tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18287949680895308042024-03-05T10:07:31.331-08:00Musings and Ramblings of a BlondeNo matter how bad things get, you got to go on living, even if it kills you.
-Sholom AleichemAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-35388370007039989232012-11-08T16:16:00.000-08:002012-11-08T16:23:33.173-08:00My Johnny BoyThis is a somewhat random post but I was feelin' it tonight so I had to share. Even though I may not share political, religious, or any other view with this man we are absolute soul mates in music. My one and only true music love John Mayer. The things this man can do to a guitar.. I can't describe. Here are a few of my all time favorites.<br />
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Gravity..(In all forms but especially the live in Los Angelos version on the <br />
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I got dreams baby...Whoa, Whoa, Whoa,.....I got dreams....<br />
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Slow Dancing In A Burning Room...(again the live in Los Angelos version from the "Where the Light Is" album. (excuse the B word) :-( Amazingly passionate and heart breaking..<br />
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And oh baby let's not forget....<br />
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Atmosphere (once again the live in Los Angelos Version..same album)<br />
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Words cannot even describe what happens at minute 4:30 of this video. I never get tired of that part. It touches my soul. This is my all time favorite few minutes of music.... (this says volumes because I love all music) It's like the expression of a great opportunity never to be realized but always to be mourned for.....It's a beautiful expression of love.<br />
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There are many other Johnny songs that I love passionately but this post would be way too long if I listed them all....<br />
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-Seacrest Out<br />
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That guitar and I are meant for each other...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-69780104778599585842012-10-16T12:49:00.004-07:002012-10-16T15:43:13.478-07:00Time Out For Women 2012I had an amazing opportunity to go to the Time Out For Women conference this weekend in Richfield, Utah! It was the most wonderful and inspiring thing I have done in a long time. How grateful I feel to have had the opportunity to hear the testimonies of some of the most remarkable women in the world. <br />
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I feel like my testimony has been strengthened and that I have been uplifted as a person. I hope that I can somehow be able to hang on to the things that I learned and the feelings I felt. I hope that I can use these things to become a better wife and mother. And I hope I can make going to TOFW a yearly tradition with people I love.<br />
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On the funny side, I loved getting to know Jessica and Lauren, eating monstrously large burritos, staying up until 1:00 a.m. talking about night noises and other hilarious things (that shall not be mentioned heretofore), and scraping the "burnt" off of sandwiches. (even if they did have a sinister and secretive plan to take an ugly picture of me for some other chicks from Nephi; with whom I will have revenge upon in the VERY near future!! ;-))<br />
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Coming away from this weekend, I am grateful for new friends, a stronger testimony, and to quote speaker<a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout/presenter/20088" target="_blank"> Mariama Kallon </a>: "I am grateful for bossoms!" And all of this, in spite of the fact, I am probably, according to speaker <a href="http://deseretbook.com/timeout/presenter/19525" target="_blank">DeAnne Flynn</a>, a "Window Licker"! :-) <br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-37544749179740520262012-03-06T20:19:00.003-08:002012-03-06T20:28:12.596-08:00the Semester from $#%@#$Why???Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-86708892189811632042012-01-14T17:22:00.000-08:002012-01-14T17:42:29.901-08:00Thanks for the inspiration...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKKIid3WiMk/TxIrib7YdHI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XyflZ1fvAsQ/s1600/il_fullxfull_147693805.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697664349189469298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mKKIid3WiMk/TxIrib7YdHI/AAAAAAAAAWs/XyflZ1fvAsQ/s400/il_fullxfull_147693805.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I just read an entirely inspired blog post. It truly touched my heart. It is was one of those posts that I would say was a "tender mercy". I am so grateful for the people in my life that continue to inspire me day after day. I'm lucky. I believe Heavenly Father sends certain people into our lives for a reason. I don't just believe it. I know it's true. It's proven to me...day after day.</div><div> </div><div>There are things that I want to do.......that I'm not doing. Major things...that I want deeply. There are choices in my life that I regret. Desperately at times....... But I know that, if I stay close to the spirit and believe that Heavenly Father is there to guide me, I can do it. And that someday I can realize the desires of my heart. Even if the path there is hard...whatever that path may be.</div><div> </div><div>I got this.</div><div> </div><div>-Barb</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-73396191777016203922011-12-30T17:17:00.000-08:002011-12-30T17:20:01.309-08:00Life and Times of the Truly OVERWHELMEDCharacter cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, ambition inspired, and success achieved. -Helen Keller<br /><br /><br />But.....first....give me some ease and quiet...... PreTty PLeaSe????Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-51756370863524378782011-10-06T18:36:00.000-07:002011-10-06T18:37:06.935-07:00I don't believe in Magic....nope...nope I don't.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-87268224334657188962011-06-17T06:24:00.001-07:002011-06-17T06:24:43.684-07:00Enough Said...<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/l70e1TfN34w" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-76391037791787812402011-05-29T08:59:00.001-07:002011-05-29T08:59:45.261-07:00<div style="padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px"><a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/30132890/" target="_blank"><img src="http://d30opm7hsgivgh.cloudfront.net/upload/30132890_aYj0mrqk_c.jpg" border="0" width="411 height =" /></a></div><div style="float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;"><p style="font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;">Source: <a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://seattle.wikia.com/wiki/File:Lastexit-desiderata-sm.jpg">seattle.wikia.com</a> via <a style="text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com/alebbon/" target="_blank">Amy</a> on <a style="text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;" href="http://pinterest.com" target="_blank">Pinterest</a></p></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-78477282473888988612011-05-19T07:15:00.000-07:002011-05-20T13:04:58.894-07:00R.E.S.P.E.C.T. Find out what it means to me!!Please watch this youtube clip first.... just for kicks! ;-)<br /><br /><a href="http://youtu.be/_DZ3_obMXwU">http://youtu.be/_DZ3_obMXwU</a><br /><br />Here I am venting on my blog again today. It's not that I plan to use my blog as a therapist...it just kind of happens....<br /><br />Here it is...plain and simple.<br /><br />I deserve respect!<br /><br />I am a good person. I treat others with respect. I work hard to take care of the ones that I love. I take care not to say hurtful things, especially to the ones that I love and I care about other people's feelings.<br /><br />I deserve to have the same treatment.<br /><br />I want to have the same treatment.<br /><br />I will not settle for anything less than that kind of treatment.