tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55822678777435504122024-03-20T16:03:32.674-07:00Cheri's seasons of the heartCherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-33579623363871905052012-04-10T04:49:00.003-07:002012-04-10T05:02:40.014-07:00It's been a yearI'm not expecting anyone to read this post, I'm writing it for myself . . . Just so I can get it off my chest and process it.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>A year ago, I was betrayed. By the one person I never thought could or would do it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I've popped in to her work from time to time to "see" her, and most of the time it hurts me so badly it takes days for me to recover from it. </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I saw her last week, and still haven't recovered. But then maybe that's because the anniversary of her betrayal is right now.</div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I want her to sincerely say she's sorry. I want her to tell me how much she has missed me, I want her to make up for what she did to me. But she fills the world with useless words and bullshit. I want substance, I don't want superficial crap. I want her to say, her life is not the same without me in it. That she has missed me so much. That she was stupid and dumb. That if I allowed her back in to my life she would cherish my love and friendship like she had the previous 38 years and would never do anything to risk loosing me again. But instead, she tells me about her cat, (That's fine, I told her about mine) And she says things to me like you would a stranger . . . not someone who was raised with you like a sister. </div><br /><br /><div>I guess I don't understand, if she was the one to do wrong, then why am I the one to hurt over this. It doesn't seem fair. It just doesn't.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 396px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729740795534732818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhROYYIraKBVWk474bUBgy3-AtwV5mVPQSSBlnIIteFDrO_X8Uv_kcBuL0utGpJBAJbeIXnhOf7DfmNdMRjBy3r_hHEvOAezzDAbQ_pEvpHfCIxfQpT883j4-6kWKLySbzPUyJk_texTxR6/s400/IMG_1659.JPG" /></div><br />I miss the girl I knew, the one who was my friend, the one who would have done anything for me, the one that I thought I would have forever and always.Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-57852308974305395662011-12-12T05:11:00.000-08:002011-12-12T05:18:22.150-08:00I would like to introduce you to the newest member of my family<div>I have been pondering a cat for a while now. And fighting with my self over another pet, and one that uses a litter box which needs to be cleaned. BLEK! But my heart kept telling me that I needed a cat, or maybe that a cat needed me. (who knows?) I was at target yesterday morning, and for some reason I wanted to go over to Petco and see if they had any "kittens" (I thought I wanted a young kitten, or a early adolecent kitten) They get them from different shelters and adopt them out for the shelters. But my head was like, "stupid! you don't need a kitten!! Go home!" <br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br />So home I went. Then Alex and Darryl and I were sitting around and one of the dogs did something retarded. And Darryl says, "That's why I like cats." So off to Petco I went. They used to have the adoptees in one part of the store and they weren't there. And So I was getting ready to leave, and There they were. Three cages! 2 cats, one said he wasn't up for adoption, and I wasn't interested in a boy cat any way . . . I knew I wanted a girl. And in the other cage was "Stella"<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685229544287249058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywdKqhaL0kQSNWkM6wJOXdLdkoiHEIXMLMfXVAqCvuX_q1cyZflSi-ZX7ma3RskPCPvXBYYob9Nn52u-Eqpor_yZ1SJFVQHXWmuQwof2ypvDYYml1L8LG_vi2yZMOgIGyUqif0BYemOo3/s400/Tempee+3.jpg" /> I sat on the floor and talked with her through the cage, and asked the clerk about her. And Then I left! I still "thought" I needed a kitten. So I went to Petsmart, because they do adoptions also. I get in there and the whole adoption area is demolished, I guess they are expanding it or something. No cats there. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>So back to petco I go, and I walk up to "Stella" <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685229536824570306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Tnb7t28xRlAiwPrjYBiEQ4uEh3ySImAL36yfKwo3zL5nFW1EHeo_l9y3BJJ_NE5P0D5kzdyty0ShbJsjESDwW34CvmIxviM_-vb7dgnl6nfzd4yrWg1okkw82vMVOl6v1E8IX85WUb4N/s400/Tempee+2.jpg" />again, and asked her if she wanted to go home with me, (I have a little "Doctor Dolittle" in me) She jumped down from where she was laying, and rubbed on my fingers I had poking through the cage . . . (I guess that meant yes!!) So I ran through the store buying all the things I need for her. Filled out the adoption papers and "Stella" and I left . . . got home with my now UNnamed cat. And it was just me and darryl home and he was so excited he could hardly stand himself.<br /></div><br /><div>Tempee doesn't care about the dogs . . . they don't bother her at all . . . (And Jade was even here yesterday when we brought her home) No issues at all.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>She is not sure what to think of the boys . . . But she loves me already. And I love her.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685229532552043618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIwvXAXhn23YZv9i9EVZOc_2DotQlUFL5SxWM7B9_ZuBeuelF5zLvAgz70WXauLHJ7zsIbbpSzREWdhjZmCkHwtd9NtgxXk2nxUn97CPpOkg4XVDnVVa-bSn-QvSOdrMN5qLOWbWZbL-Rr/s400/Tempee+1.jpg" /></div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-37959888590822782962011-11-08T05:41:00.000-08:002011-11-08T05:53:46.377-08:00Happy birthday tooooooo- ME (And Lee)!!Ok so the pics are out of the order I wanted them in . . . but oh well . . . somethings just don't go the way this red head wants them to.<br /><br />I celebrated my 45th birthday November 3, 2011. It is also the birthday of one of my MOST favorite people on the planet! Lee Karr! <br /><br />Lee and I met a gazillioin year ago back in 1993. She became my Writing mentor. *By the time she retired from writing, she had published 49 books!! She is amazing. <br /><br />So since Lee and I share a birthday I thought we should celebrate it together. <br /><br />About 3 years ago my friend Jaqui gave me a tiara for my birthday! I have wore it every year since (Pretty much all day!) so I gave a tiara to Lee, so she could be queen for the day also!<br /><br />We went to Red Lobster by her house, so they wouldn't have to travel very far. <br /><br />This picture is Top row- Michael (Lee's wonderful hubby) and My Mimi<br />Bottom Row- Tiara Girls - Lee Karr 86 years yound and ME~<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672620283027966306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFZPJj4b15Hvp0pZJ3K3ObGsP8hWVsFyChNRk1EeTrKS6P5v823oU4x3JrnPaoABHrJH7EPamTowsW0PbP3S1rwqET9n3TyTL-59RkWDquctKzhX3zQu3JwHyMcelYrIT2ATIZGQ67TA2/s400/IMG_1830.JPG" />When Lee and I were at Writers conferences we would always drink "Sex on the Beach" So we had to have one for our birthdays! She said when I ordered the drinks, "I was wondering if you had reformed!?" "Never!" I said!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672620278674717650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOVMrOns3G-c0E0ZZKmp-ujp6dvR8COd4YyPar8QIGo535XnfcKn7lES7NjWPFL8CnD53yR8Moh7o2DsVmhW83TQynin6wzwKomeSkGoOpWYgBw1oEWHrw7-9ykEIhNGIAskBZFFY9q0TV/s400/IMG_1825.JPG" />I think that this was the best birthday I've ever had. I was surrounded by wonderful people and I felt so loved and adored. I got to spend my birthday with such lovely people and created memories that I will cherish for a life time.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhOUZF4hB7ryIfJIKELYvozJMTvGC5Skfl673Yfp7Bzim_aehAl4V2FsUk6SFj0eniz0nbLdsIohSPBjraQ-ar9nNevmAbYd3LPM_uhtwozgvmjdQFQKaARnLlqNVgfBYDPWBLATaftye/s1600/IMG_1821.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672620232590083506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqhOUZF4hB7ryIfJIKELYvozJMTvGC5Skfl673Yfp7Bzim_aehAl4V2FsUk6SFj0eniz0nbLdsIohSPBjraQ-ar9nNevmAbYd3LPM_uhtwozgvmjdQFQKaARnLlqNVgfBYDPWBLATaftye/s400/IMG_1821.JPG" /></a> It isn't the money you spend that makes a birthday wonderful, it's the love thats showed, the expressions of pure joy . . . I had so much love and birthday wishes that my heart was over flowing! And Alex (oldest son) even gave me a kiss on the cheek! (Total shocker!) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>This was my BEST DAY!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-39583580773942090142011-11-08T05:37:00.001-08:002011-11-08T05:41:06.912-08:00Turn the Radio up!My friend Michelle is here training a dog for a wounded warrior. She is with the TADSAW program, and we went on the radio again, to talk all about it. She is head trainer, and I am warrior advocate. This show was pretaped, and will air November 14, 2011, at 3 PM Mountain time. <br /><br />You can find it on your computer at <a href="http://www.milehiradio.com/">www.milehiradio.com</a> then go to the Unsung heroes show, and you will find us. That is where you can also find my archived show I did last time I was on- about TADSAW, Make a wish, Locks of love, and of course MY Thomas.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyZ4ncPOiY6zREAw9K2xVK6lJsjkLqRdWwHIsuM5kxWAv5vE3atFJTMOCNDp8n5Yu-o4IGYjqyqhyphenhyphenQiAvD2p2wuE00TrEGSkY0iuvSKKqzfs4JtLWRP3GR2x54kF33da0t8Xiq543XTGa/s1600/IMG_1874.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672618764464257058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyZ4ncPOiY6zREAw9K2xVK6lJsjkLqRdWwHIsuM5kxWAv5vE3atFJTMOCNDp8n5Yu-o4IGYjqyqhyphenhyphenQiAvD2p2wuE00TrEGSkY0iuvSKKqzfs4JtLWRP3GR2x54kF33da0t8Xiq543XTGa/s400/IMG_1874.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-20745821573420067732011-10-18T05:06:00.000-07:002011-10-18T05:13:31.735-07:00Update on the radio showI thought I would post a little update about the show.<br /><br />IT TURNED OUT GREAT!!<br /><br />I didn't cry . . . I guess all the extra help I got "from above" and all the emotional hand holding, good throughts and prayers helped. No tears from me! Although several people told me that I had them in tears.<br /><br />Here is s link to the show incase you are inclined to listen to it.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664803513198617858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB076vqj6lqSva82PVBPLQV8cd_frY3YeqlUPvWPILM0nmv2V6B-n5UFqt4WxrmjsEQ9NB7q48uGW_7QPseX68AN41SfiqLZt2y7UsW2sH4Ig563yPze9EV-OXIKad4yTm4XoQcHjhcL7d/s400/IMG_1754.JPG" /><br />*silly side note- in the empty chair in the room where the blue microphone is, is Thomas' scrapbook album. I brought it for "Santa" to see, and then just figured Thomas should be a part of the show. So I gave him his own chair.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://milehiradio.com/shows.cfm?id=44B38F9C-D9B6-FEBA-5EDB6A806F88ECC7">http://milehiradio.com/shows.cfm?id=44B38F9C-D9B6-FEBA-5EDB6A806F88ECC7</a>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-60076966067724789582011-10-17T05:07:00.000-07:002011-10-17T05:46:20.950-07:00Why didn't I just do it?Have you ever had one of those moments where you feel compelled to do something and then think you are being silly and disregard it? I had one of those days yesterday (Sunday)<br /><br />I have a pretty big week this week. Well, kind of. I have a pretty big Monday and Tuesday, and the rest of the week depends on how Tuesday goes.<br /><br />Today (Monday) I am going to be on the radio, on a show called "Unsung Heroes", and tomorrow I get a tooth removed that abscessed last Wednesday and I have been on antibiotics since then for. The rest of the week is still up in the air, who knows how bad the tooth extraction will be.<br /><br />So back to the point- (I get lost in tangents all the time)<br /><br />Since this is a big couple days for me, I figured that going to church would be a good thing yesterday morning. I truly do love my church . . . I'm not as active or regular as I would like to be, but I also know that everything comes in time and when the time is right I will do more.<br /><br />One of the things I really love about my Church is at some point during the service, they bring out "Pray partners" to pray with anyone who thinks they just need a little more. While these people are praying all over the sanctuary, the rest of us are singing, and me, well, I'm singing distractedly . . . as I'm watching the humble people go out to the pray partners and as for help. (I hate to ask for help- I know, it's a personal flaw). Every time I see this happening in the church, these people, heads bent together and prayers being said, I get all choked up and emotional. Its truly beautiful.<br /><br />I've been pretty laid up with this tooth infection for the last few days . . . and yesterday I was finally feeling as though I was well enough to take on church . . . I got there feeling fine. I got there a little early, and wandered a bit. I walked by the prayer room and wanted to go in . . . but then thought, "how silly are you Cheri, you don't need to go in the prayer room". So I went to the bathroom instead. After my potty break where I didn't really need to piddled, I Went in to the sanctuary and took my seat, I like to sit on the raised seats, by the sound booth, because I love to watch how emotional and impassioned the sound booth guy gets when we are singing. (Yes I get distracted a lot.) I start reading the program, and I'm feeling fine. The service starts and we start to sing, and all of a sudden I'm swaying on my feet . . . I feel like I'm going to faint. I widen my stance, maybe I had my knees locked. My head is spinning. What's going on with me? I leave my seat and go out and get a bottle of water, glance at the prayer room as I walk by, it's still those same people sitting in there, they must be the ones who pray with you or talk to you or help you. How nice for the people who go in there. I'm feeling better. Water bottle in hand, I go back to my seat. They are still standing and singing. So I drink some water and start singing. And I'm back to feeling woozie again, head can't focus, and I feel dizzy, like I'm going to pass out. I have sweat dripping off of me. What's going on?? I sit down and finish singing, I think it would be horrible to faint in the sanctuary during the songs or prayer.<br /><br />They brought out the prayer partners and I watched the people go to them . . . I love that part of church! Typically brings tears to my eyes . . . This time, I'm crying . . . Why am I crying . . . Get it together Cheri! What's wrong with you?!<br /><br />Just as they are about to bring out pastor, I grab my book bag and I am going to leave, I am too dizzy to stay, I will go sit in my car for a while. <br /><br />I didn't make it to the car, some how I ended up the opposite direction of the parking lot, back to the prayer room. I don't remember walking there. I truly don't. All of a sudden I was just there. I stood in the door way for a second and the two people in the room welcomed me in. I didn't even make it to the sofa, before I was sobbing. Good Lord, I hate crying! Sobbing is even worse! And I'm doing it in front of strangers! What's wrong with me!!!!