tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79568687075854863152024-02-18T22:26:08.753-06:00In the Blink of an EyeKacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.comBlogger268125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-35571389457552408962020-01-18T17:50:00.002-06:002020-01-18T17:50:31.485-06:00OMGOh my goodness. This "Renew the Blog" is gonna be harder than I thought. I wanted to update things like just how it looked. So I turned to Etsy, because I always find great graphics for things there. Well, I found what I wanted and today I got it and thought, I'll just sit in front of this fire and put this blog together. I was worn out just listening to the printer print 35 pages of instructions on how to do it.<br />
SO.....we will get to that eventually and in the meantime, just enjoy looking at pictures of my family when my kids were in 5th and 6th grade. I PROMISE none of us look the same.<br />
I'm working to get my energy level up. I started a 7 week course of antibiotics last night. I'm just praying they help!! More about all of that later. Blue is home for the weekend, so I have intentionally not been sitting on the computer. When she heads back to school, I will attempt those 35 pages of instructions and hopefully get us a new look.Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-77527084556636973642020-01-17T15:21:00.000-06:002020-01-17T17:42:52.110-06:00DefinitelyI've been thinking on the blog. I've decided I definitely need the outlet and this is a good one. I've been trying to decide whether or not to leave this one as it was and start a new one or to pick up here. I've decided to pick up here. So much of my life is here already documented with pictures and thoughts. I don't multitask as well as I used to and I'm slower than I used to be, but I'm going to try to give this a new look and take off. If you are interested, be on the look out. - KacyKacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-58494161172688713212020-01-14T13:13:00.002-06:002020-01-14T13:18:31.217-06:00It's Been AwhileWOAH! I'm not sure if I read that right, but I don't think I posted since 2012. I don't even know if I know how to use "Blogger" anymore. Blogging was so much fun when the kids were young and crazy and I had a camera around my neck all the time. Things change so fast. Kids grow up, your camera becomes your phone, your health deteriorates and now you chase a dog around the house all the time.<br />
I know I stay locked up in this house a lot. I also know I need an outlet. I'm not sure this is exactly what I want so I think I'm gonna sleep on it and see where it leads.<br />
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NO, I didn't fail, but I quickly realized that blogging is NOT in the cards when I am in school. A lot of things are not in the cards...I've had to stop reading all other blogs, limit my FB use to at night after everyone has gone to bed, I quit cleaning my house and doing laundry and almost NEVER fix my hair :). It stays in a pony tail or tied up somehow with a rubber band on the back of my head. I'm down to only my best friend because I neglect everyone else (NOT ON PURPOSE) and my poor family...well my poor family. I miss soccer practice and games regularly and I am THAT mom who occasionally has to dig the cleanest dirty uniform out of the laundry basket for the kids to wear. UGGHHH! This mess is hard, but I LOVE IT! </div>
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This was a tough semester. It was easier in some ways but it was tough. Test taking has gotten a little bit better...I think it's just a little easier to anticipate what we will be tested on. I only have three weeks off until I go back for summer school :/ I wish I had more time off but I know I will be very happy come July 1 when I have three more classes under my belt.</div>
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As usual it is CRAZY around here. I had a good Mother's Day. Both kids were playing in a soccer tournament, so the whole weekend was spent at the soccer fields in the rain. We have Dalton's awards program in the morning and Blue is being inducted into the Junior National Honor Society tomorrow night. I'm so proud of them. Jeff and Dalton went to Italy for 10 days last month. Dalton was playing in an International Soccer Tournament. They had a great time and came home exhausted. I still haven't been able to get Jeff to give me the pictures from his phone. I only have a few and they aren't on this computer. I will get them and update some photos of my International Men of Mystery.</div>
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This was our Christmas card photo this year...</div>
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Yes, this is my baby boy. This was right before the Masquerade Dance at school - 7th Grade.</div>
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This picture was chosen and used in a commercial for the kids Orthodontist :) We are still working on those beautiful smiles!</div>
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Gees, we had our first test of the semester today! The first one is ALWAYS the hardest regardless of the content. This one was not only the first one but the content was all over the place. Last semester, I flunked the first test and spent the rest of the semester trying to dig my way out of the hole. I did it, but I didn't want to start this semester off that way. LUCKILY, I didn't. WHEW!!</div>
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Jeff has decided to become obsessed with everyone in the house's grades. That sucks. He started in on Blue this morning, wasn't pleased with my test score today, and just closed out the evening riding Dalton over some extra credit reading that he isn't doing. Both kids have locked themselves away from him. I asked him what his problem was when he was less than pleased with my performance today. He backed off then. He needs to get busy with something else. Blue's test was bad, I'll give him that. She brought it home today and we looked at it. She actually marked the correct answers on the test and when she was bubbling in her answer sheet she messed up on one bubble and missed everything from that point on. UGGHH. JEFF, SOMETIMES IT HAPPENS..... Back off. He accused the kid of cheating. Everybody in this house makes excellent grades but no one likes to be micromanaged. I've ALWAYS handled the kid's grades, let me do my job, dear. We love you! (And if you cancel my DirecTV like you threatened to tonight, I'll just sell some of your power tools or burn the house down :) Kiss Kiss) </div>
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Oh, and I won the election today. I'm pretty excited about that. We have a meeting on Wednesday. I guess I will learn what I am in for then. I dodged my "friends" today. I just don't have anything nice to say yet. I'll keep praying on that one.</div>
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I have to go save my son now. Blue just asked me when Dad started his Cougar, LOL. That's her code word. I don't know what the problem is. I wish I could figure it out though. It's bad around here tonight. He better watch out or I will clean off his nightstand.</div>
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I've just had a Debbie Downer kind of day! I'm trying to fix that right know with a Peach Daiquiri, maybe it will be working by the time I'm finished typing, LOL. One day back, and I'm already in a mood :)</div>
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I woke up cranky. It's my fault. I usually keep an eye on the weather and subconsciously brace myself for the rainy days. Yesterday was so nice I guess I just assumed today would be, too. I wasn't so lucky. I knew before I opened my eyes. Any morning when you can't roll over by yourself....it's just not gonna be cool. Of course, once I get up and get moving it gets better, but it still sucks. School was good and we even got out a few minutes early. </div>
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My left foot has been hurting pretty badly since sometime around Thanksgiving. I ignored it for a few weeks, but after finals I broke down and went to the doctor. I had some pretty nasty inflammation in the joints in my second and third toes and in the joints where your toes connect to your foot. No real reason for it, just lovely RA stuff....they put me in one of those lovely RoboCop boots and I've been in it ever since. Blue has told everyone that my Carpe Diems were inflamed. She went with me to my original appointment and somehow got my metatarsals confused with carpe diem. Anyway, it hasn't gotten any better. With clinicals starting in the next couple of weeks, I finally broke down and agreed to cortisone injections. Those suckers hurt and I swear the smaller the joint, the more they hurt. I also know that the more they shoot my joints the less effective it will be the next time. I held out as long as I could, but it was time.</div>
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OK, so here is my rant...I knew I needed this outlet. We have an election at school on Monday for an office in our Student Nursing Association. YES, I am running for political office. WTH was I thinking? I was hesitant at first, knowing that these typically turn out to be nothing more than a popularity contest. I'm a bit old for that, but after thinking about it, I decided I really wanted the position and had a lot to offer and at the time no one else was stepping up to the plate. After several more days, actually at the last minute, 4 others stepped up. That was fine. We had a meeting Wednesday and all had to introduce ourselves. It was interesting. I just told a little about myself and my background. A couple of other students did pretty much the same thing. One student developed an entire campaign and even started off with nursing jokes :) and another came up with a great idea she would implement if she won. We vote on Monday and to be honest, I haven't thought much else about it. We have our first test on Monday and I've been focused on yesterday's check offs and Monday's test. Any of us would be fine in the position. Tonight, once I got home and got settled, I got my laptop out and logged into FB. We have a page set up that is just our nursing class. There are 80+ members in our group. We talk about EVERYTHING on there. Lately, it's gotten out of hand and even been a bit weird, but whatever. So, I'm scrolling down reading questions people are asking about our upcoming test and BAM! There is a post from a young student directed at Kacy Acree. It asked me why I didn't disclose to the class that I had actually graduated from nursing school at this very school before??? WHAT? <<insert hives="">> I guess negative campaigning even happens in nursing school. This young lady went on to explain how her mother told her that one of her friends told her that I had already done this and graduated. Sister, if I had already done this, WHY would I be here? I calmly replied that I didn't know where this information came from, but I was sorry it just wasn't true. I unfortunately had told the truth the other day. So then, her mama comments and proceeded to call names about who told her. I once again, calmly replied that I was pretty sure I knew more about my own life than anyone else did. About 20 minutes later she comes back with...well I called so and so to get to the bottom of this and she said she guessed the person that told her must have been mistaken. Sorry for the confusion. Excuse me, but WHAT? You went back and checked my story tonight with your "source"? OMG. A little while later, I got a message from our page "moderator" who saw right through the cheap "political" shot being taken at me and took the whole comment down. I have since been apologized to in my INBOX of course. I'm so stinking mad about that. I'm way too old for some crap like that and I sat in front of you today for two hours in class. You could have asked me if you really wondered why I wouldn't disclose such information, not that it should matter anyway. I'm old enough to be your mom for heaven's sake!!! Am I really that much of a threat?? GEES! I guess it actually hurt my feelings more than it made me mad. I felt attacked and rightfully so. I was publicly called a liar. For heaven's sake, somebody has been drinking too much HATERADE! Ugghhh! Why are people so stinking mean?</insert></div>
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It was once again brought to my attention today that it had been a long time since my last blog attempt. Hey Mrs. Briscoe =)</div>
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I've thought about it often, but just haven't made the time for it. After the second "gentle" reminder from one of my teachers today, I got to thinking more about it. It actually may be just the outlet I need. It cracked me up when she told me she missed Jeff and his nightstand. WHAT?? I didn't even realize anyone payed attention to one of my all time BIGGEST pet peeves.</div>
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NOTHING has changed. As a matter of fact, check out that yard sale stool that belongs to Blue that he hijacked so he would have more room to throw his mess on. The coke wasn't his (it was hers) but the rest of it...ALL HIM. UGGHHHHH!!! I'm sure some of those receipts are for a bottle of water, but he HAS to keep them. If he didn't have me, he would win Hoarder of the Year!</div>
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A LOT has happened since my last post. I passed my first semester of nursing school (Thank You Jesus)!! I've done a lot of stuff in my life, but this may very well be the hardest. I left you hanging on the catheter check off. I'll finish that real quick, but be warned, it's a little graphic.</div>
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I wish I had a picture of Mrs. Scott. She was my lab instructor last semester. She really is a wonderful woman and an excellent teacher, but to call her intimidating is an understatement. I promised myself when I went back to school that I would not let myself be intimidated, but it didn't work. It's scary. Catheter check off is by far the hardest one of the whole semester. It's a sterile procedure and staying sterile is difficult. If you break your sterile field, you fail. If you fail three times, you fail the semester. SO, here we go....</div>