<br /><br />And if that means I am a diva...then put me up on stage singing R.E.S.P.E.C.T. with Aretha...in a red sequin dress and six inch stiletto heels....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A wise man once said..... "I am who I am because of the things I have gone through. So even though I don't want to go through those things again I am grateful for them."<br /><br /><i><b>touché</b></i> wise man...<i><b>touché<br /><br /><br /></b></i><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Seacrest OUT!!!</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-4958148922043254212011-03-21T07:47:00.001-07:002011-03-21T08:16:58.633-07:00Give Me Love, Love, Love, Love.... CRAZY Love"Love is what inspired our Heavenly Father to create our spirits; it is what led our Savior to the Garden of Gethsemane to make Himself a ransom for our sins. Love is the grand motive of the plan of salvation; it is the source of happiness, the ever-renewing spring of healing, the precious fountain of hope. As we extend our hands and hearts toward others in Christlike love, something wonderful happens to us. Our own spirits become healed, more refined, and stronger. We become happier, more peaceful, and more receptive to the whisperings of the Holy Spirit." -Dieter F. Uchtdorf<br /><br />Just a little note today about love. I read this quote by Dieter F. Uchtdorf and felt inspired. I have a certain teenager right now who is absolutely out of their mind insane and crazy. LOL I'm at a loss as to what to do. This person is rude, dis-obedient, has no respect for their mother, mean, angry.....and ultimately I think sad. Ok...dang it! I am going to love this person better...maybe?.. :-/ Sometimes I wonder...and sometimes I want to throw up my hands and walk away...but that would be weak....wouldn't it??? (Light bulb moment!) So this is why my Mom and Dad have wrinkles and gray hair and many, many other unslightly blemishes and unknown health problems and ailments....and maybe a few ulcers.....I can definitely feel an ulcer coming on!!! Ugh...today when this certain teenager arrives home I am going to give (this person) a good swift kick of LOVE.... ;-) Have you ever heard the quote "A person needs loving the most when they deserve it the least..." whoever wrote this forgot to add... " and when its the hardest dang thing to do because they are acting like a dang spoiled rotten brat and I want to put them out on the front lawn with a "For Sale..Cheap" sign hanging around their neck!!!"<br /><br />Seacrest out...<br /><br />p.s. If you don't hear from me for a while....please...please come looking for me!!!! And be afraid....be VERY afraid!!! :-D<br /><br />p.s.s. Ignore my lack of grammatical correctness....I'm not trying to get graded on this assignment...I don't want to have to go back and proofread...I'm just trying to have fun dang it!!! FUN! :-) hehehehehAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-41226653279718599582011-01-23T08:08:00.000-08:002011-01-23T09:56:52.629-08:00WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM???Please...at the writer's request...visit this link and watch the video before reading this blog post! It sets the mood~! :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAo8EbszwnM&ob=av2em">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KAo8EbszwnM&ob=av2em</a><br /><br />Trust can be a very ugly four ( I mean five ;-)) letter word. To trust or not to trust....that is the question! I have found that there are an extremely few people in this world that you can trust. And I'm sorry for my french, but that just plain SUCKS!<br /><br />My trust has been broken WAY too much in this life...and my guard is up people. I'm standing here, in my fighting stance, with my fists balled up, protecting my face... I'm ready for it...bring it on BABY!<br /><br />I just need to ask... What is wrong with some people? You think you know someone and then (SLAP IN THE FACE!!!) you find out you know nothing.<br /><br />I think I am extremely naive. I have always just believed that people are inherently good. That they are just happily engaged in their cause with no ill-will or bad intentions.<br /><br />Bahahahhahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhhahahahahahahahhahahaha.<br /><br />What the heck was I thinking? Welcome to reality Barbie cause ain't no one loved ya like yo' momma did. ;-)<br /><br />Get over it already.....( I tell myself)<br /><br />OK...I'm really not that bittter. I'm just tired of lies, deception, malice, back-stabbing, cheating, stealing, highway robbery, sneaking around, screaming angry people, people who use you for selfish purposes and people who don't care what they do because they don't think you are smart enough to figure it out...Oh and let's not forget ....Murder.. I mean GEEZ..... can't we just all get along???<br /><br />Ok...maybe just a little bitter.<br /><br />P.S. I hate drama too. So this WHOLE post really annoys me! LOL<br /><br />Is there anyone who IS inherently good and honest out there? I'm really, really lonely for that person.....Where are you?<br /><br />Love and Kisses....Rainbows and Butterflies..<br /><br />Seacrest OutAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-76342555886700543352010-12-31T09:16:00.001-08:002012-10-16T15:36:22.776-07:00Say my name...Say my name...:-D<div style="text-align: center;">
Life is precious. So we best get ourselves in gear and start living it!!! This is the eve of a New Year and for some of us a new start. To me, life is lived with the people I love the most, the impact that they make on my life, and the good impact I can (hopefully) make on theirs as well. So in the spirit of communucation.....This post is dedicated to the things I want to hear someone say to me in the year 2011.</div>
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1. Thank You<br />
2. Wow!! Your arms have SAWEET muscles!<br />
3. You're right MOM.<br />
4. I love you.<br />
5. Could your house be ANY CLEANER??<br />
6. 4.0 again? What?<br />
7. Your cooking is superb.<br />
8. You da BOMB!<br />
9. Your large mass of blonde curly hair just totally rocks!<br />
10. You read how many books??!?!?!<br />
11. The Book Of Mormon is so exciting MOM!<br />
12. You ran that half marathon how fast????!>!>! WOW~!<br />
13. You make me happy.<br />
14. ALOHA<br />
15. You look smokin' hawt in that swimsuit!<br />
16. Nice Shootin' Tex!<br />
17. Here.... let me help you with that.<br />
18. You're Sheer GENIUS!<br />
19. I can't believe you are scared of the dark.<br />
20. Let's run through the sprinklers!<br />
21. Hello Mam...we are from Publishers Clearing House....(Please...nobody else call me Mam!!)<br />
22. You inspired me.<br />
23. You totally have J.Lo booty!<br />
24. I love those HEELS!!<br />
25. I just had all this money that I didn't know what to do with...Why don't you have it ?<br />
26. You're Beautiful.<br />
27. Thank you for your help.<br />
28. I need you.<br />
29. I've been looking for you.<br />
30. NO CAVITIES!<br />
31. I'm so proud of you.<br />
32. Let's RIDE!<br />
33. Come with me.<br />
34. Don't be scared.<br />
35. GET OVER IT!<br />
36. Knock it off!<br />
37. Can I please borrow your Jag?<br />
38. Mom...I cleaned the house!<br />
39. Do you like gold or silver? ;-)<br />
40. Just called to see if you wanted to spontaneously fly to New York City with me today..<br />
41. Oops!! We made a mistake!! You don't need to take that Math class after all!<br />
42. Mom can I do the laundry for you?<br />
43. Mom I STILL want to go on a mission when I'm 19.<br />
44. You make the best cookies!<br />
45. I love the way you dress!<br />
46. Please don't EVER straighten your hair.<br />
47. I can't live without you.<br />
48. Your kids are absolutely amazing!<br />
49. Great JOB! </div>
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50. OH NO YOU DI-UNT!!<br />
51. We saw you and kicked Megyn Kelly out! Welcome to Fox Cable News!<br />
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ok...that last one WAS slightly far fetched...but here's to dreaming!!<br />
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You might have thought I should something like "Will you be my wife, you fantastically beautiful soul mate you..." But nah! Where's the fun in that?? ;-)<br />
