tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-126288662024-03-07T18:49:33.979-08:00So the Story GoesUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-13995349003024714032011-10-23T15:42:00.000-07:002011-10-23T15:44:22.806-07:00THE BABY IS DRIVINGit took him a long time to decide. we encouraged for two years, we practiced, we cajoled, we offered presents and money. the youngest has always done things in his own time. now he is proficient, he will take his final driving test on Halloween and we will have our last bird leave the nest. <br /><br />a bittersweet moment in life!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-16788872541970066042011-08-28T10:06:00.000-07:002011-08-28T10:37:52.511-07:00LIFE GOES ON THROUGH THE DARKEST DAYSAGAIN CUT AND PASTE
<br />
<br />this is the worst month of the year for me. i have cut and paste my entry for today. i spent the day with my family, i light a candle and i just be with the ones i love. thank you for your thoughts and prayers on this day.
<br />
<br />i know that if you are reading this, you probably know what i am talking about. but every year i want to document again what this day represents. it has a double sadness for me. it will always be the worst day of my life..............ever. it has been 10 years now since i lost my daughter. she would be 31. old enough to be a mother, to make me a grandmother. or perhaps she would have had a career, as a teacher, an attorney, an artist. maybe she just would have been like me; in a job that is not a career but one i care about. i don't know what she could have been, i just know she was special. she was smarter than most. she was beautiful. she was kind. she was full of energy and life. but she was also mentally ill. my daughter made my life special in many ways, she made me a mother. she taught me to laugh. she made me see things i would overlook. she loved cows! she loved a good mystery. she could do math like nobody i know! she spoke spanish impeccably. she was artistic. she was goofy. she was independent. i miss her every single day of my life. i have seen her ghost and still do to this day. she has spoken to me in my dreams. losing my daughter changed me from who i was to who i am; drifting through life waiting to see her again. her story is long and complicated and full of mysteries. i will not bore you with the details of her life and i will not horrify you with the details of her death. i just hope you all are with me in thoughts and prayers on this day. my grief is unending to this day.
<br />
<br />and the reason for my double sadness: my mother also died on this day. after my daughter's death, she went to bed..... and stayed there. she was not healthy to begin with, but going to bed made it worse. it was two long years of her illness becoming worse. many days were spent in the hospital. many times i was angry with her because i needed her to be there for me. many times i cried and cried on her shoulder, but she just was too sad herself. she tried to console me, but she could not face the loss of my daughter, her first grandchild, herself. when my mother died, much too young, i know it was not from smoking and COPD as the doctors would say, it was from a broken heart. there is more to her story with my daughter. they had a very special relationship. and they died minutes apart, on the same day, two years apart. it was unbearable. it still is. i hope you can see my sadness, how it will never go away, how i long for both of them, to talk to them, to touch and hug them again.
<br />
<br />and the reason i have gone on with my life after losing the two most important people a woman can have in her life: my oldest son, Samuel, and my youngest son Robert. without these two amazing boys, i would be lost. they make me smile still, when smiling is very hard. they make me remember that there is a reason to go on. they make new memories for me. they hold my hand when i need it the most. they make me madder than heck by being kids and make me love them more than is possible because they are MY kids. they are funny and musically talented and steadfast in their love for me. they are always there and listen when i cry about their sister and hug me and try to help me remember the good moments in my daughter's life. they are the best thing i have in my life and i love them so very much.
<br />
<br />and the man that stands next to me, that holds my hand, that comforts me in my deepest darkness, the one person who is ALWAYS there to listen, to let me cry, to know and understand the depths of my despair, my darling husband. he has been a rock in my life. he is a giving and loving man. he has suffered his own loss of his father and his brother, yet he goes on. he is strong and wise and yet sensitive enough to cry with me at times. i can not express my gratitude and joy in having this man in my life. i love him with all my heart.
<br />
<br />and the final person i need to introduce to you is my dad. he is actually my step-dad. he has been in my life since i was about 7. he raised me. he paid for everything when i was little. he taught me to be a good employee, to follow the rules, and yet how to let my hair down and have fun. he loved my mother from the beginning to the end and continues to love her still. he passed away on June 26, 2011,wanting to be there with my mother. he suffered a massive stroke in february,2008, but he was always aware of my mother's picture. this is the man who told me of my daughter's death. this is the man who held me as i collapsed in grief. this is the man that i tried to visit often, to let him know what he meant to me, that he is MY FATHER, more than any man could be. he grieved with me and has felt my losses more than anyone else.
<br />
<br />i am blessed to have the people i have, those i have lost and those i still have. i hope you have the same in your family.
