tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-57389374239247374382024-03-13T10:56:00.407-07:00ONE BITE AT A TIMEThe life and times of a busy mom who likes to eat and has little time for herselfDebbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-5705859339867421742009-05-22T08:46:00.000-07:002009-05-22T09:25:05.500-07:00Jammin With My Girlfriend<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Every woman needs a girlfriend who is younger, cuter and skinnier than</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">she is. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">"Why?" You ask? Because there is NEVER a dull moment!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676627079913682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbKG1fHYNI/AAAAAAAACBs/1S1G-ci-5GA/s400/2009+May+014.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have a girlfriend like that. Her name is Heidi. I fondly refer to her as my "Diva" friend.</span><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbKY3_kSaI/AAAAAAAACB8/YivIqXsmOaM/s1600-h/heidi+shoe.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676936990542242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbKY3_kSaI/AAAAAAAACB8/YivIqXsmOaM/s400/heidi+shoe.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"> I invited her over to help me put up some strawberry jam. <strong>Why was I surprised when she came to my house with WHITE c<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">apri's</span>, platform <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sandals</span> and looking like, well, a DIVA?</strong> Still, I had to chuckle. Then I went into my pantry and found her an apron that matched her DIVA outfit. Anyone who knows me knows that I am all about COMFORTABLE AND PRACTICAL. So, I obviously dressed that way. </span><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338677081399953090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbKhR9dBsI/AAAAAAAACCE/P6V8iI927iU/s400/heidi+spill.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">OOPS! Honestly-I threw---I mean dropped the spoon on accident! </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Oh no! Did I get RED jam on your WHITE c<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">apri's</span>???<br /><br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbKR8nIB5I/AAAAAAAACB0/W90ESpkA75s/s1600-h/heidi+pot.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676817971120018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbKR8nIB5I/AAAAAAAACB0/W90ESpkA75s/s400/heidi+pot.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"> I can't blame Heidi for burning the bottom of the pan. It's really difficult to concentrate on stirring when your wearing platforms, white c<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">apri's</span> and look like you just stepped out of the Hair Dresser's chair.<br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbJ9GVZBuI/AAAAAAAACBk/nwGRt_Fhjlo/s1600-h/2009+May+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338676459803838178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShbJ9GVZBuI/AAAAAAAACBk/nwGRt_Fhjlo/s400/2009+May+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well, here is the end result! Lots of yummy jam! </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I have more strawberries in the fridge. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I think I'll call Heidi and see if she wants to come over this afternoon.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Maybe she will wear a WHITE sundress this time!!!</span> </span><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-80441351542628508982009-05-21T22:40:00.000-07:002009-05-22T01:45:33.583-07:00MISSIONARY MOMS DINNER<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338521862585695442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY9WW0TvNI/AAAAAAAAB_M/4uQpsL1Z3t8/s400/2009+May+017.JPG" border="0" />May 21, 2009 Missionary Mom's Dinner<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I feel so blessed. Not only is my wonderful son serving an honorable mission, but I am fortunate to be friends with the mothers of his good friends who are out serving missions at the same time. All these boys have grown up together since childhood. They have gone to High School and Seminary together. They have been on the same sports teams or opposing teams. They passed and blessed the Sacrament together. They were Eagle Scouts together. They double dated together. And sometimes they got into trouble together. I think of this scripture when I think of them all out on their missions and then returning home together. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"> <strong><em><span style="font-family:arial;">"...therefore Alma did rejoice exceedingly to see his brethren; and what added more to his joy, they were still his brethren n the Lord; yea, and they had waxed strong in the knowledge of the truth; for they were men of a sound understanding and they had searched the scriptures diligently, that they might know the word of God. But this is not all; they had given themselves to much prayer, and fasting; therefore they had the spirit of prophecy, and the spirit of revelation, and when they taught, they taught with power and authority of God." </span></em></strong> <span style="font-size:85%;">Alma 17:2-3</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Each month we moms all get together and have dinner. We spend the entire time (about 3 hours) bragging and sharing stories about our Missionary sons (and now, one daughter!) </span><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338532609437644002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZHH59etOI/AAAAAAAACAE/fe1vmVkVF58/s400/img1210695548%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Chris will be home in just less than 2 weeks! Amazing. He has been serving in Texas and has been such a stellar Missionary. His sister, Amanda, just left in April for Rexburg, Idaho. We tease Linda that she will be in our "Missionary Mom's" group for 6 years! After Chris gets home, Amanda will be home about 1 1/2 years later and while she is out, her younger brother, Michael, will leave! </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338528851650324562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZDtLHKqFI/AAAAAAAAB_c/ILfmnnngFaM/s400/Nov._2008_021%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Missionary Mom's Dinner Dec 2008</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Paul comes home in August! Again-WOW! Amazing Missionary! He has been serving in Paris. Paris is a very difficult mission, but Paul has had great success. He will be going to BYU Idaho in the fall when he returns. For Wendy, that's 2 down, 1 to go!</span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338558316969367154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZegR-qlnI/AAAAAAAACAk/KqmZWJ80gzA/s400/img1198734107%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Next home is Jeff. He will be home November 3rd. Jeff is the third son of Dave & Diane to serve in Brazil! That's amazing. Each of them have served in a different area in Brazil. He is having such great experiences! He loves his mission.</span> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338555691264758930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZcHcd51JI/AAAAAAAACAU/ZMWfDGbqoy8/s400/IMG_2364.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Missionary Mom's Dinner June 2008</span><br /></p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338530604833075234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZFTOOgcCI/AAAAAAAAB_k/liEtwvYUc4E/s400/Elder_Lassen_and_Elder_Ross%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">In December Steffen comes home. Seems like he just left. He is in Virgina and again, such a great Missionary! He has had some amazing conversions and great stories of his experiences. He had had the opportunity to use his musical talents on his mission, too!</span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338530937589586274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 376px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZFml112WI/AAAAAAAAB_s/11V9Mfwf0Qs/s400/img1226652733%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Well, then my FAVORITE Missionary comes home around February. But now he is talking about extending...<span style="color:#ffff00;"><span style="color:#000000;">we miss him.</span>.</span></span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531470106844530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZGFln2XXI/AAAAAAAAB_0/YPMINudw1B0/s400/img1230358131%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338555976794555138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZcYEJgwwI/AAAAAAAACAc/teHdoN-5WE0/s400/IMG_2355.JPG" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"> Missionary Mom's Dinner April 2008</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Christian will be home in Ma</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">rch. He has been serving in Cincinnati. Christian has been serving as a Zone Leader and loves the people he works and serves with. They have had LOTS of baptisms. He attributes this to the Stake members. Everyone there is VERY missionary minded. They have a lot of Member Referrals. He is such a great Elder. </span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338531775441357602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 333px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZGXXFRSyI/AAAAAAAAB_8/Lf9BlI6FdFs/s400/img1204256341%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Brett comes home just a week or so after Christian. He is serving in Minnesota. It's a BIT cold there. He has had great success in spite of the strong influence of some of the local religions. He loves the people and always is positive. He and his companion had a "Car Appreciation" week where they did not have the use of their car. That was interesting!</span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338527390224450226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShZCYG4FgrI/AAAAAAAAB_U/ltpYXYv3imc/s400/jade+385.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Kyle comes home in May just days before he is to start college again. He is in Venezuela and loves his mission. He has had some really great companions. He has been fortunate to stay in the same area for a long time. He has only had 1 transfer in a year. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">We are so proud of our wonderful sons serving the Lord.</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><em>..."yea, they had been taught by their mothers, that if they did not doubt, God would deliver them. And they rehearsed unto me the words of their mothers, saying: We do not doubt our mothers knew it." <span style="font-size:85%;">Alma 56:47-48</span></em></span></p>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-24932200321997863012009-05-21T22:23:00.000-07:002009-05-21T22:39:45.519-07:00MOTHER'S DAY-MISSIONARY PHONE CALL!!!!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY4kuz5wlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/zvARaV14Gxw/s1600-h/2009+May+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516611986473554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY4kuz5wlI/AAAAAAAAB_E/zvARaV14Gxw/s400/2009+May+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">The phone call we waited 5 months for!!! It was so great to hear Brandon's voice. I am embarassed to admit it, but I honestly didn't recognize his voice when he called. I said, "Who is this?" He started laughing and said, "Mom! You don't recognize your OWN son?!" </span><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">He sounded like a grown man, not my little boy! </span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338515414386061138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY3fBZtr1I/AAAAAAAAB-k/9xTqR3vAg8c/s400/2009+May+002.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Brandon asked Jade to buy this book for me called, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">"Mommy, Do I Have To Serve A Mission?"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I read it out loud to the family just before Brandon's phone call. This probably wasn't the best idea as I cried as I read it and I was still a mess when he called!</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY4c5OnSLI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OEb73xU7f08/s1600-h/2009+May+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338516477343910066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY4c5OnSLI/AAAAAAAAB-8/OEb73xU7f08/s400/2009+May+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Zachary is very artistic and made a beautiful card for me. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">He worked on this for a long time. It was perfect!</span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY32Niv4QI/AAAAAAAAB-0/5m-TGBgA2Ao/s1600-h/2009+May+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338515812782170370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY32Niv4QI/AAAAAAAAB-0/5m-TGBgA2Ao/s400/2009+May+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Little Brie made me a beautiful heart paper mache jewelry box.</span><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY3tSVUKdI/AAAAAAAAB-s/YCXkU98UWRo/s1600-h/2009+May+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338515659449182674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY3tSVUKdI/AAAAAAAAB-s/YCXkU98UWRo/s400/2009+May+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I look like I'm still crying in this photo! It was a great day!</span><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-91665643949952773742009-05-21T22:09:00.000-07:002009-05-21T22:22:54.334-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY AUNT TARALYN!!!<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338512130411520706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY0f3pK4sI/AAAAAAAAB-I/XHgHE_8VYIc/s400/003.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">We had a fun FHE and celebrated Jade's sister, Taralyn's, birthday.</span><br /><div><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY0LyLHUUI/AAAAAAAAB94/RXXAS_Xts6Y/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338511785345896770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY0LyLHUUI/AAAAAAAAB94/RXXAS_Xts6Y/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Easton, Landen, Taralyn, Hazelyn and Brie</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338512264546727346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY0nrVftbI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/AWyM_6FR34w/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">She just turned 29, again!!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338512371584874466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY0t6FYN-I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/ipL0pm7R-8o/s400/005.JPG" border="0" /></span></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Nothing could be better than an American Bandstand musical greeting card, Extra Bubble Gum and a gift card for dinner at Bucca's!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338511934926609298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShY0UfZ725I/AAAAAAAAB-A/LxmCT37uReA/s400/002.JPG" border="0" />HAPPY BIRTHDAY! </span></p>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-27761243149787048762009-05-20T21:48:00.000-07:002009-05-20T22:09:12.702-07:00Little Love Notes<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">On Mother's Day evening I was trying to put my kids to bed. The next morning was the beginning of the State Standardized Testing (STAR), so it was important that they be rested. After an exciting weekend of spending time with cousins, eating lots of yummy food and the best of all, talking to Brandon on the phone, it was difficult to get them to settle down. Unfortunately, things progressed to the point where I had to be stern and although this doesn't phase the boys in the least, Brie is more sensitive. I knew she wasn't very happy with me when she finally put her head down on her pillow and turned off the light. But, I didn't know just how upset she was until the next morning when I found a note she had carefully placed on the top of my jewelry box:</span><br /></span><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338135335725645906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ShTdziDjQFI/AAAAAAAAB9A/2bzEGxzhchY/s400/IMG_0001.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">I couldn't help but smile as I read it and chuckled a little, too. I brought the note into the bathroom where Jade was shaving. He looked surprised. I then explained the events from the previous evening. He said to me, "Save that!" I agreed and laughed. Then Brie came into the room and gave me a big hug and kiss. "Good Morning, Mommy!" "Good Morning, Sweetheart! How did you sleep?" I said. Then, I showed her what I had found. At first she looked at the note as if she didn't remember. Then a coy little smile came to her face and she blushed! She took the note and tried to rip it. "No, no, no! I'm saving this!" I said. </span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Later that morning after everyone left for school and the house was quiet, I remembered a story my mom told me from when I was little. She says that when I was 8 years old she found a note I had left for her on her pillow. It said something to the effect, "I don't love you!" I always felt bad about that story, even had a difficult time believing that I would actually do that. Now I know that not only did I do that, but that it probably made my mom chuckle and smile, just like Brie's note did for me!</span> </span></p><p></p>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-65922609419276116292009-04-24T09:58:00.000-07:002009-04-24T10:22:19.904-07:00Can I Pay To Have You Give My Sacrament Talk For Me???<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">It must be really awful being a Bishop. No one wants to talk to you. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">If you see your Bishop coming at you in the hall you avoid eye contact for fear that he is going to ask to see you for an appointment. Of course we all know what happens in these appointments; he asks you to do something that you have no idea how to do (like teach children-lots of children- how to sing) and of course you know that you will agree to do it (I don't even know how to lead music) and then you're in that FIRE-Refiners Fire. OR-WORSE-if you make eye contact you may have to speak to him. If you start speaking to him he might remember that it's been awhile since you spoke in Sacrament Meeting!!!!! ARGH!!!! So I avoid eye contact with my Bishop at all costs. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Now if your phone rings you have caller ID, thank heaven. So if I see that it's the Bishop, I ask Jade or the kids to get the phone. That way, if it is for me I can have one of the kids give him some lame excuse-like I'm cooking dinner or running the vacuum. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, I let my guard down and I returned the phone call that I missed from my Bishop. I thought he probably called for Jade, but NO! He asked me to give a talk in Sacrament this Sunday. ARGH!!! See, no one wants to talk to the Bishop-how sad is that???</span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Good news is that I found someone who will give my talk for me Sunday and it's only going to cost me $27.77 for him to write it and another $55.55 for him to give the talk. Now if you want to hear a FUNNY/INTERESTING talk you might want to cough up $5.56 because he charges $33.33 to write a FUNNY/INTERESTING talk. It's up to you! </span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328303700478949858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SfHv_CpyeeI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/K1N3ViAOM-0/s400/Regis_Price%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" />Want a laugh??? Check this out: <a href="http://www.myregisblog.com/">http://www.myregisblog.com/</a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Another funny I found on this blog:</div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328308767589733042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SfH0l_HJErI/AAAAAAAAB7Y/SZa5YCb9zWQ/s400/hymnsSMALL%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Because there's nothing more annoying than when your wife uses your hymn book.