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Hap, Hap, Happy New Year People!! Please feel free to make my dreams come true by saying one or more of the things on my list to me at any time during 2011!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-6905816224363360152010-12-28T11:13:00.000-08:002010-12-28T11:15:09.977-08:00I SECOND THAT MOTIONThis is a post by my Cuz Ash... She took those words right outta my mouth though...<br /><br /><div align="center">There are a lot of times through out the day that I wish I could be a kid.</div><div align="center">Who said that <em>only</em> kids get to :</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">have a treat when they pee on the toliet?</div><div align="center">have a chore chart to fill up and get awesome prizes?</div><div align="center">have bubble baths and play with toys?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Who ever said it should be locked up. </div><div align="center">I want a candy every time I go to the bathroom.</div><div align="center">I want a chore chart ( that I am sure would fill everday) to get awesome prizes.</div><div align="center">I want to have a bubble bath and play.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So that is exactly what I am going to do.</div><div align="center">Bubble Bath with a great book- here I come.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The kids are asleep and I am going to break all the rules.</div><div align="center">Here is to a happy and rebelious weekend.</div><div align="center">Cheers!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-54735112794461288662010-12-27T12:46:00.000-08:002010-12-27T14:21:11.376-08:00From Baby to Beauty...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkN9blLpFI/AAAAAAAAALk/oPwfZx1jWfM/s1600/DSC09717.JPG"><img style="text-align: center; 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margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486536048105890" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkNkf-c2aI/AAAAAAAAALE/XueYWCurX-8/s400/DSC_6872_DxO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkNkMV6thI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_uY9uEcQAiY/s1600/DSC_2811_RAW_DxO.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 315px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486530777822738" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkNkMV6thI/AAAAAAAAAK8/_uY9uEcQAiY/s400/DSC_2811_RAW_DxO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkNj0Y6XGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TTTejvtvvVY/s1600/DSC_2597_DxO.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555486524347931746" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkNj0Y6XGI/AAAAAAAAAK0/TTTejvtvvVY/s400/DSC_2597_DxO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkM3nuEfhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nQXVMhXevWE/s1600/DSC_1763_DxO.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 266px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555485765032771090" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkM3nuEfhI/AAAAAAAAAKs/nQXVMhXevWE/s400/DSC_1763_DxO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 252px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555485757706043106" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkM3MbPfuI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Xit02STNG5I/s400/590a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555485752416501618" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TRkM24uHf3I/AAAAAAAAAKc/H4ySPu2ZAL8/s400/_DSC0997_DxO.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 266px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555485748271407202" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRf4wzxms3f9CAVLL2V7jiOyi8C8bkHtSlMZcIercrVZtp7ocMpuM3EwlHdmVmU_ymiVTogmMniv9AqVZGk1c3gN5lw0c5_yKRqFYdOTyPYYYkX8zhBDPIxdBVL5c2TQvS2aOsUCsrYiXz/s400/_DSC0517_DxO.jpg" border="0" /><br />On December 22, 1998, I got to see my beautiful little girl Savannah Noelle for the first time. While in the hospital in labor I remember being so terrified about what was going to happen that day because of Ashton's extremely traumatizing birth. Brandon and Matt gave me a blessing that morning and I remember feeling so much better. They had started my labor that morning because they didn't want the baby to be as big as Ashton was...this was a week before my due date. Brandon and I were so excited for our little Christmas baby and so excited for our first little girl. I remember suddenly feeling pressure (in spite of having a very effective epidural) and wanting to push. I told the nurse and she told me that there was no way I was ready and that she had just checked me twenty minutes ago and that I still had a long way to go. I told her to check again! She begrudgingly did and to her surprise it was definitely time to push. She called the doctor and much to my chagrin I was told "Do not push! The Doctor is in the check-out line at K-Mart and you need to wait for him because you already paid him to deliver this baby." I was mad! I wanted to push! I wanted to see my baby girl. The nurse stayed with me and checked me the whole time. I could see her getting nervous and realizing that if the Doctor didn't get there soon...I was going to have the baby anyway. I could already feel her head. The Doctor rushed in put on his gloves.. I pushed twice and she was born.!!<br /><br />She was beautiful. She had the softest rosy skin and wispy dark blond hair and she smelled so so good. They put her up on top of me while they cleaned her off and she stopped breathing..I could see her trying so hard to take a breath and I almost passed out with fear. Her little lips turned blue and it seemed like I was the only one in the room in a state of severe panic. FINALLY she took a big breathe in and screamed. It was the best sound I had ever heard. Brandon and I both cried. She was and is such a little miracle.<br /><br />I remember bringing her home and putting her little car seat with her in it under the Christmas tree and taking a picture. The best little Christmas gift ever.<br /><br />That first night was cute. Ashton snuck into our room in the middle of the night and laid down on the floor next to Brandon's side of the bed. Brandon got up in the middle of the night and almost stepped on him. Ashton asked him if he still loved him too...now that we had a new baby. It was so cute but heart-braking too. Ashton and Savannah soon became best friends. I remember her and Ashton playing when she was about 8 months old. He would pick her up and put her into his over-sized Tonka dump truck and push her around the house. She would just sit there and laugh and have the best time. And Ashton was always so careful and took the best care of her.<br /><br />Savannah was a good baby and that hasn't changed. She is truly a good person and sweet in every way. When she was a little girl she loved to play dress up and wear make-up. She had the whitest-blond hair and every morning she would come in and wake Brandon and I up and her hair would be in the craziest mess I had ever seen. The sun would shine through that crazy mess of blond hair and because of that and her sweet and happy personality we started calling her Savannah Sunshine.<br /><br />I am so grateful for her and the beautiful young woman she has become. She is my biggest helper and is so considerate of my feelings in hard situations. She is absolutely talented in everything she does and I don't say that lightly. She is amazing at everything she does and everything she touches turns to gold. She learns so fast and is a straight A student. I look forward to watching her grow up and seeing what she accomplishes in life. She is going to go so far.<br /><br />Savannah...HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOU are amazing and I love you with all of my heart.<br /><br />With love,<br /><br />Mom<br /><br /><br /><br />-Seacrest Out</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-60493308487071065702010-12-21T12:11:00.000-08:002010-12-21T12:14:18.214-08:00Obedience comes first...This caught my eye today...