<br />
<br />family is the reason for living. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-14877859045723104812011-07-31T23:41:00.000-07:002011-07-31T23:58:15.254-07:00always augustit seems i always post in august. well, some updates:<br /><br />my dad passed away in July. it has been so hard to realize that of my mom's kids i am now the oldest member of our family. i miss my dad, but i have missed him so much since his stroke a few years ago. he was tired. sad he is gone, sad he had to suffer so long.<br /><br />started nursing school in December 2010. i am an older student and it is HARD. but i am keeping up with the youngins and getting As and Bs so i am happy with that.<br /><br />oldest boy is off on his own and doing well, has a beautiful girl in his life. i am happy for him.<br /><br />youngest boy is starting senior year and still is my baby boy. he is just now getting ready for his driving license. i am happy he is maturing, but i hope he stays home for a few more years.<br /><br />my dearest one, the hubby, was laid off in december from his job of 30 years. bummer. but had so many job offers the very same day! he is working for a company that is not as established as the last one and building their product. he is stressed but i know he can do it since he is the best at his business.<br /><br />still trying to scrap in my very limited spare time between school and work. i miss it so much. but only a year to go and i will be done with school for a little bit. then i will get my scrap on again.<br /><br />hello to all my old friends out there. and see you soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-88422958321061455382010-08-29T22:18:00.000-07:002010-08-29T22:24:24.775-07:00and august comes againthis is the worst month of the year for me. i have cut and paste my entry for today, but the actual day was yesterday. i spent the day with my family, i light a candle and i just be with the ones i love. thank you for your thoughts and prayers on this day.<br /><br />i know that if you are reading this, you probably know what i am talking about. but every year i want to document again what this day represents. it has a double sadness for me. it will always be the worst day of my life..............ever. it has been 9 years now since i lost my daughter. she would be 30. old enough to be a mother, to make me a grandmother. or perhaps she would have had a career, a teacher, an attorney, an artist. maybe she just would have been like me; in a job that is not a career but one i care about. i don't know what she could have been, i just know she was special. she was smarter than most. she was beautiful. she was kind. she was full of energy and life. but she was also mentally ill. my daughter made my life special in many ways, she made me a mother. she taught me to laugh. she made me see things i would overlook. she loved cows! she loved a good mystery. she could do math like nobody i know! she spoke spanish impeccably. she was artistic. she was goofy. she was independent. i miss her every single day of my life. i have seen her ghost. she has spoken to me in my dreams. losing my daughter changed me from who i was to who i am; drifting through life waiting to see her again. her story is long and complicated and full of mysteries. i will not bore you with the details of her life and i will not horrify you with the details of her death. i just hope you all are with me in thoughts and prayers on this day.<br /><br />and the reason for my double sadness: my mother also died on this day. after my daughter's death, she went to bed..... and stayed there. she was not healthy to begin with, but going to bed made it worse. it was two long years of her illness becoming worse. many days were spent in the hospital. many times i was angry with her because i needed her to be there for me. many times i cried and cried on her shoulder, but she just was too sad herself. she tried to console me, but she could not face the loss of my daughter, her first grandchild, herself. when my mother died, much too young, i know it was not from smoking and COPD as the doctors would say, it was from a broken heart. there is more to her story with my daughter. they had a very special relationship. and they died minutes apart, on the same day, two years apart. it was unbearable. it still is. i hope you can see my sadness, how it will never go away, how i long for both of them, to talk to them, to touch and hug them again.<br /><br />and the reason i have gone on with my life after losing the two most important people a woman can have in her life: my oldest son, Samuel, and my youngest son Robert. without these two amazing boys, i would be lost. they make me smile still, when smiling is very hard. they make me remember that there is a reason to go on. they make new memories for me. they hold my hand when i need it the most. they make me madder than heck by being kids and make me love them more than is possible because they are MY kids. they are funny and musically talented and steadfast in their love for me. they are always there and listen when i cry about their sister and hug me and try to help me remember the good moments in my daughter's life. they are the best thing i have in my life and i love them so very much.<br /><br />and the man that stands next to me, that holds my hand, that comforts me in my deepest darkness, the one person who is ALWAYS there to listen, to let me cry, to know and understand the depths of my despair, my darling husband. he has been a rock in my life. he is a giving and loving man. he has suffered his own loss of his father and his brother, yet he goes on. he is strong and wise and yet sensitive enough to cry with me at times. i can not express my gratitude and joy in having this man in my life. i love him with all my heart.<br /><br />and the final person i need to introduce to you is my dad. he is actually my step-dad. he has been in my life since i was about 7. he raised me. he paid for everything when i was little. he taught me to be a good employee, to follow the rules, and yet how to let my hair down and have fun. he loved my mother from the beginning to the end and continues to love her still. he is here, but wants to be there with her. he suffered a massive stroke in february,2008, but he is aware of my mother's picture. this is the man who told me of my daughter's death. this is the man who held me as i collapsed in grief. this is the man that i try to visit often, to let him know what he means to me, that he is MY FATHER, more than any man could be. he grieved with me and has felt my losses more than anyone else.