<br /></p>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-9737813536839857572009-04-23T08:54:00.000-07:002009-04-23T09:20:53.676-07:00THIS IS A STICK-UP...OH, WAIT, MY CELL PHONE IS RINGING<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SfCUwrtRxLI/AAAAAAAAB7A/hojW3gVxxFg/s1600-h/pregnant%2520bank%2520robber%2520042209%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327921923266561202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 370px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SfCUwrtRxLI/AAAAAAAAB7A/hojW3gVxxFg/s400/pregnant%2520bank%2520robber%2520042209%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> <strong>Fayetteville police released this surveillance photo of a pregnant woman who tried to rob a Carter Bank & Trust branch on Tuesday.<br /></strong></span><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">As I ate my low-cal breakfast of Rice Pudding this morning, I read the on-line news as reported by MSNBC. I am kinda weird (for those of you who didn't already know) so I always gravitate to the "unusual" reports. I found a doosey this morning. A morsel so delicious I couldn't keep it to myself. So I am sharing it with all my readers-yes, all 3 of you!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">The police in Fayetteville, N.C. are on the look out for a pregnant woman (no, not Angelia Jolie) who tried to rob a bank at gunpoint. However, she was unable to complete her attempt because her cell phone rang and instead of ignoring it, <strong>she took the call, got distracted and left the bank WITHOUT TAKING ANY MONEY!</strong> Police are on the look-out for a woman in her late 20's-early 30's, pregnant and on her cell phone. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;">PLEASE-if you have ANY leads contact the N.C. police at once. Help them get one more cell phone IDIOT off the streets!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327921503753852882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SfCUYQ5p19I/AAAAAAAAB64/O3Hnt9O3wec/s400/bs347071%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-44009886811372962302009-04-21T19:55:00.000-07:002009-04-22T08:46:54.514-07:00I BROKE UP WITH MY BOYFRIEND<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Se6EguJmdiI/AAAAAAAAB6o/s4mLeKW3b0g/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327341106904856098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Se6EguJmdiI/AAAAAAAAB6o/s4mLeKW3b0g/s400/2009+April+Easter+049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">This is my adorable niece, Claire. Clarie is 7 years old and already <strong><em>very</em></strong> experienced in the arena of <strong>LOVE </strong>and <strong>HEARTBREAK</strong>. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">A few nights ago we were talking and she told me of a recent tragedy in her short little life.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Claire: "Aunt Debbie, did you know that I broke up with my boyfriend?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Me: "No, Claire. I didn't even know that you had a boyfriend!"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Clarie: "Yeah, his name is Tyler. He was my boyfriend. But I broke up with him."</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Me: "Oh. You broke up with him. How long were you "going out"?"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Claire: "We were going out a <strong>long</strong> time. But he made me mad."</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Me: "What did he do?"</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Claire: "He was mean to Germy (Jeremy mispronounced). They were fighting so I broke up with him. Germy says that he will play with me even though I want to marry him when I grow up. But I still love Tyler and I forgive him."</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Me: "So Claire, you want to marry Jeremy but you love Tyler?"</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Claire: "Yup!"</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Ahhh-the joys of young love!</span></div></span></span>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-44251715160037200112009-04-21T19:06:00.000-07:002009-04-22T07:46:07.095-07:00THE GREAT EGGSTRAVAGANZA EGG DROP<div><embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="288" height="192" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fdebbielmorris%2Falbumid%2F5327332980174233601%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCPa47qibu4HmfA"></embed><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Kane Cousins held the First Annual Eggstravaganza Egg Drop.</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Brittanie organized the drop by emailing everyone the requirements for what materials were allowed to be used. Everyone made a "nest" for their egg and then took turns dropping them from a height of about 15 feet. We had only 1 winner and that</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">was... <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">JOSH!</span> </strong>But I believe that I heard that he <em>may</em> have used too many rubberbands which <em>may</em> disqualify him! We did award him the prize, however, which was a cool water gun!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The competors were Tasha, Eli, Doran, Anna, Katie, and Josh<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327527056143188322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Se8toZCygWI/AAAAAAAAB6w/X0zz29y0IIw/s400/2009+April+Easter+078.JPG" border="0" /></span></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-46790642386374058212009-04-20T11:22:00.001-07:002009-04-23T09:55:19.567-07:00RUN FOREST, RUN!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-dq8ZfgI/AAAAAAAAB2E/_qiSAk6J50U/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326841876225555970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-dq8ZfgI/AAAAAAAAB2E/_qiSAk6J50U/s400/2009+April+Easter+138.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> Last Saturday was the Big Race! The SLC Marathon of which I ran the 1/2 Marathon.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">My niece, Tory, ran the 1/2 as well. But the real HERO was my sister, Meg. She ran the 5k. I am really proud of her! She's amazing!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I only ran it to get the medal! I was so happy that I finished in just under 2 1/2 hours!</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-VMUdsaI/AAAAAAAAB18/HpIkMFWR4Dc/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326841730566042018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-VMUdsaI/AAAAAAAAB18/HpIkMFWR4Dc/s400/2009+April+Easter+134.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">It may look HOT, but it was about 43 degrees at the start of the race and about 54 when this photo was taken! Jade was awesome! He followed me all along the race route. He said he wanted to take pictures, but I really think it was because he thought I'd collapse and wanted to be sure I had medical attention!<br /></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-J0l_6aI/AAAAAAAAB10/SfH_LvmlmhY/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+117.JPG"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326841535218575778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-J0l_6aI/AAAAAAAAB10/SfH_LvmlmhY/s400/2009+April+Easter+117.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">My cute, 17 year old niece! We both started the 1/2 marathon together. I ran with her for all of 60 seconds! She looked over her shoulder and took off, leaving me panting! She finished the race in less than 2 hours! While I spent the remainder of the day in bed, she was off with friends and was at the Prom that night!<br /><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-AceiRyI/AAAAAAAAB1s/wBxhhdKcLPE/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+109.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326841374125999906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey-AceiRyI/AAAAAAAAB1s/wBxhhdKcLPE/s400/2009+April+Easter+109.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Obviously this is in the BEGINNING of the race because I am still smiling.<br /></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey9zKe-gOI/AAAAAAAAB1k/_fihcCfCfmQ/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326841145957712098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey9zKe-gOI/AAAAAAAAB1k/_fihcCfCfmQ/s400/2009+April+Easter+139.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">We celebrated at Goodwoods that night with 3 of our favorite people, Britt, Michael and </span><span style="font-size:130%;">ABBY!<br /></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey9rTXIG7I/AAAAAAAAB1c/2qcfR6a26Cw/s1600-h/2009+April+Easter+140.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326841010901752754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sey9rTXIG7I/AAAAAAAAB1c/2qcfR6a26Cw/s400/2009+April+Easter+140.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> HOW CUTE IS SHE!!! (I'm referring to Abby!)</span> </div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-15200316154853772762009-04-13T22:19:00.000-07:002009-04-13T22:29:32.378-07:00SPRING SKIING AT BRIGHTON<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQd3pr-DdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/OTlGI3wPTBA/s1600-h/DSCN3735.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413501379055058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQd3pr-DdI/AAAAAAAAB1M/OTlGI3wPTBA/s400/DSCN3735.JPG" border="0" /></a> It's Easter Break and what's better than spring time skiing???<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQd0BwRsNI/AAAAAAAAB1E/_FSEFh5KLts/s1600-h/DSCN3734.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413439120093394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQd0BwRsNI/AAAAAAAAB1E/_FSEFh5KLts/s400/DSCN3734.JPG" border="0" /></a> It was a beautiful day at Brighton. Half way through the day the kids took off their hats and underlayers.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdwNRWecI/AAAAAAAAB08/1Kd2pdOhwKs/s1600-h/DSCN3733.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413373492132290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdwNRWecI/AAAAAAAAB08/1Kd2pdOhwKs/s400/DSCN3733.JPG" border="0" /></a> CANNON BALL Zachary! He is FEARLESS!!!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdsi-o8QI/AAAAAAAAB00/l54yDZYSd9Y/s1600-h/DSCN3732.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413310599753986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdsi-o8QI/AAAAAAAAB00/l54yDZYSd9Y/s400/DSCN3732.JPG" border="0" /></a> Brie had a great time and had daddy to herself most of the afternoon.