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Everything was going pretty smoothly. My gloves went on (because I put a whole thing of baby powder in them the night before) and I remembered which side of the wigwam to clean first, second and last (yes, there is a method to wigwam cleaning, who knew?). By the time you get around to cleaning the wigwam of a manikin, things have already gotten intense. We have these very anatomically correct manikins that have heart beats and breath sounds and blood pressures and all kinds of stuff. So far, all of our check offs have been on female manikins. So, I've cleaned everything and it is time to insert the catheter. I take a deep breath and go at the hole with my hands shaking like a leaf. Luckily I hit it, and here we have to talk our way through it (pretend). So I look up at her and I say, I go in 2 to 3 inches and I see urine (with a big smile on my face). I tell her I advance the catheter an additional 1 to 2 inches. Then I use my non-sterile hand to anchor it and it's time to inflate the balloon on the catheter. We really do inflate the balloon. That whole anchoring thing is a booger. That one flunks a lot of people. So Mrs. Scott has her face down there ON your hands making sure you don't contaminate anything. So with her face down there in the wigwam over my shaking hands, I inflate the balloon on my Foley catheter. The poor balloon had been inflated about 30 times in practice. It decided, THAT was it. My balloon ruptured in the manikins wigwam and water shot out of the wigwam and got ALL OVER my sterile field (which ruins it) and even worse, Mrs. Scott. I'm pretty sure that I turned white as a ghost and my jaw landed on the floor. Mrs. Scott stepped back and took her glasses off and just bent over at the waist and died laughing. I'm pretty sure I peed my pants, but not from laughing. She said, just pretend that didn't happen and tell me how you would finish this up. I PASSED! Oh the things that happen in nursing school!</div>
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The kids are great and crazy and busy as ever. Both are still playing soccer and Blue is doing some tumbling as well. Jeff and Dalton are going to Italy for 10 days at the end of March. Dalton will be playing soccer over there. He is SO excited and I couldn't be more proud of him =). </div>
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Hang with me while I find my new blogging groove! I miss having my journal. I guess I need to go back and read what I all I've said about the nightstand.</div>
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I had every intention of blogging this week, BUT then I woke up and real life set in and there simply are NOT enough hours in the day. Especially, when you are in Nursing School :)</div>
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They thought I was a flaming idiot for sitting on the front porch waiting on them and even crazier for taking their pictures. Turns out, I'm really glad I took them. They serve a dual purpose. Any time I can multi-task these days, it's a good thing. This was their first and LAST bus ride EVER.</div>
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With my schedule being a "little" hectic these days, I thought the bus option may relieve a little stress on the days I really need to stay at school and study or practice a skill. We kind of live in the middle of nowhere. I tried looking up our address on the county website to find out what bus they would need to get on after school and where it would drop them off. It couldn't find me, so I called the county office. The lady was so nice and told me what bus it would be and that my house would be the FIRST stop. They just had to get on the bus and it would drive STRAIGHT to our driveway. So, Monday, we did a dry run. I knew I would be home when they got off the bus and that way if there were any issues, I could just come get them. Unfortunately, the nice lady didn't tell me that only 5 (two of which were mine) kids from the middle school rode that bus. It makes a stop at the High School and fills up before it makes that first stop at my house. NO THANK YOU. I learned all about sex on the bus, saw my first condom on the bus and got into my first fist fight on the bus in this very county.....and that was with kids my own age. My children will continue to be car riders even if that means I have to break my neck to get there, thank you very much.</div>
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It was Blue's Birthday!! We had a full night of soccer. Dalton had practice and she had a game and by the time all of that was over, we only had enough energy for McDonald's. BUT, she did get tickets for the Taylor Swift concert in October and she was OVER THE MOON.</div>
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I was at school (far from my children) and I got this....</div>
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Along with text messages of "I ripped my fingernail off", "I'm crying" (my kiddo doesn't cry), "I don't know what to do", "It hurts so bad".... Please remember I am at school and for the first time in her life, I can't come to her, I can't leave school. So, she's crying, I'm crying and I'm calling Jeff. He has to leave work, drive 19 miles to her school to look at her broken fingernail....Good times. It's a good thing he loves us both. Jeff, thank you for filling in the gaps I'm leaving lately.</div>
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It's her bird. Later that night, as I was wrapping it up (you know it hurt/hurts) she said, "Mom, I've broken my foot during warm ups and played the whole game on it, but this fingernail defeated me." I was still laughing about that today.</div>
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That brings us to today. Today, we had catheter check offs at school. Unfortunately, that is worthy of it's own post. I passed, but I did something my instructor said had NEVER happened before. It's getting late and I have to go pack. I am leaving early in the morning for a little MoZart Retreat in Louisiana and my Blue is going with me even with her broken bird. Mo, thank you for letting my girl come, she has been dying to ever since you announced this. I'm going to turn off my brain for a few days and see if any of my creative juices can still flow.</div>
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Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-27437079106504685442011-09-11T21:30:00.000-05:002011-09-11T21:30:48.771-05:00Same Ole Same Ole<div align="center">
I wish I could say my scenery has changed from my last post, but unfortunately, IT HASN'T. Jeff did buy me a new table/desk this weekend. He is supposed to pick it up tomorrow. He says the dining room table just isn't going to cut it. I kind of agree, but didn't realize I had the liberty to just purchase new furniture.</div>
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I guess he REALLY hates the table in here. I have been planted in this chair ALL weekend long. Unfortunately, I think I will be planted here for the next year and a half :) I even gave up my farm on Farmville....now THAT is serious stuff.</div>
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I had my first Nursing School nightmare last night. I spent most of the day yesterday doing my Clinical Orientation paperwork. Last night, I did my site specific orientation. I'm going to be working on an Oncology/Orthopedic floor. That really got my brain going and I woke up in a cold sweat sometime early this morning terrified because I didn't know how to handle a situation. Of course, as soon as I woke up, I couldn't remember what the situation was. Unfortunately, I think there will be many situations I don't know how to handle. Thank goodness for school :)</div>
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If you've read my blog for any length of time, you know my best friend's daughter Haleigh competes in pageants from time to time. Not very often, but occasionally. WELL, Miss Priss took her first title last night.</div>
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Meet the new Teen Miss Desoto County!! Woot Woot!! We love you Haleigh Ash!! You were </div>
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MOZART RETREAT!!!!!!!!!</div>
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If not, go<span style="color: red;"><a href="http://www.mymojoy.com/"> here</a></span>. She is Angel Jake's Aunt and the bombdiggity on all things creative. I'm going to absorb some of that creativity and just have an enjoyable weekend with other women (who I don't know) and CHILL doing things I love to do. Thank you Jeff and Dalton and Savannah for giving me this time. Last I heard, she still has one opening. I'm already driving if somebody wants to board the bus, let me know.</div>
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I know you want to put on your favorite striped PJ's and then add your favorite hot pink peep toe ballet flats just to feel sexy and sit at your dining room table in the middle of your den (that your husband is STILL griping about) and study all night. I'm sorry we can't all be as lucky as I am.... </div>
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It appears that I may be spending many more Friday nights like this over the next couple of years. To make it even better, Stella (the dog) is laying under my chair and she has a major case of gas. PERFECT.</div>
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Today, I spent my day off from school, at school, practicing catheterizing a mannequin for 3 and a half hours. Then I got to go to a friend's house for a <a href="http://www.cabionline.com/collection/">Cabi</a> party. It was my first experience and I'm pretty sure I'm hooked. LOVED IT.</div>
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Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-41645380856062830662011-09-08T22:30:00.000-05:002011-09-08T22:30:58.103-05:00Dalton is a RED BELT!!<div align="center">I'm just going to go ahead and admit to not really getting the whole Taekwondo thing. Dalton has been taking classes for the last three years, although he took about nine months off last year to adjust to competitive soccer and middle school. But, he LOVES it. So, like a good mama, tonight I sat and watched him test for his Red Belt and <u>succeed</u>. Even though I couldn't have told you if he did something wrong or not, it made my heart smile. I gave my seat up to the parents of a girl his age who was testing for her Black Belt tonight. I figured my good spot for photos would be better served with them considering the huge accomplishment she was making. I ended up in the back and couldn't get a good shot of Dalton. I'll score one next week during class when is wearing his Red Belt with pride :)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I didn't get to practice my Cath skills today, because they sent the ENTIRE Freshman I Nursing Class for a drug test today to an office that had a total of two people giving the tests. If I'm not mistaken there are 87 students at this point. Of course, I had the extra large coffee this morning and had to wait just over two hours to pee in a cup. I gave new meaning to "My Cup Runneth Over". Anyway...some of my group decided to be dedicated and go to school on our day off tomorrow to learn this important skill.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Several people have asked me lately, why Savannah changed her name to Blue. Trust me, it gets complicated at times. Especially on the soccer field (where she spends the majority of her time) when she is in her red uniform and they are playing a team in blue uniforms. Parents from the other team look at us like we are crazy, because everyone from our stands is cheering for Blue. Anyway, Jeff started calling her Blue when she was a tiny little thing....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS8HxFG9zWQM2P299Ta-FtJNTP7Tbhfr9aO05CWyg6lDiKtUs1x4rE-TEBbFED9TJclahsq3w5h2yig-QANONDfBgXGpDz7qIBB_-qEftBZQx8nxat2P4T0-FjwE7OHM_jiGxTRFCDw/s1600/Blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYS8HxFG9zWQM2P299Ta-FtJNTP7Tbhfr9aO05CWyg6lDiKtUs1x4rE-TEBbFED9TJclahsq3w5h2yig-QANONDfBgXGpDz7qIBB_-qEftBZQx8nxat2P4T0-FjwE7OHM_jiGxTRFCDw/s320/Blue.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">It was those eyes. They are much lighter now, and some days even more of a hazel color, but she made it clear she did not want to be called Hazel.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3jk7Jha0Pwj4uxHVfs2TWhHfa811s2S0gQwvOhLQC_azC8thTvZHaX0oqcpynVJaTMyT6sWwmFKk67IlY52h6C00OgWY-_GpW39IDK-KmPkwb77ENCubNmyfHb07HaonZfxQ8F01KA/s1600/188.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx3jk7Jha0Pwj4uxHVfs2TWhHfa811s2S0gQwvOhLQC_azC8thTvZHaX0oqcpynVJaTMyT6sWwmFKk67IlY52h6C00OgWY-_GpW39IDK-KmPkwb77ENCubNmyfHb07HaonZfxQ8F01KA/s320/188.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center">For good measure, here is a picture of my sweet boy too. These are just some pictures we took over the summer. We had a fabulous 10 day vacation to Sandestin this year. I wish I was there now.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAi5cu6TGSWdmFeGK2ogzJ74pnQj7kxAYoK45DLLQxXHIClRLCIm5kEqhLMjpP6QQP26uSUcV9sh9KAPnGZ6Cw0qZNsIb9N-DnkEwSGjR-N7SA-NB-V8LH9-GExtljxVz-8LtDx_Womw/s1600/216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAi5cu6TGSWdmFeGK2ogzJ74pnQj7kxAYoK45DLLQxXHIClRLCIm5kEqhLMjpP6QQP26uSUcV9sh9KAPnGZ6Cw0qZNsIb9N-DnkEwSGjR-N7SA-NB-V8LH9-GExtljxVz-8LtDx_Womw/s320/216.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is so stinking cute and so sweet to his mama. I think it's just a boy thing. </div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VYh4tij7DRhpTVZxj24CRBVhtRmtfL-X3rjDsWSyQ194LPbbcxlNa57LI25f7YlCTKwiCB0As8pwjXCWfXacdTmClBNnrAAxWwCf-mBQp3RWB2PW3_oXUw196TEEblgmhzZIoWtepQ/s1600/360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7VYh4tij7DRhpTVZxj24CRBVhtRmtfL-X3rjDsWSyQ194LPbbcxlNa57LI25f7YlCTKwiCB0As8pwjXCWfXacdTmClBNnrAAxWwCf-mBQp3RWB2PW3_oXUw196TEEblgmhzZIoWtepQ/s320/360.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Oh what I would give to be back at the beach.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This picture wins the award for my FAVORITE of the whole year. If this isn't the Acree's, I don't know what is.... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMQ0otBQNFsN1Me1x2ZuWVQ25YIMoBijKEo2UUrvYFJD1z4DScug1raQMTT_dwTViQVLiBPIKzzp7Sr-uP7BDAecTN7nw1Xq2030Pypzngeq-MGa-V660dE2IsZAcp63V29d7CDiaVQ/s1600/272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMQ0otBQNFsN1Me1x2ZuWVQ25YIMoBijKEo2UUrvYFJD1z4DScug1raQMTT_dwTViQVLiBPIKzzp7Sr-uP7BDAecTN7nw1Xq2030Pypzngeq-MGa-V660dE2IsZAcp63V29d7CDiaVQ/s320/272.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Instead of being on the beach, I'm at home where the temps have been fabulous and the windows have been open all week. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope everyone has a great weekend. We are actually home this weekend and then if I'm not mistaken I'm out of town for the next 3 weekends. I plan to spend quite a bit of time at my table in the middle of my den. I managed to empty ALL of the laundry baskets in the house tonight. That is serious business around here and very rare. Oh, and one last thing, besides idiots in the car rider line at school, I think this is my biggest pet peeve...