tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58308244196058514842024-02-07T19:24:22.852-08:00Two Little Heroes2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-1119014526853538052012-03-11T11:57:00.001-07:002012-03-11T12:04:47.762-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwp3G387wFw23-aq1tLJRuIbeMEzMq1oAswKIn9KoBz0rpKqxzkzSvww74BK859ZR0zwEYiJIt5HPylZkjzNh0TDjzy-WLaCZ8m9pQSvuLw-X04nmcTD4wmIsq3usat5Y1YOMEK_dRLHs/s1600/P1000670.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYwp3G387wFw23-aq1tLJRuIbeMEzMq1oAswKIn9KoBz0rpKqxzkzSvww74BK859ZR0zwEYiJIt5HPylZkjzNh0TDjzy-WLaCZ8m9pQSvuLw-X04nmcTD4wmIsq3usat5Y1YOMEK_dRLHs/s320/P1000670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718717219052051618" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04H532Lz40mOgm7NYZ5her4iNewXyjS0JQyDG6SWoIlI8wdbvscBujLer8ipVI6qF6UI6z-l7ug2-IYDGKj0_SkTrixtoWDOeRJ9NdgfSDnXc6wyr2hLmob2t0NKFQqtvDavNIGOFIoBB/s1600/IMG_0642.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj04H532Lz40mOgm7NYZ5her4iNewXyjS0JQyDG6SWoIlI8wdbvscBujLer8ipVI6qF6UI6z-l7ug2-IYDGKj0_SkTrixtoWDOeRJ9NdgfSDnXc6wyr2hLmob2t0NKFQqtvDavNIGOFIoBB/s320/IMG_0642.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718717211067906466" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMe2KHbCcW4_yV-ePHECikgSyr9jMVda1k0tuDx06aD4jcW3-dUFDNFpkGQELqm4uXdyl7zZrslxUKCpas8uHihIRsAWbQeayVdFcJT0ovTyQrazmcgpYyOqO3_IhCk1hFz1hI4SdAEha8/s1600/IMG_0645.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMe2KHbCcW4_yV-ePHECikgSyr9jMVda1k0tuDx06aD4jcW3-dUFDNFpkGQELqm4uXdyl7zZrslxUKCpas8uHihIRsAWbQeayVdFcJT0ovTyQrazmcgpYyOqO3_IhCk1hFz1hI4SdAEha8/s320/IMG_0645.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718717203420674690" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuy2GoleQLKzJbZyNdOM0UuSr8Kb2HSyI_s6eR8cLolbUSafL7aIXy8kWbusPMPjG7bUzaMJWCjl2mZlvDigKShM1DnK8Lwuo1sPtrW-6lALIH1xJkcixDcPbY4MIE_qDDV3kfKWmhr32/s1600/2d80622ff5e762c7-f2801c93c09fd0ca.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVuy2GoleQLKzJbZyNdOM0UuSr8Kb2HSyI_s6eR8cLolbUSafL7aIXy8kWbusPMPjG7bUzaMJWCjl2mZlvDigKShM1DnK8Lwuo1sPtrW-6lALIH1xJkcixDcPbY4MIE_qDDV3kfKWmhr32/s320/2d80622ff5e762c7-f2801c93c09fd0ca.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718717201310070306" /></a>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-68694435938996851852010-05-29T02:12:00.000-07:002010-05-29T02:47:52.160-07:00Just hush!<span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Well... I know I've still a few months of catching up to do from last year, but give me a break! I'm sleepy! So, once again, a moment for a quick re-cap and then I will, really, embellish on the key points. I swear....<br /><br />October 2009<br />Halloween (without my children, boo.)<br />Moved to Gresham (also, kind of boo)<br />Walter was stolen from me. Anger.<br /><br />November 2009<br />Thanksgiving (what's with the holidays this year falling on dbags parenting time days?!)<br />Damn, it's been a while, what else happened?<br /><br />December 2009</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong><span style="color:#003300;">dbag stopped paying child support after 2 months... Who'd have guessed?!<br />Happy birthday Aiden! (and Delaney, and Kt!)<br />Made a pretty sweet teepee cake for Aiden.<br />And a playstation 2 controller cheese cake for Chai.<br />Christmas Morning, just me and my boys (best day ever)<br />Walter was returned!!! And Mark at Kadels in Gresham is awesome!<br /><br />January 2010<br />Happy birthday to me (now this was the best day ever!)<br />Kerry the douche moved out, and stole my kitchen in the process (Yippee!)<br />Boyfriend moves in with me.... uh oh.<br /><br />February 2010<br />Got to see Storm Large with the Oregon Symphony!<br />Also, just a side note here, Kt rules.<br />Made a fair-to-middling Thomas the Train cake for a little boy's 3rd birthday.<br />Happy birthday Duke!<br /><br />March 2010<br />Bad ass drive to Utah<br /></span></strong><strong><span style="color:#003300;">Finally finished family tree tattoo<br />Boyfriend (now ex) moves out! (sigh of relief)<br />Was pretty much robbed blind by said ex-boyfriend. this month was fun.<br /><br />April 2010<br />What the hell happened here?! My baby is 2!!<br />Made a sweet airplane cake, and a motocross track cake for Truman's parties.<br />David has a new baby girl! Hello Rowyn Averi!<br />Made a pretty sweet pregnant barbie cake for Keely's shower.<br />Started painting! (trees, naturally)<br /><br />May 2010<br />Crazy ass day trip across a few cities with Kt and all 4 boys! This one needs explaining!<br /><br />And again... The books! Oh the lovely books! So many new (to me as yet) authors, and titles, and styles, and stories! I love me some good book! Still writing (not as much as I should) and very much still painting. I should have assaulted a canvas years ago!</span></strong></span>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-35848536198375603902009-09-13T21:14:00.000-07:002009-09-14T23:17:26.522-07:00Crazy, Beautiful<div style="text-align: center;">So... April, huh?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, the biggest occurance of that lovely month (in my opinion) was Truman's first birthday. His cousin Bryar was born just 9 days after Truman, so my brother and I decided to combine the two birthdays into one large party. It was a really sweet day, weather was gorgeous, babies were cute as all hell, a lot of family and friends turned out. My mom made an extremely girled-out butterfly cake for Bryar, which was wicked cute, and I made a rad little turtle cake for Truman. Two turtle cakes actually, a large one for the family on behalf of the boy, and a little one rollin' along in a tiny Radio Flyer wagon for the man-of-the-hour himself. They loved it of course. Truman dug right in two-fisting that sucker and stuffing his face. Bryar went about it with two delicate little fingers, trying to keep her finger nails and clothing as clean as possible. Like I said, wicked cute.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizUuvT39t1GhVvfq9N8KBiIvD5PEdfvaWFFDi4QEXByHvQfSLOf9ZGdnEn7JpqIAef6ptwKhVNd4yC-2VC3mQ-q8D1Wxpl2U_waHZNvwRnbtbyQyQ2uWE5im78Bm37qi_8VnDksV24srvN/s320/mail.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573246068434866" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1Lj_75P62YIlDWzJ-XyTjJkjGqXbYwOUpR-D9aFg6OgqxPJLqi0RcjzpydHqKmuZA8JBNCJBakAZGudwEe6wygJC0RHFFfJPiMqaHFJCvU0IlDmT4EBkE-mhq60gfkE-m0Sxm1SSPkEB/s320/ma.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573231553724946" /><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVbLIfMkYsR2mMYSiQ3Kq568qzl28_xIWCHU2gGCfWH5barvtOjDR3vfU0d6i3XnT6BO_cxwiN8u_P7ITLcx1Kh_6nh9rEppHvkbKFyEbVd-73w3YwcaSdi3RTKrFX70CpWeRKJ77-9vjy/s320/tr.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381573255202460114" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then of course, April brought the final of 3 temporary custody hearings in my attempt to acquire full residential and legal custody of my two little boys. (I have had full custody of them from the moment they were each born, I've been just been trying to get things in legal documentation!) So, the hearing sucked. The judge we were assigned to refused to hear the case whatsoever. She read her case notes from the previous Judge and decided to force my boys and I to move back to Oregon within ten days of the hearing, so that the boys would be closer to a father who refused to see them, call them, contact them or support them in any way for the previous 12 months. We were literally in and out of that court room within 7 minutes. Not a word was allowed to be spoken on behalf of either party. Just a complete stranger's snap decision that heftily altered the futures of two innocent little boys. Righteous, gotta love this legal system.