tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42569930651836100772024-02-06T22:59:39.864-07:00Mike and Michelle and ClanMichelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.comBlogger192125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-17451770783757194612010-11-23T19:34:00.004-07:002010-11-23T19:57:31.655-07:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Three big things happened this week.<br /><br /> </span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ben went on his first date on Saturday, November 20. Her name is Alicia, and she asked him. They went to see Harry Potter and they had chili cheese fries for dinner. They had a good time and she is a cute girl.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2d6ACLK0jFaET1Qinzk_5H8y6bFy-fxzXghCB_ArSUNmAU1pt-J62S-MuUS3NBMCltb1BuvE4AOeErCXvjTowA7X44FHKzJ1kDFHN4Wb_A5WypxjCfxTqujDCNikTePFgyMscZ0oTtw/s1600/STA74943.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542940147205045634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjT2d6ACLK0jFaET1Qinzk_5H8y6bFy-fxzXghCB_ArSUNmAU1pt-J62S-MuUS3NBMCltb1BuvE4AOeErCXvjTowA7X44FHKzJ1kDFHN4Wb_A5WypxjCfxTqujDCNikTePFgyMscZ0oTtw/s320/STA74943.JPG" /></a> The second thing is that Kimi donated her hair to Locks of Love. </div><div align="center">Here is the before picture-<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfyMlDgdVthvKT5HLaQF5UxjEInmsu9G6XSkzNu7p0J1KgRxhnlOgtp5AKwA9DbiXSgDAxIQq4bu707hxa837J3AIu97ondRmkWSR_eGJg5EvyXtL3L-MmkOtWudeuxAN2pDFzIF06Dc/s1600/STA74947.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542939776579923490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFfyMlDgdVthvKT5HLaQF5UxjEInmsu9G6XSkzNu7p0J1KgRxhnlOgtp5AKwA9DbiXSgDAxIQq4bu707hxa837J3AIu97ondRmkWSR_eGJg5EvyXtL3L-MmkOtWudeuxAN2pDFzIF06Dc/s320/STA74947.JPG" /></a>They cut off 10 inches. </div><div align="center">Here is the after picture-<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBwI8Xr5pC7Z8T1sn6xEkh5V8MzPUcUc3TOEG401bVm2gdgT1_42eZi4UzZmTrXsIrUa1Xio7o7KNqMqmv5vRhhCsZR-AQh7Z12sa327ffEJPjuu0bbsdWiE_BEYbLAw5E7gsSCVxQPo/s1600/STA74955.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542939440618500722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyBwI8Xr5pC7Z8T1sn6xEkh5V8MzPUcUc3TOEG401bVm2gdgT1_42eZi4UzZmTrXsIrUa1Xio7o7KNqMqmv5vRhhCsZR-AQh7Z12sa327ffEJPjuu0bbsdWiE_BEYbLAw5E7gsSCVxQPo/s320/STA74955.JPG" /></a>She's been begging to do it for months so we finally went over and had it done.<br /><br />The third thing-<br /><br />Today my therapist and I decided that I'm done with the therapy portion of my treatment. Neither one of us felt like there was a need anymore, but he let me know that if I am ever in need again he would be there to help me. I agreed. I am happier than I have been for years. Literally about three years. I cannot figure out why it took me so long to do anything about it. When I think of how I was living and feeling for that long, and how I feel now just a short time after I first picked up the phone, I am amazed at the difference. It is a totally different life. I feel like I am a better mother and wife, I can deal with things a whole lot better that I was, and I have the motivation and energy to do things that I haven't wanted to do for a very long time.<br />This whole last month has been such a revelation to me and I've learned so much about myself and the way I need to live to be happy and healthy. I can honestly say that by far the hardest and the best thing I have ever done in my life is to pick up the phone on October 8 and make that call. I'm so glad that I did.<br /><br /><br /></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-22644299214018558362010-11-11T14:52:00.003-07:002010-11-11T14:58:28.492-07:00<div align="center">I found this blog through a friend of mine, a lady I admire. It so describes how I feel sometimes - overwhelmed, sad, not able to control things. I was really impressed with her analogy of the signs. We all have them. We all want others to notice ours so that we don't actually have to say the words that are hard, sometimes impossible for us, to say. I hope you'll read this article and think about your signs and the signs others wear.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/?p=1411">http://bravegirlsclub.com/blog/?p=1411</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-21361888293783575052010-11-09T16:05:00.003-07:002010-11-09T16:22:28.885-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> I just got back from an appointment with my ob/gyn. I went expecting to have a lengthy discussion about anti-depression medication and the side effects and risks of taking them. I had done a lot of research about treatments, and I was not excited about any of the drugs or treatments out there. The side effects of the medications sound horrible, at least as bad as the depression, and the withdrawl from the medication is really bad, but in most cases the benefits outweigh the drawbacks. Of course, not everyone experiences any or all of the side effects or they might experience a slight reaction to the medication instead of a severe one. Either way, I don't like taking medication unless I absolutely have to.<br />Anyway, it turned into a discussion about polycystic ovarian syndrome. She is convinced that I have it and depression is one of the things that can happen when you have POS. I have all the symptoms. The only way to treat it is with diet and exercise. The symptoms of POS are irregular cycles, obesity, high blood pressure, pre-diabetes or diabetes (I am pre-diabetic), infertility. Guess how many of these categories I fall into? All of them. She was surprised that no one had ever told me before about this. She put me on a diet (the South Beach Diet) where you basically don't eat any sugar or processed food or white flour. No pasta, no bread, no candy or soda, etc. Lots of veggies and lean meats. I need to exercise for at least a half hour a day, too. She didn't put me on any medication. She wants to see if these changes make any difference. She's convinced that they will. So, I guess we'll see. I'd rather change my diet and lifestyle a bit than take drugs with undesirable side effects. I'll keep you posted.</span></div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-71123829919497419362010-10-28T12:43:00.004-07:002010-10-28T13:12:25.875-07:00<div align="center">So here's the thing.</div><div align="center">I have now officially been diagnosed with major depression. It's not something I enjoy talking about, or even wanted to acknowledge was a problem. I've been dealing with it on and off for seven or eight years, but it has been a part of my daily life for the past five. It has been pretty bad ever since Andrew was born two and a half years ago. I am at a point where it needs to be dealt with. Now. </div><div align="center">Today was the first of many appointments I will have with a mental health professional. A <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">psychologist</span>. I am now a mental health patient.</div><div align="center">I wouldn't be writing about this, but my doctor thinks that I need to expand my support group beyond my husband and my parents. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sortof</span> agree with him. Not that I want to be treated or looked at differently, but sometimes it would be nice to have someone know what's going on.</div><div align="center">So I figured that those who read this blog are the ones who know me well enough to be in on my team. Within the next few weeks I will be getting a physical checkup, getting hormone levels checked, having some therapy sessions, beginning an exercise program (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">blech</span>), and probably going on an anti-depression medication. </div><div align="center">It's scary, and it's hard to ask for help. But now that that I've taken that first step, the only place I can go is up. </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-18438300279949285342010-10-13T17:00:00.007-07:002010-10-13T17:23:21.967-07:00<div align="center"><br />So, a couple of times a year DATC (Davis Applied Technical College) sends some of the students from their beautician program to the local elementary school to give free haircuts to any kid who wants one. You know, for practice.</div><div align="center">I have never let any of my kids get one. Until today.</div><div align="center">Emma has been begging to get her hair cut "above my ears" for months.</div><div align="center">I usually cut the boys hair and the girls bangs, but I am horrible at the whole head girl haircut, so I signed the paper. I was a little concerned about the wording on the permission slip, though. It stated that I understood the risks and that DATC or their students would not be held responsible for any harm or damage that was inflicted during the hair cut. I signed hoping that Emma would come home with two ears and no scars and looking decent.</div><div align="center">Here are the before pics (taken this morning).<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527688270302960194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxKOVFY6UB6nbI2ON5RLIK6yAne6urESgZBgPzI2SYumQXOew32BfgqhldBS5tJq1yAESZE3iOoIm4EOUkmFAxFmh-YVRHLxc-sl072qIym4RR3fdZDg-m4JwgoKLdNA-zj3aVe52VPI8/s320/STA74683.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527688265691893858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijlcxg-CzalbEv4DtRHwZjXe2PD0Pc9FrReURTEnQ9wBoGar9SZ6Wt5czbBMympxzC_dbfXW8cGc-0TQNaF27MpGk2G90ZSDJ-PcPxa4TylMlvjKfeXMuDPNzK3PTsrt8ACJ1R41TG1eM/s320/STA74686.JPG" /> <div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527688257240874130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzZmxzDyJMV2vI0cIS2_S0y-YnvboJsP_GrMsDLWfzwPn2EaUXxJDtNgVRyOdOPaa9LY8tNj4xOf5slXc8YlZ0_3pk9nJgRmsv81RGeG4HmsEDCBFVmBFs-u0ZSMbrlo1TntIzyUBZ2MI/s320/STA74687.JPG" /><br />And here are the afters (taken this afternoon).<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527685487845059890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVCtf9tFxNCtaciCl5g4CLwIElVa2mo73CE64z24WqG8_88-kRW5DjVnXqNfVS_1Jwr3WR1zCZ9KsnahzBlRz72V0cpez-g-fp0AQgD9oygTGi_z84m9b9fAEL7XRc4Dnedvdi8fvnL0/s320/STA74700.JPG" /> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527685483450518850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhIgLB1AbAPF1hMl9ZLVirJXAhwLFsshFzVyaMbz-A49Aq5BqZhPnzuHTf_NJ7Wb-Xoj2o3VBvPe6blZ_y1F8kOdsKZo0ykae96I-vowa4c4REDZqMQvhWXpgpQcmIhdSXPTZuUYh8B4/s320/STA74702.JPG" /></div></div><p align="center">I guess it didn't turn out too bad. Kindof cute even.