tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12899421373379543742024-02-06T22:01:53.229-08:00Crouching Mommy. Hidden Laundry.Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.comBlogger767125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-23453672777977644192012-12-30T09:35:00.000-08:002012-12-30T09:35:09.752-08:00Big Moment for Little Miss<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Up until December 7th, Natalie was dead set against getting her ears pierced. Then we bought her some clip-on earrings and the possibility of ALL THOSE EARRINGS swayed her decision. She made the decision that she wanted pierced ears. But boy-oh-boy was there quite the scene at home after she made this decision. LOTS of crying and carrying on, but she wasn't changing her mind.</div>
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The next day we were at the outlet mall, and discovered that there was a Claire's there. She said she was ready, so we went in and made her earring choice selection. Then reality set in, and the tears and worry resurfaced. But she still didn't waver on her decision. She pulled through like a champ, and I'm so proud of her she's been very diligent in cleaning and caring for them. Plus she looks so stinkin' cute with her new sparkle! P.S. "Free piercing" with purchase of earrings = $50+!!! </div>
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<br />Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-79445987173152400182012-12-27T21:16:00.003-08:002012-12-27T21:16:52.286-08:00Santa's Surprise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We flew home from Las Vegas on Christmas day, picked up all the kids on the way home, and came home to a surprise from Santa! <br />
Great Wolf Lodge here we come! <br />
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We also got several surprises from Pickles, who has severe separation anxiety, destroyed an entire box of Kleenex in Michael and my bedroom along with a basket and a pile of Mike's pants. There was several various household items that he hoarded by his food dish, and just general disarray of the house. All from a little orange cat.<br />
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Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-56949803793057117192012-12-16T10:21:00.000-08:002012-12-16T10:21:05.634-08:00Christmas Cookies<div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Of all the Christmas goodies to choose from, sugar cookies are my Achilles heel. In fact, I make them for any holiday I can. </div>
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Before I reunited with Michael, I didn't know that there were mixes for sugar cookies, I've always made them with the only recipe I've ever known, and on the only recipe card I've ever recognized written in my mothers handwriting. </div>
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Last weekend, I made a triple (yes, triple!) batch of cookies. I have another (triple) batch of dough chilling in the refrigerator this morning because we made short work of all those cookies! </div>
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I don't have a magical go-to icing recipe, I'm always searching for the icing recipe that hardens, yet tastes good; and I have always wanted to have perfectly piped and color-saturated cookies. But I'll settle for delicious over beautiful every time. </div>
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Last night, I decided I wanted to make some chocolate-walnut fudge. I meticulously followed Grandma Alice's handwritten recipe for "Fail-Safe Fudge" in her beautiful cursive handwriting. Mike and I snuck 3 pieces each after the kids went to bed last night. </div>
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I love to cook and bake. It's good therapy for me (much like blogging is), which have both been in increasingly less-frequency now that I'm working full time. I love my job, but I'm also very conscious of what has been sacrificed for it. Christmastime is a good time to remember the joys of blogging (we have so much fun stuff going on in our lives!) as well as baking for family and friends, and remembering those who instilled the joy of baking in me. </div>
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"Myrita Henry's Sugar Cookies" I'm not positive who Myrita was, I believe she was my Grandmothers neighbor in Bakersfield... I'll have to ask my mom to remind me.</div>
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Makenzie's cookie decorating skills are the finest in the family. Seriously.</div>
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Everyone has their own work-stations... decorating the cookies is a family affair, nobody can ice that many cookies alone! And the payoff is that everyone gets to choose which cookie they're going to eat first!</div>
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I love September. It's the month of mine and Brady's birthdays, the weather is almost the best of the year, school is back in session, it's just a feel-good month. </div>
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That's not to say we didn't have a good time in August:</div>
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The girls and I had lunch at PF Chang's on our epic school-clothes shopping expedition.</div>
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We celebrated Carly and Jim's 5 year anniversary at their cool mid-century home.</div>
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We went to an Everett Aquasox game courtesy of my employer (and the girls got to sing 'Take Me Out to the Ballgame' during the 7th inning stretch out on the field).</div>
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And Brady found his calling when he got to mow his Aunt Jacquie's property. </div>
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On one of our many trips to Whidbey this summer, we stopped by Deception Pass to burn off some "sitting in the car too long" energy. The kids climbed everything they could find, we vandalized a fence rail, and the mandatory photo with the plaque (I had to go find the picture of me at the same spot in the spring of 1979)</div>
