tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5130339749287652662024-02-02T13:42:05.351-08:00Just WrightJuliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.comBlogger299125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-44385411839194410582014-07-22T21:43:00.002-07:002014-07-23T07:01:29.037-07:00If people looked the way they acted<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So last night Steph said "If people looked the way they acted, there would be alot of really ugly people in this world...some of the meanest people are the ones that everyone thinks are so pretty". Which got me thinking...Can you imagine if that were the case? People would try alot harder to be nicer to one another.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Th</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">anks Steph!! For giving me something to think about!</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"> Love ya girl!!</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-65182842580132926612014-05-05T16:30:00.001-07:002014-06-17T09:39:02.053-07:00Predicament :/ So I heard from my Elder today. He is doing wonderful!! But he told me that he is getting a new companion. His last companion was just waiting on a Visa and it came in so he is leaving to Australia. His new companion is a bit of a "problem" child and they don't know what to do with him. Justin says he hit his last companion in the back with a stick and just doesn't know when to shut his mouth. So they have told Justin to use whatever means necessary to straighten this guy out but to make sure that he feels loved...now to us Wrights that means "beat the crap out of him" then tell him you love him when you're done...what? It works with the kids :) j/k <br />
Anyways, I am a part of this Pocatello, Idaho missionary moms facebook page and today the "problem childs" mom posted that her son was being transferred to Pocatello and that she wanted to know if his companions mom was on that page (that would be me). She talked about how excited her son was to finally go to Pocatello...I'm thinking he has only been in the surrounding areas. I'm not sure I want her to know that I'm on there. What if her son writes her complaining about mine and she tries to say something to me about it? But then again if I don't tell her I'm on that page and she says something negative about my son, my old ways might creep back up (ie. find her, dark alley, rough her up...) What to do?! Suggestions please (by private message)? and thank you!! Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-80629273684999059842014-03-19T23:53:00.000-07:002014-03-20T01:06:35.957-07:00I'm glad I took the time to "friend"I turned 40 today. Wow...has time flown by! I remember when I turned 30. It seems like just yesterday. So much has happened since then. I had our 5th child, I became a mother in law AND a grandma. I became the mother of a soldier and a missionary mom. We moved. And moved again. Laughed and laughed some more. My Space. Blogger. Facebook. Twitter. Instagram. Proms, Homecomings, Sweetheart dances. I've met some GREAT people and some I'd like to forget. <br>
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I tried to be upset about the big Four Oh but I just couldn't be. How? When I've got all of this.<br>
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There are some lessons,though, that I have learned over the past decade. Most of them over the past year or so. See, I've been part of the "in" crowd (and apparently kicked out of it) haha. I've been part of the "cliques" and part of the "uhhh...no" crowd. I've been part of the "middle-aged" crowd and part of the "too loud and obnoxious" crowd. And quite frankly, I've enjoyed every "crowd" I've been stereotyped in. But about a year ago I sat back and watched how LOTS of people that I associated with were so judgemental towards others. Others that, if given the chance, would probably be really great people to get to know. So I decided that I would go against the grain of the "crowd" I was associating with then and get to know these "less desire-ables." I AM SO GLAD I DID!! As a result, <span style="color: lime;">I have found out who really cherishes friendship and who really cherishes status quo. </span> I have come up with a list that I want to share. A list that I wish I'd known or taken to heart in my 30's. Do with it what you will. </div>
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1. Sometimes people just need a friend. </div>
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2. That inappropriate status or picture you've seen is just <b><span style="font-size: large;">one moment</span></b> in someone's life..don't judge them for it. </div>
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3. Give people a chance! (or as many chances as Christ would)</div>
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4. You never really know what is going on behind closed doors.<br>
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6. Never judge a book by it's cover (or a picture you might see on the internet) </div>
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7. Treat other people's children how you would want yours treated. </div>
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8. Treat YOUR children how you would treat others :)</div>