<br /><br />i am blessed to have the people i have, those i have lost and those i still have. i hope you have the same in your family.<br /><br />family is the reason for living.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-75838525420053266082010-01-02T15:39:00.001-08:002010-01-02T16:01:20.065-08:00hello 2010it is a new year and hopefully a new start. it has been said by me before that i ignore my blog, but i really am going to try to pay more attention this time. so hello to 2010, a new year, a new start and hopefully some new creativity.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-4028088735611171882009-04-05T21:10:00.000-07:002009-04-05T21:16:19.904-07:00workin too muchyeah, it has been a long time since my last post. i have been working too many hours and when i am home, i just want to veg out! i love my job, love that i still have a job and know that it is an important job. just need a little down time! so this weekend i went to a crop with my scrappy friend kat. i love this girl. we had a good time. i made some new friends and hope to scrap with them again soon. this crop was for Autism Speaks. we did raise a little money. but we had a great time! so if you do not know about autism, do some research. google it. autism is on the rise. researchers are unsure if the increase is because we are better at diagnosing it now or if there is an actual increase in autistic children. early intervention is acutely necessary. i have an autistic nephew that i love dearly. he is such a smart boy and so sweet. never be afraid to ask questions and educate your self about this disorder. you might find yourself loving somebody who will add much to your life.<br /><br />tomorrow i will post some los!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-35270651890390190812009-01-11T18:38:00.000-08:002009-01-11T18:42:12.503-08:002009i won't make promises to post more often, that would be an empty promise! i am the worst blogger! but here i am to say happy 2009, get your buttocks in gear, change it up, make your life a little different and perhaps a little better. i have started by vowing to take more pictures. pictures of my town, my family and myself. just to document a better record of our days. that is what my blog started out to be afterall! however, life seems to get in the way and so now i need to make myself do these things. i also want to be a little healthier. make my thighs a little thinner, walk a little, shimmy a little, just move a little more. i can do it. i have done it in the past and it is easy if i just get moving. i hope you all had a fab holiday season. i hope this new year brings you many good things and that the world can be a little bit nicer place to live. hope.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-2431685329476288642008-11-07T21:09:00.000-08:002008-11-07T21:17:10.356-08:00here you go<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5qINGeuqXILHYawDhlCao7DEKGL-jrYjIdjlQVSqRyByrRXr28VKtUL9xDKYespcFjJsXjnXiGLCgW9tEnIujBNUyBcZqxfa0whEJtCTmc3sPyN3KmkozCNA02XSpCnfQ7hK/s1600-h/littlebird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd5qINGeuqXILHYawDhlCao7DEKGL-jrYjIdjlQVSqRyByrRXr28VKtUL9xDKYespcFjJsXjnXiGLCgW9tEnIujBNUyBcZqxfa0whEJtCTmc3sPyN3KmkozCNA02XSpCnfQ7hK/s320/littlebird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266151277544385266" border="0" /></a><br />so my good friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">kat</span> reminded me that i have a blog. again. i am so bad about updating. i just have too many other things i want to do. and i run out of time. so a brief update of my life. i read the twilight series...twice. i helped my niece strip and stain a beautiful dresser. i went to a few crops with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">kat</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shirley</span> and had a wonderful time {see above lo}. i went on a retreat with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">kat</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">shirley</span> for 3 days, totally awesome time. i moved my office at work and worked 12 straight days and was exhausted. my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ds</span>20 started working for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">dh</span> and he has had a great exposure to real life and had to grow up really fast. i went to a football game at the high school to hear <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ds</span>14 in the band...for 12 minutes and i was done and left and went to dinner. [apparently football is not my thing]. i lost 3.5 pounds and you can not tell. oh well. i stopped taping and watching one life to live and general hospital for the first time in so many years i can not remember. i just could not keep up any more. i am working on organizing my scrap room that is a complete disaster, well in my terms disaster. i can't find anything. i need labels. working on that. well that is about it in a nutshell. thanks for reading!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-9720090624694355562008-09-01T23:11:00.000-07:002008-09-01T23:14:06.458-07:00scrappy monday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwVJroPCNEgxUvfaSRfkMLXarV6IDk6xefwV986FhtGxKzK2gWQNOQVNvSuLito0a_8wpiXk9v4vGQPu2OCPmbXuK576QDfW44YaHQyeBDSFAqN2NlgyOw8sEFgmZyRXjC51l/s1600-h/truefriends.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzwVJroPCNEgxUvfaSRfkMLXarV6IDk6xefwV986FhtGxKzK2gWQNOQVNvSuLito0a_8wpiXk9v4vGQPu2OCPmbXuK576QDfW44YaHQyeBDSFAqN2NlgyOw8sEFgmZyRXjC51l/s320/truefriends.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241303319432878242" border="0" /></a><br />today i spent the day with my friend kat. we scrappy shopped, had lunch and then went to my house to scrap. we had a great day and i love to spend time with her. this is the lo for the latest tallyscrapper challenge and i like how it turned out. it is good to have friends like kat, accepting, patient, kind, and well, we laugh a lot about, em, er, things! she is a good friend!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-13536383828559904072008-08-27T23:10:00.000-07:002008-08-27T23:45:42.810-07:00<h3 class="post-title entry-title"> <a href="http://kodachroming.blogspot.com/2007/08/saddest-day.html">the saddest day comes every year</a></h3>August 28<br /><br />i am just cutting and pasting this as i have nothing more to say except i still feel the same as the day she left me.