tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77893996764564958752024-02-06T22:47:48.190-06:00Enjoying Life...One Juice Box at a TimeMy name is Cindy and I am a stay at home mom to four children. Some days I write something worth reading and some days I don't. I am a work in progress, just like this blog.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.comBlogger473125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-92208701332479327732012-01-02T21:31:00.008-06:002012-01-02T21:46:02.719-06:00Happy New Year<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCTHmF5khtvly3bHlzMpu15EHeqIw-VvH2ux63R0f0ObejVaGz5-fRJBQin4P8Ay9uwNAHrfiD4cGfT-zrOapkOWQc4iT8PLgW8AGNCj_f4xPHcMON0nqyLVwRWcQqOO2fAGcoqtrvLw/s1600/DSC02301.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCTHmF5khtvly3bHlzMpu15EHeqIw-VvH2ux63R0f0ObejVaGz5-fRJBQin4P8Ay9uwNAHrfiD4cGfT-zrOapkOWQc4iT8PLgW8AGNCj_f4xPHcMON0nqyLVwRWcQqOO2fAGcoqtrvLw/s320/DSC02301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246547304789346" /></a><br />Hard to believe it's been half a year since I last posted. My blogging has suffered tremendously because of the simple fact that I do not have enough hours in the day to get every thing done. So my blog is down at the bottom of the list. <br /><br />But I had to post a few pictures from New Years Eve that I am borrowing from Courtney. We have spent so many ( I think about 7) New Years Eve with our good friends and we continue to have blessed years. So why risk it and break with tradition. Besides, I love this group and it's seems like forever since we are all last together. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMo56sOyPhhhLfKIJRXDPb8E7apYx96QNgtBkr7oRseSGecyw1hyqUOho7pLdAnLTK0yDM_0RViyNUsfEdvCadPA3Dn2Eo4TksQHwnC470xK6wcNenDKLsCMM3KYMtZ8xXB87tuf1D8M/s1600/DSC02294.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMo56sOyPhhhLfKIJRXDPb8E7apYx96QNgtBkr7oRseSGecyw1hyqUOho7pLdAnLTK0yDM_0RViyNUsfEdvCadPA3Dn2Eo4TksQHwnC470xK6wcNenDKLsCMM3KYMtZ8xXB87tuf1D8M/s320/DSC02294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246208936136850" /></a><br /><br />The kids have all gotten older....and so have the parents. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKoymrnaX78biqNmyHS83a3jiLYInZHVfEfT7SHlGTWN_g5fUnYG1E7H_RObbSUvGOVk32W4Uo_QjVblEpLC9egm3vQWZ9DlzgSQYQqv5wdtR8OHIiWEbolYpaVNgNFN1NLLVfPeMHfo/s1600/DSC02291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKoymrnaX78biqNmyHS83a3jiLYInZHVfEfT7SHlGTWN_g5fUnYG1E7H_RObbSUvGOVk32W4Uo_QjVblEpLC9egm3vQWZ9DlzgSQYQqv5wdtR8OHIiWEbolYpaVNgNFN1NLLVfPeMHfo/s320/DSC02291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693245480420295234" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6pn2wKq8oaFfa3AzGJ-T5InKyAKhTH8L4qVP_NbQOsOfqu36k25OMVSAC4dO83TDyPi2ZCJJNj-aYgBLz5jRtpcbAs8XXf9LxRGDIJpbAPG7VmrndzbQketshokupcyzqkgKt6pVCOg/s1600/DSC02288.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK6pn2wKq8oaFfa3AzGJ-T5InKyAKhTH8L4qVP_NbQOsOfqu36k25OMVSAC4dO83TDyPi2ZCJJNj-aYgBLz5jRtpcbAs8XXf9LxRGDIJpbAPG7VmrndzbQketshokupcyzqkgKt6pVCOg/s320/DSC02288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693245783667574482" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQj6WEdtFOTbuwNe83gfeAuFwN4KCdrDHHesHDm4LUGheTyNC-mnDs_xjWiWAqQ5OKoW8BEwbXHsLUY5c-d4J6PCOBgzjiNqSa7BxAIMLj2nUYXaH5z5ICk7-i8y6DqyKYw0DvLmEm8uE/s1600/DSC02304.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQj6WEdtFOTbuwNe83gfeAuFwN4KCdrDHHesHDm4LUGheTyNC-mnDs_xjWiWAqQ5OKoW8BEwbXHsLUY5c-d4J6PCOBgzjiNqSa7BxAIMLj2nUYXaH5z5ICk7-i8y6DqyKYw0DvLmEm8uE/s320/DSC02304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693246029910186626" /></a><br /><br />I joke about us celebrating New Years with the East coast instead of central time. But this year it was even hard to do that. I suggested moving our celebrations to noon instead so we would all be awake next year. We will see what happens but in the meantime, Cheers to a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year to all my loved ones.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-79442820153764876342011-04-28T13:19:00.000-05:002011-05-02T13:32:16.965-05:00His hair has taken on a life of it's own<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Vs-cqU0e0VYTpQ0N1rZ9HVN_gzaVAeXCNQPOjHviOh4gxd0va3O0MRTzW2Dj7jH17QaNWqBDDrWlcLLvhztsWfOeW_bfiljx_tdSiRJmOrXLzGr3NZOCLTYIUHwE68R5joBkiSVp-h8/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Vs-cqU0e0VYTpQ0N1rZ9HVN_gzaVAeXCNQPOjHviOh4gxd0va3O0MRTzW2Dj7jH17QaNWqBDDrWlcLLvhztsWfOeW_bfiljx_tdSiRJmOrXLzGr3NZOCLTYIUHwE68R5joBkiSVp-h8/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602187569065629458" /></a><br />Hoss wants to grow his hair out. And I've been letting him so far. But it is really starting to take on a life of it's own. And in the process the personality of Hoss is starting to shine through even more than usual. He has gone from this...<br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rCZwMB9K_GhH4WcGX4Ahk5LGrba-ZemsQpPuamTZc9T-3T2ljwAe_b8MR5uATkiKSMj6XloPRuISETXMYpeaSulgBdjrW11Jo2TgGWA_72IAeuvAAs5YAgX-CRNHHXzVdOENjzYcftU/s1600/032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2rCZwMB9K_GhH4WcGX4Ahk5LGrba-ZemsQpPuamTZc9T-3T2ljwAe_b8MR5uATkiKSMj6XloPRuISETXMYpeaSulgBdjrW11Jo2TgGWA_72IAeuvAAs5YAgX-CRNHHXzVdOENjzYcftU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602187103261069570" /></a><br />to this.. All in a blink of a sweaty hot day. No hair gel added. Only sweat and Hubs fingers running through it to make it stand up.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEyi-hIOIgBYXWzL-4z95o66RCCGvbl_CYbp5HCP7O-Q1e_X_ZhKC6Mj2sWcTgcGReLbpvyeqeyXbcRkQmJjtpN0AtCvKNmNwz0PaVvP-yqCCOqnEI_upTDNDLVaZQOUxNFcbHBHCPMA/s1600/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOEyi-hIOIgBYXWzL-4z95o66RCCGvbl_CYbp5HCP7O-Q1e_X_ZhKC6Mj2sWcTgcGReLbpvyeqeyXbcRkQmJjtpN0AtCvKNmNwz0PaVvP-yqCCOqnEI_upTDNDLVaZQOUxNFcbHBHCPMA/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602187418301026290" /></a><br />I actually like the longer hair on him, I think it looks good. And the personality he is showing in these pictures. Well it's classic Hoss and I love that too!Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-9491854582879313032011-04-23T12:53:00.000-05:002011-05-02T13:18:30.992-05:00Easter 2011We had a very full Easter weekend. It started off with a brunch/egg hunt at our neighbors house across the street. They have had this brunch for the last 5 years and it just keeps getting bigger. Lots of food, mimosa's and visiting. And oh yeah, I forgot to mention over 1500 eggs filled with whatever goodies will fit into them. The kids look forward to this every year and so do us parents. <br /><br />The egg hunt was not as crazy as last years and in fact I think the baskets got full before all the eggs were gathered. But the kids persevered and somehow found all the eggs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nyZQ3VBlLY4e-cl_lSrSNFyJhDhZ_TS9vJbdlgv8uLSqwN3FsUi4bSdhmN2k2tXxsxLRZ-vG4X6rv2pIq2ebQndfFMIU8INvOdJpRYwQndhJg9ahyphenhyphenJIh9x_uzbODtD34oK-vv2HtlWw/s1600/IMG_3341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6nyZQ3VBlLY4e-cl_lSrSNFyJhDhZ_TS9vJbdlgv8uLSqwN3FsUi4bSdhmN2k2tXxsxLRZ-vG4X6rv2pIq2ebQndfFMIU8INvOdJpRYwQndhJg9ahyphenhyphenJIh9x_uzbODtD34oK-vv2HtlWw/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181187997107586" /></a><br /><br />I briefly got a picture of them showing off their loot before all the kids congregated on the steps to compare, trade and just eat candy.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzemadQoO-GxKk_Q7PmZqfnDxpR7_mQm1vcFKC5xvjF_7XOUIARSCfb-N1FRBtYMjrQNq-ycfvS0te2nUEJ1qi8z-VvdFRZBVtD0RN4QpcEZQ3op1HFlnKH547OGWS0iAmBqJQPQG6jk/s1600/IMG_3352e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzemadQoO-GxKk_Q7PmZqfnDxpR7_mQm1vcFKC5xvjF_7XOUIARSCfb-N1FRBtYMjrQNq-ycfvS0te2nUEJ1qi8z-VvdFRZBVtD0RN4QpcEZQ3op1HFlnKH547OGWS0iAmBqJQPQG6jk/s320/IMG_3352e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602181686970925394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczn0HcLKGTcKJ6TpMvQkON1AMT-TOXZd9aEg-Se5LPZEhZv7Co-U8aMJhxksCZdoELmDEEoANYfOaEJ1Uq1Y8SbOSi-T9lnm2GMsm1uVbBDGpDeeO91V6MGCQuxybZA7nJJ-WwJbAv8M/s1600/IMG_3355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgczn0HcLKGTcKJ6TpMvQkON1AMT-TOXZd9aEg-Se5LPZEhZv7Co-U8aMJhxksCZdoELmDEEoANYfOaEJ1Uq1Y8SbOSi-T9lnm2GMsm1uVbBDGpDeeO91V6MGCQuxybZA7nJJ-WwJbAv8M/s320/IMG_3355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602182377358500450" /></a><br />I thought it would be such a waste to not try and get a couple of pictures of the kids together in their Easter clothes. For the most part it worked out. I still have the odd look or funny eyes going here and there. But I wasn't going to make them suffer all day long. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzneh591llhyphenhyphenMspXXzREuqaBXxU2mKdoCqvgIy-Bf39Miys5P1VlE0ysz9VC6RAwaRtbQDmNFVefoGzNqCgr8iiBg7oz6J9jGpCyxJcAvVR7mxvpNn8njVSP8Jl2xXVhdoe4HgGIyxFY/s1600/IMG_3364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGzneh591llhyphenhyphenMspXXzREuqaBXxU2mKdoCqvgIy-Bf39Miys5P1VlE0ysz9VC6RAwaRtbQDmNFVefoGzNqCgr8iiBg7oz6J9jGpCyxJcAvVR7mxvpNn8njVSP8Jl2xXVhdoe4HgGIyxFY/s320/IMG_3364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602183043708906338" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzwMk9viSFdOe1hBpdQJBGzguQ_rrXN4kOVRJDRql5mbzmf6bb2V_p69EEWg8SzzGUJPyPpGIMeiRE4Gwkr4MZKov902qgmNi1FuO5gbgRLk1VkSG045cc8MQ3IHrdGsp3Nk9fWN8e5Y/s1600/IMG_3367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMzwMk9viSFdOe1hBpdQJBGzguQ_rrXN4kOVRJDRql5mbzmf6bb2V_p69EEWg8SzzGUJPyPpGIMeiRE4Gwkr4MZKov902qgmNi1FuO5gbgRLk1VkSG045cc8MQ3IHrdGsp3Nk9fWN8e5Y/s320/IMG_3367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602183767528715506" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmKl_K46BYayUvsmLNKsIeTGEHabN0kTU1rLDED7V9pqeFtiszyMRSdPJbuqtHNM4OSLaSGPJ6Hvm9thLGDokqeaXPLdc2pED78K3fiJbau-U6kU_nsMxfgRcMvigqFzFAOoXj5wM5ko/s1600/IMG_3369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMmKl_K46BYayUvsmLNKsIeTGEHabN0kTU1rLDED7V9pqeFtiszyMRSdPJbuqtHNM4OSLaSGPJ6Hvm9thLGDokqeaXPLdc2pED78K3fiJbau-U6kU_nsMxfgRcMvigqFzFAOoXj5wM5ko/s320/IMG_3369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602184284055465330" /></a><br />After church, my parents came over for a late lunch so we ate, and napped and napped some more. The kids meanwhile were running wild in the streets with all the other neighborhood kids that were still on a sugar high from all the candy the day before.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-50284712365820243042011-04-07T12:30:00.000-05:002011-05-02T12:49:04.231-05:00Turning 5It happened. My baby turned 5 on me. She is so excited about being five and getting to go to kindergarden next year. But she was even more excited to celebrate her birthday with a party. We had our small family celebration on her actual birthday. Then she had her friends party the following Saturday. She wanted to have it at the gym where she does gymnastics. So of course she got what she wanted. <br /><br />Her family birthday cake picture.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5y0hqT6kEdIegDiOJNw3dT-ZBjIG8uHBrwfkCJEAKXmoA2yzUizjprj6kjVtlz2qZdNuoSs8m0Z7_Fg_Z6Bkl8dKjlGxZ5TApna_JnxmigmJzvMF7Naw_QWuf_OeR8urPa2x65-cgPg/s1600/IMG_3295e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge5y0hqT6kEdIegDiOJNw3dT-ZBjIG8uHBrwfkCJEAKXmoA2yzUizjprj6kjVtlz2qZdNuoSs8m0Z7_Fg_Z6Bkl8dKjlGxZ5TApna_JnxmigmJzvMF7Naw_QWuf_OeR8urPa2x65-cgPg/s320/IMG_3295e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602173823858372978" /></a><br />About to blow out the candles. And trying to hide her smile from us.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYmE5dP6nqZGS6q8UZknvFnpl6mi7XTIqvIwR_JcBuA7hliaPlMj-suTJiQaRkgV6oqIU3-Y4WeKZpT7djTvtpa3TJQ-bF-Qn1HfxKm4yGsI_z0ZyF8qNVwPF5xx4GUliJgnBiFBEaUs/s1600/IMG_3296e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYmE5dP6nqZGS6q8UZknvFnpl6mi7XTIqvIwR_JcBuA7hliaPlMj-suTJiQaRkgV6oqIU3-Y4WeKZpT7djTvtpa3TJQ-bF-Qn1HfxKm4yGsI_z0ZyF8qNVwPF5xx4GUliJgnBiFBEaUs/s320/IMG_3296e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602174069946174738" /></a><br />Playing with some of ther friends in the gym.