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The kids have been gone a week today. We've honestly been so busy, time is speeding by. Last year we redecorated Brady's room and did a mini-makeover for the girls. This year the girls decided they want to share a bedroom, and turn the other bedroom into their playroom. So we've (read:Mike) have been busy painting and moving furniture and scrambling to get it finished before they return. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The pink strip is the lighter of the two pinks that were once in this room, and were now the marker to where we put a chair rail.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My good friend Tracy and her husband are on the Paleo diet and doing very well. We had dinner together Friday night so I was searching online for a Paleo-friendly dessert and came across a recipe for banana ice cream treat. And the recipe raved about this ice cream made from a plain ole frozen banana with the help of this machine: <a href="http://www.yonanas.com/" target="_blank">Yonanas</a> I picked it up on my lunch break and Tracy mocked me and told me that's what my food processor was for, and proceeded to endure endless teasing about buying a "gadget". Well, shut the front door because this thing makes delicious banana ice cream! And guess who bought one the very next day?! Seriously: in goes a frozen banana (and other frozen fruit if you wish) and out comes ice cream! It's a Paleo dream come true for the ice cream lover who is jonsen for a cold, creamy treat! </td></tr>
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Finding balance between life and work is proving difficult for me. I've been so lousy at blogging, haven't scrapbooked in years... even my running has taken a backseat. And it's my own fault, my family actually complains that I'm not doing these things. I'm slipping into the old "put myself last" habit that is so true in so many mothers and wives. We do it happily and without thought. But... it's just a few things that make me happy and as the saying goes "happy wife, happy life" I think I need to get back in my old "good" habits to make sure I keep my kids and husband happy too! </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">We spent several weekends this year over on "the island" helping build an apartment on Mike's parent's property for his ailing Grandmother. Well, Mike helped build, I ate peanuts and drank beer while the kids played and got filthy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Natalie and I with fresh haircuts.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Our girls at Woodland Park Zoo... we became season pass holders this year</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Brady hand-feeding a cockatiel.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Natalie and her little bird...</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">and Makenzie fed a stunt bird :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Heading to the island... Brady's favorite place to be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The girls celebrated their birthdays together with a party at the Lynnwood Parks and Rec pool.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">6 years and 1 day, Boo lost her first tooth!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Celebrating Erin's upcoming wedding with some dear (and gorgeous!) friends.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The newest member of our household: Our nanny's little girl "Bugs". She just turned one, and she has the most delicious chubby rolls. </span></div>
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On our last full day in Hawaii we rode the bus to Hilo Hatties (and bought the last of the 5 million different Macadamia Nut treats that we hadn't tried/eaten/bought yet) and lingered over the official Magnum P.I. Hawaiian shirt. But our real destination was the Extreme Parasail shack in the Ala Moana Marina. I was the gracious one who volunteered to sit out of parasailing so that Mike and his sister could parasail together. I mean, I was sooo looking forward to floating 1000' over the Pacific Ocean with nothing but a few yards of nylon keeping me aloft. I actually can't think of another time where I was more happy to be the 5th wheel of the party. So I played photographer instead.</div>
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And what post is complete without a paparazzi shot? We were stuck in traffic along with this lady, who was just kickin' back with an entire Kleenex shoved up her nose. Never blew it, never touched it, nothin.</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-20920531864489712232012-04-15T20:23:00.008-07:002012-04-15T21:24:00.260-07:00Weddingmoon Part 2**I'm a dork. I just finished this post and realized that I posted a lot of the same pictures as in "part 1". But this time I put captions on 'em so I'm leaving them! <br /><br /><br />I got scolded for my lack of narrating in "part 1" but I was pinched for time and wanted to get a post out so I skimped on the actual blogging. I'll do better this time.<br /><br /><br />Lets start with the 2 classy brides. We said we didn't need to go to Hawaii to find the blowhole (sorry mom!).<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuBr5FZ1XyjvHhswugXyuPnYe_HNp_ggw9oASSiD_OeN0ympAFZFMarHSgXpTp40HV7NBI5tRD-tN5oJiW-YTtasLX1VBMqq_MMN46VZfOzt4OqDrqrD6o61Jca8GB2JU38OKukSiFpE/s1600/1233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840808007993394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGuBr5FZ1XyjvHhswugXyuPnYe_HNp_ggw9oASSiD_OeN0ympAFZFMarHSgXpTp40HV7NBI5tRD-tN5oJiW-YTtasLX1VBMqq_MMN46VZfOzt4OqDrqrD6o61Jca8GB2JU38OKukSiFpE/s400/1233.JPG" /></a><br />The beach was scattered with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kukui</span></span> nuts (the nut that leis are made of) and when we had finished with our "I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">do's</span></span>" and photos, we gathered some sand from this very spot along with some of the nuts to give to our mothers (and some for ourselves). I also collected some seashells from the beach that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Michael's</span> sister got married at to put in the jar that we gave their mom.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioom2fCuNC_HytsuXDy8oAIVrfUaAfTvKIXXDoj981WAqqFFaxOfaM6rANlaxd34vHM41MAicTsZFSGZo8k6X16Ud-syxLFeGdgllL-UYp3vyYkfrkEyGtNBNbdWdGrrk3wl_NrV6wPxQ/s1600/941.