tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48974325055334298292023-11-16T08:31:23.914-06:00Albertson bumps on a blogwe're just plain crazyUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-31643407817389328642009-08-24T08:33:00.003-05:002009-08-24T09:53:36.535-05:00In which Caryn is STILL trying to catch up!It's been long enough that now shame is starting to set in. Many things have happened...most of them medically related. I have henceforth decided to dub this year, 2009, the year of medical woes, or MW's. I mean we are in August for crying out loud and I think we just completed our 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> trip to the ER, not to mention numerous Dr.s appointments. So lets back track a bit. Last year we noticed that Walker would have these moments where he would "zone out" and at first we just thought that he was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ignoring</span> us...then we would try to get his attention and he wouldn't listen...so we would yell...nothing. So i started to pat his face or flick him to get some sort of reaction and there was nothing not even a twitch to acknowledge that he had been flicked. These episodes would happen anywhere between 5-7 times a day and maybe last a total of 5-15 seconds ( and when it's happening it seems a lot longer). We <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">kept</span> swearing that we would take him in...then in January they stopped. All was well, until they started back up again in March...and we went back and forth on what to do. I thought i knew what it was, but we didn't have any way of knowing. So in June I finally decided that we had to get on this, when, Walker started walking while he was zoning...he would just veer off and walk. Short of picking him up and carrying him he would just keep walking <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">until</span> he came out of it...and we'd ask him where were you going and he would say "i don't know". The last straw was when I told him to climb up into his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">car seat</span> (which he does quite well) and I turned to put my purse in my chair and when I went to buckle Walker in he was standing in the middle of the parking lot lane...I went and grabbed him and thought unless we get him help. He could be putting himself in real danger <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">and</span> not even know what he's doing. I took him in and we met with his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Pediatrician</span> and I told her what was happening and that I'm not a crazy mom...I believe that Heavenly Father was really blessing us because Walker had 2 episodes in the 10 minute time frame of our Dr. visit...not only that she had done a "something medical thing" for 2 years with a neurologist so she had seen it before and knew the quickest route to go. She set us up to have an EEG done on Walker before he had an appointment with a neurologist so that all the work would be done for them to look at. So while we wait untill August for Walker's EEG let me fill you in on what else is going on. Meanwhile, David was released as the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Elders</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Quorum</span> President and was called as a Seminary teacher. In July David's sister and her family came to visit (5 boys)and his Mom and Dad (and 2 kids) came to visit...so we had a house of 15....and our dog. During which time Caryn took another visit to the ER...this time for severe abdominal cramping...after 4 hours, they told me I was fine and sent me home. Had the cramping all week went back to the Dr. and they said we found blood in your urine but no infections or anything so they did a cat scan....again nothing was wrong...so I guess I was just faking it for a week. This is all while <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">David</span> family is here...then the Bishop wants to talk to me so he comes over to our house which is bursting at <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">the</span> seems with family and we step outside....now let me, let you in on a little secret I KNEW the Bishop wasn't here to see me...well let's put it this way I knew there were "changes" in the ward and a few people were gonna get moved around but I had only been in Primary for like 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">mths</span> so i figured he was there because I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">was</span> going to be released and put in as a Primary teacher or I was going to be asked to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">David's</span> seminary helper (and no I don't think seminary helper is a real calling). So we are standing on my front porch and Bishop says Caryn we'd like to extend to you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">the</span> calling of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Primary</span> President!!!!!!! WHAT THE.....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">uhhhhh</span>..... wait .......the current Primary President has only been in less that year and a half.....are you sure....and of course me being me and feeling well astounded I just laughed and said NO WAY ....noooooo .....laugh ......what.. ......nooooo.....give me a minute.....after I did this for like 3 min I looked over and there was our good bishop just waiting... and I realized what a dork I'd been. I said ..."of course I'll accept I'm sorry I kind of over reacted, but yes I'll serve in what ever way you need". If that isn't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">classic</span> Caryn a great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">spiritual</span> moment and I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">dorked</span> it up! I have to say that it was a punch that came out of nowhere! I also wasn't real thrilled to be following in Meridith <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">DeLaMare's</span> footsteps (her husband got a stake calling so they had to release her, but she made it look so easy and she was so organized...why....why)...so we will see where this adventure takes us. Now back to Walker...on Aug 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">th</span> we took him to Children's Mercy Hospital where after only 4 hrs of sleep in a 24 hr period he was hooked up to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">the</span> EEG machine and was tested...then we had lunch with Aunt Kristi (she was our designated driver) and then we came back <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">and</span> meet with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">the</span> neurologist where they diagnosed Walker with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">Petit</span> Mal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">Epilepsy</span> also know as Absence Seizures. So we are just now starting to get him on his medication so it will help with the seizures and hopefully Walker will out grow it in the next 10yrs or so. BUT wait we aren't done because the Crowning glory is that Walker walked into the corner of our wall (we think he was having a seizure (they are harmless...no body <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">convulsions</span>...just "zoning")) anyway he hit it just right and put a nice size gash into his fore head...So we took yet ANOTHER trip to the ER to get his little head put back together. SO now you know,that if I haven't gotten around to blogging...and if there is another <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">significant</span> pause in my writing, I'm either at the ER or a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">Dr</span>.'s office or very busy drowning in my Primary calling. ......as soon as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">Dave</span> gets home I'll post some Walker pictures!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-75667688471326173122009-05-10T23:23:00.005-05:002009-05-11T11:13:12.570-05:00In Which...Caryn tries to catch upOkay so I really like how Natalie Allen starts off her blog posts it's cute and catchy ( hers start out "the one where...." )and I'd like to steal the idea. Walker and I have been reading "Winnie the Pooh" by A. A. Milne.... and he starts his chapters off with "In which Pooh and Tigger etc..." so I'm stealing that too... not an original thought in my head! So in looking back to try to catch you up I realized that I had an omen on Jan 1, 2009 the first day of this "Awesome year"...what was the omen....I got one of those little helicopter caught in my hair....who starts out their year like that.