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOCpZJXcIcGmDdxm7wi9us_RvRqFpIwc9YRteH0N-jiDh3vOfo22RrBJEoQJLoOCo5BkUdzvqlsAkG_smFdSQqdhblLoAstaXfGuAzx4l970exLbpxs2uxhMcCaMfoUe2xy2tNhn71Zs/s1600/IMG_3313e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlOCpZJXcIcGmDdxm7wi9us_RvRqFpIwc9YRteH0N-jiDh3vOfo22RrBJEoQJLoOCo5BkUdzvqlsAkG_smFdSQqdhblLoAstaXfGuAzx4l970exLbpxs2uxhMcCaMfoUe2xy2tNhn71Zs/s320/IMG_3313e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602174439110008450" /></a><br />The birthday girl gets to paint her hands on the wall and they stay up for the entire year.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBp7hKNWSXLjRbq5RmVLSzGoiiz9CDTMaCemGdT-Vixy_8qmlKgRq_jMdjMtP-EaOLmc2AcrMz5UPt-tZDKbdlGJX9YJa9jnkEJkCbre_gLPio7pGlV81uvMxMjbP5TwjJkIgIBiM0YD4/s1600/IMG_3319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBp7hKNWSXLjRbq5RmVLSzGoiiz9CDTMaCemGdT-Vixy_8qmlKgRq_jMdjMtP-EaOLmc2AcrMz5UPt-tZDKbdlGJX9YJa9jnkEJkCbre_gLPio7pGlV81uvMxMjbP5TwjJkIgIBiM0YD4/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602174905791074802" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGskhTZ0QVE6ykfEB6h6fnLrNw8JECFVcl35koewXPmJGSaAxTp5ls0LCx9B5si1GO3xHqsnf1dHtNHaFrP8ZEMYgQZVZ8b3VOIdF2pGqgRkgnT2pPhpz7ZbFLYtgFVVP0lyljH3fjREc/s1600/IMG_3322e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGskhTZ0QVE6ykfEB6h6fnLrNw8JECFVcl35koewXPmJGSaAxTp5ls0LCx9B5si1GO3xHqsnf1dHtNHaFrP8ZEMYgQZVZ8b3VOIdF2pGqgRkgnT2pPhpz7ZbFLYtgFVVP0lyljH3fjREc/s320/IMG_3322e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602175806171043522" /></a><br />All her friends gathered around for cake and presents.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFLT0dD2Xuo4djvqY7PvmFqrkkroygJ13gV7Lje08tRaDtaUEluoiZ-PMlPSxyusoBo0ywLFGb2So9AfNKWWcksnkiAc6Iv_DhyphenhyphenYkayqKowXNcbf15bnlaMfvIv1dhz7ZR0oz_-owJxk/s1600/IMG_3328.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEFLT0dD2Xuo4djvqY7PvmFqrkkroygJ13gV7Lje08tRaDtaUEluoiZ-PMlPSxyusoBo0ywLFGb2So9AfNKWWcksnkiAc6Iv_DhyphenhyphenYkayqKowXNcbf15bnlaMfvIv1dhz7ZR0oz_-owJxk/s320/IMG_3328.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176492926077490" /></a><br />And another cake. I think turning 5 deserves two cakes...at least. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVECU1MuWYgO0-JFcvGluOF-mx-ptE_62x9ujlV2tQNZR1-UX62PRlBZisogzTkBBHqqtaaRnrZnkRt4jBLUlMXiINTHUrPrXU6zc8OwRXDL5e2rXeDFJV2GAE1SoytGf4NY2jbCNQkvk/s1600/IMG_3324e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVECU1MuWYgO0-JFcvGluOF-mx-ptE_62x9ujlV2tQNZR1-UX62PRlBZisogzTkBBHqqtaaRnrZnkRt4jBLUlMXiINTHUrPrXU6zc8OwRXDL5e2rXeDFJV2GAE1SoytGf4NY2jbCNQkvk/s320/IMG_3324e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602176790690772322" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-56617138157869288412011-04-05T12:08:00.000-05:002011-05-02T12:25:03.191-05:00The many faces of ZGetting pictures of my kids without them making a ridiculous face is always a challenge. You would think it would be easier for me to get a normal, non silly picture of my oldest son Z. He is after all about to be a teenager. Well that's probably why he doesn't cooperate much with me and my camera these days. I thought I'd show a bit of what I have to go through and put up with before I can actually get a good picture. <br /><br />The boy can't seem to be bothered to look up from the laptop long enough to smile into the camera.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGy3ObBtNWEyXmR6IXs0pOc0SXDVMprVxlCb4uR4pchkNc8LN2RFXz78qYxn3QsncFMyMoJgPXyRgFrFEhNo7BL3ZAzuYBS1GKRIpzfF35kg9BNC3DRRdIsV1Z-qajSAjRM50oixVCcM0/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGy3ObBtNWEyXmR6IXs0pOc0SXDVMprVxlCb4uR4pchkNc8LN2RFXz78qYxn3QsncFMyMoJgPXyRgFrFEhNo7BL3ZAzuYBS1GKRIpzfF35kg9BNC3DRRdIsV1Z-qajSAjRM50oixVCcM0/s320/IMG_3290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602168843399101490" /></a><br />Then when I finally get him to look up and smile. He does this right at the last second and this is what I get.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19WrMJm88wiKYPdfPuY6p1RZzu24UXd0qDy3urHGHAl15-BJuKLj_uJufX4emiZP9kf8ZIfG4NBHiptLv348Xp9LhEZsKQQii2xyHGY-jDNDHJCiHo8qwodY1hnslKlOn1iaOnjqGFoA/s1600/IMG_3286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj19WrMJm88wiKYPdfPuY6p1RZzu24UXd0qDy3urHGHAl15-BJuKLj_uJufX4emiZP9kf8ZIfG4NBHiptLv348Xp9LhEZsKQQii2xyHGY-jDNDHJCiHo8qwodY1hnslKlOn1iaOnjqGFoA/s320/IMG_3286.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602169258499097138" /></a><br />Of course by this time, he thinks it's all fun and games and waits until I've focused and then this...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLX15Pv-NobCpDRz_bmIzKCaskjtpjSRzCDXDwh4OX_kb5e3vwSlU9nXD5PMoQKYUR8stIEqvicq1JNBrbU3VzK2GeIVi1oDrEedLdHk7KjaMEhYBV9vAPe3TgBCOdTm5AiCXdMnuI-Y/s1600/IMG_3291.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLX15Pv-NobCpDRz_bmIzKCaskjtpjSRzCDXDwh4OX_kb5e3vwSlU9nXD5PMoQKYUR8stIEqvicq1JNBrbU3VzK2GeIVi1oDrEedLdHk7KjaMEhYBV9vAPe3TgBCOdTm5AiCXdMnuI-Y/s320/IMG_3291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602169830035304242" /></a><br />Finally, he takes pity on his mom and picks me up from the ground where I am sobbing and crying in the fetal position and says he will do it right this time. He promises! Do I believe him...well of course not, but I'm his mom and I want a picture of him and so sucker that I am I try again. <br /><br />And I get this...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRs_1Aqjvdnm9B5LdZc_IQS81MLGMNZvNdwvDvM8SjmTvSCrgmDEMVKB44Nx-J44LU9-H8Na3ffFos7eUAGy1QpGGCkG5qdEtJ0oeT0yRz5UWCHKA7Ti79JFX5FiVxjAgwBXm94CChwY/s1600/IMG_3282e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKRs_1Aqjvdnm9B5LdZc_IQS81MLGMNZvNdwvDvM8SjmTvSCrgmDEMVKB44Nx-J44LU9-H8Na3ffFos7eUAGy1QpGGCkG5qdEtJ0oeT0yRz5UWCHKA7Ti79JFX5FiVxjAgwBXm94CChwY/s320/IMG_3282e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602170355995563298" /></a><br />Oh how sweet success is. Well at least until Z. looks at me and says "There are you done yet?? I'm ready to get back to my web surfing of important things...like Fred!"<br />This time when I fall to the floor in a heap and start sobbing uncontrollably he just steps over me and says thanks mom.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-86507839563273474202011-04-02T11:41:00.000-05:002011-05-02T12:06:29.785-05:00Start of soccer seasonWe finally agreed to let A. play a little soccer this season. We had been holding out just for our own sake of not having to commit to another team. But she's been begging and she finally got her chance. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ajbfvq9Kv6qkUVOWhaYJfuG0FcAXmVAlgANyWiKBgCnUyLYl3pxDEWQ5huBmmFF_vdYGrNUnfh39B1BoNFy0txThC6GmFd63Hvv5wE3Io0eZ1BcQsQWlsSvwn4z5bKL3_bSdx9ljvms/s1600/IMG_3265e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ajbfvq9Kv6qkUVOWhaYJfuG0FcAXmVAlgANyWiKBgCnUyLYl3pxDEWQ5huBmmFF_vdYGrNUnfh39B1BoNFy0txThC6GmFd63Hvv5wE3Io0eZ1BcQsQWlsSvwn4z5bKL3_bSdx9ljvms/s320/IMG_3265e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602162724909349186" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54BQ8wDL0vmlZmbQUjNOXtaq3uBq47Y3VNQ5sB32vk3Z46pxi_FkBTkgJ1x9Gu3U1dwZS7aL3-DJGxAEBqXGMZS8fNno-6tiVuJX-UGp02q5u_er_QaTnzqjWiKPsW-3DTYARwShh940/s1600/IMG_3272e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi54BQ8wDL0vmlZmbQUjNOXtaq3uBq47Y3VNQ5sB32vk3Z46pxi_FkBTkgJ1x9Gu3U1dwZS7aL3-DJGxAEBqXGMZS8fNno-6tiVuJX-UGp02q5u_er_QaTnzqjWiKPsW-3DTYARwShh940/s320/IMG_3272e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602163153004874050" /></a><br />She loved it and if I'm being honest she did pretty good out there most the time. She can really handle the ball better than the other kids when they first started and she has a really strong kick. And at her age, it's all about fun and you can just sit back and enjoy the kids having fun. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9mmjdrKEvim8KGpv44eyrS_sSCC8zu2f14E4fo_STdSLt6coixBaZMWzkTLtsctW2GB2voYzh2bnNwC9dzajN1NonP3A6RLZnxFbr3D4lb5aM9aDIrguD73UsRxY3d3shdqR9E-2RFRw/s1600/IMG_3241e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9mmjdrKEvim8KGpv44eyrS_sSCC8zu2f14E4fo_STdSLt6coixBaZMWzkTLtsctW2GB2voYzh2bnNwC9dzajN1NonP3A6RLZnxFbr3D4lb5aM9aDIrguD73UsRxY3d3shdqR9E-2RFRw/s320/IMG_3241e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602163696203416242" /></a><br />Normally it would be me and the the three youngest since Hubs and Z. always were at baseball. So naturally a lot of time was spent at the park area as well. This provided lots of opportunity to get pictures of my monkeys hanging out. <br /><br />My silly girl hanging upside down.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ25gNle6G7WKesva6hlJg4v3roZr62VIwSR8bsNu-6xjaXvNb1ODYx1tVO_lwBzkBxNvUUZiPy9PjUAKGwyCsjmY4bnvF9BftDxb48AdcHK1h1a97oginvzQY1-FwoeviZIbTfT7eZv0/s1600/IMG_3246e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ25gNle6G7WKesva6hlJg4v3roZr62VIwSR8bsNu-6xjaXvNb1ODYx1tVO_lwBzkBxNvUUZiPy9PjUAKGwyCsjmY4bnvF9BftDxb48AdcHK1h1a97oginvzQY1-FwoeviZIbTfT7eZv0/s320/IMG_3246e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602164998837336514" /></a><br />She's showing off her missing front tooth to me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIvPrWtM8y08Wl4pqYyHy6oqB7xWyQHO55K5Hx59gPcC4QWymp1o_a8PECh1idEw83EOBMYA8GCzVzVjBiGW27TbpQkrwzC8OdTrE3CHpbrhf9ZwWfEx7EaJJcFSt0P5m4nbGwi34fYE/s1600/IMG_3224e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhIvPrWtM8y08Wl4pqYyHy6oqB7xWyQHO55K5Hx59gPcC4QWymp1o_a8PECh1idEw83EOBMYA8GCzVzVjBiGW27TbpQkrwzC8OdTrE3CHpbrhf9ZwWfEx7EaJJcFSt0P5m4nbGwi34fYE/s320/IMG_3224e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602164082802382322" /></a><br />My big boy just perched up high where he can see everything going on.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAWwuQGYsLpjTng6oNbT_M2EAfXiVC14pZcfZyi4sHrH87hpxmemRznFk5DaHjHvRxx1LdmfdD6Gv8TKPptZZrxKTYq-nJGRguJpQS9o6DJWkJYVTkSDwJVCDM6Lg6ZqWIR8dwjjaHDA/s1600/IMG_3247e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisAWwuQGYsLpjTng6oNbT_M2EAfXiVC14pZcfZyi4sHrH87hpxmemRznFk5DaHjHvRxx1LdmfdD6Gv8TKPptZZrxKTYq-nJGRguJpQS9o6DJWkJYVTkSDwJVCDM6Lg6ZqWIR8dwjjaHDA/s320/IMG_3247e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602164577760551906" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-63143833538668106972011-03-23T21:14:00.002-05:002011-03-23T21:19:12.317-05:00Is it really worth a 1000 wordsThey say a picture is worth a 1000 words. Well here is a picture that captures the personality and sense of humor of my oldest. I've been told that I am required by law to claim him as my own until he is of a legal age. I do love his sense of humor as twisted and disturbing as it may be. But he's a boy and the sign is talking about poop so what can you expect from a 12 year old. <br /> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHf-hzJ89-bHv8myXX6-cMEfBcS3LOdsK8Sykp7KD_cn57F9-OiAgIwh5M0kbZ3jpw_T1C1ljbyPY_lvfnPIoVLDmZKXAAj_NVd1AQfrm7F4shkYYNRYTtT0RONwjQJJ4lr0paaR0rFc/s1600/Zach+Camping+sign.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihHf-hzJ89-bHv8myXX6-cMEfBcS3LOdsK8Sykp7KD_cn57F9-OiAgIwh5M0kbZ3jpw_T1C1ljbyPY_lvfnPIoVLDmZKXAAj_NVd1AQfrm7F4shkYYNRYTtT0RONwjQJJ4lr0paaR0rFc/s320/Zach+Camping+sign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587464404656094578" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-39685310929712971262011-02-23T11:16:00.007-06:002011-02-23T11:37:41.566-06:00Flu and thank you's<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEPJ9ZVtNXPad5Ag4dDY_JNgjywoR8eEgLEDhy5inBJEdnSvTgfuV7xOzDv4eAej5xw4mbgvG3IomTLrhvIP3n_VA34LIPpBhKbYIVSQyMrncRclddQC7SodoM5mxTFBCChb7MgpDlDg/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEEPJ9ZVtNXPad5Ag4dDY_JNgjywoR8eEgLEDhy5inBJEdnSvTgfuV7xOzDv4eAej5xw4mbgvG3IomTLrhvIP3n_VA34LIPpBhKbYIVSQyMrncRclddQC7SodoM5mxTFBCChb7MgpDlDg/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576939682359411698" /></a><br />My son came into my room yesterday about 5am. He said he didn't feel well at all. Poor guy was burning up so we got him some medicine and put him back to bed. Once I got the other kids off to school I was able to get him into the doctors office where we got a positive test for the flu. So I stopped off at the store to stock up on Gatorade, fever medicine and Tamiflu. Then we headed back home to rest and be sick. Not a fun day for my little guy. <br /><br />Finally, later that evening he felt well enough to draw. So he went to his room and came out with a card for me. On it, he wrote "Thank you for taking care of me when I was sick. I love you!"