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9. Love your spouse...he/she is the only one that REALLY loves you for who you are. </div>
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10. Pray for those who treat you badly. You'll learn to love them. <br>
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As I head to bed tonight, my heart is full (and so is my belly). I have a wonderful family, great neighbors and friends that I'm glad I took the time to "friend". </div>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-54963386904327076642013-07-03T23:24:00.001-07:002013-07-03T23:45:09.249-07:00Instagram - my new lovefirst it was blogger...then it was facebook, then twitter, then pinterest...and now I can't seem to stay off instagram. I love that we can share our lives with eachother thru pics. I love that we can hashtag (#) and see what others have posted under that same hashtag and I love that we can share them on the other networking sites while doing it. Here's a few samples of my IG work AND what we've been up to this summer.<br />
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Steph's been perfecting her baking skills. She hopes to make $ selling her baked goods one day. </div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">Emma's been growing like crazy...and getting more beautiful in the process. </span></div>
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Apparently, our fruit loves us...see the hearts?</div>
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The pool has been much used and much enjoyed. This is one of my favs for sure. </div>
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We've celebrated quite a few birthdays since January...10 to be exact. This was Dad's cake. </div>
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We've enjoyed a few trips to the carwash..this IS my fav pic (to date).</div>
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Jarom's hand is slowly growing into dad's. </div>
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We were able to enjoy the California sunset...oh how I miss it. </div>
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I drive thru this daily to get to work. I find this particular spot in the freeway quite pretty. </div>
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and finally, A sample of how I eat these days..been trying to eat much heathier. I've lost 23 pounds so far. </div>
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Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-52340620044745461212013-05-21T13:26:00.000-07:002013-05-21T13:26:29.275-07:00gettin' ready...So Justin's gettin' ready to graduate High School! My..how time flies!! And I can't quit thinking about when he was younger. Just all of the little memories I have of him. They're coming like flashbacks in a movie. I'll be sitting at my desk or driving and suddenly I'll think of something he did as a child, his first superhero, when he pitched a no hitter, his first touchdown, the first time he passed sacrament, the first time he blessed the sacrament, his first date, his first dance, etc...<br />
And then I wonder where the time went. I know I did all I could to make sure I was there for him. But was it enough? Should I have done anything differently? talked with him a little more instead of played on facebook...taken him out on mother/son dates a few more times...called him a little more. I'll never know if what I did was enough but I do know that he will NEVER know how much of an impact he has been in my life and how he makes us all smile with his quote of every movie line and his silly little jokes. Life goes by <em><span style="font-size: large;">way</span></em> too fast...and I don't think I like it. Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-76128345772506175392013-02-07T20:02:00.001-08:002013-02-07T20:02:16.404-08:00I wonder...<b><span style="font-size: x-large;">Does anyone even read this anymore? </span></b>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-80875334036342067572012-08-23T23:09:00.001-07:002012-08-23T23:09:40.740-07:00I need to be okay...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Tonight I'm sad. Really sad. For tomorrow would have been Justin's first football game of his senior year. Though the game starts at 7 I would have been there at 530 to save seats for "our crowd"...of course, I'd be wearing one of my hundreds of Desert Ridge T-shirts from my collection that has it's own cabinet in our house. I would have strategically placed purses, water bottles, towels and anything else I could think of over about 4 or 5 rows of seats and frantically waited for all of our friends to show up. As the little siblings would run off and play who knows where until 10 when the game ends, us adults would have laughed, yelled, chatted and bit our nails off together all night long. There'd be Sea Salt and Black Pepper sunflower seeds all over the bleachers with a few empty Sonic cups. I'd have my red ice chest filled to the rim with fruit, waters, capri suns and string cheese for all the kiddos and one of my hubbys burly friends would carry it down for me at the end of the night. We'd walk down to the field, let the boys sing their fight song to us and wait to hug our smelly players. My hubby would be hoarse and we would go home talking crap about Coach Hathcock and his crappy calls only to eagerly anticipate next weeks game. <br />