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4xkQAGDQG3QeWWWuAoGwysmohW4BkqsSKsWtHJ9zJRpcgHAksp2YKgO-rD5hhqz6hvxviZUgvJXjauqeSkq_WaovGc1Fp1TddV6N3vGqz1d2JKnHhSBEsbSv90iXn5SsNgb6SDu6fQ/s1600/Pet+Peeve.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4xkQAGDQG3QeWWWuAoGwysmohW4BkqsSKsWtHJ9zJRpcgHAksp2YKgO-rD5hhqz6hvxviZUgvJXjauqeSkq_WaovGc1Fp1TddV6N3vGqz1d2JKnHhSBEsbSv90iXn5SsNgb6SDu6fQ/s320/Pet+Peeve.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Seriously???</div><div style="text-align: left;">Kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-42103518727660851952011-09-07T22:19:00.000-05:002011-09-07T22:19:10.013-05:00T-I-R-E-D<div style="text-align: center;">Ok Gang. It has been a LONG day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I started off by dern near flunking my first ever nursing test. I didn't flunk it, but I got about as close to close can be, especially considering "flunking" in nursing school is a normal HIGH C. So after I regrouped and sat through a Nutrition lecture, I came home and did what most normal people would do. I moved the dining room table to the center of the living room so I had more room to study and could still be in the center of things going on in my house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRDZ3d6bUCj57hHaXb0c98t_i4_aeUu9EppJjqcrUcaM79tc7TgLgKHKtrHp6oZY-xK6mu5gql2ne-X79JM5QX9bZoeARwqDD09ncWIBdivjCQn65skA-UMrDnlIQ5o8wB1WWT1UI1g/s1600/Den.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheRDZ3d6bUCj57hHaXb0c98t_i4_aeUu9EppJjqcrUcaM79tc7TgLgKHKtrHp6oZY-xK6mu5gql2ne-X79JM5QX9bZoeARwqDD09ncWIBdivjCQn65skA-UMrDnlIQ5o8wB1WWT1UI1g/s320/Den.jpg" width="191" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yep, right up in the middle of the den. Isn't that what you would have done??</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then, I wrote two papers, took Dalton to Taekwondo, came home and watched a little over an hour of videos on interesting topics like this one....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqQhuMP13GOcN5V9ds6Gw9Qr6OXDbIUOkpphR0085HqaDk4Ry3TDc_CUBhDWbFFwKJUIlDT45pgcWaKhyphenhyphencj27jb6UlIGfBmJJSgyUElOus0bCDM_6syd5oisdw3OSNnVXij4ku0Q_yA/s1600/CathVideos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="191" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZqQhuMP13GOcN5V9ds6Gw9Qr6OXDbIUOkpphR0085HqaDk4Ry3TDc_CUBhDWbFFwKJUIlDT45pgcWaKhyphenhyphencj27jb6UlIGfBmJJSgyUElOus0bCDM_6syd5oisdw3OSNnVXij4ku0Q_yA/s320/CathVideos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Good stuff...NOT. Poor men.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Dalton has a Taekwondo testing tomorrow night. If I'm not mistaken, this is for his RED BELT which will officially make him a board breaker. I'm so proud of him. Blue (have I mentioned that is the name my child has officially declared for herself now??) has a soccer game tomorrow night. I think I have testing duty. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">One last important happening today....After nearly flunking my test today with a C, I decided I needed a large Diet Coke from Sonic (that's normal isn't it??). While I was waiting on my Coke, two young girls pulled up to the bay next to me to get them a Diet Coke, too. The only difference, they were on HORSES. Only in Mississippi. </div><br />
Y'all have a good night and pray for my C making self.<br />
<div style="text-align: left;">Kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-4825914725105547132011-09-06T19:51:00.000-05:002011-09-06T19:51:38.863-05:00????<div style="text-align: center;">Back to school today after a long weekend. Things are finally starting to feel real. I didn't have to report to Allstate immediately after class today. Even though I haven't worked for several weeks, I still had to get moved out of my space. I was there for 5 years and I accumulated a lot of mess during that time and a lot of pictures. Moving out was a chore. I think Allstate can now officially be considered a thing of the past for me. It feels really strange.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What do you guys do with pictures that you have framed? Most people that know me very well, know that I am a HUGE <a href="http://www.haljaffe.com/index2.php">Hal Jaffe</a> fan. My kids even modeled for him and are still in his some of his ads. Anyway, I have thousands of dollars of photos from over the years and not enough space to display them. How do you store things like this? I have to do something. I'm terrified they are going to get messed up. When I start showing you pictures from around my house, you will see I'm not kidding. I literally have no more wall space to display these things. That's it. It's time to build a new house.... It really is, but that won't happen until I get out of school (but that doesn't stop me from looking at floor plans).</div><div style="text-align: center;">My first test in Nursing is tomorrow. I'M A NERVOUS WRECK. To make matters worse, I opted to stay home and study tonight. Only one problem, I left my books in the truck and asked Jeff to take it to soccer practice and fill it up with gas for me :( UGHHH. Looks like it's going to be a long night for Kacy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm used to a blog full of pictures. I can't take pictures at school. I actually signed something to that affect today saying I wouldn't take any. Most would be pretty gross even if I could. Today I learned how to insert and remove NG tubes and had the honor of learning proper administration of a cleansing enema. I'm going to pass on the insertion of soapy water in my rear-end for any reason, but I guess I can add that to the repertoire of skills I am learning. S-C-A-R-Y. Ewww, maybe I could threaten the kids with something like that too, LOL.</div><div style="text-align: center;">We are about to crank up some major house renovations. That should provide us with plenty of photo ops. My house still looks like it did two years ago when we bought it, with the exception of FINALLY getting the kitchen in. Oh, and the roof blew off back in March and Jeff hasn't found the time to get it fixed. Nope, in six months, he has not had a spare moment to get the roof put on this house. I picked out the new roof in April but he was too busy when we were there that day to order the material. I'm gonna go out on a limb too and guess he's done no less than 25 roofs for other people during that time. Keep in mind, he doesn't step foot on an actual roof. He has a crew that does it. In order to secure that crew for the day, the phone call would take just less than two minutes (I've listened in on many of those phone calls). But he has been so busy he just can't get ours scheduled. I'll go ahead and let you know that the roof I want is a special order (of course) and takes 2 to 6 weeks to come in once it is ordered (and mine isn't ordered yet). He did, however, find the time to build a huge storage building out back. You know how it is, who really needs a roof anyway?? I'm wondering if it will be finished by January???</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let me get this first test behind me and I'll get some BEFORE pictures posted. Have a great night, I'll be up late and I'll let you know how the test goes tomorrow (unless I fail).</div><div style="text-align: left;">K</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-55978713512705936152011-09-03T20:39:00.000-05:002011-09-03T20:39:37.545-05:00Hi from Atlanta<div style="text-align: center;"><em>Well, the blog is officially under construction. I found a new background I liked, but I'm too tired to figure out the new banner. I just don't have the energy to watch a You Tube video tonight, but I'm getting there. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>We are in Atlanta this weekend for a soccer tournament. We arrived last night about 11:15 and have been up since 5...BOOOOO!!! We get to sleep in tomorrow until the late time of 7:30, GEES.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>OK, I'm going to give blogging another honest effort. I took some flack over my blog awhile back. It kind of just made me angry to be honest. This is MY blog and I don't require anyone to read it. I didn't appreciate being told that my content was inappropriate at times. Unfortunately, it's just my life. I don't make this mess up. I guess my life is inappropriate at times or at least that was how I took the criticism. If everyone were honest with themselves, I'm pretty sure their lives would be "inappropriate" at times, too. I just choose to share my life and all of the crazy things that go along with it. Writing about the weather just isn't something I'm interested in writing about or reading about. I also choose to tell the truth and not create a fantasy world as my online persona. What you read here is what you get. Come on over and see for yourself, or just ask my best friends. They will tell you, every bit of this is true. My days aren't always good and I don't <u>choose</u> to cover it up. You get the good, the bad and the ugly on here. So after months of missing my blog and several requests to bring it back, here I am. I found for awhile that Facebook was easier, but to be honest, I'm becoming more and more put off by FB. I actually just "defriended" about 300 people and may remove more. No fear, the people I got rid of weren't really friends anyway. They were more like colleagues and since I sold my agency, YES YOU READ THAT CORRECTLY, I don't see the need to be "friends" with every real estate agent and banker in Desoto County anymore. No offense to anyone, but your listings were taking up a lot of my news feed.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I am two weeks into nursing school and I'm fairly certain that will provide us with PLENTY of blog material. I learned this week that I am good with putting on a gown, but I flunked taking it off. Jeff said that sounded about right....we won't even go there. NICE. Who flunks taking their gown off??? That would be me. I have to repeat that skill. I truly hope you CAN teach an old dog new tricks.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Thanks for the encouragement to write again. I needed it and am looking forward to chronicling my nursing school journey and the life of a stay at home mom. Have I mentioned my kids are teenagers and have been invaded by evil two headed monsters? They stink too. Lord help me!</em></div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-80206557998630287972011-05-22T23:15:00.000-05:002011-05-22T23:15:11.866-05:00Phone Dump<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hang in there, this one is kind of long...Not in words, just pictures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got a "Smart Phone" for Christmas a year and a half ago. I love my phone for many reasons, but I don't like the fact that the darn camera on there is SO much more convenient than the large Canon I LOVE. I used to take my camera everywhere I went and have slowly gotten away from it because of this phone. Last week, I finally took the time to sit down and figure out how to move the pictures off of the phone and on to my computer (that was no small task). It's so easy to take them with the phone and upload to Facebook to share, although, I will say that Blogger has gotten faster.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is one I took of Blue (have I mentioned she prefers that name now????) one morning just after she had gotten up. She has these huge voluptuous lips in the mornings. I call her Big Lips Boom Boom. She won't like that I put that on here, but I don't think she reads....</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB02TB2yup4cLl5yTVrK8vGmLaCS2vWRBaIAsZuAWCWggDPfKpDjW5jiyiUwoqB2UTSGl3udRJdq4p3lRgJTaLX3gDXRXfPfFOKMtC2_Y64Kqfcr2Ts-HDB_ll_d7kn9xeH_HPkaxXIQ/s1600/phone+017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB02TB2yup4cLl5yTVrK8vGmLaCS2vWRBaIAsZuAWCWggDPfKpDjW5jiyiUwoqB2UTSGl3udRJdq4p3lRgJTaLX3gDXRXfPfFOKMtC2_Y64Kqfcr2Ts-HDB_ll_d7kn9xeH_HPkaxXIQ/s320/phone+017.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6cmqxxVz9ENoMZrUUiNI2ojBX-4SH1gMeiSEa6clFT2k-Z29dW0Rgs2fupmAPzi6E8oaDZ4Kg_iZt2DVtcvIgnoVKH-fQXdoD1t_d38jTayWI7yYLFc4Hpb9kriJZcypa1HGop40WQ/s1600/phone+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6cmqxxVz9ENoMZrUUiNI2ojBX-4SH1gMeiSEa6clFT2k-Z29dW0Rgs2fupmAPzi6E8oaDZ4Kg_iZt2DVtcvIgnoVKH-fQXdoD1t_d38jTayWI7yYLFc4Hpb9kriJZcypa1HGop40WQ/s320/phone+018.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This was our trip to the orthopaedic doctor. She was channeling her inner zen. She has MANY of the symptoms of RA that I have. She has been thoroughly tested and right now we just treat her with a prescription anti-inflammatory. Hopefully, we can keep it with just that and she will grow out of a lot of her issues. We'll get to more of that in a bit.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbiQbL2WWj1_Ki99fUdyRuzqIRXpe20hrAFLvDNxkbV6YFjCd28PeiA9od8oMmR8G55jDbhNfHFppRLh2IWcDprxPOZWKaZWasctKHNCdQDsYJwG6_FHLGhIoziPh_IRub7SVqIeO1w/s1600/phone+028.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBbiQbL2WWj1_Ki99fUdyRuzqIRXpe20hrAFLvDNxkbV6YFjCd28PeiA9od8oMmR8G55jDbhNfHFppRLh2IWcDprxPOZWKaZWasctKHNCdQDsYJwG6_FHLGhIoziPh_IRub7SVqIeO1w/s320/phone+028.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This looks like we were in a hotel room somewhere. I can't remember where exactly. We've spent a lot of time in hotels in the last year. Soccer tournaments times 2 kids keeps us pretty busy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">She calls this "Praying Mantis".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_Smpf8-w8St_tu26kUTj1V9m0G-lt-N8NwJq4gv8QNqAszXZlQwzc-YKBVZMSmxas_Qo3Ka6IuKPsRsieVVMgRgPhmQ8jceRWmHPuJ3KdRqE6BWxPkfuSU6VWaeH1wot27LVrnjjNQ/s1600/phone+029.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_Smpf8-w8St_tu26kUTj1V9m0G-lt-N8NwJq4gv8QNqAszXZlQwzc-YKBVZMSmxas_Qo3Ka6IuKPsRsieVVMgRgPhmQ8jceRWmHPuJ3KdRqE6BWxPkfuSU6VWaeH1wot27LVrnjjNQ/s320/phone+029.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The Dalt Man at his first Taekwondo Board Breaking class. He was so proud. He broke ALL of those boards by himself. (I was pretty proud myself.) I still have the boards and need some creative ideas on what to do with them. He wants to keep them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHxMO5p2yBgowcJjJbFUSKSxjFG2Nq8fPiNQRROks-izvOIklijP6AcXYKr7f2p0E1GqtWeWHjL9QWyfC4xEHBMG0YILHpRVyuzkaLlyAM5tPnl9ZVhp23Wyd6avJfcBFObwnrk8Lyw/s1600/phone+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXHxMO5p2yBgowcJjJbFUSKSxjFG2Nq8fPiNQRROks-izvOIklijP6AcXYKr7f2p0E1GqtWeWHjL9QWyfC4xEHBMG0YILHpRVyuzkaLlyAM5tPnl9ZVhp23Wyd6avJfcBFObwnrk8Lyw/s320/phone+030.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Just a random day when Dalton had soccer practice and Blue didn't. This was how we entertained ourselves on that particular day.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiblmoqH2QBsADXjc_YYfKmiJEMQZzAdYNXVyHE9J_dXliS_hZQjlpi6AkE6umeuHjaISl0jftYCvy5i28DsnoNWiOfp7SNNH_U0OuVLphhwYzgal0W_Oe1hA5Un69-EvWvbuKPjt_SQ/s1600/phone+039.