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX4M2EwKE36o20_0WHtRoImDvrBa1L7xjON2ABZR4GZ5jLcNmqRcr6l70I-SbvXsj6OSR0BzgA_2XG12wEtbCFIYf6yL7saR7qyW_3Abus_tRC7cw0FgQBf572hYs4pwClKNdAlSCAuI/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX4M2EwKE36o20_0WHtRoImDvrBa1L7xjON2ABZR4GZ5jLcNmqRcr6l70I-SbvXsj6OSR0BzgA_2XG12wEtbCFIYf6yL7saR7qyW_3Abus_tRC7cw0FgQBf572hYs4pwClKNdAlSCAuI/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576939426980782354" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowC1kLKryaDLWW_Pj8u4oVPr5ze7pgle-trmOm8iiHk2-3q5G416F09VyEK0UoIZ0nvo-xQPPweHKXDprBzdGjm6cMK9lwbh8bcXRGmVqJ6F4aS0L0AhI95ZqhYXFbqH3ScQNoOv73sA/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiowC1kLKryaDLWW_Pj8u4oVPr5ze7pgle-trmOm8iiHk2-3q5G416F09VyEK0UoIZ0nvo-xQPPweHKXDprBzdGjm6cMK9lwbh8bcXRGmVqJ6F4aS0L0AhI95ZqhYXFbqH3ScQNoOv73sA/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576939131325630754" /></a><br />I'm telling you now, that sweet boy put a lump in my throat with that card. He's always been my gentle, sensitive one. But as he has gotten older, he doesn't show it as much as he used to. But he still is that same sweet soul he's always been. It's just currently hiding under a rough and tough little boy exterior that he only shows to mom when he isn't feeling well. <br /><br />But I love that sweet nature of my son. The one that stops to thank you for taking care of him when he is sick. Now we just have to get him healthy again because as much as I love seeing this glimpse into his sweet soul. I would much rather have a little boy in constant perpetual motion to try and keep up with.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-58996653673735093742011-02-13T13:30:00.006-06:002011-02-13T13:53:06.934-06:00Daddy/Daughter Dance 2011This year I decided to buy tickets for K. and her Daddy to go the Valentine's Daddy/Daughter dance. After talking it over with Hubs, we decided that for this first year we would let it be just K. Next year and the following years he will take both girls. <br /><br />K. was very excited to go on a real "date" with her Daddy. Especially once she got the dress and shoes with heels. A lot of her friends from school were going to be there so the excitement on Friday morning was very high. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGj3TdTIWtnZtd-N9RfEUwcIBWhT7F-6ZOu83mrOzGMiB_-eZXeNjn2R8FR6E14S_d8m48mqR0cfxdg98al7anea-P4-YIt8mOk13RzOcScsMNtWjnLvorvceWe-xOLvKDm1pyyqpvFs/s1600/IMG_3203e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGj3TdTIWtnZtd-N9RfEUwcIBWhT7F-6ZOu83mrOzGMiB_-eZXeNjn2R8FR6E14S_d8m48mqR0cfxdg98al7anea-P4-YIt8mOk13RzOcScsMNtWjnLvorvceWe-xOLvKDm1pyyqpvFs/s320/IMG_3203e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573263024073601714" /></a><br />I got home from work and got her fed. Then we had to get her ready for the dance. She got her dress and tights and shoes on and asked me to come do her hair and makeup. Not that I really could do much with her hair but we did at least brush it out. Then we put a very little bit of makeup on to make her feel extra girlie and pretty. She did look pretty cute if I say so myself. And I do, and I can because I'm her mommy and it's my blog. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyg4lq4mz5CVnL-OQ9MySGw3dKmsfwPSqjRhR5jlOAB4L1yWxkqxSReSFYyOEEwzNBFSdWGhkqZkkxcH0P7-Wxj2oe4FwfHswvnwk1gpHk1UsqAK3UN6WfTbDe8WCRgtyFFgFZR3SiLg/s1600/IMG_3207e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMyg4lq4mz5CVnL-OQ9MySGw3dKmsfwPSqjRhR5jlOAB4L1yWxkqxSReSFYyOEEwzNBFSdWGhkqZkkxcH0P7-Wxj2oe4FwfHswvnwk1gpHk1UsqAK3UN6WfTbDe8WCRgtyFFgFZR3SiLg/s320/IMG_3207e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573262599126147602" /></a><br />Hubs had to break out the tie and get all dressed up. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhVkSscU2XvXckOKgAah-ITLGU7Y14EtskTrW09AjeuDRjc0DWj4PlI9LtNJhMt_05FZb61hDHM1NVjcyoE5s8CyoAXwsRolwhMUABWJ4oQ-uE8z4wmZMuP2BQaXgSzgN5Jp3ewCLUtk/s1600/IMG_3211e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUhVkSscU2XvXckOKgAah-ITLGU7Y14EtskTrW09AjeuDRjc0DWj4PlI9LtNJhMt_05FZb61hDHM1NVjcyoE5s8CyoAXwsRolwhMUABWJ4oQ-uE8z4wmZMuP2BQaXgSzgN5Jp3ewCLUtk/s320/IMG_3211e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573263587760043538" /></a><br /><br />We got a few pictures of them together and then they headed off to the country club to dance the night away without brothers or sisters or mom in the way. <br /><br />Hubs said they danced so much he was tired. Although he mentioned that K. didn't really do so much dancing as hopping around. But it doesn't really matter since they had fun. They snacked on the food they served, I know M&M's was something that was mentioned. And then they got to pick out a balloon when the dance was over. At this point, K. did remember her little sister and grabbed her a purple balloon. She then told A. all about it and how next year they would get to go together. <br /><br />I know it's a silly thing, this Daddy/Daughter dance. But I couldn't help but want to give her a chance to enjoy her Dad a bit more. After all, if they are lucky someday they will have a real sweetheart who is as wonderful a man as their Daddy. And Hubs loved it also, getting to spend more time with his girls is always fun for all of them. <br /><br />Plus it gets me a chance to get a great picture like this. This alone is worth it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyJmdgFXb7CWuovh4T_17Ip_H20pj9ppkJmXqPCUMxXU5JqH5Vc26uzsOwD3sFsws6Eha-uoGC53TwpK7HSSclXLyo22rwi7kW95YddX7HEnJIPldbEJpg4qT-nIqJiIT1rZtn4-SYe4/s1600/IMG_3218e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhyJmdgFXb7CWuovh4T_17Ip_H20pj9ppkJmXqPCUMxXU5JqH5Vc26uzsOwD3sFsws6Eha-uoGC53TwpK7HSSclXLyo22rwi7kW95YddX7HEnJIPldbEJpg4qT-nIqJiIT1rZtn4-SYe4/s320/IMG_3218e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573264030222018242" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-83260062091875052412011-02-04T14:36:00.013-06:002011-02-04T15:19:21.053-06:00Tis that time of year...for ice storms and snow<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB4_fo2pRfZ4y6JbI3PWV2CrxAqMs9buMS843fs8WDyByLPBaeiE8fvEgsC_9Z9TtIy0vCOL3aJGF00tj7_LijtxJx8QMxs9cd-kN-jK8g_xMkOcG7B7cW68dt8OZsQyKqClmApGXcDc/s1600/IMG_3186e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwB4_fo2pRfZ4y6JbI3PWV2CrxAqMs9buMS843fs8WDyByLPBaeiE8fvEgsC_9Z9TtIy0vCOL3aJGF00tj7_LijtxJx8QMxs9cd-kN-jK8g_xMkOcG7B7cW68dt8OZsQyKqClmApGXcDc/s320/IMG_3186e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569943525748759666" /></a><br />We got hit by an ice storm this week. With below freezing temperatures nothing was melting. Nothing like 3 inches of ice to shut down the metroplex. School has been cancelled for the last four days. Unheard of in Texas. Then last night we got an additional 6 inches of snow. Finally, something the kids could play in. So after 4 days of cabin fever and no school they were finally able to go out and play. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2W3JUyqmT9noPjE1nCw0fSUoAtMXrtMEAu0JDl9CNo8FqN-vA3YvJSd-qNYfT5XGZNjYrl6OBJI69sERlnS65HFMVg5zX-KI0kzClm5TjepAbMnGnWn4siPgMyckV1RM80uMaCB-rGA/s1600/IMG_3168e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi2W3JUyqmT9noPjE1nCw0fSUoAtMXrtMEAu0JDl9CNo8FqN-vA3YvJSd-qNYfT5XGZNjYrl6OBJI69sERlnS65HFMVg5zX-KI0kzClm5TjepAbMnGnWn4siPgMyckV1RM80uMaCB-rGA/s320/IMG_3168e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569938409840044914" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPptxqoJVg_dImPl3USWu5v_E5JkAcOJtwQ4_O4t9oRYyisd-9i-HtRekZozDRuh1paNOO0UL0JpLtsyM4sqqidCRbbfjxtWw6PrymoX-01IbMLay9fXmU5wn6Py3L9RFVhYWI2kYV_o4/s1600/IMG_3165.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPptxqoJVg_dImPl3USWu5v_E5JkAcOJtwQ4_O4t9oRYyisd-9i-HtRekZozDRuh1paNOO0UL0JpLtsyM4sqqidCRbbfjxtWw6PrymoX-01IbMLay9fXmU5wn6Py3L9RFVhYWI2kYV_o4/s320/IMG_3165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569939185854371970" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8_NGXmm4UMf3x_mXJsNhQEAZfkaZDGww3COEsWj7b6DqI9LTCxUDTiu7JsAtJhwYoR_igLZPDQPlxR8gxj5pN7gRaXWFe1O2NrcpxfnSACi7inavoNCEkVTbOjOqo6fUDXPVVEbpbbk/s1600/IMG_3170e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW8_NGXmm4UMf3x_mXJsNhQEAZfkaZDGww3COEsWj7b6DqI9LTCxUDTiu7JsAtJhwYoR_igLZPDQPlxR8gxj5pN7gRaXWFe1O2NrcpxfnSACi7inavoNCEkVTbOjOqo6fUDXPVVEbpbbk/s320/IMG_3170e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569939647633819362" /></a><br />They got to go slide down the driveway and cul de sac for a while. This helped Hubs in clearing most of the snow off so he could scrape the ice off afterwards. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQDKtX1XKX1VUvzp8CU2138_x6aFViz2Tfc_91oZAmb5N3zvLk3NMYJiEwn1QzXNjbl2_XjJmJ8_HxAiZ9nx9rbRcYQm-XPJOdE9J3TjWtwz1I_UUSuR5-StdSTaHmEWfyr1NMCO5osc/s1600/IMG_3173e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQDKtX1XKX1VUvzp8CU2138_x6aFViz2Tfc_91oZAmb5N3zvLk3NMYJiEwn1QzXNjbl2_XjJmJ8_HxAiZ9nx9rbRcYQm-XPJOdE9J3TjWtwz1I_UUSuR5-StdSTaHmEWfyr1NMCO5osc/s320/IMG_3173e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569940069892267426" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIQe_UlX0fGLVJ91g3eF_ycfByELwBQU6NTcrN9s9Lz8py1N3TxHaFRgYTpwbh_CQliTDxYLr4Cw4qWjHLY5F1rPGYsw3h2u9yZbvhVi-xTaDCEGMcowdRlR8bhACJ9mi0eHko2R1kts/s1600/IMG_3174e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEIQe_UlX0fGLVJ91g3eF_ycfByELwBQU6NTcrN9s9Lz8py1N3TxHaFRgYTpwbh_CQliTDxYLr4Cw4qWjHLY5F1rPGYsw3h2u9yZbvhVi-xTaDCEGMcowdRlR8bhACJ9mi0eHko2R1kts/s320/IMG_3174e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569940550726868482" /></a><br /><br />Then of course they just had fun being able to play outside.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAKbRuexzJfYKvmhR0ejlTmBGrIeLsWs-vBwwPer5XavDNqq1V8fPR3bGE7sC8W0uro0WJo9bCC-uBE0viAZp03hzCxlIBih9xBVH0V-tYywDF5bOa9sKHH4lzBkgWNMuP7DAqW8QuGA/s1600/IMG_3183.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaAKbRuexzJfYKvmhR0ejlTmBGrIeLsWs-vBwwPer5XavDNqq1V8fPR3bGE7sC8W0uro0WJo9bCC-uBE0viAZp03hzCxlIBih9xBVH0V-tYywDF5bOa9sKHH4lzBkgWNMuP7DAqW8QuGA/s320/IMG_3183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569941810539471442" /></a><br /><br />Even Gigi went out to play a bit.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qep6WvnTCY5us8bxdxGuYhPw7VulMcMdklR45cNtyXjN4hCPjwk4Mmfd2ObK4QXSBqWxefQA2gEnPiqcIqFGQG325BNJYYSwctzJWCBP78v6yciN6_oC4n2Z9LKw30T5uS6psMLip1E/s1600/IMG_3177e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4qep6WvnTCY5us8bxdxGuYhPw7VulMcMdklR45cNtyXjN4hCPjwk4Mmfd2ObK4QXSBqWxefQA2gEnPiqcIqFGQG325BNJYYSwctzJWCBP78v6yciN6_oC4n2Z9LKw30T5uS6psMLip1E/s320/IMG_3177e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569943916999060194" /></a><br />I went out to take a few pictures but decided to come back in with A. after I slipped and slided my way around the driveway. Then afterwards, A. came inside and put on her summer clothes to hurry the arrival of summer weather. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbYuayFMv3Pww9htQKjDFFDdFvUPRQE98OqRwKXtL-wZCbTv9vNX2w4L1xYRSwRn5va_uImH2tUALhE3rrt0CW5nDtSV_LZaW-bWe-YBM2ROKbl7yEFIo8XQkRic_28NP5z9yZDjjHI0/s1600/IMG_3195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrbYuayFMv3Pww9htQKjDFFDdFvUPRQE98OqRwKXtL-wZCbTv9vNX2w4L1xYRSwRn5va_uImH2tUALhE3rrt0CW5nDtSV_LZaW-bWe-YBM2ROKbl7yEFIo8XQkRic_28NP5z9yZDjjHI0/s320/IMG_3195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569944704074665266" /></a><br /><br />Here's a bit of what our neighborhood looked like this morning.