But this year, unlike the past 3, I won't have a son on the field. I'll really have no reason to be there other than the fact that I looked forward to it for so long that I'll HAVE to go. Justin will be just another face in the stands and not someone who will excite us just by wearing the uniform. He will walk around like all the other students flirtin' with the ladies and having push up competitions. I know deep down he'll be missing it, wishing he were still in the middle of all the excitement down on the field. Cursing Coach under his breath but wanting desperately to be out there with his team. Then he'll remember the way he worked so hard for nothing and will be glad he made the decision he did and he'll be okay with it. Which I guess means I need to be okay with it too...<br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another end to another school year. I swear it went by SO fast!! My babies are babies no more. Of course I had to do my end of the year pics to compare first day to last day...and here they are!!</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Then I went and delivered the teacher gifts for the elementary kids (Jared and Jarom). <span style="line-height: 18px; text-align: left;">I went to my little Jaroms kinder class and bawled like a baby...his last day of kinder...and he's my last one. So I sucked it up and trotted up to Jareds class where I bawled again!! He's on his way to Junior High. Never again to walk the halls of an elementary school. I didn't think I would get that emotional...but I did. I'm such a baby!! </span></span><br />
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The boys loved them...hopfully their teachers did too. So sad their growing up but so glad I get to spend more time with them this summer. It's what makes my world go round :)Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-51656891914571478142012-04-02T17:27:00.001-07:002012-04-02T17:27:41.182-07:00things kids say<span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">I swear Jarom comes up with the funniest stuff...so last night the kids were all laying down trying to fall asleep. And they were playin Simon Says yelling across the house...</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Steph - Simon says touch your nose.</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Jarom (who's 6) - Simon says shut the heck up and go to sleep!!</span><br style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); ">Could. NOT. stop. laughing!</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-54706235022135070582012-03-15T00:25:00.005-07:002012-03-15T11:49:16.023-07:00stolen identity<a style="font-size: 100%;" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ejCOBdtXB6Zv1UaGm1_oqhQ7wkQCuQ-FtNbw8um_8FQscj3xCX4VGmGiNOblKZBr0e06BJmiygRad3M7VDJ4mQV5SEAxXATUabxrUhHsl-qZNjO1DJ-IBYVOuXFIs4y-tgtbv-PljEiS/s1600/Jarom+Kinder.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 214px; height: 320px; float: left; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720022783542472866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ejCOBdtXB6Zv1UaGm1_oqhQ7wkQCuQ-FtNbw8um_8FQscj3xCX4VGmGiNOblKZBr0e06BJmiygRad3M7VDJ4mQV5SEAxXATUabxrUhHsl-qZNjO1DJ-IBYVOuXFIs4y-tgtbv-PljEiS/s320/Jarom+Kinder.jpg" /></a><span>So Steve's dad called the other night. Jared answered and asked him to hold on then yelled to Steve "DAD!! Grandpa Wright's on the phone!!" So Jarom looks at me with all seriousness and a disgusted look on his face and says "Mom, Grandpa Wright stole our last name? Ugh!" I just grabbed him and kissed him all over!! He's so stinkin' cute!!</span>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-55359793376250996052012-03-14T10:00:00.000-07:002012-03-15T00:38:24.217-07:00I'm an addict<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZP7V4qPNiSXboHpA699r0BcvBK8NO7W2Xfl5Z2KEIVMkr7ro7eUrPZEOcuZOczImI6SuIg7l-2nBOkAZLqhlDqRut9zUJPlA3mrYFTMo18xnEgIK5nDn787FvvZV2uNbAmPuGFhZHPUgL/s1600/pinterest.jpg" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 81px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZP7V4qPNiSXboHpA699r0BcvBK8NO7W2Xfl5Z2KEIVMkr7ro7eUrPZEOcuZOczImI6SuIg7l-2nBOkAZLqhlDqRut9zUJPlA3mrYFTMo18xnEgIK5nDn787FvvZV2uNbAmPuGFhZHPUgL/s320/pinterest.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720024670141335442" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKjITOLgaxXzLdyR8o6iYUsJmiTLuVzTHRvoB1XgXtal9xh48GwPH8RHmGatPqq3PqNDVkrddxmfsDLRTJaQv6_RhjP7bUi_3Gfjt2zY03mX6Gdt6S47oBdqj8qyHQ6c5T_WxzeEnImaF/s1600/facebook.jpg" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 100%; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBKjITOLgaxXzLdyR8o6iYUsJmiTLuVzTHRvoB1XgXtal9xh48GwPH8RHmGatPqq3PqNDVkrddxmfsDLRTJaQv6_RhjP7bUi_3Gfjt2zY03mX6Gdt6S47oBdqj8qyHQ6c5T_WxzeEnImaF/s320/facebook.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720024575887857106" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><span style="font-size: x-large; "><b>Totally addicted!!</b></span></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-29092094015267431402011-09-04T16:02:00.000-07:002011-09-04T16:14:00.972-07:00a REAL kid
