tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71953760544174562252024-02-06T19:18:26.662-08:00Adventures In MotherhoodMy life has been an adventure. When I had my daughter I thought all my adventure's would cease. A friend (my sister) explained to me that this is my new adventure. Being a mother. I hope to settle my heart and dreams by writting and capturing my new adventure in motherhood. This will make you laugh, cry, and most of all inspire you to be adventurous in your motherhood.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-19684419668081917752010-04-12T15:45:00.000-07:002010-04-12T15:56:32.786-07:00Easter Celebations.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwdKAeyYRs8ZOtST8v0qBXnx91dUpQrRPm34JLDjzO1fcF1v1WC9WhGh28JHsBUcgtMxyZNojmSDd4vPrsbZpAuEe1mk1yp0UeAVAyfH2Z7Ajbp1FW-zoNRQKBZl2_m83ff_V9NN3WUgl/s1600/DSC_3383.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwdKAeyYRs8ZOtST8v0qBXnx91dUpQrRPm34JLDjzO1fcF1v1WC9WhGh28JHsBUcgtMxyZNojmSDd4vPrsbZpAuEe1mk1yp0UeAVAyfH2Z7Ajbp1FW-zoNRQKBZl2_m83ff_V9NN3WUgl/s320/DSC_3383.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459388267400580402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYO_HZmdMb5Ug8uhulyIFX9hlf183b3wXiGZgCH6MMLD9IWdCH5nOUXNpvrpCIfZGBUaHnAXm1t6Oe-xgc__ZwX-AwbjXqwFAFgte0H_OBM1_LvJOKXEqCn6NojoUDWpbTmy7xPGaSMPy/s1600/DSC_3395.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXYO_HZmdMb5Ug8uhulyIFX9hlf183b3wXiGZgCH6MMLD9IWdCH5nOUXNpvrpCIfZGBUaHnAXm1t6Oe-xgc__ZwX-AwbjXqwFAFgte0H_OBM1_LvJOKXEqCn6NojoUDWpbTmy7xPGaSMPy/s320/DSC_3395.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459386548377966914" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Easter this year was so much fun. Trinity had great fun searching for Easter Eggs. I don't know who had more fun. It was perfect weather, and she looked so cute in her Easter Dress. She collected a total of 24 eggs, and never got tired of it. Just a few pictures to show off. It was hard to decide from all the ones I took. Above is me pregnant at 23 weeks with our son. Still working on a name. Ryan and I can't agree. </span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk4XlbsqJQO_qS-Uuh35mhF3nVkNKkmyi3V-uJxsr0HsuGQ0i9LFo_b7LKswHNncUq4Is8XUUWZm-DdlTUtJJ8IzMhCeobatWbT9DYs4-TuRfjzU54RqTJcWNPzTl0wguYZBIvRYicTydB/s1600/DSC_3383.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MfWdzsREQcRLB0ijILNPiYap_3zLeXOZ_bIeGsGGwmwBFky3YRAgYboIOU1m3gzK0km6COBxp8Hm8ORBAQot_6N3kVX9xAZ8P70r7MloyrK6UkgDHwbLErlVgav_fHZ1jtfg8UypO_Nc/s1600/DSC_3398.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1MfWdzsREQcRLB0ijILNPiYap_3zLeXOZ_bIeGsGGwmwBFky3YRAgYboIOU1m3gzK0km6COBxp8Hm8ORBAQot_6N3kVX9xAZ8P70r7MloyrK6UkgDHwbLErlVgav_fHZ1jtfg8UypO_Nc/s320/DSC_3398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459386538553742450" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-W3xKEXgkJi-J3yGRy3doN5iCZeIJCPuSdYZtI8_JWTq1ca-76PdFi9dRyXCbhOjbK5KbbC1xy2pj2kUpGcrF6bblW6n3Bo-udc8itQ2nFlXItLplqrIn6s6k4Nkxy9zUK5tBYcd1ifxx/s1600/DSC_3368.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-W3xKEXgkJi-J3yGRy3doN5iCZeIJCPuSdYZtI8_JWTq1ca-76PdFi9dRyXCbhOjbK5KbbC1xy2pj2kUpGcrF6bblW6n3Bo-udc8itQ2nFlXItLplqrIn6s6k4Nkxy9zUK5tBYcd1ifxx/s320/DSC_3368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459386532379255538" border="0" /></a>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-7607273084541113962010-02-02T10:02:00.001-08:002010-02-02T10:02:52.513-08:00Story timeToday was Trinity's first story time. I regret that I didn't think to bring my camera, but it is best if I wait and see if she will ever sit still at story time anyways. <br /><br />Yes, that is right, she was on the go constantly. Now to be fair she was the oldest and the only one capable of running around the room. Plus she is just coming of two weeks of being sick. Sooo... The lady teacher said it's fine to let her explore, after my struggle to get her to sit in my lap. (exhale) It's all new to her. I felt a little relief from that. She did pay attention to the songs and some of they playing times. She was more interested in reading the book herself then have the lady read it to her. Ahh so independent already!<br /><br />On another note she may just be a little artist. She was very much into the painted room in the wall. She took her finger and traced the lines of the flowers and such. I observed her go back and examine the wall over and over again. I would have to say that is what held her attention the most. <br /><br />Well we shall see how the following weeks go. I am looking forward to it. I am looking forward to see her progress and actually sit down! Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-73458996069063060252010-01-29T04:46:00.001-08:002010-01-29T04:51:38.037-08:00sick times<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xYrtYHVXBJhorC1iHHaROEf8QVHAJTZhzZ6gVyDgbA4XnnKMquHurSATVADDEVkUT71CYQqWXUyuDgt9bmfTgurmQ4jfx5WXMkyLu-99d7gctABPcPv_OceADRrUFfkdjHN9I72b1ec5/s1600-h/DSC_3174.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xYrtYHVXBJhorC1iHHaROEf8QVHAJTZhzZ6gVyDgbA4XnnKMquHurSATVADDEVkUT71CYQqWXUyuDgt9bmfTgurmQ4jfx5WXMkyLu-99d7gctABPcPv_OceADRrUFfkdjHN9I72b1ec5/s320/DSC_3174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432143265183666930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p9wStSqHiMH2jXn7lDqRJxvEI6np2V2brbY8Gf7hXHXKzzlydkW7qOWTQpH_PYhxfDyYa30T-O9k1EolotGZnTYcIS-1wIeMBMR4j0b20jUIIXWMAJOR5Lx0ph87N6zC3DTpHks4CDy_/s1600-h/DSC_3163.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3p9wStSqHiMH2jXn7lDqRJxvEI6np2V2brbY8Gf7hXHXKzzlydkW7qOWTQpH_PYhxfDyYa30T-O9k1EolotGZnTYcIS-1wIeMBMR4j0b20jUIIXWMAJOR5Lx0ph87N6zC3DTpHks4CDy_/s320/DSC_3163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432143267498392354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcxyFcpabF-1wfbRXHn1D-zHt7I1Ji2qdYHNLQewtyPiFOc69FgkxmakFU_QRwPvFJuKueT6mwzn3hNADxJJs29jqgyakyC0IXHsEyDF_mGS3k-TyBUqxYmaeVFpsX9ojWER-7Rwc5ZoX/s1600-h/DSC_3171.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggcxyFcpabF-1wfbRXHn1D-zHt7I1Ji2qdYHNLQewtyPiFOc69FgkxmakFU_QRwPvFJuKueT6mwzn3hNADxJJs29jqgyakyC0IXHsEyDF_mGS3k-TyBUqxYmaeVFpsX9ojWER-7Rwc5ZoX/s320/DSC_3171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432143257247368898" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well our family has been through a rough week. My lovely daughter managed to get pneumonia, and I managed to follow suit. Well not the pneumonia but the sick part. Being 13 weeks Pregnant did not help matters. I was miserable, plus concerned for Trinity's well being. At almost 100% today I am going to try and take some me time and scrapbook. Before I do that I will post some pictures of the fun we still managed to have while being sick.