<br /><br />"At times we may rationalize that the Lord will understand our disobedience because our special circumstances make adherence to His laws difficult, embarrassing, or even painful. However, faithful obedience, regardless of the apparent size of the task, will bring the Lord's guidance, assistance, and peace." Bruce A. Carlson<br /><br />On another note...Hope you are all enjoying this beautiful snowy day. We now have a giant sized snowman and snow tunnel in our yard, thanks to magnificent snow sculptors Savannah and Avery Thomas!! Great job girls! :)Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-77676110099043402582010-12-15T09:10:00.000-08:002010-12-16T08:08:34.969-08:00Friends Come and Gone....<div style="text-align: center;">GRATEFUL! That pretty much sums it up!<br /></div><br />Last Friday started out bad. This time of year should be one of happiness, family, Christmas cheer and thoughts of the Saviour. But sometimes during this time of year it's much easier to get caught up in stress and worry. To be honest I wasn't feeling "Christmasy" on Friday. The stress was heavy. I think good parents always want to provide happy memories and a bounteous and joyful Christmas for their children and feel the pressure to do so. Being a single parent I was feeling this pressure in a very acute sort of way. I worry that my children will miss out on the happiness. I know they feel pain because their parents aren't together. Holidays like this always hold a sting for children of divorce. Sometimes the guilt from knowing my children are in pain is almost unbearable. Then there is the financial pressure of providing "Christmas" on one part-time income on top of the regular everyday pressure of "providing" and the day-to-day taxiing, homework, school and friend issues, working on things like Faith in God and Scouts, and trying to be there emotionally for your children. Add to that feelings of loneliness and loss of friendship and you have a recipe for a bad day. I'm not trying to write a depressing post, in fact the opposite. Let me tell you how this day changed for me. I believe it was inspired.<br /><br />The day had been long and I admit to feelings of despair. Later in the afternoon I was busily engaged in folding laundry with the world sitting squarely on my shoulders. Tears suddenly came and I was feeling the weight of that world. Somewhere in the back of my mind I realized that the phone was ringing... but being lost in thought I let someone else answer it. Then I heard someone telling me to pick up the phone and that the call was for me. I didn't want to get caught feeling sorry for myself and wasn't excited to talk. So I picked up the phone grudgingly, wiped away my tears and said hello. The voice said "Barb, its your long lost friend.." I immediately recognized her voice as one of my best friends from the past whom I had lost contact with and hadn't heard from in over five years. We had been so close. Our families had gone camping together, played games together and been there for each other during hard times. As we talked and caught up, and as I briefed her on my life over the last five years I was overcome with the love and concern I heard in her voice and we cried together. We talked for over an hour and when I hung up I was absolutely overcome with gratitude for her friendship, love and support and that she had "hunted me down".<br /><br />I recently read a quote by Chris Karcher "God is always at work, even- especially- in our brokeness." I believe that with all of my heart. That call buoyed me up, made me feel loved, and brightened my outlook considerably. It was a balm to my soul. Such a small thing, but for me was so large. During our call she mentioned how she had felt the need to find me for a few months... but I know, she called me on exactly the right day. I know Someone is watching over us. And my heart is full.<br /><br />This Christmas really has been full of miracles for myself and my family. The author of "The Hiding Place" Corrie ten Boom once said " Every experience God gives us, every person he puts in our lives, is the perfect preparation for the future only He can see." How true that is. I have been truly blessed with "experience" and "people" and can see that quote come to life as I look back at my life.<br /><br />I am going to focus on the blessing of "people". We take risks when we make friends, and sometimes we love people who don't love us back and we lose friends whom we thought were true. But I think it only makes us more grateful for the ones who are. My family, my friends the new and the old....my "peeps" LOL ;) have been there for me. I have received help and support in unexpected ways this Christmas and I want to say THANK YOU. Thank you for being inspired for my family, showing and sharing your love and being there for us. I am so lucky. Life is good, bounteous and full.<br /><br />A special shout-out to you...Sister Lele. Where would I be without you? I love you so. XOXO<br /><br />It is my prayer that all of you feel this kind of love and support this year during Christmas. And that we can all remember that that is the most important gift we can give as well.<br /><br />ok...ok... I'm going to quite boobing... next post is gonna be silly...I promise! ;)<br /><br />Merry Christmas everyone!!!!!<br /><br />-Seacrest outAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-11029819158757632442010-11-23T14:11:00.000-08:002010-11-24T12:39:34.093-08:00Road Maps and Directions...and Choices<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAg8u9CLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PZt-POXxSgM/s1600/IMG00567-20100731-1451.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">"Not all will follow the map [Heavenly Father has given us]. They may look at it. They may think it is reasonable, perhaps even true. But they do not follow the divine directions. Many believe that any road will take them to a 'happily ever after.' Some may even become angry when others who know the way try to help and tell them. They suppose that such advice is outdated, irrelevant, out of touch with modern life."Sisters, they suppose wrong." Dieter F. Uchtdorf,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">These road maps and directions are not there for decoration. They are there to guide us onto a path of happiness. Let me attest to this. We are not truly happy unless we are heeding the words and commandments of our Heavenly Father. Anyone who has dangled a toe into something else and then has come back, knows this is true. Anyone who has not come back....it's time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I feel truly blessed today to be a mother. My heart yearns to provide my children with the tools and resources they will need to make it home to our Father in Heaven. These four little "amazings" inspire me everyday to conquer my natural man. A daunting task. But one worth doing. A close friend once said "</span></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;">D'ya ever feel like the journey that you travel when you choose to "take the high road" has jagged rocks, twists, turns, pot holes and gully washes?"<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">YES!! I do! I also think it's lonely, hot and dusty! But today....I'm choosing it! And my family will be better for it.<br /><br /></span>On a slightly different but related note, today I acutely miss a very inspired friend. A friend who is far away. A friend that no matter what will always hold a place in my heart. A friend who changed my life and made me a better person for knowing him. A friend who always made me feel good and inspired me to always do right just by knowing him. I'm better for knowing you. To you I say....Thank You SM.<br /><br />~Seacrest out<br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;">My four little "Amazings" for whom I strive to be inspired.</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAgYNlyuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rPUjuagXGt0/s1600/IMG00135-20100719-0724.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542876166385683170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAgYNlyuI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rPUjuagXGt0/s320/IMG00135-20100719-0724.