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731840786270263090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioom2fCuNC_HytsuXDy8oAIVrfUaAfTvKIXXDoj981WAqqFFaxOfaM6rANlaxd34vHM41MAicTsZFSGZo8k6X16Ud-syxLFeGdgllL-UYp3vyYkfrkEyGtNBNbdWdGrrk3wl_NrV6wPxQ/s400/941.JPG" /></a>Playing with the effects on our camera. We have since got a great photo editing software program and will take the time to edit all our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wonderful</span> photos from the most beautiful day of my life.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNH4Ki8ApD-XK9sYPPnrpeLYqiAl5Va-GQMi_wp3ZbwHhUcbFxiUUANClr3gFPPYlogIlh2xQ4z_Hjy2Kya9bweil86RmdFL-rOhXKYSfg17ED1CdNbGXJo_yaggLlJvJYHJgo2d_KqI/s1600/1235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731839852331588738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuNH4Ki8ApD-XK9sYPPnrpeLYqiAl5Va-GQMi_wp3ZbwHhUcbFxiUUANClr3gFPPYlogIlh2xQ4z_Hjy2Kya9bweil86RmdFL-rOhXKYSfg17ED1CdNbGXJo_yaggLlJvJYHJgo2d_KqI/s400/1235.JPG" /></a>I asked him if he could carry me, I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">should've</span></span> thought before I spoke (we got some great shots even though the waves almost carried us away!)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEH_PCLdi9oghDYdHCbxz1XA1WIhTuuDKfxO_pLgFY4N-TzF37lyTFg5j-BsHlyhQQ6Zr9yae-8znhCxPEC1Pj5Qfz7kXqJ3b2OblAyktaE0HShYcTGDQfGpIilnxeuFKnbfWxSE_Ido/s1600/1153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731839842453269074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBEH_PCLdi9oghDYdHCbxz1XA1WIhTuuDKfxO_pLgFY4N-TzF37lyTFg5j-BsHlyhQQ6Zr9yae-8znhCxPEC1Pj5Qfz7kXqJ3b2OblAyktaE0HShYcTGDQfGpIilnxeuFKnbfWxSE_Ido/s400/1153.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Married. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibalCU2y0TMhA31Q_41lpRz_4tzsqyM7_BJttV8xiTW1CMpC_1G6PIzJ_GXZ5D8k02E2eSKykl3XnVH2MRl5IV8___2DAnI3_T1S6oRpxyfamONBFCM190Xz2-uO0UIdI7epMN-zKq_eA/s1600/1131.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731839831848531826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibalCU2y0TMhA31Q_41lpRz_4tzsqyM7_BJttV8xiTW1CMpC_1G6PIzJ_GXZ5D8k02E2eSKykl3XnVH2MRl5IV8___2DAnI3_T1S6oRpxyfamONBFCM190Xz2-uO0UIdI7epMN-zKq_eA/s400/1131.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I could not (and still can't) stop kissing this man!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5NTBJcYrfah9vmXnp4O7_J-ADc0p84t9D4mYUpvl_eBtOQtTMiuAuueKASEpYA4C8uZmQpZfyZUwt78OF0lQGUSewb6rywTPlRXEiVZzxYw4iXbZMn3unpFGUTmxgmQEMbq5rSSnazg/s1600/1119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731838829491276818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5NTBJcYrfah9vmXnp4O7_J-ADc0p84t9D4mYUpvl_eBtOQtTMiuAuueKASEpYA4C8uZmQpZfyZUwt78OF0lQGUSewb6rywTPlRXEiVZzxYw4iXbZMn3unpFGUTmxgmQEMbq5rSSnazg/s400/1119.JPG" /></a>I wore a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">plumeria</span></span> in my hair every day that we were in Hawaii.<br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDJyV76RoS6xIBQ5CaOxyus-9K3OE662lC1NIVENguXRyKjeXjInrYsU7lB0aBEiLWodGEXVaB-SpViMZYArJ61ls-bQekzyOCHDOszgQRrNbtIiBEJP0gWNamo5ydgwe9BWMeRU9DEQ/s1600/874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731838816679616210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijDJyV76RoS6xIBQ5CaOxyus-9K3OE662lC1NIVENguXRyKjeXjInrYsU7lB0aBEiLWodGEXVaB-SpViMZYArJ61ls-bQekzyOCHDOszgQRrNbtIiBEJP0gWNamo5ydgwe9BWMeRU9DEQ/s400/874.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Our Hawaiian prayer. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Michael's</span> hands encompassed mine as a symbol that he will protect me and be my strength. And he is. As we recited our vows, I thought of no truer words. We have been through sickness and health. We've been richer and poorer. We've been through good times and bad. We've already been living our vows, listening to them knowing we've already been honoring them was an incredible and overwhelming feeling.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZpLOWSBmZTPoOTIjLxT96c6Jtw5uohDaD5g6-GdxuRvL6vG4ii-7jEl5DT2o6vtw90HVl7LRuwfnxpm4KIReHuBhTgZThejKgK5L7gfWxJSKYQsLsRMhNYHJwY1n0RGij0x5TavvJyI/s1600/122.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836529730394898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTZpLOWSBmZTPoOTIjLxT96c6Jtw5uohDaD5g6-GdxuRvL6vG4ii-7jEl5DT2o6vtw90HVl7LRuwfnxpm4KIReHuBhTgZThejKgK5L7gfWxJSKYQsLsRMhNYHJwY1n0RGij0x5TavvJyI/s400/122.PNG" /></a>Our last photo before we said our "I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">do's</span></span>"<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApRPa12GzYCgCMfYdf9X7lJRHLT_I_WgJVFxmtRCZIsVKN5Y17TSydsmMQCylDZLl7ncLSiQg_brjleFJTxr05Yrq5ybYBtRkIBk2-EuBvOhyphenhyphensdd6z25WJ2lh8_fRVGwIrxACcxiS5Qo/s1600/090.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 299px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836516492669618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjApRPa12GzYCgCMfYdf9X7lJRHLT_I_WgJVFxmtRCZIsVKN5Y17TSydsmMQCylDZLl7ncLSiQg_brjleFJTxr05Yrq5ybYBtRkIBk2-EuBvOhyphenhyphensdd6z25WJ2lh8_fRVGwIrxACcxiS5Qo/s400/090.JPG" /></a>The wedding party. Me, Michael, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Michael's</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">niece</span> Courtney, our new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">niece</span> Ashley, Michael, Jacquie (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Michael's</span> sister), and family friend Chris (who everyone calls Charlie for some reason) who is stationed at Pearl Harbor.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvd1Pv3hGDa_fICUwmA8JFqsXpsms0zoVnmySnMPBDPwzBtd1s7_eYrDj9gZVaYAsu2OGpv52ncVTU3vVhJaEsz16EN3CPtRZhe94x910xpVJfapxZQAbPcitLh3KocnIQp3DVDlepIWk/s1600/IMG_5478.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836509788879042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvd1Pv3hGDa_fICUwmA8JFqsXpsms0zoVnmySnMPBDPwzBtd1s7_eYrDj9gZVaYAsu2OGpv52ncVTU3vVhJaEsz16EN3CPtRZhe94x910xpVJfapxZQAbPcitLh3KocnIQp3DVDlepIWk/s400/IMG_5478.JPG" /></a></div><div>Making it legal. I decided to change my middle name (Ann) to my maiden name. I'll never forget the twinge of sadness in my dads voice when I got married (the first time) and he and I no longer shared the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Borton</span></span> name. I didn't want to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hyphen</span> my name but it never <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurred</span> to me that I could do something else with my name. When I lost him less than a year later, the feeling became a constant regret. Ann was just a filler middle name (it didn't belong to my great-grandmother or anything) so I took this opportunity to honor my dad.