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8TkdJHuZDXnx0keYuWHbEbm2vnShP8cbOJpjuOvQBM9fOC_g6Tbb0zHB1ApCsKeOgvl73HrE8IuGHL0tuxgWS72zW5wYfzR6B6j-shcS4TDXYClf-jY3Iw419Kmm8zpaGuVP7SFGTyxe/s1600/IMG_0943.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648645780273486978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8TkdJHuZDXnx0keYuWHbEbm2vnShP8cbOJpjuOvQBM9fOC_g6Tbb0zHB1ApCsKeOgvl73HrE8IuGHL0tuxgWS72zW5wYfzR6B6j-shcS4TDXYClf-jY3Iw419Kmm8zpaGuVP7SFGTyxe/s320/IMG_0943.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jared(11) and Jarom(5) were just wrestling and playing with their nerf sword and shield. Jared lays down on the floor and says "hang on Jarom, I need to take a break...I'm wheezing". Jarom gives him 5 seconds, sighs, and then frustratingly says "get up Jared!! and play like a REAL kid would!!" <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648646338693061442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwy5oRSstsLc7_uek0xURG35RmjLG5X7j3Ifj9U_SniBNm-CvDinIGfxJA74OEvAMgV_AWN0hF8mnJRXeo6olZxF8osPdY0Om_z6YRnG0XyzWQ20XxTic0SByIIC5UgUhYIIrePFQg1GkG/s320/IMG_0948.JPG" border="0" />
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<br />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-19542523812284501942011-04-13T11:15:00.001-07:002011-04-13T16:16:55.097-07:00Just what I wanted my son to hear<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8z-GjgdtZAhcv_a3WqbXT4RRfIUMore16n94cdsoVwRQjEisR6s-0PajOxJP-mCkqY5MIgC_L_LimT8YuK5eCBqnl2orixBeIFECdMlLGn49g44tVi9smA5tNzVDXo6KHFiMj1ZZybG3i/s1600/IMG_0680.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595136482740629138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8z-GjgdtZAhcv_a3WqbXT4RRfIUMore16n94cdsoVwRQjEisR6s-0PajOxJP-mCkqY5MIgC_L_LimT8YuK5eCBqnl2orixBeIFECdMlLGn49g44tVi9smA5tNzVDXo6KHFiMj1ZZybG3i/s320/IMG_0680.JPG" border="0" /></a> <br /><div>So today we were sitting at the breakfast table...Steve, Jarom and I. I gave Steve 2 hard-boiled eggs. <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;">As he peeled them:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Steve: mmmmm, I can't wait until Easter</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong><em>Jarom: (laughing) you have to sit on the Easter bunny's lap</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Steve: No I don't</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"><strong><em>Me: Jarom saw the Easter bunny at the mall the other day...he opted NOT to sit on the Easter bunny's lap</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em>Steve: good choice Jarom, Easter bunnies are pedophiles!! Why do you think they always have such a huge smile on their faces?</em></strong></span></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ffff;"><strong><em></em></strong></span></div><br /><div></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-14973450852651041172011-04-08T08:18:00.000-07:002011-04-08T08:34:59.495-07:00a bit dramaticSteph called me from school this afternoon...crying. Ms Glover hates me!! She kept me after class and I missed my ride home. Now granted, Ms Glover IS the only one of her teachers that ever gives Steph negative remarks on her report card but I believe my drama Queen was being a bit...dramatic!! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593236380290347762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPvL5gQrb-htTHoPa4pXtNLPlA0hEm79iL1dPwTOw_ZYWF2KH5ELRjviG6cIj76eboZJtpGV-3L4ueKH8jf2h0J6Wi-FZU_POfZMqL8iWf4wx7wsxygEEY6BEXOzOHg1lOiit_uG28p2q/s320/IMG_0349.JPG" border="0" />That's my Steph...a bit dramatic! But that's why we love her...almost as much as she loves the Colonel.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593235657947109906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3OTz5YC6FGY6etYISgJnmsHensMkj0u98KjjsDLlrPbAlZdwYp4_RnuL2DsrgiqhnbSqYAY3cAPGDPbgg9a_zIuavGTdfPewQJeTWYCFsHsrgrMrHLliDq3d1lSdISNMDICD0v3cc8sLL/s320/IMG_0363.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593235664086066786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHXBNEX_73ODNXz1rSQJrz-wqElkNZIqX4ZXwMJShIgV4pgj0R_OPZDmTKixalnYqIlCAKC8j8DzZhVgiWDeJQv9XnEv_0KeSA70qtHWvbX9lkne7cDmYqJKV6ooBhrpRlokd2M_IwjiP/s320/IMG_0364.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593235670869054658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiN62Aajt2Yl7OoTsClGoFI4qS-8YNl8Es23s48974e9DgwPrgb_L710rRyyo8PMm20ZGwGxzJ23Hm2L2dbOcKoZLigfr0whd2v3UQ5_5pYb_8ZWlPJ4Pvz0Z3Hok02UGZ5mZBVJ4kUf8K/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" border="0" />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-34347228368926547432011-04-06T20:21:00.000-07:002011-04-06T20:59:52.349-07:00cuttin' a rug<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aYlRFwy7BpuQtbL64Te55pC_wmLmzKigAkHo4vlvZ2QA8NNLYsgQqEgsuB1WzkVVCpkccNYI6k682baIJklglKoP5PmrObiig2FosuHeWH6rc9lrTJIDh17_2qsk05DL9r1NI0mkw6Ts/s1600/IMG_0287.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682828619168994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aYlRFwy7BpuQtbL64Te55pC_wmLmzKigAkHo4vlvZ2QA8NNLYsgQqEgsuB1WzkVVCpkccNYI6k682baIJklglKoP5PmrObiig2FosuHeWH6rc9lrTJIDh17_2qsk05DL9r1NI0mkw6Ts/s320/IMG_0287.JPG" border="0" /></a>So who knew we had a family full of dancers...