tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71295573813981508622024-03-13T12:38:33.908-07:00Walkers Are Now RunningShelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-45497814255661807622009-10-09T13:22:00.000-07:002009-10-21T13:52:41.376-07:00Signs of Summer Slumber<div align="center"><span style="color:#993300;"><strong><em>Signs of summer are coming to an end -</em></strong> </span><div align="center"></div>
</div><p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9WmDKO2EI/AAAAAAAABno/bs57-YTiuaU/s1600-h/IMG_4883.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126090296383554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9WmDKO2EI/AAAAAAAABno/bs57-YTiuaU/s400/IMG_4883.JPG" /></a>
<strong><span style="color:#993300;"><em>Colors of Autumn can be found brilliantly splashed through the trees.......</em></span>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9UjN3-n6I/AAAAAAAABnQ/6aM5pKHYvqM/s1600-h/IMG_4934.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123842609749922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9UjN3-n6I/AAAAAAAABnQ/6aM5pKHYvqM/s400/IMG_4934.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="color:#993300;"><strong>as the shimmering leaves turn from their beautiful <span style="color:#33ff33;"><span style="color:#009900;">green </span></span>to <span style="color:#660000;">red</span>, <span style="color:#ffcc33;">yellow</span>, <span style="color:#993300;">copper</span> and <span style="color:#663333;">brown</span></strong>.</span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9T9C7xHSI/AAAAAAAABnI/ki4xWJSSugY/s1600-h/IMG_4890.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123186837822754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9T9C7xHSI/AAAAAAAABnI/ki4xWJSSugY/s400/IMG_4890.JPG" /></a>
<span style="color:#333399;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#333399;"><em>For me, the beauty of fall is mixed with a sort of melancholy sadness.</em> </span>
<em><span style="color:#333399;">Though the skies turn to a beautiful clear blue with a biting crispness that can be invigorating.....</span>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9TDim1ZnI/AAAAAAAABnA/eYk_39QnWiU/s1600-h/IMG_4928.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122198907545202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9TDim1ZnI/AAAAAAAABnA/eYk_39QnWiU/s400/IMG_4928.JPG" /></a> </p><p></p><p><em><span style="color:#999900;">My heart feels sad as I see the remaining leaves clinging hopelessly before the final chill encircles them causing them to fall and join the many others that have floated to the ground before them.</span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9Sqq6Oh7I/AAAAAAAABm4/r6gJL0bVm04/s1600-h/IMG_4902.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395121771639637938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9Sqq6Oh7I/AAAAAAAABm4/r6gJL0bVm04/s400/IMG_4902.JPG" /></a>
<span style="color:#ff6600;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>Such a mixed emotion that goes along with the change of season.</em></span>
</p><em><span style="color:#996633;"></span></em><p><em><span style="color:#996633;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#6633ff;"></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#333399;"><strong></strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#333399;"><strong></strong></span></em></p><p><em><span style="color:#333399;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#333399;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#333399;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><em><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>The beauty still remains....it's everywhere I look. </strong></span></em>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9RNjmZy5I/AAAAAAAABmo/QoE7QFX3GAo/s1600-h/IMG_4915.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395120171949607826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9RNjmZy5I/AAAAAAAABmo/QoE7QFX3GAo/s400/IMG_4915.JPG" /></a>
</p><span style="color:#333300;"><em></em></span><p><span style="color:#333300;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#333300;"><em></em></span></p><p><span style="color:#333300;"><em>But it can feel empty.</em></span>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9PuSuDiNI/AAAAAAAABmg/9hwC4rEvk6w/s1600-h/IMG_4899.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395118535330728146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/St9PuSuDiNI/AAAAAAAABmg/9hwC4rEvk6w/s400/IMG_4899.JPG" /></a>
<strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em></em></span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;"><em>Birds fly and dive in the wind.</em></span>
</strong><em><strong><span style="color:#9999ff;">They seem to be having fun. Are they aware of the new season that is upon them?</span>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss_EKgtOHyI/AAAAAAAABmQ/NjMM5PR_atM/s1600-h/IMG_4926.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 504px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390742963843112738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss_EKgtOHyI/AAAAAAAABmQ/NjMM5PR_atM/s400/IMG_4926.JPG" /></a> </p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;"></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#333300;">The gray squirrels are scurrying from tree to tree collecting pine cones to store for the winter.
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</div><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#996633;"></span></span></em><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#996633;"></span></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#996633;"></span></span></em> </div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#996633;">The</span> <span style="color:#996633;">Stellar Jay</span> <span style="color:#996633;">as well</span> </span><span style="color:#996633;">as the <span style="color:#996633;">tiny chipmunk</span> scavenge</span></em></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"><em>for food that proves to be much more scarce now that</em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#996633;">the summer residents have all left.</span>
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<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 459px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390737743030983586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss-_anqnG6I/AAAAAAAABmA/aiMwyTBocKY/s320/IMG_4945.JPG" /> <span style="color:#333300;"><em>These two happened to come into some luck because of</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#333300;"><em>the peanuts that were put out especially for them.</em></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss--hhGwZII/AAAAAAAABl4/aeItmr4TTlg/s1600-h/IMG_4951.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 461px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736762017440898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss--hhGwZII/AAAAAAAABl4/aeItmr4TTlg/s320/IMG_4951.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#663333;"><em>As if on cue, wild turkey's wander through as </em></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#663333;">they </span><span style="color:#663333;">scratch and peck for seeds and bugs.</span>
</em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss-91oyqSmI/AAAAAAAABlw/vG6Z9nDeUFg/s1600-h/IMG_4956.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390736008166394466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss-91oyqSmI/AAAAAAAABlw/vG6Z9nDeUFg/s320/IMG_4956.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#333300;"><em>The temperature states 27 degrees.</em></span>
<span style="color:#333300;"><em>Could THIS be a sign of summers end?</em></span>
<em><span style="color:#333300;">I think so.</span>
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss-cTQqEuPI/AAAAAAAABlo/7HLyV4LoDps/s1600-h/IMG_4958.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 475px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 287px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390699133688658162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Ss-cTQqEuPI/AAAAAAAABlo/7HLyV4LoDps/s320/IMG_4958.JPG" /></a><em><span style="color:#333300;">So I say goodbye to summer knowing that she is not gone. . . . .</span></em>
<em><span style="color:#333300;">she will just be slumbering for a season.</span> </em></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-63172154084603416152009-09-22T13:31:00.000-07:002009-09-30T12:15:52.274-07:00This Is Dedicated To The One I Love<div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong>His name is Michael Taylor Walker</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpVh6PKRoI/AAAAAAAABlg/YEihD7piIt0/s1600-h/P8100071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384710345531737730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpVh6PKRoI/AAAAAAAABlg/YEihD7piIt0/s320/P8100071.JPG" /></a> <strong>He just had another birthday and I want</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>to share a few pictures, past and present with you.</strong>
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpUhHQmRjI/AAAAAAAABlY/C3IBSqFrBPE/s1600-h/IMG_4656.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384709232335930930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpUhHQmRjI/AAAAAAAABlY/C3IBSqFrBPE/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" /></a> <div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpT4IhewUI/AAAAAAAABlQ/3NT20JXVtug/s1600-h/P1000135.JPG"></a>Last year at The Melting Pot with </div><div>Paul, and Grandma, Natalie and Lon,</div><div> he must have dozed off waiting for the food.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpTZXZXFQI/AAAAAAAABlI/jh8cIA7zqVg/s1600-h/P1000138.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384707999717070082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpTZXZXFQI/AAAAAAAABlI/jh8cIA7zqVg/s320/P1000138.JPG" /></a> One of his favorite places to go.....</div><div>Southern Utah!
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpSGYbVb_I/AAAAAAAABlA/gQBiX2Ar4Bs/s1600-h/IMG_3584.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384706574064644082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpSGYbVb_I/AAAAAAAABlA/gQBiX2Ar4Bs/s320/IMG_3584.JPG" /></a>A very dedicated father.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpRMtgkq6I/AAAAAAAABk4/BtKH9Eicz3Y/s1600-h/IMG_3600.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384705583291345826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpRMtgkq6I/AAAAAAAABk4/BtKH9Eicz3Y/s320/IMG_3600.JPG" /></a> <div>Fixing things up at the lake property.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpQTQKAeII/AAAAAAAABko/qFysWH2sh3w/s1600-h/7-5-09+Charley%27s+Blessing+and+Panguitch+Lake+026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384704596159527042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpQTQKAeII/AAAAAAAABko/qFysWH2sh3w/s320/7-5-09+Charley%27s+Blessing+and+Panguitch+Lake+026.jpg" /></a></div><div>So happy to finally be a grandpa to this </div><div>adorable little girl.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpPzziIT4I/AAAAAAAABkg/udGcSGXTTNQ/s1600-h/7-5-09+Charley%27s+Blessing+and+Panguitch+Lake+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384704055900131202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpPzziIT4I/AAAAAAAABkg/udGcSGXTTNQ/s320/7-5-09+Charley%27s+Blessing+and+Panguitch+Lake+006.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpPEr67UiI/AAAAAAAABkY/eZskruybSOQ/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+069.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384703246402802210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpPEr67UiI/AAAAAAAABkY/eZskruybSOQ/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+069.jpg" /></a>
Enjoys any time spent with his daughters.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpOKqfeLTI/AAAAAAAABkQ/cA5j0o5ggzQ/s1600-h/IMG_3089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384702249586797874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpOKqfeLTI/AAAAAAAABkQ/cA5j0o5ggzQ/s320/IMG_3089.JPG" /></a>
Loves to have fun.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpNca0MX-I/AAAAAAAABkI/gI3VhpKndEQ/s1600-h/PA060365.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384701455104761826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpNca0MX-I/AAAAAAAABkI/gI3VhpKndEQ/s320/PA060365.JPG" /></a> <div>He used to hunt animals......now he feels</div><div>badly when he thinks he hurt one.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpMjplOgDI/AAAAAAAABj4/p_9rpKmbnlA/s1600-h/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384700479815974962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpMjplOgDI/AAAAAAAABj4/p_9rpKmbnlA/s320/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+005.jpg" /></a></div><div>He is the Captain of 'The Bad Debt' - he just</div><div>doesn't have a lot of time to enjoy it.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpL3ZOoBPI/AAAAAAAABjw/7V-Mamidyf0/s1600-h/P8140004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699719511966962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpL3ZOoBPI/AAAAAAAABjw/7V-Mamidyf0/s320/P8140004.JPG" /></a> But when he can, he'll arrange a great outing</div><div>to Newport Beach where he treats us to lunch.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpLPMiHr_I/AAAAAAAABjo/9b4tr_vbKow/s1600-h/P7100010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384699028909305842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpLPMiHr_I/AAAAAAAABjo/9b4tr_vbKow/s320/P7100010.JPG" /></a> <div><div>He has fallen in love with Hawaii
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpJwTPWhnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/QZKbmZdSPAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1794.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384697398622062194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpJwTPWhnI/AAAAAAAABjQ/QZKbmZdSPAQ/s320/IMG_1794.JPG" /></a>and loves Hannah so much he's willing to brave</div><div>the cold water of every swimming pool.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpIwS6XTCI/AAAAAAAABjI/CtZ5dEdDmu0/s1600-h/IMG_1622.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384696299022404642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpIwS6XTCI/AAAAAAAABjI/CtZ5dEdDmu0/s320/IMG_1622.JPG" /></a>He reassures her that the fish will not hurt her</div><div>as she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">snorkels</span> off of the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kauai</span> coastline.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpH6-Qyk3I/AAAAAAAABjA/dr8LKTowrsE/s1600-h/IMG_1635.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384695382946255730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpH6-Qyk3I/AAAAAAAABjA/dr8LKTowrsE/s320/IMG_1635.JPG" /></a> <div>He is a tender, loving daddy. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384694520361192418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpHIw4fC-I/AAAAAAAABi4/Can0elgHlWI/s320/IMG_2596.JPG" />That knows how to have fun.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpGvIq_cGI/AAAAAAAABiw/_-yKh9wkumQ/s1600-h/IMG_2581.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384694080070447202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpGvIq_cGI/AAAAAAAABiw/_-yKh9wkumQ/s320/IMG_2581.JPG" /></a> <div><div>His daughters have him wrapped around their fingers.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpFQ-GnTCI/AAAAAAAABiQ/XeQJB7STyNE/s1600-h/100_0827.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384692462325812258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SrpFQ-GnTCI/AAAAAAAABiQ/XeQJB7STyNE/s320/100_0827.JPG" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>His wife sure is lucky to have such a great guy.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Srk3iVjliyI/AAAAAAAABgw/fHcFqCCMbyU/s1600-h/Scott+%26+Christie%27s+Wedding+Day+6-6-09+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384395892539624226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Srk3iVjliyI/AAAAAAAABgw/fHcFqCCMbyU/s320/Scott+%26+Christie%27s+Wedding+Day+6-6-09+009.jpg" /></a> We love you M. T. Walker!
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Srk27sT8WnI/AAAAAAAABgo/C3kglh9FxnQ/s1600-h/Scott+%26+Christie%27s+Wedding+Day+6-6-09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384395228633127538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Srk27sT8WnI/AAAAAAAABgo/C3kglh9FxnQ/s320/Scott+%26+Christie%27s+Wedding+Day+6-6-09+017.jpg" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-33313164345930088842009-09-11T16:39:00.001-07:002009-09-11T16:53:55.002-07:00Viola Girl<div align="center">Miss Hannah Taylor Walker</div><div align="center">Instrument of choice:</div><div align="center">Viola</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrhekJEkXI/AAAAAAAABgY/aiTqbDjvcKs/s1600-h/P9020002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380360620061528434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrhekJEkXI/AAAAAAAABgY/aiTqbDjvcKs/s320/P9020002.JPG" /></a> Did you know the string instruments</div><div align="center">bow is made of horse hair?</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrhODbAMFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ENfOTEcEX1I/s1600-h/P9020005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380360336400461906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrhODbAMFI/AAAAAAAABgQ/ENfOTEcEX1I/s320/P9020005.JPG" /></a>LOOK AT THAT FORM!
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqrg3nEqn_I/AAAAAAAABgI/JYk1R0H0SeU/s1600-h/P9020006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380359950833459186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqrg3nEqn_I/AAAAAAAABgI/JYk1R0H0SeU/s320/P9020006.JPG" /></a> I THINK SHE'S A NATURAL!
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrgjeZx37I/AAAAAAAABgA/6ZfgV3TDi0Y/s1600-h/P9020007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380359604908711858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrgjeZx37I/AAAAAAAABgA/6ZfgV3TDi0Y/s320/P9020007.JPG" /></a> <div><div>We expect all of you to be there for her first recital ;0)</div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-52269804526046933872009-09-11T15:51:00.000-07:002009-09-11T16:38:24.686-07:00Somebody Had A Birthday<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">I dare you to guess who had a birthday.....</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#663300;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrcdQJ_M7I/AAAAAAAABfw/o6rsIJIIu5g/s1600-h/IMG_4593.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380355099958653874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrcdQJ_M7I/AAAAAAAABfw/o6rsIJIIu5g/s320/IMG_4593.JPG" /></a>It's possibly someone in this picture....</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrcAIGbYTI/AAAAAAAABfo/OKu5zuSXjB4/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380354599580033330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrcAIGbYTI/AAAAAAAABfo/OKu5zuSXjB4/s320/IMG_4579.JPG" /></a>Hint: It wasn't Kayley.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrbpAa0P4I/AAAAAAAABfg/Ue1aCmIrNC0/s1600-h/IMG_4581.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380354202381074306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrbpAa0P4I/AAAAAAAABfg/Ue1aCmIrNC0/s320/IMG_4581.JPG" /></a> Hint #2: It's the person who looks like he's </div><div>having the most fun.</div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrbEDDrqRI/AAAAAAAABfY/8mJM1LhXaas/s1600-h/IMG_4583.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380353567434189074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrbEDDrqRI/AAAAAAAABfY/8mJM1LhXaas/s320/IMG_4583.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>You know it's NOT Bumblebee.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrZ1mBEoEI/AAAAAAAABfQ/xW7LyrhJnLY/s1600-h/IMG_4599.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380352219608817730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrZ1mBEoEI/AAAAAAAABfQ/xW7LyrhJnLY/s320/IMG_4599.JPG" /></a>Yep - it was CAMERON!
