tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85106799553151935282024-02-18T20:17:50.241-07:00living arizonaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.comBlogger341125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-44208425189069346212011-04-13T00:29:00.000-06:002011-04-13T00:29:30.017-06:00yum.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">These kids are oh, so delicious.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKE-hg2npe1VchF0-YVis1FTjLNJvrFFq2NfrlWR4auQtEAlPIhsw4WGqgHI0ppoJmKpThzZz3RlT8mJw3rpigPY1-eaoVy_RLvvzv5gL7MT4LaztxQmzYv9QjIDI2o9QIrwerAEh6sM4/s1600/20110404_6.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKE-hg2npe1VchF0-YVis1FTjLNJvrFFq2NfrlWR4auQtEAlPIhsw4WGqgHI0ppoJmKpThzZz3RlT8mJw3rpigPY1-eaoVy_RLvvzv5gL7MT4LaztxQmzYv9QjIDI2o9QIrwerAEh6sM4/s400/20110404_6.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAcfQ5-PsElGlbXbxeCMPEeUprdjO6b3HMu0IRNkYoO61Y_HGufqBHsxjvNpuE_HiDBXeRv3yDL2oTGh7lT023UUZ1SJ_xdhpMY8HOcYDHElwbLUqZUiDiTksL3qfTC4XnSiiBF5E2Ho/s1600/20110404_1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOAcfQ5-PsElGlbXbxeCMPEeUprdjO6b3HMu0IRNkYoO61Y_HGufqBHsxjvNpuE_HiDBXeRv3yDL2oTGh7lT023UUZ1SJ_xdhpMY8HOcYDHElwbLUqZUiDiTksL3qfTC4XnSiiBF5E2Ho/s400/20110404_1.JPG" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yummy. Little. Helpers.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-499657013249144192011-02-13T23:17:00.000-07:002011-02-13T23:17:19.592-07:00i love this kid.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsIOB9vKBodlq5-8bGyQbXU1amJoftOne-FkymFZB9JnhXrXFuJ0P1mnh9dlaygACO8BkbeQRzL9mS6pq5c2eJapWeRBu48_YjRXd9Xi7km5BwmM3eatSmOJ8Vq8InsZxd5fKPH0SytI/s1600/20110213_188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKsIOB9vKBodlq5-8bGyQbXU1amJoftOne-FkymFZB9JnhXrXFuJ0P1mnh9dlaygACO8BkbeQRzL9mS6pq5c2eJapWeRBu48_YjRXd9Xi7km5BwmM3eatSmOJ8Vq8InsZxd5fKPH0SytI/s640/20110213_188.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">that's it.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-28312156530382003232011-01-10T16:12:00.001-07:002011-01-10T16:13:35.472-07:00now see here -><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Look up in that corner right there. See that little link?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXEsF4FbyDDZjkaM7_fEqqblujBETKMtR-8wc8lLHJwSjBpLbEbQPDYXkysSPNDYHi0mmqbxJ19wX2fusxBOxQFxsZCbepnJQSynyHsaqWPRvJqRO7PF6g-dq5p6zYLEBPxUimpvfCB8/s1600/20110109_23.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXEsF4FbyDDZjkaM7_fEqqblujBETKMtR-8wc8lLHJwSjBpLbEbQPDYXkysSPNDYHi0mmqbxJ19wX2fusxBOxQFxsZCbepnJQSynyHsaqWPRvJqRO7PF6g-dq5p6zYLEBPxUimpvfCB8/s640/20110109_23.JPG" width="456" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I finally decided to start posting on my <a href="http://www.laviepetite.blogspot.com/">style blog</a>. Woo to the hoo. Check it out...</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-71801467005003314882010-12-20T11:16:00.000-07:002010-12-20T11:16:47.686-07:00Oh Christmas Tree I'm really proud of how my Christmas decorations turned out this year, and since we are leaving for Christmas so no one will be seeing them, here they are in all their glory...<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Garland swags and burlap bows.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the curio, with a swag of it's own and all the things I don't want the kiddos to touch tucked neatly behind the glass.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Just a reworking of my sofa table</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">One of my beloved Apothecary jars filled with pine cones and lovely white and silver berries.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the "kid" tree in the family room. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the "you'll die if you touch it" tree in the living room. I went with old fashioned this year. Aqua, burlap and tule. I love all the different textures.<br />
I also wrapped all the presents with brown paper instead of the traditional Christmas paper and used raffia and burlap ribbon.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I hung up burlap and used clothespins to hang up Christmas cards. I liked it alot more than stuff taped on the fridge.</td></tr>
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Birthday, my darling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCybGhNZG_8RAMlvOh_hvr-4hQeN9wen-MvX_0Z0HKP8PeaC-m0u1jTwbClU1rH2Y6wo8UZDv5cdeKfl-hVGgs9w3sfh8TsCsc6H-pDUPxxQektPk6g3pxCKWhKYZdqZBD4GHo3gIPZf8/s1600/20101025_155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCybGhNZG_8RAMlvOh_hvr-4hQeN9wen-MvX_0Z0HKP8PeaC-m0u1jTwbClU1rH2Y6wo8UZDv5cdeKfl-hVGgs9w3sfh8TsCsc6H-pDUPxxQektPk6g3pxCKWhKYZdqZBD4GHo3gIPZf8/s320/20101025_155.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">5 things I love about you:</div><div align="center">1. The way you laugh when you're really laughing.</div><div align="center">2. Your zeal for life.</div><div align="center">3. Your love of the Gospel.</div><div align="center">4. Your maturity.</div><div align="center">5. The way you put up with my shenanigans, and love me anyway.</div><div align="center">I love you.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-42745615441420543882010-10-09T09:09:00.000-06:002010-10-09T09:09:10.706-06:00oh I love my brother.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcTmno2-5Uq12r9ZIKSpVvxmnGZA_rqYCYI8n2djXi4peUnzS64-H0xXwmcPNPndNkKLwI-RfepQ34u_zFXlSWJ_kyZVBHDpb3PZpknTFR7mrI9VWJHcSM4R9hOv39twAp8Bdbrr-rj8/s1600/cute+matty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcTmno2-5Uq12r9ZIKSpVvxmnGZA_rqYCYI8n2djXi4peUnzS64-H0xXwmcPNPndNkKLwI-RfepQ34u_zFXlSWJ_kyZVBHDpb3PZpknTFR7mrI9VWJHcSM4R9hOv39twAp8Bdbrr-rj8/s320/cute+matty.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">yes i do.