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiblmoqH2QBsADXjc_YYfKmiJEMQZzAdYNXVyHE9J_dXliS_hZQjlpi6AkE6umeuHjaISl0jftYCvy5i28DsnoNWiOfp7SNNH_U0OuVLphhwYzgal0W_Oe1hA5Un69-EvWvbuKPjt_SQ/s320/phone+039.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My favorite place on Earth. I'm headed back on July 1st for TEN WHOLE DAYS!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXEP7Ph7ZpoLhxtRfPJbCcZlLaV33uNxKlG_cIvXoNxndBEL75C6Ema-iWelcVPi8Lbtzzw7XOfVsg7vWrsyf446aYdV1Qs2AgE-wEv0AHtQUdphyphenhyphenkB4f6SGmysuzSnCWvner-PCFVg/s1600/phone+044.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggXEP7Ph7ZpoLhxtRfPJbCcZlLaV33uNxKlG_cIvXoNxndBEL75C6Ema-iWelcVPi8Lbtzzw7XOfVsg7vWrsyf446aYdV1Qs2AgE-wEv0AHtQUdphyphenhyphenkB4f6SGmysuzSnCWvner-PCFVg/s320/phone+044.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My favorite cat...Tony the Tiger. During this process, I found there were more pictures of him on my phone than other one thing. I guess I like him more than I thought.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIWOXeC6xMTPYABfwCvnZchv6KsleO1HA4OcN7xR3ncFp6_gqU02tx9bT4kzg6uZdffxqjhB_5rXZjt09Ju4Kf0fSaHR6kDoPPV-2koTK3nuJYXDEsTmjfHLyVGcM6nFlZJ2U3oCFbg/s1600/phone+049.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrIWOXeC6xMTPYABfwCvnZchv6KsleO1HA4OcN7xR3ncFp6_gqU02tx9bT4kzg6uZdffxqjhB_5rXZjt09Ju4Kf0fSaHR6kDoPPV-2koTK3nuJYXDEsTmjfHLyVGcM6nFlZJ2U3oCFbg/s320/phone+049.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This was ANOTHER trip to the orthopaedic. This was prior to X Ray. The doctor made me a bet that she had broken that long bone in her foot. He drew on it so they would know what he wanted to look at. He was right. She broke it. And then she broke it again in the same spot about 4 months later. We took more time off and then did several weeks of physical therapy. So far, we haven't had anymore trouble out of it :) Jeff and I cringe everytime she hooks something with that left foot, although both breaks were NOT from kicks with that foot, but rather a plant. We also changed her cleats...if it happens again...well we just won't go there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjrI7X7xZYlBX6LMWhjAtkeGOC46Z793dXbT4GypgymECZ1dflm_2fprRZC1rfkxg0IX-5Nz9By66_7Q6AB7hUZTG-80yfZXsk0UGo3lXaa0nPKLhyXdt17KLvvGqgJ87aR-XO_lqXQ/s1600/phone+062.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQjrI7X7xZYlBX6LMWhjAtkeGOC46Z793dXbT4GypgymECZ1dflm_2fprRZC1rfkxg0IX-5Nz9By66_7Q6AB7hUZTG-80yfZXsk0UGo3lXaa0nPKLhyXdt17KLvvGqgJ87aR-XO_lqXQ/s320/phone+062.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I walked in and found this one night...That's her daddy's belt. She acts a lot like him, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60u5pvID1VUzJfJl7LRc2Ace4DIRM3oTkJpcle3exbxYg-UwwEVgt_HUUyAILhAo_SjhpXEDCkAm1tI_cWndLWuLb8OugbjC1OoYj8QPKBQPpzhJ5EN8ho_WxU6PWO4a5hSqUuWtmHA/s1600/phone+070.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi60u5pvID1VUzJfJl7LRc2Ace4DIRM3oTkJpcle3exbxYg-UwwEVgt_HUUyAILhAo_SjhpXEDCkAm1tI_cWndLWuLb8OugbjC1OoYj8QPKBQPpzhJ5EN8ho_WxU6PWO4a5hSqUuWtmHA/s320/phone+070.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> These are pictures of pictures...but they are too cute to pass up. This was way back in the day at Chuck E. Cheese. (I hate that place!!)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwipFtXUhhse3sSTTj3odpqa8zLoPwZOFkn3rv86FIQynIrnBKvfdwfLk2tIy96z6aAKmm51qCkO-UOmKCoyRkLbyevlGGXTbaY9nQcb3jzM1qkVHJOuUii2DLhuDs5YOMB75z3HeJw/s1600/phone+084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijwipFtXUhhse3sSTTj3odpqa8zLoPwZOFkn3rv86FIQynIrnBKvfdwfLk2tIy96z6aAKmm51qCkO-UOmKCoyRkLbyevlGGXTbaY9nQcb3jzM1qkVHJOuUii2DLhuDs5YOMB75z3HeJw/s320/phone+084.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFkCQffiEhHBlK52zxWvtezS1rUkC4tRYpkNwTGD8t2VHIYuRQS6lZEU7_CN3qLkXsVEtmMUaDC6veBUqZYmOXyKoSi9PXHEsI0E5sOv4MXowF4osfvm_7lZ19Y_z69gkaU_D1chPXw/s1600/phone+085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFkCQffiEhHBlK52zxWvtezS1rUkC4tRYpkNwTGD8t2VHIYuRQS6lZEU7_CN3qLkXsVEtmMUaDC6veBUqZYmOXyKoSi9PXHEsI0E5sOv4MXowF4osfvm_7lZ19Y_z69gkaU_D1chPXw/s320/phone+085.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> That is Dalton's bird. This was another trip to the ER. My kids got in a fight and Blue smashed Dalt's finger in the door. It was pretty bent up and black and blue. NOT A GOOD DAY. Blue would like me to share (right now) that this was an accident :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01hMrnIf1Mj8mFcoy8YawXLjkdo8Y4RJ1l6sNsoKDrAjaKwMh63y5VnJXSKjqEZ_50dVDYwlOcAnBZbweH8NX1vh3ksE75HzVWP38ZsbAy68O4vxgjx5GVxyjQjurYbD0CNNui5M7xQ/s1600/phone+087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg01hMrnIf1Mj8mFcoy8YawXLjkdo8Y4RJ1l6sNsoKDrAjaKwMh63y5VnJXSKjqEZ_50dVDYwlOcAnBZbweH8NX1vh3ksE75HzVWP38ZsbAy68O4vxgjx5GVxyjQjurYbD0CNNui5M7xQ/s320/phone+087.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> These are my pendant lights that still have not been hung. Jeff did bring a fellow over today to mud the sheet rock around the fireplace so I can paint and he can install the mantle and new TV. Tomorrow, the insurance adjuster is coming out to look at the roof and all of the interior damage from these crazy storms we've had. Hopefully, this will get the ball rolling on getting things finished up around here. We've been here for almost two years....this is getting ridiculous. Blue has a friend spending the night tonight for the first time ever and I can't even believe I allowed it. I love her friends, but I hate my house. Well, I love my house, but I hate that it's not finished.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLX9V107MdRSHcgncKi0j037zz9gfNt6qZ89LSyd61zBPwkgm2y4C93IcMCIjSpAtjHwv-KCdCLLe_INXbCh1ecP_C05jwnQyrSzdNWeTW2UZY8vV078jiRTnSDhyOYoaPC3BQ96nMw/s1600/phone+095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLX9V107MdRSHcgncKi0j037zz9gfNt6qZ89LSyd61zBPwkgm2y4C93IcMCIjSpAtjHwv-KCdCLLe_INXbCh1ecP_C05jwnQyrSzdNWeTW2UZY8vV078jiRTnSDhyOYoaPC3BQ96nMw/s320/phone+095.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is poor Izzy after she was hit by that car. She spent a long time in that collar :( but she's all good now. This broke my heart and was really hard on all of us. In the end, we saved her leg and that's all that mattered.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zr_1KdkFt2LLImJyPTtnWKvSC2B-iAFaZQQOjhOd0IR6S1noNVcneDqzccj8VBL6ICFKuoSs9U63eLLqYy5h7mtlvO9l6eOki9MtzoDaC4yFecu84RzSlhs-w7P4p_Mde4bfD9QM7A/s1600/phone+096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1zr_1KdkFt2LLImJyPTtnWKvSC2B-iAFaZQQOjhOd0IR6S1noNVcneDqzccj8VBL6ICFKuoSs9U63eLLqYy5h7mtlvO9l6eOki9MtzoDaC4yFecu84RzSlhs-w7P4p_Mde4bfD9QM7A/s320/phone+096.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Jeff and the kids before singing Christmas carols at a nursing home (aren't they cute?). Jeff, Dalt and I love doing this. Blue is completely creeped out by the whole thing and waited in the lobby. I had to bargain with her just to get her there. She was going to stay at home by herself. Hopefully next year, she will come willingly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vUkLPhlL8KRzFsPhFnWLtoQd9zIrzoRmObPr_uIXsii5WkvAbFksBvq9ioJIt-_6tg682g52zmkMAGeY2w0-HAPKYLC_eXOt5DiEI75Vx4n8_4vzO998b1oFcphWM_Xr_8EnDcKaTA/s1600/phone+099.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7vUkLPhlL8KRzFsPhFnWLtoQd9zIrzoRmObPr_uIXsii5WkvAbFksBvq9ioJIt-_6tg682g52zmkMAGeY2w0-HAPKYLC_eXOt5DiEI75Vx4n8_4vzO998b1oFcphWM_Xr_8EnDcKaTA/s320/phone+099.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Our Christmas Card this year. I was happy with how it turned out...I even had gifts wrapped under the tree this year ahead of time. I like the more creative cards. That's more my style as opposed to the traditional card. Don't get me wrong. I love those, too. These just tend to fit my family a little better and our personalities.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvu0U4_8i7w4_OSMKFkF-4OrNXUmoNLWtqzW0hFNw1GDhHU456e3Ls6P8Vrtr78qpKzJsxei8WRRlhkugzfvcGBC3rdNi6Blywcb-EMB-frrMvLZCAZP6h8yQnTHGjiMeNo1TgPMSrA/s1600/phone+105.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvu0U4_8i7w4_OSMKFkF-4OrNXUmoNLWtqzW0hFNw1GDhHU456e3Ls6P8Vrtr78qpKzJsxei8WRRlhkugzfvcGBC3rdNi6Blywcb-EMB-frrMvLZCAZP6h8yQnTHGjiMeNo1TgPMSrA/s320/phone+105.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This was a picture I took during the Christmas Service at church. I love all of the candles. I've been going to church here for the last 14 years and this is always my favorite service. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuE9emkrh38enmnnHH5eohM_dYJYSlIXMG7QQgLnUuABhNF2NzS08bJ5R96f-wjapreb69Or3fSMB2wQubEPS0bQWcb3o4tICWBnrQNESoWqCbLv7hjutZssPJfnFw1cYNPveZzM8fcg/s1600/phone+106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuE9emkrh38enmnnHH5eohM_dYJYSlIXMG7QQgLnUuABhNF2NzS08bJ5R96f-wjapreb69Or3fSMB2wQubEPS0bQWcb3o4tICWBnrQNESoWqCbLv7hjutZssPJfnFw1cYNPveZzM8fcg/s320/phone+106.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Speaking of my house and the improvements that need to be made...how about the camo chimney my husband put up? He put a fireplace in and SHOCKED me with his choice of siding....This actually just got covered up about two weeks ago. Do you see why I'm embarrassed to have people over??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEc0JfEPn2uMxjRUhvzag0NOPhMF7pdy__uLelzSXbd_gid7r2xz4JR2OGzLvNj5Vhc3U0fv5WITitKWIr7_igAPPbLVAe_yJrVSPltRxTn2f5l1eU5vbRhuuK0VxRK8Y2XklIfFjbQ/s1600/phone+111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBEc0JfEPn2uMxjRUhvzag0NOPhMF7pdy__uLelzSXbd_gid7r2xz4JR2OGzLvNj5Vhc3U0fv5WITitKWIr7_igAPPbLVAe_yJrVSPltRxTn2f5l1eU5vbRhuuK0VxRK8Y2XklIfFjbQ/s320/phone+111.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This is some embroidery/applique work I wanted to figure out how to do. One night when I was ready to throw my machine through the window, I figured it out....but I still haven't done it (story of my life).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOB7oAe57oLcQGo_GbI18HGkHzTKIUqf2ruHvQL-qDdguvCwSaqdjFTxI_BTeQmu05MPTqoLKZ7U5oZImX-Fx_DkbxRuwXI02IfXxHU2xUIL3wneo0xTdxQVhsZrbuNGBXr5lEHPzng/s1600/phone+118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEOB7oAe57oLcQGo_GbI18HGkHzTKIUqf2ruHvQL-qDdguvCwSaqdjFTxI_BTeQmu05MPTqoLKZ7U5oZImX-Fx_DkbxRuwXI02IfXxHU2xUIL3wneo0xTdxQVhsZrbuNGBXr5lEHPzng/s320/phone+118.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I took this one snow day...we had MANY this year. I don't drive on the white stuff. As a matter of fact, I don't drive if there is a threat of the white stuff. I don't drive well in the sunshine, so I figure it's best for everyone if I just stay off the roads. Doesn't Tony look thrilled? Oh and I don't play favorites with Blue, I SWEAR. Dalton is not a fan of having his picture taken and Blue loves it so much she takes pictures of herself....didn't want anyone to think I was loving one child more or something. Blue doesn't like to talk to me but Dalton does. I just can't "show" you that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9ONPo7HTDYvtQxCa4RundnMYnOdw0eKHtfpXwbHbyvliFIf1wTeRfIq0_-8mkdy_8RFYfFQ3fr5IVJ4hXDASi77UtMrcf-lwjKD2B_nlOpasc6PBje_CDLBkZYa3askUItYp4RCEgA/s1600/phone+124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH9ONPo7HTDYvtQxCa4RundnMYnOdw0eKHtfpXwbHbyvliFIf1wTeRfIq0_-8mkdy_8RFYfFQ3fr5IVJ4hXDASi77UtMrcf-lwjKD2B_nlOpasc6PBje_CDLBkZYa3askUItYp4RCEgA/s320/phone+124.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My new favorite BLING...and I have the matching bracelet. Gotta love Chico's jewelry!! And those big rings, cover up those gnarly knuckles. Those pointer finger ones are the worst.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZY8_ANoK9WSbk8Gm3lnMiKediPo3eu1BDFVR_yR07atMpapapnVAZIIg2qE1DcRczOKIw6HqZLx9LEw7z4mG52mbeQPfbPNWEft1t7bqb7ccFojEqLwlaw7F6PaYsIsqrKJLHW-c2uA/s1600/phone+133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZY8_ANoK9WSbk8Gm3lnMiKediPo3eu1BDFVR_yR07atMpapapnVAZIIg2qE1DcRczOKIw6HqZLx9LEw7z4mG52mbeQPfbPNWEft1t7bqb7ccFojEqLwlaw7F6PaYsIsqrKJLHW-c2uA/s320/phone+133.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This was something I wanted to make. Blue likes these and I refuse to pay that much for something that would be more fun to make anyway...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdmMrKaxfdTqTvRDO6KH_Jy0RkP52GNjaKdErXMgLnV3-xDGTj4-1tEt-MOGm974MadU1dgQsFJobFEOG9E-_XahqlPgEv6cc3MQrxKTc8xv4P7WCh_tQq7bXEZh3D371hJGpX2Uc8Q/s1600/phone+147.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicdmMrKaxfdTqTvRDO6KH_Jy0RkP52GNjaKdErXMgLnV3-xDGTj4-1tEt-MOGm974MadU1dgQsFJobFEOG9E-_XahqlPgEv6cc3MQrxKTc8xv4P7WCh_tQq7bXEZh3D371hJGpX2Uc8Q/s320/phone+147.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> This was probably another snow day and we were bored...I had a highlighter handy...one thing lead to another....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlGG1Rsnp5l5UiVWfLX-eeQiCl9ClTYCUDl8dsaKLhmZon2TKUQO0utV37vEdQ1Gofilhme592j621fugnzPXAq1b3EmryHLvlGF8IIMNkpKNUgNMjsg8EUDgLLVt5Y91nOKjer1isw/s1600/phone+130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPlGG1Rsnp5l5UiVWfLX-eeQiCl9ClTYCUDl8dsaKLhmZon2TKUQO0utV37vEdQ1Gofilhme592j621fugnzPXAq1b3EmryHLvlGF8IIMNkpKNUgNMjsg8EUDgLLVt5Y91nOKjer1isw/s320/phone+130.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Blue's Easter Bunny sucker/cookies on a stick...A couple of them turned out good, some of them gave me nightmares....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxXjULUUpL_irVMxjOJu67dOx54nlNnpN2HIQOgVQU8mwitIYvVLSu8JFQzY1VZb6cHgCpYw8a8ReLCi6ogA7iaXd2zp-aeENijzBFD7RMLqW43nfV7VFd87AZYXnsfAdb2lwzHgcEw/s1600/phone+160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxXjULUUpL_irVMxjOJu67dOx54nlNnpN2HIQOgVQU8mwitIYvVLSu8JFQzY1VZb6cHgCpYw8a8ReLCi6ogA7iaXd2zp-aeENijzBFD7RMLqW43nfV7VFd87AZYXnsfAdb2lwzHgcEw/s320/phone+160.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I got up one morning and found these things EVERYWHERE. I thought this one hit the nail on the head...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmENw8_LkTI1dj-FjvQ51p0KfMDu_nfu5Rho6si5QAzXhtBcJBtPpwOrPps7RVYHStOb_9oeRnJbnyjwKtTOmiZMeMJVGjy3sUA_tx8sIfk_o2lftVgzRD6pvrP9DZUopvb2x2rT9nTw/s1600/phone+163.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmENw8_LkTI1dj-FjvQ51p0KfMDu_nfu5Rho6si5QAzXhtBcJBtPpwOrPps7RVYHStOb_9oeRnJbnyjwKtTOmiZMeMJVGjy3sUA_tx8sIfk_o2lftVgzRD6pvrP9DZUopvb2x2rT9nTw/s320/phone+163.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRS1NoD021o2zF7QwJ-NYd4rvunnCmq98ilr5uMbZ1d9-V_xUi-oep8VeYrNnCmV58hrMOjm4zfMl4Op6aRSHtqqrdY0hHir1ynXM9ewpDZjNXLRxiPFYHNnG5yhfPLaN861NgIJlZZw/s1600/phone+164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRS1NoD021o2zF7QwJ-NYd4rvunnCmq98ilr5uMbZ1d9-V_xUi-oep8VeYrNnCmV58hrMOjm4zfMl4Op6aRSHtqqrdY0hHir1ynXM9ewpDZjNXLRxiPFYHNnG5yhfPLaN861NgIJlZZw/s320/phone+164.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Somehow, we ended up at Marlowe's one night after soccer practice. This really was an accident, but we had a blast and even bought a T-shirt. Elvis is getting cooler and cooler to me the older I get.