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-nleEV1YWjrooTISytFxDcvVoqFu3H3tf25ZAm3GFho2y04XFIgldHa_1WTIMcB8H0X6AfyLK7mr3c70q1A1yy20e-N9GH0VG2vchaeFhvNmDvwHHhJN6bnBMlgltNiyN0xwb52Csg/s1600-h/helicopter+hair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 96px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu-nleEV1YWjrooTISytFxDcvVoqFu3H3tf25ZAm3GFho2y04XFIgldHa_1WTIMcB8H0X6AfyLK7mr3c70q1A1yy20e-N9GH0VG2vchaeFhvNmDvwHHhJN6bnBMlgltNiyN0xwb52Csg/s320/helicopter+hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334420375037550930" border="0" /></a>Then I had the whole Hospital thing happen that I blogged about but then magically deleted...but I will give you the cliff's notes version... woke up on Thursday morning to a sharp pain in my back ...I thought I slept on my back wrong so I got up and stretched it out...but it kept getting worse then I began to feel the need to throw up, so I threw up and figured I had the stomach flu. Went back to bed, but was just feeling so uneasy, I felt i had to throw up again, I was so uncomfortable, my back hurt from feeling sick...it just got to be too much so I made myself throw up. I was so desperate for a break in the pain...after that I went back and laid down. At that point, I realized I was trying not to breath too much because that hurt, I was shaking and there was no relief. That's all I want was a moment of relief, just to take a breath and steady myself. David meanwhile was try to help, and usually I'll tell him exactly what he can do to help... but this time, between crying, all I could do was ask him to make it stop hurting...looking back this may have freaked him out, but I was a bit busy so.... Anyway I guess I got to a point where I realized that I was vomiting because of the back pain, not the cause of the back pain was because of the vomiting...and I wanted an ambulance, because they could get me some form of medicine, FAST!!! So I told David we have to go to the Hospital NOW something is wrong. By the time we got to the ER I could barely walk, and I was shaking so violently that I couldn't write my name, Quinten had to help me. They called me back to "check me in" and the nurse is asking questions and i can't talk, I'm trying not to breathe, and trying not to scream "DRUGS, I NEED DRUGS", so I was a bit annoyed, and I know it is their job, and to to be honest, they got me back there really fast (it didn't feel like it at the time because I swear time had slowed down to taunt me). My favorite part was being asked the question "...on a scale of 1-10, 10 being the most painful, how would you rate your...I cut her off to say "10, I'm a 10 now". A 10 is when you say to yourself, if you can't fix this, then for real I'd rather be dead (I'm not joking). They got me in a ER room and the ER nurse came in and said "...on a scale of 1-10"...she looked at me and said "Never mind honey your a ten"...within in mere moments I had an IV, and morphine coursing through me. (anyone still reading) I now love morphine. About an hour after I had calmed down, they did a scan and found a kidney stone....yep a tiny little stone was wreaking so much havoc. Now here is how the explained it to me, 1-2mm stones are normal, 2-3mm are big, 4-5mm your probably going to need some "help" getting them out...mine was 6mm! I never do anything small ...and I loved the way that the nurses were all "ughhh a 6mm you poor thing".... see at this point I had a Morphine crush on all the nurses. I truly loved them for helping deliver the medication that was keeping the pain at bay. So long story short I was admitted and at 7:00 am the next day I had surgery to have the Stone broken up and removed, and then have a stint put in. Then I got to enjoy more manageable pain and pee blood, and lay comatose on a couch for the next week until the stint was removed. People say that having a kidney stone as painful as labor....I'd like to say a stone is worse (at least mine was)...and at the end of labor you get a baby for all your pain and suffering....Kidney stones...nothing. It also put a good perspective on my pain tolerance....the whole rest of the stay when asked the "from 1 to 10 pain question" I was always like well this is no ten, so like a 6-7, it hurts but I'm happy its not a 10. The good news is that once you have had a stone you are more likely to get them...AWESOME! So moving on from that I spent February trying to recover....I spent March gagging over the hospital bill that just kept rolling in. April my insurance was kind enough to drop coverage of my insulin I was using but, said if I still wanted it I could spend $269 to get it a month...so I had to switch back to the other stuff...and we went from a 2 car family to a 1 car family ...NOT by choice. Then we went roller skating with The Johnson's and I was trying to do a Double Back flip on my skates...okay fine I was going really fast and tried to stop and totally biffed it...and the first thing to hit the hard floor...my knee..followed my all of my body weight on it...I'm honestly surprised that I didn't shatter my knee. 4 days later on a rainy Wed evening at my mom and dads I came into the entry way and my wet sandals, and their ceramic tile met briefly as my feet went flying out from under me...I landed almost simultaneously on my rear and back of my head. When my head hit I yelled out in pain and everything flashed white. My thud and yell were followed by the doorbell ringing. So whoever rang the bell got to hear the whole thing. Not only that but then my mom and dad came into the entry way yelling "what was that"...What happened" "are you okay" "what was that noise" "Caryn fell" and the entire time I'm thinking painfully there are people still at the door waiting to come in...so I'm like "answer the door"...and who is outside but my mom and dad's Home Teachers...(Stake)President and Sister Goodson. Does it get any better? I took off in flash and got home and iced the small planet that had formed on the back of my head. Now everyone was all freaked out because that actress had just died from a hit to the head. But I made it clear my hospital days were done...until Friday when I still was sleepy and my head was still pounding and was finally convinced that i should get it checked out... So back to the Hospital..weeee! What did they ask "on a scale of 1-10 ....." I said listen " I had a stone and that was a ten this is like a three", because I can't think of another kind of pain that can top the stone. So after a CT scan all is well in my head (insert head joke here) and now we are looking forward to a new round of jaw dropping bills. So I know that was a lot and well pretty whine-e...so let me tell you about the great things that have Happened. Our great friend Melanie got baptized and it was amazing to be a part of it and learn with her. We acquired a dog a small shi-tzu named Winston that has been passed around the family, and yes he has his moments, but our boys love him and we have a lot of fun with him. Going to the hospital helped me realized how thankful I am for so many things...people in the ward...daivd...my mom and dad...being healthy. Losing a car helped David and i see that we can still be happy and loving and thrive even if we don't have everything the way we want it...as long as we are doing thing the way the lord wants it, we'll be okay...honestly okay. I learned nothing from having the helicopter stuck in my hair!?!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-78966264831609286972009-02-03T01:01:00.002-06:002009-02-03T01:23:03.392-06:00more Little AmericaThis post is for my idol Heidi, whom I have a blog crush on. So I now know that you are also a traveler of i-80...so Little America was like the "we are actually getting close to having this ordeal over with" point. We always did potty breaks there and ate ice cream there... to this day I swear someone brings it up and I have to use the restroom and crave a vanilla cone (I preferred the vanilla over chocolate or twist). Anyway now when we stop on our way out to Idaho we stop because they have some of the nicest bathrooms around (you go to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">convenience</span> store by the gas pumps) and by nice I mean when you go in it is floor to ceiling walls so I can take my kids in with me and not worry about them crawling under four stalls while I'm trying to get my pants up. I even had a "blow out" with one of my children, and so I had to spend like 20 min in that restroom area giving my child a sink bath and changing clothes...its a good bathroom! But my best memory was when David and I got married we had to drive out to MO so the day after our wedding we headed out, but we "lingered" to long and got quite a late start and we went from Provo to Little America (like 4 hrs) and we decided that we were too tired and need to stop so we stayed at the Little America hotel....now it was 1998 but OH MY GOSH the rooms were ghastly. We apparently got the red room...guess what it was decorated in...guess. Red carpet, red vinyl chairs, red and white print curtains and spread....in was nauseating.... and they had 3 channel...TOTAL...and we actually watched on....called "Let's Eat"it was on the eating habits of insects.....how's that for our second night together! we have a chuckle when ever we go back to visit and say remember when we were to lazy to drive 45min more and get a normal hotel room.....has any one else stayed there? where there different colored themed rooms...have they remodeled? anyone ? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Bueller</span>? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bueller</span>?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-12212638639373459212009-02-01T15:19:00.003-06:002009-02-01T16:31:50.632-06:00Where did Carrie go<div>Okay I Just spent like 2 hrs typing to you the experience of me being in the Hospital recently and toward the end I somehow (?) Deleted the ENTIRE flippin' thing and I'm soooooooo cheesed off right now and while I was trying to find ways to retrieve it I came upon this which I wrote but never posted ....yes it happened in July but enjoy it anyway!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">JULY<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><br />That is the question burning in the minds of my 5 loyal fans ( note I upped the number from 3). </div><br />Well the long and short of it is we took a small vacation...no, took a trip...no a longish trek! that's it...Quinten, Walker, and I along with Nana & Papa packed up and headed out to Idaho to Kristi's Graduation from BYU-Idaho (we are very proud of her!) we left early Wednesday morning and drove to Cheyenne WY and stopped and took the kids swimming and then we went to eat at olive garden...where we got free dessert (not that any one cares)... the next day we took off and drove to SLC, UT and stayed with my beautiful Aunt Julie. Friday morning we packed up and drove to Rexburg, ID where we at lunch by the Idaho Falls Temple and then went to meet Kristi and be there for her Graduation Ceremony...Which I will be honest with you they pack it in like crazy we had like 15 min to get from one Auditorium to the next for the diploma's...there were a lot of people dashing about madly...Now I have to pause to give a shout out to my sister Kristin...WOW she spent that week packing her life in Rexburg up ...writing papers, taking test and finals did her apartment cleaning...went with out sleep for like 4 days and took two finals Friday finished the last one rushed up to meet us and take us to where we needed to be and the had back to back ceremonies stayed up all night to finish cleaning (and maybe a bit of playing ) and packing so we could be out of Rexburg early sat....wow what a gal!!! So Saturday morning we got the van fully loaded and Kristi's car loaded and we take off and back down to my aunt Julies...this was fun because we had walkie talkies and that's just fun! Back at Julies we had a great dinner and I was able to see 5 out of 6 of my Attridge cousins whom I had not seen in well...years. Now here is where the real adventure begins...we awoke and we left SLC by like 7:30 in the morning. Kristi and I were in the van with the boys, and mom and dad were in Kristi's car with ...each other...I was driving the luxury mini-van...