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-84750977722493620472009-12-15T06:22:00.000-08:002009-12-15T06:30:51.428-08:00Wake up ParentsWhy would anyone think this is okay for a7th grader to read? This is very disturbing to me. Please read this article if you are concerned about what is going on in their schools. I feel it is very important to get this out so that parents can be more aware of what they are putting onto your childrens hands for educational purposes.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: arial;"><a href="http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/12/14/obamas-safe-schools-czar-tied-lewd-readings/?test=latestnews">http://www.foxnews.com/politics/2009/12/14/obamas-safe-schools-czar-tied-lewd-readings/?test=latestnews</a><br /></span></span>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-40733573573851824802009-09-06T18:44:00.001-07:002009-09-06T18:57:01.083-07:00What happens when ahusband takes a class.Well it's official. My husband started a new semester. I didn't know what to do with the extra couple of hours so... We went to the park. We had a swing, and strolled along the park watching everything around us. Even Abby the Corgi got involved in the fun. Take a look.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7JAqsmkX_TXCKN1g1_tzb6COL8Rp6KPg-eVa-n5QbWWi1CAhbsEHI9X9wcqTlIKNcPLQmSSA_l7j9rWFAtHqQyaDxY7qrw4r4bG5dUYc4KBPHrj7UOzuZL2vnwWrikFCdJ_9eTlCLRGW/s1600-h/DSC_2060.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo7JAqsmkX_TXCKN1g1_tzb6COL8Rp6KPg-eVa-n5QbWWi1CAhbsEHI9X9wcqTlIKNcPLQmSSA_l7j9rWFAtHqQyaDxY7qrw4r4bG5dUYc4KBPHrj7UOzuZL2vnwWrikFCdJ_9eTlCLRGW/s320/DSC_2060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378537936856582002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiThTUk8sAKQOVicE7r5p6xeJyRGxEPSlgk89oZmALF-ZAPg9SDyGc7xdwWdfcxPDMvPNyjnL5Smky5S5GEVWtjxcx5t2x5QrKruRPvhJRUoEUsczR-Wc1-G1HlBnbnSoza9nnKtQboorqj/s1600-h/DSC_2056.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggkdJNz3yh7ewuK9QRrcfYm-u7rhlsPBlodKJM0H8Pbt7T09H314vJb4txqwou8y6kstXqP0_pq3GWs32h7Vx1djf86uvQpMkpD6c8sI8AR2y-7Jg9QSP1LlZ5p_DJpOyrnLOnjGsyKbFr/s320/DSC_2013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371746895034369154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZgKhbTk9PmLGCmbp73LVQ0FWwtGd5TRLizveDHSnINzKoxFfGHFClwnKCH_ahtLAZQtScd7M0p_bOdWYBvcUSUurnYKKaWSbCJoQZxTHnLV9AfXjl9lTif43GCQsHIHgJGPSkdHaW95f/s1600-h/DSC_2015.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyZgKhbTk9PmLGCmbp73LVQ0FWwtGd5TRLizveDHSnINzKoxFfGHFClwnKCH_ahtLAZQtScd7M0p_bOdWYBvcUSUurnYKKaWSbCJoQZxTHnLV9AfXjl9lTif43GCQsHIHgJGPSkdHaW95f/s320/DSC_2015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371746882358985650" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /><br /></span><br /><ul><li><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYKoZyVA0v4QndYR4-0IYdu9YtPrz1Dm1oURytG5G-WZtyXgXnU-hkc0dP7HgxjQtCmVGvtA8HZvmNL_Acge2SfL-5ECZ5RGHrknE95ZqV7gJgA-lm4FHk6Du_DPb_D86oCCdAEK3bY12/s1600-h/DSC_2017.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtYKoZyVA0v4QndYR4-0IYdu9YtPrz1Dm1oURytG5G-WZtyXgXnU-hkc0dP7HgxjQtCmVGvtA8HZvmNL_Acge2SfL-5ECZ5RGHrknE95ZqV7gJgA-lm4FHk6Du_DPb_D86oCCdAEK3bY12/s320/DSC_2017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371746861330272386" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> This plaque reminds me of my mother!</span></li><li><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"> But my sister said it was me. :(<br /></span></li></ul><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQVdz9uMGLBugCabcBRcy7nW3hRZw0CVzHPjromCfE3nP7bcMaEQVY08qT0j_HetsjUDl6vkdrmvXf7VguOx-trCfIR58g6jEdeSxxfWUOvZ2_LvdeCP1vySG-bNCxDwT_f4oua9ryIiy/s1600-h/DSC_2016.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvQVdz9uMGLBugCabcBRcy7nW3hRZw0CVzHPjromCfE3nP7bcMaEQVY08qT0j_HetsjUDl6vkdrmvXf7VguOx-trCfIR58g6jEdeSxxfWUOvZ2_LvdeCP1vySG-bNCxDwT_f4oua9ryIiy/s320/DSC_2016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371746874340927154" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">My birthday came and went. I won't scare anyone with my true age. I still like to think i am young at heart. It was a weekend filled with adventure, gifts, good food, and a special package sent from my sister. Sister's and mother's are great because they always know what you want and like. My hubby and I got to eat at a really good Italian restaurant in New Buffalo MI. Right on the lake. The plan was to go out for the sunset, but it rained instead. It was still worth the dinner and the walk along the beach.</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"></span>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-55421420923524669902009-08-19T07:44:00.000-07:002009-08-19T11:30:22.777-07:00Gifts<span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">This is what I bought when<br />the best sister in the world<br />gave me money to just spend<br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">on me!</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lriEKG_u6KW9O7MzFa4xS9NGjlPuaQHjODHXSkCSevllNi1o8zPwOrivc4Y18fCz1VYb48Dczro2tFd08lvBgxV11YFtWXsBpyOQO_yQw69RGCBPKGdTpaUZjz8qym-arqaGr8iOJP4R/s1600-h/DSC_1777.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8lriEKG_u6KW9O7MzFa4xS9NGjlPuaQHjODHXSkCSevllNi1o8zPwOrivc4Y18fCz1VYb48Dczro2tFd08lvBgxV11YFtWXsBpyOQO_yQw69RGCBPKGdTpaUZjz8qym-arqaGr8iOJP4R/s320/DSC_1777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686935650999826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQppedlRt0ni9RzIl93XizB-9jeGEo_QHtRDv56rbbkKuO5oPM-EqDNYQqsbU0sNDwwHg3JeovO77d6yg5pa-B1APU1xZCo3WRouIozBOAaklqJS4ZYOCMqaVr3ovPDhxfinJPtmeWA2Du/s1600-h/DSC_1803.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQppedlRt0ni9RzIl93XizB-9jeGEo_QHtRDv56rbbkKuO5oPM-EqDNYQqsbU0sNDwwHg3JeovO77d6yg5pa-B1APU1xZCo3WRouIozBOAaklqJS4ZYOCMqaVr3ovPDhxfinJPtmeWA2Du/s320/DSC_1803.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371686925946370322" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">LIFE IS GOOD!</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">After a season of depression, I wanted to remember that life is good. As i was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">explaining</span> all my woos to my sister one day she decided it would be best to send me off on a shopping spree. I went on this wild goose chase around my area trying to find something just for me at these list of stores she gave me. With no luck because of price and out of business, i ended up at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jake's</span> on the square. "Life is Good" I love all the stuff in there. I walked out with the cutest hat, and a great long sleeve t-shirt. <span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);">Thanks sister for the adventure!