tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44993547680248816472024-02-19T02:19:27.893-05:00Merely me...Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.comBlogger90125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-36111238045585076332009-03-18T21:48:00.005-04:002009-03-18T22:05:45.791-04:00What's for dinner?Tonight I asked Helen what we should cook for dinner. I got to the pantry door and said, "Helen, How about spaghetti? I think we should have spaghetti." As I'm reaching for the door knob she says, "No, I want Cap'n Crunch."<br /><br /><div align="center">Kids.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314713908885267778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj13XhyphenhyphenvsDNa-oTTqXmv5F1TRfArULj1aM3HNe2WIv9EC2QGBuD1EM1xjiG13TEXj6Gmm4kbaKMMt1felvlue0k1UaPb8V3CYbVZZLbBe7yNiddYPrnPSjUrkOERTFQpSzmPNsFPcsJjsZV/s320/December+Pics+(youth+party,+christmas+tree,+helen+stuff)+035b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-63193541312324533872009-03-09T20:20:00.006-04:002009-03-18T21:51:56.582-04:00Not since '93...<div>...have I been a part of a snow like this. I mean, sure, when I went to Montana I saw some serious snow, but not in the SOUTH! Whoa...what's all that about. Our little city got about 6 inches...how about you? </div><br /><div>It was a Sunday, and just about the time church let out it started coming down. The sidewalks had already iced over, but the roads had yet to be covered. We thought it would stop there and all would be well. We were wrong. As you can tell from the picture below it just kept coming, and in sheets!<br /></div><br /><div align="center">This is a tree across the street. The "blur" yous see is the snow falling. </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311348680796817986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTgK2f4mhINiaETUwpssuLFUL-EgCvmHUOHrQXrz9LCGxAtRDl732lT_-kY46r8qqLxDluiEhz8h6v5_ZEH6j1A6wQi_G41uEL52UaxT1VwOGgGB5XS53v6zSTtWmDJTZWs2LFVRbmRuYx/s320/Snow+Day+019.jpg" border="0" /><br />Here's a picture of my favorite tree in the back yard. You can tell the "sheets" of snow are really thick in this one. As for the tree, it's always like that. I'm sure I've blogged about it before, but if you don't know, this tree grows like this. I suppose at some point it fell over, but it's beautiful when it blooms in the spring. The only part of it that doesn' still sprout leaves is the bottom limbs.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311348677140534162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQBXhVV0ntYYm4YS579Ql8Rj8ZDrsnKXmLaiajOVYh8eU_sXdCXhtfoSzGx56FM8WL3qZviikn24T9Hu7lY0SR_3GhBbrENyuEs8Qlqme5Xi6gDW49u-HUSiZ0Gxx4nhvvAXh0fcbKOXp/s320/Snow+Day+015.jpg" border="0" /><br />About six o'clock that evening, the power went out. It might've been a little earlier, but it was out just before dark. My mom was at my house helping me as I was recovering from my car accident **will have more on that later** and she and Helen had fun making paper snowflakes! They are still hanging on the fridge. Helen couldn't get enough of looking at the snow. Like most kids, she wanted to be out in it. Of course it was too late and too cold to get her out in it. We promised her that we'd go out the next morning.<br /><br />We played Yatzee with Helen that night. She loved it. We let her shake the dice in the little cup. Oh she was so happy--you would have thought we'd just let her run wild on a shopping spree through ToysRus!<br /><br />Just about 9:25 (we let her stay up late b/c she had a REALLY late nap) I told Brian we should bring the futon matress into the family room, by the fire, and we'd all have a campout. So we got the futon matress for me (brian was a party pooper), Grammie slept on the sofa, and Helen's matress we put next to mine. Here we are laying together watching the fire. It was 9:35 when the power came on....**hmph**<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311348696587286402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4mbn2yEXcdkadw_H4P-ANA-feydMOi0SKabdYt_OxcqurF1Qyk3LGypO9FAZOoNeQ_cElxIxtyLLY8YS3PwleBLSnztXf-ZDCEkEfMzpZk23lMXVOkjVl8YfVgsXfEh5X7UmEch1Zb3y/s320/Snow+Day+026b.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Helen didn't sleep there. She HAD to lay in "Helen's bed" so we moved all her stuff back into her crib and she went right to sleep. I guess it's a good thing the power came back on...or else it would have been a long fight.<br /><br />The next morning, after a good breakfast, we bundled Helen and Grammie in all the warmest clothes and sent them to venture out into the icy tundra...hehe.<br /><br /><div align="center">Isn't she cute?</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9Fg7Dj1i003gIyHh5VCKW5dd7T61kGGq0-336n-TK0LkVka8lyrsGtNxqAqWReKt20vW1W0rWfvmggO63oDokaaDkHSLuUkkxNTKhEtHwRPTZFAjjJs2OyOtH8AschDh3Z3Y84hAj6oy/s1600-h/Snow+Day+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311348700333651474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje9Fg7Dj1i003gIyHh5VCKW5dd7T61kGGq0-336n-TK0LkVka8lyrsGtNxqAqWReKt20vW1W0rWfvmggO63oDokaaDkHSLuUkkxNTKhEtHwRPTZFAjjJs2OyOtH8AschDh3Z3Y84hAj6oy/s320/Snow+Day+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> Off they go to the top of the yard, by the street. It's a perfect slope for a nice smooth drop towards the house. Katie, our 3yr old neighbor and her mom were outside. We invited them over to play in our yard. I think they liked our slope better.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311350357572908626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg03tD-H4spXitkpMJg8fVVaQP2YyU8n95MSu1qyVXV6BEkZDf6zMJzhlRMsE1s1BEyIksjXnp9F68VOO2j0wXBYXJ2N8x85dQH10rkjtEQ1hAffGTLzin5QXPPLCtN4Afw_263sNFYohGv/s320/Snow+Day+031.jpg" border="0" /> Since Brian was having a hard time getting down the road, even in his rent-A-F150, he came back home and played in the show with Helen and Katie. That little red inflattable thing Helen is on is actually Katie's SLIP-N-SLIDE "board."<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311350378352163474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBebWwoxiZHmYJMsmWAoIHgNUTSAXkSS6kJxR0bYgNgJ_pqGYDBCZsTKBkF2OL1FUgGcRZvwxefqIh6sVw12rN91gnGe130eSu-o4wWCPMlguvpP-qoWHt0Dj1keapGl56jXgtpbRhXZQQ/s320/Snow+Day+040.jpg" border="0" /> She fell over a couple of times, but as with most toddlers, she just laughed, got up, and kept going! She's such a trooper!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311350382381967170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvRwiUAC9tfkj0nPW_8cqU89ylHzeDWpB5asQW8kmZ1DmiRoa9AFJyIfoG315ol_QlZTNxJStuiwG0W7Wb1T2jA5DC8YTbuoyNYTd5GyKL9bmKVBTbT_Y3PK47x6JmtAYFMezYlLhX4YvH/s320/Snow+Day+041.jpg" border="0" /> Here is Katie, in full SCREAM, as Brian gives her a little push. As soon as she put her booty on the card board she started screaming! Girls...</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311359471379802610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv1CtfO6ocFodhv8TMYE8oZ1hx5Y_s0mFo1tdYXKefrW78IVX_IpR3Ic5SqFDKJp-BTaPUv-TUC6e4tUv2sEIVGBmR8Sohk5ykyecjiGbko6TOt2X_k6uXRh3os2yABOd0p3I_cnXkSLtk/s320/Snow+Day+057b.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">I have to mention Katie and her being a super fashionista even in the snow. Please notice that not only does she have great taste in her pink faux-leopard skin coat with fleece lining, but she's got two different boots and two different gloves. Gotta love it. I am CERTAIN that it was not that she couldn't find the matches but because she absolutely wanted it that way. She's a DIVA!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311351859233559826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBRGWf_vZYwdIc05xe7btFbA0HyliOLMK1sUpcYptnvcWqy5IF5Uoc1jtWlV7BAr0reO9wrTlTcIcm7lO0XvG0grv1Vlz5wfX1hF0cJx9spIMjjQ9EKSRdjkoBMXbCSc2UBzO0T0nvQSaw/s320/Snow+Day+052.jpg" border="0" />Here's the two sweeties holding hands and they walk back up the "hill." Ohwe!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311350393906220370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJJede8ind-NPFbn-4afSJ-Jyieu7Mn78iAx7jbvKHV03PBeSDaiSu2mMfFejuanSQv8k8q3tZHe3VBHCWSlO_ZWxfCsUbktJ1mNuO0qwx6gkxFQeqrxL30zQRIaXjSKQUnDxGWT97bAGH/s320/Snow+Day+050.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">I also need to mention how Helen has socks on her hands. They are the waterproof socks Brian wore in Montana...she had fun! Anyway, after 30 minutes or so of play time, helen didn't want to come back in. This is just before she got VERY upset when she found out she was finished. Notice the snot dripping...nuf said.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311351868233232082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigd_rnlaf8xDGJAj7fCGhSeXcAmY8j7bwkvE-RYoe54RT3tWSXFOpVicuHC8rt0Ci1rddsZvq9JehH9ymXdwf3dR4QLntyNCO-P9hADwei95SoxgO3oBjpPUO1sbVz0kf_bVoZcb48_RIm/s320/Snow+Day+067.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>It was a fun snow day. The next day the road were clear, for the most part. The day after that nearly all the snow was gone, and by Thursday, it was like 70 degrees outside! What's up with that!?</div><div> </div><div></div><div>I end this blog with a couple of super cute pics for the g-parents. This is Tomboy Helen in her Mickey hat. She put it on this way and wore it for a while. She put it on to take Jannie (her Cabbage Patch Doll) in her stroller, to the "store." Of course, she never left the house, but circled the family room several times before ditching Jannie for her computer.</div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311351879808554034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin2RoEDn9IbB2cq0Rz6qg4sx0RutMyg-s5Raa0A1C_yWcZ1KPl1r5ThMdUJM1u_XKUWY_Tje__Zxz_UqSnTNd62_yRK5JNEOFtbjgleKiou4Jmkof9GvIKCm_XvI8AEquGEebmbRNALYwf/s320/Snow+Day+072.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311351883106418674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuTYvyRbDX5X5WZfhtDggtUf2aUuvfkQADhn58Ap8VDd7dS7vLFHGLbmHT3wxgeqjDWbpmJbvBlYNnbQqRVeAXHQo5K0qncPjHY3cM1lGH-MkhlVf1L35Mn27cYgRLMpo_yTKoHiYy7HjB/s320/Snow+Day+074.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-69638819959594675442009-02-04T11:55:00.002-05:002009-02-04T12:18:33.409-05:00Stupid doorThere's always some point in our lives as parents when we do things to our children that hurt them and we beat ourselves up for it. Some let their infants roll off the bed, some look away for a second and that toddler puts his little hand on the hot oven door, maybe we even watch in slow motion as they fall down bust their lip open on a toy you should have picked up an hour ago. When Helen was a baby I looked away for a second and she rolled off the couch, and I felt HORRBILE about that, but I found away to get over it. <br /><br />Today, however, I did another Mommy Booboo and closed Helen's fingers in the door. I didn't realize she was holding onto the threshold near the henge and the door shut all the way before she let out a scream. Bless her heart. She cried....but you knew that. I cried...you probably knew that too. She told me in her pitiful little sobbing cry, "I hold MOMMY! Mommy my fingers! Kiss it mommy! I want my bandaid! I want my Lambie! Mommy, fingers in the door it hurts!"<br /><br />My heart ached. I did my initial exam and put a bandaid and ointment on the fingernail of her right ring finger. I squished it pretty good.... <br /><br />Knowing Helen and how she normally reacts to pain, she seemed to be in more pain than just a squished finger. I didn't think it could be broken, but it did seem like something else was wrong.<br /><br />I took her to her doctor and our sweet Dr. Huff said she needed to do Xrays because if the growth plates were damaged, we needed to get her seen by a specialist. The first Xray went GREAT because they didn't have to manipulate the fingers at all. Just put them flat on the film. The second however took me and another nurse to hold her down to get a good shot. They had to see the side angle of the finger. <br /><br />We waited as they developed and sure enough....the tip of her finger was broken. Thank the Lord God in Heaven that I didn't damage the growth plates. Dr. Huff said she'd be fine in a few weeks, but until then we had to keep them taped up and a bandaid over the finger nail until it heals.<br /><br />I told Helen as she screamed during the second Xray that if she would hold still, I would buy her some ice cream. So I lived up to my end of the deal and took her to Sonic and bought her a strawberry smoothie. When we went to the drug store to get some tape I got her a new cup too! She had to put her smoothie in it too!<br /><br />All in all, here's our little patient with her sticker from the doctor, her new cup, and her war wounds.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZl3FIoFArBB00SdiE_l665fs0ABru9EslB_OO1Ce0PGdQZn7dVvgqBQHquInoPBeaS75T4_F3WgCBN-wjXfNuUY1iXGh-wLsqSPQxVjhgp4Z_niZcHgf3u-RW0jE1YVjrMIGOiKNS9adQ/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298987254067299202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZl3FIoFArBB00SdiE_l665fs0ABru9EslB_OO1Ce0PGdQZn7dVvgqBQHquInoPBeaS75T4_F3WgCBN-wjXfNuUY1iXGh-wLsqSPQxVjhgp4Z_niZcHgf3u-RW0jE1YVjrMIGOiKNS9adQ/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-77087063814550467902009-02-03T09:46:00.003-05:002009-02-03T09:52:40.182-05:00A treat...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QXUT-pzTqKXgC85qrhTPZDPUQLutWzzwY_pIxwnSFo04Jmlzir3LYEsP0ofKSqEUkDfPdaCIZzZVIACrgTNNfbJIma5sNfLS2wBt7Uaqo7RfwOEpoD1fwd3iBTuMX2dp0RXH-Y6MC9ZG/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298583323917130082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6QXUT-pzTqKXgC85qrhTPZDPUQLutWzzwY_pIxwnSFo04Jmlzir3LYEsP0ofKSqEUkDfPdaCIZzZVIACrgTNNfbJIma5sNfLS2wBt7Uaqo7RfwOEpoD1fwd3iBTuMX2dp0RXH-Y6MC9ZG/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+097.