tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47002159550818265812024-02-06T19:02:31.103-08:00Barry and CathyOH HAPPY DAY!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-25589915586939058942009-11-30T18:27:00.000-08:002009-11-30T18:36:57.824-08:00Forgot my capeIt was dumb to trade the afore mentioned cape for painting clothes. I ended up needing it. While taping off Ben's 12 ft ceiling I fell from an 8 ft ladder. I ended up in the hospital (a lot of help I ended up being) I cracked two vertebrae and bruised a lung. I'm still recovering but doing quite well. It hurts to laugh, cough, and sneeze.<br />On a brighter note we had a wonderful Thanksgiving. The family really took good care of me and just had a wonderful time.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-78915908044215841922009-11-18T06:25:00.000-08:002009-11-18T07:28:30.098-08:00Hard is not good enoughI was telling Jill the other day that when determining whether or not I should tackle a project, I tell myself that "hard" is not a good enough reason not to do it. Well, with this last project, I found myself repeating that over and over trying to convince myself.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Christina found two porch swings that needed some tender loving care; a little sanding, coat of paint, new awnings, new cushions, pillows, etc. Remember, hard is not a good enough reason not to do something, so I threw myself into it and as long as I'm covering the swings I might as well make covers for the patio chairs.</div><br /><div>First, I needed fabric. In Phoenix, the sun can literally shred outdoor fabric within a season, so I knew I needed "Sunbrella" brand. One little problem, it was $18 a yard at the local fabric store and I needed 36 yards! So I found some on Ebay for $5 a yard (not my first choice in prints but for the savings it was worth it) and I was in business. I figured it should take me about a week. Well, as of week 4, I am just now getting finished. If I had it to do all over again, I might rethink my little "hard is not a good enough reason" mantra but on the other hand it's nice to have my patio so much more useable. Barry and I have spent a lot of time just relaxing on the swings already. The weather has been beautiful so for now my Sunbrella fabric is working out great, come summer is the real test.</div><br /><div>Like all projects, one thing leads to another, so I painted the front door and front bench. Well it's time to change out of my superwoman cape and tights (should have scrapped the tights long ago....50 plus body in tights....not a pretty sight) and into my painting clothes. I'm off to St. George to rescue a son and daughter-in-law in distress (we are painting the whole interior of their new home this weekend.) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405463039284164610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXxVVoksWnVO6tQZLd6jr3p067N9_mbTebWB7MB9XXgDkkm5k56qOtnoU_VbatU-OhNE-_kJ7ptqgBhOmVd0zJpmvODCTToJ4Hxp_ldLNod1Z79rrcWwsZINkRqPUFzNEu1jDaKK28fhY/s400/IMG_1883.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405463031657499906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijG_ndEsPqklGCFM0i-EmNFdjGjP_wMvvOuua53CejbpmHBbuO6mTHG2E-MGA0ayX4XBT5sfkvMWoMTvu9sgSwlQ6O0SwortlbnZAGnds0ZKRstV5GzhEbWG90dP9zAuwoe9yyXVPi7NU/s400/IMG_1882.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405463024337533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ztY-HfqJSHdtcIS294DHkvsJSGXKWz2Kor3VKkYVHmuTCG67jBkJE8BYn9zKUiWFv_tbbFQ2vdbwPmEV0Q3-Csla1VZTIx0UVqXjR8Qc7xaRQ6UxpeSs1VSGwcPN9leRy2R8qzOHHcM/s400/IMG_1884.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405459749317287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqSDnhDBdqKL-t7KJWJK5pBCdcqe9xVMmb-aSH0OTyOhVqdTqfo0iqJ9_IAu2n8PWeRDMtFlzbFHXxMNWqOnE0W990QqjKdROyEq5jn946PmEpsD_vhdzvKQ8N_RFvHLgb8tsCJ0tTfPw/s400/IMG_1879.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405463995886306802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpOUxsRtK73tP7ILbK_dk7xMRxWifTK6KpBfVzSTL_dLUtowXWo3-s8uzuTypOXcTOIPlMqXSGE_vxxGMUPtXMi0AI2V-HjhTHa5VhwY5QTojVuvkhSqqp45TelFmV6ng3ESEC4jnksb0/s400/IMG_1881.JPG" border="0" />Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-89606403241848810702009-10-05T21:14:00.000-07:002009-10-05T21:17:57.630-07:00Dr HuletBrett passed his dental boards first try!! We are so thrilled for him and Jen!! He has really worked hard to make this dream come true and we are so proud of him. Amazing, just amazing.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-31718793066366897432009-09-25T21:16:00.000-07:002009-09-25T21:21:40.361-07:00That's what happens when your wife makes your heart skip a beatSo, I've spent most of the week in the hospital. My mom had surgery on her knee and Barry had to have a pacemaker put in his heart. It's nice not having to be the patient but there sure is a lot of energy expended worrying and waiting. I'm tired, relieved, and looking forward to getting Barry back home tomorrow.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-17873882144073946142009-08-10T10:01:00.000-07:002009-08-10T10:15:17.662-07:00sew what's newJust a quick addition to my blog. I got a chance to see <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Nic</span> and Christian. I had a really great time and it was so fun to see them. The added bonus was I got to spend some time there and back with Jill, Spence, and kiddos and Ben and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Steph</span> (and her very delightful parents). I've been so excited to show <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nic</span> how to use her new machine. She posted these pics of the things we made on her blog, so I just borrowed them. We had lots of fun and Christian was a good sport about being neglected.<br />I lugged my new machine along so I could dazzle her with the machine <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">embroidery</span>. Here's a pillow we <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">embroidered</span> and made.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcsECvG9ec6_OKZDkFiKggA6ER6I8T1zKcrWV_wuBjpPuN3850hbccuGoIL5FtyoZi8dXM6fdWgSXApAEslF-OAUTY18UmsAmnyksEQfUdjGu9aBB4kVBRO1RHcFci_sZHgVWW1yBc5o/s1600-h/pillow"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368382575239793922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrcsECvG9ec6_OKZDkFiKggA6ER6I8T1zKcrWV_wuBjpPuN3850hbccuGoIL5FtyoZi8dXM6fdWgSXApAEslF-OAUTY18UmsAmnyksEQfUdjGu9aBB4kVBRO1RHcFci_sZHgVWW1yBc5o/s400/pillow" border="0" /></a> She embroidered matching paislies on the pockets. It turned out so cute she couldn't give it away.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368382568568515410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQNd0Wt4CdSbIotID7k6ro5-ueegfT8BIiTUs43HWdNbutqwEj0X1XWOlCqXRVZXt3XbB_b9Bl1is2ZNuqBnHARsdta6tfemMDckYCwmMplUTZ5uSuxVxKZXuPDYSLbSoeQQ3ooPLhh5I/s400/diaper+bag" border="0" /> embroidered matching paislies on the pockets. Turned out so cute she couldn't give it away as intended!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3X_kkuXVwCCRpzjYbK6iE-IP_7j9IUdKLGtAs66DrCq84dfKm6pECFmoLXN81VL1bzMaBZrw2DG9mY_sRnDronLkDhGy5tIOhcp51g2TMulYS9mevqbZMfW3_j39YMxnyJfWvY4Snml4/s1600-h/diaper++bag+2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368382572778855394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3X_kkuXVwCCRpzjYbK6iE-IP_7j9IUdKLGtAs66DrCq84dfKm6pECFmoLXN81VL1bzMaBZrw2DG9mY_sRnDronLkDhGy5tIOhcp51g2TMulYS9mevqbZMfW3_j39YMxnyJfWvY4Snml4/s400/diaper++bag+2" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-88677606114130528182009-08-07T13:41:00.000-07:002009-08-07T17:29:10.200-07:00Some People Can Dish it Out....Okay, so I suck at blogging. Lots of stuff has happened since my last entry. So I won't even try to catch up. Besides, at this very moment I'm typing with one hand and I'm on drugs. So a picture is going to have to be worth a 1,000 words.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6qGum7uXKv03ewJ732ijcIDdJhsygjga3u48DAmF4CpFkEQz2nw_kMWiRQg83Q6qnFhy1CyjamR9ARDcrPghZrJPzWHhSNtWdY57ul_907P3vHzjYfMQZMeYm9VG5bEsPExSk8fbfIMw/s1600-h/IMG_0991.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328563215181106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6qGum7uXKv03ewJ732ijcIDdJhsygjga3u48DAmF4CpFkEQz2nw_kMWiRQg83Q6qnFhy1CyjamR9ARDcrPghZrJPzWHhSNtWdY57ul_907P3vHzjYfMQZMeYm9VG5bEsPExSk8fbfIMw/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" border="0" /></a> While washing dishes a plate snapped in half and cut my hand open. I grabbed a beach towel with a panda head on it and called my mom. She ran me to urgent care. When they unwrapped my hand from the towel, it looked like someone had shot the panda through the head.<br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGzK-sbaNI4JdfG5saMidKcGQ3g2CQmVV3nXr5XfBPMORyuEKQgKOqP39mYMNVtI2BEbL71866jP-HmcnurW_z6ImfVt4zE9o7vf-dtF6ZpjRUg_6akvEas7p9CO09G_GoX2KQWL2G_w/s1600-h/IMG_0986.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328554706172434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYGzK-sbaNI4JdfG5saMidKcGQ3g2CQmVV3nXr5XfBPMORyuEKQgKOqP39mYMNVtI2BEbL71866jP-HmcnurW_z6ImfVt4zE9o7vf-dtF6ZpjRUg_6akvEas7p9CO09G_GoX2KQWL2G_w/s400/IMG_0986.JPG" border="0" /></a> The doc didn't want me ripping out any of his stitches, so he put me in a splint. A little over kill if you ask me, but hey, he prescribed no more washing dishes for 2 weeks. At least the splint matches my toenail polish and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">PJs</span>.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1-FUP7_XWeVzW3Yb8UIUwQZkY7kBxjW7nmmj9vwmBfBIjKvAABZrtEBY0r9IisBXwEExwf_u8GjxY1U4ioCNy-Y1czWJNoxwxDZm4fGl51EJk0xkiYItHw0c4vFEGG315xL8gd8-lR0/s1600-h/IMG_0987.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328552597948626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1-FUP7_XWeVzW3Yb8UIUwQZkY7kBxjW7nmmj9vwmBfBIjKvAABZrtEBY0r9IisBXwEExwf_u8GjxY1U4ioCNy-Y1czWJNoxwxDZm4fGl51EJk0xkiYItHw0c4vFEGG315xL8gd8-lR0/s400/IMG_0987.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've been working this summer on trying to get the dining room and front room painted and draperies made. This is the dining room. You can't see the chair rail very good in the picture but it turned out great.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOtb7jTFSpggYEWN9Jgf8Z8UM82YL44TdeTVvNz2iCZ77KdBchgapLXcAzeV4E_dOflUlM7bzNV0YuPOVIykLmemHB0EyS9JiZ71yE08caA4FvDg1OFNzGH4Cu9xEKZeHjrqI81IZPw0/s1600-h/IMG_0976.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328544646902002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheOtb7jTFSpggYEWN9Jgf8Z8UM82YL44TdeTVvNz2iCZ77KdBchgapLXcAzeV4E_dOflUlM7bzNV0YuPOVIykLmemHB0EyS9JiZ71yE08caA4FvDg1OFNzGH4Cu9xEKZeHjrqI81IZPw0/s400/IMG_0976.JPG" border="0" /></a> I've had a birthday since I last blogged. It was nice to have Christina, Josh, Jill, Spencer, Avery, Logan, mom and of course Barry there to help celebrate.