</span></span><br /></div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-71988084160876708702009-07-14T19:14:00.000-07:002009-07-14T19:37:49.604-07:00toes in water<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkBl61cdAnkfL_aBPSlL-c4dwj56phw7kEECglaF0K8ImLvJcYWAWo70qnxUAZUfsZCl6L7HKzKG_gMwoACGmsPS_53pBdqxSZN_69FBAOVcOl12AL17AqP5ks1MLpvF_raFm07lfc1XU/s1600-h/DSC_1504.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358507210133778258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkBl61cdAnkfL_aBPSlL-c4dwj56phw7kEECglaF0K8ImLvJcYWAWo70qnxUAZUfsZCl6L7HKzKG_gMwoACGmsPS_53pBdqxSZN_69FBAOVcOl12AL17AqP5ks1MLpvF_raFm07lfc1XU/s320/DSC_1504.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_ZcmcDR_GXzB_H_yWgxZNsJNNxAldTjhuTfDrzZb5ziEaeUTjdRCZS_a0EA56vtlQQpXQiWBW0Yo2x8h_cXnzGvWCHnS4geayci8gS7hRzCsxGSDHb67yEZL7tSL02UYtbEYtxLs3iof/s1600-h/DSC_1495.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358507206451375522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim_ZcmcDR_GXzB_H_yWgxZNsJNNxAldTjhuTfDrzZb5ziEaeUTjdRCZS_a0EA56vtlQQpXQiWBW0Yo2x8h_cXnzGvWCHnS4geayci8gS7hRzCsxGSDHb67yEZL7tSL02UYtbEYtxLs3iof/s320/DSC_1495.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>Little girl had the adventure of sticking her toes in the lake. She didn't like it much, but have no fear because I made sure we worked on the issue of not liking water. She is in love with palying in the water now. If she is an Aurand girl she loves the water. More to come on that.</div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-81763868902383961372009-07-14T18:52:00.000-07:002009-07-14T19:14:20.862-07:00Father day Ryan's side.Fathers day was a long day. We made a cookout, a visit to my parents, and then a trip up to the lake. It made for an interesting day of Photo's.<br /><br /><div align="center">Four Generations</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPDzvtGs1-nzBipa-zizFMdmSDrsBTCyANLPb7ByqMSoYQdtgVTCHknDK7klTssEQbA0fn8u1j1jyugzWkb7DlG8CnmzyxSHQE4UQhYGi6pIyq_5waPsQkUMFwmXJNHqp3S2u6ENWLQOV/s1600-h/DSC_1469.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358500367592871778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbPDzvtGs1-nzBipa-zizFMdmSDrsBTCyANLPb7ByqMSoYQdtgVTCHknDK7klTssEQbA0fn8u1j1jyugzWkb7DlG8CnmzyxSHQE4UQhYGi6pIyq_5waPsQkUMFwmXJNHqp3S2u6ENWLQOV/s320/DSC_1469.JPG" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ryan's Step Dad collects civil war <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">memorabilia</span>.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ8GjoKorL6zKzLjmODKqHZrkEn5x9WtvwXlx4ToXxSUxHEZav1LLjWAExjXUo4E_RpybokogOigzHFTJnhMhkN-dOlx0V7yl-megDNnWi0Z4406iGJoBQr6xOJ873CXraEcdghnTsFBA/s1600-h/DSC_1456.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358500360744118530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoQ8GjoKorL6zKzLjmODKqHZrkEn5x9WtvwXlx4ToXxSUxHEZav1LLjWAExjXUo4E_RpybokogOigzHFTJnhMhkN-dOlx0V7yl-megDNnWi0Z4406iGJoBQr6xOJ873CXraEcdghnTsFBA/s320/DSC_1456.JPG" /></a> Civil war cannon. It can still be fired.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXmBVDQv4yc8gCLfPnHoMwnP2-R3GJJeA-QN9HQL-mtMI2uT8V0poBhArN6GkAjIOTnp9Q_OtsGIkUhyphenhyphenndfE8G1zDn1U1f5vkvSDUBrRHyXnsyxmb6yJQq6O8DG0a7TMREfO5wmNHl2Cl/s1600-h/DSC_1463.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358500352272509650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXmBVDQv4yc8gCLfPnHoMwnP2-R3GJJeA-QN9HQL-mtMI2uT8V0poBhArN6GkAjIOTnp9Q_OtsGIkUhyphenhyphenndfE8G1zDn1U1f5vkvSDUBrRHyXnsyxmb6yJQq6O8DG0a7TMREfO5wmNHl2Cl/s320/DSC_1463.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-44757955794303526752009-07-14T18:41:00.000-07:002009-07-14T18:51:33.625-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErsAXu5_UcH-IWOS9H_-ULcYx0Ju4ep4FFQXF87wmWvz7exxQrCyr7KnLMBRSWFbpO-w7YrGSEmEuWfT3tnmQUYJUxgF63k7SprP6vArkJB10Yo2XFYJ2LfM13o1tzc8tJm1SkS-hMGjs/s1600-h/DSC_1410.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358497974085463794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjErsAXu5_UcH-IWOS9H_-ULcYx0Ju4ep4FFQXF87wmWvz7exxQrCyr7KnLMBRSWFbpO-w7YrGSEmEuWfT3tnmQUYJUxgF63k7SprP6vArkJB10Yo2XFYJ2LfM13o1tzc8tJm1SkS-hMGjs/s320/DSC_1410.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBOxNZRDXre1YX8h5ZfZULkf5Ckr-NPvt7oEY1MABbVHKnCxx3cIkhjiwq_do3boe2IrCPme7436QWlSdoff0Q06GOCOYela7qkAYjuTx1b1T8YFdbll3TmupsoQG1xrnvuJOfJsJlJ07/s1600-h/DSC_1395.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358497971362891954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnBOxNZRDXre1YX8h5ZfZULkf5Ckr-NPvt7oEY1MABbVHKnCxx3cIkhjiwq_do3boe2IrCPme7436QWlSdoff0Q06GOCOYela7qkAYjuTx1b1T8YFdbll3TmupsoQG1xrnvuJOfJsJlJ07/s320/DSC_1395.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlEMoHAzdJaR4Sa-EZYmY6c-Q7jxX6NlnGwUJipfK7r68zzsWXWcHOYogvOpFuevA2LRMcwvq1mqTZtuuNM9w8dk9sycbOjKZKKIGJFx4qIAsia4HjgRlc9OzkvMAK9PrapA66vEMMxgn/s1600-h/DSC_1389.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358497963424847762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlEMoHAzdJaR4Sa-EZYmY6c-Q7jxX6NlnGwUJipfK7r68zzsWXWcHOYogvOpFuevA2LRMcwvq1mqTZtuuNM9w8dk9sycbOjKZKKIGJFx4qIAsia4HjgRlc9OzkvMAK9PrapA66vEMMxgn/s320/DSC_1389.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxp2o7aOH4Ep0mif1B_VPWcDZq7Qg8GI1sfxY4FmEhBpAmmyaFot-4TWfh9sDanYihfnru1F5-yH5dS51_sEAYKIu-4YWkeG0oXCF3pWUaUUQLeAytuIssEWSBJm-JWrs1t5VR5SyAG7BD/s1600-h/DSC_1383.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358497959188300146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxp2o7aOH4Ep0mif1B_VPWcDZq7Qg8GI1sfxY4FmEhBpAmmyaFot-4TWfh9sDanYihfnru1F5-yH5dS51_sEAYKIu-4YWkeG0oXCF3pWUaUUQLeAytuIssEWSBJm-JWrs1t5VR5SyAG7BD/s320/DSC_1383.JPG" /></a><br />Fathers day 2009</div><div> </div><div>So much fun. Loving Daddy. Chasing bubbles. Playing with cousin Sophia. This was at Grandma and Grandpa <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sharpee's</span> house for a cook out. What a fun day.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-44742009000860671902009-07-14T18:20:00.000-07:002009-07-14T18:31:16.789-07:00Computer overload.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisntcIZFbtK82L-I1aQzni05HqZ7h4y9WxW08XLEJFsv5VM9IYjhcwTYnndYcLVp7FENJsHiXlfOV94W9vXvFCnpYB22FIL70aoVxZaUh-j-o-GmgBo4u7HdaRzk9yGH56IeOy-oUcDAhX/s1600-h/DSC_1355.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358492458735474050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisntcIZFbtK82L-I1aQzni05HqZ7h4y9WxW08XLEJFsv5VM9IYjhcwTYnndYcLVp7FENJsHiXlfOV94W9vXvFCnpYB22FIL70aoVxZaUh-j-o-GmgBo4u7HdaRzk9yGH56IeOy-oUcDAhX/s320/DSC_1355.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RWI8mFcBN_6-Qgeox20aN2z5rO9lYly9fcx-6eRAgHr8JJVJ8_vEp4T10xTTGS5JI_MefvoXoTvxbUcam9COfOz9q9zypn8LSlV7_4lXqslErQVL4HIKpKP4-xAmc5HIazva5sz9R55L/s1600-h/DSC_1353.