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678670033343266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXcZuNVjYzHceIbT7PFPK_MTVYCAs7i408iCX16HJx2pAIiLJYKHJ5QnDA-QCantrrkdruwMGLRi19QsgNCSEJICnT-25944oTlCAVASlQulZ_WquIfSpC6CrIiSxIs_EYZX_45wYj35cj/s320/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" />from the grandparents <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682805044158578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNgK5DoKHxBrsAhD6kp6uR9f8R5auJfPtSats2IMp3wKuHisSoUJHEM8kZeiaS75Cm6dTo-GN-XJx0E00zDLfVn-dcF13_lcoSS8g45nrAxc80JKjlOkuwVtix7rLeux25HzmVBrAze4mA/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682812098496690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYDaehU1FkfY4LN4tOBxzVcMTikrvKC7ZgHOuKaqT6W43Qakez0FPo3VPgBVyKm0olTYJJKL9Coc-LN-IhZRgw3qSnM_EeVfUvogw1me14qYRDCJfhLAjBnCY5ZkL_c5QhIO145q0qYFDY/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678675689180274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMgPvtqPz35V0rVqBo4oHa44yxG5ZZA2KsV63QGyp-M1x763xrZHEj5yiN-tYiqLE3nwOLtd1O3AHo3Qot7a00fSpb935VnYnj2oDdPi9g8lTSxkgpQKl66CXq3q4zNsarzNtPJZfmg1pZ/s320/IMG_0295.JPG" border="0" />all the way down to Jarom...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592684527196187506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn2jV9xHiUZULfxSef_6dPILZ1Q06irCF0H228ZtSW3ScXfXoyzXJMPk5bHf5yLjYqSTJICDd7ELwzcJ_80q7c4C4yy7Xp_w9va2Jswf3PMX3Wt4GUpwSSvz4ZRqa51rgoptwC0ylDXA71/s320/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678684095556530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpCExay7ZqiC0DtW-SINuS8JhHaLdx6gefY4FRLb3J7YPU8di1p9_PbnJiHkvgabcvNQ8XxBLI_guRYwyesuKtqomfekT02Q85xpbV8AH0kCMrXf5zqA9GAzmKPsiuUZxIDetweekQ5hT4/s320/IMG_0330.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678676660048194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh97Jy3PYetqIWLsWNeqMA3o0Ag6Gk5PZaldqA1PHBLrEiCOT4-kIBIAelGQm-gydOSNmbsN-3yvzAY8lV1W489F0p5ctN-P0ca1prVyfBz3zSvTXAZf1VB1shvK1VBdCJnw5LRNkAOlJOE/s320/IMG_0332.JPG" border="0" />they were cuttin' it up at Josh's wedding...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682803553207986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBq6wtjDYJmybSWaPhJsd8TChH0VgLJ0zFfsP5w8Ng7HYhrpE12NshcXAJ7UMHvObIfiv2tkEyejVrEQ09TV3exQjxAmPvz1HHD4Am7E_EfmYB-XFx4IA2AWST47twuaL8qjgp89uddkV/s320/IMG_0288.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592684535340818194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM01zOng4ZKzkreg7Sy4dHFJ6zMNJj5mGcmbTUf37Ibg9IKWJT51DtkJjvla4LaD5AdBJsxnQqhr9O6e2ZuabdtnnbclRDyvmxUIhXkcP54jUE8r_UO2bdcMv3Bfcd5yWlgPn63HxDPRBD/s320/IMG_0329.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592678689313653314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheKoSq-5CqxMct2T396-XU47jOeCCpdfMly0156hvPVA3Ej9mUUGjhOLZgIRpXk3DDuDAK1exo0gBMrHkCFz2yrO_8PFvGXmKCnOUsy981zvFwlOIlCXp2NKqdsC46Z5Ors9KEBZNcmDoo/s320/IMG_0327.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592682813350495314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFZW9pFLliNYJdKUbAFTUGr_PIZSr6OftYebx10JqtAGDjyZe9qvMrKMB5KuKBOez-2V7ShIQbf6dYAipbGYdWB0ZTt-vNkwEFnqXHUzBncVDdVMZpZYkyzwFj8ZskcPTDAVY72AqYexC/s320/IMG_0307.JPG" border="0" />Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-35357824166155486052011-03-05T22:24:00.000-08:002011-03-23T00:16:07.184-07:00updates<span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>Such a loser I am!!</strong></span> I can't believe it's been months since I last posted. SO much has gone on!! I don't even know where to begin. In December Steph was in the hospital for her asthma...poor baby didn't get out until Christmas Eve. But what a wonderful Christmas gift that was! I spent my last holiday with my great friend Vicky, she passed away the day after Christmas. We loved her so much and she will be deeply missed. Football has started for the Jared again, Justin and Steph are in track, I'm trying out for the biggest loser...again. Steph had her birthday,<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587169746762644850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wtND4J1InMUSW6SIoP3rtDoHV7s_queCRya7jjjLc4Vw519Y2WFsetOnc_9CpARzj87GIOgguO2nSkjQojzMJ4txDWlNc5kakzOkw0-M-DNm8zs2Wn0PTO61DwtQa29VHifXniujVIiy/s320/IMG_0323.JPG" border="0" /> Steve had a birthday and scored an awesome authentic spurs warmup jacket<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587166676229273122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifmYlD9AuXupwjotwBot2gvPzym_FeccSFutnSWFg_vTwaUEZOREflqKDtJTJBFPFrwo2MW5jtez9VfBKOc4RZhygHIDkUK1kMHybcMZCfPW8WUZF4ow2bMmPnDq0QrmAeYtTwFSifDq0u/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /> I had a birthday (got a blood transfusion for my birthday...and another one 3 days later) AND last but not least...<span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"><em><strong>Josh got married!!</strong></em></span> That's right...my baby got married! Can you believe it?!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587166683977040370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNPl2XFX-DmngPANn9WmEP5UhAqy172N0mDRZ-wWEI40RO491Tx4KE6g_ZE79SHvtvCYuXs1SW25XlB8ivSGNXuClFEhEYfsk-kdHsR_1jxGM5oa8zDoOqe0vsNduE-HQZ-wmcJaoC8zlB/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" border="0" />We bought our final home!! With a little help. Never again will we move until Jarom is out of high school. We moved the tremendous distance of right next door. And we LOVE this house!! All are welcome whenever you'd like. We just recently filled the pool and it looks GREAT!! Prior owners didn't keep it up while it was on the market. Here's the kids draining it and pressure washing it...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587164656487442370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijhlSHyMvxalg4ZZnksCDOgmXlwWJD-UiSB4tit72g3Q5AaR4XGHrhuwcbGdSL1c3Ocah-OUCKbYrqbX5hrJO8ehZNLacsEfKzj8ceeG4NwHXI-ckXejkCtBwGT2mWDuqTcBRpZJuktUVI/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" />and skating in it when it was empty...cause that's what boys do (as I was informed).