(anything bigger that my car and with leather seats is luxury!) and just to be fair ( I didn't want to hog all of the driving time) I offered to let Kristi drive and to be fair she said okay, even though we both knew she had to be just exhausted...anyway about 45-60 min into her driving the van begin to make a noise and pull... we figured it was a combination of a strong cross wind and crummy road so she switched lanes and to be fair it got quieter...but about 5 min later we heard it again followed by a loud noise and a heavy tugging of the van ...unfortunately for us we were in the left hand lane and Kristi held it together while we waited for the semi to pass and the semi to get off of the on ramp before we could pull the car over to the side of the road. By the time we got off, you could hear the grinding noise of the rim of the wheel on the asphalt. We got out to check and the back tire had TOTALLY blown off the rim there was nothing left but the tread, the sides had blown off. Mom and Dad came over and got Kristi and took care of her... She was very brave she held it together and did a great job, and as soon as mom and dad where there she allowed her self to lose it... I would have been terrified if it were me....and what was I doing you ask, well apparently I handle my fear a bit differently than others, I got out and took pictures...Papa "the man of the Hour" got the spare on and we sped, at the death defying speed of 40mph to Little America..anyone who has ever traveled i-80 knows what I'm talking about. There we tried to get the back tire fixed but they didn't have our kind so my mom and dad had to hop into Kristi's car and travel the 45 min to Rock Springs and get two new tires (and because that did have the exact tire we needed and the two back tires needed to be the same) During this time Kristi and i stayed at Little America and played on the playground with the boys...it was a fun time we were happy to be alive and we were thrilled that we drove around back behind lLittle America and dumped our tire by the trash so that we didn't have to pay the 5$ disposal fee . Once Mom and got back we got and ice cream and headed out again but this time dad drove the van I think we was pretty worried about his kids driving a van with different front and back tires. So that night we get into our hotel and we all go swimming but i think the whole experience has taken a few years off all of us...we wake up the next morning and Dad is still stressed about the tire situation so in the afternoon we stop in Nebraska and we get ALL the tires checked and fixed, and apparently the tire guy said that the ones in the front were showing signs for also blowing out...how blessed are we. i know that before we left my dad spent time out in that parking lot either giving the car a blessing to last until we could get it fixed, or kneeling down in the parking lot saying a prayer...what a man of great faith...and I know that we were absolutely watched over because of that. The great part was that this all went down on my birthday and so now one really was atuned to that and to be honest I felt there were more important things to worry about then my b-day....(and I was away from David so blah anyway)...needless to say we made it home safe and sound and we have some great pictures of Kristi standing the tire bits.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-29293302121768732272008-12-04T08:53:00.005-06:002008-12-05T12:56:03.434-06:00I WIN...kind of<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoAwBv4WPfvvsCwSVeHO5KsJdUej1uRsRhAa_tNO9gB3LgSw3tlxPJKOqBPhz27xQYReZbGCipyUMIvAo_8os3uRolkKKEslMEpwp5IFpU5lHddUIHkzU8nHz_iMysEykMNskItWY9g/s1600-h/PB230003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276381690324911682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVoAwBv4WPfvvsCwSVeHO5KsJdUej1uRsRhAa_tNO9gB3LgSw3tlxPJKOqBPhz27xQYReZbGCipyUMIvAo_8os3uRolkKKEslMEpwp5IFpU5lHddUIHkzU8nHz_iMysEykMNskItWY9g/s320/PB230003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>the battle is over...the war is won! Since I'm the one typing this blog you may be able to deduce that I am the victor of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> tree battle. After I spend a solid week sitting for hours changing hundreds and hundreds of light bulbs (we are talking removing the glass bulb and re threading it into the old green sockets for the tree...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">uber</span></span> time consuming), the tree has been lit and decorated...and now two strands of lights are out....but I don't care I can't put anything else into that tree and retain my sanity, so I guess we'll call it a draw! I did <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">appreciate</span> David's dance off comments regarding the tree...I think I was more amazed at how many "dance terms" he knew! There are so many thing to do this season and I hope I don't put everything off till the last minute. There are cookies, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pretzels</span> to make, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Christmas</span> letters to write, gifts to make, presents to wrap, lights to hang, Chris<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tmas</span></span> parties to plan and to attend... there are kids to watch every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">possible</span> Christmas movie with..see we are so busy. So I'd like to contribute something <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">worthwhile</span> this beautiful season...something uplifting...gifts that I feel I have been blessed with over the past 31yrs. My kids...My wonderful children (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">David</span> included). I don't think <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">David</span> and I had any clue what we were getting ourselves into, I guess we assumed that we would have kids and that we would grow as a family as simple as 1-2-3. Instead we were sent two huge personalities, and trials, good times, bad times, laughter and tears....I couldn't fathom how empty our life would be with out our boys. Our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Quinten</span></span> who is so impossibly 9, ...and our <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">OCD</span></span> 3yr old. they are my greatest joy....from reading books to them, to being annoyed that I'm the only one who can wipe Walkers rear...taking naps with the boys, or tickling them till they cry...life is good. I'm so blessed that our Father in Heaven choose me to take care of these AMAZING children...what a wonderful plan he has for us to be with and stay with our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">families</span> for eternity.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-40930782827298816222008-11-19T16:01:00.003-06:002008-11-19T16:07:50.120-06:00I haven't been on here in a while and I'm dropping a quick note to let you know it may be awhile. You see I'm engaged in an Epic Battle right now...just me and our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Christmas</span> tree...like nature intended. Right now the tree is winning, but the tide may turn my friends. I will post more later...if I live!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-64207957570170463432008-11-07T11:52:00.002-06:002008-11-07T11:52:52.479-06:00HalloweenI should blog about Halloween and such but I'm just to busy ...or lazy, either oneUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-89556884992708049552008-10-27T08:41:00.002-05:002008-10-27T09:58:06.336-05:00Dr. TeethFirst I'd like to state that I'm posting because I find it somewhat disturbing to log onto my blog and the first thing I'm assaulted with is MY FACE! Trust me I see it enough every day. Second...Dr. Teeth is one of the cooler Muppets, and yes I love the Muppets! Okay, so I"m gonna blog about my son Quinten whom I adore...but that child can drive up a wall so fast and is, Walker can drive David up a wall just as quickly...So as long as we are balanced I guess we are okay! Anyway, Quinten is in the Third grade and has only lost 5 teeth..and each tooth that has come out has been a Broadway production. I think that I pulled the first one and it was like 2-3 hours to get him to let me touch it...it was a dangler and it was time to come out...but he just couldn't let us touch it. We are talking screaming... and crying...and at this point that was us just trying to touch it...by the time I got to wiggle it he, and I'm NOT kidding, spidermaned up the corner of the shower in an attempt to get away. It was unreal....! After a while i think I threatened his life, or the life of a toy and he let me put my two fingers in his mouth, and before he could jerk away I popped it out. He instantly froze and was like "That's it ...that didn't hurt!" Then he was so proud that he went to check it out in the mirror, and when he saw the blood he went straight back to flip-out town. Which leads us into tooth #2, he was so over the top and adamant that we not touch it that he ended up accidentally swallowing it. Tooth #3 was just as wiggly but Quinten had a firm policy....Mom and Dad ="NO TOUCHY!" So what happened, it got kicked out at Karate. (mom was VERY happy about this, because it was his other front tooth...first front tooth was swallowed...and it had become this hideous snaggle tooth right in the middle of his mouth) At this point Quinten decided to rethink his no touch policy, and let me pull tooth #4...but I had to spend an hour talking him into it and talking him down from hysterics.... It just drives me crazy, with his teeth it gets to a point where he can't even eat because the tooth is so loose and he doesn't want to swallow it but he doesn't want it pulled, EVEN thought every time after it's pulled he is like instantly okay and like phew glad that's done. Anyway tooth #5 Drama... I had told Quinten a week ago that his top side tooth was wiggly and he would most likely loose it in about 2-3 weeks (trying to give him some time to mentally get ready for it). Well 2 days later he bit an apple and it just gave way, but Q didn't tell me this so I checked his teeth a day or two later and imagine my surprise when his tooth almost came out. I said "Quinten that tooth is ready " and Quinten's reply "You said 2 weeks mom, not before two weeks!" I said, "Um that was before you bit the apple, and I don't remember signing a contract with you about it NOT coming out before the two weeks." So wanting to avoid any meltdowns, I let it go for two more days, and in those two days he kept biting things that would make to more loose. So Friday morning after Quinten declared that he couldn't eat breakfast because of his tooth, I called him back to the bathroom and looked him in the eye and said, "That tooth is coming out!" he immediately lost all bone structure and went limp, he began to flail around, and cry...