<br /><br />i know that if you are reading this, you probably know what i am talking about. but every year i want to document again what this day represents. it has a double sadness for me. it will always be the worst day of my life..............ever. it has been 7 years now since i lost my daughter. she would be 28. old enough to be a mother, to make me a grandmother. or perhaps she would have had a career, a teacher, an attorney, an artist. maybe she just would have been like me; in a job that is not a career but one i care about. i don't know what she could have been, i just know she was special. she was smarter than most. she was beautiful. she was kind. she was full of energy and life. but she was also mentally ill. my daughter made my life special in many ways, she made me a mother. she taught me to laugh. she made me see things i would overlook. she loved cows! she loved a good mystery. she could do math like nobody i know! she spoke <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">spanish</span> impeccably. she was artistic. she was goofy. she was independent. i miss her every single day of my life. i have seen her ghost. she has spoken to me in my dreams. losing my daughter changed me from who i was to who i am; drifting through life waiting to see her again. her story is long and complicated and full of mysteries. i will not bore you with the details of her life and i will not horrify you with the details of her death. i just hope you all are with me in thoughts and prayers on this day.<br /><br />and the reason for my double sadness: my mother also died on this day. after my daughter's death, she went to bed..... and stayed there. she was not healthy to begin with, but going to bed made it worse. it was two long years of her illness becoming worse. many days were spent in the hospital. many times i was angry with her because i needed her to be there for me. many times i cried and cried on her shoulder, but she just was too sad herself. she tried to console me, but she could not face the loss of my daughter, her first grandchild, herself. when my mother died, much too young, i know it was not from smoking and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">COPD</span> as the doctors would say, it was from a broken heart. there is more to her story with my daughter. they had a very special relationship. and they died minutes apart, on the same day, two years apart. it was unbearable. it still is. i hope you can see my sadness, how it will never go away, how i long for both of them, to talk to them, to touch and hug them again.<br /><br />and the reason i have gone on with my life after losing the two most important people a woman can have in her life: my oldest son, Samuel, and my youngest son Robert. without these two amazing boys, i would be lost. they make me smile still, when smiling is very hard. they make me remember that there is a reason to go on. they make new memories for me. they hold my hand when i need it the most. they make me madder than heck by being kids and make me love them more than is possible because they are MY kids. they are funny and musically talented and steadfast in their love for me. they are always there and listen when i cry about their sister and hug me and try to help me remember the good moments in my daughter's life. they are the best thing i have in my life and i love them so very much.<br /><br />and the man that stands next to me, that holds my hand, that comforts me in my deepest darkness, the one person who is ALWAYS there to listen, to let me cry, to know and understand the depths of my despair, my darling husband. he has been a rock in my life. he is a giving and loving man. he has suffered his own loss of his father and his brother, yet he goes on. he is strong and wise and yet sensitive enough to cry with me at times. i can not express my gratitude and joy in having this man in my life. i love him with all my heart.<br /><br />and the final person i need to introduce to you is my dad. he is actually my step-dad. he has been in my life since i was about 7. he raised me. he paid for everything when i was little. he taught me to be a good employee, to follow the rules, and yet how to let my hair down and have fun. he loved my mother from the beginning to the end and continues to love her still. he is here, but wants to be there with her. he suffered a massive stroke in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">february</span> 2007, but he is aware of my mother's picture. this is the man who told me of my daughter's death. this is the man who held me as i collapsed in grief. this is the man that i try to visit every day, to let him know what he means to me, that he is MY FATHER, more than any man could be. he grieved with me and has felt my losses more than anyone else.<br /><br />i am blessed to have the people i have, those i have lost and those i still have. i hope you have the same in your family.<br /><br />family is the reason for livingUnknownnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-32140689282841200472008-08-16T18:49:00.000-07:002008-08-16T18:55:42.533-07:00what?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNtxQ2IE3arTWHYhZVeviffSI1Bw0XqonXR1Jd9o31_2lkIpbX_Z75ErwfFcUVELJdye0iC2Rg9JQO3QUYb4OFqHGv-57VktRRke9AVTO8sFBf35a_6PO1veb4lMpghasP1XM/s1600-h/august2008+Medium+Web+view.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQNtxQ2IE3arTWHYhZVeviffSI1Bw0XqonXR1Jd9o31_2lkIpbX_Z75ErwfFcUVELJdye0iC2Rg9JQO3QUYb4OFqHGv-57VktRRke9AVTO8sFBf35a_6PO1veb4lMpghasP1XM/s320/august2008+Medium+Web+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235298702637789490" border="0" /></a><br />forget it! i can not be a regular blogger. i just do not remember to update! i finished the class with shimelle and hey, that had a blogger prompt on it, but i still just let it slide. sigh.<br /><br />last night i scrapped with my friend Kat, who i adore. she is so funny and fun! tina came and she is a riot too. i had a great time. i only got 2 los done, since i was so busy listening to my girls! so here is one. i could not scan it; it is too lumpy. so it is on my mantle and that is the clock in the upper left corner and a candle in the bottom right corner. i much prefer a scanned lo! so summer is almost over, even tho it is still blazing hot here. ds14 will go back to school on the 25th. he is starting high school. i struggle with this. he is my baby and growing up way too fast. he is a wonderful child and i love him so much. ds20 is considering college again and i am keeping my fingers crossed. he really needs to do this. he is smart and is just wasting his potential. i am going to keep suggesting this to him.