</p><p align="center"></p>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-78291284907524703642010-06-21T08:02:00.006-07:002010-06-21T08:21:51.224-07:00<div align="center">I realize that in the previous post that Emma's sunburn looks like the worse of the two. It's all an illusion. Josh is sunburned on his entire back (including the top two inches or so of his bum) and his entire chest. That's what happens when you are the child of two albinos who burn easily and you are outside in the water for hours without a bit of sunblock. </div><div align="center">Josh got sunburned so badly that he has blisters on his shoulders and he has been in major pain since Friday evening. Last night the pain and itch associated with the burn were so bad that he was in tears. Mike had a neighbor come over and they gave Josh a blessing. He didn't get to sleep until well past midnight, but when he woke up this morning, he said the itch was gone and the pain was manageable. He still has a ways to go until he's done with this challenge in his life, but I think he's learned how important it is to follow the rules and listen to your mom when she says to put on sunblock. He's also had his testimony of priesthood blessings strengthened. Sometimes the most important lessons you have to learn in this life come because of major physical or emotional pain. I wish it wasn't that way, but it is. It's hard to see your children in pain or need and not be able to help them. </div><div align="center">I imagine that that's what our Heavenly Father goes through every day.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-19381214549914173502010-06-20T15:25:00.003-07:002010-06-20T15:32:38.351-07:00<div align="center">This is what we're dealing with around here-</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWxlZFQ69R5rGdHtYrIY9LIpAmRAAu2zHaubzgBsGeMb_9Jvci7FJ0YpRTmNrhrw02mNw0AUJa-k-AVwdubUSZw6-nJaqbqHqYQvdVKFmeOOMd7Ovsrlk-L32XQQSaxLJs8MiDHYZIA0/s1600/STA73359.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484986225365845522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWxlZFQ69R5rGdHtYrIY9LIpAmRAAu2zHaubzgBsGeMb_9Jvci7FJ0YpRTmNrhrw02mNw0AUJa-k-AVwdubUSZw6-nJaqbqHqYQvdVKFmeOOMd7Ovsrlk-L32XQQSaxLJs8MiDHYZIA0/s320/STA73359.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484985910443203378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BCRSXQFcib1T3Q3_QzU-BUCxtj79dJtSBiS_FzTydJVVkY-ZgpETa6fwmdQZuA7zf7smtPyhndi9ElaYn8iPQJkvaKz7kMIXq9xiBQUl_ZRPK15RTnJWXXB4Uci_LacOw0mJOcwuQRc/s320/STA73356.JPG" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Lots of ibuprofen, aloe vera, and whining.</div><div align="center">Yay for us.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-70235964467097077952010-06-18T12:29:00.004-07:002010-06-18T12:37:47.437-07:00<div align="center">Yesterday was our 18th wedding anniversary. </div><div align="center">We got this card from our two oldest boys-<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484199423428141826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Edq01zc4a9zAMKgv4QzLxMOn77_UoIxLlszS_c_kIBJxSaB8hxfzRy7QRLgquiYrctAuwrJcZV9LvvvHCc2C4dXl3QI35Ax6jGd3-i2Vl3kLfHKeHuk6nVvuasUQkuL5CvEKzydSW40/s320/STA73354.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFeR4GJj0GpVjQsCQxkAXgHolIILuRTOaVjXaiXZI4puzw1FbyBdQKssV7m5MC3HQO6N2w4zpXzkzBxI3Kx6BxZ0A7arwMavMHV1IahzK5KXBgvVdLETaiyNbB-x0lDZCMm52Tepf2mA/s1600/STA73355.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484198969476926146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPFeR4GJj0GpVjQsCQxkAXgHolIILuRTOaVjXaiXZI4puzw1FbyBdQKssV7m5MC3HQO6N2w4zpXzkzBxI3Kx6BxZ0A7arwMavMHV1IahzK5KXBgvVdLETaiyNbB-x0lDZCMm52Tepf2mA/s320/STA73355.JPG" /></a><br />They thought it was the most hilarious thing they had ever seen. (It is kindof clever.)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />Have a super day!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAPgs9VLJtOnM3kO-bOgcsVn9LgjjsII4S2qOsHPhyphenhyphen9WfKY_zVuiPYLwShevmrqWiPvLpZbL9a9LPSOyAcfFuJwUjrG0PGhYqLTSTqYjr6WWsp8p8w2yFUsTCKBjWZVYva1NYR1SDxY8I/s1600/STA73355.JPG"></a></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-82281290611210323592010-06-17T09:07:00.008-07:002010-06-17T09:31:27.306-07:00<div align="center">Something wonderful happened eighteen years ago today.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUuLnjSlhnerBcdzYMDEauyVBfwnl484UmLFnL7BUE9qLb1DoR3PzXZiekylH-MamkbThc4Oab8cBFsT2VgGV_f3C3hrl8l95iW3js3c9d6qx40DGbJvoMNIugNSMF0sNaNWXIXCrokw/s1600/scan0024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483778906506602418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUuLnjSlhnerBcdzYMDEauyVBfwnl484UmLFnL7BUE9qLb1DoR3PzXZiekylH-MamkbThc4Oab8cBFsT2VgGV_f3C3hrl8l95iW3js3c9d6qx40DGbJvoMNIugNSMF0sNaNWXIXCrokw/s320/scan0024.jpg" /></a> Guess what it was?</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMJInG-WHLQYK22VyZl0KJA7blLVL6atsb_8UD5iC04myXZxNQljOXErnkVjZiE2gDic6Qf0x99AodLaUJXDbah-h0jc_OdJxiGnmOMTJLnsw7c6c9Ntf8ehmWlxdga64ys6SISQRxYw/s1600/scan0014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483778777754430098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVMJInG-WHLQYK22VyZl0KJA7blLVL6atsb_8UD5iC04myXZxNQljOXErnkVjZiE2gDic6Qf0x99AodLaUJXDbah-h0jc_OdJxiGnmOMTJLnsw7c6c9Ntf8ehmWlxdga64ys6SISQRxYw/s320/scan0014.jpg" /></a> Do you need a hint?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8D7_yCXiKd_HtNI4BqHswLzSWMBPRIn8zdbRemdnSEXF0G9Cj1-xMzf8pG5AUdIs96x3OrApOGVz0fFfBycAjjcj6K8MPd-DYVXv5tgUD-rDlhZ0MH18L9i8n5m7_oYFx6UfRKl80GQw/s1600/scan0016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483778657480199058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8D7_yCXiKd_HtNI4BqHswLzSWMBPRIn8zdbRemdnSEXF0G9Cj1-xMzf8pG5AUdIs96x3OrApOGVz0fFfBycAjjcj6K8MPd-DYVXv5tgUD-rDlhZ0MH18L9i8n5m7_oYFx6UfRKl80GQw/s320/scan0016.jpg" /></a> <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFUWa0TxGYrHPZilHew-9CkQ1eVTIurayaqOfN2yKL1KAFh5QKPdjS_1I49XY8xApzKpdoteBzCFOB2kI616cOgKISHZgz07rTJEns29maS6UaYC_6N4ECKRtOMBRq-Ugjr1d3jle7cg/s1600/scan0013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483778516889581346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCFUWa0TxGYrHPZilHew-9CkQ1eVTIurayaqOfN2yKL1KAFh5QKPdjS_1I49XY8xApzKpdoteBzCFOB2kI616cOgKISHZgz07rTJEns29maS6UaYC_6N4ECKRtOMBRq-Ugjr1d3jle7cg/s320/scan0013.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>We started our happily ever after!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz58A3NciWfTdryTYbQqPCq8rv3SpYLSh-ngpPrxhVZbYN_zOaUEpbMaEnwkLzUBB6jrQVoFVYozMIrNahnLygeO5eVTV1gwzK04MZfVXL3wL_cbaEqPF3vTOZvPzvIZKeOoeB_s4NHM/s1600/scan0018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483778384460753762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCz58A3NciWfTdryTYbQqPCq8rv3SpYLSh-ngpPrxhVZbYN_zOaUEpbMaEnwkLzUBB6jrQVoFVYozMIrNahnLygeO5eVTV1gwzK04MZfVXL3wL_cbaEqPF3vTOZvPzvIZKeOoeB_s4NHM/s320/scan0018.jpg" /></a> </div><div>I'm not saying that it's all been peaches and roses. We've had some trying times, some frustrating times, some not so happy times along with the blissful, wonderful, and amazing times. But I've got to say, it's been worth it - every single minute of it.</div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Happy Anniversary to us!</div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div><br /></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-17156086633170191572010-06-14T08:01:00.007-07:002010-06-14T08:18:57.856-07:00<div align="center">So.....<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Here's how it went down -<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Last week, as we were leaving Church, we were stopped by Brother Ward. He's the first counselor in our bishopric. He said, "Mike, I want to give you some blessings." He then asked Mike if he would speak in Church the next Sunday on the Conference talk by Gregory A. Schwitzer - Developing Good Judgment and Not Judging Others. I was wrestling kids and a huge Church bag so I went out to the car and promptly forgot about that conversation.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Fast forward to yesterday. </div><div align="center">We walk into the Chapel and I see Brother Ward standing there. I turned to Mike and said, "You're speaking in Sacrament Meeting today." Mike turned white, looked like he was going to throw up and said, "Are you freaking kidding me?" Brother Ward overheard this whole conversation and said, "Really? Are you kidding?" And since I was once again wrestling kids and a huge Church bag I didn't hear what else went on. All I know is that Mike disappeared, came into Sacrament Meeting late with his scriptures and some books, and then gave an awesome talk that many people complimented him on.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I have the coolest husband!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(and may I say, it's about time he was asked to speak. We've lived here for almost 3 1/2 years and I've spoken 3 times. This was Mike's first time to speak in this ward.)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-63221241436896154262010-06-09T07:51:00.011-07:002010-06-09T08:31:10.100-07:00<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">My kids found this the other day-<a><br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480789899758576994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9QlifbpYtPnwIxIy72pItmJJ0EeDZ5-wg00KmBuP9HPpDH03onT2l4AAcb6EzuaKcxGqUR3fjVB9P58axGlLY1nRkFpJvZiexYfzhENITT_l4s91cgTQbf9S8JRWxQNu78y2XiqYbWpY/s320/June+4,+2010+3.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480789640011977058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj09tJa4NOppzAWlEPxsjZke3vaxW6CD8jv6QBDCQlzB3TwuPcoIPMY9sYDbsgQ-2yslLxLVsOyQgCzte6l_J3DLw44NEUxb8XybWyfeznmDm4AI7SH0YXnrYOOl3MiHdh6JD70SHyyz4A/s320/June+4,+2010+4.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480787576638858418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAmX0fG4zFCbi7hwtTYvP7vFLZZt6otmUdB3SkFATkcTLz49AfTitmcRBmqH7J1rW-bzyWtASo2gWEF8dQGHt9H_rW8wLYbX_M1cX3ouYhUPWL5iAIcIvAEzNsI7K0BOj39l6CBWPUcY/s320/June+4,+2010+5.JPG" /> <div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhAmX0fG4zFCbi7hwtTYvP7vFLZZt6otmUdB3SkFATkcTLz49AfTitmcRBmqH7J1rW-bzyWtASo2gWEF8dQGHt9H_rW8wLYbX_M1cX3ouYhUPWL5iAIcIvAEzNsI7K0BOj39l6CBWPUcY/s1600/June+4,+2010+5.JPG"></a> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />That brings the grand total of snakes found by my kids to three in the past few weeks. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I'm not surprised. This is what our backyard currently looks like-<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCkKeKzmmGZ7uX252cJSTuSfuGnmn_Jy3wHPTLDoPtX8sNXdcgg5jY61D4L8VIbT2fwG7jYpwjFknj8r5Kh4iHxj8Sv1jK-fc8L3AY6cqItZuq7dC2yHkLkf8QGXuBUvq5aSwC5Qm1Io/s1600/STA73245.