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdovkqjZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/c_NcPtcMrtE/s1600-h/DSCN3730.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413245260991890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdovkqjZI/AAAAAAAAB0s/c_NcPtcMrtE/s400/DSCN3730.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lookin good with matching PINK skis!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdlFp6sTI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Q7e-Rixs16s/s1600-h/DSCN3728.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413182469124402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdlFp6sTI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Q7e-Rixs16s/s400/DSCN3728.JPG" border="0" /></a> Josh got pretty sunburned but had a blast!<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdgvEPyQI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Dd4tMJPIVz0/s1600-h/DSCN3716.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324413107686066434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SeQdgvEPyQI/AAAAAAAAB0c/Dd4tMJPIVz0/s400/DSCN3716.JPG" border="0" /></a> Taking a lunch break</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-64150840512722724862009-04-04T17:55:00.000-07:002009-04-04T18:33:33.819-07:00Agoura 10k Bootie Kicker<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SdgKR7BNxqI/AAAAAAAABqs/EtN_s-hTJso/s1600-h/2009+March+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321014262755083938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SdgKR7BNxqI/AAAAAAAABqs/EtN_s-hTJso/s400/2009+March+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SdgFMZ3H_UI/AAAAAAAABqU/CBDnE3AB1pM/s1600-h/2009+March+036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321008670396906818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SdgFMZ3H_UI/AAAAAAAABqU/CBDnE3AB1pM/s400/2009+March+036.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Last Saturday was the Agoura Great Race. I ran in the 10k. This was the first 10k I have ever run and it was really fun! Jade and the kids came and cheered me on! Jade was really supportive! I did better than I had hoped. I ran 11 minute miles finishing in just over 1 hour. After the race was a super fun After Party. Lots of free food booths, Jolly Jumps for the kids, a band, and several sponsor booths with lots of free bees. It was really a fun family event</span>.<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321008810688609634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SdgFUkfRfWI/AAAAAAAABqc/CS-HLZ3wvoc/s400/2009+March+039.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I would like to share with my many readers (all 3 of you) 3 things I found surprising/interesting during my race.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">1.) When Jade first dropped me off, I walked up a large hill to get to the starting point. I was very puzzled by the long line of runners waiting outside of the Porta-Potties. It was 6:45 am and I couldn't imagine that anyone who went to the bathroom BEFORE they left their home would need to go AGAIN so soon. I have been teased A LOT by family and friends about my "Frequent" potty breaks-but I was fine. Then as I got closer to the Porta-Potty line I discovered the reason for the Potty line. <strong>EVERY ONE</strong> of those runners were holding <strong>coffee cups!!!!</strong> <strong>SERIOUSLY!!! DUH!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">2.) As I was waiting at the start with about 950 other runners I noticed "things". Such as---<strong>Women Runners</strong> wearing <strong>MAKE-UP!!!</strong> Well, I'm sure I could have used some, too. I don't look my best at 7:00 in the morning, but <strong>COME ON!</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">3.)were at the starting line <strong>wearing black Hefty plastic trash bags with holes cut out for their arms & head!!!!!!!</strong> HAAAA! HAAAA! Are you laughing with me??? I hope so! I couldn't help but let one out when I saw them! Holy Cow! This is <strong>AGOURA HILLS---NOT BOSTON!</strong> </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Well, it guess it take all kinds. </span></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321011360480389330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SdgHo_NAaNI/AAAAAAAABqk/ZmccJOPo294/s400/1176734196_6568%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-82361423007803954422009-03-20T22:54:00.000-07:002009-03-21T07:52:04.804-07:00I HATE Junior High-and Bullies!!!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ScSD-3uPaTI/AAAAAAAABps/WXG1odKwQ4o/s1600-h/DSCN0063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315518576337054002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ScSD-3uPaTI/AAAAAAAABps/WXG1odKwQ4o/s400/DSCN0063.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> This is my little guy-Zachary. He has Aspergers. This photo is about 8 years old. He is 12 now and in Junior High. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">CAUTION</span></strong>-<span style="font-family:georgia;">THIS POST IS BEING WRITTEN BY A SENSITIVE MOTHER OF AN AUTISTIC SON. THIS POST MAY CONTAIN THINGS WHICH COULD BE CONSIDERED HARSH, UNCOMFORTABLE AND/OR UNPLEASANT</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315519147212984098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ScSEgGZqzyI/AAAAAAAABp0/76OlWtz9Hn0/s400/bullying.bmp" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Today I got a call from the school that has affected me in ways I didn't know I could be affected. The counselor told me that during P.E. Zachary had upset some boys in the class. The short version is that 2 boys held him while 2 more boys punched, kicked and hit him. The counselor said that Zachary got a few punches in, too. I don't know if that was supposed to make me feel better or what??? The school is taking action and has suspended the 4 boys for the next school week. They suggest putting Zachary into a different P.E. class beginning next week. </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I'm furious. I'm also deeply sad. Why did this happen? What kind of rage can 12 year old boys feel to make them behave this way? As I spoke to the counselor the thought "Mob Mentality" ran through my mind. So of course the next question in my mind is "What are these boys learning-or better yet-NOT learning at home?" Zachary is DIFFERENT. He doesn't think, talk or act like boys his age. WHY SHOULD THAT BE A REASON TO BEAT ON HIM? </span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">I have thought deeply tonight about what behaviors I model for my children. Am I tolerant of people who think and act differently than what I would consider "normal" or "typical"? And what about the word "TOLERANT". It is just a buzz word or is it being something that really means something to people BEYOND equal rights, racial issues and homosexual agendas? What is the politically correct word? "<strong>Respect</strong>"? Respect for others is what they teach in school. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315522684491259042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ScSHt_yh3KI/AAAAAAAABp8/icVBESROEyU/s400/100px-What_is_autism%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Zachary is really struggling in Junior High. Having Aspergers is complicating adjustment even more. Zachary likes structure and routine. Changing classes is chaotic difficult for him. Zachary doesn't do well with loud noises-they overwhelm him. Lunchtime is difficult for him. Often he spends lunch off by himself or goes into the Directed Studies teacher's room. Zachary doesn't have good coping skills and gets frustrated very easily. His social skills are not that of a typical 6th grader. He often doesn't make eye contact when spoken to. He doesn't pick up on innuendos and often lacks tact. He talks loudly and doesn't know how to monitor his vocal level.<br /><br />Zachary is also extremely loving. He asks to sit with me on the couch and snuggle everyday. He holds my hand when we shop. He gives me a kiss every time I leave the house. He will read to Brie a bedtime story. He takes the dog for a walk everyday and loves to play with her. If he sees that someone is sad he feels bad. After the baseball games he offers to buy ALL his teammates a soda. He wants so badly to have friends, but he lacks the social skills to know how to do this. He forgives offenses quickly and never holds a grudge.<br /><br />April 2nd is World Autism Day. I ask you to teach your children to be kind to children and adults who are "different" than they are. Teach your child to be a friend to a child who has no friends. Teach your child to stand up for what is right-if they see someone picking on someone they should speak out. Teach your child what our Savior has taught us, </span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>"In as much as you have done it unto the least of these, ye have done it unto me." </em></span></span><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315535552565408226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/ScSTbBGe8eI/AAAAAAAABqE/J4DhEnk1ZKo/s400/Img0142.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-24232213588881399532009-03-15T20:46:00.001-07:002009-03-15T21:18:42.825-07:00Peanuts & Cracker Jacks<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3OdITmWaI/AAAAAAAABQk/mPW6ea3s5kk/s1600-h/march+09+blog+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313630135208270242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3OdITmWaI/AAAAAAAABQk/mPW6ea3s5kk/s400/march+09+blog+028.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Zachary is playing Baseball for the first time. He LOVES it!</span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3OQGn-LrI/AAAAAAAABQc/qzZmPA6l0m8/s1600-h/march+09+blog+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629911418547890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3OQGn-LrI/AAAAAAAABQc/qzZmPA6l0m8/s400/march+09+blog+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">He has a great Coach and Asst. Coach. </span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3OEbsHVCI/AAAAAAAABQU/XPbkgc0O16I/s1600-h/march+09+blog+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629710914638882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3OEbsHVCI/AAAAAAAABQU/XPbkgc0O16I/s400/march+09+blog+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Opening Day Ceremonies was great. The first pitch was thrown by legendary Sparky Anderson-one of the most famous Baseball Managers in the Major Leagues.