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5xPdLCkNbnZjJbLePwpdPRVvWbIz1Yhbyx2I-jaHNAoqJc1AmV6Tp-U1diBUDExhnJyyv_mJQ4xCeZTQvnC2XXfIAo3jiY1VbR5C1FEA5kEculRzi7HXPjSQWXF13dQbRrtRUOYSx-4/s1600/IMG_5475.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731836495766665890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5xPdLCkNbnZjJbLePwpdPRVvWbIz1Yhbyx2I-jaHNAoqJc1AmV6Tp-U1diBUDExhnJyyv_mJQ4xCeZTQvnC2XXfIAo3jiY1VbR5C1FEA5kEculRzi7HXPjSQWXF13dQbRrtRUOYSx-4/s400/IMG_5475.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-73656076421887831682012-04-08T09:31:00.004-07:002012-04-08T09:47:42.383-07:00Wedding Moon Part 1We had the most amazing time, and I am still pinching myself at this dream come true. We have a ton of pictures but I thought I should get a few up now (and of course I picked the big day to start with!)<br /><br />Mr. and Mrs. Wallace (yay!)<br />April 1, 2012<br />Waimanalo Beach, Oahu, Hawaii<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngNHiXK_VZH2CHa5e3ELs-uqSBlyu29XxEClIva3Sz3Z4VfN-1gh6PioiZA6kSfmgGUcxSS0MbLgC-rG5EL40lDg4Tmmdl2x2ri36XCkDYkllkOOn3qufrGEh_h4YVQydclTpTJMof-Q/s1600/1094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729070834409415154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjngNHiXK_VZH2CHa5e3ELs-uqSBlyu29XxEClIva3Sz3Z4VfN-1gh6PioiZA6kSfmgGUcxSS0MbLgC-rG5EL40lDg4Tmmdl2x2ri36XCkDYkllkOOn3qufrGEh_h4YVQydclTpTJMof-Q/s400/1094.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4r1TkMChD2FML0-TKV1lxezpxHV83EDQ70WJhRoEyq9EboibDF5Rr51wY6OEen6gsD5t8uMek8bytiJ-G73S5f0EzeVqqzJq8bmIEJqW91hOqK-8GTLLErOisAtRzHr6egtyQK_V9Ew/s1600/893.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729070822382442450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd4r1TkMChD2FML0-TKV1lxezpxHV83EDQ70WJhRoEyq9EboibDF5Rr51wY6OEen6gsD5t8uMek8bytiJ-G73S5f0EzeVqqzJq8bmIEJqW91hOqK-8GTLLErOisAtRzHr6egtyQK_V9Ew/s400/893.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqdlKEGzgAtui73Da3e-nMsXuT_B7nWYt_ouUhqOHRxufUSa_o-9IF4oIvvglDxj4g1PslPIqAXkoHD9p33MGaO-WH_CEUEc3SzNwyIJUVteRZUFvmVGijlGhOqcm-xj9ecH_j5Mk6Go/s1600/874.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729070809302551554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidqdlKEGzgAtui73Da3e-nMsXuT_B7nWYt_ouUhqOHRxufUSa_o-9IF4oIvvglDxj4g1PslPIqAXkoHD9p33MGaO-WH_CEUEc3SzNwyIJUVteRZUFvmVGijlGhOqcm-xj9ecH_j5Mk6Go/s400/874.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm82b7cOW-iBydDzrBO07l_4hUide_plsd44nttLhoNVfHp50qpOGjw_gBvBGmovhawLygVG29SF_bXZ8NebehsNUZmwPDrPn6Ul6uNOUKTjbdWuL6PawOIFMpPbG7NLIVhzkTj0FcITA/s1600/IMG_5463.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729069340933858706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjll2GjCzSbC5E6zVUiuX8Sl1hb112oEuu5iwANf-ny5M-6bkeeW2m9LFjoA0zUvfwFsBLjUJ7sjzGRE_dywF6w6qX9N6T3h_cZBLEidgoavBw5KUTICPHxz97krdMMR7VmpCdSreEGhDM/s400/mrandmrs.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-81816336864742654662012-02-12T08:38:00.000-08:002012-02-12T09:28:09.989-08:00He put a ring on it.Michael and I are officially ENGAGED! We have been talking about getting married for a long time, and the time has finally come to where we can <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">actually</span> put action to our wishes. To quote Harry Burns from When Harry Met Sally: When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."<br /><br />Or to quote Michael: "You had me a 'Friend Request Accepted'."<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGkH8HhwP4GCGcvE-MgKIg0nfD6oohyphenhyphenXJ2pLTu64OKiYHsfyT8Jnwmcn1m_BSLn4ENXczNPhV6BfAMgEyYLaGW0lFFoyEXN73jZi3l3ttdP-UX99INcklZ-K88YfNi_K_78i-zDG89rI/s1600/037.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 267px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708291198310249042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwGkH8HhwP4GCGcvE-MgKIg0nfD6oohyphenhyphenXJ2pLTu64OKiYHsfyT8Jnwmcn1m_BSLn4ENXczNPhV6BfAMgEyYLaGW0lFFoyEXN73jZi3l3ttdP-UX99INcklZ-K88YfNi_K_78i-zDG89rI/s400/037.PNG" /></a>We are so happy. Falling in love with Michael was like putting glasses on for the first time and realizing that those green blurs are the trees. He is my light: the sun of my days, and fire of my nights. I'm trying to think of more analogies of how describe how I love him, but words only come close.<br /><br />There was no 'big proposal', because a proposal isn't warranted. He didn't need to ask. He's been proposing to me in small ways everyday since the day we got together. He makes me feel so loved, so wanted, so appreciated. And he tells me so everyday how much. He makes my heart swell and my eyes well up. The words he said to me before he put the ring on my finger are etched on my heart.<br /><div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-20827617904301769572012-02-05T09:23:00.000-08:002012-02-05T09:33:41.823-08:00Back to BloggingOh man, it's been a busy couple of months, add to that my laptop crashing really derailed my blogging!<br /><br />Lets catch up... I went back to work in mid-December for Providence Health and Services. I am a "scheduling coordinator" for their new operating system that is being rolled over over 5 states and 20,000 employees. Essentially I write the class schedule for those 20,000 people; one hospital at a time. It's a wonderful company to work for and I actually love what I'm doing. The downside of the job is that it's a 40 minute commute each way (thank goodness for carpool buddies), and the double-edged sword is that I am able to work all the overtime I wish, but it really has been keeping me away from my family and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exercise</span>.<br /><br />I also had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">unexpectedly</span> wonderful news... I got divorced this week!! Over 2 years in the making, my divorce was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">finally</span> finalized on the 1st. I am still processing the reality of it all, it's been such a miserable, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">heart wrenching</span>, infuriating, painstaking process and I'm utterly relieved that it's over. And am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">ecstatic</span> about the new possibilities for my future now that this obstacle has been cleared!