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsDDZxGy8PomUYm7QzV14Qf-5Ye2FKokHr15CxYmPsRtbLpwxkDdMONMWq4Vfo2vQ186IIQUz6bF8G4Xs0vxLon-tfndpaMZz7gCA_u4TtFGhGSEEgZLSDmkbKfQNnXkc2VjWNDzUrmA/s1600-h/IMG_0983.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367327777092433762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbsDDZxGy8PomUYm7QzV14Qf-5Ye2FKokHr15CxYmPsRtbLpwxkDdMONMWq4Vfo2vQ186IIQUz6bF8G4Xs0vxLon-tfndpaMZz7gCA_u4TtFGhGSEEgZLSDmkbKfQNnXkc2VjWNDzUrmA/s400/IMG_0983.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ben and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Steph</span> came for a little over a week in July. That was FUN. I took advantage of their willingness to help out and rented scaffolding and painted the two story entry and family room. This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Steph</span>, a construction guy wanna be, eating her lunch while sitting on top the scaffolding. Ben figured out the strange contortion so we could paint above the stairs. Man, I love that kid.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimek0irrgWvIwnA_-4xmK4Fv-QIGd9fqDWrJfGHnQfjdQ13cQteE3esTPc7Rsk3Q80BMDtGvQrK7uMD5uxDdLLr8o0NhMg2flk3Hzx_uLLHlqHkZgyG8aj3s77dIZbMEKCmESxaX-EkhY/s1600-h/IMG_0982.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367327775438515458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimek0irrgWvIwnA_-4xmK4Fv-QIGd9fqDWrJfGHnQfjdQ13cQteE3esTPc7Rsk3Q80BMDtGvQrK7uMD5uxDdLLr8o0NhMg2flk3Hzx_uLLHlqHkZgyG8aj3s77dIZbMEKCmESxaX-EkhY/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Steph</span>, my little spider monkey. The girl has no fear. She just sat up there while Ben rolled her for place to place.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZyJb3d8uByc5bS9gm9lC5XzhryrYQkFHD5ElQJu5crwQ3qq-eKJh1oV-hckUfm24i_n2R7bpq-DNZ-ho1oobYumGQ9KHW4jK1L6HkVI4fECDbZKvdmYh4YMHH6AofCDgjNDqXyLOlpw/s1600-h/IMG_0978.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367327766855530962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZyJb3d8uByc5bS9gm9lC5XzhryrYQkFHD5ElQJu5crwQ3qq-eKJh1oV-hckUfm24i_n2R7bpq-DNZ-ho1oobYumGQ9KHW4jK1L6HkVI4fECDbZKvdmYh4YMHH6AofCDgjNDqXyLOlpw/s400/IMG_0978.JPG" border="0" /></a> Barry snapped this picture of his lovely ETERNAL companion. We painted the wrought iron fence with spray paint and it was getting in every crevice of my well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">creviced</span> body, so this was my solution. Ever had black spray paint on your nose hairs? So don't laugh.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0q5pRS51ndIXTne6Lj1avnVeoI6aJPLfGPNpgfg_LvwgCgLNKodmFQU5vOCP3RHxjDooe6651jsOCyaxrshShquNcERtO3tkzuXz-2df7oggr7cdOBrHFnB1l8Q6fIBjD1D5QF4otYc/s1600-h/IMG_0966.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367327756170024082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv0q5pRS51ndIXTne6Lj1avnVeoI6aJPLfGPNpgfg_LvwgCgLNKodmFQU5vOCP3RHxjDooe6651jsOCyaxrshShquNcERtO3tkzuXz-2df7oggr7cdOBrHFnB1l8Q6fIBjD1D5QF4otYc/s400/IMG_0966.JPG" border="0" /></a> My little Michigan arm of the family came for a visit in May. This is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Joz</span>. She's fearless. Avery is peeking around the corner. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">mmmwah</span>, I could kiss their little faces off.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXiJ3VLnvsEDH6DmCHz80x7a6csZcVpwYud3pVlXuIpSWzKwIhG38pNC5GiGz0SeSboZ-TRlRMft2uIL3Vj-bmcw7YAAhSJeoiwvMlyoeTpCbWaz-NcdQM4RWQamSNpBpMFvu1T9IGTU/s1600-h/IMG_0958.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367327752477282482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXiJ3VLnvsEDH6DmCHz80x7a6csZcVpwYud3pVlXuIpSWzKwIhG38pNC5GiGz0SeSboZ-TRlRMft2uIL3Vj-bmcw7YAAhSJeoiwvMlyoeTpCbWaz-NcdQM4RWQamSNpBpMFvu1T9IGTU/s400/IMG_0958.JPG" border="0" /></a> My little guy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Brax</span> getting ready to slide with Avery. These little peeps are as cute as their parents used to be.<br /><br />Okay, I'm getting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Carpel</span> tunnel here. Who knows what grand adventures I'll meet up with when next I write.<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-61110991632112176052009-05-12T20:08:00.000-07:002009-05-13T07:31:51.795-07:00Celebrate!!!<div align="center">Yea!!! such a happy day. Christina has loved Josh for SO long and it's wonderful to see them start a life together. They were married May 1st at the Seattle Wahington Temple. The day was gloriously SUNNY. Seattle can be intoxicating on sunny days and we were all feeling a great anticipation for this long awaited event. Chrisina had lots of support from family and friends. Here's a recap in pictures.<br /><br />Chelsee Hunt (cousin) performed the magic. She has such a sweet and giving spirit.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335306982249252898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3GLBGBcbFW4A3irv_LhaQMbyIca_P-1O5ejLx1iHxkhjhZUYghq4kUMGL4nFojYKSb4mUZ2jqOs0WO6KJXpD3KBhsoIjSki8Q8Dyo2VY2IcWj7pNDW5K15qgAwxoSn9KOmHSI7L7XrtI/s400/IMG_1796.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center">Here is Christina ready to go get hitched<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335142755572173714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW7a8JUygjG-rLe5CcQuchWtBpxSIsDtN6tn0jljp6CidcCbWZ2GQadhzV_8Q3eAUlKYGW7UvriBLkkW3IcJjQt8xBi3zpy-wtxAIFlZkZ3NPt_J_AYZZxoal8vL73Ws74AH6bIP6gGdE/s400/Christina+ready.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><div align="center">We had a luncheon first. Josh loved the idea of "Dave's BBQ" but they would only take reservations before 2pm so we ate before we went to the temple and that worked out great. It left lots of time for the photographer (an amazing guy who flew up from Phoenix) after the ceremony.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335298827813132706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq1ZkR5q2v8b7q2PewneQS1QgXfsSdbsPLpwj5Glv9YrO3nRyJy9cUvPRdzJOhCw95DN7pIbheuJqADIoVt6reNFMFEdWfwoGENYqTX3KR5iicyVFW_7mK-l1Jplo3D9Q-pdGg1MBJsRM/s400/Christina+luncheon.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">The happy couple!! just leaving the temple.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335142749554173874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhz8piQ6ZwfIBeWEVdps9c_v_KzN9EvyiF1zdzKkfYXeyMCS66-sIQOEWaiFVt-JRIv0261aBJ6xnJFQTzKUokCnWlDXrrYHTenBWhvULSlw5cVVCfwlJsi3LBScUFgdzgpp1eHMdV-M/s400/IMG_1017.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Beautiful couple<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335315400034959554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtaoJ0PZ5I4cxDv7UYaOBpWDxO5AljDcQNYvGw0Bp_DW-PeqcXkWsu6GVYJjk53GnAaML6vogtlDt6bY0tmhEbFHxDykCwREu5XOMtRsrTW0ONLTMdiTZXufosr65-dRUwj0VwPNY7-yg/s400/Christina+josh.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div><div align="center">The Family.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335142757966485394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHXHYDNdIvLtewBREzQonu0dZFLdQg6S9BbqLpEAuJjniLojZVhJjybUJO_VT_i1fIHfnHQOg6YWjrTJj9wK_pIslBKeFnmLOrswTLGNvNKIysuLBQWrpTYrO_BtkVTlBhHU0D5RdE2bI/s400/christina+family_temple2" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">We were quite the team pulling this all together. Everything worked out perfectly.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335142748448323954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmGkWYxUga1DpsHg2Hb_7pO-VnKWWeg7RklShCXITK-5EbkyQIhPQMlq8expKxnDDk-qAYRfWoQCQwUid3D_L0R1v2USv6lMufS1iNBbzRXnhC5Sj0yW_nJcS8boMfGY1E2mYmU66rYAs/s400/IMG_1020.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Christina's dear friend flew in all the way from Boston to help her celebrate. Shout out to</div><div align="center">Christy Parry!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301944344381778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnzsV58fLU-7omSmnf7a4f-Lm6FdA0Oas7lVRUbpOeOfKxjuLrv3KFQPF7_w6zikSRAna1stJxAuuIiBcya8wIsNvx-fN3z1YS6OPD1yUdSOYG9Qb72sgupKdq9NJsH5UFyl3EwN1xMNY/s400/IMG_1068.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p align="center">Josh's car says it all!! and I for one couldn't be happier for them. </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335314339411327554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgus9zEqMOKOwy2wkq7rL1Iq-P27imoDNaCULcAZ7kWJzdswNf0US7oUzPrU0jJnsqWkqv7wvNU68GDBR8Tkasst8Xeznr7GVY6kHO1-R-TnqteoLaT1VWZ4CbiWUnGRJqUG8uXyjueq0/s400/IMG_1115.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center">Since we had so much of Barry's family there to support Christina, we decided to throw him a surprise birthday party. Greg pulled him out of the room to talk to him and we set it up in about 4 minutes, Crepe paper, balloons, cake and candles. We then brought him in, yelled surprise. Blew out candles, ate cake and told "Barry" stories until we were laughing so hard we had tears rolling down our faces!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335300168059184146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_l7kk8wdSNJUNwgj-2tXC62OKmu9MOq-tq3eZJqWC96ozenDbkzE5RfrqCbLPobj681HSlkc4CgpyjRvXjvWSNnfWfIpimvveqymgjFeHHTipZdbs6mRQKT7LBK7VYTaSNJEK9hyphenhyphenotnc/s400/birthday+cake.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335301953692936610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiwUAwk4GlOmdLVMKM0Ay9WTqtf6aQl3Y6KiHkSHx7WRop_SwLWx3QpvYppccOXQkZNbLOI0PIrgLV05pFpLgAyRTzKunb2Nb2BGeKH_fDMr4rZbtX7Cfphj36eFterpQCd_Y3KczfNP4/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Brett had the brillant idea of getting him a WII as a group gift. Here is the "new little man" in my life.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335141367209859202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaOMg3IIdtKfitDZ-_vri8kzDYbCMoCkIOO3ggJREVoHi4x236G3lsB3md2p4pCCfu-53KheR6kB7FbwSORItYF-HOy3JCw8CShyphenhyphenjCnzMXRqSM7G47_BuHFxpeE_0Qo3timDA25Vm75Qo/s400/birthday+wii.jpg" border="0" />We then drove to Yakima and had a beautiful reception hosted by the Doddroes. It was amazing to see old friends again. So many people there that are so dear to us.<br /><br />After the festivities and on our way back to Seattle to the airport, we took an opportunity to show some of our newest family members beautiful Washington State. Here are some pictures at Snoqualmie Falls</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335298820731838482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidYHmZp21tQ1pIGWmnRHITtHnusLAbEu7EMypIMy6PNFQbLTZ5eEHn11m3hwnSWPcSKiJ0Og9kD_vG4_zNqb4FxOhRimX2EtXqIPVmp4WTOjO4hQlRwpB2Vu9okO8L_uGnjEN7rlaQct4/s400/Falls+Gma+logan.