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0dlKHeXI0bH1cC62gnXs0xun8-sTFq3zM0mnEciweWhWmdQSA2YZ_VRebs2bR2M-zq39oJz5oPpymO7gi7QAnAOR9LXioGdNQuNN-3LV0IcwTXxKPY8jiGMLJiQ-vw7E-KrO52oCazBu/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298583318828443986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf0dlKHeXI0bH1cC62gnXs0xun8-sTFq3zM0mnEciweWhWmdQSA2YZ_VRebs2bR2M-zq39oJz5oPpymO7gi7QAnAOR9LXioGdNQuNN-3LV0IcwTXxKPY8jiGMLJiQ-vw7E-KrO52oCazBu/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+094.jpg" border="0" /></a>Don't they look good? MMMM! Tollhouse cookies.....they cooked up so nicely. We made them for Santa, Helen and I did. She helped me put in the ingredients and then after she went to bed they came out of the oven to cool. Oh, I was CRAVING these by the time they were cool enough to taste. That first bite was finally mine and it was AWFUL. I realized after that first nasty bite that we put in one TABLEspoon of salt instead of one TEAspoon. Yeah, it was a cookie, but it was a terrible cookie. It looked good, but man it was bad. Poor Santa, all he got was milk. <br /><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-2425084124626938652009-02-03T09:29:00.004-05:002009-02-03T09:45:52.237-05:00For Nathan<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMXVA6WxoAWYbbrJgFgMLYzJ5Omi8We_d4Zhe6N-7v4q82wF0krEX6PIVbi2JJeDRxyIydHa4nbN42yz0PBTI1qZ3HDRkUf_P8BElRyaBpC7Xojw4vINgJsOzm9VmLe9z2dAWqF5y9jGC/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580439313559250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvMXVA6WxoAWYbbrJgFgMLYzJ5Omi8We_d4Zhe6N-7v4q82wF0krEX6PIVbi2JJeDRxyIydHa4nbN42yz0PBTI1qZ3HDRkUf_P8BElRyaBpC7Xojw4vINgJsOzm9VmLe9z2dAWqF5y9jGC/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>All of you who know us outside of the blogosphere know that Brian's sister and family lived out here near us for about a year. During that time, Helen and Nathan (Leslie's son) became nearly as close as brother and sister. They were partners in crime and I dare predict that they will continue to do so the remainder of their lives.<br /><br />The last few time we had the opportunity spend time with them, and we had our camera out, I made sure to capture it. Here are a few things in memory of the time spent with our sweet Nathan.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br />This was fun time with the sidewalk chalk. This is a drawing depicting Nathan's tractor and wagon. Helen always rides in the wagon and Nathan always drives. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580426270113394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisYTrOiHCyfHobREywmAXuvfSsUu2ZjB4WA0SG2TiqxxzlqLBl8Lt-Tx_f8o3ueg07SjO6D_vI99fXZaln5HuhPhw2fXugyoenXOmMmyqvT5qZ7x0BelYW3Z8uvYp7N80Kno2le8L0qwE/s320/December+Pics+(youth+party,+christmas+tree,+helen+stuff)+042.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580430566853938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCaQRjipulX8Em3_PjzRzIQE9L5y2WNHz-6QvNHxVTyWMdr4_Xh-JVwpznkPpN7-oFbfAePrphmtssZyyCCxEzi7xx2b1oKElrfHHvzbUcomXb1Diuw_gox_WkbkL6yEEXW9lXnmTF_yix/s320/December+Pics+(youth+party,+christmas+tree,+helen+stuff)+044.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580436253988306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU20WPDQTjQrQkqNPFG_lAWAFQAMftWAL8HiatezcSJIWjZM55F4IS4TTWIu5G9T1irRT0vQ7SBp7Lf-qiJ0K_ps4knoJl7Ur5VBJ4GOui_OWFYfSNquhq0ELG3tNJxNJpDgHYyz5S6Hd0/s320/December+Pics+(youth+party,+christmas+tree,+helen+stuff)+045.jpg" border="0" />Running around the church fellowship room.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298580441939651474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2VFg95bCptEE18Kf0RKUQ9607OFq7pUEGzR2CIu3IXKSyW6ud-2no_z1QH_UpMAJVlkUBw9t3yNZJQiF1UByJ9L52zTPCpANo5yksitA6WKXLlT3TzJG5lbv2BN_x2gxVyZCLN2mnHqph/s320/December+Pics+(youth+party,+christmas+tree,+helen+stuff)+116.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>When Helen got her new tricycle, Nathan got a BIG WHEEL! He was so precious riding that thing. He didn't want to pedal it, he wanted to push it. He'll get it soon. If not already...</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298581698192334690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguWQtmRB-PznxCsnmV4Sod9DYOpfot60Bmur050Xf4hDpS11vXTs-xQZV830-hk3hln89iZmKq1GXiyPmZ6_Yyl73u0-7zWYzjByWKfPdsbrmECJ8F2KoUrJUu6T9LJVNuzJhklluBQsPc/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+085b.jpg" border="0" />We miss you Nathan. Helen asked about you this week when we went to church. She wanted to know if you'd be at church. Of course we said no, but that's her way to let us know she misses you.<br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-69383654235543901592009-02-03T08:58:00.003-05:002009-03-18T21:52:52.500-04:00Trike and Jannie<div align="left">I know Christmas is all kinda gone, but I wanted to take a moment to note a few things just so I'll have it archieved.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">This year we spent Christmas at home, without traveling, but the weekend before, we went to visit the Pendley side of Brian's family. We had Christmas twice that weekend. Once at Eric and Haley's house and once at Deedee's house. The "everybody" get-together was at Deedee's. The more personal, immediate family christmas was at Eric's. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Brian's parents and siblings met early that morning to exchange gifts together and to let the kids open all of their loot. It was really fun because we had a YUMMY brunch and then had presents. Helen got her very first Cabbage Patch doll, according to the birth certificate the doll's name is Bobye Jannie. I thought it was the dumbest name. It just doesn't FLOW at all plus it just really sounds completely back-hills redneck to me. (And I'm from those back hills so I can say that. hehe.)</div><div align="left"><br />Here's Jannie. Her aunt Leslie bought it for her and I was thrilled. I loved cabbage patch dolls as a child and I am so glad Helen got one. This was the best shot I could get with her and the doll. She was ALL over the place and wouldn't open one more gift until that doll was out of the box. So Dad got to work on that....<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOerwcPVhXB-Bh2lb-cgmNIplECLVUrXzcSV3OiBQLm8BurUOeEOiqGpKjP-dNM5O-A9j3IZcaOivfgT6AXPSqGdefcgVghhlzwLpSjUHl4D1J4s2JHWawpGgo2cY9QG5U8eMx65I3oM4m/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+042b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298571069085845266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOerwcPVhXB-Bh2lb-cgmNIplECLVUrXzcSV3OiBQLm8BurUOeEOiqGpKjP-dNM5O-A9j3IZcaOivfgT6AXPSqGdefcgVghhlzwLpSjUHl4D1J4s2JHWawpGgo2cY9QG5U8eMx65I3oM4m/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+042b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The next gift was a few outfits, both of which she wore that weekend because they were SO cute. Then came the trike. Mimi and PawPaw bought her a Radio Flyer tricycle. It came pre-assembled so she was ready to ride immediately. <br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95eX6QHQeXVmbbwJ1bR8XD69wwLLvipTcaBV11Zsp0RlUd9BSA-_sQiaYt-ru9f9DJuSodH1ekIfNkyPcoKRfi5EZD1mpQ4YDIiVRHUD1P05Nk4-63uPXdCc6DxmewU5y2fAh-iLJTUVM/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+044b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298571063502262994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95eX6QHQeXVmbbwJ1bR8XD69wwLLvipTcaBV11Zsp0RlUd9BSA-_sQiaYt-ru9f9DJuSodH1ekIfNkyPcoKRfi5EZD1mpQ4YDIiVRHUD1P05Nk4-63uPXdCc6DxmewU5y2fAh-iLJTUVM/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+044b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I loved this shot. She and Brian were trying it outide on the concrete. She didn't quite understand how to make her feet work to make the pedals go. She's still working on that actually. When it gets warmer, we'll be all over the street working on it. So in this picture, she's just got her feet on the pedals as they rotate....sort of.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3MCsOxy5gomQv2RLJMhBfNiKE9AxMiokfQnih0Mj6bqYR7BBxG3LFpaazaokBwZH4Xyanr3PjyDj5w1KgrZZNuOX4JAEhLokZP5rnxZ640MBqn7rAqjZ1W2hXU_xNqaH7ovNR1NDIUz4/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+068b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298571067096557218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho3MCsOxy5gomQv2RLJMhBfNiKE9AxMiokfQnih0Mj6bqYR7BBxG3LFpaazaokBwZH4Xyanr3PjyDj5w1KgrZZNuOX4JAEhLokZP5rnxZ640MBqn7rAqjZ1W2hXU_xNqaH7ovNR1NDIUz4/s320/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+068b.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-25881369012005821422009-01-06T23:57:00.004-05:002009-01-07T00:09:20.734-05:00Me and you, and you and me......no matter how they toss the dice, it has to be.<br />The only one for me is you, and you for me<br />So happy together!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-SaeBNj8sYVbl5e7gGsH-3FrUmtRfKVjNGTDS4hg0Yydo19mYws8-mYnf3GlDF4zNXuyR8VViySLzLOXlnhyphenhyphenQ8WCZy3IUB2sv8jlUAhFMNgmwlBIVZrkoWUVnW-TqNMpTBTaMYmfKl2M/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+062b.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288411599944388930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib-SaeBNj8sYVbl5e7gGsH-3FrUmtRfKVjNGTDS4hg0Yydo19mYws8-mYnf3GlDF4zNXuyR8VViySLzLOXlnhyphenhyphenQ8WCZy3IUB2sv8jlUAhFMNgmwlBIVZrkoWUVnW-TqNMpTBTaMYmfKl2M/s400/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+062b.jpg" border="0" /></a> We celebrated six years this week!<br /><br />(see next post about Helen)Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-21982285872408993822008-12-23T23:18:00.002-05:002009-01-07T00:09:04.060-05:00A mini birthdayHaving a birthday on December 23rd, Helen will never have a birthday party that is not surrounded by red and green, santa claus, jingle bells, and regrets to her RSVPs. This year her big party is mid-January because there was no weekend in December to have her party (because of christmas events), and the preceding two weekends were for traveling.<br /><br />So in order to celebrate, with her two BFFs (me and her daddy), we had a small party on her actual birthday with just the three of us. She got a balloon and a small mickey and we had little mickey cupcakes! She'd just gotten up from her nap when we had the surprise but she did seem to enjoy it. She did really well blowing out the candles...without spitting on them like some do. :)<br /><br />I still can't believe that she's already two.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWnqTkxLbN2w3A7BA9O2iN4kpvGqRqZVAPgeQqAiKCSWGCwDLNjtGAIRf595u6hCUTwfPyw6Ch1RljX9FuA4G1hhbnjrptxTLHOLTZyiEyPHACo_x9vPYIg8diILtfWBbcc00W6cKFjhM/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288403524919979058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDWnqTkxLbN2w3A7BA9O2iN4kpvGqRqZVAPgeQqAiKCSWGCwDLNjtGAIRf595u6hCUTwfPyw6Ch1RljX9FuA4G1hhbnjrptxTLHOLTZyiEyPHACo_x9vPYIg8diILtfWBbcc00W6cKFjhM/s400/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288403507350398994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLxjsUyF4QhbqW21YzcZubREiLR2ce56UF4vea6WlUGoo3NMtbc3P813ckQB2fDV2m5WKPjm1iY4vUoGQa8NyxdpRVIkDzCZCGb8eME4VEV-HTYkv6skn-g_QJCvOUYrY0lI7QieK_i-Hk/s400/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+040.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VrgqoQC0zi7AGuAOfpaZMcgJTUM15xan-Ia9urjLn_VO6mOo7hcBNNLyBcfi1UBM2LLhCHQ_mUnwNhcND1JZ5v_sMoRa0D2sbNq_cYsC7Jqo_TX1TDWQ-d8ZQtRuNZHuDdwmUQG7tL_8/s1600-h/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288403518811951410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6VrgqoQC0zi7AGuAOfpaZMcgJTUM15xan-Ia9urjLn_VO6mOo7hcBNNLyBcfi1UBM2LLhCHQ_mUnwNhcND1JZ5v_sMoRa0D2sbNq_cYsC7Jqo_TX1TDWQ-d8ZQtRuNZHuDdwmUQG7tL_8/s400/December,+Christmas,+Etc.+072.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-17959676449950575602008-12-10T21:33:00.002-05:002008-12-10T21:45:23.290-05:00Beth update:Here's Loran Beth! Isn't she pretty!?!? My very first niece.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1B1KXNl2iAjt1852ofFMcEWxMUsD642OPKbzOL0bmfK7CfSBbwm9w-VdJU0__fCqY8NmeLcAtvX0MAcIOB33xmxHfjxO1HWN4Ajj3pR5MAT3BUI_jrHAHrVR20PHdgOULvuhrHNPVrl9a/s1600-h/bethbow.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278355566316686770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1B1KXNl2iAjt1852ofFMcEWxMUsD642OPKbzOL0bmfK7CfSBbwm9w-VdJU0__fCqY8NmeLcAtvX0MAcIOB33xmxHfjxO1HWN4Ajj3pR5MAT3BUI_jrHAHrVR20PHdgOULvuhrHNPVrl9a/s400/bethbow.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmS2ncPUXPTuklZFg3JJ9bSamqEGRg9ibb6qJbCkb1IsmDQ1-_L6YlcVZMwRjaVzl-i5lmPFRl6Xtyclf-nbrVVlFuw5KsOdtePO2XCj4g3n4OnS0Q3ABLOP75tRmQDr4HBHDxXGyYIf6O/s1600-h/stephbethjames.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278355562043102626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmS2ncPUXPTuklZFg3JJ9bSamqEGRg9ibb6qJbCkb1IsmDQ1-_L6YlcVZMwRjaVzl-i5lmPFRl6Xtyclf-nbrVVlFuw5KsOdtePO2XCj4g3n4OnS0Q3ABLOP75tRmQDr4HBHDxXGyYIf6O/s400/stephbethjames.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278355553821353026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mI02ZzJTTQxUoSeYUfrXB3Ig5oUjtS2kQhZkAYqC_Qpl0ehxBONQBpgrnNPRVd8cUETQDxuKfBqaR7d51ikmq5Ud55EwwfcnKiUB0GPwCt8GwGtZm8RusKnmwf6XMZXLMRtFkNFXnEOL/s400/stephbeth1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPwFFo6081Gf-N-vH_5kHh8IJyssQSTk-QaWEUPX5jcFsz_40X4rxKlxvKxcds2gQjJGT3Vui8iDCvtgMZlSFD8dZhu5PZu62NcvMCfCd4IQ8B62m-ttB0ArEg630cOcMdOHgyLWzrOuW/s1600-h/stephbeth2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278355561955937826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhPwFFo6081Gf-N-vH_5kHh8IJyssQSTk-QaWEUPX5jcFsz_40X4rxKlxvKxcds2gQjJGT3Vui8iDCvtgMZlSFD8dZhu5PZu62NcvMCfCd4IQ8B62m-ttB0ArEg630cOcMdOHgyLWzrOuW/s400/stephbeth2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-cR-ISzQCO5bmUbJ5wqdegC0AixQS7dmnmXHqXArwJt75jJYT-MUTbrMrY6_9omTAfulDAaUOwpFRcFgcQ1XkC55DnsxEZwSfT-DcJa0eFa5Qh5J8NFze6bZacRPrmnCD4miU97sTe-Id/s1600-h/helenbeth1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278355552634104274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-cR-ISzQCO5bmUbJ5wqdegC0AixQS7dmnmXHqXArwJt75jJYT-MUTbrMrY6_9omTAfulDAaUOwpFRcFgcQ1XkC55DnsxEZwSfT-DcJa0eFa5Qh5J8NFze6bZacRPrmnCD4miU97sTe-Id/s400/helenbeth1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristyholidaysig.