDH4xACxY8IQvw6McBQ/s1600-h/DSC09124.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373583546228642658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnO7hIzUMQaMWGLIpMKIF2yO2MOkci1kN3SFxi1iSPt5vLxsscu94Wpre5f5xlMLAtIHFTZHg_6YGYw2xUIdUo9emTUrAsBLL7eQqgb-E12Z_doBg5jGnnDH4xACxY8IQvw6McBQ/s320/DSC09124.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ahh, and then the donuts. They make these on ever Wednesday night there, and they are heavenly. Fresh donuts over a fire, dipped in sugar. Yum-o.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_u7wFtKeoczR5AvDX6jBBrulqvCWdkLuD78nFXBNkH3rgSggzP-6AYC3UWHKlBddh6sQgeU9enQMSWWXt62Vdmb_K42v3XxHBQCEdWMxeV4oNNQdcPnqKtvppEcNDP0CLOhlYw/s1600-h/DSC09181.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373583536508692466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb_u7wFtKeoczR5AvDX6jBBrulqvCWdkLuD78nFXBNkH3rgSggzP-6AYC3UWHKlBddh6sQgeU9enQMSWWXt62Vdmb_K42v3XxHBQCEdWMxeV4oNNQdcPnqKtvppEcNDP0CLOhlYw/s320/DSC09181.JPG" border="0" /></a> Classic Family photo.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373585174796747234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Vzh_qdSlLde6mJL3w6D32A7NHObQhLvDZ8x9qoNI2QDtdNkMYdDZZ1fhuuvATNWfUcnE3gWNT2jQnDheFJ72Y9MJd3G2Y59xbZA6xobuECOb7taoGg6YHEriK6nWe1MIu-ibDw/s320/DSC09282.JPG" border="0" />Then came home to meet Darin's new teacher in a new school. Exciting! This is his first day of school. He is signed up for football, which he's pumped about. Practice starts next week. He says all the kids are nice there. <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373585873246124306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojV8zuDUSjdFygeAz2iNaSWKBoa5Z3DwXgM_bvyIYo2mbAOa7X6m4CmsVrGGMfErMX_XQS8RERDZAOQhfXlpo8h5PW994e5l4tuO3Gf9Hq-WGjmObOgA4ORfZtAy5V6EtP6dDhA/s320/DSC09395.JPG" border="0" />We went on the SIDS walk this weekend. Here is my family by Andy's sign along the trail. Picture taken by my faithful friend, Christi. Everyone was so great! It was a bittersweet day. The balloon release was again, so powerful. I just kept thinking about all those people that found their baby no longer breathing...... </div><div> </div><div>We will find out this week how much was raised for SIDS research and awareness.</div><div> </div><div>And I leave you with this: Guess which was NOT supposed to be part of the art project?</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373585503822837730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR_poD_aHIaQydjPMkgurznUXqjxvH5onYKtk97neRFsrowxWUZyNaKyp1VWPsNtRCtwpXuISzUvyzxUoyL268yI8O5iW0RqqALxTLYN0ZwrGzJvUttd55PE_8Q5Cjc6Jhn3LCHQ/s320/DSC09336.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-59697075120199498762009-08-04T21:19:00.000-07:002009-08-04T22:03:14.766-07:00BabyCan't sleep. I am missing Andy. I designed a photo sheet to put in my mug today and picked out a picture of Andy and thought "wow, is that really what he looked like?" The SIDS walk is coming up and has stirred up emotions I thought were not coming back. I know grieving is different for everyone, and this is "normal". But sitting on my couch tonight at 11 crying uncontrollably doesn't feel very normal. I can't even remember what he looks like. Or smells like. or sounds like. or feels like. or squirms like. or squeaks like. I feel like my own memory of my own baby is slipping away without a fight from me. To keep on living without him requires that I push on, but taking his memory with me has been a confusing thing.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366335483482517842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiekn0eglEEoVwg8qKS0oH1dob5HsDxa8JP_fsOiuMo5nB7i_hfXwFnXKPeuxZGPkj0AeKG2qSyNCb08JnjEW45GLN1O0z8XG-HOl5t_uNxpYwec5tViYEy_vN5w3lqEnDYFV3ifA/s320/DSC01726.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglbu1DUbDn__g9-z_gBIUzB8ZubVgkyvf_98JBPeax7QmSpTfJNSMvxNeejUQg_tX2-SRuQYrLOtLVr2aKfSktfkdxDQWWF_C0iwwCfvwip49DyCst1t69oVnuahmNJCyHsyk6Q/s1600-h/DSC01812.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366335488845857106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhglbu1DUbDn__g9-z_gBIUzB8ZubVgkyvf_98JBPeax7QmSpTfJNSMvxNeejUQg_tX2-SRuQYrLOtLVr2aKfSktfkdxDQWWF_C0iwwCfvwip49DyCst1t69oVnuahmNJCyHsyk6Q/s320/DSC01812.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Which am I to remember?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-HiU92sMO7gn9DU8NFGFpexCJ1-0-cJ7PoDcSmIylaLruvWhUcLXF9L6QKHj4jgIFsldjJr-pqTM_q3bV0-Ofm8YQryBNAp3aylXlUZ0-B5h-LxJNQr0yJAVGkv6nSJ8WE8zzA/s1600-h/DSC02202.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366335475434830498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-HiU92sMO7gn9DU8NFGFpexCJ1-0-cJ7PoDcSmIylaLruvWhUcLXF9L6QKHj4jgIFsldjJr-pqTM_q3bV0-Ofm8YQryBNAp3aylXlUZ0-B5h-LxJNQr0yJAVGkv6nSJ8WE8zzA/s320/DSC02202.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I can tell you what the funeral home smelled like, but not my living baby. I can tell you which funeral cards touched me the most, but not his birth cards. I can tell you who was there for the visitation, and not the days of his life. I have learned what it is to "cling" to God, searching for comfort. And I found it. And I won't let it go. Ever. Now I'm left with do I cling to his memory? Any mother would say "of course!" Except the ones who know it hurts. Bad. That's me on a certain level. Not that I want the "out of sight, out of mind" mentality because he was MY BABY. He is home with the Lord now, not mine anymore. Maybe I'm secretly afraid of making Andy a false idol. Bow down at the Andy shrine or leave it and run to God? But, I don't want to forget either, and I am allowing it. Finding a happy medium seems impossible sometimes. Especially tonight.</div></div>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-52042843224444274702009-07-19T18:53:00.000-07:002009-07-19T20:11:12.390-07:00Blueberry Pies and PuppiesDude. 2 months with no posts....I think that's a record for me. I am happy to announce, though, that my husband has fixed my computer, and I am back up and running. Here's a bit of what you missed. Our son, Darin, has always had this big dream of having a blueberry pie eating contest. So here's some pictures of his dream come true! :)<br /><br /><br />All the contestents lined up......9 of them. I won't give you pictues of all of them with pie all over their faces, because they know where I sleep. But here's a couple.