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Elliot flew down from Oregon a few days later to stay one night with us and help me drive back to Portland. We loaded up a Uhaul trailer with the necessities of our possessions, kept the boys awake all day to ensure a solid ten hours of sleep that night in the car, and had the family over for one last dinner and goodbye hoorah. We were loaded up and waving to our family around 7 p.m., and arrived in Portland around 9 a.m. the next day. Elliot did every mile of driving himself. At one point in Idaho, early in the wee hours of the morning, Truman woke up with a mild fever and we were stumped in our search for infants tylenol by closed grocers statewide. We found a safeway with inner lights still ablaze and pulled in to the parking lot. We were intercepted halfway to the doors by a sweet old gentleman who informed us that the store was in fact closed but being remodeled, which explained the lights. When we asked him for a recommendation on where to find the tylenol, he asked us to please wait for a moment, and returned minutes later with a bottle of infant's tylenol which he had purchased from inside the closed grocery store, and happily refused any sort of compensation. I wish I could remember his name but I will never forget his face, or his sweet smile of genuine care for an ailing baby. It was such an awesome gesture. Truman had a comfortable, fever-free sleep for the remainder of the trip, thanks to that sweet man. </div><div style="text-align: center;">As I said before, crazy move... beautiful drive!</div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-6176201253636706822009-09-10T23:11:00.000-07:002009-09-10T23:35:20.963-07:00Say what?!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">Hmmm... How long has it been? I'm not going to jump in to everything all at once because, frankly, that would be damn exhausting. So instead, I'll just list off the major key points that have impacted my world in the last few months, and touch on each one individually at a later time... Here we go:</span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">April: </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Truman turned one!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Went to Oregon for the last of my temporary custody hearings</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Moved to Oregon (crazy move, fun damn drive)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">May: </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Got engaged! (and shortly there after, unengaged!)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Started new Job in Oregon</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Went to my first Kills show</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Reconnected with a lot of old friends (which has really been beautiful!)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">June: </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Dang, what the crap happened in June?</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">July: </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Happy Fourth, Holmes!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Rylan's first birthday</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Final Permanent Custody Hearing! (We won, d-bag can suck it!)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Mom came to visit</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">August: </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> David's 23rd birthday</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Reconnected with some more old friends (so much fun)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Corey and Andrea got married!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Found a live-in nanny (she's rad)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Mom's new company opened it's doors (Itsadogthingshop.com, Check it Magooch!)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">September:</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> FISHER'S 3rd BIRTHDAY (boo. and Hooray!)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> Happy Labor day to you</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;"> </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330000;">*Most definitely there are things missing from this sad little list, but, I shall recall them and bore you to tears with their insignificant details! Oh! I just remembered... a GREAT many wonderful books! Now there is a list worth getting excited over!!</span></span></span></div><div><br /></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-15110879866375951002009-04-14T16:52:00.000-07:002009-04-14T17:00:41.075-07:00Caterpillar Sandwiches<div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TRUMAN!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">For his birthday, we thought eating bugs would be fun!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Turns out, eating bugs really IS fun!</div><div style="text-align: center;">We made us some caterpillar sandwiches, with ham to make 'em look fleshy!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dioNqvlXh0L1YJGOgMFL7iXteNt3DZDciXufgfFvlGHNNiITRkwe-aqx2NpUj8gJrv1ISWgYeOzL8hEok3JrppCSNTGbh8SiEYKmW0JCGvXsHcF-BbDQEr1B4-NKnHPfz0MVPJbGa4Wx/s1600-h/0414091721a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6dioNqvlXh0L1YJGOgMFL7iXteNt3DZDciXufgfFvlGHNNiITRkwe-aqx2NpUj8gJrv1ISWgYeOzL8hEok3JrppCSNTGbh8SiEYKmW0JCGvXsHcF-BbDQEr1B4-NKnHPfz0MVPJbGa4Wx/s320/0414091721a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324699575758321506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They were pretty tasty, and fun to look at. The grown ups had a harder time eating the poor little buggers than the children did... it was weird for Paps to bite off the head of a cute little dude just minding his own business on Paps' plate!</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1etOT861tkkJohw0kxWSDhFOuqcMHkE45pPT0sAaKZyPJKJLpZA2oh5F5uhtoVMUAdDpjD0fOKOvpS9E4-DJNZ2-E9Vry2zcWkPih0P9fICTboLyA49lSrFNBb1J8WviYO2ANw-Q1cKy/s1600-h/0414091721.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB1etOT861tkkJohw0kxWSDhFOuqcMHkE45pPT0sAaKZyPJKJLpZA2oh5F5uhtoVMUAdDpjD0fOKOvpS9E4-DJNZ2-E9Vry2zcWkPih0P9fICTboLyA49lSrFNBb1J8WviYO2ANw-Q1cKy/s320/0414091721.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324699577060456418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Fisher thought plucking off the eyes and saying "HA! Sucker! I've got your eyes, haha!" was the highlight of his evening. We had a blast! Normally I would use spinach tortillas, not wheat, so that the buggy fellas are green, which is just much cooler, but I couldn't find them and didn't want to store-hop in search of them. Oh well though, these guys were cool!</div><br /></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-32660816866023630612009-04-06T19:30:00.001-07:002009-04-06T19:36:17.951-07:00Octopus Pasta<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxyxK-YjUkrYGrNMNU-orBxCDU0mm_B_dr2SS0T5jFaEG8kBCdvR2FCC-NXsermXdpzkwUOx-FAM-0s6DG_8RkIq9vs5H_KXfbkvmu_ySW8YS3gA0TU178ukV6o5NjQVJ3RTJ6IXErBtXU/s1600-h/0406091349.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxyxK-YjUkrYGrNMNU-orBxCDU0mm_B_dr2SS0T5jFaEG8kBCdvR2FCC-NXsermXdpzkwUOx-FAM-0s6DG_8RkIq9vs5H_KXfbkvmu_ySW8YS3gA0TU178ukV6o5NjQVJ3RTJ6IXErBtXU/s320/0406091349.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321771339099814882" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Fisher wanted to help me make lunch today, so we decided to do something fun. We made "crazy pasta" (4 types of pasta together) with alfredo sauce, and cut up a hot dog, gave him mustard eyes and sat him up on the noodles. I was thinking next time I'll put a few goldfish crackers on the side here and there so that the octopus has a few ocean buddies to hang out with. Fisher loved it, he thought it was awesome to have a creature on his lunch, and cracked up when he bit off the octopus' head! Fun meals rule, baby!