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">The Andersons<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335297462376948594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHI24nV-BLcHTaYbCVJWWFhNr4AsboovgeSxjvTrNcyhdr3Hr2Hxh0SoEq2HDOaGXJtAkFlomrGt84MX2xT1vNtY35xM2EkUusmDIPQFSSRvgzZ1rsbI9IhIVodOWsTpsE0Lkl5xO3Oyw/s400/Falls+andersons.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p align="center">Brett, Jen, Brax and Joz</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335297464885086162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVwH43v7adjY6dsL3LcBNWDHpbNM9j2jEpLXRbaxu0VECQpTH6p0xBvbNelfGoODY_g5XKu56O3Octve-hgSwVxK8mhiYyGfmgHmbxVhXxEhv7g3redGfI5dz_0qsZVzrSziRhSnfqE5c/s400/falls+brett+hulets+fam.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br />Barry at the Falls<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335297467264043746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2wDMt67NUqxUnafbvucWYDsiFtHowhG7RBSu6xFFcxy_zi_y3_D37e-pUTyKZDW3lTGVOEeVvESRwT2J6my-ZHBaDS_qpMipSWWwY_KBAYSHqkAD4ai_Fpoq0InMQl9z3vx069vakO0o/s400/IMG_1843.JPG" border="0" /></p>We then flew home and started the preparations for the Open House here in Phoenix. We had a great time. Lots of good homemade vittles, and a great show of support from family and friends. ... I'm tired.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-74812478320545513132009-04-05T08:06:00.000-07:002009-04-05T11:48:32.621-07:00Another day at the 'ol grindLast month I was asked to teach a Stake class on <span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">how to make bread</span></strong>.</span> No problem, really, I've made bread for years. How hard could it be. So I stood up in front of a packed classroom, turned on the charm, made a <span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;">beautiful batch of dough</span> and then declared with confidence "It's just that easy. I promise if you follow the demonstrated steps <strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;">YOU TOO</span></strong> can have terrific results" One lady in the front raises her and and says"<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Uh mm</span>, I'm confused, when do you put in the <span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">yeast</span>?" Yikes, now that's <strong><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;">embarrassing</span></strong>. I said "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ah</span>, how about now" and I grabbed the container of yeast and sprinkled some on top the dough. So I admit to being a bit cocky at times and okay, so I get the part about God teaching us to be humble, but if I <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#990000;">have</span> </span>to look like I don't know what I'm doing, Let it be a class about <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;">balancing the checkbook</span></strong>...not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bread making</span>. I'm <span style="font-size:130%;color:#330099;">FABULOUS</span> in that area. (oops, I guess humility is going to take awhile still)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyi4hKEHjdJneqdXnwS2ru1fdDrkrfiQMAd64IBCxLsHf24vurfTpR1W7nQmtWfaDw8uDN4DvriEqEEQX6M9dBvnwJ5Ev4HV2wIWlPFTgV4aUx8xlLrRyq6UnAZRoN3ZnGj4-m_Sfyis/s1600-h/bread"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224415409774450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSyi4hKEHjdJneqdXnwS2ru1fdDrkrfiQMAd64IBCxLsHf24vurfTpR1W7nQmtWfaDw8uDN4DvriEqEEQX6M9dBvnwJ5Ev4HV2wIWlPFTgV4aUx8xlLrRyq6UnAZRoN3ZnGj4-m_Sfyis/s400/bread" border="0" /></a> As a result of attending the class some of the ladies from my ward asked for a private lesson, so they came over to my house and we donned aprons (<em><strong><span style="color:#993300;"><em><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;">as if <span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">I</span> need an apron</span></strong></em></span></strong></em>...darn, humble, remember humble)<br /><br /><div><div>We ground up some flour from my <strong><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc33;">MONTANA WHEAT</span></strong> (love that stuff)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHaA_XUCuV-VjTKHhfoVKh-Uss2vZyLBjCQoyxdg4LpgeYoGCgdC5KXi6ayrqHj_Jb1QKJaVRQzaPZdpedxN1N4Bcw2245A7AxjkCwzPxcgQkboLRN12HTfYYUTBY3WLczjM2gl_Yrp4s/s1600-h/bread2"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224410429953394" 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/AVvXsEiHaA_XUCuV-VjTKHhfoVKh-Uss2vZyLBjCQoyxdg4LpgeYoGCgdC5KXi6ayrqHj_Jb1QKJaVRQzaPZdpedxN1N4Bcw2245A7AxjkCwzPxcgQkboLRN12HTfYYUTBY3WLczjM2gl_Yrp4s/s400/bread2" border="0" /></a> Here we are in the kitchen. One of the sisters was given a Bosch Mixer 2 years ago and had never used it so she was excited to go home and get it out of the box.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1fXOrsNEFmqAYKwZg7k6vjnai6K-UpbUOtMyqtGT4pmnvf7DZl8sdJh99MC_e7Ehu6YLVs1_H9ZCPt_OGKdPZGepvhN09CIqtjUgwygKNysQUtGW0oPyLtOetwdaSSFrXmyGV7IuzGeE/s1600-h/bread3"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224401466451922" 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/AVvXsEg1fXOrsNEFmqAYKwZg7k6vjnai6K-UpbUOtMyqtGT4pmnvf7DZl8sdJh99MC_e7Ehu6YLVs1_H9ZCPt_OGKdPZGepvhN09CIqtjUgwygKNysQUtGW0oPyLtOetwdaSSFrXmyGV7IuzGeE/s400/bread3" border="0" /></a> Below is a picture of my buddy Vanessa. She has a magic ingredient. She puts so much <strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">LOVE</span></strong> into it, that who cares how it tastes!! Honestly, she is the greatest!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFqpjnlMJIg7mFcrADjWXQ1CE3o0hVjMiibMvmQ-fTjzVyUWfSC_plaAMBQ3uZ-RIsFc1E1HvOS2fxu8B7bwOUCKONZm0yANtyx7d2Ym1OSby5Lg8OQx4cvW5I_O4HEGIDUCCxEIlOmWU/s1600-h/bread4"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224392677814466" 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/AVvXsEiFqpjnlMJIg7mFcrADjWXQ1CE3o0hVjMiibMvmQ-fTjzVyUWfSC_plaAMBQ3uZ-RIsFc1E1HvOS2fxu8B7bwOUCKONZm0yANtyx7d2Ym1OSby5Lg8OQx4cvW5I_O4HEGIDUCCxEIlOmWU/s400/bread4" border="0" /></a> This is Kristen, one of my most enthusiastic students. She was so excited to acquire this new skill and her enthusiasm was catching!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioxyEbhjJewGkxFC5ECPt8wnT2zYjaoo4_bSHa6CfLdPww8Y56Q97Uvmn_sCZBD8ER8nvIRQp-mENzeMxHkSR5IYfUnrs0TgiB3BHIJOGzaBiIBDYIY9kP-JVOiIuQ55bQZlD0txy0x40/s1600-h/bread5"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224192616401586" 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/AVvXsEioxyEbhjJewGkxFC5ECPt8wnT2zYjaoo4_bSHa6CfLdPww8Y56Q97Uvmn_sCZBD8ER8nvIRQp-mENzeMxHkSR5IYfUnrs0TgiB3BHIJOGzaBiIBDYIY9kP-JVOiIuQ55bQZlD0txy0x40/s400/bread5" border="0" /></a>This is the other Kristen and Rachel. They were enjoying learning this new skill so they could show off to their husbands. They were a lot of fun to teach.<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggJUe0u6IBiQY2WhThzuwE74Ox3tejl2H-nRsaA1rXhW6scGp5Tup5MCMt5PqaMxopmIWhl4JZmvaA4otmMA39U2wJLMtaEBGaEb4-ippbe8X2VS_rmdHBl4KFIIujKHtd9ar3ff9en6I/s1600-h/bread6"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224187930766354" 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/AVvXsEggJUe0u6IBiQY2WhThzuwE74Ox3tejl2H-nRsaA1rXhW6scGp5Tup5MCMt5PqaMxopmIWhl4JZmvaA4otmMA39U2wJLMtaEBGaEb4-ippbe8X2VS_rmdHBl4KFIIujKHtd9ar3ff9en6I/s400/bread6" border="0" /></a> Though there was plenty of sweetness with the combination sisters, we still needed to add some to the bread because <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"><em><strong>this</strong></em></span> time I remembered the yeast.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLZItsnXbsor8evSnViDmdv2PIodVkpEiMPrXbRm0N6N3hC4p2cUSLjh0BMGZv07QlPbWl_s_0pSZn1qUS8X64XWGITmim3aUiuHamWZfRhSYn-IqHhbF8wFBVmcVMu5GYmltIIzFOY0/s1600-h/bread7"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224187238535858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibLZItsnXbsor8evSnViDmdv2PIodVkpEiMPrXbRm0N6N3hC4p2cUSLjh0BMGZv07QlPbWl_s_0pSZn1qUS8X64XWGITmim3aUiuHamWZfRhSYn-IqHhbF8wFBVmcVMu5GYmltIIzFOY0/s400/bread7" border="0" /></a> Luckily, for my reputation the bread turned out great. (<strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">As if</span></em></strong> there could have been any other result! ...I mean...um, I'm so glad my students did so well)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224177214176306" 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/AVvXsEg38YR9nODCTg3_mKDa3sd_nttgn8Yvdnabx1er-tvFPVtcEBVdTA1vmXbMDFeUaMpRt52-vFEy_g85J_KfExMToFLIRYC-iheS5wht3FakqlwXA4fpu-j5Z_sP_8-1xq8-5dC3RjcbO0Q/s400/bread8" border="0" /> This is my friend Donna. It was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sooo</span> much fun to teach her because she came determined to not leave my house until she got it right. (little worried when she brought her sleeping bag with her! J/K) When she pulled out 4 beautiful loaves from the oven we both almost cried.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321235213180053986" 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/AVvXsEhSE__sm4IUzeQ0FAQh3VgQkiqVlZF7O9uKjy8WhtXxBPLsMbgKqtEouzVyoMeGsJBPoZgfE7d4oCOfjKd22rhpW5Cm8A7BrgifDlnxLyZx-Fc7WSw15h7yMyH16j24bw8pt0vzzYmN2fo/s400/bread11" border="0" />Afterwards, we sat outside and had lunch of different kinds of salads and of course, hot bread.<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjThvFSDUKVCdZkXMQmdcna4F3DPjNf0yRUsqXRucayCoM0cTC-AjJ42SdiVU8tDqsjPhX3Ox_3vOPxpZHRDs1GCa2cIyQPkqQpf7iud_TNNTIOiNo0fGYhTrGQPb09GTVyZ9taJpRjDxM/s1600-h/bread10"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321224173045808898" 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/AVvXsEjThvFSDUKVCdZkXMQmdcna4F3DPjNf0yRUsqXRucayCoM0cTC-AjJ42SdiVU8tDqsjPhX3Ox_3vOPxpZHRDs1GCa2cIyQPkqQpf7iud_TNNTIOiNo0fGYhTrGQPb09GTVyZ9taJpRjDxM/s400/bread10" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-69359872021837554842009-03-29T22:40:00.000-07:002009-03-29T22:48:18.498-07:00TwilightThis cartoon made me laugh out loud. (Thanks Nicole) Honestly, I'm getting the impression that I need to make room for "Twilight" in my scripture bag.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMTAzfGuY0efDPYaBH38n1JH6xUScqo-9K3GjPQ6K3AqM7lmvStijm7lUE9fUNGQxejlcTf76HY-OEC_OVN4R7r2xgiIPNcCrPofBOfRSIL0_90j3b9ixQ7wB1pdYxugFkJ7BNgpUSy0/s1600-h/twilight.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318851637768853922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmMTAzfGuY0efDPYaBH38n1JH6xUScqo-9K3GjPQ6K3AqM7lmvStijm7lUE9fUNGQxejlcTf76HY-OEC_OVN4R7r2xgiIPNcCrPofBOfRSIL0_90j3b9ixQ7wB1pdYxugFkJ7BNgpUSy0/s400/twilight.