tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42883527468624247662024-03-13T02:09:05.911-07:00The Campa LampasMarilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.comBlogger94125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-67746419025295504652012-09-21T11:08:00.001-07:002012-09-21T11:08:32.438-07:00What a Lady<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b>Most of you know that I had to put my beloved dog down as she was suffering from lung cancer. I miss her everyday and wanted to do a blog post dedicated to her memory and all the happy times we had with her. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Lady came to us from our bishop whose daughter wanted a puppy but then they didn't have the time to train her and knew that Andy wanted a dog. I was so adamant that we not get a dog. I didn't want to have to potty train her, groom her, or take any responsibility for her. Andy begged and pleaded and said he would take care of everything. Little did I know that she would win my heart and end up being my best friend. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> She loved to be outside and loved to camp. Every year we would head to Roosevelt to stay in the SRP housing and she looked forward to that trip.While there, we could walk her and she would get ahead of us, but then would stop and wait until we caught up. While camping, when I would get up to use the "potty tent" which is an outside area covered with tarp and a potty seat, she would follow me and stay outside until I was finished and make sure I got back to camp safely. If Tommy was outside mowing the lawn, Lady was right with him. When I refinished my chairs, she had to be out there with me. She would lay in the front yard like she was the queen. People would walk by and she up and to the sidewalk to greet them. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> She loved to chase birds and did not like them landing in her backyard. All you had to say to her was, "Lady, go get that bird" and out the doggie door she went, chasing the foul creature away. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> This is one of my favorite pictures of her. She was loyal, kind, and loving and I think this picture shows it, especially in her eyes. When she was a puppy, she loved to chase her tail. It was the funniest thing to watch! She would sit with her tail between her legs and go in circles around and around on the floor. When it was time for bed, all we had to say was, "Lady, lets go night night" and up the stairs she went. She didn't like it when I was upstairs and Tommy was downstairs because she couldn't be with both of us. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> This picture was taken just a few weeks ago. You can see that she has lost a lot of weight and her eyes show that she just wasn't doing well. She still has a smile on her face and those kind eyes. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Lady loved peanut butter! We would give her steroids hidden in a ball of peanut butter and then stick it to the top of her mouth. So funny to watch her try to get it off the roof of her mouth. She always knew when it was lunch and dinner time. If we were not headed to the kitchen to eat, the pacing would begin. She knew that she was going to get scraps of food to eat, especially at lunch. It was just she and me and I always shared with her. She loved cream cheese and crackers, carrots, and red bell pepper. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Towards the end of her life, all she could do so she could breathe was to lay on her side. That seemed to be the most comfortable position for her. Watching her try to breathe was just heart breaking as it was so labored and shallow. She loved to go on walks and Monday through Friday she knew she was going to get to go for her walk. I exercise early in the morning and it never failed that she met me at the door and would not leave me alone until we were out the door for her walk. I'm going to miss that time with her. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> Lady loved these boys! These pictures were taken when we first found out that she had lung cancer. These boys were at my house all the time. They would get out in the back yard and chase her, but they could never catch her. If they were upstairs, she was right in the middle of them and they loved and wanted her there. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> She LOVED Andy, and he loved her. He has said many times that she was the sister he never had. She was his best friend and he was her's. These pictures were taken about a month ago. She would get tired and head up to bed and one night, Andy followed her and this is what happened. Lots of kisses for him. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> The funniest thing was to pretend that Andy was hitting me and Lady would go wild. She wasn't one to bark except when we did this. She would bark, and nip at him until he stopped. I always loved that she would protect us if any harm came to us. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> These two pictures make me so sad. She was so sick and there were nights when she just couldn't get comfortable. She would wander all night long trying to find a place she felt secure and warm. There were nights I would wake up and she was beside the bed just watching me sleep or on the floor laying and waiting for us to get up.</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> The lung cancer had spread to her lymph nodes and had spread into her bones. There were days she was not able to put pressure on her front leg, and her back hind legs. I found her in front of her water dish just laying there. The steroids made her thirsty and I guess she wanted to be near her water. </b></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b> I love this picture! It was a rare moment that she felt good and actually was her self again. It was as if she posed for this picture, knowing this may be the last time. </b></span></div>
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Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-4865095380229161032012-08-17T14:03:00.001-07:002012-08-17T14:06:50.939-07:00PinterestFor the longest time I was NOT going to get hooked up on pinterest, in fact, I thought it was really stupid that there was this web site you go to to pin pictures of stuff I'll never use or make. Well I am now eating crow! Yes, I too have joined the millions of pinterest(ers). Why did I ever get started! I could literally spend hours upon hours on there looking up 30 different ways a chocolate chip can be made into a cookie.<br />
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I'm not a great cook, but I do okay. I don't really venture far from my usual stuff I make. I have pinned probably 20 to 30 different food dishes and have yet to try one. Part of my problem is that I have a meat and potatoes man in my house. I have to admit that since we have been married he has gotten better. That's probably because he would starve! One of these days I am going to surprise him with a big, ole, vegetable casserole!!<br />
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My favorite pinterest things are all the home decor and organization that is out there. It's like a virtual IKEA, only a little classier, store. I love anything with a bin, nook, hook, or bookcase. And I LOVE the whole shabby chic look!! The funny thing is, my house has not a shabby chic look about it at all. Well, maybe a little Shabby. I look at all these things and get so overwhelmed that I give up and do nothing. Maybe in my next house!<br />
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Well I hear pinterest calling my name to look and dream of more stuff that I can't have! What do you like about pinterest?Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-58035590032669198722012-08-04T20:01:00.003-07:002012-08-04T20:01:49.083-07:00Tommy's Gone and I'm BoredThe title of this blog sums up the last few days, well sort of. Since I retired, which has been 6 years ago, I knew that I would have to find things during the day to occupy my time, and when you have worked full time for 30 years it is a bit of a struggle. You think you have to be doing something every minute of the day. I was lucky in that I was asked to be the 1st Counselor in Relief Society and then the President. So for the first 4 years of retirement, I was busy. Now that I am no longer doing those callings, life has slowed down quite a bit. At first I thought that I need to go find a part time job to occupy my time. I even went so far as to apply at a few places. Ross, Sam's, Costco, a medical place that does hearing on newborns, and a few others. But in reality I'm only bored during the summer months because I feel like I should be gone the entire summer having all sorts of fun and games. Nothing wrong with the way I think! It's too hot to be outdoors and most of my friends still have kids in school so their summers are occupied. But, I really only get bored in the evenings, and most evenings Tommy is home. Go figure!! This is the time of year he goes away on his golfing trip, and he loves to golf! I'm really glad he got to go and the last few days I have shopped, ate out, got a pedicure, had lunch with friends, and spent time with Andy and Peanut. But come the evening, I get a little bored. I am trying really hard to stay up a little later at night so I can sleep in, but I have been getting up at 4:30-5:00 so I can attend boot camp. Since tomorrow is Sunday, my plan is to sleep and if I wake up, I am forcing myself to stay in bed! Repeat after me, I will sleep in, I will sleep in!!<br />
Lets talk about boot camp. It's been good for me in a torturous kind of way. I can't run, and never have been able to run even when I was younger. I'm not sure if I know how to breathe correctly or what, but I always get winded within the first few minutes. My trainer that runs the Saturday boot camp is big on running. Which honestly just stinks, because I can't run! I need to get him to help me with that. The boot camp during the week is a bunch of ladies that got together and they switch off teaching. Monday is killer day. The girl that teaches has us running the track and then running bleachers. I'm going to be 57 this year and running the bleachers isn't something I can do very fast or very well. But I go and do what I can and I have made some new friends.<br />
Well there it is in a long nutshell. Hopefully when it cools off a bit I can get more active. I have a vision of stripping some more furniture and re-staining. I have bar stools, and bed stands. that need some TLC. Hopefully that won't take me a year to do. Take care and hurry and get those kids back to school so we can play!!Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-80356567702675224422012-07-30T14:02:00.002-07:002012-07-30T14:02:43.732-07:00Summer 2012<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_kGK13G04aVdejmqKyl_2fBLYiBUjeH4lmv_Om3Dye1j1JAYAi9z6ntP-56KM7ijjstTm8GqzRoRx9z0GNhiXr6bQE1dFpDsDhvmHdC98rhjK2CAUCfWqkIupVxqW2CPyq72Me49YVU/s1600/08+26+11_2118_edited-2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE_kGK13G04aVdejmqKyl_2fBLYiBUjeH4lmv_Om3Dye1j1JAYAi9z6ntP-56KM7ijjstTm8GqzRoRx9z0GNhiXr6bQE1dFpDsDhvmHdC98rhjK2CAUCfWqkIupVxqW2CPyq72Me49YVU/s320/08+26+11_2118_edited-2.JPG" width="320" /></a>Hello my fellow bloggers! It has been a very long time since I have taken the time and energy to blog. It has been so long that they changed the way we upload pictures along with everything else. I have to admit it is a little easier.<br />
Well let me get you caught up on all the fun the Campa's have been having.<br />
This is my sweet dog Lady and she has been the best dog ever! I'm not joking, the best! She has had a cough that we noticed the first of June. We didn't think anything about it until one night, she coughed all <br />
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Tommy and I took a little anniversary trip before the ordeal with the dog happened. He had to go to Las Vegas for training and I tagged along. His employment paid for the room and his food, so we just had to ante up for my meals. We had such a great time. Stopped at Hoover Dam on the way up and walked across. They have tours that take you down the dam, but they are a tad pricey. For our anniversary, I really wanted to see Donny and Marie Osmond who are performing at the the Flamingo. What a great show they put on! Loved Marie and she was really good, but Donny was so awesome! The man is over 50 and he still can move like he was when he was in his 20's. Granted he got a little winded, but he still has it!! I shopped and laid out by the pool while Tommy was in his training and then we walked around the strip when he got back. We met up with some friends who live in north Las Vegas and had dinner and got caught up. Haven't seen them in over 20 years. Way too long! <br />
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After we left Las Vegas, we headed to Zion's National Park and did some hiking. We stayed in Hurricane Utah at a Roadway Inn which was such a dive! The room was so old and the breakfast was really lousy, but we managed to still have a good time.There is a lodge inside Zions that I would love to say at the next time we are able to go. I loved all the hiking and the next time really want to hike "the narrows". The picture <br />
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below of Tommy standing by the water shows where the narrows hike begins. You follow the creek up through the canyon and the water gets a little deeper to about waste deep. Maybe next time. We ate lunch at the lodge which had a taco bar. I'm not sure if we were really hungry or the taco bar was really good, but we ate until we were stuffed. We then did a few more short hikes until it started getting close to 5:00 p.m. and then headed back to our hotel. It was a great time and really good exercise. <br />
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On the way home, we went to Lee's Ferry and stopped to snap a few pictures. The height of the bridge across the canyon freaks me out a little. I am afraid of heights and that was such a long way down!<br />
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We made it home safe and sound and the next week we headed to California with Andy and Peanut. We had such a great time! This picture is in front of the Los Angeles temple. The weather was just perfect and I love all the flowers they had on the temple grounds. <br />
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We went to Hollywood and did Madam Trousseau's Wax Museum. All I can say, is most of those Hollywood stars are teeny tiny individuals without an ounce of fat on their bodies! So not the way the rest of us live. Anyway I met Moses, Julia Roberts, Conan O'Brien, George Clooney, and Beyonce. They really do look real!<br />
We went to the beach, got these wonderful donuts from a mom and pop shop in Huntington Beach. Ate at two really good Mexican food restaurants. <br />
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We ended our vacation with a trip to Disneyland for 2 days. Our first day was in California Adventure and it was such a zoo! Little did we know that it was grad day and so the park was a little crazy. Tried to see the new Cars area, but it was so packed that it wasn't worth the effort. We got to the park by 10:00 and in less that 20 minutes all the fast passes to the new Cars ride were gone for the day. Oh well, next time we'll plan that a little better. We still had a wonderful time. The next day at Disneyland, we hardly waited in any lines at at all. Tommy thought it would be funny to take a picture of me sitting with the "old" ladies on the steamboat. Might be funny to him, but at least I got to sit down in the shade!<br />
Well that's all for now. My next big adventure is in October when I go back to Arkansas for my family reunion. So until then, or until something else wonderful happens, adios mi amigos!!Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-11429426294763422852012-03-03T14:43:00.002-08:002012-03-03T16:19:56.082-08:00Tag is back. I'm it. And you're next.<div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tag is back.</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm it.</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size: large;">And you're next.</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><em>[if you're not into it,</em></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><em>i'm not offended.]</em></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><em>Here are the rules of the challenge:</em></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 1 - You must post the rules.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 2 - Post eleven fun facts about yourself on the blog post.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 3 - Answer the eleven questions the tagger set for you in their post.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 4 - Create eleven new questions to ask the people you've tagged.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 5 - Tag eleven people and link them on your post.</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> 6 - Let them know you've tagged them!</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: xx-small;">(you copy and paste this on your blog)</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> As for <strong>me</strong></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> here's eleven fun facts:</span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [1] I love to wear tennis shoes and would wear them to church if it was appropriate.<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [2] I have a thing for my vacuum. I vacuum everyday except Sunday and it really bothers me if I miss a day. I think I treat my vacuum better than my family. I know, that is sooooo wrong!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [3] I think I missed my calling in life. I really wish I had been a mortician. It truly does not bother me to be around or work on dead bodies. Is there something wrong with me?<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [4] I LOVE peanut butter and could eat it every day, 3 times a day. I would have to have hot chocolate to wash it down. </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [5] Cleaning is very therapeutic for me and I actually would rather clean than cook. I would rather lick the toilet than cook!<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [6] I love to tap dance. Yes, tap dance! Until recently I had tap shoes but got rid of them cuz they were gathering dust in my closet.<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [7] I am a native of Mesa. In fact my mom and grandmother were natives too.