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuU0M46cYv1cU1QRP_f6X-7JOoBhs7IP9MY1KS8q0jmaZiK2bz2KuR-RWtGiAsTKBPgxpi0T_6jlgqKdSTGIcK1fhVM-dyA_ODrx5tOGfdIA2dousQ_r7be_snd9wvG4aFQPAlA/s1600-h/DSC08235.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360356081042573490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZuU0M46cYv1cU1QRP_f6X-7JOoBhs7IP9MY1KS8q0jmaZiK2bz2KuR-RWtGiAsTKBPgxpi0T_6jlgqKdSTGIcK1fhVM-dyA_ODrx5tOGfdIA2dousQ_r7be_snd9wvG4aFQPAlA/s320/DSC08235.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br />Juliana smiling at Daddy...this melts my heart.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDf96puNEjQkzMh1kCQDcAj2a_9272GZ9fum2N4irjRMd1rxX6chg5AvkTLmw7L-MtvYky9NcFxBk6MVRu90YQmbBoqGxTF3_LuPvE13CA2IUk4TQ5eqLBKYcWAWMvVJL7Beu5w/s1600-h/DSC08288.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360356073021966114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGDf96puNEjQkzMh1kCQDcAj2a_9272GZ9fum2N4irjRMd1rxX6chg5AvkTLmw7L-MtvYky9NcFxBk6MVRu90YQmbBoqGxTF3_LuPvE13CA2IUk4TQ5eqLBKYcWAWMvVJL7Beu5w/s320/DSC08288.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /></p><br />Christopher laughing at Harry and Darin,...LOVE it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrBRW7HUIOOx-2rOWJ3W4hk2vvc59fuLHkKwNPBEzjPdU6GntiXipl9re0QCnQ_AoxyhExmcKlBVjbW7nSRMhtikxmNIsaQWUl9ziO051ZELQzVzZ3ZVSz6w58dh-ZXInTBtdPQ/s1600-h/DSC08293.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360364799194766850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdrBRW7HUIOOx-2rOWJ3W4hk2vvc59fuLHkKwNPBEzjPdU6GntiXipl9re0QCnQ_AoxyhExmcKlBVjbW7nSRMhtikxmNIsaQWUl9ziO051ZELQzVzZ3ZVSz6w58dh-ZXInTBtdPQ/s320/DSC08293.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /> </p><p>And Darin. Stuffing his face. LOL </p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HyZ06uDgskZ1RbEPu6ZP8N3eA9uFNep4bnw4-I6yCakSHiUQTc1IUlBiI4RDS60dpej_9kGHIhvqOWvyOtNqNea5-4FXm6_R8G9gzq5GQpfwutig_sp4VIsfEH39SD7ABalF5g/s1600-h/DSC08271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360356069765203122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4HyZ06uDgskZ1RbEPu6ZP8N3eA9uFNep4bnw4-I6yCakSHiUQTc1IUlBiI4RDS60dpej_9kGHIhvqOWvyOtNqNea5-4FXm6_R8G9gzq5GQpfwutig_sp4VIsfEH39SD7ABalF5g/s320/DSC08271.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I almost wonder..........<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yTMefbq7JrVSqIrAjp_hm7g-2deXUDV2gTBjyn9MRt1giLOKx8zyBlltEdV6mXzZAIpLfY3eM2hg6etP4lzxPr22wub_K_RFfTNTzJS7MY6S-zq6U6N2WL8blR7nZZBe1xyGQw/s1600-h/DSC08392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360364793097496994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-yTMefbq7JrVSqIrAjp_hm7g-2deXUDV2gTBjyn9MRt1giLOKx8zyBlltEdV6mXzZAIpLfY3eM2hg6etP4lzxPr22wub_K_RFfTNTzJS7MY6S-zq6U6N2WL8blR7nZZBe1xyGQw/s320/DSC08392.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> </div><br /><div>was it worth it, buddy? :)<br /><br />Moving on......</div><div>Our lovely yellow lab, Sadie, had 9 puppies! The runt didn't make it, but the other 8 did great. </div><div>Here's what you missed there.</div><br /><div></div><div>8 nursing puppies.</div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpxVYsZrZuFN16Q4bpXgcbQ8iC6-Vgpwf7nqbVKi2U-hBqe5iEViHCQwfnbIbxy38L9i_sQtl4xsxdg_3rHEUvxtGAvQdH_L7DKMvvQYNxZhP7gS5u9lgVmyfilZ0E-0lSiakpQ/s1600-h/DSC08081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360374036051997538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLpxVYsZrZuFN16Q4bpXgcbQ8iC6-Vgpwf7nqbVKi2U-hBqe5iEViHCQwfnbIbxy38L9i_sQtl4xsxdg_3rHEUvxtGAvQdH_L7DKMvvQYNxZhP7gS5u9lgVmyfilZ0E-0lSiakpQ/s320/DSC08081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Weaning 8 hungry puppies.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9QIGoBDUajyMA55B1kx_D2qfju-nT6xi97TEf28e8-JX40R61gyklTq9rrL8oCFV6NHZYV64TPZRo562TFWKikucRO6eo2fSaFHRxgbfFj-eg6FnaHZOuQ_Lbl1uEhJ8YNmquA/s1600-h/DSC08594.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371334511912818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9QIGoBDUajyMA55B1kx_D2qfju-nT6xi97TEf28e8-JX40R61gyklTq9rrL8oCFV6NHZYV64TPZRo562TFWKikucRO6eo2fSaFHRxgbfFj-eg6FnaHZOuQ_Lbl1uEhJ8YNmquA/s320/DSC08594.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Keeping one cuddly puppy. Although, she does not have a name yet.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipc1a3x9ZMIcspA9IWw712a5tdzrv7BmF8Td2C2WXMTYSNOAWw_KvSGdeIGGyaL1n3uahUdZxUOczEKpyu2JK765clIWnAUjuu78mntz4Z3IOpoGv_zEo0dxpiUyPvb2iAHwGyyQ/s1600-h/DSC08683.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360369137767436258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipc1a3x9ZMIcspA9IWw712a5tdzrv7BmF8Td2C2WXMTYSNOAWw_KvSGdeIGGyaL1n3uahUdZxUOczEKpyu2JK765clIWnAUjuu78mntz4Z3IOpoGv_zEo0dxpiUyPvb2iAHwGyyQ/s320/DSC08683.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-71632814972892636012009-05-21T05:36:00.000-07:002009-05-21T07:51:11.097-07:002nd Honeymoon<div align="left">First of all, I will say that plane tickets are pricey - wasn't sure how we were going to fit this trip into the budget, but we were going to do it anyway! Harry's company payed for the vehicle, the gasoline, and the food, so that left shopping, sightseeing, and plane tickets. Some friends of ours have frequent flier miles and they graciously told us they would like us to use them for my trip to see Harry. This trip was a tremendous blessing - thank you God for amazing friends and family and incredible blessings!<br /><br />I brought my girls to my brother's house on Wednesday night, and headed out on a plane on Thursday morning. I hopped on 3 planes to arrive in Erie, Pennsylvania. Got there with more than an hour to spare, so I waited for Harry to get done with work and meet me back at the room. ..... it had been 5 weeks ..... That night we went to the Peninsula on Lake Erie - it was beautiful. Watched the sunset on the beach, and went to an Italian restaurant that night.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgnmHzb0HhDk6JTZXv4iwEHhhT63WsdyuCHVGn-oXNkksrNBf0AKgxZRk9yfzRtCsf06Xe7PGtye4ckTZJcfZdEDUHyG-N4KllR3si5_HucLLDkbfN4qufmfNZz4MlxMmlED08Q/s1600-h/DSC07534.