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-79200350228343265182009-03-31T08:19:00.000-07:002009-03-31T10:27:33.611-07:00Practice Turtle, the Cake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFamPTm66ZrYjwzik278P-HO_j6rXSdSogpy9wIMjoQPQJTlBdXUUiS6lucDP2kVqSsbnnm_NK7eWQMOg-TA1Gl-JgWs3a4FQFDFu5flWUG648YUlCVR_plQAjCjc91Iy8DsXP0yFM4wZ/s1600-h/0330091710a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDFamPTm66ZrYjwzik278P-HO_j6rXSdSogpy9wIMjoQPQJTlBdXUUiS6lucDP2kVqSsbnnm_NK7eWQMOg-TA1Gl-JgWs3a4FQFDFu5flWUG648YUlCVR_plQAjCjc91Iy8DsXP0yFM4wZ/s320/0330091710a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319381189843765170" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Truman, my little boog, is having a birth anniverary soon!! He loves turtles, was a turtle for halloween last year, and makes a face pretty regularly that resembles a turtle, so I thought, What the heck, lets do a turtle cake!! This is Practice Turtle, he's cool. His face and limbs are weird, and his shell is the same color as the grass, and his shell pattern is extremely not symmetrical, but he's alright! I made him out of red velvet cake and the grass he's standing in is green banana cake with a green coconut flake coating to look more like grass. He's hanging with some bugs, they're cool too, but they don't have names. I'll post photos of Birthday Turtle after the big day, he's not even a real guy yet and he's already cooler than Practice Turtle, he's even got a pretty sweet ride! Anyhow, this dude was fun to make and I'm going to take him to work with me today so that the ladies there can have fun eating him. Thanks Practice Turtle, you've been lovely!</span></span>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-47989731371483311062009-03-15T17:07:00.000-07:002009-03-18T08:46:44.862-07:00"we're going backwards"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29jr9AvDtWBqPLJ4elYqvyYNeBpep_b3IUxP9JTusCqTUTGJN2o4GXgib1F_6GIGn0U3ad1RagTWg5l5rkDvlz8_50q4A24ypCpJTnomgdMdpLPVNviCINXQAcOrCTHjwj-VtTdTx_Un5/s1600-h/Fish+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29jr9AvDtWBqPLJ4elYqvyYNeBpep_b3IUxP9JTusCqTUTGJN2o4GXgib1F_6GIGn0U3ad1RagTWg5l5rkDvlz8_50q4A24ypCpJTnomgdMdpLPVNviCINXQAcOrCTHjwj-VtTdTx_Un5/s320/Fish+-+Copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313571699773699698" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fisher and I ran to the grocery store together today. As I pulled into the the parking lot, this is the conversation that I had with Fisher:</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fisher: "no mama, not this way!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">me: "We have to go this way, this is the way to the store"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fisher: "no mama, we can't go backwards"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">me: "we're not going backwards baby, we're going forward"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Fisher: "mama! I can't go forehead!"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">And then I laughed so hard that I nearly peed in my pants.</span></span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-66814420236327703422009-03-13T11:01:00.000-07:002009-04-01T08:50:40.683-07:00Tag... you're it!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 85, 51); font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"><div class="post-body entry-content" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">STEP 1: Respond and rework. Answer the following questions on my blog, replacing one question that I dislike with a question of my own invention.<br /><br />STEP 2: Add one more question of my own.<br /><br />STEP 3: Tag eight other </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">bloggers</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.<br /><br /><br /><br />1) What is your favorite day of the week?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The one that ends with a Y<br /><br />2) What is your biggest fear?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Being unable to protect my children<br /><br />3) What was your worst subject in school?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Math<br /><br />4) Who did you hug last?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Fisher and Truman - pre-nap group hugs rock</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />5) What websites do you visit when you go online?</span></span></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Facebook</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, Zephyr Style, California Baby</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />6) What was the last item that you bought?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Devastator<br /><br />7) If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">New Zealand<br /><br />8) What is your favorite book?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A walk in the woods (right now)<br /><br />9) What was the longest car ride you ever took?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8 people crammed in a station wagon from bountiful Utah to L.A. California<br /><br />10) What was the last movie you watched?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Australia (One of the baddest ass movies ever made!)<br /><br />11) If you had a whole day to yourself with no work, commitments, or interruptions, what would you do?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Play in the mud with the boys and not care about the mess until tomorrow<br /><br />12) If you were to win the </span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Powerball</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, what would you do with the money (besides invest it)?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">College funds, move to New Zealand!! Buy a house for nana.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />13)If you could pick the single most pivotal moment in your life, what would it be, and why?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The day I found the courage to leave a bad situation and protect my children no matter what bumps in the road i came accross, because life since has been the sweetest ride imaginable</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />14) Who is the person that has had the most influence in your life?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My boys. Without a doubt My boys!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">15) If you had a choice of places to live, where would it be?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">New Zealand! Have I not made that clear?<br /><br />16)What's an item on your property you can't live without?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Water<br /><br />17) If you were stranded on a deserted island, and got one luxury item to take with you, and one person to take with you, what and who would it be? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">My little family (that counts right)!! And a water purification system</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">18) What is one thing you would change about your life?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I would have finished college and gotten my degree before I was 21</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">19)If you could only hear one musical artist for the rest of your life, who would it be?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Fats Domino or Frank Sinatra<br /><br /></span></span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">OK</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, I now tag:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">1. Sarah<br />2. Katherine<br />3. Momica<br />4. Amanda</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">5. J and J</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">6. Zephyr</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">7. the other Sarah (yes that's you)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">8. Hillary<br /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="clear: both; "></div></div><div class="post-footer" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: right; "><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1"></div></div></span>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-57485139810875598422009-02-21T10:48:00.000-08:002009-02-21T10:52:45.446-08:00castaways<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Just a moment ago Fisher was playing in the family room and Truman and I were watching him. He was pretending to be on an island, all by himself, building a hut. Fisher walked over to Truman, put his little hand on his brothers face and said "Truman, do you wanna be a castaway wif me? Wanna be a castaway Chip? Okay." It was awesome.