<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [8] I really don't like thinking of things that are fun, interesting about me. It makes me feel like I'm the center of attention and I would much rather be the person that melts into the wall. </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [9] I have a secret, well not any more, crush on Mark Harmon. Even before his NCIS days. Did any of you see him play Ted Bundy? He's such a good actor and great eye candy!!<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [10] I prefer to wear my pj's when at home, and if you come to my house, be it friend, foe, bishop, home teachers, etc...I'm not changing!<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> [11] I can watch the old Alias series time and time again. Maybe I secretly wanted to by a CIA agent! <br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: xx-small;">(you put 11 funny things about yourself)</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Emily</span>'s eleven questions:<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">[1] What was your favorite food when you were a kid??<br /></span>Cheese crips with tomato soup. It was cheap and we were poor.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">[2] When you've got 30 mins. with nothing to do, what do you do??</span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Read or watch TV. If I haven't vacuumed, then I vacuum.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[3] When was the last time you were nervous??</span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">The last time I had to teach in Relief Society or give a talk in church. It's that whole being the center of attention thing!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[4]Which song do you wish was on the radio every time you get in your car??</span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Either Sweet Escape by Gwen Steffani or Bad Romance by Lady Gaga. Not sure why, and yes it is kind of sick!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[5]What's the first thing you bought with your own money??</span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I think it was a car. It was a 1969 Volkswagen bug and I LOVED it! It did not have air conditioning but it sure was a cute car.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[6]Do you have a friend you think is a BFF, but they probably don't think you are their's??</span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">I hope not! </span><br />[7] What's the nicest thing somebody did for you last week?? </span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">My husband cleaned the floor for me today after the dog bled all over it. That's a story for another blog post!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[8] Is there a story your family always tells about you, and it bugs you??</span></span> </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">Oh yeah and it has to do with my feet! I had large feet when I was an early teen and my mom would always tell the shoe salesman to just bring us the box instead of the shoe and I would just wear it. Of course she had to tell everyone we knew.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[9] When someone whines about their life, how do you stay happy??</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;">I just think about my own and am grateful for my own problems and hang ups.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">[10] What makes you the happiest, really??<br /></span>Having my son and daughter in law over for dinner and just hanging out with them. They make me feel young and they make me laugh.<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">[11] What do you wish you did better, you just can't seem to??</span></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> I wish I was more creative. I have friends that all they have to do is see something and they can go home and make it. I am so jealous of that.<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(241, 194, 50); font-size: xx-small;">(you answer these, then make up 11 for your people)<br /><br /></span>Questions for you<br />[1] What was the last book you read and do you recommend it?<br />[2] What was the most life changing event that has happened to you thus far?<br />[3] Baked potato or french fries?<br />[4] If you could be anything, career wise, what would that be?<br />[5] Name one thing on your bucket list and why.<br />[6] If you could go back and change one thing on you wedding day what would that be?<br />[7] What colors are your bedroom?<br />[8] Who do you admire the most in your life and why?<br />[9] What is your favorite cookie?<br />[10] How do you stay calm in a tense situation?<br />[11] Pet or no pet and why?<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><u>People I tag:</u> [Don't worry, I really won't be mad if you don't do it...you're busy, believe me I know...]<br />...and if I left you out, so sorry, do it anyway, I follow your blog!...<br /><br />Wendi - <a href="http://wendishappyplace.blogspot.com/">Wendi's Happy Place </a><br />Stephanie -<a href="http://codystephsunderhaus.blogspot.com/"> Me, My Best Friend & Our Little Lexee</a><br />Brittney -<a href="http://rbblount.blogspot.com/"> Blount Family</a><br />Jacque - <a href="http://cjdana.blogspot.com/">Dream Come True</a><br />Rachel - <a href="http://sunderhaus.blogspot.com/">Rachel and Chris</a><br />Terina - <a href="http://brentandterina.blogspot.com/">The Maldonados</a><br /><br /><br /></span></div><span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: xx-small;"><br /></span> </div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-5461515900781918512012-02-08T17:55:00.000-08:002012-02-08T18:53:50.319-08:00Resolutions, Goals, or Whatever<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I haven't blogged for a while because my camera broke. I feel like if I don't have cute little pictures all over my post that it will be boring. So if your looking for pictures, sorry, won't find them here!<br /><br />The New Year has come and gone and I made some resolutions and really tried this year to keep them. So here we go. Maybe if my friends know what they are, they can help me stay on track!<br /><br />1. Take off the extra 6 pounds that found their way to my rear and tummy over the holidays, and try to maintain a healthy weight. After 2 to 3 weeks of laying off the carbs, they finally came off. The older I get the harder it is to try and stay fit. I know I'm not going to be the skinny little thing from my younger days, but why is it so hard to maintain! I went hiking the other day, and besides the fact that I was the oldest person there, and they had to wait for me in a couple of spots, I didn't do too bad. That was encouraging, however the past few days my legs are screaming at me when I use them. I workout 4 to 5 days a week and have never been this sore. I guess there is always room for improvement.<br /><br />2. Be kinder to my husband. I don't know this is hard for me because I love him with every fiber of my being. I do think it has something to do with the way he teases me incessantly. That's his way of showing he loves me but there are times when I would really rather have a hug or kiss! Lately, with just the two of us here, things have been really great between us. I think I would enjoy him being retired and "around". I went golfing, well he golfed and I walked, with him and we had a great time. I am looking forward to when I can make the time to go with him again.<br /><br />3. Read and study more about my beliefs and the gospel of Jesus Christ. I am in a study group with 3 other women and I just marvel at how smart they are and know so much. We are studying the Old Testament. We have a study guide manual we are using and read the required reading then meet every week and discuss what we have read. I look forward to this, but still feel very insecure about my knowledge. Maybe that's because we are all constantly learning and growing.<br /><br />4. Try not to be so judgmental about myself, my family, my friends, my associates, everyone. Someone will say something that they may not have meant it the way it was said, but it comes across bad. My first instinct is "what the heck" and "why did she or he have to say that?" I had an instance just yesterday that really bugged me and then saw the person the next day and I was very civil to them. I think in my old age that I am getting better, or I just don't really care!<br /><br />5. Finish my table and chairs. I have 4 chairs, 2 of them are captain chairs that are completely sanded. It takes FOREVER to sand in between the spokes on the back of them and in the cracks where the wood meets. My goal is to have all chairs and table sanded by the end of March. Still not sure if I want to do a black stain or black paint.<br /><br />Well those are my goals, resolutions, or whatever you want to call them. They're attainable and not hard. I just need to not kick myself so much when I fail and as they say, get back on the horse and try again!<br /></span></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-91429907144870871652011-12-27T10:41:00.000-08:002011-12-27T11:26:04.892-08:00Christmas 2011<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Well Christmas has come and gone and unfortunately my camera is having issues and I wasn't able to retrieve my pictures. Thankfully my sister in laws took some good pictures and I was able to copy them.<br />My sister in laws have started a tradition of shopping together every Christmas season and having lunch together. I look forward to this day as we laugh, spend money, eat, and enjoy each other without having to worry about kids, grand kids, and husbands. So we decided to take a picture in front of Jewelie's Christmas tree before we headed to Chandler Mall. Turned out to be a great picture and day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMFOqM7uQel276ia4hcuE0Ap4CPSgsov3F-Oz59lm85EfM1IA3vwHgHCJEup-AOMAwi1AwSsrPgGe5ejSF3nrUBSnKefv7dR9SccZGcOaqAYIGuNPMJUmeA72DyARCCxJtQi61TeAbHw/s1600/407950_2916233310985_1415283309_33090183_964913814_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKMFOqM7uQel276ia4hcuE0Ap4CPSgsov3F-Oz59lm85EfM1IA3vwHgHCJEup-AOMAwi1AwSsrPgGe5ejSF3nrUBSnKefv7dR9SccZGcOaqAYIGuNPMJUmeA72DyARCCxJtQi61TeAbHw/s320/407950_2916233310985_1415283309_33090183_964913814_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690883491791624434" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Me, Jewelie and Penny</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">While we were out shopping they talked me into buying a Christmas shirt. I didn't want to spend money on a shirt I will only wear once or twice during the year or one that looked like my mom would have worn. But, I have to admit it was a cute shirt and I wore it to the Christmas Eve family party and all day on Christmas. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEv8pbwBbTM2R5vJcsIshvfsQ4uNBqyD00rjmQMs9ZNDPMbae6kA2ZbeSkbI3LIrs3Kqs_cZuAVmS9hBnS4619lLOg7Hs09WcEpW4zvrN-T15wawO1oEJOpHTO5fK-gruuGFiLly-h-fA/s1600/396491_2637518590473_1630754086_2368859_1004070168_n.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/AVvXsEiEv8pbwBbTM2R5vJcsIshvfsQ4uNBqyD00rjmQMs9ZNDPMbae6kA2ZbeSkbI3LIrs3Kqs_cZuAVmS9hBnS4619lLOg7Hs09WcEpW4zvrN-T15wawO1oEJOpHTO5fK-gruuGFiLly-h-fA/s320/396491_2637518590473_1630754086_2368859_1004070168_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881729600653394" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">This year Penny and Rick, my brother and sister in law, hosted the party. We had carne asada, beans, rice, salad, chips and salsa, Tommy's famous guacamole, jello salad, shrimp, and a ton of desserts. It was all really yummy! </span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaVLB-Laz8tJQGTWrNmSOb0kggd09XS_hsm-FPMcJvGWJkckdCKJ1T2EV1_p6Kx06f49Oddveqw2B3ji744J9bbUuwYVjr_YnoEj2VkaMQYgQmB2SW8xd3zQpqlIJWK6farG0f1GlVYU/s1600/396876_10150483512919720_694059719_8396401_543800771_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZaVLB-Laz8tJQGTWrNmSOb0kggd09XS_hsm-FPMcJvGWJkckdCKJ1T2EV1_p6Kx06f49Oddveqw2B3ji744J9bbUuwYVjr_YnoEj2VkaMQYgQmB2SW8xd3zQpqlIJWK6farG0f1GlVYU/s320/396876_10150483512919720_694059719_8396401_543800771_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881648947488210" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">This my brother in law Rick who finally got a plate after cooking the meat. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwfEvimV3TMB90VcpHK9N_cj3rorv__dMaYOQYV7iPKy4pIEjXjVnSldM1Ym1KP7KaWfckewasIL3FSrIILfAgQ9e5XO6ESF0hslFpCHCJXxlW9BwewODALaKD3bpshaazl2jLj79n7Y/s1600/378830_2637520430519_1630754086_2368861_802219905_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwfEvimV3TMB90VcpHK9N_cj3rorv__dMaYOQYV7iPKy4pIEjXjVnSldM1Ym1KP7KaWfckewasIL3FSrIILfAgQ9e5XO6ESF0hslFpCHCJXxlW9BwewODALaKD3bpshaazl2jLj79n7Y/s320/378830_2637520430519_1630754086_2368861_802219905_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881558007958210" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">We had our white elephant gift exchange. Above is Angela, my niece. She is patiently waiting for the game to start. Below is the gift I picked. It's a drinking game, buy instead of beer they had root beer with it. Of course it got stolen, in fact all the gifts I picked got stolen. I guess that's the fun of the game. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpZYRtsyFrqjRXA_ujU8dp3n-14kRzm8RNcXCmf7CY2nn1GGEqjr0_38ZyjX10_n2xJTLDcTEFxVZ7ZyoMWCffrW7AGB8a5UMEQdb5LESX7w7YMtp7sdXcN7mwfhd2ZixtQv_GNxnze8/s1600/407368_2637529310741_1630754086_2368871_255272682_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghpZYRtsyFrqjRXA_ujU8dp3n-14kRzm8RNcXCmf7CY2nn1GGEqjr0_38ZyjX10_n2xJTLDcTEFxVZ7ZyoMWCffrW7AGB8a5UMEQdb5LESX7w7YMtp7sdXcN7mwfhd2ZixtQv_GNxnze8/s320/407368_2637529310741_1630754086_2368871_255272682_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881468327519250" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><br />These are my nieces, Jewelie's daughter and her sister in law. The little one sitting on her mom's lap is a cutie. She used to have red hair but it has turned more blond and very curly. She was a hoot to watch. </span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaIO0qOk_bX9AkCzXc1-w63InDhSW_xzWF4tcKPNdCxJlnh3ig-jo_iFxijawknlKphlTKzc-sTL7cyHFOjnPYVYF4-zqvv9Btduwzql_99sPKEYeA8GYn-8ClNk71fPrXKzW3p9e_bLY/s1600/390501_2637531470795_1630754086_2368874_376031008_n.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/AVvXsEhaIO0qOk_bX9AkCzXc1-w63InDhSW_xzWF4tcKPNdCxJlnh3ig-jo_iFxijawknlKphlTKzc-sTL7cyHFOjnPYVYF4-zqvv9Btduwzql_99sPKEYeA8GYn-8ClNk71fPrXKzW3p9e_bLY/s320/390501_2637531470795_1630754086_2368874_376031008_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881340259003346" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyh6b7KpOQkobUYxAHNgskjhnjrvx1IACfNgw34eJxEAjc5xRqSVSR1kvVqNCO_JEV7aF-3bR2v778aYKpBVCgBOXziyyAoPb8F_bj-dDKj4Rwg6WgG7auCJlMvykC_D0atGfjcG2sF40/s1600/394440_10150483508409720_694059719_8396389_582322467_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyh6b7KpOQkobUYxAHNgskjhnjrvx1IACfNgw34eJxEAjc5xRqSVSR1kvVqNCO_JEV7aF-3bR2v778aYKpBVCgBOXziyyAoPb8F_bj-dDKj4Rwg6WgG7auCJlMvykC_D0atGfjcG2sF40/s320/394440_10150483508409720_694059719_8396389_582322467_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690881058101119522" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Jewelie trying on my shoes. I have really big feet so they didn't fit her. </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUZcGcfHqu67mbWux0fSJOwiQ8cv6gmhCAxe1WOXzWJT1ptqlLPfAgV42zlcgdEkLblGCAXfKObq0jXEX-mfswbpDN0DekTm57cS-9J5mvz2WCoaGb1PYrWYcyWsohc_FB74pcYJXAFo/s1600/400075_2637534870880_1630754086_2368879_1042969308_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUZcGcfHqu67mbWux0fSJOwiQ8cv6gmhCAxe1WOXzWJT1ptqlLPfAgV42zlcgdEkLblGCAXfKObq0jXEX-mfswbpDN0DekTm57cS-9J5mvz2WCoaGb1PYrWYcyWsohc_FB74pcYJXAFo/s320/400075_2637534870880_1630754086_2368879_1042969308_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690880943435513922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQzcX4-xnlRbWsY3SiP7vbUG-bUSTzTIIKHmuU79Ktu8TyCUUlLl96s5edEtC47wTRCEKA6HpX0nEbEwSv-ytD_lKHMFa2iaPhkttTKltKy0Hg74Yu-CaWbhxev0kXtcQCOkWmUzgveY/s1600/381530_10150483513664720_694059719_8396410_566247071_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQzcX4-xnlRbWsY3SiP7vbUG-bUSTzTIIKHmuU79Ktu8TyCUUlLl96s5edEtC47wTRCEKA6HpX0nEbEwSv-ytD_lKHMFa2iaPhkttTKltKy0Hg74Yu-CaWbhxev0kXtcQCOkWmUzgveY/s320/381530_10150483513664720_694059719_8396410_566247071_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690880685009524194" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Yep, this is most of us. We still have family in Florida and Mexico City. We missed them and hopefully they can join us one of these years. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">Tommy and I spent Christmas Day with Peanuts family and then to my good friends Wendi's house. We had a blast and it was so much fun to spend time with her son who just returned home from his mission. We ate, laughed, played games and just enjoyed each other. </span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;">I hope you all had a Merry Christmas and will have a very Happy New Year!!</span><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-77835548129094755392011-12-03T11:03:00.000-08:002011-12-03T11:45:09.059-08:00Why I Haven't Blogged<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">First of all I had a birthday on October 28th, and that was at least 7 weeks ago, but that's my first excuse. Since I can never think of what I want for a gift, I figure home improvement things are good. When I painted my bathroom we had all chrome fixtures and I changed them to brushed nickle after we painted except for the sink, bathtub and shower fixtures. So I decided on sink fixtures. This is the before picture and if you look closely you can see where the gunk has eaten away part of the chrome. Yuck!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjyZsjIbd08oVLrBjtEWP1DVzy96wKPTF6I0Y6GF_9WKCQ9699jNYn0BGe5x41_AzkZ04jRaifur7OnLJDpHjT-e6149h24dZlPcu17qWSWYlbx376FSQFAAiPnUlR_fSdXPfVDl8Ldc/s1600/Birthday+gift+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHjyZsjIbd08oVLrBjtEWP1DVzy96wKPTF6I0Y6GF_9WKCQ9699jNYn0BGe5x41_AzkZ04jRaifur7OnLJDpHjT-e6149h24dZlPcu17qWSWYlbx376FSQFAAiPnUlR_fSdXPfVDl8Ldc/s320/Birthday+gift+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681980605180607554" border="0" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br />New, shiny, pretty, brushed nickle fixture. I love it because the spout is taller and easier to get a glass or your mouth under when you brush your teeth!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7_ZystGw0_YVqBMVHupMX0_TcIwwOStX_Mc5DU1pxIeaV7QwLPBqIIEUBKpybJ-rF5hBwXq-WUNxSEtUctmFRcfwi_KNjVona88UnbdJNh6DhibuRqwkMQP0kUSWEbfr_iRgKGMoOrk/s1600/Birthday+gift+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH7_ZystGw0_YVqBMVHupMX0_TcIwwOStX_Mc5DU1pxIeaV7QwLPBqIIEUBKpybJ-rF5hBwXq-WUNxSEtUctmFRcfwi_KNjVona88UnbdJNh6DhibuRqwkMQP0kUSWEbfr_iRgKGMoOrk/s320/Birthday+gift+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681980726912364802" border="0" /></a></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br />The next reason I haven't blogged is because back in August, I bought a used dining table with 6 chairs at a thrift store. My current table on sits 4 people comfortably and you can squeeze 6, but it is a tight fit. I found this set and it was sturdy and in good condition, but as you can see, it needs a little bit of a face lift.