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480792129369056162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmCkKeKzmmGZ7uX252cJSTuSfuGnmn_Jy3wHPTLDoPtX8sNXdcgg5jY61D4L8VIbT2fwG7jYpwjFknj8r5Kh4iHxj8Sv1jK-fc8L3AY6cqItZuq7dC2yHkLkf8QGXuBUvq5aSwC5Qm1Io/s320/STA73245.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Do you see those weeds? They literally come up to my chest. We are currently in the process of reclaiming our yard by mowing down those weeds. I hope we aren't committing mass snake-icide in the process. That'd be a bummer.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">************************<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">In other news...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Our ward had a scout court of honor last night. Josh earned both his First Class and his Second Class and was awarded them both last night. I would post pictures, but frankly I don't feel like wrestling with blogger any more this morning. It has already deleted my post twice, and I just can't deal with it anymore. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-4673280497858002602010-06-02T07:52:00.003-07:002010-06-02T08:06:48.422-07:00<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Welcome to June!<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">The last post took me almost 2 hours. Sometimes I really do not like blogger. This picture is from that post, but for some reason blogger just deleted it. So here it is-<br /><br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"> </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDG34iHqapY6w3eb5cjCBB9e71PolHq9VuwyI45ODRNVcHpBrYSx6gIQqMIhVycEu0DKVrVwD1yKwbgVWDstROUbdPi9k8iTZ50rMUYD3CHkM5OngIVSvi_NRwVCJ0rCq_BfdF7dXHg4/s1600/STA73004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478189954056627522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCDG34iHqapY6w3eb5cjCBB9e71PolHq9VuwyI45ODRNVcHpBrYSx6gIQqMIhVycEu0DKVrVwD1yKwbgVWDstROUbdPi9k8iTZ50rMUYD3CHkM5OngIVSvi_NRwVCJ0rCq_BfdF7dXHg4/s320/STA73004.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /> Emma found a snake in our yard a few weeks ago. She found one last summer that she named Edward, and she thinks that this is the same one. Who knows, maybe it is.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />**********************</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />Yesterday Mike quit his job. He's been waiting (and wanting) to do that for a long time, at least two years. He finally found another job. And we don't have to move, it's more money, and the benefits (insurance) are better and less expensive. The drawback - he'll be working all over the U.S. and maybe even out of the country (they told him that he would need a passport). He may be gone for over a week at a time. We'll see. It will be an adjustment, but he's excited and it will be something that will challenge him and allow for growth, for both of us.</div><div align="center">He'll be working for AlphaGraphics helping to open new stores across the country.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I'm sure there will be more to tell when we get more information. Right now about all we know is that he's supposed to start on June 15.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Have a superb day. I plan to.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-26111424878175035842010-05-30T16:28:00.012-07:002010-05-30T20:40:56.435-07:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Update!!!!! Yay!<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">I got my haircut the day before Mother's Day. It went from this-<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477262401765647218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6L26IEDxPzZA3QoVyj1blPWZ1645SOGo0WHZYiVbsB88SvP5UTCD_aiL3qCBKFLpq1Gv0LAeDPfl9yo7QZGMyCXrhod32pGBvQ80ir6yK6CkMZd3bB7O9l-GURmZTqWkrY41FKxMTds/s320/STA72901.JPG" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center">to this-</p><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477211793266386706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIVhoBIWrR0iItkTIXFnMnJ79B3pWK8KBNCmfSyV55k2Xth5BUuCTYM2qKLr18VaXJQ6PPtT2KPq_xsY2W6e4mwS_b-5VBLMZ_xRot4hOg97CLVWB-OS1FuwueE1h4TmvOcmTZUlcf_rg/s320/STA72913.JPG" /> That first picture is kindof goofy, but you get the idea.<br /></p><p align="center">I had to take apart the disposal. Ben was playing with a bb (from a bb gun, don't ask because I have no idea where he got it) and it somehow ended up in the disposal. It didn't ruin the disposal, but it was sure inconvenient at the time.</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477211787660374434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUUmPpmoQOy0B48vfYZ7A44eVzt8R6Oy8TZk8Ip7MHE3zA7lM7ZEFESvZn3YaYSsPEGF-BFYm3XEAM707vtxe17SXdi8N-rESR1NwPC360u0T1neh-76W3XWfIGE3CEdRbcw-LbusrCg/s320/STA72919.JPG" /> <p align="center">On May 12, this lovely lady had a birthday. She didn't want a cake, she wanted root beer floats. So that's what we had. She turned 11. Two days later, a boy at school asked her if she would go to a movie with him. I have a feeling that we may be in for some trouble here.</p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477211776728052114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqXUw3FJ6WH-F9ziuBEqSkhbbQBiEkaNoI__dh8C524mUG1lMLVyQDlA7651_T-u_KpRkXrSuRFRPettF-HBeq9ml3YABx8XVInjwpE-7aTatgxtchiMsa9PPKiBpYeCKXrddsTEp3gs/s320/STA72939.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477211768809895890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicPTt5C64rMN83t9OaoAfDio5pM-Qfa8PXKzFT8J31XlR7QO_Gvv1v3_utzsSQrR3eu6zxG7Nu7w_jNn3RXzp-4Si74g8pxsDVcLYduAWzwZgoQGuqowSJrUuXDZK6ZIezfWHITUxwwgU/s320/STA72957.JPG" /> </p><div align="center">On May 15 (Saturday) Mike said, "Do you want to install the new floor today?" He had brought home some laminate flooring some weeks before and it had been sitting - in the boxes - in our front room since then. I said sure, so we started ripping up the linoleum in the kitchen and dining area. We knew that we would need to install some new subfloor in the front room, but we thought that we could get the kitchen and dining area done before we needed to worry about that.</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6dv4sEWQ0z3dkYMjmQC6fRs9DrgnDcjTqhEm1NGQ4hhY47-Lnq0FXqVGeqne6Fu_MCl22jfk6XGZcpFdfikhnZzMg8nEu-I9TasmB-zDEy_1XrzuhVKquCc53l2E8A3fjJpTYkINEZU/s1600/STA72984.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477210340993439026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV6dv4sEWQ0z3dkYMjmQC6fRs9DrgnDcjTqhEm1NGQ4hhY47-Lnq0FXqVGeqne6Fu_MCl22jfk6XGZcpFdfikhnZzMg8nEu-I9TasmB-zDEy_1XrzuhVKquCc53l2E8A3fjJpTYkINEZU/s320/STA72984.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center">We got it all ready and put one of the pieces of laminate down on the floor. I really didn't like it, but Mike did and he had spent some money to purchase it. He could tell that I was less than pleased, so he loaded me and the little boys in the car and off the Lowe's we went. After some hours and a few different stores, we found something that wasn't outrageously expensive that we both liked and that matched our cabinets and table. We started to install it around 5pm and got almost all of the dining area done by 11pm. I spent the next few days installing the flooring in the kitchen. (On Monday I wasted most of the morning on the computer looking for a cheap flight to LA so I could attend my brother's wedding, and Tuesday I had a doctor's appointment in Salt Lake that took most of that day. I didn't get back to the floor until Wednesday. I didn't get to go to the wedding, by the way. Sorry Eric and Jill!) I got all the floor done by Friday around 4pm and re-installed the stove. I was about to re-install the dishwasher when I stepped on the floor. To my horror, I noticed that there was about 1/4 inch of water UNDER the new flooring. I un-installed the stove and we took out all the new flooring. Even what was in the dining area because the water had seeped under the cabinet. It took about an hour and a half to rip up what it had taken me about four days to install. We won't even talk about the amount of water added to the floor from my tears.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477210319580023714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymjdAQfdLOamwG_Sf-TKQAn7BehykwWJ4qZc-631ff78daYZgo8iXpBpgAK2uWFmzA6MERbzAYvD6fhlxEywYq-ntepvvasl1vDkiZw61ViKfJBE8wG8HfBw_pvj1IXkzAMO9IWG4hGg/s320/STA73009.JPG" /> <p align="center">We had the fan on the floor for almost 48 hours before we decided that it was dry enough to re-install the flooring. All in all, I guess it wasn't too bad. A wasted week, but we only had to throw away four and a half boards. It's all done now (the part that was previously done) and it looks better than before. Yesterday (Saturday, May 29) we spent the day prepping the front room for flooring - ripping out carpet, pad, and tack strips, and installing a new sub-floor. Tomorrow we will be putting in the new flooring in there. Hopefully it will go pretty fast and we can be done by tomorrow evening. It will be so nice to have it done!</p><p align="center">Josh had his last band concert on Thursday, May 27. They still sound like a junior high school band, but I must admit that they have improved since the beginning of the year.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpS7E6mXGNo8xJohB0QmPW1jeAskGmMGCMUTG3Kk2f5t7vD6Obt_omvu_1_zKeY5NhQ17A-KhGb_G7YKWSJPt80tmicokWbhBa6o-VReqMCbW2TlAqIdH3CuuJt6g1lQeIBcAriEyRN0/s1600/STA73059.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477210314243465906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlpS7E6mXGNo8xJohB0QmPW1jeAskGmMGCMUTG3Kk2f5t7vD6Obt_omvu_1_zKeY5NhQ17A-KhGb_G7YKWSJPt80tmicokWbhBa6o-VReqMCbW2TlAqIdH3CuuJt6g1lQeIBcAriEyRN0/s320/STA73059.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>This is what Andrew looked like at the concert.