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338268772384586642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcgnmHzb0HhDk6JTZXv4iwEHhhT63WsdyuCHVGn-oXNkksrNBf0AKgxZRk9yfzRtCsf06Xe7PGtye4ckTZJcfZdEDUHyG-N4KllR3si5_HucLLDkbfN4qufmfNZz4MlxMmlED08Q/s320/DSC07534.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Woke up, had breakfast with Harry and then said goodbye for the day. Listened to him get teased a little by co-trainers ;) and then went shopping by myself without children all day. I kept it at 100 bucks, putting a lot of items BACK on the shelf. Is it just me, or are there more things to look at when children aren't present? When Harry got back, we went to a music store, and he looked at bass guitars, and I played the Bach trumpets there - heaven, I tell you.<br /><br />Saturday morning we headed off to Niagara Falls. We headed to Canada to see the Falls from there.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw91B19WtXN8tOjAK5MJAdd6RKF2VZYo_peZTf5ebJ1he2q_4-RhTiD1yHTKU_VtDdS9PJbO99LqHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqjL1BqrVVdWNcuIWCQsHOHEtoUv8deUydgOITDRRw-sTCOKCKqDeKQKO9ckiBvF3Dlj2LUwDMSTg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwos0ThooOrvIveNU61eGMJm4kCTxYCLM4PB8eg3J5rV8DbfCcu9I9Qe5uEKNboaLkXPMXOoKkylyZs8k6HAZa9_fuco_A0edjjyHXsT67Ud76W_DTsAmbT0TeFUJzqbW853VlQ/s1600-h/DSC07418.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267874532783746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwos0ThooOrvIveNU61eGMJm4kCTxYCLM4PB8eg3J5rV8DbfCcu9I9Qe5uEKNboaLkXPMXOoKkylyZs8k6HAZa9_fuco_A0edjjyHXsT67Ud76W_DTsAmbT0TeFUJzqbW853VlQ/s320/DSC07418.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />It was beautiful. :) And perfect. The flowers below were carefully placed all around Niagara Falls park and walkways.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338267454880685538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipAKLOv64lVtudCJHCioTk4SrHcaShx_lI4kaWywXG4vSWVs_WyMl6MvW1-qCTmP_mLExYa-oClQMkD3ZHCwjARno85jqoqmDBAwQEfa7pg5WmPjXvuvhr-niJyz8SeUXX434Hsg/s320/DSC07466.JPG" border="0" /><br />Then we went back to the hotel and had pizza with Rodger, Harry's friend. Then woke up Sunday morning and went to Grace Church - it was such a friendly church. I felt right at home! After that, we went to the bookstore and then to some of the vineyards between Pennsylvania and New York. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1SRiRdxnm4G_RBonDoBNDCGckKGBnANiHzmESapHibIHX6bsbKYKfwdMtDqrxVGYuDuxfVQCaDScnosUcS86jocPrFqgZLHRr3SaYvHgp7cQ0owKz9ktgjmB0bKDZv1JyWYLZw/s1600-h/DSC07519.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338269534646290498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd1SRiRdxnm4G_RBonDoBNDCGckKGBnANiHzmESapHibIHX6bsbKYKfwdMtDqrxVGYuDuxfVQCaDScnosUcS86jocPrFqgZLHRr3SaYvHgp7cQ0owKz9ktgjmB0bKDZv1JyWYLZw/s320/DSC07519.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Harry and I like wine, but don't buy it very often because we don't really know what we both like. So we went to Heritage Wine Cellars and did some wine tasting - and it was tasty! We liked a couple of the same kinds, so we bought them and went on our way. I'm looking forward to a few quiet evenings and a glass of wine when he gets home. :)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpLuhXV4F8cV0nJs0HXvcA0EYpZmpDgUMmJ6CYnig5DTyNo_IC4y3O9vYsIq77zGcYWjR6W6KfUlL4LM54aFAJeWyJn-Gi5PQKb8hpl6u7iSV6yGPGhj_WPfRlaJ_K724_8xXFQ/s1600-h/DSC07496.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338269229155021058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVpLuhXV4F8cV0nJs0HXvcA0EYpZmpDgUMmJ6CYnig5DTyNo_IC4y3O9vYsIq77zGcYWjR6W6KfUlL4LM54aFAJeWyJn-Gi5PQKb8hpl6u7iSV6yGPGhj_WPfRlaJ_K724_8xXFQ/s320/DSC07496.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then it was Sunday night already! So we went down to Lake Erie again and spent some time relaxing. Harry skipped some stones at my request. :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7dKwvayeVEcrFkRFmF3KjMYwIajS1XkS0CGfkuPZ87ddAQeWJ9pxHQPjfaIIJOMu12BhqHXCtRHTbeoi-2d2BmObjOrd0r-gqquUuQd4WDDqlItfTHvgmDcwg2drYIivZjD0sg/s1600-h/DSC07520.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338269743718715554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7dKwvayeVEcrFkRFmF3KjMYwIajS1XkS0CGfkuPZ87ddAQeWJ9pxHQPjfaIIJOMu12BhqHXCtRHTbeoi-2d2BmObjOrd0r-gqquUuQd4WDDqlItfTHvgmDcwg2drYIivZjD0sg/s320/DSC07520.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left">Then Monday morning it was off to the airports again! This tunnel is in Detroit airport and it was just great - they have calming music while the lights are going - just fun.<br /></p><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzr-REPLVncO3TP-JtCCpWHVP5I5nNpwODvz12Ddr6yyQIW-u2yKy-mHJFbIT630rxKrnA5tUlcALo' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><p>When I got home my sister and her son, and my girls were waiting for me at the airport. I cried. I missed them tons, and it was such a relief to know they would be cared for and loved while we were gone - even when they are a lot of work! :) I don't know how Harry's been gone for 6 weeks without seeing them....that's endurance, friends. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Skype</span> just isn't the same as a big daddy bear hug. He will hopefully be home tomorrow for good!!! We can hardly wait!</p>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-89587185419384501652009-05-09T20:40:00.000-07:002009-05-09T20:56:56.337-07:00Ouch!<a href="http://laundrypile.blogspot.