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknJvCe9tcstfpXB-8E1r65VRKqVrxM2jcYqRiLr_pVwqIv3MN0pWRuPBViQ-X8t2YPdk444ipvy6U5nI1zWQasC5UqTEV7S4QXQ8MapS9_kCpqkCqnUEj9sNQ_blzoUMx6KH5vwVmp9I/s1600/Camping+and+Miscellaneous+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknJvCe9tcstfpXB-8E1r65VRKqVrxM2jcYqRiLr_pVwqIv3MN0pWRuPBViQ-X8t2YPdk444ipvy6U5nI1zWQasC5UqTEV7S4QXQ8MapS9_kCpqkCqnUEj9sNQ_blzoUMx6KH5vwVmp9I/s320/Camping+and+Miscellaneous+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681981368073974594" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The seats were covered in this outdated blue and peach looking stuff. So off the the fabric store I went and found..............</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhewbYzZsxK9l-V-zy-0aUBJu5k13G9hJeWnfEZ53kFxEc3uyuNti_xwDGwGhsx3tYs_rhuVMIxySfdkEb9yswCtJPQ8rdrPdakpR7QRhSyXVdZT6AGLUSvmAD70jx0IdA5Oqt0jFrkwU/s1600/Birthday+gift+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhewbYzZsxK9l-V-zy-0aUBJu5k13G9hJeWnfEZ53kFxEc3uyuNti_xwDGwGhsx3tYs_rhuVMIxySfdkEb9yswCtJPQ8rdrPdakpR7QRhSyXVdZT6AGLUSvmAD70jx0IdA5Oqt0jFrkwU/s320/Birthday+gift+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681980972868675522" border="0" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">this. It goes with the colors in my family room which is next to where the table sits. I'm excited to see what it will look like when I finish. That is if I ever finish!</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xyb9xRWFmkQ8P_g92VRjBzIaOXBU79l6ZEFJN1w2NgPsOra87-HB9ofN1YlHhRwypAJkMZanZdFSqzHJPX5SEkgEQMo2NtXu1MJEyVRVbuRf-LQPBH1Y6Dp6fmWuTebOztQiVPTctck/s1600/Camping+and+Miscellaneous+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4xyb9xRWFmkQ8P_g92VRjBzIaOXBU79l6ZEFJN1w2NgPsOra87-HB9ofN1YlHhRwypAJkMZanZdFSqzHJPX5SEkgEQMo2NtXu1MJEyVRVbuRf-LQPBH1Y6Dp6fmWuTebOztQiVPTctck/s320/Camping+and+Miscellaneous+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681981184529735778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Every spare moment has been working on these chairs. I put the stripping stuff on, but was not able to get to the chairs within the 48 hour time limit and I put it on 3 chairs. STUPID! I think I will stain the set black. Tommy tells me just to paint it but I want the wood grain to show through. Like it will be able to stained black! Oh well, we shall see. </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVABm9faMU-FkDcdC3KcPikLVud18dgfBFmdGKsI1rhcWb50zazu-EMKpslAhC_-qfzj8bb6D494YULLB5EJVO8UH0ahE6l2_v8sH-ABemYL-eyie6eI3wOIRyaxl8FbKXKsC_XESe9Y/s1600/Birthday+gift+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmVABm9faMU-FkDcdC3KcPikLVud18dgfBFmdGKsI1rhcWb50zazu-EMKpslAhC_-qfzj8bb6D494YULLB5EJVO8UH0ahE6l2_v8sH-ABemYL-eyie6eI3wOIRyaxl8FbKXKsC_XESe9Y/s320/Birthday+gift+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681981666401570978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is after scraping and then I still had to sand them. The spindles in the chair take the longest and it has to be done by hand. Tommy took pity on me and bought me an oscillating tool that has a scraper and sander. So great to do the small areas, but still have to do some by hand and it's taking 4 to 5 hours to do 1 chairs. So far I have 2.99 chairs done. Next time I come up with an idea to do this just shoot me! Every spare moment has been sanding and I now wear a wrist brace every night and aspercream has become my new best friend!</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3L44L1M1SsEIx566hyo8ETB7xalpgcim8QfTBHGmQm-2-sXBOwFcwJBqpYcl8kPRCG3vPhXNel58eMZ-Of41LzsY9ktvZENKZEa4OJ5c3JC7n7cMZQc5ztujxy5yGmX3dOxG9LpmgS8/s1600/Birthday+gift+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy3L44L1M1SsEIx566hyo8ETB7xalpgcim8QfTBHGmQm-2-sXBOwFcwJBqpYcl8kPRCG3vPhXNel58eMZ-Of41LzsY9ktvZENKZEa4OJ5c3JC7n7cMZQc5ztujxy5yGmX3dOxG9LpmgS8/s320/Birthday+gift+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681981812522005874" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I caught a cold last Sunday and just really wanted to not get out of bed. However, I had to teach my 11 year old Primary kids. Got up, showered, dressed, went to teach and then came home and died! Haven't been to the gym and I haven't sanded. </span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsySGRXb21I_YZ5kKyCH0bBRthu_pns7zPz0SbN6g4AtOw1JS8TPVwexhaNSXjaLs8roNF6kFiisfrflqbkGSDzsNltMUkPQBvnXI6fil-AP02U560MYX2_dcRZUZ_fy4mWEyc-pRIuc/s1600/Birthday+gift+010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzsySGRXb21I_YZ5kKyCH0bBRthu_pns7zPz0SbN6g4AtOw1JS8TPVwexhaNSXjaLs8roNF6kFiisfrflqbkGSDzsNltMUkPQBvnXI6fil-AP02U560MYX2_dcRZUZ_fy4mWEyc-pRIuc/s320/Birthday+gift+010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681982357099632306" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Since today was cold and overcast I figured what a good day to update the old blog! </span><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-88871317037700761782011-10-25T19:07:00.000-07:002011-10-25T20:28:55.953-07:00Utah or Bust<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I've been home from Utah for 2 week and am just now getting around to blogging about my adventures. My friend Wendi, well honestly she is more like my sister but that's another post. Anyway she asked me if I would like to go with her to Utah to visit her daughter and son in law, Curt and Jacque, for 2 weeks. Of course I jumped at the opportunity! Wendi and I have a blast together and for some odd or maybe it's because we just get along so well, we don't tired of each other and very rarely fight. So, off we went. It took us 17 hours to get to Logan where Jacque lives and is attending school. (Stupid construction!) Anyway we finally got there and stayed up until 1:00 a.m. talking and laughing. Well the laughing never stopped and the talking was sometimes light, and sometimes deep, but it was all good!<br />So below is our trip in pictures. I wanted to see as many temples as possible, but this is all we could fine and it ended up being a rainy day when we set out to see them. I still got some good shots.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSulLJQQ1aXVoypjF9eYT5nKmwXnbD3RI6GAQ2bqJ_OlzsNKVqOZtnsmy43rTYBAXGEuQg4WJEt5Cp4M31bqiBctkZoOatu99Td21olsng-npRO7fHyQ3YpQaByWEwMbsD48wln_7bXY/s1600/HPIM0653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicSulLJQQ1aXVoypjF9eYT5nKmwXnbD3RI6GAQ2bqJ_OlzsNKVqOZtnsmy43rTYBAXGEuQg4WJEt5Cp4M31bqiBctkZoOatu99Td21olsng-npRO7fHyQ3YpQaByWEwMbsD48wln_7bXY/s320/HPIM0653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667630549815492690" border="0" /></a>Mount Tippanogas temple. Not sure if I spelled that right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioGJwtQkQYCZCS3y_UZYsIo-3j5AIfPutiV1HnH-AO3m_ldwfGq88uo762hS40OJvjqV-l3A3-SvmZQc-ouDxBTN-0He7Lm-EVSp7Z0CYTJgpRzKB3FfaXiv4P9B9aLfWWgXmaMe4qt98/s1600/HPIM0649.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/AVvXsEioGJwtQkQYCZCS3y_UZYsIo-3j5AIfPutiV1HnH-AO3m_ldwfGq88uo762hS40OJvjqV-l3A3-SvmZQc-ouDxBTN-0He7Lm-EVSp7Z0CYTJgpRzKB3FfaXiv4P9B9aLfWWgXmaMe4qt98/s320/HPIM0649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629631775301810" border="0" /></a>Jordan River temple. It's very pretty, but not my favorite.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UtWs9W8yCoh48mNGRJXZW2O4-6suGp45W6URMVvpmmd1I8Xp2kaLhiJ07yuzfAOn3wUiIJxp2bFbLE3nOw25gkkQNTtAnzR8gJSmZ39igVbeLC6HbR7tWh1NKqrpcDuu4XDyN285_Hc/s1600/IMG_0075.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5UtWs9W8yCoh48mNGRJXZW2O4-6suGp45W6URMVvpmmd1I8Xp2kaLhiJ07yuzfAOn3wUiIJxp2bFbLE3nOw25gkkQNTtAnzR8gJSmZ39igVbeLC6HbR7tWh1NKqrpcDuu4XDyN285_Hc/s320/IMG_0075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667629037632815058" border="0" /></a><br />Bountiful temple at night. This is by far my most favorite picture. It is so majestic and so beautiful!<br /><br />We also did a lot of eating. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Evgqeq8h2G4LCJVXW6rwWtazRzQsmv_spFMR5hI3TeFBT1QBGE1wAWrST0nh3WOZBk7G6SE0LSuE19Np-cb_4ET8vKZ9Q3XdMl6RNNR1275rgVvKZhuzO8UN98GkHZmAhYxcSNSxnSw/s1600/IMG_0032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Evgqeq8h2G4LCJVXW6rwWtazRzQsmv_spFMR5hI3TeFBT1QBGE1wAWrST0nh3WOZBk7G6SE0LSuE19Np-cb_4ET8vKZ9Q3XdMl6RNNR1275rgVvKZhuzO8UN98GkHZmAhYxcSNSxnSw/s320/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667628752728120658" border="0" /></a><br />This is a pasta dish at the firehouse grill. It was so tasty and they served us cheesy bread before so I was already kind of full on that, but still finished the WHOLE thing!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNHGi13JrbWztCXPOtzerlW79R7ktbfmRYl3PeUAZ4ljUg_br3bRUkC69NviAVNqEtwMia2wI5Jtz3VGCFe4knuY4Ojg1PNdCSC92Q242gBmiwi1BHBr8cz9vD7F7pduMzOUJXUsJGNM/s1600/IMG_0010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMNHGi13JrbWztCXPOtzerlW79R7ktbfmRYl3PeUAZ4ljUg_br3bRUkC69NviAVNqEtwMia2wI5Jtz3VGCFe4knuY4Ojg1PNdCSC92Q242gBmiwi1BHBr8cz9vD7F7pduMzOUJXUsJGNM/s320/IMG_0010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667628535199854834" border="0" /></a><br />We stopped at this little ice cream shop in Kanab on the way up. I had a salad and then got 2 scoops of ice cream. Their 2 scoops was more like a half gallon of ice cream!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAywHc830MvUEs6I8M8LaNHrlG7prkW9AV0bwe5nyhgJcvG368eD9b9x5y1cr3QkLWfxXIaQfwhhfALlbsnakYpcuPCV7MrI09B7xjwM1UsA3oryhQqkPz-PHTr4FlmFg8HK1qGV4wHqw/s1600/IMG_0010_face0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAywHc830MvUEs6I8M8LaNHrlG7prkW9AV0bwe5nyhgJcvG368eD9b9x5y1cr3QkLWfxXIaQfwhhfALlbsnakYpcuPCV7MrI09B7xjwM1UsA3oryhQqkPz-PHTr4FlmFg8HK1qGV4wHqw/s320/IMG_0010_face0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667628430341082946" border="0" /></a><br />And of course....we shopped, and shopped, and shopped. Nothing like a brand new, comfortable Sketchers that you get on sale to wear so you can shop!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YkrHrZIR42cD-T3TqX_zl0jl_hmdmRgjTl0MQQFJ9M82xOBBdnxXyAFLzhnmVRiXFL93jrqPbqazI2Uz6cPMztyTrTtaNCYd_BRudZMn04_2wDjS8eBNm4n0lSiqJbuNpkqyGlxRkQE/s1600/HPIM0641.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YkrHrZIR42cD-T3TqX_zl0jl_hmdmRgjTl0MQQFJ9M82xOBBdnxXyAFLzhnmVRiXFL93jrqPbqazI2Uz6cPMztyTrTtaNCYd_BRudZMn04_2wDjS8eBNm4n0lSiqJbuNpkqyGlxRkQE/s320/HPIM0641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667628217667602258" border="0" /></a><br />We saw hats and mittens that look like kittens! Hey I made a rhyme!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL0Zp3oxqiClj-q2WEUt0CYO2bZ-WOGbtifiekuuK8H3fYl2gm23jqeU2TO2TkmswL8CpOoNO8GrAeutCa6np6K-nbCtc8hC4CCUAYXzLJDltb9q6UgbbDCKFn8QkeY_3ECEzxEqizxo/s1600/HPIM0640.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigL0Zp3oxqiClj-q2WEUt0CYO2bZ-WOGbtifiekuuK8H3fYl2gm23jqeU2TO2TkmswL8CpOoNO8GrAeutCa6np6K-nbCtc8hC4CCUAYXzLJDltb9q6UgbbDCKFn8QkeY_3ECEzxEqizxo/s320/HPIM0640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667627874378524418" border="0" /></a><br />We were in TJ Maxx, and Wendi found this chair that she fell in love with. She also looks pretty darn comfortable in that chair!.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxTXte9fjA9RdhkAwAltVjmMieT6N-vgqEaPx2iZS0ljETlKvnHbtwje0NkQvAy5f5FbVp2VQxV3td5id1zcSY3l47JKc2WkHv8N8qQ1uopVcU8A18GxUf6jnYqpkuiQa0x89XqiyWI8/s1600/IMG_0011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxTXte9fjA9RdhkAwAltVjmMieT6N-vgqEaPx2iZS0ljETlKvnHbtwje0NkQvAy5f5FbVp2VQxV3td5id1zcSY3l47JKc2WkHv8N8qQ1uopVcU8A18GxUf6jnYqpkuiQa0x89XqiyWI8/s320/IMG_0011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667627541835991298" border="0" /></a>We spent the night in Salt Lake City one night and Jacque did our hair and painted our toe nails. It was definitely an all girl night!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2FEud5EgymaeYeBbdPmww1D7Q0r5LLkcnaAv1SMzDOevwhDm1VSubAXfb7DsgDIDDAsrhh-Azoz6Fk6lrtUmPehf8UMYT3R4KOQeUgh_0Mk3lFv8mCLvfYn0_0TPj6EW_nKx7B2KYJY/s1600/IMG_0047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2FEud5EgymaeYeBbdPmww1D7Q0r5LLkcnaAv1SMzDOevwhDm1VSubAXfb7DsgDIDDAsrhh-Azoz6Fk6lrtUmPehf8UMYT3R4KOQeUgh_0Mk3lFv8mCLvfYn0_0TPj6EW_nKx7B2KYJY/s320/IMG_0047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667627150196764866" border="0" /></a><br />Wendi did Jacque's hair at her apartment. It turned out so cute and I don't even have a picture of the finished product. Just trust me!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUgch09DsSOUX-IQQ7-xCR7U_MVK5AYp7hIqfbagk5UtVqcFjUz2SEzG5tJHH6dzZQnhHzKRLTXiAVdys2ONfcgtIG4iE5uFbHyeBxAsV_u02ir6JjnumDqAAuGBmJ8jvch3WKQGSrW4/s1600/HPIM0642.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUgch09DsSOUX-IQQ7-xCR7U_MVK5AYp7hIqfbagk5UtVqcFjUz2SEzG5tJHH6dzZQnhHzKRLTXiAVdys2ONfcgtIG4iE5uFbHyeBxAsV_u02ir6JjnumDqAAuGBmJ8jvch3WKQGSrW4/s320/HPIM0642.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626967978634178" border="0" /></a><br />The three of us did a temple session at the Logan Temple. Such a beautiful temple. It reminds me of a castle.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSbKZ9z7S3GGjEW7O1f79FNJ3DB8UqXPIHpHvx4_PsIAyzm_MUSP9L43VUwnqAvbHti3Wpkvlpmx7m0xSBQJAzLg9agFFrWjP2PmdCHlnwhyphenhyphennd_f-XaVRB7q44zgcX3SFLhsEP5rhcHyg/s1600/IMG_0020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSbKZ9z7S3GGjEW7O1f79FNJ3DB8UqXPIHpHvx4_PsIAyzm_MUSP9L43VUwnqAvbHti3Wpkvlpmx7m0xSBQJAzLg9agFFrWjP2PmdCHlnwhyphenhyphennd_f-XaVRB7q44zgcX3SFLhsEP5rhcHyg/s320/IMG_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626689367810242" border="0" /></a><br />We went to Gardner's Village and they had the entire place decked out for Halloween and Fall. The place was packed but we were able to get a few shots without other people in the pictures.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFjO7xM4Q1YdK6RjHEe43xczjRCDT1C5ev9bBFHD1O3TuwLu_wLQVG0zYX2Er0nGWI1cnhdkKi72cXdkFJgdfNzlCV_EC03w1MqwVoHIEIxU_lqGwEUcMkISCXHHQ8alsdai-0PDdm9I/s1600/HPIM0624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFjO7xM4Q1YdK6RjHEe43xczjRCDT1C5ev9bBFHD1O3TuwLu_wLQVG0zYX2Er0nGWI1cnhdkKi72cXdkFJgdfNzlCV_EC03w1MqwVoHIEIxU_lqGwEUcMkISCXHHQ8alsdai-0PDdm9I/s320/HPIM0624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626428870982834" border="0" /></a><br />She is so not a witch, but it was just too perfect of how the hat was hanging, so...<br />.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzreEh4MyFdFDNjDvVp-58vZFwjhRWsJEjxs7Wr6Fpvv8mxRucEkQu4xwh5Aua4Bw33D1DdT7aeZBOkZ1BEj18LxtK9-Z0IdqORWPkpHKbE9F9T8TUJBNeuUkULPoQ2OPO9YIqfg8tkrY/s1600/HPIM0615.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzreEh4MyFdFDNjDvVp-58vZFwjhRWsJEjxs7Wr6Fpvv8mxRucEkQu4xwh5Aua4Bw33D1DdT7aeZBOkZ1BEj18LxtK9-Z0IdqORWPkpHKbE9F9T8TUJBNeuUkULPoQ2OPO9YIqfg8tkrY/s320/HPIM0615.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667626152418410466" border="0" /></a><br />That's my twin sister with the hat on!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jYSQIRVB8xC3GD4MsRBsXs555rslUCOp7pC0F9kH2-NsfHUofc3nN0lVUElrlxGRdf73NlZxZc-rbCJnnENkKaRsSECj2y8vUfaLEOKn9FwbBpEQ8dIkEOY6SoGsaddVqEyLnknMWRk/s1600/IMG_0052.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4jYSQIRVB8xC3GD4MsRBsXs555rslUCOp7pC0F9kH2-NsfHUofc3nN0lVUElrlxGRdf73NlZxZc-rbCJnnENkKaRsSECj2y8vUfaLEOKn9FwbBpEQ8dIkEOY6SoGsaddVqEyLnknMWRk/s320/IMG_0052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667625951404088882" border="0" /></a><br />Such a great time and so glad we were able to make the trip. Thanks Wendi, Curt, and Jacque for letting me be a part of your family for 2 weeks!!<br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-2260618438063848902011-09-22T14:45:00.000-07:002011-09-22T15:08:02.314-07:00My Funk<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">It has been awhile since I have posted anything and not so much because I haven't done anything wonderful, but more because I have been so lazy! August for me was such a horrible month. I really dislike the heat and the average temperature for August was 109 degrees. I pretty much went from getting up and exercising early, getting my cleaning done and errands run, that by the time it was 10:00 I was done for the day. So I spent most days parked in front of the TV or over at a friends and trying so hard not to spend money I didn't have. You know how when you're bored it's so easy to get out and spend, spend, spend. Well now that it is getting a little cooler, and I have a trip to Utah planned, I'm starting to get out of my funkiness. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Last week I decided to do a thorough cleaning of my house. I cleaned my kitchen from the top of the cupboards to the floor. I also cleaned out my closet. Oh what a chore that was! When all was said and done, three large black garbage bags full of clothes, shoes, bags, and other unwanted things that I don't wear. It felt so good to get rid of all the stuff that I hung onto for whatever the reason. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">I bought at St. Vincent De Paul's thrift shop a dining room table and 6 chairs. I have been waiting for the weather to cool off a bit before I begin the job of stripping, re-staining, and reupholstering the chairs. I really am excited to begin the work and get it done and see how it looks in the house. </span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;">Well I still need to pack and get thinking about what to have for dinner. I'll post Utah pictures and before pictures of my soon to be new, refurbished, dining room set!</span> <br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-8549583977762560582011-08-17T19:13:00.000-07:002011-08-17T20:44:53.978-07:00My Favorite All Time Movies<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love to watch movies and some of my most favorite ones are the classics. If you haven't had a chance to watch any, let me know because I have most of the ones listed here. You won't regret it!!</span></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Midnight Lace</strong> </span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is an early Doris Day and Rex Harrison movie. The movie opens up with Kit Preston (Doris Day) walking through the London fog and she hears a voice tell her that they are going to kill her. Rex Harrison plays her husband and he doesn't believe her. That's all I want to say because I don't want to ruin the movie. </span></div>
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Rex Harrison and Doris Day
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>The Magic of Ordinary Days</strong> </span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is such a sweet love story with Keri Russell and Skeet Ulrich. Keri plays Livy, a young woman who is pregnant out of wedlock and very educated. Her father arranges a marriage to Ray Singleton, Skeet Ulrich. The movies is set in WWII and such a great love story. Who couldn't love Skeet Ulrich!!