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-86345164380905852832010-09-27T23:20:00.000-06:002010-09-27T23:20:08.508-06:00dear...Dear Self, <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Can it possibly be over a month since you last posted? How pathetic. Well, perhaps not pathetic when taken into consideration that the reason for such neglect is that in fact life is insanely hecktic right now. As in 3 children, two of which go two different directions to school each day, one husband who is NEVER home (grad school, full time job...), busy calling at church, a whole 2850 square foot house that needs cleaning/decorating/ up keep- pretty much all by my lonesome (since like I said before, the hubs is MIA), a yard that needs mowed, trimmed, weeded and coddled (because it is still ridiculously hot here in the Zona.) oh, yeah, and my 7 credits of classes that I am taking myself- one a 400 level literature class, the other one, French. And a- yikes. Okay, I don't feel like such a loser now...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK31dYnXQQEIfX0eWzF9Q0G1PiLd51AR7QF8SW_YdW-1oYsUnSP-NELB3f-uBBTYMPZfLgLNUj3AhjHmEoTf2nmQ4-2ohZKgI7EWIzAukhYpkFHNJ0unmQRO1FPGzk2pTa9BXNi9RaDYM/s1600/20100927_110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK31dYnXQQEIfX0eWzF9Q0G1PiLd51AR7QF8SW_YdW-1oYsUnSP-NELB3f-uBBTYMPZfLgLNUj3AhjHmEoTf2nmQ4-2ohZKgI7EWIzAukhYpkFHNJ0unmQRO1FPGzk2pTa9BXNi9RaDYM/s320/20100927_110.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWJE1ZBXCAa9GgWjbTJLhBtKuVk0FBXec98KZHuFUBmRzRtMxTQRc5E7yOZSR-T1p4ro-e19nzcfT25B4KFecY0JRdAOIocg5DnCfEa9WZD1v3pOIqwUkZie3gsWqQ6E3aoVt7lrpDlE/s1600/20100927_3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWJE1ZBXCAa9GgWjbTJLhBtKuVk0FBXec98KZHuFUBmRzRtMxTQRc5E7yOZSR-T1p4ro-e19nzcfT25B4KFecY0JRdAOIocg5DnCfEa9WZD1v3pOIqwUkZie3gsWqQ6E3aoVt7lrpDlE/s320/20100927_3.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Dear Hannah,<br />
Thank you for being perfection every single day. For acting older than you have to, for always keeping tabs on your crazy brothers, for doing what you are told, for having a conscience, for feeling bad when you do something wrong, for saying fabulously cute things like: "Oh, Carter, you should not have done that, it was very foolish," oh, and also for looking so painfully cute every single day when I drop you off at school with your little backpack hanging all the way down to your knees. I swear, every day I want to jump out of the car and make you come back home with me. I don't know what I'm going to do if you ever get rebellious, because you are such a heaven-sent.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB5SITH_bhJmK8N_1rJnqlibzXOQHGGZems2MgAB9mRyNXSoIdLT7KfdGo5oYkUcYXG2Y_OrQK0o8hGrMUgmcWaGgC23xJgbYSj9PQSVDeTgz104R5mKkQBbR5EUlrbbXGhXDa60zxvU/s1600/20100927_116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGB5SITH_bhJmK8N_1rJnqlibzXOQHGGZems2MgAB9mRyNXSoIdLT7KfdGo5oYkUcYXG2Y_OrQK0o8hGrMUgmcWaGgC23xJgbYSj9PQSVDeTgz104R5mKkQBbR5EUlrbbXGhXDa60zxvU/s320/20100927_116.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Dear Carter,<br />
Remember how you stapled those two sheets of paper together the other day then "decorated" them, (which means colored all over them with a red crayon) and then called it your indian hat? And you wore it at dinner, and to bed and then to preschool the next day. Yeah, that was pretty much the cutest thing ever. Thanks for reminding me that amid all the chaos that is your personality, you are pretty dang awesome.<br />
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You have the most delectible little body in the world. You're squishy, so deliciously squishy, and you're spunky and hilarious, which makes the squishiness even more desirable, and also your skin is so sweeeeet. Except now the mosquitos seem to have discovered your yumminess and they won't leave you alone. Your siblings wake up without so much as a nibble on them and you have been the midnight buffet. I don't even know where they are coming from but they head straight for you. I love that I have to rub bug repellent on you before bed, but I don't like that it makes you taste weird.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Dear Hubs,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Remember when you used to just come home from work and we'd all hang out? Yeah, me either. But I bet it was really cool.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Your wife,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7RDoYO3k09tvY3PPoL_cG40FYd7a-Sa9NkuF_tAD-1n9A0gUrlS3fzPzQTSDXq5KJQsLMKSwNet3inxsusW2T24iFUCqZt3h9mTYy4kc_zeXuLbvFyeA_IXzGdkFhOALN7JWXpiWDHg/s1600/20100809_24.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7RDoYO3k09tvY3PPoL_cG40FYd7a-Sa9NkuF_tAD-1n9A0gUrlS3fzPzQTSDXq5KJQsLMKSwNet3inxsusW2T24iFUCqZt3h9mTYy4kc_zeXuLbvFyeA_IXzGdkFhOALN7JWXpiWDHg/s320/20100809_24.JPG" width="320" /></a>Remember me? The short one, who birthed all your babies.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Dear Arizona,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Are you kidding me? 108 on September 27th. 109 TOMORROW. If this is a joke, it is the worst one ever. Come on, it's fall already, let's try to act like it. Get with the program.</div>Love, I'm tired of the sweaty face/dribble running down between my non-existent chest, and I am sick of my SUMMER CLOTHES.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBBgGVoze6WgX9mPUL7-v3P2PvAw-I1eppUiXNYbmQM7Hi2nRplaCZ7ORhDElxHKVS0svgmYaKX9bb3E8pTFf5iOP2MKbVS4x0Z3wnVQk4WFeZZb13pKITW16CQcfpOrW7E4OXehB1n0/s1600/20100726_318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBBBgGVoze6WgX9mPUL7-v3P2PvAw-I1eppUiXNYbmQM7Hi2nRplaCZ7ORhDElxHKVS0svgmYaKX9bb3E8pTFf5iOP2MKbVS4x0Z3wnVQk4WFeZZb13pKITW16CQcfpOrW7E4OXehB1n0/s320/20100726_318.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Dear House,<br />
I still love you, even if you are a pain to paint. You are really starting to show some progress. Thank you,<br />
Love, Girl in the paint splattered clothes.<br />
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</div>Dear Reader,<br />