</span>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-30576340126831944972009-01-13T14:44:00.000-08:002009-01-14T16:54:57.191-08:00missing pieces<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-kmMesAkULRQBxim47P85ZqlYNnAK1732j3yYa00xFEVnYb-1A4qIESrZemR8Lgnj3UlHW59L2cxNzf64qjBTa8_rkYWrM370wOd-B1NkF1v9mG9qdWXaEE5eLOob_NhBcFYkTFrROz1/s1600-h/DSC_0019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP-kmMesAkULRQBxim47P85ZqlYNnAK1732j3yYa00xFEVnYb-1A4qIESrZemR8Lgnj3UlHW59L2cxNzf64qjBTa8_rkYWrM370wOd-B1NkF1v9mG9qdWXaEE5eLOob_NhBcFYkTFrROz1/s320/DSC_0019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290919308062544658" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">It has been a few weeks since my last update and a few important things have happened. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">First, Truman experienced, and loved, his very first Christmas! We got to have my little sisters here with us for the first time on Christmas eve overnight. It was so much fun to have them, and to see the boys on Christmas together. Santa brought Fisher and Truman each a new Radio Flyer bike and an Art Easel with supplies to share for their playroom. Yaya and Paps spoiled us all and we had a wonderful holiday. Fisher even learned to share with others and to be responsible with his money. He bought all of his own Christmas presents for his cousins and Grandparents with his own money that he has been saving over the last year. He decided, after having the concept explained to him, to buy a book from Barnes and Noble to be donated to a child with less fortunes than himself. It was very sweet watching him pick out just the right book! He also decided to adopt an angel tree baby and, again with his own money, bought a new package of diapers and gave some of his own clothes that he has grown out of. He loved to share and was very proud of himself, as was I! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Second, thanks to my families' generous Christmas and birthday contributions, I got to start work on my family tree tattoo, which I am very excited about! I can't wait to immortalize my family in this beautiful piece of art, the design of which I owe a lot to my big sister, Sarah.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);">Next, my children's safety and future has again been threatened by their biological father, a matter which we are trying to rectify as best we can. Sarah, Matt, David, mom and Paps have been very supportive and helpful through all of this. Mom, paps and David, who we live with and closest to, take the boys' safety very seriously and monitor every aspect of vulnerability with extreme caution. No children have ever been better protected or more loved than these two perfect little boys! Sarah has spent a lot of time researching information and resources that are helpful to our situation. Also, when we lived with her, she and Matt protected them every bit as vigilantly as our family here at home in Utah do. Again, these boys are very blessed with caring family who want the best for them. I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone for looking out for my children! 2008 was a VERY scary year, and the terror is far from over. But through it all, my children have known an endless love from so many, an endless supply of support and care. They haven't had to experience our continuing fear or stress because these people have protected them from it all while loving them unconditionally. Thank you for taking care of us! We are hoping for a safe end to this nightmare before another year has passed us by, and we owe that hope to Sarah, Matt, David, Mom and Papoo. Thank you, we love you!</span></span></div><div><br /></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-82908372626491613932008-11-04T21:13:00.000-08:002008-11-11T12:02:19.656-08:00"We are not enemies, we are friends...as Americans, we are one"<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7_cvqHMFziw9GUU2ZphApP6xtxtMJOWP8RdZ1TBZT7qQ5aVNSIYoc_ZUpJqmhAgjWPiPEgxMWRLwfBzNbBj5l94whWdgdeo1I7vdM6GUii_XwQsuLDE_v8X6KFzpeflK8vXEIVHMMm0Tv/s1600-h/american-flag-2a.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265037803242970162" 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/AVvXsEi7_cvqHMFziw9GUU2ZphApP6xtxtMJOWP8RdZ1TBZT7qQ5aVNSIYoc_ZUpJqmhAgjWPiPEgxMWRLwfBzNbBj5l94whWdgdeo1I7vdM6GUii_XwQsuLDE_v8X6KFzpeflK8vXEIVHMMm0Tv/s400/american-flag-2a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#000066;">No matter how you voted today, no matter what you feel tonight, please start your day tomorrow an American citizen. Get behind our new President of the United States of America, and stand proud. We are not enemies, we are not two seperate parties. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">We are Americans, we are brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, cousins, aunts and uncles, lovers, friends, and family. We are proud of our country and our heritage. If your nominee lost you should feel your disappointment tonight, but let it go tomorrow and be one together. Be proud, be supportive, be American!!</span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">We, as a free country, have elected a new President! Lets welcome him and support him, he is OURS!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#660000;">Yahoo Obama, Yahoo America, Yahoo Freedom!!</span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-10206503305382066292008-11-03T13:46:00.000-08:002008-11-03T14:27:36.200-08:00Turtle Babies<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Fisher & Truman were little turtles for Halloween this year. Fisher wore his costume every day for about a week before the big night, and wants to wear it to bed every night since! They were both awful cute in their matching suits!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264552409097740370" 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/AVvXsEiy-VwndUP5t7kjvrfeXHfKCOUlv5Q45OjIelAvy53JJO61_AnjoLg7DFPMhJykuR4qPQyDhkBWOpWNylo8sWNOIxWR66pN4Xv-6j_on_cFHVH7_wyfoHPCroZje7uFk9MnYtz67POUkzvk/s320/trickortreat15.jpg" border="0" /> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">The local mall hosted a trick-or-treat, for a few hours in the evening the children got to go store-front to store-front in the safe, warm indoors to start their holiday in comfort! I loaded the boys up in their wagon and off we went. Truman had his own little bag (for me) but Fisher had his hands in both bags!</span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264552398504772802" 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/AVvXsEip9tXz25lacVLoXsF-zkDLW8ub7yo1jWqTMSRIB68LYPZBCNsG29MeEtZ9mq6CZ-JWDSxTKYEwbEFanK3LdKTrcmv167Q2Jc2zETvY3qrVF-qdq-De_zctuzjFlSEsLppUMeIUumCEKGLa/s320/trickortreat17.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>As soon as a piece of candy hit his bag, Fisher was working to open it. I was scrambling to check everything before he got his little hands on it! Before he had anything half open though, he was given another piece, would then drop the first and begin work on the new arrival! Truman was content to watch. His little eyes were as busy as Fisher's little hands!</strong></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264552393504100178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi24Su75YDhOoWRzCJ0Rl_plycL5hoddrR4ho1r4Sjm2Dy6SNgzsk753PGrNMkExhUBksYeboQYQ7cuATyZkQNFCip6AxFtlYtsDyAl64a_z8P1MbZQdJZdByJFoE5xVzDBDlaPWnota-jn/s320/trickortreat14.