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-34440125838207050942008-12-07T20:55:00.005-05:002008-12-07T20:58:46.857-05:00Little American Girl<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZT3wzoTnZSbWJuNPTCsyiXx3SQmlGwfX2tsAnkWBHO1UhAYwu__5Sb7iiB60648SvQ-FoiGZnmHtLVGSpIuSAC7fVFSclRscCqect1qVvqXl4IWzc3qvTJg2dvnHVwNpj-yY_NMZo7lL/s1600-h/P1050693.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277232605383461634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEZT3wzoTnZSbWJuNPTCsyiXx3SQmlGwfX2tsAnkWBHO1UhAYwu__5Sb7iiB60648SvQ-FoiGZnmHtLVGSpIuSAC7fVFSclRscCqect1qVvqXl4IWzc3qvTJg2dvnHVwNpj-yY_NMZo7lL/s400/P1050693.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is Helen's new coat I told you about in the previous posts, thanks Grandmom!<br /><div></div><div></div><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristyholidaysig.jpg" /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-82028987907960879252008-12-06T00:37:00.007-05:002008-12-06T01:20:43.499-05:00Catch upOK. I've just gotten a moment to take a breather from this week. I truly think I've been more stressed this week than I was while working two jobs and going to school full time during college. I thought that was pretty stressful, but MAN, this week has just kicked my tail.<br /><br />We went to visit my family this past weekend for the Thanksgiving holiday and I loved every second of it. I always miss my family because visits to see my grandparents are few. My grandparents played such an important role in my life and short visits are just such a tease to my heart. From the time I was born until I started high school I remember seeing one or both of my grandmothers every week. During my early years it was nearly once a day! All that being said, I love them and they hold a very special place in my heart, as do most grandparents to their grandchildren. Seeing them all this weekend made me wish we could live closer so Helen can know them the way I know them and cherish them. She had a blast while we were there, so I suppose short visits will have to do! :)<br /><br />We ate lots of good food and saw an awesome football game! Roll Tide Roll! We even had an early Christmas at my grandmom's house! She got Helen a BEAUTIFUL coat! It's black wool with black fuzzy hem and on the cuff and instead of buttons there are red velvet rose buds! It's even got a cute little hat to match! Go Grandmom! Sunday I'll get a picture of her in it and post it!<br /><br />This weekend I got to visit my first niece. She's just four weeks old and so tiny. See my next post to read a little more about her. I'm still without more pics but they will come soon.<br /><br />Helen started saying the cutest phrase this week. When someone says, "See you later alligator" the response should be "After while crocodile!" Well, she says, "After Croc-o-dye-dle!" and in her cute little baby voice she makes my heart happy! Brian tries to correct her, but I love it so much I don't want her to say it right! She'll learn it soon enough...<br /><br />Something new and fabulous is that Brian and I have started a new business venture. I would go into detail, but it's very difficult to explain in blog format, but I'd like to invite my readers to contact me should you be open-minded and interested in working with us in a fabulous e-commerce industry! It's something we're doing to supplement our income during this very unstable time, neither my job nor Brian's is secure right now and when we found this organization and we saw our potential, it really made good sense to jump on board! We are now able to see the light at the end of the tunnel that is called retirement...yep, I said retirement. I'm on facebook (Kristy Gray - Athens GA network) and myspace (<a href="http://www.myspace.com/bkg1403">www.myspace.com/bkg1403</a>) or you can email me at <a href="mailto:bkg1403@yahoo.com">bkg1403@yahoo.com</a>. We've even got a website: <a href="http://www.grayglobalnetworking.com/">http://www.grayglobalnetworking.com/</a> if you'd like to check it out. Come visit us! We've got some great products on our site (for those of you looking for some fun and unique gifts).<br /><br />I guess that's about it for us for the past two weeks. I know there's more I've forgotten to mention, but it's late. I hope you all have a fabulous week! Be sure to pull for UofA in the SEC Championship this weekend! It's gonna be a goodie!<br /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristyholidaysig.jpg" />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-70591907232001911522008-12-04T23:39:00.005-05:002008-12-04T23:49:31.866-05:00Attention Christmas Shoppers: Check out Teale!Hi all! Just wanted to send a shout out to the fabulous Teale who has graciously given me a free Holiday Header. I won the drawing in her HO HO Holiday Giveaway! Thanks Teale! Everyone please visit her <a href="http://www.tealesdigidesigns.blogspot.com/">website </a>and check out her gallery! She does amazing work! She also has gift certificates available....GREAT STOCKING STUFFERS AND SECRET SISTER GIFTS!!<br /><br />By the way, I know the header is a little off center but that doesn't have anything to do with Teale or her beautiful designs. She's actually going to help me make it look right.<br /><br />I'm a little bit busy this week, but I'll have a "catch up" blog soon! Love you all!<br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristyholidaysig.jpg" />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-9682993710185999832008-11-29T15:10:00.005-05:002008-11-29T20:07:25.325-05:00Steph and Beth<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9E6VEjJJlFh9_YRMqW3bULfuztRtCAFhxTVcFPSO0-UELRWQWzJl2UonSbR6G6evyVOPbQN_5N8yb5dXqP8_U65DcjMkpPeL2RI8B64Dm7cz3y0ly1Sywkt1TU4kHShyphenhyphenUUuOIUgyNGDX/s1600-h/stephbet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274250911498862146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc9E6VEjJJlFh9_YRMqW3bULfuztRtCAFhxTVcFPSO0-UELRWQWzJl2UonSbR6G6evyVOPbQN_5N8yb5dXqP8_U65DcjMkpPeL2RI8B64Dm7cz3y0ly1Sywkt1TU4kHShyphenhyphenUUuOIUgyNGDX/s400/stephbet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=156324006&albumID=1958812&imageID=27977132"></a><br />This is my sister and her newborn baby girl Loren Elizabeth. Aren't they beautiful!? I got to meet this precious child this weekend for the first time. She weighed 8lb 11oz at birth, but she's so tiny, it's hard to believe she did. She might have lost a little from birth weight, but she's just perfect. She's four weeks old, has red hair and blue eyes, and has the cutest little toes and a button of a nose! I know this picture doesn't really do much to show her off, but I'll get some up soon; silly me forgot the camera in GA. I'm just so proud of my little sister I couldn't wait to show them both off! </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /> </div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-89765788486824301052008-11-20T09:55:00.002-05:002008-11-20T10:31:37.733-05:00A promise<div align="center">Last Saturday the Lord blessed us to see a most magnificent creation:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhV86qJCz9sWBZcUwZi8NwNBpjbiaQrneUfGOJMtyoOhKM1Ca6RHgAVgsfivqxa3YqbZU0k5OpVjgk5mhkgJWhWnjjDERTlzUJjoyEUAvoIEcwxTfpz5XmYAMrGTRorDrNncqVmY76RMmn/s1600-h/P1050679.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270754095874261282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhV86qJCz9sWBZcUwZi8NwNBpjbiaQrneUfGOJMtyoOhKM1Ca6RHgAVgsfivqxa3YqbZU0k5OpVjgk5mhkgJWhWnjjDERTlzUJjoyEUAvoIEcwxTfpz5XmYAMrGTRorDrNncqVmY76RMmn/s320/P1050679.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> I know that a rainbow is not a "miracle" but because they are so rare to see, when I do see one, I smile. Not just because it's beautiful, but because I know why it's there. God made a promise to Noah and that reminder has lasted thousands of years! (Gen 9:11-17) Can you imagine what Noah thought about seeing a rainbow? He'd just gotten used to the idea of rain and then THIS--a promise by our Creator that what he'd just suffered would never happen again. Ah....what relief that must have been every time he saw one.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The rainbow is a promise that the Earth would not be destroyed by water again, but it reminds me of another promise God has made to us. He gave us Jesus and promised us that through the blood of Christ we are saved from our sins. Through baptism we come into contact with that blood and are given remission of sins. And as long as we are obedient to His Word and live faithful lives, we will not be destroyed when Christ comes again! </div><div align="center">Heb 10:1-25; Mark 16:15-16; Rev 2:10 </div><div align="center">What a promise! What a God! What a blessing!<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">****Be sure to see the next post****</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-74447696552591711982008-11-20T09:41:00.005-05:002008-11-21T13:25:38.285-05:00CousinsSince Ty and Leslie moved out here last July (2007), these two have become as close as brother and sister. This was at a church function a few weeks ago (just getting the time to post it). Aren't they adorable!<br /><br />We're going to miss them when they move back to Alabama!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bxsq0krgv_6W0S7r7TeXJTkJIjmxPa1Fu9_eI5XSGcZOCoOnj4hBhVAR8Y5Hm6yFB_xee1zTqjMQEEZa9d4RjBrbdD6NWyjjrCvP-ANN5fJFP9LyBGx9EzjFRQSqSZVqJk74BN0SW1ZI/s1600-h/Helen+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270750520157376706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9bxsq0krgv_6W0S7r7TeXJTkJIjmxPa1Fu9_eI5XSGcZOCoOnj4hBhVAR8Y5Hm6yFB_xee1zTqjMQEEZa9d4RjBrbdD6NWyjjrCvP-ANN5fJFP9LyBGx9EzjFRQSqSZVqJk74BN0SW1ZI/s320/Helen+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-47096048016558830682008-11-07T20:12:00.000-05:002008-11-07T20:47:22.300-05:00If I did scrapbooking like I want to......I'd have at least a whole book devoted to just this one event. I don't know how folks can downsize a trip they take to 5-10 photographs and believe they have fully archived all of the memories... (I do have a horrible memory though, so that could be why I have to take all these pics) To all of you out there that scrapbook, forgive me, but I MUST have tons of pictures for each moment, it will be obvious in this post.<br /><br />A few weeks back, the Monroe church of Christ sponsored a youth retreat to Camp Inagehi (just outside of ATL). It was hosted by the Monroe young adults, but it was planned for the youth. I am certain that the young adults got as much, if not more, out of this retreat as the youth did.<br /><br />There were a total of 8 youth, and 13 adults...hmmm. Granted, it did start out with a much grander scale in mind...being planned with hopes that several area congregations would bring their groups, however, the invitations came back with no reply. Maybe they can all come next year. Ty and Korey worked hard in the planning and I know they are glad it went well.<br /><br />I don't know if I mentioned it in my post about going to camp in June, but I LOVE CAMP. I love everything about camp (ok, except the shower house) I love the dirt, I love the cabins, I love the adventure, I love the memories made, I love the bible study, the sermons, and the especially the singing. There's nothing better than waking up in the morning and having to do relatively nothing except learning about and worshiping God and helping young souls find their path (or maintain their path) to God. How special is that! There is no other place on this earth that is as carefree as I would expect Heaven to be. The next closest place would be one's local church; three days a week is just not enough...<br /><br />So you get the idea that I am fond of camp...<br /><br />Brian and I originally thought that we would have a car full of youth, but it turned out that everyone had a ride except one...Miss Caidy Miller! Oh yes...she's fantastic! I was so glad she came with us. She made the ride to camp more fun! [Funny side note: Back in the summer, a friend of a girl that goes to church with us came to Six Flags with our group. Somehow, Brian got to going on about something or giving someone a hard time -- as usual -- and the girl called him "creepy." Of all the adjectives I can think of to describe my husband, that isn't even close to one I would use.] I mention that story because Caidy thought that was the FUNNIEST thing in the world and at every opportunity calls Brian creepy. It's actually pretty funny hearing them banter. Despite the fact that Caidy calls him creepy and did so on the car ride down, I never thought Brian was creepy until I saw he and Ty do this nearly first thing after we arrived:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263127862697889010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAjdeHSQ8M6oJ255BKpE2lYXA6Ht5r839XNBuJHWZ_kfD35gISCMzt0UPRrsXUe9HJ0YxdT_NENhkVNeieq4ZU6LzGUuIhd70K3aNJU4LyRtUBi9QFjsoMGHQm4DmHjU7aow78xRUM1XV7/s320/Camp+Inagehi+034.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Yeah...that's a little creepy Caidy. Maybe there is some truth in there somewhere. What you are seeing balls attached to strings attached to clothes pins for the purpose of playing a very interesting game later. But no where in the game did I see these contraptions attached to anyone else in THIS way... Good going babe, very attractive.<br /><br /><br />As for me, the first thing I did was head for the coffee pot. By 7:00 I started getting a little tired, and when we arrived a little after 8:00, I knew the only way I would make it to midnight was a lot of caffiene and a good dose of the giggles. And I got both.<br /><br /><div align="center">Here is Leslie enjoying her cup of joe. We downed the pot of coffee quick! Well, between four of us anyway.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123213409893634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzS1wFVvsoz3FpXrm439WhzyADe5VAJ1UJNOKlnONYBFvrb29IQun6Xo78Lyurp8-K3GXtBgedLdPBmldyYVmjuuJrYMgInPFgwRo_Uid2dk1F-qW5ql0cCqZ93-yqOzr52r0cvPVb-rP/s320/Camp+Inagehi+017.