</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrzelZ85KgKWcBc0q_iuyw3xAtfum-2FEhRsCujbyIysCCJBWj0QU4SIwZkQeyWc99KHf7fWio3z79LFijddtfx0-xxM2pclVHEA1V_rga8HhvNHxhDAYrKoYdQd5egJsQzZhP2HJjsA/s1600/STA73071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477210297793671922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidrzelZ85KgKWcBc0q_iuyw3xAtfum-2FEhRsCujbyIysCCJBWj0QU4SIwZkQeyWc99KHf7fWio3z79LFijddtfx0-xxM2pclVHEA1V_rga8HhvNHxhDAYrKoYdQd5egJsQzZhP2HJjsA/s320/STA73071.JPG" /> <p align="center"></a>The poor little guy. He had had another seizure on Wednesday and he was still sick and not feeling well at all. He had a fever of between 102 and 103 all afternoon, and that was while he was medicated. I would've stayed home from the concert with him, but Mike was at work and meeting us at the concert so I needed to take Josh over to the school anyway. Andrew was such a little trooper through the whole thing. After the concert, Mike got our neighbor to come over and help give Andrew a blessing. About a half an hour after the blessing, Andrew had no more fever and he slept pretty well all through the night. I am so glad that the priesthood is on the earth and that my husband is worthy to use that power to bless our family when we need it. Our family has been so blessed by the Gospel and I am so grateful that we are members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. </p><p align="center">Well, now you are caught up on what's been happing around here. Feel free to drop by and see the new flooring if you're interested. Have a fabulous day!</p><p align="center">p.s. Tomorrow while we are installing the new flooring, I will be praying for the families of all those who have lost their lives while protecting the freedoms of others. I am truly grateful for their service. To all those in the military and their families - We love you and you are deeply appreciated for all your sacrifice and service!</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-56426625210800084452010-04-26T15:00:00.021-07:002010-04-26T19:39:52.230-07:00<div align="center"><br />Since I've been such a slacker, I'll sum up. Even so, be ready for a bit of a read.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">In January, my hubby had a birthday and turned the big four ohh.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464593108123302626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQldGD5ATUUv9fw8LYwWgDLDinsQstBG18sFWUpj8mWjbkC6fvAJwhkzRKGtQxQx4rcNBCtk7Q6kzbWRyfHAd3mwPJ3jTEtwTbjXSSduWwnncXItusSqEeO_1ZlSGMVrFq7M18DN8mJbA/s320/January+28,+2010+1.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><div align="center">On February 8 Grandpa took all his sons and grandsons (and Keri) to see the Harlem Globetrotters. I saw the pictures. It looks like a good time was had by all.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjOCPb9eDGzIAoCAno-kNvEuTTOqOubEiv8oYastekofTe9sA34HuyJnbrDMa_6pA_ENcTkjfEfPqVMnZXuPY-IocjDL-rpcX72Lkn3baV-De3b01Zlx2JGYQHPA9VCtd5SlDjntg8Io/s1600/February+8,+2010+3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464590367453511266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRjOCPb9eDGzIAoCAno-kNvEuTTOqOubEiv8oYastekofTe9sA34HuyJnbrDMa_6pA_ENcTkjfEfPqVMnZXuPY-IocjDL-rpcX72Lkn3baV-De3b01Zlx2JGYQHPA9VCtd5SlDjntg8Io/s200/February+8,+2010+3.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GHzo04LRpe8Ii4UycQGEwoPegVSZOr1iP_U4UJA7oztjuQFgu1veCBvbLl0ebzxedD9Vlx9Sqq7IFC-51l3MzczYO_6LD8NA0ivgR2-2G7CWbaTUn06-W3NLeQLN7abnesTRr6aoDrA/s1600/February+13,+2010+3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464587913196669490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GHzo04LRpe8Ii4UycQGEwoPegVSZOr1iP_U4UJA7oztjuQFgu1veCBvbLl0ebzxedD9Vlx9Sqq7IFC-51l3MzczYO_6LD8NA0ivgR2-2G7CWbaTUn06-W3NLeQLN7abnesTRr6aoDrA/s200/February+13,+2010+3.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For Valentine's Day I made pink applesauce pancakes shaped like hearts. Can we all say it together? Ready - aaawwwwww, how special. I don't make shaped pancakes very often because I stink at it. It just so happens that when I flipped these they landed like that. I couldn't resist taking a picture.<br /><br /><br />On February 19, Mike was the 8,000th facebook fan for a really neat lady - Becky Higgins. I have followed her and admired her and been inspired by her for a long time. She has written articles for Creating Keepsakes Magazine and she has written a few books. She has a blog about her family, scrapbooking ideas, and organizational tips that I have followed for a few years (<a href="http://www.beckyhiggins.com/">http://www.beckyhiggins.com/</a>). Anyway, Mike was her 8,000th fan. She had decided that she would call that person and interview them and highlight them on her blog. She called and interviewed me because Mike told her to. She wrote a very lovely article about me and said some really nice things. You can go here to see it if you didn't see it when it was done - </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.beckyhiggins.com/blog/2010/03/8000.html">http://www.beckyhiggins.com/blog/2010/03/8000.html</a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3oF58K22W0BiuDF1RvmUOly2Z8wo388e_9xDbMPsJ1ATCTBTsHDsGtkSCT__Yqmu4gf48hdj7sXntDgdO_cqcvSz7y3akCNgYlnsup8BndDrCtFt-S3U6swPjEauk_l0xVuYOF1TmOQ/s1600/February+19,+2010+5.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464590359989963634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE3oF58K22W0BiuDF1RvmUOly2Z8wo388e_9xDbMPsJ1ATCTBTsHDsGtkSCT__Yqmu4gf48hdj7sXntDgdO_cqcvSz7y3akCNgYlnsup8BndDrCtFt-S3U6swPjEauk_l0xVuYOF1TmOQ/s200/February+19,+2010+5.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zXiKITANG8OW9spsTGvPioK6jPH_4uVCDgSTZJvey2HOh1oD4XtHMKQYYaEMuAgMacs1Aqm_0gEl0w392inKr_9UKxG-BS_OFzcMKWsA7ruPxEfhOhb4vFCEgSh_f4TwbCovAxwlo0A/s1600/February+22,+2010.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464587899014123378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0zXiKITANG8OW9spsTGvPioK6jPH_4uVCDgSTZJvey2HOh1oD4XtHMKQYYaEMuAgMacs1Aqm_0gEl0w392inKr_9UKxG-BS_OFzcMKWsA7ruPxEfhOhb4vFCEgSh_f4TwbCovAxwlo0A/s200/February+22,+2010.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then on March 3 I had a knock on the door at about 2:20pm. I was getting some paper together to work on a project for my Mom and my aunt. You see, my grandpa was dying - could've been any minute - and I was making some cards for them that we could put a bit of his hair in. I had made them cards like that when my grandma died and they both expressed interest in having one for my grandpa also. Anyway, I had just picked the paper when the doorbell rang. I answered the door, and was shocked to see Becky Higgins standing there on my front porch.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwhS2lKZjp45cPKgUCQ_81vAOYUSi9ub7EnlknThRdkxPcC4VWRC4DwQoJ6Fqu6xaj0_QMYlgSSsatbK_pE6MEvTrV-Xm_aRvTi3jG0vXB3XjATXV8tI-utyBXRqUNGjF2r4UK0J6jM8/s1600/March+3,+2010+2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464587890276714658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQwhS2lKZjp45cPKgUCQ_81vAOYUSi9ub7EnlknThRdkxPcC4VWRC4DwQoJ6Fqu6xaj0_QMYlgSSsatbK_pE6MEvTrV-Xm_aRvTi3jG0vXB3XjATXV8tI-utyBXRqUNGjF2r4UK0J6jM8/s200/March+3,+2010+2.jpg" /></a> She was on vacation, visiting some friends here and doing some skiing, and decided to come visit me. She brought me one of her kits - Project Life. It's a way to display your life for a year. A picture a day, a few lines of writing telling about what happened that day, slip it in the spot on the page, and there you have it. It was so great to meet her. She is so nice, and personable. I don't know how she has time to do all the things she does. She has three kids, a business she runs, and she is the Relief Society President in her ward. She amazes me.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzT83WT_AEmibqJ882Cf0HLLECOuUrOaNkDioJQsVwPpmaPM9u37JjJ40bxpqXxrJYvHPVhwX0F9wNuu0EPdPjFfx4_9LdNi6wg4IrrO8WtJAj_IS1Rk2Dm9tM1sHhNYra2XjA3710CKM/s1600/February+24,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464590343781106930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzT83WT_AEmibqJ882Cf0HLLECOuUrOaNkDioJQsVwPpmaPM9u37JjJ40bxpqXxrJYvHPVhwX0F9wNuu0EPdPjFfx4_9LdNi6wg4IrrO8WtJAj_IS1Rk2Dm9tM1sHhNYra2XjA3710CKM/s200/February+24,+2010+1.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>On February 24 Andrew held a tea party for his bear. So cute!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftRpgHAgv7EKDFwOk-UeTHvquk-9q9C9DoPYIe2cBK2bglZ2_r34V-zKDseF6OgJ1fFvG03ZvP1ffxoB-0vuQYEmJYuZ5vOe8kGdqTDzmU8ElnygPcaIvcAO3VK_L_Vm9jPXMRCjgl1o/s1600/March+10,+2010+1.JPG"></a></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftRpgHAgv7EKDFwOk-UeTHvquk-9q9C9DoPYIe2cBK2bglZ2_r34V-zKDseF6OgJ1fFvG03ZvP1ffxoB-0vuQYEmJYuZ5vOe8kGdqTDzmU8ElnygPcaIvcAO3VK_L_Vm9jPXMRCjgl1o/s1600/March+10,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464590337617651458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhftRpgHAgv7EKDFwOk-UeTHvquk-9q9C9DoPYIe2cBK2bglZ2_r34V-zKDseF6OgJ1fFvG03ZvP1ffxoB-0vuQYEmJYuZ5vOe8kGdqTDzmU8ElnygPcaIvcAO3VK_L_Vm9jPXMRCjgl1o/s200/March+10,+2010+1.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center">My Grandpa finally died on March 6. He hung on for a lot longer than anyone thought he would. It was an excruciating time for all of us. We were all very sad at his passing, but we were relieved that he was done with his suffering. I was able to go to Oregon to help clean out his apartment and to attend his funeral.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgbKcTa6b5GgbRslnz3kENJJPvnndUtewq-lr0lVLnAeC2OLjSAJNOGzUfSv6yDvGCMsC0c5jKDIMrdjRi_IWOocxnTdY7rQsAMBexHt3skS2yVzsLCuG0uFf2OtlXFr-diTZSuwrlCg/s1600/March+10,+2010+6.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464587879078006834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjgbKcTa6b5GgbRslnz3kENJJPvnndUtewq-lr0lVLnAeC2OLjSAJNOGzUfSv6yDvGCMsC0c5jKDIMrdjRi_IWOocxnTdY7rQsAMBexHt3skS2yVzsLCuG0uFf2OtlXFr-diTZSuwrlCg/s200/March+10,+2010+6.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />While in Oregon I had some really good experiences with my family. All my brothers and sisters were able to come, most without spouses and none brought kids. We had so much fun, especially Jolene and I. We spent the most time together because both of us rode up and back with Dad.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzHerxlEcwp87SRVszNPLf0R6Wp5Pm47yTNLhxl2DiVQpT-vUZ1-MbL3lQOCT2jN-NoX8EtNUcSqw0uO_L3yGMI_EUidjUqLAB0ovqPT10NvVqZKYu-jj3sRwaQNTAKD-Ih_6KuDXYOM/s1600/March+11,+2010+2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464587873422441970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpzHerxlEcwp87SRVszNPLf0R6Wp5Pm47yTNLhxl2DiVQpT-vUZ1-MbL3lQOCT2jN-NoX8EtNUcSqw0uO_L3yGMI_EUidjUqLAB0ovqPT10NvVqZKYu-jj3sRwaQNTAKD-Ih_6KuDXYOM/s200/March+11,+2010+2.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcy2xmbvzYAn9rviKFd3kHYTYFdJAYT1PJYrc9Zw-84N2DBitMcsxtzRwgMRm4Y5ZQzbvYL2hYNFYaQ0spuy_obhHEa-bEgBjQxaa4BgDgWcl6PKKI-Mj6ozyw-O_4aUege_QWt6Epb3c/s1600/March+11,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464590330495283666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcy2xmbvzYAn9rviKFd3kHYTYFdJAYT1PJYrc9Zw-84N2DBitMcsxtzRwgMRm4Y5ZQzbvYL2hYNFYaQ0spuy_obhHEa-bEgBjQxaa4BgDgWcl6PKKI-Mj6ozyw-O_4aUege_QWt6Epb3c/s200/March+11,+2010+1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When we helped clean out the apartment, we found quite a few of Grandma's things that Grandpa couldn't part with, like Grandma's lipsticks. Of course we had to try them on.