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAg8u9CLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PZt-POXxSgM/s1600/IMG00567-20100731-1451.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542876176189294770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAg8u9CLI/AAAAAAAAAKA/PZt-POXxSgM/s320/IMG00567-20100731-1451.jpg" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAfzi-gnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mkrTB1ZhFQ0/s1600/IMG00098-20100713-1252.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542876156543271538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TOxAfzi-gnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/mkrTB1ZhFQ0/s320/IMG00098-20100713-1252.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNO_54EWjruqQtxprIKYJZ3e82BGrsc64goruFy0wk-yMQAnIOcYpqs96cplMB0NDBD4bH-U1_16pQC6_aoV7MZbnEPNS9xnmTwk2-LODTMTUmZTi83GXpgiBZ-LMXJOvI4sL-p2J9_VK/s1600/IMG00016-20100706-2053.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542876146563257970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWNO_54EWjruqQtxprIKYJZ3e82BGrsc64goruFy0wk-yMQAnIOcYpqs96cplMB0NDBD4bH-U1_16pQC6_aoV7MZbnEPNS9xnmTwk2-LODTMTUmZTi83GXpgiBZ-LMXJOvI4sL-p2J9_VK/s320/IMG00016-20100706-2053.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span class="UIStory_Message"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-9148129264276086852010-07-16T20:59:00.000-07:002010-07-16T22:26:24.819-07:00AliveYes. We are still alive. Alive and feeling great! What a year this has been and look how much has changed. As I take a minute to think about all of the things that my little family and I have gone through these past months, I am taken aback with a sense of pride and a deep sense of calm. Alive. That says it all.<br /><br />Here we are and we are here because of the tender guidance from a kind and loving Heavenly Father. I felt His hand leading me and lifting me up through things I could not have possibly done alone. He has surrounded me with an amazing support system of friends, neighbors, and loved ones. They are the safety net that has so often caught me on my way down, lifted me up and gently set me back upright. He has opened windows for me when doors were slammed in my face. He has performed miracles on the behalf of my children in many ways, but especially through the amazing people who have crossed their paths this year in Oak City. His love has brought back to life my emaciated heart and put our little family back together in ways I cannot fully describe in words. I am profoundly grateful.<br /><br />The miracle, to me looking back, is the lessons that I have learned. Lessons that seemed absolutely unlearnable or incomprehensible. But therein lies the key. Learning is the most concentrated in times of absolute stress, indescribable grief and life-altering loss. And many times we learn from these situations in unexpected and surprising ways. I could list so many times this has happened to me during the past 5 years. But I won't write a book. I will just state without a doubt that these happenings are "tender mercies" from a kind and loving Heavenly Father. I have asked myself so many times "Why me?" "Why is this my life?" "Why was this my lesson?" I still don't have the answer to those questions. But I do know that because of these past few years I am a stronger person. I have more compassion for others and I have an "understanding" that I could not have had before or without my life experiences. And so for that I will be eternally grateful. And those are words I could not have said a year ago.<br /><br />This is my beautiful family. My treasure.....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE6T-cwKMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YhLfpO0JuFo/s1600/Family.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE6T-cwKMI/AAAAAAAAAIc/YhLfpO0JuFo/s320/Family.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494737135224236226" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtA8QNCvEd9CeP_fE3_s3zYHvt9HCCPfLyaZkXr7YfddeTIGw7RoERjMDqB2Ml_RddmFmYVGKbYDYTLCfkqgVoEVdo4N_8pgoPDdRxqa-Xg-kMe6E9L9RBxufDcEnzAMYdT-8B9Jy75IS/s1600/Ashton.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHtA8QNCvEd9CeP_fE3_s3zYHvt9HCCPfLyaZkXr7YfddeTIGw7RoERjMDqB2Ml_RddmFmYVGKbYDYTLCfkqgVoEVdo4N_8pgoPDdRxqa-Xg-kMe6E9L9RBxufDcEnzAMYdT-8B9Jy75IS/s320/Ashton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494740531554010130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceKw5q0mrz_yT89GjZrUi0vVSslquyQobjFyLK4_3n1VcKonmpXiHizzeticz3iwesw62LS7ZPkbW7JOo1q6s90dI4nkLpeH5x52UfjRane2RaC4w_Bst32WyelKKVGsmOXmiYdUlVds-/s1600/Beautiful+Savannah.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjceKw5q0mrz_yT89GjZrUi0vVSslquyQobjFyLK4_3n1VcKonmpXiHizzeticz3iwesw62LS7ZPkbW7JOo1q6s90dI4nkLpeH5x52UfjRane2RaC4w_Bst32WyelKKVGsmOXmiYdUlVds-/s320/Beautiful+Savannah.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494740528282430482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKN2MKZf5n0rWsbiXC5W-8DD6RNCf0001FumG0ZJ4c9huse_jNuDE-Kw2broko8Gc-FAz53dmJk3qSzYpc8EmeQ7Unk4-6LLWj8wYoBp11gkwP49gkD7PAVXHKLS_wowiPXssGJbhCPJX/s1600/Amazing+Grace.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggKN2MKZf5n0rWsbiXC5W-8DD6RNCf0001FumG0ZJ4c9huse_jNuDE-Kw2broko8Gc-FAz53dmJk3qSzYpc8EmeQ7Unk4-6LLWj8wYoBp11gkwP49gkD7PAVXHKLS_wowiPXssGJbhCPJX/s320/Amazing+Grace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494740517553382546" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE9Yhn1ImI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ikGwvQ1Uooc/s1600/Avery+the+30+year+old+midget.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE9Yhn1ImI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ikGwvQ1Uooc/s320/Avery+the+30+year+old+midget.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494740511920300642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE6UphMtWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hdprAf0eysI/s1600/what%27s+that.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE6UphMtWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/hdprAf0eysI/s320/what%27s+that.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494737146785609058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE6UakzrdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/p-PurfZMOBw/s1600/The+Pic+that+Ashton+hates.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/TEE6UakzrdI/AAAAAAAAAIk/p-PurfZMOBw/s320/The+Pic+that+Ashton+hates.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494737142774214098" border="0" /></a>-Seacrest Out.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-21636521790649319322009-11-14T13:19:00.000-08:002010-01-20T08:57:09.244-08:00Babies...I love you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8PzzdUoKI/AAAAAAAAAII/Us2a1oyrATQ/s1600-h/DSC_2783_DxOs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8PzzdUoKI/AAAAAAAAAII/Us2a1oyrATQ/s320/DSC_2783_DxOs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404055460528824482" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"> AsHtOn!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmr0Y_m87KGQk578wyiQJeUOeIg63a_0xDLR23MqLAkAD36UauY18a5UEN-5IH9nPijurRm68ED0nVTc5h44qgOeNvdHbX-ebX2Q0U1HrJm_Fz6w7pMdPbcbYJOkpKtWq0VknIFGh_-lax/s1600-h/DSC_2760_DxOs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmr0Y_m87KGQk578wyiQJeUOeIg63a_0xDLR23MqLAkAD36UauY18a5UEN-5IH9nPijurRm68ED0nVTc5h44qgOeNvdHbX-ebX2Q0U1HrJm_Fz6w7pMdPbcbYJOkpKtWq0VknIFGh_-lax/s320/DSC_2760_DxOs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404055457679693394" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> SaVanNaH!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8PzUGmhcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HLGb-6zMbLo/s1600-h/DSC_2738_DxOs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8PzUGmhcI/AAAAAAAAAH4/HLGb-6zMbLo/s320/DSC_2738_DxOs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404055452112029122" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">GrAcIe!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8PzYjB2lI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W-PLigusH_8/s1600-h/DSC_2707_DxOss.