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />The first game that was planned was a balloon pop game. There were several balloons and within each balloon was part of the theme verse of the weekend. They kids were to pop the balloons and get the pieces and put it in order.<br /><br /><div align="center">This was one of my first pics and it's a little out of focus because my shutter was too slow for how fast these kids were moving around the room trying to get the balloons to pop. Wes and Sarah did good to stand still for me (unknowingly) for a whole two seconds...</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263121245354028354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX-umgyYK5FychQY04wB2TDMMkpWtdB6oDvLbQ-pUylpZilPSIGrCbesjOUZdEqcGZU6JgahDILjVBw0S_b7DlJpkUNrZo2urJQpjAtOBLn4i8T_QAmQ9Ydzb-Iw6RAYxCPHxwo-OyvOvG/s320/Camp+Inagehi+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">I kinda thought that the verses would be bigger...you know, big print. Maybe I'm going BLIND in my old age, but for heaven's sake people...16 pt font is just too small for me on a game like this....hehe</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263121221391574626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjormdIn6kn6N_l7LJ-QY3L2-llefz4dVPr0cQ0mDGp9BTCLxpGAfj3JxUQeA35DjkfxT1AlWvbUGVe_wxK6vS7o9vVoC5DhAeMbU1UTiL4DyPhG2KdwqqMeIpOWc6MpNSxw6TIbfKd5mDD/s320/Camp+Inagehi+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Are you grasping how small these are? It must have been luck that none of these bits of confetti got lost in the shuffle of balloon popping!</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfkSi1ujYvlMh0r4AR2J2ml1arFB6WHUfE2_I_zzqRTW6Pbz2dd81oceoZEsWuOQnX2UqVwZGv8CuI__VOVJIdPxYwqkjcEzPiRX1UJVVgIjabuTZ9qdFYmk78nevQLPtrE7XkKNVxKwk/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263121226371849506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxfkSi1ujYvlMh0r4AR2J2ml1arFB6WHUfE2_I_zzqRTW6Pbz2dd81oceoZEsWuOQnX2UqVwZGv8CuI__VOVJIdPxYwqkjcEzPiRX1UJVVgIjabuTZ9qdFYmk78nevQLPtrE7XkKNVxKwk/s320/Camp+Inagehi+006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I guess it worked for the yungins...they got it right. I guess it is just me getting old. They seemed to see it just fine. The verse was Romans 12:2. Take a look at it! The whole book is great, but first few verses of chapter 12 are pretty powerful! Our theme for the retreat was "Transformers." I thought that was pretty clever. Good one Ty!</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGm3psZgbhMZuIZcdkhfOrUntdnMt7Xt2bE9u9ziDYkj6sinO1GQIPSBRgWxi33rhBKRBWj57ATgV2IBW9SP6kjrGon-4QMwfyPc2j_4PaCQSrxfh0t7v0c-e80K-b52rrsBd21NSnJOiU/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263121228208546578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGm3psZgbhMZuIZcdkhfOrUntdnMt7Xt2bE9u9ziDYkj6sinO1GQIPSBRgWxi33rhBKRBWj57ATgV2IBW9SP6kjrGon-4QMwfyPc2j_4PaCQSrxfh0t7v0c-e80K-b52rrsBd21NSnJOiU/s320/Camp+Inagehi+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div align="center">A quick break in between games allowed for a very awesome photo in an impromptu photo shoot! Don't they look great for having been up for....well...who knows how long we were all up by this point. All I know is that I was delirious (hence why I wasn't in many pictures that night)<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpbFxvCIxbRlEk8ZG-BWQe3Ez-m_gB-T1MCoZ7zR9OLuRWrx7xniTjbDZxAPnI01FXKWpaCn7V0fZnOwtokUn78JI6YR5SCdiaQJBog0Nf4uSR_zf2mCjyd5eQdr8zucxQoLDYKprJlDf/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123221180526818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwpbFxvCIxbRlEk8ZG-BWQe3Ez-m_gB-T1MCoZ7zR9OLuRWrx7xniTjbDZxAPnI01FXKWpaCn7V0fZnOwtokUn78JI6YR5SCdiaQJBog0Nf4uSR_zf2mCjyd5eQdr8zucxQoLDYKprJlDf/s320/Camp+Inagehi+013.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />That Hannah...such a sweetie pie. Couldn't you just eat her up!?<br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijfkSF-4wu1mtM8SIwVl9GpXeeXCUL3FesKnUxLmRbbwjZcQP5VwJvwR6nzrpVgT6wlnQNE76kx9M5I3ZS-mijn6GBTodfQj3rgAzs5jbgoBicBsmgOBAG51oFng-87znqonG_zO4Semri/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123227410459010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijfkSF-4wu1mtM8SIwVl9GpXeeXCUL3FesKnUxLmRbbwjZcQP5VwJvwR6nzrpVgT6wlnQNE76kx9M5I3ZS-mijn6GBTodfQj3rgAzs5jbgoBicBsmgOBAG51oFng-87znqonG_zO4Semri/s320/Camp+Inagehi+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />The next game we did was called Amoeba. For those of you out there that can't bring your brains back to 9th grade science class [like I couldn't and had to be reminded], an amoeba (uh-me-buh), is a sort of organism that has no definite shape and moves around in a very random fashion. It has a flexible outer shell/membrane that is filled with goo (yeah, there's a scientific name for it somewhere) and has several nuclei so it contracts and expands in all kinds of formations trying to get from one place to another. Whoever thought up the name for this game must have been a smarty pants because that is exactly what happened in the game. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">The kids were put into a group, tied together only on the outer edge with rope, and asked to move from one side of the room to another going through several obstacles. The object of the game was to move as a unit. It was a shaky start, but they made it back, all of them relatively unharmed. I don't have any pictures of this because I was busy keeping them from running over one another.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Then it was the adult's turn. It was our goal to beat the time the kids had, but to also be one unit...not killing one another like a stampede of hippos. Thanks to Emily manning my camera, we have more proof that Brian could actually be creepy, AND why an amoeba might have a good reason for having no form or direction....notice NO ONE is looking in the same direction. Maybe an real amoeba have too many nuclei like this one.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvqqaU0aO_9A1k1Em6WINACUmPx2OW14ZYUpujBzhC_LCwyeNfLtQyDkdMn-aNZVP475yFkE7HTkkV65DYf7ABZygzDlfcWQaEFkzIVKNmUYXL5-hYV40K41wEsvuJwk5vLzDTAzJIPy8/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123231152630978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvqqaU0aO_9A1k1Em6WINACUmPx2OW14ZYUpujBzhC_LCwyeNfLtQyDkdMn-aNZVP475yFkE7HTkkV65DYf7ABZygzDlfcWQaEFkzIVKNmUYXL5-hYV40K41wEsvuJwk5vLzDTAzJIPy8/s320/Camp+Inagehi+027.jpg" border="0" /></a> Here we are all be squished into a space about two feet wide...hmmm. Yeah, little me, see my head poking out in the back. Yep, I was the one getting squished into the pile of lunchroom tables. But, it was fun.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJ598-cqQy-XvnYagVx-DiXP9gDAmuSEhlB82KgABVn49yb98FYpfgJ5bUI3UbUafWy-JBvluBfpcwsV9Aa12EnK5Umqp2SdUv3MHbz9KjSEDalhcwqx86AA1Dvey9HoKWkyo8K2kCu4U/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263123241214034738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJ598-cqQy-XvnYagVx-DiXP9gDAmuSEhlB82KgABVn49yb98FYpfgJ5bUI3UbUafWy-JBvluBfpcwsV9Aa12EnK5Umqp2SdUv3MHbz9KjSEDalhcwqx86AA1Dvey9HoKWkyo8K2kCu4U/s320/Camp+Inagehi+032.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /></div><div>The last game was a relay. You can't really see it in this picture, but they have those clothes pins with the strings and balls on it attached to backs of their shirts. The goal was the squat down and sink the ball into the cup on the floor without knocking over the cup. Does it sound easy? IT WASN'T. The team that had all of their members complete the task first, won. Sarah and Jacob were the first to attempt this. I was the last...seeing it done doesn't make it any easier. LOL!<br /></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1sURheDMoizwRu8x8Di6lfNbzBfo8BwL0xCPtP6_LGCkHdX0injUAP2V68FA9dg7dG2oCRaqNsYT4qDQYGXG7wS7cA7WHFbTNFmed0xz64zPqy-KxDsphg-SebIAXu6h8uFt1lBcsr2U/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263127883341287346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1sURheDMoizwRu8x8Di6lfNbzBfo8BwL0xCPtP6_LGCkHdX0injUAP2V68FA9dg7dG2oCRaqNsYT4qDQYGXG7wS7cA7WHFbTNFmed0xz64zPqy-KxDsphg-SebIAXu6h8uFt1lBcsr2U/s320/Camp+Inagehi+036.jpg" border="0" /></a> After the games, we had a short devo and then had about an hour to play and have fun before lights out. I'd forgotten how hilarious Emily was when she creaped up to us in her Tupac dew rag. What? Was she even BORN before Tupac died? She cracked me up all weekend.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEqx6GbUUq2ccSGSbJ9_0vdjTNefZQcFJDMs-SjTZ_3vcTN4q7xVDz4pZqH0pB5XIaSoKp7CKFHCEFht4SR9-9SG_mIqWFME0qRFteHaflZpia2f6C7cbQaR9j21mRK7_5a-k40IT1koG/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263127877497790642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEqx6GbUUq2ccSGSbJ9_0vdjTNefZQcFJDMs-SjTZ_3vcTN4q7xVDz4pZqH0pB5XIaSoKp7CKFHCEFht4SR9-9SG_mIqWFME0qRFteHaflZpia2f6C7cbQaR9j21mRK7_5a-k40IT1koG/s320/Camp+Inagehi+038.jpg" border="0" /></a> The next day was way better than the first. Saturday was an <u>awesome</u> day. There was a bit of a nip on the air, but nothing a good pullover couldn't fix. We started the day with a great breakfast and had a lesson by Sean. He did a great job too! After that we had game time. Here, Jillian is trying her arm at "Who can throw a softball the farthest"-game.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7dwUxCH2UTECrDVZ_kg0xWrfh-eQjiX93nlf8lW9woMyihIOKx8Zn95t5j5ye-MBQhfmJ18F0_c1QsvQwJfc6q-icT2Tyx_0zX2Ih3-SjD43Csz2UJQieiQ8vQy5khGGrnCoakPn4DV2/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+043.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263129420414048210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB7dwUxCH2UTECrDVZ_kg0xWrfh-eQjiX93nlf8lW9woMyihIOKx8Zn95t5j5ye-MBQhfmJ18F0_c1QsvQwJfc6q-icT2Tyx_0zX2Ih3-SjD43Csz2UJQieiQ8vQy5khGGrnCoakPn4DV2/s320/Camp+Inagehi+043.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I don't know that there was any real purpose to this game other than to give Butch something to do. He was the "outfielder" and such a good sport.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEi3qAE3QOy2yutyitlfLfyJLXXgVvZEYZfzVuyM8p0OdJ2pR-zNw-Xotb27s0Qvz8PDDLlPl0njJEPS2sHlk0iuOSTD4_kJhQIxvFsc4ZhtobJaGirXak-QqwCGd9IVuMzGjkvNVy1OFP/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263127886004206290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEi3qAE3QOy2yutyitlfLfyJLXXgVvZEYZfzVuyM8p0OdJ2pR-zNw-Xotb27s0Qvz8PDDLlPl0njJEPS2sHlk0iuOSTD4_kJhQIxvFsc4ZhtobJaGirXak-QqwCGd9IVuMzGjkvNVy1OFP/s320/Camp+Inagehi+045.jpg" border="0" /></a>Brian did an OK job at the softball throw, but his form was a little to be desired. Uh, he looked like he was trying to throw the shot in a shot put competition. GOOOOOO Brian! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263130926122726146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUrP3K8sKfCdiGr2P75SwshQNg3NvUFbYGE3cbU18DkCPNXzyQO19XZNsmo2JwTGWSrWt6v3WS9s_r4zQoPVeynsySvr8bszsqqUZY23l0auwp4H2JNrIJdkNkNHGVKuwSFDOC0HsfD08L/s320/Camp+Inagehi+053.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I was trying to stretch out my arm before I threw. I was making a silly face at Emily and it was captured. One might not put something this hideous about oneself on a blog for the world to see, but I figure...had it NOT been me, I'd be all about putting it up! So, to be fair...here I am. Nice right?</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263130931589012546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6YfqUpj_nGRJ5M-uAM0IWC3Tim7UIRoTvoXkEj8d1Z9ewjY33NqaWhmnUIpxCnV2yvN-gnjiKR1Dc4cYAQND0UtOdvWJPAt3MPcXA8ZeDFYwLd4jVTvFaon-4FiaCzgfi0Nwmgzz3AM38/s320/Camp+Inagehi+057.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I think Caidy had the most fun playing with Sarge. They are both cute, but Caidy is beautiful...don't you think so? Since this pic, she's gotten her hair cut SOOO super cute. I'll have to get a new one up of her for everyone to see it.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263130955836395794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb5i2UL7OcIl80uaE3vNi2NxyMFKOxWHFCmpVPLCAY6YXlSJgDTtY9Ts4CYpSFhRZ1F9R-VjyWCb9DbIniMKg0x-faig7-NFqQsLqV28fvGuhcwhyIF5AskP-4C4-gJwFLsgnJpiAGdLjg/s320/Camp+Inagehi+063.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div>Our fearless leader with a rake and a shovel. I think they were getting ready for the bonfire...making a big pit.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263130950868908066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3rTvZkL9QbGqvAAzDHvb_mlzk2xs7ld6_HgeL6Hjqi9p57P8Z2yRE8eyL_T97ZDu8x_w_vWt0RgslC4TTe5k8CjpsrwPyekw8rFo3WcDIPdq3kzAXEY1OTJKNlVO10hyM5gtIxgCfnJCQ/s320/Camp+Inagehi+062.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Here's Emily just before we had to go in for lunch, practicing her fast-pitch. She was a teeny bit rusty, but with a few more throws and an actual batter, she would have been whirling them in to the zone! Her hair flinging out made me laugh. Didn't notice it unti I caught it still-frame.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263134172317435170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivE3zaWi4spoYrVLYKCVrDxzVwQKYB_2e3aWGnkSG3jQMP9ei7GZajvyyVLvK077u8foQbgtmWPxDHApJvNj5H8KeYHakgY5DycJm6rlVsuxo9d6xFAvvl2Rg6RqajB0tu_21dkC6m93dW/s320/Camp+Inagehi+066.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><div><br />After lunch there was time devoted to singing. I took just this one picture. I love singing time.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gsRbLAf-fOT3_E61MVjftIfbPOSs5jy-39R2QkoImEoFLmoFsj7PW-3e1mc3vRNTHs5Nwd6mQxxUJsjoPXsxNxgw9DqE2e3DO3XxUtm-d1uRYDddkDhDgS3nRxjkxQX5XDqtE1t9S5j-/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+074.