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrZT9JD0hI/AAAAAAAABfI/CqAL8GtU8rc/s1600-h/IMG_4607.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380351641700782610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrZT9JD0hI/AAAAAAAABfI/CqAL8GtU8rc/s320/IMG_4607.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>He turned <strong>"4"</strong> in August.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrY2BdnzaI/AAAAAAAABfA/ja5iJalqdtM/s1600-h/IMG_4608.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380351127464693154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrY2BdnzaI/AAAAAAAABfA/ja5iJalqdtM/s320/IMG_4608.JPG" /></a></div><div>Happy Birthday buddy!</div><div> </div><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrVU2xmjsI/AAAAAAAABew/lXwnJcpoD4A/s1600-h/IMG_4615.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380347259125141186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqrVU2xmjsI/AAAAAAAABew/lXwnJcpoD4A/s320/IMG_4615.JPG" /></a>I just LOVE these guys. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-44560437397564635012009-09-05T09:13:00.000-07:002009-09-09T12:59:23.834-07:00THIS IS THE PLACE & PIONEER VILLAGE<div align="center">While we were in Utah visiting Ellie, we drove to the</div><div align="center">"This Is The Place Monument". </div>
<div align="center">It's a beautiful monument that depicts the pioneer history </div><div align="center">as well as the people who were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">influential</span> at that time</div><div align="center">in history.</div>
<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfzYp9Jk0I/AAAAAAAABeo/XzZ0iWiBjHU/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379535884822090562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfzYp9Jk0I/AAAAAAAABeo/XzZ0iWiBjHU/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+044.jpg" /></a> These are a couple of tourists that let me snap a picture</div><div align="center">of them as they were walking around the monument. </div><div align="center">
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfzB7tW4wI/AAAAAAAABeg/8NpQ6Rt7rlE/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+047.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379535494450701058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfzB7tW4wI/AAAAAAAABeg/8NpQ6Rt7rlE/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+047.jpg" /></a>These two cute little girls must have been from Hollywood
because they had no trouble striking a pose when I asked
for their picture.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqfyf6ZaKKI/AAAAAAAABeY/5EWE9iQZW88/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+046.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379534909983041698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqfyf6ZaKKI/AAAAAAAABeY/5EWE9iQZW88/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+046.jpg" /></a>I found them again later at the entrance to </div><div>Pioneer Village playing in the water.</div><div>What a fun and beautiful place this was.
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfyDJNT1EI/AAAAAAAABeQ/kL1Ren10uqU/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+049.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379534415742620738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfyDJNT1EI/AAAAAAAABeQ/kL1Ren10uqU/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+049.jpg" /></a>After I took a picture of our group under this nice shade tree,
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfxUb9x3zI/AAAAAAAABeI/sh6PgCdNYtA/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+060.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379533613323902770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfxUb9x3zI/AAAAAAAABeI/sh6PgCdNYtA/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+060.jpg" /></a> Hannah and Sasha played in the area directly in front of it</div><div>while everyone relaxed.
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<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfwxkUMS8I/AAAAAAAABeA/Cgnmj7YsZOM/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+058.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379533014269971394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfwxkUMS8I/AAAAAAAABeA/Cgnmj7YsZOM/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+058.jpg" /></a>There were so many cute little playhouses and miniature</div><div>stores that were set up as a child size village.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfwNFdqLrI/AAAAAAAABd4/rwY3V2IQUoE/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+054.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379532387512889010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfwNFdqLrI/AAAAAAAABd4/rwY3V2IQUoE/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+054.jpg" /></a>
Sasha and Hannah had a great time running from one to the</div><div>other checking them all out.</div><div>There was even a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tee pee</span> set up that they were able to go into.
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<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqfvh2LEyXI/AAAAAAAABdw/I3qXg2nA3lA/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+056.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531644674034034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqfvh2LEyXI/AAAAAAAABdw/I3qXg2nA3lA/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+056.jpg" /></a>If you don't know about Pioneer Village; it's a reconstructed</div><div>"village" that the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">LDS</span> church has created by bringing in and</div><div>restoring the old original homes that some of the members of</div><div>the church lived in when the Salt Lake Valley was settled.</div><div>They have a main street with a boardwalk, working blacksmith,</div><div>tinsmith, farm animals, etc. that take you back in time. People that</div><div>work there volunteer their time in order to explain some of the </div><div>attractions and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">home sites</span>. They even dress in clothes from that era.</div><div></div><div>Becky got up close and personal with this </div><div>handsome guy. I thought he had a rather large nose though.
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfvAOb9bEI/AAAAAAAABdo/OXcGR_E1VFU/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+101.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379531067071753282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfvAOb9bEI/AAAAAAAABdo/OXcGR_E1VFU/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+101.jpg" /></a> After browsing around in the heat of the day we</div><div>decided it was time for some lunch. Since it was such a warm </div><div>day we thoroughly enjoyed the air conditioning as we ate.
It was the only building that had A.C.</div>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfuiqKGeNI/AAAAAAAABdg/n8MqgK0zEkc/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+084.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379530559116966098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfuiqKGeNI/AAAAAAAABdg/n8MqgK0zEkc/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+084.jpg" /></a> I know mother would hate me for putting this picture in.</div><div>Let me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">explain</span>. Have any of you had an embarrassing </div><div>moment where you walked out of the restroom with toilet</div><div>paper stuck on your shoe? </div>
<div>Well, this was one of those moments; except the paper wasn't</div><div>stuck to her shoe!</div><div>Becky noticed it first and had me snap these pictures as she</div><div>was breaking the news to mother.</div><div>Unfortunately for mother, we were laughing so hard that it</div><div>attracted the attention of everyone else around us.
One of the reasons I love my mother is because she has such</div><div>a wonderful sense of humor. She even had a good laugh about it. </div><div> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfuKb0q9RI/AAAAAAAABdY/bIZpVfsiT_8/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+083.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379530142952125714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfuKb0q9RI/AAAAAAAABdY/bIZpVfsiT_8/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+083.jpg" /></a><strong><em> </em></strong>It was <strong><em>almost</em></strong> as funny as the time she dyed </div><div>her eyebrows; but that's a whole other story.
After we ate lunch and had our laughs we enjoyed watching</div><div>Sasha lick her Play Dough ice cream cone.</div><div>
<div><strong><em></em></strong><strong><em></em></strong><strong></strong><strong><em></em></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqftp9rjRGI/AAAAAAAABdQ/LctNvyWWCe0/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+074.jpg"><em><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529585104995426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqftp9rjRGI/AAAAAAAABdQ/LctNvyWWCe0/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+074.jpg" /></strong></em></a><em><strong>I don't think it tasted like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">play dough</span>.
</strong></em>Look at that tongue....it almost looks as though the</div><div>ice cream is an extension of it.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqftQs01s5I/AAAAAAAABdI/WOacpsm-jxQ/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+077.jpg"><em><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379529151083819922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqftQs01s5I/AAAAAAAABdI/WOacpsm-jxQ/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+077.jpg" /></strong></em></a>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqfsxpv4fdI/AAAAAAAABdA/ee5WZKxS3b0/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+080.jpg"><strong><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379528617681780178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqfsxpv4fdI/AAAAAAAABdA/ee5WZKxS3b0/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+080.jpg" /></em></strong></a><strong><em> </em></strong>By the time she got down to the best part</div><div>(in my opinion) she was done. What a treat that</div><div>was.....for all of us.
</div><div> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfsAzxYdbI/AAAAAAAABc4/iBBx9wtzL_0/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+068.jpg"><em><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379527778558834098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqfsAzxYdbI/AAAAAAAABc4/iBBx9wtzL_0/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+068.jpg" /></strong></em></a>While we were there the girls rode the ponies and the little
<div>train. Sasha had her hands up in the air the entire trip around </div><div>the track.
Notice the cute little girls dressed in "Little House on the Prairie"</div><div>attire. Becky and I fell in love with them.
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<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqbm_xIuSbI/AAAAAAAABcw/gk6qKOioQBU/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+089.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379240788136708530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqbm_xIuSbI/AAAAAAAABcw/gk6qKOioQBU/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+089.jpg" /></a>
Here we are boarding the trolley on main street.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqbl-JwH8qI/AAAAAAAABco/9XVau4dYbG4/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+085.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379239660873052834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sqbl-JwH8qI/AAAAAAAABco/9XVau4dYbG4/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+085.jpg" /></a>
These are a row of original wooden cabins that</div><div>were brought in. One of them was the home</div><div>that Marjorie <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hinckley's</span> father grew up in.
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqbkPuZcD5I/AAAAAAAABcY/dBIP4I60y2k/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+064.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379237763744534418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqbkPuZcD5I/AAAAAAAABcY/dBIP4I60y2k/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+064.jpg" /></a>
This was Mary Fielding Smith's home.</div><div>We colored paper dolls here while a woman shared</div><div>stories of Mary Fielding with us.</div>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqbjYAlf5ZI/AAAAAAAABcQ/GXMubFE-c6A/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+092.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379236806554281362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqbjYAlf5ZI/AAAAAAAABcQ/GXMubFE-c6A/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+092.jpg" /></a>It was too hot to look at everything so we decided</div><div>it was time to head home.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqbiytCXd0I/AAAAAAAABcI/pi_-_WQmyCE/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+104.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379236165651494722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SqbiytCXd0I/AAAAAAAABcI/pi_-_WQmyCE/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+UTAH+104.jpg" /></a>I would love to go back some time and do it all again</div><div>and see the things I didn't get to see on this fun day.
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</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-44344644553984887542009-08-26T21:15:00.000-07:002009-08-28T17:09:11.059-07:00Wyoming - So Happy We Made The Drive<div align="center">After we left the Denver area we drove most of the day </div><div align="center">in order to get to this destination:</div><div align="center">MARTIN'S COVE</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYRcQcjoNI/AAAAAAAABb4/LH8yrIEceRU/s1600-h/DSC_0965.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374502382462017746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYRcQcjoNI/AAAAAAAABb4/LH8yrIEceRU/s320/DSC_0965.JPG" /></a> If any of you are familiar with church history, or have read <em>The Fire of the Covenant</em> you will know what this site is all about.
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYQOGyB8pI/AAAAAAAABbw/TPBQ6pzG57o/s1600-h/P7240545.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374501039837934226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYQOGyB8pI/AAAAAAAABbw/TPBQ6pzG57o/s320/P7240545.JPG" /></a>My great, great grandfather, Peder Mortensen, his wife Helena and children were members of the Willie Handcart Company who were caught in an early snow storm as they were crossing Wyoming, trying to get to the Salt Lake Valley.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYP46NmUmI/AAAAAAAABbo/pknKFULziN0/s1600-h/DSC_0973.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374500675686650466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYP46NmUmI/AAAAAAAABbo/pknKFULziN0/s320/DSC_0973.JPG" /></a> Many men, women and children succumbed to the freezing weather and were buried here. </div><div>Thankfully, the Peder Mortensen family were spared and with rescuers help, made it to Salt Lake.
</div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYPTZIAu4I/AAAAAAAABbg/oTjjSQMtEKE/s1600-h/P7240544.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374500031149685634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYPTZIAu4I/AAAAAAAABbg/oTjjSQMtEKE/s320/P7240544.JPG" /></a>Since it's part of our heritage, we couldn't pass up the opportunity to </div><div>have our picture taken with one of the handcarts that were available. </div><div>If you had the desire to pull it to the actual location where the </div><div>Martin handcart company had been found, you could make </div><div>the 5 mile hike (round trip).
</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYPCVJ6EBI/AAAAAAAABbY/3BDLf1gPFac/s1600-h/P7240546.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374499738026119186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYPCVJ6EBI/AAAAAAAABbY/3BDLf1gPFac/s320/P7240546.JPG" /></a>Since the majority of us had sandals on, we decided it wouldn't be</div><div>a wise decision to make the hike. I was pretty disappointed; after</div><div>driving such a long distance I really was looking forward to taking</div><div>it all in. I would have possibly considered it if there hadn't been such</div><div>a monstrous storm looming over us.
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYOvNDeQUI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x9ePtr6Odu4/s1600-h/P7240550.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374499409434132802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYOvNDeQUI/AAAAAAAABbQ/x9ePtr6Odu4/s320/P7240550.JPG" /></a>We did tour the little museum the church has set up there.</div><div>This is an example of what the families were allowed to carry</div><div>in their handcarts. There was a weight limit in order to make it</div><div>over the many passes along the way.
</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYOV3mUQpI/AAAAAAAABbI/zCVf3aRx3fs/s1600-h/P7240559.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374498974177968786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYOV3mUQpI/AAAAAAAABbI/zCVf3aRx3fs/s320/P7240559.JPG" /></a> Mother, Hannah and I are standing in front of the list of names</div><div>that were members of the Willie Company.</div><div>Ane Kristine, Anders, Hans, Lars and Mette Kristine </div><div>are of course the children - one son was left in Denmark</div><div>and joined the family later in Salt Lake.</div><div>Lars was Grandma Hess' grandfather.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYN2mUdSqI/AAAAAAAABbA/HM65UugAjSk/s1600-h/P7240558.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374498436963715746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYN2mUdSqI/AAAAAAAABbA/HM65UugAjSk/s320/P7240558.JPG" /></a>
It was late when we left Martin's Cove. We stayed in Rawlins, Wyoming</div><div>that night based mainly on the time of day and the horrific rain storm that</div><div>rolled through.
The next morning we awoke to spectacular blue skies. </div><div>We piled into our car and headed west to Salt Lake City, Utah.</div><div>But when we saw signs for Fort Bridger Historical Site we made </div><div>a slight detour. We didn't want to miss an opportunity to site see!
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYMxOmyE0I/AAAAAAAABa4/BJYg3r6i2TI/s1600-h/DSC_1070.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374497245187150658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYMxOmyE0I/AAAAAAAABa4/BJYg3r6i2TI/s320/DSC_1070.JPG" /></a>This was an absolutely beautiful place. </div><div>The location and setting were picture perfect.</div><div>The fort had the pony express stables, bath house, school house, </div><div>as well as the many other facilities that were needed for families </div><div>and soldiers of the fort.</div><div>I chose not to include all of those pictures. </div><div>I was captivated by the beauty of the place.</div><div>
SEE FOR YOURSELF.....................</div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYLWKuc__I/AAAAAAAABaw/Mqw2a6WvhRY/s1600-h/P7250592.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374495680777486322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYLWKuc__I/AAAAAAAABaw/Mqw2a6WvhRY/s320/P7250592.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYLGm3tYlI/AAAAAAAABao/jtc1Sfb_t88/s1600-h/P7250591.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374495413454594642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYLGm3tYlI/AAAAAAAABao/jtc1Sfb_t88/s320/P7250591.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYKtpYCvuI/AAAAAAAABag/SEsb2hBudSg/s1600-h/P7250598.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374494984630353634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYKtpYCvuI/AAAAAAAABag/SEsb2hBudSg/s320/P7250598.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYKMGVQ6EI/AAAAAAAABaY/vqKWgVQ0btg/s1600-h/P7250605.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374494408287774786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYKMGVQ6EI/AAAAAAAABaY/vqKWgVQ0btg/s320/P7250605.JPG" /></a> This picture was taken on the front porch of one of the homes on site.</div><div>It was a Carter family that lived there.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYJqWGdvII/AAAAAAAABaQ/xYL3td1Zn3I/s1600-h/P7250612.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493828405116034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYJqWGdvII/AAAAAAAABaQ/xYL3td1Zn3I/s320/P7250612.JPG" /></a> I just couldn't resist putting Hannah in this little outhouse and snapping a picture. She and Grandma were the only ones thin enough to fit through the door.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYJYTxpFJI/AAAAAAAABaI/jkuVCcBxTho/s1600-h/P7250620.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374493518543262866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpYJYTxpFJI/AAAAAAAABaI/jkuVCcBxTho/s320/P7250620.JPG" /></a> <div>Our day at Fort Bridger was well spent and enjoyed by all.</div><div>Mother, Becky and I were all glad we took the time to stop.</div><div>I was surprised when Hannah admitted she really enjoyed it as well.</div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-53773650738541840442009-08-26T20:02:00.000-07:002009-08-26T21:12:51.341-07:00My H2O Memories<div align="center">Before we leave Sanford I have to share some of my favorite</div><div align="center">areas that I waded in or swam in as a child.</div>
<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX_l95cX1I/AAAAAAAABaA/nFs_Ef3BhGs/s1600-h/P7200481.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374482758072295250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX_l95cX1I/AAAAAAAABaA/nFs_Ef3BhGs/s320/P7200481.JPG" /></a> The canal was Randy's and my swimming hole on a hot summer day.</div><div align="center">I don't mention Natalie because I honestly don't remember her swimming here.</div><div align="center">Maybe she was smarter than we were since there was never a life guard on duty.