the end.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-31576051425621053702010-08-22T20:04:00.000-06:002010-08-22T20:04:55.783-06:00seven.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwZ5VTQ8TA8r_ye7xDUv2tc2femCaLk9Seo2Vsbu0usyAeMx7gmEqmFdYmk-JMTdMocAaMLVDzh9zx7wwMBjl-xY2TrX7vR4I0qBpqXYYjNf5JTDRPJM06NC-3ysAV8b1EBvzXiqFCvY/s1600/img013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwZ5VTQ8TA8r_ye7xDUv2tc2femCaLk9Seo2Vsbu0usyAeMx7gmEqmFdYmk-JMTdMocAaMLVDzh9zx7wwMBjl-xY2TrX7vR4I0qBpqXYYjNf5JTDRPJM06NC-3ysAV8b1EBvzXiqFCvY/s320/img013.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Time flies...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFT7tmOTsVO9HzqJt56yySwiQemjYCaBaYbK1hxAC1n3TCs9kzQoqn1cGUOHoP9R10kJu04juGKRAq8PlDDA5sZQpXEZ7-bV3mfJpe5de2jAwPUF97TIu96xPSMuo-xVe2auOepzUXsw/s1600/20100809_62.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZFT7tmOTsVO9HzqJt56yySwiQemjYCaBaYbK1hxAC1n3TCs9kzQoqn1cGUOHoP9R10kJu04juGKRAq8PlDDA5sZQpXEZ7-bV3mfJpe5de2jAwPUF97TIu96xPSMuo-xVe2auOepzUXsw/s320/20100809_62.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">when you're having fun.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Happy Anniversary to us!</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-82496196544639628912010-08-09T23:48:00.000-06:002010-08-09T23:48:24.806-06:00California love.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7itGuEGO_ZyH007NNAG8RC-WfV8vkIp_FvQB0wPt6WL7GTUW2ZwnlZvvPCC_8Rdzjkb8uA-fsmgMSEUOs1CX9JX42teQhShmmI9JB2GPvbqyukaktaXQ5BIvxe7paE0qhlpuwNLvn8Q/s1600/20100809_93.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" bx="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj7itGuEGO_ZyH007NNAG8RC-WfV8vkIp_FvQB0wPt6WL7GTUW2ZwnlZvvPCC_8Rdzjkb8uA-fsmgMSEUOs1CX9JX42teQhShmmI9JB2GPvbqyukaktaXQ5BIvxe7paE0qhlpuwNLvn8Q/s320/20100809_93.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I love to write. In fact, writing is what I am slugging my way through a degree for. (with 3 kids in tow and a husband working his way through a challenging MBA himself) I love to write, but I am too tired to write, right now. And by right now, I mean for the last 3 months or so. Inspiration: nada, whitty one-liners are in short supply, and everytime I sit down to write something fabulous I come up short. Writing is a workout, and I am out of shape. This blog has suffered. Obviously. My book, which I used to cherish and (perhaps) even coddle is in a stagnant state of editing. Right now, I kind of hate it. I keep making these goals for myself, finished by Christmas, finished by summer, okay then, the end of summer, etc etc. I want it done. I want to send it out and take a risk. I want to get 18 million rejection letters from editors. Okay, maybe not, but let's face it, it's inevitable so I might as well act like I want it. Glass half full and all that...<br />
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So, since I've turned into a writing slob and let my mind turn into mush that has trouble remembering any kind of grammer and also finishing coherent sentences I guess I better start slow. Maybe five-ten minutes of writing a day, just to get back in the groove. But now I really must go to bed. We're in San Diego and the beach was heaven today. The sunburn covering the entire backside of my body this evening... not so heavenly. That's what I get for napping under the fabulous California sun.<br />
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Oh how I love California, always have, always will. It's in my blood.<br />
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Peace out peeps.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-841317668950726642010-07-30T11:46:00.001-06:002010-07-30T11:51:41.781-06:00summer.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">girls camp. ah yeah. check out my friend Renae's more cowbell shirt. love this girl.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">batman a la backyard.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">nice indian. oh good. we don't want the scalping kind...<br />
stopping at the road side jewelry stands in nowheresville, az.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">seeing my sister again after way. too. long.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">playing with grandpa's new pup, Tucker.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sa-weet dog. semi-sweet kids. haha.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the wasatch back.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the team: "No More Runs." pun. intended.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my longest run. 7.4 miles on a gravel road climbing avon pass. hot+hills= he**. just kidding, it was awesome, but the hardest run of my life. look at hard core me go.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the baton hand off, and a kiss. double bonus.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">woo, and a hoo. only 2 more runs and about 25 hours to go.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Craig literally chucking his water bottle back to Justin, who was (obviously) not ready for it. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">done with run 3.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hubs, me, dad-in-law</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">not loving a 15 hour car ride.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the grand canyon. meet the scruffy family.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">all my favorite people.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the 4th of July</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">watching the fireworks</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">he had a big day.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">happy kids.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">a fishing we will go.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">that's not blood under his nose. it's chocolate. yummy yummy boy.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">fishing without fish.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">precarious.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">hannah the vampire. tee hehe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">6th birthday ear piercing.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">showing off our earings. as hannah said, "we match mom, but our earings aren't the same."</td></tr>
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the end.<br />
for the record, bloggers new picture loader sucks. and i can't remove the extra picture of ethan.<br />