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263134184336704274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8gsRbLAf-fOT3_E61MVjftIfbPOSs5jy-39R2QkoImEoFLmoFsj7PW-3e1mc3vRNTHs5Nwd6mQxxUJsjoPXsxNxgw9DqE2e3DO3XxUtm-d1uRYDddkDhDgS3nRxjkxQX5XDqtE1t9S5j-/s320/Camp+Inagehi+074.jpg" border="0" /></a>Once singing time was done, the four-square madness was on. It was like Lay's potato chips, after one, you can't stop. Well once you started it was inevitable that you played again and again and again. Here's Jillian in her best four-square defense stance. She's a serious player too! <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263136000714565650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA_P7K3QSvcRa9VA4m-zY02UC6Sq5Sp1-ku4UnqBNw47V2Qmwkt_MkPOlh663BUvZjQ4tascUfhxgGNiPK3aLyKKFbUArsGMpIwSWiqpuFrcrvuS1YezKT9rACY2CmuYqO2eyIrigLTKvI/s320/Camp+Inagehi+085.jpg" border="0" /><br />Nicholas was pretty intense too! It was unfortunate that there was no four-square ball. All they could find was a volley ball. Ah well...whatever works.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ffOXv-1ecApklc-cleZ5Aw3pRtoQG_PlFI6jVv_uDeDHjDgevr14Wj2ueKh2ki5Sb8WdGY0ztxjWY9vxF-RZktcy3CNIrlgYVb8LQZFukGggFhyb5UIdd1hty6lr4wDBNYqJdPEppA8U/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263134185776996962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7ffOXv-1ecApklc-cleZ5Aw3pRtoQG_PlFI6jVv_uDeDHjDgevr14Wj2ueKh2ki5Sb8WdGY0ztxjWY9vxF-RZktcy3CNIrlgYVb8LQZFukGggFhyb5UIdd1hty6lr4wDBNYqJdPEppA8U/s320/Camp+Inagehi+077.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Caidy and I stayed away from the four-square madness, having a little fun with the camera. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkVVgOqANpgLbiSVUxSYK26baQPVpSQ0tUCzsu0YNvbsoeTrNQUWKSS3S4Oa-M5Ds1eVjI0LgsnhzHQnmWoFnaxZPRlqyTmfldTXywCa33sJq-WL0yw8sv4BLvCI65oUCZbHBGUCSWm8Q/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+080.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263134189178660802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOkVVgOqANpgLbiSVUxSYK26baQPVpSQ0tUCzsu0YNvbsoeTrNQUWKSS3S4Oa-M5Ds1eVjI0LgsnhzHQnmWoFnaxZPRlqyTmfldTXywCa33sJq-WL0yw8sv4BLvCI65oUCZbHBGUCSWm8Q/s320/Camp+Inagehi+080.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Emily in her dew rag again. This time she decided to be ninja! AH HAHAHA! Well, maybe not a ninja. It guess it was more like Karate Kid. <br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUSCn-BBlMASaGkZVku5ZKnxKJwlyUbOqMcjuPFyX59cV75R0DDEOTKcOG-xQVXLlMnZ4FBVcF3KpPEEVi5RV835zbJFafbu4TrKqDkbeaZxROw7pdqjshg3rjQLtLjVpV-ile-Nc9YkH/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263135997282093026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUSCn-BBlMASaGkZVku5ZKnxKJwlyUbOqMcjuPFyX59cV75R0DDEOTKcOG-xQVXLlMnZ4FBVcF3KpPEEVi5RV835zbJFafbu4TrKqDkbeaZxROw7pdqjshg3rjQLtLjVpV-ile-Nc9YkH/s320/Camp+Inagehi+084.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here's our newly weds! This was their first adventure after the honeymoon. They got married the weekend before camp. Aren't they adorable? <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAt_oi44v1wqZvTbXo6Lvy7_pa66T6n8ZTy9yReklpLuq4oG3XLXrkM-JW3GqVUoY-ALFRp_Q3uBsAO5EBXc9ij1F66uXccem8_UUTaYfJhUjNNB9uJccibEQXnlHVQW5_O0c089qxMzVp/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263136012064146018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAt_oi44v1wqZvTbXo6Lvy7_pa66T6n8ZTy9yReklpLuq4oG3XLXrkM-JW3GqVUoY-ALFRp_Q3uBsAO5EBXc9ij1F66uXccem8_UUTaYfJhUjNNB9uJccibEQXnlHVQW5_O0c089qxMzVp/s320/Camp+Inagehi+096.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Ty and Korey plotted out a course for an activity for the kids called "Faith Walk." I'd not been involved in one of these before so it was awesome to see. Each of the kids were blind folded and were given an adult partner. The adult was to help their blind partner thru the path and the obstacles (which weren't easy). The course was planned in a way that you would go back thru the same obstacles coming back as well. Here are some pictures of the path and most of the kids:</div><div> </div><div>This is before we started...Emily being a nut.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMm6Dg1B_ov6Txg-zG-Sbprpb7PQInCwpHkPVa7jjS5Ry6Ietlb-PgI4gCWNA95Roy4Ewxlvq5maAJScRkBt9-mjWBvKigqwpp5f9HIgtKZmXfgDglgbjnbaGArB9QvlHOKU_DSe7ImvG/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263136007137456226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeMm6Dg1B_ov6Txg-zG-Sbprpb7PQInCwpHkPVa7jjS5Ry6Ietlb-PgI4gCWNA95Roy4Ewxlvq5maAJScRkBt9-mjWBvKigqwpp5f9HIgtKZmXfgDglgbjnbaGArB9QvlHOKU_DSe7ImvG/s320/Camp+Inagehi+090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Caidy had the funniest blindfold...a wound up t-shirt because all the bandanas were taken! LOL! She looks pitiful!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDWtQlUBcdmJxloamleLHVAdcOSYwOR9F5KSVyWEne-i-46Jh48AB7AUWh__27fsmysZeqtDZp3mKttvqIcYkOUlK7CnK8aVTUwqaBboELBy08_NbnB7TFBFlIMmnQpXyEPDcmPdW7CMc/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263136005086554546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvDWtQlUBcdmJxloamleLHVAdcOSYwOR9F5KSVyWEne-i-46Jh48AB7AUWh__27fsmysZeqtDZp3mKttvqIcYkOUlK7CnK8aVTUwqaBboELBy08_NbnB7TFBFlIMmnQpXyEPDcmPdW7CMc/s320/Camp+Inagehi+087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Nicholas did well. I was to surprised to see im walking with his hands in his pockets. I would be feeling around trying to find something to touch...or at least trying to keep my balance. He did a pretty good job.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoRr5Lk2cLcbneMeTpcjo7GscukqHpE_OHHFdTyXUmIfEe356WGTx6NoajUmP7nfeP0fpBYhEBvcvoe7U3L3X78HygV-ihQo6a4do0CSPfrSRrz0gRt8npQ094SpyCF_0BrkUmSwE0-7V/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+106.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263137557619669026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoRr5Lk2cLcbneMeTpcjo7GscukqHpE_OHHFdTyXUmIfEe356WGTx6NoajUmP7nfeP0fpBYhEBvcvoe7U3L3X78HygV-ihQo6a4do0CSPfrSRrz0gRt8npQ094SpyCF_0BrkUmSwE0-7V/s320/Camp+Inagehi+106.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Here's my sweet blind boy, Wesley! He did so good, and was so cute doing it! He was the youngest of all the youth there and I was proud of him on this course! He's about to step onto a bridge here. We weren't allowed to physically touch the kids with the purpose that they find their own way. But just before this picture was shot, I had to save Wesley from taking a plunge into the creek. Two or three more steps and Sheila (his mom) would have had me for lunch!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifw4QvyjGCMzgsWuirKST2Bhd0WYSN48Ct6pPEmerxCQnNpyn_sSRlpvWSIX0Bdq4iGeh08ycMnAZlwhr-EgpIE9Zv82KxihD-oxir5A3IYj6EBtoQzGnBoS2-Y3JgkXTdT8ZKo-LzfD9t/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263137552721542866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifw4QvyjGCMzgsWuirKST2Bhd0WYSN48Ct6pPEmerxCQnNpyn_sSRlpvWSIX0Bdq4iGeh08ycMnAZlwhr-EgpIE9Zv82KxihD-oxir5A3IYj6EBtoQzGnBoS2-Y3JgkXTdT8ZKo-LzfD9t/s320/Camp+Inagehi+102.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />All the kids made it out of the obstacle course unharmed, except for Emily. Apparently she blindly found a yellow jacket hive and one of them decided to attack. She was a big sport and kept on going thru the course. That's a beast for ya! She's a strong girl! </div><div> </div><div>Later that day I found Sarge playing at the lake's edge. He wanted nothing more than to swim out to the middle of it! He would inch out and then come back. Then sniff around and find a bug to jump around to catch. After the bug left, or he caught it, he'd come back and play at the water again.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnMwIrlre6X3bgwhWAoqUdgxWkS5q3-NNVwWpNgVtXMx7HA3SgUzi03zqMvDMQO_N5PbETvQmo7dDLcBaYo8O5t6ciIucWiHSfCZYbq6vniy-jS1vw8y66Hc2yS6Pi6cVLSxx3BJg6qnO/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263138453669878306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnMwIrlre6X3bgwhWAoqUdgxWkS5q3-NNVwWpNgVtXMx7HA3SgUzi03zqMvDMQO_N5PbETvQmo7dDLcBaYo8O5t6ciIucWiHSfCZYbq6vniy-jS1vw8y66Hc2yS6Pi6cVLSxx3BJg6qnO/s320/Camp+Inagehi+117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Wouldn't life be grand as a dog...no worries.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzR3Q1ltwe2sb-KMdpi4s6CJGWJFDWR0zqo0iiX-GRuY_UUUQkIzWRQctdQHwe1IeYsJgtMm-0asbxvs4JUSprRd7o5LlvOrE9N4XU4Hp3vf1YcT1OSB9Ton9fmZZd1KAZgvDYVClB2Y9/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263137575205053074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqzR3Q1ltwe2sb-KMdpi4s6CJGWJFDWR0zqo0iiX-GRuY_UUUQkIzWRQctdQHwe1IeYsJgtMm-0asbxvs4JUSprRd7o5LlvOrE9N4XU4Hp3vf1YcT1OSB9Ton9fmZZd1KAZgvDYVClB2Y9/s320/Camp+Inagehi+116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />One of the last activities before dinner was skipping rocks. The boys had fun. Of course, it wasn't a planned activity, but it made me smile to see them doing it. I guess it goes to show you that video games and television aren't the only things that kids can do these days to have fun. At camp we learn about God, but we sure do have a way of learning about ourselves and each other. Life goes by way to fast. <br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAz5t4P2Rj7ck-DrIPWaYlGv217Hgmj_2hYuEkMOW67_vYJRTq2jHvNTbxBgBLUnBJrtqE57b9nWWsif0sY5x6nswpD40loAw2wxer62d0ED_AM26tp-HGnxirUL39bm2p74vIEYm4IfGL/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+115.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263137566064842178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAz5t4P2Rj7ck-DrIPWaYlGv217Hgmj_2hYuEkMOW67_vYJRTq2jHvNTbxBgBLUnBJrtqE57b9nWWsif0sY5x6nswpD40loAw2wxer62d0ED_AM26tp-HGnxirUL39bm2p74vIEYm4IfGL/s320/Camp+Inagehi+115.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Across the lake<br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQjRrJLhYVLOJyGcSvNCt5BNAsJx1zYeLXhLtTQP4xxTW3GQM00NfFwhPuBcYXFsE7w5i4cjb-5fLjGob-c8pAveDHPiaIfL-4zDX8ojrvBtBSC8fyw9Eh6WAnqouBx8xcNzXSPM8d5sB/s1600-h/Camp+Inagehi+114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263137561995305506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvQjRrJLhYVLOJyGcSvNCt5BNAsJx1zYeLXhLtTQP4xxTW3GQM00NfFwhPuBcYXFsE7w5i4cjb-5fLjGob-c8pAveDHPiaIfL-4zDX8ojrvBtBSC8fyw9Eh6WAnqouBx8xcNzXSPM8d5sB/s320/Camp+Inagehi+114.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Of all the things we did and shared at camp, I think I'll remember our breakout session the most. That was when all the girls got together in a group and the guys got together in a group and we discussed what it meant to "conform" to the world. We had so much discussion and laughs in the class! I couldn't help but be moved and encouraged each girl there. Even Kayleigh, who toughed out the class, even with a migraine. Poor girl...it lasted almost all day. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">I'm thankful that the Lord allowed me to be involved that weekend! May there be many more opportunities to spend a weekend this way!<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263127870935116274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb0RNH5_GEnh6DcJL4K2QcI1Dz9ShjSAPtrOvyWywazeXfrduvc-FjXGn2bSnogB6qaeGH4l5Jfo5Pti4eA0MF0L7PyOS0iRxJ9iwWhyphenhyphen95UAE4kwa1vZAQpVBHPqwj-qns7mHyrRzXMMUh/s320/Camp+Inagehi+035.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">I'll end with one last creepy thought...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263138461329727010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSs-fJGByymbmSqe5ez3m8hD6JbaUvsN0c6YEl8OY31INXVCWMclNBors0WmPgPbmkO_7VI3UdIAvbaH4Lw5fR971KeU-m4x6eXL3ccnQDQ4UvgzH8OH8MVB2R_hS8bJ60-LQBaYuYl2s/s320/Camp+Inagehi+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="left"><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-70654135975940795412008-11-03T23:26:00.003-05:002008-11-03T23:37:15.623-05:00Some exercise<div align="center">Brian took Helen out for a nice walk this evening. I love when they spend Daddy-time together. His main purpose was to burn some energy, perhaps some calories, but Helen insisted on walking the entire time. Three of her steps made for one of his....so all he did was take a walk, but it was a walk with is daughter. I'd say time well spent! WAY TO GO DAD!<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuqG5nY6YR-arzyLwQFgBqFaRvyyaO0l7yR7trVi6md4IFQbAlKesYG_iUfZB86Kv8ozlvFP6-3GShw-WQNcN1Di1Fo5pj21nS3tf_S8N63cb3I1ftk3L9-yv7aDQ8k9SsQsN_hsjFBwM/s1600-h/Daddy+Time.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264654370880403122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXuqG5nY6YR-arzyLwQFgBqFaRvyyaO0l7yR7trVi6md4IFQbAlKesYG_iUfZB86Kv8ozlvFP6-3GShw-WQNcN1Di1Fo5pj21nS3tf_S8N63cb3I1ftk3L9-yv7aDQ8k9SsQsN_hsjFBwM/s320/Daddy+Time.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><br /><br />****Check out the next post****<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-8392879578193265362008-11-03T15:07:00.012-05:002008-11-03T23:26:39.813-05:00A little crow, a big Mickey, too much DynamiteDuring the summer, one day while Helen was swimming in her little pool outside, she and Grammy (my mom) heard the call of a crow. Helen stopped what she was doing and asked what the noise was. Grammy said, "It's a caw-caw bird." Since then, she's been fascinated by the sound and the sight of a crow.<br /><br /><br />So it was only fitting (an irony) that this year's halloween costume be a scarecrow. Moma and Tom made her a small crow to sit on her shoulder (and in the following pictures it's on her hat). She loved that little crow too! We put it on her shoulder after she shed her hat. Then the bird had to go altogether because it became so cold she had to wear a sweater.