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Heth</span></a> taught me about <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">podcasts</span> today. I am on my third sermon tonight as I clean my pig sty of a room. This one talks about <a href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/trial/suffering-to-worship">Trials: Suffering to Worship</a>. Idol Worship, and I was thinking maybe I didn't have as much work to do on this topic. BOY, was I wrong! Listen to this:<br /><br />And to seek out not only our sins, but the underlying cause of them namely the idols that we run to, cling to, in place of Jesus. That which we get our identity, our comfort, our security, our salvation, our passion, our pleasure, our hope. Do any of these sound like you: I am a nice person. People like me. And they say nice things about me. If your idol is people-pleasing and fear of man and being liked and being popular - then when people hurl insults at you, when they criticize you for living for Christ, you will have a crisis - because your idol will be threatened. .... ..... ..... but if your idol is "I'm a nice, likable, loved, decent person, and what they're saying is mean and they don't seem to appreciate me, and they're <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">criticizing</span> me, and they're disagreeing with me," you will find yourself, if that is your idol, in this wonderfully joyous moment that you get to decide whether Jesus Christ is Lord or the opinion of others.<br /><br />Gets me right where it hurts!!! I'm completely hooked.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-10140799699859210562009-05-03T19:47:00.000-07:002009-05-03T20:03:05.473-07:00Hum Dee Dum...Oh, let's see. What's new. My kids were running completely naked outside all afternoon. And I didn't even stop them. I hope they don't need psychological reviews on childhood memories in their adult years when they get an indecent exposure lock-down. But....with all the magic tricks Harry sent home they should be able to bend the bars just right to escape....or at least entertain the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">jailers</span> with their pull-the-bunny-from-the-hat trick.<br /><br /><a href="http://beefy86.blogspot.com/2008/05/sadie.html">Remember this?</a> We added on. Got a puppy today. He needed a good farm yard to run around on. He is a yellow lab. 6 months old. Name: Diesel. Changing name. I think we will call him Buddy. Buddy will take some training. He has a few little habits we need to talk about. <br />1. He sniffs our female constantly. <br />2. Tries to mount. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Baaaaad</span> idea. Seriously. There are children watching. We laid the smack-down today.<br />3. He nibbled a little at Darin's hand - like a puppy would do.<br />BUT, he was eagerly welcomed in by the kids (Olivia would have rather had a parrot, though) and he didn't jump up on them or scare them at all. So, pictures to come. But, Welcome Buddy! We're glad to try this new adventure out - hope it's a permanent one! Maybe we can pull you from a hat, too. Here. Hold still.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-15473218825814668742009-04-29T07:41:00.000-07:002009-04-29T09:23:00.020-07:00Grocery SalesSome of these deals were just too good to not post about. If you like Fareway (I shop at both), they will price match for you!! Printables are listed. If you don't other coupons, head over to the recycle center - I bet you could find them! ;)<br /><br />1 lb. Strawberries 0.99<br />Hamburger or Chicken Helper 0.99<br />Chicken of the Sea Tuna 0.66<br />2 Cups HyVee Cheese 0.99<br /><br />Barilla Pasta 0.99<br />PLUS -0.50/1 to -1.00/1 from newspaper insert (not sure which varieties are on sale)<br /><br />Ragu Sauce 0.99<br />PLUS -0.30 coupon from newspaper insert<br /><br />Quaker Granola Bars or Bites 1.99<br />PLUS -1.00/2 <a href="http://coupons.smartsource.com//index.aspx?Link=5S2ZUA6PWPEPO">HERE</a><br /><br />Hershey's Bliss 3.48<br />PLUS -1.00/1 <a href="http://coupons.smartsource.com//index.aspx?Link=5S2ZUA6PWPEPO">HERE</a><br /><br />Green Giant Boxed Vegetables 1.28<br />PLUS -0.60/2 <a href="http://www.eatbetteramerica.com/coupons/">HERE</a> (May need to register)<br /><br />Old Orchard 64 oz. Juice 0.99<br />PLUS -1.00/2 <a href="http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=qblibrh76134287&bt=wg&o=55422&c=OB&p=lNXTeZKB">HERE</a><br /><br />Life Cereal 1.98<br />PLUS -1.00/1 <a href="http://bricks.coupons.com/Start.asp?tqnm=qd3icvh92806162&bt=vi&o=52881&c=QO&p=9vlW1Coa">HERE</a><br /><br />Hy-Vee Bacon 1.99<br />Dole Head of Lettuce 0.69 In-Ad Coupon<br />Pepsi 12 Pack Cans 3 for 8.88Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-33859885775041662642009-04-20T20:06:00.000-07:002009-04-20T20:25:49.009-07:00Hello out there....So, I got a call last week from Harry saying I better go buy new make-up because mine is in Pennsylvania. Cool - cuz you know I don't like spending money.....and this means money. So I'm in Stuff-Mart and meet a woman named Michelle that is a Mary Kay consultant. COOL! Yes, please let's get together because this is just too fun. I love new fun people. Went there today and spent 87 bucks on make-up - ME! I know. And I don't feel one bit bad about it. And maybe I found a new friend. LOVE THAT! :) Moving on.....<br /><br />My computer cord doesn't plug in quite right on my computer and I have 32% battery remaining before it shuts down on me. Last night I propped up the cord with a Barney Colors book to make sure it hit the plug-in just right and charged. I have sucked 70% of my laptop battery's life out in one day.....and still more, because I'm not done.<br /><br />A beautiful woman prayed for me this week and I have felt more energized to complete tasks at home and have a positive outlook. I was feeling a little worn, but I'm okay now. (new make-up helps a little)<br /><br />And just in case you were wondering:<br />*I laugh at my own jokes.....in my own head<br />*I don't exercise<br />*I don't wash my face until I shower<br />*I like to watch cartoons maybe more than my kids<br />*Bugs are coming - creeps me out.<br />*I don't eat breakfast....unless you count coffee and marshmallow cream<br />*Did I mention I have tons of cavities, but I'm not a fan of dentist visits? It stems back to childhood. All the kids had tons of stickers because they had a visit with no cavities. Not me. I had 4 stars my whole childhood. Visited twice a year. You do the math.<br />*I am flying out to see my husband around the 15th of May. I am almost finished packing. Not kidding.<br />*I have a had a super busy week last week, and another this week. AND I like it.<br />*I'm bummed that there are no double coupons this week at K-Mart in my area this week.