</span></strong><br /></span><br /><div><strong></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3N4ppU9LI/AAAAAAAABQM/ElmQgTj-xjk/s1600-h/march+09+blog+020.JPG"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629508502615218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3N4ppU9LI/AAAAAAAABQM/ElmQgTj-xjk/s400/march+09+blog+020.JPG" border="0" /></span></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">We are really excited that his team is the DODGERS.</span></strong> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313635164671499458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3TB4hE3MI/AAAAAAAABQs/qLk6SuhvFao/s400/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NjeaXp8I/AAAAAAAABP8/WyubvPsb8l4/s1600-h/march+09+blog+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313629144709834690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NjeaXp8I/AAAAAAAABP8/WyubvPsb8l4/s400/march+09+blog+033.JPG" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">He is ready! </span></strong><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NawNy3sI/AAAAAAAABP0/lpVn_oe5WHw/s1600-h/march+09+blog+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628994870107842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NawNy3sI/AAAAAAAABP0/lpVn_oe5WHw/s400/march+09+blog+038.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Rounding Home Plate</span></strong><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NRtG4bNI/AAAAAAAABPs/eQJJ17sQ2bo/s1600-h/march+09+blog+043.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628839416982738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NRtG4bNI/AAAAAAAABPs/eQJJ17sQ2bo/s400/march+09+blog+043.JPG" border="0" /></a><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"> Stealing third</span></strong><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NDD8QAbI/AAAAAAAABPk/P4RxMnQjmyE/s1600-h/march+09+blog+046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313628587848368562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sb3NDD8QAbI/AAAAAAAABPk/P4RxMnQjmyE/s400/march+09+blog+046.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Zach is having such a great time. We are excited and happy for him. It's great to see him doing something he loves and it's even better to see his desire to excell in something!</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">WAY TO GO ZACH!</span></strong></p><br /><p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-50847964996739521412009-03-14T20:52:00.000-07:002009-03-14T21:30:44.491-07:00Todays Weather: Beautiful with a chance of FUN!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8dLkWKrI/AAAAAAAABK4/oi_3GRXlo0M/s1600-h/march+09+blog+065.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313258501153630898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8dLkWKrI/AAAAAAAABK4/oi_3GRXlo0M/s400/march+09+blog+065.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> Brittanie and Abby were visiting for the week. So, of course, we had to spend some time at the beach. It was such a beautiful day! Hard to believe that it's March! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Brie LOVES the waves.<br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8UyI4vYI/AAAAAAAABKw/FKAUq-Q0AAg/s1600-h/march+09+blog+067.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313258356888616322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8UyI4vYI/AAAAAAAABKw/FKAUq-Q0AAg/s400/march+09+blog+067.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> Zach was prepared and wore his rash guard and wet suit.<br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8Lk4dXRI/AAAAAAAABKo/eBUHPc6PDvg/s1600-h/march+09+blog+081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313258198711229714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8Lk4dXRI/AAAAAAAABKo/eBUHPc6PDvg/s400/march+09+blog+081.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> Can you see the Dolphin at about 11:00? Double click on this photo and it will enlarge. You should be able to see the Dolphin then. We saw several today.<br /></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8Bp9j3pI/AAAAAAAABKg/iRD-1FUCqZg/s1600-h/march+09+blog+079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313258028276113042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx8Bp9j3pI/AAAAAAAABKg/iRD-1FUCqZg/s400/march+09+blog+079.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Bailey LOVED chasing the Sea Gulls.</span> </span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx75UC9_YI/AAAAAAAABKY/94CUIZ8qnpo/s1600-h/march+09+blog+070.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313257884954262914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx75UC9_YI/AAAAAAAABKY/94CUIZ8qnpo/s400/march+09+blog+070.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Abby is so grateful for the break from the snow</span><br /></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx7x3D9qnI/AAAAAAAABKQ/zDn1DdhqMi4/s1600-h/march+09+blog+074.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313257756914723442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx7x3D9qnI/AAAAAAAABKQ/zDn1DdhqMi4/s400/march+09+blog+074.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Josh decided to enjoy the water from the shore<br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx7pBRbrNI/AAAAAAAABKI/yx-WtdWJUqQ/s1600-h/march+09+blog+102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313257605036747986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Sbx7pBRbrNI/AAAAAAAABKI/yx-WtdWJUqQ/s400/march+09+blog+102.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Sand Pipers that Baily barked at and chased</span><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-47420575394103088922009-03-10T12:55:00.000-07:002009-03-10T23:35:14.259-07:00Vintage<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SbdXQPSNdxI/AAAAAAAABKA/QGgp6jUVSA4/s1600-h/sailor+hat+deb_0002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311810221999224594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SbdXQPSNdxI/AAAAAAAABKA/QGgp6jUVSA4/s400/sailor+hat+deb_0002.jpg" border="0" /></a> Maryland, about 1965-- Doesn't the hat say it all?<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>vinâ‹…tage:</strong> <span style="color:#000000;">1- </span>Characterized by excellence, maturity, and enduring appeal; classic.<br />2-Old or outmoded. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div></span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311647452491645938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SbbDNznfg_I/AAAAAAAABJo/y4jaB2gsURU/s400/sailor+hat+deb_0001.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Easter about 1970 Albuquerque, NM - house on "Propps" Do you remember those yarn ribbons we wore in our hair? I had like every color!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310633817820263554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SbMpUgNadII/AAAAAAAABJg/oiZP8F42niY/s400/debbie+with+hairdryer.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Lookin good! Maryland 1966 Dig those overalls! I remember my mom and grandmom sitting in chairs with the hair dryer on their heads drying their hair.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311648905465090962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SbbEiYXW05I/AAAAAAAABJ4/fOlknAtcbQs/s400/yhst-66063675597263_2043_12550518%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><p align="center"></span><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;">This is the EXACT tricycle I had as a little girl!</span><br /></p><br /><div align="center"><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Recently I was shopping in a very fun store, maybe you know it. It's called <a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/index.jsp">"Anthropologie"</a>. While I was shopping I came upon some really cute aprons and dishes. I found that as I looked at these dishes, my mind went back to when I was a little girl and the times I spent visiting my Grandma Shetrone's home. Some of the kitchen towels in the store reminded me of when I was a little girl and we lived in the house that we refer to as "Propps" because it was on a street<br />named "Propps". </span><br /></p><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">As I shopped I started a conversation with one of the clerks in the store. I asked her, "What does 'Vintage' actually mean?" You will never believe what she said, darling, <em>young</em> girl. "Oh, vintage means <strong>really</strong> old. Like 40 or 50 years old, you know." </span><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">So I thought, "Why not? I'll go with that." So, I'm going to be 45 in a about a week-I'M VINTAGE. I love it! Most of my favorite people are 'Vintage', too. So I'm in really good company! </span><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I hope you like all my 'Vintage' photos. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308089863180698274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/Saofm2q8wqI/AAAAAAAABFI/WfE1UCNT8II/s400/rs03%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">When I was 8 I remember skating with "Roller Skates". I</span><span style="font-family:Verdana;">f I couldn't find my "key" then I couldn't skate</span></span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308094419588320594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaojwEnLjVI/AAAAAAAABFY/HxVQTs2j7g0/s400/60sdj%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I remember reading this book in the first grade. I lived in Albuquerque, NM. My teacher's name was Mrs. Gonzales.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308095228523731522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaokfKIaWkI/AAAAAAAABFg/QmGoh3bjNk0/s400/yhst-45547213099599_2042_233472636%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">I wore black and white Oxford shoes for many years. Apparetly I had "Flat Feet" so I had to wear corrective shoes. It seemed like I had to wear them FOREVER! I really wanted "fancy" shoes! (remember the opening scene in 'Shopaholic'????-that girl is ME!)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308097095425578866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaomL04f13I/AAAAAAAABFo/bEqs3DfmK6I/s400/5158_1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My baby doll was a "Real Live Lucy Doll". I doubt it was manufactured in China with toxic materials.