Not to mention LEACHES!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX-6HIQtnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/7QibhfMFFys/s1600-h/DSC_0275.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374482004636120690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX-6HIQtnI/AAAAAAAABZ4/7QibhfMFFys/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" /></a> Dad would bring us to the river somtimes too. </div><div align="center">My memories of this swimming hole? </div><div align="center">Almost drowing! Or maybe it was just being scared</div><div align="center">after trying to rescue Randy and having him panic and drag me under.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX-R5gCL0I/AAAAAAAABZw/U_5X0ptX9Fc/s1600-h/DSC_0264.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374481313782968130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX-R5gCL0I/AAAAAAAABZw/U_5X0ptX9Fc/s320/DSC_0264.JPG" /></a>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This area is Aspen Glade Camp Ground. Our family would drive to this</div><div align="center">location with Grandma and Grandpa Mortensen and camp for the weekend.</div><div align="center">Who is that? Is that you Grandma???</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX9RqBGJTI/AAAAAAAABZo/tQGUuAh7BM0/s1600-h/P7200461.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374480210115044658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX9RqBGJTI/AAAAAAAABZo/tQGUuAh7BM0/s320/P7200461.JPG" /></a>
Natalie, Lon, Becky, Hannah and I took the opportunity to dip our </div><div align="center">feet into the cold water of the Conejos River.
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX84E2EnHI/AAAAAAAABZg/r6xUhCzyJcs/s1600-h/P7200465.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374479770639965298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX84E2EnHI/AAAAAAAABZg/r6xUhCzyJcs/s320/P7200465.JPG" /></a>It was a Kodak moment.
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX8b5PukTI/AAAAAAAABZY/n-6Je2pb-RA/s1600-h/P7200467.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374479286490009906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX8b5PukTI/AAAAAAAABZY/n-6Je2pb-RA/s320/P7200467.JPG" /></a>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX787ThuhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/1Sop3-WIeD4/s1600-h/P7200472.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374478754466871826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX787ThuhI/AAAAAAAABZQ/1Sop3-WIeD4/s320/P7200472.JPG" /></a> <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX7qqr2DcI/AAAAAAAABZI/Z-WLefleJBE/s1600-h/P7200473.JPG"></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX7TeIZYRI/AAAAAAAABZA/z3OjVrhDStI/s1600-h/P7200474.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374478042260922642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX7TeIZYRI/AAAAAAAABZA/z3OjVrhDStI/s320/P7200474.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX6-w8R5QI/AAAAAAAABY4/rwRQWOA16pw/s1600-h/P7200477.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374477686533121282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SpX6-w8R5QI/AAAAAAAABY4/rwRQWOA16pw/s320/P7200477.JPG" /></a>Now you have had a glimpse into the memories</div><div>of my childhood swimming holes and camp sites.</div><div>Memories can be a wonderful thing.
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</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-32404065674833677212009-08-19T17:17:00.000-07:002009-08-23T19:41:08.034-07:00Cumbres & Toltec - Enjoy the Ride!<div align="center"><strong>What you are looking at is the coal burning steam engine that was fired up and waiting for Becky, Hannah and I (and maybe a few others) as we arrived at the Antonito Railroad Terminal in Antonito, Colorado.</strong></div>
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<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3rYLa4JxI/AAAAAAAABYw/MBXfrdtKAxs/s1600-h/DSC_0342.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372208731137779474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3rYLa4JxI/AAAAAAAABYw/MBXfrdtKAxs/s320/DSC_0342.JPG" /></a>We picked a gorgeous day for our train ride.
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3o_PVVOhI/AAAAAAAABYY/WoAT2S1uwMQ/s1600-h/IMG_4355.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372206103668275730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3o_PVVOhI/AAAAAAAABYY/WoAT2S1uwMQ/s320/IMG_4355.JPG" /></a>Normally, the train carries passengers only; but on this day our train was also transporting railroad ties.
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3oeM49R0I/AAAAAAAABYQ/ekpFqysVWso/s1600-h/IMG_4368.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372205536076711746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3oeM49R0I/AAAAAAAABYQ/ekpFqysVWso/s320/IMG_4368.JPG" /></a>After the crew checked the brakes and ties the whistle blew and it was time to board.
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3oAmzh1XI/AAAAAAAABYI/JvnsZ-tBE7c/s1600-h/IMG_4367.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372205027637187954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3oAmzh1XI/AAAAAAAABYI/JvnsZ-tBE7c/s320/IMG_4367.JPG" /></a>This was the cutest girl on the train in my opinion.
And this is the train car that we were assigned to.
We didn't know it was the VIP car, but we discovered quickly
that we were VIPs and we had our very own lavatory!
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3nqwB7bvI/AAAAAAAABYA/N6OEDrjwUNY/s1600-h/IMG_4373.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204652156382962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3nqwB7bvI/AAAAAAAABYA/N6OEDrjwUNY/s320/IMG_4373.JPG" /></a>
I couldn't help but snap this picture of Hannah as we were
pulling away from the terminal.
Elevation: 7,888 ft.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3nWPbsCQI/AAAAAAAABX4/C8QhSaVN8Qg/s1600-h/IMG_4374.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372204299808672002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3nWPbsCQI/AAAAAAAABX4/C8QhSaVN8Qg/s320/IMG_4374.JPG" /></a>
I called this open car the "cattle car" because you had to stand the entire</div><div>time you were out there - just like livestock do when their being transported.
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<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3m--hMH1I/AAAAAAAABXw/WRR4uIu0sh8/s1600-h/IMG_4381.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203900131352402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3m--hMH1I/AAAAAAAABXw/WRR4uIu0sh8/s320/IMG_4381.JPG" /></a>But the open car is where we spent most of our time because the</div><div>scenery was magnificent and we didn't want to miss any of it!
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3mmdVI4DI/AAAAAAAABXo/U4Mo9v3rnG4/s1600-h/IMG_4387.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203478905577522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3mmdVI4DI/AAAAAAAABXo/U4Mo9v3rnG4/s320/IMG_4387.JPG" /></a>We could always tell when we were going up hill; the smoke</div><div>from the engine would get darker and thicker.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3mKrx978I/AAAAAAAABXg/s0QErYgIHPQ/s1600-h/IMG_4395.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372203001748254658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/So3mKrx978I/AAAAAAAABXg/s0QErYgIHPQ/s320/IMG_4395.JPG" /></a> Hannah loved the whole experience. She would sit inside the car for awhile,</div><div>then go back out to the "cattle car".
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyurnJPdNI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9Pn8nAebMj0/s1600-h/IMG_4396.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371860519811511506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyurnJPdNI/AAAAAAAABXQ/9Pn8nAebMj0/s320/IMG_4396.JPG" /></a>
This little house stands in Sublette, it was built for the workmen who worked on the railroad laying the lines.</div><div>Elevation: 9,276 ft.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyuNEiIwTI/AAAAAAAABXI/CPDGr8VLuaw/s1600-h/IMG_4401.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859995124613426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyuNEiIwTI/AAAAAAAABXI/CPDGr8VLuaw/s320/IMG_4401.JPG" /></a> This is one of the beautiful vistas we encountered along the way.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyttmFEotI/AAAAAAAABXA/0vQc0Zz9KNU/s1600-h/IMG_4405.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371859454373700306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyttmFEotI/AAAAAAAABXA/0vQc0Zz9KNU/s320/IMG_4405.JPG" /></a>
This was called "mud tunnel" because of the muddy conditions of the mountain</div><div>the tunnel went through. They had to built what we would now call shoring </div><div>to re-enforce the walls from caving in.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyqSBpKYYI/AAAAAAAABW4/8ryD4X7Hfa0/s1600-h/IMG_4408.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371855682201608578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyqSBpKYYI/AAAAAAAABW4/8ryD4X7Hfa0/s320/IMG_4408.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soyp_ZgzoGI/AAAAAAAABWw/CQeNb8ITGOo/s1600-h/IMG_4410.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371855362191499362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soyp_ZgzoGI/AAAAAAAABWw/CQeNb8ITGOo/s320/IMG_4410.JPG" /></a>Black smoke; we were climbing again.
The higher we climbed the greener, and more beautiful it became.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoypiHjY70I/AAAAAAAABWo/pHk4hoB8Xwg/s1600-h/IMG_4409.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371854859154288450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoypiHjY70I/AAAAAAAABWo/pHk4hoB8Xwg/s320/IMG_4409.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div><div>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoypCehk7DI/AAAAAAAABWg/4z6xNIWDdkI/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371854315564887090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoypCehk7DI/AAAAAAAABWg/4z6xNIWDdkI/s320/IMG_4413.JPG" /></a>
Below:</div><div>Calico cut. </div><div>A very narrow cut between the mountains.</div><div>Avalanches and mudslides cause problems here when the dirt and rocks are wet.
</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soyoj1SVxNI/AAAAAAAABWY/lRjr4IXfg-E/s1600-h/IMG_4414.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371853789099050194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soyoj1SVxNI/AAAAAAAABWY/lRjr4IXfg-E/s320/IMG_4414.JPG" /></a>
This woman was a very happy tourist. </div><div>She took pictures and video the entire distance! <div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyoJrSXANI/AAAAAAAABWQ/yahzUD0C6oc/s1600-h/IMG_4415.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371853339738177746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyoJrSXANI/AAAAAAAABWQ/yahzUD0C6oc/s320/IMG_4415.JPG" /></a>
Check out this rock. Do you see the old man sitting there?
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyntLlfx0I/AAAAAAAABWI/KDa_bBo_PQQ/s1600-h/IMG_4416.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371852850192172866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyntLlfx0I/AAAAAAAABWI/KDa_bBo_PQQ/s320/IMG_4416.JPG" /></a>
These are called Telltale's. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoynJkIV0II/AAAAAAAABWA/q8jmt3M9lSg/s1600-h/IMG_4417.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371852238305480834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoynJkIV0II/AAAAAAAABWA/q8jmt3M9lSg/s320/IMG_4417.JPG" /></a> When brakemen are on top of a car
and get hit on the head by these hanging wires, they know it's
time to get down because there is an approaching tunnel.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyeExk54NI/AAAAAAAABVw/Ex5Fi6V-S74/s1600-h/IMG_4419.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371842260410949842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyeExk54NI/AAAAAAAABVw/Ex5Fi6V-S74/s320/IMG_4419.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoydhA2tySI/AAAAAAAABVo/Im3_V__gbQw/s1600-h/IMG_4420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371841646036896034" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoydhA2tySI/AAAAAAAABVo/Im3_V__gbQw/s320/IMG_4420.JPG" /></a>
More beautiful scenery.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoydNSzXAbI/AAAAAAAABVg/EPM3HOMii_E/s1600-h/IMG_4426.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371841307257274802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoydNSzXAbI/AAAAAAAABVg/EPM3HOMii_E/s320/IMG_4426.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soyc4ejJUMI/AAAAAAAABVY/TsDf9hKMxXw/s1600-h/IMG_4428.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371840949633241282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soyc4ejJUMI/AAAAAAAABVY/TsDf9hKMxXw/s320/IMG_4428.JPG" /></a>
This is Osier. Where we stopped for lunch.</div><div>Elevation: 9,637 ft.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoycYTain9I/AAAAAAAABVQ/Qyv0bQP1PjA/s1600-h/IMG_4430.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371840396888547282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoycYTain9I/AAAAAAAABVQ/Qyv0bQP1PjA/s320/IMG_4430.JPG" /></a>Becky and I had a choice of turkey dinner with all the fixings</div><div>or soup and salad bar.</div><div>Becky had the turkey dinner - I had the soup and salad bar.</div><div>Hannah's was a child's meal which consisted of:</div><div>Hot dog, corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, roll and dessert.
We didn't go away hungry!</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoycAf4-n2I/AAAAAAAABVI/HFZhIdhk7S8/s1600-h/IMG_4431.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371839987920576354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoycAf4-n2I/AAAAAAAABVI/HFZhIdhk7S8/s320/IMG_4431.JPG" /></a>
This is Cascade Trestle.</div><div>Built in 1889.</div><div>137 ft. high, 408 ft. long.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyboDm2LoI/AAAAAAAABVA/zkpZQaeLP88/s1600-h/IMG_4439.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371839568011472514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyboDm2LoI/AAAAAAAABVA/zkpZQaeLP88/s320/IMG_4439.JPG" /></a> All of that to go over little Cascade Creek - seen below.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoybSR6oJVI/AAAAAAAABU4/AxKYHyRNff8/s1600-h/IMG_4437.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371839193895413074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoybSR6oJVI/AAAAAAAABU4/AxKYHyRNff8/s320/IMG_4437.JPG" /></a>
Our little reliable engine was really blowing some steam here.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soya1nOnGmI/AAAAAAAABUw/LBQjzO2SIuE/s1600-h/IMG_4442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371838701400169058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Soya1nOnGmI/AAAAAAAABUw/LBQjzO2SIuE/s320/IMG_4442.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyahD1KkkI/AAAAAAAABUo/nAHm1xvr0Ww/s1600-h/IMG_4441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371838348300816962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyahD1KkkI/AAAAAAAABUo/nAHm1xvr0Ww/s320/IMG_4441.JPG" /></a>
<div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyZwee2Y0I/AAAAAAAABUY/jtffkVh77TQ/s1600-h/IMG_4446.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371837513641386818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyZwee2Y0I/AAAAAAAABUY/jtffkVh77TQ/s320/IMG_4446.JPG" /></a> These two pictures are out of order. </div><div>We stopped to drop the railroad ties when we reached Cumbres</div><div>(which means "crests" or "summits" in Spanish)</div><div>The photo below shows the cars being prepared to be disconnected.</div><div>The photo above shows the brake hose popping off and the cars </div><div>separating from one another.
</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyZYVbmJbI/AAAAAAAABUQ/5CWb_6rnYrA/s1600-h/IMG_4445.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371837098894960050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyZYVbmJbI/AAAAAAAABUQ/5CWb_6rnYrA/s320/IMG_4445.JPG" /></a>The sign reads:</div><div>Cumbres</div><div>Elevation 10,015 ft.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyY8-5MCJI/AAAAAAAABUI/LqKj08WswOg/s1600-h/IMG_4449.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371836628988594322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyY8-5MCJI/AAAAAAAABUI/LqKj08WswOg/s320/IMG_4449.JPG" /></a>
</div><div>If I remember correctly, we pulled into the Chama station around 4:00 p.m.</div><div></div><div>There was so much fanfare; bands playing, people cheering......so much noise that we could hardly hear ourselves talk.</div><div>See for yourselves!