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5XEGfFk8rmlTfCkcQ_YYpdCtSQq3zzJeVrhw7_F8PuoKvuXDk164TwEqhf9MVK0j8ihqWqhilbYAOsfEuUnrn37SFz9-k4B-nxnLvdZwhj2utDkWLaPEkQfNoJhSh39wpMWMYyJz6n8/s1600/March+13,+2010+2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464584655534061858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ5XEGfFk8rmlTfCkcQ_YYpdCtSQq3zzJeVrhw7_F8PuoKvuXDk164TwEqhf9MVK0j8ihqWqhilbYAOsfEuUnrn37SFz9-k4B-nxnLvdZwhj2utDkWLaPEkQfNoJhSh39wpMWMYyJz6n8/s200/March+13,+2010+2.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6_2NTAlIfThJi_QEMhhsklinpTYr_v0CY_DNGQ2948LTHF1GSJf6BDpg_FyHajA-G14Aq2EORi-2XbbEz57EZ2Sak7gVh5OoH-LcZg_leMjiu-xEeRkTHwyTOD1n12JxKgRZa5bazJg/s1600/March+13,+2010+4.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582027346578354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie6_2NTAlIfThJi_QEMhhsklinpTYr_v0CY_DNGQ2948LTHF1GSJf6BDpg_FyHajA-G14Aq2EORi-2XbbEz57EZ2Sak7gVh5OoH-LcZg_leMjiu-xEeRkTHwyTOD1n12JxKgRZa5bazJg/s200/March+13,+2010+4.JPG" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />My Granddad was awesome. He could fix anything. He built things and invented things. He had tons of apple trees on his property and he made an apple press so he could make his own apple cider. My mom and my Aunt Julia picked out a casket for my grandpa that looked like he could've made it himself. It was so beautiful. The spray that they had made for the top of his casket had a bird nest and apples. Everything about it made us think about Grandpa and his life. He was a great man and all our lives are a bit empty because he is no longer with us. We all learned a lot from Grandpa and his example.<br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfamIQrXhO5rv32n52C441GFY97ldrpKxSDZeBZ2louRV1YQrhEDECTY_lVx72pnCBCOwzNWYv-1Qu57KAhgU0ZXFy85RbvSnmLmBT1TGByGCeA3xbPPdJAJ6EfIHnBgrRl0NcpqWfeI/s1600/March+12,+2010+8.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464584664720955394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEfamIQrXhO5rv32n52C441GFY97ldrpKxSDZeBZ2louRV1YQrhEDECTY_lVx72pnCBCOwzNWYv-1Qu57KAhgU0ZXFy85RbvSnmLmBT1TGByGCeA3xbPPdJAJ6EfIHnBgrRl0NcpqWfeI/s200/March+12,+2010+8.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV5rSjSP3YILH7z3I3MD6Z06EwNaWqAXPY-HXl89XX3D7MTBX25Oi2mn1-aAwvnwd0i-AJeGuIvCbjRyx7ra5RBZoZqRMH2zaesO5lyEHzUAbxzOc8yYNX0DM2rsegXhWy_zO9YuldTw/s1600/March+13,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582017853821282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoV5rSjSP3YILH7z3I3MD6Z06EwNaWqAXPY-HXl89XX3D7MTBX25Oi2mn1-aAwvnwd0i-AJeGuIvCbjRyx7ra5RBZoZqRMH2zaesO5lyEHzUAbxzOc8yYNX0DM2rsegXhWy_zO9YuldTw/s200/March+13,+2010+1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">When I went to Oregon I was a little sad, and not just because I was going there to attend a funeral. I thought that I wouldn't get the chance to visit the Coast. The Oregon Coast is one of my favorite places on the face of this earth. I LOVE IT! I thought that we wouldn't have the time or a way to get there. Well, out of the seven days I was in Oregon I was at the coast on three of them. And two of the days were travel days. So really, it was three out of five. I was so blessed to be able to be there. It is so beautiful. I even got to see the ocean at night, which is something that I've never seen before. It looked like molten silver. So cool! I went out to dinner with all my brothers and sisters at about midnight Utah time. I can't say that I would recommend eating fish and chips that late, but it was a really fun time. </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8J4pNkyO8qx3o9hMXr0BCyIQyXjpWYbIcWep8PfcYM7IB6XlnCyRM7Fido-haEPn44KgQS0FQKSqQTTKYyZb3O_2hxYKCpHJnmKJVmLKCD3-t0M0Pjn3xSxEOMpBNkmPf98ivSPJu_I/s1600/March+13,+2010+6.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464584648397689538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg8J4pNkyO8qx3o9hMXr0BCyIQyXjpWYbIcWep8PfcYM7IB6XlnCyRM7Fido-haEPn44KgQS0FQKSqQTTKYyZb3O_2hxYKCpHJnmKJVmLKCD3-t0M0Pjn3xSxEOMpBNkmPf98ivSPJu_I/s200/March+13,+2010+6.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here's a pretty good picture of my cute parents on the day of the funeral.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Back to normal life.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtqzxLRIOchtv2IXG888EfMaU9Qz8jqgVTFGhVEuAq6WPOLCYIi5Dn6g8D9n3YxdPcHzo0ndESxZVWpqT3KfaWJnNGhLk3lgp6fJx0LDCoxT0lILXMSX2ppnU0YY-gsY20MCk6eygG-U/s1600/March+18,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464582004530577698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtqzxLRIOchtv2IXG888EfMaU9Qz8jqgVTFGhVEuAq6WPOLCYIi5Dn6g8D9n3YxdPcHzo0ndESxZVWpqT3KfaWJnNGhLk3lgp6fJx0LDCoxT0lILXMSX2ppnU0YY-gsY20MCk6eygG-U/s200/March+18,+2010+1.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJtqzxLRIOchtv2IXG888EfMaU9Qz8jqgVTFGhVEuAq6WPOLCYIi5Dn6g8D9n3YxdPcHzo0ndESxZVWpqT3KfaWJnNGhLk3lgp6fJx0LDCoxT0lILXMSX2ppnU0YY-gsY20MCk6eygG-U/s1600/March+18,+2010+1.JPG"></a> </div><div align="center">Josh had a band concert on March 18. He plays the trombone and he has a real talent for it. He would be a superb player if he cared more for practicing.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />March 18 was also my baby's second birthday. We didn't really celebrate until the next day. We did go out to dinner at Winger's though.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8m3Ra-FOnRaTi6mk2y6GRlXE7MMWXd6yc-rx_Nn7qktEaNvIfv7E4Hb5bhMrU8jVLH1_dRzB9uyaHZzbrKA0MEBA6YaNOtJk0qOdg1FhZp5rkP3h3aPS3ao3CCa4OndJ31vZEXYKKH8/s1600/March+18,+2010+3.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464584636471263586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8m3Ra-FOnRaTi6mk2y6GRlXE7MMWXd6yc-rx_Nn7qktEaNvIfv7E4Hb5bhMrU8jVLH1_dRzB9uyaHZzbrKA0MEBA6YaNOtJk0qOdg1FhZp5rkP3h3aPS3ao3CCa4OndJ31vZEXYKKH8/s200/March+18,+2010+3.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5ri7CwvOMCmKboYE0NrNO9OSYloym4Y3wfAmgjasAIlmH0XSee0HruycGhyphenhyphenz0qK96ldSq-9TiR_n8fqwN6V9tsUaWAlB4IcnFhfXy50yq7d4EQZe-agNAUu02qwM8kWyozEBfrt9THg/s1600/March+19,+2010+2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464581985726534402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjU5ri7CwvOMCmKboYE0NrNO9OSYloym4Y3wfAmgjasAIlmH0XSee0HruycGhyphenhyphenz0qK96ldSq-9TiR_n8fqwN6V9tsUaWAlB4IcnFhfXy50yq7d4EQZe-agNAUu02qwM8kWyozEBfrt9THg/s200/March+19,+2010+2.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMdh_ft7V3CXmkqBVi_n82ZryOT_byFidiPtEH9ZcH5hiB7dU3d2584cRtrXBqNrOjhFEz__y1BRlRDvvPSDxKD43WpsOSSY9BPd6FFZk7jzH5WbVuwuamBz1Hkn-tmOstzGosS-6XIA/s1600/March+19,+2010+4.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464584628749671570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiMdh_ft7V3CXmkqBVi_n82ZryOT_byFidiPtEH9ZcH5hiB7dU3d2584cRtrXBqNrOjhFEz__y1BRlRDvvPSDxKD43WpsOSSY9BPd6FFZk7jzH5WbVuwuamBz1Hkn-tmOstzGosS-6XIA/s200/March+19,+2010+4.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBJdZ7QBjZCIHrIf1NP8565HN701UDOkLoe6XBvCA8YGjlBEgwj1FjgpFuDyRlWBls-UusS7Ro9LnOhWMGkP8brXzaRL0cpQNG9thiBRXhMqAY2nQskGXFaYta9V0LPZFOLOOBddSiaE/s1600/March+21,+2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464581981019039938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwBJdZ7QBjZCIHrIf1NP8565HN701UDOkLoe6XBvCA8YGjlBEgwj1FjgpFuDyRlWBls-UusS7Ro9LnOhWMGkP8brXzaRL0cpQNG9thiBRXhMqAY2nQskGXFaYta9V0LPZFOLOOBddSiaE/s200/March+21,+2010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here's a picture of Aaron all gussied up for Church. What a handsome boy!<br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">We spent most of the end of March trying to finish the basement. We had carpet installed on March 28, so we spent the week before that painting the living room five times (1 coat of primer, 2 coats of paint in a color that we decided that we couldn't live with, then 2 coats of paint of a color we love), and removing the existing carpet.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxbUSgWgH84Q60Zt605neFsB7Ht1FF7kFuzn5lOwNbQqhBPK6Hv5NN5csKC2eGmZ7d56Fdz4ZsPt86rp_oRh_cZcFahg9IZGjJ-DEioc3pmvR6o1nGEVbhGthIRkIYpbItMt4myVw4A8/s1600/March+23,+2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464578715092328562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxbUSgWgH84Q60Zt605neFsB7Ht1FF7kFuzn5lOwNbQqhBPK6Hv5NN5csKC2eGmZ7d56Fdz4ZsPt86rp_oRh_cZcFahg9IZGjJ-DEioc3pmvR6o1nGEVbhGthIRkIYpbItMt4myVw4A8/s200/March+23,+2010.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafdaCVMsYVIILrv5RPTZyM53seQkC9EJOTd6CubNTR6pbnqr3lA6M_gagYGLLgMRMPBb6kwitmCW3dShLzgtbow2w4A6IM9kdMY7gERTrrxs0U4TdgaJrEcbr9qXO35O0ejAiF9h6-Qw/s1600/March+26,+2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464577457152904514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafdaCVMsYVIILrv5RPTZyM53seQkC9EJOTd6CubNTR6pbnqr3lA6M_gagYGLLgMRMPBb6kwitmCW3dShLzgtbow2w4A6IM9kdMY7gERTrrxs0U4TdgaJrEcbr9qXO35O0ejAiF9h6-Qw/s200/March+26,+2010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We really love the way it turned out. Feel free to come over and check it out. We would love to show it off!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpdUEO9ZxQZmnbhWvG2_wGKMtAta_I0s-A8zvro9fF2b4385Sm58Bc8CUlp80DXj_eA4V0fJVKGo4qfIe8eGD6RO_pztM-eJuvvmUxNMi_D_RfinIt_QvYNVDvULHlMm6tQYMuSV6PgI/s1600/March+28,+2010+2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464577447941136194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihpdUEO9ZxQZmnbhWvG2_wGKMtAta_I0s-A8zvro9fF2b4385Sm58Bc8CUlp80DXj_eA4V0fJVKGo4qfIe8eGD6RO_pztM-eJuvvmUxNMi_D_RfinIt_QvYNVDvULHlMm6tQYMuSV6PgI/s200/March+28,+2010+2.JPG" /></a></div><div></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVS_yHeDLgHur5RJz87ISTq4BWyr1E6iP84EwtqvWDhTEziuCoAkDMvTIu0x0nVNJwaEzRgDiydTTSzy1mn0JkM3x6iBq6KrZibMfQ9KEBGEwaqnWkNSCAxsLe6a1jBlu1MVt_1vnlTiA/s1600/March+28,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464578712681295282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVS_yHeDLgHur5RJz87ISTq4BWyr1E6iP84EwtqvWDhTEziuCoAkDMvTIu0x0nVNJwaEzRgDiydTTSzy1mn0JkM3x6iBq6KrZibMfQ9KEBGEwaqnWkNSCAxsLe6a1jBlu1MVt_1vnlTiA/s200/March+28,+2010+1.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Pictures of the girl's room and the living room.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Of course we had to dye eggs for Easter. Let me tell you, it's no small feat when you have six kids.