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMG_O-5B9yhEGmzhY5If72ZsPFJ86NvJbv4g5fRC3W-ayIekMVyx9QcpM6fufc8HyfHXkZI20rUpKjeif0m04lMgv-vv-qsLOK1YKhrt8b2qvToaTiaprPGszA6nD_sbgiW0U2AEILCY/s1600/IMG_3190e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtMG_O-5B9yhEGmzhY5If72ZsPFJ86NvJbv4g5fRC3W-ayIekMVyx9QcpM6fufc8HyfHXkZI20rUpKjeif0m04lMgv-vv-qsLOK1YKhrt8b2qvToaTiaprPGszA6nD_sbgiW0U2AEILCY/s320/IMG_3190e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569945730997909538" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoF6lEzuA7SuRgOiuDVA578N49IWWRCH60aRCfF2wkfCOWYCeqY6qFMi23wqAvzBttA_rFzGND0XMR8EsACtGw3QzwlHWFHvWc9LIAWkOc584Fd-ArWYaGFnXiGIYBmkVm9QmGbReZU0/s1600/IMG_3185e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidoF6lEzuA7SuRgOiuDVA578N49IWWRCH60aRCfF2wkfCOWYCeqY6qFMi23wqAvzBttA_rFzGND0XMR8EsACtGw3QzwlHWFHvWc9LIAWkOc584Fd-ArWYaGFnXiGIYBmkVm9QmGbReZU0/s320/IMG_3185e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569946292528680306" /></a><br /><br />We have to take winter weather when we can get it. But I am definitely done with all the cold weather and ready for spring.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-23418374972107308892011-01-17T11:17:00.011-06:002011-01-17T11:35:28.244-06:00We got SNOW!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOKUpxXMWwklBGM_SDJAL1lr87_TYGDo84IDNMubT0fwULSSOPXGLLd__4YHUvnCVo2t_pXGxgJrupikZG5M3t4ARAOrAX9G_KsKI8VoailzGls0jFK_zSWw77GGhFULJWe4yLJRf4oA/s1600/025e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKOKUpxXMWwklBGM_SDJAL1lr87_TYGDo84IDNMubT0fwULSSOPXGLLd__4YHUvnCVo2t_pXGxgJrupikZG5M3t4ARAOrAX9G_KsKI8VoailzGls0jFK_zSWw77GGhFULJWe4yLJRf4oA/s320/025e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563208344794567938" /></a><br />The kids were very excited to get snow last week. Enough for them to play in, have snow ball fights in and build a snowman in. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMJVaJBxrldik9dctchYpaHW4peszsimE6BFvwWfF9bD5su4146Awm1HulCIpgCD4H9_fzaZgNfiP4LjmrghsNk_7pQQq-pk6ylD9Rl9HL6wXDmxOx-qIQ6oGKPoejJPTMOhjKHzH_Lw/s1600/007e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPMJVaJBxrldik9dctchYpaHW4peszsimE6BFvwWfF9bD5su4146Awm1HulCIpgCD4H9_fzaZgNfiP4LjmrghsNk_7pQQq-pk6ylD9Rl9HL6wXDmxOx-qIQ6oGKPoejJPTMOhjKHzH_Lw/s320/007e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563206210640118562" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFaQVhJcmUmHEh5qoL8S55e5aAD0VWh69-WKqy0CbyATgkrVSU-udZjJA4Fcy8ENeZATW8vOIO7-ZrNg0ueeTCK8Tmey7JC_K1118EwScA434w_xtUqW9ZGewvU8Cj2NKttlSDm5OwzQ/s1600/008e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlFaQVhJcmUmHEh5qoL8S55e5aAD0VWh69-WKqy0CbyATgkrVSU-udZjJA4Fcy8ENeZATW8vOIO7-ZrNg0ueeTCK8Tmey7JC_K1118EwScA434w_xtUqW9ZGewvU8Cj2NKttlSDm5OwzQ/s320/008e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563206475635405650" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigatTuWkm4uPqtUTeePAphdtizMxhqQy4DljsDnCtI-iKxQTF9zBqqG06chyTSGwqACBbMX_vIOQLPo6QNgYkeekpVHgkFMg5egEn3yCSjO2ElR9u2QKkVgkE4TUK26HxzTlz6xOPIs1M/s1600/010e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigatTuWkm4uPqtUTeePAphdtizMxhqQy4DljsDnCtI-iKxQTF9zBqqG06chyTSGwqACBbMX_vIOQLPo6QNgYkeekpVHgkFMg5egEn3yCSjO2ElR9u2QKkVgkE4TUK26HxzTlz6xOPIs1M/s320/010e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563206711516980050" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbdnZShUj2f6n9rGx01op-BBqeUQnpHMKwcCMLbLDnojREyTQEWKNy8yIbyhqm6QNDO6mQjF7JINAhp44WtcSRHONL74_IlBoV7tC7NfxaW_XKfWRAq3Mndw1SsR0OUlkuSNLaZZdLGQ/s1600/011e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQbdnZShUj2f6n9rGx01op-BBqeUQnpHMKwcCMLbLDnojREyTQEWKNy8yIbyhqm6QNDO6mQjF7JINAhp44WtcSRHONL74_IlBoV7tC7NfxaW_XKfWRAq3Mndw1SsR0OUlkuSNLaZZdLGQ/s320/011e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563206992084552962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Then to top it off the temperature stayed so low for the entire week that the snow didn't melt for about 3 days (although it was more ice like after that)and the snowman, well he lasted a very long 6 days before he succumbed to our typical Texas January weather. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiLFkBXm6wcCX1BYqSIeVDZ9YUW8phzISFCkgeIxO3MwJm3CrfrFiGyD3rb4zuYtqpDVI11TBykU9Hk9oXSMxjthZv40CZ5MK1IlnjedYIkuV11SdIirUQozA4Pdcw2x9uuDe7yaNWhI/s1600/022e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaiLFkBXm6wcCX1BYqSIeVDZ9YUW8phzISFCkgeIxO3MwJm3CrfrFiGyD3rb4zuYtqpDVI11TBykU9Hk9oXSMxjthZv40CZ5MK1IlnjedYIkuV11SdIirUQozA4Pdcw2x9uuDe7yaNWhI/s320/022e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563207248501901010" /></a><br />But the kids loved it and Hubs and I tried to make it a bit more fun for them. Even though it meant getting out of the warm house, getting wet and having way more laundry than usual. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOulERFOGCV1tyhTQJM4aH7WIfU9ssBVDUrEoZaeGS5rXKvA3BrZSauZwfIu1K-pTyeiaZmpDbAB_14eKWWLQXvR_QorvTWpelgx3p6BuZf_MXjw6YQz4d45tFRQbDs3ZPAzsdL3iYaw/s1600/028e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOulERFOGCV1tyhTQJM4aH7WIfU9ssBVDUrEoZaeGS5rXKvA3BrZSauZwfIu1K-pTyeiaZmpDbAB_14eKWWLQXvR_QorvTWpelgx3p6BuZf_MXjw6YQz4d45tFRQbDs3ZPAzsdL3iYaw/s320/028e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563207536788037586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagtt8IVhKIRiw4oVeOXu3AIldYXZ4eXuIjZbvDV67lCbXfCKECygopcypaB-pUxoF_l2__C4KDMyRCRTe7vyuVHOarG3ynzJ5vY_H_cCN6gAg9O6mTO-rAzoOY3wqnbQ66yY-zHhEV-Y/s1600/024e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgagtt8IVhKIRiw4oVeOXu3AIldYXZ4eXuIjZbvDV67lCbXfCKECygopcypaB-pUxoF_l2__C4KDMyRCRTe7vyuVHOarG3ynzJ5vY_H_cCN6gAg9O6mTO-rAzoOY3wqnbQ66yY-zHhEV-Y/s320/024e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563207936882507122" /></a><br /><br /><br />But as Hubs said...they are only little once. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhre_tkJ11SWyEhStVe_Nyjrdwd3yJ1C2ML7r1O6OQNekFaBOuTdT2cxd_qQA-OoSLQOUOZHI_LsuU6IGjzBnyLaz4TqlYX2M1MbnNYgAgjkg8l9ApqCQRMU2LvAHQokaRWzC2VvrmUHE4/s1600/012e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhre_tkJ11SWyEhStVe_Nyjrdwd3yJ1C2ML7r1O6OQNekFaBOuTdT2cxd_qQA-OoSLQOUOZHI_LsuU6IGjzBnyLaz4TqlYX2M1MbnNYgAgjkg8l9ApqCQRMU2LvAHQokaRWzC2VvrmUHE4/s320/012e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563208714102898098" /></a><br />He's good like that, reminding me that the small stuff isn't so important. That's it's more important to enjoy ourselves and make memories. That's why I love him so much. Well at least until he took this picture of me without any makeup on. He just doesn't see things the same way as I do. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9sUrQgNIIH-4rjA2K-_uwzhrErl9ZhTIA8i781UIdUs-Mbzd-11H21VsWxaDbb7xW_3nxT2HTmAZIheHSMBbFdG7M27XWyW7vhDjk9gtgTygJACHEfb6BmBYLqtvCv79LboOZGxK-OM/s1600/015e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh9sUrQgNIIH-4rjA2K-_uwzhrErl9ZhTIA8i781UIdUs-Mbzd-11H21VsWxaDbb7xW_3nxT2HTmAZIheHSMBbFdG7M27XWyW7vhDjk9gtgTygJACHEfb6BmBYLqtvCv79LboOZGxK-OM/s320/015e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563209176995939554" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-66271569762164029752011-01-06T19:08:00.004-06:002011-01-06T19:17:53.914-06:00Amazing Texas SkyI was driving home the other day about 4:30 and couldn't get over the sky. So naturally I pulled out my phone as I was driving down the curvy two lane FM Road and started taking pictures. I know, I know, not safe of me at all. I'm sorry. <br /><br />But I couldn't help it. It just took my breath away. And I wanted to capture it so I could show it to my husband. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjlBwG-zolmU5tRQTgW6ODGgy2Y8yTOoKbaMVEKOGctUo6XF15kd46XHJHpC4A1xiGnZg8u34di7fBH7x1Aj4EKZC0L9sZAqXWAUkzJqiTJTO6K2oRMuaLkv72vdKFGaFqCLv9ob2A38/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSjlBwG-zolmU5tRQTgW6ODGgy2Y8yTOoKbaMVEKOGctUo6XF15kd46XHJHpC4A1xiGnZg8u34di7fBH7x1Aj4EKZC0L9sZAqXWAUkzJqiTJTO6K2oRMuaLkv72vdKFGaFqCLv9ob2A38/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559246159603871506" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzc3Tg-dkiFFz7HyxtfIw-3MCLG4ni7HBEtHX5zLKnPLxad9Sti4VydqYh4zPAitvP3bnoRduAHfsppmRksaF0slmSCLb_Po6WCuKx7KyhwViSQ5INptIq1w2J_saBzc4eoD8yIQYLAY/s1600/003e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzc3Tg-dkiFFz7HyxtfIw-3MCLG4ni7HBEtHX5zLKnPLxad9Sti4VydqYh4zPAitvP3bnoRduAHfsppmRksaF0slmSCLb_Po6WCuKx7KyhwViSQ5INptIq1w2J_saBzc4eoD8yIQYLAY/s320/003e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559245929208423522" /></a><br /><br />It's really to bad I didn't have my real camera, and wasn't actually driving you know. But I will take these small glimpses of heaven from God anytime I can. Even while driving.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-92181309260222628152011-01-05T19:56:00.011-06:002011-01-05T20:19:58.550-06:00New Years Eve 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRNA7b6h8yUlbIZpoqcTb4YNcKvlNmDpUSBd0PMOg1FLX4xRCC-naqQ3yJTIxrPbiRPh6UQQ6vTmE3t17LuCGqtk-9uM2UaQrnW_hcktDHFZ6h3twouMDjfp8Tp0dzDT9NvEje08u72M/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRNA7b6h8yUlbIZpoqcTb4YNcKvlNmDpUSBd0PMOg1FLX4xRCC-naqQ3yJTIxrPbiRPh6UQQ6vTmE3t17LuCGqtk-9uM2UaQrnW_hcktDHFZ6h3twouMDjfp8Tp0dzDT9NvEje08u72M/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558890043621174530" /></a><br />We had lots of fun with all our old neighbors on New Years Eve. We decided to do it old school for all of us and go back to our glory days of hanging out by the fire pit. It's what we all used to do when the kids were smaller. We would put them to bed and reemerge with beer and baby monitors and get in our adult time. How the hell we did it, I do not know. I guess I am just getting to old to fully appreciate sitting by the fire pit freezing as much as we used to. The kids were all inside the game room at the house across the street without requiring baby monitors. So I guess we are just getting old. But we still had a lot of fun. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhnfe1FiUYcokOEEFYUZv50V151S_lb5dG4Vo4kp71e-JibltT1VQcDlbQADBBmTa-OgSgkAZB4Gtn65ED50dUSDt-YSV7b_bFmDqXgajW8Yr1D5h7_UqEME8SWdc7pFueClltXxZdqw/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizhnfe1FiUYcokOEEFYUZv50V151S_lb5dG4Vo4kp71e-JibltT1VQcDlbQADBBmTa-OgSgkAZB4Gtn65ED50dUSDt-YSV7b_bFmDqXgajW8Yr1D5h7_UqEME8SWdc7pFueClltXxZdqw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558888482434370050" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAeg2TqBZNM_LxBk59g_Q8yue0P6y7p10K-UMgkbWTq5PGU34y2cdXOTd9109TnS-L_S2TeSa3w1Gdc2iIW7cg5BFizafLGIlQh97YC4iXmktEz9bIeaM_oeHUsGNJspJuJKfpzhMCgI/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAeg2TqBZNM_LxBk59g_Q8yue0P6y7p10K-UMgkbWTq5PGU34y2cdXOTd9109TnS-L_S2TeSa3w1Gdc2iIW7cg5BFizafLGIlQh97YC4iXmktEz9bIeaM_oeHUsGNJspJuJKfpzhMCgI/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558888051444058594" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAAICsVbIg04zwI8p3PGuaD8XyChnOibhddy07_Q7k0GHJIzvByFumqCLf-1KhCS-AQFpPI2EyLSREtc2n9J4qp_GsUTXErWZ3UAhr-UoBbVb4glNIs2BQs8jD3MHq1zn3blk04SfSN8/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAAICsVbIg04zwI8p3PGuaD8XyChnOibhddy07_Q7k0GHJIzvByFumqCLf-1KhCS-AQFpPI2EyLSREtc2n9J4qp_GsUTXErWZ3UAhr-UoBbVb4glNIs2BQs8jD3MHq1zn3blk04SfSN8/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558888797872400818" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnR0JVF87fs7vWTEWdZLwRdjUeui9UDfwNnH1AO1bxBQ6VIpMcBNVeS3lMW9JJpLKdxyxOMKzHCSn1q9YIuUkDsrKlSKo06jKwdAMVVqDT3czhPMjP6urVl2T96VbMevrA7hEbSUizWtQ/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnR0JVF87fs7vWTEWdZLwRdjUeui9UDfwNnH1AO1bxBQ6VIpMcBNVeS3lMW9JJpLKdxyxOMKzHCSn1q9YIuUkDsrKlSKo06jKwdAMVVqDT3czhPMjP6urVl2T96VbMevrA7hEbSUizWtQ/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558889079732816178" /></a><br /><br />We had way to much food of course, some fireworks and lots of joking around and good conversation. What more could you ask? We brought the kids out at midnight (Texas time- We didn't even have to pretend and use NYC time this year).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEomwNEHDU-y74GrjgcR9inRo01MwtEj4ogGivswjnlTBhxiVq_Hc0MQd54nYala3dzSb4WhWq0LOAboh7zWxjHgUD1nRndrWw_8GY9UAtn8BjITp-2m-hq5NFjeNHEe6ItqFKshH32uA/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEomwNEHDU-y74GrjgcR9inRo01MwtEj4ogGivswjnlTBhxiVq_Hc0MQd54nYala3dzSb4WhWq0LOAboh7zWxjHgUD1nRndrWw_8GY9UAtn8BjITp-2m-hq5NFjeNHEe6ItqFKshH32uA/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558889464360904370" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuGINwIHK5k1-vAZpvBHmMQQgz13wAkrbyUDy992Av1oKkgOUEG_YwRBK14Nqt7adLEJbcrGbtfkDy_b4MxxdK-2rdCx5hcHJIl9p6_tv4pwQLREjBCRGtWkY0C5bxRUJ6bq991u-fV0/s1600/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuGINwIHK5k1-vAZpvBHmMQQgz13wAkrbyUDy992Av1oKkgOUEG_YwRBK14Nqt7adLEJbcrGbtfkDy_b4MxxdK-2rdCx5hcHJIl9p6_tv4pwQLREjBCRGtWkY0C5bxRUJ6bq991u-fV0/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558889741424994578" /></a><br />I can still talk Dave into posing for just about any kind of goofy picture. That's what happens when you know someone from high school and college. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zBLgiZno1QS7iMP3JNK8En0rtkgM2AljhEdXeBuYMvOjNU6SB2tAICnQu7yLsCQg8ZyvxODiGn74Nt-ppAXlnP3JzZY6hQrajCUMIJO48WixEP3uaK56KvabsZnF8cj3e42-im0whU4/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_zBLgiZno1QS7iMP3JNK8En0rtkgM2AljhEdXeBuYMvOjNU6SB2tAICnQu7yLsCQg8ZyvxODiGn74Nt-ppAXlnP3JzZY6hQrajCUMIJO48WixEP3uaK56KvabsZnF8cj3e42-im0whU4/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558890323775272434" /></a><br />And since poor Janne had literally got off the plane from Finland only hours before and was jet lagged and to tired to run from the camera. He was unable to hide and run off from actually being in a picture. He still managed a way of not being serious in a picture though. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaeJr63C0JtzQUQBu_Ghfj-tpUJvyMwfnlf74SlRpUJ_QDJ_RTKbSx5cF_jQgaUliz4O0rj0peX7WKqSf3_o-v5_jgmXnJzascnVeFDuvkfFB90BLSI1dx8oN_95bDK_3wUu7iPK7C_k/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgaeJr63C0JtzQUQBu_Ghfj-tpUJvyMwfnlf74SlRpUJ_QDJ_RTKbSx5cF_jQgaUliz4O0rj0peX7WKqSf3_o-v5_jgmXnJzascnVeFDuvkfFB90BLSI1dx8oN_95bDK_3wUu7iPK7C_k/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558890645114143506" /></a><br /><br />Then because I am old, and because my youngest is still technically only 4 we packed up soon after and came home to bed. Well all except Hubs and Dave, they stayed up all night long. That came back to bite him on the bottom when we had to be at K.'s soccer game on New Years Day. (Seriously, who plans these things) <br /><br />But it's a new year and time to embrace all that it brings with it. But no worries about leaving behind any of our dear friends. You just can't beat a good Redneck Drive Fire pit reunion. <br /><br />Cheers!!Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-5900018568145539772010-12-26T19:19:00.012-06:002010-12-26T20:19:01.931-06:00Christmas 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC24yt436nc0f-dzyT3y9nvbiCK44yICQ2YQk2BgmP6mSGdq1zxKfAckDL3tbDa1ZYnSCE-hHXO1bw9WafNzEDNRoSWLLzjhN9UN4D1hLXSTQCQEmPyBKQ4ZzdPML3V0tB9adSC6SCxq8/s1600/e2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC24yt436nc0f-dzyT3y9nvbiCK44yICQ2YQk2BgmP6mSGdq1zxKfAckDL3tbDa1ZYnSCE-hHXO1bw9WafNzEDNRoSWLLzjhN9UN4D1hLXSTQCQEmPyBKQ4ZzdPML3V0tB9adSC6SCxq8/s320/e2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179814146325922" /></a><br />We had a very quiet Christmas Eve at our house this year. Since my parents were at my brothers family this year it was just us. So the kids and Hubs did some last minute shopping. When they got home it was time to start making some Christmas cookies. I had made some sugar cookies for them to decorate. I pretty much just put the stuff in front of them and let them do it how they want. I used to try and get them to make them pretty and Christmasy but since that never worked I gave up. I figure some day when they are older and I may get cute cookies again. Until then, I just let them enjoy themselves <br /><br />So I set them up with 4 dozen cookies and left the room. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyp18VhjxnNKmNAScJuF8laHSpoUxMFs46TUTyVkNPaasMTIReT3ra6YAammm1o1knOLPVr5fxFcsIOgEtPtM2JVZsXxfC2PTGpJE5ymCmUOlRY6gla3NnCd3DrJ3Q-P3EKXOfifA42ns/s1600/IMG_3119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyp18VhjxnNKmNAScJuF8laHSpoUxMFs46TUTyVkNPaasMTIReT3ra6YAammm1o1knOLPVr5fxFcsIOgEtPtM2JVZsXxfC2PTGpJE5ymCmUOlRY6gla3NnCd3DrJ3Q-P3EKXOfifA42ns/s320/IMG_3119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555168868586253218" /></a><br /><br />I came back 30 minutes later to see what they had come up with and to get a few pictures of them smiling nicely for the camera. Instead I got this and only 33 decorated cookies.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcisZup5i61KZZjkipnLypD6AiT3pJ8C26QhSKCRCoF1OPRfbWZUj37NzREmZ-qPQhJGyloDI1Z1MlGZDOsQ4Da2-GiamfdocWHKQ3AIzFEd_ynTn7zqlwyMXYmmBE5PU2X0HzOxo3_g/s1600/IMG_3125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCcisZup5i61KZZjkipnLypD6AiT3pJ8C26QhSKCRCoF1OPRfbWZUj37NzREmZ-qPQhJGyloDI1Z1MlGZDOsQ4Da2-GiamfdocWHKQ3AIzFEd_ynTn7zqlwyMXYmmBE5PU2X0HzOxo3_g/s320/IMG_3125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555172415001908802" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyvsiLD4aqvU-sAZOUjPePBYK-Y1QFn_-VRgLvn76oT97g6voMxC5DT2pcuwIq-8uY-2MdyO11LmuQmvIhF2J6uExsAKncH45JJOkbmwGDa9nSLolR2zCsYguBcJUAphRNuNkFBX671o/s1600/IMG_3122.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcyvsiLD4aqvU-sAZOUjPePBYK-Y1QFn_-VRgLvn76oT97g6voMxC5DT2pcuwIq-8uY-2MdyO11LmuQmvIhF2J6uExsAKncH45JJOkbmwGDa9nSLolR2zCsYguBcJUAphRNuNkFBX671o/s320/IMG_3122.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555169999239440834" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4LM0XTVBM85LPDflNIRHOgfAJvYCvkqdaCS1pJa97FGDokfxdAIuadFdl7-c9uNry0yrkuXTXCzJZ24I1PW1lzkk0ehE5Mb3yl22TNoosrFMZPU8q1xA5UURAywcVUnxNOWYR1hohQk/s1600/IMG_3121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4LM0XTVBM85LPDflNIRHOgfAJvYCvkqdaCS1pJa97FGDokfxdAIuadFdl7-c9uNry0yrkuXTXCzJZ24I1PW1lzkk0ehE5Mb3yl22TNoosrFMZPU8q1xA5UURAywcVUnxNOWYR1hohQk/s320/IMG_3121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555169435246952770" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1_6LesncroYFApeTjCbxIIGxFJ6NTM-FeLdsZnKnwj2UIQ-YYPLM4Df3umffJPlG1UgZ-PQ1s41EsM-uYARXM8CiVhrjraBd4lRs1h1bRe3BxtBFYFesov7gYjuMAMq-tQ0V1f1dl7w/s1600/IMG_3123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho1_6LesncroYFApeTjCbxIIGxFJ6NTM-FeLdsZnKnwj2UIQ-YYPLM4Df3umffJPlG1UgZ-PQ1s41EsM-uYARXM8CiVhrjraBd4lRs1h1bRe3BxtBFYFesov7gYjuMAMq-tQ0V1f1dl7w/s320/IMG_3123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555170828115754562" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Miz_5vWGEO3jmjPcWcPr97eosUGCzaevM5KLus7P1fEydKBzHvi9GBj6bh76UnWPv_gVudYBh2cexqSbsFv8KU5t1rikfA-Xo5-q_7r1bnOdnzYJWRU5QPC_Mi8FMcG1wuAWYM3CCNM/s1600/IMG_3124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8Miz_5vWGEO3jmjPcWcPr97eosUGCzaevM5KLus7P1fEydKBzHvi9GBj6bh76UnWPv_gVudYBh2cexqSbsFv8KU5t1rikfA-Xo5-q_7r1bnOdnzYJWRU5QPC_Mi8FMcG1wuAWYM3CCNM/s320/IMG_3124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555171486882562674" /></a><br />But what can you say, they are kids and yes I have to claim them as my own. But that's really about all I can say right now. <br /><br />After the Christmas cookie decorations we went to Mass. And for the first time in forever, all the kids sat quietly and paid attention. It was so enjoyable, a true Christmas miracle of sorts. Either that, or it was just so crowded that they just didn't have enough room to misbehave that much. I'll choose to believe in the Christmas miracle aspect of it. <br /><br />After dinner and a movie at home, it was time to put the kids to bed and wait for Santa to come. Which he shortly did. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXIq3BuLReK_h6MXA8QUguo9DtIgzgwWsCxJLvusRuXbt7wbEl42Ri6i1AWzAgB8H0TmuFAAJeXTTS6kon76F2prnNGvm81eMGma0A073toXTLZaYoGWivuswnblLAtnASYTd5LAJAJA/s1600/IMG_3127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXIq3BuLReK_h6MXA8QUguo9DtIgzgwWsCxJLvusRuXbt7wbEl42Ri6i1AWzAgB8H0TmuFAAJeXTTS6kon76F2prnNGvm81eMGma0A073toXTLZaYoGWivuswnblLAtnASYTd5LAJAJA/s320/IMG_3127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555177614256481250" /></a><br />Gigi, our boxer couldn't have been more excited about Christmas than she already was. And I must admit that by this time I was just as tired as her, so off to bed we went. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuHNa2Yvy5aVrRUU8Ir3LeF1XNHqTmfWKZBudVLfv8qG8rkwHNO8UtrVS3xN8iyhulCdkx32SiZHYUOZf0_nInAVFrO3cNRY6frkvx_QemlEQoyRvjV1_EJBa178h9ubsvpFgu86X5hM/s1600/IMG_3139.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTuHNa2Yvy5aVrRUU8Ir3LeF1XNHqTmfWKZBudVLfv8qG8rkwHNO8UtrVS3xN8iyhulCdkx32SiZHYUOZf0_nInAVFrO3cNRY6frkvx_QemlEQoyRvjV1_EJBa178h9ubsvpFgu86X5hM/s320/IMG_3139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555178606590153474" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9emBB54nnG7GWarpevpbHBcwoXcMXSMKdLb8FfeYIa069LSAv9fhZwXIQxOhOVTaBIO5m-aUuV8WTqEsdnM5cyiByR2hsWiG7gueVIhFlCtOgnsd-PDcljZD-quJKElFFjiJmdEb48TA/s1600/IMG_3148e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9emBB54nnG7GWarpevpbHBcwoXcMXSMKdLb8FfeYIa069LSAv9fhZwXIQxOhOVTaBIO5m-aUuV8WTqEsdnM5cyiByR2hsWiG7gueVIhFlCtOgnsd-PDcljZD-quJKElFFjiJmdEb48TA/s320/IMG_3148e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555179292649755890" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-42769891828448133642010-12-21T20:50:00.009-06:002010-12-21T21:03:53.600-06:00Random holiday picturesI mentioned the Christmas tree falling on me while I tried to put it up. But I am just now getting around to posting a picture of the very huggable monstrostity. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQiCeJq9N4H6BSlIrZ7hvL8ik6jqrtBxDGvOFEWdoiueIo35DhZAINFJwrJhLHowW9rlhUGs9HuJvRzSRWahMXORwdkDI0dhim0rzArtbHr_vkYpFUVpPd8pQVf8dlkWWHk-4sFs6RcE/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQiCeJq9N4H6BSlIrZ7hvL8ik6jqrtBxDGvOFEWdoiueIo35DhZAINFJwrJhLHowW9rlhUGs9HuJvRzSRWahMXORwdkDI0dhim0rzArtbHr_vkYpFUVpPd8pQVf8dlkWWHk-4sFs6RcE/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553335087306451250" /></a><br /><br />I then decided that I might as well post a few other random pictures that have been taken over the last few days. I could actually make an idividual post about each one but I don't really have the time or energy to do it. So thought that I would at least get the pictures up for those friends and family that actually look at this and just want to see pictures. <br /><br />Both K. and Hoss had school Christmas parties that I was able to go to. They were very excited about this and I was able to get a few pictures of them. In between the paint, glue, glitter and sugar they were ingesting. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDIzD2jOnEaQdOwbNo5H0C2YN8gdQX3osg3lN_JGvvd6iwXubFGtdvTosQ_SPKowIjakhUy4xsjAQCteRE1EjHZoAInw4545WVh1hSR6kFti92uiOaKejItHJOLQbNDmcVHFP1K_ufpk/s1600/030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjDIzD2jOnEaQdOwbNo5H0C2YN8gdQX3osg3lN_JGvvd6iwXubFGtdvTosQ_SPKowIjakhUy4xsjAQCteRE1EjHZoAInw4545WVh1hSR6kFti92uiOaKejItHJOLQbNDmcVHFP1K_ufpk/s320/030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553335399147749874" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROX5wbEwuaSGhnWh2P35gjkKNCxIUwfRa3IyVbwVuYU4Sc5X3GojU64AjVOotG4Jlu9d15d4eUdNlWtq5e3V_w5iaGliXXz9lcdoBK9jCbsgjUVRDv_XUtufJ9jr9QoKhPxcELDuHiY0/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROX5wbEwuaSGhnWh2P35gjkKNCxIUwfRa3IyVbwVuYU4Sc5X3GojU64AjVOotG4Jlu9d15d4eUdNlWtq5e3V_w5iaGliXXz9lcdoBK9jCbsgjUVRDv_XUtufJ9jr9QoKhPxcELDuHiY0/s320/031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553335745514441218" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SN2-w92qdNPuNVPVmA6VKhafOyVpvSqV1l75O1I13GlwpSkxRJIGEHH0tbdHAFgvHKAOfgZv32DJNNODAbIhGn_5AiPmeJ5XHXXbsoWgV7rpIabmvpfWQdi_i8Y5_NQbeZPSIMDLeiM/s1600/034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9SN2-w92qdNPuNVPVmA6VKhafOyVpvSqV1l75O1I13GlwpSkxRJIGEHH0tbdHAFgvHKAOfgZv32DJNNODAbIhGn_5AiPmeJ5XHXXbsoWgV7rpIabmvpfWQdi_i8Y5_NQbeZPSIMDLeiM/s320/034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553336091359797954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf24XVSTZTbUymawy-N8-ormY3QpKEK2wkADO4JezQupaZ4XXf1vZhVuPm7qDRPv7KaqkRWmh8BO9N_MzoEf7hjHVKfufKsVXqsF_q6VhFwBXkJZq8kfWVoeA7kELyOtSNYrOW0mAig8I/s1600/035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf24XVSTZTbUymawy-N8-ormY3QpKEK2wkADO4JezQupaZ4XXf1vZhVuPm7qDRPv7KaqkRWmh8BO9N_MzoEf7hjHVKfufKsVXqsF_q6VhFwBXkJZq8kfWVoeA7kELyOtSNYrOW0mAig8I/s320/035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553336454261094466" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-38672344913280597962010-12-21T20:19:00.008-06:002010-12-21T20:49:44.519-06:00ICE the Charlie Brown WayI had the opportunity to go see Ice: A Charlie Brown Christmas at the Gaylord Texan last week. It was with some of my co-workers and it meant we got to take a long lunch. So naturally I wanted to go. I'd been to it once before and enjoyed it. It was very cool. It's just amazing what they can carve out of ice. And it's unbelievable how much time it must take to create one. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxebdKXKzKKsszwF8xoHPBVqEfuLAUln1yGOsqhOrJU_8upGMkqtXBNdRz91gRzpd3a0eQvt-b1EbGf1g09QgVnIV_EbMIdVx-ygGL05o80XZteUd0WhCJWS8P7psKXgrdJhqg9jhXrqE/s1600/015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxebdKXKzKKsszwF8xoHPBVqEfuLAUln1yGOsqhOrJU_8upGMkqtXBNdRz91gRzpd3a0eQvt-b1EbGf1g09QgVnIV_EbMIdVx-ygGL05o80XZteUd0WhCJWS8P7psKXgrdJhqg9jhXrqE/s320/015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553329019137606786" /></a><br />I had my jacket but still had to use the parka they provided. I tried to convince myself that these jackets must surely be cleaned and wouldn't have lice or anything like that in them. But really I doubt they do any sanitizing of them. Not even the little spray you get for bowling shoes or rollers skates. At least I didn't see an aerosol can in sight. So I put on one very heavy (and smelly) parka and went inside. Seriously, how can that jacket have smelt like a sweaty jacket...it is being worn in below freezing conditions. Unless every other poor soul who wears them gets sweaty with nerves or something. Anyway, I'll get past the jacket now. For some reason this picture seems appropriate now. Whether it's for me or my co workers, well I'm not saying. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5d_U-F39S24rHeO1zR8RF3g9e5dj7Fdhn2vityW6fimA7QIR5Hf7tcaweiyslsAbpb6pgHlKwRAyTSOI41MB0C3LqP72GdnrHss2D4IGmEX06YibzdYyU1IhYyq_3H817WxU6Pjq30s/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj5d_U-F39S24rHeO1zR8RF3g9e5dj7Fdhn2vityW6fimA7QIR5Hf7tcaweiyslsAbpb6pgHlKwRAyTSOI41MB0C3LqP72GdnrHss2D4IGmEX06YibzdYyU1IhYyq_3H817WxU6Pjq30s/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553329349255219746" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoeXBA8WWJbt96JkaBFJknfVbmdUIU498ME4X8BwGQ4iDkyGaPyBuakZ7Cfa7CuoYFE7q9h57GlF-5AspjzqwiK_xae_95T9bm7cURtI-x7VsVwxnQ4fM19TuMqbqLwucqyIw54_MGvc/s1600/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnoeXBA8WWJbt96JkaBFJknfVbmdUIU498ME4X8BwGQ4iDkyGaPyBuakZ7Cfa7CuoYFE7q9h57GlF-5AspjzqwiK_xae_95T9bm7cURtI-x7VsVwxnQ4fM19TuMqbqLwucqyIw54_MGvc/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553329854102480098" /></a><br />I forgot my camera so had to rely on my phone for pictures. The only problem there was that in order for my iPhone to work, I had to take off my gloves. And after about 10 minutes in that room kept at a balmy 9 degrees (I think) I didn't get to many pictures after all. But I thought I share a few anyways.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCSgABprlkcRMyWYswJco_ZqKobf65-ynAmTtVGKtwbHNBlSAWVBFr9DeYozonQq2j0HyOc4puTQ2vQpQdspezWbVrxLe5OHCwwssw18rNHErFu1Kq0wCgVMLZvs1jiwI7Ls0aVtaMS4/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuCSgABprlkcRMyWYswJco_ZqKobf65-ynAmTtVGKtwbHNBlSAWVBFr9DeYozonQq2j0HyOc4puTQ2vQpQdspezWbVrxLe5OHCwwssw18rNHErFu1Kq0wCgVMLZvs1jiwI7Ls0aVtaMS4/s320/020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553330574029760866" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9cJOs3NGYdfirXYcNNn-OvTmiaHQbEXJHqxp4v33MlOlDu5BM5bLDyRb9-qo5kW95DQTH9ClTSNtIPPwjamUKQPvSaYoCTZRPyoPQbwka3H6DiW8pY_dI-6fuVovMuii38PwoHL2z6s/s1600/021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL9cJOs3NGYdfirXYcNNn-OvTmiaHQbEXJHqxp4v33MlOlDu5BM5bLDyRb9-qo5kW95DQTH9ClTSNtIPPwjamUKQPvSaYoCTZRPyoPQbwka3H6DiW8pY_dI-6fuVovMuii38PwoHL2z6s/s320/021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553331100660671170" /></a><br />I didn't get any of me and my co workers on my phone. We did get a group shot but I'm not posting that here. <br /><br />It was pretty cool with lots of ice sculptures. I must admit that my favorite is still the nativity scene but of course my phone did not capture the beauty of it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_m33QTlH97HD3bHVxssB9s2AIEQKMfu9aNBxHhFka-qurv1N2dwdnQdWoOuYmebacJ6hDZAe_JmfQ3Yg-T5IZ8f5NkKjFdcMSRlLXxfHBsYjmx3-3cY2YSLWmShQRxbaAPSUGU8ZX4Bg/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_m33QTlH97HD3bHVxssB9s2AIEQKMfu9aNBxHhFka-qurv1N2dwdnQdWoOuYmebacJ6hDZAe_JmfQ3Yg-T5IZ8f5NkKjFdcMSRlLXxfHBsYjmx3-3cY2YSLWmShQRxbaAPSUGU8ZX4Bg/s320/028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553331586718008594" /></a><br />I thought about taking the kids back to see it so they can go down the big ice slides so if the timing works out I may try and go back with them.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-9198363642014595112010-12-09T10:45:00.003-06:002010-12-09T12:24:00.302-06:00I'm not eating that...Last night was church night for the kids. They go to Religious Ed (CCD) every Wednesday at 5:15. So that makes getting home from work in time to get them to church on time a challenge. Usually Hubs has them ready and I pull up to the house load the kids and drive off. But I got home a few minutes early yesterday and actually went inside. As I am getting the kids together to get them out the door. I'm asked the infamous questions of "What do you want for dinner?" Hubs said he would take care of it but wanted something easy. I was super hungry and said just make some spaghetti then and ran out the door. <br /><br />When I got back later with the kids, I was beyond hungry and ready to eat. I walked into the house and could smell the pasta had been cooked and the sauce was simmering. Hubs and Z. had taken the flat screen down to replace some parts on it that were making it slow to turn on (darn no new TV coming from Santa this year)while I was gone. So I went into the kitchen and looked at the pasta. It looked like it needed to be drained again. So Hubs said he would drain it and started to fix the kids plates for everyone. <br /><br />Before I sat down the kids were already complaining that they didn't like it. So naturally I told them that they needed to just be thankful that they had something to eat and be quiet and eat. Then I fixed my starving, famished self a plate and sat down to eat. I looked at the noodles that I saw Hubs draining and they looked very very wet. But I was hungry and didn't care so I ate. I took a bite chewed it, swallowed it and looked back down to my plate. Yes, it looked and smelled like spaghetti. So I tried another bite. I finished it set my fork down and just watched everyone trying to eat as they were all trying to figure out why it tasted so BAD. <br /><br />Z. said it was because it was angel hair pasta and not real spaghetti. Hubs said it was because it was a different brand of whole wheat pasta than I normally buy. K. said daddy put to much water in the sauce so that's why it was so watery. Finally I asked who made this? Z. replied I did. Darn! I can't criticize my 12 year old son for a dinner he made us. Then Z. says, dad told me how to do it and then I helped him get the TV down from the wall and we fixed the TV. <br /><br />So I asked him, did you start cooking before the TV came off the wall or after you put it back up on the wall. Z. answers before they took it down. Okay I said how long did it take you to fix the TV I asked. Hubs and Z. both replied not very long 20-30 minutes at most. A-ha, that explains it. You mean to tell me that you boiled the noodles for anywhere from 20-30 minutes? No wonder what we are trying to eat is nothing but a watery mush covered in sauce. <br /><br />It truly was bad, bad enough for me who was so hungry, who had just told her kids to stop complaining and just eat what your given, to not eat it. Apparently Hubs and Z. forgot all about the pasta and it absorbed the entire pot of water. The little kids had eaten all that they were going to eat of it and so had I. Out came the boxes of ceral for dinner. Really, who can mess up spagahetti?? That would be my Hubs and Z. Guess next time we cook spaghetti, I need to get Z. in there for a real lesson in how to cook pasta.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-79051209677936360342010-12-01T21:24:00.010-06:002010-12-01T22:03:18.100-06:00Under the Big Top Gymnastics "meet"K. begged to be allowed to do gymnastics. So we finally started her in it about 3 months ago. She loves it and seems to be taking to it pretty well. She jumps around enough and is always dangling from monkey bars so I guess it's right up her alley. They had an exhibition show for the families to come watch what the girls have learned in gymnastics. They called it a gymnastics meet but there was no scoring and no pressure. It's main purpose was to get these girls used to performing in front of people. K. is not shy so I didn't think it would be much of a problem but normally if any of my kids are put in front of a crowd they just stand there. So it was any one's guess how this would turn out. <br /><br />The theme was "Under the Big Top" and they had the girls come out with big red clown noses on. K. did not like this and to me she looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock. Can't say I really blame her much there. She took that silly nose off as fast as she could. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbLC0gk4GzlF24Bnuh27VuvreEuZrDARIgaM04pzH7sZ-AHTLG3X9bHk00hpKYBCNdpeQfPeXM58IxaHBGXoghyphenhyphenig2Vemt8XKLifLo66G-9oX_hRfRyiOYBs3IY47GChNFLv_2EIpek0/s1600/IMG_3078e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifbLC0gk4GzlF24Bnuh27VuvreEuZrDARIgaM04pzH7sZ-AHTLG3X9bHk00hpKYBCNdpeQfPeXM58IxaHBGXoghyphenhyphenig2Vemt8XKLifLo66G-9oX_hRfRyiOYBs3IY47GChNFLv_2EIpek0/s320/IMG_3078e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545925338366636738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7x-XncIbljohRzS01eswoZJzzhJGPwNT1yalaKCieUWXL9O2T8oP1H6uqFPF72zl84hBEpqcIaAbxXVsjXHnpsINI63T1AJpC16y3PiAZhftdgyCztLQuAY9bS8s_WNASkalnXUqTtI/s1600/IMG_3079e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB7x-XncIbljohRzS01eswoZJzzhJGPwNT1yalaKCieUWXL9O2T8oP1H6uqFPF72zl84hBEpqcIaAbxXVsjXHnpsINI63T1AJpC16y3PiAZhftdgyCztLQuAY9bS8s_WNASkalnXUqTtI/s320/IMG_3079e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545925611916769922" /></a><br />She went on to do some "stuff" on the floor. Don't know what that move is technically called, backbreaker maybe, so I'm just saying "stuff".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMFs13tOU1yFb0V-6K6DtSCn03nT5cHI5u_NVJA277hIN63EYPPKxXASLbV_qT1pv-wnyEeMeTcl2q7_jPaXof4a_NvMfbIlWmAiTAhXvvupcxOm9DErN-3nLMh2OOfAP0yL9dEUAVFU/s1600/IMG_3076.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoMFs13tOU1yFb0V-6K6DtSCn03nT5cHI5u_NVJA277hIN63EYPPKxXASLbV_qT1pv-wnyEeMeTcl2q7_jPaXof4a_NvMfbIlWmAiTAhXvvupcxOm9DErN-3nLMh2OOfAP0yL9dEUAVFU/s320/IMG_3076.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545926293025336946" /></a><br />I told her I could do this also but that I just didn't feel like showing her right then. Don't know if she bought it or not but at one time in my life I could do this. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3NEYQj6z8knXvu2HmYTTp3c8vGEA32TBnPhhPzbV33tI4nMTNJZ3nBWWfcTXLzPRoLNiATRF58wuxFsr40lJQRHx1VljeXYTjHfqnbMN5EhN3PiG6KkZlv99-48mToMae_b_aPwlguA/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC3NEYQj6z8knXvu2HmYTTp3c8vGEA32TBnPhhPzbV33tI4nMTNJZ3nBWWfcTXLzPRoLNiATRF58wuxFsr40lJQRHx1VljeXYTjHfqnbMN5EhN3PiG6KkZlv99-48mToMae_b_aPwlguA/s320/IMG_3077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545927247993198434" /></a><br />She went on to the trampoline, the vault and the bars.