</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyYJjHX-oI/AAAAAAAABUA/h74xVMe-jTM/s1600-h/IMG_4455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371835745358576258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyYJjHX-oI/AAAAAAAABUA/h74xVMe-jTM/s320/IMG_4455.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyXxFPQMpI/AAAAAAAABT4/op6fmzf53Qg/s1600-h/IMG_4457.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371835325021696658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyXxFPQMpI/AAAAAAAABT4/op6fmzf53Qg/s320/IMG_4457.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyXemlkErI/AAAAAAAABTw/IVe9MBHv-PQ/s1600-h/IMG_4456.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371835007556129458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyXemlkErI/AAAAAAAABTw/IVe9MBHv-PQ/s320/IMG_4456.JPG" /></a> After we made our way through these crowds we spotted the stagecoach</div><div>that we would be taking back down the mountain.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyXGhzRxqI/AAAAAAAABTo/Ym97Q5Gr6Ko/s1600-h/IMG_4458.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371834593954612898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyXGhzRxqI/AAAAAAAABTo/Ym97Q5Gr6Ko/s320/IMG_4458.JPG" /></a>We had front row seats which we enjoyed the entire 45 minute drive back down to Antonito - we continued to enjoy beautiful scenery all the way back as well.
By the way, </div><div>Chama, NM. </div><div>Elevation: 7,863 ft.</div><div align="center">Twenty five feet LOWER than Antonito!? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">
<strong>P. S.</strong>
Becky and I were no less for the wear after the long day of sight seeing.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyWuflg3RI/AAAAAAAABTg/PmVlk_uQyzg/s1600-h/IMG_4459.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371834181043150098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoyWuflg3RI/AAAAAAAABTg/PmVlk_uQyzg/s320/IMG_4459.JPG" /></a> </div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-69000312939988386872009-08-18T16:18:00.000-07:002009-08-18T22:03:18.450-07:00On To the SLV - San Luis Valley<div align="center"><strong>After touring Mesa Verde we headed down to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Alamosa</span></span> by way of </strong><strong>Wolf Creek Pass. This pass is absolutely stunning and it's a must if you have never traveled that way. The majestic mountains are magnificent, and the scenic views are <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">picturesque</span>.</strong></div>
<div align="center">It was evening by the time we made it to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Alamosa</span> and we had to be up early for the Sanford festivities.</div>
<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotJa3EImyI/AAAAAAAABTY/VO8UW9a9YII/s1600-h/P7200486.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371467706376166178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotJa3EImyI/AAAAAAAABTY/VO8UW9a9YII/s320/P7200486.JPG" /></a></div>
<div align="center">I won't mention who this may be, but as you can see it probably took some time to get the hair under control.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotIJ9B2n_I/AAAAAAAABTQ/_vmUU8ofzyA/s1600-h/IMG_4306.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371466316407807986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotIJ9B2n_I/AAAAAAAABTQ/_vmUU8ofzyA/s320/IMG_4306.JPG" /></a> Arlene's corner is where the parade begins for Mormon Pioneer Days.</div><div align="center">So everyone gathered outside...
<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotHyiQ3aWI/AAAAAAAABTI/oIVURbNgaSg/s1600-h/IMG_4343.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371465914086025570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotHyiQ3aWI/AAAAAAAABTI/oIVURbNgaSg/s320/IMG_4343.JPG" /></a>
grabbed their camera's,
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and got their chairs into a good place to view the parade.</div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotG8qIcQ_I/AAAAAAAABS4/FTlidcA-Y-0/s1600-h/IMG_4340.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371464988485239794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotG8qIcQ_I/AAAAAAAABS4/FTlidcA-Y-0/s320/IMG_4340.JPG" /></a>
There were cowboys with grandchildren,
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotF1myymMI/AAAAAAAABSw/QgntS0FaliM/s1600-h/IMG_4320.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371463767818410178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotF1myymMI/AAAAAAAABSw/QgntS0FaliM/s320/IMG_4320.JPG" /></a>
Mormon missionaries on floats,
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotFjmVhWKI/AAAAAAAABSo/YkSXm6o4A2M/s1600-h/IMG_4328.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371463458457999522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotFjmVhWKI/AAAAAAAABSo/YkSXm6o4A2M/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" /></a> </div>
<div>and cute little children and puppies in hand carts.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotFLW6VyOI/AAAAAAAABSg/JYHM6PQLi6A/s1600-h/IMG_4331.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371463042000603362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotFLW6VyOI/AAAAAAAABSg/JYHM6PQLi6A/s320/IMG_4331.JPG" /></a>
After the parade we drove to the school where mother met up with Judy and Nancy. They stood there and brought tears to my eyes as they sang one of their oh so familiar songs. It sounded almost as beautiful listening to them now as it did 40 years ago when they were at the top of the charts - in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Alamosa</span> County and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Conejos</span> County anyway.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotExKnTTwI/AAAAAAAABSY/dvP-qQ0rpww/s1600-h/P7200428.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371462592022925058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotExKnTTwI/AAAAAAAABSY/dvP-qQ0rpww/s320/P7200428.JPG" /></a>
This dear man with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Natalie</span> and me is one of our dear friends that we grew up with when we lived in Sanford. His name is Bobby Morgan and he is Nancy's son; the woman with the red hair in the above picture. We would have hours of fun with him when mother would go to Nancy's house to practice songs that they were going to be singing.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotEZW73pHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/iKU79AjywNg/s1600-h/P7200430.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371462183013557362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotEZW73pHI/AAAAAAAABSQ/iKU79AjywNg/s320/P7200430.JPG" /></a>
The reason we were at the school is because they were having a delicious <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">bbq</span> lunch . The only problem was the seating was in the direct sun so we found the most shade we could - away from the tables and enjoyed the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">food</span>.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotEFzQJB6I/AAAAAAAABSI/4jHo--gXHtE/s1600-h/P7200431.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371461847017392034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotEFzQJB6I/AAAAAAAABSI/4jHo--gXHtE/s320/P7200431.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotD4vDa7qI/AAAAAAAABSA/FU5TK631ePU/s1600-h/P7200432.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371461622551998114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotD4vDa7qI/AAAAAAAABSA/FU5TK631ePU/s320/P7200432.JPG" /></a>
This piece of artwork is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">actually</span> made from miniature photo's of all the students that have graduated from Sanford High School. They are known as the Sanford Indians, hence - the Indian.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotDjoLWVkI/AAAAAAAABR4/zUW80dlopHg/s1600-h/P7200447.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371461259928950338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotDjoLWVkI/AAAAAAAABR4/zUW80dlopHg/s320/P7200447.JPG" /></a> It's found inside the school building which consists of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kindergarten</span> through 12<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> grade! I wanted to show Hannah the school I used to go to so we walked inside.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotDVOh5qeI/AAAAAAAABRw/Emkb9MKlLJI/s1600-h/P7200437.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371461012526049762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotDVOh5qeI/AAAAAAAABRw/Emkb9MKlLJI/s320/P7200437.JPG" /></a>
This is Hannah and me sitting in my 3rd grade classroom. It was fun to share stories with her of things that I did and things that happened to me when I went to school there.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotDBaOh4uI/AAAAAAAABRo/Jldhnnknynk/s1600-h/P7200442.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371460672068641506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotDBaOh4uI/AAAAAAAABRo/Jldhnnknynk/s320/P7200442.JPG" /></a>
Such as working in this kitchen when I was in elementary school. This is the very sink I stood and washed dishes at....and watched sweat drip down Mrs <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Faucett's</span> nose into the dish water! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Yuck</span>!
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotCud_nntI/AAAAAAAABRg/gfCwowjBT34/s1600-h/P7200439.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371460346662330066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotCud_nntI/AAAAAAAABRg/gfCwowjBT34/s320/P7200439.JPG" /></a>The tour of this extremely large school (not) , as well as <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">browsing</span> the quilt display that was in the gym must have been exhausting because everyone had to find somewhere to sit before we could venture on to the next activity.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotCTuImZCI/AAAAAAAABRY/bHE_JrtYmhg/s1600-h/P7200448.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371459887138497570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotCTuImZCI/AAAAAAAABRY/bHE_JrtYmhg/s320/P7200448.JPG" /></a>
Luckily we had a day's rest before we had to do the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Manassa</span> activities.</div><div>Here's Mother with Uncle Herman, his daughter Judy and two of his grandsons.
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Here's Aunt Mary Jane and Uncle Kenneth enjoying the music that was being played by one of the bands in the park. Well, Aunt Mary Jane was enjoying it. She sat in her chair and danced her feet around as Uncle Kenneth enjoyed his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">zzzz's</span>.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotBlV65r3I/AAAAAAAABRI/_nxZ4eN_dN8/s1600-h/P7220489.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371459090364608370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotBlV65r3I/AAAAAAAABRI/_nxZ4eN_dN8/s320/P7220489.JPG" /></a>
Hannah talked me into going on some of the carnival rides with her.</div><div>I remember as a child being so excited for the carnival to come for the 24<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> of July celebration. I couldn't wait to ride all of the rides; especially the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">scary</span> ones! I looked at those rides this day and it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">scared</span> me to get on them. How safe are carnival rides.....REALLY?</div><div>Here we are on the scrambler - my #1 choice as a child.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotBObsBo6I/AAAAAAAABRA/zgtq7rZdexE/s1600-h/P7220492.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371458696775836578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotBObsBo6I/AAAAAAAABRA/zgtq7rZdexE/s320/P7220492.JPG" /></a>
Here's mother and Becky on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Ferris</span> wheel.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotA7ZoTr_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/HVf3AsF7cjo/s1600-h/P7220496.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371458369805856754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotA7ZoTr_I/AAAAAAAABQ4/HVf3AsF7cjo/s320/P7220496.JPG" /></a>
And me and Hannah.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotArq2tbhI/AAAAAAAABQw/YWYxBSoYaVY/s1600-h/P7220493.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371458099551759890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SotArq2tbhI/AAAAAAAABQw/YWYxBSoYaVY/s320/P7220493.JPG" /></a>
She even talked me into going on this thing - TWICE!
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And here's Becky and me ready to toss our cookies.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos_6oaKXeI/AAAAAAAABQg/iKz31LVlFf8/s1600-h/P7220497.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371457257081560546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos_6oaKXeI/AAAAAAAABQg/iKz31LVlFf8/s320/P7220497.JPG" /></a>
Okay Sarah, this part will freak you out so you may want to scroll down to safer <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">territory</span>, like maybe the end.</div><div>
When I was a child Arlene would get the baby dolls out and let me play with them. At that time I had no idea that the doll I was playing with was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">probably</span> an antique even then.</div><div>This is a picture of the doll Arlene's aunt sent to her a few years ago. She has a sawdust stuffed body, leather joints sewn into her cloth body, porcelain head and hands and real human hair.
Does she remind you of anyone.....maybe an old movie character?</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos_hvF6SVI/AAAAAAAABQY/oskszdwKdsA/s1600-h/P7220520.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371456829378939218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos_hvF6SVI/AAAAAAAABQY/oskszdwKdsA/s320/P7220520.JPG" /></a> I hate to say it, but when I saw her she reminded me of the Betty Davis character in the movie Whatever Happened to Baby Jane. Does anyone agree with me or am I the only one that was permitted to see that movie as a child?
Here's my baby girl holding the baby doll that Arlene use to play with as a child.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos_I51Gt1I/AAAAAAAABQQ/MRH1LZrYkXI/s1600-h/P7220519.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371456402764511058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos_I51Gt1I/AAAAAAAABQQ/MRH1LZrYkXI/s320/P7220519.JPG" /></a> I think she's a little prettier.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos-w8ZUhjI/AAAAAAAABQI/54yn24loGIQ/s1600-h/P7220514.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371455991136421426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos-w8ZUhjI/AAAAAAAABQI/54yn24loGIQ/s320/P7220514.JPG" /></a>
On the south side of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Alamosa</span> is an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Artesian</span> Well that runs continuously. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Artesian</span> Well water is always cold and tastes so good. We had to stop and fill our empty water bottles one day as we drove by. Why buy water when you can get if for free?
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos-JJNHupI/AAAAAAAABQA/4_vgHWO9Qn8/s1600-h/P7220522.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371455307380144786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos-JJNHupI/AAAAAAAABQA/4_vgHWO9Qn8/s320/P7220522.JPG" /></a>
The night before we left to head up to Denver, Nancy and Judy wanted to get together with mother again and do some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reminiscing</span> of old times and sing a few more songs. I love these women and I was just as excited as mother was to have them come over to the motel and visit for awhile. We loved listening to them sing some of the old songs they use to sing. And we laughed when they began singing one song and mother started singing words to another one when they were in the middle of it. </div><div>To listen to them tell stories and laugh was heart warming and touching. These women <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> love <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">each other</span>. I had to call it quits when they started talking about how sad they were when mother moved away. I will be forever <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span> that I went with mother to Colorado - if it was only to see these women together again and listen to them sing.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos9JKxxLfI/AAAAAAAABP4/Pa0yEE4gzw0/s1600-h/P7220523.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371454208290663922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos9JKxxLfI/AAAAAAAABP4/Pa0yEE4gzw0/s320/P7220523.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos8wYzvzAI/AAAAAAAABPw/LA8OxWofmss/s1600-h/P7220529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371453782560328706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos8wYzvzAI/AAAAAAAABPw/LA8OxWofmss/s320/P7220529.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos8TZ7WDSI/AAAAAAAABPo/q1JCKF9HbaI/s1600-h/P7220533.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371453284644424994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sos8TZ7WDSI/AAAAAAAABPo/q1JCKF9HbaI/s320/P7220533.JPG" /></a> <strong>Thanks, Mother, Nancy and Judy....</strong></div><div><strong>for the memories.</strong></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-20670651629390862602009-08-13T17:00:00.000-07:002009-08-13T21:24:07.368-07:00The Journey Continues<div align="center">On our second leg of the journey we left <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Farmington</span>, NM and headed north to Colorado. It was a beautiful drive; there was blue sky mixed with cotton candy white clouds to the east of us and gray skies covered with charcoal clouds and heavy rain to the northwest. The mountain and rock formations are incredible. We passed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shiprock</span> which in actuality is what's left of a volcano that has been dormant for thousands of years.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Our destination was....</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSzDzZ9cSI/AAAAAAAABPg/lxqqgEVhp8Y/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369613533652545826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSzDzZ9cSI/AAAAAAAABPg/lxqqgEVhp8Y/s320/DSC_0074.JPG" /></a> In order to get to the park you must drive up a very windy road. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSyhP9bOaI/AAAAAAAABPY/kXtvnkHIN84/s1600-h/IMG_4258.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369612940022069666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSyhP9bOaI/AAAAAAAABPY/kXtvnkHIN84/s320/IMG_4258.JPG" /></a> Until you get here; and then you hike up a little further -
</div><div align="center"><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSxPGfouPI/AAAAAAAABPQ/zPtFLvnhPRg/s1600-h/IMG_4257.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369611528731932914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSxPGfouPI/AAAAAAAABPQ/zPtFLvnhPRg/s320/IMG_4257.JPG" /></a>until you get here....to the top of the world.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSwi831P1I/AAAAAAAABPI/rX6YTGIQ8so/s1600-h/IMG_4255.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369610770234818386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSwi831P1I/AAAAAAAABPI/rX6YTGIQ8so/s320/IMG_4255.JPG" /></a>Here are pictures of two beautiful girls that happened to be passengers in the car.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSwAXk6FLI/AAAAAAAABPA/lAxCPZl9Ec4/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369610176107779250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSwAXk6FLI/AAAAAAAABPA/lAxCPZl9Ec4/s320/IMG_4264.JPG" /></a></div><div>This is a picture of one of the beautiful vistas from our view.</div><div>The formation in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">background</span> haze is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Shiprock</span>.</div><div>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSvmu3UVeI/AAAAAAAABO4/7rZ5iDOF_R8/s1600-h/IMG_4261.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369609735682414050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSvmu3UVeI/AAAAAAAABO4/7rZ5iDOF_R8/s320/IMG_4261.JPG" /></a> After we finished taking pictures of the beautiful vistas from this point we hopped back in the car and drove on until we got to the visitors center.</div><div>Upon checking the schedules we discovered we were too late for a tour since we had to be in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Alamosa</span> later and it was already 2:00 p.m.</div><div>We decided to do the driving tour so after we found something to eat and did a little shopping we began our personal driving tour.