<br /><br />Some how through the sobs I tell them my name, and that I'm going to be on the radio (today) on "Unsung heroes" and I don't feel like a hero, and I don't want to go on the radio and cry. I don't want to disappoint anyone. . . I don't want to let anyone down, and I especially don't want to let Thomas down. <br /><br />they talk with me for a while, then they sat on both sides of me on the sofa, and held my hands and prayed for me- with me. I just felt like a quivering mess . . . like my insides were shaking. They allowed me to stay in there longer, and just talk . . . They were very sweet. The longer I sat in there the better I felt. The tears dried up, and I felt a bit stronger.<br /><br />So, why didn't I just go in there when I first got there? Why did I have to be pretty much dragged kicking and screaming in to the prayer room? (And don't even get me started on "Who" was dragging me in there) Everything in me was telling me to go, and I didn't listen . . . My morning would have been so much easier if I had just listened to what was going on with in me in the first place.<br /><br />I guess thats part of this spiritual journey . . . learning to listen. To know that spirit isn't going to lead me wrong.Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-79753423929244930182011-07-28T19:25:00.000-07:002011-07-28T19:30:29.695-07:00I'm still here!!!I'm still here . . .I am not gone . . . I'm not going anywhere . . .<br /><br />My feelings are hurt . . . you broke my heart . . . you betrayed my trust . . .<br /><br />How stupid am I?? I miss you. I would still forgive you, if you could "own it", own what you did, with out excuses . . . and don't tell me that it wasn't excuses . . .<br /><br />Did you choose to drink?<br /><br />Did you choose to do what you did? <br /><br />Did you choose to hurt me, knowing how I felt?<br /><br />You did! I did NOT knock you down and make you drink . . . I did not force you to do what you did. all of that you did on your own, yet I would still forgive you . . . but you would have to truly own it.<br /><br />Can you actually accept responsibility for your actions? Can you as my forgiveness without pushing off blame on others? <br /><br />If you can, I still love you . . .I miss you . . . I miss my friend.Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-16796449875265340922011-04-14T13:57:00.000-07:002011-04-14T14:00:15.742-07:00WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!!I hurt my foot in September of 2010, 6 weeks ago tomorrow I had surgery to fix my Achillies tendon and my ATFL, and today, my doctor said that I get to start being without the boot 3-4 hours a day. And gradually increase the time without the boot! I am on the mend! I will eventually get to walk without the boot all the time and have a normal foot!!! I'm so excited . . . I accidentially bought 3 pairs of sandals today!! (yes it was an accident! I really didn't mean to buy that many!)Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-72836160912073606272011-03-31T13:26:00.000-07:002011-03-31T13:31:55.654-07:00just letting you know . . . .My life is kind of a "clusterfuck of gargantuan proportion" right now . . . and I don't really want to get in to it . . . I'm sure I will share at some point. But considering my current life and how I was feeling this morning. I was weepy and crying. My friend Susan said to me, "Turn on KLOVE radio station and listen to that, it always cheers me up." I promised her I would. So as I was pulling out of my drive way today to go to the doctor to get my cast off my foot, I changed the station to KLOVE. AS the song was coming on, I realized it was Thomas' song from Mercy me- I can only imagine. I started crying again . . . because I could feel that Thomas was letting me know that everything was going to be all right. That things aren't as bad I was thinking they were. I love moments of "thomas-ness"!!!!!!Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-729610457714364232011-03-28T07:59:00.000-07:002011-03-28T08:23:24.606-07:00How do you feel?When I was younger I thought I was so wise and smart. I thought I had the tiger by the tail and knew it all. I was wise beyond my years. (or so I thought) When I was 16 I decided that that was the best age, and wouldn't "mentally" age past that, and if you know me in Real life, then you may believe that I really haven't mentally aged past 16. And if you don't count in the foot thing I am currently experience, I still really do feel young, maybe not 16 any more, but maybe in my 20's. In Physical time, I'm 44, at least <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> what my birthday cake told me on my last birthday. This got me thinking do the people who are celebrating their 100<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> birthday feel as though they are 80 or 70 or 60 . . . Do we always feel as though in our minds and heart we are younger than our physical age? My Grandpa lived to be 90, he had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Alzheimer's</span>, and didn't know who any of us were, he didn't remember that he had hip replacement, and shouldn't cross his legs any more, (So he would cross his legs and pop his hip out) but he was happy. He found joy in each and every moment, even though he couldn't remember. I remember one time going to the nursing home to see him. I had just had Alex, he was about 7 months old, and still in the walker (and he was in the walker on the patio rolling around) . . . My grandpa wanted to hold Alex. I was scared to let my grandpa hold Alex. My grandpa was so . . . Broken . . . he wasn't physically what I remembered him to be . . . (an old farmer man who had made his life working hard on the land) But I stood close and let my grandpa hold Alex. My grandpa was so happy and excited. He loved holding my baby. He smiled so big, and kept saying "he is such a heavy little fella". It was one of the greatest moments of my life . . . so simply bring this kind of joy to my grandpa. What a blessing. My grandpa didn't know how old he was, he didn't know how "broken" he was. And I love that. His mind was not at the same place as his body was. If we all spend less time thinking about how broken we are and simply enjoy the way our heads and hearts feel, "16", then I think we would be happier. I find myself getting mired down in the worries of today (and yes, currently I do have a lot of worries, lots of changes on the horizon) but if I stay true to my head and heart, and focus on fixing the things I can and finding joy and bliss in each and every moment, then I think the worries of the day will fall away and I will feel more like 16 again . . . What is the age of your head and your heart?Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-6931619580562741682011-03-23T07:32:00.000-07:002011-03-23T07:54:01.027-07:00I'm still hereI survived my surgery . . . but I don't know if I will actually survive my recovery . . . Good grief is it hard to lay around and do nothing, since I cant put any weight on my foot . . . <br /><br />I hate being dependant on people to bring me food or drive me around . . . I'm too <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">independent</span> for this.<br /><br />So since I'm stuck being broken right now, I'm feeling a little blue . . . but I figure this is temporary . . . and eventually I will be up and about again, and be better than before . . . <br /><br />Since I got my "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">rollabout</span>" (A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">scooterish</span> thing you put your bad leg on and then use your good foot to push your self around on.) I'm a little more mobile! and I love it! I'm so happy I have a little more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Independence</span>! <br /><br />It's amazing how much TV I have watched . . . UGH! Have I ever mentioned that Day time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">tv</span> sucks. It really does. Thank God I have tons of movies and I'm able to watched them so I don't have to just watch TV. <br /><br />I watched the movie Hereafter the other day, it was pretty good. But I got this line from the movie. "Death doesn't kill love" I love that. I think about that with Thomas. . . . Just because he died, doesn't mean I quit loving him. <br /><br />Oh speaking of Thomas, before I had my surgery, I felt Thomas with me, assuring me that I would do fine in my surgery. He wouldn't allow anything to happen to me. I think this was my 13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> surgery (They say that the more times they put you out for surgery the worse it is for you and the harder it is to bring you back from it) So the morning I had my surgery, I was calm. I felt Thomas with me . . . When I got to the hospital, they were getting ready for my surgery, and took my blood pressure, it was 70/110 (pretty low) The nurse was so shocked at how low it was, because I was so calm, that she took it twice to be sure. Apparently the surgery went well, I haven't heard that I had any problems. In Recovery I did well and got to come home within a few hours of surgery. Pretty much I think that I was too <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">gorked</span> out on pain <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> after surgery that I didn't feel Thomas any more. So I don't know if he was still with me or not. <br /><br />Since Thomas' death, it seems that when I really need him, he is here with me. I love that. I miss him terribly still, but I feel so blessed that I am able to have him with me from time to time.<br /><br />So I'm sitting here, happily I have a laptop and I'm able to stay in touch with the world at large and not go totally crazy(<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ier</span>). <br /><br />I did get out of the house for a bit yesterday, I was able to go for a little drive, but having my foot NOT up caused it to swell horribly, and that gave me a lot of pain . . . so I guess I'm not able to do that again for a while . . . <br /><br />Well I have a hankering for "BACON" (food of the Gods) now, so I think I will go get my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">rollabout</span> and head to the kitchen.<br /><br />Hope you have a fantastic day!Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-7410172190885811472011-03-02T06:16:00.000-08:002011-03-02T06:23:24.420-08:00Surgery March 4Well Finally!!! That's all I have to say about that! I'm FINALLY going to get my foot surgery and be able to get my life back.<br /><br />So I want to take a moment and tell everyone how much I love and appreciate them.<br /><br />My boys you all are total goobers but I love you with all my heart! You are the best thing I have ever done in my life.<br /><br />My wonderful friends, Jaqui, Lorinda, Mimi, Gennae, what would I do without you? Hopefully I will never find out.<br /><br />Tim, thank you for all you have done and been.<br /><br />My most amazing mom and dad ~ Need I say more, they are wonderful beyond anything thing a girl could ask for, I am truly blessed to have them.<br /><br />A persons life is colored by the people who cross their path, that change and add colors to the page . . . and my life has been enriched and colored more brightly than I had ever hoped it to be. My life is a rainbow because of all of you who have blessed me with your love and friendship.<br /><br />Thank you all!<br /><br />I will be a bit out of commission for a while with this surgery, so if you don't see a blog post for a while, just keep checking back, I'm sure there will be one as soon as I'm a bit more mobile.Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-66311790781906499182011-02-05T05:45:00.000-08:002011-02-05T06:05:26.158-08:00Sad newsMy uncle Richard died yesterday. Feb 4 or 3. (I don't know exactly I'm not really in the loop of knowing details~ and as I am a detail person I feel extra out of sorts for not knowing.)<br /><br />He had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">pulmonary</span> fibrosis. And then late last year in 2010, they told him that he also had single cell cancer. At that point they took him off the donor list (he was on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">donor</span> list for a lung transplant) and told him to go home. The end was near, they would keep him comfortable but the lung he had hoped to get was not part of the plan anymore.<br /><br />I talked to him on the phone right around thanksgiving, and he seemed in good spirits. He struggled to breath but we had a good conversation. I had tried to text him a few times since and never <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> a response, but come to find out, he didn't have a cell phone any more. (Which I didn't know about till last night~ Again, not in the loop)<br /><br />I go through this every time someone from this side of my family dies. I'm totally out of the loop, as I have been for my whole life. They don't know me, I don't know them, and though I try to keep in touch with them, it seems as though my efforts are futile. <br /><br />Even when my own biological father passed away, everyone called to talk to him and say goodbye, I had no idea what was going on, and no one bothered to call and tell me. I thought he was safely in the hospital, and planning on going to the next hospital the next day. I didn't find out what was going on till the following morning at about 5 my aunt called to tell me he died, and then about 4 hours later my sister called me. I didn't get to say good bye, and the last time I had talked to him, my words were flippant and insensitive, "Only the good die young Joe, you should be around forever." He proved me wrong. He died 3 months later . . . And those words to him have haunted me since. I didn't ever get to say what I wanted to, or needed to and that has haunted me since, and I'm very angry at my family for not allowing me that. <br /><br />Then when My Grandma died the same thing happened. A day or so after it happened my uncle called and told me she died. <br /><br />and now the same thing with Uncle Richard. I never get the opportunity to say goodbye . . . they always take that from me. I'm out of the loop and it hurts my feelings.<br /><br />But I need to snap myself out of it . . . I need to realize that this isn't about me . . . I need to send love and compassion to my family who is missing the loss of the person who passed . . . but its sometimes hard to move beyond my own feelings and think outside of myself.<br /><br />As with Thomas I think someone who has had to suffer with a long <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">debilitating</span> disease when they finally get to the end of their lives they are relieved, and I think sometimes the family is a little relieved also . . . for the one ready to go on to the next adventure they see it as a beginning of the end of the pain, and the excitement of the unknown . . . for the family they see the loss, the every day ache of not having that person around any more. As my family in Texas grieves I send my love and compassion, and if they let me know when the funeral is, I will send flowers. Its not much but it makes me feel better to do it. <br /><br />I'm sure Uncle Richard was ready to go. . . I know he will be missed.