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8PzYjB2lI/AAAAAAAAAHw/W-PLigusH_8/s320/DSC_2707_DxOss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404055453305002578" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> AvErY!</span><br /><br /><br />I have no words for this post other than.....I still wanted a picture of my beautiful family. Ashton, Savannah, Gracie, and Avery are my ultimate treasure. Everything I do, I do for them. They are extremely precious and dear to my heart. Babies...I love you...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-54318210054397613482009-11-14T12:00:00.000-08:002012-10-16T15:41:54.926-07:00The Harvest<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzsFYTkfuw2yreC4xAwi3-Nkut-D1j3EdODtrFMPxKv3BmE0KYVx_BzsFd7LoZsVOQ7Xr8UKzUYfa0FYC1KZ-cPwAyvFbo1f7zOjEUCqD067MUpWVfd8P0bafq6vrH4yN78ZNPpnaZpKt/s1600-h/DSC_3797.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052450471901234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxzsFYTkfuw2yreC4xAwi3-Nkut-D1j3EdODtrFMPxKv3BmE0KYVx_BzsFd7LoZsVOQ7Xr8UKzUYfa0FYC1KZ-cPwAyvFbo1f7zOjEUCqD067MUpWVfd8P0bafq6vrH4yN78ZNPpnaZpKt/s320/DSC_3797.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gjfDXOaEL2y-y-XUKZfCAKr-2DxHdRmv_61QptM7ULl7A9mkbUFLSzX66ICYbIuQ2aMN3GaR3-gtBMms2tVwd1wdzG7XpUQY-xBpB5N77a4gNm4b9tE0uYYch4GJa4v2ei7P9xBFj-tn/s1600-h/DSC_3793.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052240930536130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_gjfDXOaEL2y-y-XUKZfCAKr-2DxHdRmv_61QptM7ULl7A9mkbUFLSzX66ICYbIuQ2aMN3GaR3-gtBMms2tVwd1wdzG7XpUQY-xBpB5N77a4gNm4b9tE0uYYch4GJa4v2ei7P9xBFj-tn/s320/DSC_3793.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIOfxmYbkk39JYbAfKGq7qK7ndBMTwsY5aV1squXG_52dB-QfLt_pqG1Gnz-jEObDQu5X_f43gRmvWnGzYLbqVwVHEwtFOdFlDjxX1KG1WX5nJqlBP4hVqtfCJOnNVD3uAhTxUj1nUcUQ/s1600-h/DSC_3791.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052234471904386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyIOfxmYbkk39JYbAfKGq7qK7ndBMTwsY5aV1squXG_52dB-QfLt_pqG1Gnz-jEObDQu5X_f43gRmvWnGzYLbqVwVHEwtFOdFlDjxX1KG1WX5nJqlBP4hVqtfCJOnNVD3uAhTxUj1nUcUQ/s320/DSC_3791.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8M3-a3jLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hEIkmky2t_o/s1600-h/DSC_3787.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052233655913650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8M3-a3jLI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/hEIkmky2t_o/s320/DSC_3787.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTy6AUXXTyYiR2dvdcmLAFHEs6jv8OeY_PYD2fJTtkWcZ2u0XzETHmqoik9-OgyoQxCWAi796qopiTmsYjjovu0JdhlSguH-Nk8GRQNrrefh2oKR3UHuqDSCKySq3nTQwZKY69mOr5aJS/s1600-h/DSC_3785.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052223561143186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTy6AUXXTyYiR2dvdcmLAFHEs6jv8OeY_PYD2fJTtkWcZ2u0XzETHmqoik9-OgyoQxCWAi796qopiTmsYjjovu0JdhlSguH-Nk8GRQNrrefh2oKR3UHuqDSCKySq3nTQwZKY69mOr5aJS/s320/DSC_3785.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8M3MGrknI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PDLMvdLzAkU/s1600-h/DSC_3783.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404052220149469810" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sv8M3MGrknI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PDLMvdLzAkU/s320/DSC_3783.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 213px;" /></a>So....it was All Hallows Eve....LOL! The Twiggy and Bubba were once again reunited on tribal lands for the annual harvest. Although this time they came as John Smith and Pocahontas! The Harvest was sweet and the house was oh-so-haunted, but in spite of it all, the Twiggy and the Bubba returned again to their tee-pee's and gave thanks for this years spoils across a fire of a twenty five year friendship!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-84306445301043219222009-08-16T09:26:00.000-07:002009-08-16T09:49:46.991-07:00Cheerleaders!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2yNqlziI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L6mrzDk98nw/s1600-h/DSC_0281_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2yNqlziI/AAAAAAAAAGg/L6mrzDk98nw/s320/DSC_0281_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370602791928974882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2zb1KKDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HlJh9oHcb6o/s1600-h/DSC_0329_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2zb1KKDI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HlJh9oHcb6o/s320/DSC_0329_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370602812911265842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2y5vZExI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jNGHl7rUago/s1600-h/DSC_0309_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2y5vZExI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jNGHl7rUago/s320/DSC_0309_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370602803760272146" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2yYgZFsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_mkOyFsWttQ/s1600-h/DSC_0295_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Sog2yYgZFsI/AAAAAAAAAGo/_mkOyFsWttQ/s320/DSC_0295_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370602794838988482" border="0" /></a><br />These pictures were taken the night before Gracie's baptism. Taylee had been in a Cheerleading camp and wanted to do some tricks and some pyramids. Afterwards we came in and looked at the pictures..all 187 of them. We of course laughed and thought they were very funny. But later on I realized that these girls are "MY" cheerleaders and I am also theirs. After all, every girl needs their own personal cheerleaders. I am here for ya girls! :) I love you guys. Let's "Cheer" again soon.<br />-Seacrest OutAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-3175443891195143282009-08-05T12:24:00.000-07:002009-08-06T19:21:03.505-07:00The Curious Case Of Barbara Thomas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSBjsT1RS06hziDsgR1Fb1YCuMReSdwvWYLwJcT_9wRpfobEbwuVQBrezoLhLF-RfBo-Lmjw56Gk5iu1nXtyIJBXZ-BhRaGnd3Q8gIxhwtSs3E8V_IwxAQ8LlJfRNq0YrKmLVDBnY2XZ6/s1600-h/DSC_9969_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYSBjsT1RS06hziDsgR1Fb1YCuMReSdwvWYLwJcT_9wRpfobEbwuVQBrezoLhLF-RfBo-Lmjw56Gk5iu1nXtyIJBXZ-BhRaGnd3Q8gIxhwtSs3E8V_IwxAQ8LlJfRNq0YrKmLVDBnY2XZ6/s320/DSC_9969_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366615471146299234" border="0" /></a>Um Yeah! We are like onions! Lots of Layers! Layers, Baby Layers!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnoP_Nn15lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RamC2KWueZI/s1600-h/DSC_9973_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnoP_Nn15lI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/RamC2KWueZI/s320/DSC_9973_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366619484628313682" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0eJeBG7ZHeEwV5vuBbwzWAfIXc4cLkHhm4lbdaR1QfUjlRJQgCphXyeFdFRHwJ3BOo25cNf7m4pchbf8wFDBisAOP7TJ8OU4ivSd8mghUqqrrq3hzc5JMg50002OV7b15iYue35GpkxU/s1600-h/DSC_9966_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk0eJeBG7ZHeEwV5vuBbwzWAfIXc4cLkHhm4lbdaR1QfUjlRJQgCphXyeFdFRHwJ3BOo25cNf7m4pchbf8wFDBisAOP7TJ8OU4ivSd8mghUqqrrq3hzc5JMg50002OV7b15iYue35GpkxU/s320/DSC_9966_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366615467019827954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnoIhPIff6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9KEVlrxK-as/s1600-h/DSC_9949_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnoIhPIff6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/9KEVlrxK-as/s320/DSC_9949_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366611273056223138" border="0" /></a>Just please...Don't Ask!