</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSvXOgipNI/AAAAAAAABOw/eEpxOAUQkTk/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369609469298910418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSvXOgipNI/AAAAAAAABOw/eEpxOAUQkTk/s320/IMG_4275.JPG" /></a>The canyons that the Anasazi's built their dwellings above were gorgeous. Especially this day when the skies were so exquisite.
</div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSu7R11jBI/AAAAAAAABOo/TU47v0xODcs/s1600-h/IMG_4268.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369608989157198866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSu7R11jBI/AAAAAAAABOo/TU47v0xODcs/s320/IMG_4268.JPG" /></a> To the novice's eye you would never guess that there were dwellings below you.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSug4DiMlI/AAAAAAAABOg/ZNC7ZkJMl5E/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369608535558730322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSug4DiMlI/AAAAAAAABOg/ZNC7ZkJMl5E/s320/IMG_4276.JPG" /></a> They built their homes on the side of the mountains to keep them safe from enemies. Their advantage was being able to see what was coming.</div><div>(How did they know what was above them though?)
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoStqChaY-I/AAAAAAAABOY/f5AVEUopwLY/s1600-h/IMG_4279.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369607593475597282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoStqChaY-I/AAAAAAAABOY/f5AVEUopwLY/s320/IMG_4279.JPG" /></a> I couldn't help but wonder how many children they may have lost over the cliffs.
Boys <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">will</span> be boys - and boys are very active.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoStKOwG3pI/AAAAAAAABOQ/bLzMYWxrjuY/s1600-h/IMG_4281.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369607047002644114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoStKOwG3pI/AAAAAAAABOQ/bLzMYWxrjuY/s320/IMG_4281.JPG" /></a>We were standing on an overlook. You had to walk down to the dwellings below this vantage point. You can't see the cliff from here but it's straight down.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSspLyBTZI/AAAAAAAABOI/0aifyw-2J3c/s1600-h/IMG_4295.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369606479269678482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSspLyBTZI/AAAAAAAABOI/0aifyw-2J3c/s320/IMG_4295.JPG" /></a>As we drove we came across this flat land dwelling. We were able to walk around and through some of it. The structure was larger than my house but the rooms were very small with doorways that were about three feet tall.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSsFqDFG3I/AAAAAAAABOA/geZ7N5ijIdI/s1600-h/IMG_4289.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369605868919004018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSsFqDFG3I/AAAAAAAABOA/geZ7N5ijIdI/s320/IMG_4289.JPG" /></a>The notch in the bricks above is actually a water spout that was built into the brick and pointing toward the outside. Maybe they collected water this way?
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSrQXC-x7I/AAAAAAAABNw/8UFr7_fwT4U/s1600-h/IMG_4293.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369604953285248946" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSrQXC-x7I/AAAAAAAABNw/8UFr7_fwT4U/s320/IMG_4293.JPG" /></a>I'm not sure what the above picture is....maybe a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">kiva</span>?
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSqpFB8rRI/AAAAAAAABNo/MQTlxhoXEtM/s1600-h/IMG_4304.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369604278434180370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSqpFB8rRI/AAAAAAAABNo/MQTlxhoXEtM/s320/IMG_4304.JPG" /></a> </div>This picture shows how short the doorways were. Hannah had to bend in half to get through them. They were so narrow I didn't even try to get through them.</div><div>I didn't think anyone would have any Crisco shortening to grease me if I got wedged in.</div><div>
</div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSqVJmGBaI/AAAAAAAABNg/F6xRIw30TNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4302.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369603936062145954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSqVJmGBaI/AAAAAAAABNg/F6xRIw30TNQ/s320/IMG_4302.JPG" /></a>We have come to the end of our personal driving tour of </div><div>Mesa Verde National Park ; I hope you enjoyed this tour as much as we did.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSpprqV_7I/AAAAAAAABNY/c00ejpS1vto/s1600-h/IMG_4287.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369603189292531634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SoSpprqV_7I/AAAAAAAABNY/c00ejpS1vto/s320/IMG_4287.JPG" /></a>Goodbye - from your personal tour guides.
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</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-58941314078763803012009-08-05T20:17:00.000-07:002009-08-05T22:04:28.259-07:00Our Adventures through AZ, NM, CO, WY, UT - Part II have so many pictures that one post will not suffice. Therefore I will break this incredible adventure into a number of posts in order to document them as they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurred</span>.
<div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">On July 20,2009, Natalie and Lon met Mother, Becky, Hannah and me at our house and we embarked on a 1800 mile journey through AZ, NM, CO, WY, and UTAH. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Our first stop for rest and relaxation- after eight hours of driving was in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Holbrook</span>, Arizona. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">If you're not aware (which I was NOT), this town is the basis of the movie "CARS". You know: Lightening McQueen, the shiny red corvette that was lost in Radiator Springs? If you haven't seen the movie, you really must. It's even cute for adults to watch.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Wigwam</span> Motel is the place to stay.</span></div>
<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUi0MXU_I/AAAAAAAABNA/Coe-FtjGjVw/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366694863068156914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUi0MXU_I/AAAAAAAABNA/Coe-FtjGjVw/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+003.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#990000;">Becky and Hannah were so exhausted they had to drag their bodies into the room....after posing for this picture of course.
</span><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUiRs2AkI/AAAAAAAABM4/HW3Xhk7M1Zg/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366694853809144386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUiRs2AkI/AAAAAAAABM4/HW3Xhk7M1Zg/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+005.jpg" /></a>
<span style="color:#990000;">After we had dinner, enjoyed a cool dip in the pool and played a few hands of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">UNO</span> we crashed for the night.
The next morning we were up and ready to continue our journey.....all of us except for Hannah.
</span><div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUhivTU9I/AAAAAAAABMo/Xz4XJVu0Rew/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366694841202987986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUhivTU9I/AAAAAAAABMo/Xz4XJVu0Rew/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+008.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;">We couldn't get her out of bed.
So we left her behind and gathered up for a picture before we hopped in the car.</span>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUg0M7k9I/AAAAAAAABMg/18YemDCHli4/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366694828710794194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpUg0M7k9I/AAAAAAAABMg/18YemDCHli4/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+006.jpg" /></a>
<span style="color:#990000;">Not really of course. </span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">We didn't stay at the Wigwam and we didn't leave Hannah behind.
We stayed at the Adobe Inn right next door to the Wigwam. </span></div><div>
<span style="color:#990000;">As our journey progressed we found ourselves stopped at a number of the Navajo trading posts along the way in hopes of finding a papoose baby doll for Becky's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">granddaughter</span>.</span></div><div>
<span style="color:#990000;">We didn't find the papoose, but we found this very serious guy sitting in the store.</span></div><div><div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpS2vdeeOI/AAAAAAAABMI/4d2Ib2G9Rac/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366693006371879138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpS2vdeeOI/AAAAAAAABMI/4d2Ib2G9Rac/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+009.jpg" /></a>
<span style="color:#990000;">Hannah did her best in trying to get him to break a smile</span>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpS2UWJezI/AAAAAAAABMA/4PsXxtXgTlg/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692999093386034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpS2UWJezI/AAAAAAAABMA/4PsXxtXgTlg/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+010.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;">I thought if I jumped in and we both turned on the charm it might do the trick.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">He must have been made of stone (or wood) because he didn't even twitch.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">So we left him in the dust of the reservation and headed to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Farmington</span>, NM.
</span></div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpS188IjqI/AAAAAAAABL4/iWgaNloH8CI/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366692992810258082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpS188IjqI/AAAAAAAABL4/iWgaNloH8CI/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+011.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;">
Pat met us for lunch at a restaurant where we had some delicious food. They made their own root beer there as well as cream soda and....well....regular beer. We didn't try the beer but we did try the root beer and the cream soda. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">consensus</span> was that the root beer was really good but the cram soda was way too sweet.
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<span style="color:#990000;">After lunch we checked into the La Quinta in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Farmington</span>. I was really disappointed with the accommodations. I thought we would have a non-smoking room but we ended up in a room that was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> a smoking room. Not only that, but the clerk had us drive around to the back of the motel where we were supposed to be able to go up the stairs and directly to our room. The stairs were blocked off because of damage so we had to walk all the way back around carrying all of our bags, pillows, and the extras that we always seemed to have and wrestle them all the way up the stairs, around the corners and into the room down the walkway. By that time I had steam coming out of my ears and it wasn't <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">because</span> I was too warm.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">As I calmed down Becky, Mother and Hannah made their way down to the pool where I eventually caught up with them.
Becky and Hannah gave me a wave but mother was busy cleaning the pool!</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">That's her on the left under the umbrella.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Natalie was sitting under there enjoying the cool afternoon weather.</span>
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpRcSJRuiI/AAAAAAAABLw/l-IbKZv68Xc/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366691452314303010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpRcSJRuiI/AAAAAAAABLw/l-IbKZv68Xc/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+013.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpQxeGU-_I/AAAAAAAABLo/MeHE-0aG1jg/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690716788784114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpQxeGU-_I/AAAAAAAABLo/MeHE-0aG1jg/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+014.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#990000;">I've decided that mother wouldn't know what to do with herself if she didn't have something to clean every day. She was perfectly happy as she dipped that net into the pool and extracted each little stem and leaf.
</span><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpQwxrWWsI/AAAAAAAABLg/IrIPNpbQ6NI/s1600-h/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366690704864467650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SnpQwxrWWsI/AAAAAAAABLg/IrIPNpbQ6NI/s320/colorado,wyoming,utah+trip+7-24-09+015.jpg" /></a>
<span style="color:#990000;">After we dried off we headed to Pat's house where we ate watermelon and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">s'mores</span>. The food was good but the company was great!</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">Thanks Pat and Larry for entertaining us.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">That's all for this post. Stay tuned for the next segment.</span></div><div><span style="color:#990000;">I'll be sharing pictures of Mesa Verda, National Park.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-11936465979894574242009-07-09T19:27:00.000-07:002009-07-09T20:27:21.380-07:00Random Sampler<div align="center">These are pictures of random activities that have taken place in the last month or two. I've been slacking in the Blogging department so I thought I would throw a few pix together so I would be able to remember the enjoyment of them.</div>
<div align="center">Remember how the month of May was so extremely HOT?</div><div align="center">We pulled out our expensive pool, filled it with water and the kids</div><div align="center">started their summer fun.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slav8sHU5uI/AAAAAAAABLY/f05QMQcUeHM/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+5-10-09+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356662263972685538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slav8sHU5uI/AAAAAAAABLY/f05QMQcUeHM/s320/Mother%27s+Day+5-10-09+022.jpg" /></a> This is Katelyn with strawberry juice all over her mouth.</div><div align="center">How does a girl eat <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">strawberries</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">daintily</span> when she is missing her two front teeth?
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slavau3vLcI/AAAAAAAABLQ/RklYwLfLdHU/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+5-10-09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661680597052866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slavau3vLcI/AAAAAAAABLQ/RklYwLfLdHU/s320/Mother%27s+Day+5-10-09+017.jpg" /></a>Cameron....the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">epitome</span> of BOY.
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlavL4aK7WI/AAAAAAAABLI/FVi7_RUfDIM/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+5-10-09+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356661425459359074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlavL4aK7WI/AAAAAAAABLI/FVi7_RUfDIM/s320/Mother%27s+Day+5-10-09+018.jpg" /></a>
Si, mi mama es . . . trying on hats.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlauVRDMwOI/AAAAAAAABLA/6Gn__BMdnKg/s1600-h/4-1-09+Mother+trying+on+hats+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660487181091042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlauVRDMwOI/AAAAAAAABLA/6Gn__BMdnKg/s320/4-1-09+Mother+trying+on+hats+001.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlauJSRImKI/AAAAAAAABK4/61SShe9ndWo/s1600-h/4-1-09+Mother+trying+on+hats+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356660281349544098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlauJSRImKI/AAAAAAAABK4/61SShe9ndWo/s320/4-1-09+Mother+trying+on+hats+005.jpg" /></a>No - she didn't buy either one of these.
Hannah went to one our Young Women <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">activities</span> and became certifies in CPR.</div><div>Here she is working on Baby Jane Doe.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slatw7I_8oI/AAAAAAAABKw/4SG5Ed1d6Uk/s1600-h/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356659862824546946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slatw7I_8oI/AAAAAAAABKw/4SG5Ed1d6Uk/s320/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+013.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlatjdlFhXI/AAAAAAAABKo/0n_tdIaPZhI/s1600-h/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356659631550989682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlatjdlFhXI/AAAAAAAABKo/0n_tdIaPZhI/s320/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+014.jpg" /></a> And here's Baby Jane Doe....alive and well.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlatUFc70FI/AAAAAAAABKg/0pIT9wsrjMk/s1600-h/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356659367376310354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlatUFc70FI/AAAAAAAABKg/0pIT9wsrjMk/s320/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+017.jpg" /></a>
This is one of our favorite restaurants; we took Hannah and our neighbor, Andrew</div><div>with us this night.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlasvGIC6nI/AAAAAAAABKY/jJt6qD5I-aM/s1600-h/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356658731901971058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlasvGIC6nI/AAAAAAAABKY/jJt6qD5I-aM/s320/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+024.jpg" /></a> <div>Here they are trying to eat their rice with chop sticks.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slar5BXlm8I/AAAAAAAABKI/uT7rWclV308/s1600-h/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356657802912046018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slar5BXlm8I/AAAAAAAABKI/uT7rWclV308/s320/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+018.jpg" /></a>It was too funny NOT to take a picture of.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlarlMckrpI/AAAAAAAABKA/KvdEvijCOXk/s1600-h/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356657462288363154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlarlMckrpI/AAAAAAAABKA/KvdEvijCOXk/s320/Hannah+%26+Cocoa,+Hannah+and+Andrew+May,+2009+019.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>
When you think of Mike and his truck, you think of this little green Ranger.
<div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlapWuSa4TI/AAAAAAAABJo/FGNIcA5qzuA/s1600-h/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356655014651289906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlapWuSa4TI/AAAAAAAABJo/FGNIcA5qzuA/s320/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+011.jpg" /></a> </div>But he cleaned it out and traded it in for
<div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slao7ZP3nqI/AAAAAAAABJg/TY5VyHPb8ww/s1600-h/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356654545146977954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Slao7ZP3nqI/AAAAAAAABJg/TY5VyHPb8ww/s320/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+015.jpg" /></a>this band new Toyota Tundra. </div><div>It's been his dream truck for a couple of years now.