<br /><br />Rest in peace Uncle Richard!Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-15335811238235269852011-02-03T04:55:00.001-08:002011-02-03T05:19:24.048-08:00The most amazing thingI am so blessed. <br />What a simple statement, but means so much. <br /><br />After last years pain of loosing Thomas and then the rebuilding of my life again and figuring out who I would keep in my life and who I wouldn't and reinventing myself with my new sense of self, I didn't know if I would ever allow someone new to come in to my heart again. After all, letting Thomas in to my heart was what made it break so badly, right? (No not true, but sometimes in the dark days my heart felt like that.) <br /><br />I cleaned house last year, deciding who would stay in my life and who would go. Who was actually a friend and who wasn't. Who shared the vision, and who didn't. Who had a heart filled with love for me, as much as I had a heart filled with love for them.<br /><br />Late in 2010 I made a new friend. It was a "By hook or by Crook" kind of meeting, we are both "Friends" (I use the word lightly) of other people and kind of bonded over a dramatic "Friend" issue . . . but then the "Friends" kind of went away, and still we were there, still wanting to talk, still wanting to be friends . . . It's developed in to something wonderful.<br /><br />She helps to push me to achieve my goals, and I help her to see how wonderful and amazing she is~ (No one has ever told her how great she is before)<br /><br />So . . . here is why my word for the year is BELIEVE . . . I have been editing my books and writing again, and she has been helping me. I have 3 books ALMOST READY to start going out to publishers and agents to see if they will publish me . . . (Scary, but very exciting.) <br /><br />Well she has been talking about a "Super secret Mission" for a long time . . . she was sending me a "Super secret mission" . . . she wouldn't give me many clues about what it was, and so I was totally clueless (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> so most of the time I am pretty clueless~ but that's beside the point) <br /><br />So yesterday my "super secret mission" came in the mail.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569446495102638386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjya4ZsRG5AACmfmaKD09erUZUDPv11BicBCJkc_Zpyx-Rv_rXqJHuLjC6F7roCT5ynKanoY2ImgieltsPKONIZUh92GcTMdny0HjeB3oAXH9RI17zIZmm3jKES8GJhBEakS6rUl9cuhfgU/s400/super+secret+mission" /><br />Woo <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hoo</span>! I was excited to see what it was! the build up for this box was huge, and I was very excited to get it.<br /><br />And when I opened the box the first thing I opened was a brandy warmer . . . Very cool! Love it, and then the second thing I opened was this really cool pear brandy with a real pear in the bottle (Apparently they grow the pear in the bottle) and then the third thing was a book . . . MY BOOK!!!!<br /><br />My amazing friend MADE ME MY BOOK!! She had her friends make the pages and another friend make the binding, and another friend do the art work!! OH my FUCKING GOD!!! This is the most amazing thing I have ever <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span>. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYaaDJLV4jWo8IoKVI8k-TX6eEvWcWWCkpUYiQkYuIfN8AscAgUGUIEOuoilR22L2aVypGVt4E6ueV3aGZH7SB-MooTRUaidsE3JWiBkCwu7f_NnMEmVB6PWBfknN6UgOWitUmrUK9OUt/s1600/super+secret+mission+10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569446496060795842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmYaaDJLV4jWo8IoKVI8k-TX6eEvWcWWCkpUYiQkYuIfN8AscAgUGUIEOuoilR22L2aVypGVt4E6ueV3aGZH7SB-MooTRUaidsE3JWiBkCwu7f_NnMEmVB6PWBfknN6UgOWitUmrUK9OUt/s400/super+secret+mission+10.jpg" /></a> I saw it and teared up . . . the realization that my book could actually be a real book is over the top wonderful! Oh my god! I can't believe it when I look at it, it's my book~ MY BOOK! </div><div> </div><div>I know that may not make a lot of sense to a lot of you, but to see my story written out and put into book form is like one of the hugest things in my life. </div><div> </div><div>I can see my dream . . . I can see the vision of my book being a real book . . . I can see people sitting on buses and trains reading it. I can see women laying in the bath tub falling in love with my characters . . . I can see it! I can really see it! </div><div> </div><div>The reality of my book being a "Real book" is there, its firmly planted in my heart . . . I can see it, and you know what they say . . . "If you can dream it (see it) you can achieve it!" I can see it!!! <br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomIhzOrrR9iC_GXlhVBKCJoUGgcMgFeA5MGHn0hKKaFOpT5cnpVa6CTARCUp-BWbhvqgTThgGHo_crDeZbPLJw4H7YSnwAMwfK9hU4emVeranNffQpTwpGIKqh5OubS_pZozsBxSrPmI_/s1600/super+secret+mission+9.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569446493649931826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjomIhzOrrR9iC_GXlhVBKCJoUGgcMgFeA5MGHn0hKKaFOpT5cnpVa6CTARCUp-BWbhvqgTThgGHo_crDeZbPLJw4H7YSnwAMwfK9hU4emVeranNffQpTwpGIKqh5OubS_pZozsBxSrPmI_/s400/super+secret+mission+9.jpg" /></a>I can really see it!!! </div><div> </div><div>And I have my friend to thank for it. Thank you for making my dream and my story into a reality! Thank you for coming in to my life! You have made my life a better place! <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-86342485262215757192011-01-31T05:45:00.000-08:002011-01-31T06:11:39.123-08:00Cards part 2Well I think I've finally done it . . . I got 50 cards made for the holiday!!! <br /><br />Yea!!! ME!!!<br /><br />Here is one I did with Pink Green and Brown and then the next is just pink and brown . . . I don't know which one I like best . . .I'm all about bright colors! <br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568350419166591554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSIXAy0cnkWlsn_aevnsZtY0-Qdz32htzU14hLKTqV8Hvfwpw_nyGJrDVTqE-wqQxMp2sCu-Z9YrxUeLC7oG5qF8gS9q0sh_fu58_mSgmqWGTUpaiYALqgL77uSxPqJg_5GSCBFsFVtFqg/s400/IMG_1046.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7W0CWbcWGClEH_JS8fjxXkpOOTI7yskQG3Qx8o5s4SrE9tAU4zoRTwGvWjeIe8Gtsze2LXhZ0SrAaL6JCOR8uQRMv-vOTjhpRDjMg-PYq35Rrrb162LjGReXVk-v0LxJDa-TAbl2zOmrq/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568350420841592066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7W0CWbcWGClEH_JS8fjxXkpOOTI7yskQG3Qx8o5s4SrE9tAU4zoRTwGvWjeIe8Gtsze2LXhZ0SrAaL6JCOR8uQRMv-vOTjhpRDjMg-PYq35Rrrb162LjGReXVk-v0LxJDa-TAbl2zOmrq/s400/IMG_1045.JPG" /></a> This card is so much prettier in person, the picture doesn't do it justice.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GERKwIVRT-o3IGAUCm0KqK9e5VFIrWYUOx0FwQNsyWb51g5sIq1k5PVb-bqkLOjhO8slpUhPB0l9JbC0RxeQRDQEQJOXmMCkCBowRU8hndeSfv389RW7d6mLmUvqtj8Nw9UoH-otrGgY/s1600/IMG_1044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568350416831027458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8GERKwIVRT-o3IGAUCm0KqK9e5VFIrWYUOx0FwQNsyWb51g5sIq1k5PVb-bqkLOjhO8slpUhPB0l9JbC0RxeQRDQEQJOXmMCkCBowRU8hndeSfv389RW7d6mLmUvqtj8Nw9UoH-otrGgY/s400/IMG_1044.JPG" /></a> Love bits and bobs . . . of different things . . . I think it makes super cute cards with different kinds of stuff on them.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjCQgSr4mR5enaH1zjmQzg4jaqp7cYEK12Bhpfsq1AxkK0QK_Qgd6sPrgK9XB8xdxYDqJogIyV4DjD_KEPlEFcVaMuZ8nfTceDuG6amCZP689MY8zXr0RntKnWNgEisqbKPxnGB7fosL9/s1600/IMG_1043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568350412473943506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjCQgSr4mR5enaH1zjmQzg4jaqp7cYEK12Bhpfsq1AxkK0QK_Qgd6sPrgK9XB8xdxYDqJogIyV4DjD_KEPlEFcVaMuZ8nfTceDuG6amCZP689MY8zXr0RntKnWNgEisqbKPxnGB7fosL9/s400/IMG_1043.JPG" /></a><br /><div>This card turned out so cute I made several of them, and I think I'm going to do this same kind of concept for my grand kids scrapbook pages . . . In side it says "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">HOOO</span> love you? I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">dooo</span>!"<br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568346320127329698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPZ2mCrXe4PV7ewEm1R23KvST-QjfnvjsATYgqJMZxRdN1CLsS1vjFn4wgpIA2hTBp6uMI-619DQc8YMTIBoiI-9nj7WPfS6OrY-XqEZ2sCI6m6TVHMk0YkfAXzZ3XXGoja9tUenPCnZgD/s400/IMG_1028.JPG" /></div><br /><div>I love this pretty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">holographic</span> paper!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBnRPXBqGvusaeW-oL90dIhiwzbV16vcYnTUEgHq9hUizVQzaIyFvqwkckwuYT3gl0BIsE1oEvHK9qW37O0bE8gEmAhMShaIJaxM5l1utDjqgnlttYl6ijod3Njy5YzWI20tqx1wHwuir/s1600/IMG_1029.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568346147343428594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRBnRPXBqGvusaeW-oL90dIhiwzbV16vcYnTUEgHq9hUizVQzaIyFvqwkckwuYT3gl0BIsE1oEvHK9qW37O0bE8gEmAhMShaIJaxM5l1utDjqgnlttYl6ijod3Njy5YzWI20tqx1wHwuir/s400/IMG_1029.JPG" /></a> An old fashion one . . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv45idC_LhdI8G-g_x_1mxVr0k5uD6Pl-AvYmE3KxGD4w0bRhLqN5LUoudTDGF3myr5GbS_UFddRCJUVTiwoQyVU2MtKyfdiG-jjpVP9VudT1Rx6vlI8sZ4JKjteaV0Nx08p7_qhqa7GlG/s1600/IMG_1030.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568346143503270146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv45idC_LhdI8G-g_x_1mxVr0k5uD6Pl-AvYmE3KxGD4w0bRhLqN5LUoudTDGF3myr5GbS_UFddRCJUVTiwoQyVU2MtKyfdiG-jjpVP9VudT1Rx6vlI8sZ4JKjteaV0Nx08p7_qhqa7GlG/s400/IMG_1030.JPG" /></a>A little bit of a grungy one . . . kind of fun to just use up the bits and bobs on my table and make something kind of cool out of it. I love the film strip ribbon! Also a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">FSM</span> special gift!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVOmGNTy8R3R-PDqjHdMtSkiTEpfoNl9XRkXbeNAdlZ7eOGY6-9Sc9-1ypQDi0CvO18veqSMG8Jb-DAjFcAB7tdQvzLzGiMSKOaGaPC5LADdWzhO7Yw2Y4HmrToAHD1rj-aS-LXJWUJPL/s1600/IMG_1031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568346139756197746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRVOmGNTy8R3R-PDqjHdMtSkiTEpfoNl9XRkXbeNAdlZ7eOGY6-9Sc9-1ypQDi0CvO18veqSMG8Jb-DAjFcAB7tdQvzLzGiMSKOaGaPC5LADdWzhO7Yw2Y4HmrToAHD1rj-aS-LXJWUJPL/s400/IMG_1031.JPG" /></a> All year long, especially when things are on sale I buy for all holidays I got most of this stuff on sale and it makes such pretty cards!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoNIv4VDdFRQ70QOY0b0hu9pm0OeVG6yvgG2VXJjDRuJexa9zYNcl5i89GcC-xU6BPW3pcuUdj2A_6BE7udH8KHm592-viuPmz1R_MyywKd_P3DJcN8i8L9OtZVO6j7IYUjISJylJ2D78/s1600/IMG_1032.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568346136284765938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXoNIv4VDdFRQ70QOY0b0hu9pm0OeVG6yvgG2VXJjDRuJexa9zYNcl5i89GcC-xU6BPW3pcuUdj2A_6BE7udH8KHm592-viuPmz1R_MyywKd_P3DJcN8i8L9OtZVO6j7IYUjISJylJ2D78/s400/IMG_1032.JPG" /></a> This one I love the papers, and what is super cool about it is that I used glimmer mist so it makes the papers really pearly and pretty, too bad you can't see that in the picture.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fB03aqvGELSOXtPIovxC6hz84PWVs_nnYBv2jvaE5yGVB-OyLOzKsvC-GyJj6TSqkezWSVKP0GEbX2A22E_zLz-G8tnryB__4gnyVKToRdH-JL-Glg9UfT-UtzgKwGWorsjRwtfVWwrx/s1600/IMG_1041.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568346129711154962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fB03aqvGELSOXtPIovxC6hz84PWVs_nnYBv2jvaE5yGVB-OyLOzKsvC-GyJj6TSqkezWSVKP0GEbX2A22E_zLz-G8tnryB__4gnyVKToRdH-JL-Glg9UfT-UtzgKwGWorsjRwtfVWwrx/s400/IMG_1041.JPG" /></a> That's about it for me. I am super excited to have it all done.<br /><br />There are two more card half way made on my table that I put together as I was cleaning up . . . I don't know if I will push to get them done or not. I think Destiny and I are going to scrap today, I have 5 more layouts that I need to get done to reach my scrapbook goal for the month, so If I get the opportunity I will see what I can come up with.</div><div> </div><div>Thanks for looking.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-13574111984633578962011-01-30T06:19:00.000-08:002011-01-30T06:48:41.740-08:00Card making January 2011Every year I have to make cards for Valentines for the store. This year I'm feeling a little behind schedule, but I'm getting there. Boy! The end of January really came up on me fast!!! Too much going on and not enough time to be creative. <br /><br />So here is the first batch of Cards I have made for this year. (I am concentrating mostly on Valentines and love cards, I will get to making some "Get Well" "Birthday" and "Sympathy" when I get past this Glorious holiday (Yes ~ Do read <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sarcasm</span> in to that!) <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000203FC.gif" /></a><br /><br />My "Fairy scrap mother" sends me such wonderful things, like the little purple roses on this card. It is so pretty in real life.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985374726025746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisQ6pWjXJwMRKac0I_A8Zxaq5akOvdlOAAtGx-9XMh8BZCmc-tIyX8WDxBZU-ocvSlhwdbUunJhVa_tPMlk0Lh0Obv_Pj38xu_paUlx9gg7ApzcQAYWLxjcMI-W_2Ba3mvihSaOX6VmGF/s400/IMG_1027.JPG" /><br />This one on the inside says "Wanna Monkey around?" too fun!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbV5uoNZWd9OGsh3D08gLu3stEGWNHJtJ-6Y-79DkCASvuDJEB2gAoVftiilZKi5KKDJJbOfQnsguqjLi36f4h_bkiF9Ne_7G_NfUxq-uMhiz6itxKW_HxNQb0csjsU-V9HWiwtTZpLnXI/s1600/IMG_1026-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985369752618850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbV5uoNZWd9OGsh3D08gLu3stEGWNHJtJ-6Y-79DkCASvuDJEB2gAoVftiilZKi5KKDJJbOfQnsguqjLi36f4h_bkiF9Ne_7G_NfUxq-uMhiz6itxKW_HxNQb0csjsU-V9HWiwtTZpLnXI/s400/IMG_1026-1.JPG" /></a> Look at the beautiful my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">FSM</span> (Fairy Scrap Mother) sent me . . . Simple card, but so pretty, the papers are totally yummy!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9wM117WnPdqplc0xJFzAQi6GadCTwuvxUrrVXqOu8UjssXdxGC0akoET_Y7sa15pQ_gjBkd83qLJZSLO5Ksok_JWc8DvpgDemyiOqsA2TK0D0I-AST6PDQWAFwgMpvapiuYdfrazjqKs/s1600/IMG_1025-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985360581857330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI9wM117WnPdqplc0xJFzAQi6GadCTwuvxUrrVXqOu8UjssXdxGC0akoET_Y7sa15pQ_gjBkd83qLJZSLO5Ksok_JWc8DvpgDemyiOqsA2TK0D0I-AST6PDQWAFwgMpvapiuYdfrazjqKs/s400/IMG_1025-1.JPG" /></a>This one is one of my favorites from my making last night~ Love the Ribbons, and the little clothes line clip.