tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6443146662242140782024-03-05T19:56:11.976-08:00MOMMA'S SOAPBOXWife of 23 years and a mother to four children. We live on a lake in a small town in California. At Momma's Soapbox you will find she uses humor to spill the beans on her life as a wife, work from home mother, taxi driver and maid. Feeling blessed every step of the way.Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.comBlogger291125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-82095985476796195292013-08-03T20:23:00.000-07:002013-08-03T20:23:18.279-07:00Paris and Madrid- High School trip with the French and Spanish Classes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My girls have an opportunity to go to Paris and Madrid with their High School Spanish and French classes. It is an amazing trip with wonderful opportunities for them to learn many new things they could not experience here at home. The downside is the cost of this trip! With the economy the way it is we aren't able to just pay and go and it is good for them to work hard towards something they want. They are raising money by doing bake sales, car washes, selling candy, babysitting, doing chores... Anything they can think of!! </span></div>
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Me and my rugrat daughters! They are growing up and I'm getting old! Ha Ha <b><u>I LOVE THEM</u></b>!</div>
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Big sister.... They are growing way too fast!</div>
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Hard to believe they are the only two left living at home. In the blink of an eye it feels like I went from a full house with four little rugrats running around to BLAM... An adult married son and a son off at college! Two left at home and no more babies! Time goes by so quickly!</div>
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Ciao Bellas~<br />
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<br />Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-17844932291641900882013-08-02T18:34:00.002-07:002013-08-02T20:42:04.886-07:00Figuring out who you are?<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Don't faint. I know it's a long overdo post! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I saw a great sign today and had to share. It stopped me in my tracks. It said <u><i><b><span style="color: red;">"Don't try to figure out who you are CHOOSE who you want to become".</span></b></i></u> That hit me. From time to time I say WHO AM I ANYMORE? Where did Stephanie go? I'm a mom, a wife, but who AM I? So I guess the answer is I'm whoever I choose to be. We can make changes at any age! If I want to be giving, loving, a mother my kids look up to and admire, a wife my husband is proud of, a person who works out, a person who is always on time, a person who is organized..... the list goes on and on. Bottom line is if I CHOOSE to be that person I can become that. If it is important to me and that is the person I want to be I can be that. So I don't need to sit and try to think about WHO I am.. I am whoever I choose to be. (within limits obviously) I mean...... I'd love to be a singer like Faith Hill! But ya know, God didn't bless me with those vocals! I COULD go work on my singing and become a better singer... But you all know what I mean.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So who do you CHOOSE to be?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ciao Bellas</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">~Momma~</span></span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-6654773623141619922013-02-12T10:44:00.000-08:002013-02-12T10:44:05.212-08:00"Sadie Hawkins" a Tradition since 1937!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A friend of mine mentioned this tradition has been around for a very long time... So I did some research!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I can't believe that this girl ask boy dance started from a COMIC STRIP. It was a cartoon that turned into a musical. It was called Li'l Abner. There was a set day in November when an unmarried woman would chase bachelors and the town hoping to catch them and get married! One of the girls was named Little Miss Sadie Hawkins. She was the "homeliest gal in all them there hills" and this day in November was her very favorite day. BUT apparently it was all the towns bachelors most dreaded day. As this comic strip got more popular , a holiday inspired by Little Miss Sadie Hawkins, was created!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This tradition has been around since 1937! Most of us are not aware of the history behind this celebration but after all these years this event is still called "Sadie Hawkins"</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Schools all over the United States got wind of the quirky holiday and started throwing dances on Sadie Hawkins Day. At first they were all held on the Saturday after November 9th which was the same time the Festivity took place in Li'l Abner. But these days Sadie Hawkins dances are held anytime between the months of November and February.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">When I was in school the girls just asked the boys... "Hey, Wanna go to Sadie's with me????" Now asking is an elaborate affair. But then again, when I was in school and you were asked to Prom the boy just asked you if you would go to Prom with him.... Don't they write it in the sky or put it on billboards nowadays? </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's cute though! I enjoy watching these Rugrats trying to figure out how to ask each other to dances. Well, my cute little daughter (photo above) bought baseballs (as you can see in the photo) because this special (LUCKY... ha ha) boy plays baseball. So she wrote a letter on each ball spelling out S-A-D-I-E-S-? And she gave them to different people (including teachers) who had him in each class throughout the day. Then at the end of the day she walked up to him with the final ball which was the ? and her name on it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Funny thing is she has him in her first period class. So she gave the ball to the teacher to hand to him. She burst out laughing (with her friends) when the teacher walked through the room professing that there is love in the air and threw the ball to him.. He came up to my daughter and her friends later in the period and said "Look what I got!".. They said "Wow, an E".. Because that is the letter on the ball. They all laughed and speculated who it could be asking him.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She was so excited when I picked her up from school.. She got in the car and said "So do you want the whole story??" I said "OF COURSE I DO!!" Was so cute. Have a mentioned how much I love being a Momma?!?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last night she was up making up signs (she is artsy fartsy) for a friend to use to ask her "date" to Sadie's today.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ciao Bellas~</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">~Momma~</span><br />
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Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-80634903553180153812013-02-02T10:07:00.003-08:002013-02-02T10:07:46.978-08:00I'm alive!! We have sooo much to catch up on!!Hey y'all! I'm alive! I've missed my blog so much but have been MIA because of such a busy life! From running my (growing way too fast) Rugrat daughters, to visiting my College goin' Rugrat son, to helping my oldest MARRIED Rugrat son fix up his house, to spending two weeks in the hospital with Acute Pancreatitis.... A shut down pancreas and liver... As you can see I've made it! =) Different eating life style but I'm here.<br />
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I hope you all enjoy the Super Bowl. Being from California we are rooting for the 49rs!!<br />
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Just wanted to shoot out a quick post to let you know I'm back online!<br />
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There is soooooooo much to catch up on!!! Be back soon!<br />
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Ciao Bellas~<br />
MommaStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-8618202638832481002011-10-06T07:52:00.000-07:002011-10-06T07:52:00.274-07:00Racoons eating my cat food<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We get these nightly visitors..... Lately we get the whole "Raccoon Family"..... Bye Bye cat food!</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I laughed so hard... I honestly didn't know what to expect, figured it was something silly but this flat cracked me up... I had to share it with Hunk when he got home...and the girls gathered round to watch it again (they watched it when I watched it the first time)... Hunk was cracking up...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I think if you are "of a certain" age, it will make you laugh even more.... He's talking about all this technology we have and yet nobody is happy....it's hysterical.... And it took me back to a time, not so far ago, where things were a lot different.... It's so easy to forget how quickly technology has changed.. The cell phone (since we install and work on communications tower) is something I am aware of on a daily basis but there is so much we take for granted...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">By the way.... When my son called on Friday he had me go on my computer and he called me on FaceTime on my computer from his...Talk about technology! Was awesome to see his cute little face! His hair is so short and he looks like he's aged a year in the last month!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~Momma~</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-23985233359058826782011-09-23T08:59:00.000-07:002011-09-23T08:59:29.493-07:00LW MILLER-SOUTHERN MODIFIED DIVISION-MOST POPULAR DRIVER<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Not sure how many of you are into racing. Those of you who follow my blog know that we are. Well, I have a favor! A BIG FAVOR. A favor that would mean a lot to me.... An I'm on my knees beggin' ya type of favor.... Ok, maybe not THAT big, BUT it really would mean a lot.