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-77686671214615781902008-07-22T20:18:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:37:20.729-08:00poetry<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4ss35KL3KYtYHPV5p-t_bCkW_et3aKLGlJWg4auwCeM8o2taiRwZ2qu58g_UrAvFrlq7J7DxZu9Wh7mXAV0-qdSBPgiH3gwgiL-DB6Vk98tbKjOmZvwdn1v1MpXmCOezDpCo/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4ss35KL3KYtYHPV5p-t_bCkW_et3aKLGlJWg4auwCeM8o2taiRwZ2qu58g_UrAvFrlq7J7DxZu9Wh7mXAV0-qdSBPgiH3gwgiL-DB6Vk98tbKjOmZvwdn1v1MpXmCOezDpCo/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226045262405033570" border="0" /></a><br />blog prompt four is about poetry, inspiring poems, what i would want to share. i am a private poetry reader. i stand alone in my real life friends as a reader and lover of words. i will share an older poem that has stuck with me since i was a child.<br /><br />How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.<br />I love thee to the depth and breadth and height<br />My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight<br />For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.<br />I love thee to the level of every day's<br />Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.<br />I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;<br />I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.<br />I love with a passion put to use<br />In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.<br />I love thee with a love I seemed to lose<br />With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,<br />Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,<br />I shall but love thee better after death.<br /><br />dh, this is how i love thee.<br /><br />do you love poetry?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-68006998627495059732008-07-21T14:35:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:37:21.454-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFej8kgwZOo4nrFU8oTsF5f9T31OdpWxEt8XW5AIsAk0d0yqNVCcB-H9Nnx7bRfSXQplN0mGNest1P1t8GYpE7O8Io3qv302x2JWZP7tGHoR-6l8kDfqTlOO15DjApG8PrOz5L/s1600-h/time1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFej8kgwZOo4nrFU8oTsF5f9T31OdpWxEt8XW5AIsAk0d0yqNVCcB-H9Nnx7bRfSXQplN0mGNest1P1t8GYpE7O8Io3qv302x2JWZP7tGHoR-6l8kDfqTlOO15DjApG8PrOz5L/s320/time1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225585255081106978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjAbue99xAYf5exjCheh6YwYiyJbtWHv7jGQ32XYv9wD5A7gF6VnQw0B-OfxLsSH4qtcJTv0iIyCAaHEfr_igzMi86_EdeV6LR3McuLCtQg9BqNnN8-gY30Vu89zx0zQFyI6s/s1600-h/time2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmjAbue99xAYf5exjCheh6YwYiyJbtWHv7jGQ32XYv9wD5A7gF6VnQw0B-OfxLsSH4qtcJTv0iIyCAaHEfr_igzMi86_EdeV6LR3McuLCtQg9BqNnN8-gY30Vu89zx0zQFyI6s/s320/time2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225584760657830402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />my first lo for my freedom:time<br /><br /><br />i am not internet savvy, so don't know how to meld the two pages together.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-59320705565366096862008-07-21T10:41:00.000-07:002008-07-21T10:49:56.252-07:00what's in your suitcase?today's blog prompt from my freedom is what you think is necessary to pack for a trip. this is hilarious to me. i am a terrible traveler. what with my germ problem, fear of creepy crawlies, and fear of getting lost, i practically take my entire house with me! i always take my own pillow. gotta have that. i always pack extra clothes because you never know when you might have an accident where you get wet or spills or falls, you name it. i always take extra books, because i run out of things to read quickly. always take a crossword puzzle book and several pencils, spare shoes, a bag for dirty clothes, and usually some knitting. as you can imagine, my suitcase is always heavy, or i take too many. in the winter, i usually arrive at my hotel then hit a walmart or local store where i can buy a new blanket to sleep with. yep, can't use the blankets in hotels. sigh. and don't get me started on essentials such as toothpaste, shampoo, etc. gotta take full amounts cuz you can't take a chance in running out. i am not a fun traveler. but my dh is very patient with me and even helps by letting me use some of his space. my dream way to travel will be when we get our rv. all my own stuff. never a fear of germs, or running out and best of all, my own library. so i guess you could say my suitcase will actually be a vehicle (rv). lol!<br /><br />ps it is ok to laugh at me. i know i am silly. just the freakyness of living as me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-16848058061139686932008-07-20T16:29:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:37:21.690-08:00time travel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5Kxd9lAjDP4LSS3r3_b8mMhlSaDP7Cqo0ynz0bQrUoJ8HEA_qGhwpzmxkrEGZYPyXRzkbUNp0qnQjaDPBpDC3C5u4mIYrsUcBjf9Cuws8K255OZy3yzQBbouAwHyO2NugGre/s1600-h/stonehenge1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5Kxd9lAjDP4LSS3r3_b8mMhlSaDP7Cqo0ynz0bQrUoJ8HEA_qGhwpzmxkrEGZYPyXRzkbUNp0qnQjaDPBpDC3C5u4mIYrsUcBjf9Cuws8K255OZy3yzQBbouAwHyO2NugGre/s320/stonehenge1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225244586590211906" border="0" /></a><br />the next blog prompt from shimelle is about time travel, where i would want to go anywhere in time for a day. the first place i would pick would be suzi's last day, but that is too private to discuss here. so i will go to my second pick.<br /><br />i would just love to spend a day in ireland,scotland or england, in the 1800's at a ball, in a beautiful ball gown, being "brought out" by my parents. i love to read of the days when life was more romantic and polite. i love all of jane austen's books. i would love to be courted and receive written letters and be expected to do artful past times, of course, i would have to belong to the upper class for this. lol. i think it was a beautiful time and i wish we could have it again, along with a proper toilet, refrigerator and stove. and air conditioning. well, it is a dream...right?