<br /><br />That is the last 2 months in a nutshell... more catching up as I find more tidbits of time!Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-35028927442436840322011-12-15T18:48:00.000-08:002011-12-18T10:35:19.155-08:00Christmas Cheer on the CheapWe've all heard of the Craigslist Killer, but have you heard of the more elusive (and very smug) Craigslist Cat?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioajtZCefYbfiFqDIptA2Rgma37CouH5fC-N0oe8A5mrKcuDr_ECl4mTFNypAOnFMwMEWxFPUf94wncTi4CGeo4ZIWELmno7j3H0Hjx1bDrLm6cDX7NTLVGxjGpuuLei-_hTT4go3jKrw/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686558433956612978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioajtZCefYbfiFqDIptA2Rgma37CouH5fC-N0oe8A5mrKcuDr_ECl4mTFNypAOnFMwMEWxFPUf94wncTi4CGeo4ZIWELmno7j3H0Hjx1bDrLm6cDX7NTLVGxjGpuuLei-_hTT4go3jKrw/s400/011.JPG" /></a> Our good friends Rob and Tracy (who also happen to be Makenzie's godparents) gave us a little Christmas cheer in the form of a gingerbread house kit. It sat wrapped under our tree for less than a week and I thought it was going to kill the kids to leave it alone (hence our tree is pretty barren of gifts so I don't have to listen to the endless "how many more days until Christmas" and constant 'rearranging' of said gifts under the tree).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhBL7rkQwTRGmsi5xKCYhvfxjaCTZnDR_D9p7R8KUNQC5ecC37y8tvgBom4aQJ7sMnGxC-vUsD0Y_oVqvC1z9zO-DO6a1a4eS8pFQYVH7gwEzO2R9mtjJICzQrQkw-5uNgwy5C9RBdFE/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686558427362560034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdhBL7rkQwTRGmsi5xKCYhvfxjaCTZnDR_D9p7R8KUNQC5ecC37y8tvgBom4aQJ7sMnGxC-vUsD0Y_oVqvC1z9zO-DO6a1a4eS8pFQYVH7gwEzO2R9mtjJICzQrQkw-5uNgwy5C9RBdFE/s400/013.JPG" /></a> Sound Harley hosts free Santa pictures (on Santa's Red Harley) and Lance the Llama. The kids were more interested in watching how close the Llamas hind end was getting to the bike behind him, they found it highly entertaining.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpeH0epQM4bs0U8lg2igrCVd7AQZv6QXKZRQDKGarfXqXScOlIWS_87qB8ri6IriKtFDsF4UsG7cSiPJH6WLI5dvab2IX0s_y1I-S-D9KVFTcfw6sRJqWaojMGolRHj-YSHaO8gz9RQg/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686558419342134738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJpeH0epQM4bs0U8lg2igrCVd7AQZv6QXKZRQDKGarfXqXScOlIWS_87qB8ri6IriKtFDsF4UsG7cSiPJH6WLI5dvab2IX0s_y1I-S-D9KVFTcfw6sRJqWaojMGolRHj-YSHaO8gz9RQg/s400/007.JPG" /></a> "I'm a sexy beast"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bRDBomT7Iw_fIG9nNfD10Z17cU9DPzLEgiDhxHiacX2I88NDo2XKkwNqR008nd7G26uvQjvQ1XXAMAE_i4t_SXHB163OM12_jLDuIq8EaEx9fA2mu4yN9Mcu99BErIUTuREDAM9EtZg/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686557674809453394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3bRDBomT7Iw_fIG9nNfD10Z17cU9DPzLEgiDhxHiacX2I88NDo2XKkwNqR008nd7G26uvQjvQ1XXAMAE_i4t_SXHB163OM12_jLDuIq8EaEx9fA2mu4yN9Mcu99BErIUTuREDAM9EtZg/s400/009.JPG" /></a> This is probably the real Santa... I mean it's gotta be rough on a fella to live up in the Arctic year round.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh930GTGGkssLXZq4rnGELWCkxzlS7znIjOgKNh4VooZ-5sSwh46bJORAoOz_7Ix_AsK0DkbY83sCu-9biu4uUn3mckRGjKIt2r-JFKi4Phiebo2Bl5NjrsUnvh4irNguZllCprrQLRpcM/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686557665841100594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh930GTGGkssLXZq4rnGELWCkxzlS7znIjOgKNh4VooZ-5sSwh46bJORAoOz_7Ix_AsK0DkbY83sCu-9biu4uUn3mckRGjKIt2r-JFKi4Phiebo2Bl5NjrsUnvh4irNguZllCprrQLRpcM/s400/016.JPG" /></a> We also took advantage of the Groupon deal of the day and saw the Alderwood mall Santa (possibly the best Santa around) on the cheap: $11 for our photos.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApIEHt4I5CgaLafNXv2BFVAgscsVQu8PajnOXr-wZCWN0NUjAA7TlZFzwI6LGF7woOT_8YK2Jp69uXfVH_3src7hFgpD6UgLzL_KxxroXJJUL3ZuyueoJUeKowa7BW8_s8_6WJ5M3hlc/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686557651694043154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgApIEHt4I5CgaLafNXv2BFVAgscsVQu8PajnOXr-wZCWN0NUjAA7TlZFzwI6LGF7woOT_8YK2Jp69uXfVH_3src7hFgpD6UgLzL_KxxroXJJUL3ZuyueoJUeKowa7BW8_s8_6WJ5M3hlc/s400/003.JPG" /></a> We got to the mall at 5:08. Santa went to dinner at 5:00. Of course he did. So I stood in line for the next 52 minutes while Mike supervised the kids running from the fountain to the Pokemon kiosk to Game Stop. In no time Santa was back from dinner and we had a prime spot in line (vs. the saps who still had another hour wait in line behind us).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4hVomHFyQLKfmuqOjAFu2d4uC8rLpwEw5PamIJ1QiVZaS2t1goxSKTruyKfKBpIyiW_A_somTvGMQ-A8H2KXRYI89DHYWysOHGVzaESPlsBWldT08diB8qZ9CXv3wUsU6jy9-MKYx9A/s1600/023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686557643425632034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT4hVomHFyQLKfmuqOjAFu2d4uC8rLpwEw5PamIJ1QiVZaS2t1goxSKTruyKfKBpIyiW_A_somTvGMQ-A8H2KXRYI89DHYWysOHGVzaESPlsBWldT08diB8qZ9CXv3wUsU6jy9-MKYx9A/s400/023.JPG" /></a> Waiting. Waiting. And more waiting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfmo6VWvV3GJWnpwKOFA6WNA6JCCeFIfnmlVsqmGdlBryzSOnNzukzJjb2y6zdJRlRcp3pVm_QzGJvjUOLIbuR0znhFRoDYxqjZYFhOefziEOxZSXDAbcgybNt3jjWnk8Ovr2oxPP-T8/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686557637134152466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBfmo6VWvV3GJWnpwKOFA6WNA6JCCeFIfnmlVsqmGdlBryzSOnNzukzJjb2y6zdJRlRcp3pVm_QzGJvjUOLIbuR0znhFRoDYxqjZYFhOefziEOxZSXDAbcgybNt3jjWnk8Ovr2oxPP-T8/s400/002.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-20209782722018160772011-12-03T12:11:00.001-08:002011-12-06T21:48:29.066-08:00Tomcat Tree Trimming<div>I've been trying to post this blog entry for over a week, but I keep trying to use the new blogger interface with no success, so I've had to revert to the old interface (again) just so I could get this post posted!