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>As soon as we got home from the mall Trick-or-treat, Fisher and I walked around the block together, just the two of us, while Truman took a little snooze with Yaya. Uncle David, Hali & Bryar came over later in the evening and the three of them and Christian tagged along with the boys and I in our wagon through the neighborhood on a real door to door Trick-or-Treat. We had so much fun!</strong></span> </span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264552391370998018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTjRG8RXix4QyBGH7k5agzDA9Dq2FV6_yGdSi4cSshXgtVaIMMrf58Jmh8oiWaesBqKgw_xXa9iaqe8JPO2-nlYOsYq2L_8Rl4kO0E9wmtBW2D4Mj0vwxvTy8tyCiCakjc4vnQrXqKwad/s320/trickortreating2.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"><strong>Almost immediately after leaving the driveway, the wagon ride lolled Truman right to sleep. He missed most of the scenery, but he sure looked comfy! His little costume was very snug and warm and he really enjoyed the ride! David was dressed as Sweeney Todd, Bryar was a little pink daisy, Fisher and Truman were in their turtle costumes, I was G.I. Joe and Christian was a rock star. We made quite a group of characters.</strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264552406039538082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT9jOzlVQZZEWyPv59XBRN8FEIDEczFd3-RSthv1_SBc8_owS_9bhIb_xMCHyM4I00K3CaAARjVwfZoUdHCrbhD2Zb3jcbbMiz-YWP1QhjnYDteu_xBegQhLgzB1mcdoYy09U5fKv-ujT3/s320/trickortreat18.jpg" border="0" /> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"><strong>Happy Halloween</strong></span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-20184015557404676372008-11-02T11:37:00.000-08:002008-11-02T15:15:26.513-08:004th folder, 4th picture<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrpWrt47-G9CPpJEobeYHLmhitOc7kU86BdrKa3VALUXsQvZ7i1YngRSYvy7ebP-3-zy7F_Nehe2M6soYHV-rYg60iMsY4qgEsZxll597dHGoUCeYvfQ0oxTebW7TDmEiJcONyz9g5Ewwt/s1600-h/attachment.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264147120757955522" 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/AVvXsEgrpWrt47-G9CPpJEobeYHLmhitOc7kU86BdrKa3VALUXsQvZ7i1YngRSYvy7ebP-3-zy7F_Nehe2M6soYHV-rYg60iMsY4qgEsZxll597dHGoUCeYvfQ0oxTebW7TDmEiJcONyz9g5Ewwt/s400/attachment.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333300;">This is a picture of Truman, taken shortly after he started pushing himself up on his skinny little arms! Jack, Paps' and Yaya's black lab, had just drive-by-licked Truman's face, which explains the "what the crap was that" look that Truman is wearing here! It was too funny! </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#333300;">I was tagged by Katherine to do a 4th folder, 4th picture post. I tag Sarah, Yaya, Amanda, Jerid and Jesse to do the same! Open your fourth pictures folder and select your fourth picture. Then tag four more people! It was fun to indulge in a little random silliness!</span> </div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-49948208474764484922008-10-30T13:22:00.000-07:002009-01-17T15:12:17.371-08:00Little Pumpkins<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLneMV22jjmECVC4sy7_bIA8BDYKkcMzfiQh584XK6hjDPmNoPseSVOrnjMna-KD4U_zu_dMkEkuiEJHJczc6o2Sxqp3BNkFB_cchXH6rhKISAbbENdX5Lesrr-GXS363-ReXNGj1pstY/s1600-h/pumpkin2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045428950208530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlLneMV22jjmECVC4sy7_bIA8BDYKkcMzfiQh584XK6hjDPmNoPseSVOrnjMna-KD4U_zu_dMkEkuiEJHJczc6o2Sxqp3BNkFB_cchXH6rhKISAbbENdX5Lesrr-GXS363-ReXNGj1pstY/s200/pumpkin2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#993300;"><span style="color:#000000;">!!</span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">HAPPY HALLOWEEN</span><span style="color:#000000;">!!</span></strong><br /></div><strong></strong><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">The whole family... Paps, Yaya, Makayla, Brittney, Christian, David, Hali, </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">Bryar, Fisher, Truman and myself... went to Pack Farms in Farmington, Utah last weekend. The search for our pumpkins was on. We unfortunately missed out on the hayride, we got <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUR8uvs3eQNfBJ1ael-b03mqm_9AY__Gt0j1WXHghUB_GUPtD1ZNO4sTLndvLHHA1Ff_ttC3DpBHqBk0uUeRkkfEZf3ZE3YhiZfpVBBa_0JYehBVkQMdbxmpG2PvGx4wZ7AHsd3R5sQ-A/s1600-h/pumpkin2.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045860137029842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHUR8uvs3eQNfBJ1ael-b03mqm_9AY__Gt0j1WXHghUB_GUPtD1ZNO4sTLndvLHHA1Ff_ttC3DpBHqBk0uUeRkkfEZf3ZE3YhiZfpVBBa_0JYehBVkQMdbxmpG2PvGx4wZ7AHsd3R5sQ-A/s200/pumpkin2.jpg" border="0" /></span></a>there a little too early, but we had a blast anyway. Fisher and I ran crazy through the Kidz Hay Maze, then everybody took off through the Pumpkin Patch. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">Fisher was so serious as he looked at every single pumpkin he came near, turned them over,</span></div><div align="center"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">scrutinized every inch, and hefted as many as he could </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ-1IohA-u7HyfOg-UH-oi5Tu_7iAlfCvvr7ytoawRiKgX5gyk9y0dB30J-6CTI-jMUHfH83-tKyg1MAFXOcCZbPdfy2wPXHV6RsMXND3KJlcweWkT06x8JZJe5-u9fARGHG_5lnDjvX4/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"><span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045460721279298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ-1IohA-u7HyfOg-UH-oi5Tu_7iAlfCvvr7ytoawRiKgX5gyk9y0dB30J-6CTI-jMUHfH83-tKyg1MAFXOcCZbPdfy2wPXHV6RsMXND3KJlcweWkT06x8JZJe5-u9fARGHG_5lnDjvX4/s200/pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOQ-1IohA-u7HyfOg-UH-oi5Tu_7iAlfCvvr7ytoawRiKgX5gyk9y0dB30J-6CTI-jMUHfH83-tKyg1MAFXOcCZbPdfy2wPXHV6RsMXND3KJlcweWkT06x8JZJe5-u9fARGHG_5lnDjvX4/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span></span></span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">lift. He found three that he approved of, but couldn't chose just one, so we went ahead and brought them all home. </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndfl35JC6ZEQFiWoX0xgEZWMQcLhzeskDMP3Fc_K55gQey_oobyavgpfhPDPxk9_B57v1BrSMhAD8O78T4ZoD6yJ_v2E98z3qXvPo4T5K5QbxwNuA2qiSoLw6ts-oZ-o8o5y6Dq9bhRGK/s1600-h/pumpkin6.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndfl35JC6ZEQFiWoX0xgEZWMQcLhzeskDMP3Fc_K55gQey_oobyavgpfhPDPxk9_B57v1BrSMhAD8O78T4ZoD6yJ_v2E98z3qXvPo4T5K5QbxwNuA2qiSoLw6ts-oZ-o8o5y6Dq9bhRGK/s1600-h/pumpkin6.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">He and Paps found a big green grasshopper, which may have been Fisher's favorite part of the day. <div align="center">Paps caught it up and put it in Fisher's hand, where it stayed for quite a while. Fisher really like seeing it so closely and feeling it walk on and tickle his hand. When the little guy <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045477607184466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjndfl35JC6ZEQFiWoX0xgEZWMQcLhzeskDMP3Fc_K55gQey_oobyavgpfhPDPxk9_B57v1BrSMhAD8O78T4ZoD6yJ_v2E98z3qXvPo4T5K5QbxwNuA2qiSoLw6ts-oZ-o8o5y6Dq9bhRGK/s200/pumpkin6.jpg" border="0" />finally jumped out of Fisher's hand, Paps gave a <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">good and high pitched squeak! That may have been my favorite part of the day!</span></div></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;">HAPPY HALLOWEEN</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgLa31viODsd0smoAf8HZI4bBleZ-GMaLvAJzACo9xnkYAxtqslmk3JcM7cFXS__ENTe_Z-OLfl7QV44XJlJDAHZbY-nl6BTIyNe6XNyLQab3Pk9KxwAqEQoR3tdbEdAijNcc2vu47fJA/s1600-h/pumpkin3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045443152172514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWgLa31viODsd0smoAf8HZI4bBleZ-GMaLvAJzACo9xnkYAxtqslmk3JcM7cFXS__ENTe_Z-OLfl7QV44XJlJDAHZbY-nl6BTIyNe6XNyLQab3Pk9KxwAqEQoR3tdbEdAijNcc2vu47fJA/s200/pumpkin3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045486482995490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s200/fishers+pumpkin.