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-51414843582219216952008-07-19T22:29:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:37:21.884-08:00time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipZhWKtnay_yoVtPovss0xN_Geyi1PQUqCdbXg56TmncGQSuXCAMayG1UGB5ktb-0nMYooU9tEvfED8_R8PjESZFKRA7ID6RTvUEP8nWFQZuiKQylGCNjAQCs4WH81ljZfTa1/s1600-h/1804110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipZhWKtnay_yoVtPovss0xN_Geyi1PQUqCdbXg56TmncGQSuXCAMayG1UGB5ktb-0nMYooU9tEvfED8_R8PjESZFKRA7ID6RTvUEP8nWFQZuiKQylGCNjAQCs4WH81ljZfTa1/s320/1804110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224966670435860242" border="0" /></a><br />The first blog prompt for shimelle's class is about time. Of course, this class started 2 weeks ago and i am just now finding the time to blog about it. I guess that is a good representation of how i do not have enough time. Time is tough for me. I work a job that is stressful, and when i get home at night, i am tired and want to do nothing. my time is stretched out like every woman who is a wife, mother, daughter and employee. i guess everyone has the same demands, but some can handle time organization better. i used to be better at this. i guess age slows you down. so my theme for time is you have to go back to go forward. not sure who said it first, but i like what it says. i look back and think about all the time that has passed and how i have changed. i want to be introspective and learn from my mistakes and maybe repeat my successes. so as i now start this class a little late and little unorganized, i will move forward and learn from my past. time is of the essence!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-10116273933043607502008-07-19T18:37:00.000-07:002008-07-19T19:20:58.196-07:00Tagged! who shall i tag?so my scrappy friend <a href="http://onmybackporch.blogspot.com/">rachel</a> tagged me! i have not played this game for a long time, so here goes!<br /><br />Each player answers 5 questions about themselves. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5-6 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment, letting them know they've been tagged. Let the person who tagged you know when you have posted your answers.<br /><br />What were you doing 10 years ago?<br />I was working from home doing medical dictation. I was caring for my niece and nephews, as well as my own 2 boys. My daughter was in her last year of high school and getting ready to graduate from high school and go to college. I was bored out of my gourd and looking for something new. It took a couple more years, but I found scrapping, which has opened up my world to new friends, new adventures and photograpy!<br /><br />5 things on today's to-do list:<br />Have the air conditioning man out to check on our leak.<br />laundry<br />gardening<br />scrapping for my class i am taking<br /><br />I am addicted to:<br />chocolate<br />nectarines<br />coffee<br />my kids<br />scrapping<br /><br />Things I would do if I were a millionaire:<br />i would pick a family in need and help them.<br />i would make sure that my boys both had a sum of money to help buy a house.<br />i would give dh a dream vacation where ever he should want to go and a kitchen filled with all the goodness he could ever need so he could cook as much as he wanted to.<br /><br />Places I have lived:<br />so many!<br />El Paso, Texas<br />Cody, Wyoming<br />Rapid City, South Dakota<br />Phoenix, Arizona<br />Westminster, Gardena, Long Beach, Palms, Hungtington Beach, and San Jacinto, California<br /><br />and I am tagging:<br />I read many blogs, but I have few that I can tag, so .........<br /><a href="http://kateisner.typepad.com/shes_so_much_more/">kat</a> my good friend and fab scrapper<br /><a href="http://www.standingontheedge.blogs.com/">shirley </a>a scrappy friend and also very inspiring scrappy wise<br /><a href="http://shauntewadley.blogspot.com/">shaunte </a> a fab scrapper<br /><a href="http://rachaelchamb.blogspot.com/">rachel </a> another fab scrapper<br /><a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">ree</a> who i long to be like and who is a most wonderful photographer and cook, she does not know me, but just check out her blog!<br /><br />ok, so there it is. play if you want. or not, no problems! <br /><br />back soon with another post, since i am supposed to be blogging more with my class i am taking. i am an F student so far! lol!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-84436397014759386252008-07-07T21:04:00.000-07:002008-07-07T21:15:59.320-07:00my freedomstarted a new class today with shimelle called my freedom. it is a photo, blogging, journaling, scrapping class. i am excited because i think it will really get my creativity going. i have been slacking, too tired after work to scrap, not taking pictures, and really not being creative at all. amazingly enough the first prompt is very timely. so off i go to take some pictures. i will post some here later, but will try to blog a little more regularly as that is part of the class. should be a fun class.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-16841094850695766712008-07-04T22:01:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:37:22.070-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCWr3sEyRhBrh0kBGwt8uqkBZYYiJaUMoIPcoNtOQfiD7C8UBAEU9h4ZBzD_mXrN791Hq3aZ4RrYBFgD2ynaqRyGwzLyl982YWd-EHRNaQRC9ZRAu7ic3cMhyphenhyphenZw8_6WnuWn9Q/s1600-h/outoffocus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCWr3sEyRhBrh0kBGwt8uqkBZYYiJaUMoIPcoNtOQfiD7C8UBAEU9h4ZBzD_mXrN791Hq3aZ4RrYBFgD2ynaqRyGwzLyl982YWd-EHRNaQRC9ZRAu7ic3cMhyphenhyphenZw8_6WnuWn9Q/s320/outoffocus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219390956014686946" border="0" /></a><br />here is one of my most recent. i went to a crop with kat and had a great time. lately, i have not had enough time to scrap and this was really necessary. i needed the down time, the girl time, and the scrap time. <br /><br />i have been missing my suzi so much and every now and then, it is just too hard. the feelings just never go away. if you know, then you know what i mean.<br /><br />today was the 4th. we celebrated by cleaning windows, fixing a kitchen cupboard and me fixing a rib and baked beans dinner. boy am i tired! then i retreated to my scrap room to make a cd cover for a friend to hold the cd of the pictures i have edited for her. she was really happy with the last one. it was about 20 years old, had food on it, and was very faded. i fixed the color, edited out the food stains and printed it out. it looked like new. i was happy to do it for her. <br /><br />on monday we are going on our annual trip to the water park. it is strange that now we only have one child at home to go. robert will be bringing a friend, but wow, just 2 kids! we are still getting the cabana, i plan on keeping out of the sun as much as possible. i know the guys will have a great time! i hope to get lots of good pics. <br /><br />note:sherri, if you are reading, i am thinking of you. i wanted to contact you but i lost all your info. i pray for you and your family. take care.