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNHzKy1NuKXh3JdpcqZpwhvUB7c0AM8zH1vBHzh1udUe7wobUx622M8F0rcYyqtjmBkwYFrZX6U-5ajVMPAyPFovK0kDlYA9l_al5o_3hTZCyyKtEqvcvDRDJF-6JzpuFkrfTRMpLxJH5/s1600-h/DSC_9942_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFNHzKy1NuKXh3JdpcqZpwhvUB7c0AM8zH1vBHzh1udUe7wobUx622M8F0rcYyqtjmBkwYFrZX6U-5ajVMPAyPFovK0kDlYA9l_al5o_3hTZCyyKtEqvcvDRDJF-6JzpuFkrfTRMpLxJH5/s320/DSC_9942_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366598601981227778" border="0" /></a>Hey Deb...I like your sleeves...they're real big! - Napolean Dynamite<br /></div><br />So.....I still can't figure out what possessed me to play dress up in 80's prom dresses with my girls. But, they definitely talked me into it, didn't they? I will have to admit it was kinda fun. Notice the title of this post. Has anyone seen the move "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" ? I haven't but I think the main idea behind the movie is that Benjamin is aging backward. He starts old and gets younger as the movie progresses. I feel like I have had a serious "Case of Benjamin Button" this summer. Let me just tell you it was much needed! We laughed the whole time while taking these pics. I think that is what we all need. Just laugh. Come on, you know you want to! Enjoy these pics. My mom calls them "Granny and the Bridge Club".<br /><br />-Seacrest out<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snn8_ajMtYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-UipOmJpYdE/s1600-h/DSC_9911_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snn8_ajMtYI/AAAAAAAAAFI/-UipOmJpYdE/s320/DSC_9911_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366598597377570178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDhM6x_kz5hdXDexNfU4c9VkWyn5V18lYyT9lldVoXmbsm56g7ugMALRCsIhrVAv7ax50C70X74hdLZzsOgQFczX4DamZXEvlDc7QuTzf3nH6XUDy5bLAy65w_HRpREw5WWIfvdHLL1tn/s1600-h/DSC_9897_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmDhM6x_kz5hdXDexNfU4c9VkWyn5V18lYyT9lldVoXmbsm56g7ugMALRCsIhrVAv7ax50C70X74hdLZzsOgQFczX4DamZXEvlDc7QuTzf3nH6XUDy5bLAy65w_HRpREw5WWIfvdHLL1tn/s320/DSC_9897_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366593816937033538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snn2sAhr7xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6Su9X5S2zSE/s1600-h/DSC_0245_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snn2sAhr7xI/AAAAAAAAAE4/6Su9X5S2zSE/s320/DSC_0245_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366591666904624914" border="0" /></a>Watch Out Ladies!!!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLjUsXy1pbTphmoLbLyY0Vs03FeWJjgHKC9j7qLCOtZEnLmEyC6WmTg3vONxp2C-z37FUQGVQVF4a3HY5F0g4cCh3uMobroHxHIFA7voodW6ad8FRbxww_kt_PcZDJhKgRKEYhHzaEHMz/s1600-h/DSC_0109_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYLjUsXy1pbTphmoLbLyY0Vs03FeWJjgHKC9j7qLCOtZEnLmEyC6WmTg3vONxp2C-z37FUQGVQVF4a3HY5F0g4cCh3uMobroHxHIFA7voodW6ad8FRbxww_kt_PcZDJhKgRKEYhHzaEHMz/s320/DSC_0109_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366589310375603538" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMRBKbWI06DoLmg6i4ZM_zvx2AMMNY52wsR70c08LmEvfkt5k4oZMTTy4EMhNeyUOXo8pJAlZ-gqECr3HElZkS-Ds9Rczw4JktLFzu_yKvakEa1fDXUqhkMHxWA2YLqlJEi_eTrK-fGBh/s1600-h/DSC_0050_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYMRBKbWI06DoLmg6i4ZM_zvx2AMMNY52wsR70c08LmEvfkt5k4oZMTTy4EMhNeyUOXo8pJAlZ-gqECr3HElZkS-Ds9Rczw4JktLFzu_yKvakEa1fDXUqhkMHxWA2YLqlJEi_eTrK-fGBh/s320/DSC_0050_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366584185255255698" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3Vqyz7s-nPBFr3u3ojp0Y8uY6LlIWHQsDYC0a5o-Lxtvafq42wGkSt4uQNQIRkgEXqgt-ftl3F_1L5EonUvTR3P1SazTogJM6CiPTzLpqdUhBy4JlU82YtlCnPAS_qCT371h25MKCn9I/s1600-h/DSC_0041_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3Vqyz7s-nPBFr3u3ojp0Y8uY6LlIWHQsDYC0a5o-Lxtvafq42wGkSt4uQNQIRkgEXqgt-ftl3F_1L5EonUvTR3P1SazTogJM6CiPTzLpqdUhBy4JlU82YtlCnPAS_qCT371h25MKCn9I/s320/DSC_0041_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366581802782630914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnnpyQgkADI/AAAAAAAAAEY/93aoUFk-cAk/s1600-h/DSC_0017_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnnpyQgkADI/AAAAAAAAAEY/93aoUFk-cAk/s320/DSC_0017_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366577480622932018" border="0" /></a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-18840006488276029452009-08-04T21:52:00.001-07:002009-08-04T23:46:46.791-07:00Sista's!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snka5X3HYqI/AAAAAAAAADY/QuUEsgMpqj4/s1600-h/028.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snka5X3HYqI/AAAAAAAAADY/QuUEsgMpqj4/s320/028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366350003948708514" border="0" /></a><br />"KAREN"</div><br /><br />So this post should have been posted on August 2nd! Why?? I am sure all of you great minds and Barbara's blog readers alike are wondering. August 2nd is my sister Karen's birthday. Happy Birthday Sister! Karen is my sweet sister that passed away 7 years ago this month. I actually have officially outlived her now. That is kind of a hard thought to swallow. I miss her terribly and want to tell the world how much I love her. She was one of my cool big sisters. I loved when someone would say: "Hey you are Karen's little sister right?" Or "Hey you are Lele's little sister right?" I would be like "Heck yes I am! Isn't that the coolest thing in the world!!" Karen was an amazing person. She was an amazing pitcher on her High School softball team. She could throw that ball like a million miles an hour. She was like "Watch out, your about to die by softball!!" HAHA She played volleyball like a champ even though she was only 5'2" tall and maybe 90 pounds soaking wet. She had heart! She was feisty and spunky, everything I am not. I am the nice girl that gets pushed around. She was the one that would punch a man twice her size in the nose and probably knock him out. As sisters we hardly ever fought. Although once we did actually get in a physical fight! It really is funny now. I am taller and bigger than her but that didn't stop her from jumping on my back and proceed punching me in the face. It actually ended comically. Because I am taller and bigger I just reached over, peeled her off and held her back with my arm outstretched. As hard as she tried to punch me she couldn't...my arms were longer than hers! hahah The funny thing is that that is one of my fondest memories of her. I wish I still had her to talk to. I wish I still had her to give me advice. I wish I still could watch her face go completely red when she was mad. They called her the blonde tomato in High School because of that mad red face! There are still little pieces of her around though. Little pieces that get bigger every year. Her children. They are extremely precious and dear to my heart. I had the amazing opportunity to have her oldest son live with me for a year! He quickly became my best friend. I am so grateful for these little reminders in my life.<br /><div style="text-align: center;">Here are some pics of us 3 sisters together!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snke-lEvhCI/AAAAAAAAADo/aEveA0w2YgE/s1600-h/022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snke-lEvhCI/AAAAAAAAADo/aEveA0w2YgE/s320/022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354491441382434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snke-_TFESI/AAAAAAAAADw/nwlaC78wEAU/s1600-h/023.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snke-_TFESI/AAAAAAAAADw/nwlaC78wEAU/s320/023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366354498480836898" border="0" /></a> Yes I am the Eskimo baby, and no Bob you are not a sister!<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snkm7OxR3CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jS1sLbnXfLg/s1600-h/10-15-2005+9-06-33+AM_0016.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/Snkm7OxR3CI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/jS1sLbnXfLg/s320/10-15-2005+9-06-33+AM_0016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366363230007581730" border="0" /></a>um yeah that is my giant pet ladybug!<br /></div><br />During my current storm in life the clouds have had a silver lining......the fact that I have been able to become closer to my sister Lele!! This is a blessing that I am thankful for everyday. The "sister" relationship is one I have dearly missed and am extremely lucky to have again. Why we haven't had that before is something I cannot explain. But I am not complaining. I have her now and that means more to me than words can express. She is an amazing example of charity and love. I hope that one day when I grow up I can be just like my big "little" sister Lele. Sisters are NOT to be taken for granted. They are to be loved and appreciated and used as listeners and supporters. She has helped me more than she will ever know!