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTvCt6k9hbScEezFDVHg_PaQZdtFaZRO7vbKs2Izd2vqfikssBnixCF6hWBuodBkt-XjKQa5aRaJubu-IQuGvuQFRdZmoMvF1-ve46tiYY8nhhKxWHo2eBRjJC1CoQu5j5tWDqh3ngKDV/s1600-h/pumpkin+family2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263045864989394242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTvCt6k9hbScEezFDVHg_PaQZdtFaZRO7vbKs2Izd2vqfikssBnixCF6hWBuodBkt-XjKQa5aRaJubu-IQuGvuQFRdZmoMvF1-ve46tiYY8nhhKxWHo2eBRjJC1CoQu5j5tWDqh3ngKDV/s200/pumpkin+family2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqTtBNTQI-179qBWr11N_-ZXnJdxTRD0qLj2vf03qELxPR55ShXU9V2sji6tVOKraUHAJ2cOik9WtUPfPz3r8zdMYuNceg0cgFv9-_EWMLBern7qhezmCmnwtMT3pO1Uz7RihuVXC9yIXv/s1600-h/fishers+pumpkin.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"></span></a></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXTvCt6k9hbScEezFDVHg_PaQZdtFaZRO7vbKs2Izd2vqfikssBnixCF6hWBuodBkt-XjKQa5aRaJubu-IQuGvuQFRdZmoMvF1-ve46tiYY8nhhKxWHo2eBRjJC1CoQu5j5tWDqh3ngKDV/s1600-h/pumpkin+family2.jpg"></a>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-19370448654610054882008-10-23T20:06:00.001-07:002008-11-02T11:33:36.618-08:00Diaper Dilema<span style="color:#993300;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_FPaXXd7C9YnpvU0hD7ULXAMxfb3Lqs5fXi9nI_2lzC0CUoeX3DERhHprpIQ9XMy62auUihzcb38iWo7teSocWRCfli3aMbvB1087_vfXcECKmpbvsyTXDORIVKyBB6HLbvZxfIKuGADR/s1600-h/paps+and+fish.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260551590364226530" 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/AVvXsEg_FPaXXd7C9YnpvU0hD7ULXAMxfb3Lqs5fXi9nI_2lzC0CUoeX3DERhHprpIQ9XMy62auUihzcb38iWo7teSocWRCfli3aMbvB1087_vfXcECKmpbvsyTXDORIVKyBB6HLbvZxfIKuGADR/s400/paps+and+fish.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:78%;color:#003300;">Today Papoo was hanging out with the boys, they LOVE him! While I was in the process of changing Truman's diaper, Fisher needed my help "<em>quick</em> mama", so I let Truman relax on his blanket au natural while I ran to Fisher's aide. Paps decided to help out by finishing the diapering for me. It has been a <em><strong>long</strong></em> time since Paps has had any association with diapers... he put Fisher's (the 2 year old) diaper on Truman (the 6 month old)! Later this evening, Fisher and I had just got back from an evening swim. Fisher was lounging in his towel, getting dry & keeping warm, while I was in the bathroom getting into warm & dry clothes. Again, Paps came to help out! He helped fisher into a diaper so that he could get into his jammies... only he put Fisher (the 2 year old) in Truman's (the 6 month old) diaper!! Fisher stood up and began to pull on the manhood area of his diaper and told Paps ( the 40+ year old) "It's Truman's Diaper"!!! HEHEHEHE!! </span></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"><strong><em>!!Thank you Papoo!!</em></strong></span></p>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-80781692823248119442008-10-22T17:33:00.001-07:002008-10-23T20:05:24.308-07:00Rylan<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Bclu6-YeAKdrxugpPPFpQXznYHgV0jMXr6YtjMNBE4JzB5-TXyxaZVy3TLrpYh_Ucm2x1mXzPAxYuTr_jOtdRkWbr71fikdVQm_-x-EkF0IhQ05196WvY1XxWv3Lq4cTqVMNuOBYzkYN/s1600-h/rylan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260140989133380994" 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/AVvXsEh6Bclu6-YeAKdrxugpPPFpQXznYHgV0jMXr6YtjMNBE4JzB5-TXyxaZVy3TLrpYh_Ucm2x1mXzPAxYuTr_jOtdRkWbr71fikdVQm_-x-EkF0IhQ05196WvY1XxWv3Lq4cTqVMNuOBYzkYN/s320/rylan.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#333300;">This is Rylan, Aeden's baby brother, Katie & Austin's newest little man. Isn't he Perfect!?!</span></strong> </div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-66832648731500689662008-10-12T15:43:00.000-07:002008-11-02T11:34:10.216-08:00See what happens when grownups leave the room...!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhER_MpK_LVDIbD8KBKndIYUnhKpbtoXAkjeH3AG9YVSI1XIQOs3G6zQyqfCRUagFz32XuZTOrl7xiDdpRC5T_HUfIqY4c_vsDOD9oV0HjDWaU3UmqUNZf1bB6o2L4J9evvQskwE77_eO_m/s1600-h/fishers+cookie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256402112762810850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhER_MpK_LVDIbD8KBKndIYUnhKpbtoXAkjeH3AG9YVSI1XIQOs3G6zQyqfCRUagFz32XuZTOrl7xiDdpRC5T_HUfIqY4c_vsDOD9oV0HjDWaU3UmqUNZf1bB6o2L4J9evvQskwE77_eO_m/s200/fishers+cookie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#003300;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">First sugar cookies of the holiday season, a Halloween theme. Fisher, my sweet boy, decorated this orange frosted and sprinkled cookie for me while I was at work. Precious, right!?! </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHelJmHeMmCVIkJBFX1fb17IF0_n7ucSVjDIRjfWRyKWVXTXYfq6CYmK2xacRNroNk5oP-AJhL-_7kbe94BJOWRK9QsUWwAbKFIPSRsf3Ki8gZ0hiVH1qE1gZcoP0Zb-TMc1N8Yo21k0e/s1600-h/davids+cookies.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256402114548842850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHelJmHeMmCVIkJBFX1fb17IF0_n7ucSVjDIRjfWRyKWVXTXYfq6CYmK2xacRNroNk5oP-AJhL-_7kbe94BJOWRK9QsUWwAbKFIPSRsf3Ki8gZ0hiVH1qE1gZcoP0Zb-TMc1N8Yo21k0e/s200/davids+cookies.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#003300;"><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My brother David, knowing my love of trees, decorated this fall tree cookie for me, and the spider for himself. Well done, right!? </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And then theres my dad, our <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqVkF6unKFpvPpRIO3WlTLB4QocAHyLGtOPUT_SGEiEfpqt1xX73PUQaX0Z_1bKd1OW3qDYtOI59rrvWSSVo8DYZK1GaTVTY0_k2N14asIliKFUPKrdViDgl4Ai_Ojg_OqRs1pafnQ7E-/s1600-h/Papoos+cookies.jpg"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256402116850798530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijqVkF6unKFpvPpRIO3WlTLB4QocAHyLGtOPUT_SGEiEfpqt1xX73PUQaX0Z_1bKd1OW3qDYtOI59rrvWSSVo8DYZK1GaTVTY0_k2N14asIliKFUPKrdViDgl4Ai_Ojg_OqRs1pafnQ7E-/s200/Papoos+cookies.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">beloved Papoo, who </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tried to</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> do a </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">3D candy corn on one cookie. When </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">the frosting candy corn collapsed, he tagged the cookie, as seen here. Then, discouraged, he made some boobies to cheer himself up. Nice, right!?!</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Happy Halloween!!</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;">**NOTE: I was wrong about a part of this story.... Apparently David made that candy corn cookie, and it was gonna work, stay standing, until Paps smashed it, out of cold buttheadedness. Thats when David tagged it, and Paps just made the boobies cause that what he does!!**</span>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-67593285791927281992008-10-06T10:00:00.000-07:002008-10-13T13:50:36.339-07:00Uncle Jesse's Late Night Idea<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKvZ9ERy3-gVZ_ACjBm6Y3IaVKM7gG08AGDbs5YBtAPjMqY14vm68Ip8_9JEfIxDS6vKWY8RgMWsqRs2wbYAn5guC7b_LHDgsWrBeck98as9LZOVuve_asMmAUEG6oqfX1RMg9TNf3iCO/s1600-h/fisher'swall1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256743690322047746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGKvZ9ERy3-gVZ_ACjBm6Y3IaVKM7gG08AGDbs5YBtAPjMqY14vm68Ip8_9JEfIxDS6vKWY8RgMWsqRs2wbYAn5guC7b_LHDgsWrBeck98as9LZOVuve_asMmAUEG6oqfX1RMg9TNf3iCO/s200/fisher'swall1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"><span style="color:#000066;">Uncle Jesse came to visit last week. His secon</span><span style="color:#000066;">d night here, he was laying in bed, nearly asleep, and suddenly had an idea to paint dinosaurs on Fisher's bedroom wall! Then he went to sleep.