</span> </span></div></div></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-38854963126503504222009-03-02T19:09:00.000-08:002009-03-02T19:23:34.543-08:00MY GRANDKID IS CUTER THAN YOURS!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SayggNHAurI/AAAAAAAABJY/TpeiOqnPEwk/s1600-h/P19%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794535898299058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SayggNHAurI/AAAAAAAABJY/TpeiOqnPEwk/s400/P19%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Look how BIG I am!</span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygZ4iPccI/AAAAAAAABJQ/m3AP75Zpg2s/s1600-h/P17%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794427296149954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygZ4iPccI/AAAAAAAABJQ/m3AP75Zpg2s/s400/P17%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:130%;"> Look at those eyes!<br /></span><br /></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygVLgXqKI/AAAAAAAABJI/Mtg5p0MU3Pk/s1600-h/P16%5B1%5D.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794346489227426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygVLgXqKI/AAAAAAAABJI/Mtg5p0MU3Pk/s400/P16%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Ready to crawl!</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygR4-JaNI/AAAAAAAABJA/lIhg2yJQV5c/s1600-h/P13%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794289974241490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygR4-JaNI/AAAAAAAABJA/lIhg2yJQV5c/s400/P13%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Adorable little Abigail </span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygOPQ7k2I/AAAAAAAABI4/jOlvb0joVK0/s1600-h/P11%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794227239129954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygOPQ7k2I/AAAAAAAABI4/jOlvb0joVK0/s400/P11%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> Trying to get the flower into her mouth!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygJuggY7I/AAAAAAAABIw/VTOXUskykZg/s1600-h/P4%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794149726610354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygJuggY7I/AAAAAAAABIw/VTOXUskykZg/s400/P4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> My mommy made this dress for me!</span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygGcurDiI/AAAAAAAABIo/ps0FTOe_A1Q/s1600-h/P2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794093414583842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygGcurDiI/AAAAAAAABIo/ps0FTOe_A1Q/s400/P2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">I love to smile!</span><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygBBZO7xI/AAAAAAAABIg/J8hGOdbUHH8/s1600-h/E18%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308794000177557266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaygBBZO7xI/AAAAAAAABIg/J8hGOdbUHH8/s400/E18%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm a happy girl!</span></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-1779564746426915312009-02-26T10:33:00.000-08:002009-02-26T10:45:52.332-08:00'DON'T TAKE DRUGS"...Advice from a 5 year old<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SabgwyxdH4I/AAAAAAAABEo/Ynp0rTdZPAU/s1600-h/Ronan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307176339770253186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SabgwyxdH4I/AAAAAAAABEo/Ynp0rTdZPAU/s400/Ronan.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Last weekend I was up in Utah visiting my family. My sister, Margaret, is always so great. She packs up all 6 of her kids, drags her husband, packs her car and drives 1 1/2 hours from Clearfield to Orem so we can visit. Saturday night they were packing to leave for home (I tried, unsuccessfully, to coax her into staying until Sunday morning so that she could see the late night showing of </span><a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809973783/info"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>"Shopaholic"-</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">AWESOME movie!!!!). ANYWAY...I came up to Ronan, my 5 year old nephew, and asked if I could have a hug before he left. He gave me a hug and then, very seriously, said these words to me, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>"Don't take drugs! They will make you nauseous!"</strong> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I gave my best effort to keep in the snort and laugh that eventually came out. My sister was behind him so she could more easily hide hers. Michael was in the room and he had a good chuckle, too. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">So that's my advice to you today-</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><strong>Don't Do Drugs---They Will Make You Nauseous!</strong></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">oh-btw-Ronan also says, <strong>"Aunt Debbie is the Boss".</strong> So, listen to the <strong>BOSS</strong>!<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-68842735635313570682009-02-23T20:50:00.000-08:002009-02-23T21:12:34.549-08:00FHE Lesson:"The Trap" -The Dangers of Pornography<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaOBWCSIqXI/AAAAAAAABEY/3MloWJpuwiQ/s1600-h/The_Trap%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306227001542617458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaOBWCSIqXI/AAAAAAAABEY/3MloWJpuwiQ/s400/The_Trap%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Tonight we had a FHE on the dangers of pornography. I based our lesson on a book I recently purchased from Desert Book called, "The Trap" by Karmel H. Newell. It is a great picture book with a carefully told message. I would highly recommend this book to anyone with young children. </span><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I have become very concerned about the availability of pornography to children. As Jade and I have talked we have realized that the best defense is a strong offence. So I have done a lot of studying and educating myself on this topic. I admit, many times after my reading I feel nauseated and have a headache. But I keep going back to the fact that I have 5 precious, beautiful children and 3 of them are sons. I cannot wait until we have a problem to know how to handle the problem. I need tools in my tool belt NOW. </span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><div><br />Our FHE went on longer than usual tonight. Jade and I wanted to be sure that our children understood exactly what pornography is and that they could talk to us anytime about it. We also told them that this would be one of several lessons on the topic that we will be having over the next year.</div><br /><div><br />I learned some interesting things about how easily young boys can get "addicted" due to the developmental process of their brains. It's frightening.</div><br /><div><br />I also recommend "The Drug of the New Millennium" by Mark B. Kastleman. It goes into the brain science behind Internet pornography use.</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaOAzPvAV8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Rs-qYhY7-8s/s1600-h/5000617%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306226403857946562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaOAzPvAV8I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Rs-qYhY7-8s/s400/5000617%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-69637538235479911852009-02-23T18:08:00.000-08:002009-02-23T21:46:59.322-08:00Grandma Time<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaODmwTliaI/AAAAAAAABEg/dr3hG4v65Ns/s1600-h/A286UQG0U8YQE280-EKJNG%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306229487797897634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaODmwTliaI/AAAAAAAABEg/dr3hG4v65Ns/s400/A286UQG0U8YQE280-EKJNG%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> 4 Generations: Debbie, Kathy, Brittanie & Abby</span><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6i5TwZLI/AAAAAAAABEI/G7tfb1MXxjY/s1600-h/DSCN3668.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219525890401458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6i5TwZLI/AAAAAAAABEI/G7tfb1MXxjY/s400/DSCN3668.JPG" border="0" /></a> While I was there we decorated Abby's room<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6afgh91I/AAAAAAAABEA/5wY5kTA9R5U/s1600-h/DSCN3667.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219381525706578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6afgh91I/AAAAAAAABEA/5wY5kTA9R5U/s400/DSCN3667.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sugar & Spice<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6RmX7tUI/AAAAAAAABD4/_5gcxJBvZZQ/s1600-h/DSCN3664.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219228749870402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6RmX7tUI/AAAAAAAABD4/_5gcxJBvZZQ/s400/DSCN3664.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my BIG girl bed!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6FBX6IzI/AAAAAAAABDw/dZWRPoKt0dA/s1600-h/DSCN3663.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306219012659225394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN6FBX6IzI/AAAAAAAABDw/dZWRPoKt0dA/s400/DSCN3663.JPG" border="0" /></a>Grandma Debbie holding Abby and Grandma Kane holding Lexi, Meg's daughter<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN542us-8I/AAAAAAAABDo/8k_GzUi_O-E/s1600-h/DSCN3659.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306218803643612098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaN542us-8I/AAAAAAAABDo/8k_GzUi_O-E/s400/DSCN3659.JPG" border="0" /></a>"I am SOOO darn cute!"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaNXw0eNfQI/AAAAAAAABDg/-mNO72khCQ4/s1600-h/DSCN3656.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306181282203270402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaNXw0eNfQI/AAAAAAAABDg/-mNO72khCQ4/s400/DSCN3656.JPG" border="0" /></a>Kisses from Grandma<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaNXmvIw1mI/AAAAAAAABDY/FK6VkkRbwMQ/s1600-h/DSCN3652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306181108972443234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SaNXmvIw1mI/AAAAAAAABDY/FK6VkkRbwMQ/s400/DSCN3652.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">Last weekend I was able to sneak away from my family and spend time with my ADORABLE granddaughter, Abby. I flew out Thursday evening and came home Sunday evening. We had such a GREAT time!!! Here are some of the photos from my trip.