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITrGzXRhipNinDzEWwU_Z8QkhsKonfWCbpcwy71ZRPND95j9irMpNMcTkE0_XQB5ikp4w4HWrIGM3KHqLa5WqHZVe5KlKNeOteG9yft3hTdfaWpmBXw1pjOk9CHZnP0xQTimxWBsD2tG-/s1600-h/Halloween+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264526519480705714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgITrGzXRhipNinDzEWwU_Z8QkhsKonfWCbpcwy71ZRPND95j9irMpNMcTkE0_XQB5ikp4w4HWrIGM3KHqLa5WqHZVe5KlKNeOteG9yft3hTdfaWpmBXw1pjOk9CHZnP0xQTimxWBsD2tG-/s320/Halloween+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJaOUY2c5mstCl8O4KqQPvD5fbuv8Ope6TsqxdLgQGbZMLYf7o7P9o95wLcME1QwMQ-Qa0t8y3Sn-BU3lKzc1zv3wUkZHdzg4LPaZ0rjVkhWOi43Id2cFehDsZqnWVJ-s-sknN4f35LDc/s1600-h/Halloween+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264526537093677026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfJaOUY2c5mstCl8O4KqQPvD5fbuv8Ope6TsqxdLgQGbZMLYf7o7P9o95wLcME1QwMQ-Qa0t8y3Sn-BU3lKzc1zv3wUkZHdzg4LPaZ0rjVkhWOi43Id2cFehDsZqnWVJ-s-sknN4f35LDc/s320/Halloween+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>We started at Beth and Duke's house again this year, but instead of spending the evening going door to door with tons of kids, they threw a party for all of the kids and the families. As is usual with the Allens, it was a blast of a party. We had pizza and several people brought games or activities for the kids to do to win prizes or whatever. </div><div></div><div><br /><br />Helen found the pumpkins on the front porch very fascinating. She liked ALL the pumpkins she saw, in fact. </div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264526542622674386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfbA-hqLwEfMvC4FtY3vpS9C7vVxY_hMZUkxiw4SKPXZPBS4x_T8FAYPVT3_GQuGHz5bQ56P4F2qJSDtsj60aFMyaDYYUdbDQUxl5tm8j9gwHr20soAB_6Hbtal6LGn-ht5-ihMT9mwlSx/s320/Halloween+004.jpg" border="0" />Here she is with Nathan. He came as a cowboy! Isn't he adorable. He had real boots and a real hat and all he needed was a holster, some guns, and some spurs to make him a full fledged cowboy! I guess for a three-year-old, what he had on was plenty! :)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264526547486039794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUmOlvxGlFplLda4UIQttCoNHB0x1ZRaWq4BOygWCGNx5z4HyJ5YMOVGOmMWcb6-HU4s194cILvPJniPDEOC2hPHlVNSg9o3FA5GsevpDZdNoudKMvF-_jvH4Ue-Xfy07DpXKrJaPjOWP0/s320/Halloween+005.jpg" border="0" /><br />(Never missing an opportunity to rock)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529111080355922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ2fNG_RUeoUTIG-ESFb9Va7Zm5YumTPlphW_sli4JWqxhQOQSolB-dg4K15-VW6GvX4xdbKmo0aOGOKnbLYXZYe8fk-jv1pSPd0JJUO58VUB24LD69NHspxXfBktppIIyrhTG7sI5T28W/s320/Halloween+006.jpg" border="0" /><br />Stopped mid-sentence to point and say "LOOK MOMMY, PUMPKIN!" Then she got down and ran over to it!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529107945770930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQ0dYPxS-QlSpJwcopKIrJ2ZHHiwQ6Is79lThvZODgGtmffEF3UXVTjSWyktiUwqpUg9dOHRLlhfKh2DbAQk9Nj3GxjFpbBuLl0mx6P4HZ4cKeg_28_4iUfUc-NY3hXwklbCvx0gQuTvr/s320/Halloween+007.jpg" border="0" />It didn't take long for her to shed her hat. It was a little small for her anyway. She wanted it on her head, but it just didn't want to stay...especially at full throttle speed all night.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529099933919778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6a8y7wHtL8etqlHpzdn1EZ9JTUdl-OgmKNAILB4hhcd-B-bAt58PaiksF9NSHnr1AFg6I1wWpgM6Hd2-x9tlNH1GSoxe_n0bg8pgR-n5-w7U8f5ukzxchBt2LS9G9U22V5u3vvn7n3jj8/s320/Halloween+010.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">"Daddy hold it?"<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529113476202306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioUpBIjZebTrTnfxi4JY1kUNLSfONzREfYvaJy00_5YcejzT5kIz_5bRzJ2Qf2WZEe0mp0A6CANhsBLZYoPWJye10Q2kRnf0V002550XbEIIK8s93ZhzqaV1bwODsYTpypi1Fzsoj3iFLU/s320/Halloween+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Through all the kids, you will notice a very wonderfully crafted bean-bag toss game made by Ty. I don't know if he had any help, but it sure was fun for those kids. Every single child (and adult too) had a go at this thing. Helen saw it and you know what she said, "IT'S MICKEY!" Yeah, she thought it looked like a Mickey Mouse head. Brian told me later that she walked over to it and said "Hey Pal!" Just like Mickey says to Pluto! Isn't that the sweetest! She spent a good portion of her time here.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264529102677723154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL2WfSlrtWdfP3FCMO6i0ib9wDI9AxZ_-YkQnVTqX2eQMgGQRorFmowhiyxtcSiAWZvAMSjSRukkOoaczsYYgi7wcwhYL6wFyvBgyVlF511PK5mFuwVsKG1eJggGQWD-1yueKxRfOs_8y3/s320/Halloween+009.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264530715334672386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigAdbgH89cfg8B5vcsEst4Q6aHg5XF8uCojqg0aFMG1EE3DutSpD89Om-QQDpxNuEQJkpQG6XxJ86QqUNQDW6BTzeVBqs3jnjODsvp5YrIsyL2LTD-IxrQ8hwhIYC6kEKhSRnI6o20I3zs/s320/Halloween+014.jpg" border="0" /> Such determination!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264530721073673474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrFWlUCz1ZMmZDlh4TM6sLTkX1DJnqWqz9hQcQXzr1QWaCyEycMg6LaNI3HUeB0WhDrfAKpZ_cR18fYhmjZaw8MZDa5BpJhcvQSwZBKeJxs2ZRYaYn1FxLAIA1U9vMPkxmOR1jRtImudei/s320/Halloween+015.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">This was my "booth." I decided to bring the stuff one needs to paint miniature pumpkins. It was SO fun to see all the kids painting and doing. I'll have more about this little venture soon.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264530697031623010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj60pC0A7gXfL4RSj0lTsTR-VYfcgklvOFWtlpzNtg_W1h2qTe-qY8OFwHWLxadp03X49VpFv98jEigC8OGPWMfEx7idrPTTdjttpcbuN3jBBDyqwBxsN4AGHjvxmG7RFiDpCsJ9SOLrwK7/s320/Halloween+012.jpg" border="0" /> This is me....mixed with dynamite. Napolean Dynamite that is. LOL! I look like a ten-year-old. Duke and Beth's daughter, Savannah, came dressed as Napolean. By the end of the night, she had shed the wig and glasses. So I decided to try it out...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264530728521369090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-CYWOUY5PY0FjntaIPsus0DUecUV2OQdnQk2DIi0GlsVrvNccA6pTRW8NzhZZ_JLnbs-ISIBHZQmBVvLXHGHt4YfnxvksKfN1Zm-N4wbRrVeFQX_2CflSGAP5WbE-FCdYdobnnI5DLx5S/s320/Halloween+016.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">This is Savannah after the Napolean. One of the booths was for face painting so she got a nice camo handprint on her face. This pic doesn't show the colors very well, but it looked really neat.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264534993033478674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdOVYNpWD02__kXRbU5BszaHgCoCc0lpbfPStNnYW0llnb-GMU0ztbHO_LEEdpaZHvheLfYvsAUqPS6zpAwZVsixCmh1kj5JPtoMRppLLE4EB4z9UdBr_BkOEHhY2z1I9l4SjOSoMHouY-/s320/Halloween+017.jpg" border="0" /> Last but not least, my sweet little angel got to put it on too! HAHAHAH!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264534995239627058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyJ9uQiKOWWuUvAO5CmzWQLIEEmLm8vJ3Gnp6ZrLUaovJx35J7Onzk48k7-hmHa6C3lyytJfZZGS5O63GL_L_wrDeexHMoeQzyGzVpY1wu6YmVhsOCmmwJuZilEyz3_shxsEdnOC_aLHXv/s320/Halloween+018.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I don't think this could be much cuter!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264535006202944050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFqgAlXLVgbGlaN6C7OQqwvOKSrxs9EvfXM6FGfEbpC9DhY7WdUftruWUh2U7NCcbbvOa0KTXueINde-1TQCiy5_kq_uaL9q2PQ3AIkhI6KsPmZ4tj6d3X3OGGu1le7TrGFcfplcKzoM9/s320/Halloween+020.jpg" border="0" /><br />Maybe next year I can get her a red dress and a shaggy dog and she could be little orphan Annie! :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264535000086410402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9aElaaHBQ0GWzeYupSf61rA7QNFbu0s23YxnlG_QzmkvT8kzBSZbOvEPUrVJ8DMtXeucIUukHWKweeAuXHq0pAFXK28C_1Jp4lfjaBBYSAMku1LRUlELlbtZjVOClJEzZM6x2uFhj7e-A/s320/Halloween+019.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-49993074018452757212008-10-31T00:33:00.003-04:002008-11-03T15:07:26.747-05:00Smurfs taste good<div><div>Helen got into a bag of acrylic craft paints I had ready for our Halloween party Friday. I wish I hadn't been so mad when I first found her because it would have been a great picture. It wasn't until I got her into the tub, the potatoes boiling over on the stove off the eye, keeping Brian from stepping in the blue puddle on the floor as he came in the door (unaware of the madness), and trying to determine whether or not to call poison control (all happening in three minutes), that I realized how hilarious this whole situation was! So you get the muted version.</div><div> </div><div>Way to go Helen...it looks like you murdered Papa Smurf.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263173993637098434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8g6m8SuyAZZ8IXl0pzrxWkTcuBGOQsM3f9bWDUXpI1unVwsRRk5A35UUlBE_ctJbAraqi8URMPjbT6VqjpCNkOlyL6I5I6KWPNKPE9PQ5ClOiRyAbDSsCNI9D9B4_KbrjEihow0X-cIef/s320/Blue+Paint+003.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263173989114287586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDj1-O-nTvjDBeADdhtOhWCxF9AQueT0jzEeEae5J2evrILltruBFPPE-vxrvTdf2ApWXAsJohcaUDliZFuXa7XQi_c2eRaXxgVV-jAfSE6DA2qUVqsNbzHD5QuFzOk4fmPLLzq8oa5bu/s320/Blue+Paint+005.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263173998560388354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUh64IcKeJoB-bUz6_3lft429zcZalliH9hSNRHYChfhNmme10Y6pOlT8ifBdayRVYnQHXyGcgwsbC0_ekrkd0-gdqyl8xfpoEPbhBeAIwgHr8C-NMUQqcNU04dS9C7Q61kCJ2bWJm1Twa/s320/Blue+Paint+002.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-23418573201389730072008-10-21T22:59:00.005-04:002008-10-21T23:26:29.796-04:00Flippin and FlowinJust a fun pic of Helen and Daddy flipping. Helen climbs up, then she holds herself upside down for a few seconds and then flips over, landing on her feet. They have such fun! She loves to flip and ride our backs...or shoulders.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZ99SSkWo5IGdheSIEeTj8UPvb0PXZGrTjDFGj92OW5ydcsArMmmXtQ1rCELXPL4oyxceWWSOKxYJ1TianiQUuFOMEqFSaYbldV6Cl2zrRrY0taupbnByMQiwjc1GX8q2AUPgLPLnAgtQ/s1600-h/family+fun+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259807879096735906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZ99SSkWo5IGdheSIEeTj8UPvb0PXZGrTjDFGj92OW5ydcsArMmmXtQ1rCELXPL4oyxceWWSOKxYJ1TianiQUuFOMEqFSaYbldV6Cl2zrRrY0taupbnByMQiwjc1GX8q2AUPgLPLnAgtQ/s320/family+fun+003.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Something funny that happened today:<br /><br />Brian called the house to chat for a second about this and that. I let Helen talk to him for a few seconds. She put the phone up to her head and because her mouth was so close to it, Brian couldn't understand. He said, "Helen, I can't understand you baby, hold your mouth away from the phone a little bit." Well, she gives me the phone and proceeds to physically HOLD her mouth with her hand. She grabbed her bottom jaw and walked away! LOL! HAHAH! Bless her sweet innocence.<br /><br /><br />Something funny that happened last week while I was keeping Nathan:<br /><br />We are in the process of potty training. Helen has a small potty in her bathroom, but sometimes she likes to use the big potty. This particular time, she wanted to use the big potty when I took her to the bathroom. Of course, Nathan was in tow. As I was pulling down Helen's pants to put her up there, Nathan tells me that he has to peepee too! Since Helen was on the big potty, I told Nathan to wait just a second for Helen to finish or to use the little potty. Well, he wanted to do NEITHER. He HAD to peepee right then and in the big potty. So Helen had just gotten settled on the potty when Nathan immediately drops his drawers and proceeds to walk up to the same toilet to pee. Note he is <em>just barely</em> too short that he is unable to position "his parts" correctly to ring it. So as I finish saying, "wait just a second or use the little potty," he has a steady stream a flowin'. So whilest I am keeping Helen from being peed on and from falling INTO the toilet, I am deflecting pee (with the not-so-free hand) from getting all over the floor, the bathtub, and Nathan. All this going on at once...you can imagine how it turned out. Yep: Pee on the tub, pee on the floor, pee on Helen, a little bit IN the toilet, and A LOT OF IT ON ME! That potty break took quite a bit longer than the norm. All I could think of during this entire encounter was Brian and Leslie's childhood story I like to call "Just Scoot Up." HAHA! What a day.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Guess it could be worse.<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812889707805506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEk-WXGiQ7pYT6h3boPlB61oAaL-BM95ungyyRbb4ZOqDEw9O9iU4CxdmYFUfVeZx4CFhJETr04w_o9J1cotRowRVHYOb_kfMlL9yL63Tyq2FyeoJCN8gyXpK3er91UIfeEU-153DNRmuC/s320/Being+Silly+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-30561613102724163002008-10-07T22:07:00.004-04:002008-10-07T23:41:59.376-04:00Two words: Daddy time.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDD-CZHulWYPmOF3hNRIPV7paTRSEfbTMnmkhIml0jCV2T9LIcaxFZbS22oN2jRR11znOimkZj6KQwM6tvHyCb4iZoPpm9Du6CmuqwTqI9_JAe-ATN7hVY1dUCOL8ihu9LaBb6zHRf8BN7/s1600-h/New+UA+T-Shirt+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254602364351647474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDD-CZHulWYPmOF3hNRIPV7paTRSEfbTMnmkhIml0jCV2T9LIcaxFZbS22oN2jRR11znOimkZj6KQwM6tvHyCb4iZoPpm9Du6CmuqwTqI9_JAe-ATN7hVY1dUCOL8ihu9LaBb6zHRf8BN7/s400/New+UA+T-Shirt+009.jpg" border="0" /></a>See next post also!<br /><br /><div><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /> </div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-4392067165357116322008-10-07T21:49:00.009-04:002008-10-07T23:42:34.438-04:00Nathan, Emily, and Helen....a Saturday full of blessings.It happens some weeks when Ty <u>and</u> Leslie have to work Saturday shifts at their jobs. With their industries, sometimes it calls for working a Saturday. However, when they work the same Saturday, we get to spend time with Nathan. Helen loves it for sure. She has a little buddy to hang with.