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House</strong></span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Such a great comedy and if you've ever built a new home with your significant other, then you will get a kick out of this movie. My all time favorite actor, Cary Grant is the main character. You'll love the scene when his wife, Myrna Loy, is telling the painter what colors she wants painted in the new house. </span></div>
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<br /><strong>Return to Me</strong></span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Another great love story! My favorite scene is with all the older men dancing together. So cute and Carroll O'Connor does such a great job playing Minnie Driver's grandfather.
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<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cKtGdzBDGEXnIZZdMEz7ByE_4uI92ncKl7HWqRYJZ_WR61npViz-nG5NW0DNHuOJVflaJQMeh4O599SxUFcIrr4lg8JJaAuGPapPA8V5rFbP29IiwDh6XxEj4PSCDRjH93hp0T1KaXY/s1600/imagesCAQRLAZO.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642026083832120978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7cKtGdzBDGEXnIZZdMEz7ByE_4uI92ncKl7HWqRYJZ_WR61npViz-nG5NW0DNHuOJVflaJQMeh4O599SxUFcIrr4lg8JJaAuGPapPA8V5rFbP29IiwDh6XxEj4PSCDRjH93hp0T1KaXY/s320/imagesCAQRLAZO.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <strong>Hope Floats</strong></span>
<br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sandra Bullock and Harry Connick Jr. star and they make such a great couple. I love the dynamics between Bertie, Sandra Bullock's character, and her mother Ramona, Gena Rowland.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWjjSdU8IR0LOcvNKxQoi9k6apiIwwdXMOuPHZwGhFhYWPoZbbDIU3fx_b4N-sHsjzQIFfXs9URGAtiR278ZJKyjMQVIgUXozmfEvENHPeLAm-0hdL5yI-kMw-4evAEyntQAx9mSh5-U/s1600/Bertie+and+Bernice.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 99px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642025850606516178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyWjjSdU8IR0LOcvNKxQoi9k6apiIwwdXMOuPHZwGhFhYWPoZbbDIU3fx_b4N-sHsjzQIFfXs9URGAtiR278ZJKyjMQVIgUXozmfEvENHPeLAm-0hdL5yI-kMw-4evAEyntQAx9mSh5-U/s320/Bertie+and+Bernice.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Who wouldn't want Harry Connick Jr. waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlVSxOseuhNXulYZnK1Q3ViwMTXRKf9TNKhctFx8Clol7tShyphenhyphenhTh7t7swVQq7BszBfN61QAbUDIOFeakLfBI39jLtjYnGF9oWvDe8PpCnHP3BKVe_8bxReMDOTdP19iYX8SbWc3tXLqw/s1600/Harry+Connick+Jr.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642025735762061810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqlVSxOseuhNXulYZnK1Q3ViwMTXRKf9TNKhctFx8Clol7tShyphenhyphenhTh7t7swVQq7BszBfN61QAbUDIOFeakLfBI39jLtjYnGF9oWvDe8PpCnHP3BKVe_8bxReMDOTdP19iYX8SbWc3tXLqw/s320/Harry+Connick+Jr.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <strong>My Big FAT Greek Wedding </strong></span></div>
<br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Okay, this picture of Toula, Nia Vardalos, kind of reminds me of me when I was in high school. Yes, I was frump girl. I know, it's hard to believe, ha ha!! We had a Greek family that lived next door to us and this movie reminds me of them.
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNdHuckiFqNqK-mcUwZrnBBHZdKiQ2Pca4-fcCC-mZXhwOaDc4qvE0uM8t_-08jhHQ0lK5U6Wom4AjRZqSZ-EUyxGnRs4Qauw9zRj1OSXF6-0ufZztYoFo0bTWdsZlDNG-JO_ScPMZrY/s1600/Ugly+Toula.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642025590187271074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidNdHuckiFqNqK-mcUwZrnBBHZdKiQ2Pca4-fcCC-mZXhwOaDc4qvE0uM8t_-08jhHQ0lK5U6Wom4AjRZqSZ-EUyxGnRs4Qauw9zRj1OSXF6-0ufZztYoFo0bTWdsZlDNG-JO_ScPMZrY/s320/Ugly+Toula.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Check her out in her muchly adorned wedding gown!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-7g5SsCbP918SSTpxwZhLvdvl6vXaKuMDl3UZxAvsZAowaxuptTYBrpHX7xBYoNBsX4ivYsOVniYdWPGHSulDmijJkuvTTz-2T9wuzGWGzilwTtaK3kqjR1Rny4cVkUm3BGK1GZSSKU/s1600/Bride+Toula.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642025511979313954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7-7g5SsCbP918SSTpxwZhLvdvl6vXaKuMDl3UZxAvsZAowaxuptTYBrpHX7xBYoNBsX4ivYsOVniYdWPGHSulDmijJkuvTTz-2T9wuzGWGzilwTtaK3kqjR1Rny4cVkUm3BGK1GZSSKU/s320/Bride+Toula.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <strong>The Help </strong></span></div>
<br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I loved, loved, loved the book and the movie did not disappoint me. I won't say anything about it because I don't want to spoil it. Just remember, you is kind....you is smart....you is important!!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fJn-qYeatLojb71XmDaXntVNxkLeaXGbfxvyAyEsgZpL0oRYH2Hzuw0lAlKT6OHCD2Wb4ODSfdLmou7NhSVjCle3x-0Bap69tpJlyFWgY-VWzwW9yi8nhbADAgzcr7qHNivrExu08SY/s1600/Abilene+and+Minnie.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 142px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642025111282403634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fJn-qYeatLojb71XmDaXntVNxkLeaXGbfxvyAyEsgZpL0oRYH2Hzuw0lAlKT6OHCD2Wb4ODSfdLmou7NhSVjCle3x-0Bap69tpJlyFWgY-VWzwW9yi8nhbADAgzcr7qHNivrExu08SY/s320/Abilene+and+Minnie.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Sissy Spacek was so great as Hilly's mom!
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupY2EeQRCcAgeK9-qBBcZefkM30yt34dzDjgMj7o4EM_TORoxLMKkEx52BF48E2u2BoYoA2zo5q8kZsCTwObJBM0gJ092mPIpdZZ79E5kLBGFRXHXPzHEP5-qpc3CixlTFfj_mrQEHHw/s1600/Sissy+Spacek.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 167px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642025028705324946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhupY2EeQRCcAgeK9-qBBcZefkM30yt34dzDjgMj7o4EM_TORoxLMKkEx52BF48E2u2BoYoA2zo5q8kZsCTwObJBM0gJ092mPIpdZZ79E5kLBGFRXHXPzHEP5-qpc3CixlTFfj_mrQEHHw/s320/Sissy+Spacek.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> What are some of your favorite movies?</span></div></div></div></div></div>
<br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-10828329737719946952011-07-15T19:22:00.000-07:002011-07-15T20:41:29.067-07:00Texas or Bust<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">TEXAS</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">For the 4th of July, Tommy's brother invited us to meet him and his wife and his son's house in Kyle Texas. Kyle is north of San Antonio and since it was something different to do we decided to go. We packed the day that the power went out for 9 hours and if I had been on top of things, we would have left, but we wanted to make sure our dog was okay and that she had air conditioning. Yeah I know, she like my kid, but that's just the way it is. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">We stopped just outside of New Mexico and saw this at the rest stop. Tommy couldn't resist taking a picture of this roadrunner made out of.....JUNK! It's actually kind of cool and Tommy signed his name to him to make sure everyone knew we were there. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOcJ5d90gmBZm2ajBmiGw3hMjkvMFvpSF_txdlZvInHEsP90AqGLyDzdZRensqmjL3z_xWBtunFTP5DNhV6BahSnjFmrCs838y0rBkIVs4KlaJkeskTnrRt_fVl2LShAuHz5lsh5RUicU/s1600/07+01+11_1981_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629778785339937522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOcJ5d90gmBZm2ajBmiGw3hMjkvMFvpSF_txdlZvInHEsP90AqGLyDzdZRensqmjL3z_xWBtunFTP5DNhV6BahSnjFmrCs838y0rBkIVs4KlaJkeskTnrRt_fVl2LShAuHz5lsh5RUicU/s320/07+01+11_1981_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Our first leg of the journey we drove to El Paso and stopped and got a hotel room for the night. El Paso kind of scares me because of the border town of Juarez, Mexico. It's amazing to me how close the cities are to each other with the river separating them. Anyway, on our second leg, we stopped in this little town of Fredricksburg Texas. The town was having a 4th of July celebration and we came upon this car that was parked on display. Once again, Tommy couldn't resist taking a picture.<br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9CLSaL_b64O7bODeR1kdPdwZAavUCO90iGe57-Rh6et03-zhNBKDLQReH1QSHXNTEMD3i15rHo9eabpxx4o6gzTYY6RgpQ2bLf8NX5Ljg51fWP2acrmDNZTMyQiVWEgT9G5lE8y9V04/s1600/07+02+11_1939_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629778469862508850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp9CLSaL_b64O7bODeR1kdPdwZAavUCO90iGe57-Rh6et03-zhNBKDLQReH1QSHXNTEMD3i15rHo9eabpxx4o6gzTYY6RgpQ2bLf8NX5Ljg51fWP2acrmDNZTMyQiVWEgT9G5lE8y9V04/s320/07+02+11_1939_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> All I got to say is that someone has a lot of time on their hands. The funny thing is that there was a sign posted that said, "This car is not for sale. If you want one, you'll have to make your own." Funny!!<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KpR4Wg0fPsE153RtTcoCebn6Ov93OhliP_TZbBkkGUBqnwUo5pNdKYFuN_3nkAO3zR0YNGF-wDFQa88OBWh6K4ogqhJ9Wfn_MCQBIeGatfIKi8dUP44vPMQ7bX51OBmnYwjGzfYWLVo/s1600/07+02+11_1942.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629778161791573026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3KpR4Wg0fPsE153RtTcoCebn6Ov93OhliP_TZbBkkGUBqnwUo5pNdKYFuN_3nkAO3zR0YNGF-wDFQa88OBWh6K4ogqhJ9Wfn_MCQBIeGatfIKi8dUP44vPMQ7bX51OBmnYwjGzfYWLVo/s320/07+02+11_1942.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> We made it to Albert and Berenice's house on Saturday. They live in Kyle, which is a cute little town and their neighborhood has a pool so of course we had to use it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Albert and Berenice have four girls and they are all about two years apart. So they have their hands full and it is never a dull moment! As you can see, all the girls like to hang onto their dad!<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3kSkUwOfe0nHhZgicDgSaokxW97XkKou5TFBcgUfTchBvAxZ9FZe2kI6YioqWWVDxW1vvabV2u5V5vmKwPjsuMLGtaoTZs2H_ZVUX2Hwa9pEzEaKuBpTkdK6jkNzPxj0LnTjS6YGgdM/s1600/07+02+11_1959_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629777792884402306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr3kSkUwOfe0nHhZgicDgSaokxW97XkKou5TFBcgUfTchBvAxZ9FZe2kI6YioqWWVDxW1vvabV2u5V5vmKwPjsuMLGtaoTZs2H_ZVUX2Hwa9pEzEaKuBpTkdK6jkNzPxj0LnTjS6YGgdM/s320/07+02+11_1959_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Esterlina, my sister in law and I had a great time together. Tommy's brother has always been a great example to us as well as his wife. I love spending time with them and we always have a ton of fun with them.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWxB__C-SQFaXdHO3-zwcXz2HqhZlAyZdaf0XCtDhczUqTpuMZvw050qq4TRwO-7jqhfj4ZHJvkCNY27jdCBh3S2XNYpj9PAQ4t94itjArKE4ZO4AwA-8-GeQgnu_svd3luiVQrsFzEw/s1600/07+02+11_1964_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629777502382213538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWxB__C-SQFaXdHO3-zwcXz2HqhZlAyZdaf0XCtDhczUqTpuMZvw050qq4TRwO-7jqhfj4ZHJvkCNY27jdCBh3S2XNYpj9PAQ4t94itjArKE4ZO4AwA-8-GeQgnu_svd3luiVQrsFzEw/s320/07+02+11_1964_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />On Sunday, we got up and got dressed for church. Since we were all together and in our Sunday best clothes, Tommy snapped a picture of all of us. It was fast Sunday, so if we look pained it was because we hadn't eaten!!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMB8PCFaaf7HP3BGxPtMniU1dCVTq6m5FZCK5KTsynMd4M3ByCAYTxX35TyhNmTLIlBFQOMe90pg4FcZhLtFs3KcW8AcuxSz4dcUQkVMvWT7snv0K7AnoyDVrJQOGrp_uNoS-tPltr-Q/s1600/IMG_2190_edited-2.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629776768773042690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrMB8PCFaaf7HP3BGxPtMniU1dCVTq6m5FZCK5KTsynMd4M3ByCAYTxX35TyhNmTLIlBFQOMe90pg4FcZhLtFs3KcW8AcuxSz4dcUQkVMvWT7snv0K7AnoyDVrJQOGrp_uNoS-tPltr-Q/s320/IMG_2190_edited-2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />We went to the outlet malls to shop and then to this bar-b-que place for a late lunch. It was a fun place. They had popcorn and lemonade you could buy while you waited for a table. They also had this duo singing folk songs. Do we look hungry?<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJ3sgY9WtG-D0fwvEdSsinaRb8UYoPOsS5zgWWRyu7vGro3BHbcX0vEaaMskggbC_WJR3ufJx-YsWRO05TBLevbUl8t9eRgSG5R5cn_8U0ebFGX0ZHMFVQFhCtnfpweQR44vUA8XlcbM/s1600/IMG_2205_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629776080329030770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrJ3sgY9WtG-D0fwvEdSsinaRb8UYoPOsS5zgWWRyu7vGro3BHbcX0vEaaMskggbC_WJR3ufJx-YsWRO05TBLevbUl8t9eRgSG5R5cn_8U0ebFGX0ZHMFVQFhCtnfpweQR44vUA8XlcbM/s320/IMG_2205_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgt7HUgD4tIdvPkd3SICYOnlD_jDZeSDn__7qzkwDs1ZSY0r8Pejy0ScuXF4uT6u6k9yVd-3g3skXgObdBEWtUmsp5kLUDpykle-H9Jbxh7VKKATY1UdaTTTmjeZ3qT1_deI4_GzJg4N4/s1600/IMG_2211_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629775482866763154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgt7HUgD4tIdvPkd3SICYOnlD_jDZeSDn__7qzkwDs1ZSY0r8Pejy0ScuXF4uT6u6k9yVd-3g3skXgObdBEWtUmsp5kLUDpykle-H9Jbxh7VKKATY1UdaTTTmjeZ3qT1_deI4_GzJg4N4/s320/IMG_2211_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">We took a day and spent it in San Antonio to see the Alamo and do the river walk. Okay, I know that the Alamo has a huge historical significance, but I'm sorry, it's just a building and they wouldn't let you take pictures inside. I was disappointed! </span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvun5wQE3LK7xd7Q4mNdmYvCuDAVwTRFjyD9Ve9Pki8aqPZ_P-4ICmEg5LnMaTaCK-QYgpxLtbfMiZrnMbhgC9kK_CpzRkEFNlKpP8cn9-sXIEGuF-SyTwa37V2MwiNzx6ig1EjNqre3s/s1600/IMG_2222_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629774969957215282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvun5wQE3LK7xd7Q4mNdmYvCuDAVwTRFjyD9Ve9Pki8aqPZ_P-4ICmEg5LnMaTaCK-QYgpxLtbfMiZrnMbhgC9kK_CpzRkEFNlKpP8cn9-sXIEGuF-SyTwa37V2MwiNzx6ig1EjNqre3s/s320/IMG_2222_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tPBkIXkawv-2bgajrltC8DgLe1gYCiCWpU3SaNCUOvIR0vkuzYrzyVlBA0i1xLpGWy3aj1GTu4aOoDO-EY17Iqd7mZvRLBeKZIq4IBmQKyIRUfTrRtHT7t3fRQmLW7_fclxhBBONikk/s1600/IMG_2220_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629774759984111042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5tPBkIXkawv-2bgajrltC8DgLe1gYCiCWpU3SaNCUOvIR0vkuzYrzyVlBA0i1xLpGWy3aj1GTu4aOoDO-EY17Iqd7mZvRLBeKZIq4IBmQKyIRUfTrRtHT7t3fRQmLW7_fclxhBBONikk/s320/IMG_2220_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDUutse8U6yJAUrgkgqAj8mTj4yFTEM0XVSuswfqsRidqJYjquJy4IKxaqXpn7kKq3NrS1QRjfphEK8L38r3RUui1Ni-XkOFUlhiCbbztf4vDwqZw2aCP1neF-gYJ5xpeXRTTOm9dm_6I/s1600/IMG_2228_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629774388875487826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDUutse8U6yJAUrgkgqAj8mTj4yFTEM0XVSuswfqsRidqJYjquJy4IKxaqXpn7kKq3NrS1QRjfphEK8L38r3RUui1Ni-XkOFUlhiCbbztf4vDwqZw2aCP1neF-gYJ5xpeXRTTOm9dm_6I/s320/IMG_2228_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMD0i8xShgc2plWY6L_D4PqObcNovLZ0j7ibKO_ykJHI_EaYhts2MX9GoYZt-2kyzrEo39i-iKzrEVERnlqVugg79hobr33LjlVJI4QGg8QBajdnCXgt-oFIw5bFhJn0lVinpETzLsLg/s1600/IMG_2227_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629774162820304834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaMD0i8xShgc2plWY6L_D4PqObcNovLZ0j7ibKO_ykJHI_EaYhts2MX9GoYZt-2kyzrEo39i-iKzrEVERnlqVugg79hobr33LjlVJI4QGg8QBajdnCXgt-oFIw5bFhJn0lVinpETzLsLg/s320/IMG_2227_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> After the Alamo, we went and did the river walk. It was pretty, but very hot, and humid. Not much to see but restaurants and hotels along the bank of the river.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2thhwdR_laj8xd2Cvd71RLFyWZ7YKEcbCOJDQtt7C-wFtlTimtJKKTrSn6F5oq4urkrahryidJKJoxzSkg89OOPV4hYyIEqoqdk-RRUMvJn-sxcxLCuhfOqn-B8QWDuxoSw7Gok26Mg/s1600/IMG_2230_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629773691722627042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd2thhwdR_laj8xd2Cvd71RLFyWZ7YKEcbCOJDQtt7C-wFtlTimtJKKTrSn6F5oq4urkrahryidJKJoxzSkg89OOPV4hYyIEqoqdk-RRUMvJn-sxcxLCuhfOqn-B8QWDuxoSw7Gok26Mg/s320/IMG_2230_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SFjdQ1znW7FgkOGfFwb8NpfZohRk-yCse9tKhZSXARAlveAcdGqwO_cZrfXZJfE5ernqzoHjPkgujYjxs_wGnAdtmNpgVXDCeEDJo4bbjTnJ748xPWqVfcDHheaHd-acXSWNYl7B73k/s1600/IMG_2232_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629773338925205554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1SFjdQ1znW7FgkOGfFwb8NpfZohRk-yCse9tKhZSXARAlveAcdGqwO_cZrfXZJfE5ernqzoHjPkgujYjxs_wGnAdtmNpgVXDCeEDJo4bbjTnJ748xPWqVfcDHheaHd-acXSWNYl7B73k/s320/IMG_2232_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Berenice is just a crack up and so much fun. She's a pretty darn good cook too!