</span></div></div></div><br /></div></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-27927359365603552752009-02-16T18:44:00.001-08:002009-02-16T19:16:20.206-08:00When I'm 64?<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZoqr0_BoTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/i2_Blm2510M/s1600-h/2009+Feb+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598443627913522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZoqr0_BoTI/AAAAAAAAA0c/i2_Blm2510M/s400/2009+Feb+038.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Happy Valentine's Day!</span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZoqcEQCtkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/hgBY29rsmmw/s1600-h/Abby+Feb+09.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598172847912514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZoqcEQCtkI/AAAAAAAAA0U/hgBY29rsmmw/s400/Abby+Feb+09.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Our cute little Valentine~Abby </span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZoqXgMA0cI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PBZdM4vI6L0/s1600-h/Britts+flowers.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303598094447858114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZoqXgMA0cI/AAAAAAAAA0M/PBZdM4vI6L0/s400/Britts+flowers.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Dad sends flowers to all his girls. These are Brittanie's bouquets. The bouquet with the card is from dad. </span><br /><div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZolG0ZilhI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cggy-BwJTNk/s1600-h/2009+Feb+039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303592310257391122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZolG0ZilhI/AAAAAAAAAz0/cggy-BwJTNk/s400/2009+Feb+039.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"> More flowers from dad~Brie got a cute stuffed bear, too!</span></span></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZok-jjw4aI/AAAAAAAAAzs/jxjzwpezj2c/s1600-h/2009+Feb+040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303592168297914786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZok-jjw4aI/AAAAAAAAAzs/jxjzwpezj2c/s400/2009+Feb+040.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Josh enjoyed using his $10 iTunes Gift card</span> </span><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZok1aQshfI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WrwHkH0XDyo/s1600-h/2009+Feb+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303592011183195634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZok1aQshfI/AAAAAAAAAzk/WrwHkH0XDyo/s400/2009+Feb+042.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Poor Zach~he fell asleep early! But he loved his Lego</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Pirate package & the candy!</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">We have a fun Valentine tradition in our home. Every Valentines Day we have our Valentine Breakfast. We have heart shaped waffles, whip cream, strawberry syrup and fresh strawberries. Top it off with bacon and pink milk! When Britt & Brandon were home they would come home after seminary and bring a friend over for breakfast. It has been a fun tradition. This year dad made the breakfast and it was delicious! Good Job Dad! </span></div></div><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-84271241335100964852009-02-11T15:45:00.000-08:002009-02-11T21:59:27.525-08:00New Years Resolution!!!!<span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;">Every year I try to challenge myself to be better than the previous year. I set goals, write them down, make a big effort until about mid February! This year I made 1 goal but didn't write it down-why have a visual reminder of a failed attempt? THEN I got a phone call from my dear sister, </span><a href="http://crazy8smiths.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">Margaret</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#006600;">.</span> She is younger than me-remember this. She told me that she had set a goal to run the 5k in the </span><a href="http://www.saltlakecitymarathon.com/Home.234.0.html"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;">SLC Marathon</span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">.</span> Her oldest daughter, Elle, is a runner and was going to run the 1/2 marathon (13.1 miles). Margaret said that our dad might run, too. He was a great runner in his "day". So I thought, "Why not?" So I told her I would run it, too. I have already done a couple of 5k races and so I have set a goal to run the 1/2 marathon with my cute, young niece! I bet she will leave me in the dust after 2 minutes! Right now she is running 10 minute miles, her 44 year old aunt is running 13 minute miles!!! Well, I have been training <strong>FAITHFULY!</strong> Just take a look at me now!<br /><br /></span><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZNr-FXlY_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/n2rRSvOYH5k/s1600-h/ujena-marathon-solo-2%5B1%5D.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301699900682363890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 422px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SZNr-FXlY_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/n2rRSvOYH5k/s400/ujena-marathon-solo-2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Yeah-I'm ready! Bring it! </span></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-46312133932666578592008-12-17T17:17:00.001-08:002008-12-18T10:04:40.915-08:00The Morris Family Faux Christmas Letter 2008<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn1xu1UMMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mYhb54CeEy0/s1600-h/Dec+2008+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281022272802664642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn1xu1UMMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/mYhb54CeEy0/s400/Dec+2008+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn1RAymhpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/trbGE2Qf_uA/s1600-h/Dec+2008+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281021710687438482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn1RAymhpI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/trbGE2Qf_uA/s400/Dec+2008+022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn1GtwtcJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/m3a395PE0zw/s1600-h/Dec+2008+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281021533780537490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn1GtwtcJI/AAAAAAAAAoI/m3a395PE0zw/s400/Dec+2008+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn0bxKAe8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/v3HzlcNY16k/s1600-h/Dec+2008+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281020795957574594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUn0bxKAe8I/AAAAAAAAAoA/v3HzlcNY16k/s400/Dec+2008+020.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">I thought I would post our Christmas Letter on my blog because I didn't get a chance to send it out to everyone this year. Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Merry Christmas Family & Friends</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">This year was much like the previous years, a few changes, but pretty much the same. </span><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Let's start with our youngest, Brie Ashely. Brie is doing somewhat better this year. So far she hasn't been sent to the Principal's office at all this year. That is already a BIG improvement from last year. Jade and I are so relieved that we haven't gotten <strong>any</strong> notes from the teacher saying that she is in trouble for doing arm farts or for lifting up her shirt! So, you know, that's a blessing right there.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Zachary is 12 now and a Deacon. Jade and I are really happy that he hasn't dropped the sacrament tray, yet. On the first day of summer he was out back practicing casting and got his fishing line stuck in the telephone lines. There's still a floater up there. We were just grateful it wasn't the power line. We haven't had to take him to the Emergency Room all year. That's another blessing!</span> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Josh is 13 and seems to have all the answers to EVERYTHING. Jade and I wish were were as smart as him. We are convinced that he should to into LAW. He is so great at arguing. Truly a marketable talent. Another talent Josh has worked on and gotten really good at this year is "sulking". He really rocks at sulking.</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Brandon is out on his mission. It's a darn good thing, too because he was such a pain in the butt that I told him he was outta here by Feb 13th one way or another. I also let him know that if and when he came home from his mission he could stay 2 weeks here and not a day longer. No more mooching off the parents. I have plans for that bedroom.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Brittanie graduated from BYU in April and Jade and I were THRILLED! I bought a new Tahoe a week before she graduated. Now that we weren't paying for tuition I could afford something for ME! (ME,ME,ME,ME!!!)</span><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Jade is still working non-stop. He has been working a lot in Vegas. I wonder sometimes, though. He ALWAYS comes back a little more tan after each trip. He says it's from having the top down on his car, but I'm not convinced. He is still a High Counselor and so he's in a lot of meetings. He still has a problem staying awake when he sits on the stand at church. In the pew I can at least nudge him. He always appreciates it when I do that!</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Me, well I'm doing great, as always. This year I finally got to use reading glasses. I've always wanted to wear a pair of glasses that I have to keep putting on and then taking off. One of the highlights from this last year for me has been realizing that I have entered into a new "category" in life. I have now entered the category of women who are called, "Mam". I'm hearing this a lot lately. I look around to see what "old" lady is by me and then I realize that they are referring to me. And then of course I got to go and have that swell Sleep Study done not once, but TWO times. Yeah, that was definitely a highlight from 2008. </span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">Well, as you can see, we are all doing just the same as always. Hope that you're doing the same, too.