</div><br /><br /><div>Have I ever mentioned how awesome my fella is? Well here's a short list of some of what makes me fall in love with him every day:</div><br /><div><br />The kids need to learn to tie their shoes. Makenzie's teacher said she only helps the Kindergartners tie their shoes until Christmas, after that they're on their own. So Mike made a practice shoe for them to hone their skills. And the kids loved it and practiced and practiced and guess what? They can tie their shoes now!</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7kLJuw_DAtmABKEc26IuKbbIzOn2d9yYX2na2MxwXvhounaWvS8AO30bWj4AAZPSMv7Z4qRS5S5FlQjU9MpsW3xCyjVLeD4lweTkvz_zbhvxrphjIxWQoiFQlfTCHy9YQXddyJKBuQo/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk7kLJuw_DAtmABKEc26IuKbbIzOn2d9yYX2na2MxwXvhounaWvS8AO30bWj4AAZPSMv7Z4qRS5S5FlQjU9MpsW3xCyjVLeD4lweTkvz_zbhvxrphjIxWQoiFQlfTCHy9YQXddyJKBuQo/s400/005.JPG" width="299" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div><br />When my dad passed away, the fire department gave me his helmet. And for the past 10 years I always wondered why there was a big black triangle on the front of his helmet and mentioned to Mike how it would be nice to even just get a generic fire department patch to put on there since dads helmet is on display and the next thing I know, Michael had found out what truck my dad was assigned to at his station (that big black triangle is where you're supposed to put your truck#) and arranged with who knows how many people to get me that patch, for Truck 36. Best. Boyfriend. Ever.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZs13bTa5KvojEk2iyWYhkdR1eOm2vhr8U52aedG_rZGTqg-j6N0E4gg5tieIpg-D9PEMd0j-NsfPSHwCby2GidOXIhx6E1JBBJFjrme0XyVOQLTjzI_4vVlVnTlSTdEMHS6vw9yFPjJ4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZs13bTa5KvojEk2iyWYhkdR1eOm2vhr8U52aedG_rZGTqg-j6N0E4gg5tieIpg-D9PEMd0j-NsfPSHwCby2GidOXIhx6E1JBBJFjrme0XyVOQLTjzI_4vVlVnTlSTdEMHS6vw9yFPjJ4/s400/004.JPG" width="299" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As Michael hung Christmas lights, I employed our children and neices in yard clean-up (where we subsequently found out that someone had stolen Mike's backpack blower and weedeater, not cool). I promised the kids a trip to the candy store if they could fill the yard waste tote. I've never seen a more productive group of children in my entire life. Needless to say I dropped $25 at the candy store later that afternoon.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQQP5xburG9vtv7sOXVDGt9H1rRayZzQIxcxtq98NAdEHuqYJ7tQGNNNcw-uIptysJ_I_FFRUqa7sUU91Z0cbe9NbVT1pplqRfgmWoWY8V6NJcg0Y0Ef5FQTetfHUf4iqgT_wuRZ-3YE/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZQQP5xburG9vtv7sOXVDGt9H1rRayZzQIxcxtq98NAdEHuqYJ7tQGNNNcw-uIptysJ_I_FFRUqa7sUU91Z0cbe9NbVT1pplqRfgmWoWY8V6NJcg0Y0Ef5FQTetfHUf4iqgT_wuRZ-3YE/s400/003.JPG" width="299" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Our happy home :)</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCq-LFldSxerV8tJGZA52dX44OhDxKfFXzlCb4ZfSVYbL4lSOQheHrJLWeYEOSu_VH5fqkf-C36PahzMpcvagvXXPeAyATyZomaorQnxfL5qJLM2VW9IFUVrUDjQuDgQL-qkCNvFuiv8/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyCq-LFldSxerV8tJGZA52dX44OhDxKfFXzlCb4ZfSVYbL4lSOQheHrJLWeYEOSu_VH5fqkf-C36PahzMpcvagvXXPeAyATyZomaorQnxfL5qJLM2VW9IFUVrUDjQuDgQL-qkCNvFuiv8/s400/002.JPG" width="400" height="299" /></a></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXFUn55J26O99F1kKri7Va7g6PQPEhTCc8bX7loFyT_umCz6NhrrL1vo44F1hyVdZaYy0_q1YdY2TXqFfff_xwLCNxRO3Y0EHsgYONR2ItDtoToc36ovlBoZY56GdR3PoS7dLKs43Z3c/s1600/005.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjXFUn55J26O99F1kKri7Va7g6PQPEhTCc8bX7loFyT_umCz6NhrrL1vo44F1hyVdZaYy0_q1YdY2TXqFfff_xwLCNxRO3Y0EHsgYONR2ItDtoToc36ovlBoZY56GdR3PoS7dLKs43Z3c/s400/005.JPG" width="299" height="400" /></a></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><br /></div><br /><div>In the above picture you might notice that our star has fallen... It's the thrid time it's happened, so we've kind of just left it. Along with the clumpy arrangement of the ornament placement (I can't rearrange what 2 energetic girls so thoughtfully hung). But the star's placement is the sole work of... Pickles. <br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator">Here he is <em>innocently</em> admiring an ornament.</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTap7FxHSVaEac-EtUohXHJzwvCoCo4A8JkMCMIfBfinEQ1gM7AN2mnfeQEyC7zuyzMLHpLgxSwDiaK-vCNAq2dM_XEQohS_2XAJQCIyqWfSD_uVCQGfrUreWL7HLmhepnBWFoVExjPY/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizTap7FxHSVaEac-EtUohXHJzwvCoCo4A8JkMCMIfBfinEQ1gM7AN2mnfeQEyC7zuyzMLHpLgxSwDiaK-vCNAq2dM_XEQohS_2XAJQCIyqWfSD_uVCQGfrUreWL7HLmhepnBWFoVExjPY/s400/014.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a></div><br /><div><br /><br />Here he is contemplating Natalie's baby ornament (maybe wondering where his "kitties first christmas" is).</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3gdNdfSM66O7uLKZTEZ39DjsjcxKYoAu-MtccyZc-F85SshXPku0quPeSZNmZdJf4_F0Uve54SCxrKZheYsgppi3L8Ukrr3mt_lMBXK1wmzOT5ZhOClVrc_Xy-ehv1yOtyOo4CIa8zc/s1600/016.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU3gdNdfSM66O7uLKZTEZ39DjsjcxKYoAu-MtccyZc-F85SshXPku0quPeSZNmZdJf4_F0Uve54SCxrKZheYsgppi3L8Ukrr3mt_lMBXK1wmzOT5ZhOClVrc_Xy-ehv1yOtyOo4CIa8zc/s400/016.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a></div><br /><div><br />"What?"</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both" class="separator"><a style="MARGIN-LEFT: 1em; MARGIN-RIGHT: 1em" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxyBSGzpE_pg5sLlHH0RFdCQPvnJNJNJgcwO8Cfa6tRJJIzEGrrFDywa0T1Yz-Xjj3kqOevPDSUNIqqAPHpYU1yvpHKao9WkCzuwWBxSb3-gvOsMjO6Xf97R4bvlfi_luNrpgDki1pLI/s1600/017.JPG" imageanchor="1"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAxyBSGzpE_pg5sLlHH0RFdCQPvnJNJNJgcwO8Cfa6tRJJIzEGrrFDywa0T1Yz-Xjj3kqOevPDSUNIqqAPHpYU1yvpHKao9WkCzuwWBxSb3-gvOsMjO6Xf97R4bvlfi_luNrpgDki1pLI/s400/017.JPG" width="400" height="267" /></a></div><br /><div></div>I thought this series of pictures looked familiar... This one is from last year when Pickles was just a little kitten.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DYrwI9nt7Nrivt98SBzrGnOBioaF3UKNuCM-NmjNxooSdLf9fUW7H4Hze0iHUOa010I1FYGKKQqdCVe3IvtvfPGfqjRDdDLCiXEzuKlt9Z_quzZ3KW_vxXirLbHMiulyH4OgBHomcMs/s1600/031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683238030653900978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DYrwI9nt7Nrivt98SBzrGnOBioaF3UKNuCM-NmjNxooSdLf9fUW7H4Hze0iHUOa010I1FYGKKQqdCVe3IvtvfPGfqjRDdDLCiXEzuKlt9Z_quzZ3KW_vxXirLbHMiulyH4OgBHomcMs/s400/031.