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</tbody></table>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-66371920987199046792010-07-24T11:10:00.000-06:002010-07-24T11:10:34.200-06:00my new hobby... or blog at least.I was walking out of a young women's activity this last Wednesday and talking to my friend about what we used to wear in high school. (insert laugh) It got me thinking, which by the way always produces interesting (at least to me results). When I was in high school, living and wearing mostly hand-me downs from my younger sisters (I was the smallest) and whatever I bought with the money I earned babysitting, brand recognition was vitally important to me. As in, "I wanted everyone to know that I got this shirt from Gap and look how conveinent(!), it says GAP right on the front of it." And, "I most certainly must where my plaid shirt hanging open and loose so that everyone can see that the shirt I'm wearing under it is from Abercrombie." Now I think back on this mind set, and it was/is, well ridiculous. There are a number of reasons. First, they were just dumb t-shirts. Really, does stamping GAP or Abercrombie on the front of it make it any cuter? No, my dear, it does not. It's still just a t-shirt. What made it cuter was the idea that the person wearing it, shops at those desirable stores, instead of well, Ross. This is sad because, basically, it's a promotional tee. Whoever created this concept is beyond brilliant, and the people (ie: sheep-like teenagers like myself) buy right into it. See what I didn't (and apparently none of my friends either) realize was that I was a walking advertisement for Gap, Abercrombie and whatever other popular store had items on the clearance rack. That would be fabulous, if I were getting a commission, getting store credit, or at least a discount of 30 percent. But no, I walked right in to that store, picked up their shirt and paid them to have me advertise it. That's like asking someone if you can pay to give them a foot massage. Not really. But really.<br />
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What is my point to all of this? Coco Chanel (loooove her!) once said, "Fashion fades, only style remains the same." How brilliant is that? I wish I had heard that quote as a teenager; it would have saved me alot of years blundering around like a goober trying to figure out if what was "in" was in my price range, instead of figuring out if I even liked it. And more importantly, it would have sent me searching for something infinitely more desirable than fashion, personal style. Fashion comes and goes, and then comes again and goes again, but when you develop your own unique style--a look that you feel comfortable in, a look that defines your character, and sings to your creativity, a look that compliments your body type (very very important!) well that's never going to go out of style. <br />
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And personal style goes beyond clothes. It lives in the way we decorate our house, fix our hair, the color cell phone we pick, which accessory we choose, the way we set a table, speak in public, the way we write our emails, the way we wrap a gift. Like Miss Chanel said, "Fashion (or style) is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening." <br />
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And finding that style is my mission peeps. Styling every aspect of my petite life. Welcome to the <a href="http://laviepetite.blogspot.com/">blog.</a> Stick around...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-57613906202242893382010-07-17T09:36:00.004-06:002010-07-17T09:55:34.665-06:00happy birthday hannah.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qjxrisJmCt4rgyS8rXd55ZOJG3ahpDnfmR5eXQk1c_-OdefYWrhdUFvNPEUqpYEQcL3QDsF2azhbwxQ28plQlGl56eU94wI6RCKrWOnOpF4vvYUFyI7z1L6W14NGrl5A3Vstxq17lJs/s1600/hannahballet.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494903421185309010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5qjxrisJmCt4rgyS8rXd55ZOJG3ahpDnfmR5eXQk1c_-OdefYWrhdUFvNPEUqpYEQcL3QDsF2azhbwxQ28plQlGl56eU94wI6RCKrWOnOpF4vvYUFyI7z1L6W14NGrl5A3Vstxq17lJs/s320/hannahballet.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">you are six. holy cow. how did that happen so fast?</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494903433562321938" 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/AVvXsEgQao1nOJcBR2cww5ZdqaGDJMHm60AJmesDYhjpOjzMdG_b9VPNDjrWcEwyHMzwmvwplMfFOQlo_QWDnYFCuqcI_4pYNf7p50IRz7dzM-71j76_ScTqeCzHPV2-YpULN4lFoZKQNvqdvu4/s320/hannahballet2.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494903438390674850" 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/AVvXsEiy3INY-n-595MRJ4VcxTnMqgWcuX6ntVw5x12cjXe0-JjLZ6NqZIfCXND2CJmB_EwCfonPJB_iY0pfEACB8jQ_xpypxNybs17o9P2ssZjUrFhwPgTNBwcGAn2fqvuPf8RHnVSRAiXM8yk/s320/Hannah+hichair.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">i miss you as a baby.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494903416131955618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEcwMtnuUHHW-jn0wKue9xzb1CQdOrgcjLXaq1niP7T9FhZjAX7KyfOqanIH8_laBZ-HCj8D_CrUMXARJEqF0XUeVsnQ_LQCU0rJIKMQx9UzxYw8QTY70yhDkskpupwZvDKxDbFlm_Z7M/s320/hannah.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">but i love you as a six year old. </div><div align="center">happy.birthday.hannah.banana.</div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-47641421804100680702010-07-16T01:21:00.004-06:002010-07-16T01:47:02.511-06:00when in heat...<div>I am, apparently unable to update my blog properly. That isn't to say that I don't get online quite often, because I do... too much. But lately, my little mommy blog has felt well, flat. And honestly, I'm pretty swamped everyday trying to decorate, clean, placate and hold down the fort here while Craig hits it hard on his MBA. And so this little blog, which I used to love and cherish and update so darn regularly gets the shaft. BIG. TIME. I am, however, very happy to report that it is now 1/2 way through my second summer in Arizona and I'm still loving it down here (even if I did get mild heat exhaustion bringing in my bulk items from Costco today). I love the weather-- especially the other 2/3 of the year when it is perfect cardigan weather all the time. Oh how I love love love cardigans. Oh, how I can't wait to wear them again!