(Reader please keep in mind that I HAD NOT touched the tooth)...after about 5 min he stood back up and after 2 tries (he kept jerking) we had it out and he got his shoes and socks on and skipped off to school. Then to add insult to injury the Tooth Fairy didn't show up for two days. I told Quinten that the Tooth Fairy is a jerk...of maybe she forgot...or maybe shes on vacation... WE decided that it must be Vacation because she was back and gave him some moo-la last night. WHEW!!!! Now I view Quintens mouth with a bit of horror...on one hand I see all the rest of his baby teeth as future meltdowns and I see the havoc that his adult teeth are wreaking and I can see braces and huge dental bills....Did I mention how much I love Quinten! If this is how it's gonna go down I'm just take walker in and have them remove all of his teeth in one swoop, then let him just "gum" everything until the adult teeth are in! 'Till next time intrepid reader....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-31053920256132943122008-10-20T09:14:00.004-05:002008-10-20T09:33:24.219-05:00This one's for Kristi!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirojeQawuhjATMksAFcVQyiFdtdO_4_ggVDT7lhDalvZflMF0tklD1uXpXq0QQWxtRb3Y5_IPYPqAo1HnvEmiJEmp91zOhFZrugAoDY3OD24th45sEy8oPb2naAbEdGEfiORoJSV8Lbg/s1600-h/PA190002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240057052992754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirojeQawuhjATMksAFcVQyiFdtdO_4_ggVDT7lhDalvZflMF0tklD1uXpXq0QQWxtRb3Y5_IPYPqAo1HnvEmiJEmp91zOhFZrugAoDY3OD24th45sEy8oPb2naAbEdGEfiORoJSV8Lbg/s320/PA190002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVKXF8GB4_oh-VJ9baJlf2IBQi78hcWUeSl-0-UsFGRkeL-R-HlxzkOfcr5j-D1nQ7JPIg_bio9GOsaMMm1no-ZGbrwY-XFksI_yU5TWgqSH2TrXO_yIvWN2NfavhZFqXEAXI4gJIVQ/s1600-h/PA190006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240066098906242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVVKXF8GB4_oh-VJ9baJlf2IBQi78hcWUeSl-0-UsFGRkeL-R-HlxzkOfcr5j-D1nQ7JPIg_bio9GOsaMMm1no-ZGbrwY-XFksI_yU5TWgqSH2TrXO_yIvWN2NfavhZFqXEAXI4gJIVQ/s320/PA190006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD_ooOuLhlLnSSTgcS9x2CJvbewnSJ6u1t5oeUVfRfYVK1cIMtWdX2Ez-Z1ByUyxK54WKiAPXfKn82H9rPImdsacWjKJ4s2QQRpRfFzyv067YEvMZvAvfEVSAFWq66lYaaMpIjlPgXA/s1600-h/PA190007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240076542034018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAD_ooOuLhlLnSSTgcS9x2CJvbewnSJ6u1t5oeUVfRfYVK1cIMtWdX2Ez-Z1ByUyxK54WKiAPXfKn82H9rPImdsacWjKJ4s2QQRpRfFzyv067YEvMZvAvfEVSAFWq66lYaaMpIjlPgXA/s320/PA190007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fu6rR856123_wiXtKS56ReeJgbcqi0IEXLB-UGqW5EP-w5dT_z3Bl5Ze4EABMne_bUhyMEwnkungkTlHhyD9vh8XTRqAMZN_1uFdpM_fEUdW9dCJKLlVQgcCQYnpjMZMNQP2ZWDHKg/s1600-h/PA190008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259240084708120290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fu6rR856123_wiXtKS56ReeJgbcqi0IEXLB-UGqW5EP-w5dT_z3Bl5Ze4EABMne_bUhyMEwnkungkTlHhyD9vh8XTRqAMZN_1uFdpM_fEUdW9dCJKLlVQgcCQYnpjMZMNQP2ZWDHKg/s320/PA190008.JPG" border="0" /></a> okay this is for kristi...this is what my hair cut looks like....for those of you wondering why these are here, I promised my sister that I would post pictures of my hair cut and when I say "my" haircut I mean that I cut it myself. and I posted it here because, honestly, there are fewer people who read this, and if it's a bad hair cut fewer people will know it was me who did it....but if I can do and it looks okay then thats about $30 that I saved!!!....Do you like my bug eyed poses...I'm tres vouge!<br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-875310617300367102008-10-19T01:42:00.008-05:002008-10-19T02:16:22.109-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcSR5lZcXavAC9kyH3WYtOTBUv3EQBbRk1uP6HcX2064YFIkRNInjtpBOrYW-olzRGylhU22oW3HW7Td9Y_VFS31xC_-a6eTCFWyEgeETx3bxmSfMPQJ2ImYZ4JWf_qNrkcnkJpDxAw/s1600-h/P8190046.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258759595580581330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWcSR5lZcXavAC9kyH3WYtOTBUv3EQBbRk1uP6HcX2064YFIkRNInjtpBOrYW-olzRGylhU22oW3HW7Td9Y_VFS31xC_-a6eTCFWyEgeETx3bxmSfMPQJ2ImYZ4JWf_qNrkcnkJpDxAw/s320/P8190046.JPG" border="0" /></a> these are pictures from about August of '08 to about mid Sept of '08...then I "misplaced" my camera for a bit...but this was Quinten coming home from the first day of school...man did Walks miss him!!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA2g6UD7-RjzXpbTi099VSZE5rEVfJhtxz3YovISlemy8YoMFBqIKQTPGE6YIdBH5BRe5n86V3QdSoknU8kRUs48AK4QjHS14o1NdzKesQkrcQEN5LPKQ-7wttOUOcn7uYVsuce5dpA/s1600-h/P9190073.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258757560162223890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYA2g6UD7-RjzXpbTi099VSZE5rEVfJhtxz3YovISlemy8YoMFBqIKQTPGE6YIdBH5BRe5n86V3QdSoknU8kRUs48AK4QjHS14o1NdzKesQkrcQEN5LPKQ-7wttOUOcn7uYVsuce5dpA/s320/P9190073.JPG" border="0" /></a> Walks and I built a fort...I felt it high time that I teach him this skill...and he was rather impressed with my for about 4 minutes...the neat thing is that we grabbed the closest blanket we could find and it happened to be a beautifully colored quilt that David's VERY talented mother did BY HAND!!! Anyway when I got under it with all the sunlight in the room it made this very nice, almost stained-glass fort roof. I had to take, honestly, like 15-20 pictures before I got the right lighting so that I could show other how cool it was...(picture below...see how cool it was)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuFCiOY59_Y6J1tCwbTDfODk_B6XGNqiLIkJdrilwcLtdZCVeIHkn6nhPfa471iSBRg_ElJGuctkPtS_gnBSNqjk7d3EMV5kWXW053PbWL1ygmcnuAybAbGxsFlbTuMBKW0H6U_4rzw/s1600-h/P9190084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258757562764996466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzuFCiOY59_Y6J1tCwbTDfODk_B6XGNqiLIkJdrilwcLtdZCVeIHkn6nhPfa471iSBRg_ElJGuctkPtS_gnBSNqjk7d3EMV5kWXW053PbWL1ygmcnuAybAbGxsFlbTuMBKW0H6U_4rzw/s320/P9190084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBDd_we8pekl2hg4z9FV33acaLEDg53RCJnU_FkY_rOAJlTyIkNo-iv0k4rTbFyG4vRNar3VXZiVcxTNAubuZoq-GEBb_UoseNxIUeX2mV_aaOs3gevCPZIL4px0aVznmxxNIJDjdEg/s1600-h/P9120072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258756052043562082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsBDd_we8pekl2hg4z9FV33acaLEDg53RCJnU_FkY_rOAJlTyIkNo-iv0k4rTbFyG4vRNar3VXZiVcxTNAubuZoq-GEBb_UoseNxIUeX2mV_aaOs3gevCPZIL4px0aVznmxxNIJDjdEg/s320/P9120072.JPG" border="0" /></a> This, like the picture below, make me laugh. Not only are is it cute to see my boys "chillin'" on the couch...but i love the ears on Walks...when I pulled out the cat ears for Halloween Walks got SO flippin' excited that they were tigger ears...so he would wear them so he and tigger could match...that's how devoted he is to "tiggs"<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcwddtwoqN06mpMlI10ugL1L072Ywc6ezzKnwi_EJgBGx_owAFl80Rb6bilirNEzT7AN85w7oykUSzjxO7R9uIU4ktJzIZpRMV_YGBHzDsb3CdzfDAWqNL6VMh2yp2R7CYfWEj7iPcA/s1600-h/P8310059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258755161466034658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQcwddtwoqN06mpMlI10ugL1L072Ywc6ezzKnwi_EJgBGx_owAFl80Rb6bilirNEzT7AN85w7oykUSzjxO7R9uIU4ktJzIZpRMV_YGBHzDsb3CdzfDAWqNL6VMh2yp2R7CYfWEj7iPcA/s320/P8310059.JPG" border="0" /></a>Walker...didn't get what he wanted......</div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6nxuOBYMifk1mt8GLNuuoRLIi0DiZaBZ7nKQ0P1sfNfrN9WsdBzse3b9Sq5fTYp7n69s1DXkv8KRVwhMqFmW_JSjSSwKSATwE4IXJsfylaSWYonQj0DoTG0O95BO_ZNurqcLfCbPEQ/s1600-h/P8310048.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258754072886609922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD6nxuOBYMifk1mt8GLNuuoRLIi0DiZaBZ7nKQ0P1sfNfrN9WsdBzse3b9Sq5fTYp7n69s1DXkv8KRVwhMqFmW_JSjSSwKSATwE4IXJsfylaSWYonQj0DoTG0O95BO_ZNurqcLfCbPEQ/s320/P8310048.JPG" border="0" /></a> Okay this is what Quinten wanted for his (9th) Birthday cake....It's one of the Fett's, Jango or Boba?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3bS9BeqgFKhVd5KcC3Zs_ZYM7SKTiZgG5Y0zzBeZV7uEDyQSA7_5gtOWhhvG_Dkj6gA2Tf3bQd4V8_pK5SA0hXts9NwY9M4socx-vnm61rpZiDDOEcWxMba5N8n9KxsZ_tzhI5sfxw/s1600-h/P8060027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258752274673694402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3bS9BeqgFKhVd5KcC3Zs_ZYM7SKTiZgG5Y0zzBeZV7uEDyQSA7_5gtOWhhvG_Dkj6gA2Tf3bQd4V8_pK5SA0hXts9NwY9M4socx-vnm61rpZiDDOEcWxMba5N8n9KxsZ_tzhI5sfxw/s320/P8060027.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is a rare sight...it happened after a long day of .... something very tiring. The great part was Walker thought it was SO funny that Q fell asleep like that, so he got tigger to "pretend" to sleep and by the time I got the camera to get a picture he was out too....