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6PRGId2NHySGqwwPMtZ6J1iy1g0W2QUPDDxYdnOpxXr1E9a2sR5PzkXdRdzEFYw4R1nXY5fNT0I_CtKDkxQEwlHL0ed7U-k71f111s2j3yMekuKCQknwRxfOOxwuxokaJjJd18NW3dE/s1600/IMG_3083e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO6PRGId2NHySGqwwPMtZ6J1iy1g0W2QUPDDxYdnOpxXr1E9a2sR5PzkXdRdzEFYw4R1nXY5fNT0I_CtKDkxQEwlHL0ed7U-k71f111s2j3yMekuKCQknwRxfOOxwuxokaJjJd18NW3dE/s320/IMG_3083e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545927710131838786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFJ0HzyJuPDBuHYFMoyMHxwil7M9tBdPeP3l5LWp8OQdDY3DacLFc6IEtgF5_YUyMfdRuZXeSsIYlv2VobPRpVmDVY9PCcPWIpMI1icvUEyqTLywwvJKtbp0Qf-097g9jWsijvaQiges/s1600/IMG_3084e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFJ0HzyJuPDBuHYFMoyMHxwil7M9tBdPeP3l5LWp8OQdDY3DacLFc6IEtgF5_YUyMfdRuZXeSsIYlv2VobPRpVmDVY9PCcPWIpMI1icvUEyqTLywwvJKtbp0Qf-097g9jWsijvaQiges/s320/IMG_3084e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545928018128423538" /></a><br />Then she went on to the balance beam. She did pretty good on that, I was impressed. I did not tell her I could do that. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp890mLVqyu1fynj-dk4qOLrBincLU3aRyUsm1mWqSci5TmqD47oXHkJZrajnZSF4M1CssKTKjVcpVFExpB8DUJIlUCSQevN6yXvthSuBlfc5owjaBO5t7lpkwb1TkCg5MdsJ4lw3pN1c/s1600/IMG_3091e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp890mLVqyu1fynj-dk4qOLrBincLU3aRyUsm1mWqSci5TmqD47oXHkJZrajnZSF4M1CssKTKjVcpVFExpB8DUJIlUCSQevN6yXvthSuBlfc5owjaBO5t7lpkwb1TkCg5MdsJ4lw3pN1c/s320/IMG_3091e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545928609132746754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTSow_f04wmlB-ySbItQt74hIRg_TZPURgGaOmyf38QRUZSMlE1cyM9JIfCxMs3aJlHk-Gu72ivQTkyQJGHIujaB6wRH-C4ZA7YopXnDlrnQuDFi-CkVtJPJbd4pCKSZfK7rtj66KtDs/s1600/IMG_3093e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCTSow_f04wmlB-ySbItQt74hIRg_TZPURgGaOmyf38QRUZSMlE1cyM9JIfCxMs3aJlHk-Gu72ivQTkyQJGHIujaB6wRH-C4ZA7YopXnDlrnQuDFi-CkVtJPJbd4pCKSZfK7rtj66KtDs/s320/IMG_3093e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545928862383569506" /></a><br />I wasn't as cool as some of the other parents in that I didn't bring her flowers at the end of the meet. (Isn't that only for ballerina's anyway). But I did get a few extra pictures of K. posing on the beam for me. So as far as I'm concerned it's all good. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVBui9qqZs0fRrK5yYxChwPJqzFEp5DajzHlJx-OB_dqwbwyL6zbsE2khqW4z6_UWS1-nxp_6r7_XEiJhvf_y-7uty0t8lBCnYy2kzyWZsMzm8JFZFAbSXovrAoprgPKmt6tiCFRGSPM/s1600/IMG_3108e.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVBui9qqZs0fRrK5yYxChwPJqzFEp5DajzHlJx-OB_dqwbwyL6zbsE2khqW4z6_UWS1-nxp_6r7_XEiJhvf_y-7uty0t8lBCnYy2kzyWZsMzm8JFZFAbSXovrAoprgPKmt6tiCFRGSPM/s320/IMG_3108e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545929326009760418" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-25832598073303838522010-11-28T08:21:00.006-06:002010-11-28T08:51:27.087-06:00Thanksgiving 2010We had Thanksgiving at our house this year. Since my parents moved here we have yet to have it at their house. It just seems to work better here in keeping the kids out of our hair while we finish all the cooking. And of course once the napping starts it is much easier to send them off to play video games or something else quiet if they are at our house. <br /><br />Mom and Dad arrived early Thursday morning with Z. and A. who had been having sleep overs. And then Mom and I finished up with the last of the cooking. Z. had made homemade chocolate pie at Grandmama's house while she made the pumpkin and pecan pies. He also made deviled eggs for us. He did a great job with both. I've never even made a chocolate pie from scratch so I was very impressed with his. <br /><br />A before picture of the crime scene. The kids always get so excited when I break out the china and crystal. They love getting to eat at the fancy table. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnIfoiY2GvTPL_Kqq01CKk9df0qVZYPEI-J5ffMaf4UpsBNJpnGO6n8P94l_rw91weL6y5NYADcaDpFGxPpCr0bSEcw0aiBjiWV6kMR8fWRKeRWo2wOA0B2loPfFFau9pPbsHhm1Btw8/s1600/IMG_3109.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrnIfoiY2GvTPL_Kqq01CKk9df0qVZYPEI-J5ffMaf4UpsBNJpnGO6n8P94l_rw91weL6y5NYADcaDpFGxPpCr0bSEcw0aiBjiWV6kMR8fWRKeRWo2wOA0B2loPfFFau9pPbsHhm1Btw8/s320/IMG_3109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544610134523388034" /></a><br />We got everything and everyone settled and then I remembered my camera. I put it up on the tripod and was going to get a group shot of us no matter what. Preferably before we all looked bloated and stuffed. <br /><br />So we gathered around the table and said a prayer of Thanksgiving. We are truly so blessed. We remembered those we love both near and far. Then we started to serve the food buffet style. But then I remembered we didn't have our group picture yet. So I told everyone they couldn't touch a bite of their food until I got a picture. I thought I was going to have a mutiny on my hands and as such only was able to get two pictures of everyone. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDP9WD_IEDsuo6Jg8U3eL9Lnl-3akKH_2cjdLaUaS91p1vtcDp1osUtAsIJ-JZxXAdaIbsVgK-T6thsmkq2VYVkQ-krnAFqmJcSeCNHLQCmWZda9sAUytqvJAmH6vg7Pj81c3ORQPMG4/s1600/IMG_3111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDP9WD_IEDsuo6Jg8U3eL9Lnl-3akKH_2cjdLaUaS91p1vtcDp1osUtAsIJ-JZxXAdaIbsVgK-T6thsmkq2VYVkQ-krnAFqmJcSeCNHLQCmWZda9sAUytqvJAmH6vg7Pj81c3ORQPMG4/s320/IMG_3111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544610773221630642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw-04YI8U25CgHrtWvRnM2IQf5Nk5zXnmhZnCwchbj43DTp9FCP9rDEiQT4xTMY9GDf1XCFkGeEH1I8K2eyeb2RZNQ7qtBltr_W151ib1dQKEikJL3Wvm_ufDtQ_CuAz7RV2C5koWsNU/s1600/IMG_3112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisw-04YI8U25CgHrtWvRnM2IQf5Nk5zXnmhZnCwchbj43DTp9FCP9rDEiQT4xTMY9GDf1XCFkGeEH1I8K2eyeb2RZNQ7qtBltr_W151ib1dQKEikJL3Wvm_ufDtQ_CuAz7RV2C5koWsNU/s320/IMG_3112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544611511608617826" /></a><br />The kids were grumbling about their food getting cold and wanting pie. They didn't seem to get it when I told them the pie was cold and they always ate so slow their food got cold anyways. But I took the hint and had pity on my parents and Hubs and let them eat their hot food. <br /><br />As we sat down and ate, the kids all mentioned something they were thankful for. Such simple things for the most part and a very lighthearted conversation. Until Grandmama of course. After her twenty minute dialog of all that she is thankful for we teased her mercilessly and continued eating. Hubs were particularly thankful for his 3 car garage this year since he mentioned it during his turn. I'll have to write more about that later. <br /><br />So we finished up with to much pie and a long afternoon of naps and football. Pretty much standard Thanksgiving tradition around any household I'm sure.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-29891636049712426902010-11-28T08:15:00.002-06:002010-11-28T08:20:50.904-06:00Another tooth lostK. lost another tooth on Wed. so she now has a huge gap with both her front tooth and bottom tooth missing. No whistling and eating corn for her for a while. Not that she eats corn anyways. But with her other front tooth very loose, there is no telling what her smile will look like at Christmas. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkbGEt-hnJSREBnWQl8s1qO07hM9dUwXCXkf89fdSs2Is5Pa5UHzmltdweBVWz0-CZDO0P2ecNgJftEe6a_ZieL0mWWq9RMg68_h_tAz6vqcBSLkfYIJFMPZUBSWK02vnalW0t6cTa4w/s1600/IMG_3110.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkbGEt-hnJSREBnWQl8s1qO07hM9dUwXCXkf89fdSs2Is5Pa5UHzmltdweBVWz0-CZDO0P2ecNgJftEe6a_ZieL0mWWq9RMg68_h_tAz6vqcBSLkfYIJFMPZUBSWK02vnalW0t6cTa4w/s320/IMG_3110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544604662058176306" /></a>Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-58708483453193374452010-11-26T14:52:00.002-06:002010-11-26T14:56:04.971-06:00I'm Tree HuggerI'm a tree hugger. Not by choice by accident. I have on average about 10-15 kids cruising in and out of the house at any given day. Today when the 9 ft. Christmas tree topples over on me...nothing, nobody, no help. Just me and the tree...Huggin' each other. <br /><br />I'm done hugging now, the tree is technically back up if a little smooched looking. But that's okay, because I hugged it all better when it fell down...on me!Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-5686894119138681302010-11-23T21:16:00.014-06:002010-11-23T22:02:14.003-06:00St. Louis Boys Trip<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgfh2TyXGc7jPAZhq-8tBTnHjpKU7hRCd4MF6AC5h2HrevozwhwCp46JcuV2fSpSuqp485xsfyE59j-c_rrYYFHUa5zmFDOeU_stgm9ZyfRksyPUCX-FYTeOk4d83mQ_43cRih15ltWA/s1600/DSC00008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVgfh2TyXGc7jPAZhq-8tBTnHjpKU7hRCd4MF6AC5h2HrevozwhwCp46JcuV2fSpSuqp485xsfyE59j-c_rrYYFHUa5zmFDOeU_stgm9ZyfRksyPUCX-FYTeOk4d83mQ_43cRih15ltWA/s320/DSC00008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542960121585604306" /></a><br />Baseball is a huge part of our family life. It wasn't always that way though. It started about the time Z. started playing t-ball. From there he learned the game and we learned the game and we all loved it. Z. and Hubs are of course much bigger fans than me and out of those two it is of course Z. who has the passion. His dreams are to grow up and be a professional baseball player. When asked what happens after that he says I'll be a paid select boys baseball coach. Yeah, we'll need to revisit that one as he gets older. But out of all the teams out there, Z.'s favorite is the St. Louis Cardinals although he does love the Texas Rangers also. And his personal MVP is Albert Pujols. For as long as I can remember he can tell you more than I ever want to hear about Pujols stats. He has always begged to go to Bush Stadium someday to watch Albert Pujols play in his home stadium as a Cardinal. He was very specific about this. <br /><br />Anyway, with all the travel that Hubs has done overseas we had lots of air miles about to expire. Not enough for all six of us to go to Hawaii like I wanted but enough for five of us to go. So instead I told Hubs what he need to do was take his boys to St. Louis to Bush stadium and see Albert Pujols. After a bit of planning the boys trip was on. The girls and I would stay home and do "girl stuff". So they packed themselves off over Labor Day weekend and hopped on the plane. <br /><br />They stayed a half mile from the stadium and the arch. So since I gave Z. the camera to take pictures with I wasn't sure what I would end up with on the small camera. He didn't do to bad, well except that it looks like dad never made it into any of the shots and I have more landscapes and landmarks than people. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4IO8CsgYnA1YeP8jJ5lYWi8h7HZcjdBAaN19mz7gSW5_FiNhoXzuPc50L3WQPL17wbkPqQ3NFo9iqf7Z0YYJcu4K84hi-7gygMZGpSl0poIrE96H5sHl3nK42V21TI3kng_wZ2JkBdA/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW4IO8CsgYnA1YeP8jJ5lYWi8h7HZcjdBAaN19mz7gSW5_FiNhoXzuPc50L3WQPL17wbkPqQ3NFo9iqf7Z0YYJcu4K84hi-7gygMZGpSl0poIrE96H5sHl3nK42V21TI3kng_wZ2JkBdA/s320/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542954848915576738" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJnCy9Pd2psz10un9QxFAFEhXiq5f4LbMjkaDTsjLcKnZXj3OXsHKE0oHNcsLQkdogylemz3RQQHr_N2-aK34YEJg959AgYqXRxl9Wj9XUGWJ3Gyg7IJm6f53kwHl4ox9Z4q_ylFfx9k/s1600/DSC00005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitJnCy9Pd2psz10un9QxFAFEhXiq5f4LbMjkaDTsjLcKnZXj3OXsHKE0oHNcsLQkdogylemz3RQQHr_N2-aK34YEJg959AgYqXRxl9Wj9XUGWJ3Gyg7IJm6f53kwHl4ox9Z4q_ylFfx9k/s320/DSC00005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542955237728308802" /></a><br />They woke up early on Saturday and hit the arch first thing. They had no line and got to ride all the way to the top. By the time they got down the line was super long so Hubs and his earliness OCDness worked for the greater good this time.