--Sorry for the side note. I love all the stuff to do, I LOVE the shopping opportunities! I love our house. Everyday, I walk around in amazement that it is mine. With such a lovely open floor plan, and so much space, a fenced backyard with GRASS! I love all the fabulous people I've met down here. Especially all the AMAZING women that I've gotten to know. They must grow them good down here in Arizona. I'm so glad that we've both been able to go back to school, even if it is expensive and STRESSFUL! And even though I miss Craig when he's gone all the time. </div><br /><div>Anyways, no idea where I am going with this, expect that I actually felt like updating my blog for the first time in, like. forever.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I would like to pose a little question. Does anyone ever get decorator mania? I feel so manic about decorating my house. Like it is just constantly on my mind. Perhaps this is because I am totally at a loss in several rooms as to what to do with them. And also, I have to stare at the unfinished spaces all.day.long. Not good for the obsessive nature.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>How do you cope you decorating obsessives out there? I am dying to know...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And also, I put up wainscoting in my family room when Craig was in China, because I am one fabulously motivated woman, and also because my dad is a saint and drove all the way from Logan, UT (carting all of the tools in his repertoire) to assist me in my renovation project and make my home feel much less cookie cutter. Thanks pops. You are the best.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494406241408579650" 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/AVvXsEhD3oC6ydClLmWPqr0E8mhL2egeH1uE1JbHK82PQCgNYm8fXYxmoprml2MQoaiUKReOvfKRp8IFZf5ckxz1m0CLFCco5qSnquVhrIyYzg7jgvkpOw_ATSUjZphviYs8c_NW0KkasZlgZ7c/s320/fishing.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p>Here's a little preview of the room, for your viewing pleasure, as well as an awesome shot of us practice fishing off the back of my new sectional. It turns out it was a good prep for the real thing. The carpet produced the same amount of fish as the lake. Nada. Zero. Zip.</p><p> </p><p>The end.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-17677208394143829402010-07-01T21:58:00.002-06:002010-07-01T22:00:57.061-06:00m.i.a.this blog is seriously neglected.<br /><br />but i'm still alive.<br /><br />i promise.<br /><br />just not in the mood for blogging...<br /><br /><br />i'll post pictures of the summer thus far soon.<br /><br />ps. it's hot here. like <em>HOT</em>. 114 degrees.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-14185492473072674212010-05-23T18:25:00.001-06:002010-05-23T18:32:12.765-06:00the great wall.<div align="center">for reals.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJqZV6hV12JkZM2UxYqMd-pjetoUX5L931j2EI6QQ63Uim1fdteaLe5FxoBjEyNT7cM3Lskb2ikfqJkqDY81t8jzHnrztsrBrNeWq_6rrTTVc2AOr9iOaaQ7t0FH8-hHoPwGBe0NUSzBg/s1600/May22+150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474627458305830754" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAgQDfMDgKL7nBUpBL4l0VsVw0CKb7f-aNsvihfTY4nlKeLzQekWZLCHs7RSAzhvxxZUuOBbksEwAyEIU4E-nvcwkKoR-hxWkGaSDpVMjJorJKcDu9IPB9x4ubjxckhnNCuQ6DpU1WJYY/s320/May22+050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt7szoZ14WmHw6LUnv1AeMlD2LhLWX9TxwVO7qz8w5HAclxom7DaVuTsvHpYc5ZKxesF8vQ_lrz6Q3sWTTvIBryoaGbF50yonKujVqQ8-87ypH635Xc_-gSmDy6PFg6BIAXy5l6jIhCHQ/s1600/May22+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474627429451599970" 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/AVvXsEjt7szoZ14WmHw6LUnv1AeMlD2LhLWX9TxwVO7qz8w5HAclxom7DaVuTsvHpYc5ZKxesF8vQ_lrz6Q3sWTTvIBryoaGbF50yonKujVqQ8-87ypH635Xc_-gSmDy6PFg6BIAXy5l6jIhCHQ/s320/May22+051.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474627445988665218" 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/AVvXsEjy-Areo4AtYm0K4HnK-zveH2QVBQ0FmVKdQrKiioldxL0B7HEB23WtOMRFyeAg3mHoZW5GGdIwcTb4sw37BjYuGKxsBWZj09NNa2VG6iisWiloZp21677gtYqF_F2WaXQrEHmgbQZ4_fg/s320/May22+089.JPG" border="0" /><br />apparently you can see this thing from space with the naked eye.</div><div align="center">is it wrong to be jealous of your spouse?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">:-)<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-17931563751436861582010-05-20T10:00:00.004-06:002010-05-20T10:21:09.957-06:00this is not china town.<div align="center">this is the real thing.</div><div align="center">Craig in</div><div align="center">Beijing, China</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq4jZlMKCjX_ZBMPB6TCDyMl1qlQUsoOU8ZSO_z1jzMsrVY_5ODDGfu2itPYnN4QdPoHu0HSsLLS8w5vEPkMoF8yhmkRsZ2rbs1Ocgoz1AzU2QS2-d_f9we241IWaHMcMpNIfSni1Gnx8/s1600/May20_028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473383598524971474" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5sPlqEFn_6JwxNuNGrCZXxCHE5W9z0sQKb6MQmKJvNu59p9BXWJxsU8TGQ5N4CGGNnwZGc7Pxi1OtQ9vhI7awVCKOTV1y34jX9uFryBhvgLlQNxgi-S5jCwpoeCwkR42h2IYqmdBH3Xg/s320/May20_016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZtSjtfGPKMDkJEdut180iu_LkPVzBToX7f6qUDfj9Rn_FP8naX4Sn2cQStGMOlKny5TrupGL0LEsYobuwuT0tfKqpuVIKwv5GFjk58c-g7q5TM11sk3e0cp3HExbNhZ4THWRWgYD-KE/s1600/1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473383209889695010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ZtSjtfGPKMDkJEdut180iu_LkPVzBToX7f6qUDfj9Rn_FP8naX4Sn2cQStGMOlKny5TrupGL0LEsYobuwuT0tfKqpuVIKwv5GFjk58c-g7q5TM11sk3e0cp3HExbNhZ4THWRWgYD-KE/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /></a> man, I love this guy...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Just in case you were looking for the world's best man:</div><div align="center">he's taken.</div><div align="center">I married him.<br />mwahahaha...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">love you baby.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-83194610868122946942010-05-05T14:40:00.003-06:002010-05-05T14:45:48.858-06:00Yes on Prop 100I just found out that if Prop 100 down here in AZ doesn't pass, Hannah's perfect, darling, amazing Kindergarten teacher won't have a job next year.<br /><br />This recession stinks. Seriously...<br /><br /><br />PS. if you are a Zonian, please vote yes, for Miss Hann's sake.