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">A friend of mines Hubby races in Southern Modified Division and they are voting for most popular driver right now through November 20th. Would be so awesome if he won! </span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">It only takes 3 clicks! Click on<span style="font-size: x-large;"><a href="http://www.nascar.com/news/110719/2011-southern-modified-mpd/index.html"> this link</a></span> Click on the name LW Miller and then click Submit. Done! No signing up for an account or receiving emails or coupons or any other stuff <strike>we just can't wait to delete.</strike></span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">You can click<span style="font-size: large;"> <a href="http://hometracks.nascar.com/drivers/nwsmt/lw_miller">HERE</a> </span>to see more information about LW. </span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The Noteworthy information they have is:</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Married Kelley Earnhardt following the 2010 season ... Dad was a Modified team owner for years in the northern part of the country and fielded cars for such drivers as Brett Bodine, Satch Worley and Jimmy Spencer … Got his own racing career started on dirt tracks in the Pennsylvania area … Has made 13 NASCAR Nationwide Series starts and six appearances in the NASCAR Camping World Truck Series … Started competing in Modified cars in 1998 … Has one win (Martinsville) and 10 top 10s in 75 career NASCAR Whelen Modified Tour starts.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">LW and Kelley- Aren't they the cutest couple you have ever seen? (Thanks for letting me use the photos Kelley!)</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> He is a stand up guy. He is an amazing hubby to my friend. He treats her like a princess (as he should! LOL) and he treats her daughters as if they were his own. He is the husband we all hope our daughters will grow up and marry someday. Because of all these things along with his talent on the racetrack it would just be AWESOME to see him win!</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Like me doing back flips type of AWESOME. Ok, so I can't actually do a back flip but I can do a huge jump.</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">~Ciao Bellas~</span></div><div style="color: #20124d; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">~Momma~</span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-42827385667743038922011-09-20T06:38:00.000-07:002011-09-20T06:38:04.091-07:00My Facebook Page Blew up from this Post<span style="font-size: large;">This totally throws me under the bus BUT.....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">My nephew reads stories at school (1st grade) and he has to explain how he relates to the story. Our trip to Maui last summer I got knocked down by a wave (some of you may remember the video....I'll share again).... So when my sweet little, adorable, love him so much I can't stand it, nephew was asked and recorded by my sister last night, how this story related to him, this is what he said.... (and she sent to it me)..... Keep in mind a story last year reminded him of this too and he told the story to his class last year. My sister was working in the class when it was time to share the story..... She by the way was laughing to hard she was crying....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So here is last night's video... <i><span style="font-size: small;">(Please remember to scroll down on the right hand side of the page and pause the music to hear the video)</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What I would like to point out is the my little sister <strike>BLESS HER HEART</strike> was laughing in both videos that she taped... She just felt so sorry for me...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ciao Bellas~</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">~Momma~</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-68453043805518754752011-09-19T08:00:00.000-07:002011-09-19T08:00:05.006-07:00California Lake Day<span style="font-size: large;">I think everyone needs a lake day from time to time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Hunk and the girls are always "game" for taking the boat out. I'm usually feeling "too tired" or "not in the mood"... But one thing is always true......every time I step up and go with them I have a great time. It's so fun and really refreshing on a hot California summer day....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When you have had a long day it really helps to sip a nice glass of cold wine on the boat while you watch your Rugrats <strike>cry because dad pushed them in</strike> kneeboard, wakeboard or just swim around. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">After all that <strike>wine</strike> swimming, it's time to head to the barn for a yummy Hunk bbq'd ribeye steak and Grilled Peppers and watermelon... </span></td></tr>
</tbody></table>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-68203664624782127612011-09-17T03:00:00.000-07:002011-09-17T03:00:03.885-07:00Diaper Cake for Baby Shower. So Cute!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-B59rRvTlFSOMMpi53VzoXvI9JQ3gM4d3Mn9m5lFBdFJZBeILqfyZobiD2lsD0B6jh01lXIWtlseQDaHvwNQHL41JQ-OxcAKtKqvssU1xJhtYGKP8wDIe_BRdEX_osmuLohyqLrhyphenhyphenNsA/s1600/IMG_0190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-B59rRvTlFSOMMpi53VzoXvI9JQ3gM4d3Mn9m5lFBdFJZBeILqfyZobiD2lsD0B6jh01lXIWtlseQDaHvwNQHL41JQ-OxcAKtKqvssU1xJhtYGKP8wDIe_BRdEX_osmuLohyqLrhyphenhyphenNsA/s640/IMG_0190.jpg" width="478" /></a></div> <span style="font-size: large;">A friend of mine was having a baby and a few of us got together and made diaper cakes for her. This is a photo of the one I made. It was sooo fun! I'd never done this before.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I tried to put practical stuff that she would use, but still make it look as per-ty as I could...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When my friend called and asked me to come over and make diaper cakes for our other friend I was like sure! Then she said "Costco has cases of diapers and then just get whatever theme you want...My sure went to "huh? REAL diapers? What?" I thought she meant we were going to make cakes in the shape of diapers. Then I searched online for ideas and found out this is apparently a very common thing to make for baby showers... (I started to think how fun it would be to decorate one for bridal showers too and then I realized they probably don't need the "diapers"...well, maybe)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I need to get out more...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Anyone else never heard of diaper cakes? Comfort me now people... LIE if you must... Just kidding, you don't have to lie to make me feel better...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Unless you want to...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then you can.... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Do you get out much?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">~Ciao Bellas~<br />
</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-30167064796454620652011-09-16T03:00:00.000-07:002011-09-16T03:00:02.409-07:00Conversation between Momma and College Son (lecture or support...balancing act)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGgh8W5FdDv8HT1rzSG4RWilVpMd3ilI6hpm8uNXPKpfdHgEOjzNMOi2GQkALRH5RJyXalGsfSG_dd4QHYe2ggiuoIoAc4jldA1yIWeKZpzdlNjT1XaeQOfn-YZ5GqzPG5lAQLW-kqwM/s1600/Kevin+Senior+Photo" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNGgh8W5FdDv8HT1rzSG4RWilVpMd3ilI6hpm8uNXPKpfdHgEOjzNMOi2GQkALRH5RJyXalGsfSG_dd4QHYe2ggiuoIoAc4jldA1yIWeKZpzdlNjT1XaeQOfn-YZ5GqzPG5lAQLW-kqwM/s1600/Kevin+Senior+Photo" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: Hi Mom</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: Hi Sweetie! How was your day?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: It was good!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: I miss you! I haven't heard from you for about 3 days now and I'm going into withdrawals. I tried to NOT call so I don't bug you but it's hard! But I'm really glad you are having fun... (telling myself not to GUILT him)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: Ya, I've just been busy. I guess I'm getting used to my independence...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: Meaning?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: Meaning...I haven't really missed my mommy and daddy yet.... I'm getting used to doing everything for myself and being on my own, still. It's fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: That's good.... (and here it comes I can't keep my trap shut) BUT....I'm not used to it yet. I birthed you and raised you for 18 years, doing stuff for you every day and then one day you are gone and not only do I not see you each day anymore I don't talk to you for 3 days and then it's because I call you. (Now I'm thinking CRAP, PULL IT TOGETHER and be happy he is having so much fun and doing so well)...</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: Well, normally I'd say something right now like "I can understand how you feel" but since I don't have kids I can't really say that. But I understand what you are saying....</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: (Wow he handled that great, so mature....ughhhhh) Thank you son. Don't get me wrong I'm sooooo happy for you and I'm really glad you are homesick and all that. This is the time in your life that you are there to get an education but it's also time to make special memories and meet some lifelong friends.. I really am soooo happy for you.. (now it's time to get off of the phone cuz I'm a dang sap and I'm going to cry!)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: Thanks Mom. I am here to get a good education and that's my number one priority and I'm doing my best not to procrastinate and put things off because I know I used to do that sometimes in high school. But, I'm doing really good. You don't have to worry about me. I'm getting my work done and I'm having a lot of fun.. I do stay up a lot later now though.. My sleep schedule has changed. My roommates like to stay up. Sometimes until 3 am.