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-303937624991971632009-03-01T10:57:00.000-08:002009-03-01T11:43:03.657-08:00Boys will be BoysWhen I was raising boys the wisdom of letting them play with toy guns was questioned. Certainly violence was at an all time high in our nation and perpetuating it by letting your little boys play with toy guns was discouraged. I struggled with what would be the most responsible approach, guns from a mother's point of view don't make sense but try telling that to a little boy!! I have a sister-in-law with all boys and I remember at the time her not allowing her boys to have toy guns. She tried to encourage the gentler side of their natures by giving them dolls. A few years ago we were sitting around a fire at a family reunion and one of my nephews confessed that he and his brothers took the dolls, lit them on fire and used them as bombs. The memory still makes me smile.<br /><div><div><br /><div>Anyway, while Jill was scanning all of my pictures (5000 approx, man ya gotta love that girl!!) as a Christmas gift for me she noticed I had a picture of all my guys at approximately the same age. Can't say if playing with toy guns created any violent tendencies, can say, shoot, I like the way my little cowpokes turned out!!! </div><div> </div><div></div><div> BARRY</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308298608914078066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGUAOAjiyoPYTyVLN8RcL17X76UigNbaweoN6ikSqBIQ4VH2rDCaOcw2gApm89ok5o8GAhhvIfplXKFoBVsOC9lFMOXrgZ5yrM8w0R6lCYaWmhCmIXUa7JTY4krc66wRFf-LrHMHJKv9Q/s400/cowboybarry.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> BRETT</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308298804290968546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8p-ipj06bErmuI615O75ZZGk6u2qzvz2AcFkjKWCC_0cQIXScgr07hTq6SZ7YbfvaR4jDj1g02dqShejIBUanpiRr2HlqlF1Ol9w6S4YQDrU4UjRMtjUki6imF-gRYO-xhfiTeOugm2c/s400/cowboybrett.jpg" border="0" /> BENJAMIN<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308298808811859874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqUXNkuVuUtRvYZ6sui6dFWs8P1x66XPmGusZKjVPnIo6DLJ1jIwitiSu0xZs2lNuQuuaAJIn5ERvwSXSPwgyovR8Ne8hkGhw8stp0yvGCluEHRTGvcJBLeHvFVf2TkkWj4N3TWmz1yug/s400/cowboyben.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-42992004044992818792009-02-03T16:11:00.000-08:002009-02-03T16:47:13.250-08:00Let's get PersonalSo...I have a friend (Becky, ya gotta love her) who hooked me up with a personal trainer who was taking on clients for the unheard of price of $20 a session. I jumped at the chance to get a kick start on losing fat from my last pregnancy(okay, so that was 27 years ago but don't miss my point). So I have been heaving and hoing, lifting and pushing up, pushing and pulling since <span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">OCTOBER</span> and I've lost a grand total of <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">6</span> measly pounds. It's hard not to feel pathetic but today my trainer said he was noticing some definition to my arms. The "Relief Society jiggle" when I practice my "Homecoming Queen" wave is less noticeable in my upper arm and I have a <span style="color:#000099;">small</span> cut (weightlifter lingo for "it appears there might be a bit of muscle under there"). I've learned a lot. Here goes:<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">1</span> I am never going to be one of those people who gets on the scale and says "My I've lost 5 pounds over night. I wonder where it all went." Every pound has to be coaxed off with more than an ample supply of sweat and a little swearing.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;">2</span> As hard as it is NOT to eat the cookie, it is 10 times harder to get it off my butt once I do.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;">3</span> Costco samples have calories. @#&* (remember the swearing part)<br /><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="font-size:180%;">4</span> </span>My scale is not my friend. It's an evil device that plays mind games and produces irrational thought patterns (Oh good, I've lost 2 pounds after five weeks of running 4 miles a day, I'll reward myself by baking cookies)<br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">5</span> Someone needs to write a new joke book for personal trainers ("no, I meant your other left foot". har har. You'd think you'd be careful what you said to a woman with 50lbs bar bells in each hand (okay 12lbs) Honestly I think one of these days when I roll my eyes they're going to end up in the back of my head somewhere.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-40805625078213867122009-01-05T16:36:00.000-08:002009-01-05T17:32:23.083-08:00Polar ExpressHere's some cute pictures of our trip on the Polar Express. Avery probably saw the movie more than a dozen times so she was quite excited about it. Brax would have liked it better if the fat man in the red suit wouldn't have been there. You should have seen him dive under the seat when Santa appeared. Oh well, at least he got a silver bell out of the deal<br /><br /><div align="center"><div><div align="center"><div align="center">Brett and Jozalyn waiting to board the train<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287974540448697730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLXclv5rsmDItNXl9Guc68VPHZQE9Dk8S2KThdQ8HMoDmoH9hf3DLH2NyHTzfaVZ2X1lGkVoeUTfKeX4DqrEIsdMa2F0KG81rN7-rvBcqhEmWqNvmjgj5dkKT02K0SDNFN9APp3bxJ_k/s400/polar+brett+joz.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div>Grandma and Braxton and Avery on the Polar Express<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975429122912738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrCFaWKc_2336orKaCEBg_5xB-x2i1iTKamPDKYAKCjHoP1rIUvMSxf-lMCzfoTA-albefRFyecYkYfhzcoRjxyvXeZc0dtFKQKREs6ki3-IUtnINZ8JUDM_nUHgKcMoJ3LLRIqh7aorQ/s400/polar+gma+with+brax+avery.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Brett and Jozalyn looking out the train window<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975437716152274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17rwDrsrpWI4tLiFGgOnSJsDbHt9wEour8DijW7FYHrwnNCPhLWibgGx_O8QMYKhOJLfOVZNiUImnQBQS3kVJ5DI2rwVv9w7L4U3m2b5oyExhoM0Yrp7gyRDnR6Shk1gA_HGs3Q4xUso/s400/polar+joz+window.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><div align="center"><br />Avery looking out the window at the North Pole</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287974525706935410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 402px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkK72z1jiJ4CSKpMxm2RpO-gVQThKTQKd76gyLG1oaxAj49B9PRxqAi5jzuu1Ko6NccLty6cFb8ne-it5_wcQJQDmeC5SXeNOFR1X_HcXsmoO-8K4JwMcjP8eL56PSomqdtU_zpMSV6mo/s400/polar+avery+window.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Here comes Santa Claus<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975453382423234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeVxQzXuj9ilJdwuejGxXoTuw9Dv87ZStEtsWrEkf4-cOiP8XnDEE-fcuZibSj2Uata8U1avdCslv_IvU-nvShCclET43l0NJrXjM5p-CqwFRMul88KGB9704fLQmkapdpioQhvIJeuL4/s400/polar+santa.jpg" border="0" />Santa giving Avery a bell</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287974522500007922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 380px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbEaDZt-MjWi6yn8RaXqsUfffCjtwjW78cEgLmqt1_x660aADmFDw6AoY4rTywM8XhmP9itjKdPJvwY6b5VEmBGlNErAJR98I8djpbg9oiB-3otg9K9bwSSgTV1WwEjxUhuM8TZLFOnM/s400/polar+avery+bell.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">and Braxton...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287974534685762978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NpKd1ygmcygPIAsxrGZpIb-lXikeDztdNAPEhm5-DAs56nTs3xikSjsAl69AgYWCTgPtT7gkSxht4D9Z6NTVGmTRf6lgTWzzBUY-JbZWEr74Rc0JdMUbrhdTGsVA_J6zHGgCYYbLnPY/s400/polar+brett+brax.jpg" border="0" /><br />and Logan...<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287975433297053618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcy2vSrSA-R6hAYJUxoPv6Bwr0pGtfhQn9toK42SXcMRGt6StG1O-58zPHe8cvfdIOvZVbKzTMwyDhHfy-NzpCbzZUxdsu5HbACJOPOMuPYNY7qcSNi78ydkPjyDquShaF3lpkimtufu0/s400/polar+jill+logan.jpg" border="0" /> </div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-52531668044377782702009-01-05T08:56:00.000-08:002009-01-05T17:31:50.755-08:00There's no Place Like Home for the Holidays<div align="center">Barry and I have been anticipating this Christmas for a long time. All of our family was together, that being quite a fete since we are spread out across the country. <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Christmas</span> is different with adult children. The <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">privilege</span> and excitement of being together <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">supersedes</span> the gift giving and I enjoyed watching the kids enjoy <span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">each other</span>. We tried to scale down Christmas this year. Nobody seemed to notice. The gift part just seemed secondary. However, when I was handed a gift that turned out to be a DVD in which <span style="font-size:180%;color:#003300;">every one of my photo album's</span> contents were scanned, over 5500 pictures, I couldn't stop the tears. The hours of sacrifice that were involved in the making of the gift still stuns me. Thanks Jill! What a thoughtful, selfless thing to do.<br /></div><div align="center">It's amazing how much the addition of new family members adds to the fun. I <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">LOVE</span> the people my kids chose to marry. Each in their own way has enriched our lives <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">immensely</span>, not to mention the <span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="color:#000099;">GRAND KIDS</span>!</span> Man, I'm nuts about them. Now, as I return to the routine, there is a sweetness that lingers. The toy truck in the pantry (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Braxton</span> and Logan both spent as much of their free time in there as possible so it could belong to either of them), the fingerprints on the glass doors, the trash cans overflowing, are evidence of<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">memories</span> made and upon reflection, bring a smile to my face.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Josh and Christina<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859743425109618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRUVsjeAeQUl15SNYMzhwDhMBibY4JC1KnJyQCx0u5ENKXSLp6eJWjnFrVwNGDgl99-732sjFdDBgNG4pbOYe8oz2XJMTKtFcTg-klR5PoRj71NIWONtFyxgUwhAvBy6z3B-ST2nbNZmE/s400/IMG_1683+chris+and+josh.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Brett and Jen</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859738862982306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTOSzQOwlgCWxoOy2j2qvi0l1WhHJaMjMq1XFf7qPbaJKiiM4Gfgo9RwIQORCXjF5XJnoNOAkAlpmbf-3MQYrU9nAUyvLZm_zjE3nvp6N1sEOaIuaPxfqg3jpDIqQpukIjuzvT7gNvwco/s400/IMG_1638+brett+jen.