<br /><br />This Saturday was one of those days. I have attached a few photos that I took of them. There weren't many good ones because they wouldn't hold still long enough to get one. However, these are some of the better shots:<br /><br />After the first hour of bringing out the <u>first</u> half of Helen's toys...all in the living room...they got a little hungry and stopped to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and eat a snack. Notice the glass has been removed from our coffee table (permenantly). Helen loves to sit inside the recesses and so does Nathan. It was actually his idea (a year ago) while they were living with us. He loved to be in the table to watch his toons. Guess he still does. (That cute green chair never gets any lovin.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoia4eRDJgskk-_gj51GJHFQ_smLjffN_SQBWmeJLVShBVDIqEIQEfwY9VYHS657MLnggTPXzYUrtHnr2NOACKQl6DLZ1nipX0kQOK81amwoMqEnDA_TA1ADnsdw9FKeQeV6PwzPa-M2Zf/s1600-h/Being+Silly+020.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254616740794681954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoia4eRDJgskk-_gj51GJHFQ_smLjffN_SQBWmeJLVShBVDIqEIQEfwY9VYHS657MLnggTPXzYUrtHnr2NOACKQl6DLZ1nipX0kQOK81amwoMqEnDA_TA1ADnsdw9FKeQeV6PwzPa-M2Zf/s320/Being+Silly+020.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />For some reason, everything had to be on his head. And if it was something that he thought he could put on his head, but wasn't able to get it on his head, he would bring it to me and <u>ask me</u> to put it on his head. LOL! I don't know what that means, but it sure was funny. He made all kinds of things into hats.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254596515491459458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvO_eBJX649yIAb_oa9XSYlHldXqoG3r2x_OcNnNbKcX18raMWUJVGYLbD-hvZXQzSZ7WF-m8_ws7j3IVBRxYp7myeWQiuUCBR7mEO1D46Xmhgff0V71ZAgaa8NdAFOzJfjuGULhWVJJgd/s320/Being+Silly+017.jpg" border="0" /> The calm before the second storm...the rest of the toys came out fast after the snack. Grapes and Multi-grain Cherrios....MM!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOj4Wo1bqKS30vDeHXgINS1O3KAkPLE-lGCPMea3-9rBxA0FKxmOMxdsqk7MNCHuIDx4W_ulOLlAnqZB2OXh2k-AcgVEeHsqO2zyPibU92547EyiKY67dswGfOp8WKtMkDJc8JN1uoQFX/s1600-h/Being+Silly+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254599914089549458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxOj4Wo1bqKS30vDeHXgINS1O3KAkPLE-lGCPMea3-9rBxA0FKxmOMxdsqk7MNCHuIDx4W_ulOLlAnqZB2OXh2k-AcgVEeHsqO2zyPibU92547EyiKY67dswGfOp8WKtMkDJc8JN1uoQFX/s320/Being+Silly+018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Nathan was only with us for three hours, then I loaded him up to take him back to Leslie. I went to get my "hair did" and came back come with another visitor: EMILY! She's a friend from church whom I tutor on occasion in math. She's such a bright student, but sometimes gets a little fumbled. Maybe her teacher goes too fast, but once she gets it, she's got it.<br /><br />We had lunch, came home, studied for a few hours, and before her ride arrived, we played around with the camera.<br /><br /><div align="center">So photogenic! Isn't she so gorgeous!<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254614309116308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNl0ZW-e9TQUpS-Rw9LgSun7-3zrUuAVfRHxuCMWhlPW4MQa2P2Cqdsbnqk6cfh5_hTuL0idEUus9FwfEUAOSrdwvg7bmbi3qiPMS5d-nc_cH09v-idxIwYIZ91NDk0DltKXgg7nUyWFoX/s320/Being+Silly+002.jpg" border="0" /> <div align="center">She tries to make silly faces.....<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jmpB2CBH3lvnZNV393WCz-kycI7sqD3Oe8z7QMFQy7oyC-qB3Hd-XeQw-EWZeEHaCPTMEyQU760JNwjBFCRHO8jZ2UL_8LVp0dCkzFws4SePhEIsiNFzWv2aPWsHDi_fETBGuNGcoTAn/s1600-h/Being+Silly+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254596507872443490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9jmpB2CBH3lvnZNV393WCz-kycI7sqD3Oe8z7QMFQy7oyC-qB3Hd-XeQw-EWZeEHaCPTMEyQU760JNwjBFCRHO8jZ2UL_8LVp0dCkzFws4SePhEIsiNFzWv2aPWsHDi_fETBGuNGcoTAn/s320/Being+Silly+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">...but not matter what she does...she's still pretty.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254614311771925154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidgJoHsbviZviYgNEl51DUNTjMit_qty-IoDhTYTaNF_ty9DinhwMpQ3cXg3jwJnbhhUN60XPPBxY8P6vZv2p1iciwMvyzJkVwBRCkKJ8Waw-a_QDxAMJjZFF2myVHCHlAOeHhsVgWWVFk/s320/Being+Silly+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Helen came in and wanted to have some fun with us too. She LOVES Emily because she's so energetic and her personality is magnetic! She actually babysits Helen when we have the need. They played around on the kitchen floors for several minutes. I kept trying to get a good shot of Helen. Then Emily wanted me to try to get a shot of her head and Helen too. Um....well, it worked...but something just isn't right about it. Helen sure is cute.<br /></div><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2r13vS5Z3p9-fOMipIA97LLM7lb4ijiX8s5bjYCeiaJqiSPnzORTVlVaTjRsIlW0NhpzJJ5_Gdje57V4gXqpyETpTzGAzBQEaYX53LyJ3mS5UIcwCDKema4IdUnWiwaZ4WFDZO5FpZWkA/s1600-h/Being+Silly+007.jpg"></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254599906883129538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcBphmA_a_MFapRC6aq-YeuCZLve505fR7jW1Cl6Ui7jtOfqMqxOAoiPlK5gu9vx6ALRAjLZl8ig3BCt89AAn0G9P2-IcttVM1_AOixZ0PNMRN60rnXpHu_p6nIjyupbmuU0UyPLlocaA/s320/Being+Silly+022.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" /></p>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-9593284849625324852008-09-18T09:44:00.011-04:002008-10-07T23:43:53.492-04:00A visit to Grandmom's and four band-aids later.I went to visit my grandmother in Birmingham his past Friday. I stayed with her and then had plans to go to my ONLY sister's first child's baby shower on Saturday. Friday was an enjoyable day with my grandmother and her husband, my mom and step-dad, my uncle, a friend, and, of course, Helen! We played and laughed with Helen for hours. We even went shopping for a new pair of shoes for Helen to wear to the shower. I was SOOOO excited, having planned to go for weeks.<br /><br />Unfortunatley, after dinner on Friday night, I began to feel a little tightness in my tummy. I thought it was indigestion. I decided to go to bed and didn't sleep a wink. Tightness became ache, and ache became pressure, and pressure became pain. By midnight, I'd had enough. I called my mom and we decided it was best that we go to the ER.<br /><br />At the ER, they took blood, but determined that everything was fine...except for my obvious pain. They wouldn't do an ultrasound due to that it was a Saturday and there was no immediate need or emergency. One would think a doctor would want to know for sure what was causing my pain, but not this one. So he gave me pain meds, saying it was "probably" my gall bladder, and sent me on my way. He told me to see my family doctor when I got back home. (How he thought I could physically drive home....I'll never know)<br /><br />We got back to grandmom's about 6am to rest, but I couldn't, as the pain meds hadn't started working. Moma went home to rest. Little did I know that she would call an hour or so later, to tell me that she would be driving me back to GA. WOW. What a mom!!<br /><br />She got Helen up, fed her some breakfast, and got her dressed. Then, she packed up and loaded all of mine and Helen's things into my van. Keeping in mind she's still had only a few hours of sleep, she gets all of us in the van and off we ride to GA....a four hour trip barring there are no stops. (Of course, with Helen potty training, we stopped several times)<br /><br />The trip went well! The Lord kept us safe and without delays all the way home.<br /><br />I was able to get an appointment with my doctor first thing Monday morning. By then, the pain had subsided (without pain meds), but as soon as the Doc pushed on my abdomen, she pretty much confirmed the ER's hypothesis that it was a gall bladder attack. She immediately called the lab and got me an appointment for an ultrasound. They confirmed that there was in fact a stone and infection (why the blood work in the ER didn't show infection, i don't know). So off to the surgeon's office for formality's sake.<br /><br />Surgery to remove the gall bladder was scheduled for Wednesday (yesterday). It's long name is called laparoscopic "cholecystectomy" *co-lee-sist-ECK-toe-mee*. I don't remember anything after I left Brian, other than the nurse was nice and gave me a warm blanket...yeah...right out of the toaster! I woke up with cotton mouth, four band-aids on my tummy, and feeling as if I'd done 10,000 sit-ups while sleeping! Pretty good, huh? I felt way better than I did in the ER 4 days prior!<br /><br />Gotta love American technological advancements! After they removed the organ, they found that the stone was actually blocking the exit to my pancreas and that the actual gall bladder was only filled with infection. I'm so thankful that I got rid of that thing before the stone made it's way into my pancreas. I think we all know what a detriment that could have been!<br /><br />They say I'll feel better in 48-72 hours! And I believe it! Even without the narcotics I feel pretty good! Thank the good Lord for a successful surgery! Thank you to the seven wonderful people who came to visit me before they took me to surgery: Larry, Essie Mae, Harry, Mary Alice, Richard, Pat, and Tommy. It means so much that they came! Thank you also to my wonderful husband for being with me through this whole thing and for making me feel comfortable and cherished. Thanks to my mom too for the unending list of helps and for being at home taking care of my sweet Helen when I couldn't. (I'm sure it was hard work being with her grandbaby for days...lol)<br /><br />Thanks for all your prayers and thoughts!<br /><br />I can't leave you without a picture, so see it below. (second post for the day...see next) Have a great weekend everyone!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Two people I miss so much....Lori and Kim.</div><div align="center">They always make me smile!<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247380368927076674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6NWuHvMKTkJYOlV1E-gVAOjHYXJ7Ck6nlmw9sdAznxHK_fFNxTa_jFk2WPLR94R2SbQD_qt2cHIy2mIwjfk7TMXVM-E-sq9IJiyXz1HU1DGLuLDRon7AtH0YSIksWb1ecQPPAAVecoPy/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+170.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-8826687212617385762008-09-18T09:44:00.005-04:002008-09-18T09:56:21.374-04:00RAH RAH REE.....GOOOOOO TEALE!Yall. Check out this new blog layout! That Teale has done it again! I asked her to make a layout suitable for that picture of Helen, and she got it perfectly! Wow. She's the best! If any of you need help with designing a fabulous blog layout.... <a href="http://tealesdigidesigns.blogspot.com/">see Teale</a>. She'll work with you to make it perfect for your personality. It's awesome that she just "knows" what you want just by asking a few questions. Could she be design-psychic?<br /><br />Nah...she's just GOOD! (And, she just had a beautiful baby girl!!)<br /><br />P.s. I have a new post below about the beach trip<br /><br /><img src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristybgsigcopy.jpg" />Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4499354768024881647.post-47979992627591207772008-09-16T05:05:00.017-04:002008-09-18T06:26:53.473-04:00Beach Trip 2008<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkN5bAGxPTdmjRKE2syRP2fCCuumDiYzAPgG4PTNKZeTdX-a1abv-FTY2AqXYjs2UgYjz4cJPVYmFal_0VDvs1aqE3LE4DYkNJRbQsf405qx263Hp-ztngt8pVPYACGBAE2dQFeyjwGnd/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+220.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246782429123047810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZkN5bAGxPTdmjRKE2syRP2fCCuumDiYzAPgG4PTNKZeTdX-a1abv-FTY2AqXYjs2UgYjz4cJPVYmFal_0VDvs1aqE3LE4DYkNJRbQsf405qx263Hp-ztngt8pVPYACGBAE2dQFeyjwGnd/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+220.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Orange Beach, Alabama...aaah. Nice! I love the beautiful beaches there and the laid back atmosphere. We usually go in late summer or early fall after all the nutty kids have gone back to school! This year's beach trip was so beautiful. The beaches were so clean, and the water was so clear. Even the jellyfish stayed away so that Helen could get in the ocean. (as a side note from a previous post, Helen called her swimming pool "Daddy's water") When we went to the gulf, I wanted her to know the difference, so we called the ocean "God's water" and she seemed to understand that. </div><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246552235891433154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiay12GLkv4cu1BokLejmAJJ9P_2alGHahB3lk8R0v56lY6R_GVB9jQfhRZ8lCPGoyxyN2ohOqpgExXVGiRm8gR9XcCcVA5g1elMxaHOBUSi-eypKpubNvnG2R6qpp2bXofQitsVoP7Nooo/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+207.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246552233730635410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3OAFMxsgc14NF-fYqbn72IjX1rG7SzT4koSfyct-EJh4Qs4Hw9C41Z-fxuZJIUHjjpYW2FZLD4lGjzj3mRUn8lhRcVqOQCynikl46wSPiitkeO2Lza2PXp4Omp8g9wlniCWznSdFxWhRB/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+198.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246548938835477682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCyPb4SfodmoIItbAnotzK7aukXCnqSkEUvUombmucmWubx0EEgqhtp9lidU4s5_UEvONBdORtDFaW4KvAp-2E55mrgWeMASus9BVbGOwKCqvP0PnFx6Rb9JJzmRQTnSkT8S7ertguSEg/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /><br />The trip had two legs. The first leg was to Notasulga to drop off Nathan to PawPaw and Mimi's house and spend the night to start our second leg the next day to the beaches. On the way down, the kiddies got a little restless! We sang songs and at the last few miles, all we could think of to do was to make silly faces and "bobbing heads" to the music on the radio. Here are the pics of all of us sticking our tongues out, then of the head banging. (because head bobbing is a motion, none of us really look like we are doing anything! LOL)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XC7cc1dmTkuAt7hM3tMz6JX2UBCgsUhJTnt2F8nGMV_g2eu9OmweYMZ1X5B12ftbxLiLLPf_9I6q8mO1bKZVZq18HtGQu6eqOXC5S4yfkycKklFp79U2JwHvduZ07MersDbhwHAcVbYb/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+221.