</span></span></strong><span style="color:#000066;"> </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDOhLnNdgXDiU760Hu_KvEia1dGxRLSP4vEUYidKpVnpcfQ5JkpqzoCviCJXrrWUPnDy0t6prlgUXsNb1mysNbKSt0S-IhkeJv-u5YxAQsFl4uOun8mhDfC0vs7crwFzr2bWM5jWkFUj7/s1600-h/fisherswall6.jpg"><span style="color:#000066;"></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDOhLnNdgXDiU760Hu_KvEia1dGxRLSP4vEUYidKpVnpcfQ5JkpqzoCviCJXrrWUPnDy0t6prlgUXsNb1mysNbKSt0S-IhkeJv-u5YxAQsFl4uOun8mhDfC0vs7crwFzr2bWM5jWkFUj7/s1600-h/fisherswall6.jpg"><span style="color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254087352241682658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjDOhLnNdgXDiU760Hu_KvEia1dGxRLSP4vEUYidKpVnpcfQ5JkpqzoCviCJXrrWUPnDy0t6prlgUXsNb1mysNbKSt0S-IhkeJv-u5YxAQsFl4uOun8mhDfC0vs7crwFzr2bWM5jWkFUj7/s200/fisherswall6.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">Next day, He got started! That red Brontosaurus is over 4 feet tall and equally long! Unfortunately, Uncle Jesse's trip was over much too soon, and he didn't get to paint all of the dinos. He drew the </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">remaining few out and I painted them (not nearly as well as he would have done). </span></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"></span></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHDCZwKVPnsSBUiRsrdUdU7N8UDgzVc2qS4qqGIJBPsyfb5pqpteGQ9KNDGjDsBjMhzhWDJm2v1DppLNtrzuOdE3YrbXTwDoFNXzYlTfsyjPnG9f0xA9-b1UhSVaA0boFkWKjCekh7CVW/s1600-h/fisherswall5.jpg"><span style="color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254087347986752466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHDCZwKVPnsSBUiRsrdUdU7N8UDgzVc2qS4qqGIJBPsyfb5pqpteGQ9KNDGjDsBjMhzhWDJm2v1DppLNtrzuOdE3YrbXTwDoFNXzYlTfsyjPnG9f0xA9-b1UhSVaA0boFkWKjCekh7CVW/s200/fisherswall5.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> The outcome is great though, and Fisher loves his "new friends". Every day before nap and every evening before bed, he "pets them nice" and tells them goodnight. As soon as he wakes up he checks to make sure </span></strong></span><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">that they are still there, and when he sees them says "HI new friends!" </span></strong><br /></span><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000066;"><br /></span><span style="color:#cc6600;"><span style="color:#000066;"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;">THANK YOU GREAT UNCLE JESSE!!</span></strong></span><br /><br /></span><span style="color:#cc6600;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfdhIJWk4S31vH4f4jiIz04dr_pyMndDcUhydHMPFtAps8OAhv4Xv57AFELhIRp6ICJkxsiEjZedZdGHJIYxwwF3VQwc1dKnSzKedL_as1L1nDwW1ZlCt8fNWhQ_NYYAVkJvQxMkXoKe3/s1600-h/fisherswall10.jpg"><span style="color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254087353214978434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLfdhIJWk4S31vH4f4jiIz04dr_pyMndDcUhydHMPFtAps8OAhv4Xv57AFELhIRp6ICJkxsiEjZedZdGHJIYxwwF3VQwc1dKnSzKedL_as1L1nDwW1ZlCt8fNWhQ_NYYAVkJvQxMkXoKe3/s200/fisherswall10.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7bdPw8pA3rwKMdGk5rKF_7mCeE2MGKSDngdOOJqwax06qPEAMVfnN2Xq68T7u4jdITJ7vPJmiBlvvWJ9e6pfsR0duHolcoZwA21I9SdrIBz7L4FZPYD0HSV-6fiUJO0lCETR7xfmfPBj/s1600-h/fisherswall11.jpg"><span style="color:#000066;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254090413243084050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic7bdPw8pA3rwKMdGk5rKF_7mCeE2MGKSDngdOOJqwax06qPEAMVfnN2Xq68T7u4jdITJ7vPJmiBlvvWJ9e6pfsR0duHolcoZwA21I9SdrIBz7L4FZPYD0HSV-6fiUJO0lCETR7xfmfPBj/s200/fisherswall11.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-76180349902474112008-09-03T14:58:00.000-07:002008-10-16T16:04:17.612-07:002<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFnZ8VhLmQCTx7ErxdkbJ4GJ6nrBGd8FuczS_uLj0gsBwPhWHEAifB2S6_NWAtVHmgHvr-2RT341LWfk2ifJXep3hSiH3xTHCe6DNkkuET243ecjUqtmOGQImUpgqT9qxPIGF146AAHMl/s1600-h/hardhat.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257891345508115794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZFnZ8VhLmQCTx7ErxdkbJ4GJ6nrBGd8FuczS_uLj0gsBwPhWHEAifB2S6_NWAtVHmgHvr-2RT341LWfk2ifJXep3hSiH3xTHCe6DNkkuET243ecjUqtmOGQImUpgqT9qxPIGF146AAHMl/s200/hardhat.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHORMBSPtfpESm0E-vgLtunzvL0cn_UEl07P3HLjxOrPSnyxV54pR3FjLgK26IGWH0tJUAuTKMSSYOxdpfW9x-igHlvzh-YjC-hEZIXj6SKtjKjSgE6w8n-KnP-o5l4iG8xj8rYnw8UIHS/s1600-h/Damn+good+cake.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257891351468591074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHORMBSPtfpESm0E-vgLtunzvL0cn_UEl07P3HLjxOrPSnyxV54pR3FjLgK26IGWH0tJUAuTKMSSYOxdpfW9x-igHlvzh-YjC-hEZIXj6SKtjKjSgE6w8n-KnP-o5l4iG8xj8rYnw8UIHS/s200/Damn+good+cake.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsguswu3HuE9-MTNXSaaBok2iudRojkp1WAqwkWauGnS9y2BmDbsXIF-iagvRc8VKnQ9eyHARTcLUwyRhO26LciB23jruMPvKiUsk95dOjfNYQL2cQuQwUKD5ifVGx9FvB61vM2-g3XDd/s1600-h/IMG_0503.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241176837584648178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsguswu3HuE9-MTNXSaaBok2iudRojkp1WAqwkWauGnS9y2BmDbsXIF-iagvRc8VKnQ9eyHARTcLUwyRhO26LciB23jruMPvKiUsk95dOjfNYQL2cQuQwUKD5ifVGx9FvB61vM2-g3XDd/s320/IMG_0503.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;">Fisher is turning 2!! We had a birth anniversary party for him on Saturday at Paps and Yaya's place. It was a construction zone theme with tonka trucks and dirt everywhere! The boy had a blast! He ate candy rocks and demolished a dump truck pinata, and made out with 25 new cars and trucks! I can't believe that two years have passed already and my baby isn't a baby any more! The time has flown by but every moment has left it's mark on my heart! Thank heaven for this little boy!!</span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-37113761320436015922008-08-12T17:56:00.000-07:002009-01-17T15:17:13.716-08:00Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha<span style="color:#333300;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Remember Marcus from the tv show Last Comic Standing?</span></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238290315432435010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ6wx9jt1B3_ulpDbWKHPlf6XY3FDguxt86_UdmzpexbuMFMLHZA8NMT72m3rOeVncSAMN2cRFm1cLKACNR9ueV1o9m1e_1WepNs901jattnGtcM69dEXoSvLTgbFJvxSh5uNN52l2xWuo/s200/marcus.bmp" width="339" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">For my brother's 22nd birthday I went with him, his wife and our dad to watch Marcus perform at a comedy club in Ogden, Utah (2 days after Last Comic Standing season finale where Marcus took 2nd place).</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /><br /></span></span><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4NlSS0hABQVcYa90UBuMJnDLQMclUQxkmLOcoUETYo-QQI4h8hiLQg4hhnugRRf6QQrisOJpOsw2Jh-GFGtpfuWEXwNluRT_oQRQBRKp9-DvTrHq8wlwL_IMuYjjq1ahURGmBeKZJKgB4/s1600-h/marcus+2.bmp"><span style="color:#333300;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238290032253154754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4NlSS0hABQVcYa90UBuMJnDLQMclUQxkmLOcoUETYo-QQI4h8hiLQg4hhnugRRf6QQrisOJpOsw2Jh-GFGtpfuWEXwNluRT_oQRQBRKp9-DvTrHq8wlwL_IMuYjjq1ahURGmBeKZJKgB4/s200/marcus+2.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#333300;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">About halfway into the show, in the momentarily quiet room just as Marcus was about to deliver a punchline, the beer I had been drinking surprised us all by showing itself so rudely in the form an </span><strong><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">extremely </span></em></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">loud and throaty belch. I would have been proud of the thing under regular circumstances, and later was indeed quite proud of it, but at the moment as this terribly attractive now famous guy stared at me in open-mouthed shock along with a room of 100+ strangers, and dropped his microphone I was rather uncomfortable! Marcus mollified me a bit though, by reaching out to shake my hand, pulling me on stage and, after an artfully done pause for appreciation, put his arm on my shoulders and said "</span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This </span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">made </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">that</span></em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> sound!" Which was followed by welcome laughter, myself included, and I really felt quite good about the whole thing. During the remainder of the show he came to my seat (front row, center stage) and made a few more one-liner jokes about my needing to be taught manners, as well as a joke involving a little bug and my brother's shoe. It was really a wonderful night! Marcus ended the show by answering the audience's questions and then pulled me, along with a few other objects of his joking, onto stage while he sang a little song and bid us all goodnight! It really was the most fun I've had in a long long time!