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">Spencer and Jill</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859720733416130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9sjFnnIgobTTaEMi85Lf8eJwWfCYnC8PZZ3BJne-dlO3tj0ngig5M30msd6uRGOCn9PG2i4f-RpM-gqJ_EJcXoPjacgn7n4pm5yN-RzYZ-vZATVO5xtNCXieyw-jH3pjlxB16WLlX7og/s400/IMG_1628+jiil+spen.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br />Ben and Stephanie<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859709912658946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik526LP6BrZoSM9uVFAbPRZ6n5pxzSGUfFaYQzf4EhGHzH9e2MrbwbHaSr5j1Uxl6kfHnQL6CX6DWphbwzZVEOai_DX2E7T6HnFGBiTuuKpH0eRZfQdt1hACK6zRXw0SUbr1PZwztQMzw/s400/IMG_1579+ben+and+Steph.jpg" border="0" /></p><div align="center">Christian and Nicole<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860482006806066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAr4KTNxYlhC3iZpFQnGtVgU2o2Sa9E5FqQ7s5nWHKYqTe9SOyD7HrN8S80rK9bkaDaBe8CvdHM1577g9GrkSUV0dWLMFVL3V6duzxb9g55NChm7e10ATGMI70KZ8CLI49-iEg_1nTISQ/s400/IMG_1577+chris+and+nic.jpg" border="0" />Barry and Cathy<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287859713079109522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSY_Bactc5v50eHLLvUE1T2O_eblD2ZuyktEcdtm1w020U8o8Dyy9-rlpVtnUO3nzdsQUUkh1yAuUYJ2Xh1ZRTXTZOtfYe_IpRUKbzNhQf67MRpbDS9l95upncQ0myGi60bPVczcJa2B4/s400/IMG_1588+barry+me.jpg" border="0" />Here are some random pictures. For Christmas I made Logan and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Jozalyn</span> a "Sunday Book" that was loaded with pictures of them so them could be kept occupied during church. As you can see from the following pictures, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jozalyn</span> was pretty taken with herself!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861165470020834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9UAQCMil0FhzKFMButs4w3szMeASbvs02I7p5f9DzOrZRMyG7kGlSG1rPmY0weOudIUbkQF6FKlWcB0wv0uH4FnGLwxjrCwh1jARN6kq2yZBfYV-O1u2qZoZEDZidcVzJAR4pkS43kos/s400/jen+and+joz+and+book.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860503924231970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtvDNIcn9H4bpSksWBYfRDdMZckx4Lrl_HyQR639yeXWYDTwiTo6BDBDRfzdqfjVbkUIbvIjgK__Voj2Ns5OeT65s62AM7Edn3X_ygMitp7nQ6jqRVieo9_3oK6WmlBGS3fEj5kghOaAQ/s400/IMG_1566+joz+book.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860491803602578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFaqYgmZrnGEauRZpkGnDd2GtJLZj6ubz0UOwPeeGCmP2yHpM8BRHM1X37IyK4jrOeg1EfEcC-KLM1ZrI5ft2pNcT5zKXZLNTOC301myxHHd_mODequWSTIr1-2-iofFmIH7kmpPOA6eQ/s400/IMG_0675+jz+and+book.jpg" border="0" />Avery received a camera from Santa and was quite engrossed in taking pictures. She was not easily distracted.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860496718022146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS7ZxLEeJT3F6ojOaCFsXLPjnMlho4z53-AJ5yNN2MsYylLbglE2eLog1Zyq8ockrwReb7VvddKzZcvJUKDK6e4HetgFYcY-UNcPQ0O8pLyki6l7QaBnSB5DIu2BZ-GzDpfI07bTnfkYs/s400/IMG_0681+been+ava.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Brett decided to teach his kids to scowl, much to their mother's dismay. Actually, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Joz</span> got so she could scowl on demand. We all thought it was adorable, hope she breaks the habit before 1st grade, though.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861142465589250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJ-fb9JUFH3jJr-bHSsBqcDhYTHdTK0m-iZLVFn2ZK7F4UJ4ftJRdJftkgAtUBWpnmVIcTIsegJg6iAuSPvLqAkhMehL_oLaqtD-QCgPp5XPEMDp1agRth_bWRMXs081FA2bxWndfSfI/s400/IMG_1657+brett+scowl.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center">Nicole has really missed her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">nieces</span> and nephews. She loved them every chance she got.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287984343949425042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PmN3rAoZUD5S413z4LhzyfXjXXaUqkxbegcOdsKdporC7D02XxFCvZiGjQbxwPAwvCKnOj8aLzqpReNI1ZUI14Bv1fgWQiEtmM6xt54D9Zfub_ejNsJJ6R1Afx7-I9OihOuKal6kSMg/s400/IMG_1694+logan+nic.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Here's little Logan. Believe me, he is enjoying having teeth and all the joys that come with his favorite pastime...EATING.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861174689752658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4dvfEuei53Z-Kk3o4jX-qR9v66bexaQP4j97C9ElcRJAQOL-aqCQfjbife7Iv35RKw2GT6eVzOq9t7rJ6CQ_HGDkt6ive6Mdw5qVdGRVMBxHSNywGk1gGcbmuyiJGMbrfWPJjD1Ks8Uc/s400/logan.JPG" border="0" /><br />They ain't heavy...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">they's</span> my family<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287860504409426738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja4WIY5zPd51ELZaK3ebhkXT1A4RcSf7qNihielrgUrT2PN6UQo34mt-Ty_B8ki5vhdNmPHmVJ4Gvb_ICpld15GVnRr0F3Cs0nVXfIG3RnBU7s6aRPzJ_C9R5syv8GJaS9SrG5d4OvHik/s400/IMG_0684+brett+shoulders+family.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Here's some pictures of our day at the Ice Rink:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287982521256783458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVMPLxi7zhq45kEGxjs3Fx_PBfibqm9i3dB64lcCoY1tqDwcEMQzwNbQqYYeK8x86twv_5aeyNIGJk042FEPZrn7Np1aDk2x7EUR2e0DSdjcSNV2LpRQ6rrTOELP5vhN7kWr7P7vH3D2U/s400/ice+spencer+avery.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287982505302675394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1e8TFSDw2b8Fl6M9VnAgcqngfKUO_lsoATVOgLLa52glhE71b6GrdU1xY5KfPmyaGHdu_aOJBrbcIfuEvfYF9d7uAcIJcdEpHBegg4lq7hLci0hGz2GGNzjtNSSHf3Cm3zOzFL26j7A/s400/ice+Andersons.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287982513349261746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM46LMrHtZhrB3U08BFsYGMpzOCSbsEbZ89577fySEzeWI1lTpB2jipyZGaoHLmSBJNSoZGsnS6rRooGY4vDfjOhz_VML6rQ5RtpBM8FANYxxdAJ_XC_zzLviStTK_uRvwaMcgM02cLzQ/s400/ice+Ben+Brax.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287982517770967714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEib6ER1ZunVdIjfjbZ08N9mydcjg8Sn0XYf2CTN8jmYitAiePCUhJYm2A8Mt_i2-wSupexucwsZOvISaMMXp8Oj8sf8lKKDtthyKsW07UQpAZsEuzDguGJrghcUk2QWU_8XZFW2ca3P7-o/s400/ice+family.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br />I really treasured this time together. What a joy these "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">littles</span>" are to me.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287861150875593314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqB6QFmKCRQ4VZogusjduHVL4aAXQrKINadwalvMjtBLyMA6IJCKaFI8xs9VZpaSRrwcZC-rjciq2QKyI6twweM1JxoGXpOSJKaedaSWReSUp0ZSToDHEtlvtQxD35iC2tLTH02NmfGI/s400/IMG_1699+gma+with+brax+ava.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-56242609612621028362008-11-05T06:32:00.000-08:002008-11-05T06:48:25.780-08:00Tagged and so FOURTH<div> Nicole tagged me. 4th folder, 4th picture</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265182058113258610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRh-yApYEz1iENIzIP543tGDBVn1FcKEs5R57lC1xBipdcZexadab1Z6uapko5WGTnYMNoTVhh0JQCNJPLDY1W8mHhbxuS4lgcZUm_og6XU3AiQHjrYOH8As_8WshM06y2BZue5Iudw34/s400/IMG_0588.JPG" border="0" /></div><br />This is a picture taken in April 2007. Barry was teaching Avery where her nose was. He's such a good grandpa. Yesterday, I watched Jill's kids so she could go to a Relief Society meeting. I took Avery and Logan to the park and Avery insisted I go down the slide with her. I tried to explain one of the main laws of physics, that being, that the said slide must be the width or greater of the butt sliding down it. Evidently, she wasn't convinced. She said, "come on Grandma, do it like grandpa does it". Tall order. So as not to be out done, I went down the double slide that has a ridge dividing the two slides. Let's just say, I have a permanent wedgie.Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-38150055251593040972008-10-12T08:37:00.000-07:002008-10-12T09:52:41.162-07:00ImaginationIt's been a long time since Halloween was much more than a bump in the road on the rush to Christmas, but this year I have two little 3 years olds in my family that have been caught up in the "Whatcha goin' to be?" and have been eagerly planning their escape from reality to the fantasy of being their favorite character. Braxton of course, chose BUZZ LIGHTYEAR,<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256297284381730370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPyeWLRUww6zA9dBPmMvRWICch-74MS_evR7uCuTuNhBis5_Cbb7D_67ehqX2D1GSZO923PP6q6xLINEFQz-zqR8lM0U27x8kZowtanGpXVBOpr9C2QHCsVCY1CdTXSXH4Hl5ME83YAC4/s400/IMG_1721.JPG" border="0" /> And Avery chose CINDERELLA, she said I should be Sleeping Beauty, but I told her, The best I could do was be the "Fairy Grandmother!"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256297844469847554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTNaRF6LT15wYQODGqFMlwc4YhDYw734NoVmhQihEHlgLjl56BXYYaVef-1a_EKNgy6jlhyphenhyphenD54fz8PhxLFATpxVxz6ycSOr5eYsgyXe1FmsURqWs8V4EoGr5Fkhh0JaLJkVKPxGWC8EXI/s400/IMG_0480.JPG" border="0" /> <div><div>Ahh, but if I could for just a day, transform myself into someone else who would it be? There's lots of things I'd like to be:</div><div>thinner</div><div>fitter</div><div>smarter</div><div>funnier</div><div>more spiritual</div><div>I'd like to be able to really belt out a song...</div><div>but someone else? nah. I read somewhere "to thine own self...be enough". I think for Halloween this year, I'll be a thinner, smarter, funnier, etc, version of me.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256305653946804514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0jjlLVHJGWHzLS3x0VTqdqazIsedkVVzDtzgt0WxG4zdnPEzbCKiomCCY7gQFouUS3hYRnuMiTSc_CdY7i68q4Ckw73ANzizPPaDN7t3iBbxyaEiFZRsv9dOjwPh_OHc7f_JxR9-UEjk/s400/all+my+grandkids.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-78096010334494083462008-09-19T09:01:00.000-07:002008-09-20T14:28:50.960-07:00Princes don't grow on TreesI remember the first time I met Josh. I remember it because it was the first time I'd ever seen that look in Christina's eyes. It was a look of pure adoration. After he left, she confessed to me, "I really like him, mom". That was 6 years ago and "like" turned to "love" without much coaxing. She had never before, or has never since been able to give her heart to anyone else. So it didn't matter that it took 6 years, he owns her heart.