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-78023151736252454072011-11-25T20:07:00.000-08:002011-11-26T22:30:30.009-08:00ThankfulOur home fills with friends and family on the 4th Thursday of November. Wednesday evening was spent injecting turkeys with either a Cajun or Savory concoction (we still can't decide which one is best) and other various prep-cooking (pies, stuffing, dips, cranberry salad...) <br /><br /><br /><br />Thursday morning was a flurry of welcoming people and only catching glimpses of Mike as he would come in with a turkey fresh from the fryer and then he'd be sent right back out with another turkey that had been prepped and was ready to go (our tally of turkeys fried at the end of the night: 9) and I couldn't seem to find my way out of the kitchen. It was nice to finally sit down and grab a bite (there is no such thing as "dinner time" with this style of Thanksgiving, you get hungry? You eat. Or if you're Mike, you nibble on each turkey that comes out of the fryer and have a few beers and find that you don't have room to actually eat a Thanksgiving dinner. But that's what leftovers are for, right?!) And every bit of the dinner was delicious. But we really nailed the turkeys this year. Flavor was amazing. Meat was tender and juicy. And we have loads leftover for sandwiches, pot pies, tetrazinni, quesedillas...<br /><br /><br />Mike helping his sister prep her bird.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXGggoNoy_9qZLNX6t52nJG-eYDshD9LcJOxwbhyphenhyphenv9p8xe6nEOwSKPUcqmdxL_69e2fkJdmUAgmKO1na0qsl4MM2UGpsSl-MKSE_Q4W6VKyQcFpiiLiX8tA61Dcf1L9vrz76m6Jth7Cj8/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679155663515782290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXGggoNoy_9qZLNX6t52nJG-eYDshD9LcJOxwbhyphenhyphenv9p8xe6nEOwSKPUcqmdxL_69e2fkJdmUAgmKO1na0qsl4MM2UGpsSl-MKSE_Q4W6VKyQcFpiiLiX8tA61Dcf1L9vrz76m6Jth7Cj8/s400/001.JPG" /></a> My kids spent Thanksgiving with their dad, so I enlisted Boo's help in peeling potatoes (just like the army!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2SNhOej7CfEu6WbmkZuU_GN-rvZurYuxTsPjbK0QVncpCN5ZxY-ScImpsBk3xrUHu-gcN_pWSc9XpD1yfB9onRiUk8za_D93Bao534HXXTshPiKQdipKE1KgnTLGcKQ-UuB9jHu3ZiU/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679155659094376722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN2SNhOej7CfEu6WbmkZuU_GN-rvZurYuxTsPjbK0QVncpCN5ZxY-ScImpsBk3xrUHu-gcN_pWSc9XpD1yfB9onRiUk8za_D93Bao534HXXTshPiKQdipKE1KgnTLGcKQ-UuB9jHu3ZiU/s400/002.JPG" /></a> This was pretty much all Mike saw all day. Just the way he liked it. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjFVT10sbFSqJpxLQGVA7Jod92sx_MGbObD-mUrLJtQ2n4VR4kiPqxFVccwQkSmU2QvjisNSUW49d-xIpHEPoAtI4PpyQv7mw98Gt57_E8zTKG2h1dM5fP02jckN3jt1pBrqowJBdr14/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679155648792402162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNjFVT10sbFSqJpxLQGVA7Jod92sx_MGbObD-mUrLJtQ2n4VR4kiPqxFVccwQkSmU2QvjisNSUW49d-xIpHEPoAtI4PpyQv7mw98Gt57_E8zTKG2h1dM5fP02jckN3jt1pBrqowJBdr14/s400/005.JPG" /></a> Yumaroo. Can't wait until next November!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05IPAdFLx-K_7RBv5kmyWqULeSoiZlcZpq72YLnkm0cxt-vtgdyWtpe1Vf3LX317GY5wRKl-nFQMe_scpyi_cIzDt2vchvg5o_oAcTZf_8HQa7D-67ZoAbMsdzs-5y8LYi7Jg31gPHVc/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679155646909317602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj05IPAdFLx-K_7RBv5kmyWqULeSoiZlcZpq72YLnkm0cxt-vtgdyWtpe1Vf3LX317GY5wRKl-nFQMe_scpyi_cIzDt2vchvg5o_oAcTZf_8HQa7D-67ZoAbMsdzs-5y8LYi7Jg31gPHVc/s400/003.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-37288706541557328302011-11-19T08:43:00.000-08:002011-11-19T13:38:29.797-08:00One Year LaterOne year ago today, I packed the last 14 years of my Bellingham life into a U-haul and caravaned down I-5 with Mike's family towards my future in E-town. It was scary and exciting, scary because I was literally pulling up roots for myself and my children (more scared about the change for my kidos) and exciting because I was absolutely certain that Michael was the true love of my life and I could not imagine another day without him in it. <br /><br />Since paper is the traditional gift for the 1st anniversary, I decided to give myself a little present: removing the ivy wallpaper border in the kitchen. Next I think I'll tackle the one in the laundry room, but I think I'll wait until after our Thanksgiving.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bp9gi_eCQ9Rp2iaRM4k_0CHzfea1uBDeASbSOeaBPjFrgduglyGZcm8VPy3cdb2fGDo-yojbzicdsQ7sHpKsTurKFCoKtkICc1VlCsdd_UGZKaMsoDqj3iXVbnKuL6gVnmmDNieBsGw/s1600/006.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676750231897217026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0bp9gi_eCQ9Rp2iaRM4k_0CHzfea1uBDeASbSOeaBPjFrgduglyGZcm8VPy3cdb2fGDo-yojbzicdsQ7sHpKsTurKFCoKtkICc1VlCsdd_UGZKaMsoDqj3iXVbnKuL6gVnmmDNieBsGw/s400/006.JPG" /></a> I helped out at the Port for their United Way Campaign and there was a mountain of leftover tomatoes and onions. So Mike volunteered to send them home with me and I sent back 3 giant batches of salsa and pico de gallo. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPGeBQ8ts18efh0f0kaW5mLXB0h9Ue9hqfkebns0wSvThI7le0BL1d4aaRrCHsAhjMRm2ZoVOoyUd3oaQX2o8bR9T5qBKvnq4Yri_aPnG9QsRFnXnWaQlWf31okPayDJDrXR25zR8wKw/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676750225148156146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfPGeBQ8ts18efh0f0kaW5mLXB0h9Ue9hqfkebns0wSvThI7le0BL1d4aaRrCHsAhjMRm2ZoVOoyUd3oaQX2o8bR9T5qBKvnq4Yri_aPnG9QsRFnXnWaQlWf31okPayDJDrXR25zR8wKw/s400/005.JPG" /></a> The theme for the United Way day was "Tailgate party". All the guys (and ladies) brought their pickups in and there were games (speed pitch, football toss, hoops) and of course a hot wings contest. Mike's best buddy Rob made some delicious wings (made with Ghost pepper, sounds scary) and even though the contest was rigged (the wife of one of the judges won) I thought Rob's were executed perfectly and had the right texture and sauce, and of course his display was top-notch (milk, homemade (mine) bleu cheese dressing, and rubber gloves!