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgblcs7HcZEor0S-F294qBNoBjJCvTF0BwIhT0o0dgK9Uob3ewqxBIBGw3jW5AAEW67A0HDOVJAZqCs1FCvFYoz7ujH8VyrzGJ_DCFUipHAzcHPqUHuWCsqmhxU92vqED1VuYwdPY4Afw/s1600/phone+189.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgblcs7HcZEor0S-F294qBNoBjJCvTF0BwIhT0o0dgK9Uob3ewqxBIBGw3jW5AAEW67A0HDOVJAZqCs1FCvFYoz7ujH8VyrzGJ_DCFUipHAzcHPqUHuWCsqmhxU92vqED1VuYwdPY4Afw/s320/phone+189.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I've had this twice in the last year...That's my computer at work. I'm over it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6heZrGWgd6GvNYN7atAnrHI7m6ogPlLd4nW8tNegXPxH-6NY2r9F-YiMCzBfAQMO1-c3gatLkXhKwQK4JzoNnqD-Y0L5kna-90JTH6hUZ_0j9Es66GaNhAD9dPqYNVTmXgyrqcubHIA/s1600/phone+195.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6heZrGWgd6GvNYN7atAnrHI7m6ogPlLd4nW8tNegXPxH-6NY2r9F-YiMCzBfAQMO1-c3gatLkXhKwQK4JzoNnqD-Y0L5kna-90JTH6hUZ_0j9Es66GaNhAD9dPqYNVTmXgyrqcubHIA/s320/phone+195.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My feathers...I couldn't resist. One of the kids at the kid's school said, "I wish my mom was as immature as you are."</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibo-7w0YUyKwMhoOI2vClN_7pqlOrXouiZx9aJKMPVZbphyphenhyphenwMwuayvBDlJ17cwjfaLhlSJvf1IJcm0mubBOfBqKx8_S3GNxXFeITsi9y8ZnNicqgSQ4Gzy5L9ZYrQTyWlw45JyXi6XUg/s1600/phone+196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibo-7w0YUyKwMhoOI2vClN_7pqlOrXouiZx9aJKMPVZbphyphenhyphenwMwuayvBDlJ17cwjfaLhlSJvf1IJcm0mubBOfBqKx8_S3GNxXFeITsi9y8ZnNicqgSQ4Gzy5L9ZYrQTyWlw45JyXi6XUg/s320/phone+196.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My sweet Mother's Day card. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0gJsFBoU-TP6-ACcFBEeITk20L36qQye2fexUnmzT7SaA_uXgTmgJr3Q0GmADywxjWKn22fe1u7IjxTZLs5XDan75Of_y4J3HphFfGDpyPHqgn92VgAoc5hzn_ry7a1Hi18VeIYUqQ/s1600/phone+202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO0gJsFBoU-TP6-ACcFBEeITk20L36qQye2fexUnmzT7SaA_uXgTmgJr3Q0GmADywxjWKn22fe1u7IjxTZLs5XDan75Of_y4J3HphFfGDpyPHqgn92VgAoc5hzn_ry7a1Hi18VeIYUqQ/s320/phone+202.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-_24cVqEMVMXJs7IbSnp7fD7a-UtrkSBWrRKfg0e7Ib48aOWyNvReP1DNVnz0Jd2xgJzPBQxjh6_0YH4yRfHUK8b7ZC_YdXZer5aXEf5231qMxozA6XT_GonQzJhMaxZ9REhDaPcpQ/s1600/phone+203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja-_24cVqEMVMXJs7IbSnp7fD7a-UtrkSBWrRKfg0e7Ib48aOWyNvReP1DNVnz0Jd2xgJzPBQxjh6_0YH4yRfHUK8b7ZC_YdXZer5aXEf5231qMxozA6XT_GonQzJhMaxZ9REhDaPcpQ/s320/phone+203.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Love those babies. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Rock Out.</div><div style="text-align: center;">K</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-25293096337081641542011-05-21T13:09:00.000-05:002011-05-21T13:09:30.294-05:00Project of the Day/WEEK<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uCz2LHGFc9vJRopDmyR4A8HVeAwhwlO4LF66nGkpoF3rFiouXPv50J3PtBrOH4CPHcNgOFtww552u36LIPw1H8pgkGzteUBSqreJHqOemG0l_SV6eapGKRtxyn7HsQxMnuSBUZdgrw/s1600/Mantel+Project+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4uCz2LHGFc9vJRopDmyR4A8HVeAwhwlO4LF66nGkpoF3rFiouXPv50J3PtBrOH4CPHcNgOFtww552u36LIPw1H8pgkGzteUBSqreJHqOemG0l_SV6eapGKRtxyn7HsQxMnuSBUZdgrw/s320/Mantel+Project+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">I took on a new project this past week that landed me outside quite a bit. I didn't really mean to start a project considering in the last 7 days I spent a day in the hospital with Dalton - food poisoning, Blue had an all day field trip to the Space Center in Huntsville Alabama, Dalton got inducted into the Junior National Honor Society, Blue had her end of the year 5th Grade Cookout (I'm Room Mom), Dalton had his last day of 6th Grade, all of the "normal" soccer events of the week, and oh yeah, I work.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Can you see that building among the trees? That is the building Jeff built last Fall/Winter. If I'm not mistaken, it's still empty. BUT, it HAD to be done then. He didn't choose to work on the inside of my still unfinished house. I'm having to take some of those matters into my OWN hands.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULJ4Z_18UF_yV_ReAnk6PK5Cjlk1dLq9eMfwMfQHxU2pMvmi2c1ulcIGSk3ehhUd07BECt0uMul8yqjqUjjb1ewIrXF2fByJ_uaqbh8IxuFbS8IeHHKV6PCkn4A6HZ8IVrhPUz1uHjg/s1600/Mantel+Project+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiULJ4Z_18UF_yV_ReAnk6PK5Cjlk1dLq9eMfwMfQHxU2pMvmi2c1ulcIGSk3ehhUd07BECt0uMul8yqjqUjjb1ewIrXF2fByJ_uaqbh8IxuFbS8IeHHKV6PCkn4A6HZ8IVrhPUz1uHjg/s320/Mantel+Project+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He did do a good job of camouflaging the building though, which was a BIG concern to me. There really isn't a way to make a HUGE metal building look attractive on your land. It also houses the Bug and Golf Cart and should house the lawn mowerS, but he chooses to keep those up near the house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">OK, we scored this awesome antique mantle on Craig's List. Jeff is an avid Craig's List shopper. Me...not so much. I like the deals he finds, but I don't have the patience to shop. This one paid off and we scored it for $20. We are having to do a little work on the wall for it to fit, but in the end we are still coming out great. AND, it gave Jeff the opportunity to show off his power tools. Power tools make him happy. I don't get it. I prefer a hammer and nails. Jeff prefers a nail gun that requires an air compressor. Whatever floats his boat..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygOCAR-wf4hf9sjh533Use_FGx9FxqYvweQiE3WieSTjTByoHXu914YTnPiA5QALjQbGWXtT1biGO7uMwWEnTWm5ohpUfp2_SI9YMfIlGRmLgHPZ-do7t_R-BQRfRTg1y_DlW09-rWg/s1600/Mantel+Project+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygOCAR-wf4hf9sjh533Use_FGx9FxqYvweQiE3WieSTjTByoHXu914YTnPiA5QALjQbGWXtT1biGO7uMwWEnTWm5ohpUfp2_SI9YMfIlGRmLgHPZ-do7t_R-BQRfRTg1y_DlW09-rWg/s320/Mantel+Project+005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbMUdjyo2tJvwY9sWOVih4t3tG1M1UZvQ2FnSuWDyiLqUo3z1fURwdeiIZ45xbwY_z4l0naHGZBUdd7xRne2Va2BLxemfXJ9oJSA_g80tN_Jm8JJ60RgAhtn5-kqYse4YKOV-ejCypg/s1600/Mantel+Project+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkbMUdjyo2tJvwY9sWOVih4t3tG1M1UZvQ2FnSuWDyiLqUo3z1fURwdeiIZ45xbwY_z4l0naHGZBUdd7xRne2Va2BLxemfXJ9oJSA_g80tN_Jm8JJ60RgAhtn5-kqYse4YKOV-ejCypg/s320/Mantel+Project+008.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I posted pictures of my score on FB and my idea to paint it white to match the trim. Several folks were as proud of my find as I was and suggested different ways to finish it. Considering everything else I had going on, my creative juices were not flowing on this one. It's a good thing I have friends I can count on :) Donna told me to spray paint that bad boy and but a chocolate glaze on it. She's never seen my house (that I know of anyway) but she couldn't have told me anything more perfect for my hodge podge of decor. After a few questions and a few brief directions that all played out on Facebook, I dove in. (I ain't skeered of some paint.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUt2lqWHlWW5H3md3wvwYE5Afuen2rmfbuMQyjAwWAU05XsDANDXAvTulBFA2SA1F0iCaXtpuvOAk7DJ0vybSyh4mqHGd_RIk-lN19paiE4S6AHUgIh8LQA4mjdyh2-hf-Zy9K74N14Q/s1600/Mantel+Project+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUt2lqWHlWW5H3md3wvwYE5Afuen2rmfbuMQyjAwWAU05XsDANDXAvTulBFA2SA1F0iCaXtpuvOAk7DJ0vybSyh4mqHGd_RIk-lN19paiE4S6AHUgIh8LQA4mjdyh2-hf-Zy9K74N14Q/s320/Mantel+Project+009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was after the first coat of spray paint and it was getting dark and I had to quit. Not to mention my husband had moved on to a gas can and some sort of fire making device...Have I mentioned the fire department has paid my husband MANY visits over the years. That small fire in the background was an ant hill. Poor ants.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LiLsrrOcciQyeglQ-hGxt74-GKncsNXSQN357BdpmkP5N242nV2E-zYxPsOT_6Dj_ve6hUpDoM4rjDFvWQSy9N2TALP43rOAQIpmTUw3MLgdLptYFT1eJmnZpp9KqhiJ3hpBn_BllA/s1600/Mantel+Project+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LiLsrrOcciQyeglQ-hGxt74-GKncsNXSQN357BdpmkP5N242nV2E-zYxPsOT_6Dj_ve6hUpDoM4rjDFvWQSy9N2TALP43rOAQIpmTUw3MLgdLptYFT1eJmnZpp9KqhiJ3hpBn_BllA/s320/Mantel+Project+010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just think these are pretty so I took a picture of them. Anybody know what they are?? They are just occurring naturally in my back yard (a part which still has had NO attention) but I really like them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Dkf_p9gBXCZLSmpHPTlEs8qza2GhQZXUy5r7SjmAx-tf-RtJYYzfsU6P7alUHMGD0mFrHF72ikZBVPig5g5IkNCpiAUF6MdmQct128q3mZQ87yZm23vH-IQK6TJHmQby3Y-sCowBxQ/s1600/Mantel+Project+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Dkf_p9gBXCZLSmpHPTlEs8qza2GhQZXUy5r7SjmAx-tf-RtJYYzfsU6P7alUHMGD0mFrHF72ikZBVPig5g5IkNCpiAUF6MdmQct128q3mZQ87yZm23vH-IQK6TJHmQby3Y-sCowBxQ/s320/Mantel+Project+013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I took the next two pictures in time sequence watching Jeff from a distance. He had a large pile of branches and sticks that have been blown around the yard from recent storms. What caught my eye, was that he had come back up to the patio for MORE gasoline. Apparently this size fire was not big enough for him.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVZosIeFEs-0pg1LC4GLu_LenFBs2aColjjsN2L0q5tzOBM1l7ic5exuwD9yQQmWE0SFDw8Lq2_YqpGzxZ0teHwz79qbcN87LUdBsrzhqJAbvVh25POEIHAE3yURaiVvao9HjT3bfzA/s1600/Mantel+Project+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnVZosIeFEs-0pg1LC4GLu_LenFBs2aColjjsN2L0q5tzOBM1l7ic5exuwD9yQQmWE0SFDw8Lq2_YqpGzxZ0teHwz79qbcN87LUdBsrzhqJAbvVh25POEIHAE3yURaiVvao9HjT3bfzA/s320/Mantel+Project+014.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, he poured gas on it. I was shocked to find out he still had eyebrows when all was said and done.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82E_NJsthMZyol8-q3B7WMbaq0KmM47_pfl-DgNA98MtXum-N40G3QLI8MmtCHelUmAwiB4pDVEml2VaTGDIZZlFsuz-gDyIWbpAQ0hRSJEhlU3i2lLHZOI4tm55u-eljTLTAVB0sGA/s1600/Mantel+Project+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi82E_NJsthMZyol8-q3B7WMbaq0KmM47_pfl-DgNA98MtXum-N40G3QLI8MmtCHelUmAwiB4pDVEml2VaTGDIZZlFsuz-gDyIWbpAQ0hRSJEhlU3i2lLHZOI4tm55u-eljTLTAVB0sGA/s320/Mantel+Project+015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I asked him to note that not only did he take out the ants, but to also note the LARGE amount of grass he burned. He doesn't really care what I think when it comes to the yard. I've left it alone. He'll get obsessed over it sooner or later. He always does...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJarABz25T69ckO-cuSMRHneFaqsQiHXAJqHk_6Mx52yMV8O1yb5BDEnAju_MMQIGJsdSb1F9Pk8jteLW_W50QhoMQzJxpT4Fordwcd2MQ9GJCtKrlfSZSz3_hNu64BXhzxG0gRvQhg/s1600/Mantel+Project+016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJarABz25T69ckO-cuSMRHneFaqsQiHXAJqHk_6Mx52yMV8O1yb5BDEnAju_MMQIGJsdSb1F9Pk8jteLW_W50QhoMQzJxpT4Fordwcd2MQ9GJCtKrlfSZSz3_hNu64BXhzxG0gRvQhg/s320/Mantel+Project+016.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I told you it was a busy week...This one passed out on the trampoline.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMzyAu-AFZCgy29gH9Itw0s8EKPTRkDIkdn3dl3bKz5hdCD0nlbvAtlZNDBNrIcrQa8oWjE_FIU2QjN2Ce-zVJ2B17g06quEXSisnyMjDSQg1Fcq5uoxi-KVMmFV1-1j4PqG5NoK8Aw/s1600/Mantel+Project+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuMzyAu-AFZCgy29gH9Itw0s8EKPTRkDIkdn3dl3bKz5hdCD0nlbvAtlZNDBNrIcrQa8oWjE_FIU2QjN2Ce-zVJ2B17g06quEXSisnyMjDSQg1Fcq5uoxi-KVMmFV1-1j4PqG5NoK8Aw/s320/Mantel+Project+017.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Two coats of paint...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHTAK6CTY17rIjh5qJ4JZ5E0WBtnnM5OnpJ7x72-zM-_b_cLSL7q16LkBovGabq7o48Kn0QwDa_iqdGVCfeANYcChQY8uTUs8YaujFH5nY24xi4Qq1kyHJ0n1i5Gq1xDoHc-GvvG70NA/s1600/Mantel+Project+019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHTAK6CTY17rIjh5qJ4JZ5E0WBtnnM5OnpJ7x72-zM-_b_cLSL7q16LkBovGabq7o48Kn0QwDa_iqdGVCfeANYcChQY8uTUs8YaujFH5nY24xi4Qq1kyHJ0n1i5Gq1xDoHc-GvvG70NA/s320/Mantel+Project+019.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Here is a misplaced picture of before, but we will make the most of it.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiuI3l_VRNFgDQZPe4oNMkRXOMCv7s0mQdQ9eeAy5kssgAfUFy0BDlNQXBQoHYAjzGyJDrcXL_mYlgOuZrteXcfo5Zwz5W3qeRfijre0xwtieUGHvsMpJOsKsT7vqaCaqNogwm0msuA/s1600/Mantel+Project+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiuI3l_VRNFgDQZPe4oNMkRXOMCv7s0mQdQ9eeAy5kssgAfUFy0BDlNQXBQoHYAjzGyJDrcXL_mYlgOuZrteXcfo5Zwz5W3qeRfijre0xwtieUGHvsMpJOsKsT7vqaCaqNogwm0msuA/s320/Mantel+Project+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Here it is finished and back in my living room with that unfinished wall. I WILL BE SO GLAD TO HAVE MY DEN PUT BACK TOGETHER!!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA337k9-IOcJMxL_YBxO8l6yqhe74XsJ8Q_KG1PARGGJmQlCzSxhDWkJzYN51dgeXzBTNrjf_n721FNhgHfpKusORIlfywpEpLLAHCcNvT2xSzGYC86kKHTVQYsymetpgvzPz88YeFXA/s1600/Mantle+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA337k9-IOcJMxL_YBxO8l6yqhe74XsJ8Q_KG1PARGGJmQlCzSxhDWkJzYN51dgeXzBTNrjf_n721FNhgHfpKusORIlfywpEpLLAHCcNvT2xSzGYC86kKHTVQYsymetpgvzPz88YeFXA/s320/Mantle+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll catch up on all of the other events later this week.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Peace Out.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-33986860434459501672011-05-10T19:17:00.001-05:002011-05-10T20:39:01.295-05:00Crawling Back<div align="center">It's time to write...sometimes it's hard to write. The more I don't write, though, the harder it gets. My dysfunctional family has reached an all time dysfunctional high. Or would that be a low? Whatever it is, it's just plain NUTS and I'm just plain OVA IT.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I try to keep it positive and sometimes that just means I don't write....have you noticed how long I've been gone? Well, I'm back and just like I've had to stay away from reading some other folks nonsense, they can stay away from mine. </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">My family experienced a great loss last week. My cousin Dylan took his life. (That's a tough sentence to type...I just tried several different ways to say that, but there isn't a better way.) Dylan had to endure way too many things in his short 26 years. He lost his little brother and his mother and battled addiction since junior high. He was truly one of the most handsome men I've ever known. I didn't realize until after I had gotten this news that I had TWO pictures of him on my desk at work. It's been a week and a half now and I am still in shock. My dysfunctional family flared up two days before his intimate funeral service. We were all able to be in the same room together and the service was lovely. A pastor that knew Dylan from his childhood did the service and spoke words that my heart desperately needed to hear.