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJV-WNBGY7zH7io1-fdqlW_JucIf1nQIFBznZUbW0tWSgtsdScJyk8SL_FfXWm7RL2Lo8nQP6o0bHKuWqZgvYmLVWdfLaU1QdW6qd9VIfHsugzIUzAj2llE90oZqaAWbfUZ-NJRIayCM/s1600-h/josh+and+christina3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247765971659487298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJV-WNBGY7zH7io1-fdqlW_JucIf1nQIFBznZUbW0tWSgtsdScJyk8SL_FfXWm7RL2Lo8nQP6o0bHKuWqZgvYmLVWdfLaU1QdW6qd9VIfHsugzIUzAj2llE90oZqaAWbfUZ-NJRIayCM/s400/josh+and+christina3.jpg" border="0" /></a> We were thrilled when she knocked on our bedroom door early one Sunday morning and sweetly told us that she and Josh were getting married. I have honestly never seen her look so happy. <div>Christina has always been this quiet, steady, dependable emotional rock for me. She instinctively senses what I need and has stood ready to give her love and support. As I laid in my hospital room after having back surgery, I was scared and hurting and drugged. I looked over to see who was at my bedside rubbing my hand. It was Christina. Softly stroking, with that sweet smile that conveyed absolute devotion. I woke several hours later and looked over to see my hand still in hers. </div><div>She has never demanded her slice of attention, preferring to take a backseat to some of her of her siblings that were more comfortable entertaining the crowd. I watched some old home movies the other day. I observed her standing in the background, watching some of the antics of her siblings. She was laughing but too shy too participate. I wanted to scoop up that little girl on the TV screen into my arms and tell her how much she means to me and what a priviledge it is to be her mom. I wanted to bring her into the middle of all the fun and say "Don't forget about her. Just because she's shy and quiet and won't compete for attention, don't forget to give her her some." The ironic thing is that when she does finally get a word in edge wise, she's freaking hilarious.</div><div>She has taught me so many things. Because of her I desire to be kinder because she has taught me the value of kindness. I want to love more deeply and show it with more devotion because she has touched me with her example. She has taught me to look for the quiet voices in the crowd and discover all that they have to offer.</div><div>I am so excited for her and Josh and their future together. They love to be together and enjoy and appreciate each other. Josh understands Christina, because he too is exemplary in his desire to be kind and serve those around him. He is not one who seeks attention but willingly gives to those who need him with no compuction and no expectation to get back anything in return. I feel like it is such a priviledge to have him as part of our lives. He truly is a noble man. Life just keeps getting better...I think there's someone I need to thank for that and believe me, I do, everyday, on my knees, I let Him know how blest I feel, because princes don't grow on trees and yet my daughters have each managed to find one.</div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-57103270536312435022008-09-07T21:25:00.000-07:002008-09-07T22:10:59.548-07:00PrincessBarry and I were invited to go to Disneyland this weekend with Christina and Josh. Since Barry's work is already 1/2 way to Jill's, we just met up at Jill's house in Goodyear and left from there. Well, Avery's eyes lit up when she heard the "D" word so we decided to bring her along. It's magical to see Disneyland through a child's perspective. She was actually greeting old friends when she saw Tigger and Pooh.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxdKNMCnWSQU6bB5XAvm3iLWmId5ZHAKx3oaamFKne4myjNUkFVxsmhw62cO3V1uo4S0o_HRQyUwv17dkSvaQwEtW6lCZuy_sY6KNcPlqSrpDL3W5M3fYWbyq_Vpx1U9ZChVYNs-H-mU/s1600-h/IMG_0384.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243511646991637922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisxdKNMCnWSQU6bB5XAvm3iLWmId5ZHAKx3oaamFKne4myjNUkFVxsmhw62cO3V1uo4S0o_HRQyUwv17dkSvaQwEtW6lCZuy_sY6KNcPlqSrpDL3W5M3fYWbyq_Vpx1U9ZChVYNs-H-mU/s320/IMG_0384.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikC-iHMBOfUPayPQPMwoShpIn67I1Kfq0QNmydkUSvzUNPd5fj8NDWkO7fI6MvvmLZfrSe2CMAfEBNRBUZRUuqTgvQCDFvdls4pFXIJsYPPahtgp-alTZlfaLBTdhcnrQUPANMUOs0EU/s1600-h/IMG_0383.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243511358059588834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhikC-iHMBOfUPayPQPMwoShpIn67I1Kfq0QNmydkUSvzUNPd5fj8NDWkO7fI6MvvmLZfrSe2CMAfEBNRBUZRUuqTgvQCDFvdls4pFXIJsYPPahtgp-alTZlfaLBTdhcnrQUPANMUOs0EU/s320/IMG_0383.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>But the awe on her little face when she saw the "Princesses" brought tears to my eyes. It obviously meant so much to her. There was a place designated where kids could meet and greet the "Princesses".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bcTdWM4XeXEgdEyeVSGfim2iFjp4ngdoHTAV0BA6QpdzFMxdi4d9Hy2L2Ajywzn-KKQMBQrNxRxF8qW6FSjZuZ2TZZ_fTaOqOF-94e6GBw0Pm3is-sSQ9EKo3aFPdPnD28-R0qvnFCA/s1600-h/IMG_0400.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512930044519202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bcTdWM4XeXEgdEyeVSGfim2iFjp4ngdoHTAV0BA6QpdzFMxdi4d9Hy2L2Ajywzn-KKQMBQrNxRxF8qW6FSjZuZ2TZZ_fTaOqOF-94e6GBw0Pm3is-sSQ9EKo3aFPdPnD28-R0qvnFCA/s320/IMG_0400.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8E-dkA0IqnAqNj3jMMPhLh5rRh-HBY77tsiv5T9mPkQzQgDOLr4FrtYyDIJlcqBMbJ0abz65mKgLdUK-W57yZEDCQzUdJ5i9QmiZ5RKEtYgX6g4-Y3WGY9woQlFwlrGEyIIckxkRH244/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243512398742233490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8E-dkA0IqnAqNj3jMMPhLh5rRh-HBY77tsiv5T9mPkQzQgDOLr4FrtYyDIJlcqBMbJ0abz65mKgLdUK-W57yZEDCQzUdJ5i9QmiZ5RKEtYgX6g4-Y3WGY9woQlFwlrGEyIIckxkRH244/s320/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>She ran to each one with her arms out stretched. I couldn't believe how emotional I got. Her little face was just beaming. Afterwards, we came upon a parade and she watched mesmerized as each float went by. But when the float with Belle from "Beauty and the Beast" came by, Avery's face just lit up and she cupped her hands over her mouth and yelled,"Belle, it's me Avery!"<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243509080384385890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisHvDJFw_W8n3-pMMteuErSeo_foTz2AEeP1O3PSEJgmk9M6YKp20yM7NI0eUGDO_NAUU_5sQM4wrlCXfcWbwSCla9Ws3K-Gx3xRnm82dpNL9748m2KxInjS9VgjMgUDlyX3taWhmtCMM/s320/IMG_0428.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-9112045315354537012008-07-29T14:18:00.000-07:002008-07-29T14:50:58.964-07:00A Pirate's Life for Me<div align="center">I like to think of myself as having a very creative streak. I have found an outlet for that creativity by learning how to manipulate photos. Really, it's a one woman party, as I'm giggling away at some of my creations. Well, this year our family reunion had "Pirates of the Caribbean" as it's theme and each family was to design a flag. There was a collective groan from all my family members when they heard I was pulling out the "Photo shop". Having been victims in the past, they didn't quite trust my discretion. Well, I thought they turned out pretty funny, mateys! Our flag was entitled "Protecting the Family Jewels" with pictures of the guys surrounding a treasure chest, where I had put all the rest of our faces on coins.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228554260250500354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWlUE_dOyMzOdTEQp5Qxbwy8NyPvVyrfl7RwvyquvKU-oZWpLZegE4l8QW3ThzUg1NiqNEpNqWgxU-SDcNEDNbw3irVzdZp5zGFMaQjK5QHFE5iJiRTpMB-KQAiNHTEdUgQ_P3GRRIbo0/s400/flagbarry.jpg" width="163" border="0" /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong> Barry</strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228553085598840146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDM8UHcJejTGF-9mvjx6g33ZNGfPel6c1Eg_PdgxAllBauwasXgC7V2NzwdPOtuWKumITyHH7H8IUa-FrLX1jK893j5N2FHNRuMWdsNxvzXt-7MFx9ZDeQBOwumTL5pOs8RBlOfHrCRvo/s400/Flag.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br />Okay, so not everybody thought their pictures were all that flattering. But I only had so much to work with.</div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-76124984308255930602008-07-14T15:09:00.000-07:002008-07-14T16:07:44.654-07:00Happy Birthday Ben-jo-manI'm glad I have an excuse to write a tribute to my youngest son. Today is his birthday. I have a picture of him when he was about 18 months old peeling an orange. <div><div><div><div><br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223006959000344098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSpFsoFFbrOF4RiF5qGFjVXl4VNSgge_LWb6_SLTf87rkqY4kVOAQxH503PCpjXThURbnxv7V1l2YcxdxIdRxG5z9x0TG7vjRn1wHSlMP8EBuelSD6mtJq_tLMK6YZao7nym8eZTHJRSQ/s400/ben+peeling+orange.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><br /></div><div>He was pretty determined to get at the flesh of that orange and he was not about to let something little like a bit of peel get in his way. I didn't know at the time how much of a foreshadowing that picture would be of his personality. Obstacles, have only been minor inconveniences to him. He approaches everything he does with a can do attitude. When he applied to get into the accounting program at BYU he didn't get accepted so he wrote them a letter. Still no postive results, so the next letter went to someone alittle higher up. The end result of the letters and phone calls was an admittance into the program. He graduated with a masters in accounting from BYU. He bought a CRAPPY old house and asked me where he should start with the renovations (my first thought was a MATCH!) I told him the windows, so the next thing I knew he was punching out windows. I asked him if he knew how to replace the old one with a new one? He said, "No but I'm sure I can figure it out." You should see that piece of crap house now! It's beautiful. Granite counter tops, new laundry room, porch, floors, stonework, windows, tile, light fixtures, etc.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223008386382393826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8cGvvH18F2ORIrJkPTypsGHLe7KZwb8wOtryFtTFVtTCG59ufdJTQVgo2y4amNLISGS06SUxGGjR2nTT10e_wtDHaldwqqSVTJNOX91v7Mdunft0XaC37cSIeXJl6WxT0zIvUAl4iKE/s400/benFinished+outside.jpg" border="0" />I'm just so dang proud of that kid. He always sends me mother's day and birthday cards, which I appreciate, but he also sends them to my mom, which I think is extraordinary. He has a great capacity to feel and express gratitude and is one of the only guys I know to always send a Thank you card. I keep those cards because they mean a lot to me and they remind me of what an exceptional young man I have as a son. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223007140769592946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 164px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="86" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmhb96QC3r8JYY9GuReh9996El3yu-xyXpvmb_TG5TTseqXA2aUom4wVjC-z0SCNScEJExV252aDwEwqaHEqC2UxCsAA2rz7MwhrAZ47UY2h6xT1I9GxNPoOUaTWBZOxpQ0sNsGE8RfRo/s400/ben+cowboy+hat.bmp" width="112" border="0" /></div><div>We have developed quite a friendship as he has turned to me during the rough times the past few years. It's wonderful to see him so happy now. He has found someone who truly stands by his side and supports and loves him with her whole heart. She also gets his sense of humor so that's a BIG plus.