<br />*I have had my kids in my bed every morning this week since Harry's gone. I am so against that habit, and here I am, welcoming them in, cuddling the night away, with my INSTE book.<br />*I feel so blessed for great friends this week. :)<br />*Am surprised <a href="http://playinwiththepaulsens.blogspot.com/">Beth</a> didn't post about the dorky girl who came into the library that she knew, but the dork didn't know her, and wasn't smart enough to put 2 and 2 together. Out of context - you don't really EXPECT to run into anyone from blogsphere, do you? ME NEITHER. She forgave the dork very gracefully and didn't even make her feel bad.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-63218377420881241722009-04-13T20:26:00.000-07:002009-04-13T20:28:52.579-07:00Easter ThoughtsEaster is especially overwhelming for me. Not the holiday, or the huffle-buffle of the easter bunny. But the Meaning of Easter. As I watched "The Passion of the Christ" on Friday, I was reminded of what it was really all about. I think about choices. God CHOSE to come to this earth to teach us, and then to die for us. It wasn't a situation that he was forced into.....it was His CHOICE. As I watched him be betrayed and beaten and bloody, the phrase "this was His choice" kept coming back. He really chose to do all that. I may have backed out after the second guy spit on me. But not Him. He could have chosen to back out at any minute -He had power over everything. And He didn't back out. Not once. He chose us instead.<br /><br />What did I ever do right to deserve that? Nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing, nothing, nothing. So my question is why? Why did he come? The only thing I can come up with in my earthly brain is that He is loving and unselfish. Obviously, Amie, right? I was always a little slower than the rest. Now you know.<br /><br />I have no idea what it is to be unselfish. Sometimes I change a diaper so I don't have to smell it anymore. And sometimes I clean my house to escape the embarrassment of a visiting friend. And since we're being honest, sometimes, I even do nice things for people to obtain the praises of man. Maybe more than sometimes. On God's level, I don't know what it is to be loving, either. Patient......nope. Proud.....that's a laugh. Rude......when I'm not hungry or tired. Self-seeking.....I think we covered that. Does not demand my own way......laugh. Never fails......big laugh. <br /><br />It's really not funny, though. Honestly, it makes me cry. I fall short every day to meet his expectations, and He still chooses me. Little ol' me. Sometimes I wonder ....doesn't he have anything better to do? Yes, He does. But maybe He loves me like a child loves their creations. A picture they colored, a play-dough sculpture, or a Lego jeep. Maybe He holds me up and says "LOOK! I MADE THIS!" And although I hope I am not stuck to a refrigerator with a magnet, I take joy that he made me, and chooses me every day, and loves me just as I am, because I know He's the only one that I will have forever. 2 weeks with the same person 24 hours a day would drive most people crazy......but not God. He loves you every minute, every hour, every day, just as you are. He chooses you.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-80101425934329033262009-04-08T10:35:00.000-07:002009-04-08T10:42:19.169-07:00Help, anyone?I<br />I need<br />I need a<br />I need a great<br />I need a great book<br />I need a great book for<br />I need a great book for a<br />I need a great book for a misbehaving<br />I need a great book for a misbehaving child.<br />FOR ME. HELP. PLEASE.<br /><br />Need some motivational ideas for the boy around here.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-18176689306380839492009-04-02T11:20:00.000-07:002009-04-02T11:27:54.679-07:00WinnerTurns out my hubby reads my blogs. :) He looked over the acronyms on my last post and put it to use!! As he was driving to work this morning, he was scanning the radio stations and caught a question of the morning which was "What does the acronym 'PLOS' mean when a child is chatting online or texting?" And he called in and answered Parents Looking Over Shoulder and won 2 tickets to Gallagher Bluedorn! for <a href="https://secure.spinutech.com/covhealth/event_registration.asp">this</a>. Now he's male and can't go, but winning stuff is super cool - can't beat that! :) So there ya' go - there IS a point to my blog!Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-46560909364581080412009-03-26T21:23:00.001-07:002009-03-26T21:25:49.901-07:00acronyms while chattingHey, I'm going to start one of those great e-mails that says you need to forward everyone on your list within 9 minutes or a truck will run over your favorite hat.<br />It will go like this:<br />Do you have a teenager? Do you want to know what they are texting or chatting by abbreviations that they use? Go here.<br /><a href="http://www.netlingo.com/acronyms.php">http://www.netlingo.com/acronyms.php</a><br />Send this to 273 people in the next 9 minutes and you will win the lottery - even if you don't play it. If you don't send it, a truck will run over your favorite hat this week.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-56955638569847757112009-03-13T07:37:00.000-07:002009-03-13T07:57:16.862-07:00I got nothin'.Knew I needed to blog today, but not sure about what. My floor is swept, my dishes are done, my 3 loads of laundry is waiting to be folded and put away, and my half-caff coffee is waiting for Coffee-Mate, and then to be drank. I have a couple rooms full of "garage sale" boxes, along with an entire attic. Seriously, I want to get rid of EVERYTHING. Bananas are brown on the counter - I will be making banana bread today, along with chocolate cookies this weekend.