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358492450570472194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RWI8mFcBN_6-Qgeox20aN2z5rO9lYly9fcx-6eRAgHr8JJVJ8_vEp4T10xTTGS5JI_MefvoXoTvxbUcam9COfOz9q9zypn8LSlV7_4lXqslErQVL4HIKpKP4-xAmc5HIazva5sz9R55L/s320/DSC_1353.JPG" /></a> Abby and Trinity best of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Friends</span>. :)<br /><br /><div>I am trying to catch up with all my computer tasks. WOW! Is all I can think to say. I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> amazed at the things I have missed out on, the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reasons</span> I NEED my computer, and all the daunting tasks to catch up on. Some of them are not a must, but I really enjoy the blogging thing. The whole time without a computer I kept thinking of ideas on blogging this and blogging that. Plus it is fun to follow other blogs too. </div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-17221882963564255712009-06-08T23:52:00.000-07:002009-06-08T20:52:39.532-07:00In my backyard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg0OclLPeriBVHNjaVZRD5syrQYPETloV703xeSy80BgGuIddaVyvZYBXpsa8YkHG0chpQXMxvo97a6eHzIAV7JIxSYXiWrPMsAT38k1yp4E56_ApHtM74tkdkwKlET3v1uV7r9CoTUoO/s1600-h/DSC_1192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395596071212338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMg0OclLPeriBVHNjaVZRD5syrQYPETloV703xeSy80BgGuIddaVyvZYBXpsa8YkHG0chpQXMxvo97a6eHzIAV7JIxSYXiWrPMsAT38k1yp4E56_ApHtM74tkdkwKlET3v1uV7r9CoTUoO/s320/DSC_1192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">Just a few things I found in my backyard. My Irises.</span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0Z_kqIVuD0MEY3vYvJCeGkub0mNHCD6Wn5Ke_2QVNiJmWzo0q2Cqk9wVrnEMg35KCFQcjZRl6hoLmSKBEh6cqu1cLpkxzXzzQsLDW0Eycp5uLNXyKhrIb8Qx29l_tIhYC-QDsnnbg444/s1600-h/DSC_1194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395592807289874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS0Z_kqIVuD0MEY3vYvJCeGkub0mNHCD6Wn5Ke_2QVNiJmWzo0q2Cqk9wVrnEMg35KCFQcjZRl6hoLmSKBEh6cqu1cLpkxzXzzQsLDW0Eycp5uLNXyKhrIb8Qx29l_tIhYC-QDsnnbg444/s320/DSC_1194.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpkUC-Q1zRxP3uFu8YaC4Gw4fiZNrbmyuaEhThPWHJRabGaCiRx7kRADJwGrTQmjC9z3_NzpHYiXmhO5Gu_PrxMemw1fG-PMPyqijTVfkioJNdc5wQJK01JxYLI9ix8u-_jdmlQwNUZBH/s1600-h/SSC_1213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395586587599970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpkUC-Q1zRxP3uFu8YaC4Gw4fiZNrbmyuaEhThPWHJRabGaCiRx7kRADJwGrTQmjC9z3_NzpHYiXmhO5Gu_PrxMemw1fG-PMPyqijTVfkioJNdc5wQJK01JxYLI9ix8u-_jdmlQwNUZBH/s320/SSC_1213.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><span style="color:#6600cc;">A very pretty Rhododendron Bush.</span><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6ROY-S0P49ZTgcn8Fa5uv3ArN3jleaXCKY9k0XoROqSFaxf6aUNUqCcLleSHz-bePmpAKTkFMSoB2RyvimKTN2LZ59KQStdTznDNCtZgZ39NjbcEUGjBMwEUCuh3UZh2cgA-dfbuY0Y0/s1600-h/SSC_1217.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344395585119638082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6ROY-S0P49ZTgcn8Fa5uv3ArN3jleaXCKY9k0XoROqSFaxf6aUNUqCcLleSHz-bePmpAKTkFMSoB2RyvimKTN2LZ59KQStdTznDNCtZgZ39NjbcEUGjBMwEUCuh3UZh2cgA-dfbuY0Y0/s320/SSC_1217.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="color:#6600cc;">Abby Chewing on a stick. If she is not doing this then she is chasing chipmunks up our down spouts. It's very entertaining.</span><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1OTvl2I6K1e_Xt9d6XKtlZLm1jhJ4Me4AwTyHv0tSnGduHE8zkgqecJp3_jW6sliPhMtYQa74wecnW-c3I2lKfhzRnib68Ddt8FMuZ3I17liQd_0fxGnKf3PNdvOhtlwjoqcV5z5kWpL/s1600-h/SSC_1219.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394718479063954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs1OTvl2I6K1e_Xt9d6XKtlZLm1jhJ4Me4AwTyHv0tSnGduHE8zkgqecJp3_jW6sliPhMtYQa74wecnW-c3I2lKfhzRnib68Ddt8FMuZ3I17liQd_0fxGnKf3PNdvOhtlwjoqcV5z5kWpL/s320/SSC_1219.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="color:#6600cc;">My very over grown bench. Whenever I get this done, it will be my favorite spot.</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve6ibFxflOegS8tXIYCBHy0opr5zoveBwss0A9m1E7gQ39KWfnaxKNLIQC0sjR0sPo-3qxoa_11dR2kPu-T1zegIQTWmsBWqn3u5EOzXKS5CSo8Z5Gx9du9lj723wvVzPb0Zw3e8uBndt/s1600-h/SSC_1225.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M3zIFnSCIAVij5ZQmQw04oCJqg90JjRBThZngYu8vhdQblC35A91POawrgQzENeEz9K94UtBmkgJN18Bv6gttmQUVHzctZV-GECyr6LiOfE3TOxztfk21iC3s_7RA_WtnkPqf6pjv4vU/s1600-h/SSC_1220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394721630676754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M3zIFnSCIAVij5ZQmQw04oCJqg90JjRBThZngYu8vhdQblC35A91POawrgQzENeEz9K94UtBmkgJN18Bv6gttmQUVHzctZV-GECyr6LiOfE3TOxztfk21iC3s_7RA_WtnkPqf6pjv4vU/s320/SSC_1220.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAsqpu4uiDfDxih9WFHM9ftsPbG-yLeEjxzF2VYZc9Xd0zOQxYIutxf13dZya-xCGh-lvinLUJ3U0fDMNjzYjDHqjIxJx0cIoYn5ljPkomGkQo0stxnFfPEZhcjTjUYe9xu6eb4-WXqax/s1600-h/SSC_1222.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="color:#6600cc;">All my veggies are coming up!</span><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-M3zIFnSCIAVij5ZQmQw04oCJqg90JjRBThZngYu8vhdQblC35A91POawrgQzENeEz9K94UtBmkgJN18Bv6gttmQUVHzctZV-GECyr6LiOfE3TOxztfk21iC3s_7RA_WtnkPqf6pjv4vU/s1600-h/SSC_1220.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0JogqnM4YYqMTw5YP0z1kBSgA1cSGvIGy1Ky9U7psezfrcXAHgu4jhvjNbLmix9ddjg5y3p8hxgWbhy1z89-POkdA2l-til9Zn_wc-hNhaLLfO45AXzfNwWYkKL1o141w7bNaQKXldYN/s1600-h/SSC_1221.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394716637432626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0JogqnM4YYqMTw5YP0z1kBSgA1cSGvIGy1Ky9U7psezfrcXAHgu4jhvjNbLmix9ddjg5y3p8hxgWbhy1z89-POkdA2l-til9Zn_wc-hNhaLLfO45AXzfNwWYkKL1o141w7bNaQKXldYN/s320/SSC_1221.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAsqpu4uiDfDxih9WFHM9ftsPbG-yLeEjxzF2VYZc9Xd0zOQxYIutxf13dZya-xCGh-lvinLUJ3U0fDMNjzYjDHqjIxJx0cIoYn5ljPkomGkQo0stxnFfPEZhcjTjUYe9xu6eb4-WXqax/s1600-h/SSC_1222.JPG"></a></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve6ibFxflOegS8tXIYCBHy0opr5zoveBwss0A9m1E7gQ39KWfnaxKNLIQC0sjR0sPo-3qxoa_11dR2kPu-T1zegIQTWmsBWqn3u5EOzXKS5CSo8Z5Gx9du9lj723wvVzPb0Zw3e8uBndt/s1600-h/SSC_1225.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAsqpu4uiDfDxih9WFHM9ftsPbG-yLeEjxzF2VYZc9Xd0zOQxYIutxf13dZya-xCGh-lvinLUJ3U0fDMNjzYjDHqjIxJx0cIoYn5ljPkomGkQo0stxnFfPEZhcjTjUYe9xu6eb4-WXqax/s1600-h/SSC_1222.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAsqpu4uiDfDxih9WFHM9ftsPbG-yLeEjxzF2VYZc9Xd0zOQxYIutxf13dZya-xCGh-lvinLUJ3U0fDMNjzYjDHqjIxJx0cIoYn5ljPkomGkQo0stxnFfPEZhcjTjUYe9xu6eb4-WXqax/s1600-h/SSC_1222.