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkRA2nDJL1g2YLV8rqhefZzQwSkGVEJaPJ5gvJXpSWCL4e92L2uuq8BexEPrITbqP9dJzALH4k_LA4QXCkqlyxzmTaKD5Dz-b-NGn3Of9CE4xsg2-5JwWgWeV9WBp7Z32QQvODIluVwkp/s1600/IMG_1024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985361515869746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkRA2nDJL1g2YLV8rqhefZzQwSkGVEJaPJ5gvJXpSWCL4e92L2uuq8BexEPrITbqP9dJzALH4k_LA4QXCkqlyxzmTaKD5Dz-b-NGn3Of9CE4xsg2-5JwWgWeV9WBp7Z32QQvODIluVwkp/s400/IMG_1024.JPG" /></a> Too cute, just lot of little things that I had, and combined! Turned out cute~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j-7kMNrACdL0NUqoKtfpwPcDzxQ1PWYXr3DGQf6GXBLYNzM4hWVuzGN98TGJtP29vZ13L_RA7dlyfZkzC1sh1rB0VCJZbmZ3E3Ux_BFf7QphGl2rpK_cfLXYOQ1Rj3EIohoyN39_imds/s1600/IMG_1023-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985355574118322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8j-7kMNrACdL0NUqoKtfpwPcDzxQ1PWYXr3DGQf6GXBLYNzM4hWVuzGN98TGJtP29vZ13L_RA7dlyfZkzC1sh1rB0VCJZbmZ3E3Ux_BFf7QphGl2rpK_cfLXYOQ1Rj3EIohoyN39_imds/s400/IMG_1023-2.JPG" /></a> Hugs~ This is another of the combined things . . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAoIsZ3X4f7pIe14nW39pTpSeo5YIK3vq95KsZfhxPZU4j5-tQLVjPLQP0kcaV0WY0hdiHl02CQy9dIIXeBM_veIkWkUbpTmiMSjNLhAVT7DE50kiZd0091ihyRFiiuZqTvugX7JpkJI9/s1600/IMG_1022-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985033597861506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpAoIsZ3X4f7pIe14nW39pTpSeo5YIK3vq95KsZfhxPZU4j5-tQLVjPLQP0kcaV0WY0hdiHl02CQy9dIIXeBM_veIkWkUbpTmiMSjNLhAVT7DE50kiZd0091ihyRFiiuZqTvugX7JpkJI9/s400/IMG_1022-1.JPG" /></a> More yummy Ribbon from My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">FSM</span>~ and the papers are from her too~! She is totally wonderful to me! I'm such a spoiled girlie!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4g5LipAhZYmM8dlLzkRRO0d42X2jReny2Kid5_WHvQ7Ql-97fBdouF4dUSnjHaOpQi6-txCOvVVqVbfFVBmWCd6_LcSN3wXFhodNma1bwUfFllC1sTeT0Idgh47LPMO5i6R1aLe1DCxTw/s1600/IMG_1019-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985034039517890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4g5LipAhZYmM8dlLzkRRO0d42X2jReny2Kid5_WHvQ7Ql-97fBdouF4dUSnjHaOpQi6-txCOvVVqVbfFVBmWCd6_LcSN3wXFhodNma1bwUfFllC1sTeT0Idgh47LPMO5i6R1aLe1DCxTw/s400/IMG_1019-1.JPG" /></a><br />This card is pretty simple looking, but I totally love it~ it's one of my absolute <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">favs</span> from last night. More ribbon and paper from my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">FSM</span>. And I glimmer misted it, (you can't really see it in the pic, but its all shinny!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwhfowtJStSSerqMkiIOIwlHATm2R0Va5hsxz8lHn9vV9CMDzTA3QbqrA6hXSpKbXQzy-xU3iUHTnrmKrpMvY6sZ4_CdG-N9x5GKyo4gcdkP7fz9YleSVk8pXk4fXO4HZ-7fLMroPOn2y/s1600/IMG_1018-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985030421948178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWwhfowtJStSSerqMkiIOIwlHATm2R0Va5hsxz8lHn9vV9CMDzTA3QbqrA6hXSpKbXQzy-xU3iUHTnrmKrpMvY6sZ4_CdG-N9x5GKyo4gcdkP7fz9YleSVk8pXk4fXO4HZ-7fLMroPOn2y/s400/IMG_1018-1.JPG" /></a> The teal paper is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">metallic</span>, and is so pretty~! I love all things shinny and sparkly!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmpA5ZXRxmxfQuWBNn_lz5FfkNE5vbuSaT_udio8MMEPb4DWVJjmUsXGio_NzRXdexgh3ql3jvKz1CqLc3h2rc3ztWbbGkrQGXQBTD1VrtpqqCUiz6wsLQ1shazvyi1OcBSWLn45sXOnq/s1600/IMG_1017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 307px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985028065591362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmpA5ZXRxmxfQuWBNn_lz5FfkNE5vbuSaT_udio8MMEPb4DWVJjmUsXGio_NzRXdexgh3ql3jvKz1CqLc3h2rc3ztWbbGkrQGXQBTD1VrtpqqCUiz6wsLQ1shazvyi1OcBSWLn45sXOnq/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" /></a><br />This is another of the cards that I just kind of picked up things out of my Valentines day box and combined them, and another super cute card! I save things all year long and find super cool things for Valentines day and just add it to my box of valentines day goodies, and TA-DA~ Wonderfulness!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaf54UZvuAOEtBIBRzMAAZaik9iIlAgOjm5DpkZy6HCx9a_KSi48z3G0nwbZT25A60ajN5RDYiHdLbBzOms6hyZkmEsVhiUtkS1S-wwjdB0sDTbFXQRThyphenhyphenY2IWqhxAVQmoQY7vELnlinF/s1600/IMG_1016-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567985020945044258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaf54UZvuAOEtBIBRzMAAZaik9iIlAgOjm5DpkZy6HCx9a_KSi48z3G0nwbZT25A60ajN5RDYiHdLbBzOms6hyZkmEsVhiUtkS1S-wwjdB0sDTbFXQRThyphenhyphenY2IWqhxAVQmoQY7vELnlinF/s400/IMG_1016-1.JPG" /></a> The picture doesn't do the card justice . . . the colors are so pretty.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8o0vGqFzSOLWnpvIHcEoEI04KnbXifoQmZ7z_tN2KMCgZyXZQTd9mI7JZ9nQMf_Z5TR6BhlE1imdmLUc7Xjxn6T2bq7EXEYoOYBBp06zARFgAjX0NJVVO_L6psDjWz8mwPW1cFs1EF3CR/s1600/IMG_1015-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984726816003938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8o0vGqFzSOLWnpvIHcEoEI04KnbXifoQmZ7z_tN2KMCgZyXZQTd9mI7JZ9nQMf_Z5TR6BhlE1imdmLUc7Xjxn6T2bq7EXEYoOYBBp06zARFgAjX0NJVVO_L6psDjWz8mwPW1cFs1EF3CR/s400/IMG_1015-1.JPG" /></a> This word was one of the first things I cut with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">cricut</span>, (when I first got it) I don't know why I cut it in blue . . . but it works with this pretty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paisley</span> paper~ <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPv9rzWkMXuPR7iINOmOfTYj9wVHYUViDfE6P70uL9keRbmv30NsxubUvT58xJGm2JeP81sejjMJP_iCm81euvgZSYBsG1TKc-dp3-aXF4v6Azuf_9S1tSpCwAUq_k6etm1p6FUin7Go7Q/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 311px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984714916139058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPv9rzWkMXuPR7iINOmOfTYj9wVHYUViDfE6P70uL9keRbmv30NsxubUvT58xJGm2JeP81sejjMJP_iCm81euvgZSYBsG1TKc-dp3-aXF4v6Azuf_9S1tSpCwAUq_k6etm1p6FUin7Go7Q/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" /></a><br />Another totally Yummy ribbon from my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">FSM</span>! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqPazjIcdRpUAmafKxrXP4_nCTgDmB5srOCUVpE6bKhkvNF9IZC9B39a5Mor1tVHQogSTC98N9oPrHZv-hrO2m1piI9QmYSyerABhikqBNOI5SCs0XDgkwB3kfvWWArPPFwXgT8X-85YB/s1600/IMG_1013-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984714687597954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEqPazjIcdRpUAmafKxrXP4_nCTgDmB5srOCUVpE6bKhkvNF9IZC9B39a5Mor1tVHQogSTC98N9oPrHZv-hrO2m1piI9QmYSyerABhikqBNOI5SCs0XDgkwB3kfvWWArPPFwXgT8X-85YB/s400/IMG_1013-1.JPG" /></a>This is the inside to the following card. <br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984702226131938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgngvH8wHzA30NAne3A3j49cRcaRW1nMNyV7u0a44WmYNW-JBdFy4UIPcl-9Udj-GbfSMKi84AouIE4QK3XcCgYDt6daP9C8-FhLess9pwMWlBRFbhyphenhyphenbwgQp0dxmKef2bhC1Usy1s1C062f/s400/IMG_1011.JPG" />Front of the card.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984376694882898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj29B1fX5sGR_O8qt01iTnTngx-BmXUu62xDQokUjA0Q2k70AQMdHAnptei2gX4siftoj24sPjdNPx3nk7i1zOGX1CRarIiIbsHvC2yCG946G_mTBvOm8ISuYvho0WEdylaQYWRM-G0iX9/s400/IMG_1010-1.JPG" /><br />I have a lot of people that like that vintage school feel for valentines day cards . . . so I always make some old "school" cards.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984699637651346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6N6kydwlyeMQYk2zozIJkeejZOsGBFZOCbCr2wm9qhgivr3ylftvTErWvjlgdc-wzzhTNXjUUCpJaQSgDEPDT282YpN-swpC7QVkwTJC6eF1R3a-93jC-fS6oe2-ewtaXrUEZ_bV3rcjk/s400/IMG_1012-1.JPG" /> <div><div><div>Inside to the following card<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-4a-8w1QSSS031ORzpbxOaifXlF632lUNTPd7I12nnlAZbY9oCG90kG5vECQtWuvgYl18GLROTU1VTX8y7JLmTuN3RDuC6TOPqW_tEQpLhDI6Ed5BqeXSJuAWiZq_KLWy0GhRCGgE2Y9/s1600/IMG_1009-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984374050848882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-4a-8w1QSSS031ORzpbxOaifXlF632lUNTPd7I12nnlAZbY9oCG90kG5vECQtWuvgYl18GLROTU1VTX8y7JLmTuN3RDuC6TOPqW_tEQpLhDI6Ed5BqeXSJuAWiZq_KLWy0GhRCGgE2Y9/s400/IMG_1009-1.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaH_93oU1Rdvn6XKmJPtFCzj4Ji_WCJEUcIzIAwlchuzSYlzuViDRWFWCX9VTjEwD4ZXmm2rCN7_cta_dlpUHfzQ3jhAu4Gpp_3-8BxGVg7lzv-a8SGq7-x3RxzhhyphenhyphenMPQ0Jy3BBcmnUnJf/s1600/IMG_1008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984369348944210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaH_93oU1Rdvn6XKmJPtFCzj4Ji_WCJEUcIzIAwlchuzSYlzuViDRWFWCX9VTjEwD4ZXmm2rCN7_cta_dlpUHfzQ3jhAu4Gpp_3-8BxGVg7lzv-a8SGq7-x3RxzhhyphenhyphenMPQ0Jy3BBcmnUnJf/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" /></a> Pretty butterfly paper again, and then badge on it is from some yummy paper my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">FSM</span> sent. Love it~<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFXuk9bjEQR1BTpQxBreNPbLGDx_nhA_Lt-0fjP97pqThhfsSaJQtLp24bPuC97YCl1kzeQczbIY1BBeBl5vul1wfkrT0bddOVJAdbf32RKHB_-U9OBqSDBJy72XK4MIqD_46YU8Ag4ca/s1600/IMG_1007-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984364461257650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFXuk9bjEQR1BTpQxBreNPbLGDx_nhA_Lt-0fjP97pqThhfsSaJQtLp24bPuC97YCl1kzeQczbIY1BBeBl5vul1wfkrT0bddOVJAdbf32RKHB_-U9OBqSDBJy72XK4MIqD_46YU8Ag4ca/s400/IMG_1007-1.JPG" /></a> I love anything Star and star related so this was right up my alley~ <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemFevk-WW4SKm2n_NX7qw3O3WfzhE_JIm_Ts4FWwQvzbmUbsrBEmuRpFs8w0g_5TwzTIyP9NFl9A50f3tG2gYbnYr8IxLRjsYjAY5JSRQKinm9pRzD665cJA6hu7YtsV5n04V0KBzf64W/s1600/IMG_1006-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984360786165682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiemFevk-WW4SKm2n_NX7qw3O3WfzhE_JIm_Ts4FWwQvzbmUbsrBEmuRpFs8w0g_5TwzTIyP9NFl9A50f3tG2gYbnYr8IxLRjsYjAY5JSRQKinm9pRzD665cJA6hu7YtsV5n04V0KBzf64W/s400/IMG_1006-1.JPG" /></a> Another of my most favorite cards. Love the reds and the fun-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ness</span> of it~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVDqRpM_1Rarg_25z9M2-SbMEz46lCCqiH0s8sSnti1-MDDvkq4uF1i2wuQrjzfp8V5YaX_QV8_4jstxkODwFVy4Fupq96cBWkMObq2jE4G_08mJa5ezSvdmG53QaglmPuvEjA_Yt8WqI/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 346px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984084291894498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOVDqRpM_1Rarg_25z9M2-SbMEz46lCCqiH0s8sSnti1-MDDvkq4uF1i2wuQrjzfp8V5YaX_QV8_4jstxkODwFVy4Fupq96cBWkMObq2jE4G_08mJa5ezSvdmG53QaglmPuvEjA_Yt8WqI/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" /></a> Pretty and simple, I love pink and brown together, it reminds me of Kennedy's room which I painted those colors. . .<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXRIOK4PcTv-NZ1whbxp9ysHcGvvwX5vZTmh39Vk_FzGp6uMFatitTpGFR6bU2XvIqP75gJJG8bfFqJn2exfn6IEkD18vZDA1hQGtueHs4pzOhD5qeqidWSYHL-sw1FgfBOrnlnTqnenj/s1600/IMG_1004-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984075249963330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxXRIOK4PcTv-NZ1whbxp9ysHcGvvwX5vZTmh39Vk_FzGp6uMFatitTpGFR6bU2XvIqP75gJJG8bfFqJn2exfn6IEkD18vZDA1hQGtueHs4pzOhD5qeqidWSYHL-sw1FgfBOrnlnTqnenj/s400/IMG_1004-1.JPG" /></a> Today my goal is to do some more stuff with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">patterned</span> papers . . . I haven't been using much patterned papers . . . need to . . . it makes it so fun~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD11qdjmFy5xl9rrM22DQXqfcFPzdp9z9qZ-WSKvL-1kuNywgiJOQ-XaB3diAjLGdj5HDpDiFMEoifCdCoQjdR_8MOJUVQp9jp-y36dA8EkwS-jY44pXZX8bea_QEhkyEPtif_Uh90eMyM/s1600/IMG_1003-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984073872502114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD11qdjmFy5xl9rrM22DQXqfcFPzdp9z9qZ-WSKvL-1kuNywgiJOQ-XaB3diAjLGdj5HDpDiFMEoifCdCoQjdR_8MOJUVQp9jp-y36dA8EkwS-jY44pXZX8bea_QEhkyEPtif_Uh90eMyM/s400/IMG_1003-1.JPG" /></a> I'm all about love~~~ I love love~~ <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrUMR_VElJD2nCvXWWO7ct8zaJz_80ebbRQkoNIb3Jid3BYlLK8LG7u5k1SxTNT1sh9FGVYC0CPZHoxPsrHBHJly0PQduN2QAn1E26utEJ-dOFWAztyO9JWtcx3oBHxGgsRtwdL5R-vs2/s1600/IMG_1002-2.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984068091117602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyrUMR_VElJD2nCvXWWO7ct8zaJz_80ebbRQkoNIb3Jid3BYlLK8LG7u5k1SxTNT1sh9FGVYC0CPZHoxPsrHBHJly0PQduN2QAn1E26utEJ-dOFWAztyO9JWtcx3oBHxGgsRtwdL5R-vs2/s400/IMG_1002-2.JPG" /></a> Clean lines . . . I'm not an overly fussy person but I love sparkly things and different textures and this card hits all the things I really like~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgK-xTkUIvN1isNu39onZAhM2GHu73HtapUFdXMp4Vekssw_zKhtYjtE0UPnt69JvP8iZcGzv3HdcUNg2QdrulGHgtxUp8hbe7EE3SVxwok3gYUPtYvSAYE8X8rZj5e4IPHoT46nmPt1q/s1600/IMG_1001-1.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567984064689227570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgK-xTkUIvN1isNu39onZAhM2GHu73HtapUFdXMp4Vekssw_zKhtYjtE0UPnt69JvP8iZcGzv3HdcUNg2QdrulGHgtxUp8hbe7EE3SVxwok3gYUPtYvSAYE8X8rZj5e4IPHoT46nmPt1q/s400/IMG_1001-1.JPG" /></a> Well that's it for now . . . Hope you like them. They were a lot of fun to make~</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-53893373660584769502011-01-23T06:02:00.000-08:002011-01-23T06:59:56.530-08:00Not a hero . . . .I <strong><em>KNOW</em></strong> I have an angel <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002015E.gif" /></a> (yes, my angel has a little bit of devil in him! I love that about him) with me . . . My Thomas is with me always . . . I feel it. I know it. I love it. There are days when he is more evident in my life than others . . .<br /><br />Yesterday, 1-22-11 was one of those days . . .<br /><br />I have had a lot of issues with this foot thing lately and feeling a bit out of sorts and what not, and it seems when I get to feeling like that, something happens to snap me out of it it~ or maybe I should say SLAP me out of it!<br /><br />So back to my story~ I was at the store yesterday doing orders and working on store stuff, taping vases and getting ready for that ever so lovely holiday "valentines" UGH! <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002045A.gif" /></a><br /><br />I was waiting on a teenage girl to come get her bout. (There was a snowball dance at one of the schools) and she was running late, 3 hours late, and though I needed to be at the store, I was annoyed that she was late . . . if you are going to tell me you will be at my store by noon, be there! Its just that simple. I was at the store late not only because of the silly teenage girl with Time issues, but because I was going to meet one of my brides at her hotel to see how a different wedding was being set up so we could get more ideas. So there was no point in coming home just to go back over by the store to the hotel.<br /><br />So when I finally was on my way to the hotel, I called my bride.<br />No answer.<br />Strange.<br />I left her a message saying I was going to the hotel even if she couldn't make it, that I would look around and report back to her next week on what I saw. Pretty simple stuff.<br /><br />I get to the hotel and park in the handicapped parking (I got a handicapped parking pass about 2 weeks ago~ Stupid foot issues) and I'm walking across the parking lot to the front door of the hotel . . . and I hear someone yell out. It wasn't a scream, it was more like a yell . . .