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: (thinking to myself SHUT UP DON'T SAY IT)... Oh, wow.. that is a change... What are you doing until 3am?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: We hang out in front of the dorm, play ping pong, Volleyball or Basketball and then we usually come back to the room and kill zombies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: Kill Zombies??</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: It's a video game. (He laughs like it's so obvious) Everyone comes to our room and hangs out. It's a lot of fun. And my classes aren't until later in the day so I can sleep in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: (If I were his age how fun would that be?).. That's awesome son... Just remember to keep up on your homework... I'd hate for you to have to come home because you started playing too much. I have faith in you that you won't do that... I just want to make sure you understand that's what will happen if you do....Not saying you will do that, Like I said I trust you are doing the right thing AND having fun...it's a balancing act.. (SHUT UP STEPHANIE! Totally rambling..fighting myself to lecture and to support..back and forth...ughhh)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: Ya, I understand that Mom.. I'm doing it...chuckle...don't worry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: (I"m thinking...How did I raise such a mature boy at only 18? I was never this mature then! I would have been like "I KNOW MOM...gosh, get off my back....") Awesome... Okie Doke, I'll let you get back to your friends and homework... I love you and can't wait to see you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Rugrat: I love you too mom. Talk to you later. Bye.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Momma: Bye... (hang up the phone and feel sad and proud all at the same time....then I think.. <u><b><span style="color: red;">CRAP I NEED TO START DINNER</span></b></u>!)</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-35398102795560557932011-09-15T03:00:00.000-07:002011-09-15T03:00:02.814-07:00My Popo's 91st Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ds_VcGxa3J_rUd7feETWDmCQ-Fym2078J0922D-H67YIEyuRVqI72A5ivqlQg2V76PHIvsQY8REIk_VvyISP7W3TgpmevkIw8qA4ab8YNIetl4yMSorfjPac3k7jZbDS7kl1Bbb0s2E/s1600/IMG_1420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Ds_VcGxa3J_rUd7feETWDmCQ-Fym2078J0922D-H67YIEyuRVqI72A5ivqlQg2V76PHIvsQY8REIk_VvyISP7W3TgpmevkIw8qA4ab8YNIetl4yMSorfjPac3k7jZbDS7kl1Bbb0s2E/s1600/IMG_1420.jpg" /></a></div>Isn't he the sweetest thing you have ever seen? My little Popo... NINTY ONE YEARS OLD... He has experienced so much in his life time. And what is his favorite thing to talk about when he sees me? How I used to push people away from him and say "This is MY Popo...NOT YOURS" when I was little... Or how he saved me something in his lunch box each day and stopped by to give it to me....usually raisins... I love my Popo.....<b><u>and Yes, he is my Popo NOT YOURS.</u></b>....but I still thought you would enjoy seeing pictures of our fun day celebrating his birthday!<br />
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</tbody></table>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-46211231568178316012011-09-14T03:00:00.000-07:002011-09-14T03:00:17.130-07:00My Rugrat moves to college<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgiRxd6mB2Q3wJ8EMLwbbAcs3ceLnhuEriMFU90mBinPp-hQ1Ul1w9rkRA_Qq-s8uShj7OAhdLtXXRwiBogrKZw0NkT68f6wZJAff5FTMi13PXb-ckwzSE69RabjQkLBd_awH3ixJXyE/s1600/IMG_1439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHgiRxd6mB2Q3wJ8EMLwbbAcs3ceLnhuEriMFU90mBinPp-hQ1Ul1w9rkRA_Qq-s8uShj7OAhdLtXXRwiBogrKZw0NkT68f6wZJAff5FTMi13PXb-ckwzSE69RabjQkLBd_awH3ixJXyE/s1600/IMG_1439.jpg" /></a></div>We are at the hotel and getting ready to take him to move into his dorm... He humors me with a photo....<i>Yes, son, you really do have to stand there and let me take this photo... I'll be gone in 2 days, suck it up..</i><br />
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He's been at Biola University for about a month now and he is absolutely having the time of his life. He has made some great friends and is enjoying his independence. He really likes all of his professors and says that they make class very interesting. They are so passionate about what they are teaching that it makes you want to learn it too. He's already had a few papers to write and lots of reading but he's enjoying it all.<br />
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He's gone off campus with friends a few times to Orange County's Labor Day weekend Festival in Irvine and to friends homes, who live nearby.<br />
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Though I'm having a hard time adjusting to him not being here in our home everyday it does make it easier knowing that he is loving it so much.<br />
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OH AND he had two dates in one night! Sound like a player at this Christian University? It's not as it sounds.... I was proud of him.... A girl came up to him as he was walking to "The Caf" for dinner and she mentioned that she thought she was probably going to have to eat alone... (He says to me as he is telling the story.."I wasn't sure if that was a hint or not".... YOU THINK SON!) So he asked if she wanted to eat with him and she said yes.... As he leaves "The Caf" and heads for his dorm another girl (who he knew) stopped him and asked if he would eat dinner with her because she didn't want to eat alone....<br />
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Momma: Did you go with her to?<br />
Rugrat: Yeah, ....<i>laughs</i><br />
Momma: Are you serious!? You ATE AGAIN?<br />
Rugrat: NO, I didn't EAT again, I just went back in and sat with her while she ate..<br />
Momma: Did you have to pay again to go back in "The Caf"?<br />
Rugrat: No, they do the honor system and hold your id and trust that you won't eat when you say you aren't going to eat and then gave me my id back when I left.<br />
Momma: Wow, TRUST ....HONOR SYSTEM... I knew I loved that school.<br />
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So, my rugrat is having the time of my life..... Making new friends.... playing Volleyball, Ping Pong and Basketball.... (which he NEVER PLAYS....he is a wrestler and that's always been the extent of it).... I'm so proud of him for stepping out of his comfort zone and joining in with his new friends. I asked if he was enjoying Volleyball and he said "Ya, it's fun....I suck at it.... Let's just say when the ball comes to me, the game starts over......but it's a lot of fun, and everyone just laughs"<br />
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When I hear stories like these of all the fun he is having, it's hard to wish he was home. Instead I miss him but I'm so grateful that he is having the time of his life and making memories that will last a life time and getting an great education at the same time.<br />
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Am I the only one with all these emotions when it's time to cut the apron strings?<br />
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~Ciao Bellas~<br />
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P.S. I held it together when I said goodbye. He kept looking me hard in the eyes trying to catch a glimpse of tears. I held them back... I said goodbye and I loved him and I walked to get in the car leaving Hunk there to say his goodbyes. As soon as I sat in the seat and the door closed I burst into an unctrollable sob... Honestly it made the "ugly cry" a beautiful sound.. It was from the gut. A cry that had so much held in emotion... The cry that says "I'm letting go". I've raised him to grow up and be a man of integrity and honor and to make it on his own. ..... Now is that time and I have to let go and trust the parenting we did and trust that God will watch over him and trust him... It was a cry of happiness for him and a cry of a baby being pulled out of his mothers arms....only I had to "let go"... <br />
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It's been a mixed emotions "momma" year for me.... My oldest Rugrat getting married and my 2nd oldest rugrat flying the coop for college... I have an awesome relationship with my boys and no matter where they are they know they can call their Momma and I will be there for them.....and what is even more awesome than that.....Is that I know that no matter where I am....I can call them and they will be there for ME... <br />
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I've raised men of integrity.... I couldn't be more proud of either of them. Though they have been tearful times in my life I'm so blessed to be here and see them happen. When I was diagnosed with cancer 6 years ago, I never thought I'd be here to see either of these days. <br />