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394714253340306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAsqpu4uiDfDxih9WFHM9ftsPbG-yLeEjxzF2VYZc9Xd0zOQxYIutxf13dZya-xCGh-lvinLUJ3U0fDMNjzYjDHqjIxJx0cIoYn5ljPkomGkQo0stxnFfPEZhcjTjUYe9xu6eb4-WXqax/s320/SSC_1222.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve6ibFxflOegS8tXIYCBHy0opr5zoveBwss0A9m1E7gQ39KWfnaxKNLIQC0sjR0sPo-3qxoa_11dR2kPu-T1zegIQTWmsBWqn3u5EOzXKS5CSo8Z5Gx9du9lj723wvVzPb0Zw3e8uBndt/s1600-h/SSC_1225.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve6ibFxflOegS8tXIYCBHy0opr5zoveBwss0A9m1E7gQ39KWfnaxKNLIQC0sjR0sPo-3qxoa_11dR2kPu-T1zegIQTWmsBWqn3u5EOzXKS5CSo8Z5Gx9du9lj723wvVzPb0Zw3e8uBndt/s1600-h/SSC_1225.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344394708971722594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhve6ibFxflOegS8tXIYCBHy0opr5zoveBwss0A9m1E7gQ39KWfnaxKNLIQC0sjR0sPo-3qxoa_11dR2kPu-T1zegIQTWmsBWqn3u5EOzXKS5CSo8Z5Gx9du9lj723wvVzPb0Zw3e8uBndt/s320/SSC_1225.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="color:#6600cc;">This is technically in my front yard. </span><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><span style="color:#6600cc;">It's a definite challenge to get outside and work. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">take</span> Trinity with me but she now is putting grass in her mouth. She choked and vomited some up the other day. This is too bad, because she loves to be outside with me. For now it has to be when she has my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">undivided</span> attention. The garden will wait for me. </span><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-69635800739976851072009-06-06T18:55:00.001-07:002009-06-06T20:31:29.883-07:00Cousin Fun<span style="color:#ff9900;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">First touch of sand.</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2XGXWllH2KcZrLzPtEEOQjv_TSZB0Pwks3hS2FvImRC-kuPQJMkthkDDIlkfLHYspKN5HrkyRLtsQpZO-QWt9jRJv7FoFp0ze6GEO7qnicsq88kXHn7sj2NxtVZ6nUKy3tdy8eTwLbL8r/s1600-h/DSC_1318.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344420488072965282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2XGXWllH2KcZrLzPtEEOQjv_TSZB0Pwks3hS2FvImRC-kuPQJMkthkDDIlkfLHYspKN5HrkyRLtsQpZO-QWt9jRJv7FoFp0ze6GEO7qnicsq88kXHn7sj2NxtVZ6nUKy3tdy8eTwLbL8r/s320/DSC_1318.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb5JwRX8mZa9Dq6GBSlSCaZAlwpjoDTVIAJxi9CZKmep3ntGiBFTKVIUSGIsujllGbgVEa0I1KFtZbgGmP7o3XStz2Y0OwcuBQFAdvzd4KvaqBEp8lfQLJVJpnNSgFLyVemsjAhnEQ0ex/s1600-h/DSC_1345.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344420495784586578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpb5JwRX8mZa9Dq6GBSlSCaZAlwpjoDTVIAJxi9CZKmep3ntGiBFTKVIUSGIsujllGbgVEa0I1KFtZbgGmP7o3XStz2Y0OwcuBQFAdvzd4KvaqBEp8lfQLJVJpnNSgFLyVemsjAhnEQ0ex/s320/DSC_1345.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Beach fun. Trinity was a little over due for a nap so she snuggled with dad on the blanket.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkz7-IlQR5XAHs1qx0yqUjw6mOThMtAgi_BOZihgs6DJQYFEYxPeiUjBn9cSInQfeQLYIizTq8rLQ9_ucPnYo7GN2AsqcdcV44xB-oW2WJ95WtHDCB6jIriKPGgUhD5EVpw3CN6R28IBO/s1600-h/DSC_1346.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344420485289995874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFkz7-IlQR5XAHs1qx0yqUjw6mOThMtAgi_BOZihgs6DJQYFEYxPeiUjBn9cSInQfeQLYIizTq8rLQ9_ucPnYo7GN2AsqcdcV44xB-oW2WJ95WtHDCB6jIriKPGgUhD5EVpw3CN6R28IBO/s320/DSC_1346.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Cousin Sophia playing in the sand.</span><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkj7r334cl7Y9fX87CbSzikbfLkLlPYLHe8N-T9MzpCjK5GM3BBcHRvhvEk-mIu4nJL-RoHXPH-HP1V-X5XBFsYbRu7GdcX6RQ7k1oK2gzRz9dKg5sEWdU4YyiN_87RonucrMVIpQYCDCh/s1600-h/CSC_1311.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344420476276595938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkj7r334cl7Y9fX87CbSzikbfLkLlPYLHe8N-T9MzpCjK5GM3BBcHRvhvEk-mIu4nJL-RoHXPH-HP1V-X5XBFsYbRu7GdcX6RQ7k1oK2gzRz9dKg5sEWdU4YyiN_87RonucrMVIpQYCDCh/s320/CSC_1311.JPG" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">Sophia and Trinity are having so much fun growing up together. They had a lunch date and then back to the house for lot's of hugs and kisses.</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawGAcPDAaVgJ0t8bvDNVTlXGACYBPI3OYHJ3_x0UWfd4AFL_TqaZlnv3ZfSDxGlUbok2tFBfwnVa-MHYCGX69HYUG2tOaU9-JTOuK0Jt9l05hMN4blbRqlgxOY-cXIRbq9ZzD6oP0gS5T/s1600-h/CSC_1313.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414545898998962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjawGAcPDAaVgJ0t8bvDNVTlXGACYBPI3OYHJ3_x0UWfd4AFL_TqaZlnv3ZfSDxGlUbok2tFBfwnVa-MHYCGX69HYUG2tOaU9-JTOuK0Jt9l05hMN4blbRqlgxOY-cXIRbq9ZzD6oP0gS5T/s320/CSC_1313.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgExnkobG6NnSbs6k12y9MmH8BfPqJWWQJ9kBvi9fBdxoSSzudFOEeZsjhO7c6P1Y9APuYZUP5ocsPRlm04chhUmgkR-NM43TSHu3mhKUtneLPAzkpypNk5JHCg0yAPcXE7WUyACiRq6H9P/s1600-h/CSC_1310.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344414532906575954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgExnkobG6NnSbs6k12y9MmH8BfPqJWWQJ9kBvi9fBdxoSSzudFOEeZsjhO7c6P1Y9APuYZUP5ocsPRlm04chhUmgkR-NM43TSHu3mhKUtneLPAzkpypNk5JHCg0yAPcXE7WUyACiRq6H9P/s320/CSC_1310.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">Trinity's face just craps me up!</span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-52995384739808617252009-05-13T18:13:00.001-07:002009-05-13T18:54:15.025-07:00mother day<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;">Who wouldn't want to be a mom!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOWj_YdXoRcvlDz48HBaeapUWpB5O6l2dxxbKOLLGqEghdLKad0qp4i7Ds4bsPW0WUxDmkjQXfgxmL_Fn1UZxCxynBf9YqIqWksOnurFYXER6retYVmoE0vy1UFnQiCbnby4lYl3gYhk2/s1600-h/dogsm2_039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488375366738642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHOWj_YdXoRcvlDz48HBaeapUWpB5O6l2dxxbKOLLGqEghdLKad0qp4i7Ds4bsPW0WUxDmkjQXfgxmL_Fn1UZxCxynBf9YqIqWksOnurFYXER6retYVmoE0vy1UFnQiCbnby4lYl3gYhk2/s320/dogsm2_039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDQ1iXwQB2LU9KPOQoJEAEHDwbueyQ8WbpCu-NJv-ntV8IOsA-u6sT0sLzpvaQZ9gClMaBPuMEFT3KvyIqAqxwBqK6m6SFmJ7D9tyIh98l8HZSGP_ITJPiBFwfx985rQ15sKKENpK6EUV/s1600-h/dogsm2_036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488357022759602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDQ1iXwQB2LU9KPOQoJEAEHDwbueyQ8WbpCu-NJv-ntV8IOsA-u6sT0sLzpvaQZ9gClMaBPuMEFT3KvyIqAqxwBqK6m6SFmJ7D9tyIh98l8HZSGP_ITJPiBFwfx985rQ15sKKENpK6EUV/s320/dogsm2_036.