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"> Tomorrow would have been his birthday. RIP Dylan. I love you.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">On a lighter note, my last final of this semester is tomorrow morning and YES, I should be studying right now. All the more reason to blog, right? I start the Nursing Program in August and I think I'm getting NERVOUS, but super excited at the same time.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The kiddos are taking their state tests this week. They are both bundles of nerves and energy. Dalton is being inducted into the Junior Honor Society a week from tonight. SO PROUD OF HIM :)</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">We will explore what is on the camera next time...There is no telling...It's been awhile.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">Kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-40233487528772766372011-04-10T10:18:00.000-05:002011-04-10T10:18:18.379-05:00THIS WEEKEND<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/4f0p5KqdU9U?fs=1" width="480"></iframe>This sums it up for the weekend. I have written and backspaced and written and deleted and written and turned the computer off. Then Blue and I were listening to music this morning and I saw this. She changed the channel when the tears started coming again. They've been hard to turn off this weekend. I know we've gone days without talking, but not because we HAD to. It's different when it's a choice. Now it just hurts. I'm happy for you, but I wasn't ready.Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-34240988227427006622011-03-21T21:39:00.000-05:002011-03-21T21:39:28.883-05:00Another Day on the Farm<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1shWxiGhVU3rMa0wpsmIvJPmknrC98Apk4bpp9HFln-KPX26qWCICuSqPmGOuCm5Nxq3HG3MvU1fXK6QjyQPYGNDEB0HoBzte2p17LwrDfnuVA_NK9fXA-XntJobqa1ZaA8-EKUJgA/s1600/OURLIFE+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm1shWxiGhVU3rMa0wpsmIvJPmknrC98Apk4bpp9HFln-KPX26qWCICuSqPmGOuCm5Nxq3HG3MvU1fXK6QjyQPYGNDEB0HoBzte2p17LwrDfnuVA_NK9fXA-XntJobqa1ZaA8-EKUJgA/s320/OURLIFE+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div align="center">What do "NORMAL" people do when they get overloaded and start to feel a little overwhelmed? I'm feeling a tad bit that way at this particular moment, so I decided to blog about some more of the insanity that goes on at my farm (I don't really have a farm...more like a "funny farm"). That is Jeff scaring the poo out of me outside of my bedroom window a couple of nights ago. He WAS being too cheap to turn the air conditioner on and made us open windows. It was nice that one night, but when I saw 80+ degree temps all week, I got the air turned on :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIIe0gKpL7td0YYB1SyqFqjtVEo_n8gZc3fb1Hgqk_OTMFpzV7vYIme6-qnZJPEeR-cyjuAbHrWLKsMoJDRYCZ9NaOaqZzT5-FdX0xqyLJeQJykMo7DzLxj2FCRR2BgOWP6e7Z33EdA/s1600/OURLIFE+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmIIe0gKpL7td0YYB1SyqFqjtVEo_n8gZc3fb1Hgqk_OTMFpzV7vYIme6-qnZJPEeR-cyjuAbHrWLKsMoJDRYCZ9NaOaqZzT5-FdX0xqyLJeQJykMo7DzLxj2FCRR2BgOWP6e7Z33EdA/s320/OURLIFE+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Tony also enjoyed his easy access to the outside. He went in and out quite a bit this particular night. NO SCREEN...thus an unhappy ending to the night when a moth attacked me. I don't do flying bugs...crawling ones (most of them, unless they have hair) I can handle, but things with wings go in the same category as clowns and carnies and gnomes...I CAN'T HANDLE THEM. I think Jeff measured for screens, but either way, the window got closed. My heart really couldn't take anymore.</div><div align="center">I have finally decided to conquer my fear of public speaking. It could be what made me quit school the first time......just saying....so I am doing it now....as in WEDNESDAY. AS IN WEDNESDAY I HAVE TO STAND IN FRONT OF MY CLASS AND WORDS HAVE TO COME OUT OF MY MOUTH FOR A GRADE.....see why I'm blogging. I can't face it. I even shaved my legs tonight. I'll do anything to keep from writing a speech. Trust me shaving my legs is like the WORST thing to ask me to do. You long time readers may remember the time Jeff and I had a contest to see who could go the longest without shaving and I WON!! I used to at least shave every two weeks before I went to get my pedicure...I didn't figure the girls wanted to massage my hairy legs. Then I got to know them and now I don't have to worry about that anymore. I tell myself that ladies in the chairs next to me are staring because they are jealous. They only WISH they could grow hair that thick on their legs :)</div><div align="center">I'm babysitting tonight, too.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YWhLItLxPOSWIEOFQtXeqt1wdCtshahVpPZ0QasB1hOn5bHU6t5H3-NXLFev5Tiy3SpljrWdHUqf-ceruLk9DHWrsuQ0tiVFNlgqskyD4TDSzMBCLDcXEOGYP2ukTzEOv10Acr82ag/s1600/OURLIFE+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-YWhLItLxPOSWIEOFQtXeqt1wdCtshahVpPZ0QasB1hOn5bHU6t5H3-NXLFev5Tiy3SpljrWdHUqf-ceruLk9DHWrsuQ0tiVFNlgqskyD4TDSzMBCLDcXEOGYP2ukTzEOv10Acr82ag/s320/OURLIFE+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">This picture covers a LOT of ground. The cushion got put back on the couch (by me) and I revived that plant. What are those anyway??? You CAN'T kill them!! I call it an Easter Lilly, but I might have made that up. AND that is DUKE a.k.a. Ducas with his head looking out the window freaking touching my curtains by just standing there. His dad went somewhere with Jeff tonight and left him with me. I took him out for a walk and it was very much like walking a horse. He cried and cried when his daddy left him (so sad...I didn't know what to do so we went for a walk).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrsX2iE6X-MABWb_PVhjPL0p8goTn2xfkDNHGHE1L9_tzEHi0XulJAD9FyjpOaoYlaMjZ3hIMdVywxe1h2GRKN6W4C5agILNLF6bD-yerjfHJJL8RgW_q2oQ-haxvWeAS6-8Zx_62og/s1600/OURLIFE+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrsX2iE6X-MABWb_PVhjPL0p8goTn2xfkDNHGHE1L9_tzEHi0XulJAD9FyjpOaoYlaMjZ3hIMdVywxe1h2GRKN6W4C5agILNLF6bD-yerjfHJJL8RgW_q2oQ-haxvWeAS6-8Zx_62og/s320/OURLIFE+008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Izzy was NOT happy about his presence. She's cool unless I'm in the room. She doesn't like Ducas anywhere near me. I had to tell her she better settle down, I think Duke could take her. She finally got up in her chair and got in her "spot". We just have furniture for the dogs...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3e2_0m8yCvIXq3fTqlbYATsfF6D75hN2iMYci0M4SNaiAnZM4kmr8Yffz27sgL5Ptmyc2GcRLkCZhx8QtOU1LYspJEnRXBWr-PUvSwSWBAJbzwf1aM8OuCy0RTlhOYQfHLCSW5Wy_A/s1600/OURLIFE+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt3e2_0m8yCvIXq3fTqlbYATsfF6D75hN2iMYci0M4SNaiAnZM4kmr8Yffz27sgL5Ptmyc2GcRLkCZhx8QtOU1LYspJEnRXBWr-PUvSwSWBAJbzwf1aM8OuCy0RTlhOYQfHLCSW5Wy_A/s320/OURLIFE+010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">I learned that Duke does NOT like the flash on the camera and since I don't know what all of his barks and growls mean,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm-fVqRDH9nMsXwshre3LQsNJRTo1OhEa18-1ZYIaNwS501eZjJYyhX6kf1eSOlCprZfk5KHBmQ6NxAz3zjimFaqsOl__-5KCzLtyYDm7eppsoWh6t_gQ3RfaqbeNiBxSVQX6mOY8cg/s1600/OURLIFE+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm-fVqRDH9nMsXwshre3LQsNJRTo1OhEa18-1ZYIaNwS501eZjJYyhX6kf1eSOlCprZfk5KHBmQ6NxAz3zjimFaqsOl__-5KCzLtyYDm7eppsoWh6t_gQ3RfaqbeNiBxSVQX6mOY8cg/s320/OURLIFE+012.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center">I decided to make that the LAST picture I took of him without his father being present. After all, the dog weighs at least as much as I do. He could probably take me, too. (I think he's a GIANT pushover though).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YMAn3pWp6_nkAaN09Ab-OcPZz6xuYXMflx4cCkKBbIEJbRvTOcmSGArW8lBTqaC8BrdRaiEdhdo_3n_faSv06YvLb21MxXjmbykkJEp2j6N3Umf0QOfF-NBUf5nbbyuUekMNsZQuew/s1600/OURLIFE+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7YMAn3pWp6_nkAaN09Ab-OcPZz6xuYXMflx4cCkKBbIEJbRvTOcmSGArW8lBTqaC8BrdRaiEdhdo_3n_faSv06YvLb21MxXjmbykkJEp2j6N3Umf0QOfF-NBUf5nbbyuUekMNsZQuew/s320/OURLIFE+009.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center">Recognize this space??? That's where the Christmas decorations <u>were</u> until Saturday. YEAH for public humiliation! Sometimes it works.</div><div align="center">I got all creative yesterday morning. I knew I needed to be writing a speech or doing an essay or something so instead I decided my camera needed a new strap. I just went back and whipped one up....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxDYXXACHfXN4dawXy1GoVBLINyQesDixR0tSXS3AQsr1Ra41_8py79BqEdhoKca6eI3J4mwCUZo2g8XWul0tcGGz5XSCsyctWSXWc4MGd3zPRCn6Bw5V0PGdlDKOOF3UE7by2267hQ/s1600/OURLIFE+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCxDYXXACHfXN4dawXy1GoVBLINyQesDixR0tSXS3AQsr1Ra41_8py79BqEdhoKca6eI3J4mwCUZo2g8XWul0tcGGz5XSCsyctWSXWc4MGd3zPRCn6Bw5V0PGdlDKOOF3UE7by2267hQ/s320/OURLIFE+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-_AUQ1f2OHcp47MyeWUxdXlOTeZmqUBZ4tbNbRXQZTOKwfrFAzW3SwvxoTvg93Ia2dbky9rLdnS5iVHtRLml7J6BgNBjDx0FD70YeP2urYewVQcMwLx8I4XQFBANmgK0RaI-Fuv_lA/s1600/OURLIFE+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq-_AUQ1f2OHcp47MyeWUxdXlOTeZmqUBZ4tbNbRXQZTOKwfrFAzW3SwvxoTvg93Ia2dbky9rLdnS5iVHtRLml7J6BgNBjDx0FD70YeP2urYewVQcMwLx8I4XQFBANmgK0RaI-Fuv_lA/s320/OURLIFE+005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">It will do for some scraps and it got me out of speech writing. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna have to just wing this one and pray for the best. The anxiety has caused me to go on a diet and make drastic changes to my hair. I'm not sure I can take much more.</div><div align="center">kacy</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-65626976793268388802011-03-19T21:18:00.000-05:002011-03-19T21:18:54.682-05:00.....lots going on today....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTQkEBhLKB-q7uFIDpNQd4fUs3s6myG0i_3g68o6tKnWuhgAvbB3QYBqeU_A-SNP95GYhrPOdCweEL6NWHOSjatWCjRjPmESHKwqy5tn5KEzMBfmtGcchtOM8aBwahQoY691WZy7lhA/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCTQkEBhLKB-q7uFIDpNQd4fUs3s6myG0i_3g68o6tKnWuhgAvbB3QYBqeU_A-SNP95GYhrPOdCweEL6NWHOSjatWCjRjPmESHKwqy5tn5KEzMBfmtGcchtOM8aBwahQoY691WZy7lhA/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Sometimes "public" as in blog humiliation works....someone cleaned off his night stand. He employed a little slave labor from his co-hoarder.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2qFCQCcTfC7N2FEII4EzNZc4csf7Pq3uwcrRrqV67crpMZIGT-O0LRHYBDfXoLIQFiqxLVO36PNaVdrRfdjYPW7bl4D92HoCHmPvulzvDgQ1RI6bAYA4vbvYihPSoZV54pi7UwHxjQ/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq2qFCQCcTfC7N2FEII4EzNZc4csf7Pq3uwcrRrqV67crpMZIGT-O0LRHYBDfXoLIQFiqxLVO36PNaVdrRfdjYPW7bl4D92HoCHmPvulzvDgQ1RI6bAYA4vbvYihPSoZV54pi7UwHxjQ/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Isn't he cute when he works?? He has a particular obsession with receipts, for EVERYTHING. I understand most of them, but the ones for gum, or a coke at Mickey D's....I don't really get those.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41vfEipDSVYDylchdC9hN_AOAK56M4Ym1u0jsBoIZ_epOmZcvqfPoOkPjOn5t5Y1M06K1wDPmhxGWnYKVNpRLQNk7vIOxeTJUEcuibOOVoaFTmwop1b5G-oXjBHcJHIvgGUL-8zQ2Uw/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41vfEipDSVYDylchdC9hN_AOAK56M4Ym1u0jsBoIZ_epOmZcvqfPoOkPjOn5t5Y1M06K1wDPmhxGWnYKVNpRLQNk7vIOxeTJUEcuibOOVoaFTmwop1b5G-oXjBHcJHIvgGUL-8zQ2Uw/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">For Valentine's Day this year, I got him a purple box. Purple is his favorite color. I know, it was romantic...It was so he could clean off his damn nightstand and have a place to keep all of those receipts!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKoIl4xa3chabCzBa46rD-HK084ZTg1uN4dcq1w3lbZPL-xUkSxRZB85jwdYQEoCl8AdUTVQNQkJz1WGbu6csIHTqXLBCeSZkj3RTw6xOf2tcCcUsxCgkoNOL6xQuaqHxMEk2l65KHA/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyKoIl4xa3chabCzBa46rD-HK084ZTg1uN4dcq1w3lbZPL-xUkSxRZB85jwdYQEoCl8AdUTVQNQkJz1WGbu6csIHTqXLBCeSZkj3RTw6xOf2tcCcUsxCgkoNOL6xQuaqHxMEk2l65KHA/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Blue and I did some shopping today. We put a hurting on Jun Lee. If you are local, you know where I'm talking about. If not, let me know and I'll hook you up with the inside scoop on a great little Memphis hole in the wall with some serious jewelry.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgJHWOpzKn5lI6ZdKO17glIh8GSqopBvA3JJo_7pTYOWQK-17jM7KeS4-32sTUfnhYzM7eMhJvfbhmi-L76tw4OuPQKA2DYQhaeLFNEX2lGqwBBsQYUMJY3LedZAk-KIBEt89tslaZw/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDgJHWOpzKn5lI6ZdKO17glIh8GSqopBvA3JJo_7pTYOWQK-17jM7KeS4-32sTUfnhYzM7eMhJvfbhmi-L76tw4OuPQKA2DYQhaeLFNEX2lGqwBBsQYUMJY3LedZAk-KIBEt89tslaZw/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+022.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">No makeup, pictures were all post shower.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1pn0Hzon5tlhCsCHn7I_iq1zRusbx5Ik7qBhxzVFW-H_jrJ3yVs_DvI1j2hd8wtgDxaoyIX1pD2Vxjw81wGQATd1jrmBQbqbdlI1MHgM-hfiSHEZbruN78hJKE90d0vA3t__s21TaQ/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI1pn0Hzon5tlhCsCHn7I_iq1zRusbx5Ik7qBhxzVFW-H_jrJ3yVs_DvI1j2hd8wtgDxaoyIX1pD2Vxjw81wGQATd1jrmBQbqbdlI1MHgM-hfiSHEZbruN78hJKE90d0vA3t__s21TaQ/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+026.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5aDjnqrqk-KoxmLHnokijLThCTTR__ABwJvNzEnYmo72NtibURgzUEQRELdPEWRi1PqC8S0YWAK3W_eaw9DxPRgh4kon843PHhGslDRtGVffzvnt7pfvTUTlTN9PqEiuq-80ZCAhB2g/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5aDjnqrqk-KoxmLHnokijLThCTTR__ABwJvNzEnYmo72NtibURgzUEQRELdPEWRi1PqC8S0YWAK3W_eaw9DxPRgh4kon843PHhGslDRtGVffzvnt7pfvTUTlTN9PqEiuq-80ZCAhB2g/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+027.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">LOVE THIS!! Can't wait to wear it.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXvEI90TLcDleuGfxQ8GWKsn6pF1PGdms0adK10K0q82OGWxreuQ5MUijHpu2VCkuMTzYe_5DFt_FgkufzW-1QqGrb2x_J1XEadjAKXgFeV9U5sQnyA0sb0WeZv2byvPCOrMm1M9JGw/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLXvEI90TLcDleuGfxQ8GWKsn6pF1PGdms0adK10K0q82OGWxreuQ5MUijHpu2VCkuMTzYe_5DFt_FgkufzW-1QqGrb2x_J1XEadjAKXgFeV9U5sQnyA0sb0WeZv2byvPCOrMm1M9JGw/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Savannah was doing tonight's photography and she is one of "those". You know the one's that ALWAYS have to take a picture of themselves. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjVruxiQxYQOio-f1Km6VJC7J2geBzW6eDA1-oJsp-Pqz0ZNehSwb6a9-vk1-sMemRfZalAn-3P6s3TJ4OCGlwHjDzP78qy0H_72vS-etIR9BctBuM6YGzW3smdZDXPDfKEL8pRFuK4A/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjVruxiQxYQOio-f1Km6VJC7J2geBzW6eDA1-oJsp-Pqz0ZNehSwb6a9-vk1-sMemRfZalAn-3P6s3TJ4OCGlwHjDzP78qy0H_72vS-etIR9BctBuM6YGzW3smdZDXPDfKEL8pRFuK4A/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+018.