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BLESSED....that is what I am....I love you "Gooser" and "Baby Brother".....<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-7772889880410685332011-09-13T10:00:00.000-07:002011-09-13T10:00:07.572-07:00Bambi in my front yard<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6P8mmO9kh_GK0sGmaHqoVpnr9WjlXCCZyB51wQAkGVZlcEvYxF1F5gS0DBlRmn51cZIRGfoLnDSn3lD3NB75Ne8krEq0WtL0SGdQJQ1waEOhJB5OZXVXsTJcBwrlzE2e8iOV91oe5sw/s1600/IMG_1458.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv6P8mmO9kh_GK0sGmaHqoVpnr9WjlXCCZyB51wQAkGVZlcEvYxF1F5gS0DBlRmn51cZIRGfoLnDSn3lD3NB75Ne8krEq0WtL0SGdQJQ1waEOhJB5OZXVXsTJcBwrlzE2e8iOV91oe5sw/s1600/IMG_1458.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">When I <strike>crawl</strike> jump out of bed in the morning and head for my coffee pot it always puts a smile on my face when I look out my slider and see this b-e-a-utiful scenery.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3ki294p81fEYbBy6RqGtrkQymwUF1p7PjxgbvQ0h4vfokO7DePtB16q1JOG3gZka3Y6756BsN35sf1-bAgD9d9Q-0fnuhp9zEgNBuyvNWxYhHSRpCpBc_5SQvQ4hHIbysbFu_HuGzQk/s1600/IMG_1459.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp3ki294p81fEYbBy6RqGtrkQymwUF1p7PjxgbvQ0h4vfokO7DePtB16q1JOG3gZka3Y6756BsN35sf1-bAgD9d9Q-0fnuhp9zEgNBuyvNWxYhHSRpCpBc_5SQvQ4hHIbysbFu_HuGzQk/s1600/IMG_1459.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Aren't they adorable??</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JFLqgM7bsiaW19dAj6Y669mtrFRzljjVzmvY-9oOnqskgsVonhOvqOYeCg1omX_Tif-qQ6lGl3-H3N9mSTPlXQvz8_KcgD9Zo-axwBtkrqVOC6W0yfl4zGgn47RbL68cYxR2Eg7RKAw/s1600/IMG_1460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_JFLqgM7bsiaW19dAj6Y669mtrFRzljjVzmvY-9oOnqskgsVonhOvqOYeCg1omX_Tif-qQ6lGl3-H3N9mSTPlXQvz8_KcgD9Zo-axwBtkrqVOC6W0yfl4zGgn47RbL68cYxR2Eg7RKAw/s1600/IMG_1460.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Momma and baby...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaCx-l-RUpw-cAk3RaBRBFwqLSvXZvoaghxE0C8vcOlQzZ3b3n2cxVOGUVpNVftWCI19oP-hM0kR1jquSbXoarririkfA_J0MSsqXgoA3vkqgq0qjXJKTojx5_1g0J8EIEEdns_R16pI/s1600/IMG_1461.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBaCx-l-RUpw-cAk3RaBRBFwqLSvXZvoaghxE0C8vcOlQzZ3b3n2cxVOGUVpNVftWCI19oP-hM0kR1jquSbXoarririkfA_J0MSsqXgoA3vkqgq0qjXJKTojx5_1g0J8EIEEdns_R16pI/s1600/IMG_1461.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I just can't stop taking pictures of them...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8CaDU2l843YSWuZlyIZb5Wr_2ALeJxE_qEiQ2dlh6vt7Tzov1vjaIlDzgqrhyphenhyphen05LUBcTXbQ28WXgqDbkxgntePvYd1QPzqoR7brb4wWEzWwglOUl9-Cke9J4VtyEzsi80Lw90NoMlc8/s1600/IMG_1462.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR8CaDU2l843YSWuZlyIZb5Wr_2ALeJxE_qEiQ2dlh6vt7Tzov1vjaIlDzgqrhyphenhyphen05LUBcTXbQ28WXgqDbkxgntePvYd1QPzqoR7brb4wWEzWwglOUl9-Cke9J4VtyEzsi80Lw90NoMlc8/s1600/IMG_1462.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb_svsv0MxWWsRBlxUg7dBL3cucq0MYm3kIhfFSWTEoOrfvhaYJtiZI79eNw1lkhMjSliQyxZBcac4mnLSDw9djSKD2okIo86AN1_1kwYgYgVfY1JCPrJL2djS3xL2uQWsZ30VKc1thE/s1600/IMG_1463.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvb_svsv0MxWWsRBlxUg7dBL3cucq0MYm3kIhfFSWTEoOrfvhaYJtiZI79eNw1lkhMjSliQyxZBcac4mnLSDw9djSKD2okIo86AN1_1kwYgYgVfY1JCPrJL2djS3xL2uQWsZ30VKc1thE/s1600/IMG_1463.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">How precious is that???? I had to step out onto the porch to get a closer look..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhmRBfwmG2V_7PQeexXaGy0dO5F3t5L70lpu3uLHUg4zFdhbsgTXA0vbYsybpqNSBcYZUVg7UGLp8h_hkoe126hUL0pY4xCx1Sgpl2ix2fbELqlJh71rYojGj0RpLwzxuc-6j69JNA-s/s1600/IMG_1464.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAhmRBfwmG2V_7PQeexXaGy0dO5F3t5L70lpu3uLHUg4zFdhbsgTXA0vbYsybpqNSBcYZUVg7UGLp8h_hkoe126hUL0pY4xCx1Sgpl2ix2fbELqlJh71rYojGj0RpLwzxuc-6j69JNA-s/s1600/IMG_1464.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvbX1ZMjTDagP2xPFFwJdkQ9GPgkbdb-sJ8v0YYNDcxeYKPm497WAWLGYnKWAakBNlKF5HYeaa3pOFzQWdDyr7rVesxFMuqyiPpHBqCeiT4KfmSTKEwOCyMNwt8Ih338eXLnSPGCe1KE/s1600/IMG_1471.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzvbX1ZMjTDagP2xPFFwJdkQ9GPgkbdb-sJ8v0YYNDcxeYKPm497WAWLGYnKWAakBNlKF5HYeaa3pOFzQWdDyr7rVesxFMuqyiPpHBqCeiT4KfmSTKEwOCyMNwt8Ih338eXLnSPGCe1KE/s1600/IMG_1471.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Do you see him peaking at me around the rock? He's like "Oh crud! Someone is on that patio!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TnwxVo2yvRAxsjicka0eMbzOOc5wh6X9tjI1uiml9tMgonM0e77Hgv1JjckdJdGZp7rG_v9dm2T_Tbxe2T-XkUbWnvJCfbJ-9f0eJqIrIwYszyksiPR_63WWmXcFdEWgrWVkIamfry4/s1600/IMG_1472.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4TnwxVo2yvRAxsjicka0eMbzOOc5wh6X9tjI1uiml9tMgonM0e77Hgv1JjckdJdGZp7rG_v9dm2T_Tbxe2T-XkUbWnvJCfbJ-9f0eJqIrIwYszyksiPR_63WWmXcFdEWgrWVkIamfry4/s1600/IMG_1472.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He went back behind the rock and then peeked around the other side of the rock at me... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUMgYX9MxVAB5Rm-m7qycabLfAnzqRup3jV491-zGFthDIgd59PjV4HJ6gVTP3jWyWCxXbvIQlbU6Xx-5qKTAdoNFoQ7AG1IBFGAxsuMKFq3bZR7M-0p2Yca_Vd-HYATMe0iP3sUPGbc/s1600/IMG_1473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUMgYX9MxVAB5Rm-m7qycabLfAnzqRup3jV491-zGFthDIgd59PjV4HJ6gVTP3jWyWCxXbvIQlbU6Xx-5qKTAdoNFoQ7AG1IBFGAxsuMKFq3bZR7M-0p2Yca_Vd-HYATMe0iP3sUPGbc/s1600/IMG_1473.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWQsaHtEhQqEkQIO4wjQs25gAW_eLfHbkiaFe1vAfAiMPPqc30Mc7lJYB9pFZN7HymSAXFDdlQy2jbTU3XQrrR6LMSYsbc4FzV4I3RhltqOGF3h3WZpiAQtnaT-NkKzKfHa_anwM4tkso/s1600/IMG_1474.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWQsaHtEhQqEkQIO4wjQs25gAW_eLfHbkiaFe1vAfAiMPPqc30Mc7lJYB9pFZN7HymSAXFDdlQy2jbTU3XQrrR6LMSYsbc4FzV4I3RhltqOGF3h3WZpiAQtnaT-NkKzKfHa_anwM4tkso/s1600/IMG_1474.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yes, sweetie, I'm still watching you....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByAtfy4LpOq04Xio_MHwQAH-9tFKQrjbjPuHevapflNgI0Pr4WY_R8tcNVz7GzHJZFANQuRz-X3F3_qqc3h_Rquh8Ufctd3STvVxChjU50IimvqL6Qq3OcW0e8cwkBhuHeM7x5izyk6c/s1600/IMG_1475.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhByAtfy4LpOq04Xio_MHwQAH-9tFKQrjbjPuHevapflNgI0Pr4WY_R8tcNVz7GzHJZFANQuRz-X3F3_qqc3h_Rquh8Ufctd3STvVxChjU50IimvqL6Qq3OcW0e8cwkBhuHeM7x5izyk6c/s1600/IMG_1475.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">He realized I'm harmless....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Feel so blessed to live in the mountains where I get to see all God's creatures roaming around....<strike>Except when it's a bear in my backyard or a mountain lion at my tank house then I freak a little </strike> <strike></strike></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">~Ciao Bellas~</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-34176391406842666552011-06-28T21:32:00.000-07:002011-06-28T21:32:36.857-07:00Vail, ColoradoSome more photos of our trip to Vail, Co.<br />
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When we left my sisters house it was raining...I'm like......June? Really? The weather has been so crazy this year! It's almost July and it was raining in California today. Hope it's good weather tomorrow. We fly back home tomorrow afternoon.<br />
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Oh ya, I was talking about Vail....... It is soooooooooo worth the trip!! Do not however get a haircut there without double checking the price!! Holy Cow!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">So beautiful.... I was driving (of course cuz I'm a SPAZ BACKSEAT DRIVER and my sister doesn't like to drive in the mountains!!) but my sister was snapping photos! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The closer we got to Vail it started to look a lot more like Christmas (in June)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The kids have been holding their breath through tunnels since we have been here but this one was loooooonnnngg....... no way they could do it.... But they tried. ha ha</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We came out the other side of the tunnel to it SNOWING!! It was crazy. So much fun!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Beautiful views all the way in and WE MADE IT!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We stayed at the Lodge at Vail and it's location was PERFECT!!! We just walked out the back door right into the village. Lot's of shops and restaurants. <strike>YES,it's so all about the food</strike>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Our kitchen....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And another shot showing part of the living room and the kitchen. We had a real wood burning fireplace but we never used it. We had one bedroom with two twin beds and a bathroom downstairs and upstairs were two bedrooms. One with two queen size beds and a bathroom and one with a king size bed and a bathroom. Was perfect for going with kids or a group of adults. They also have two pools and a great restaurant. I've never in my life had eggs so fluffy that they actually melt in your mouth! We sat out on the patio and enjoyed the great weather. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was our view from our balcony. It looked down on the village. It had a few chairs out there to kick back and <strike>people watch </strike>relax in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">We had a great time! It was different going in the summer and with the rugrats this time and also during the fall the color is very beautiful here. You can go<a href="http://mommassoapbox.blogspot.com/2009/09/vail-colorado-let-sister-trip-begin.html"><strong><span style="color: red;"> here</span></strong></a> and see my last trip there. We had a blast!! BUT Vail is fun and beautiful anytime of the year and with or without children. I'm thinking maybe Christmas?? </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Hunk told me I'm already planning my next vacation while I'm still on a vacation....but I LOVE to travel!!!! I'm all over the place in my head.....always searching for great places to go.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Where should we go next??? Where is your favorite vacation spot? </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">~Ciao Bellas~</div><div align="center">~Momma~</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-46260370405628344392011-06-26T15:03:00.000-07:002011-06-26T15:03:15.155-07:00SENIOR YEAR IS MAKING ME HAVE "SENIOR MOMENTS"Who woulda thunk it? Yesterday he was starting Kindergarten and today graduated high school.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Hunk! I love you too. I had no idea he was doing this.......</div><div style="text-align: center;"><strike>what a shock that he would do such a thing!</strike></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is tradition. I took a roll of toilet paper with me to my oldest sons graduation. I now have to make sure I embarrass them all equally.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I love how the score board has the graduating year on it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet <strike>baby</strike> boy accepting his diploma!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My nephew takes issue with load noises...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Someone behind us popped these confetti things it was so awesome!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Class of 2011...... I'm so proud of you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Big brother was very happy for his little brother... Love these two <strike>babies</strike> so much!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Three of my four Rugrats! Miss Sassy Pants Sister was off visiting with all of her friends that were there. Teenagers! LOL</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My beautiful baby girl. She was so excited to pretend "she" was graduating with her big brother!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Here area couple of senior portraits my sister took on our property. It was the day after my son stayed up all night at the "Sober Graduation" party so he was very tired but we <strike>threatened him with his life</strike> talked him into taking a few photos for me.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgijZpqExE7WFPhL5cf2SKf7g93W7O16a6oZNl7cr0NzWpQebsCFmk65N3Flmh22bNNTkGk7lmcsDoRM7QRmx2F9g67SLs0yYKgu4FJvoJduRVa9QE0LWz3yiDF-z_oCDRnDR9Q6dSSw/s1600/kevin-senior-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSgijZpqExE7WFPhL5cf2SKf7g93W7O16a6oZNl7cr0NzWpQebsCFmk65N3Flmh22bNNTkGk7lmcsDoRM7QRmx2F9g67SLs0yYKgu4FJvoJduRVa9QE0LWz3yiDF-z_oCDRnDR9Q6dSSw/s1600/kevin-senior-2.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">My baby boy....hard to believe he is <strike>abandoning me like he doesn't need me anymore</strike> leaving for college soon!</div><br />