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587166682922248194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEXHYOZIZu1ZBoO5TXFQZw6gioe-tdWix_v_pzc_afit6Phg0fs1hIjb6KjboKWvK1zK3U4TMgGRjxbz6xB4L98diaPwf458T1vplt6aC7pDGrDVg153uWw_xlJSG940YOKuukbZecBC3v/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" border="0" />So much more to tell...SO many more pics to post...but I am drained and exhausted...just got out of the hospital. Will post more soon. Much love to you guys...hope people even see this post...It's been so long since I've posted I don't know that anyone checks it anymore.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-48397087738375981292010-11-26T22:34:00.000-08:002010-11-26T22:47:21.450-08:00Wow!Wow!! Where has time gone? Since I last posted, we've moved (a mile away and just for 2 months), Justin lacerated his kidney(4 days after we moved) (5 days in the hospital and a $20,124 helicopter bill), hubby started his business back up (going well), Halloween happened (Jaroms still wearing his costume and claims he's Iron Man), Thanksgiving happened (so much to be thankful for), and Black Friday...ohhh, black Friday!! How I love Black Friday. It gives me a rush like none other!! The crowds, the deals, the sleepless night...such a high! Wow!!Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-22273037488033183022010-09-29T22:29:00.000-07:002010-09-29T22:39:16.628-07:00my big secret<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">My VT's came over today</span>. I really <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">LOVE</span> when they come. They're so young. I feel old and decrepid every time they visit! Like I should have some words of wisdom for them. Something that they'll remember in years to come...they'll tell their kids something like "a wise old lady I used to visit teach once told me..."<br />But I can never think of anything. Instead I tell them things that don't really matter. Things that they probably forget the minute they leave. Except today...I told them my <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" >BIGGEST</span> secret (at the moment). Not the one that should be turned into a movie but another one. And they probably don't even realize it. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;">Ohhhh, I can't wait til I can share it with the world...</span></span>but I doubt any of you will care.Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-54751032714460217092010-09-04T23:48:00.000-07:002010-09-05T00:02:29.833-07:00Facebook vs. blogspotI've been a tad bit lazy with this blog over the past several months. I feel like no one is really into blogs anymore...they're all caught up in their facebook frenzy (me included). What is it about facebook that keeps you coming back for more? and more. and more. I mean, do I really want to know if you changed your profile pic? Or if so and so is now friends with so and so? Or if your kid, who I never met, fell off their bike...or if it's your childs birthday (whom I've never met) or if your having a Tupperware party 3 states away!! I must! Because I keep going back. I think if there was a war between facebook and blogspot, facebook would win. Which is sad, because you get to <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">really</span> reveal yourself on blogspot. What do you think? Facebook or Blogspot? Who are you loyal to?Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-35490153003810300152010-08-21T23:31:00.001-07:002010-08-21T23:58:05.682-07:00Vibrant and Carefree<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZof4sSePi46QZgBQRcoGkNImRqAR2FtkITTUxIP96pvjFIEXHb-5zta7FW1lWx3tl3Nb3_iXcbLS6W2pe_iJ6F379K4-QMJfDtTS3SHubZh_MrQZJ_gdoLvVidUHWXi2nAlxBT3ZjSUT2/s1600/IMG_4381.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZof4sSePi46QZgBQRcoGkNImRqAR2FtkITTUxIP96pvjFIEXHb-5zta7FW1lWx3tl3Nb3_iXcbLS6W2pe_iJ6F379K4-QMJfDtTS3SHubZh_MrQZJ_gdoLvVidUHWXi2nAlxBT3ZjSUT2/s320/IMG_4381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508124581294981058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">I got off of work an hour early today...just in time to see a new purchase of my hubby's (which I can't divulge quite yet). </span>Not a half hour later Steve and I were sitting in the back seat of a friends truck staring down at the <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">BIGGEST</span></span> scorpion I have ever seen...and I've seen a few in my time. Went to Sonic where I ordered a Coke Zero (still not quite accustomed to the taste) and a <span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;">Diet Water</span> for the hubby. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;">We had breakfast for dinner</span> (which is always one of my favs). I tried Creme Brulee for the first time tonight..<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">quite tasty</span></span>...I really wanted more but I didn't want to bully the kid that was eating the last of it...I should have...but I decided to be nice. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">We had the most awesome of storms tonight</span></span>...it reminded me of the produce section at Safeway (except this was REAL thunder). Just before the storm, when the wind started to kick in, hubby and I headed to Sarinah's for a quick visit. We drove. And don't ask me why but I sat in the back of the truck. I just had this desire to. I sat on the wheel well, closed my eyes, and let the cool wind blow thru my hair. I felt young again. Vibrant and Carefree!! And then it ended..and reality hit. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Man, I wish Sarinah lived further away!!</span></span><br /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-82161737861564819962010-07-22T04:48:00.000-07:002010-07-22T05:40:38.808-07:00basking<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRTdLKOwTTsAuFYi7mifcm86udwKJ3TgENnc3YC71C-k-RXmlG3_9Zvfn_cAgaJiqxIx6ceQ2mvjjmB5QaHz5mGKQFz7g7EQMcMb9Sq1ja_V8IEIide9yCsLsi1Rh62tm9SdeQ6cnCwlw/s1600/IMG_3060.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJRTdLKOwTTsAuFYi7mifcm86udwKJ3TgENnc3YC71C-k-RXmlG3_9Zvfn_cAgaJiqxIx6ceQ2mvjjmB5QaHz5mGKQFz7g7EQMcMb9Sq1ja_V8IEIide9yCsLsi1Rh62tm9SdeQ6cnCwlw/s320/IMG_3060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496700360676680082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Today, I think I'll</span>...<span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);">make a fruit smoothie for breakfast...<br /></span></span>which by the way, my recipe is SO much better than Jamba Juice,<br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);">I'll work from 4-230, I'll do some laundry on my lunch and breaks, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">take my kids to the library when I'm off</span>, <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);">make chicken tacos for dinner</span>, <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">go to my monthly Bunco gathering this evening</span>,<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">come home, wrap my arms around my hubby, read the kids their nightly story and<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">bask in this wonderful life I'm living!!</span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" >(now tomorrow may be a different story)</span><br /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-3495736160837133152010-07-18T19:12:00.000-07:002010-07-18T19:32:28.678-07:00Cankles<div style="text-align: center;">About a month and a half ago I started taking thyroid medication. The pharmacist AND the doctor both said there were no major side effects. Immediately I noticed that if I don't take it with a TON of water then my mouth gets really dry SO I take it with a ton of water. And then about 3 weeks later I noticed some swelling in my ankles and feet...nothing major but I could definitely notice. Called the doctor, she said it was nothing and to ease up on the sodium if it continues. But you tell me, is<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">this </span></span>nothing? <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCzPNbZvT1U3PXjXtGQUQpF31NUb-H-JeZex5L7kLwvzsc53suIzWS1PsNDNCmbGupl27dMiiu6DtiP5Nr6v_9mOLi-pH-zKUjaZjsrlDnIWv3qBfBUDwloYK13w7MsG-Eo-zMP8wRkBaI/s1600/IMG_8995.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/AVvXsEhCzPNbZvT1U3PXjXtGQUQpF31NUb-H-JeZex5L7kLwvzsc53suIzWS1PsNDNCmbGupl27dMiiu6DtiP5Nr6v_9mOLi-pH-zKUjaZjsrlDnIWv3qBfBUDwloYK13w7MsG-Eo-zMP8wRkBaI/s320/IMG_8995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495437181792288130" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Because it's a <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">huge</span></span> difference from this which was <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">just</span></span> two months ago.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwatTeTv6g0BTCFs0tH60PFhZytfi_g1ab3TTGsEaIOQbdZVJRGLHAFtVlTE2YUNP4BYcMbQSoaaBFi415dn1ub8pIkulvHxhfVdA_ws7mrz-TLu_CvGfq1aeqKcJ09J5aHy2dQABbrpCf/s1600/IMG_8684.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwatTeTv6g0BTCFs0tH60PFhZytfi_g1ab3TTGsEaIOQbdZVJRGLHAFtVlTE2YUNP4BYcMbQSoaaBFi415dn1ub8pIkulvHxhfVdA_ws7mrz-TLu_CvGfq1aeqKcJ09J5aHy2dQABbrpCf/s320/IMG_8684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495436230271095314" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;">Can you say <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Cankles</span>?!<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;">Any solutions or suggestions would be gladly accepted.</span></span></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwatTeTv6g0BTCFs0tH60PFhZytfi_g1ab3TTGsEaIOQbdZVJRGLHAFtVlTE2YUNP4BYcMbQSoaaBFi415dn1ub8pIkulvHxhfVdA_ws7mrz-TLu_CvGfq1aeqKcJ09J5aHy2dQABbrpCf/s1600/IMG_8684.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></a></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-90045223266222341202010-07-12T22:44:00.002-07:002010-07-12T22:50:37.119-07:00mine<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">Forgive me for boasting but this kid is soooo freakin' cute!!</span> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqsjh2ujFuJDn-5-UnS20RBglQMy7ZZDOK8xEyQE620-YaI_P1DoAjMcMrOeqmg547oPCDZpjGUhe_xQr3tnoyF-brkZfgTqFsinvdCBGpv0AIwlhPTPYXGpmwT86ohjYQSQWuqf4vDJS/s1600/IMG_8973.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtqsjh2ujFuJDn-5-UnS20RBglQMy7ZZDOK8xEyQE620-YaI_P1DoAjMcMrOeqmg547oPCDZpjGUhe_xQr3tnoyF-brkZfgTqFsinvdCBGpv0AIwlhPTPYXGpmwT86ohjYQSQWuqf4vDJS/s320/IMG_8973.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493263309245225906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">And he happens to be mine.