<br /><br />I look up and there is a man laying face down on the sidewalk. I yell over to him "Sir, are you all right?" I thought he had tripped and fallen. No answer. I yell again as I start toward him . "Sir, are you all right?" As I'm running, (Yes you can run and wear a cast at the same time, it isn't graceful and I shouldn't have probably been doing it, but oh well.) I am screaming at this point, "Call 911!" And then I'm there at the side of the man laying face down on the ground.<br /><br />I roll him to his side. I'm standing over him my legs bracing both sides of his body. I'm holding his head up off the ground, he is bleeding from having scrapped his face on the sidewalk. His face is blue and his lips are really blue . . . his eyes are rolled up in his head. He is having a grand <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">mal</span> seizure. I know grand <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">mal</span> . . . we are on a first name basis. (My oldest son has epilepsy~ and I was with him the one and only time he had a grand <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">mal</span>) I wish I didn't know grand <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">mal</span> . . . it is one of the most scariest things I have ever witnessed.<br /><br />This <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Spanish</span> man comes to "help" (I use the word lightly) he keeps saying that the man on the ground needs keys in his hand and needs to play with keys. I'm thinking he is stupid and needs to shut the fuck up . . . but I don't say anything at this point.<br /><br />Another guy comes and helps.<br /><br />The seizure abates a little. . . And the guy on the ground tries to sit up. We sit him up, I'm standing behind him, he is leaning back on my legs . . . and he he is grabbing me and pulling me . . . I am talking calm to him . . . he keeps pulling at my sweater, and my shoulders, pulling me to him. I keep telling him "Everything will be all right" "I'm here with you." "I'm not going any where." I rub his head and talk sweet to him.<br /><br />The "stupid man" keeps wanting to get my "seizure guy" up . . . and move him. Finally I lost it, his mouth had been flapping and he wasn't saying anything good or helpful. I told him to "Shut the fuck up! That he had no clue what he was talking about and that he was NOT helping and that he should get the fuck away." (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span> I'm not very nice. I have told people that several times and they never believe me. But it's true~ I'm not very nice.) Finally stupid man left . . . the other guy stayed and helped. He was actually being very helpful. He got Seizure guys phone out of his pocket and called his brother whose number was stored in his phone.<br /><br />Hotel staff came out and stood around watching me take care of the seizure guy. Police officer came. <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000204E0.gif" /></a> Why is it if you need an ambulance you get police? If you need police you get firemen? I don't get it. So police man stood there and watched me take care of seizure guy too.<br /><br />Finally seizure guy is semi lucid. He looks at me and says "Am I in trouble?" "No you're not. You had a seizure and I found you." I ask his name, he says "Brian" I tell him who I am . . . He asks me again "Am I in trouble?" "No, you aren't. Everyone is just here to help you." He looks at me with Bright blue eyes~ Thomas eyes . . .<br /><br />Ambulance finally gets there.<br /><br />And stupid Ambulance guy treats me like I'm stupid . . . ass hole. Hey, I was there and took care of this guy all this time, where the fuck were you . . . Eating donuts?? you took your time getting here. I don't say this, but if looks could speak, I'm sure he could hear me loud and clear.<br /><br />Brian (Seizure guy) keeps holding on to me . . . they put him on the gurney and are getting ready to take him away. I tell him that he is safe now, and that he is in good hands (well at least he will be once get gets to the hospital <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000204E1.gif" /></a> ~ Ambulance guy was an ass!)<br /><br />Hotel people are coming up to me and telling me I'm a hero . . . They are thanking me, and patting me. It was like one of those scenes from a movie. . . I'm numb . . . I didn't do anything other than just hold Brian and keep "Stupid guy" from doing more damage than good. Not a hero . . . I pull my sweater closed and close in on myself . . .<br /><br />I go into the hotel, still haven't seen my bride.<br /><br />The wedding that we were there to look at is all set up, but I'm in a fog. Wedding pictures being taken on the stairs so I go to the elevator, and there is this little old man being very confused. CRAP! Will this day ever end?? I ask if he needs help . . . he can't find his wife. He is VERY confused. So I help him. FINALLY go up and see the wedding set up (I forgot to go up to the ball room where the reception was~ Just totally slipped my mind.). . . and I leave the hotel . . . People are still stopping me on my way out of the hotel and telling me I'm a hero and thanking me for helping Brian. I just want them to stop . . .<br /><br />I get in my car and start to cry <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> . . . I call Tim and cry <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> to him . . . I call Lorinda and Cry <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> to her . . . I tried to call Mimi and cry <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> to her but she didn't pick up . . . (Probably a good thing on her part! I was a bit crazy.) <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000203FC.gif" /></a><br /><br />I don't know why I was crying <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> . . . I don't know what my head and heart were doing.<br /><br />It was like I was supposed to be there . . . I was supposed to be crossing that parking lot at that moment . . . I was supposed to protect Brian from the stupid guy . . . I was supposed to be there. Brian had Thomas' eyes . . . He pulled at me, and needed me there.<br /><br />I cried <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> all the way home from the hotel . . . I came in to the house poured a cognac <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002019D.gif" /></a> and sat down with my heating pad and cried <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/00020461.gif" /></a> some more.<br /><br />My bride called me in the evening, and said that she was at the hotel . . . that she saw the ambulance <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/000204E1.gif" /></a> , and thought it might be me there but didn't know . . . She and I totally missed each other. I guess I was supposed to be there for another reason.<br /><br />Today I'm still a little freaked out . . . I hope Brian is all right . . .<br /><br />I'm not a hero, I was just in the right place at the right time . . . I had an angel <a href="http://www.sweetim.com/s.asp?im=gen&lpver=3&ref=10&p={49F51DAE-083B-424D-BBDE-416F0999AC3C}" target="_blank"><img title="Click to get more." border="0" src="http://cdn.content.sweetim.com/sim/cpie/emoticons/0002015E.gif" /></a> making sure I did what I was supposed to do.Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-48218792168627980362011-01-10T04:36:00.000-08:002011-01-10T04:54:34.319-08:00Strange Memory<div>Have you ever woke up in the middle of the night with "strange-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ness</span>" on your mind . . .</div><div></div><br /><div>When I was a little girl, my mom and I lived in Denver, one block off of Alameda, and one block off of Federal. It wasn't a great area even back then . . . in the VERY early 1970's. (now its even worse.)</div><div></div><br /><div>But I remember going out to go play in the "back yard" we lived in one side of a duplex, and shared a back yard with Leona and Junior. Our land lady lived in the house next door, her yard was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">separated</span> by a chain link fence from ours. Guess she didn't want to be associated with our back yard.<br /></div><div>In the summer I would play out there with my friend Kenny. And our land lady Edna, would pull this big cage out of her house and in to her back yard, and hose down her monkey . . . WHAT?!?!? Why did she had a monkey? Actually it wasn't a monkey, it was an orangutan! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560538644534704322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfK2XbAlL2qU20B3rt9IUCBJGa1z_H_mgEJU09qkQil6FqRplaqjbYVBqQbpxUDfKBP7SnbnCC60KQRxuQCvU5d3cJ8XQ4jOTxOjGoSX2C32QSKoeEj37-OE1xvJOW9agc0EI4nsZL6Rl5/s400/Orangutan.jpg" border="0" />Crazy! Why did she have a big monkey like that? Did It live in that small cage in her house too? Or did she just put the monkey in it when she was taking it outside to hose it off? I still can't believe a woman like Edna would have an orangutan . . . in the middle of Denver. Is that the weirdest things.<br /></div><div>I hadn't really thought about this time in my life for a while and I haven't thought about Edna and her monkey in a long time. I have really known some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">strange</span> people over the course of my life!</div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-9056089907481442852011-01-08T04:15:00.000-08:002011-01-08T05:03:35.797-08:00I'm so angry!!I have had a friend for a very long time . . . since our Junior year in high school . . . I love him, but he is the stupidest most insufferable person on the planet. And I hate him right now. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span> I know that didn't really make sense, I love him but I hate him . . . I really do . . . I love NOT talking to him, and NOT seeing him because when I talk to him, he says stupid things, and opens his mouth and CRAP comes out. <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559788420836704434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhawzfi-aP1lQHAyb6yHGcUoLurLav1cJlI1vplLnmgCBnHuBmqsE1B-708HHBpvtJE34lOS1n3NQrUAeooV0dKpfT4sFWItV_LxuJ-lf7b95JWsnBUUIPsKXzOD0e9MQJs4hyWzAgOikDy/s400/Top.jpg" border="0" /><br />So I'm not going to talk to him for a while, for a long while (potentially never again.) . . . I think that will be better for both of us.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559788424440486834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcH_QtDZduxn0m0rikWhv7D3G19Qhv6pACrpd3NpZX-oRdVFQ5Wi4fQhyphenhyphen6Uvdc5cHtfxOOvJ_Y4iZow6N0Z1nO4SD3ghrmrms-XHZgL69CeLmGD37B-S7PksooJyWG2tYIL6DDVClLM6v/s400/DSCN2657.JPG" border="0" /><br />Last night he called me, I hadn't been really talking to him because he has been doing really dumb things like taking back his wife after she was doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">meth</span> and having sex with other people . . . and trying to steal their kids. (As I type I am looking at my purse in this photo! That was a really cute purse, I wonder what happened to it?)<br /><br />In my book those are unforgivable things, she tired to ruin him and the lives of her kids, she blackmailed him for money . . .and he tires to justify her actions . . . When all of this was going on, he would call me daily . . . sometimes several times a day and cry and talk . . . I was there for him, and then suddenly the calls stopped, his "wife" (I use the word loosely) was back . . . and he dropped me . . . <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span> I know, I didn't think he should take her back, and made that known. But where is his self value? Where is the man who wouldn't have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">tolerated</span> this? Where is the man who was clean and sober for years and then decided to drink because of her? (They went and bought a bottle together, how fun . . . an nice bonding experience~ UGH!!!!) <br /><br />What gets me, is that he is trying to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">convince</span> me he is right, and everyone else in the world is wrong. . . he is stupid! He didn't used to be so stupid . . . I don't know what happened to him.<br /><br />Before I get to the real thing that had me up in arms last night, let me just mention, that since he started his job yesterday he said that he really needs the big kids home because his "Wife" has to be home with the little kids now that he is working. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ok</span>?!? aren't those her kids? Didn't she choose to have them?? They got pregnant on purpose . . . that was their choice! Now she is upset that he is back at work after all this time, because now she has to take care of her babies. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ok</span>, I have to say something, so if you don't like cussing, look away, she needs to get the fuck over it!! I guess she wants everyone in the house to be in the gutter with her . . . and her <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">meth</span> using ass! Grow the fuck up! <br /><br />What we really ended up fighting about is ~ His step daughter Briana is a lovely young lady, bright, talented, smart and an over <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">achiever</span> . . . Most parents would be doing the happy dance to have a kid like her. She plays in several school bands and is on the student council, she wants to be the change she would like to see in the world. . . . She is a super neat young lady. I love spending time with her . . . she is someone you can actually talk to. Her school activities keep her from home a lot, but with a mother like she has, I would want to be away too. And for some reason, Roger and his "Wife" think that their big kids should have to take care of the little kids . . . ALL THE TIME! Like~ you can't go hang out with your friends because you have to take care of the little kids while I lay in bed and pretend to be sick so I can get pain <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">meds</span> and use drugs and sneak out the bedroom window to do bad things . . . <br /><br />Since Briana is so active in school she isn't home much to do that . . . and when Roger's "Wife" went to rehab big drama happened and Briana left home (she had been witness to her mother's drug use before, and I think she just didn't have any <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">tolerance</span> for it any more.). Roger is trying to convince me that Briana shouldn't be so involved in school, that she should be home more . . . WHAT??!!?!? Why wouldn't he want her to get everything she can from school . . . and achieve all that she can . . .