Speaking of college:<br />
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This summer we spent two days at Biola University. WOW.... Loved it. But more importantly our son LOVED it. He was so excited and worried at the same time. Excited that he felt he has a good chance of being accepted there and worried that he wouldn't be.<br />
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There were several activities going on while we were there. Meetings and dinners and lunch for the parents and meetings and classes and dinners and lunches for the kids. Our son got to stay the night in a dorm with a current Biola student and had a great experience.<br />
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We were able to attend Chapel service and be surrounded my thousands of students singing out praises to the Lord. What a humbling moment. It brought tears to my eyes. We knew that if this is where our son is meant to attend college then it would happen..... I know "he" feels it is the University he belongs at. In fact I think he would have been thrilled to have moved right in and started school on our visit.<br />
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What does this mean for us? Another son moving out of the house.....<br />
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Biola is about 4 to 4.5 hours away from us so it is close enough to be able to visit and I already found a nice little hotel about 2 miles away that has a mini kitchen living room and bedroom set up.... Hunk already told our son "This will be your mom's new home away from home, when you attend Biola"..... I'm certain he is correct!<br />
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Being so busy with helping him with college forms and applications and tours and testing schedules was starting to make my head spin. Not only because of all that needs to be done but because of the emotional side of it.<br />
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Letting go isn't the easiest thing for a Momma to do. On one hand I am so proud of him and can't wait to see what he does in this big ol' world. I know he will do great things. He has so much ambition and drive...... BUT on the other hand I still see him as my little boy running around the backyard with snot running down both nostrils and some sort of food in each fist. I guess that will always be the case.<br />
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It also made me realize that I will only have two rugrats left at home AND both of those rugrats will be in junior high. I know in the blink of an eye we will be preparing to send them off for college and then it will just be Hunk and I left at home........and probably some grandrats running around by then! =)<br />
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Hold your babies close, let those little moments, like snot and double fisted eating, get burned into your memories...........before you know it they will graduate and head off to college or off to work and a wife... It truly feels like it all happened in a blink of an eye.<br />
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Hunk..........<strike>You </strike> We are gettin' old buddy...Our Rugrats are growing up.<br />
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Maybe it's time to have some more Rugrats. Maybe that would ease the pain I have in my heart. Fill it with the <strike>sleepless nights, thousands of diaper changes</strike> love that comes with having a new baby in the house.<br />
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NOT.<br />
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Ciao Bellas~<br />
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MommaStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-70177629846411840202011-06-25T16:34:00.000-07:002011-06-25T16:34:36.063-07:00OUR VISIT TO COLORADO- VAIL AND MOUNT EVANSThe day after my sons wedding my girls flew back with my sister, her hubby and son to Colorado. They went up to Mount Evans. My oldest daughter (thinking it's summer time and being a California girl) only brought shorts... And did I mention she has no fat on her tiny body...........<em>If she wasn't 13 and my daughter I may not like her for that</em>....<strike>NOT</strike> JUST KIDDING.....<br />
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Because of her lack of body fat and lack of proper clothing AND elevation level her lips were BLUE. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Fast forward to the next day and back down to Denver elevation and the weather was a bit nicer so my brother in-law and sister set up the slip-n-slide for the kids.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center">Here we are in Vail..... LOVE GOING HERE... was a little different than our trip with just the two of us last time but we had a great time.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Great thing about having a sister who is a professional photographer is that you get great photos, bad thing is she is usually not in them (unless she sets the timer)..</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">After all the stress that has been going on with graduation, college applications, wedding planning, becoming a mother in law and soon to only have two rugrats left at home this <strike>wasn't Maui for a month</strike> is a great vacation.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Still determined to find and keep my Aloha......even if it is in Colorado!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Graduation photos are almost done being edited (my sister has been slammed with her own photography business work and/or vacationing with me so she is being SLOW)..</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Yes, Tami, I called you slow......Do you still love me? ;-)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong>So what are your summer 2011 plans??</strong> My next one is camping. I can't wait <strike>to be filthy and bathe and wash dishes in lake water</strike>!!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Ciao Bellas~</div><div align="center">~Momma~</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-71679821827491874432011-06-24T06:51:00.000-07:002011-06-24T06:51:22.854-07:00MY SON TIED THE KNOT!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQOralkrASeDQZIJ9q4x441gtKQ-arJvTD_FtKGx2LGLVHEFAJmMaylU3Wlo6RlLQPd3gySm8A-NTeWX28OCJwtSRH-qzlTHRT5fPDuxsmLEs5M9-oll8TzFr1CwaD0hqWmrKu-iJ4b0/s1600/fresno-wedding-photographer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihQOralkrASeDQZIJ9q4x441gtKQ-arJvTD_FtKGx2LGLVHEFAJmMaylU3Wlo6RlLQPd3gySm8A-NTeWX28OCJwtSRH-qzlTHRT5fPDuxsmLEs5M9-oll8TzFr1CwaD0hqWmrKu-iJ4b0/s1600/fresno-wedding-photographer.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div align="left">I have more photos to come. These are photos my sister took for us. Though she was not the actual photographer for the wedding she OF COURSE couldn't help but take some photos.</div><div align="left"><br />
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</div><div align="left">Hope you enjoyed a peek into one of the happiest days of our sons life.</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">Ciao Bellas~</div><div align="left"><br />
</div><div align="left">Momma</div><div align="center"></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-76826518111445862882011-06-06T16:00:00.000-07:002011-06-06T16:00:17.375-07:00SUMMER IN CALIFORNIA?? NOT SO MUCH<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">The weather has been sooooo crazy. Our good friends had their "Hoe Down" a couple weeks ago. We were afraid we would be rained out but it was perfect. It was a lot of fun. The guys did did some skeet shooting.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And so did my Rugrat daughter!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I had to laugh because earlier that day I had posted the below photo of her on Facebook </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">And I said "My daughter baked a cake.. WHERE DOES SHE GET ACTING LIKE A GOOFBALL FROM"????</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then at our friends "Hoe Down" we all started dancing and I (shocker) started doing air guitar and jumping up in the air with one leg out to the front and one leg to the back... Then laughing so hard (and crossing my legs as to not pee my pants, Yes, I'm serious)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">So my friend grabs my phone and takes this photo of me (and yes we posted it on Facebook)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDgIiS6IZ2jjhc-AiW-5s5fS2auZvL1rni0bvAqFdeSLzcI1m5SwJqbOyIDCUj7w3EBqjRU74x3bteDpI1sCbKnNksMPfmsYPPf4vn7AZ7SdoSjxEwnn3NUqiEoM57EJld66YkJgEXJg/s1600/Hillerman+Hoe+down.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBDgIiS6IZ2jjhc-AiW-5s5fS2auZvL1rni0bvAqFdeSLzcI1m5SwJqbOyIDCUj7w3EBqjRU74x3bteDpI1sCbKnNksMPfmsYPPf4vn7AZ7SdoSjxEwnn3NUqiEoM57EJld66YkJgEXJg/s400/Hillerman+Hoe+down.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which shows exactly where my daughter gets it from. Ha Ha</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Fast forward and the weather hasn't improved yet!!..</strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">This last Saturday was my son's bachelor party here at our home. My hubby was throwing it for our son and he was so excited. I went to Costco and stocked up on all the good food and drink for them. Hunk took all the guys to the shooting range where they spent a few hours target shooting on a course at the gun club. Then he had hired a Seaplane to come in out of San Francisco and land here on our little lake. They guests would get rides in the seaplane and then it would head back to San Francisco. He was so excited....And then what happened? STORM. It rained all day. The seaplane couldn't get out of San Francisco because of the storm. They did still go to the gun club and shoot in the rain... such men. They then came back and Hunk set up his tractor and hung a rope for them to do some rope climbing something or other..... (girl description... sorry)... They played horseshoes and then I'm told there was a beer pong game.....</span></div><br />