</span></span> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Just thought I'd throw that out there.<br /><br /></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-50913451837943776732010-07-11T14:21:00.000-07:002010-07-11T22:16:46.198-07:00Man vs. Food<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-size:180%;" >A picture story...with a few words.</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);">Man pulls watermelon out of fridge and prepares self for challenge..</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh245ctuhLuRXcXVMIghwNIIRSO_grHNvIC2e9Fqf8Vj6YeXRik3G51LzSj8WU64zDC67LA_iSFfxXjEBoPamUlUgEVf7QS7HchyphenhyphenFhUUKYlT03JYvFoxDOFdRbWokVOkVi_62Qao2uJ2m4N/s1600/IMG_8987.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh245ctuhLuRXcXVMIghwNIIRSO_grHNvIC2e9Fqf8Vj6YeXRik3G51LzSj8WU64zDC67LA_iSFfxXjEBoPamUlUgEVf7QS7HchyphenhyphenFhUUKYlT03JYvFoxDOFdRbWokVOkVi_62Qao2uJ2m4N/s320/IMG_8987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763951943626098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;">man assumes the position </span></span><span style="font-size:78%;">(and tries not to laugh when he sees that we have the camera out).</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxfnYTRw9gySScYI9vgOr_A33HppoRM6UI1ksI7OoiMRzxPOHa0A33rvihwg74NvXegup4RQ6broeM9Ycf-Z08Jr8lDOJtM4jz1KEic6HrN9PYuGUnyYuaMg-_U94XtxEgFXW3HsWdn2e/s1600/IMG_8988.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 203px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkxfnYTRw9gySScYI9vgOr_A33HppoRM6UI1ksI7OoiMRzxPOHa0A33rvihwg74NvXegup4RQ6broeM9Ycf-Z08Jr8lDOJtM4jz1KEic6HrN9PYuGUnyYuaMg-_U94XtxEgFXW3HsWdn2e/s320/IMG_8988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492765893875857394" border="0" /></a> Man brings arm down at lightening speed and makes contact with the watermelon..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BxRE6TGC9DObsgNnGHGofNDRfZOsg26Z44JGwte97uDH175ZN4bhkpSzA3p4uohwVQS4c5_ZaCYzds4yt-CiGpcnrUKBTVRjMQbXK8CFRcnKQ65ItMmm6YrmOPw1-xwJ9P5ZWN5y2dyP/s1600/IMG_8989.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1BxRE6TGC9DObsgNnGHGofNDRfZOsg26Z44JGwte97uDH175ZN4bhkpSzA3p4uohwVQS4c5_ZaCYzds4yt-CiGpcnrUKBTVRjMQbXK8CFRcnKQ65ItMmm6YrmOPw1-xwJ9P5ZWN5y2dyP/s320/IMG_8989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763943612306354" border="0" /></a>and with much determination on his face...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_AMM0pMiImdBMCzCzQzUGiESQhq1QwAE3-s7jLmUshjqwdf22vkg5jEYStv0g8Qh_YZIFlSLkc7BZH3lsiMuOiudze4YTTXeCrEac69xgrmQUSNnHOzHOEP-Szkz9WpHt180SwGW0CRB/s1600/IMG_8990.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_AMM0pMiImdBMCzCzQzUGiESQhq1QwAE3-s7jLmUshjqwdf22vkg5jEYStv0g8Qh_YZIFlSLkc7BZH3lsiMuOiudze4YTTXeCrEac69xgrmQUSNnHOzHOEP-Szkz9WpHt180SwGW0CRB/s320/IMG_8990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763260264897938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;">he splits the watermelon in one chop. <span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" >(This is actually right after he hit it as his hand was bouncing off of the watermelon)</span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytFlklovVmiirKwNioHt51WJa9b0mw6PYLN3se2DhbxAmyfnj-bHT1USSfIxlWZCQZh2CLmbWehbdnk4f-J7Jk6Y5PqdSnDvMeaXenh5_hfe4nzc6zbd7Ob0l_UFGNrrddv7L-sJ3goey/s1600/IMG_8991.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjytFlklovVmiirKwNioHt51WJa9b0mw6PYLN3se2DhbxAmyfnj-bHT1USSfIxlWZCQZh2CLmbWehbdnk4f-J7Jk6Y5PqdSnDvMeaXenh5_hfe4nzc6zbd7Ob0l_UFGNrrddv7L-sJ3goey/s320/IMG_8991.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763252744337506" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Defeated, the watermelon lay there split in two...and man shows watermelon his respect.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QiQEgGF9z-K35xgsGCU9PgSuVvbL6Qygf3q_c7mIfI0jT4mqg3o71LqygggsNCmVQem_RVPrJ_Hdpf2SthiBo_PYqnvhO9G2ISm4fvTgizzrKAUclP1X8fzrLGfP6AbVVrf8xkkDSMxL/s1600/IMG_8993.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5QiQEgGF9z-K35xgsGCU9PgSuVvbL6Qygf3q_c7mIfI0jT4mqg3o71LqygggsNCmVQem_RVPrJ_Hdpf2SthiBo_PYqnvhO9G2ISm4fvTgizzrKAUclP1X8fzrLGfP6AbVVrf8xkkDSMxL/s320/IMG_8993.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492763244582103858" border="0" /></a></div>Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-513033974928765266.post-36020051617710946942010-06-09T21:40:00.000-07:002010-06-09T21:50:27.996-07:00what would you have done?Last night I made a quick trip to Wal-Mart. Upon entering the store, I stumbled upon a group of 3 women and a 2 or 3 year old boy who was crying the whole way out of the store. Every 5 or 6 seconds one of them would yell at him to stop and proceed to spank him. She'd swat him a couple of times, he'd wail, she'd tell him to stop and then spank him again. Two things ran thru my mind as I tried not to look as we crossed paths...1) Now how smart is that? Because you know, every kid I meet just gets spanked and immediately stops crying. and 2) should i trip her and watch her fall flat on her face?! That would serve her right!! But then I thought that would send me straight to hell and probably get the kid beat more because she'd be mad. So, I walked in the store, raised my eyebrows at the greeter and went about my business. So, what would you have done?Juliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16288163517228224596noreply@blogger.com5