<br /><br />come on, don't be cheap people...<br /><br />50 kids per classroom, doesn't sound ideal to me.<br /><br />Every child is worth a cent...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-51471520899001754492010-04-29T09:38:00.002-06:002010-04-29T09:49:28.982-06:00dirt.I opened the blinds to the massive expanse of windows in my bedroom this morning and looked out on the dirt filled back yard and our trampoline. Just above the top rim I could see the toe-headed hair of my sons tossing around in the sunlight and wind. I know they have dragged their blankets outside in the yard, even though they know they aren't supposed to. They both need bath; Ethan still has chocolate donut smeared across his delectable cheeks. But they've got their giant tonka, a tractor, a bunch of dirt and some weeds. They have arrived in little boy heaven. I can see the glee exuding from their faces, it's the most beautiful sight in the world. Seriously. Dirty jammies and all.<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465586987049727186" 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/AVvXsEgRAREYbEB3n-18Qc56e4iPxf6cNAHT2_e31FFibn5XcEvDhr-tP-L6WaQ-ygbNgVLKcgY6-vuUaBHc5ELzZfz7z4kbJMHQrQ1gY9t81BFD6_NR4Q_0vG4o-gjY2hk7C6xA0dy39w__iAI/s320/20100103_74.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div>I finished my last class of the semester last night. <em>yessssssssssss</em>. 4 months of nothing but fun with my kids. And the landscapers are beginning the yard today. (We finally finished putting in the sprinklers) Look out dirt, you just joined the endangered species list. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>And that, also makes me very happy.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-48842125411988259262010-04-26T10:46:00.004-06:002010-04-26T11:00:02.109-06:00butterball<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuMUX67K4kHuI97LWnCZljewxOucBbEVTWCTjKOQURZju6u-pE30jD42pM6GSCGtzZVJYNT_q1G7UgXf6IO7blhGMoM_Lw2RYoomXeKZR2xoqUS51nvzhEHfV9zVyw48wggW8lSyMRjF4/s1600/20100403_4.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464490915062509106" 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/AVvXsEjuMUX67K4kHuI97LWnCZljewxOucBbEVTWCTjKOQURZju6u-pE30jD42pM6GSCGtzZVJYNT_q1G7UgXf6IO7blhGMoM_Lw2RYoomXeKZR2xoqUS51nvzhEHfV9zVyw48wggW8lSyMRjF4/s320/20100403_4.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>You know, there is a difference between the way that my kids love me. Hannah, loves me. My boys, are in love with me. I think that's how it works with little boys and their mommies. And no, it's not in a gross way. Carter, for instance asks me at least 2 times a week if I will marry him. And Ethan, oh what to even say. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464490904687163122" 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/AVvXsEg5pVvOJtuk2RRGf9aUuKvrrCoEz34DStJOh39nDZQj9J-KvrRH2zVtNyEMD5RIPdXnwlMAn-hNQ3zs0d7YLYVr81DgiKq9QWnfbMkfdwn7GknLWOP06UPCBTpbrHf7-v0_NQ5NoCUz8ds/s320/20100403_12.JPG" border="0" />He is my little butterball. Complete delectable deliciousness. He is also in love with his mama, and I cannot get enough of him. He is so edible, and I have a feeling I'll be munching on him for years to come. mmmm<span style="font-size:85%;">mmmmm</span><span style="font-size:78%;">mmmmm.....</span></div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464490913819932658" 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/AVvXsEi0Z3ubZqzcpXXk5XivZ9b_nlGFkSjIt_V3tbuVOmAcrEHhJfTFs6Q58vBRd9F6-6GtpYSiS14YoTx3RLvkLG7xh-Kr7_bYndt-dIXxvabh3DU7qFK0UjesaVA44zoRrN8XzbwEgprZwog/s320/20100403_9.JPG" border="0" />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-29460197776782656342010-04-16T11:05:00.001-06:002010-04-16T11:07:23.869-06:00tore up.i have been so sick all week and i am so sick of it. bronchitis, a chest infection, nausea, the whole nine yards. (no I'm not pregnant, so don't start speculating). now my 3 kids and hubbo are all sick. lovely. i hate illness. i really really do.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-54081998288833598652010-04-03T19:53:00.002-06:002010-04-03T20:05:44.029-06:00my husband loves me... alot.<div align="center">meet my new car.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoZr9GKinSG1oLrDrwnPeKt11rP2cA-Y-DnggNbf-i5ke8YJ-Oa90RR1Fl6y4reWRxJgi_sYVBt7ph_Hdv0_5kiFLM0tt9HIn2wy-ui3LWtmbt4TwAHu_i6_rmoMxNNd8ThCn1paZ7eZQ/s1600/20100403_90.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456096095584595618" 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/AVvXsEgoZr9GKinSG1oLrDrwnPeKt11rP2cA-Y-DnggNbf-i5ke8YJ-Oa90RR1Fl6y4reWRxJgi_sYVBt7ph_Hdv0_5kiFLM0tt9HIn2wy-ui3LWtmbt4TwAHu_i6_rmoMxNNd8ThCn1paZ7eZQ/s320/20100403_90.JPG" border="0" /></a> she has yet to be named.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXheBs23SXsq9ZtsoKtl6_L15-t5NwLHGFo-KOb6Ucr2LImHaKsSHOYNHEEU2fecUlBGMzYHvnRHP3icn5LUBenxji2FbIlMPcGGMfsVJ7fitS4OXaC7WwnsogXYNU_EthaIHLtbcTmA/s1600/20100403_89.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456096079261621074" 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/AVvXsEivXheBs23SXsq9ZtsoKtl6_L15-t5NwLHGFo-KOb6Ucr2LImHaKsSHOYNHEEU2fecUlBGMzYHvnRHP3icn5LUBenxji2FbIlMPcGGMfsVJ7fitS4OXaC7WwnsogXYNU_EthaIHLtbcTmA/s320/20100403_89.JPG" border="0" /></a> 2011 Honda Pilot EX.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHAHOPpHDkf3JLJFvKZh2_zRpckwrGfah-z0OYYMUyP6f7W10zdb5LUtrmiBsTg_qWrNdFRG8q1PJTEiovwzQvp9PvHHpQ5wbmfD_xI6RQI2Bsiix7dGpJrlNYUZcYAoZpd-UMG4tsjCg/s1600/20100403_91.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456096058692509906" 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/AVvXsEgHAHOPpHDkf3JLJFvKZh2_zRpckwrGfah-z0OYYMUyP6f7W10zdb5LUtrmiBsTg_qWrNdFRG8q1PJTEiovwzQvp9PvHHpQ5wbmfD_xI6RQI2Bsiix7dGpJrlNYUZcYAoZpd-UMG4tsjCg/s320/20100403_91.JPG" border="0" /></a>thank you, mr. robinson.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKfjJIqHPsW2Ujt-YJ9qnZee_1AdUr4dRZfPGga6eHerjhn4FkjD8XMC5kGCxnZhTdlb6Gkw33x6kO0qvDXgcQCYeZeKC_4u6o3oofL8Pe-8QWdBwrBCp8l8VFoQzej1kppUqy85uY8f8/s1600/20100403_88.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456096054316735698" 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/AVvXsEgKfjJIqHPsW2Ujt-YJ9qnZee_1AdUr4dRZfPGga6eHerjhn4FkjD8XMC5kGCxnZhTdlb6Gkw33x6kO0qvDXgcQCYeZeKC_4u6o3oofL8Pe-8QWdBwrBCp8l8VFoQzej1kppUqy85uY8f8/s320/20100403_88.JPG" border="0" /></a>thank you, very much. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>ps. i realize that my blogging has been pathetic. especially for family far away who would like to see more pictures of our kiddos. </div><div>i promise an improvement very soon.</div><div> </div><div>and i still love arizona.</div><div> </div><div>no really, i <span style="font-size:180%;">LOVE</span> arizona.<br /><br /><br /><br />side note: I have wanted a honda since I knew what a civic was...</div><div>my life is so blessed.</div><div> </div><div></div></div><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-19667822250710239142010-03-22T17:06:00.004-06:002010-03-23T08:54:13.746-06:00oh my(ley)<a href="http://www.thehypefactor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Miley-Cyrus-Party-in-the-USA-Cover.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.thehypefactor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Miley-Cyrus-Party-in-the-USA-Cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>thank you Ashton for getting me hooked on the Miley Cyrus song "Party In the USA" after I officially swore that I would never ever like anything by Miss Cyrus.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am now obsessed.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Listened to it at least 6 times in a row.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Pretty sure I'm going to put it on the ipod.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am such a teenage girl.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-87239307277197784962010-03-11T18:27:00.006-07:002010-03-11T20:20:40.469-07:00john mayer, and stuff that's making me happy in my house.I wish John Mayer wasn't such a complete idiot. I seriously love that man's music; his new song, Heartbreak Warfare is especially good, but the fact that he is a total moron in real life kind of almost ruins it for me. Do all true artists have to be insane? I mean come on. I usually just listen to his stuff, and try to forget that a psycho wrote it...<br /><br /><br />And now for the house. Yes, I know this post is total randomness. But hey, it's almost a miracle that I am posting more than a quick pathetic sentence at all. So, my house is basically more than twice the livable space of my old house. Our old house was 2000 sq feet, but 650 of that was an unfinished basement. My new house is 2850 sq feet of carpeted and tiled goodness. Oh how I love my home. But one problem, we have no stuff for it. Combination of changing my decorating theme... all the red got old, and doubling the living space. Any ways, I'm also going to school, so is Craig, and we have a front and back yard to put in, so home projects go. really. slow.<br /><br />Here are a few improvements/purchases that are making me very happy, and also making our house feel like home.<br /><br />1. The little counter coming in from the big garage. My mom helped me put this all together when she came to visit a couple weeks ago. AND. I. LOVE. IT.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447560152392112418" 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/AVvXsEhrU_fVaRD6JaOSp1Ii3uzSwjnLu589Gk7VdLdjRtE5nTP_z1fXXMiDmD8_Ob6J8N8j6vZGn_I1H86SocDmIsN2ok9y2K2P7HTKNSq0m3N0sVqG8i-5DoWPhLOw-xDEzpsNdWICGD68iXY/s320/20100311_29.JPG" border="0" /><br />It's the perfect area to put keys and mail, and drop my purse, but it's also decorated. Cute organization makes me happy.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447560166884194738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_fHEyzl6X4s5hL78B16drHCg3S_siHsjwX1H6-hXgXbg_J9SGYj2tClc0CArXEoTvtZblCn9K8yUZ9aTi-d7o5yDE5gIksgQ0iENJsBnEST1n8lNll5wIpjHHKaVtLEykoekL4LBTTbs/s320/20100311_30.JPG" border="0" /><br />2. This is for mom. I picked this baby up at a garage sale for 55$. And it was ugly, part real wood, part veneer, there was a brass mesh thing going on on the two side windows, and the hardware was hideous. It seriously looked like 1995 people. But the structure was good, and it was unique, it had personality and I thought, "potential." Though I wasn't sure...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447560172373147490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMJap1cqmN7_okxG78XSMWT-bfi63B-VETHLDv-b2RBdg-Znoam7ljlMB83gtoIGQTfZzmVDrxfv0sDwGbFo-Qsc-K_NCd152qR4wLRcEVtB4Z8mgna7geCJDeztAdaXJFkmA0nEwogH8/s320/20100311_31.JPG" border="0" /><br />So I spent too many hours to even divulge taking it all apart, cleaning, sanding, filling old hardware holes, priming, painting, painting, painting, faux finishing, and attaching new hardware, and voila! It goes very nicely in the nook across from the dining room.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447560179395397586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXSy6eO0vGzktXp6oDYvLidrjwILGhyKgLzDMBK2kOt_NlbJPz8XM0buUbyH6mTl24cb8gddMMAzt5-gUCVW7Wpwt37e5gmepfJAaTZw0uMtaHHsNFoEfgF_dXzyQcIn0_3voEFevyhHM/s320/20100311_33.JPG" border="0" /><br />I am quite proud of the finished product. If you think it's ugly, don't tell me. I may cry.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447560187098222786" 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/AVvXsEhB0Wo7NenvV_ZZ0fr0u8ITgVsEJznT3pSew9GwPmHzwZYDNePQwEDumQOwpAiiAnIfCyUHoRny8uPj2TMGuylh0tuz40OcANnalzhSCSaqEpYzhunRyYqppiR1tKsrS4Vr77eNkBUbusE/s320/20100311_36.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561115684360130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdtDuzqwqtEwoZNToi9QTtQsTpFrLCacTh-pJwrMtiimhWlTl8g-CdGcPQ1KOpcy0hr6BxiuY8fS_YizXGMJcBKvel_SlXTjp3Nq3Q1cNyU6plHiTImhe_l10lt2YIFzn6szuwHBgSrOk/s320/20100311_39.JPG" border="0" /><br />3. Vintage Lamp. I found this baby at a Methodist church rummage sale. Never underestimate the power of a good RUMMAGE SALE. 10 Bucks for this baby. It was an okay cream color, but not very distinct. I can't have that!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9fNwgnI8ZoJ3Zr-1v3S0wL5cqHV0gw7bkUhR5pBQijUMqEurzN_yO9p1Apin5jN00gVpnA5oJKNMtTQ90gZIofMW5jycGu8HekiPWv1yV70Viq7IN0T-XVxdRx2sR4M6Zw3R8fhpeyM/s1600-h/20100311_50.