Dreams really do come true.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-42905267827014881382009-07-08T18:13:00.000-07:002009-07-10T08:01:39.898-07:00Our Backyard Wild Kingdom<div align="center">
Not long after we moved into the home we're in now we discovered we had moved</div><div align="center">right in the middle of our own WILD KINGDOM.</div><div align="center">We repeatedly heard from various neighbors that there were mountain lions that</div><div align="center">roamed the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neighborhoods</span> around us.</div><div align="center">We didn't believe them.....until we woke up one morning and saw THIS in</div><div align="center">our back yard!!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVNJ3YuY_I/AAAAAAAABJQ/HHx3nnndXbc/s1600-h/IMG_2795.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356272163708888050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVNJ3YuY_I/AAAAAAAABJQ/HHx3nnndXbc/s320/IMG_2795.JPG" /></a> Alright, that's really an African lion but we did see this bobcat lounging in</div><div align="center">our backyard when we came home from church one afternoon.</div><div align="center">He was old, hard of hearing, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">apparently</span> lost his ability to hunt </div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sufficiently</span>. He had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">striking</span> blue eyes but his face was frightening; so </div><div align="center">we named him Lucifer. </div><div align="center">He got up and slunk away when he noticed us.
</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVMSE4tTyI/AAAAAAAABJI/1cgZVvOnMNE/s1600-h/IMG_2375.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356271205260021538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVMSE4tTyI/AAAAAAAABJI/1cgZVvOnMNE/s320/IMG_2375.JPG" /></a>
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVMAoyjWtI/AAAAAAAABJA/rvtfDqEvo_8/s1600-h/IMG_2374.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356270905660234450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVMAoyjWtI/AAAAAAAABJA/rvtfDqEvo_8/s320/IMG_2374.JPG" /></a>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVLskWio_I/AAAAAAAABI4/eYXBgn0QqpY/s1600-h/IMG_2373.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356270560871621618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVLskWio_I/AAAAAAAABI4/eYXBgn0QqpY/s320/IMG_2373.JPG" /></a>
<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVKiXalwZI/AAAAAAAABIw/ckCIOvR3YPM/s1600-h/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356269286088622482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVKiXalwZI/AAAAAAAABIw/ckCIOvR3YPM/s320/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+003.jpg" /></a> If you click on these pix and enlarge them, you will see a beautiful red tailed hawk</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">perched</span> on the bird feeder. We had a couple of baby hawks born in the trees just</div><div align="center">below us and we listened to them squawk for weeks after mom and dad left them to</div><div align="center">hunt for themselves. They have learned that bird hunting is very good in our back</div><div align="center">yard when the quail, dove and blue jay are feeding.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVKQjK_zzI/AAAAAAAABIo/o40hjZDn55k/s1600-h/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356268980006801202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVKQjK_zzI/AAAAAAAABIo/o40hjZDn55k/s320/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+001.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVJYDhBE5I/AAAAAAAABIg/NKgCNKwdDv8/s1600-h/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356268009436550034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVJYDhBE5I/AAAAAAAABIg/NKgCNKwdDv8/s320/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+007.jpg" /></a>Here they are when they were younger - one perched at the top of the tree </div><div>and one perched on a limb lower down in another tree to the right of his sibling.</div><div>They sat there for hours waiting for mom or dad to come back.</div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVJD5ABV3I/AAAAAAAABIY/iKjtKvPCPww/s1600-h/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356267663016417138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVJD5ABV3I/AAAAAAAABIY/iKjtKvPCPww/s320/Mom%27s+day+and+new+Toyota+truck++May,+2009+004.jpg" /></a>
One afternoon Mike was in the backyard and walked in to tell me he</div><div>thought there was an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">alligator</span> on our hillside. When he walked down </div><div>to get a better look, he discovered that it was an iguana; but it had died.</div><div>He felt very badly thinking that he may have contributed to it's death by</div><div>poisoning our "friendly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neighborhood</span> rats" (I will not include a picture</div><div>of the rats; they are too <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hideous</span>).
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVIEovpB8I/AAAAAAAABIQ/SxSOTGMfIh8/s1600-h/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356266576320989122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVIEovpB8I/AAAAAAAABIQ/SxSOTGMfIh8/s320/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+009.jpg" /></a>After a proper funeral service he very gently picked it up.....
And heaved it further down the hillside.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVG4WKst3I/AAAAAAAABIE/thmc4j_d8ss/s1600-h/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356265265664145266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVG4WKst3I/AAAAAAAABIE/thmc4j_d8ss/s320/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+011.jpg" /></a>May he rest in peace and decompose quickly so the smell will cease.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVGd88NwSI/AAAAAAAABH8/iv2zjxipRyA/s1600-h/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356264812215910690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SlVGd88NwSI/AAAAAAAABH8/iv2zjxipRyA/s320/Backyard+Iguana+June,+2009+005.jpg" /></a>
We do love our backyard wild kingdom.</div><div>We have had roadrunners, woodpeckers, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hummingbirds</span>, </div><div>ground squirrels (blast them!), </div><div>cottontails (those <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">waskeley</span> wabbits that are so destructive),</div><div>coyotes, cooper hawks, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">kite</span> hawks, </div><div>our red tail hawks, the bobcats and an occasional</div><div>sighting of racoons.</div><div>It's exciting to walk into the kitchen and anticipate what we might see today, tonight or tomorrow.
WE LOVE IT HERE.</div><div></div></div></div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-81128329651678170072009-06-11T17:18:00.000-07:002009-06-11T18:14:08.572-07:00Friends, Fun and Food<div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Last Sunday (6-7-09) <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Circulo</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lazo</span> had a Block Party.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Yes, it was on Sunday - and YES we did participate because we have</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">many friends on our street and it was a good opportunity</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">to become acquainted with those we didn't know. </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">So we pulled out the grill.....and our tables, and began setting up </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">for the party.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGjbNUZVBI/AAAAAAAABH0/g8Gb95V4WtI/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346233920492491794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGjbNUZVBI/AAAAAAAABH0/g8Gb95V4WtI/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+001.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;"> Instead of closing the street off, we chose to set things up close to</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">the curb across the street from us.</span>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGjPjfwBrI/AAAAAAAABHs/5s6c5FofncY/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346233720287266482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGjPjfwBrI/AAAAAAAABHs/5s6c5FofncY/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+003.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">Duane and Scott, spreading the tarp for the bounce house.</span>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGjA1ZAMXI/AAAAAAAABHk/zP6A5yjFX5Q/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346233467392766322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGjA1ZAMXI/AAAAAAAABHk/zP6A5yjFX5Q/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+005.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">Hannah jumped at the chance to be the chef after her daddy told</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">her he didn't care if she did. She enjoyed it so much that she volunteered</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">to grill anyone <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">else's </span>food that would let her.</span>
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGiwAIj0cI/AAAAAAAABHc/aF8VV36EDo4/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346233178218811842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGiwAIj0cI/AAAAAAAABHc/aF8VV36EDo4/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+006.jpg" /></a>
</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGiZ2-eQrI/AAAAAAAABHU/LchCIYWMA9Y/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346232797803463346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGiZ2-eQrI/AAAAAAAABHU/LchCIYWMA9Y/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+007.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGiIH4QzbI/AAAAAAAABHM/Seo6OLQRrfI/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346232493103173042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGiIH4QzbI/AAAAAAAABHM/Seo6OLQRrfI/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+008.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">It was organized where everyone brought a dish to share,</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">and then they chose what meat they wanted to bring and grill.</span>
<span style="color:#006600;">We had some FABULOUS food!!!</span>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhzKXweHI/AAAAAAAABHE/6o3u5XkxutA/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346232132994889842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhzKXweHI/AAAAAAAABHE/6o3u5XkxutA/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+011.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">As well as some DELICIOUS desserts!!!</span>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhl8LBSvI/AAAAAAAABG8/VgrdAVdHZ2g/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346231905845070578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhl8LBSvI/AAAAAAAABG8/VgrdAVdHZ2g/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+012.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">Here's Hannah and our one of our newest neighbors </span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">enjoying the bounce house.</span>
<div><span style="color:#006600;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhX18jBNI/AAAAAAAABG0/IsUqnrTOTao/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346231663655584978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhX18jBNI/AAAAAAAABG0/IsUqnrTOTao/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+013.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">After <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">everyone's</span> stomach was full, the kids and two of the dad's</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">opted for a game of baseball. </span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">Here's Hannah up to bat....</span></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhILlCVBI/AAAAAAAABGs/6n8nyQKTwPQ/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346231394584646674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGhILlCVBI/AAAAAAAABGs/6n8nyQKTwPQ/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+014.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#006600;">She <em>swings </em>and - <em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">IT's</span> A HIT!</em></span>
<div><span style="color:#006600;"></span><span style="color:#006600;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#006600;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGgv9WP8II/AAAAAAAABGk/ETad12rVgBA/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346230978447667330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGgv9WP8II/AAAAAAAABGk/ETad12rVgBA/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+016.jpg" /></a></div><div><span style="color:#006600;"><em>RUN HANNAH! RUN!</em></span></div><div>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGgglKsDDI/AAAAAAAABGc/n3BcvpH_wyo/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346230714258689074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGgglKsDDI/AAAAAAAABGc/n3BcvpH_wyo/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+017.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#006600;">After the food was consumed and the sun began to set we said our</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">goodbye's and ended the day with a promise to gather and do it all</span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">again very soon. We have some wonderful neighbors who all appear </span></div><div><span style="color:#006600;">to be very good in the kitchen!</span>
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGgMis1ojI/AAAAAAAABGU/WRSdA8y73d0/s1600-h/Block+party+6-7-09+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346230369999233586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SjGgMis1ojI/AAAAAAAABGU/WRSdA8y73d0/s320/Block+party+6-7-09+010.jpg" /></a> <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-60088216573900920432009-05-26T15:00:00.000-07:002009-05-26T17:52:42.875-07:00Special Delivery<div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;">IT'S A.....</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShyB8NhyEzI/AAAAAAAABGM/dl8RSCr62wo/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+079.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340286129578054450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShyB8NhyEzI/AAAAAAAABGM/dl8RSCr62wo/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+079.jpg" /></a> We received a phone call Saturday (May 23) around 2:00 p.m. saying Tracey had gone to the hospital and was having contractions 20 minutes apart. It had been a lazy day until then - we kicked into action making phone calls to cover Sunday assignments, school obligations, work and pets, loaded our luggage and selves into Mike's new truck and were on the road by 3:30. We were blessed not to have much traffic since most people had left early for Memorial Day weekend. We made it to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">state line</span> by 6:30, gassed up, grabbed some food and kept driving. We continued to receive updates from Judy (Tracey's mom) as we drove. As we came into <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas Judy called again and said Tracey was at 8 cm. We felt we couldn't drive any faster than we already were (80 mph) but kept pushing on and praying we would be there in time for the delivery. When we got passed Mesquite, Nevada and through the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gorge</span> Judy called again and said Tracey was at 10 cm. and the Dr. was going to let Tracey start pushing. We informed her that we were about 30 minutes away from the hospital and we should be there before the delivery - hopefully. </div><div align="center">Now I want you to picture the part in the movies where the person always pulls right up to the curb at the front of the hospital, parks there and runs in. It's never really like that is it?</div><div align="center">Well...it WAS this time. </div><div align="center">We arrived at 10:30 p.m, parked along the curb out front and walked right in! We made it just as Tracey began to push. She pushed and labored for an hour and 15 minutes after we got there and finally <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">delivered</span> a 6 lb. 10 oz. beautiful baby girl by the name of Charley Taylor Walker.
</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;">Here is a photo journal of Hannah's face as the delivery progressed.</span></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx_IblEdJI/AAAAAAAABF8/-1ildEOUZLw/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340283040973485202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx_IblEdJI/AAAAAAAABF8/-1ildEOUZLw/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+007.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx-zdWXf6I/AAAAAAAABF0/_uUmBJnlvJA/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340282680671436706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx-zdWXf6I/AAAAAAAABF0/_uUmBJnlvJA/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+010.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx-RA_Mh5I/AAAAAAAABFs/1XyDDPvgLLI/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340282088942503826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx-RA_Mh5I/AAAAAAAABFs/1XyDDPvgLLI/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+009.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx97Fn8-9I/AAAAAAAABFk/8_dvxPAzg_Q/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340281712230071250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx97Fn8-9I/AAAAAAAABFk/8_dvxPAzg_Q/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+011.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Mommy and Daddy finally get to meet their baby girl.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx9P7La7CI/AAAAAAAABFc/lKTWP2Oo0Ps/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280970691669026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx9P7La7CI/AAAAAAAABFc/lKTWP2Oo0Ps/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+016.jpg" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Aunt Hannah was given the opportunity to let Charley hold her hand while they worked on her.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx8uUu2SLI/AAAAAAAABFU/9w3UUIStSnA/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340280393435596978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx8uUu2SLI/AAAAAAAABFU/9w3UUIStSnA/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+028.jpg" /></a>
That's 6 lbs. 10 oz in our language.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx8Pf_m0RI/AAAAAAAABFM/x2TY6s9cpas/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340279863882731794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx8Pf_m0RI/AAAAAAAABFM/x2TY6s9cpas/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+033.jpg" /></a>
I absolutely love this picture. </div><div>Tracey waited so long for this beautiful moment.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx7yrQMxKI/AAAAAAAABFE/1T_SKLIDP9U/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340279368688911522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx7yrQMxKI/AAAAAAAABFE/1T_SKLIDP9U/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+039.jpg" /></a>
<div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx6P3tmPoI/AAAAAAAABE0/OEXEvvrCtjA/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340277671226392194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx6P3tmPoI/AAAAAAAABE0/OEXEvvrCtjA/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+042.jpg" /></a>
<div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340275744699974882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx4fu16BOI/AAAAAAAABEk/jY_Zx5VlCes/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+063.jpg" /></div><div> </div><div>We managed to pull ourselves away from the hospital because there were things to do at the house. Like assembling a crib.</div><div>Cara and Mike tackled this job while I took pictures.</div><div>Time log......around 2:20 in the afternoon.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340273834261565554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx2wh55UHI/AAAAAAAABEU/qxIuAEOhpd8/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+073.jpg" /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>
Look at the progress (NOT)!</div><div>Time log.....about 3:30 in the afternoon.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx3bEtksmI/AAAAAAAABEc/sqO7q-dD2wo/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+074.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340274565159629410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx3bEtksmI/AAAAAAAABEc/sqO7q-dD2wo/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+074.jpg" /></a>
I decided to take some more pictures of the important things.</div><div><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx1zr9dpoI/AAAAAAAABEM/PCjgusz04tY/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+060.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340272788988864130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx1zr9dpoI/AAAAAAAABEM/PCjgusz04tY/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+060.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx1XWqRihI/AAAAAAAABEE/9Ywgwr_k7Pg/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+065.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340272302234896914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx1XWqRihI/AAAAAAAABEE/9Ywgwr_k7Pg/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+065.jpg" /></a>
Two hours later the crib was finally together. </div><div>Whew!