<br />From there they could get a birds eye view of all that they really cared to see (i.e. Bush Stadium)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDEH_pbBVK_xvOYoGt6K8kAxFG44eqYGAL4mDciQIm8VK1_BeIdEnfXzQu6qIQsucFTC-kRv05VEitt-TLeDJ5VToDt4hhz7Qqdchv8A7adi5LNnYLu1q1fsqgWLTooAvT3G4KQe6UnI/s1600/DSC00015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbDEH_pbBVK_xvOYoGt6K8kAxFG44eqYGAL4mDciQIm8VK1_BeIdEnfXzQu6qIQsucFTC-kRv05VEitt-TLeDJ5VToDt4hhz7Qqdchv8A7adi5LNnYLu1q1fsqgWLTooAvT3G4KQe6UnI/s320/DSC00015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542955809276743682" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEyIK1QPgAxjZGSsZV560fZodpdorUKZFLKco7NumUDF6G04utSHDcS7EIf3b1Kjp0ILZTcJ5Q3WlNHsG-WEjwAqY4uWGwOMlrF9sdx9xyuM648zXXb1x0Nmf77e-jO7pFwpA8kdA9ME/s1600/DSC00012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXEyIK1QPgAxjZGSsZV560fZodpdorUKZFLKco7NumUDF6G04utSHDcS7EIf3b1Kjp0ILZTcJ5Q3WlNHsG-WEjwAqY4uWGwOMlrF9sdx9xyuM648zXXb1x0Nmf77e-jO7pFwpA8kdA9ME/s320/DSC00012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542956499908245570" /></a><br /> Then they went around the area and did some sight seeing. Since I wasn't there I couldn't tell you what one thing is from another. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wh1TNolvPhRjOkh0B4CxKaOPRjuNEpFwdrLAhO_KRQ6BMIU3uBoX9rCOcLEUWMWv8oYcVKFhDl1OOywNXZCRXsXV8pwz8UphNzSdKK_FEimoiq9_nMpWMZucZeXjT9okAt_mNwuRBiM/s1600/DSC00006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4wh1TNolvPhRjOkh0B4CxKaOPRjuNEpFwdrLAhO_KRQ6BMIU3uBoX9rCOcLEUWMWv8oYcVKFhDl1OOywNXZCRXsXV8pwz8UphNzSdKK_FEimoiq9_nMpWMZucZeXjT9okAt_mNwuRBiM/s320/DSC00006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542956949001936706" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuxBPyqfw4ECwDV78l3yCyY3NNnChvRGXOljUvdZcQMtXsFdjC6cY8IY5lpMHmo4I6du7CqtOXrGy8zQ3rA3WA15sUfaEW6SeFc7z8ph8-l7MFTZP9vgkN-gxKU-YaEWOxI7VVihebcE/s1600/DSC00027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuxBPyqfw4ECwDV78l3yCyY3NNnChvRGXOljUvdZcQMtXsFdjC6cY8IY5lpMHmo4I6du7CqtOXrGy8zQ3rA3WA15sUfaEW6SeFc7z8ph8-l7MFTZP9vgkN-gxKU-YaEWOxI7VVihebcE/s320/DSC00027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542957379379397794" /></a><br />Finally they headed to the game and got there early. The special promotion was for them to go on the field that day but I think it was very crowded so they didn't enjoy it as much as they thought. The boys were very excited and anxiously waited for the game to start. Did you notice Z. wearing his Pujols jersey...and it's tucked into his shorts. Seriously, I can't get the boy to tuck anything into his jeans and he tucks his jersey into his shorts. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAvzkdzqv6ueapkyJfDTi5VMY3WBF3lHffSv7FydYY7vpxWcBuVKiIE8Qp2Les6fDW8_4V79IJaSzKicnpEM-UfobwCdt_V4VRIwVovjmFyVKfvBTCpeo-sW1GOv2nYnRbxla2YKodOY/s1600/DSC00034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWAvzkdzqv6ueapkyJfDTi5VMY3WBF3lHffSv7FydYY7vpxWcBuVKiIE8Qp2Les6fDW8_4V79IJaSzKicnpEM-UfobwCdt_V4VRIwVovjmFyVKfvBTCpeo-sW1GOv2nYnRbxla2YKodOY/s320/DSC00034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542958846953539042" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgyHeNm2UmNd9lkHJw-WXmdfwCXmuOvE8otTU5PmveUFbfW8B7QqetzZX0-5Y-jF8i8qJyzagqCVP6qv9WAOxQdlNzxLNyqOYa3-nLgQCN88jb0neNi-LFHb1cm-8DzisjKI3ysS5bQU/s1600/DSC00035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgyHeNm2UmNd9lkHJw-WXmdfwCXmuOvE8otTU5PmveUFbfW8B7QqetzZX0-5Y-jF8i8qJyzagqCVP6qv9WAOxQdlNzxLNyqOYa3-nLgQCN88jb0neNi-LFHb1cm-8DzisjKI3ysS5bQU/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542958012566364578" /></a><br />Z.'s favorite player ever on the big screen.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUqj9NHgPN1mgFbGqb-Hl36vQMXrtLnPkGNTCm5nMX_GaJfqg1RjvmPavxhrpPae4C3mLxEWWZwfxh3t3qh5SmvpB2Wbdq3V-7yHHtLTUsxYWCUbFekIOtTI-qLI_YjJ-Jrn59DJfzo8/s1600/DSC00038.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUqj9NHgPN1mgFbGqb-Hl36vQMXrtLnPkGNTCm5nMX_GaJfqg1RjvmPavxhrpPae4C3mLxEWWZwfxh3t3qh5SmvpB2Wbdq3V-7yHHtLTUsxYWCUbFekIOtTI-qLI_YjJ-Jrn59DJfzo8/s320/DSC00038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542958466784781842" /></a><br />Sadly, they lost the game that day. But honestly they all had so much fun that I don't think they were really upset about it. <br /><br />Then it was back to the hotel and an early flight home the next day. With souvenir Cardinals shirts for everyone.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-30185349515772540412010-11-15T10:38:00.005-06:002010-11-15T11:04:20.269-06:00Sharks Soccer Season Synopsis<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zwGdZH0QhlHW18WAQ5_zy-Y-64Cv-zws-W1GSt9AWywox6Z1AIQfPld4IQ41paE3tMr89QoreEwxKM2L1cLPv4KLKmXHfa8hLMaQ6Ig3A-Bwhis5YfPAGrXwIIBtFpY65DjjhCNZv0s/s1600/sharks+team.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2zwGdZH0QhlHW18WAQ5_zy-Y-64Cv-zws-W1GSt9AWywox6Z1AIQfPld4IQ41paE3tMr89QoreEwxKM2L1cLPv4KLKmXHfa8hLMaQ6Ig3A-Bwhis5YfPAGrXwIIBtFpY65DjjhCNZv0s/s320/sharks+team.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822953605373586" /></a><br />OK, now that you've read the title of my post, time to uncurl your tongue and wipe off your face. Hoss played fall soccer again this year, along with fall baseball. Whew was it hard to accommodate everything this season. It was the first time we have ever had a lot of games conflict with each other. But we made the best of it and did lots of running around. There were some games that conflicted where we had to take turns seeing which game we would have to miss. <br /><br />Then there were those Saturdays that Hoss and I loved most of all (can you detect just a hint of sarcasm). We would go to K's. entire soccer game, then head over for the Sharks game. Hoss would have to play the entire first half then before he had a chance to catch his breath I was dragging him to the parking lot. Once we reached the car, I proceeded to try and strip down one very sweaty little boy and get him into his baseball uniform. Not an easy feat even when you take away the stinky sweaty boy part. Hoss always wanted privacy to change and it didn't always happen in the busy parking lot. So he would be struggling to get his shin guards off then his slide pants on. All while ducking as low as he could between the seats. (I swear I had flashbacks of doing the same thing in the front seat of my mom's car while I struggled to get into my gymnastics leotard. But that was many hours of therapy ago so there's no need to revisit that now) Then he would get the rest of his baseball uniform on and we would be off. I never got any pictures of these Saturday struggles since I was usually to busy swearing I'd never do this again to take any. <br /><br />But occasionally the stars would line up just right and we would have no overlapping games. The core group of boys have gotten so much better and the new boys picked up alot along the way. Hoss is still the slowest runner out there and although I know nothing about soccer I'm told he is a decent player. I'll take their words for it. It's still just nothing but fun for the boys and a chance to be with their friends to hang out. But their skill level is noticeably improving so you have to cheer them on. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMX2ngPZ6SzWpAM890_obQRiU0tgOI1YtAYCLzalpOX458JydKRfBTBb-7q7U6oRjO38H9cqyChHeJ7Cd3XGs6DtQOLf3hVRuzyoCnodhBg3pOiibl2tFmDaT1890YlDJpaBArRBZ90U/s1600/E%252C+M%252C+and+R.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwMX2ngPZ6SzWpAM890_obQRiU0tgOI1YtAYCLzalpOX458JydKRfBTBb-7q7U6oRjO38H9cqyChHeJ7Cd3XGs6DtQOLf3hVRuzyoCnodhBg3pOiibl2tFmDaT1890YlDJpaBArRBZ90U/s320/E%252C+M%252C+and+R.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539822609756251858" /></a><br />The favorite part of soccer for Hoss (besides the free coke at the end)is still being able to see his friend E. But we did finally decide that he needs to pick one sport come spring. So we will see what he picks baseball or soccer, until then I am just going to enjoy the off season.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-13790741985225660032010-11-05T17:21:00.007-05:002010-11-05T17:39:30.483-05:00A Knight to celebrate Birthdays<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3SYoUUcTey-5F6PTMhaAkf-RXZpPH4QP5M_3r7x5HndRw2cTUBfyIlbjFVvcYwYUllvfohp2A91ilY3dYOIy4Kffh45FIAbBzNxLhnNtOCOhZQHFkiZMVfDxmAIw5x2DKua9KVCciGpo/s1600/207.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3SYoUUcTey-5F6PTMhaAkf-RXZpPH4QP5M_3r7x5HndRw2cTUBfyIlbjFVvcYwYUllvfohp2A91ilY3dYOIy4Kffh45FIAbBzNxLhnNtOCOhZQHFkiZMVfDxmAIw5x2DKua9KVCciGpo/s320/207.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536197492947989266" /></a><br />We celebrated lots of birthdays from the end of Sept. to the end of Oct. So I thought it would be fun to take everyone out for dinner to Medieval Times. Grandmama and Pappy joined us of course since they were part of the birthday celebrants. (Along with Hoss and myself) I remember going to a show years ago and thought the kids would love it. But for some reason I was the only grown up who seemed to think it would be fun. But everyone went (to humour me I'm sure) and surprise surprise, everyone had fun and enjoyed it. So we donned our paper crowns and cheered on our knight. The kids loved getting to eat their dinner with their hands and really got into the show part of it all. They were super excited when "our" knight even won the tournament that night. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMGCMgwSNIhBd-udrdkICHWRlkFAyxFAKLSzzsf6TVhx4oZprq3qq196n72Kq6IMecXciBfZxxXo-bwizymQjAMMZP_45QlJXNQ004qjHkwJTdUjGvHi4GrGjOOmn9Gdu5ofcPmm_0zAc/s1600/208.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMGCMgwSNIhBd-udrdkICHWRlkFAyxFAKLSzzsf6TVhx4oZprq3qq196n72Kq6IMecXciBfZxxXo-bwizymQjAMMZP_45QlJXNQ004qjHkwJTdUjGvHi4GrGjOOmn9Gdu5ofcPmm_0zAc/s320/208.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536197043769836530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYJ-fUFfF_HtkacEfhJMPcxqbWdhSwNPqJoZ_gByEzz7Wkn2ThmuD_DMAVW85AgUTvfG4vkkGOg2F4dhNw5mp1Kqyd3xN3NouwZVbnzMs_lhT2YgtaRxAy5ToWbRoEhJLrPvQSp__GvI/s1600/209.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYJ-fUFfF_HtkacEfhJMPcxqbWdhSwNPqJoZ_gByEzz7Wkn2ThmuD_DMAVW85AgUTvfG4vkkGOg2F4dhNw5mp1Kqyd3xN3NouwZVbnzMs_lhT2YgtaRxAy5ToWbRoEhJLrPvQSp__GvI/s320/209.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536197839158929650" /></a><br />We went on a tour of the torture museum and I found something that I think every wife should have. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5E4GQsiR7QXtQiklyYOl_YvFTHOE5XfiQqzDRQVojk1Op29IHKmk87vhRE34KRSV7WyYmkrLXp3Rtj0A8ulsSwYOyIfxkbUUv-mpQ9gweCaCW7l9pg1nB1f3xyavJ5fkn3IrLArOlu4M/s1600/210.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5E4GQsiR7QXtQiklyYOl_YvFTHOE5XfiQqzDRQVojk1Op29IHKmk87vhRE34KRSV7WyYmkrLXp3Rtj0A8ulsSwYOyIfxkbUUv-mpQ9gweCaCW7l9pg1nB1f3xyavJ5fkn3IrLArOlu4M/s320/210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536198273453616834" /></a><br />He was a good sport about it but still hasn't built me my very own one to have yet. The kids are already asking when we can go again so I'm taking that as a sign of them enjoying it. After all who can resist a paper crown, eating without silverware and sword fights.Queen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7789399676456495875.post-25109794212791356312010-11-02T21:01:00.003-05:002010-11-02T21:07:18.445-05:00Somethings missing from this smile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCs0j1h1LRna5GkbpeqvNGb9PfS3_YyS9kOeu6G6-cMaxvK4dSjG_kmrVwVgqIv379WrPYf7ldp7gat78jlCf7lYehvqFF1DdEiFmIeP592K6aVcOewD3IYNheTiqVq0PvtvT5H0_wi-Q/s1600/239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCs0j1h1LRna5GkbpeqvNGb9PfS3_YyS9kOeu6G6-cMaxvK4dSjG_kmrVwVgqIv379WrPYf7ldp7gat78jlCf7lYehvqFF1DdEiFmIeP592K6aVcOewD3IYNheTiqVq0PvtvT5H0_wi-Q/s320/239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535139133078999666" /></a><br />It has finally happened. After what has seemed like forever to her, my K. has finally lost her first tooth. I'm not surprised it took her 6 1/2 years to lose this tooth she didn't get it when she was a baby until she was almost a year old. But after promising her that if she ate the apple her tooth would come out, she tried it. And it did. At school of course because that's where you get the cool little tooth treasure boxes to keep it in for the tooth fairy. So now we just have to wait for that other bottom tooth to fall out and then she will have a nice big "picture window" on her bottom row of teethQueen of My Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18385262345740494579noreply@blogger.com0