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">Well I had my first mothers day this year. I don't really know if I am supposed to feel any different or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">special</span>. I don't. It was just another day. Due to the fact that my daughter is only 7 months old doesn't qualify me as a seasoned mother yet. I don't feel as though I deserve any recognition yet. It seems that those mothers that have two children, or are traveling in the teen era need the glory. I'm just taking care of my baby. Really just adjusting to the whole thing still.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;">We managed to spend the day at the lake house with some family. It was too cold for anything outside, but was still a relaxing scene overlooking the lake. A grill out and and some mother day gifts. It doesn't get any better than that. I ended up receiving a plant, some new stamps from hero art, and a stepping stone for my garden. I also managed to get a large <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Chi</span> late from <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Starbucks</span>. Thanks Ryan! Man I miss those. One of the many things I do without now as a mother. I see it as well worth the sacrifice though. It just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">makes</span> it more <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">special</span> when I do get one. Okay I have to stop talking about it. I'm really starting to crave one now. My mind is already thinking of ways to get one tomorrow. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">That's</span> terrible. </span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Some of my gifts</span></strong><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488372625233906" 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/AVvXsEhlEckTQKp4vb3jWdd9240hmUv26HnkBaKdiOxYURF178DBC5JuHYK16FuUMpgAKl13secOQbWBElAs26nr2vluFRjqkUDrQbr1G_qWK-SOCFEjReyr9rklHxUGGIEAQy2hopUO7OyYwOHs/s320/dogsm2_040.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">My <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mommy</span> made me this card.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Isn't it cute!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"></span></strong><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488803335770514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim_XHmF71wA7wa2tZ3mUdV8GUUmzwEBqxiS35dppEuWkq2VKssQzaaxrZrAUxgpAkiInZ2uNb3pLXtzqYJ4BSOKEa-dd2GNviI-ZGr-ZtQRWTjhNudg_up1j4CkvrSbo9I73fFOG7kD8I/s320/dogsm2_041.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc66cc;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488355483888130" 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/AVvXsEink-hhC6sVtYF9DFwpiNE1Twjs-u3-u5j-t9PiIBvpVLqJXaiZ3qRGmBSLGy9rgNSXHy88ORP4DWMIEbeL2AH-eL6MXZbEd4dBjX-MHU7UfdhrCSRxW4UBXowhuDaLnaRbkduhEVK4VQxS/s320/dogsm2_037.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;">Having fun with Grandma!</span></strong><br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335488370587093522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKdyqUzM60uoNlimMpY_nrjOhemM8LkLL_jmeWyhE7K735916L9PTDaWYTqYqWfMXTRNgD5Kap2A-lgMnez5wX4ed7v0Mc0Hzb1eHXFyTaWoC9PTvBgTrjUxORyzyqiLN1dUHbguRPobB/s320/dogsm2_038.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Last but not least. My church viewed this video of "The Mom Song". It hilarious. watch it and enjoy.</span></p><p><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX6flpUweIQ">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hX6flpUweIQ</a><br /><br /><br /></p>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-52240738621726851072009-04-27T17:56:00.000-07:002009-04-27T18:54:33.188-07:00A Sunday Adventure<br /><br /> I had planned on having over this nice new couple from our church on Sunday. I was nervous for more than one reason, but mainly because they were coming over right after church. I had to prepare dinner in front of them practically. My Stove is not a newbie so I could not have an already prepared and cooked meal. I decided the menu would be grilled pork chops, and the fixing's. The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">las</span>t half an hour before church let out I was feeling the buzz of nerves in my stomach. It's strange to me that we can get so out of order with a simple meal. I kept thinking... would it taste good, would it take too long, what if they don't like my choice in food, etc... Weird. I should also mention the social class difference we have. He is an Oncologist, and she is a Psychologist. I mean talk about feeling like I don't belong. My husband fits in with all of his smarty pants stuff. But me? I am a stay at home mommy and a dog groomer for crying out loud. I kept telling myself that it's fine. I'm sure they are just happy being invited over. <br /><br />It turns out that yes, it was fine. I did put my guests to work. Not intentionally, but she did offer to help peel potatoes. I was thankful for it too. They were very warm and delightful to be around, and strangely made me feel comfortable in MY own house. <br /><br />While in the midst of preparing dinner Trinity decided to get hungry, and because I nurse her I was a little frustrated at the timing. Of course my new fond friends pulled through again by offering to feed her. I prepared a bottle and Trinity became Miss Content again. <br /><br />Moving on to the fun stuff. They have a 2.5 month old and he enjoyed dinner on his moms lap. It was very entertaining to say the least. He kept saying more meat when he had a pile of it on his plate. He had a little break down over it and they started to get uncomfortable with it and apologized. I had to laugh. Kids are so unique in the timing of their absurdities. Here we are finally sitting down to a nice dinner with good conversation, and he is in distraught over having more meat. The funniest thing happened next. He reaches out to his moms plate and grabs the pork chop and just starts taking bites out of it. Here is this kid and a huge slab of meat in his hands and he is just going to town on it. He was a happy little camper after that. I made the comment of him being a real man. We laughed and his father said he had never been so proud. It was a fun moment.<br /><br />Of course Trinity surprises Ryan with a extra wet diaper. He finds a puddle on his lap. I explain that I forgot to change her diaper in all the chaos. Whoops! Away Ryan goes with wet pants and a mess to clean up in Trinity's pants. He took it like a father though. <br /><br />Before I became a mother I had never been peed on, vomited on, sneezed on, and so many other bodily functions released. It's almost a daily occurrence now.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-28145710456247841882009-04-24T11:12:00.000-07:002009-04-24T11:25:43.939-07:00Wednesday's adventure began with a decision to not continue in my bible study group anymore. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">absolutely</span> love this group and all the people I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">have</span> come <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">to</span> know through it. It has become very much another thing to do though. The studies we are doing are jam packed full of truths I need and want to learn. But it seems to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">acquire</span> this information it takes about an hour for me to sit down and go through the lesson and not to mention meditate on it. I can't seem to find that extra time right now. If I am able to find the time I soon get interrupted and cannot concentrate during the lesson.. This was a very hard decision for me to make because I need to be in God's word and I need the ladies in the group wisdom on life. I'm hoping and praying that God will soon put in my path a study or devotional that I can use in a short amount of time and continue to apply it to my walk. Oh how will miss my old life. I know, I know this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">will</span> be an adventure.<br /><br />On another note I went to visit a friend, and Trinity loves to see her. Just as my friend picked her up from the car seat Trinity spit up all over herself and the new carpet. :) Leave it to the kiddo's to break someone e<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lse's</span> house in. I winked and said get used to it. She' expecting this winter!<br /><br />Mom's should never own anything new!Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-79601376923507275912009-04-21T20:51:00.001-07:002009-04-27T19:08:53.836-07:00Adventure #2 Lunch with Aunt Bonnie<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGe7KltO8PDsRspaG8xxd9vWzxA1dnUWNTEdUx2gVnVPxjhsvOqQPx41wdvMVFCAqB_e_Cj5eN9JLATo2MZrQzftdpUVE_sGtOarXWp8_9QrB9R7Xk66Z9F3BB36IGpdzMok2c0lhvtJF7/s1600-h/DSC_1010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327363231387921346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGe7KltO8PDsRspaG8xxd9vWzxA1dnUWNTEdUx2gVnVPxjhsvOqQPx41wdvMVFCAqB_e_Cj5eN9JLATo2MZrQzftdpUVE_sGtOarXWp8_9QrB9R7Xk66Z9F3BB36IGpdzMok2c0lhvtJF7/s320/DSC_1010.JPG" border="0" /></a> My Aunt called one day and wanted to take Trinity and I and another friend of mine and her daughter to lunch one day. We had a great time.<br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzXIRwGmn5TPoOgHVodIIcLW-NU37be4c0ZnoIrq5rFmiZQZpFW4zPNhi6HXJhvjU5WjkFg2UNWoj5Ez6s-Wv7YkgNr5uVQKjsKwXByQnRHpKx97GdLKettC8UUGb0TXPXDQrdrgcAHeE/s1600-h/DSC_1008.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzXIRwGmn5TPoOgHVodIIcLW-NU37be4c0ZnoIrq5rFmiZQZpFW4zPNhi6HXJhvjU5WjkFg2UNWoj5Ez6s-Wv7YkgNr5uVQKjsKwXByQnRHpKx97GdLKettC8UUGb0TXPXDQrdrgcAHeE/s1600-h/DSC_1008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327363224749999026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzXIRwGmn5TPoOgHVodIIcLW-NU37be4c0ZnoIrq5rFmiZQZpFW4zPNhi6HXJhvjU5WjkFg2UNWoj5Ez6s-Wv7YkgNr5uVQKjsKwXByQnRHpKx97GdLKettC8UUGb0TXPXDQrdrgcAHeE/s320/DSC_1008.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAzXIRwGmn5TPoOgHVodIIcLW-NU37be4c0ZnoIrq5rFmiZQZpFW4zPNhi6HXJhvjU5WjkFg2UNWoj5Ez6s-Wv7YkgNr5uVQKjsKwXByQnRHpKx97GdLKettC8UUGb0TXPXDQrdrgcAHeE/s1600-h/DSC_1008.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The two girls just love looking at each other.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc9XQ54eP37p26u9IrzP2zNxq4lvyaAk_QEnxFzfAQgYgFZ8zElnD55c4KX9XJ352SnThOnkcXloerTDSlh5DBTWX0u4WIfR4RVB6N_7iLjPBJUASjuZslcoRxuy4gfPHuqWQAStPAIDn/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>The adventure here was of course getting us all seated accordingly. They tried to put us in a booth, but the car seat would not fit. Which is why I said IN THE Beginning I needed a high chair/ sling thinger. We had to switch tables of course. It comes with the adventure of going out to eat. Only a couple of weeks and she will be able to sit in the high chair. Yeah!</div><div></div><div></div><div>It is so nice to venture out with family and loved ones. Thank you Aunt Bonnie!</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc9XQ54eP37p26u9IrzP2zNxq4lvyaAk_QEnxFzfAQgYgFZ8zElnD55c4KX9XJ352SnThOnkcXloerTDSlh5DBTWX0u4WIfR4RVB6N_7iLjPBJUASjuZslcoRxuy4gfPHuqWQAStPAIDn/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc9XQ54eP37p26u9IrzP2zNxq4lvyaAk_QEnxFzfAQgYgFZ8zElnD55c4KX9XJ352SnThOnkcXloerTDSlh5DBTWX0u4WIfR4RVB6N_7iLjPBJUASjuZslcoRxuy4gfPHuqWQAStPAIDn/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"></a></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc9XQ54eP37p26u9IrzP2zNxq4lvyaAk_QEnxFzfAQgYgFZ8zElnD55c4KX9XJ352SnThOnkcXloerTDSlh5DBTWX0u4WIfR4RVB6N_7iLjPBJUASjuZslcoRxuy4gfPHuqWQAStPAIDn/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwc9XQ54eP37p26u9IrzP2zNxq4lvyaAk_QEnxFzfAQgYgFZ8zElnD55c4KX9XJ352SnThOnkcXloerTDSlh5DBTWX0u4WIfR4RVB6N_7iLjPBJUASjuZslcoRxuy4gfPHuqWQAStPAIDn/s1600-h/DSC_1009.JPG"></a></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div></div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-59025006134909230192009-04-21T20:17:00.000-07:002009-04-21T20:51:10.945-07:00How does one come about this sort of blog? Well you take a person who has a sense for adventure you get her married, throw in a house to take care of, and a business to run, then the two become three, and you have Trinity. Trinity is my gift from above. She came here to rescue me, and I suppose she's hear to learn a few things from me too. God only knows whats in store for us. I'm just trying to make sense of it all.<br /><br />This was inspired by a few people in my life. Of course my daughter, and a friend ,and sister. As I listened to a friend talk about a past trip they had done. I suddenly felt trapped, and very aware of the simple truth that I will no longer be able to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">embark</span> on any new adventures. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Actually</span>, I have never done most of the adventuresome activities I dreamed of. I think that made it even worse to tolerate the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bitterness</span> that crept into my soul. I need to SEE, HEAR, TASTE, EXPERIENCE what is out there. It's in my blood! However, it is also in my blood to be the responsible, loving caring, nurturing, mother and wife that I have been called to at this time. As many of us are.... I'm torn! <br /><br />As I vented to my sister, she began to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">explain</span> to me that this is my adventure. Motherhood! An adventure? I guess... <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Everyday</span> is different. I never know what to expect. She does grow so fast and learns so quickly. I do get to HEAR the laughter and the cries. I also get to SMELL the diapers, and TASTE the baby food when I am checking for the right temp. I do SEE the adventure when I look for it. I am a mother I get to EXPERIENCE everything my Trinity does. What an adventure.