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUbASvv1baNWeqPQc4liJuywJR9Yj6AwBvMKPf7Dnh5rDbUVtvFopes2aMduZrIOGeLlGQ1WEZNN2LhpTpzK9ALj8c6sE65OJasXN0lTs2ygWM0p8RBDGHFBeNnh0f2x2EZSiI0vxt70/s1600/IMG_2249_edited-2.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629772833645262658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYUbASvv1baNWeqPQc4liJuywJR9Yj6AwBvMKPf7Dnh5rDbUVtvFopes2aMduZrIOGeLlGQ1WEZNN2LhpTpzK9ALj8c6sE65OJasXN0lTs2ygWM0p8RBDGHFBeNnh0f2x2EZSiI0vxt70/s320/IMG_2249_edited-2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Our next to last day there, we went to a place called Hamilton Pools. This was my favorite place! It is a swimming hole that is kind of out in the middle of nowhere. When it rains, there is a waterfall that spills into the pool.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorXO-Vcf33JLZwR1s2aaWIaOurBYzQAMcQPUMMbh96DVFv0VTLzV_sR5JSF_SznmpjY3USKMp_7YIp09O8og6-KE_CPt6FfYnfGvAo92cchOy8-VExm1hfCWUx0DXxXF1nTMyYmDRaMY/s1600/IMG_2298_edited-2.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629772475686371602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorXO-Vcf33JLZwR1s2aaWIaOurBYzQAMcQPUMMbh96DVFv0VTLzV_sR5JSF_SznmpjY3USKMp_7YIp09O8og6-KE_CPt6FfYnfGvAo92cchOy8-VExm1hfCWUx0DXxXF1nTMyYmDRaMY/s320/IMG_2298_edited-2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> In some areas the pool was 30 feet deep and there were HUGE fish and snapping turtles. The turtles were so cute, but we didn't get too close. We hiked down in with a large picnic of chicken, tortillas, hummus, tomatoes, crackers, cheese, and drinks. It was busy but fun and very relaxing. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love this picture of Tommy...Isn't he cute!!<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKUCa_3CZ3lzRiWSyd1-MLsAKig0FY3vUq-QvWyAtba1LAc9f5z85UL9YZIsBr2Lf8gmZ_KIKgyFXM8xec4GFqsDlkHAMH34n72CqMw_UfGqjTfGPHHp02cDJWC5Pu2HJ2lBBb23UGrg/s1600/IMG_2340_edited-2.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629771666300006738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoKUCa_3CZ3lzRiWSyd1-MLsAKig0FY3vUq-QvWyAtba1LAc9f5z85UL9YZIsBr2Lf8gmZ_KIKgyFXM8xec4GFqsDlkHAMH34n72CqMw_UfGqjTfGPHHp02cDJWC5Pu2HJ2lBBb23UGrg/s320/IMG_2340_edited-2.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />This is so not a flattering profile picture of me, but hey, it is what it is! This is the deep end of the pool and we are all standing and sitting on rocks.<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVjN4jFGrkNYjnjcU5RmzWxvt9RWw4OJYb1MWjNzru4bbdRb1FxbdiaG2ghPoJpoDR8-J5zKb6jpzx6ocOld198urKNwt53mEjqptvIgK3QXQVQG1-4_hQJ7IAagSNN4T3BfQTkEYR3o/s1600/IMG_2292_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629771103223835762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEVjN4jFGrkNYjnjcU5RmzWxvt9RWw4OJYb1MWjNzru4bbdRb1FxbdiaG2ghPoJpoDR8-J5zKb6jpzx6ocOld198urKNwt53mEjqptvIgK3QXQVQG1-4_hQJ7IAagSNN4T3BfQTkEYR3o/s320/IMG_2292_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">After our stay in Kyle, we then went and spent a few days with a good friend in San Angelo. Unfortunately, Tommy kept forgetting to take his camera with him or I would have some great pictures of me wiping out on the tube being pulled by a speed boat. </span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>OR BUST</strong> </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Texas is all about the food and bar-b-que. I have never ate so much in my life and like I said earlier, Berenice is a really good cook. Bar-b-que chicken, enchiladas, homemade peach cobbler, ice cream, you name it, and I swear, we ate it! Tommy and I both came home with an extra five pounds to loose. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sorry it's such a long post, but it sure was a lot of fun!!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-67100448195416067972011-06-04T09:20:00.000-07:002011-06-04T10:03:44.787-07:00Quilts<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>When I was about 10 years old I begged my mom to teach me how to sew. For months she would tell me I was too young until one day she got tired of me pestering her about it that she finally did. I love to sew and bought my first sewing machine within the first year I was married. I think it cost me about $100. Well that same machine has been with me for over 30 years and no longer operates properly. So as I was listening to my friend Wendi talk, and I would go to her house and see all these wonderful things she would sew, that I decided to buy a brand new sewing machine. Wendi sews beautifully and is very creative in the things she makes....not like her friend who has to have a pattern for everything she does. Now, I haven't sewn for a very long time and still have not sewn anything on my new Bernina so Wendi had me come to her house and pick fabric out of her scraps, and vast assortment of fabrics she has collected so that I could start my own quilt. How generous is that!! So I have started to cut fabric to make my very first quilt. I can't tell you enough how excited I am! Did I say that I was excited? So I will post pictures of my project, but in the mean time, here are a few pictures of some quilts I came across while browsing the Internet. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimarLm90l1GBfr7lVo-M5ta4Lp-JH6fcLSf_ATMsCX_Hq_NMirNqqzSRa1eW6qH1LZcCcICRzK-X0-_ZVYmCDebGX4bXevVYwS1NCjEpZm0oSG_Fiib1XbCpH6PHpzrwuRFNyKZ30Cg-4/s1600/bricks_cobbles.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614405344282686226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimarLm90l1GBfr7lVo-M5ta4Lp-JH6fcLSf_ATMsCX_Hq_NMirNqqzSRa1eW6qH1LZcCcICRzK-X0-_ZVYmCDebGX4bXevVYwS1NCjEpZm0oSG_Fiib1XbCpH6PHpzrwuRFNyKZ30Cg-4/s320/bricks_cobbles.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong> I think these two quilts are very fun and bright. It looks like a ton of work but maybe I'll get good enough that I can create something like these. </strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEHpun-GzSkSVsE71Jyu-yQX2oaiEC5ALOP-SUm0xrMf0wx9Hx574Av2PMUWGWmeOTFF1jqzrVvcwN3jOyPeiFQcEPGnkCTXPZJvnTlgY1Bx2-5koS2_absJbOwPIRjkl1TCtEt-a6Zw/s1600/batik_fourpatch.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614405190844197346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqEHpun-GzSkSVsE71Jyu-yQX2oaiEC5ALOP-SUm0xrMf0wx9Hx574Av2PMUWGWmeOTFF1jqzrVvcwN3jOyPeiFQcEPGnkCTXPZJvnTlgY1Bx2-5koS2_absJbOwPIRjkl1TCtEt-a6Zw/s320/batik_fourpatch.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong> I love the baby quilts. The one below is really cute and kind of funny! Since I don't have any grand babies yet, maybe I should just concentrate on non-gender specific baby quilts!<br /><br /><br /></strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAD2F_W5OrSlAXJKGabILTAagZIbrpc7nOW3m2nVFbuSKAILllD-Wjw1V1WkggN3V8S_cWyzntbT4V9bzgv4aDRdymZuwZs5I365PWiPzM170F-cAEvOvlk7Z3tFfFbIfVM3d1zzVaEs/s1600/Day-at-the-Zoo-Quilt.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614405103900980434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAD2F_W5OrSlAXJKGabILTAagZIbrpc7nOW3m2nVFbuSKAILllD-Wjw1V1WkggN3V8S_cWyzntbT4V9bzgv4aDRdymZuwZs5I365PWiPzM170F-cAEvOvlk7Z3tFfFbIfVM3d1zzVaEs/s320/Day-at-the-Zoo-Quilt.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><br />The one below reminds me of Noah's ark, although there isn't an ark in the picture. It is really cute and I would LOVE to make this for a grand baby or shower gift. We'll see!<br /><br /></strong></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXCr1QYqBxzZEfl1vu91W6oIJk0d8Y5lZfihED8ZEHvb1SOzMXzVxi-GrkMhDSqernZIUxTimVUVqB6MtvNnCoC7iJHrYFlAhW5XLFhFhSFwj0wqkyKBfeo4NpYKQg8KJLbBuujks9gQ/s1600/African_Adventure-Baby-Quilt.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614404997229554258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXCr1QYqBxzZEfl1vu91W6oIJk0d8Y5lZfihED8ZEHvb1SOzMXzVxi-GrkMhDSqernZIUxTimVUVqB6MtvNnCoC7iJHrYFlAhW5XLFhFhSFwj0wqkyKBfeo4NpYKQg8KJLbBuujks9gQ/s320/African_Adventure-Baby-Quilt.jpg" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>This one is cute too! It doesn't look to hard and although I think this is meant to hang on a wall, I would make it so it fit a bed, or crib, or maybe my California king size bed! Actually, I do want to make one for my bed just one that is a little more grown up and sophisticated...Ha! Who am I kidding!!<br /></strong></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614404566569384546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaL1Bd5wOCUFzVCfBUhN1X_c-Rd_7JrxQ1q5Oz39GMgGYQRHdmcsLhj_ra7dOMoku_ZiyO7szNcw4BNhUI9ooWiWlRTzSIXYrAZmj_o1SMZ22M3idqfEwvwJ12kwofV9XXRNVkbZycnwY/s320/Quilt+Pictures.jpg" /> Once again, did I tell you I was excited. I am doing the pattern a square within a square and poor Wendi had to explain it to me a million times. Hopefully after this quilt, we can talk about the weather or our husbands instead of her explaining it too me time after time</strong></span>! </div></div><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-78942656543104159612011-05-25T19:00:00.000-07:002011-05-25T20:21:53.805-07:00*M E X I C O*<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It has been a little while since we have been home from our trip and I thought I would throw some pictures out there. I LOVE Mexico City! I LOVE the people! I LOVE the food! I LOVE everything about the place...so far! We are fortunate in that we have family that lives there and takes us to all the fun, beautiful, safe places to visit. They are so wonderful and so accommodating. I really love that the people don't have much, but what they have they take care of and they use. Family is the most important thing to them, as it should be for all of us. Well, let's get on with the pictures!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxJvckBP9fW0XwDAJiC7pVn4i6S0IOKcaq_7rcG_u5M-Xqq18mkPEui9uHNmaFH4AL9_4kW3qGAfksHufE_EtdqFydKuY2-rZFY897D1BbbyP7lbOCulSXBLuU15x4W2W3TeCGDt7Lb8/s1600/04+23+11_0103.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610850385176987122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxJvckBP9fW0XwDAJiC7pVn4i6S0IOKcaq_7rcG_u5M-Xqq18mkPEui9uHNmaFH4AL9_4kW3qGAfksHufE_EtdqFydKuY2-rZFY897D1BbbyP7lbOCulSXBLuU15x4W2W3TeCGDt7Lb8/s320/04+23+11_0103.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Our niece and her family took us to this outdoor restaurant that was surrounded by a wooded area. It was nice, cool, and of course the food was great! As you can see, I LOVED what I got. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmYQPJfQjucBXkYUoLwr_pjZrDCHhVCQ8X28gw22ScsDBpOikBTOBeG_yLnCArJLPNQuld9GACd51u2olx3tRl2jPJtGexvtLYIWDn4e296SBgzL35l2SRWkPDqF398TjM9Lm5Dw9OmA/s1600/04+27+11_0393.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610849530807585938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDmYQPJfQjucBXkYUoLwr_pjZrDCHhVCQ8X28gw22ScsDBpOikBTOBeG_yLnCArJLPNQuld9GACd51u2olx3tRl2jPJtGexvtLYIWDn4e296SBgzL35l2SRWkPDqF398TjM9Lm5Dw9OmA/s320/04+27+11_0393.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> We were invited one evening to our nephew and his family's house to eat. Clockwise from me is Jose, my sister in law, Brenda and Monica her daughters, and Lorena, my nephew's wife. Their home is beautiful! It is very simply decorated and of course the food was so good!<br /><br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggszeIYKs9srWxU0J8CxwM2lgue66jiq9MgjFO5MUtlsvFxezY0IZSCtwSrvAL8bAAlOjdYdlrzllfMcduK4GBGSh7KqsKXwcnZPWVFjjzeR3wlGhr6f9_7EQvrR9gBHTIN4kYYJqfpFg/s1600/04+27+11_0225.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610848711595807266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggszeIYKs9srWxU0J8CxwM2lgue66jiq9MgjFO5MUtlsvFxezY0IZSCtwSrvAL8bAAlOjdYdlrzllfMcduK4GBGSh7KqsKXwcnZPWVFjjzeR3wlGhr6f9_7EQvrR9gBHTIN4kYYJqfpFg/s320/04+27+11_0225.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> One morning we went into the heart of the city and had churros and hot chocolate for breakfast. That same day, we had these very greasy, yummy tacos, and that night had some very rich food for dinner. Well let's just say that the next day I was miserable, and stayed in bed the entire day. Happy to report that it only lasted one day.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtoJJsMrIHavam8pczGeLbMBLdkDRr9t0flgqadRe07AXi52AQTYxHx-Mk91zyOu1wIYb94gwtPw-Y59gchwO41FxSrH38lPO7qP5GPOLURPoAZTYYPJAngQ3eebFJDKsF8GBQrb3s9o/s1600/04+26+11_0400.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610848149221251810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwtoJJsMrIHavam8pczGeLbMBLdkDRr9t0flgqadRe07AXi52AQTYxHx-Mk91zyOu1wIYb94gwtPw-Y59gchwO41FxSrH38lPO7qP5GPOLURPoAZTYYPJAngQ3eebFJDKsF8GBQrb3s9o/s320/04+26+11_0400.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Tommy and I were able to attend a temple session at the Mexico City temple. The grounds were beautiful and the taxi ride was a hoot! Luckily, our taxi driver was so nice, his car was clean, and he was funny. It took us over an hour to get there and about 1.5 hours to get back.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEPceungT9cONxRxOZwfphd05GNYhXqxLZrCWUazCAFn2zGReXfnVyh3eWnHe3-MpiNVuivtvz7l_GcqyP1dsBze84izeXXIdRfnhjffdpIov-EJFkUGOu4yL3JSvuwP8wh_eZ60KKKrU/s1600/04+24+11_0546.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610847345520809266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEPceungT9cONxRxOZwfphd05GNYhXqxLZrCWUazCAFn2zGReXfnVyh3eWnHe3-MpiNVuivtvz7l_GcqyP1dsBze84izeXXIdRfnhjffdpIov-EJFkUGOu4yL3JSvuwP8wh_eZ60KKKrU/s320/04+24+11_0546.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This is Armando and he is getting dinner ready. On Easter we had a feast! Carne asada, grilled nopales, onion, beans, chorizo, tortillas, guacamole, and more. It was so divine!! I'm telling you it is all about the food, and they do it up good!<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqu5pfa-hoUoA3N6dsoi7NyKso1yj9TaZcYKfopvwnON67hq3amXpcHNtfXVRk46gGYsBim-VKYebt5D9KRengGkwe61X9x1A4vGf_ttp7vgtLYWhV_vsuXRfGr0DmBaKfYu6R7TE264/s1600/04+24+11_1593_edited-1.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610846404491644226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigqu5pfa-hoUoA3N6dsoi7NyKso1yj9TaZcYKfopvwnON67hq3amXpcHNtfXVRk46gGYsBim-VKYebt5D9KRengGkwe61X9x1A4vGf_ttp7vgtLYWhV_vsuXRfGr0DmBaKfYu6R7TE264/s320/04+24+11_1593_edited-1.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Monica and her family took us to the university to show us where her and her husband Paco work. It was such a nice relaxing day and we ate at the coffee shop there. On the grounds near the admin. building, all of the people that live nearby bring their dogs to run around. We aren't talking mutts either. Pure bread golden retrievers, st. Bernard's, and all other kind. I love dogs and I was in hog heaven!<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypQh_jCussQyVfAcQhqM1QL2_KBBsXqtLlya7Vrg-KVMDu9mBzlK2aeYw1eghgZMF-cHohgASWwpVLjgfolyB0kTV4dwSU_9Gs54HAXflcUGuToG0nSoP3zhjBdf-C8Ph0-R_Zwyv1JU/s1600/04+29+11_0684.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610844922555528130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypQh_jCussQyVfAcQhqM1QL2_KBBsXqtLlya7Vrg-KVMDu9mBzlK2aeYw1eghgZMF-cHohgASWwpVLjgfolyB0kTV4dwSU_9Gs54HAXflcUGuToG0nSoP3zhjBdf-C8Ph0-R_Zwyv1JU/s320/04+29+11_0684.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> We drove up to this small village to see the largest rock formation in the world. I know, boring, but the walk up had all these wonderful shops to buy all sorts of fun things. I really wish I could have brought a uhaul with me so I could by all the wonderful junk to bring home. Oh, yes, Montezuma decided to visit the day before, but I won the battle and climbed all the way to the bottom of the rock formation. Take that Montezuma!!</span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifACuP3m-IDPGucwqYwAlcCPOiWSHzvpZsGbxWYXAihS39lkBR6FmEOzdXSL4zVrfzST_U8Le_l-npHZBdVKPyuV_2U1-_KM5kW_bsAJfuWjPW3uFWw7SUeuQCr-8_zR6jrLRavU0R4Ng/s1600/04+29+11_0700.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610844266209935666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifACuP3m-IDPGucwqYwAlcCPOiWSHzvpZsGbxWYXAihS39lkBR6FmEOzdXSL4zVrfzST_U8Le_l-npHZBdVKPyuV_2U1-_KM5kW_bsAJfuWjPW3uFWw7SUeuQCr-8_zR6jrLRavU0R4Ng/s320/04+29+11_0700.