<br /><br />Ask me what "Doyle's Ditty" was last night at INSTE? Ask me! It's from Paul Harvey and it says "<strong><em>If you don't live it you don't believe it</em></strong>". It is going on my fridge for a long long long time. <br /><br />My sister bought me <a href="http://whirleypop.125west.com/">one of these</a> and I am going to make popcorn every day of the rest of my life, I think. She's the best. It came with a recipe book!!! Let me just share a recipe that I want to try out this weekend - Italian Breadstick-Style Popcorn<br /><br />1 T Basil (my FAVORITE)<br />1 T parsley<br />1 lg. garlic clove, or 1/4 t. powder<br />1 t. salt<br />2 T olive oil<br /><br />5 T popping corn<br />2 T olive oilAmiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-74265955387477872862009-03-10T07:34:00.000-07:002009-03-10T07:48:06.792-07:00Lately.....I am feeling a little discouraged today. To give you a recap of the last week. My step-son has been difficult at his mother's house. She has asked us to take him a few times in the last few months. He is too big for her to physically handle him and he is acting out. So with Harry being gone, I agreed to take him, but it had to be for a minimum of 6 months. So Sept. 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nd</span>, we will reevaluate, but for now I will be getting guardianship of him. Last week went GREAT at home, and he had a little trouble at school. yesterday he had a great day at school, and we had a difficult night.<br /><br />Let me just say he didn't come to the van after school like he was supposed to, which only escalated from there. He referred to me as his fake mom yesterday. Let me just say I am very frustrated with his mother, and am trying to keep that under control. He did great with the schedule and rules last week, but I feel like I am trying to redo the last 8 years of learning all at once. I was telling God last night that I am so weary, and He whispered a reminder in my ear "Galatians 6:9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up."<br /><br />Okay. We really can't do this without You. And we can absolutely apply Your Word when the going gets tough. So there's a little prayer request for you. Trying to find just the right balance.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-61715469720864884662009-03-02T09:09:00.000-08:002009-03-02T21:19:23.403-08:00What do you need?Looking for a great deal on diapers? Go <a href="http://www.coupongeek.net/2009/03/walgreens-next-week-huggies-scenario.html">HERE</a><br />Want 100 free business cards with free shipping? Go <a href="http://www.marketsplash.com/res/business-cards-search.html?eprcd=MS11100FreeCards">HERE</a><br />Looking for a job in housekeeping? Come HERE! I could keep you employed for a 3 years.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-18730233424966753952009-02-24T20:39:00.000-08:002009-02-24T20:59:44.141-08:00My Husband<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MJp2jAPICWx8I76gfN5wm2nUZa9FxJITlb6uRVJX2nI3A2lR9P4iCCVL3IUFdxmoMo1Kewm-PoUq54TWvNARJl_Sb978xFBtn5QNHhYGalE18JmED2T5XwDmhw1QFedlroAr6A/s1600-h/DSC06511.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306590293881845250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0MJp2jAPICWx8I76gfN5wm2nUZa9FxJITlb6uRVJX2nI3A2lR9P4iCCVL3IUFdxmoMo1Kewm-PoUq54TWvNARJl_Sb978xFBtn5QNHhYGalE18JmED2T5XwDmhw1QFedlroAr6A/s320/DSC06511.JPG" border="0" /></a> He loves me. :) Can you tell?<br /><br />Harry went back to work after New Years Day, and was laid off from his job temporarily. So he stayed home and warmed up the couch a lot, trying to find a job on the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">internet</span>. And I am happy to say all that warming paid off! I could keep my feet warm AND he started a job at <a href="http://www.steris.com/"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Steris</span></a> last week! He had worked at his job for 17 years, and the last couple years, he knew it was going to be time for something else in the near future. Harry has always liked to feel "secure", and when that is thrown off, he is thrown off. :) I can say that because he will love me anyway.<br /><br />I will be slowing down on the blogging, I'm sure. Here's why:<br /><br />He is still in Iowa, but we will only get to see him on weekends for the next 4 weekends or so. Then he will be off to Ohio for a couple weeks, and then to Pennsylvania for 9 (NINE) weeks. He is planning to be back home at least by the middle of June. I will have to fly out and see him - he is a couple hours from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Niagara</span> Falls during the Pennsylvania weeks! <br /><br />Anyway, this single mom thing isn't really what I had in mind while he was couch warming. I miss him. TONS. Even in the first week, I have quickly realized how much he really does for me. He keeps the girls occupied so I can actually get caught up on loose-ends housework (laundry put away, mail sorted, etc.). He would stay in the bathroom during bath time and I could clean up from supper. He picks on me enough to keep me smiling. He did my dishes while he was home. I MISS THAT ALREADY. And I really realized it when I went to the basement today to get some cookie dough from the freezer and found 4-6 inches of water covering the floor. Cool, huh? <br /><br />Sump pump went out, Ray came over with a little pump, and fixed us up for now. Things will obviously go wrong in my house before June hits, but who will fix it for me? My fantastic husband does all the work on our cars, all the heavy-duty work, lifting, maintenance on everything (even if it doesn't need it!), and still keeps my feet warm at night. I love that man. He's my best friend. The girls aren't real thrilled about him being gone - let's just leave it at that. :) come back soon, honey! But, congratulations on finding a secure job, no matter what the economy does! I know it will be well worth it at the end of this!Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-20636539216689516442009-02-16T11:55:00.000-08:002009-02-16T12:15:28.590-08:00Just for FunDaddy and Tiffany peeling a little orange, making small talk. Popping all the little seeds out and setting them beside the peels. And very matter-of-factly, Tiffany says "And Jesus said Don't eat the seeds."<br /><br />I wonder what she is referring to......<br /><span style="color:#663300;">Luke 8:15 But the seed on good soil stands for those with a noble and good heart.....<br />1 Peter 1:23 For you have been born again, not of perishable seed, but of imperishable, through the living and enduring word of God.