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-90607309213751613242008-04-21T22:01:00.000-07:002008-12-09T07:37:22.340-08:00did you miss me?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXfp-QicDcVVBOrVycRSF3_PiznC9liZ_K1gg8dTixNFH2Pdgx8v_yueWaoHtk8oJnSsL5H6s2rfDYp2wMYuCco5s4kF9wxG00osp4lywG-Ll4Ofc4rsRGoM1_BZq1EwpQD-w/s1600-h/stars.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXfp-QicDcVVBOrVycRSF3_PiznC9liZ_K1gg8dTixNFH2Pdgx8v_yueWaoHtk8oJnSsL5H6s2rfDYp2wMYuCco5s4kF9wxG00osp4lywG-Ll4Ofc4rsRGoM1_BZq1EwpQD-w/s320/stars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191933927214691938" border="0" /></a><br />so, again i have been absent. i just don't seem to remember to post a note very often. i am overworked, when my free time comes, i just want to clean, scrap or play with my family, and really no one is reading! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lol</span>. it is just a journal for me so i can post when i want to, right? i just need to remember that i might be missing some milestones that i might want to remember some day!<br /><br />so life is still difficult with my gallbladder issues. or lack of a gallbladder issues. this last weekend was exceptionally bad. could be related to work stress, but probably because i ate food with fat in it. need to really avoid that because the consequences are quite uncomfortable! the really sad part of all of this is that i will never be able to lose weight because my diet consists mostly of safe <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">carbs</span>. oh, well, not really caring too much about this, as i just want to be a little healthier!<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dh</span> has been offered a new post but has declined. i am sort of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ambivalent</span> about this. i think he is afraid to make changes at his age, but hey, change can be good. i will support him no matter what. we all know that he has to be happy on the job or life is just miserable! i appreciate his work ethic and know he will make the right decision for his family.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ds</span>19 continues to live with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ds</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">gfC</span>. i hope they are happy but occasionally i worry that he is not quite ready for this commitment. he does speak well of her, but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">hmmm</span>, just not sure. i hope this can be a long term thing for both of them to grow a little and perhaps love each other.<br /><br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ds</span>14 has grown so much recently. we had to go again and get new jeans. just 3 months since the last purchase. we took a trip to town and saw his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">peds</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">dr</span>. she was quite surprised at his growth spurt but he is still under weight. at least he is at the 50<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">th</span> percentile in height. she stressed the point of eating more meat. we will continue to work with him on this to help him grow.<br /><br />we are still in our bowling league. the funny thing is we both now have injuries! who knew bowling could be so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">disastrous</span> to our joints! we are sticking it out and are now signed up for the summer league. we hope to have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ds</span>19 and his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">gfC</span> with us. it would be a lot of fun!<br /><br />i will leave with my latest lo that i have created for a challenge at http://www.tallyscrapper.com/board.php i really love this site, so warm and friendly. it is my new scrap home and i hope all of you will come visit. well, if i have any regular readers, thanks for visiting!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-72692021753642776062008-02-09T23:03:00.000-08:002008-12-09T07:37:22.876-08:00right here right now<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58sfljoOjR3b3eYowcgcABdrFFr-twd9D_lUkmjIt19LRUCK_YBrVXBWKm3NYBN2QtSf_E3tpLe5p1YC3bp1cpfrba6UKGvEMoiKMraojOBMF-GZuifD5i3tL9ZqWLjmHPM7P/s1600-h/righthererightnow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi58sfljoOjR3b3eYowcgcABdrFFr-twd9D_lUkmjIt19LRUCK_YBrVXBWKm3NYBN2QtSf_E3tpLe5p1YC3bp1cpfrba6UKGvEMoiKMraojOBMF-GZuifD5i3tL9ZqWLjmHPM7P/s320/righthererightnow.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165246296106923762" border="0" /></a><br />my latest lo of ds13, about him becoming a young man.<br /><br />so valentines day is almost here and i am not ready. i need to get some cards made, some candy bought and plan a dinner. should be able to do that tomorrow! work has been crazy mad busy, but i got a new helper and i am very excited that she will really make things easier for me. i have been taking a photography class and it has opened my eyes to new ways to use my camera. why did i wait? so hopefully my pics will be crisper and my los will be better! (one can only hope).<br /><br />so ds13 took a tumble today and gave himself a concussion. he is ok, but it was scary for a little bit there. we need to watch him for a few days. ds19 is working all the time or playing with his band so we do not get to see him as much as we would like, but hopefully we will have some family time tomorrow.<br /><br />we went to see juno last week and it was such a fun, cute movie. some adult themes, but ds13 was ok. i would not take any younger than that to see it! my niece came with us and we had a great time.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-64077997851979218442008-01-20T17:46:00.000-08:002008-12-09T07:37:23.176-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09L0LlFMsZhi2eluS0grn-rMDseYeV5zKtaYPklLsoHFVSEdvf80vJnkaELc5uYl281_BthYvxJSpjMjwI5_Zuwa2kdKsOJJUUF6uibp8YTj20Vp3HZH46P3R7nNDv2JpUL0t/s1600-h/band2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg09L0LlFMsZhi2eluS0grn-rMDseYeV5zKtaYPklLsoHFVSEdvf80vJnkaELc5uYl281_BthYvxJSpjMjwI5_Zuwa2kdKsOJJUUF6uibp8YTj20Vp3HZH46P3R7nNDv2JpUL0t/s320/band2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157740554028736274" border="0" /></a><br />DS13 and his middle school band. also his group of friends in the bottom picture. all very talented young muscians.