<div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx0ExJNyPI/AAAAAAAABD0/ETEGw-bxE9E/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+075.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340270883414853874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shx0ExJNyPI/AAAAAAAABD0/ETEGw-bxE9E/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+075.jpg" /></a>
Then it was time to put the layette together.</div><div>That was much easier.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shxzv0mSsOI/AAAAAAAABDs/kebq5XKJzwc/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+076.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340270523564863714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shxzv0mSsOI/AAAAAAAABDs/kebq5XKJzwc/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+076.jpg" /></a>
The day after all the activities, it was time to hold the baby....</div><div>Grandpa of course.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxzW6djP9I/AAAAAAAABDk/Db53Efm12iQ/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+082.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340270095642083282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxzW6djP9I/AAAAAAAABDk/Db53Efm12iQ/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+082.jpg" /></a>
Cara - singing Charley the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">lullaby</span> </div><div>"Baby of Mine" from the movie Dumbo.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shxy5-A8uhI/AAAAAAAABDc/5d4rOeaob58/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+081.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340269598379653650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shxy5-A8uhI/AAAAAAAABDc/5d4rOeaob58/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+081.jpg" /></a>
Big brother <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Branzten</span>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxqfH9kkqI/AAAAAAAABDU/3mpE8BGM79Y/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+093.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340260341100352162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxqfH9kkqI/AAAAAAAABDU/3mpE8BGM79Y/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+093.jpg" /></a>
Daddy, Brent
<div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxoaCnm3TI/AAAAAAAABDE/6Kcd5lvwYtc/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+098.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340258054743448882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxoaCnm3TI/AAAAAAAABDE/6Kcd5lvwYtc/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+098.jpg" /></a>
Daddy and sisters, Brinn and Bergen
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxnVyaixHI/AAAAAAAABC8/8Cb-bUAxWWk/s1600-h/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+101.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340256882162582642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShxnVyaixHI/AAAAAAAABC8/8Cb-bUAxWWk/s320/Baby+Charley%27s+Birthday+5-23-09+101.jpg" /></a>
<div><span style="color:#000000;">I don't need to tell you how thrilled we were to witness the birth of this precious baby girl.</span></div><div>Mike can't wait to take her fishing.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-83068931223447893952009-05-22T18:58:00.000-07:002009-05-22T20:15:40.610-07:00Strolling Down Memory Lane<div align="center">If you have checked Natalie's blog spot lately, you have seen the cute little poem she posted</div><div align="center">about happiness.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Well, when I was reading it my memory was triggered into motion and I recalled the play </div><div align="center">we were in when she and I were just a little younger than we are now.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I had to pull these pictures out and scan them into my computer and work with them</div><div align="center">a bit. This is as big as I could get them so you'll have to go find your magnifying glass. </div><div align="center">If you don't have one, go borrow, beg or buy one because this is something you wont </div><div align="center">want to miss.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Ladies and Gentlemen - I present to you,</div><div align="center">"YOU'RE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE BROWN"</div><div align="center">-performed in 1972-</div><div align="center"><em>starring Natalie Smith as "The Little Red Headed Girl"</em></div><div align="center"><em>&</em></div><div align="center"><em>Shelley Smith as "Peppermint Pattie"</em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShdgFeV9qDI/AAAAAAAABC0/EXbfMbYJo_k/s1600-h/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841530431809586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShdgFeV9qDI/AAAAAAAABC0/EXbfMbYJo_k/s320/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures+005.jpg" /></a> Natalie is well hidden in the above pictures.</div><div align="center">She is in a dress with a red skirt and a red, blue & white top.</div><div align="center">Do you have your magnifier?
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shdf-nSeBYI/AAAAAAAABCs/sWVSViWKRrg/s1600-h/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841412573988226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shdf-nSeBYI/AAAAAAAABCs/sWVSViWKRrg/s320/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures+004.jpg" /></a>Shelley is in a pale blue and white striped dress with the</div><div align="center">backward baseball cap and long blond pigtails.</div><div align="center">I would tell you who the others are....but you wouldn't</div><div align="center">know any of them anyway. Besides, I can't remember</div><div align="center">their last names anymore nor many of their first names.
</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shdf4opGJFI/AAAAAAAABCk/ZkSpA_wTf-4/s1600-h/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841309858112594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Shdf4opGJFI/AAAAAAAABCk/ZkSpA_wTf-4/s320/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures.jpg" /></a>The above photo is where we were singing </div><div align="center">"Happiness Is..."</div><div align="center">and of course the two stars of the show </div><div align="center">on the left <em>- Natalie Smith</em></div><div align="center">on the right - <em>Shelley Smith</em></div><div align="center"><em>
AND NOW....</em></div><div align="center"><em>for your pure entertainment and enjoyment</em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShdfxvqK41I/AAAAAAAABCY/naq_r1_-Tms/s1600-h/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures+006.jpg"><em><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338841191482581842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/ShdfxvqK41I/AAAAAAAABCY/naq_r1_-Tms/s320/Your+a+Good+Man+Charlie+Brown+pictures+006.jpg" /></em></a><em>From left to right</em>: </div><div align="center"><em>Back row: Cecil, Randy, Mike</em></div><div align="center"><em>Front row: Natalie Shelley </em></div><div align="center">Note that Natalie is wearing the same dress she wore in the show.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Bottom picture:</div><div align="center">Natalie - modeling an outfit she picked out for a fashion show.<em> </em>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-20116704677948700972009-05-13T18:11:00.000-07:002009-05-13T21:06:55.256-07:00Because I'm A Mother<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>As</strong> a mother I have had the privilege of giving birth to 5 children. </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">With the </span><span style="color:#663333;">birth of each child I was filled with love and thankfulness for their beauty, </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">their health </span><span style="color:#663333;">and the awe of their little features from their little nose, mouth and ears, </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">to their </span><span style="color:#663333;">perfectly formed hands and feet. </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Because</strong> I am mother I reveled in the joy of bringing each new baby home, </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">swaddling </span><span style="color:#663333;">them, cuddling, kissing, caressing and being filled with the love </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">I had for them from the moment I</span><span style="color:#663333;"> felt them move for the first time.</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Because</strong> I am a mother I will always be able to go through the files of my memory </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">and find the joy I hold there forever because I have lovingly tucked each of them away.</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">I'm thankful I can share these emotions and feelings I have... </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong>Because</strong> I am a mother.</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff9966;"></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">But what about someone who hasn't felt the joy of being a mother?</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Is it possible for them to capture the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">essence</span> of a newborn baby?</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">Is it possible for them to really FEEL the love for a baby?</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">I was surprised when Hannah brought this poem home to </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">give to Tracey for her baby shower.</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">"</span><span style="color:#ff6666;">FROM the first day they come, to their birthday;</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">THEIR first laugh, to their small feet, to when they cry,</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">we'll always be there by their side.</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">THE special little feet that we touch, the little hands that they </span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">use to touch you.</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">WITH their first little smile it makes you want to burst</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">for joy;</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">BUT the specialist of all is when you will give baby Charley</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">her first little kiss, and forever will you, to the day you die</span></div>
<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;">LOVE your little bundle of joy."</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;">- Hannah Walker -</span></div>
<p align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="color:#663333;">Maybe I'm just bragging.....</span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="color:#663333;">Because I'm a mother.</span></strong></p>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-69423990939886614812009-04-23T19:56:00.000-07:002009-04-23T21:00:52.408-07:00Kacey and JJ's Wedding Day - part II<div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">What do you suppose Audrey is looking at?</span></em><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEw70c-i1I/AAAAAAAABBo/3WRYe4Ms9SA/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+028.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328093638406605650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEw70c-i1I/AAAAAAAABBo/3WRYe4Ms9SA/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+028.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><em>It's probably these two who were just married & introduced </em></div><div align="center"><em>as Mr. & Mrs. James Joseph <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bullard</span>.</em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEwiehpoRI/AAAAAAAABBg/wXJqiUf3vYM/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+051.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328093203023896850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEwiehpoRI/AAAAAAAABBg/wXJqiUf3vYM/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+051.jpg" /></a><em>It just doesn't seem it's been that long since I was standing</em></div><div align="center"><em>in Natalie and Lon's reception line after they were married</em>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEwHtjgrEI/AAAAAAAABBY/17pXJx6k1Z4/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+082.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328092743201762370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEwHtjgrEI/AAAAAAAABBY/17pXJx6k1Z4/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+082.jpg" /></a><em>but there they were with all of their children, daughter in law,</em>
<em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">granddaughter</span> and </em><em>new son in law.</em>
<em> </em><em>Has time really gone by that quickly?</em>
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEvBTt9WUI/AAAAAAAABBI/i5lxSaXrTCg/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+036.jpg"></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEunRsIcnI/AAAAAAAABBA/-Lklo05Qlb8/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+041.jpg"></a>
<em>Kristi & <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">JJ</span> came home for about an hour before the reception</em></div><div><em>and she still had that beautiful smile that she started</em></div><div><em>the day off with.</em></div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEuFlhghfI/AAAAAAAABA4/StZ_A1ddR-M/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328090507662886386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEuFlhghfI/AAAAAAAABA4/StZ_A1ddR-M/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+014.jpg" /></a> <em>but she knew that there was fun yet to be had</em></div><div><em>and delicious cake yet to eat.</em>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEtc0KFsAI/AAAAAAAABAw/stMR0rLmsx0/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328089807216553986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SfEtc0KFsAI/AAAAAAAABAw/stMR0rLmsx0/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+002.jpg" /></a> <em>I love you Kacey and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">JJ</span>. </em></div><div><em>Have a wonderful life together.</em></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-43783628707345143982009-04-19T16:55:00.001-07:002009-04-19T18:16:11.215-07:00April 18, 2009 - Kacey & JJ Bullard's Wedding Day<div align="center"><strong>IT'S KACEY'S WEDDING DAY!</strong></div>
<div align="center"><strong>Does this look like a happy bride?</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I say yes - and I know she IS AND WAS </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>on this special day.</strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevCu7y5NrI/AAAAAAAABAo/_KdG6KRRY2Y/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326565095876671154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevCu7y5NrI/AAAAAAAABAo/_KdG6KRRY2Y/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+018.jpg" /></a>I took plenty of pictures of the bride and groom</div><div align="center">but I'm not the one who will give you the first</div><div align="center">glimpse. I'll just share some pictures I took while</div><div align="center">we were waiting for the bride and goom to come out</div><div align="center">of the Los Angeles temple.
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevBTyEf6uI/AAAAAAAABAg/XmKz_NH93AI/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326563529898060514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevBTyEf6uI/AAAAAAAABAg/XmKz_NH93AI/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+024.jpg" /></a>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevAsbH51AI/AAAAAAAABAY/UQgCHlMazDE/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+025.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562853723427842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevAsbH51AI/AAAAAAAABAY/UQgCHlMazDE/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+025.jpg" /></a>If you don't know who this little beauty is already -
she's Kyle and Amy's little girl - Audrey.
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevAJoNwjxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/F9LPCniyKiU/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+026.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326562255942225682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SevAJoNwjxI/AAAAAAAABAQ/F9LPCniyKiU/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+026.jpg" /></a>Grandma Hess' name-sake.
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu_yBsS0nI/AAAAAAAABAI/DB2yHFD9Vp4/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+027.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561850464326258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu_yBsS0nI/AAAAAAAABAI/DB2yHFD9Vp4/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+027.jpg" /></a>This young lady below caught the bride's bouquet at the reception; the interesting
thing about that is - Kacey caught Kellie's bouquet last year ! ?
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu_dHIfK2I/AAAAAAAABAA/VFMMxSG30W8/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+043.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561491147500386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu_dHIfK2I/AAAAAAAABAA/VFMMxSG30W8/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+043.jpg" /></a>What will another 10 years bring in the life of Hannah?
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu_Awhi8MI/AAAAAAAAA_4/3b1EJnZG4iY/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326561004042252482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu_Awhi8MI/AAAAAAAAA_4/3b1EJnZG4iY/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+039.jpg" /></a>Natalie's daughter Kristi is one of the most photogenic young</div><div>girls I know. She can't take a bad picture.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu-mG3JE1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/gkvL68DE9GM/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+032.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326560546181944146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu-mG3JE1I/AAAAAAAAA_w/gkvL68DE9GM/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+032.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu-UdvmH_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/IRnJznW1wzw/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+033.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326560243086663666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu-UdvmH_I/AAAAAAAAA_o/IRnJznW1wzw/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+033.jpg" /></a>Natalie's son Kyle (Kacey's brother)</div><div>and his little beauty.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu9-UCnheI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vRKPWk59Md8/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+030.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559862524970466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu9-UCnheI/AAAAAAAAA_g/vRKPWk59Md8/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+030.jpg" /></a>Does Natalie look a little stressed? There was</div><div>really no point in trying to talk to her at this</div><div>particular time - there was too much running</div><div>through her head....a lot of which she probably</div><div>didn't need to be stressing over...but that's</div><div>just her.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu9p8L897I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ztHGVO4jT3M/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+035.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326559512524289970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu9p8L897I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ztHGVO4jT3M/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+035.jpg" /></a>Here we are at her house between the wedding</div><div>and the reception. I think I was on the phone</div><div>with the people who were trying to deliver the </div><div>cake to the reception. They couldn't get in!
</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu9ELsTq1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IH6l_1-Ub0c/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+015.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326558863851498322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu9ELsTq1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/IH6l_1-Ub0c/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+015.jpg" /></a>That got us on our feet....
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu8wSHU1QI/AAAAAAAAA_I/2r2wBBQ2HrQ/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326558521978049794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu8wSHU1QI/AAAAAAAAA_I/2r2wBBQ2HrQ/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+016.jpg" /></a>so we packed up the flowers, and everything else</div><div>that Natalie had put so many hours into prepairing</div><div>and headed off to the church.
</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu8dl357QI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dTLzMSfVMG8/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+017.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326558200864566530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu8dl357QI/AAAAAAAAA_A/dTLzMSfVMG8/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+017.jpg" /></a>Once we got there and she got things under </div><div>control we were able to sit down and relax a </div><div>little bit. Well, everyone but Natalie that is. She</div><div>was busy all night long.</div><div>Here's Kristi and Hannah - I don't know the</div><div>girl on the left but I think she's a friend of</div><div>Kacey and Sandy's.</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu8Em2un5I/AAAAAAAAA-4/gHeB0HrJ2C4/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326557771631337362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu8Em2un5I/AAAAAAAAA-4/gHeB0HrJ2C4/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+005.jpg" /></a>This is (from left) Mother, her friend Paul, and </div><div>her good friend Melvaline who flew in from</div><div>Denver to be at the wedding.
</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu7e8INzTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HBWshYoeJl0/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+007.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326557124506799410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu7e8INzTI/AAAAAAAAA-w/HBWshYoeJl0/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+007.jpg" /></a>This is who they had to detach from Kacey's </div><div>hip in order for her to get married.</div><div>Our fun, loving Sandy!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu7IehgTvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XJXoCLx8DL0/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326556738602684146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu7IehgTvI/AAAAAAAAA-o/XJXoCLx8DL0/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+009.jpg" /></a>And this is the closest thing to the bride and groom</div><div>I will be able to show you until they, or their family</div><div>share pictures themselves.
These are darling little gift boxes with chocolates inside</div><div>that were set at each place setting. </div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu6oeATcxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2ZlnLvb1jT0/s1600-h/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326556188707615506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seu6oeATcxI/AAAAAAAAA-g/2ZlnLvb1jT0/s320/Kacey+%26+JJ+wedding+day+4-18-09+021.jpg" /></a>To be continued.....
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</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-41050330563679324352009-04-17T17:02:00.000-07:002009-04-17T17:40:47.535-07:00<div align="center"><strong>Happy Easter</strong>
Spring is FINALLY here - some of our flowers </div><div align="center">are coming back to life and the temperatures are warming up.</div><div align="center">I know some of you from UT, NM, CO are saying - 'yeh right,</div><div align="center">you guys don't know anything about the cold weather.' But we</div><div align="center">have been waking up to 40 degree mornings and that's cold for here.
</div><div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekbemFmPmI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5L4cvSM_iZY/s1600-h/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325818246776372834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekbemFmPmI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/5L4cvSM_iZY/s320/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+008.jpg" /></a> We had Tracey, Brent and his kids here for Easter.</div><div align="center">This is Brent's oldest daughter Brinn and his middle </div><div align="center">child Bergen.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seka5nSly_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/HvD3cH4GkLs/s1600-h/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325817611444145138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Seka5nSly_I/AAAAAAAAA-I/HvD3cH4GkLs/s320/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+014.jpg" /></a>Brent's son Branzton is here in the red cap. Bergen again</div><div align="center">in front here. And of course Blake and Cameron on the couch,</div><div align="center">We sure enjoyed seeing them again. The last time we were together</div><div align="center">with them was at Tracey and Brent's wedding 3 or was </div><div align="center">it 4 years ago.