<br /></span><br />And yesterday she was holding her baby and asked her 2 year old sister "What does a baby say?" and her sister wipes her eyes and answers "WAAAAA" and Tiffany the Teacher says "Very Good!!" in a very encouraging voice.<br /><br />Or when they fight like crazy girls until they are upstairs in bed, then it's a big slumber party....giggling and laughing. Tiffany tries to talk her sister into doing who knows what.....and follows up with "Oh Come on! Be FUN!"<br /><br />Most days...if I stop what I'm doing and just watch them - I can't help but crack up.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-75736255556985019242009-02-14T14:07:00.000-08:002009-02-14T14:24:11.555-08:00Deals for the day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytOifDTjcfWjhfP_dJmOTXAzBfWfsFxt1JUfD-hzV6vkKIu6d3PXzgS8RRO9EnJH3qHCFx36wyuP9WZQ0yDkmWQ9TwTP_rFcVz1xIKq3t_XSwmWzfQv4uviPRIGgW6hVezgRPEQ/s1600-h/DSC06553.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302778712844107826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiytOifDTjcfWjhfP_dJmOTXAzBfWfsFxt1JUfD-hzV6vkKIu6d3PXzgS8RRO9EnJH3qHCFx36wyuP9WZQ0yDkmWQ9TwTP_rFcVz1xIKq3t_XSwmWzfQv4uviPRIGgW6hVezgRPEQ/s320/DSC06553.JPG" border="0" /></a>Old Navy had a Valentine's Coupon: $5 off any purchase when you color a valentine. So we did. All of us. :) So we had 5 coupons = $25 off today! Woo Hoo! White pack of socks to the left were marked 8.99, plus 50% off. $4.50 with a $5 coupon is FREE! The white shirts, blue shirts, and brown pants to the left were on sale for 2 FOR $6. So Tiffany and Stacy bought their own. $6 minus $5 coupon = $1.00 for 2 items. Stoked. Then the individual socks were 10 for $10. So those ended up to be $5 after the coupon. Then we headed to Younkers and bought TWO 2-packs of leggings on the right. The 2-packs were $22.00, marked down to $5.14!<br /><br />Total today (including tax) for 6 pants, 4 shirts, and 20 socks in the picture: 8.56 Old Navy + 10:28 Younkers = $18.84 <br />New clothes that will fit this year = priceless.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-17535137940422299612009-02-05T11:14:00.000-08:002009-02-05T11:42:19.067-08:00Save Some Money with me.My name is Amie, and I am a coupon-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">holic</span>. I love words like BOGO (buy one get one) and FREE! I have had a lot of questions about where I get my coupons and how much time it really takes. I guess this disease I have is contagious? So here goes all my secrets ;) <br /><br />#1. The Recycle Center. It is a bit humbling digging through the newspaper bin for coupon inserts, but seriously - more coupons than you will need. But they are free - beats a $2 paper every week.<br /><br />#2. Click here: <a href="http://www.couponloop.com/id133.htm">The Coupon Loop</a> - great.<br /><br />#3. And here: <a href="http://forums.slickdeals.net/showthread.php?sduid=0&t=836711">SD - seriously great</a>.<br /><br />#4. <a href="http://www.afullcup.com/?vbseourl=cmps_index.php&page=coupon_generator">Target Coupons</a><br /><br />#5. <a href="http://www.bettycrocker.com/coupons-promotions/coupons/default.aspx?WT.ac=homepage_05-01-2008">Betty Crocker Coupons</a><br /><br />#6. <a href="http://www.pillsbury.com/coupons-promotions/">Pillsbury Coupons</a><br /><br />#7. <a href="http://coupons.smartsource.com//index.aspx?Link=5S2ZUA6PWPEPO">Smart Source Online</a><br /><br />#8. <a href="http://print.coupons.com/Couponweb/Offers.aspx?pid=12900&nid=10&zid=oh48">Coupons.com</a><br /><br />#9. <a href="http://www.sundaysaver.com/">Search by Store</a><br /><br />#10. <a href="http://www.shoplocal.com/waterloo/sales.aspx">Or circulars for all local stores here</a><br /><br />#11. A few great blogs: <br /><a href="http://www.coupongeek.net/">Coupon Geek</a><br /><a href="http://www.couponsavingfamily.com/">Coupon Saving Family</a><br /><a href="http://savvysavingstucson.blogspot.com/">Savvy Savings Tucson</a><br /><a href="http://www.frugalinvirginia.com/">Frugal in Virginia</a><br /><a href="http://www.commonsensewithmoney.com/">Common Sense With Money</a><br />The downfall? Different states = different grocery stores. Haven't found one in Iowa yet. So I'd like to be it. Except by the time I get done reading and looking at all this, I don't have much time to type out my grocery list with corresponding store and coupon deals. But I am going to start trying. But I need your vote!!! Should I post this stuff on my this blog - or use the "Save a buck" blog?<br /><br />What would you like to know about saving money??Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-19234054665181330752009-01-28T20:37:00.000-08:002009-01-28T20:50:15.157-08:00Baby, Baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitd_snvWqL9B4QVsT541nWtYgof6cVejZwPeEjiVXWJrzf_QZ1yt2xy5dOO3KJ8IpZun4BRhpDaqrW08TF4FNwLxDdLtVDSt_ICHmn_Yd5K7PKrXCk7vCPCJrHKqhXfzsym_Lskw/s1600-h/DSC01824.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296570510103096898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitd_snvWqL9B4QVsT541nWtYgof6cVejZwPeEjiVXWJrzf_QZ1yt2xy5dOO3KJ8IpZun4BRhpDaqrW08TF4FNwLxDdLtVDSt_ICHmn_Yd5K7PKrXCk7vCPCJrHKqhXfzsym_Lskw/s320/DSC01824.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ahhhhhhhh.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>We made it through the year.</div><br /><p>We have been without you for a whole year, but you are still just as real in our hearts. Our love for you has not faded, has not been forgotten. Although I have missed your new baby smell, and the classic first birthday cake pictures ... you somehow have this imprint on my soul that I am confident will never leave me. So much of you has made me who I am, and your life continues to make me into who I am to be. I have learned so much by having you on the earth for a blink of an eye, and have grown so much by having to learn to let you go, and especially by reaching out to my Savior -- the One who holds you now -- the One that has held me this year, and the One that will hold us together someday. Actually, I know you're the lucky one. I bet you're having a celebration of a lifetime today.....and every day. I miss you so much!</p><p>Trying to be patient.....