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561309160043202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX9fNwgnI8ZoJ3Zr-1v3S0wL5cqHV0gw7bkUhR5pBQijUMqEurzN_yO9p1Apin5jN00gVpnA5oJKNMtTQ90gZIofMW5jycGu8HekiPWv1yV70Viq7IN0T-XVxdRx2sR4M6Zw3R8fhpeyM/s320/20100311_50.JPG" border="0" /></a> So I spray painted it green and then rubbed on a nice stain to age it. I love the way it looks now.<br /><div> <br />My one problem: it's a giant lamp! I can't find a big enough lamp shade that isn't boring or ugly. But don't worry. I will prevail.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561298444603090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwsncuQrTfAQ4GdAvY4Tk1x14OzvY87GwgCjqYFl5L96DBugjgZtpFwzMmRepUufJUDEdc6bDcpRGu0F6BthCELWPq2ZI4XF52ZvfJCqIoRwVa-oC8x3T7AASS0t-GRxEpHOBp1zzd0os/s320/20100311_49.JPG" border="0" /><br />4. Awesome Eiffel Tower picture. You are going to hate me for this one. This picture was originally 160$ at hobby lobby. I found it in the 80 percent off bin because there was a chunk missing from the top left hand corner and apparently people don't want to pay that much for a picture that's got a messed up corner. I looked at it and thought, "I can fix that so easily and you will NEVER be able to tell." So I snatched it up for 30 dollars. <br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpu2_LB0TSGa9t_xbXLmXq5qzBByTCdk01vhdXvXY58YGLMOhKA0vBPUev29DBkr5VsxK3ATf-bmtWWGKxDHRx9omteeUmE2kBG5SyRX1N6aONF_jLBZkBF-xWgZ4gsFPP5WFt3wxlIw/s1600-h/20100311_47.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561131538501954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMpu2_LB0TSGa9t_xbXLmXq5qzBByTCdk01vhdXvXY58YGLMOhKA0vBPUev29DBkr5VsxK3ATf-bmtWWGKxDHRx9omteeUmE2kBG5SyRX1N6aONF_jLBZkBF-xWgZ4gsFPP5WFt3wxlIw/s320/20100311_47.JPG" border="0" /></a> I put wood filler on the crack and used a little black paint, not even with a brush, just the end of my finger. You tell me, can you even tell? <br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561134738416914" 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/AVvXsEg_os-_Rc2c28RrxJRQFouPs8A5V8Ocp19B7AfRXkPHN6ZYcX96r5eYHs4bkAmOYohp7JrsVirbTsP3gFRmo93SdQsWCEFJoWF4DENztwKl196JotY3XFzZqmABSO9_D4qLy0VT4DAXrRA/s320/20100311_46.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />5. The mammoth wall. Not really a joy, although the picture/clock thing makes me happy. I just wanted you all to appreciate what I am up against. The picture and clock are huge and the wall just dwarfs them. I have a few ideas for that empty space on the left, but I haven't found what I'm looking for yet... also, we painted this room over a month ago, and I've decided, it's too light. boo. I need to repaint. and also, I cannot find fabric to suit my fancy for curtains yet either. Still lots to do.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE2dQOYq9G2HugGPKzpj_p2fQU1HxejDcmwhUj4y8lLJ311oKe_u_IHvrwyiAemEHG4a23JGJ35EOluMV7eAZCQqmBXAXJJTQc1BQABz2b0NCmsy8-rS5iAgjJkIYPxd1PFY1h4t6nas0/s1600-h/20100311_42.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561125319062818" 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/AVvXsEhE2dQOYq9G2HugGPKzpj_p2fQU1HxejDcmwhUj4y8lLJ311oKe_u_IHvrwyiAemEHG4a23JGJ35EOluMV7eAZCQqmBXAXJJTQc1BQABz2b0NCmsy8-rS5iAgjJkIYPxd1PFY1h4t6nas0/s320/20100311_42.JPG" border="0" /></a> 6. Apothecary Jars. Oh how I love these babies. Oh, how I've looked for them EVERYWHERE for this awesome fruit I found at Ross about 6 months ago, to no avail. The only place I saw them was online at Pottery Barn for over 50$ a piece. Yikes. Not gonna pay that much. So the other day I went to Ross, actually to look for a lampshade for my vintage darling, and guess what I found? THESE BABIES. I seriously let out a yelp in Ross. Best part. they were less than ten dollars each. I found a fourth one, and bought it too because it was a miracle. It's in my laundry room housing vintage clothespins. So 40 bucks for 4 beautiful apothecary jars. LIFE. IS. GOOD. in bargain world people.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmub952fmCeXRGljGpsiZURp3Jg-E8de7y2kg5Z0Kf_EFTxG3HWsWBy4AIebuphEUSHukymnkz97KirvkwBLKRDQYp9qurq0CMHreYC7HQ47y6aveGuVj5yuDxPJfFVE3cbPh881elLA/s1600-h/20100311_43.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447561122194986370" 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/AVvXsEhCmub952fmCeXRGljGpsiZURp3Jg-E8de7y2kg5Z0Kf_EFTxG3HWsWBy4AIebuphEUSHukymnkz97KirvkwBLKRDQYp9qurq0CMHreYC7HQ47y6aveGuVj5yuDxPJfFVE3cbPh881elLA/s320/20100311_43.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>There is a reason why I almost NEVER pay full price for anything. Patience, and hard work pay off.</p><p>Lastly, I must give a nod to my dear mother, who imparted her bargain hunter genes and mad skills to me. And also helped me hang that giant picture when she was here, which I could never have hung alone, and also folded laundry and played with the kids so I could prime my huge curio. thanks mom. mucho.</p><p>ps. I know I'm a dummy for not doing before pictures, but like I said there is a lot on my plate and little details like that get swept aside.</p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-11382125736845102422010-03-08T16:57:00.005-07:002010-03-08T19:02:10.590-07:00and it's not even me.<div>i am so excited about my little sister Meghan's baby, i could just scream! i wish i lived closer than 12 hours away right now, or my hands would be all over her belly.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446448466891668562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlnkFFGEGr-YBqvoqQo-n3RRBd2SAkbSuVW-hWBbeeUcm32ic47cctLKWOoX5gA6sVCzPY8t_prSHsqukygUMoQgYYXU8kt2YbBbZ47b_bBicTfSPWBRI1Wq3FWRhLBI3Pr6858qCcPyc/s320/megoprego.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div>ps. can she get any cuter pregnant? I submit that she cannot.</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8510679955315193528.post-77565202281073018902010-03-05T17:02:00.002-07:002010-03-05T17:04:20.698-07:00Quotable:Carter, sitting at the counter with a mouth full of Cherrios (that he poured himself) for his late afternoon snack:<br /><br />"I wanna live at Home Depot."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">classic.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04333572305482319500noreply@blogger.com1