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sekad2hvxgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/kbhdoMjbFx8/s1600-h/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+013.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325817134497908226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sekad2hvxgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/kbhdoMjbFx8/s320/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+013.jpg" /></a>
<strong>For those of you who follow my blog, you may have</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>noticed the little box in the right hand corner that</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>says "Tracey's Baby Ticker" - well, here's Tracey</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>in all of her pregnancy glory. </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>She loves showing her baby to everyone.</strong>
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekaDbBhWXI/AAAAAAAAA94/ExVIg6E0jlw/s1600-h/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325816680438389106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekaDbBhWXI/AAAAAAAAA94/ExVIg6E0jlw/s320/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+010.jpg" /></a><strong>She was outside in the backyard letting "Charley" </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>enjoy the sunshine.</strong>
<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekZgZfnvwI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_I0j067YKj0/s1600-h/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325816078732345090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekZgZfnvwI/AAAAAAAAA9w/_I0j067YKj0/s320/April+2009++Tracey+and+Brent+visit+005.jpg" /></a><strong>Only 55 more days until the due date.</strong>
<strong>We are all looking forward to it!</strong>
<strong></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong>P.S. That's not Mike's hand on her belly...it's Brent's.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>I don't think you could get Mike to do anything like that...</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>even with her shirt pulled down.</strong></div><div align="center">
</div><div align="center"></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-954057974779333732009-04-17T16:41:00.000-07:002009-04-17T17:02:49.079-07:00Glow Sticks Galore<div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong> Have you ever played glow in the dark volleyball?</strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekVh3iPFeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/e6Oi8tkhUH8/s1600-h/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325811705929733602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekVh3iPFeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/e6Oi8tkhUH8/s320/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+006.jpg" /></a> <strong>This was our YW/YM activity last Tuesday </strong></div><div align="center">
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekVS95i0HI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YdpicO2YnzE/s1600-h/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325811449940070514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekVS95i0HI/AAAAAAAAA9g/YdpicO2YnzE/s320/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+005.jpg" /></a> <strong>We put glow sticks around our heads, necks, or arms;</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>dropped glow sticks inside a beach ball, turned the lights</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>out and volley'd away. We had a great time!</strong>
</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekUoEFe0XI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Yg64j6RhTF4/s1600-h/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325810712866378098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekUoEFe0XI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/Yg64j6RhTF4/s320/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+004.jpg" /></a>I tried to get a good picture of the action with the
lights off but this is the best I could do without
a tripod.
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekUUDv2CoI/AAAAAAAAA9I/xeQyB6J9AkU/s1600-h/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325810369178241666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SekUUDv2CoI/AAAAAAAAA9I/xeQyB6J9AkU/s320/Joint+YW+%26+YM+activity+4-15-09+008.jpg" /></a>I kind of like the way this looks though.
<strong>FAMILY - I want us to get together one night</strong>
<strong>this summer and do this. It's a blast!</strong>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-49238352100744295122009-04-05T17:53:00.000-07:002009-04-05T19:16:13.684-07:00<div align="center"> Hello ! </div><div align="center">It's been awhile since I've been able to post anything.</div><div align="center">After 10 performances, our Savior of the World production</div><div align="center"> finally came to a close. It was such an enjoyable experience </div><div align="center">for me, especially having Cara and Hannah there to share it with. </div><div align="center">I now have time to spend with my husband and my extended family!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Well, as I shared with you earlier, I have been going through some</div><div align="center">changes in my house. We ripped up all the old marble tile in the kitchen</div><div align="center">and downstairs bathroom and replaced it with Italian porcelain tile. We</div><div align="center">then ripped out the carpet in the living room, dining room and stairway and </div><div align="center">replaced it with new, up to date carpet. I'm very happy with it.....</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Come in and take a tour!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sdlb_pYII9I/AAAAAAAAA84/DxN1b4jnpbc/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+012.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321385583711888338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sdlb_pYII9I/AAAAAAAAA84/DxN1b4jnpbc/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+012.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sdlbq8-0ZTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ua4ebvANUuU/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321385228197193010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sdlbq8-0ZTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ua4ebvANUuU/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+010.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlbVnJZ1CI/AAAAAAAAA8o/n0uMKbktXq8/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+011.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321384861558756386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlbVnJZ1CI/AAAAAAAAA8o/n0uMKbktXq8/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+011.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sdla8DrNjNI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XC7gqtKwG1A/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321384422540152018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sdla8DrNjNI/AAAAAAAAA8g/XC7gqtKwG1A/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+009.jpg" /></a>
This is an arrangement I made today to brighten up the</div><div>corner we have next to the fireplace.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlYHqQOGxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/oibpwxXgOm0/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321381323339602706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlYHqQOGxI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/oibpwxXgOm0/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+014.jpg" /></a>Mike wanted something with an island theme to go </div><div>with the sea turtle piece we bought in Hawaii.</div><div>
Here is our finished fireplace; it sure makes the room feel cleaner.</div><div>Maybe because it is!
</div><div><div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlV1tK6GDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/q0XVkpXIErw/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+008.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321378815861725234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlV1tK6GDI/AAAAAAAAA8A/q0XVkpXIErw/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+008.jpg" /></a>
<span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Now I have to share what we did in Hannah's room.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>We wanted to paint the wall's after she moved into</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Blake's old room. She decided she would like a waterfall</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>on one wall so I hired Susie Sims, a muralist in our ward</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>to come and do her magic. </em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Here is how it came to be.</em></span></div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlVNUJUSHI/AAAAAAAAA74/gGxljxRkeJM/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321378121949399154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlVNUJUSHI/AAAAAAAAA74/gGxljxRkeJM/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+001.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlU5Lk8yyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/BGDaeyw7EWk/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321377776051997474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlU5Lk8yyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/BGDaeyw7EWk/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+002.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlUa69OOqI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YLty_DmHDiQ/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321377256194325154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlUa69OOqI/AAAAAAAAA7o/YLty_DmHDiQ/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+003.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlTgO-eaaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/28WfV_xClmY/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321376247956007330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlTgO-eaaI/AAAAAAAAA7g/28WfV_xClmY/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+004.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlTKvS1fCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HdmQJXsWBW8/s1600-h/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+006.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321375878674218018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SdlTKvS1fCI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HdmQJXsWBW8/s320/Hannah%27s+mural+and+finished+floor+downstairs+006.jpg" /></a>
<strong><em>And she does it all freehand! </em></strong></div><div><strong><em>No sketching it out beforehand.</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>I was amazed by her talent; and Hannah loved it.</em></strong></div><div><strong><em>Now we're in the process of decorating with an island theme in her room.</em></strong>
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</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-42585075753334041572009-03-16T12:37:00.000-07:002009-03-17T10:18:02.849-07:00Can We Keep Him?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sb_acAMNHrI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/9MHY8X6Y04k/s1600-h/3-14-09+Heart+Attack+%26+Stray+Dog+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314206259942858418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sb_acAMNHrI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/9MHY8X6Y04k/s320/3-14-09+Heart+Attack+%26+Stray+Dog+007.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">It's bound to happen in almost every child's lifetime.....a stray animal wanders into their yard and there's an instant attachment - in hope's that mom and dad will let them keep this poor unfortunate animal.</span></strong></div>
<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I believe most of you who read this will know that the area we live in is very wild as far as animals go....by that I mean - coyote's, bobcat's, hawks, and even an occasional cougar sighting. </span></div><div align="center">
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Call me a fool, or call me tenderhearted. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I couldn't allow this dog to roam the streets and become a meal for the coyote's. We had just witnessed (two nights prior) our neighbor's dog being snatched and had to listen to the poor thing being carried away down the hillside. </span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313875770872186018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sb6t3AdkRKI/AAAAAAAAA64/kHUugG_MFVc/s320/3-14-09+Heart+Attack+%26+Stray+Dog+008.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313876243483306370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sb6uShE1qYI/AAAAAAAAA7A/pOzbnfZrnqA/s320/3-14-09+Heart+Attack+%26+Stray+Dog+009.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313876777189670610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/Sb6uxlSWftI/AAAAAAAAA7I/hT2vEyrEuG0/s320/3-14-09+Heart+Attack+%26+Stray+Dog+010.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;">So after keeping him in the garage for 24 hours Hannah and Cara gave him a flea dip/bath and then of course the next step was talking us into letting 'him' sleep in Hannah's room with her. Dad said "yes, but Monday we're calling the pound - we will not have a dog"!</span>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">GUESS WHAT - We now have a dog! </span></p>
<p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I may be sorry I caved in; in fact it's likely I will be sorry. But right now we have a very happy little girl. I couldn't bear to watch her cry as the pound carried the dog away. So far she has been very responsible - we'll see how long that lasts. </span>
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<div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-44729737630833212262009-03-09T16:19:00.000-07:002009-03-10T10:07:29.794-07:00Bad News/Good News<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm in a mess again!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXDTlD4DEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_-o_GtuFcP8/s1600-h/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311366076686666818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXDTlD4DEI/AAAAAAAAA5s/_-o_GtuFcP8/s320/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+009.jpg" border="0" /></a> From my family room.....
</div><div align="center"><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXCWnZEBlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dvStVzzg1xY/s1600-h/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311365029340382802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXCWnZEBlI/AAAAAAAAA5c/dvStVzzg1xY/s320/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> to my kitchen/entry way/dining room.
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXB-oNXCxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NVXFq7qOyBE/s1600-h/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311364617242872594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXB-oNXCxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/NVXFq7qOyBE/s320/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+018.jpg" border="0" /></a>I try to talk myself into feeling good about not having </div><div>to dust and do housework because when I DO decide to </div><div>dust - it just looks like this the next day.
</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXBrxQgpiI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3O4uUpWjWTA/s1600-h/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311364293254489634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXBrxQgpiI/AAAAAAAAA5M/3O4uUpWjWTA/s320/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+017.jpg" border="0" /></a>Everything I touch has that gritty, dusty feeling.</div><div> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXAzIo_t1I/AAAAAAAAA48/rFWXTik06ro/s1600-h/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311363320278660946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXAzIo_t1I/AAAAAAAAA48/rFWXTik06ro/s320/3-9-2009+kitchen+tile+007.jpg" border="0" /></a>I am soooo ready for contractors to be done <div><div>so I can claim by home again, get rid of all</div><div>the dust and be able to use the downstairs</div><div>bathroom without feeling the way I do when</div><div>I go into a public restroom.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I do have a reprieve I can count on though, </span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">and it's exactly what is needed when I'm in</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a turmoil.</span></strong></div>
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311332309372771234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbWkmEA4G6I/AAAAAAAAA4U/QYFL7hkvm04/s320/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+006.jpg" border="0" />
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXATX34F4I/AAAAAAAAA40/fN6zh97sA0g/s1600-h/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311362774611793794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbXATX34F4I/AAAAAAAAA40/fN6zh97sA0g/s320/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>It's the <strong>Savior of the World</strong> practices.</div><div>Cara, Hannah and I are given this </div><div>"shelter from the storm" </div><div>where we are touched by the spirit</div><div>so often as we go through the rehearsals.
</div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbWldy1vUCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PLMAveg7vLk/s1600-h/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311333266835329058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbWldy1vUCI/AAAAAAAAA4s/PLMAveg7vLk/s320/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+009.jpg" border="0" /></a>The man in the white T shirt has such a fabulous</div><div>voice that he brings me to tears each time he sings</div><div>his solos.</div><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbWlJisfXcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZiS74_SqbxY/s1600-h/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311332918904184258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SbWlJisfXcI/AAAAAAAAA4k/ZiS74_SqbxY/s320/3-7-09+SOTW+Practice+002.jpg" border="0" /></a>Here are two "angels" from the Angel Choir.</div><div>Her name is Tami Lewis and she has the most</div><div>beautiful voice. I am so lucky to be able to stand</div><div>next to her.</div><div> </div><div>I know I've talked a lot about this production to my family.</div><div>I have to encourage you to get tickets and come see the performance. </div><div>Not becuase I'm trying to sell tickets....only becuase it will be a </div><div>production that truely touches your soul.</div><div>It's a great message for this Easter season so bring non-member friends.</div><div>If you're interested - go to:</div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">anaheimproductions.com</span></div><div>where you'll be able to purchase tickets. </div><div>You won't regret it - I promise.
If you browse around the site you may even run across </div><div>some pictures of people you recognize.</div><div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7129557381398150862.post-37512950387695567882009-02-23T22:02:00.000-08:002009-02-23T22:45:28.359-08:00Yee...Haw!<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:georgia;">Okay - are you ready for a funny story?</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Last month Mike and I went to the annual Halcyon fund raiser/silent auction where I browsed around putting my name on a number of items that I was interested in. I came across a particular one of interest which was labeled </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>"PBR -Ford Tough". Well, I thought "Hum, I'll bet this is a monster truck event, I'm going to bid on this and give the seats to my boys if I get it." I continued to keep my eye on it through the evening and noticed that a friend of ours was bidding on it as well. Just before the bidding was coming to a close this friend came up to me and said, "Shelley, if you'll quit bidding against me I'll take you and Mike with us". I proceeded to tell him that I really wasn't sure what I was bidding on but I thought it was a monster truck event. Wasn't I surprised when <em>he</em> won the bid and I found out it was not a monster truck event, but professional bull riding! </strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>This was NOT your typical rodeo!
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<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaORB9mIIbI/AAAAAAAAA4E/C5ovbATlJFY/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306244248872952242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaORB9mIIbI/AAAAAAAAA4E/C5ovbATlJFY/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+003.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<span style="font-family:georgia;">If you can't make this out....the red is the eye of a bull head they had attached to the bull shoots. There is smoke coming out of the nostrils.</span>
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOQtx674xI/AAAAAAAAA38/FK7rxtUkLH4/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306243902141621010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOQtx674xI/AAAAAAAAA38/FK7rxtUkLH4/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+005.jpg" border="0" /></a>
Here they are introducing the bull riders.
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOQduuPSdI/AAAAAAAAA30/Pqb8VjswA2k/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306243626405153234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOQduuPSdI/AAAAAAAAA30/Pqb8VjswA2k/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+004.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOP46pmbcI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Efe_Nl7CYHw/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306242993951763906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOP46pmbcI/AAAAAAAAA3k/Efe_Nl7CYHw/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+023.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOPoZIiFWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UwvujRligyQ/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306242710076790114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOPoZIiFWI/AAAAAAAAA3c/UwvujRligyQ/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+015.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our seats were located in the Mayors suite which we shared with a few other people he had so generously given the opportunity to come and see the show.</div><div>I wonder why the mayor of Anaheim didn't want to come????
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Mike decided to buy some peanuts but he was a little confused about where to throw the shells.</div><div>It was a little different than being at a baseball game!</div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOPPYuYlCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/PDQOPUBK32c/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306242280470385698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOPPYuYlCI/AAAAAAAAA3U/PDQOPUBK32c/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+016.jpg" border="0" /></a>
After he made the mess on the floor - but not before the last bull had been ridden - we high tailed it out of there in case they pulled out the vacuum and made us clean up the peanut shells.
<div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOPB37T3QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/TuqMF5Pdgdw/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306242048327933186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOPB37T3QI/AAAAAAAAA3M/TuqMF5Pdgdw/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+025.jpg" border="0" /></a>
<div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOOvClpgZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YrgPSvNnVAI/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306241724772352402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOOvClpgZI/AAAAAAAAA3E/YrgPSvNnVAI/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+027.jpg" border="0" /></a>Thanks Doug and Patsy for a "not your typical date night out".</div><div>It was fun entertainment but wonderful company.
<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOOgi22v2I/AAAAAAAAA28/28LaoSwHYlo/s1600-h/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306241475736420194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jakYD2RTWuE/SaOOgi22v2I/AAAAAAAAA28/28LaoSwHYlo/s320/Feb.+19,+2009+Pro+Bull+Riding+with+the+Elliott%27s+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Shelleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00156456014574020147noreply@blogger.com4