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSngWrCwNnYgcqN9a7B3Zv-I_Uk8hmgVGCOzccQUwan0M5iMG6MdcDz-Ci-mTuf2MZrtVrUktw2eHGDQkg4hXchsKBqPTwEZvONHrr99PewygacEXKAeTfUh_GSMzkkYYbM4P25WEKby8/s1600/April+3,+2010+1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464578697551241026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSngWrCwNnYgcqN9a7B3Zv-I_Uk8hmgVGCOzccQUwan0M5iMG6MdcDz-Ci-mTuf2MZrtVrUktw2eHGDQkg4hXchsKBqPTwEZvONHrr99PewygacEXKAeTfUh_GSMzkkYYbM4P25WEKby8/s200/April+3,+2010+1.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBU6xLVekof1jKGwRhKHfjF2LfBMLRLd7GS1_7hCBz6GcHLi-ZIuf4z62YYV29VrBDTag5r-j_Bjcf7IB-kN8Dtme58SC6F3iHdnYpY8Ng1Ocw3tP7Q49pRdJCiFi8-O9OpPMhURXgO0/s1600/April+3,+2010+6.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464577441077137458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBBU6xLVekof1jKGwRhKHfjF2LfBMLRLd7GS1_7hCBz6GcHLi-ZIuf4z62YYV29VrBDTag5r-j_Bjcf7IB-kN8Dtme58SC6F3iHdnYpY8Ng1Ocw3tP7Q49pRdJCiFi8-O9OpPMhURXgO0/s200/April+3,+2010+6.JPG" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6jstnji-TqT_M9yreyAyDD8szHqrMnsIc50CZwJQIvSk5GAmsBpp-bpCxuoO5SR6BBHeKkQ3ba8PlP__vk95DE0NvIfKCx8KAyFImtp-8PEtyXRd8cGMSQUV5jHn5hB5E2wz0HBTLZs/s1600/April+5,+2010.JPG"></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6jstnji-TqT_M9yreyAyDD8szHqrMnsIc50CZwJQIvSk5GAmsBpp-bpCxuoO5SR6BBHeKkQ3ba8PlP__vk95DE0NvIfKCx8KAyFImtp-8PEtyXRd8cGMSQUV5jHn5hB5E2wz0HBTLZs/s1600/April+5,+2010.JPG"></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />On April 5, Mike was in a little fender-bender. No one was hurt except for the Focus. Both air bags deployed and the windshield shattered. The accident happened at less than probably three miles per hour. The other guy got his taillight broken. The insurance company decided to trash the car rather than fix it, so we had to get a new one. Mike decided on a KIA Rio. It's pretty good.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6jstnji-TqT_M9yreyAyDD8szHqrMnsIc50CZwJQIvSk5GAmsBpp-bpCxuoO5SR6BBHeKkQ3ba8PlP__vk95DE0NvIfKCx8KAyFImtp-8PEtyXRd8cGMSQUV5jHn5hB5E2wz0HBTLZs/s1600/April+5,+2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464578683448177202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6jstnji-TqT_M9yreyAyDD8szHqrMnsIc50CZwJQIvSk5GAmsBpp-bpCxuoO5SR6BBHeKkQ3ba8PlP__vk95DE0NvIfKCx8KAyFImtp-8PEtyXRd8cGMSQUV5jHn5hB5E2wz0HBTLZs/s200/April+5,+2010.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_R8wtn4bv0HUMJPVeFYensOmxVxqaOkMEicqz5f9L1N4Bgr_hPgO9Vktn7aSVbrWaGjwI184Xnbm6kFLdQvxCOfKlHDDiXdz4L3B-DrRlfoV85z7IpDau8ClLwrgO8nz-I_5PcIB4IZI/s1600/April+13,+2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464577425906633778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_R8wtn4bv0HUMJPVeFYensOmxVxqaOkMEicqz5f9L1N4Bgr_hPgO9Vktn7aSVbrWaGjwI184Xnbm6kFLdQvxCOfKlHDDiXdz4L3B-DrRlfoV85z7IpDau8ClLwrgO8nz-I_5PcIB4IZI/s200/April+13,+2010.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_R8wtn4bv0HUMJPVeFYensOmxVxqaOkMEicqz5f9L1N4Bgr_hPgO9Vktn7aSVbrWaGjwI184Xnbm6kFLdQvxCOfKlHDDiXdz4L3B-DrRlfoV85z7IpDau8ClLwrgO8nz-I_5PcIB4IZI/s1600/April+13,+2010.JPG"></a> </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM6jstnji-TqT_M9yreyAyDD8szHqrMnsIc50CZwJQIvSk5GAmsBpp-bpCxuoO5SR6BBHeKkQ3ba8PlP__vk95DE0NvIfKCx8KAyFImtp-8PEtyXRd8cGMSQUV5jHn5hB5E2wz0HBTLZs/s1600/April+5,+2010.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And here are a couple of random photos from the last few days to round out this post.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZaqh4U9iC2afIBf3NEdKN4IobXIooPoHpmmpWRt5p5L7OB6eqiDKSQpAwn8pOOJFeaAMhsVjnXhIacGHDm_2nu3T6zTttQZx5UA0F7Oos18zs3f6VizMp_zZ0sQ8r4EePauUvzYuBlY/s1600/April+23,+2010+2.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464578674172210226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHZaqh4U9iC2afIBf3NEdKN4IobXIooPoHpmmpWRt5p5L7OB6eqiDKSQpAwn8pOOJFeaAMhsVjnXhIacGHDm_2nu3T6zTttQZx5UA0F7Oos18zs3f6VizMp_zZ0sQ8r4EePauUvzYuBlY/s200/April+23,+2010+2.JPG" /></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-GAQXA_WlrDbo5wbpveJD6oDL0_JgpMQlwIcsitNtVwmY6eLNJAfx_2FLRw1qy_mNS6Lvwg-0jIgY-8ho0YyNLOUKi4GRktFvJOoK84ydf7IHIURg_-fLfZaQWodyDtP3FUpF7H-5ew/s1600/April+24,+2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464577410540890146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-GAQXA_WlrDbo5wbpveJD6oDL0_JgpMQlwIcsitNtVwmY6eLNJAfx_2FLRw1qy_mNS6Lvwg-0jIgY-8ho0YyNLOUKi4GRktFvJOoK84ydf7IHIURg_-fLfZaQWodyDtP3FUpF7H-5ew/s200/April+24,+2010.JPG" /></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-GAQXA_WlrDbo5wbpveJD6oDL0_JgpMQlwIcsitNtVwmY6eLNJAfx_2FLRw1qy_mNS6Lvwg-0jIgY-8ho0YyNLOUKi4GRktFvJOoK84ydf7IHIURg_-fLfZaQWodyDtP3FUpF7H-5ew/s1600/April+24,+2010.JPG"></a> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br />I hope you have enjoyed this. Now go forth and actually get something done.</div><div align="center">Oh, and have a fantastic day!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-84892044903104393612010-04-26T13:30:00.003-07:002010-04-26T13:44:02.645-07:00<div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center">Here are some great quotes that I wanted to have, so I put them here so I wouldn't lose them.</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></D href="http://aliedwards.typepad.com/">"And while it takes courage to achieve greatness, it takes more courage to find fulfillment in being ordinary. For the joys that last have little relationship to achievement, to standing one step higher on the victory platform. What is the adventure in being ordinary? It is daring to love just for the pleasure of giving it away. It is venturing to give new life and to nurture it to maturity. It is working hard for the pure joy of being tired at the end of the day. It is caring and sharing and giving and loving…" - Marilyn Thomsen"<br /></div><div align="center"><br />"..but the biggest mistake I made is the one that most of us make while doing this. I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of the three on them sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages 6, 4, and 1. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in a hurry to get on to the next things: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less." - Anna Quindlen<br /><br />"Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense." - Emerson<br /><br />Over on Ali Edwards' blog (aliedwards.typepad.com) she just got done documenting a week in her life. She took over 100 pictures each day of everything she did that day. Cool idea. I will probably be doing this sometime in the future. She included these quotes because they inspired her to pay attention to the details of her life, the little ordinary things. Things that she wished she knew about her grandmother's daily schedule. I like this idea and I like these quotes.<br /><br /><br /></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-23293179823638932602010-02-21T17:03:00.002-07:002010-02-21T17:08:31.917-07:00<div align="center">The other day Andrew learned how to climb into and out of his crib, open doorknobs, and take off his diaper. All in the same day.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440852481820920466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6bdWy_R8XVYO-1YnMtjWxizT8P622DuLreV4JKhTcdWm08R_ne04Y99rjAgCmOSlx3oaQpelKOzHS5Y8yDPFU6XhK0yb3Dts2tS8bVA9iQCyOYhocgQhfWr3KCg0B8ngGCDRcvB9Bniw/s400/August+2,+2009+1.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">But, how can you be mad at this?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-25891024547262522532010-02-19T18:59:00.000-07:002010-02-19T19:01:03.248-07:00<div align="center">mmmm. Still life in plastic.</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5LhSStiAS1NuCakh8A1jMzr677mAXClOPX8xHAcUMYFv_TqUvmVORjnIY3_fPEWPoWyH-G_Sht5elEcYPpXSJFFwKQN66VSDbWl-wsR0n42F8l_03W3OSCFV8mKa3J4DAa_xzq0U5ec/s1600-h/still+life+in+plastic.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440139564502229634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5LhSStiAS1NuCakh8A1jMzr677mAXClOPX8xHAcUMYFv_TqUvmVORjnIY3_fPEWPoWyH-G_Sht5elEcYPpXSJFFwKQN66VSDbWl-wsR0n42F8l_03W3OSCFV8mKa3J4DAa_xzq0U5ec/s400/still+life+in+plastic.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">Have a great day!</div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-22793515405745215592010-02-03T15:51:00.001-07:002010-02-03T15:53:29.009-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkpV8K57K8e0pYMoxzhgUIFd2BgAaPxH4dH_zoyrE_HIq4AVxyBFymFISg_WK7WHqFfF1NRLhY3tdwewao6-R4xBVoHR1Ek9V761nhjZK0zuVC1Gx1_j7Iu5N1a40L6zQkmMjhewDDmw/s1600-h/scan0008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434154082318203330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKkpV8K57K8e0pYMoxzhgUIFd2BgAaPxH4dH_zoyrE_HIq4AVxyBFymFISg_WK7WHqFfF1NRLhY3tdwewao6-R4xBVoHR1Ek9V761nhjZK0zuVC1Gx1_j7Iu5N1a40L6zQkmMjhewDDmw/s400/scan0008.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-38885169982240019412010-01-25T13:47:00.000-07:002010-01-25T13:49:07.143-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGufPQ_6UuXNeJD40lWq1edU2k30Z-vEUQImkcZbHXx-aXRwB6PP1fzDRKhBlT8LTqRtIAlXn3ScZI3e3OVzVdO9H4RzBWMTiymM0FFB7inBL7IcASYP0SOnZRa1GSRZ4PSRp2Oxk7erw/s1600-h/STA71390.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430782290412239058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGufPQ_6UuXNeJD40lWq1edU2k30Z-vEUQImkcZbHXx-aXRwB6PP1fzDRKhBlT8LTqRtIAlXn3ScZI3e3OVzVdO9H4RzBWMTiymM0FFB7inBL7IcASYP0SOnZRa1GSRZ4PSRp2Oxk7erw/s320/STA71390.JPG" /></a><br /><div></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-37199465577851477112010-01-13T17:13:00.002-07:002010-01-13T17:33:52.157-07:00<div align="center">We had a little bit of a scare last night. Kimi was playing at recess yesterday and fell on some ice and smacked her head on the cement. She called me right after it happened. She sounded fine and she said she had a little headache but she thought she would be fine. School was over in about an hour and a half. She said she wanted to go back to class. I told her that if she started feeling bad to call me. I heard nothing and went to pick them up when school was over. Kimi didn't come out. Someone said that she was in the bathroom throwing up. I went to park the car to go in, but she came out. She looked fine, eyes were fine, her coloring was fine, and no bump on the back of her head. We got home and about half an hour later she threw up again. She said she was really tired and just wanted to go to sleep. She was just laying around and had no energy. She continued to throw up about every half hour or so. I did a little looking around on the internet to find out about concussions. The things I saw said that vomiting could be a sign of a serious injury. In total she threw up six times in three hours. The doctor didn't have any appointments so we went to the Instacare. After waiting for an hour the doctor finally came in. He checked her out - felt her head, looked into her eyes with his little light, asked her lots of questions, etc. He said that there was no sign of blood pooling up around her ears or eyes, her pupils were responding normally, there was no pressure on the back of her eyes, she was responding and asking appropriate questions. Her headache was a lot better than it was when we got there. He told me to feed her if she felt like eating, give her Tylenol, and he gave me a list of things to watch for. We got home about an hour and a half after we got to the doctor's office. By then she looked much better, was acting a lot better. She laid on the couch for about half an hour and then ate a piece of toast. I gave her some Tylenol and she went to bed. She slept 11 hours before she woke up. She said she was still tired and she fell asleep while she was eating breakfast. I sent her back to bed and called the school to tell them she wouldn't be there today. She fell asleep immediately and slept for another two and a half hours. After lunch (which she cooked in her solar oven for her science fair), she laid back down and slept for another two and a half hours. She is back to normal now, thank goodness. No headache, no lack of energy, and wanting to eat whatever I give her.