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-31692338959450531752008-10-18T20:01:00.005-05:002008-10-19T01:42:07.631-05:00cleaning pretty much stinksThere is a saying that goes something like this " God is in the details"....but I would like to tell you that after Friday I believe that "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">satan</span> is in the details". Please let me explain, so Friday I thought <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ohhh</span> we have someone coming over this evening so I'd better tidy up the kitchen and the living room. So i walk into the kitchen and because my kitchen is like a hallway with appliances. If you eat a bowl of cereal the kitchen looks trashed...well I walk in and I say <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hmmm</span> my kitchen is cluttered...I'll load the dishwasher, after this was done I began to clear off the counters and realized the fridge was dirty so I cleaned the fridge and I noticed the outside was dirty and the magnets were disorganized...after that was done I noticed that the dishwasher had finished so as I was putting the utensils away I thought this needs to be cleaned up...which led to the cabinets, and then to the wall where I keep my post-it notes full of random numbers, which led to back to the bedroom, which led to the bathroom, which led to the....realization that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">althought</span> this was great cleaning I now had an hour to shower and STILL clean the living room. I got so wrapped up in the little thing I failed to get to the big things...curse you O.C.D. tendencies! Now I wanted to post this on my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">facebook</span> page but I ran out of room, seriously <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">facebook</span> sent a message saying " Seriously Caryn quit typing" can you believe it? So leave it to me to spend hours in my house on the "details" and forget the big picture...which of course was to clean just enough of my house to make it look like it was all clean! For my next feat I will attempt to publish a few picture....please DO NOT hold your breath!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-75301426105405765262008-10-15T14:01:00.003-05:002008-10-15T14:54:00.317-05:00Scary tales....just in time for Halloweenapparently I only post on Wednesday's...but I broken my only writing once a month streak!!! DO you ever have days that you would love to launch certain people from a catapult....come on raise you hands....you know you do. If I'm one of those people that you would like to launch well good luck because I know better that to get close to a catapult now! well today was one of those days, and I know that in a few days the feeling will be gone but for now the image is enough to sustain me. On to bigger and better things I have the story of the century....It will be enough to drive people from EVER visiting our house again....and on a side( note walker just walked in with a laundry basket over his head ...the same laundry basket that we just full of clean clothes from the dryer...where are they now?) Back to story: So for those of you who know we live 1 house away from a LARGE field...and living so close to nature brings....unexpected friends like field mice. When we moved into our house about 4 1/2 years ago we had a mouse problem, they got into our pantry, and were eating our food and it was maddening we killed like 3 mice the last one being a tragic and gut wrenching experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life...but that is a different story for a different time. Anyway we did this huge cleaning job and put every thing in plastic containers and haven't seen our mice buddies since then (about 3 yrs). SO imagine our surprise on Monday when we heard a noise by the dishwasher....so we pulled the 4 drawers we have that are vertical and there chilling in the corner is a little tiny mouse...David reaction was of"look how little and cute it is"... my reaction is "oh look and at all the possible diseases it could carry"... seriously it was just sitting there...I'm not kidding. David and I sat and talked about how to best get rid of it for like 10 min and the mouse just sat there....(if I were a mouse, and I had just been discovered, I would have gotten out of there so fast it would have left that fake cartoon smoke) So David and I decided to try to hit it and he grabbed the broom and the mouse took off (maybe he has a 10 min delay)...so we decided to clean <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">thatarea</span> up, because it never made it into our first mouse clean up...when suddenly David says "oh my gosh that is disgusting" so of course I have to come running to see it... and down on the floor are some old glue traps, they were before we moved in because the ones i bought were different, anyway stuck on one of the glue traps was a mouse skeleton....yes a mouse skeleton!!!!! it had to have been there for quite a few years before we moved in because it was TOTALLY decayed, the hair and skin and everything was gone...it was one of those GROSS, but let me look at it closer things...David was a saint and "took care" of it. Then we stuffed steel wool into any holes, and put new glue traps everywhere, and redid all the old mouse favorites...it was just what we wanted to do on a Monday night. I'm sure we violated some fire codes by pulling the oven out in front of the fridge and still cooking a pizza in it as we moved it and cleaned...but hey we have a gross/cool story right. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Quinten</span> was kind enough to inform the Missionaries that we have rats and dead rats in our house....we then had to explain that there is a world of difference between rats and field mice...funny but the missionaries didn't eat as much as normal...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hmmmmm</span> why?<br />next story...<br />I'm a big advocate of "not all education can come from school"... there are some things that our children have to learn by being around peers and being in social setting...you know good old social skills. I love my son <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Quinten</span> but he's stepping into the awkward years and I'm trying to rid him of some habit that in the future, if not curbed, could annoy the crap out of people....with that in mind we went to my mom's last night to watch Indiana Jones 4 and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Quinten</span> hit on one of the most annoying social skills you can have....talking during a movie!!!!!! Not only that, he's never seen it, and he was being SO annoying ... for instance in the beginning they pull Indiana and his friend from the trunk of a car and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Quinten</span> says "isn't that illegal"....then he points out something else and is like "that's not very safe"...but I reached my limit when Indiana and Mutt are on his motorbike, trying to get away and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">quinten</span> is like I thought it was illegal to ride a motorcycle with out a helmet" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">AGGGGHHHH</span> It was like the incredible movie hulk burst forth and I told him to watch the movie and enjoy it instead of being on safety patrol....I give you my word that I will do my utmost to eradicate this behavior from my child and teach him the joy of watching a movie silently with others...I will succeed...I must! One last blurb <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">and</span> I swear i will release you....walker fell asleep in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">the</span> middle of the hallway with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">the</span> laundry basket half on him...it looks like it might have been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">and</span> epic battle and it just might have worn him out...but who won?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-19588650916686015312008-10-08T15:43:00.002-05:002008-10-08T16:18:30.572-05:00BlergI did it again I let like an entire month go by and didn't blog.... and if you are wondering about the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blerg</span> title just watch "30 rock". Well to be honest I have no clue where to start....I'm going to skip over my life and what has been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">happing</span> with me because frankly there isn't enough space in "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cyber</span> space" for me to type about it. Okay I just spent an hour typing/ranting and when I got done and read it it didn't make any sense no no one wants to read about the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">whiny</span> parts of you life. I'll try again. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Quinten</span> is now a high brown belt in Karate, is doing well at school and his mom is FORCING him to continue piano lessons...I am that mean. Walker is starting to talk like a three year old, and say inappropriate things as a three yr old. About a month ago Kristi was babysitting for us and I guess a "little person" came to the door selling this at&t thing and as he left walker said out loud to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">kristi</span>. "he's just a little kid"....the door hadn't even shut...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ahhh</span> I am SO thankful that I wasn't there to deal with it...because the "mommy code" would have demanded that i do the right thing and teach him, but my "natural man" would have laughed.<br /><p>David and I are enjoying being dirt poor...actually I think Dirt is just saying they are poor to make us feel better. we are okay but we have a loan that is KILLING us, we can wait and try to slowly pay it off, or I can work my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">toosh</span> off (which wouldn't be bad either) and we can do it sooner, then we would be fine and could actually start saving money....either way money sucks! and the whole money issue puts a damper on the whole having another kid....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">alberston</span> kids are very expensive. I always imagined us as having a brood ... how many constitutes a brood...I know it's more that 2. sorry my train was traveling toward "woe, is me town" and that is a place you don't want to go my friend! okay two more things before piano....1. we miss <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">kristi</span> who is in San Fransisco working for 6 months doing a wildlife bird study....she was our #1 hang out friend. 