</span></span> <div></div></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-89800050960780299342008-08-06T16:41:00.001-07:002009-01-17T15:26:36.975-08:00Perfection Photographed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ygUyu0HQMtQGBLuUJKdYmh-S3Bf1xuOe6Eo73EyGTT5c0-LI9BPis-tQ4xS2_7hyajcwgV5GcKNfgQdqiC0BKhfpyBkCv6qkM-AdvLX6_fqFY8fBpkvANikfrioJAL82SsCMcJYo_pur/s1600-h/Fisher+too.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231554732796817986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ygUyu0HQMtQGBLuUJKdYmh-S3Bf1xuOe6Eo73EyGTT5c0-LI9BPis-tQ4xS2_7hyajcwgV5GcKNfgQdqiC0BKhfpyBkCv6qkM-AdvLX6_fqFY8fBpkvANikfrioJAL82SsCMcJYo_pur/s200/Fisher+too.jpg" border="0" /></a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jVfYnfIEWqtAJG9S5GFi4PQtlaVSUOEHwEXxKrkwadY9M3dPxz_Gjd-5XhVMpG-Cd92VMQQSiMIEuNd7xGJ0mMizHBGkyEIsxYqPIEdQtRaeFt0WVXWoidIZ77kiPFiBO4oDdRdf-pIn/s200/DSC_0024.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231554750037587426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" border="0" /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:'courier new';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My sister<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family:Georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">, </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Sarah, set up a </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">photo <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">session for the </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">boys in her backyard in Portland. Its </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">funny to see how these two get on together! Fisher wasn't too interested in holding Truman for very long, but Truman rolled with his brother's punches pretty well. Surprisingly the baby was easier to photograph than the toddler! The pictures turned out better than any proffessional and costly session could have </span></span></span></span></strong></div><div><strong><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">produced, and these are only a few!Thank You Aunt Sarah!!</span></span></span></span></strong></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZq8txL0I8v1S4Lwy2_fD2wtaash-67zu1ONhx9eTVwKQpHU-wRx4QX75z-IencFfedD4Af-DUs5tJHljkuODlJX_02sb4vcLEXGiBQHmE6APRXJ-Op8lvH-hl_2MYXZzMwGPY3Xe4whcv/s200/DSC_0075.jpg" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231554744424824914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" border="0" /></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-19576978213011045852008-07-22T23:28:00.000-07:002009-01-17T15:27:35.049-08:00a black bean production<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jNR8NB_-Y7PocdNeGb9GxuW__R6CC_7U48QmiC28M_YYyh3Ur8kR0Lx7rmD5si4DQcDWFqRMtSmBl_E6o7ibII6wxtOjVqbdW-noi6V5t6C95pNl3eNFD6gjeVw8GBoxpWC0qGZb-q26/s1600-h/IMG_0038.JPG"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226093269932525154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6jNR8NB_-Y7PocdNeGb9GxuW__R6CC_7U48QmiC28M_YYyh3Ur8kR0Lx7rmD5si4DQcDWFqRMtSmBl_E6o7ibII6wxtOjVqbdW-noi6V5t6C95pNl3eNFD6gjeVw8GBoxpWC0qGZb-q26/s320/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);">The heroes and I supped with my sister and her family earlier this week at a great little spot in southeast portland called Laughing Planet. As well as an organically creative menu and price perfection this family friendly eatery houses dinosaurs of all sizes, an eclectic music selection and a sweet sweet atmospheric comfort! Fisher, the oldest of my little heroes, ordered his all time favorite meal: whole black beans and fresh tortilla chips. After being served he proceeded to devour every last bite ( i tried it, it was delicious ) and some how managed to produce the stuff from his pores! There was no where near enough food for him to paint his face and his mohawk the way that he did, even if he hadn't cleaned his plate. Through some magic possessed only by little boys, Fisher's face, hands and hair produced black bean juice!</span></span></span></span></span>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-35401752849068968902008-07-22T00:22:00.000-07:002009-01-17T15:29:33.841-08:00some other words<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">"Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking people's hats off -- then, I account it high time to get to sea as soon as I can."</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"> </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">~Herman Melville</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51)"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';">Moby Dick, or The Whale Pg. 3</span></span></span><br /></span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5830824419605851484.post-959876822959703522008-07-21T23:44:00.000-07:002009-01-17T15:30:34.456-08:00some words of my fellow man<span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I sit beside the fire and think </span></span></span></span></span><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">of all that I have seen,</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Of meadow flowers and butterflies</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">in summers that have been;</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">Of yellow leaves and gossamer</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">in autumns that there were,</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">With morning mist and silver sun</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">and wind upon my hair.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I sit beside the fire and think</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">of how the world will be</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">When winter comes without a spring</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">that I shall ever see.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">For still there are so many things</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">that I have never seen:</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">In every wood in every spring</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">there is a different green.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I sit beside the fire and think</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">of people long ago,</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">and people who will see a world</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">that I shall never know.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">But all the while I sit and think</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">of times there were before,</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">I listen for returning feet</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">and voices at the door.</span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><br /></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span></span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">~J.R.R. Tolkein<br /></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="WHITE-SPACE: pre"></span></span></span></span></span><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'courier new';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);">LOTR Trilogy Pg. 272</span></span></span></span></span> </span></div>2 little heroeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06965746455247347234noreply@blogger.com0