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Trying out some Biore strips...Anybody remember those??</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLt4WzRdBHJvHso_yonJozNGOHkTb3nzPcUPwWGD20rtB7nm57DTitTOar_0FQiDRz9mqEiWr1ttj2sT5BwNaEn0RVmSwnSQiUUTmcYWVbIce0Bsq7yUMF1UEBSGdisETpK_bkGauUw/s1600/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilLt4WzRdBHJvHso_yonJozNGOHkTb3nzPcUPwWGD20rtB7nm57DTitTOar_0FQiDRz9mqEiWr1ttj2sT5BwNaEn0RVmSwnSQiUUTmcYWVbIce0Bsq7yUMF1UEBSGdisETpK_bkGauUw/s320/SpringBreak2011WrapUp+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">And I ended the night with some homework :( NO FUN, but it had to be done.</div><div align="center">Tomorrow wraps up our Spring Break. We managed to get the laundry done today and since tomorrow is supposed to be a beautiful day, I'm thinking we may need to get out for a little more shopping. Hope your weekend has been as great as ours has.</div><div align="center">kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-81654573358014360242011-03-18T22:49:00.000-05:002011-03-18T22:49:09.218-05:00Back to the REAL WORLD<div align="center">We made it back home today!! We HAD to. Blue is doing some Physical Therapy for her foot. Jeff and I were a both a little skeptical on the front end if it would do any good or not, but I decided we needed to do EVERY thing we could to keep this foot in tip top shape. After her first two sessions, Jeff jumped on board and says she needs to complete all 8 appointments..... So, we rescheduled one to get a couple of days away but didn't want to get too far off schedule.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE_DEEq3C_1Hmc3KGaQlNcfwAlyMeJq19JF4hOHMJUDYypECrLn-r8sbm2koIcjKzapLJOzEm4DWrj3s1qK1yGqLm8BT_G3_fSu5_UhSQD2sNdj4ngpqGuWK1wMR8aflnadwjAPdBvQ/s1600/PT2011+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifE_DEEq3C_1Hmc3KGaQlNcfwAlyMeJq19JF4hOHMJUDYypECrLn-r8sbm2koIcjKzapLJOzEm4DWrj3s1qK1yGqLm8BT_G3_fSu5_UhSQD2sNdj4ngpqGuWK1wMR8aflnadwjAPdBvQ/s320/PT2011+002.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center">We were already getting bored in the waiting room...Friday afternoon P.T. was apparently a popular place. We had to wait a few minutes for Matt, our P.T. with mad skills.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLrRHk2U6s3XlrZFn1x_Y99gL4lE8wZ4zxjzz9UDwB4pWpxcN74NQIydjotPFe8dMiUYLVFfUfQxO8BsDVLS05ncCtnbfcjB5r_-4HLobZLK-TpFAU2Cm1e1eQVeJGg4bM0riQtIykQ/s1600/PT2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZLrRHk2U6s3XlrZFn1x_Y99gL4lE8wZ4zxjzz9UDwB4pWpxcN74NQIydjotPFe8dMiUYLVFfUfQxO8BsDVLS05ncCtnbfcjB5r_-4HLobZLK-TpFAU2Cm1e1eQVeJGg4bM0riQtIykQ/s320/PT2011+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We did have the TIGER game on the ole tele, and at this point it was going good, but it didn't end on that same note :( Oh well, we always have next year.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We finally got going....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6PDER00OLwBIhIMu8Avjs_MSY_PFr0hivn9872GO6ze8qaNcatOb8a6tB3mVGfhWSD3zFGgHlIg2DVQ5KZsTc2obDFA-KRkqNKkh_1jo9jVeYedOcSCyybvbKc121WXk2mhPuiGWEA/s1600/PT2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB6PDER00OLwBIhIMu8Avjs_MSY_PFr0hivn9872GO6ze8qaNcatOb8a6tB3mVGfhWSD3zFGgHlIg2DVQ5KZsTc2obDFA-KRkqNKkh_1jo9jVeYedOcSCyybvbKc121WXk2mhPuiGWEA/s320/PT2011+005.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Warming up...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkvoRMhEUtLcdZ3b65WS5I4mgBgI-OMURMw_RfG2yX_bT_Zl9W7-GkQ9uqcDuZ_8nbq03EfjN5VJoHLl6UoqYOgGVuDMMFa1YnUyRdPPeMwk-rfmcdaymhkHobbTUlgd5UboRen73qQ/s1600/PT2011+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNkvoRMhEUtLcdZ3b65WS5I4mgBgI-OMURMw_RfG2yX_bT_Zl9W7-GkQ9uqcDuZ_8nbq03EfjN5VJoHLl6UoqYOgGVuDMMFa1YnUyRdPPeMwk-rfmcdaymhkHobbTUlgd5UboRen73qQ/s320/PT2011+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyC6hDhSKC3EF-YkoIbGMVrX1zFxNbriFsAHVN3sRFxt0DmkwJhG2H9Wiaro38vztvcNxJVAuv_XWH1lsLEGwKl8yq7LCvfA0d1EOONwF3Oj5I79koR9ImJz_m5g6hqRAkYdSmGcmHsw/s1600/PT2011+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyC6hDhSKC3EF-YkoIbGMVrX1zFxNbriFsAHVN3sRFxt0DmkwJhG2H9Wiaro38vztvcNxJVAuv_XWH1lsLEGwKl8yq7LCvfA0d1EOONwF3Oj5I79koR9ImJz_m5g6hqRAkYdSmGcmHsw/s320/PT2011+009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She actually thought this was pretty fun. We are trying to strengthen that left foot. These balance skills are good for that foot and she actually enjoyed this little "game". From the looks of the place, kids are NOT the main age group they see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBBXq11Rygo6gWTi70QK0hQLF-QjPenjMgg3bLp8DqU3qU9Q8NClDlO2ow56Qu5w2sFAV7oyMSimHSwvEOyVr9HGEAcLPPNieQM6JYWL2OELVwUF-aGPOLy1__NdteatUUfm_FX3VWg/s1600/PT2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrBBXq11Rygo6gWTi70QK0hQLF-QjPenjMgg3bLp8DqU3qU9Q8NClDlO2ow56Qu5w2sFAV7oyMSimHSwvEOyVr9HGEAcLPPNieQM6JYWL2OELVwUF-aGPOLy1__NdteatUUfm_FX3VWg/s320/PT2011+011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This one freaked her out for some reason. She was afraid she was gonna fly off the end every time she jumped. Proud of my girl for hanging in there.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqBx40E2q_P5FJgNOMAE2bmovaYaKYoE37vr1LztvHhiv3Ykk6cWWBPknKzD0-_Jpa-f6wLgBf6nxEpVGD6P6QHNAMdx1VZYj3Y_cmHiNpeGBDqu13F84jN71_B-uWRdrkuDREyTNig/s1600/PT2011+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqBx40E2q_P5FJgNOMAE2bmovaYaKYoE37vr1LztvHhiv3Ykk6cWWBPknKzD0-_Jpa-f6wLgBf6nxEpVGD6P6QHNAMdx1VZYj3Y_cmHiNpeGBDqu13F84jN71_B-uWRdrkuDREyTNig/s320/PT2011+004.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I got major bored. Have you ever seen my manicure look THIS bad? That would be NO!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTnP2v2FEe2paEy0OxZ5sC8cezwxxS9KhZ_lD5xrna89PkuaHjHRLs7CxcxurY2lAmX8D62cmuNLG_aO-ZUHr1drzfyktTVO5GYRyQLaCOwQ2Rtmjdum_S_7fjytOJrN-oHJBr-hCYg/s1600/PT2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTnP2v2FEe2paEy0OxZ5sC8cezwxxS9KhZ_lD5xrna89PkuaHjHRLs7CxcxurY2lAmX8D62cmuNLG_aO-ZUHr1drzfyktTVO5GYRyQLaCOwQ2Rtmjdum_S_7fjytOJrN-oHJBr-hCYg/s320/PT2011+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I totally split this middle finger. Blue's look just as bad. I think I know where we are headed tomorrow.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hope you enjoyed your Spring Break. I think we did.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-45122031618752772882011-03-17T21:41:00.000-05:002011-03-17T21:41:10.329-05:00How do YOU keep kids from killing each other??<div align="center">I'd like to go on record here and officially say that from this point forward, I want adjoining rooms with these monsters!! A hotel room is NOT the funnest place to be cooped up with two EXHAUSTED pre-teens in a hotel that doesn't even have Pay Per View!! </div><div align="center">WHAT KIND OF HOTEL DOES NOT HAVE PAY PER VIEW??? </div><div align="center">We can't agree on anything to watch.</div><div align="center">We had a blast today at the Aquatic Center. I didn't take my camera because I actually got in the pool. I apologize to all of those that had to endure me in my bathing suit today :) Now we are all tired and stuffed and in bed and fighting over what to watch.... I think the only way to solve this is to give one of them the computer. SO, I'm out for the night. Heading back home tomorrow.</div><div align="center">kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-82868156538650677122011-03-16T21:10:00.000-05:002011-03-16T21:10:47.433-05:00Spring Break!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzIx6uqlvi5HiDcLtAqJ4V7PwHKu2iWCYjLy_at5TZ1ewSHwWCnPm0Ybm6e6d1l-99W2Msl0jpTT30CZAHYSB-hHnb5SEt6o1tBNWsnFgBrLw7mwK3p4yxHkWaJq0AGIqOFIsRnWeow/s1600/IMG_9152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpzIx6uqlvi5HiDcLtAqJ4V7PwHKu2iWCYjLy_at5TZ1ewSHwWCnPm0Ybm6e6d1l-99W2Msl0jpTT30CZAHYSB-hHnb5SEt6o1tBNWsnFgBrLw7mwK3p4yxHkWaJq0AGIqOFIsRnWeow/s320/IMG_9152.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">Welcome to our home away from home for the next few days. I mean, after all, IT IS SPRING BREAK!! </div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;">What's better than going 30 minutes down the road and checking in some place where they clean up after you, serve you dinner in your room and, oh yeah, have a swimming pool? NOTHING if you ask my kids. I was up for a little something more this year, but considering we all got REALLY sick this week, this will do JUST FINE!! and even better if you ask JEFF...IT'S PRACTICALLY FREE!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiQsNjqnhjXcZzdMwG_Qh7IqPLFjqtMzUuPoPgMAzYlIeeIiILGtKJ_JGcifkd3PouQYH-oV3VS5GOIfYNHeTTntpsLi7nkc4SHPia-4zj5gaVxLuey5DqJwfXd-kB18A1Vqu5KcAXg/s1600/IMG_9153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHiQsNjqnhjXcZzdMwG_Qh7IqPLFjqtMzUuPoPgMAzYlIeeIiILGtKJ_JGcifkd3PouQYH-oV3VS5GOIfYNHeTTntpsLi7nkc4SHPia-4zj5gaVxLuey5DqJwfXd-kB18A1Vqu5KcAXg/s320/IMG_9153.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Dalton IMMEDIATELY found the remote. Luckily, we brought his laptop and Jeff just set him up on Netflix...have at it my little grasshopper.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm about to chug from the Nyquil bottle and pray I never have to relive today. I'll keep you posted on the fun this mini vacay or should we call it a "staycay" has to offer.</div><div style="text-align: center;">kacy</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-79637187404704025672011-03-15T20:07:00.000-05:002011-03-15T20:07:43.990-05:00<div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet my new friend Duke. He's actually not a new friend...he's been around for a while just not AT my house. Here lately, he is a daily visitor. He is a Great Dane (A BIG DOG) and yes, those are my Christmas decorations behind me in the picture, but no worries, the meds are working well today.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIyye8H_8oN6Axr-USZS4knwW11a2kjeo775cxK3A7f7T8tUJ6nvgMfdwe8RJCXd_OB11r15BB9Z18Kk_ZGGyqtn1htwwiIZnZpoPsxdZ8NVcerilXTbhtfAgDmsFKMxObWK4YBxbkw/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTIyye8H_8oN6Axr-USZS4knwW11a2kjeo775cxK3A7f7T8tUJ6nvgMfdwe8RJCXd_OB11r15BB9Z18Kk_ZGGyqtn1htwwiIZnZpoPsxdZ8NVcerilXTbhtfAgDmsFKMxObWK4YBxbkw/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out this huge monster. He can lay his chin on my kitchen counter without even stretching. He gets along well with everyone....thank goodness!! He even talks...he can say "I love you!!"</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUK1poOi5WXWKZ8nU1iKN3RKje6_PkGr0PXCfokyx4k3Htv6_dmdH58WnjJxT_ELV9KiPIHTkYBlVUwcuOtZWafdWhGfaF_o3yoC6tA7V04l84KD4wYQ71wmBX5dSXwDxIveorPCLH8w/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUK1poOi5WXWKZ8nU1iKN3RKje6_PkGr0PXCfokyx4k3Htv6_dmdH58WnjJxT_ELV9KiPIHTkYBlVUwcuOtZWafdWhGfaF_o3yoC6tA7V04l84KD4wYQ71wmBX5dSXwDxIveorPCLH8w/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+004.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He's talking in this picture. He's too big to bark. He peed a couple of nights ago in the house. I thought a pipe had burst or something. He's got skills. (How about my pajama skills? I'm not shy)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8WNCjyBGAx2gq5YQLs7x-sTWlAJl-Jb24aYEavsFyuYoGw_VSV5vBEdNOke4rEiD9OuncOl_c46_yAvRomvAe4RaHrA0YYhltc_e6scm9CyxkQPPpUxwFztz8VgvlZUN34HOVH9QFw/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ8WNCjyBGAx2gq5YQLs7x-sTWlAJl-Jb24aYEavsFyuYoGw_VSV5vBEdNOke4rEiD9OuncOl_c46_yAvRomvAe4RaHrA0YYhltc_e6scm9CyxkQPPpUxwFztz8VgvlZUN34HOVH9QFw/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+005.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is my best friend Izzy. For those of you that don't keep up with me on Facebook, which by the way is a MUCH easier way to "keep up" (just not a good journal) she got hit by a car on December 3rd. She almost lost her left leg. To be honest, I can't believe we saved it. It had a drain in it for a week that I had to flush three times a day and not enough skin to sew together. BUT, we did it. After we pulled the drain, I let her go back inpatient for 5 days for intensive wound care, but that was all I could take of her being away. We took care of it just fine at home in 7 short weeks without a single infection, she came out of that huge E-collar and all is well.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyv8oxWJlbtYg03Oz13GFydkPrf09JUKJdGQJGQIVojXi65Hxzp0uXmkyI68E3NVK-vj2JgR53Ll4Pf8RTX9hJJh2mupkDczmWgWqKULGNLi6vz0dOyYBs_Q-NCx8w9LPRVVHeJxBUJQ/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyv8oxWJlbtYg03Oz13GFydkPrf09JUKJdGQJGQIVojXi65Hxzp0uXmkyI68E3NVK-vj2JgR53Ll4Pf8RTX9hJJh2mupkDczmWgWqKULGNLi6vz0dOyYBs_Q-NCx8w9LPRVVHeJxBUJQ/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+006.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div align="center">She has some permanent swelling and will more than likely experience some arthritis in that leg, but other than a scar that's actually hard to see now, you wouldn't know if I hadn't told you.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPahVgphP_D6DixVd8hnwUr-A-lhAG0AjxjUBpf5LOpC3k1deTXB5Y_3wzwEau0hK2mRGHgW50oWMVecglrHAf2mnTyR3zUWtC39T15r1R3nUV5IWdLrcqYRihkhU2xqgJYrS_un-COA/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPahVgphP_D6DixVd8hnwUr-A-lhAG0AjxjUBpf5LOpC3k1deTXB5Y_3wzwEau0hK2mRGHgW50oWMVecglrHAf2mnTyR3zUWtC39T15r1R3nUV5IWdLrcqYRihkhU2xqgJYrS_un-COA/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Of course, Tony still rules the roost, or at least he thinks he does. Right after we got Izzy to the point we knew she was going to be able to keep her leg, Tony got in another fight and had to have a toenail removed. Did you put it together that all of that was during Christmas?? Needless to say, Izzy's left leg was my Christmas present and Tony's toenailectomy was Jeff's gift :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFO666DaG9vYixpYI7C8xgLWr3PN61kXWJdnZH-QsWJCj5cllt6qKjyOpco6xJMofM4pW0b53r1VL24YVdnl9poo7tSKiDtKL6ez5s0YMSbSGB5fZePJu0kkQqDbYxmHnsWtA6zAyJA/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFO666DaG9vYixpYI7C8xgLWr3PN61kXWJdnZH-QsWJCj5cllt6qKjyOpco6xJMofM4pW0b53r1VL24YVdnl9poo7tSKiDtKL6ez5s0YMSbSGB5fZePJu0kkQqDbYxmHnsWtA6zAyJA/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Blue invented this contraption last night. Her book light on her binoculars....I don't get it, but she thinks it's nifty. She did clean her room today. Only because my head spun around backwards last night and I spit pea soup...public blog embarrassment doesn't hurt either.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I'm having a hard time keeping up at the moment. I don't know why...it's Spring Break. I thought I was supposed to feel relaxed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj649XKtULiKAvbZL7tWTgZKAmngN0IB6Z6Tp_agVl6v06YLkzbSRdvjP_gvgAW30zX6xoWZ1H2s1ICdDohppI3_hF-kZP7hjtuv6Ua4N0cfKQT_XtwSh92JfVjLDH7OuWoj37VaJZLEw/s1600/SpringBreak2011Day2+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj649XKtULiKAvbZL7tWTgZKAmngN0IB6Z6Tp_agVl6v06YLkzbSRdvjP_gvgAW30zX6xoWZ1H2s1ICdDohppI3_hF-kZP7hjtuv6Ua4N0cfKQT_XtwSh92JfVjLDH7OuWoj37VaJZLEw/s320/SpringBreak2011Day2+012.