</p><p>-Mommy</p>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-90392918813585003922009-01-25T15:55:00.000-08:002009-01-25T16:32:54.747-08:00Stacy Jean Is 2 Today!My parents drove down all the way from Minnesota to come to Chuck E. Cheese's for Stacy's 2nd Birthday! I was so excited! This is classic:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295384700530595522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinIWfqIYVa0BmPghQOBSLFrynIdDugNdKK2E-1sIwjChc-WraG0T3DiE-MxlwomUxn9nLtJyZbMLOwVcx0nW1PoL6-Zrbprwnq5n_9LkBMO802qmGc7KV-piXIEOjMRaqO5kP8uA/s320/DSC06260.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Stacy and Me eating cake off the candles. :)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6lkKLsG42_FzwraIU6-hpEj5xFmVqWgSmTlJj-OGgpsMPLBspnBuf0RGFzOeggTY0hCYz9Q8s4dV88wBR0Q8mKXXepneP07AcnZkHThcVqjC2mZoKT4ca-NnqiXy5JGxoMHMpg/s1600-h/DSC06312.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295384970499177938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6lkKLsG42_FzwraIU6-hpEj5xFmVqWgSmTlJj-OGgpsMPLBspnBuf0RGFzOeggTY0hCYz9Q8s4dV88wBR0Q8mKXXepneP07AcnZkHThcVqjC2mZoKT4ca-NnqiXy5JGxoMHMpg/s320/DSC06312.JPG" border="0" /></a> Daddy and Darin<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295385246878208626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFifIkeZvXzkIO8i8FMVkhP6hR2OgsZhDbFCJLmIGRCPru9HgtOMcahxXFbj0UKNbNY_lMLqBms22EAy7Oo66b-TTyGAn1iu4orC3dwYQlDiAvhLrlvj2Dp4brlC_CPbVKrA6j8g/s320/DSC06358.JPG" border="0" />Tiffany very excited about her tickets to put in the Ticket Muncher!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295386967172655010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwmISVeKMLT8A0yFhBFnUgqWyK7LRmkvnTHSqrrsI8uiYDiKGSM8F0r014_rgzRNdO6VDIIhPr2X5mkgDrj9sJoo-1xrvKAvWtqSVp2t1NKqqVbEhf-XzSgb8m2WqCeTfdPwrPIg/s320/DSC06338.JPG" border="0" />Aunt Wendy and Jerry came!<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295385899114116562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZF37D7yBOXTLrTqqFALAc6g9i0fJBobwcDQH84HvZTnyQ3f7Yc94_b7RMjQvxhsmIZxIiiphFkzPi94tLDAvOC4TxoNSSpCkcZ6a_hmsU3NrkpW5EFQ11oKJbXDt6efY9XK9Z0g/s320/DSC06252.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>And Tessa and Christopher!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295387412219898818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxSpuLAT_EnWEjv-IDtX_qVpX_XihlHKT4MfBdKcGov7BmiWBE2rKpT5MxRq5QXMK5oO2NyhCBHuGpRyku7m-6DYBQ6mFE0hL9aKJZFfBthzErd1X5iR2NY7CdbW1CVzHDjcnBng/s320/DSC06256.JPG" border="0" />And Cameron and Brenda and sweet girls!<br /></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295386703309255922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMibxSlgVZMGygg8WrnasoGeX1hdwIbXLNIVXQJ69biMEx8l0-1iHQPvFc06TICmtlWdJ2KFRI0h9FYTMmo5vUF1RAtkILpuXPRDYlSMuylKdBao4y7N2cfIzM-LVvHyfL5sqFNg/s320/DSC06318.JPG" border="0" />I was so happy they all came out today and we got to hang out together. My brother wasn't able to make it, but we still adore him. :) Believe it or not, this is the first real party we have had for a birthday - we usually just hang out at home and have cake and ice cream with presents, then a bath, then bed. <div></div><br /><div>I leaned over to Harry today and told him that this sure beats the c-section 2 years ago! She came out something like this:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295392390343691298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCWJfobgAHnieBwHVRtQZ95QT3SZ3nJpn_Kjvo-m9sXKp3Tx7Aw_OcqdaOiJlV68_L_Egg7YSWcTRUX0UTADnDgz8IhjYCa4nYmpps1sxqf42nYZB0eZWG2On8jZI-dEO-tFvJRQ/s320/new.+119.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br />Stacy cracks me up. She makes faces and eye contact that can crack me up in 0.5 seconds. :) I wouldn't trade her for anything!!! Even on her bad days! Love you Stacy!Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-10484534382807055742009-01-17T20:59:00.000-08:002009-01-17T21:06:19.088-08:00Question of the Day<div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;">If you never comment on my blog, today is the day! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffff99;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqZj3k1UNmPfKRXthPt9g7MT4eWLenMgEowS_Mp2oAI1AcZyYb4tw3piLkL72Zu8XAgXkbnTi9nXNcH4H4ZDfhvR6NhXhmQGXx5VwA5nQgjypAqE0dSCizBUQtJ-rliLUIDekfA/s1600-h/over+the+hill.jpg"><span style="color:#ffff99;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292495129106983842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggqZj3k1UNmPfKRXthPt9g7MT4eWLenMgEowS_Mp2oAI1AcZyYb4tw3piLkL72Zu8XAgXkbnTi9nXNcH4H4ZDfhvR6NhXhmQGXx5VwA5nQgjypAqE0dSCizBUQtJ-rliLUIDekfA/s320/over+the+hill.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#ffff99;"><br /></span><span style="color:#ffff99;">My hubby and I are in a bit of a debate. And it's so important that I thought I'd ask my bloggy friends: </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff99;">???? What age, in your opinion, is Over The Hill ????</span></div>Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18097330.post-49528056020265987012009-01-16T15:40:00.000-08:002009-01-16T15:52:01.956-08:00BrrrrrIt's not really news to say that it's cold out. I think we all know that. But seriously....this picture was taken inside my house - normally there is not too much draft in the kitchen. But today, we got this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IiOcjmLrqZblSLfQRc6XDXj1wIfLDAAWbyeC2kbzZBue9AGJLN_a70VGTPueP5yYYXxMYlvbgyBVYmaDph_ImorW1XPoNVV7DbrSC3PERho-chOScankmIOa-rjBSqo4TOLeuQ/s1600-h/DSC06182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292041197509944850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6IiOcjmLrqZblSLfQRc6XDXj1wIfLDAAWbyeC2kbzZBue9AGJLN_a70VGTPueP5yYYXxMYlvbgyBVYmaDph_ImorW1XPoNVV7DbrSC3PERho-chOScankmIOa-rjBSqo4TOLeuQ/s320/DSC06182.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cool, huh?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The little hinges on the door were white with frost, too. Nice. And I wonder why the girls are found in my bed in the morning. Queen sized bed - 4 people. Guess I can't blame them, though. My morning breath rocks.Amiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14773294926954943053noreply@blogger.com5