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-1854059125808509622008-01-20T17:27:00.000-08:002008-01-20T17:46:29.495-08:00been gone too long, but now i am back to stayWell, it has been months. Life just got too busy and i strayed from my blog. Quelle horror! So I am going to update a little more often. Not that I have a loyal following or anything, but it is my journal of our life and should have pics to orient us to the timeframe. So here I am back at it! We had a very nice Christmas, too much food, gifts and good times. The boys both loved their gifts and I especially loved what dh got me...a new lens for my camera! Now all I need is a mountain trip to get some great long distance shots. dh was very happy with his new shiatsu. He sat on it for hours, until we read the directions... you are not supposed to use it that long! LOL So now it is the new year and of course, no resolutions. I am a think it and do it kind of person, not a planner aheader. We do make a list on New Years day of what we want to accomplish in our house. This year we are redoing our bathrooms upstairs. New shower with tile, new paint, a shelf in the master bath and a new picture in the boys bath. We also want to do a brick ring around our willow. That is if our willow survives from the big winds. It is looking pretty poorly right now. So ds13 had his Christmas concert and it was really awesome. My lo today is from that concert. We are so impressed with the band director and what he has done with this group of kids. They are so ready for high school band. Well, thanks for reading and hope to post more soon!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-28864791687561762842007-11-18T16:32:00.000-08:002008-12-09T07:37:23.430-08:00The Falls in the fall.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62CNeiJvHPJ0bDNRMn8_e3e4vOYAYhUM1qGV_V1NZWWKIKqyf1bUzSN3wd-61AIctyviX_yG8HN17LfiIWH9N7rbwIhTlFSE_KZQWmAghYDGlqsuK_9AgPXjFTUZWhUXnYj_y/s1600-h/november2007+451.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg62CNeiJvHPJ0bDNRMn8_e3e4vOYAYhUM1qGV_V1NZWWKIKqyf1bUzSN3wd-61AIctyviX_yG8HN17LfiIWH9N7rbwIhTlFSE_KZQWmAghYDGlqsuK_9AgPXjFTUZWhUXnYj_y/s320/november2007+451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134344437479583186" border="0" /></a><br />We had a trip to Niagara Falls recently to visit my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">dh's</span> mother. She is elderly, not as healthy as we would like her to be and we needed the boys to see her. So we flew out to see her and visited Canada and many other sites. The best for me was the Butterfly Sanctuary. I got so many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">beautiful</span> pics and really enjoyed being there. Of course <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ds</span>19 would not set foot inside. He has been terrified for many years of any creature that flutters, moths, bees, butterflies, you name it. TERRIFIED. Running screaming wildly terrified. We ate out at many different restaurants, namely; Planet Hollywood, Montana, The Keg, Bob Evans and many others. I ate way too much but really enjoyed it. Mil was doing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ok</span>. She could be healthier, we do worry about her being alone and winter coming. She is resistant to moving closer and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dh's</span> job necessitates us being here. The Falls were of course majestic and beautiful. I think every American should visit at least once. There is nothing like it on our planet. The weather was interesting, rain and snow and down to the 30's. I was frozen most of the time; the locals thought I was weird in my mittens, scarf, and heavy coat. They thought the weather was fine. Of course, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">dh</span> is not affected either! Poor <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ds</span>13 had tons of school work to do, but he finished it and did a very good job! I am proud of his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">accomplishments</span> and that he completed what was required. He is okay! I happily came home to 95 degrees here in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">SoCal</span> and happily also was able to scrap <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">los</span> of the Falls. I only took about 500 pics in 6 days, but hey, I could have taken more!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12628866.post-12188672499157401962007-11-11T21:04:00.000-08:002007-11-12T18:27:08.318-08:00Tag you are it!i got tagged by my scrappy friend Marci! http://negranzablog.blogspot.com/<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">The rules are as follows:<br /><br />1) Link to the "tagger" & post the rules.<br />2) Share 7 facts about yourself- random / weird facts.<br />3) Tag 7 people & link to them.<br />4) Leave comments on their blogs, so they know they've been tagged.</span><br /><br /><br />1.I was a natural born redhead, but it faded to blonde when i was about 13.<br />2.I went to Fashion Design school for college; loved the work, hated the people.<br />3.I am a Harry Potter fan and plan to read the series again for the third time.<br />4.I have to eat chocolate every single day.<br />5.I would prefer to stay home every single day and never go anywhere!<br />6.I do not like to shop; i make a list and stick to it and leave the store as soon as possible.<br />7.I wanted six children, but only got three. I would love to have at least one more, but that is impossible now.<br /><br />i have tagged only blogs i read regularly and people who inspire me! thank you to all of you!<br /><br />Sheri, the scrapping grocery game queen! http://www.zooreturns.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Liza, my scrappy friend knows how to have fun! http://www.luculent.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Shirley, my scrapping/blogging hero http://standingontheedge.blogs.com/<br /><br />Laura, the scrappy girl who inspires me to continue writing http://writergirl.typepad.com/<br /><br />Linda, my fellow scrappy celtic hippie! http://www.ramblingsofanoldlady.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Angela, spiritually inspires me while she scraps! http://landofteenageattitude.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Michelle, another scrap diva; i love her work! http://michellestrach.blogspot.com/Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0