</div><div align="center">I can't even begin to say how glad I am that she is okay.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-26283909916129387482010-01-06T09:02:00.005-07:002010-01-06T09:40:05.046-07:00<div align="center">So, I've been a slacker. It's that darn Facebook's fault. Really. That's my story and I'm sticking with it.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We started out the month with this-<br /></div><div align="center"> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661425548378418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZf_UUbXv08FzeEw2i-hudWdL4bOwrYndTC2BAOuVHjLYD6bndw78Od_Zi9kKeO9Ne0RwH27oS6gP3gw_NlWpkncaLg-MWM8T3jg329gYahVLASkZsA8frbgtDxbG0Yb18fMPS-1FRb1k/s320/December+4,+2009+2.JPG" /></div><div align="center">I'm assuming that it was Andrew. I hope he enjoyed it.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Here's a cute pic of my babies-<br /></div><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661414511195010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiek1iAjJZAlZGul_2du2POSNN71GpejXFNMjHIxsIgEEi6gBhrMI3x2rd_DHLJnZZFBcU-hLdE2Xn9-sbU7x-YO2L4QNJloZBMnxtXzCIL_w0yMfDk1ystmPONh73DQUN88cpo_jh7nw0/s320/December+14,+2009+2.JPG" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">Andrew being his cute self-<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmay_8uA05ZVBsnNikjix89MPm5u-Wa73bHiHlLUAwG3rk_Pp5cBLxVQUTII5TZmCCIDxOqmoWf3Sm4jT4VuLhR8-GBJuVm89t4hXY6J03FEHlFbaRQpeuuOzhax3Oa5WI_LwLmY1wBY/s1600-h/December+24,+2009+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423661407304350338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmay_8uA05ZVBsnNikjix89MPm5u-Wa73bHiHlLUAwG3rk_Pp5cBLxVQUTII5TZmCCIDxOqmoWf3Sm4jT4VuLhR8-GBJuVm89t4hXY6J03FEHlFbaRQpeuuOzhax3Oa5WI_LwLmY1wBY/s320/December+24,+2009+2.jpg" /></a><br />We got the basement bathroom tiled, grouted, and the vanity installed. All that's needed is to put up the shower surround and install the toilet and that bathroom is ready for use.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxRej_V94JUFofpSU2kHu844EGQmxKDpVubrEzcfWgqKcGrtWoIdD7VrSplfEdzfdNfygWQPy88BrccXCEErzsfKkujoUG49NY6Xa2w2hRle5WTos4tL901YI2qCQhTpB-w_-8dO64Xs/s1600-h/STA71053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423660503136055810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibxRej_V94JUFofpSU2kHu844EGQmxKDpVubrEzcfWgqKcGrtWoIdD7VrSplfEdzfdNfygWQPy88BrccXCEErzsfKkujoUG49NY6Xa2w2hRle5WTos4tL901YI2qCQhTpB-w_-8dO64Xs/s320/STA71053.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We also got the boy's bedroom painted. It is a lovely shade of slate blue. I just need to touch up some flubs on the paint and then we can get the carpet installed and they can move in.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmF1rRFhYeNz2Z2scq9rrBe9DSawDHhlm2poDDo_6TTpFWqPM8gRZxyewfTi6m4K9L0btHkN8N5Q2AS1N8vJ8CH6E6lEEAV7OkbEitWEXHICrmULWa5SwgYmgj693nCAoXPvPOhJx0xo/s1600-h/STA71183.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423660487788971394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWmF1rRFhYeNz2Z2scq9rrBe9DSawDHhlm2poDDo_6TTpFWqPM8gRZxyewfTi6m4K9L0btHkN8N5Q2AS1N8vJ8CH6E6lEEAV7OkbEitWEXHICrmULWa5SwgYmgj693nCAoXPvPOhJx0xo/s320/STA71183.JPG" /></a><br />We had a good Christmas. We got all the usuall gifts - we each always get a box of cereal, a box of pop tarts, cocoa, fruit snacks, m&m's, books, and a movie.</div><div>This year Santa didn't leave oranges in our stockings like he usually does. Josh got a coconut, Kimi, Mike, and I got avacados, and the others got pears. </div><div>Everyone got one big present. Mike got Settlers of Catan, Michelle got a Wii, Ben got a computer game called Spore, Josh got Legos, Kimi got a digital camera, Emma got a computer Solitaire game, Aaron got Gator Golf, and Andrew got Toby - a huge stuffed dog. And since everyone needed new shoes, they each got a gift card for a pair of shoes.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80dsfCIZQwQ1hYKtauECyETw6Ruj_yocxXWls8hR2QoYl1_pB1gdDHzpWSfb5GSqdtSxKcfPSJTLl3ZOc4BU_ZYPJa8Rs841-v435zJf33mE_O6cjaMbT9Sedi83Uqi-mm2Fi9Yq4LgQ/s1600-h/STA71193.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423660481250166178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi80dsfCIZQwQ1hYKtauECyETw6Ruj_yocxXWls8hR2QoYl1_pB1gdDHzpWSfb5GSqdtSxKcfPSJTLl3ZOc4BU_ZYPJa8Rs841-v435zJf33mE_O6cjaMbT9Sedi83Uqi-mm2Fi9Yq4LgQ/s320/STA71193.JPG" /></a><br />Ben also got this fabulous shirt-<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2cQ1et9-IcbgzP2dShM88VsBKEIk7Ixbqc0nUveqj-ckUfTbhYnr9Mhyphenhyphen7ny3WKIGoNRBBSjdn8P9d2KSjMhSVjgaw4rlCeIxiabh5MUyXxknPwRmTD4rMGbQdpG16ELo-nBJdocHHJw/s1600-h/STA71210.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423659409321672770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU2cQ1et9-IcbgzP2dShM88VsBKEIk7Ixbqc0nUveqj-ckUfTbhYnr9Mhyphenhyphen7ny3WKIGoNRBBSjdn8P9d2KSjMhSVjgaw4rlCeIxiabh5MUyXxknPwRmTD4rMGbQdpG16ELo-nBJdocHHJw/s320/STA71210.JPG" /></a><br />He hasn't worn it yet. I don't know if that means he won't wear it or that he just hasn't yet.<br /><br /><br />Two days after Christmas, Mike found this on ksl.com-</div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoDqIcYXmphlLU06-16XkyIgUtAeNJtQ9IOHjx2KJgGOaJL2yBvruNUFhU7Kw9sgpRPOuvEEKTKn8yYaoWkBKDWqaX8x73RPNtT_PRnKtv_No7j29xNzjslecQFp2SNEBJx7uXa5dpv8/s1600-h/STA71224.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423659402921756562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQoDqIcYXmphlLU06-16XkyIgUtAeNJtQ9IOHjx2KJgGOaJL2yBvruNUFhU7Kw9sgpRPOuvEEKTKn8yYaoWkBKDWqaX8x73RPNtT_PRnKtv_No7j29xNzjslecQFp2SNEBJx7uXa5dpv8/s320/STA71224.JPG" /></a><br />It's huge (I'm only about one inch taller than the TV), but it works well, and he's always wanted one. It only cost $150 so it was a real deal. I think it's funny that the Wii people are bigger than my kids.<br /><br /><br />On December 27, about 20 minutes before we were to leave for Church, I heard a thud and Emma yelling "He broke his nose! He broke his nose!". She had Andrew up on her top bunk and he fell off. It turns out that it wasn't broken, just bruised and scraped - Thank goodness! He sure looked horrible for a few days.<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 322px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423658829408281826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3L2IVEGTMK3QSmhRTH0z4zJJSOfk4kicyg07ks-7ICYTgOK4sZZMHHpjLan-860j96XHvhKTOIsPk_kPE-BYJ4PtpHtv0e-bhEob7ncHVaKuYBJqBIPRarwGvy7JqYXzce4XblpUVzA/s320/STA71231.JPG" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69W1NYYB0PsB23i9K62SOoWl_Y2kNe3rEZ94pgzWI5fZtkGyxIaZzovjWwp1PQA_uEQ37ov3HYfd-Ngs1HkY3ArwtB9Y-ZsUBi_ObGdevXOV7Ggxo8fuvxzuaRUGN4okjv4s6a2bxtyU/s1600-h/STA71233.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423659392622934290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69W1NYYB0PsB23i9K62SOoWl_Y2kNe3rEZ94pgzWI5fZtkGyxIaZzovjWwp1PQA_uEQ37ov3HYfd-Ngs1HkY3ArwtB9Y-ZsUBi_ObGdevXOV7Ggxo8fuvxzuaRUGN4okjv4s6a2bxtyU/s320/STA71233.JPG" /></a><br /><div>A cute pic of me and the thirteen year old-<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzJkY9EhPZ0CdehG-2khbgDT27dORfcdPfiJu75qJELjrleJHalC0z3nKA8JteJUvzx_VvBq4GO39vCZ64s8EpLS3Z7wqfnDo9bQtLZEF8LmarEGR4KYAOwYMmMYxDTv8aVh9Bmr3sOA/s1600-h/STA71235.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423658820254219938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwzJkY9EhPZ0CdehG-2khbgDT27dORfcdPfiJu75qJELjrleJHalC0z3nKA8JteJUvzx_VvBq4GO39vCZ64s8EpLS3Z7wqfnDo9bQtLZEF8LmarEGR4KYAOwYMmMYxDTv8aVh9Bmr3sOA/s320/STA71235.JPG" /></a><br />Here's some pictures of said thirteen year old. I don't have too many pictures of him that are normal. Most have a weird pose or him pulling a face. The picture above is the third one I took and I had to bribe him to have a normal face.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk16bAOAFTzIocDd9GIKVSHNdss_EjK-pLWwprh-vIqnU7XCdrbNEaH6w9O4JS9NTnvG2LJ0SqRHtdnqBKJgOZdsOYh8ZoLLrJphJOTZuiHmrFnjJS3Xj4AkIpHQUjFx97asGoq818VBI/s1600-h/December+28,+2009+1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423658814481736018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk16bAOAFTzIocDd9GIKVSHNdss_EjK-pLWwprh-vIqnU7XCdrbNEaH6w9O4JS9NTnvG2LJ0SqRHtdnqBKJgOZdsOYh8ZoLLrJphJOTZuiHmrFnjJS3Xj4AkIpHQUjFx97asGoq818VBI/s320/December+28,+2009+1.jpg" /></a> </div><div>I guess that's all for now. I will try to blog more often. I promise.</div><div>Have a great day!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-77511355764080384622009-08-19T08:38:00.003-07:002009-08-19T08:43:01.895-07:00hello everybody no this is not mike or michelle this is one of the clan to be spasific josh so come over to my blog becuse i'm having a contest called guess the title you can read all about it at <a href="http://www.dudesruleoutloud.blogspot.com/">www.dudesruleoutloud.blogspot.com</a> see ya on the other side!Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-85474726912733191332009-07-23T12:24:00.005-07:002009-07-23T12:31:16.129-07:00<div align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&hl=en&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0v3d6SFcDys&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><br />I think I could listen to this all day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Enjoy!