</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223007725096945938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53xKNvkyLkV3Kj2CGeRKaFmspf134Gc3vaaT_LMnVky754VTRBqBstVq82GhpunnvsC3va4oKD4eq90yicPN6cOnmqa0QiOGhi2iP9hGpZAGtZswcZC_Aug3dZXGk77FgTYSqCLS3Nhg/s400/engagement+photos+laugh.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> and when I think of him I just feel this tremendous feeling of love and pride and gratitude that the Lord would bless me with such an amazing man to be my son.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223007950310019026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2W80Sc4B1MtBJuD58Ne7sstpPrkWIuY9xYkZ6qeiqk5aRcUIA5p8nmMvRGB650yNrbcdxAGAs4MFoj4VA5p2Fj5ZkYhYNTTttGGJ328Ar8pU62aFVDjrdd6mSiyO_D1YzOQExfTBJzu8/s400/51.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-8880745700024524332008-06-14T14:51:00.000-07:002008-06-14T15:27:04.242-07:00Finger Lickin' GoodI had a birthday this week. I came home from church to my daughter's, Spencer and my mom cooking a sumputous meal (poached salmon, baked potaoes, strawberry mango salad, homemade french onion soup, (YUM thanks Spence) and German Chocolate Cake made from scratch YUMMMMIIEE!! Avery was so excited about having a birthday party she REALLY wanted to help. So she volunteered to help blow out the candles<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211862890509210642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4NlD6z_uhi2Me-SyTPILINNPQClLJO1I6KxfalTpASEBdHivn4fLsFRmIuphj9gnhJCgJE4fwT1X1NDy1TQDZ6TAK4iWKCIpNDqA2WVFVDpPNNcwSR7IqDA98om6xzDFIq2km9UPI4Q/s400/IMG_1541.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211862573114579154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0KFUKtid5JmnkO6sjBFxD5VuDI8aZ3AutrHn5vZQdsSKjqkVg-pYq0AN9CD0i_aA4_h7wtTkRnJXYx-9xNTXZTJuvMrMgXO26P8Zuztyz6Yh6ltR8U059_Rzc0YUrAk_KVjTKHd4GHmU/s400/IMG_1542.JPG" border="0" /> and pass out the cake to everyone.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211863140679590770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQPOx-SNzGtCU74or8-_CmNF2xeTs9sA6G7oHKnu2bOp5yGYgY9UguHKIjNwPV8aL2BnzY5e6url1HQn3-P0VbwP-DEYxvXsifHP99NHPOjchn53TO_ocC-1WaNYVVEPpS7biPQnzarg/s400/IMG_1546.JPG" border="0" /> Of course, she had to taste each piece before she handed it over!</div><br /><br /><div>I've decided my house looks a little tired so I asked for some new light fixtures for my birthday. So far Barry and I have only gotten one of the three hung. We are waiting for Ben to come and tackle the harder ones. But it's still such a boost to get a change. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211865014766324690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgS-G26V5xFRMhGmal9dx6tDPmn2ekhwAbp1L1Edt9WX-MAQGxRarxRD4IoO0p-mmNjgAlAf4ZPkAInSSX6wnLlXPUEHtlOEaABTJgjycDdu5qsHLKvet90qX20ogxCwv0rMEomVBGMs/s400/IMG_1547.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211866876124628626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtFu9oWmycLKjvMvusBhJHj5grckT-xmB0cCdn8XfV-yKsgWWjcy3dPX5KmSZar1UjgUT4szZV62UK8KzCfR1BrgYCtuzvmSxaVxgEEt41sjAnDSTLLMftMeRnio7_HRE6OxxqgPMdKs/s400/IMG_1549.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-62388821288241405332008-06-03T12:23:00.000-07:002008-06-03T13:48:23.218-07:00A Man For All Seasons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnkBxa9Wof6vpDJVjUoLSMcnVVdrdSErerlaG_FfQKTCbRJ96rPGLLgj1aEV9PynV8o6UK9lkojderOUhvzRwkQSKd5h-VSAOPiUkPdxRkZsCHpD2ocuXep5Cqo07b5D231ejXdKy0qo/s1600-h/BARRY+AND+CATHY+COLOR+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207757858105203970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTnkBxa9Wof6vpDJVjUoLSMcnVVdrdSErerlaG_FfQKTCbRJ96rPGLLgj1aEV9PynV8o6UK9lkojderOUhvzRwkQSKd5h-VSAOPiUkPdxRkZsCHpD2ocuXep5Cqo07b5D231ejXdKy0qo/s400/BARRY+AND+CATHY+COLOR+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> I remember having a conversation with Ben awhile ago. Someone had told him that it was wise to date someone all four season's before you married them. Their rationale was that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">there</span> is a lot that can change with each season; moods, interests, hobbies, etc. and it's best to know those things up front. Well, I'm way passed the need to find a marriage companion but I've have come to the point in my life where I can mark it by "Seasons" and I can see an analogy of finding someone for your life's partner that could endure all the season's of your life together.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Spring..the growing season, the newness of being together, of having young children, finding a path, starting traditions...</div><br /><br /><div>Summer...The kids all at home, the noise, the laughter, the heat of the moments, youthfulness...</div><br /><br /><div>Fall...the harvest, the lesson's bearing fruit, thankfulness, kid's departing on their chosen paths...</div><br /><br /><div>Winter...the newness of being together, of having young children in our lives again, of redefining ourselves. </div><br /><br /><div>I have found it to be true, you can find out a lot about someone with every season's change. I've learned that Barry would do anything for me or his kids. Barry has always been willing to make personal sacrifices ( sole exception being that little black C<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">amero</span>!!!) of time, money, energy so that we could have comfortable, joy filled lives. I've learned that he is a man with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">unparalleled</span> integrity. I never doubt his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">sincerity</span> or honesty. In the moments when no one else would know otherwise, I find him on his knees in prayer or reading the scriptures. I've learned that there is no greater joy that he receives in this life than being with his family. He is incredibly proud of each one of them. There is no man that has ever enjoyed his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">grand kids</span> more than Barry. The look in those little people's eyes when they see their grandpa is a testament to his love for them. I've learned through this horrible illness my father has gone through, the capacity of Barry's devotion and love and his kindness, his incredible kindness. I love to just be together. I get flowers, just because. If he could, he would deny me nothing. How could I have known the measure of this man when I chose him all those years ago? The seasons of our lives have revealed truly a man for ALL season's and I couldn't be more grateful. Happy Father's Day, sweetheart.</div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-1150806249583080312008-05-18T21:42:00.000-07:002008-05-19T07:12:57.146-07:00Proud<div align="justify">The whole family came to support Nicole and Christian and luckily the wedding landed right at the beginning of Brett's spring break from the University of Michigan. So we got to have them for 10 wonderful days!! One of my very favorite things to do is watch my kids parent. Brett is such an amazing dad. He makes fathering look SO fun. I just love to sit back and watch the commotion. He uses sound effects as a favorite parenting tool and he's easy to locate if his kids are anywhere near...just follow the screeching. He is passionate about his family and that's where he finds his joy. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201946148386802866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfvUw9GTOyoOHA1dPkk8ZKks0hhk4ieevRWFFgKVcCvzszceTZg29ERU0kbkfFdhj8yevPF8ZhhwxLqx4Xa96SyhQKyWOaqJbquitj4so3figOvX_wuBwpBtfHUoap72b_-RwYo9w0IRo/s320/brett+hulets.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Brett Hulet's-Brett, Braxton,Jozalyn and Jen</span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201946500574121170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip2S1pyr3b93tFomQpsMl9nwsjWj_UWU65qwNNUnaEhRc7aQZhZgjNTAJnfcB0Pg0BmQ0rfufrTf_9SX-VmBEf0Ke0GbAGcdjr7eUgyM3oQ8-rFLWCA1l9J3QC6ED5S_1S67-tDEgOtW0/s320/jen+joz+1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="justify">He is lucky enough to have married someone who shares his passion for family. Jen is devoted to her brood and no detail of their care is overlooked. She enjoys being a mom and wife and her family thrives under her devotion to them. She is one of my favorite people to hang out with. And she also shares my passion for Last Chance. They went 3 times while they were here.<br /></div><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQZx8mRLCWLecIow7_IEVP7MRNVLAQ0vNRbmzfaO67Rd4IhmDDliyLaccUk3ZScOs5a_wTh0a3EBcmGHTFbNkZigsYgB2glPucL-7hL8zfszQUZTaszYZXbbQE83-_2B590Et6hb-0hU/s1600-h/dental+boards.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201946311595560130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQZx8mRLCWLecIow7_IEVP7MRNVLAQ0vNRbmzfaO67Rd4IhmDDliyLaccUk3ZScOs5a_wTh0a3EBcmGHTFbNkZigsYgB2glPucL-7hL8zfszQUZTaszYZXbbQE83-_2B590Et6hb-0hU/s320/dental+boards.jpg" border="0" /></a> I snapped this picture early one morning when Brett had gotten up with Jozalyn and was trying to let Jen sleep in while getting some time with the books studying for the Dental Boards. He was reading Dental Anatomy to his daughter. It might as well been written by Dr Seuss, because she was totally captivated. (Who wouldn't be, root canals have always been such a great source of entertainment for me)<br /><div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfOg6bob2GxYLIxCHXc0nyLTq0RUEWBEoccmXQL0ijk2lGG53AI3pQvIsvK7itthIAuNlwU1H03jNqxe2ji80SBP9iFGrlT2HLnh2j_YVrIeX9dSYaREWQzgUp5ZgAKx9qJahEc_5q9Y/s1600-h/brett+brax.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201946002357914786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfOg6bob2GxYLIxCHXc0nyLTq0RUEWBEoccmXQL0ijk2lGG53AI3pQvIsvK7itthIAuNlwU1H03jNqxe2ji80SBP9iFGrlT2HLnh2j_YVrIeX9dSYaREWQzgUp5ZgAKx9qJahEc_5q9Y/s320/brett+brax.jpg" border="0" /></a> Meet Braxton, Brett's shadow and best buddy. They have their own language. When Braxton gets hurt he let's Brett know if he "needs a hug" or if he can "walk it off". They have "Smack Down Time" and compare each other's "GUNS" and give each other "POWS". No little boy ever loved his daddy more and this daddy never needs to be reminded of what it feels like to be a little boy, because the lttle boy in him, is never very far away.