<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Me? The girls and I hit the road with my friend! She came in from out of town and we headed up the hill to Tenaya Lodge. It also rained there all day but the girls swam in the indoor pool and my friend Sharon and I sat in the jacuzzi while we watched them.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jqPASEfjswI08hnOTvwqpREk06rWZ9XLl3jaNw2DJuMX1RjjZzlka-QlzdlNA3looZ1V4slyX9sAOD8YeBAOkhQ88XVvSITMDadcZ4nzfJ4HDdRuwNGaUWWPwBiAYVPn2qVCeGlHbdM/s1600/Tenaya+pool.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jqPASEfjswI08hnOTvwqpREk06rWZ9XLl3jaNw2DJuMX1RjjZzlka-QlzdlNA3looZ1V4slyX9sAOD8YeBAOkhQ88XVvSITMDadcZ4nzfJ4HDdRuwNGaUWWPwBiAYVPn2qVCeGlHbdM/s400/Tenaya+pool.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had the pool to ourselves. Most of the guests were at Yosemite (National Park) during the day so it was quiet until the evening.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPNHuf0zZ3OngqYlf57ZXWempcIVguS7cJJ2hiG-Jwg5PAxDuwVmgGSRysrt7adl54YL2GwFvuvwM79eS6cvkCbv9Ftq483Wu481aaGQl8acv_REpW3q4hvst1Ud_B4MkJCueoHvbkB4/s1600/Bloody+Mary+Tenaya.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOPNHuf0zZ3OngqYlf57ZXWempcIVguS7cJJ2hiG-Jwg5PAxDuwVmgGSRysrt7adl54YL2GwFvuvwM79eS6cvkCbv9Ftq483Wu481aaGQl8acv_REpW3q4hvst1Ud_B4MkJCueoHvbkB4/s400/Bloody+Mary+Tenaya.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's when we had this. Doesn't this Bloody Mary look more like a Salad Bar? It was so yummy!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you guys ever make it out to California and want to go to see Yosemite National Park, Tenaya Lodge is a great place to stay! (with or without kids.. They also have a beautiful spa!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">My week is crazy this week (as usual)! Wednesday my son graduates high school, Friday is rehearsal dinner for my other son's wedding and Saturday is the wedding. Sunday the girls fly back to Colorado with my sister.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">I have a few Prom Photos to post and I will soon have graduation and wedding photos to share but I wanted to give you all an update on my crazy BUT BLESSED life.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ciao Bellas~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">Momma</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: large;">P.S. Please pray for no rain or snow on the wedding day! Never thought I'd be hoping for that IN JUNE.... We were previously worried it would be too hot. I'm thinking it will be beautiful weather for a beautiful day! (Glass is half full, right?)</span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-3664288702931696402011-05-19T08:07:00.000-07:002011-05-19T08:07:48.878-07:00FROM AVILA BEACH TO MAUI TO MOTHER'S DAY- ONE BUSY MOMMA<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">I'm apologizing in advance for the poor quality of my photos! They are all taken with my phone but I wanted to share what I have been up to lately!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">First stop..........</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_-hXepxC76eM42Q2JzOfyXANXiHZr0SO95mwUsZdJnylBdox1kplBdTEJ66EjAvYdcssSo8AK5wwJDoWSBEFyu3-TDTg0a3iTMHOEIa18e3O0JAFgzZcga0QUzX2VqLki13mM4t8mWE/s1600/Avila+beach.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_-hXepxC76eM42Q2JzOfyXANXiHZr0SO95mwUsZdJnylBdox1kplBdTEJ66EjAvYdcssSo8AK5wwJDoWSBEFyu3-TDTg0a3iTMHOEIa18e3O0JAFgzZcga0QUzX2VqLki13mM4t8mWE/s640/Avila+beach.bmp" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My friend Sharon and I went to Avila Beach and then to San Luis Obispo for her birthday. We got there the day after the evacuation from the Tsunami. This was a view from out hotel balcony. We had such a blast! As we always do when we get together! (Which is not near enough!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Then I was leaving on a jet plane.. (</span><span style="font-size: x-small;">don't know when I'll be back again... oh babe I hate toooo go...... SORRY forgot all about that song!)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHT00eH9X6ZX2frJqOnIlsJbLzW5jySbj-e2SF1RKKkQmMwhJjQCIObG1UPijjI6Y7umPdZ2iukPwgImEPR-Relo1iObvPOJ1h3fZ-1VXljM9_04MIX9QXnlZvg3pjkCo4ggHPXZyzwu8/s1600/friend+on+way+to+maui+on+plane.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHT00eH9X6ZX2frJqOnIlsJbLzW5jySbj-e2SF1RKKkQmMwhJjQCIObG1UPijjI6Y7umPdZ2iukPwgImEPR-Relo1iObvPOJ1h3fZ-1VXljM9_04MIX9QXnlZvg3pjkCo4ggHPXZyzwu8/s640/friend+on+way+to+maui+on+plane.bmp" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Here is my friend Natalie and I on the plane on our way to Maui! Yay! One of my favorite places ever!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCMnk4ndo0yJ2UfPUCG6PKGmMu7hTGvKEd6qWgNW0nj38pIePjQuhVASzxGHopQh5jizYfWRJWs9V-6HgHI1XwwdvHRAZK6tcpc9XzVekTO4SpF4edw6PqgLQSgWchg1Po1RtmTQr0IQ/s1600/Hula+grill+maui.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXCMnk4ndo0yJ2UfPUCG6PKGmMu7hTGvKEd6qWgNW0nj38pIePjQuhVASzxGHopQh5jizYfWRJWs9V-6HgHI1XwwdvHRAZK6tcpc9XzVekTO4SpF4edw6PqgLQSgWchg1Po1RtmTQr0IQ/s640/Hula+grill+maui.bmp" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And then we ate at one of my favorite places ever "HULA GRILL"</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;"> Love Love Love Love Love Hula Grill...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVbl9ik_tHD2Rfc8MdFnycgXDOIKG9KxsaBSJZioof8yTNERfylkqXt09mBOI9a1eR2iktwncDd12BNIkg4IROHT4aVYU1DSptYC69o4WEOyPLMYWdxBI9AWR-MWXedRzA0tQ2uRnwv4/s1600/outside+hula+grill+maui.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifVbl9ik_tHD2Rfc8MdFnycgXDOIKG9KxsaBSJZioof8yTNERfylkqXt09mBOI9a1eR2iktwncDd12BNIkg4IROHT4aVYU1DSptYC69o4WEOyPLMYWdxBI9AWR-MWXedRzA0tQ2uRnwv4/s640/outside+hula+grill+maui.bmp" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">This is the view in front of Hula Grill. Ahhhh I'm so ready to go back already...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqIoisZUeKZbsCiZjWJQ-GrLZfZCRP7JtxnJPLDYZW1GWSKZp_FLT1nWEr6t5iGAfH0p1mkYbd-KapCPW-xCJlvAubBWxQ6RJCz1ntZTJ2d2taHf2kYv1nOKeuhZd3w8j-jAInKG99DY/s1600/Maui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="486" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmqIoisZUeKZbsCiZjWJQ-GrLZfZCRP7JtxnJPLDYZW1GWSKZp_FLT1nWEr6t5iGAfH0p1mkYbd-KapCPW-xCJlvAubBWxQ6RJCz1ntZTJ2d2taHf2kYv1nOKeuhZd3w8j-jAInKG99DY/s640/Maui.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">This is the view from the Lanai of my friend Natalie's condo. </span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Another one of my favorite places in Maui!</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSI6-UTf2dhAxTyb5jNdZjRsG8x76Yq7tXwS1VoFSdtm3PTy8ikD6DQ-SL-tLBk9U6E2_z7bs6fot2dLWR9fawvRiav4moQ9svJ08ZKoA0T16oCOnlzRNn2YDWiFgRukJZ52-yLSqtHk/s1600/dinner+maui.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSI6-UTf2dhAxTyb5jNdZjRsG8x76Yq7tXwS1VoFSdtm3PTy8ikD6DQ-SL-tLBk9U6E2_z7bs6fot2dLWR9fawvRiav4moQ9svJ08ZKoA0T16oCOnlzRNn2YDWiFgRukJZ52-yLSqtHk/s400/dinner+maui.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Yummy dinner at "Momma's Fish House" </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Soooo good......and the view.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod2gWYMsirTFQBnp2HGMHcGNe00j7nVd6rkoMuMSpaphGM1xPyNmHCrtzOAFs2C0mCu_HoSOx1GsqbjHcfhTBR7HphyMfJnNl8-b_IrXoCxQspdAE24uHjETjjRsWCGJ-QYze1QYAKRY/s1600/Maui+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod2gWYMsirTFQBnp2HGMHcGNe00j7nVd6rkoMuMSpaphGM1xPyNmHCrtzOAFs2C0mCu_HoSOx1GsqbjHcfhTBR7HphyMfJnNl8-b_IrXoCxQspdAE24uHjETjjRsWCGJ-QYze1QYAKRY/s640/Maui+2.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">This is in front of Mommas Fish House. sighhhh</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Then it was back to reality.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KZvY5-_YthnElWUabKkHgoNL6KhpAKBXG3BoB42GEtCRuZ28Zz4OCsRwvPlNAtOSKo7bjuCJ1jjvYL3LrR0zrrV_-HTzNzgAXE-e0YUlV7RQ8CiA838w8G0DY7dWXteR7K7Mti-4JEE/s1600/glass+of+wine+outfront.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8KZvY5-_YthnElWUabKkHgoNL6KhpAKBXG3BoB42GEtCRuZ28Zz4OCsRwvPlNAtOSKo7bjuCJ1jjvYL3LrR0zrrV_-HTzNzgAXE-e0YUlV7RQ8CiA838w8G0DY7dWXteR7K7Mti-4JEE/s640/glass+of+wine+outfront.bmp" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Home sweet home and a glass of Reisling (that looks like water)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgJ8EiEkSTF_Dli06mt6TlOSXos5rUxiTx4MxeceAT97aqR3wMiSRXnWBoJwKWcUxxmpxZmPLXVF3PuvrkfWOP8vLTsT9yZkeo5m4XBUpaga5F-iV_o9aC0PbCiE5tFC8YSYpmDFiMOc/s1600/lake+at+sunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcgJ8EiEkSTF_Dli06mt6TlOSXos5rUxiTx4MxeceAT97aqR3wMiSRXnWBoJwKWcUxxmpxZmPLXVF3PuvrkfWOP8vLTsT9yZkeo5m4XBUpaga5F-iV_o9aC0PbCiE5tFC8YSYpmDFiMOc/s640/lake+at+sunset.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Not as good as our Maui ocean view but I knew I needed to not take it for granted and so I needed new patio furniture!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsb7T7R6NCZB1doPbdRRaQ8mGdFQcsQaW2Meqm0hB_0BX5mwOuOG35Yqz2s8snNfcoy4UsE6BrHi4UTR7iaYry1VkfSk33-dQAZb-FWV4iBgCWIZeO7eqyaVFFkc9CYJmk0CgHKxA5Ipw/s1600/new+patio+furniture+under+cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="476" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsb7T7R6NCZB1doPbdRRaQ8mGdFQcsQaW2Meqm0hB_0BX5mwOuOG35Yqz2s8snNfcoy4UsE6BrHi4UTR7iaYry1VkfSk33-dQAZb-FWV4iBgCWIZeO7eqyaVFFkc9CYJmk0CgHKxA5Ipw/s640/new+patio+furniture+under+cover.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">So I went and got this for under our gazebo area.