<br /><br />Kids in the end of high school usually start distancing themselves from their parents, they all do it . . . so that when they leave for college or their next adventure it isn't so hard . . . having a mother who is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">meth</span> head and a step father who is an asshole probably makes it easier to distance your self . . . But with Briana it isn't like she is out doing anything bad, she is playing in the school band, and tutoring, and working with people in the school, and getting scholarships, and . . . So many wonderful things! <br /><br />And my stupid friend wants her to stop doing those things! And my stupid friend wants to fight with me about this lovely young lady . . . saying he wants her to be home more, that she shouldn't be so involved in school. WHAT?!?! I would have been doing the happy dance if my kids wanted to be that involved in school! <br /><br />I shouldn't have answered the phone when he called, but he had just had his first day of work in nearly 3 years and I was happy and wanted to hear about it . . . but he didn't really talk about his work . . . he got stuck on thinking that the big kids should be responsible for the little kids and have no life of their own. Those big kids didn't ask these stupid parents to run out and have twins so they could spend their growing up years taking care of those little kids . . . so the mother and father could do drugs (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">ok</span> that's just the mother, well, kind of . . . UGH!) and run around like their pants are on fire . . . Those big kids didn't have those babies . . . They should be able to go play and have fun and experience life, not sit at home so that the stupid mother could pretend to be sick (for years) so she can get pain pills and drugs.<br /><br />I don't understand the way he thinks . . . so he and I got in a big fight on the phone. I'm just not going to answer any more. I'm over it . . .<br /><br />He needs to grow up and take <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">responsibility</span> for his life and if he wants to stay with his stupid "wife" then he needs to be responsible for her too . . . HE and his stupid wife need to take care of their kids and let their kids be kids . . . He should be jumping up and down that he has such a smart young lady who wants to make something of her self and will do it despite her family! Kudos to Briana!! She apparently is the only smart on in that house (Excluding the other kids) But then she isn't in the house any more . . . she moved out! I have to say, I'm proud of her for taking control of her life and not letting her stupid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">meth</span> using mother and her stupid step father drag her down so that she doesn't achieve what she wants out of life.<br /><br />I'm done. I'm not going to talk to him anymore. I love him, but I can NOT go where he is trying to take me . . . and I have the choice to step back and remember the lovely man I used to know, and have good memories, or I can let hatred build within me . . . I don't want the hatred, so I'm going to step back. <br /><br />Just like I tell the young girls who come to me with boy issues, "you can love some one, but that doesn't mean you should be with them." I love Rog, but I just don't like the person he has become . . . and I don't like how he treats his kids at all. I'm angry . . . I cried, he made me cry . . and I'm angry that he made me cry. So with this blog, I'm over it . . . I'm tired of allowing it to hurt me and upset me . . . so I'm done.<br /><br />I love him . . . and wish him nothing but happiness, how ever he may find it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3xRKV3i5OHLLbaBN5utgLie9sVcJPPsjqT1n6v8wTxK3OuempCZrfteMBN_K2YY94uviLACQi9Jdb37jfZII8JbKkpbLNp0gfnIZgqJnN7PZNtDTvo9b08GLh59_kZA63FvAgDoYx42E/s1600/DSCN0858.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559788421285568002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 341px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3xRKV3i5OHLLbaBN5utgLie9sVcJPPsjqT1n6v8wTxK3OuempCZrfteMBN_K2YY94uviLACQi9Jdb37jfZII8JbKkpbLNp0gfnIZgqJnN7PZNtDTvo9b08GLh59_kZA63FvAgDoYx42E/s400/DSCN0858.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-9325485629719562552011-01-06T05:30:00.000-08:002011-01-06T05:37:15.020-08:00I miss my computerI am sitting at Tim's desk, wrapped up in a blanket, typing on a keyboard that doesn't feel right, wondering why he has two monitors on his desk and how to get my words on the monitor in front of me instead of the one to my left . . . <br /><br />I miss my little heater under my desk, that warms my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">tooties</span> . . . I miss my pink walls and MY <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">music</span> . . .<br /><br />I feel like a traveler in a strange country . . . nothing is familiar ...<br /><br />I miss my word program with my stories in it, so I can play with my imaginary friends . . . and work to get my books done, because I BELIEVE that this year is the year I will be published. I want to work on my stories! I have them perk-o-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">lating</span> in my head . . . now I need to get them on to the computer, but I don't want to do that on Tim's computer, I want to do it on mine . . .<br /><br />Oh where oh where has my computer gone . . . oh where oh where can it be . . .<br /><br />I feel like Bette <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Midler</span> in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hocus</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Pocus</span>, when her spell book is taken by the good guys and she can't find it . . . "Oh <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boooo</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">oooook</span>!" she cries out the window . . .<br /><br />I skulk around my house in the dark early morning hours and cry "Computer!!! Oh Computer!! Where are you my darling?? Come home to mama!"Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-4912128578041057852011-01-04T05:44:00.000-08:002011-01-04T05:54:32.559-08:00Don't freak out!!My computer crashed . . . with all my pictures and stories on it. (Deep breath) Tim is going to take it to his friend Joe, and hopefully my pictures and stories will be restored! <br /><br />For now, Deep breath, I'm sure my stories are safe (I hope!!!!) and luckily I have all my pictures backed up . . . <br /><br />Deep breath!Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-87481531945603605902011-01-03T06:39:00.000-08:002011-01-03T06:41:24.005-08:00This year~ 2011<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">This year, i hope to . . . .</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">cry less, laugh more<br />learn to step outside the box<br />read books<br />be more grateful<br />say yes<br />be more adventerous<br />feel confident</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">BELIEVE<br />enjoy</span></strong></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-2729424801361436482011-01-03T05:16:00.000-08:002011-01-03T05:45:09.267-08:00Scrapbooking January 2011So, here we are in 2011!!! Oh my goodness! I totally achieved my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">scrapbooking</span> goals for 2011! my goal was to do at least 20 pages a month, and I did that, and most months did over that!~ Yippee for me!!!<br /><br />One of my "ladies" at SBA, challenged us to do a page a day for January. And I jumped on that! She said that you didn't actually have to scrap a page a day, just as long as you end up with the right amount of pages for the month. Perfect! Since I'm not supposed to be up on my foot, and Tim had to work and people are annoying me, I figure I could sit with my foot up and scrap! <br /><br />So here are some of the ones I've done.<br /><br />I will post even the ones that don't really turn me on, just because some of my people like to see the old pictures from the past, and like the walk down memory lane!<br /><br />Here is an old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">doozie</span>!!! This is a party my mom threw for her friend <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shirley</span>, I helped her our with it, but I was 9 months pregnant!!! I look as big as a house!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948804247961346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 393px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMjD_uEM5g1HZXMZsfWE9-udBTbox7mKxgUlkqTuVfbSz-a3mlW2kpf5fAsGzCi44Axk9rjGeYOQk5JKRhfQ0M3ViLA8woarkxFeozi74WQtIiKyLnT1LubKaon-jzWf7LSHt9Iv6nn9B/s400/IMG_0994.JPG" border="0" /><br />Not a great layout, or wonderful pictures, but my boys look so cute, that I made 3 of this not great layout!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvu3d3QZYx0fsJNZ1KkOuEZD1fuO2XwHqLIsoXXfeS0nEujvDMlIfoPV8_0QVQDiYOyRyufsyR5TtCaI8fpHbVP6QJitxAsNVz01PHcdXN4tOXjwLQNhAAtL890kaznk7nJQjdmaeSuUH/s1600/IMG_0993.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948798416691506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimvu3d3QZYx0fsJNZ1KkOuEZD1fuO2XwHqLIsoXXfeS0nEujvDMlIfoPV8_0QVQDiYOyRyufsyR5TtCaI8fpHbVP6QJitxAsNVz01PHcdXN4tOXjwLQNhAAtL890kaznk7nJQjdmaeSuUH/s400/IMG_0993.JPG" border="0" /></a> These next two are for my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">neice</span>/daughter <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Rahni</span>, I have been making her layouts so all she has to do is slap pictures on the pages. ( I wasn't planning on doing any for her as I just wanted to scrap my own stuff, but when I was cutting out the word play for my own layouts I figured they would be perfect for her too. So I made them for her) I figure when I'm cutting things like this with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">cricut</span>, that it is just as easy to cut several as it is to cut one.) And she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">appreciates</span> it so much that she can still scrap even though she doesn't have too much time.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpOZGHmEiJZFa37dUDDpqLOBi8ixXX6EdmmtlccEJ_A8nWW7jLJ73VUl7r7QvRrDOrmH_N6UMMfvjgRwNx6hNkqNxIyw3qYTnjDPVcvL36A5QNHV4bwKJW4uL1XcFGH1RpOxKT0TYtkRS/s1600/IMG_0992.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948796414771314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIpOZGHmEiJZFa37dUDDpqLOBi8ixXX6EdmmtlccEJ_A8nWW7jLJ73VUl7r7QvRrDOrmH_N6UMMfvjgRwNx6hNkqNxIyw3qYTnjDPVcvL36A5QNHV4bwKJW4uL1XcFGH1RpOxKT0TYtkRS/s400/IMG_0992.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-d5LoNnIX3W-MbS7PsxDB7Ve2apWSs2RMBXczfbr309CxPyaGXZwhAkfBJH8czEgN0wOCLUNf49NaGwIKaElpt85ZlN8oNLYArfBIq2nRR5gWrRL-NfwiofO63KGv-ZEjmqW7Z-D3P5_5/s1600/IMG_0991.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948791913436946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-d5LoNnIX3W-MbS7PsxDB7Ve2apWSs2RMBXczfbr309CxPyaGXZwhAkfBJH8czEgN0wOCLUNf49NaGwIKaElpt85ZlN8oNLYArfBIq2nRR5gWrRL-NfwiofO63KGv-ZEjmqW7Z-D3P5_5/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" /></a> My thing right now, is I'm inking the edges of the pages . . . I think it looks pretty neat, My fairy scrap mother has sent me so many different things that I am really having to stretch my abilities and step out of the box and try some new things.</div><div> </div><div>This next layout doesn't have great pictures . . . and there are so many colors in it that it's hard to make it work, so again it isn't one of my favorites . . . but it had my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">baba</span> in it. She loved to go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Chucke</span> Cheese, so I would load up the kids and take her. She loved to see all the colors and see all the kids . . . I think she even at a piece of pizza. (I miss her)<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCo9eh_zL-vVAVwrJsDp18V-ky6703Ck010JOYi_YMgAmgI3_d7w1JiaM1hJA1kzBb3yEoRTaV329kHj4Ig6h5Hr-F5juvk0SrBDQW_tHwmDF_TM8wvYl08XdMXGj_rPzHgJerDBHKvv-/s1600/IMG_0990.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948612740907282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 384px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLCo9eh_zL-vVAVwrJsDp18V-ky6703Ck010JOYi_YMgAmgI3_d7w1JiaM1hJA1kzBb3yEoRTaV329kHj4Ig6h5Hr-F5juvk0SrBDQW_tHwmDF_TM8wvYl08XdMXGj_rPzHgJerDBHKvv-/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is a super simple layout . . . but Avery was so cute when he was a baby! That I couldn't resist putting it in his book.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxXngIOnBAxo7S87-wA4vPSAC-BGvf6N637-tOBEWsgpjSigJ8vEto3qJ4kbcx9H6CjdN3k-IzFYFrsuvBHpxwExhjnS1oTjgNr2uahqtpQ9lmC3kkACL-D9ChIONhfC0n_-E8Wkv9AOL/s1600/IMG_0989.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948607145077490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxXngIOnBAxo7S87-wA4vPSAC-BGvf6N637-tOBEWsgpjSigJ8vEto3qJ4kbcx9H6CjdN3k-IzFYFrsuvBHpxwExhjnS1oTjgNr2uahqtpQ9lmC3kkACL-D9ChIONhfC0n_-E8Wkv9AOL/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" border="0" /></a>This is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">probably</span> one of my favorites from my weekend of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">scrapbooking</span>. I just love the way it turned out. The pictures aren't great, nothing worse than pictures before digital . . . icky pictures . . . but you gotta use what you have . . . so here they are. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">pictures</span> are just of Avery sitting in his high chair and playing, but I think the layout turned out great. </div><div> </div><div>I am loving how in the scrap book mags they are doing a lot of layering of ribbons and scallops and things like that, but I think a lot of times they look too busy and take away from the pictures, (no matter how bad the pictures are.) so I used a simpler more toned down version of that concept.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CigFgB21w6zaP29JAEvbjgsMg8dUFhnvCYRmjdph1u3Avc8r3s3sAlzTQphQG_O_O3EuZk1XoyTXRD0ykqXAgShKS6CXUol5ZWilnvOIV0i2KrhU2WMMeE0Kkc4BaqpMidOvRIjsOmjG/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948603547621538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2CigFgB21w6zaP29JAEvbjgsMg8dUFhnvCYRmjdph1u3Avc8r3s3sAlzTQphQG_O_O3EuZk1XoyTXRD0ykqXAgShKS6CXUol5ZWilnvOIV0i2KrhU2WMMeE0Kkc4BaqpMidOvRIjsOmjG/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Ok</span> here are two of the same kinds of layouts, I will show you before the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">cricut</span> cut, and after the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">cricut</span> cuts . . . Its amazing how much different just a little "fun-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">ness</span>" can change the look!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqoqW8gu5tclTPhifl4stFAkfwhOSL0lu-SQ5VJexq8fGigPGXxK0g_ds2ccwm9wsZbAleSXb62hMqsHAlOERwKCF-V2IBhbnq2hJbm00s28-O65wD7GNG-gszqsy0wipL3PBR2pt_nkK/s1600/IMG_0987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948599775692130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqoqW8gu5tclTPhifl4stFAkfwhOSL0lu-SQ5VJexq8fGigPGXxK0g_ds2ccwm9wsZbAleSXb62hMqsHAlOERwKCF-V2IBhbnq2hJbm00s28-O65wD7GNG-gszqsy0wipL3PBR2pt_nkK/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948387426050818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDoD23skcFbjjPAXafb3Lq-NEsm0-36lbASL2heeNouPRTdNd4f5LvpzJo34-g9NjHRMQX7Y4kr3qktesHiEuRHkzhtf5u62FBeHgxW5jyM2B3sE9xCit6z6YOk5QOmnfcPw2WEF_mKh_/s400/IMG_0984.JPG" border="0" /><br />And the same thing for Alex's layouts.