<br />This is a quote I found that I thought kinda funny?? Pack codes and tribal laws?? The Wilson family to a T!<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">"We know one another's faults, virtues, catastrophes, mortifications, triumphs, rivalries, desires, and how long we can each hang by our hands to a bar. We have been banded together under pack codes and tribal laws. ~Rose Macaulay<br /><br />But this quote is much sweeter:<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">Is solace anywhere more comforting than in the arms of a sister. ~Alice Walker<br /><br />Thanks Lee! I am so lucky to have you. I have had so much fun this summer! You are my best friend...bound by pack codes and tribal laws, marathon sweat and creamsicle dresses!<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJKeAVMM63Eg5K2epvtv3VsHPSrFTbmZlu6iMZhqnFmX4kzCLM_6N1Dkc047J822klQCoYyyKsR0C8uzBdgkSXkOKU44MyEQvQ80BMiJf-yxUMh5HcU3_4aJK6Gf2d94R4xq9HLBtAW8m/s1600-h/DSC_0729_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLJKeAVMM63Eg5K2epvtv3VsHPSrFTbmZlu6iMZhqnFmX4kzCLM_6N1Dkc047J822klQCoYyyKsR0C8uzBdgkSXkOKU44MyEQvQ80BMiJf-yxUMh5HcU3_4aJK6Gf2d94R4xq9HLBtAW8m/s320/DSC_0729_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366360716685506354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br />Of course a Sister-in-Law shares the same rules of sisterhood. I am so grateful for my Sister's in Law. And look forward to beating one of them up later! :) You know who you are. I love ya sis! Sorry I told my Bro not to marry you!! I rue the day!!! You are special to me. I feel lucky to be a part of your life.<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnkkpHu4RrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_cZ-VfZLXpw/s1600-h/DSC_0788_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnkkpHu4RrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/_cZ-VfZLXpw/s320/DSC_0788_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366360719857567410" border="0" /></a>That is the "leave me alone or I will get you" look!<br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br />Friends can also become sisters. But very few can ever truly get to that level. I have one. My sweet sister! You know who you are. I hope that your left nostril is itching because I am talking about you. This kind of friendship is truly priceless. After all there is no charge for awesomeness and attractiveness!<br /><br />All you Sista's out there take a minute and thank Heavenly Father for the opportunity of being a Sister!<br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-2859439148420209172009-08-04T21:23:00.000-07:002009-08-04T23:49:32.076-07:00Shout out to the 90's!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAI5lGrc58Tar4nQW61xrMUCLh3K34H4ChTMfLkLecRCx1AOQAm0jNdPTtimYEfULyjVprXLyeHO8Ed1xY26TwgRy4rTQ1Ei7v8yklnT6tMKW3edCGFJvajceIJe5AQWaHRcOQP0o5D2oP/s1600-h/will_smith.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAI5lGrc58Tar4nQW61xrMUCLh3K34H4ChTMfLkLecRCx1AOQAm0jNdPTtimYEfULyjVprXLyeHO8Ed1xY26TwgRy4rTQ1Ei7v8yklnT6tMKW3edCGFJvajceIJe5AQWaHRcOQP0o5D2oP/s320/will_smith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366332336632394754" border="0" /></a>Thank goodness Will started acting right? Top pic WAY cooler than bottom!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnkK0h5tn_I/AAAAAAAAADI/KBAJ8VYMbhE/s1600-h/will-smith-fresh-prince.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 304px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SnkK0h5tn_I/AAAAAAAAADI/KBAJ8VYMbhE/s320/will-smith-fresh-prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366332328558567410" border="0" /></a><br />I had a blast from the past the other day when I was listening to an all 90's station! I know! Can you believe it? An all 90's station? Wasn't the 90's just yesterday? So I found some sweet tunes that were "mass rad" when I was in High School and added them to my playlist! Please laugh while you listen...<br />And while I was at it I spent a few minutes remembering all of the things that are "oh so 90's". Here are a few..if you have anything to add please feel free to comment!<br /><br />1. The Mullet - Um wait...I have seen new versions of that lately. Please don't tell me it is making a comeback!! Can't find a single boy in my yearbooks that isn't sporting one of these babies!<br />2. The brick Cell phone!!! My friend Courtney was "lucky" enough to have one of these! We would take it with us to SLC and make sure everyone we drove by saw us talking on it. We also got a few phone numbers on the freeway because of this awesome invention. Does anyone still have one of these?<br />3. Pokemon Cards and Push-Pops??? I think some people may still think these are "sweet"!<br />4. The jogging pants with the snaps on the side!! Need I say more???<br />5. In Delta it was layering t-shirts and rolling pants at the bottom super tight... Oh so attractive...<br />haha<br />6. My teenage years?? :) Not so happy to see these go.<br />etc...etc..<br />7. Will Smith being a rapper???<br />Thanks Will you are much cooler this way!!<br /><br />please add your own thoughts on this crazy decade that molded my young mind...haha<br /><br />And even though this post is sheer and utter nonsense I hope you had fun reading it!<br /><br />-Seacrest Out!<br /><br />p.s. Will Smith is like da bomb right? Atleast when it comes to acting!! Get 'jiggy wit' my new tunes!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1828794968089530804.post-25422139826028874132009-07-22T17:28:00.000-07:002009-07-22T18:00:10.306-07:00Face Jumping at the Dunes!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJvR2eKZKQ9PIPLhO0J9icB7ESIHiMy9xH6XB2t8YO8J6wzGi6VKEFp9WaOTCt-TkTV1GZZL-rdUXJHHp4cU_H0ZxUXkJwM_cZsXx33P64vFTjOyEJPR8j29x9dekw56NwtJjflKeWrrc/s1600-h/DSC_0670_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJvR2eKZKQ9PIPLhO0J9icB7ESIHiMy9xH6XB2t8YO8J6wzGi6VKEFp9WaOTCt-TkTV1GZZL-rdUXJHHp4cU_H0ZxUXkJwM_cZsXx33P64vFTjOyEJPR8j29x9dekw56NwtJjflKeWrrc/s320/DSC_0670_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361453767618177170" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir5jfMLOw9DNtOwOVwXVOs85BdUcoZhEDuv7vrkbaV5s3wIixCAj27SnLIZgPGQtsBLZPasGhGBj80Y604MqUvUcTiMMD3m5n6V2IDNizNDKjkrPuy8PwMvGuBmPArr277BQ82prDAgrMX/s1600-h/DSC_0490_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibkh4J8lpmTjMiPpwea_CJNoOXOvzObJ_BdUJkZ64uspgQg4vq81ZQ4SrM66uh3e5Zs7KuO2ZNlV0z6RTLTyYZXPvUkBSLG6GcYXzqeSvY5HJS2y9zHEfseIKiFI1u2YK_JLYsdF9ZDjRf/s320/DSC_0339_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361450457034773266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SmeyxqQbX0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HjKbUnOXMww/s1600-h/DSC_0333_DxO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fHxLCu28Ec8/SmeyxqQbX0I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HjKbUnOXMww/s320/DSC_0333_DxO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361450447634390850" border="0" /></a><br /><br />K, so it is a long standing tradition at the Wilson household to go with kids and grand kids face jumping at the sand dunes. Grandma always takes the camera and everyone tries to jump the farthest. We love to get the pictures home and see the high action shots of kids and adults hurling through the air into the sand. But can I just say these new pics from yesterday take the cake. For funny that is. These have to be the FUNNIEST face jumping pics I have ever seen. Notice the sheer terror on Avery's face as she is being practically thrown down the face of an extremely tall sand dune. I love it. And just as we were getting tired it started to sprinkle, and out of the clouds popped a perfect double rainbow. Something good is on its way I can feel it! This has been an amazing week, full of amazing times and crazy things my girls and I have done. Definitely one for the record books.<br /><br />Seacrest Out!<br /><br />p.s. If you are ever feeling sad, just go take a leap off a Sand dune! Medicine for the soul!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16136119848833091926noreply@blogger.com4