2. I miss serving in Young Women....I loved everyone of them so very much and I miss them with all my heart... I miss being a part of there lives and seeing them 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">x's</span> or more a week....I miss serving with the women in the presidency...it was wonderful all of it.</p>okay off to pianoUnknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-88997674779271424202008-08-29T08:48:00.000-05:002008-08-29T08:49:43.399-05:00I'm a dorkI'd post pictures but I forgot how....I'm that sad! But David loves me!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-87111107145414002322008-08-29T08:17:00.002-05:002008-08-29T08:46:54.345-05:00I have no title for this blog entrySo it has been a long time since I have blogged, and I hopped on to throw some of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the</span> random stuff in my head out to the masses. I sat at the computer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ignoring</span> the kids for like 10 min unable to name my entry. I mean that is the tag line...it catches the reader <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">and</span> draws them in to read all the info you put there...who knew that it was so much freaking stress. First for those of you who don't know I got released as the 1st <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">counselor</span> in the Young Women's presidency...I was in for over 2 years and loved EVERYTHING about the program....I loved <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">the</span> president I served with she is an amazing women that I SO look up to...and I became super attached to those girls and all that was going on in their lives...they are so fun, wonderful, sweet, loving, funny, they actually liked me back... I will always have a special place in my heart for them....but Young Women need to learn <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">and</span> grow from different people and it was time for them to move on. I was bounced right over to 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">nd</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">counselor</span> in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">the</span> Primary Presidency....and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">I'm</span> terrified, mostly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">because</span> it is new, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">and</span> I am new, and have no clue what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">I'm</span> doing...I'm also overseeing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">the</span> scouting program (just keeping an eye on it) and I am so excited about that because I have been dying to learn about it so i can help <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">quinn</span>, so I'm really excited to tackle something new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">especially</span> something I'm nervous about. I know that this will be an awesome experience if I tackle this with the spirit....! In other news on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Sunday</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Quinten</span> turns 9....AAAHAHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHHH...he just keeps getting older!!!! Anyone, how do you stop that? Is there a cure? 3 yrs to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">priesthood</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh</span>! Do all parents freak out this much.....what happens when he hit double digits?????? i could freak out about this for days, but I choose to be proud of the 9yr old he is and am grateful that I could be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">Quinten's</span> mom...he's a pretty amazing kid. Well school has started and I think <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">Quinten</span> is happy that it started, he got <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">the</span> teacher he wanted for third grade so he's been having a lot of fun. I babysit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">the</span> neighbor kid in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">the</span> mornings and put him on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">the</span> bus in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">the</span> afternoon for kindergarten....I have VERY long mornings! Once he's on the bus it's just me and walks and we do stuff together...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">like</span> shop and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">every time</span> we go he's like "are we shopping for donuts...the white ones"...life is simpler at 3. okay i hope to blog on Q's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">b-day</span>...what I really hope is that I don't wait another month to post...........................................................................Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-57765090414038547952008-08-04T08:57:00.002-05:002008-08-04T09:23:52.273-05:00It's our AnniversaryYes I know that it has been awhile and in all honesty I did try to post about our vacation adventures but after like two days of typing my hands fell off and it was a rough recovery...but I can't let this moment pass. 10 years ago I went to the bountiful Temple to get married I was so nervous and scared because I didn't think that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">david</span> knew what he was getting himself into...we were hand in hand in the sealing room as my grandpa <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lemmon</span> asked a series of question...I of course was terrified that if I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">answered</span> wrong I was going to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">the</span> boot and not be allowed to get married...and they were even easy questions. and then in an instant it was over and we were sealed...I felt inward glee that I had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">David</span> now for good there was no way out...that night we talked about how in love we were with each other and that life was going to be amazing and fun because it would be together.. and we couldn't imagine how we could contain so much love or how it could grow anymore...and I knew then that eternity didn't seem long enough....and now ten years it still seems in my greed I want more time with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">David</span>....I marvel that in the past ten years we have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">chosen</span> many paths and walked many roads, some very hard other easy, but we have always walked that road hand in hand and usually laughing. I love my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">David</span> very much and I know that i got <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">SOOOO</span> lucky and snagged him before anyone else did....I'm so proud of the fact that after 10yrs people still tell us to get a room. I'm so excited to see where <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">the</span> next ten years take us...new kids?.....new adventures?....teenagers :(?, new ways to gross out our peers and Family with kissing!!!!! HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DAVID, I LOVE YOU!!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-57327723332689513572008-07-10T10:46:00.002-05:002008-07-10T10:55:49.019-05:00Updateokay so it has been a few day so let me bring you up to speed real fast...because I'm supposed to be doing other things. We have been keeping busy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">quinten</span> has had day camp... and I have been, well lazy, seriously do you have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">any idea</span> how much energy it take to do nothing?? No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">i've</span> done Dr.'s appointments, and got a new drivers <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">license</span>...which of course I look <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">terrible</span> in because it is ...well me. I always think I'm gonna look so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">different</span> in my pictures and I never do...oh well. I've got youth <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">conference</span> that i"m getting ready for and devotionals to plan, you know the amazing kind where everyone is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">edified</span> and uplifted...sorry dreaming <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">out loud</span> again...I'll do my best. So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">i'll</span> be gone for a few days so don't get too stressed out my 3 friends who read this...I'll be back.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-83285107800361020832008-07-05T23:20:00.002-05:002008-07-05T23:26:39.180-05:00July 5thWe took the boys to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">the</span> park for a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">picnic</span> today, we wanted a nice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">KFC</span> picnic like dinner. Then boys wanted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">McD's</span> because the Happy meal toy was Transformers Animated.....SO WE GAVE IN!!!!!! Man we are pathetic. Anyway after "dinner" we played on the playground for a while and the took a stroll around the little pond...it was all very picturesque....so we took a picture. This time we were very <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">adamant</span> about JUST smiling <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">for</span> the camera. and we got one! Anyway I've spent way to long with the pictures and such now I need to spend some time with <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">David</span>...yeah for me :)!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-60266997847315162062008-07-05T23:04:00.002-05:002008-07-05T23:16:31.674-05:00MMMMM our yummy meal!