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-42608390841032043812009-04-21T19:47:00.000-07:002009-04-21T20:17:40.001-07:00Adventure #1I realized today that there is adventure in every day you just have too look for it. Sometimes it's the real annoying things that you do every week. Like grocery shopping with a 6 month old when it's raining. I chose to look at that as an adventure. Would there have been a warmer sunnier day to go.... yes, but where would the fun be in that. I prefer to spend the time doing my hair, organizing my coupons, (which is an adventure all in itself), and debating in the car to wait out the rain. NA! I look at the time and the decision is made. Get the hair wet trying to keep the little one dry while lugging the carrier, purse, binder, (holds all my lists and coupons) (Another time on that!) and don't forget the trick to locking the car after you get the baby out, all in the rain/snow. It did spit some snow at us today. Luckily God did have a nice old man with a cart in the parking lot waiting on us. As I got in the doors I laughed and thought could I have even attempted the umbrella? I don't think so. It's just one more THING! By the way this is just one of the adventures of the day. Plenty more to come.Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-63829550750667964162009-04-19T12:20:00.000-07:002009-04-19T12:38:03.575-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh85Y2L-1ak-LAgpI5L4X8DxVff-ipNv2PC60MoURiU06MjXjHaR1SDLvu8UhTIERVU9KrVrHQOi2SN0UJUd-KTk2Nk3cuw5eRmZp_umLCZWqb2aHgoXB0fhaKMvTfHvIr4ytPp3tZc2YHa/s1600-h/DSC_0881.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326486496663184386" 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/AVvXsEh85Y2L-1ak-LAgpI5L4X8DxVff-ipNv2PC60MoURiU06MjXjHaR1SDLvu8UhTIERVU9KrVrHQOi2SN0UJUd-KTk2Nk3cuw5eRmZp_umLCZWqb2aHgoXB0fhaKMvTfHvIr4ytPp3tZc2YHa/s320/DSC_0881.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>My sweet little girl. Always the center of attention. She had a great first Easter, and her dress was an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ebay</span> special. :) Never mind the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">un</span> matching pinks. Here in Indiana we can't go sleeveless yet. She is just the happiest baby I have ever known. I hate to see her indulge in the real world someday. It already breaks my heart to think of the innocence that will some day be lost. Oh to have the eyes of a child again, and see everything the way God intended.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I really enjoy blogs and such. I just wish there was more time in my schedule for it. I have been trying to think up of something to write about but my mind keeps wondering into all the other issues I need to deal with. I fight the thoughts back with it's my time for me. I need to do this for my own sanity. Reflect, put things into perspective, put it on paper. I always feel better after I do this process. It's good therapy. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7195376054417456225.post-71179683390498029912009-03-28T20:07:00.000-07:002009-03-28T20:29:53.197-07:00BUSY<span style="font-size:130%;">B- Being</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">U- Under</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">S- Satan's</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Y- yoke</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Being under Satan's yoke. I have been battling this for awhile now. I honestly can't come up with anything to remove from my life that would free me from being BUSY. I am sure I could spend less time on the computer but let's face it I need it. Plus in the world of living with a five month old you can get kind of lonely. Not too many talk to you on the phone any More. It's via Internet now. which is fine. I feel connected this way. Strangely enough I am connected to many who I would of never guessed I could stay in contact with. I find it fascinating.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">So my business consists of ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">1. taking care of a baby</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">2. working from the home</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">3. cooking</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">4. cleaning (the same things over and over again) Does any one else find this annoying?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">5. whenever possible home projects</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">6. church</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">7. get together</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">8. bible studies Attending , and soon leading one with a friend</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">9. choir</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">10. working out <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span>! It doesn't look like it.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">11.e-mailing, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">facebooking</span>, research, Internet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mombojombo</span>....</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">12. wishing for more time to spend in the presence of God.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">13. shopping, blah! I hate shopping. I have found that shopping online is much better. Only shipping can kill you.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">14. sleeping. I will admit with my daughter I get plenty of enough sleep. I can't complain. I wish I could get up earlier to give me more time. (I would probably waste it on the computer anyway. :)</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">15. T.V. even though I only spend about an hour in front of it every night. I consider that pretty good. Sometimes not at all.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">16. playing,, I try to do something fun, or it's all not worth it in the end.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">See my list is not too bad. God just needed to create two more hours I think. :) What would you do?</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>Kimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01251630932344891840noreply@blogger.com1