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Before the hike to the rock thing, we stopped and ate at this hotel. It was so quaint and beautiful. I loved the arches and details on the arches. Above in front is Paco, then Armando, Jose, Monica, Armando Jr., Lorena, me and Tommy. </span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5UzqEbRG2697G41twCczNq2tPpa6ZTyEvtWhW86eK5PQArA013Y_V706IG1cMZhYlIPDDlRsDmbURLrKIeHR3pc8f2R5TyDln72WOCsjuDmExKpqeU_CP5MzaKYWS-wM3B4uW8XXd28/s1600/04+30+11_0676.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610843701992570066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji5UzqEbRG2697G41twCczNq2tPpa6ZTyEvtWhW86eK5PQArA013Y_V706IG1cMZhYlIPDDlRsDmbURLrKIeHR3pc8f2R5TyDln72WOCsjuDmExKpqeU_CP5MzaKYWS-wM3B4uW8XXd28/s320/04+30+11_0676.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> After our shopping trip, we went to this resort and spent a night and day. It was gorgeous! The pools had a natural hot spring and unfortunately, I didn't bring my suit. I was so tempted just to jump in. Note to self, never go anywhere without your suit! In the picture is Tommy, Karen, Rick, Iris, and me. Rick and Armando Jr. are twins.<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4uMPkJcbGe00C3Uxtw-FZ5XQkYtFQNGTOQzfKEqV2sh-1jPkm9soW1qiCEufTmShUN7WHBdlvJ8H0rYV09kPTK5ztdkay93A7LCJO_4T_9SKbv6e64K6FDfPn5Y7KWiGvCWn2ISpNwc/s1600/04+30+11_0591.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610843010039317138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4uMPkJcbGe00C3Uxtw-FZ5XQkYtFQNGTOQzfKEqV2sh-1jPkm9soW1qiCEufTmShUN7WHBdlvJ8H0rYV09kPTK5ztdkay93A7LCJO_4T_9SKbv6e64K6FDfPn5Y7KWiGvCWn2ISpNwc/s320/04+30+11_0591.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> We found this outside restaurant that served barbacoa, which is......drum roll........goat meat cooked in a pit. It was yummy and the soup they made from it was better than any soup I have ever had. They also made fresh corn tortillas. Once again, it's all about the food!!<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswPpRdA7w_YOl3kCf6RlrikuAreBIB0XnFNebDi9p3y9KrM2GWNncKDh9fZZclQVMOslJ_UhQKjBIofyTq1FpDghXHJwVtIa8lo0x9KaYkGFyPC-QK5vhE109f-hyYfBIKwygcW2tBlE/s1600/04+29+11_0770.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610842466376704402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhswPpRdA7w_YOl3kCf6RlrikuAreBIB0XnFNebDi9p3y9KrM2GWNncKDh9fZZclQVMOslJ_UhQKjBIofyTq1FpDghXHJwVtIa8lo0x9KaYkGFyPC-QK5vhE109f-hyYfBIKwygcW2tBlE/s320/04+29+11_0770.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> On the way up to the resort we stopped and took a picture of all of us. Paco and Monica own land just outside the resort and will start building a vacation home this year. Can't wait!<br /><br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4519dqJktr7nyylwYirMuFPpkFmy7vQ1_cQ7USPwssPgfRYsGIg8YMVVPoBk4fCtjoabban03jKXUn2bCb_DkVfcqwGtdwqTrzg0VB6vz_ItR3P4FNLBlDwZIiuR9D0A9QL7I0G8bkbk/s1600/04+30+11_0678.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610841528629152962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4519dqJktr7nyylwYirMuFPpkFmy7vQ1_cQ7USPwssPgfRYsGIg8YMVVPoBk4fCtjoabban03jKXUn2bCb_DkVfcqwGtdwqTrzg0VB6vz_ItR3P4FNLBlDwZIiuR9D0A9QL7I0G8bkbk/s320/04+30+11_0678.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This is a picture of the resort as you come in from the road above. Its so nice and secluded. </span></div><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHCQFKANlh2MhGRXTG_QZN8AVs1wdczb4ed2OrgggWpIRJHQf4i4jqBKuS5fDLoHrE7GDOtgGOyHZtozNeiHwzVqjUPDMsEFrRO_q0VV_h_pCfUelNekOgdgFj8X2WO_CNEl_BMVOP-8/s1600/04+30+11_0598.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610840741946062418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcHCQFKANlh2MhGRXTG_QZN8AVs1wdczb4ed2OrgggWpIRJHQf4i4jqBKuS5fDLoHrE7GDOtgGOyHZtozNeiHwzVqjUPDMsEFrRO_q0VV_h_pCfUelNekOgdgFj8X2WO_CNEl_BMVOP-8/s320/04+30+11_0598.JPG" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> After the kids had eaten, the parents made them walk a few laps around the pool so they wouldn't get cramps. It was so funny watching them all walk around and around. They all got along great, and not one time did they fight with each other. Yes, there is only one boy cousin, but he's a good sport! </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">I can't wait to go back and I think I could even live there for a summer or maybe even long enough to serve a mission there. Hopefully we can get back, soon!</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-79317276040372586222011-05-06T17:40:00.000-07:002011-05-06T18:29:43.369-07:00Mother's Day<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">With Mother's Day approaching I wanted to pay a tribute to my mom. She had a tough life, and was sick most of the time that I remember, but I still have some really great memories of her. My mom suffered from depression and had a bi-polar disorder that she battled most of my childhood and adult life. But considering all that she went through, I think she did a wonderful job of being a mom and wife. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603771604713647506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6e31BMHQUwz38I6BdlBqu4NmIUleXekdr1vQW8cjYSnEBSILlOBVhqoifN8Ikejj8Zd2MpoIY7VHhMJWEJn0MjiJMc6LwcpmDM8OAjlU3ORvDhRu8KegqK4tTZ5OVBj9UcDgFGYISAs/s320/Mom+with+Necklace.jpg" /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Wasn't she a looker! She was a very pretty young lady and as she got older, and aged, she still had the prettiest skin ever. I remember her telling me to always wear sunscreen even though not much was known about sun damage and skin cancer. Every night she would wash and clean her face with ponds cold cream. I think that's why she had such pretty skin. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHKvvdeFUg150XBgdpBFlzbkBdkgSGnAmPy23e3dV-K3R-CdZ3KSKD-7lisRYtE2ZV30DY75wHJj2TBU4qvOnJgMjloINLxttUdaEQ0SKrZmHJ3lchyo4Z1MNYD9Lh94Ods779TRDW4Y/s1600/Mom+and+Gayle.jpg"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603771444705803938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHKvvdeFUg150XBgdpBFlzbkBdkgSGnAmPy23e3dV-K3R-CdZ3KSKD-7lisRYtE2ZV30DY75wHJj2TBU4qvOnJgMjloINLxttUdaEQ0SKrZmHJ3lchyo4Z1MNYD9Lh94Ods779TRDW4Y/s320/Mom+and+Gayle.jpg" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />This is my mom with my sister, just outside their new home. My mom really loved us and she was quite the talented lady. She sewed most of our clothes, and taught me how to sew when I was in 6th grade. She made some beautiful dresses for me and my sister. Every Easter we were always decked out in matching dresses, shoes, and gloves. She also taught me to crochet and cook. I love to crochet, and really hate to cook so I guess the cooking lessons didn't help me too much!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603770785619259106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisD4nGZzMhAqOgb7SiCM_j37stvHAl-HXQmuobD6hyHRz0DPP0EA38V3yqtZzHDhVg4SyZhAF35ScC4duR0GNsOGG0ch1aovgYypY1vyizD8hHL_dffDWn4AhSL9RN42M1Sb4M6sgYCrg/s320/Mom+at+Dentist.jpg" /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My mom worked for Dr. Telford, a dentist in downtown Mesa as a dental assistant. She truly loved her job and was really good with people. I remember that when I was younger, she became a Welcome Wagon Hostess and would be gone 2 or 3 days a week, welcoming newcomers to the Mesa area. She made a lot of friends doing this and kept in touch with them long after she quit. She had a special talent of taking care of the elderly, and even though she sometimes complained about not having enough time for herself, she would faithfully go over and do whatever it was they needed at the time. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603769807537092178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii-XXqVs-AESeUvztmhfTC3Q2YHzdWyGuH3SEcPPKerIJQeEg5O7GMRTfvp3xfgvKadKV2JQUjNC9k5w0dWnnRk-dQmcWspSXt8TPH37o3DaxF5DZOm_rma-AiMSkia-jIkoNzT-dr_Z8/s320/Top-17.jpg" /></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">My dad worked night driving a truck and he would be gone for 2 nights at a time. Those were the nights that we had all the good stuff that my dad didn't like to eat for dinner. Like french toast, eggs, popcorn, and sometimes it was Sandy Drive In hamburgers. The best were the nights we would head to the drive in to watch movies. My sister, brother, and I would get dressed in our p.j.'s and always would fall asleep before the 2nd movie was over. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I was rather sickly when I was a child and these are the times I remember her the most. It didn't matter how tired or sick she was, she was always there to make sure I was okay. I remember having pneumonia and had been cooped up in the house for over 2 weeks. One night she decided that we were going to go for a short drive to get Dairy Queen and just get me out of the house to see some new scenery. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">When I had braces on my teeth and had just been to the orthodontist, she would make me pancakes that night for dinner. The school's I attended were just down the street from our house. So come rain or shine, I walked to school, but when it was cold and rainy, my mom would meet me at the door with hot chocolate and a blanket to wrap up in. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">As she got older and couldn't care for herself, she lived with me for 3 years. I really don't think I did her justice with the care I gave her. I was not very patient and I complained a lot. If I had to do things over again, I would have quit my job and taken care of her the way she deserved. </span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I love you and miss you! I hope that you will forgive me for complaining. </span></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-7985324308628446042011-05-01T14:33:00.000-07:002011-05-01T14:37:33.656-07:00Mothers Day Certificate<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Okay, I am still in Mexico and usually don't enter raffles, but I would like to win this one. If you are looking for a great gift for you or your mom, visit the link below. It has some great deals! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://codystephsunderhaus.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">http://codystephsunderhaus.blogspot.com</span></a></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"></span>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-64211700029382834002011-04-17T19:16:00.000-07:002011-04-17T19:35:40.889-07:00Mexico Bound<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">We just finished watching a special on NBC about the drug cartels and the killing and violence going on in Mexico. Why we watched it I don't know because in just a few short days we are on our way to Mexico City to visit family. However, I'm really looking forward to the trip and to seeing family. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tommy's brother lives in Mexico City and we go visit about every 3 years. The last time we were there, we had so much fun and a lot has happened while we were gone. My sister in law has battled a brain tumor and has won! I'm not sure what type of cancer or where it was located, but in my opinion, any brain tumor isn't good. They also have the nicest and loving est family and so I'm sure that she the best care they could give her. They have also sold and built another house. Armando, Tommy's brother is so talented in that he can build just about anything, as well as tile, plumb, and do the electrical. The last time we visited we were able to do a bit of traveling and see some of the prettiest towns in Mexico. We visited Morelli, which is where Tommy's mom was born. Such a pretty city! We also traveled to Leon to see Armando's son and family. Leon is known for leather as in shoes, jackets, wallets, etc...If we go again, I'm buying, buying, buying!! </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Well wish us luck that we get there and return without incident, which I'm sure we will. Pictures and our travel experiences to come later! ADIOS MIS AMIGOS!!</span></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-88755242077219837622011-04-02T20:57:00.000-07:002011-04-02T21:25:45.679-07:00Massage<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">For most of you that know me, know that I have various and assorted knots in my shoulders from working out or stress. I have nothing to be stressed about so I think it's from my workouts. I also have problems with those muscles in my shoulders pulling and causing problems with my neck and headaches. I tend to not do anything about them until I am DYING and can't stand the pain any longer. Luckily for me, I happened upon a status update on facebook from a friend asking to trade massage for house cleaning. I like to clean. Yes, there I said it. I like to clean. It's my therapy, it's instant gratification for me. It make me feel good after it is done, that I have accomplished something that is visible. So I responded to her status and a deal was made. Three hours of cleaning for a 90 minute massage...I should say, 90 minutes of a painful HEAVEN! I say painful because when she hits those areas and follows them to get the "crackles" out, it hurts. But afterwards, it is so wonderful! I have been cleaning for about a month now and I know that I have gotten the better end of this deal. My last visit to her house for my trip to heaven was probably the best massage yet. My right shoulder and neck area was really tight and after about an hour of her massaging, and I mean DEEP massaging, my muscles finally relaxed. I am happy to report that since Wednesday, I haven't felt any knots and for the first time in a very LONG time, I am relaxed. I have been trying to be more aware of how I position my shoulders while sitting, sleeping, walking, working out, etc...I hug a pillow at night, and I think that has contributed to my knots. It has taken me a few nights to get used to not having the pillow, and now I no longer need it. I am looking forward to my next massage without having the pain of those tender areas. I love this arrangement! I am definitely getting the better end of this deal. Thanks Terina! </span></strong></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-66366287243206531282011-03-10T14:44:00.000-08:002011-03-10T15:53:27.927-08:00She's At It Again<span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family: verdana;">I have quite the talented daughter in law. She is so creative and patient! She has made several cakes for family members and co-workers. This is one that she did that turned out so awesome!</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6vVCFjHzKMhxqqaMrNbsqP_QXE3I2h4fYejOMiDuEahFmaUgTmpg_o0AR8sqW8CjYf5lWfRqFhwkk5aFHt363SY_r7qKemzwhitzq8ZyTF5AJ0ybFVh9M-SJt3ZAMPtnI5rm0HCXQ80/s1600/HPIM0437.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw6vVCFjHzKMhxqqaMrNbsqP_QXE3I2h4fYejOMiDuEahFmaUgTmpg_o0AR8sqW8CjYf5lWfRqFhwkk5aFHt363SY_r7qKemzwhitzq8ZyTF5AJ0ybFVh9M-SJt3ZAMPtnI5rm0HCXQ80/s320/HPIM0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582588206124308402" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Whenever she decides to do one of her creations, it is a huge undertaking. Good thing I have plenty of counter space!<br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9knDajJGdSPo9IEFvHR-FHRiTcDuVIVpmo0MW2dyS0Ayf4AJlk5TnfGoM4SXcRkto8HteisvtWp0SWtTmbVX9Bqm75qbrCf75D9Eij1nQLPFe1BpmR4-QnTQj_Wkls50qt1E_9vWT3Fg/s1600/HPIM0439.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9knDajJGdSPo9IEFvHR-FHRiTcDuVIVpmo0MW2dyS0Ayf4AJlk5TnfGoM4SXcRkto8HteisvtWp0SWtTmbVX9Bqm75qbrCf75D9Eij1nQLPFe1BpmR4-QnTQj_Wkls50qt1E_9vWT3Fg/s320/HPIM0439.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582589155759945698" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Andy usually helps in these creations, but I think he is mostly there so he can eat the cake that gets trimmed off.<br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4OhGp9dEYQ_yxK28Hjz5XxYWMKaITDYbSaItOM94fMHUiCv-du2GPRIxS3ZGronwdc4_S0Fg2FhrYVgpTgkK98Yp079NJSQYeozHz9xT53Dq3Bf2f9MMIsgEx-GGkv3Mbt0S9LjeuwU/s1600/HPIM0442.