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948390984188338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKP2ZoPQpg78X9cl8GEa9gR127jF1SzZRo0dBY7KB5MDuEVf_R3yJvg7P53MUn6llduVr4JNHqqWMv63KzOhDCArKWMw7SQYBJUG6jk_CXi9eWMLtgqHxPovYTyfh7wAe4Q84auhZFcDg1/s400/IMG_0985.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfROcZZcT6uAOzJMsN-oQ362VEOJt8Ejf6QdPSQm9xc_R1yoBt1gjdQwUqBfNm_wi9fizPXLOkrxzVqlmRNreJsJCkFc4AOIHjH1BHQTsiY13pFBZIweSEjK2pXPlLHXiYi239iIPfCZvw/s1600/IMG_0986.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948595427771682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfROcZZcT6uAOzJMsN-oQ362VEOJt8Ejf6QdPSQm9xc_R1yoBt1gjdQwUqBfNm_wi9fizPXLOkrxzVqlmRNreJsJCkFc4AOIHjH1BHQTsiY13pFBZIweSEjK2pXPlLHXiYi239iIPfCZvw/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another simple layout that I made 3 of . . . nothing like some horrible pictures of a special event.<br /><br /><div><div>We had just brought Avery home from the hospital and the boys were getting to hold him for the first time. Rafael (former hubby #1) cut off my head in like almost all the pictures! UGH! His picture taking skills is just one of the many reasons he is my former hubby! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">LOL</span>!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXEMOw6BjMnjuvBQsDn3KG5-ocImwmWSkDX7-aXwwxNNFdl7VEmy9r3y2wqoafWy0nMZmXLqnbqufFeMZeDKxy61HFaoahUxb9gTqLQT7Alv5mjk_iXJqQtjKo7AK8SZ8qC6x0OU4MYky/s1600/IMG_0983.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948381730837874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLXEMOw6BjMnjuvBQsDn3KG5-ocImwmWSkDX7-aXwwxNNFdl7VEmy9r3y2wqoafWy0nMZmXLqnbqufFeMZeDKxy61HFaoahUxb9gTqLQT7Alv5mjk_iXJqQtjKo7AK8SZ8qC6x0OU4MYky/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is one of my favorite layouts from this weekend. I love Tony's super cute little face! and I love the colors and the patterns and just how it all turned out. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8C6EGovkw0OgYvbNGKhludxssb4vsmRAeTJE1Uqo4Fd1OoHFWzCYUe02lTUW6n1lcBTTpvijBAi6cwlIdo48Hec6xvoDKda58eFyOrJPxjEGf2ERIq-uBV_DOtP25ixQApPsQLD2fY_au/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948379948127602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8C6EGovkw0OgYvbNGKhludxssb4vsmRAeTJE1Uqo4Fd1OoHFWzCYUe02lTUW6n1lcBTTpvijBAi6cwlIdo48Hec6xvoDKda58eFyOrJPxjEGf2ERIq-uBV_DOtP25ixQApPsQLD2fY_au/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I made 2 of this layout, one for Alex, (That's the layout pictured) and one for Tony. I think it turned out really cute. Very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Easter</span>-y . . . with out the use of one bunny! I have a super cute bunny I designed and made, but they all have a lot of layouts with that bunny on them, so this is a break from bunny butts~<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg56wY9Sht4xXfsUcd0WJ9TGe83Uccxaqgi177JJkuh_WO9JVeWIC8Ulcy6czRX8ZyWQF8SZRgZDvdd0QSUK_BxHDLv6TliH_AVfE4t1oLIzPuXgcA77Ua4o82vcVn4Nq2m15CUlpxMkwt/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948204308164994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg56wY9Sht4xXfsUcd0WJ9TGe83Uccxaqgi177JJkuh_WO9JVeWIC8Ulcy6czRX8ZyWQF8SZRgZDvdd0QSUK_BxHDLv6TliH_AVfE4t1oLIzPuXgcA77Ua4o82vcVn4Nq2m15CUlpxMkwt/s400/IMG_0981.JPG" border="0" /></a> I made 2 of this layout, again~ horrible pictures but I was like huge pregnant and didn't want to wander out to where they were playing on the trains to take better pictures. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjng1-sAnMuM-949yGfVD32tNTwYd1iQSoJx8Cc7LbaMEArq3eap2quuel7W5J4_hgBPZjp_pu_L6ULDUSo_1WFUV5MX21R84NHvHaxymxIq1OZoIWMB41a4B3AQbEs_jKlL2zyq7Y4eBHO/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948199905223746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjng1-sAnMuM-949yGfVD32tNTwYd1iQSoJx8Cc7LbaMEArq3eap2quuel7W5J4_hgBPZjp_pu_L6ULDUSo_1WFUV5MX21R84NHvHaxymxIq1OZoIWMB41a4B3AQbEs_jKlL2zyq7Y4eBHO/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" border="0" /></a> I love how this layout turned out, I made two of them, one for moms book and one for Avery's, Even with the use of ribbon and flower, I think it is still masculine . . . <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTK_xt4YOcQqfHlgmipbVbM8xcjBurk4Dv2hVZoPR8FQ4gnICKOy72GLE19z8sePD220JfbCVxFziZgZlsvUhypHYfkAig05jPs4XmCH93lcGYFsJfj3cQr-PLEPtNLaVDrtiP9o7mXsx/s1600/IMG_0979.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948194948820658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRTK_xt4YOcQqfHlgmipbVbM8xcjBurk4Dv2hVZoPR8FQ4gnICKOy72GLE19z8sePD220JfbCVxFziZgZlsvUhypHYfkAig05jPs4XmCH93lcGYFsJfj3cQr-PLEPtNLaVDrtiP9o7mXsx/s400/IMG_0979.JPG" border="0" /></a> Very simple layout . . . Alex just being <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">Alex</span>. I love the negative space . . .<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRLXt1yDgChQjF6eUv1Q_63jAuRBBYVjDc9WtVKAOak89FzBMUkr3FwjxBjlXNO2Gw8dMIzDMn4dywQht59-BJWClwe6b0Upr4tkoJ7I8oijO6Iqk8htWKMYgUCehKVq4AFUlAjGvvJH7/s1600/IMG_0977.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948193428715026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 394px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKRLXt1yDgChQjF6eUv1Q_63jAuRBBYVjDc9WtVKAOak89FzBMUkr3FwjxBjlXNO2Gw8dMIzDMn4dywQht59-BJWClwe6b0Upr4tkoJ7I8oijO6Iqk8htWKMYgUCehKVq4AFUlAjGvvJH7/s400/IMG_0977.JPG" border="0" /></a>Tony my naked child. When he was little I couldn't keep clothes on him . . . so a lot of the pictures I have of him as a little one are him naked! Here he and Alex are playing with the dog. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5AyGs49UfnQ5oLRkcrBUbvWBrAgzLXw6MbUmZN_nHxjEAD0Gcx2dVNDXBHn_97hjXtOkXV4ZPNUvAiA_FtCC2MtxSN8H9l9-w7UahR2WiaO5T-Z8L5-sYzIZrQgIaxFv3WZpwlAHxAeS/s1600/IMG_0974.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557948192114075954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5AyGs49UfnQ5oLRkcrBUbvWBrAgzLXw6MbUmZN_nHxjEAD0Gcx2dVNDXBHn_97hjXtOkXV4ZPNUvAiA_FtCC2MtxSN8H9l9-w7UahR2WiaO5T-Z8L5-sYzIZrQgIaxFv3WZpwlAHxAeS/s400/IMG_0974.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />So that's it for now . . . I hope you enjoyed the walk down MY memory lane. <br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-6683861558557032792010-12-25T07:50:00.000-08:002010-12-25T08:45:34.253-08:00Merry Christmas ~ (eve) 2010<div>Merry Christmas everyone!!! Can you believe how fast this year has gone? It seems like we just celebrated Christmas 2009! And how it's Christmas 2010! What a fast year this has been!!!!<br /><div><div></div><br /><div>So we had our Christmas eve at the house last night. I love to cook and have people over, but with this foot thing it has been really hard to get everything done the way I want to. By the time I get moving, I'm already so tired I can hardly stand it . . . dragging this cast around is too much . . . (enough whining from me . . . at least for the moment . . . at least about my foot)</div><div></div><br /><div>Here is a picture of my beautiful Mom! I love her so much! She is my hero . . . a stronger, wiser woman you will never meet!</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650565131558178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvVwFnOvV0KIYc7np7xA0xMIm0NeVWv_15wN4vERW2w6my1FRcJDgV25wbkM1_FPf7W-PQbB8NLj2-66EQ9vUuSgi3ZKTKn43cRTF6aMI2kU4yIlF6glqdvwXUT2rF8EO4pzsDrT_UNZ7T/s400/IMGP0002.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>As a small family group we opened presents before people came over, I gave the kids snowboard passes, and a few small things . . . but their big gift was ski passes! They were excited.<br /></div><div>I got Tim tons of stuff! Movies and clothes, and a ship thing and some cars . . . </div><div></div><br /><div>As for me, apparently I was a bad girl this year because I got nothing. (ok so I'm going to pout about it for a second . . . Its amazing how hurt feelings can get when you start handing out presents and there is nothing for you. Tim said he ordered me a Gypsy (it's for scrapbooking for those of you that don't scrap) but it didn't arrive. So there was nothing for me. My feelings were so hurt. (I guess I've said that, but it warrants saying again.) When you put a lot of effort in to making sure that everyone else will have a good Christmas, and you assume that the only person you don't have to shop for is your self, your heart hurts when you sit and watch . . . and watch and watch . . . ) Enough said on that, it's out of my system, and I'm moving on . . .<br /></div><div>This past spring, Tim and I were at the "Brass Armadillo" it's a HUGE antique store, and they have all kinds of wonderful weirdness there.<br /></div><div>We stumbled upon this toy Mountain Bell van . . . My dad retired from Mountain Bell after 30 years, so finding this was perfect! had to have it no matter what the cost!<br /></div><div>He was shocked and said, "It looks just like my van!"</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy3LLN7CyL3a1MUPSS4jqJ5CdOHvHsrKXHj6OyNn4aypT6WCRODjzY-PvLgT8NbrMN8qDEBXDW7f-qD8p_XJE2qEw8cyZyBcdS25quktolVcL7Vf00433ea3e46e1uFKt2EfZcczffZgD/s1600/IMGP0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650560017111858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDy3LLN7CyL3a1MUPSS4jqJ5CdOHvHsrKXHj6OyNn4aypT6WCRODjzY-PvLgT8NbrMN8qDEBXDW7f-qD8p_XJE2qEw8cyZyBcdS25quktolVcL7Vf00433ea3e46e1uFKt2EfZcczffZgD/s400/IMGP0005.JPG" border="0" /></a> Look at his face as he is looking at it . . . (I love that he loved it!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtlg8UPHp0lkCA-zePjxjqrV-iDX_VDGH-4vOaW_z746PTwIzJ-QsTVr_tCgmdZoxO4M6A3mLEjW3vUwquMlTVjZpwm9-3qysokdabccXEHsbXJAJSoDXkiIuAbCmeJNzB9WcYdqsjql7/s1600/IMGP0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650557346191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTtlg8UPHp0lkCA-zePjxjqrV-iDX_VDGH-4vOaW_z746PTwIzJ-QsTVr_tCgmdZoxO4M6A3mLEjW3vUwquMlTVjZpwm9-3qysokdabccXEHsbXJAJSoDXkiIuAbCmeJNzB9WcYdqsjql7/s400/IMGP0006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tim and Pop sharing a "phone man" moment.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554659941263768722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMc0pNtV1hUC3ApyBJaz2TNeOT19EQNirf0RQJjSiAsZfoTXRr9oIIOBekCdqZNqlXLcezijc1ZC0J-paa1ggGTWla6Ft-gezoZOssJB3KVYyrkwidwZTaKf9PKGWBa0u2hDcO-bXpHumX/s400/IMGP0006-1.JPG" border="0" />Here is my sweet Jessie and Auntie! Aren't they beautiful!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGzmdbOCeg49xXfZsQPZa9IwvKDQI4mF5uJmAe-YPh4y8VgTJaHZklM_YS5graBH9A19UM3VsR_C7-SJDBuCVmpNKwf7ZUR61q0sZHkpaOWhdpnofzV1Xpu1LT7M4HR4j0XI90P4iOvDm/s1600/IMGP0024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650287942540002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiGzmdbOCeg49xXfZsQPZa9IwvKDQI4mF5uJmAe-YPh4y8VgTJaHZklM_YS5graBH9A19UM3VsR_C7-SJDBuCVmpNKwf7ZUR61q0sZHkpaOWhdpnofzV1Xpu1LT7M4HR4j0XI90P4iOvDm/s400/IMGP0024.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mom and Jessie!!! Stunning!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHgKLyY5Y_zX5CP4s2r5YZTEDShTci-X9lIcVR1h_0DTCuY5L_3rz-rZrZlgRWMa7g3H-Sr3BL5KrFWpmgfhD34ZN086GP15T_KeyQ1CFZLAz_8VR9uIhx1CdPG6kP_Z3MtnARPzEr2CI/s1600/IMGP0027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650282729163570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHgKLyY5Y_zX5CP4s2r5YZTEDShTci-X9lIcVR1h_0DTCuY5L_3rz-rZrZlgRWMa7g3H-Sr3BL5KrFWpmgfhD34ZN086GP15T_KeyQ1CFZLAz_8VR9uIhx1CdPG6kP_Z3MtnARPzEr2CI/s400/IMGP0027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alex and Auntie!! They are so silly together!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURx3CCjnsVHtZ7r5GwQQOH7G5VVfiHvdIGEzrWPs-z1zMx6vJ9Ru9GlnJ3MPaTriCSFvXd31ZBtYO46CtQWktEz3ieKkggWmz967egUEzszDOCDk8etiqWALBIChN9cKmDUq7dFV00BPe/s1600/IMGP0049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650277647527858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhURx3CCjnsVHtZ7r5GwQQOH7G5VVfiHvdIGEzrWPs-z1zMx6vJ9Ru9GlnJ3MPaTriCSFvXd31ZBtYO46CtQWktEz3ieKkggWmz967egUEzszDOCDk8etiqWALBIChN9cKmDUq7dFV00BPe/s400/IMGP0049.JPG" border="0" /></a> Again, my beautiful mom!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtrNcLipFbIhNlOoowycx1mdYX9gJJDhsEDan05zPiAqw0KHmtq1XmQW8artVz2qeDmZy73BRnxQ8UdsXUQQPykYfFMYw2_0p2WrNGQFNmRANi2cAfdxAxaL6zO-zAjj5q1gpkIbJgPDO/s1600/IMGP0052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650273569173794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMtrNcLipFbIhNlOoowycx1mdYX9gJJDhsEDan05zPiAqw0KHmtq1XmQW8artVz2qeDmZy73BRnxQ8UdsXUQQPykYfFMYw2_0p2WrNGQFNmRANi2cAfdxAxaL6zO-zAjj5q1gpkIbJgPDO/s400/IMGP0052.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alex and Jessie have been "dating" for the past few months, and things seem to be going very well for them. They seem so happy! I couldn't wish for anything better for them that LOVE!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq1xbg1U77X871PzyGGcrisDeS1jD0XGi-YeE2Ouov8nqtErzLhV8dR7tfw0FGFxMu4cEypy5M2lrWt2BsZFFUEIQYKqhZIEsFWMBIiIRSLPRbZwOCWRFZpVVGQOT2DV8cpSBUmLAngsc/s1600/IMGP0055-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554650273428961426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnq1xbg1U77X871PzyGGcrisDeS1jD0XGi-YeE2Ouov8nqtErzLhV8dR7tfw0FGFxMu4cEypy5M2lrWt2BsZFFUEIQYKqhZIEsFWMBIiIRSLPRbZwOCWRFZpVVGQOT2DV8cpSBUmLAngsc/s400/IMGP0055-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> The boys love to try to get auntie drunk on the holidays! Its their special fun! but she is on to them now, and doesn't take anything they offer any more. So now they got Jessie in on it and she is pouring drinks for Auntie!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaBs57yMPqdeH779ZbZxpbsdIE-yiVy2j4MsCpOIms-1LtmwFEt3Yu7jxdCGOlBedTNJIsIDyMZoKFVj4Mn3-ySrorE4z13ElSPAghHQkQ-Q1rTrMPAXnLS5vIj2__HpTnUrfieogOqP3/s1600/IMGP0059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554649297330657554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuaBs57yMPqdeH779ZbZxpbsdIE-yiVy2j4MsCpOIms-1LtmwFEt3Yu7jxdCGOlBedTNJIsIDyMZoKFVj4Mn3-ySrorE4z13ElSPAghHQkQ-Q1rTrMPAXnLS5vIj2__HpTnUrfieogOqP3/s400/IMGP0059.JPG" border="0" /></a>I was sitting on the hearth of the fire place, and had the camera in my hand so I was snapping all kinds of pictures. Here are a couple pictures of Alex and Auntie hiding from the camera. So silly! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554649292189923394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6q4lP1kZo4o74mOGvTsyq4JStvdulasHwRlIx3CEmuon5Dgn4TOpfP1xgva8FEUkNXpesTxnlJZKdokY2Nia8lIEZ1L4fYHOhkUveMSRLg5oQ6ly3txNwedJaP9v0R0rsJdS-PUx1Yhfr/s400/IMGP0062.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554658308902351586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuIP4JL1gqVhP9VqGIZGExWcCDoE1P-gVH3rI_mTITJt7dI-4q3LRAE24dtS3bPpO9d3CO86TqYQxqnH0cKnsedLZhKvYq6vjG8InfoTd9lBPkGNGSbY7J1mS7LVuGBS1DeyCeqTZN1uV/s400/IMGP0066.JPG" border="0" /> <div>Grandma Tony and Grandpa . . . I don't know what the story was he was telling, but aren't they cute?!?<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-f9vKntpoCvwVeWSnUSVgewDRWn6tsc3L9VbRzhDNMWvq4FTEX18_VKnvNdga36ZwTMuGOPWlNz8auvytsFIm2EmPx8kjHw5OGBvUAHfT0_WHpC6_NcS2Xa8kjbFHkPwNEXf2tNa8YN_/s1600/IMGP0069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554649280335720722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2-f9vKntpoCvwVeWSnUSVgewDRWn6tsc3L9VbRzhDNMWvq4FTEX18_VKnvNdga36ZwTMuGOPWlNz8auvytsFIm2EmPx8kjHw5OGBvUAHfT0_WHpC6_NcS2Xa8kjbFHkPwNEXf2tNa8YN_/s400/IMGP0069.