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is a look at the planner on Spring Break....not much of a BREAK. Blue has PT pretty much every day. She broke her foot twice in 6 months...NO GOOD. We are working on some PT to see if that will help. She's been twice so far...we shall see.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Over and out. Time to bleach the ole mustache...don't act like you don't have to do it too....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">kacy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">anybody know why some of last night's blog had things underlined in orange????? that bothers me.</div>Kacyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02497063791788969945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7956868707585486315.post-41731998755903207322011-03-14T19:58:00.001-05:002011-03-14T19:58:40.898-05:00Spring Break 2011<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I wish I had something really GREAT and INTERESTING to come back at y'all with, but I don't. Just another old boring day in my crazy life. Today, was the first day of Spring Break. For those of you that don't already know, my nutty self decided I didn't have enough on my plate already so I decided to go back to school FULL time to chase my long lost dreams of becoming a nurse. Someone should have reminded me I was pushing 40, and things just don't roll the way they used to say (parts of me have a lot more rolls). I am happy to say, though, that after 2 semesters I am still carrying that 4.0 and I got into the fall nursing class. Zippidy Doo Da...Now if only that would get my house cleaned and my laundry done, all would be right with the world, well, maybe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Even though, I am on Spring Break with the kids, I STILL have to work. Jeff took the week off and mysteriously disappeared today, so this is what I came home to....(have I mentioned I'm sick as a dog..sinus/allergy problems) Savannah was in my bed where she excitedly announced she had been reading since 2:00 o'clock. That's great and all but not when my kitchen looks like a tornado blew through.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExD4TJS9_3pQ4ba7LakM-w91Y-wxj4RDU1oxjzQHZn4NrIPvc7D8XptQokCbw0wns9WK9L2VJZjEUSjZnE2wwpuwywzSh2Mce6iPFfNxWJKJYgvTePxjnhIkzB5je055_n6TTZOx3DQ/s1600/SpringBreak2011+001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhExD4TJS9_3pQ4ba7LakM-w91Y-wxj4RDU1oxjzQHZn4NrIPvc7D8XptQokCbw0wns9WK9L2VJZjEUSjZnE2wwpuwywzSh2Mce6iPFfNxWJKJYgvTePxjnhIkzB5je055_n6TTZOx3DQ/s320/SpringBreak2011+001.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then we have Dalton. He's your typical 12 year old boy, oblivious to anything that happens outside of his video game of the day. He despises anything that has to do with the word clean. This unfortunately includes his personal hygiene. I think that brushing his teeth is TOP on his list of the things he hates most along with the d word...deodorant.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyl1dsQ8dlfHsH6I9onWtkmOAx-VtF_AnuUKw3J2hvmhUsUMX7kw4FwuiZnUkV2jfD0CVrMCWE7GJglVOqCXre88jfw9CN0jCM7nKHOa0ANLlfyiMlXp3rN23x7019iUQ1RPiRwVQGRg/s1600/SpringBreak2011+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyl1dsQ8dlfHsH6I9onWtkmOAx-VtF_AnuUKw3J2hvmhUsUMX7kw4FwuiZnUkV2jfD0CVrMCWE7GJglVOqCXre88jfw9CN0jCM7nKHOa0ANLlfyiMlXp3rN23x7019iUQ1RPiRwVQGRg/s320/SpringBreak2011+002.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So, as these two went about what ever it is they did today, let me show you a little bit that was going on around them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzjXS4S2Sn3_jrStUI07a_UzeKMsn2NwOS_fMthbfMYPDxB3_Be4alxmEVMRo2nMaqcKBLzCctpsmuKaHt-YfXfT42VkvSaCyRRHqiZFLb_P9YlWFpSTuSjDkiW-9-GeUH9Cy98yT6w/s1600/SpringBreak2011+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzjXS4S2Sn3_jrStUI07a_UzeKMsn2NwOS_fMthbfMYPDxB3_Be4alxmEVMRo2nMaqcKBLzCctpsmuKaHt-YfXfT42VkvSaCyRRHqiZFLb_P9YlWFpSTuSjDkiW-9-GeUH9Cy98yT6w/s320/SpringBreak2011+003.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is Jeff's box. It wouldn't be such a problem if it hadn't been sitting in my living room for a week now. I found it on my front porch a week or so ago. I hoped it had something great in it that we needed to finish the fireplace project that we started months ago. Unfortunately, I think it had lawn mower parts in it...not anymore. NOT for a week or so, but I guess he likes the box and paper. Have I ever mentioned that Jeff was a hoarder?? I know I have shared before that Savannah, or Blue, as she likes to be called these days is a hoarder. She comes by it honestly. Let me share his night stand with you...</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnjY_0KuGuOyyjIMxMQ1v9tb7ahbg6Ycunp1M2oa4h7RRwhClpCAwKAaloSWVo6oZ6ErPhT0U00Oqw25gfx_-I3_e410qPn2C1JVvcf75THojrfnM7lWwIc9sBcj7RnwAF0vVr7LrEQ/s1600/SpringBreak2011+015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYnjY_0KuGuOyyjIMxMQ1v9tb7ahbg6Ycunp1M2oa4h7RRwhClpCAwKAaloSWVo6oZ6ErPhT0U00Oqw25gfx_-I3_e410qPn2C1JVvcf75THojrfnM7lWwIc9sBcj7RnwAF0vVr7LrEQ/s320/SpringBreak2011+015.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This, my friends, is just the top of it, would you like to see the things that have fallen off....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfpPFx7uCzBX2-xfbqCkQz4lmS6eLvkLO0LoDky3uPBBcyhLgUT78wSNWcTdJ_j6nMz04T_DDRY5oTzLYVhPQlg24fPveyl_EzK0iGPCuDellTVra_29FDRLaoDBb-hhW0Vnp9zrzU9Q/s1600/SpringBreak2011+013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfpPFx7uCzBX2-xfbqCkQz4lmS6eLvkLO0LoDky3uPBBcyhLgUT78wSNWcTdJ_j6nMz04T_DDRY5oTzLYVhPQlg24fPveyl_EzK0iGPCuDellTVra_29FDRLaoDBb-hhW0Vnp9zrzU9Q/s320/SpringBreak2011+013.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't think I was going to be able to handle it. After trying to break up, twice, and failing, I decided to just take meds and now for the most part it doesn't bother me....EXCEPT on days like today. I could handle just this, but NOT all of this...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzJwXCU8OOBuVdAkH2OXHLftJhomKwIUS5zKNtpRZEKyEt6CKCleuHPSWG8wIzDlN0e-r067qm0M8_yE4O0dIPLEvgJ2816FyeGCYKzJg5LoTi6c7M-3UcRivp5OSiynxNqpq85crVA/s1600/SpringBreak2011+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzJwXCU8OOBuVdAkH2OXHLftJhomKwIUS5zKNtpRZEKyEt6CKCleuHPSWG8wIzDlN0e-r067qm0M8_yE4O0dIPLEvgJ2816FyeGCYKzJg5LoTi6c7M-3UcRivp5OSiynxNqpq85crVA/s320/SpringBreak2011+012.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is that fireplace project, that has yet to be finished...a girl can dream. It works, it heats the house, it just doesn't have walls.....</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyYyf0znB99tuHFqd_cWAMqz2gSlLXOO-sQA6q2EVNTeu1yBWiGAP0PdzzW2sDqSsu7MvF-OwRsYMQf0aq-tbYixIwzYY7RGo1iaNOwlH2g6WQ1IiI7cWR1r5S_lNJD14hfGrh3dS_w/s1600/SpringBreak2011+004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwyYyf0znB99tuHFqd_cWAMqz2gSlLXOO-sQA6q2EVNTeu1yBWiGAP0PdzzW2sDqSsu7MvF-OwRsYMQf0aq-tbYixIwzYY7RGo1iaNOwlH2g6WQ1IiI7cWR1r5S_lNJD14hfGrh3dS_w/s320/SpringBreak2011+004.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This picture says a lot....we have a soccer ball in the living room, with a couch cushion falling off the couch and the one and only plant in the house SCREAMING for water. Apparently, no one noticed that today.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Let's switch gears and move to the kitchen...I'll be glad when computers can convey odor...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVzP-iYTm8cJvD4EF6lWTp2ViUlya3-wohyphenhypheniQaGiZVqJZziH2FlsomTpPdc4i_TmqbV6eAPcRHaf-ihY4XDHdkG6S9Xc8CVusUZPc7atSvnAYXOts5wP77OGvb44F0KN7J4l2zjYSJA/s1600/SpringBreak2011+005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmVzP-iYTm8cJvD4EF6lWTp2ViUlya3-wohyphenhypheniQaGiZVqJZziH2FlsomTpPdc4i_TmqbV6eAPcRHaf-ihY4XDHdkG6S9Xc8CVusUZPc7atSvnAYXOts5wP77OGvb44F0KN7J4l2zjYSJA/s320/SpringBreak2011+005.JPG" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you ever wonder why an empty cereal box can land on the floor right beside the trash can, but NOT in the can itself?? That one always blows my mind, but no matter who did it they will have a perfectly logical explanation.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9Uv1iJMbtLdM2vX-tvZeEqq9xMEEITiGaL-lk-qBKEyZLYdkXnpcyWN2UnvICd5bQtjwQlUIV2_GDVqzKiXyzF14OTKgGYq78s-sra1K0_tuXRUsLiVOiQ65y76N3b3F1f776-ERGw/s1600/SpringBreak2011+006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO9Uv1iJMbtLdM2vX-tvZeEqq9xMEEITiGaL-lk-qBKEyZLYdkXnpcyWN2UnvICd5bQtjwQlUIV2_GDVqzKiXyzF14OTKgGYq78s-sra1K0_tuXRUsLiVOiQ65y76N3b3F1f776-ERGw/s320/SpringBreak2011+006.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a view down the counter from the trash can toward the sink. That's an EMPTY Barnes and Noble bag that Blue's new books came out of. Empty....the trash can is less than two feet away??? Those are the thermos bottles from the weekends soccer tournaments, they still have water in them on Monday night. LOVE IT!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrA4otuy9eGSdL-m70Xwiwwjic6AJOH3Mvc6TwlyqTxb7O65_VsUyouQrjXHa_NpaKr4Ep194GvT_MEJXohXJ4FeB4dJ16B-YU0AOAlUibco70WR0Q7ma0Xz3JIKxD4YeH97Zu9vtIw/s1600/SpringBreak2011+007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwrA4otuy9eGSdL-m70Xwiwwjic6AJOH3Mvc6TwlyqTxb7O65_VsUyouQrjXHa_NpaKr4Ep194GvT_MEJXohXJ4FeB4dJ16B-YU0AOAlUibco70WR0Q7ma0Xz3JIKxD4YeH97Zu9vtIw/s320/SpringBreak2011+007.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, keep in mind, I haven't eaten a meal in this house since, oh, last Thursday....ALSO keep in mind there is a totally EMPTY dishwasher less than two feet from this scenario. Are you feeling me?? Do you see where this is going?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw07ZJezxLLJEAWKbIRrxFFAd9jrgE3KJxQ3dHGutMt5RNO0XaSIbbmscZmP-Mc2arGYhdxzSPa8sIKRtNGA9ekn78v6b1W_ErVsvC-0X3Y9TdFZoO7cGTyyuRaS0OxIo3zNqlKJOFvw/s1600/SpringBreak2011+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw07ZJezxLLJEAWKbIRrxFFAd9jrgE3KJxQ3dHGutMt5RNO0XaSIbbmscZmP-Mc2arGYhdxzSPa8sIKRtNGA9ekn78v6b1W_ErVsvC-0X3Y9TdFZoO7cGTyyuRaS0OxIo3zNqlKJOFvw/s320/SpringBreak2011+008.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">THIS, my friends, has Jeff Acree written all over it. He is the only one in this house that would heat up a whole bowl of beans and then let them sit for several days.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBteCB0gRNZnr-FnYfYeeFroVFxXPds8qKhD1WhYzBEPSeyrFQj2LvrTXSHv1jZyXmB6eOKKpUHtIZUA_E-LZYI6iZfwoc_4SA0EYaCa0x7-aSxTBIjXUxBaJrkRLwmhomyY7nvv5o4Q/s1600/SpringBreak2011+009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBteCB0gRNZnr-FnYfYeeFroVFxXPds8qKhD1WhYzBEPSeyrFQj2LvrTXSHv1jZyXmB6eOKKpUHtIZUA_E-LZYI6iZfwoc_4SA0EYaCa0x7-aSxTBIjXUxBaJrkRLwmhomyY7nvv5o4Q/s320/SpringBreak2011+009.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And across the kitchen, we have Saturday's biscuits, Sunday's egg skillet, and I'm not sure what was in the cake pan, but it involved melted cheese.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_aBDN0-VYUKEerETf7BKMWYdM1qQrUuQAj8KvJdEGcDbh3LI-o74AEXMp5oO75YLmV0rYGOCWWkbpQCvWyOPRVG54SesvqcSXc1TfpMQ3izVULJ9goTG-FX4EtW2KhnzCR0FkGx_zA/s1600/SpringBreak2011+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5_aBDN0-VYUKEerETf7BKMWYdM1qQrUuQAj8KvJdEGcDbh3LI-o74AEXMp5oO75YLmV0rYGOCWWkbpQCvWyOPRVG54SesvqcSXc1TfpMQ3izVULJ9goTG-FX4EtW2KhnzCR0FkGx_zA/s320/SpringBreak2011+010.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll take the blame for the coffee cup with the pink ring around it. That is mine. NOTHING else on this counter is. And let's just see this one last photo. This one might win the prize.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwr7WaRg1ukjBBAjuz3xT0zjlPMkOzH_SxbMGQomba0hLsriBsWhkft8M919h8aIye33Vzdx7LG4dfWZWxzDzgAUm70tfZvLIithkJbkD7TAmp4zHQfEe9txm7CEpRWfPu8ASLM85tmg/s1600/SpringBreak2011+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwr7WaRg1ukjBBAjuz3xT0zjlPMkOzH_SxbMGQomba0hLsriBsWhkft8M919h8aIye33Vzdx7LG4dfWZWxzDzgAUm70tfZvLIithkJbkD7TAmp4zHQfEe9txm7CEpRWfPu8ASLM85tmg/s320/SpringBreak2011+011.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Those are my Christmas decorations that I took down and packed up for Jeff to put away either in the attic or out in the HUGE shed he built for things like this. I took the tree down between Christmas and New Year's and it's oh what??? March 14th??? Yes, I could put them up myself, but then that would defeat the purpose of the meds I take to deal with him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAwQqIL9FIUtTGxZrANgPYo7re66vC7OM7D5e0uwN8gXXCQ0ETNgWUkM1har8HyJJZDcdL6ScEU2x3eIP_y6WBLd3Q1_yLEzcoXAHHndk8Gu5hV4WKLd7xBYfLboJJ450B84LOR7OYg/s1600/SpringBreak2011+021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAwQqIL9FIUtTGxZrANgPYo7re66vC7OM7D5e0uwN8gXXCQ0ETNgWUkM1har8HyJJZDcdL6ScEU2x3eIP_y6WBLd3Q1_yLEzcoXAHHndk8Gu5hV4WKLd7xBYfLboJJ450B84LOR7OYg/s320/SpringBreak2011+021.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">And this is the gray hair that my family has caused and I am too poor to go have it colored because Blue now requires her hair to be highlighted and Jeff is still in sticker shock.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I really do apologize for my long absence, and yes, I realize I am apologizing to myself since I no longer have followers. Lots of things have gotten in the way. Myself, mainly. The whole undertaking of school was HUGE and I've been scared to let too many people know. As cheesy as it sounds, it's what I've always wanted to do and that's a lot of pressure. I wondered if I could do it and if I could, would I have what it took to get back in to school? Now that I've answered some of those questions I feel a huge relief. I'm not there yet, but at least I'm in. I hope at almost 40, I have a useful perspective that some of these 19 year old young ladies can learn from.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've also had an ongoing internal battle over my blog and putting my personal life out there for the public to read. Do I say too much? Do I not say enough? Do I portray a skewed picture of our life? In the end, I don't really care. It's my life and it's my journal and it's my story. So I have the freedom to tell it however I please. I also have the right to share as much or as little as I like. If you prefer blogs about the weather, or the disasters in other countries or the soaring price of gas, I may not be the blog you are looking for. If you are interested in a tired haggard mother of two pre-pubescent children married to an insane man who thinks he is God's gift to humanity and loves reality television and somehow finds time for it then you have found the right place.</div><div style="text-align: center;">GLAD TO BE BACK!!</div><div align="left" style="text-align: center;">kacy</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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