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjow0yf7TsyI8zAy1wnesTg3n79NSdSkjRwnGevZ9xk-v39xLs3IKb9cPvkhAYucwe7Yqu3PDlu4oGH3AjZtgrcFg8ViRhhH-c00z4nRJ885O3FGmtgLq1_yfA96HIAamp7DVC8QBaJQ/s1600-h/P7050001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219749377537030738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjow0yf7TsyI8zAy1wnesTg3n79NSdSkjRwnGevZ9xk-v39xLs3IKb9cPvkhAYucwe7Yqu3PDlu4oGH3AjZtgrcFg8ViRhhH-c00z4nRJ885O3FGmtgLq1_yfA96HIAamp7DVC8QBaJQ/s320/P7050001.JPG" border="0" /></a> Walker actually looked at the camera....hurry take a picture (note: he is still trying to pose)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPtYcEGh_WYDHdonmAwn4bV7mihW9DJZWweiv_85VZSdhECOPF8KVdokvwtBAwdQSeMZSJ4dkZxWaioItpVKyf5udlbwhhvF1maomOgqUvt9rhfAYLRc4YiwntTg5ykJ2vkmQPdpp5A/s1600-h/P7050007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219749382600243170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUPtYcEGh_WYDHdonmAwn4bV7mihW9DJZWweiv_85VZSdhECOPF8KVdokvwtBAwdQSeMZSJ4dkZxWaioItpVKyf5udlbwhhvF1maomOgqUvt9rhfAYLRc4YiwntTg5ykJ2vkmQPdpp5A/s320/P7050007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Quinten taking a breather<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVndd2gn08-qo-XC1fkKRtDTDFAseFF_rWSttgVs0MzHbDQx_WNfMg3ZP_Nontg96-CwjzVjf9CGe09hQIqDGYuNOH8Q5GAoImE15T-Dkm5p-oDsy5UfJaz5rglq3CiRb3ZoBH8oGPg/s1600-h/P7050014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219749388394896594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpVndd2gn08-qo-XC1fkKRtDTDFAseFF_rWSttgVs0MzHbDQx_WNfMg3ZP_Nontg96-CwjzVjf9CGe09hQIqDGYuNOH8Q5GAoImE15T-Dkm5p-oDsy5UfJaz5rglq3CiRb3ZoBH8oGPg/s320/P7050014.JPG" border="0" /></a> Walker doing....his thing....what ever that may be<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-0hlF4hO9GJJEIfkkpoTytgFUfrkIAQGvJN7rA6h77tV1pdJacpgP6bEtUdjPLHd210b5ymMF_GunwbA4ozUC2tF20dDq8cww8vDV7pPboG0VZFNiAAlSJW8NxxhyEKiDB21wnsSMA/s1600-h/P7050017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219749388813634338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc-0hlF4hO9GJJEIfkkpoTytgFUfrkIAQGvJN7rA6h77tV1pdJacpgP6bEtUdjPLHd210b5ymMF_GunwbA4ozUC2tF20dDq8cww8vDV7pPboG0VZFNiAAlSJW8NxxhyEKiDB21wnsSMA/s320/P7050017.jpg" border="0" /></a> WE DID IT A ALMOST NORMAL FAMILY PICTURE...we'll have to photoshop me in later!!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB-cGEY57_zAWkRbW-q9ZffVJT77IzQA__UiCrPzufoCj-jdfNDGNxvnEZhdzuXEN1fL97aCpYIuaVngnmtLXDamNfI1k4Cs9xSBhSji-CovIQwQgGXyV4qIPpjvxmKGjSt6vweFllw/s1600-h/P7050018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219749393155154642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyB-cGEY57_zAWkRbW-q9ZffVJT77IzQA__UiCrPzufoCj-jdfNDGNxvnEZhdzuXEN1fL97aCpYIuaVngnmtLXDamNfI1k4Cs9xSBhSji-CovIQwQgGXyV4qIPpjvxmKGjSt6vweFllw/s320/P7050018.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-47173980373552484442008-07-05T22:57:00.004-05:002008-07-05T23:03:29.748-05:00Papa watching the "Rocket Can" ascend into orbit...the little white dots are the water shooting up after launch <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwTuKu8WOjJl0D6uYMygvOWgDdsKvHSPfLmOvPkKpO5tK56G4g4m2NISQQEXwdhbLnBrDIMCk9qXP9wrsSATlRSYFZXnq63oVgIYKzLZolEv30rfvPNRgjoeoLbkPUqouoHXiaZQ20w/s1600-h/P7040086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219745630635937890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGwTuKu8WOjJl0D6uYMygvOWgDdsKvHSPfLmOvPkKpO5tK56G4g4m2NISQQEXwdhbLnBrDIMCk9qXP9wrsSATlRSYFZXnq63oVgIYKzLZolEv30rfvPNRgjoeoLbkPUqouoHXiaZQ20w/s320/P7040086.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Albertson Family picture-Take 1 (see story below)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz-78XaAYrqEpn3B4KGBj4dbN764FoFagwTP7OBvNIwn7BycyuFFhg8pa64xkIWUiRrO5V9ltNdjTozBYa9O7nmIpaBjS8QJkgFBNZ8Y5STq3lfwnoW8-ER7izwjarBAQ4EdcO46Gog/s1600-h/P7040088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219745629580759090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaz-78XaAYrqEpn3B4KGBj4dbN764FoFagwTP7OBvNIwn7BycyuFFhg8pa64xkIWUiRrO5V9ltNdjTozBYa9O7nmIpaBjS8QJkgFBNZ8Y5STq3lfwnoW8-ER7izwjarBAQ4EdcO46Gog/s320/P7040088.jpg" border="0" /></a> Albertson Family picture - Take 2.....and we'll quit for the day<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEoy5V81cFu6se2DxcsG3FPSGX7hYbTc3ifK7DlbojeNSpyDi0KSheqrI_439AVV3F12e7muMOLkm8BpvEzSseNDqBp-mCOUsu7sMYQc9Y3W2SzH7lnSfbcmGZ6PjH253DPA1lXWWvUg/s1600-h/P7040089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219745631348134210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEoy5V81cFu6se2DxcsG3FPSGX7hYbTc3ifK7DlbojeNSpyDi0KSheqrI_439AVV3F12e7muMOLkm8BpvEzSseNDqBp-mCOUsu7sMYQc9Y3W2SzH7lnSfbcmGZ6PjH253DPA1lXWWvUg/s320/P7040089.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nana, Mom, and under the blanket enjoying the fireworks, Walker!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjIeHEPk743zkylPekOMEsxG8DNKGZZD5Y1LFrHRAhICAi-Qq4nI-J6wLzK2N_hKfTWSwvGGjKAV0aPjA4SpImmDDGLy0zUfJpt-rBJx5Y1ZhEBnb_on1yOO1q3F0oCglReNkI7izlw/s1600-h/P7040096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219745631158550338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyjIeHEPk743zkylPekOMEsxG8DNKGZZD5Y1LFrHRAhICAi-Qq4nI-J6wLzK2N_hKfTWSwvGGjKAV0aPjA4SpImmDDGLy0zUfJpt-rBJx5Y1ZhEBnb_on1yOO1q3F0oCglReNkI7izlw/s320/P7040096.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>So I had to create a new post to finishing addint the 4th of july picture and now they are out of order</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-86015947507743290632008-07-05T20:31:00.004-05:002008-07-05T22:56:42.145-05:00Happy 4th<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxgEsiVccRnufomwO11R4llcvihTOdSzd7h5L5mUuXfImdQOKKaz0AY2_YXLhl5yVif9mPd2Q3N6koo-q_zxQamdg3bc4MeSP9lJXgraoojMZOCbAWLTrylTnhWSIXLChX0Mm0guoWA/s1600-h/P7040065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219744314446004114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxgEsiVccRnufomwO11R4llcvihTOdSzd7h5L5mUuXfImdQOKKaz0AY2_YXLhl5yVif9mPd2Q3N6koo-q_zxQamdg3bc4MeSP9lJXgraoojMZOCbAWLTrylTnhWSIXLChX0Mm0guoWA/s320/P7040065.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quinten throwing snap pops<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbg4uuUnkAd87tYf9G7JLGd980US_4ZdPDpTzDz0OUfVYsNJUy8lhBHhLC01oZzSIbwYEeHgtIicr9uZBibz11XQjgqoTWK_-iWo_RkPBOLEOygy9CrdXDPUiKdUMKKjWBSZjGjMJ1_w/s1600-h/P7040066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219744315978532178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbg4uuUnkAd87tYf9G7JLGd980US_4ZdPDpTzDz0OUfVYsNJUy8lhBHhLC01oZzSIbwYEeHgtIicr9uZBibz11XQjgqoTWK_-iWo_RkPBOLEOygy9CrdXDPUiKdUMKKjWBSZjGjMJ1_w/s320/P7040066.jpg" border="0" /></a> Walker snapping his pops<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU227h_tw4oE3-x-uka3YV4pMrkDR47p3gaKYkD_Q0W4BuWihlmuRwJj5HFmqydMPNrsfJoaHNLYm-2d2EMq44h946BWhSpu-aT1GzY01WUoi194Rrm2_GY8UBCsyr4AWXLFvc3gkqlg/s1600-h/P7040072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219744318000657090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU227h_tw4oE3-x-uka3YV4pMrkDR47p3gaKYkD_Q0W4BuWihlmuRwJj5HFmqydMPNrsfJoaHNLYm-2d2EMq44h946BWhSpu-aT1GzY01WUoi194Rrm2_GY8UBCsyr4AWXLFvc3gkqlg/s320/P7040072.jpg" border="0" /></a> Walker unable to pop them moves to stepping on them for the desired pop!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBwq30S6B-xDzBgPherlByxznC9H9dbYV9vKHYhl3kgaKvJZFkjiuJqsMdNGjknFTo2FI1AcaNHz55hjSiptOLbi_Ehi18mRqlZdTegfR9peBi7s9XHEY3KSwdjT4BhhyphenhyphenHxuMa3o-Jg/s1600-h/P7040073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219744319319511058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPBwq30S6B-xDzBgPherlByxznC9H9dbYV9vKHYhl3kgaKvJZFkjiuJqsMdNGjknFTo2FI1AcaNHz55hjSiptOLbi_Ehi18mRqlZdTegfR9peBi7s9XHEY3KSwdjT4BhhyphenhyphenHxuMa3o-Jg/s320/P7040073.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quinten and his glasses-Mom's trying to not notice how grown up he looks<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDqmz0rrdro8ySlp0hF0ZaFfHWKE8cmjvHKyC1UlgjD9SbLWr8wvXVnTOV3ZhnuZK2-M32xkDjUeoqgTCphL9nK81rikvZFVDW_mOODjICARhzKOf-zoA0j4hxHAUUFzn0YMoe5sW3Q/s1600-h/P7040080.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219744325220431458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBDqmz0rrdro8ySlp0hF0ZaFfHWKE8cmjvHKyC1UlgjD9SbLWr8wvXVnTOV3ZhnuZK2-M32xkDjUeoqgTCphL9nK81rikvZFVDW_mOODjICARhzKOf-zoA0j4hxHAUUFzn0YMoe5sW3Q/s320/P7040080.jpg" border="0" /></a> Our boys....unable to take serious pictures<br /><br /><br />We had such a great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Holiday</span>. We hope that everyone else did too...well I really only know of like 2 people who read this so we hope you guys had a great <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Holiday</span>! We had a big breakfast and got some things done and then headed over to Nana & Papa's the "<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Holiday</span> party spot". We kidnapped Papa and took him "fireworks" shopping it was great to go shopping with 4 boys...Walker, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Quinten</span>, David & and Papa....It went something like this...Papa and Q with a bucket talking about how big of a bang the firework would make, walker with a bucket picking up and putting everything in his bucket that Papa and Q had just touched, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">David</span> and I following behind Walker taking out all the fireworks he had just put in the bucket. We came home and worked on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tree house</span> that Papa is trying to build for his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grandkids</span>...but <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">quinten</span> kinda didn't want to work on it wanted to do fireworks....so Papa took the boys out to set off fire works. I went to sit our side to watch and out walks <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Quinten</span> with a grape that Papa has given him permission to blow up....can we sense the trouble we are in. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Quinten</span> of course was in heaven and as soon as the grape was rent asunder he turned and asked "What else can we blow up?"