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4OhGp9dEYQ_yxK28Hjz5XxYWMKaITDYbSaItOM94fMHUiCv-du2GPRIxS3ZGronwdc4_S0Fg2FhrYVgpTgkK98Yp079NJSQYeozHz9xT53Dq3Bf2f9MMIsgEx-GGkv3Mbt0S9LjeuwU/s320/HPIM0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582588127617750690" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The baked potato cake had about 7 layers of cake and frosting. This one was only 2 or maybe 3. Let's face it, I'm not that creative and I was just there for the cake scraps too!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyspgoMJT4m-wUWJWnIZw4QP3lLqd-oXxnE2UOy9gS3JHhkVc2fOci7bFhXxoBN5jtGbIG6gCbkm961SwJ8b1bXyLm-MD1HjiDXEV-eN-IQGfvmI4ipW2BhwpeUO_cEogvA3pid3hUPmo/s1600/HPIM0444.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyspgoMJT4m-wUWJWnIZw4QP3lLqd-oXxnE2UOy9gS3JHhkVc2fOci7bFhXxoBN5jtGbIG6gCbkm961SwJ8b1bXyLm-MD1HjiDXEV-eN-IQGfvmI4ipW2BhwpeUO_cEogvA3pid3hUPmo/s320/HPIM0444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582588060934865650" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Yes, it will be a guitar cake. My idea was to just frost the "rock band" guitar and have a store bought cake. Luckily she ignored me.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWZ6xvJSq7DxJtvzjlAepk6FS5OSjJz-VMA_v0cnvPKm_4I-YhTdt6qjGxTrRYPlU6l6KRqUiaY-grRM8bRXmAznwVgMOYYH-gEtbtgfVuFspmGV4m8aubaA8Gx4T6aoHZK56EQx9Zc8/s1600/HPIM0447.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirWZ6xvJSq7DxJtvzjlAepk6FS5OSjJz-VMA_v0cnvPKm_4I-YhTdt6qjGxTrRYPlU6l6KRqUiaY-grRM8bRXmAznwVgMOYYH-gEtbtgfVuFspmGV4m8aubaA8Gx4T6aoHZK56EQx9Zc8/s320/HPIM0447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582587986383602882" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Cutting out the pattern.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01IPrhNKHAB74QY8WAuVeqLQrEptvd5IlmgssvZu2PSOjjxMOAfzWQRIC7rPYAgj0UMUTfroIpDcOmHILqeBpchZG7NYifjDPBpmQsEr6-Mr-W69g9hHMCVKJF7tIQtUM_1BQUcFz7yo/s1600/HPIM0446.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01IPrhNKHAB74QY8WAuVeqLQrEptvd5IlmgssvZu2PSOjjxMOAfzWQRIC7rPYAgj0UMUTfroIpDcOmHILqeBpchZG7NYifjDPBpmQsEr6-Mr-W69g9hHMCVKJF7tIQtUM_1BQUcFz7yo/s320/HPIM0446.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582587909240840130" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Chocolate cake, my favorite!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVXHBtLqnsY70EycHVtjnTGJbV-50qashQ8wIDT63vitircNSuJV422NnV6D4tTNqy_ntK6RWdj5-5MscTRbzoGfA4vCHX-EI7JrYdXFb0QT4RR7sfhE2j-6CADOCHLF0hVLN5A1sQrI/s1600/HPIM0451.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuVXHBtLqnsY70EycHVtjnTGJbV-50qashQ8wIDT63vitircNSuJV422NnV6D4tTNqy_ntK6RWdj5-5MscTRbzoGfA4vCHX-EI7JrYdXFb0QT4RR7sfhE2j-6CADOCHLF0hVLN5A1sQrI/s320/HPIM0451.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582587821169816754" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />The finished product. She used 2 cookie sheets so she could transport it more easily.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqp5SVPM3Hl7xk2FR6Rl-_xUkl4uyKSlsLoDh26ySzS_lFCg_-O48L4n94VHr8AbGuDcepJ06Ge3S0sXnFpbJWSoHO2vJR4gactUxA_5jCfzy-qT5FFrcklHPxGdCbN001-aYFZqcrI14/s1600/HPIM0453.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqp5SVPM3Hl7xk2FR6Rl-_xUkl4uyKSlsLoDh26ySzS_lFCg_-O48L4n94VHr8AbGuDcepJ06Ge3S0sXnFpbJWSoHO2vJR4gactUxA_5jCfzy-qT5FFrcklHPxGdCbN001-aYFZqcrI14/s320/HPIM0453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582587732276507266" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Rock on Shelley...whoever that is!<br /><br /></span></div><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdACkUOkGviU47j1MSVUTt7ONbGeWDUQCgdh54lxuajl6svjCDnU7WOA31eXp-WPVzdH29xKG2mGZO8g8_W1iZCY0Zcb6mqP3ZY6o_-pPzvCVEnE8qVI-PEcs26ZqjyDi0du54fEV5wA/s1600/HPIM0452.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPdACkUOkGviU47j1MSVUTt7ONbGeWDUQCgdh54lxuajl6svjCDnU7WOA31eXp-WPVzdH29xKG2mGZO8g8_W1iZCY0Zcb6mqP3ZY6o_-pPzvCVEnE8qVI-PEcs26ZqjyDi0du54fEV5wA/s320/HPIM0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582587622678913474" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtIQWhV7yJgwXmwgO59aiE46PjCq8IVzgZMcOAQ90-AX05N3RuoON-iuSnMLOQ8aOnXNq43WPsUXagTEonk35Sum6fEvy1aLXSHtcqeizAAMTZ5_v4lbADe_M5leWoQVBwwbVPVspB_Y/s1600/HPIM0463.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtIQWhV7yJgwXmwgO59aiE46PjCq8IVzgZMcOAQ90-AX05N3RuoON-iuSnMLOQ8aOnXNq43WPsUXagTEonk35Sum6fEvy1aLXSHtcqeizAAMTZ5_v4lbADe_M5leWoQVBwwbVPVspB_Y/s320/HPIM0463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582587464710639890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />This was another cake she did. So very cute!<br /><br />I'm so glad that I have a daughter in law that can do these things, because as I said before, I'm not that creative nor patient!!<br /></span></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-39762371884726977892011-03-07T10:31:00.000-08:002011-03-07T10:46:52.305-08:00Lazy Monday<div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;">It's Monday, early afternoon, and I am still in my workout clothes. It's just one of those days where I just don't feel like doing anything or even showering. It's funny because yesterday on our way home from church Tommy asked me what my week was like. So, I'm telling him what my plans are, and I'm really trying to sound like I am busy so he doesn't think that I am lazy and don't do anything all day. However today is just a lazy Monday! I guess it is because after we get home from church, our Sunday's become very lazy too.<br />As I was getting ready for church yesterday I was looking at myself in the mirror and noticing that I really need to get a new do! My hair has had the same haircut for about 5 years, but it is easy and works. Last time I had it cut, I asked her to not cut it as short as she usually does because of all my cowlicks. So she left it longer, and I really didn't care for the cut. I go back in tomorrow and am going to have her cut it shorter again and I'll just deal with the "holes" I have after I style my hair.<br />I teach the 10 year old class in Primary and we have this one little girl that just drives me crazy! When we, (I team teach) got the class we asked them to share something that they all liked to do. Her response was that she liked to lie, and not as in lying down! So both me and my partner were like are we ever going to believe anything she says to us? Yesterday we posted some rules for the class and afterwords she asked, "What is a rule?" Just shoot me now because I think she is going to drive me to drink!!<br />So we went to Roosevelt a few weekends back and I will blog about it in my next post. I am such a bad blogger!<br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-2204352087318693512011-02-16T19:04:00.000-08:002011-02-16T19:29:55.096-08:00Has It Been This Long<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Wow, I haven't blogged for a very long time. I guess I haven't had much of a life and so I haven't had much to blog about. So, here is the scoop of the events in the life of the Campa's.<br /><br />1. My niece got married. It was so much fun. Tommy and I danced like we were a whole lot younger than what we are! But it was family, and strangers I didn't know so who cares...right?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">2. My friend Ginger came to visit from Texas. It was probably not a good time for her to come because she found out that her husband got laid off from his job. But she came and stayed for almost 2 weeks. We had a great time. Shopped, ate, exercised, shopped some more, and visited her family. We went to Prescott and spent the night. We shopped at the antique stores, ate at Murphy's, and brought home a pie from Berry's. They make the BEST pie! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">3. I went to the doctor today because my allergies have been bugging me and I have this stupid rash on my back that I can't seem to get rid of. I also have been having problems with my hearing aid, so I wanted the doctor to make sure it wasn't wax built up in my ear. Well after $120.00 and 6 prescriptions later I find out that I also have a sinus infections and swollen glands. I went to the hearing aid place to find out that the piece that goes from my ear to the piece that sits behind the ear was not working. That was just a mere $50.00. At least I didn't have to pay another $1,500 for a brand new hearing aid. Seriously, I am blogging about a hearing aid? I am OLD!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">4. I finally....FINALLY got my bedroom and bathroom painted. (Don't fall off of your chair!) I also got bedding to match the paint on the bed. It looks really good and I am very happy with it. I know, where are the pictures, well they are coming. I still have to replace a purple throw with something that will match the bedding and then I will post pictures. Keep in mind, I don't have any pictures yet, but I am looking. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">5. Well Valentines Day came and went, with very little fanfare! Tommy got me a very sweet card and Andy and Peanut got me a card and some flowers. The card made me cry and the flowers were so pretty! Tommy and I don't really exchange gifts for Valentine's and that's okay. I would rather save the money for something big. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">6. So this weekend we are headed up to Roosevelt for our annual trip. I have been dieting this week so I can go hog wild this weekend. The food is the highlight of the trip. Eat at El Rey on the way up. Steak and shrimp one night. Roast, carrots, potatoes one night. And that doesn't include the snacks and desserts. I know I will pay for it the week we get back, but I'll just have to spend a little more time at the gym the week we get back. Oh feel the burn!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Well that about gets me caught up from the past few months. I will post pictures later of bedroom, Roosevelt, and whatever else comes to mind. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">Happy Valentines Day (a day late!) </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span> </div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-87662372146284522562010-12-31T13:45:00.000-08:002010-12-31T15:02:16.557-08:00Christmas Eve and Christmas Day<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well as usual, the Campa family celebrated Christmas with a big party. This year was not my year to host the event, but sister in law was too busy getting her daughter's wedding underway. We had so much fun and so much food, but as usual it was all almost gone! We had shredded beef for tacos, beans, rice, tamales, homemade salsa and guacamole, veggies, and some really great desserts. I gained 10 lbs just looking at all the stuff!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556974868660982994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRzSJensoPs2-A_aDBMh7HT3gvl_UNfpAffPuFyxLfLu_dfV4qiXXXyBXHmqjwBSjS_0B6ww_i-2DDx9fEuaw4Y8AnLHX352WCDQClEuWkTEgic_7JCyOUVL1bBrU0ocXjsCPDkI2LaoI/s320/2010+12+25_1503_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> After we ate we played our annual white elephant gift exchange game. I love playing this game because for the last few years we have gotten such fun gifts. This year I got a night light that is a smaller version of the lamp the dad gets in the movie "A Christmas Story". Tommy got a piggy bank, shaped like a pig, that counts the change as you put it in. We already have $75.00 saved!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong> </div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556973836803096930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPjoMoCkH8mJnfBrDBzEeZYMyoNgkXaBG6Ml7fPGsb_ozmxcn43B9ClWInL2ShMNmq87eFQGhCmicxZGvdYs13ggCXh1uYn4i9Np4MNy0dkUgJO78hVezgTwO_PneitO5KfliZD-osBY/s320/2010+12+25_1505_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">We all crammed into my family room to play all the games I had arranged. There were 30+ of us and we all had so much fun. Above is a picture of Penny, her son Michael, and his wife Alexa.<br /><br /><br /></div></span></strong><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfq_A1Lj0ovVuhqDPs8cePeVwxTxeF-g94eO6RgBqEXnuitjTjtnQGIVb0qWisYi9AQiqr5fvIMzc7p9lA5hvuLJ2Lju7mzZDWzdRR5PUirNfZE2TckCV0WPP5YctiFZVESKvA6nc9QNQ/s1600/2010+12+25_1506_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556973529704937362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfq_A1Lj0ovVuhqDPs8cePeVwxTxeF-g94eO6RgBqEXnuitjTjtnQGIVb0qWisYi9AQiqr5fvIMzc7p9lA5hvuLJ2Lju7mzZDWzdRR5PUirNfZE2TckCV0WPP5YctiFZVESKvA6nc9QNQ/s320/2010+12+25_1506_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> This is Tommy's brother Sergio and his wife Jewelie. Not sure what she is doing or even why she is doing it!<br /><br /></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkmpIlnwAmBC46XdCoT1dA3lZ9Pj1yryLcO8dgPXkfchgWyNrPkRMBp7cA3enPp7c7LSm7qOiHbhSuLshbGlfk8_b-iF0Nq0OLzQTjXp1NerAu9w1WV4uD3hLtGz3V8ovpRawwXG5oYQ/s1600/2010+12+25_1514_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556973241570215634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHkmpIlnwAmBC46XdCoT1dA3lZ9Pj1yryLcO8dgPXkfchgWyNrPkRMBp7cA3enPp7c7LSm7qOiHbhSuLshbGlfk8_b-iF0Nq0OLzQTjXp1NerAu9w1WV4uD3hLtGz3V8ovpRawwXG5oYQ/s320/2010+12+25_1514_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Peanut and Andy are patiently waiting for the gift exchange to start.<br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbsvXzrWeqjRb2Mz4Ng81c1Mt0Sj42gIachd3mNdlA901vdIjrq11gFqe8frD6aMqDl1eOLTvAtxkhFpySvX6JCiPt4Wmc31QMPuRqAMwi2yQysyTBxbFV3ZieNW-tIMTQR_0nPjbKCc0/s1600/2010+12+25_1516_edited-1.jpg"></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKBwMKEdoRQWWfuxqOku-kOOqhiJstDdavXEYKjSSb3tymlRkVox3z4fNa2MM317-5SJcBsSk-En4K4HCXUhU2bOMEPSSGhIGrnBUF2-Up8RIQzZBSNYbGUYjbU-yyQSeK5KK0FPAUJg/s1600/2010+12+25_1538_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556972499562009922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKBwMKEdoRQWWfuxqOku-kOOqhiJstDdavXEYKjSSb3tymlRkVox3z4fNa2MM317-5SJcBsSk-En4K4HCXUhU2bOMEPSSGhIGrnBUF2-Up8RIQzZBSNYbGUYjbU-yyQSeK5KK0FPAUJg/s320/2010+12+25_1538_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Opening up my first gift, which was a nightgown, but then had to switch with Jewelie and won the night light. </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThL_1DVomIbMuWhAZ5LGYjxtJ1khmxTQf4q3H2ZK8oR53on_kSZ340TNvaGGbBFkT0liddjpQrhQyzggPmZclBEx-af3JPHmJkkfzgBiXjGDcPx9TO2GDl1JlZmOwGzXvNlGZ9Zh3E7Y/s1600/2010+12+25_1554_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556971332520095378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThL_1DVomIbMuWhAZ5LGYjxtJ1khmxTQf4q3H2ZK8oR53on_kSZ340TNvaGGbBFkT0liddjpQrhQyzggPmZclBEx-af3JPHmJkkfzgBiXjGDcPx9TO2GDl1JlZmOwGzXvNlGZ9Zh3E7Y/s320/2010+12+25_1554_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> All of us, including the dog, on the stairs for are annual Christmas picture. I am at the very top with Penny.<br /><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2fjt5OVVHAW4JA7D3WorT4LmTBrN9No7orRlbSfNuRrL1veoRVKCUK3P5MHe4UaPew-r6dtiAyd9kY14ggsa-I0OQ5BthhEBffF-j74BWXztTpDXzAeVN2NHaX-Q5YU4NcSJSUPGzwc/s1600/2010+12+25_1456_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556970943690245010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH2fjt5OVVHAW4JA7D3WorT4LmTBrN9No7orRlbSfNuRrL1veoRVKCUK3P5MHe4UaPew-r6dtiAyd9kY14ggsa-I0OQ5BthhEBffF-j74BWXztTpDXzAeVN2NHaX-Q5YU4NcSJSUPGzwc/s320/2010+12+25_1456_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />The next morning after opening our gifts, we went over to Peanut's family and ate breakfast and watched Andy and Peanut open up their gifts. Yes, I went over in my pj's and no I did not take a shower. I did however put a bra on! Besides, all the Gerard's were in their pj's!<br /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2Z5Wvt6epG0NenDfQU7UWXWa60KJNpjvBA-7m5NzHuwZuhmltguR68UdbYrI_YXlBm9A06tLPtJgtZdAHPNXxT7TB0Gl0KRbB2JaUt7jGKLdXbaLIjUi0yJL1HAiyb1sWiheikQCPZs/s1600/2010+12+25_1457_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556970393499346434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2Z5Wvt6epG0NenDfQU7UWXWa60KJNpjvBA-7m5NzHuwZuhmltguR68UdbYrI_YXlBm9A06tLPtJgtZdAHPNXxT7TB0Gl0KRbB2JaUt7jGKLdXbaLIjUi0yJL1HAiyb1sWiheikQCPZs/s320/2010+12+25_1457_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Melanie made Peanut an apron out of one of her bridesmaid dresses from her wedding. It zips in the front and of course we heard other various ideas on what else the dress could be used as. I so don't want to know!!