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246766997291625394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_XC7cc1dmTkuAt7hM3tMz6JX2UBCgsUhJTnt2F8nGMV_g2eu9OmweYMZ1X5B12ftbxLiLLPf_9I6q8mO1bKZVZq18HtGQu6eqOXC5S4yfkycKklFp79U2JwHvduZ07MersDbhwHAcVbYb/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+221.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVv4l9wpTGtBhdnAfwXOy2rv5rvJyZCJTOAgu7nkPsuZeceARyuYBYXZKbK-MM05YyLHsALhleAuHuiAsUS-j-3ma5mUFteMxqB1HHcGlkRoysecx4LBeIWYClWU1YnYhYtzeZvmXi8aq/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+219.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246767003152876658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVv4l9wpTGtBhdnAfwXOy2rv5rvJyZCJTOAgu7nkPsuZeceARyuYBYXZKbK-MM05YyLHsALhleAuHuiAsUS-j-3ma5mUFteMxqB1HHcGlkRoysecx4LBeIWYClWU1YnYhYtzeZvmXi8aq/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+219.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qxNQGGpPm4Se3iYjY8Cpq7gPPwTmRxEUlRd5_LaBltiwct5TdOV4Ssmvyx9UgFXqLkTHjOGE-zfk2ElZH1o1mxkJt2O14xJaRr0iS6vPPp0UpMfP0jcIFCvkQqv1uJqLBKSMje7X2pQf/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246767006215440850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qxNQGGpPm4Se3iYjY8Cpq7gPPwTmRxEUlRd5_LaBltiwct5TdOV4Ssmvyx9UgFXqLkTHjOGE-zfk2ElZH1o1mxkJt2O14xJaRr0iS6vPPp0UpMfP0jcIFCvkQqv1uJqLBKSMje7X2pQf/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+224.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_y6VT_7zXYwId8PtQDaf02J8MNoKCHix3t2hKtKXx-t7e0Sc_8FT8ILGrx251vNHWm_H57LKuRx83NyzCiWWaFvGwWB8UdFcpsOKq_vAPv9MzuS8pkW8XqN9WQNLWlKPgnjGa-M6MExR/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+218.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246767017698713682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ_y6VT_7zXYwId8PtQDaf02J8MNoKCHix3t2hKtKXx-t7e0Sc_8FT8ILGrx251vNHWm_H57LKuRx83NyzCiWWaFvGwWB8UdFcpsOKq_vAPv9MzuS8pkW8XqN9WQNLWlKPgnjGa-M6MExR/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+218.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvHBFIEdPWCAkvXCxkQhVYZvxNjxIJoT4r4_Vx7UYlL8bMoxqpC3YzytEK6nu020DxtIv0MnUFBOf2OtsA-qGMdycOzMgqJKGo2SxtWXq-CkbeWKvaYMAvRaArRyOGZS746dnaT6hpEUn/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+229.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246771173214232018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqvHBFIEdPWCAkvXCxkQhVYZvxNjxIJoT4r4_Vx7UYlL8bMoxqpC3YzytEK6nu020DxtIv0MnUFBOf2OtsA-qGMdycOzMgqJKGo2SxtWXq-CkbeWKvaYMAvRaArRyOGZS746dnaT6hpEUn/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+229.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWovJJn9psLyWVOapGmltyMcXfa3-uTDWollaQj8fSB6VcrHEhD9VIRMLxrCwUoHdp5wfds8Rvax0chhNuNeqFra9W9c0cu8RkYt5U_AyYlUFDeQw-W40gCkCYXRe1C1LrkJipztauONK/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+227.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246771160617416706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNWovJJn9psLyWVOapGmltyMcXfa3-uTDWollaQj8fSB6VcrHEhD9VIRMLxrCwUoHdp5wfds8Rvax0chhNuNeqFra9W9c0cu8RkYt5U_AyYlUFDeQw-W40gCkCYXRe1C1LrkJipztauONK/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+227.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICwil_Kc5mx9hyGul6gTLfdjd-b3dbnYpbaZ_jtg3o4oAV5etInlz_nXrsuvyf0Nlu_Ce2xnj16ONPqq22HD8HMEVuhaWp4daePrDuUZjIzde4ZAtNg1g4jzDfWrCbIhhCqm97EC24yVC/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+228.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246771167678484226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiICwil_Kc5mx9hyGul6gTLfdjd-b3dbnYpbaZ_jtg3o4oAV5etInlz_nXrsuvyf0Nlu_Ce2xnj16ONPqq22HD8HMEVuhaWp4daePrDuUZjIzde4ZAtNg1g4jzDfWrCbIhhCqm97EC24yVC/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+228.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtsciQiJEpJYTvFlsJ-zFmBPBWi6rB6xANwu4g0kPlVTTLCT5kZ07qfgmlw_rxmhZOT_8BaSiCmv32d00qan3s5aa3Wekh_TP-eWMoKDqDGtKL64mQAnWbX69Ms08TVGLok6kAwuXxwR2/s1600-h/Beach+Trip+2008+232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246771181314191970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtsciQiJEpJYTvFlsJ-zFmBPBWi6rB6xANwu4g0kPlVTTLCT5kZ07qfgmlw_rxmhZOT_8BaSiCmv32d00qan3s5aa3Wekh_TP-eWMoKDqDGtKL64mQAnWbX69Ms08TVGLok6kAwuXxwR2/s200/Beach+Trip+2008+232.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />That night for bath time the kids wanted bubbles....well I gave them bubbles! There was more bubbles than water! LOL They had a blast. But Nathan REEEEEALLY liked it! Here's the funniest shot!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246774568016665138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-DORANCUjuN0HKWIvdV8mJZQEB-RvN9tXeLLB0vv7ZNL5hmSKF9fEoMZ9kCqTNVrW1OeGwplVWfHW96acgjvI0QmYqUz7ivRyqkM5Kd_qoVZE5orfdBUl2pl1lBP7XT3O43RKHrNOzTWq/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+011.jpg" border="0" /><br />We went with Brian's brother Eric and his wife Haley - two super, wonderful, sweet people! We all came in on Friday, but Saturday was our first day to play. Most of the morning, Haley and I played with Helen at the beach and in the ocean. I'm not sure if Helen ever really understood why the water wouldn't stay still. She knew that the waves would come in but didn't undestand why they didn't stop. She stood at the water's edge for a while just kinda looking at it while she sunk further into the sand. She didn't like that at all, but she didn't care until she realized she couldn't get her feet out! LOL! Of course I was standing with her, but it was funny to see her trying to pull herself out. She played a while in the sand with the sand castle stuff, but she mostly spent her time trying to put as much of the beach sand back into the ocean as she could. She'd run and throw as much goopy sand that she could hold with as much force as her arms could thrust into the ocean. She probably did that for twenty minutes without stopping!<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246548941282975234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNBqz1hWceGV5BMIeT3HA8CQLzdJcfaKrFteVbvybMAWjEsUVPwuG6EhqZy8iCCJkdi9ozwkedbmUvlOTSBisuTcKzZwzq010m7auRsnn5WSp1QCR44s7uvttS83iOLc0IeEZxICSO2irC/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246548952870151746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTynjGOA-_nclhKCifdnCJvTOfq3GkQrKevfVXVy5RnEAYEdNGFko2TNcVB370QosFRq6hFcaMIacyAvyRyHFgB6oobb03zg-aSS_TkAFowFAkLzvgvRT9VC6RZsZDmo45T0Lnv8tI5Z9Q/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /><br />The pools at the condo were fun too! Helen enjoyed the "walk-in" pool. Helen played in this most of the time. There was also a kiddie pool for the little ones, only a foot and a half deep all over, with a giant mushroom waterfall at one end. Helen liked the pool, but didn't care much for the shroom. Something about the water falling on her head she didn't like. We tried it with her several times to show her that it wouldn't hurt her, but she fussed, so we just let her swim.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246552247607704690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjriro5Y25XoDr8Pge1SFT8lLKRsvvLTIa2PiHHlelZ7hQTUUcsSPxqnkNfF27qlUdaplh_ZDdGtaL22MWoqKykCRhzd56Z1uPEjqMTORRgilxYi0RRbHrd2-3Myvzvh2SHLDhNrOg7BBjk/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+066.jpg" border="0" /><br />She couldn't quite understand the innertube, but she left it on long enough to get a picture.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550390948586306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDC9JTm3vsyeOfq08-C1aNoS0tR06c7pi2hpWnvKpRCo9_DyH-NAw7TF-Lw8b-Hy77sPksT1bLquHhwdmOvLwS-22ISPKuuArKUxdk-QVuKhNAQBv0Kk3wPsB6-ifKeYfvQvk3ttSyD194/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+140.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246548946634798370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKG6Gtxyl3ibFy5O35bnOHh3IbaIjh_5OMmk3Qi0kRvd6rCN0JcIBRLaVMLj_5THsekJwDMzGAlLLr5GTVUBVpT852WgYAH2Jv6rP3sWvBQSB2w7Bizha3h6Cj6ech0hLbNv_5fNEuJ4p/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550384962344098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5XAHpJKdOAQdhBV_4Brt25CEfL9llfSJKHDvIV99pCun5lNfGLDFFse1qh4Y3-ebxfCVmGuq3AQe9uvX6QiF-pUUEXwoCewfr7pad19XDFE3zTOWy_0nLTuNjfs2lbKMcn3DtoZBZwT5e/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+069.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246548958217520274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8kV5aENr224k1gaoBZp2QOQbemKe85hinZF62CNY66VHzWj7JHZRnYMlwJN2CpdBcb7Yr9UpOfAEC6uLgoPnzNrF9tv7xwUDBSa0h4iu-OFzVm_SRq_vQmXWhpRohDo-VO08hGGaaiy1g/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /> This was a fun fountain pond thingy for the kids to play in. The fountains would come up and go down. Helen bent down to look where the water went and when it came back on it hit her in the face! HAHAHA! (I mean, poor girl!)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246552240523440098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih46n32yGz_bhEj54Izm1cfLeIoUoBBs30Z7cOAjyVUug09WFUmJVK-jW0lTKlbHd6jrWDWNto51a2mctSUxW4gVYrFK7tvFTgh8lZN5c-NWY1JdlCgUkE_AEEA-yzNihI0k9Z377tB0-I/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+049.jpg" border="0" /><br />We ate lots of seafood, but mostly at The Original Oyster House. Man, that place is good! This is a picture where Helen was looking at a big boat coming in or a bird...or something. Doesn't she look just like her daddy!!! That face is all Brian! <br /></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550399489521506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs0ibt6of0bKbQ4F-9meMdQ8Xhwetb_tWyq30PkKh0SX-SViPJOrLz3CrH4pK_AWAlkL2XVxl2ZyYhQI_LYUcx60kgKlWt9KOqjYNb2sOepeRyQ2jX992GLncpvaikH2bjZkAodNyZFpbF/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+151.jpg" border="0" /><br />I think the best seafood we had was actually homemade at Haley's mom's house. Helen calls her Ms. Angel. They had a big shrimp broil with corn cobs and potatoes and sausage! OH...it was "slap yo' mama good!" Everything was wonderful! They had a little pond out back where some ducks had taken up residence. Helen loved to watch the ducks. She says "cack cack cack!" She's not quite gotten the "Quah" sound! <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246550397136420450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7tR5HlHTIju6vtvTxisJUdSSF__3QhrnMSJGKykriIEcxc-a3g9Z6MBwjW0A424HfBNGxDLXCtj6sSNAY8JE6j7Or0te6-a_FeLPKMqY3J8psHJTj5N8u94tPBRZCZHvukqw_PnMon2X2/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+148.jpg" border="0" /> <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246785022037646114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdBkYBIVRBEpf959avm2Nodn2Kk4_-bPJH0cLqemj5GdBSSPyGJ-fKrxnpoLJEmwe4ZDz1BsbuxrW2ohvlV9ZYknOwcWqDraDvovzV1AYxjDRS6LlO7iL6MkqBbn-By3ClD9YDz2j_R2u/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+143.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246778884167003938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeDarONdoEIR3eZ7dhA9ubdSiDfIJf7wPfyLHZdt9AHPZuvwaUQDfNYQz-WLTNjD39Pc_ik06SyIOy28h97xJ5Hl7H4JbvAp-DzILLB1FXaUvZQk3J_AoM7579rZb0Lr8yU8Crq81rijKA/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+141.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246778893510702386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhbxp_yi7NdUo861281Z_OagLwgGq_NCvmxRghjGVlF6PoXyiC80YZznOBUFQwkGx2xH8nKYZ1JQ0ojEHizbf0kqtubNcQrnjausF3vJeiB70T4ctLydlw6a4YXZyjnvAO0ViUOqpAUsKS/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+146.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br />Sadly, we only spend a couple of days in Orange Beach because Gustav chased us away. But maybe later in the year we can go back before it gets too cool. Although, once a year is about all that I can get Brian to go to the beach. He's not much for it. He'd rather be at the lake. For me it's the atmosphere. I love everything about it, from the sand and the smell of the ocean, to the people and the fun little shops, from the fresh seafood to the endless starry skies. Ah.. It makes me relax just thinking about it! :)<br /><br />I hope you all have had a fabulous summer. I hope you enjoy the pictures...more below.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246552874381393138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sKlerKCjct6OLogNb6cwjSzmdgb2ofyK20ekIbEiXCbFfpoyHJTNF-Rd__c3QahpZhQYuEzqTg1QrujEPTGJU91wQSeaojU5vNGcodEUrgyTLW79atqQbTFdPd9u1YfWMQLExBwRQzHf/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+142.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246781024086902626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTNY9-_ZYWSdumoNwJ8ybOsmWt5GRTERPG44f8f5LQnlEuEzTxazurQG75MPkg9l8PemhlnNsTx2tvUoB1iQM-Yhu0vYEjinE7kxUfVLB8lXECtH9Ek87BgL2DOQqEjJ0FakpkKjzf08yX/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+128.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246781030406547362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjctov4ZGsDNJZZccnkuA6cSgLtzahiV8JGLEav4iK6vYHXHYgel-h7mu1znTnJLyi6_YXGGmx7d7-cFlZyQRSFEJiBA_BvVIULlePhitYZN61ksrhNHaCLZraOS48EKTRPsZf3ttKVrWyB/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+195.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246782428220027506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXuEMO6MMV9XVvw1KpfHF2_4KZnQy6bwR3UZgAhN6lf35JCfLMg1kjwx8qm7Mg5P-vqYSRj4CU_nkTSGa_xHmlZxQJL2n1IbDO9_9BkJZR8sQCNpsn_lk89sxkG91asoKIAoQITNUnVmPm/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+191.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246782433525628290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDFb3I2Szv9Gjf99KVlTRRnFCnjPBVCPr2MxwcoDCTbmpUhNwCsrYAr5zEyDgmmeMgSTzEUXSkCYGn7zyWxlukwyld94EKsm7SpGTUaNK-4maSCyngbb-QHDNd9e80yjnlz28rcBcRRbC/s320/Beach+Trip+2008+231.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img alt="tealesdigidesigns@gmail.com" src="http://i273.photobucket.com/albums/jj229/tealesdigidesigns/kristysignaturecopy.jpg" border="0" /> </p>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09917916026997930755noreply@blogger.com11