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"> </div></span>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-87188845449016972052009-07-20T09:25:00.005-07:002009-07-20T09:47:39.607-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">It's always interesting to download the pictures from your camera and find some surprises. The following few pictures were taken by Mike.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581480011067618" 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/AVvXsEj2SQo_UvKgCbEMrn2nflmHmNC2QiC6NG_ZkG3lBhBBXhx4OBxF_Q6nRoPCJZqf-b-hjaXrjSOQRQYfWFzeq-x27kclcBGNKYrd35FoEEMUHCMc7MVBc1fQA36GeYsuhyf1i9ZTwr-Wshw/s320/July+15,+2009+2.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bXVeM0wnsxKKXNWEZb8wMxJYo6Usj1WVZPOsCIs0Ni-mQJN9hCXIHxjzufnFV1wWrzhLo98tLxkkYAWhzVDP564-5mdiyhMU35Ntw49lqDjMhyphenhyphenFNJbMV_QNnFzd5gr_vkxYONI-P_wM/s1600-h/STA78521.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581492030796322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8bXVeM0wnsxKKXNWEZb8wMxJYo6Usj1WVZPOsCIs0Ni-mQJN9hCXIHxjzufnFV1wWrzhLo98tLxkkYAWhzVDP564-5mdiyhMU35Ntw49lqDjMhyphenhyphenFNJbMV_QNnFzd5gr_vkxYONI-P_wM/s320/STA78521.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581489713248370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY8OiRkmBR8SJEPG841l9-oHqIgK40sD74k-NXoNYAgGqnVOY-McEW0y08cNsBMJk6aUY7rCFIvyGTNaYF0QidWmTzJ9SuGXMHw6HCGB6tomGAcnjcS_NW2NKS4fJ7WvGIPVO5m0nRSXo/s320/STA78523.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">On Saturday we were eating breakfast talking about the things that needed to happen that day, and suddenly I remembered that I had signed us up to go the the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house. We immediately changed the plans for the day, got everyone ready, and went for a drive.<br /><br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQPAtCfQsnPMs_bO_1HOf6eccS45O0mAgkUfFS7VJM5lEDn8hp4edbb_xYERYJcqZDWpZOAQhlXKa9A_At1StZjOPdrXm3djkP8LEvLK7DXKDRt0iZtRbpUPFO-c_L9geZ2agXLiFSr4/s1600-h/July+18,+2009+2.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360581476746856306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQPAtCfQsnPMs_bO_1HOf6eccS45O0mAgkUfFS7VJM5lEDn8hp4edbb_xYERYJcqZDWpZOAQhlXKa9A_At1StZjOPdrXm3djkP8LEvLK7DXKDRt0iZtRbpUPFO-c_L9geZ2agXLiFSr4/s320/July+18,+2009+2.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360580788436634594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM4KxaLxCIBOUnsVpoossv3HaZOLkOvv5a_k3g2zSmJvpUQtS8B9Xg1I3IziVBLVMG5YTbAI40Eb7CfwqG3jeN5STAJpz4yFCRElXJcMMhn8Di_W2kgEiXwki_mN6S4wPHDvN9k9z_iM/s320/July+18,+2009+3.JPG" border="0" /><br />Kim is not happy in this picture, because when we got to the reception area she chose to fill out a comment card first instead of getting a cookie. Then Aaron announced that he needed a bathroom. And everyone knows that when a three year old says he needs a bathroom, he means NOW. We were clear on the other side of the Temple from the bathrooms, so we had to move fast and Kim was forced out of the reception tent before she could grab a cookie.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPRHrbF7xJoj4S6ahLngx00J3Nwq6Yup5O5iRwlbv5pS7pfsnahQuy5fW1yIpJfC01PX54vm-6D6MGwSwxxP9AKYhHgu5FYVUj9Fdci9HBOtg-Hxrd0NTUzkU8eZkpmqUFkRQgcY0w7FM/s1600-h/July+18,+2009+4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360580779351625810" 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/AVvXsEgPRHrbF7xJoj4S6ahLngx00J3Nwq6Yup5O5iRwlbv5pS7pfsnahQuy5fW1yIpJfC01PX54vm-6D6MGwSwxxP9AKYhHgu5FYVUj9Fdci9HBOtg-Hxrd0NTUzkU8eZkpmqUFkRQgcY0w7FM/s320/July+18,+2009+4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />After we got home from the open house, the big boys and Mike mowed the lawn and did some yard work. Then I convinced Josh to let me cut his hair. Here is the before and after pics.</div><div>(Mike and Aaron also got haircuts.)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXMJjf7N1xx2F5Z31VoGgSW5w2MQiQ0FUGFnRg9S4S1PaJn1l5_sAsunYsA1vpJcxh5t2eI71HUTI078_XgNgirn17025fm5ATx_UAZLD5U4l_Std69vkcU72z75BEHDKac-SOa5Y-_I/s1600-h/July+18,+2009+5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360580765410443986" 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/AVvXsEgnXMJjf7N1xx2F5Z31VoGgSW5w2MQiQ0FUGFnRg9S4S1PaJn1l5_sAsunYsA1vpJcxh5t2eI71HUTI078_XgNgirn17025fm5ATx_UAZLD5U4l_Std69vkcU72z75BEHDKac-SOa5Y-_I/s320/July+18,+2009+5.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Not much else happening around here.</div><div>Tomorrow Ben turns 15. I'm old.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5XYennfD4M4jb8YtSoGCTGvlt81vASWjq1OLOX5Jw9Gf7ZkpQUCXBBQc86BbSqR1RQt9JQXxRXlwuS7hlsCaDdsvGN86pHdoxa-3h1yfZGkfPi5rVDm9bwj2rkkpgFZwzz2A3yTzWg-A/s1600-h/July+18,+2009+5.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4256993065183610077.post-77858726676445451332009-07-10T13:55:00.008-07:002009-07-10T14:35:35.528-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kimi decided that today was the day - <br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="center">here is the before picture-<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939576045638274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoaV7sVKEnudujuelLsDKdUTrHjvFXRRLy37a5ncUS_48bUasScNAw_xx0knZMR932v4Vyrz3nbDsnRrbXmI1aWn0BcVYW4FqBSf6FLSR6mrAuX5jT4sNtdRXc4DRGYkXCf9uOmVqHDFU/s320/July+10,+2009+1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">getting it measured-<br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939578320919010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqBP-Wkt5m_wgxy2GZztitFQyXAc2WjmO0Rjpg5jps937GZeXyqAE7izN02Pq6pUsMdBZpbW1Nihcp0XCWm4_v87BkKt5UWnXZ-jTRTLkh0QsLJCfedAvrt5Hk4S8SO3OVKJh3B_YFWdw/s320/July+10,+2009+2.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br />ooh, the anticipation-<br /><br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939587007912098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqENOzBG6qmUdC5txcXtvET0pyK7O1zD_5PAVQRnUyIv8geOL9PgtrO2e7VtEtcVQ5WnUy-qmB86SCxoA3r8N8J0SfNzyDtQRIiTBHm6hqqcLw6VvTa-801g6By5OVTHOTapzM8Ed4Sos/s320/July+10,+2009+3.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />the cutting begins-<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356939594934464914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcwYDUBWMaQ1h-HM1sbUNf0AJp20tUrvpBiXNRxp8sdwhyphenhyphenDAq2ww5n0-JxOMDqC31MgKQXlrt3NNcmUcla-E1y1BSlWzl6eAmyEuBjGsCz1kcXwV7HsxOBEfJNU3PTDj0NriDUGheW1s4/s320/July+10,+2009+4.JPG" border="0" /><br />she got almost 12 inches cut off-<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940167410044898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQwEz_f2NFeZ6lDdQ4-hMWXSBKX-45NniKEN45_bJefD2k2FexS3ujDx-RkodlLnT0XThkXQEhETzawiYe2Qg2ijGi0v0OJSYZ43Vu35H9P2SfK6Gpi6Tu31m7LM4XEVorF1obCD6T5o/s320/July+10,+2009+5.JPG" border="0" /><br />the back view-<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940172913903410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMAyUcsPUuZ0bdTAu0Ez8YdMbiZko77Cm1TOCTWirTKGZdE38ZrjDLEaKwcYPSSmS3I353KOnHSe6HtKRrUF9DwxeAszp3wuWoN-GIhsUIbF-3K3Ia4wCJkZO8iTQ9XVv880m3cqZtUA/s320/July+10,+2009+6.JPG" border="0" /><br />and finally (drum roll please)-</div><div align="center">the after picture-<br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356940180891854114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusNjkpo6DLyDPEPzYNjArQD_xidO0GmkDHiBRMZCa0QtIIZFQ3vfXgXhictGUq6Fb3HdzddOHP5_e3BBh-Z_12wPhBvwwZUL7QxKxltwFkhEyhgvFW6pTrb8tdHwoxw5DlpXVSiq6J6U/s320/July+10,+2009+7.JPG" border="0" /><br />She donated it to Locks of Love. She's been wanting to get it cut for quite awhile, but wanted to donate it. She wanted to wait until Christmas, but she was really tired of it. It was a constant struggle to get her to brush it or wash it. I'm really proud of her for wanting to help someone that's not as blessed as she is.</p><p align="center">************</p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">In other news - </span></p><p align="center">Yesterday was Emma's 8th birthday. Here are some pics of the event.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"> This is how she came downstairs first thing in the morning-<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356941252786633810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGdEEWaHkDzH-TPCie8M9B7kYXF8S8h8zfF3de2qNE2nRUIu5UUTxB906MQ3VgNJzjAf-KOcf1wv7taQTMVBbHuaWH9ErcUdZWMKDN3FG0EEoH1OP4GunzXDAcD1MiAyudubGJ0LJpAjY/s320/July+9,+2009+6.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> Here's the big blow-<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356941260749288370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zCdDZOZ52YVCO5hNqToinqpz7mMXIP_O7f6vUbsujsOrjVLjbaftGKrBOc3sl0moDAI0jqLXGwZPYRPFcJqvOKkw4jjicZ-gZx2jYjJC9_UKpiqGbctq6gJ_US0c4Nryl9CF-UHDlvo/s320/July+9,+2009+8.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />She received a new set of scriptures, a custom-made one-of-a-kind scripture<br /> bag, some marking pencils, a new Barbie doll, and a funky night light.<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356941270065243682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFgJUGt7T0rrWf1FryB1BcubME4vlA6TIwmehgFqcwOLcHW3H1UKIchbuTqXc0yqzQbO-9SMPX81SlekUot90t_Bgd76P-PnOxsZZvj1Ak3gp5MPx__bONBtw2W9j1hmYwF7P_JjtQY6Y/s320/July+9,+2009+10.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356941276559366994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDvol4L6R3VVBZAuDXjul_-fw4D-Dq3zSWSRFYbLz7qwme_8PMOZkSS1PG4DSUMTjd8MVrMWKOjJJgj-E8ldhVw2B7zYBnmekZ_hSR3o_N4soa3g4hKdRsbiq6DuD3a0PN6SMguY44t9Y/s320/July+9,+2009+11.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">She is sure a cute, special girl and we love having her as part of the family.<br /><br />*************</p><div align="center"> This is just a cute picture I thought I would share. This past week has been a bit of a trial with him. He learned how to climb and how to scoot chairs. It's really a tragic combination - for him, but mostly for us. It's really hard to be angry with him when he looks at you with this face-<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356941279344885362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9NGAifpwo3ZCMwa9XxnZE_U1P7SHB699is6eaacEIN1GcgbP-LdQFLl01W9GTqh5quyoZBkHsxL8Khy5B32W2m-tvft3XRnsl-seQE-CnCjIKdffRq3Ze2MHk7nvNn8DvV3QhDcKr-po/s320/July+8,+2009+1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Have a Fabulous Day!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div>Michelle - aka Bellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01901058451707777610noreply@blogger.com1