<br /><br /><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0r2mTRrI3iBVvsHdyCyrwU7He0O8529lBjwPAvSKUpt2HlTeeiNZ1spQkQgq3XkqCXN6naV7-98vMjSyEzglBXgK31CSHEiZij69AwE4-KCPK06mBcTy-kBXgj74iXYGMUA7gnfL5eQ/s1600/2010+12+25_1462_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556969897902099602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM0r2mTRrI3iBVvsHdyCyrwU7He0O8529lBjwPAvSKUpt2HlTeeiNZ1spQkQgq3XkqCXN6naV7-98vMjSyEzglBXgK31CSHEiZij69AwE4-KCPK06mBcTy-kBXgj74iXYGMUA7gnfL5eQ/s320/2010+12+25_1462_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />Andy got a couple of ties and he is giving Christina a lesson on how to properly tie a tie.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556981498794366658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuiu7Dyk47C5ozUhfvSSru8o9Qn0CKjA5OwWY63gco7Gj9auM0okjrFnlO-Bzh_vPGP4JIuWlxQNj0TAjFlLgIqM1xFjazraxdSTprSNNQlsRVF3vh0MdYtW1doIP22KkONO-H49cM7Zo/s320/2010+12+25_1469_edited-1.jpg" />Jerry made breakfast for all of us. Omelets, waffles, fresh fruit, salsa, chips, and hot chocolate. There went another 10 lbs on the old body!!<br /><br /></span></strong><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C7AFL9XNFDtc0N6e-esdeQEzh91hQTDyjz5iT7pCjFEA-DdWTIyxacaO_SFbt5_OtJRVeqJ2TzFgevBm0k9Ebg1BmbGB4T37Ib4AsZ9CciKlcanDt-8YGcGDW-b5W-OncMsSJCDJMf0/s1600/2010+12+25_1474_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556969269822955410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0C7AFL9XNFDtc0N6e-esdeQEzh91hQTDyjz5iT7pCjFEA-DdWTIyxacaO_SFbt5_OtJRVeqJ2TzFgevBm0k9Ebg1BmbGB4T37Ib4AsZ9CciKlcanDt-8YGcGDW-b5W-OncMsSJCDJMf0/s320/2010+12+25_1474_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />While we were there, their son called from Russia and we were able to listen and talk with him. He is serving a mission and it was fun to listen and see how much he has grown up.<br /><br /></span></strong><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsBC4RAi6RGSXHHPAfoLbgTfZr8oAktNwELhdU6bPvuNtIJ250qwLA-CdhBUX6OExFFaZeBw8boda7jLIYn5OXJoCuKMkmxk58Ofy512OwfQk9-cqgs1YAgQzQROQtEaNAAS8xzPaCS4/s1600/2010+12+25_1564_edited-1.jpg"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556968867037877250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsBC4RAi6RGSXHHPAfoLbgTfZr8oAktNwELhdU6bPvuNtIJ250qwLA-CdhBUX6OExFFaZeBw8boda7jLIYn5OXJoCuKMkmxk58Ofy512OwfQk9-cqgs1YAgQzQROQtEaNAAS8xzPaCS4/s320/2010+12+25_1564_edited-1.jpg" /></span></strong></a><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"> After breakfast we went home and cleaned up so we could go back and eat dinner. This is a picture of all of us before we ate. Jerry said that this year was lonely as only 7 of the 12 kids were home. Ha ha!! Anyway we had a great time. New Years day we are off to the Fiesta Bowl to watch the game. Don't ask me who is playing, let's just say I am going to people watch!</span></strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-49724529241777210772010-12-22T19:37:00.000-08:002010-12-22T20:04:54.098-08:00My Christmas Wish List<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">I thought it would be fun to list all the things that I would love to have for Christmas. They're not extravagant or even expensive, but they are things that I am sure I won't get...and that's okay. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">1. Okay, don't get me wrong, I love them and it has been okay with them here, but I would love it if they could afford to move out and start a home of their own. They want it just as much as I want it for them. We are hoping, praying, wishing that Andy can get a better, full-time job so they can do this. But until then.....</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">2. I want someone to paint my bedroom and bathroom. I have bought the paint, bought the new towel fixtures, and will soon by buying new faucets. So what's my problem, I don't know and probably am feeling overwhelmed by it all. One wall at a time, right? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">3. I want to go away for a few days. I would settle for Tempe, Scottsdale, Tuba City. Really just a chance for Tommy and I to get away for awhile. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">4. I want someone to teach me how to run properly, as in long distance running. I dream about it and every time I try, I end up with shin splints and problems with my Achilles tendon. It really stinks to get old! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">5. I want a new wardrobe. I won't deny that I have a lot of clothes, but they're old and out of style. I used to love to shop for clothes and the last few years I just don't care or even want to shop. Maybe it's because I'm not working and those people that see me don't care. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">6. I want to simplify my life and get rid of all the clutter. The problem is.....Tommy. His philosophy is as long as we have the room, why bother. I guess I need to accept his philosophy and just go with it. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">7. I want my hair stylist to cut my hair so that I don't have all these stupid cow licks that stick up every time I blow my hair dry. I tell her every time and every time she cuts it the same way. I really don't want to change stylist, but come on. How hard is that! </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">8. I want a new dinning room set. My table top is scratched, nicked, and only seats 4 people. Every time we have company over, we cram each other at this little table. I have dropped so many hints and finally told Tommy how badly we needed something else. Well, that didn't work so I guess I'm just going to have to go buy it and then tell him. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">9. I want to learn how to redo wood furniture. I'm not brave enough to just "go for it". Any hints? </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">10. Most of all is I want us all to be safe and happy. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">Maybe in 2011 I'll finally get what I want! I'll keep you all posted. </span></strong>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-10307280208029231222010-11-29T09:28:00.000-08:002010-11-29T09:59:57.239-08:00Thanksgiving and Other Stuff<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have been a very bad</span><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:verdana;"> blogger lately. Really there just hasn't been much to blog about. I will do a short update on all the non-happenings in the world of the Campa Lampa's. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We spent Thanksgiving day with Peanut's family. It was a fun day although I missed spending it with my family. I also forgot my camera so there aren't any pictures. DUH! Tommy did his usual golfing thing that morning and I went over to the Gerard's at about 11:00. All the girls and little guys went and saw Tangled. Cute movie! Then went back and finished making all the fixings for the dinner. Tommy finally got there and then we ate. I gotta say, the food was so good and the company was great, too! The best part about having Thanksgiving at someone else house is that you don't have to clean up. Actually they have 5 girls that did all the dishes while the rest of us laid around and watched football. All in all, it was a great day. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I have this little primary calling at church and teach the 7 year old. I am so not loving it. I have truly tried to put my heart into it and it just isn't happening. I need a serious attitude adjustment because I have a feeling that I am going to be there for a while. We had tithing settlement and I expressed my feelings to the bishop. If you know me at all, I really don't hold back if asked, so I spilled my guts out. Evidently, I am suppose to be there because nothing has happened. I have 10 kids in the class and a few of them are a challenge. When one gets going they all get going then mayhem erupts and I have lost all control. Lately, another adult has come into the class which has helped. I am moving up to an older class at the first of the year so I am hoping that the dynamics will change with an older class. I'm also hoping that my attitude will change as well! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well the newlyweds are still here and Andy applied for a job at SRP. We are praying and keeping our fingers crossed that he gets the job. This will mean more money, insurance benefits for both of them, and the possibility that they can afford a place of their own. I love them both, but really would like for them to experience being on their own and truly being a married couple. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well the Christmas decorations are out and I need to get them up. I get a little claustrophobic</span> with all the extra stuff in my house. It's really not that much more, and I am always glad to get the stuff down and put away right after Christmas. So, I am off to decorate and grocery shop. I hate to grocery shop because then you have to put it away and then cook it! Such a vicious circle!!</span><br /></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4288352746862424766.post-24364916884514619832010-10-26T17:47:00.000-07:002010-10-26T18:15:21.520-07:00The "Baked Potato" Cake<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Last Friday was Peanut's dads 50th birthday and all of his kids got together and decided to throw him a surprise party. The oldest lives in Boise with her husband and another daughter lives in Rexburg with her husband. They flew in and stayed with other family members so he wouldn't know they were in town. Everyone had a part to do for they party and Peanut's was to make a cake. Since Jerry, her dad, is from Idaho, she decided to make a cake that would look like a baked potato. So she did a trial run a couple of weeks before the actual event, and that is the picture of how it turned out. But, since there were going to be a lot more people she had to make the cake a lot bigger.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWShVnlRFq7tj2K3KrO28jGO9JFeMPaiTdrzWTYMkaRUxX8_qvBdLwAkDxBBb48wWepprueSkVMimHYUe6E59I15iBn-2-aDv3olqnQJNWhGrA03kB3lDKl32CD1OYoqsNZXiHxjtvqI/s1600/HPIM0419.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWShVnlRFq7tj2K3KrO28jGO9JFeMPaiTdrzWTYMkaRUxX8_qvBdLwAkDxBBb48wWepprueSkVMimHYUe6E59I15iBn-2-aDv3olqnQJNWhGrA03kB3lDKl32CD1OYoqsNZXiHxjtvqI/s320/HPIM0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532523575234914626" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">The smaller version of the cake. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkC0O2SNPT1hpw4V3m5AnD0Akm0fEhB_llZYRW7T-F80KXLTKj9SaLGQ2gUgl3-m6eRHL2I4G1E6bJynGQU94UidcQwSF30zADxbO03anA2RJqWtjzF_c78iHH06jZm-nYNvpyIq6SBg/s1600/HPIM0420.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkC0O2SNPT1hpw4V3m5AnD0Akm0fEhB_llZYRW7T-F80KXLTKj9SaLGQ2gUgl3-m6eRHL2I4G1E6bJynGQU94UidcQwSF30zADxbO03anA2RJqWtjzF_c78iHH06jZm-nYNvpyIq6SBg/s320/HPIM0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532523495592897618" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Eight cakes later, frozen, then frosted in between each layer, then cut to look like a potato. She covered it in marshmallow fondant so it wouldn't fall apart. The lighter area is where she had a wet paper towel on it. You'll see why as you scroll through the pictures. That is coco on the bottom of the pan so it would look like dirt.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuNdu8oBwHp_o4cEkqJyDBiHn_8Rk_tv2dKLlnlnbcV482zKVl3nVoTtuoIRBVloWlzRRMlfE3vFC0NgjZfnE2h68z9HSwIQUlGBg979DAu5IaxT9GBZ5IxBQcBi7rD3f6VjsfxgSelo/s1600/HPIM0421.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtuNdu8oBwHp_o4cEkqJyDBiHn_8Rk_tv2dKLlnlnbcV482zKVl3nVoTtuoIRBVloWlzRRMlfE3vFC0NgjZfnE2h68z9HSwIQUlGBg979DAu5IaxT9GBZ5IxBQcBi7rD3f6VjsfxgSelo/s320/HPIM0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532523338949654242" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">These are nuts that she put red food coloring on to make it look like bacon bits.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDa5L8zoq3argipSoOZCUi_WzZzCNiv6sG1jnTgN6THnNR5mGybpviRUNQy0NJMWuA_osK2lAo2Zxr6vBVAt2HPZQxwlGlRoh3iS2wL6D1Sfz9YMqscUycvV0vk9MarIuJBaYOayhwg7k/s1600/HPIM0423.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDa5L8zoq3argipSoOZCUi_WzZzCNiv6sG1jnTgN6THnNR5mGybpviRUNQy0NJMWuA_osK2lAo2Zxr6vBVAt2HPZQxwlGlRoh3iS2wL6D1Sfz9YMqscUycvV0vk9MarIuJBaYOayhwg7k/s320/HPIM0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532523270408155378" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Crushed up pistashio nuts with green food coloring for the chives.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWvcPmpXVBO00B3ESEYgz28HnAR1sjT7oelL9YCUKaeHPO7o8VFv0rgHwIPEq0GSewDxdvgOHLdA0K4N8kWTWAhetHwRbfjyBult-g6D6hHWvWZkfte7OYIrz0xDYNQATYNITwHVgwMw/s1600/HPIM0424.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiWvcPmpXVBO00B3ESEYgz28HnAR1sjT7oelL9YCUKaeHPO7o8VFv0rgHwIPEq0GSewDxdvgOHLdA0K4N8kWTWAhetHwRbfjyBult-g6D6hHWvWZkfte7OYIrz0xDYNQATYNITwHVgwMw/s320/HPIM0424.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532523054180132706" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">A crushed oreo cookie with a little powdered sugar for the pepper.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsplaX3_8U1gYerkaHXM0ImmJYSz4lzxYYPWMlUDuu1w6IId-9TOPc7Mbhf9idK5VQs7llKHb5zD8R_iUUyeXZE-gmcSjSgPBrDSQdWzOh7YFPvCqufRmKgV62KiYJxFJHa2mbjmBw1_s/s1600/HPIM0426.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsplaX3_8U1gYerkaHXM0ImmJYSz4lzxYYPWMlUDuu1w6IId-9TOPc7Mbhf9idK5VQs7llKHb5zD8R_iUUyeXZE-gmcSjSgPBrDSQdWzOh7YFPvCqufRmKgV62KiYJxFJHa2mbjmBw1_s/s320/HPIM0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532522799782654162" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">She cut the top part of the fondant open so she could add the sour cream, (cool whip).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yKDtjIbyPRvh9-NaHC7A6bEqL_hzojk-P5kY6_dFFQ3mXQthsXGZBXsm6oSGvVLgGh3Sn8y2G341dhTt3iChgyR_nBLC6BgnL7veocwc0fSG511WJxDQd2x3-5Pall96y8jkK30WXHo/s1600/HPIM0428.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-yKDtjIbyPRvh9-NaHC7A6bEqL_hzojk-P5kY6_dFFQ3mXQthsXGZBXsm6oSGvVLgGh3Sn8y2G341dhTt3iChgyR_nBLC6BgnL7veocwc0fSG511WJxDQd2x3-5Pall96y8jkK30WXHo/s320/HPIM0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532522572208940658" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">With the cool whip on top, she added frosting to the lighter colored part of the cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDuOdvv0moTsYHeb4ednTl9QBeyMPiWceSiUdG17Y7LNomxiyuMyd7mVrPYTw-9vR79gbXyc7LKpIEeKMHLfqpNn4u-U_CWH7FZ3-yNW_gUb2ai9hJNiSAdQ1If9-6D97fnILDr0Ay7Ww/s1600/HPIM0429.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDuOdvv0moTsYHeb4ednTl9QBeyMPiWceSiUdG17Y7LNomxiyuMyd7mVrPYTw-9vR79gbXyc7LKpIEeKMHLfqpNn4u-U_CWH7FZ3-yNW_gUb2ai9hJNiSAdQ1If9-6D97fnILDr0Ay7Ww/s320/HPIM0429.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532522367489807890" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Adding the lettering, which was a tad frustrating cuz the stuff wouldn't come out very smooth.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBZwZ-Dk2WZaD1zFd73k4pDAO_YsVQwRBXIKvNoMQZZkzFkQhN2-LJw70gKdxtixeMGDQRRF3WjQyM0NiAn6VnfB1xkx89zLymvWya4QsYAAu_dOepgBfSghW9WR9TUbFwSVgmNCDAHQ/s1600/HPIM0432.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirBZwZ-Dk2WZaD1zFd73k4pDAO_YsVQwRBXIKvNoMQZZkzFkQhN2-LJw70gKdxtixeMGDQRRF3WjQyM0NiAn6VnfB1xkx89zLymvWya4QsYAAu_dOepgBfSghW9WR9TUbFwSVgmNCDAHQ/s320/HPIM0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532522202280433762" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:100%;">The finished baked potato with all the fixins on top. She used yellow food coloring on some frosting to make it look like the butter. It was the hit of the night and mighty tasty I might add!<br /></span></div>Marilynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02657992992062917277noreply@blogger.com5