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzHSruWrHIUJ_NDIfYyWpx1dHzxmFFHz7x1ZJvuJ09WtNUTk0_IHQCLHjFYLg7IbHbTcVgMZfEaOSqVfBiLhPCcT0ARCjnVROGlYf7k7DnUVXvS3m_gBEhkMN4sgUmuKJoVLfGOsJOOw/s1600/new+patio+set+with+fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyzHSruWrHIUJ_NDIfYyWpx1dHzxmFFHz7x1ZJvuJ09WtNUTk0_IHQCLHjFYLg7IbHbTcVgMZfEaOSqVfBiLhPCcT0ARCjnVROGlYf7k7DnUVXvS3m_gBEhkMN4sgUmuKJoVLfGOsJOOw/s640/new+patio+set+with+fire.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And I got this for another area...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SY0V2zeQXG7hY-LYvjdb_CdittUU4Dqrhf5GX1WZ9RzpY5DUL_4z2WK9s0hmFDZ4Ph-63mco18K_Ul85w9R7pyTDZfDBk15xVm0aY4W1rO4DFTHj39UcfcUEc2FVOTEALItjjE2Ia04/s1600/reading+a+book+out+front.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SY0V2zeQXG7hY-LYvjdb_CdittUU4Dqrhf5GX1WZ9RzpY5DUL_4z2WK9s0hmFDZ4Ph-63mco18K_Ul85w9R7pyTDZfDBk15xVm0aY4W1rO4DFTHj39UcfcUEc2FVOTEALItjjE2Ia04/s640/reading+a+book+out+front.bmp" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And besides drinking wine and eating cheese I like to sit out there and read.... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">I also love to do things with my Rugrats so we went to Color Me Mine and they each painted something.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37I3Ml_p_J23oVeOemCsRZYPi9uKSPMw5yWAWK8smRbr6SHh6wkl_DAKfrPk6_CU32mdI1qzM-GSorfUrehgTCyezUuBKJLKQkvlJpPO9v_hk5Inrf_rVzcxLmdWecPkb-iiKCNMH5Hk/s1600/color+me+mine+Katie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi37I3Ml_p_J23oVeOemCsRZYPi9uKSPMw5yWAWK8smRbr6SHh6wkl_DAKfrPk6_CU32mdI1qzM-GSorfUrehgTCyezUuBKJLKQkvlJpPO9v_hk5Inrf_rVzcxLmdWecPkb-iiKCNMH5Hk/s640/color+me+mine+Katie.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">My oldest rugrat daughter painted a fish...</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYIc10r1pa2tSSD2g96D-jXXZFcu33nDrYo72J2CIk3EC_TWy-QTkZo0bYDjpJdQx4mvJodm0K65-ohSbJPNo6ceuSZNYKh4aDa543iSV5A5wDJlIatpbKuHNFPTje_olCLRIgq1_NBU/s1600/color+me+mine+kayla.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYIc10r1pa2tSSD2g96D-jXXZFcu33nDrYo72J2CIk3EC_TWy-QTkZo0bYDjpJdQx4mvJodm0K65-ohSbJPNo6ceuSZNYKh4aDa543iSV5A5wDJlIatpbKuHNFPTje_olCLRIgq1_NBU/s640/color+me+mine+kayla.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">My youngest Rugrat daughter painted a dolphin...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And my youngest son (almost 18) painted a bear for his girlfriend but I would be dead meat if I showed a photo of him painting a cute little bear... wrestling photos are fine, painting bears, not so much.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Go figure!</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Then we went out as a family to the movies..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqv23U5MbGDvej9CeI4agDs816d10297slpZWvbqV_up6YEe35UNF_PP9ONOQ8l50mQR1o4EWILNLb6EUzOyauDO8mRJ-tu4k1IbQkLc5WyJ-PUv1YbqvZFsMur1pmZLnSAi5HO7WXutA/s1600/movie+with+the+whole+gang.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="478" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqv23U5MbGDvej9CeI4agDs816d10297slpZWvbqV_up6YEe35UNF_PP9ONOQ8l50mQR1o4EWILNLb6EUzOyauDO8mRJ-tu4k1IbQkLc5WyJ-PUv1YbqvZFsMur1pmZLnSAi5HO7WXutA/s640/movie+with+the+whole+gang.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">My (soon to be) daughter in law, my oldest rugrat son, my youngest rugrat son, my youngest rugrat daughter and my oldes rugrat daughter and Hunk.</span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Then my youngest rugrat had a friend over to get ready for the school dance with and have her stay the night after.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJchhzUD4Ldnsqs6B_GCzKwFZDxhbjUR9IshtjPRwcxiTZZeKhLsPfiqK_yqaUE0WcJ2iR92IsKxTaYjAsrVxHlu2JEVjlQYI7JYF5hGse1WQtbWQDBGx0ta_k1JF9fq_yvja_P1Jyaus/s1600/girls+going+to+dance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJchhzUD4Ldnsqs6B_GCzKwFZDxhbjUR9IshtjPRwcxiTZZeKhLsPfiqK_yqaUE0WcJ2iR92IsKxTaYjAsrVxHlu2JEVjlQYI7JYF5hGse1WQtbWQDBGx0ta_k1JF9fq_yvja_P1Jyaus/s640/girls+going+to+dance.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">My rugrat is on the right in the black and white dress.</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">The next morning they got up bright and early and decided to go swim in our lake. It was too cold in my opinion but then again..... moms don't know much, so off they went... and I followed with my camera.. I think it was about 9am.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIf_SQRfIv1d7F_hFFIMjw4rnJs51HAJMhaUWprfnOeFrQT-NgNnqg6j41wwQ2FXKVwhCrUe92MQueJ-3IQsJakA4JRfn9WMExvSGZ2A5cOwxVazTIspm_E4tY1HKHG3CjgNfcxzeSelI/s1600/girls+jumping+in+lake+off+of+boat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIf_SQRfIv1d7F_hFFIMjw4rnJs51HAJMhaUWprfnOeFrQT-NgNnqg6j41wwQ2FXKVwhCrUe92MQueJ-3IQsJakA4JRfn9WMExvSGZ2A5cOwxVazTIspm_E4tY1HKHG3CjgNfcxzeSelI/s640/girls+jumping+in+lake+off+of+boat.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">They jumped in on the count of three and yes they do have life jackets on.......... I'm a crazy spaz momma like that.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtoAf0jwlgzKasm7aVhOWn4geGWZGVoIhGxAj4ttvzdep1Lwk-V5A_EMRN1Rt8PkrvXaQdaHRdl4bptIBazHEuhZfsrsWjqHfCoNFXVfqXMrWj2dsZqxkdFeXrObsuSV2hKo-YQO3FXo/s1600/girls+swimming+in+lake.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtoAf0jwlgzKasm7aVhOWn4geGWZGVoIhGxAj4ttvzdep1Lwk-V5A_EMRN1Rt8PkrvXaQdaHRdl4bptIBazHEuhZfsrsWjqHfCoNFXVfqXMrWj2dsZqxkdFeXrObsuSV2hKo-YQO3FXo/s640/girls+swimming+in+lake.bmp" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And their back strokes. They were having a blast.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">(sorry neighbor for the noise)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2lWcQIPs4M55qGhSw8UnYCyaNJ_o1cdHTIwLsnhyI79oVcFp63KyEekOw8OExyl4kUjtsF81_S58Vslnsnm3c65zSfJoEmSX7hC09tMaIEjyg1t3ZDanW9BVftHnBzDyDxbI5LCKkbs/s1600/guard+cat+at+lake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu2lWcQIPs4M55qGhSw8UnYCyaNJ_o1cdHTIwLsnhyI79oVcFp63KyEekOw8OExyl4kUjtsF81_S58Vslnsnm3c65zSfJoEmSX7hC09tMaIEjyg1t3ZDanW9BVftHnBzDyDxbI5LCKkbs/s640/guard+cat+at+lake.jpg" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">Our life guard.... Think she was "fishing"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-_aV3S0kf5cRJFgMqtTvu8jCN8e7oevdDQyIngOZnA-8C4ep_iEItHcB3lyv7S1gP6tuOEZAgHiIhJdEfOlFUHtd-npxlqG9y6qu6L_GieBCBSDhHJGrmQP2aEL0JE1FYr87ZsZ3zDU/s1600/done+in+the+lake.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-_aV3S0kf5cRJFgMqtTvu8jCN8e7oevdDQyIngOZnA-8C4ep_iEItHcB3lyv7S1gP6tuOEZAgHiIhJdEfOlFUHtd-npxlqG9y6qu6L_GieBCBSDhHJGrmQP2aEL0JE1FYr87ZsZ3zDU/s640/done+in+the+lake.bmp" width="478" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">And they are back home already. Done swimming and off to take a shower.and oh by the way... back out swimming about an hour later. Crazy little girls!</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">Fast forward and it's Mother's Day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJ-AIS5pNYjfYoZkf1-Lq08P1Ts_pY9QKAZHZ9zlg5ieDEaHZdNvkQjFC7bI4FHIFrYUtdGntMYc4z8UqWUY-JpugtwEhcMexEKyFDV6yV7VBJ5Fe3rdW7GFXVUfq3UqMn-p2Xcam6KQ/s1600/Mothers+day+breakfast.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZJ-AIS5pNYjfYoZkf1-Lq08P1Ts_pY9QKAZHZ9zlg5ieDEaHZdNvkQjFC7bI4FHIFrYUtdGntMYc4z8UqWUY-JpugtwEhcMexEKyFDV6yV7VBJ5Fe3rdW7GFXVUfq3UqMn-p2Xcam6KQ/s640/Mothers+day+breakfast.jpg" width="476" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div align="center" class="separator" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 18pt;">English muffin, eggs, pineapple and a bananna. Brought to me in bed. So sweet of them... And Hunk went and did nursery for me at church so I could sleep in a bit longer... which I didn't do but it was nice to relax...</span></div><br />
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Summer is quickly approaching and though it looks like it is about to rain outside right now it will be warm soon.<br />
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I bought new patio furniture from Costco and am so excited to start using it. I made sure to stop and pick up some wine for me and some Hawaiian beer for Hunk. I can pretend I'm sitting out on the lanai in Maui! LOL<br />
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Still looking for ways to keep my Aloha!<br />
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Things have been busy as ever here. This Wednesday we had an end of the year banquet here at our home for our sons wrestling team. It was great fun! There were between 50 and 60 people here. His coach did a slide show of photos of the boys wrestling throughout the year. We had that playing on a projector as he gave out the awards. My son received the "Varsity Captain Leadership" award. He also got a patch for having over a 3.8 gpa and being an athlete. I was so proud of him. Good grades and acknowledged for his leadership skills! Don't mean to "brag" I'm just sooooooo proud of him!<br />
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I think I need to take photos of my patio furniture and share with ya!<br />
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Hope you all have a HAPPY EASTER.<br />
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Much love.......<br />
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Ciao Bellas~<br />
MommaStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-58630824396650306302011-03-25T16:38:00.000-07:002011-03-25T16:38:38.036-07:00WHAT KIND OF FRIEND ARE YOU?<span style="font-size: large;">I saw an Oprah show awhile back and it got me thinking. She was talking about how she found out she had a sister and how long this sister knew that she was OPRAH'S SISTER and never told the press. Oprah was talking about how this meant a lot to her. How she had been burned by friends and family members in the past. All I could think is HOW SAD IS THAT! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I can't imagine rat-finking out my friends or family. Famous or not famous, how do you do that? When I have a friend I have their back (so to speak).... I don't take my friendships lightly. I may be so busy that I don't get to spend near the amount of time with my friends that I like to but I most definitely value my friendship with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">True friends don't rat-fink. I have a couple friends who are in the public eye and I could never dream in a million years of putting anything personal out there about them. EVER.. EVER.. EVER.. No matter what.. NEVER. Anytime I even mention their name or anyone in their families name I ASK FIRST to make sure it is something I can share. AND are you ok with how I worded things? It isn't because I want to slant something one way or another, I say what "I" feel or I don't post it BUT just because I'm excited about something doesn't mean they want it shared on my soapbox!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">This goes for family and friends who aren't concerned about the media being alerted every time they bend over and have cellulite. It's just common <span style="background-color: yellow;">courtesy.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">When I saw Oprah talking about this it just made me so sad. Not just for her but for everyone who has had this issue. Some say "that is the price of fame".... Well, maybe the media hounds is the price of fame.....BUT your own family and friends sailing you down the river for a gossip column. Really? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Makes you think....... As a person NOT in the lime-lite I am careful about who I am friends with. For multiple reasons. I think we all are. Everyone wants someone they can trust to share personal things with. Everyone wants someone who is fun loving and brings us up instead of down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I've met people that I've thought, wow you may be good at what you do and/or popular but I would never want to "hang out" with you or be your friend. On the flip side, I've met people who I INSTANTLY clicked with. I knew within a few minutes that this person has a beautiful spirit. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Can you imagine being in a situation where you have to wonder is this person really my friend? Do they just want something from me? Are they going to find out something personal and sail me down the river?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Breaks my heart!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I was doing 100 things about me on twitter and friendship was one thing I commented about myself....... it brought to mind the Oprah show and here I am spilling what is on my mind to you!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">What do you think? What kind of friend are you? Have you had this happen to you before?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Inquiring minds want to know..... No not THE INQUIRER....just Momma on her soapbox. =)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Happy Friday night!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ciao Bellas~</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Momma</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-50562325658217011622011-03-20T22:17:00.000-07:002011-03-20T22:19:46.898-07:00SHOULD POSTING PHOTOS MAKE YOU CRY? UGHHHHH. I'M A SAP!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Her party was a blast. I will upload photos soon for you all to see. There were 15 of them running around and SLEEPING ALL OVER THE LIVING ROOM FLOOR. It was a crazy mess (silly string galore) but listening to them being "American Idol Judges" and contestants was a HOOT. I need to see if I can figure out how to upload the video I took of them. Oh my gosh!</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">These 13 years have gone past with a blink of an eye.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Great weekend..... Even if I am a bit sad seeing my little girl officially becoming a teenager. You would think I'd be used to having already gone through this with the boys. Next year my BABY will turn 13.. sniff...sniff..</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Happy Birthday sweet THIRTEEN YEAR OLD Rugrat! I LOVE YOU!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ciao Bellas~</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~Momma~</div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-51249113398998611852011-03-18T06:34:00.000-07:002011-03-18T06:34:36.433-07:00MY LITTLE RUGRAT IS THE BIG "13" TOMORROW<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I can hardly believe it! My little Rugrat will be the big "13" tomorrow!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are having her birthday party here at the house. She had planned to camp out in tents with 14 of her friends but because of rain I believe there will be 14 of them in my living room instead. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I told Hunk we are banished to our bedroom while the girls take over the house.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My son (17) is planning to hit the road to a friends house for the night and our youngest daughter is deciding if having a friend over or going to a friends is her best option. She can always hang out it our bedroom with us!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We are having a chocolate fountain, sundae's, cupcakes, pizza and soda's in bottles.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">If you remember stories about my daughter you remember how organized she is. She made her party invitations and gave them out well over a month ago. She has had her "party plan" taped up to the side of my desk along with the list off all who have RSVP and will attend. She has the list of items I need to purchase.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She is going to make a great wife someday........or drive her poor husband CRAZY! Can you imagine the detailed lists she will leave for him. HA HA</span></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEjUblJx7yn7jHJoFAJNjebTGMcIi40_ALVovC3xrQgSHio4Rik-nBc32ISlynQeIigmR5PtaQe2D9K6GyZG6yWwa42kH2Tk9qwbX_JnaQdX5XtEC68mkZXwxy6ovLewqI24kh_ToZsI/s1600/Document+%252852%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEjUblJx7yn7jHJoFAJNjebTGMcIi40_ALVovC3xrQgSHio4Rik-nBc32ISlynQeIigmR5PtaQe2D9K6GyZG6yWwa42kH2Tk9qwbX_JnaQdX5XtEC68mkZXwxy6ovLewqI24kh_ToZsI/s640/Document+%252852%2529.jpg" width="475" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She went from this......(yesterday..sniff...sniff.)</span></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I will put up more photos of my little girl tomorrow on her special day but I just had to share.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's becoming a crazy year for me very quickly it seems. My oldest is getting married in June, TWO DAYS after my other son graduates from high school. He will then begin college and will be moving away from his Momma! (In August)..... We will only have two left at home and they will be 7th and 8th grade!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Where does the time go?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Hug your babies........big and small. And have a B-E-A-UTIFUL day!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ciao Bellas~</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Momma</span></div>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-644314666224214078.post-47760458329337445452011-02-23T09:02:00.000-08:002011-02-23T09:02:10.639-08:00The Bachelor- Who will it be???<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCx5TpAoMvVMnZ74P_x-S9-kfAw9ygimnrzQPgsJ94BcBfKMRcUOnVZDz4M4J1iFPvQgs1pFdRgZJFJU2klnmXDxQIFvkiX0g2vVzKg6sHvI0-C8LZ5aEicJqvXCgM0l1CFeg4LQENf30/s1600/Bachelor.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCx5TpAoMvVMnZ74P_x-S9-kfAw9ygimnrzQPgsJ94BcBfKMRcUOnVZDz4M4J1iFPvQgs1pFdRgZJFJU2klnmXDxQIFvkiX0g2vVzKg6sHvI0-C8LZ5aEicJqvXCgM0l1CFeg4LQENf30/s400/Bachelor.bmp" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Soooooo who watches the Bachelor? Is it just me? Am I the only one admitting my addiction?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">As many of you know we run on generator here. Usually I never even notice ....except when the power is out and my neighbor across the lake's house is dark and then they let us know how they were sittin' with candles and looked across the lake only to see every light in our house on. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">But sometimes a power surge comes with that generator and this little (piece of poop....ummm I need a new one) battery (that is dead) box is connected to my TV in my bedroom to protect it. Well, since the battery in this box isn't working it shuts down the tv, and good ol' Directv tivo box takes FOREVER to restart. <strong><u>Almost there</u></strong> printed on the screen means "<em>you are no were close to there</em>". <strong><u>Just a few minutes more</u></strong> means "<em>go ahead and start dinner and come back cuz it's going to be awhile</em>".... </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> So I flee..... I run to the TV at the bar, shove the girls to the ground, flip the cartoons off and put the bachelor back on, screaming they are getting ready to fly a kite with little Ricki!!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">OK OK OK.... Not really, but I wanted too! I did run to the bar tv,(this is the TV at the bar, not running for a drink...ha ha) but none of my rugrats were pushed to the ground. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then my youngest stood look out to tell me when my "Just a few steps more" Directv tivo would be back up and running so I could go back in there where I can pause and skip through commercials.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So...ummmm...... "My name is Stephanie and I'm addicted to The Bachelor. I also like The Real Housewives and Desperate Housewives." I'm now sitting down with head hung in shame. But the first step is admitting it right? </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">And the excuse: I am so tired at the end of the day and I get to kick back and get lost in the show and not think about what I need to do for an hour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">So back to the Bachelor! Who do you think will be there in the end? Who's hometown visit did you like best? Who is YOUR favorite?</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Ciao Bellas~</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Momma</span>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02330034093314932302noreply@blogger.com3