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mom and Richard! He looks so happy! Nothing like a glass of wine and some good friends and loved ones !!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqw0Lv0YPJQEWppxsY6HP4oD99AXsMjrH1KTffjyL9MydK1K6OrcNqwl6eO7BdLgjRP7WVmBYc7JZRic6I0RK3YT-1OC8OJjM-DYgLE9EQTe5zLc2UlKajErVKePRu3ZDiky6w8eZRnWh/s1600/IMGP0071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554649275229325122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSqw0Lv0YPJQEWppxsY6HP4oD99AXsMjrH1KTffjyL9MydK1K6OrcNqwl6eO7BdLgjRP7WVmBYc7JZRic6I0RK3YT-1OC8OJjM-DYgLE9EQTe5zLc2UlKajErVKePRu3ZDiky6w8eZRnWh/s400/IMGP0071.JPG" border="0" /></a> Alex and Grandma, she was reading his "Got meds" shirt . . . we have a running joke in the house about "meds".<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMk8Umf3pOoEFnT6xwIivEO11HzLW3KZtBvI1_iRJ1yvaW8zuK900TVHkmelQ0c0Kec4zyKVCkFeduDzIsRz_9J4IfowCTCcNKUsxNkWyRNdb9-mgZMcnw4_Vf8chBV4O8LV0SpHyMnumA/s1600/IMGP0077-1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648884794265714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMk8Umf3pOoEFnT6xwIivEO11HzLW3KZtBvI1_iRJ1yvaW8zuK900TVHkmelQ0c0Kec4zyKVCkFeduDzIsRz_9J4IfowCTCcNKUsxNkWyRNdb9-mgZMcnw4_Vf8chBV4O8LV0SpHyMnumA/s400/IMGP0077-1.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jessie and Tony and Jade . . . We put all the dogs upstairs so they weren't around all the food, but Jade was being super bad, and wouldn't stop barking and whining. and then she escaped and sat with Tony at the table. UGH! No one listens to me, so even when I tell Tony, "Dogs don't belong at the table." It's like I'm talking to the wall . . . The child may get older, but somethings never change. He still doesn't listen!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgji_jXNMbnIt4s9gIEQ1JZW5OJYUwk4VpRNkKYMj6ARj40cIcswsRp9H-YI-3lK4l66AhqbwcjMXmN7H-M4pBtxdikktpFeblI1WfqsMxO5nQLejXlFlJdz355jLBv8J4WLfvG_u69OBmK/s1600/IMGP0080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648887787740690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgji_jXNMbnIt4s9gIEQ1JZW5OJYUwk4VpRNkKYMj6ARj40cIcswsRp9H-YI-3lK4l66AhqbwcjMXmN7H-M4pBtxdikktpFeblI1WfqsMxO5nQLejXlFlJdz355jLBv8J4WLfvG_u69OBmK/s400/IMGP0080.JPG" border="0" /></a> 3 of my most favorite people in the world!!! Mom, Auntie and my BFF Jaqui!!! I love them all so much. and you know what, Jaqui has the warmest most loving smile on the planet! She is so warm and kind, and giving with the joy of her smile!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUnbAKOTe9R_D-eaECQLJwCk9cR5z-mE2zLjoZocogqagrsobjQVoXSvpR2TkQwn0rnD1Pj-v4AMZd6U0O45OG1YweKTdFGWhGGhvv_PWE_N8kWxjtlMqrowoo8VsJISILpfy2Z5CVRRY/s1600/IMGP0084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648881850863090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrUnbAKOTe9R_D-eaECQLJwCk9cR5z-mE2zLjoZocogqagrsobjQVoXSvpR2TkQwn0rnD1Pj-v4AMZd6U0O45OG1YweKTdFGWhGGhvv_PWE_N8kWxjtlMqrowoo8VsJISILpfy2Z5CVRRY/s400/IMGP0084.JPG" border="0" /></a> Tony being silly and Auntie got caught in the cross fire!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsjZjXbUJxlEU45hF-il112R8tH94Z-q4BHavt59k8wzqPatY1-GHAEoUllUMukqmu_PUawQVv7wYx_uBboUXcfSre8_w2JUWcX1nUIvMn2w6PIPpZffNh_u0-pCs-XZEVReBws1dmddm/s1600/IMGP0092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648882460347618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsjZjXbUJxlEU45hF-il112R8tH94Z-q4BHavt59k8wzqPatY1-GHAEoUllUMukqmu_PUawQVv7wYx_uBboUXcfSre8_w2JUWcX1nUIvMn2w6PIPpZffNh_u0-pCs-XZEVReBws1dmddm/s400/IMGP0092.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Don't take a picture down my shirt!!" Jessie telling Alex when he had the camera!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsxfcTHfVPNnKI2tPTCLpYeWw4iBOc8R3FLjwNnGtCg0QNgiqARMwxmAOj1CNmqAtizelH3ekiJodI9DF2VkCeaZVN6JgOQuESPqEyzFqU_Mv_8H5Q-nK67fYtg9nDfzwMGV0Q5-9YCA9/s1600/IMGP0095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648875766935746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 327px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsxfcTHfVPNnKI2tPTCLpYeWw4iBOc8R3FLjwNnGtCg0QNgiqARMwxmAOj1CNmqAtizelH3ekiJodI9DF2VkCeaZVN6JgOQuESPqEyzFqU_Mv_8H5Q-nK67fYtg9nDfzwMGV0Q5-9YCA9/s400/IMGP0095.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sweet picture of Alex and Jessie.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05dWovr9SCGEo-WILcQNYb0i_CCG6oFUyxrhxJPUHEU5Kd3op18kWXDMPpwZcq3JEktt3BXTK9ckmb2rOQflzTIp1QYH1aNu150irb1Buz7yOtHxHMZ337GM6NjhPgFZBqs6c3ymR3ao5/s1600/IMGP0098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648563019103186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05dWovr9SCGEo-WILcQNYb0i_CCG6oFUyxrhxJPUHEU5Kd3op18kWXDMPpwZcq3JEktt3BXTK9ckmb2rOQflzTIp1QYH1aNu150irb1Buz7yOtHxHMZ337GM6NjhPgFZBqs6c3ymR3ao5/s400/IMGP0098.JPG" border="0" /></a> I gave Jaqui a picture frame with BFF's and kissy lips on it . . . now she and I just have to find a wonderful picture of us to put in it! (notice her beautiful smile!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHH-D4eL7WHLP3SpDNI4J3CxM8jGcfjveeUHOkfTUCcaLa9x5TUFiR6wCLi6KcKpRvkNgKumLjUl_Io7dkThn36c664dk93jigITh1g6BlH99afeZ5l0XmFrcNThqaXyTZO0hvpCEFc7I/s1600/IMGP0104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648565272573954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHH-D4eL7WHLP3SpDNI4J3CxM8jGcfjveeUHOkfTUCcaLa9x5TUFiR6wCLi6KcKpRvkNgKumLjUl_Io7dkThn36c664dk93jigITh1g6BlH99afeZ5l0XmFrcNThqaXyTZO0hvpCEFc7I/s400/IMGP0104.JPG" border="0" /></a> Random Tony-ness!~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06tur9xXTPUK3XHCp5kTVCu9UX3npZW1CfQUk4WuaoEoaMK_Ww5_B_ERBi4VWd96GhYc5_oUJTZKT6xiJ23TzARuB-Qj1ituDlGseBwx07sqljhdfD1F7_G14L2aHBjH8BkC-4fG-SKBC/s1600/IMGP0109.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648560105025586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg06tur9xXTPUK3XHCp5kTVCu9UX3npZW1CfQUk4WuaoEoaMK_Ww5_B_ERBi4VWd96GhYc5_oUJTZKT6xiJ23TzARuB-Qj1ituDlGseBwx07sqljhdfD1F7_G14L2aHBjH8BkC-4fG-SKBC/s400/IMGP0109.JPG" border="0" /></a> Looks like our dog Jessie is in Jail! (Yes we have a human Jessie and a furry Jessie)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKieEzrVPkOU7zfDvUk_EBLx-3xvsxECTtMdva2DesftEnFqdIImAtKo_BdanC-Io6cu0RD9XetB1CLA3_z6kq7SZ3KShgenTLEisoaIaEoGNiXp90gM7RNn_jWY4NFjiIGbOIg4eejKc-/s1600/IMGP0111.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648555793954450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKieEzrVPkOU7zfDvUk_EBLx-3xvsxECTtMdva2DesftEnFqdIImAtKo_BdanC-Io6cu0RD9XetB1CLA3_z6kq7SZ3KShgenTLEisoaIaEoGNiXp90gM7RNn_jWY4NFjiIGbOIg4eejKc-/s400/IMGP0111.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jaqui opening her presents from me . . . Look how tired I look.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3k7fWVgnPLENZXlJtM9UXHHXKYSkBKAkt7pABicbLOyXPXNXD_DN4iLqRRc3mKQdt214oha9nAeTgqJtBZH9RO_7r6QBL-FBrio6BUSQhU3rDuKZEc7eHWi515ck-C4jpzCdoYgGzzi-Z/s1600/IMGP0112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648557687088194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3k7fWVgnPLENZXlJtM9UXHHXKYSkBKAkt7pABicbLOyXPXNXD_DN4iLqRRc3mKQdt214oha9nAeTgqJtBZH9RO_7r6QBL-FBrio6BUSQhU3rDuKZEc7eHWi515ck-C4jpzCdoYgGzzi-Z/s400/IMGP0112.JPG" border="0" /></a> I got her some scented lotions and sparkly stuff . . . I'm sniffing her to see how she smells! She smelled wonderful! </div><div> </div><div>Jaqui got my some wonderful smelling candles and my most favorite pear cognac! Yumm!!! I am going to sit and watch movies today and sip my pear cognac (as today is Christmas day, and I am going to do nothing and just relax and recoop!)<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp_0f3gWubXZfXmQx5XfDJTnKrdKyc7mmjc0JNP8pFVDtGVd1X9CJYkBVhxZG_yP59lm9wtSWIpdXAzH50GXb3GXRAjYpxAYuoCtBxY_LDkEZzvsJKoVlr98HD4kO9NadakM-PPHuiKET/s1600/IMGP0114.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648245991781122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbp_0f3gWubXZfXmQx5XfDJTnKrdKyc7mmjc0JNP8pFVDtGVd1X9CJYkBVhxZG_yP59lm9wtSWIpdXAzH50GXb3GXRAjYpxAYuoCtBxY_LDkEZzvsJKoVlr98HD4kO9NadakM-PPHuiKET/s400/IMGP0114.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jessie and Auntie in their matching Jammies. I bought all the girls matching jammies. Well kind of, I bought 3 of one kind and 3 of another kind, as I couldn't' get enough of one flavor.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648240340345746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPvHUMHYGr3y-qlTQw5BHDQ_CnO9pKBVKrdePByBI1iQrBJdMjdLwkFyAWVAU_afyPbxpaq9TzF_leC0ftc_V8wrr-55VmQnyKkJ3cIdIcc-jz1TGEbaCwklhansCzmPtKs-kL7D3_LPCE/s400/IMGP0121.JPG" border="0" />Here we are minus Destiny . . . she had to go out of town . . . :( (I got Kennedy purple jammies too . . . it would have been so cute if they had been in our matching jammie picture too!! oh well, maybe next year!)<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554658315884032770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGzakjPusfJKakI76BERp1FQDbFeCa2SUN9b-TznMycN3soKMzBWh7D7zJ_dECzQz_Acrj-z2VAtk0GaF0GtuOs51gd_5wr5fjdV9V9inMFfjAvmPzwVnRhdmqF_ht4KQZgRJw0EcSDP4/s400/IMGP0130.JPG" border="0" /> I think I have a picture of Alex at every holiday and every function of him standing at the sink . . . well here it is from Christmas 2010.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwklQfOPUZeiHowzoghSAJFd82yvXesHf1zu9kzOTYYmRGq3-UbclgUaWzacz_sJnZOAxNWAzM95W_U3VVlAmnajZwnURmwvV3YvUwzmOQH2gM42w8kZG6J41x0ktOz6wzfDttrJUuUdPa/s1600/IMGP0131.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648237466103842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 364px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwklQfOPUZeiHowzoghSAJFd82yvXesHf1zu9kzOTYYmRGq3-UbclgUaWzacz_sJnZOAxNWAzM95W_U3VVlAmnajZwnURmwvV3YvUwzmOQH2gM42w8kZG6J41x0ktOz6wzfDttrJUuUdPa/s400/IMGP0131.JPG" border="0" /></a> I had gone to bed at this point . . . and I guess they moved my formal dining table out and played beer pong on it, and notice my christmas tree in the background . . . Tony knocked it over and I got up this morning and there were ornaments all over the floor . . . UGH! He is a mess.</div><div></div><br /><div>As a special gift, another of my extras showed up last night. (like I said I was already in bed~ but I came down and gave him a hug and told him to EAT EAT EAT! We have so much food!!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCSF412pFQl6QntbnkiIok8LnM-08CwDiNNbcopwsH_vvAY5PRZby7LZAFeAVxTZWdq0M-M7ExLhGPxEQ5WHqjkQcoYxv1O6frCiOPkmFmtJ7zEQj2mAP-gsVfibCBdQr4rldCCEfhrhm/s1600/IMGP0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648232408610642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrCSF412pFQl6QntbnkiIok8LnM-08CwDiNNbcopwsH_vvAY5PRZby7LZAFeAVxTZWdq0M-M7ExLhGPxEQ5WHqjkQcoYxv1O6frCiOPkmFmtJ7zEQj2mAP-gsVfibCBdQr4rldCCEfhrhm/s400/IMGP0132.JPG" border="0" /></a>Ooooops I just knocked down the Christmas tree!!! Mom is going to kill me!~<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3GJPXq9hXcYn7tAVdqQcIoXfWzcgrQcdgJPwvdd-N_XzmlBWA3R5Q1G4yEY-fPVrrA1YJivKDPI8ZU8VvzVq3AQjTCSncsEF6E8f67TIOmyXga6Ayt9AFkjP_qOArw6zZB36K2mL3hMq/s1600/IMGP0133.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554648227394077794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw3GJPXq9hXcYn7tAVdqQcIoXfWzcgrQcdgJPwvdd-N_XzmlBWA3R5Q1G4yEY-fPVrrA1YJivKDPI8ZU8VvzVq3AQjTCSncsEF6E8f67TIOmyXga6Ayt9AFkjP_qOArw6zZB36K2mL3hMq/s400/IMGP0133.JPG" border="0" /></a> It was another . . .Christmas, with random weirdness and craziness at my house! I'm so glad we got to have this time together! I love these crazy, wonderful people.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5582267877743550412.post-8940353457893436692010-12-24T04:36:00.000-08:002010-12-24T04:54:50.053-08:00The best gift . . .If you've known me for longer than a minute, you know I love my "Extras" that some of the biggest blessings in my life have been from being a part of watching these kids grow up.<br /><br />I have seen them have to hold hands to cross the street, to coming to the house for first day of school pictures~ <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554230121335365234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfVOfm8QnAcyS9t9ycGDSBp3ciiG22aZiShEgu1kKF0ic5MZsQt-JXe4PIxOfajRUh5asizILytoWqCvXEfiIQqybBz8BEo5FvkZEVbPjEGyRligQGN2i0VAWJvO37YVQfNHPQSrJ9Wm0E/s400/DSCN1197.JPG" border="0" />to now, when they are scattered to the winds, in college and at work at various places, in the military, and off doing wonderful things . . . I have been there for their weddings, at the hospital when they are broken and even at their funerals . . . I have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Momz</span> to so many.<br /><br />People have said to me, that "I" have touched so many lives, but I think it's the other way around . . . They have touched mine! These kids are my heart!<br /><br />They are always in my heart . . . but rarely now, do I get to see them, since they are scattered, but Tony is home! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554228106552133026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyBwW7L7RbS-zNWVRPz1lrMqooZ2-uURT8gs7tNnRXRljx7NYCUJsqtQ9CjSYpSshWcVUe26A0pzwde-Jpo4VX7YssQbZTGc-ukkYznEAb3zSWUQVzE4ibfE8shrNHZee3RnVNf7MwRxXG/s400/076-2.jpg" border="0" /> for the holiday! and he called some people, and they came over.<br /><br />Justin came in and gave me such a big hug! I almost cried! Then he went to the wall and had me <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">measure</span> him!<br /><br />this is a picture of Justin when they were all still in Middle school, and the boys camped out in the garage, and I gave them glow sticks I had left over from a party at work, and they danced and played with the glow sticks till the early hours of morning.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554228116878875794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZnoo8mY3BoJLWvLaRnemhkT2Kp_oChQrJWGDm3Ug1VwDe09DVNKKX51X8UPTQpb-iNOXynhlEljGcH9dIBnfac0gcgP_-b7HjS_T9-2SHlFo7Kh3pQA_UpsWXu0WBpjs6JYJtlHJvKz4E/s400/DSCN1842.JPG" border="0" /> So many of them home for Tony's graduation. It was a full and Crazy house!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuZs9CzFUMKFyLQSmav7O8uT5LdfRWeN22bE6Zi0GClWYarDIV6nx_FugXyVYZcBLJv_Ku-vTgBfB7BqMElc3oThI7rKbng4D1ZzuvXVRZjLa34em5YEiWni4GgYYSpWyJfxoeCElN9si/s1600/IMG_0709.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554228113713062642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieuZs9CzFUMKFyLQSmav7O8uT5LdfRWeN22bE6Zi0GClWYarDIV6nx_FugXyVYZcBLJv_Ku-vTgBfB7BqMElc3oThI7rKbng4D1ZzuvXVRZjLa34em5YEiWni4GgYYSpWyJfxoeCElN9si/s400/IMG_0709.JPG" border="0" /></a>I have missed them all so much! I wish I could step back in time and they could be little again, and need me and come through my house on a daily basis . . . .</div><div></div><br /><div>But I guess that's the joy of mother hood, you raise them, so they can go off and conquer the world . . . I'm just glad when they pop in and remember that they were mine first!!! </div>Cherihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10896008468542754445noreply@blogger.com0