</span><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Merry Christmas!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">The Morris's</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div></div></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-29329290616301061952008-12-16T22:02:00.000-08:002008-12-16T22:45:02.542-08:00Gymnastics Holiday Show<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiYVutvkiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pbfqAKQE9sg/s1600-h/IMG_3132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280638062176473634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiYVutvkiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/pbfqAKQE9sg/s400/IMG_3132.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Brie at her Holiday Gymnastic Show</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280637874789271250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiYK0pJxtI/AAAAAAAAAno/4UdNn3XqvXA/s400/IMG_3096.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#990000;">Here she goes...</span><br /></span><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiX2ivMEFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DeqSO0SEEpE/s1600-h/IMG_3094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280637526385365074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiX2ivMEFI/AAAAAAAAAnY/DeqSO0SEEpE/s400/IMG_3094.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiXtWURD9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vE517z2WpO8/s1600-h/IMG_3093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280637368432398290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiXtWURD9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/vE517z2WpO8/s400/IMG_3093.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiW_MsfscI/AAAAAAAAAnI/xQ9EYFBHCGA/s1600-h/IMG_3120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280636575575683522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiW_MsfscI/AAAAAAAAAnI/xQ9EYFBHCGA/s400/IMG_3120.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Brie with her cousin, Hazelyn</span><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWztUq6AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/M3ZDfAJSKTk/s1600-h/IMG_3104.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280636378175694850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWztUq6AI/AAAAAAAAAnA/M3ZDfAJSKTk/s400/IMG_3104.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"> How would you like to be this limber?<br /></span><br /></span><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWpdyW-qI/AAAAAAAAAm4/P0HkjxgCi98/s1600-h/IMG_3128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280636202206558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWpdyW-qI/AAAAAAAAAm4/P0HkjxgCi98/s400/IMG_3128.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Two cutie pies</span><br /></span><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWelusEcI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MlgdAGfnZJ4/s1600-h/IMG_3092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280636015360086466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWelusEcI/AAAAAAAAAmw/MlgdAGfnZJ4/s400/IMG_3092.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#990000;">First Place!!!</span></span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /><br /></span><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWTU17eLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/oVwb319zDFg/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280635821848492210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUiWTU17eLI/AAAAAAAAAmo/oVwb319zDFg/s400/IMG_3089.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5738937423924737438.post-66272072947589321012008-12-10T11:56:00.000-08:002008-12-10T17:02:12.723-08:00Camarillo Second Ward Relief Society Proudly Presents...<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#333300;">Christmas Dinner with Joseph and Emma Smith</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255967319917538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAh1j2wg-I/AAAAAAAAAmI/gCwBLUaY6-0/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+017.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">Sarah and Bill Haisman as Emma and Joseph</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278260983551053122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAmZixdTUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/QpWLSImnbko/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+004.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></span>S</span>ara Galante and Allyn Sisson as Mary and Hyrum Smith<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278259423345239138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAk-ujZ5GI/AAAAAAAAAmY/lOqUiy9qwHo/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Our S</span>teamboat Captian, Devon Hansen and Marnell as Lucy Mack Smith<br /></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254140956905458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgLQH4j_I/AAAAAAAAAkY/AxIin5QbLJA/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+003.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Marnell as Lucy Mack Smith</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255777725740274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAhqhj-9PI/AAAAAAAAAmA/0sR1DZgrBCs/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+018.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Dean Martin as Porter Rockwell and Rex Henderson with Mitch Tao as the "Bouncers" for the evening</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255532049067186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAhcOWGbLI/AAAAAAAAAlw/dYn5ms4U5TA/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+021.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Our dancing entertainment and instruction provided by Jonathan and Kirsten Kent</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255654360270274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAhjV_XRcI/AAAAAAAAAl4/zjJtWg8OM0c/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+020.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Two of our beautiful singers; Shelsi Stolworthy and Margo Ingram. </p><p align="center">Margo sang, "Oh Holy Night"</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254395142818930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgaDChzHI/AAAAAAAAAko/e9LidjPrH88/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+005.JPG" border="0" /> Shelsi Stolworthy sang "Bring a Torch Jeanette Isabella"</p><p align="center">Not pictured is Cari White who sang a beautiful rendition of "Still, Still, Still"</p><p align="center">and our men's chorus who consisted of Devon Hansen, Jonathan Kent and Kawika Tupou who sang "Oh Come All Ye Faithful".<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAiCFWGd_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jya8d5SPLs0/s1600-h/RS+Christmas+Party+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278256182468179954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAiCFWGd_I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/jya8d5SPLs0/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+015.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Our cast: George Knapp, Kevin Billings, Mitch Tao, Bill Haisman, Sarah Haisman, Allyn Sisson, Sara Galante, Dean Martin, Rex Hendeson, Jonathan Kent, Kirsten Kent, Devon Hansen, Marnell Hansen, Margo Ingram, Shelsi Stolworthy and R.S. President, Linn Evans</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254654328005442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgpIlF40I/AAAAAAAAAk4/CRcyrcECg7Y/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+007.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Delicious dinner provided by Karen Chavez and her food committee. Lala Troxel was a wonderful right hand assistant. </p><p align="center">We had an amazing dinner of Roast Pork, stuffing, gravy, garlic red potatoes, green beans, homemade applesauce, homemade oatmeal bread and for dessert we enjoyed berry cobbler with cream.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254529134402514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgh2MnG9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/wRXk0lqxJzw/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+006.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Our waiters and kitchen staff were priceless: Rex Henderson, Mitch Tao, Dean Martin, Jade Morris, George Knapp, Kevin Billings, </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254000388208258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgDEdsdoI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/uFysES12QEM/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+002.JPG" border="0" /><br />Beautiful table settings<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAhEZdruPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/C4kEVmMvQyQ/s1600-h/RS+Christmas+Party+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255122716801266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAhEZdruPI/AAAAAAAAAlY/C4kEVmMvQyQ/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Devon, Marnell and Linn<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAg29DVjfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bCrr3Kp3jPg/s1600-h/RS+Christmas+Party+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254891751804402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAg29DVjfI/AAAAAAAAAlI/bCrr3Kp3jPg/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+010.JPG" border="0" /></a> George and Bonnie<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgvyZ0CMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/K7igE4jaS5w/s1600-h/RS+Christmas+Party+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278254768634202306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAgvyZ0CMI/AAAAAAAAAlA/K7igE4jaS5w/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Jade & Debbie<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278255398073536146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pfPvGEgI-r0/SUAhUbP2DpI/AAAAAAAAAlo/NAMPIOSZXF8/s400/RS+Christmas+Party+022.JPG" border="0" />Porter Rockwell a.k.a. Dean Martin<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#333300;"></span></div></div>Debbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18131638963796061931noreply@blogger.com4