....Papa being the great Papa that he went in and found an Apple.....let's do some math Apple+m-150 firecracker=applesauce. Luckily for the produce in the house Papa brought out how do do the homemade rocket with cans water and other stuff....and then you set <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">the</span> Black cat and the can goes flying straight up in the air....well like 3hrs later they ran out of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Blackcats</span>...so the can got a break. At this point we stopped and had steak where Walker put on his own display be throwing a MASSIVE fit....all he wanted to do was eat corn...we didn't let him....he wasn't going to bend....neither were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">David</span> and i ....it was a small stand-off....with no clear winner, we opted for a nap. Now that we had some time to rest we went outside for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">the</span> show, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">about</span> 3 firecrackers later, after hiding behind Papa, walker decided that he was scared ( he's a pro at the snap pops )...so I ran inside to grab him a blanket to wrap around himself for extra security...walker's idea of security was to hid underneath the blanket....yep beautiful <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">fireworks</span> going on around us and walker spent basically <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">the</span> whole night under a blanket. For <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Reals</span> it really was a great Holiday, and I love the 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">th</span> and all of it unique history and I loved watch my dad play with the boys and be a kid again himself....we had lots of laughs and a really good pie and isn't that what <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">holidays</span> are about!!!!! And one last rant/rave ...I had us dress all in blue shirts (geeky I know ) because I wanted 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">th</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">July</span> picture....just one...a nice one...of the family. What I got was two children who spent every waking minute in front of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">the</span> camera posing. so when it came time to take our family picture the were wired and in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">the</span> first I was trying to get <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">Walker</span> to calm down and just look at the camera and in the second I was trying to get him to not cry and I thought it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">turned</span> out pretty decent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">until</span> I noticed that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">quinten</span> had stuck and green <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28">firecracker</span> shell on his face just in time for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29">the</span> shot....I'm sure someday I'll look back and laugh and be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30">grateful</span> that they were weirdo's...but today is not that day my friend.<br /><br />Also like 2 days ago <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31">Quinten</span> got glasses if some of you were wondering why he had them on!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-30071478598282072322008-07-02T15:31:00.003-05:002008-07-02T16:04:28.613-05:00Life is one big Roller Coasterwell I think that the title sums it all up....I was on such an amazing high yesterday with the successful birth of my blog...and in mere moments it all came crashing down to the floor, with me calling David in a fit of tears. What happened Caryn, you ask. Well after spending some "alone" time in the restroom with my trusty DS i set it on the counter and decided that it was time to get some work done! So I put my hairdryer away and that started a chain reaction that resulted in my DS falling....No jumping of the counter and doing a double flip into a jack-knife landing with no splash the toilet (okay that was a bit over the top)....And I know what you are thinking, but I had flushed earlier and it was clear, clean water....Not that my DS cared about that as it sunk to the bottom while absorbing as much water as possible. But my wonderful and calm husband did some research and found that DS toilet duckings happen quite frequently....so now we are waiting to it to dry out... it works, but one of the screens is still water logged. Oh the Drama!! But honestly besides that it was great day... i got dressed yesterday and decided on a whim that I would wear my cute little sun dress...so i put it on and came skipping out to the kitchen where Quinten said to me<br />"what's the matter mom, did you run out of clean pants?"<br />and I realized, as the air deflated out of my balloon of perkiness, that I've never in the last 10years have worn a dress just cause....I've always worn them for church but that is it...it was sad and funny at the same time.<br />and to end and round off my day we stayed up and played the Christensens in Mario Kart....I'd love to brag about the way I threw banana peels at David or shot Jamie with a red shell but I pretty much came in last in every game....except for Rainbow road because david was to busy eating Ice Cream....I came in 3rd instead of 4th....so there Jamie I blogged about it...ha ha I shall see you again my Nemesis on the track!!!!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-28440095565899972652008-07-01T22:38:00.002-05:002008-07-01T22:43:07.194-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WWmgStlpLBQDPajWnbFc1qgbgE9d-Pqp86ELwSnKU8RgqrDjb7lwvUHTMK4prAtqN5SyWeQPORCybqSfnzubXlO3QsRhCQ9EGh55lbJOS4LI-F1McNgJWHe7Fjgfis1J-n6bVrg1lA/s1600-h/P6090272.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218257179711444562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-WWmgStlpLBQDPajWnbFc1qgbgE9d-Pqp86ELwSnKU8RgqrDjb7lwvUHTMK4prAtqN5SyWeQPORCybqSfnzubXlO3QsRhCQ9EGh55lbJOS4LI-F1McNgJWHe7Fjgfis1J-n6bVrg1lA/s320/P6090272.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>okay david was showing me how to post a picture and this was the one that was choosen....if you are lucky I may choose to tell you about it....but it will have to be later we have a mario kart date</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-9364137608401940812008-07-01T10:24:00.000-05:002008-07-01T12:15:21.215-05:00Wait I actually have a valid posti just remembered that this is my blog so I can talk about me!!!! Okay so for those of you who don't know I'm the 1st <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Counselor</span> in the Young Women's presidency and that means that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">occasionally</span> I get to go and do some cool <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">activities</span> with our really fun Youth. Well this last Sat. we went shooting...with real shotguns not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">BB</span> guns, or air rifles, or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Nerf</span> guns. We drove down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Harrisonville</span> at a silly hour in the morning (like 8am, which strikes me as unsafe because who wants to give a groggy person a gun?!?) and we got all ready and stuck in the odd earplugs which drowned out the world so you were left alone with you thoughts (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">I'm</span> still trying to decide if that's a good thing or a bad thing). I of course HAD to try it so I stepped up and got the massive gun ready and they had me shoot a milk carton to make sure my aim was...well good. I of course nailed the stationary milk jug (I'm sure the milk jug wishes I had missed), now came <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">the</span> real test i got the gun reloaded and got ready...screamed pull (because we all had earplugs in we had to scream so others could hear us). and with unsurpassed grace I blew that clay disc out of the sky....yes folks my first time shooting skeet I hit it...did I mention it was my first time. I of course over reacted and maybe I did I small victory dance...I can't recall...once that moment of glory was up I stepped up to my second try. ...."PULL!!!!" and HOLY COW I blew that second disc into oblivion....and I may have turned around and rubbed it in a few faces....who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">knows</span> I was on a shooters high (is there such a thing). by my third try as I pulled the gun up I noticed it shaking and realized that I had jelly arms...yes I am that pathetically weak that after hold the gun up three times my little bird arms were shot (no pun intended)... so I naturally missed the next few, but my second time around I hit 2 more for a grand total of 4 hits out of ten shots.... It was very cool to go shooting, and actually hit something....and a big thanks to the youth for letting me shoot. Okay so that was my story I was pretty proud and i feel I'm allowed to post stuff like this.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4897432505533429829.post-67102498121765660342008-07-01T09:16:00.000-05:002008-07-01T09:29:08.046-05:00My first Blog entryWOW- well apparently it's about time that I jump on and join the blogging world. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">I'd</span> like to first give a shout out to Heidi Simpson for inspiring me to do this...( she has the funniest blog I have EVER read). I have found that this is a wonderful way to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">read up</span> on your friends with out actually having to make contact with them...a very handy tool...you know when you want to see how so and so is doing but you don't want to put tedious hours into re-kindling a friendship, or hear hour after hour about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jr's</span> latest Dr. visit ....with blogging you can pop on, read up, and get off . The other reason for blogging--I can type about the world the way I see it...It's like a huge commentary. I should warn you that when I type i tend to use the (....) way too much....oh well!<br />so welcome to my crazy blog. I hope that you enjoy it.....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1