</div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-51753273711530202152008-05-18T11:21:00.000-07:002008-05-19T07:15:28.001-07:00PortraitsNicole loves pictures. She takes her camera wherever she goes. When I put together a video for her and Christian I had tons of great pictures to choose from. They had pictures of almost every significant moment of their courtship and lots of great random shots. So it came as no surprise that as she budgeted for her big day, she wanted to hire a photographer that she felt a lot of confidence in. We went to the bridal fair here in Phoenix and Nicole was really drawn to one photographer, Tawnya Hood. They hatched a plan to take the portraits the week after the wedding up at my sisters lodge in Heber AZ. So Christian and Nicole went up to the lodge a few days early for their Honeymoon and I brought the photographer up the next weekend. So I thought I'd post a few of the portraits Tawnya took.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201862654222568514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUru7suMssRBqpbvtmfIecBgM7F8R5N6zlXSdO0GfrT90XviuJSS9mQUG0Z36GRQN9OGlUshDP2wjQAoH7D5CzWKGN2bKOvhskne7vP3CDnJwww9CUAsIFdcD95xhSgEpyPNqAL64pTaU/s200/lodge+dock.jpg" width="242" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201862572618189874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 381px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwPIc7NsEfjiT3Jwne9A9qE4Ee7dtyCj6fEmOec28DS6MdcZ3Iy540QkLMoelwYEe2jQVhF4uBKXWShJZ2oBptEKgyMrjMCDR3pKqUh7E2YXIsc_zLgIoWnvMVLtO4hHL95idoLGcqHe8/s200/lodge+nic+chris.jpg" width="129" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201901111359736930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="181" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiR63DogBmpK0i6ufFi3iJy9iKKaC4n54kUxVSuseUJGcKCjV7LrRTrAKbBbkEiPzmXLMY3phh913kNuTSTHwGCTpseMoOS4U6jKzxcNllQE5g2H141Gjby0tVI4pOVlln_xufDVU5D7c/s200/lodge2+nic+and+chris.jpg" width="234" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201862460949040162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 410px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="262" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5G7cPQ5XeYbDvhSaoYKv2hcXhxhqwdBaBCysv_S-idx6GXSSkxpn_lpt9r81T-fo7EjGVHxeGgjtLrJo9qLWYaOUbfQ4QTkqtBGUT4JO8JiBLoExdcGN0pGA6PMzotoKp_svksMz3axg/s200/swing.jpg" width="281" border="0" /></p><div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-39360900636971725052008-04-16T08:40:00.000-07:002008-04-16T20:50:20.286-07:00Perfect<div><div>Anyone out there checking my blog has noticed I haven't posted in awhile. I have been a slave to a daily schedule of getting things done for Nicole and Christian's wedding. But it was worth it. The night went off without a hitch. Barry's sister, Judy, said her favorite thing about the event was that it was organized so well that we were able to have a party the night before and everyone enjoyed themselves without stressing about all the last minute details. And ya know, we really did have a great time. We had a get to know the families BBQ/swim party/beach volleyball at Val Vista Lakes. The Hagges are delightful people and up for a good time. The next day Nicole and Christian were sealed in the Mesa Temple. It was a beautiful sealing and love that they share was so apparent. We came back to our home and Hagges (prounced HAY GEE) provided an awesome brunch consisting of different kinds of crepes. I then dashed over to my sisters for some last minute set up while Barry, Greg and Grandpa Hulet made sure the yard was going to be well lit for the reception and dance. Nicole said the night was perfect and everything she had hoped for. There are so many people that helped pull this off. I feel so appreciative of all their support. The following day was Sunday and since everyone was there, Brett blessed our new little Jozelyn in our ward and Chelsee Worsley Hunt sang (beautiful). It was a very full weekend with lots of sweet memories.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyy7gZE6BSJBgyPMvbwT2x4pUHtpGLrHqQduyd95wSz4OjDYDYRjDTQ50kYpFsj2SQcEdpmxQFeJj_Eg9wxDYOYX6RwX1N30ls3_S8jq0F1BVoBa-hlIkgvnpVzP1CDASb3XYAM6gGgs/s1600-h/Christian+with+family.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189873431596924978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYyy7gZE6BSJBgyPMvbwT2x4pUHtpGLrHqQduyd95wSz4OjDYDYRjDTQ50kYpFsj2SQcEdpmxQFeJj_Eg9wxDYOYX6RwX1N30ls3_S8jq0F1BVoBa-hlIkgvnpVzP1CDASb3XYAM6gGgs/s200/Christian+with+family.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jflTNVEmRPVS6raVum8Bo6P8aGbgHtfsTtLw6A_52-9Cy6TEyEjBAEwvxbef4ya19HbCLWTcQDa76Zlo-mUWiV8r2Wi9_BarxTje-kplWyTcmbZUoxdx1FYpeYYixK6JWpvJ2XUWNjw/s1600-h/ChrisandNicHagge++Avery.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189873453071761474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9jflTNVEmRPVS6raVum8Bo6P8aGbgHtfsTtLw6A_52-9Cy6TEyEjBAEwvxbef4ya19HbCLWTcQDa76Zlo-mUWiV8r2Wi9_BarxTje-kplWyTcmbZUoxdx1FYpeYYixK6JWpvJ2XUWNjw/s200/ChrisandNicHagge++Avery.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gX8Y4lSronIc4qhq2214f_BNRmvmTV-DRE45uXvtZkmAQF7PoQT_HPC8mKLFcEN4wV8p6tra-X0iCLTD6iOfJljQBTD1OS_6qWPPJhvcerBMd2Ljz4nKNRtcelhlzAYnjOtKMS9QRrk/s1600-h/IMG_1364%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189875179648614482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gX8Y4lSronIc4qhq2214f_BNRmvmTV-DRE45uXvtZkmAQF7PoQT_HPC8mKLFcEN4wV8p6tra-X0iCLTD6iOfJljQBTD1OS_6qWPPJhvcerBMd2Ljz4nKNRtcelhlzAYnjOtKMS9QRrk/s200/IMG_1364%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a></div><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKoudRn9ESgJb1AJwmkaCd1eJP6euZHmkR1jv5fDp_Yk0VwEFT3TW5fXf5h4lPQxkQn72iuBRptTEGNeCo_Ff6Dc-P2FGbMz_5x7259L857Rkx0xx5YRgwSdz5wuluc8GPutAu1z5muU/s1600-h/Nicole+and+Christian+Wedding+Day17.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190055113008513170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivKoudRn9ESgJb1AJwmkaCd1eJP6euZHmkR1jv5fDp_Yk0VwEFT3TW5fXf5h4lPQxkQn72iuBRptTEGNeCo_Ff6Dc-P2FGbMz_5x7259L857Rkx0xx5YRgwSdz5wuluc8GPutAu1z5muU/s200/Nicole+and+Christian+Wedding+Day17.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0V-oebs9_U6iwcp7BfnCFe3M0NjzX3XOAbOaWQUW-ZuNb67Q0ci8UEz2sSAnJC6hUD4OglgeAouDjMBOVqwXY8M99Cq_qcLORkDsnZAG_FQLuACvyxj81ipHPAvmhjSMskPGoIQZ8ytc/s1600-h/IMG_1352%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877803873632386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0V-oebs9_U6iwcp7BfnCFe3M0NjzX3XOAbOaWQUW-ZuNb67Q0ci8UEz2sSAnJC6hUD4OglgeAouDjMBOVqwXY8M99Cq_qcLORkDsnZAG_FQLuACvyxj81ipHPAvmhjSMskPGoIQZ8ytc/s200/IMG_1352%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRwqJAbWyB9olOujg9l3WK0J2Xi3wCGtY26xOdvxcueOUYlBPLqkGDP3RgzB02rSuuFXwOhQr1tF_Iy5-qZlA_hxlJhZ2gv8Yq5ZdqWGQs3943UmGZzhvU3Vq6ZCR23FFQv8dDkKyTWY/s1600-h/IMG_1378%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189877795283697778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvRwqJAbWyB9olOujg9l3WK0J2Xi3wCGtY26xOdvxcueOUYlBPLqkGDP3RgzB02rSuuFXwOhQr1tF_Iy5-qZlA_hxlJhZ2gv8Yq5ZdqWGQs3943UmGZzhvU3Vq6ZCR23FFQv8dDkKyTWY/s200/IMG_1378%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div></div>Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4700215955081826581.post-19385736244921981202008-03-17T08:34:00.000-07:002008-03-17T09:21:51.399-07:00Tag, I'm it!Jill tagged me. Here goes...<br /><br />What I was doing 10 years ago...<br /><br />Mothers Week at Ricks-Sleeping in Jill's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">roommate's</span> bed (Thanks Alisha!) giggling, skipping all the mother's week classes and meeting all her friends.<br /><br />Writing Christina and Brett on their missions.<br /><br />Going on covert missions to retrieve an accidentally sent email.<br /><br />Getting Nicole glasses.<br /><br />Wishing I was skinny.<br /><br />Glad to have another kid (Ben) get his driver's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">license</span>.<br /><br />Talking to Jill on the phone. (We'd just gotten caller ID and the name that came up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">every time</span> she called was Farmer Ross...random memory)<br /><br />I was attending <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">CWU</span></span> getting my much overdue education.<br /><br />Proud of Barry for jump starting a new company.<br /><br /><br /><br />Things on my to do list...<br /><br />finish making <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nic's</span></span> temple dress<br /><br />return library books<br /><br />call Doctors office for results of my cholesterol test<br /><br />clean house ...done (it's 8:45 am, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">definitely</span> an over achiever)<br /><br />start on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nic</span> and Christian wedding video<br /><br />laundry (also done)<br /><br />make bread<br /><br />visiting teach<br /><br />okay, I'm going to stop...this is getting depressing<br /><br /><br /><br />4 things I'd do if I had a billion dollars<br /><br />I think money can create as many problems as it solves, so if I'm wishful thinking I'd like to do the following things...<br /><br />get wood floors and a fireplace<br /><br />pay off Ben's student loans<br /><br />fly Jen Brett <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Brax</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Jozelyn</span> here for a visit<br /><br />buy all of my kids a house near by<br /><br />buy Barry the car of his dreams<br /><br />help Barry start his own company<br /><br />hire a nanny to potty train Avery and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Braxton</span> so their parents would only have one in diapers<br /><br />put enough away for a comfortable retirement...<br /><br />and then I would look for ways to make a difference in other people's lives (sorta like a white Oprah Winfrey)<br /><br /><br /><br />Jobs I've had<br /><br />Worked at Red Steer Drive In<br /><br />taught sewing classes at fabric stores<br /><br />substitute teacher<br /><br /><br /><br />3 bad habits<br />I have a certain word I like to use to relieve stress<br />I always plan to start my diet tomorrow<br />I make cookies because I'm starting my diet tomorrow so it's the last time I'm going to get to have them in a while<br /><br />6 things people would be surprised to know about me...<br />I am an avid <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">recycler</span>. I've been known to gather stuff at ward dinners and family get <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">togethers</span> and take it home to be sure it gets recycled.<br />I have an innate fear of someone touching my navel. I always sleep with a pillow on my stomach.<br />The smell of newborn baby poop brings back fond memories.<br />I'm a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">helicopter</span> when it comes to my family. I'm always swooping in to save the day.<br />I have attractive feet. My toes angle perfectly with the exception of my little toe which has almost no nail and turns sideways.<br />I can turn my tongue over.<br /><br />Okay...I tag Nicole, Christina, and Barry!!!Cathyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13543510008587048418noreply@blogger.com4