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgln53eBQNxKZMCeqh-lnxNZNVXUjSTJAytkf00d552y1Yl4diAOak9m1MGh4DAa6Vwqcnxp1HKESjInJzH8JaP2rYTy7sB6tJ2rfck6TWvSlnnODCpTT91sWLuqLQAZdzl5TbuUciiWQ/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676750219535626866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgln53eBQNxKZMCeqh-lnxNZNVXUjSTJAytkf00d552y1Yl4diAOak9m1MGh4DAa6Vwqcnxp1HKESjInJzH8JaP2rYTy7sB6tJ2rfck6TWvSlnnODCpTT91sWLuqLQAZdzl5TbuUciiWQ/s400/004.JPG" /></a> Mondays at Brady's school means soccer. It's so nice to see Brady actually enjoying an organized sport (after many seasons of watching him sulk in the middle of the field or court).<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicE38yugIjIzln1OpoBJyE3dY3NEyKDMjzOGjvTZCyyrCGAovbT058ABbJXIvN6pa2WBGvAqTh2uZ_QGKme6Cso-hVBZbpRfvH9eFpd7QeBBNB9wUKcTpaU1spFAIjUaqf_yTKo9AadG4/s1600/014.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676750206777285570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicE38yugIjIzln1OpoBJyE3dY3NEyKDMjzOGjvTZCyyrCGAovbT058ABbJXIvN6pa2WBGvAqTh2uZ_QGKme6Cso-hVBZbpRfvH9eFpd7QeBBNB9wUKcTpaU1spFAIjUaqf_yTKo9AadG4/s400/014.PNG" /></a> Have you ever seen someones doppelganger? I've never seen mine, but we did spot my van's doppelganger driving down I-5 the other day, it was complete with the roof rack and white sticker; however both the sticker and the bike mount were on the opposite side as my van. Maybe it was my bizzaro van.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc_CPJyxHj_PUdGB6Y8HedwcumrxWTBHp0GxksoIhH-5iSqK2V86KcXyqd_4qRVvVttjAoGcjdwPWZ0MhJTcOZPUS4oPwoypS9MUOZtEX8VUJ0J-im3iq55qDAbb9hVM9YVifMLjwGWw/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676750199874165362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGc_CPJyxHj_PUdGB6Y8HedwcumrxWTBHp0GxksoIhH-5iSqK2V86KcXyqd_4qRVvVttjAoGcjdwPWZ0MhJTcOZPUS4oPwoypS9MUOZtEX8VUJ0J-im3iq55qDAbb9hVM9YVifMLjwGWw/s400/002.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-74172134106812719072011-11-10T19:33:00.000-08:002011-11-11T21:49:28.372-08:00Anatomy Lessons and other things...My local YMCA is having a fitness challenge for the month of November called Thankfully fit. For every 8 classes you take, you are entered for a drawing on Thanksgiving day for things like: a month's free membership, a massage, personal training session, and goody bags. Since I'm a sucker for winning stuff, I've been diligent about taking at least one class a day. <br />Thursday is usually my "off" day at the gym since there isn't a class during the time I normally exercise. But there is "Cardio Kickboxing" at another time, and I've heard good things about it so I decided to give it a try.<br />I show up and say hi to the faces I recognize and they immediately ask me if I've gone potty yet. <em>Um, excuse me?</em> My friend explains that Gael makes us jump a lot in this class, and since I'm among those in the class that have given birth a time or two... well maybe I'd like to make sure I use the restroom. So I take their advice and Gael nods at me on my way out like <em>she knows where I'm going and why</em>. <br />Now... Gael is this tiny little Scottish maniac of muscle and accent. I like her. But she has the ability to grind any notion that you are fit into dust. She makes us groan and whimper in spin class. And when you think you're hanging on and doing well, she takes it up a notch and lets you know you're nowhere near you should/could be. In a good way of course. I mean who can be upset when a Scot is yelling at you to "POOSH!" <br />Anyway, back to the story. I flubbed and stumbled and made a general ass of myself in Cardio Kickboxing. I had to be told that I needed to be punching and kicking in the same spot since I am supposed to be kicking and punching a <em>PERSON</em>, and it doesn't quite have the same effect if I'm punching and kicking the air around them. And then when she had us putting 4 moves in succession? Fuhgetaboutit. I lost it. I made the class laugh. I made Gael laugh. I confessed that I have rhythm but no coordination, add in a good case of chronic-imbalance and I'm hopeless. Gael said I did surprisingly well for the first class and that I should have it down in a few weeks. I don't know if I can sustain that much humiliation for weeks on end. And on the way out, my friend said "after my first kickboxing class, I couldn't move my arms or back" I told her I did so poorly, that I didn't think muscle soreness was going to be a concern. Oooh boy was I wrong.<br />Waking up with sore muscles makes you suddenly remember all that you learned in anatomy class. "oh my god my Trapezius hurts", "whoa nelly, my Latissimus Dorsi is spasming" "holy crap, it hurts every time I contract my Biceps Brachii" and of course who can forget Michael (at the tender age of 16) in our body building class in high school shouting out the question "what about the Dongus Majorus?" Only to do laps or some form of PE teacher punishment for asking such things...<br /><br />And no post is complete without pictures:<br /><br />Miss Makenzie hanging out with me while we watch Brady's soccer practice... I think I said her name and caught this shot as she turned to me "Hmmm?"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJhoyZhMVqGv86ZYXukZbLIKDzqWe807QiVMVSEaFfRgKJMaPNpXWU5woemwqpXfddZl_StPiqXBHOphkQC-ugnPvI1XVmw6oBZIlJCrxZqLN1fs892p9sCn-zE7ylhXQ9GH-q16VFCQ/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673577399235631858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoJhoyZhMVqGv86ZYXukZbLIKDzqWe807QiVMVSEaFfRgKJMaPNpXWU5woemwqpXfddZl_StPiqXBHOphkQC-ugnPvI1XVmw6oBZIlJCrxZqLN1fs892p9sCn-zE7ylhXQ9GH-q16VFCQ/s400/001.JPG" /></a> Brady got to tag along with Michael and Uncle Larry to Norpoint Shooting Center (friends of Mike's own it). He got to shoot a 22, a M4, and an AR15. I think he floated 6 inches above the ground for the rest of the weekend. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkr3MCIN3kcosPCdWrsXiM9i95f4OJ844xVC2vgj110QYkoFIyoYG8nK_McJXqAo2nl5GYixGJ6gmV121U8E7KgM6KsH74u9AkZHRgC_IRPhvyswqzwNXH4HTAQ6h8qLDtlh8m6-ls_M/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673577388783544626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIkr3MCIN3kcosPCdWrsXiM9i95f4OJ844xVC2vgj110QYkoFIyoYG8nK_McJXqAo2nl5GYixGJ6gmV121U8E7KgM6KsH74u9AkZHRgC_IRPhvyswqzwNXH4HTAQ6h8qLDtlh8m6-ls_M/s400/004.JPG" /></a> His souvenir from the gun range. He couldn't wait to hang it up in his room. I'm a little bummed that it doesn't really match the decor in his room, but it makes him happy to have a shot-up terrorist hanging on his wall so what can a mom do?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoEG1w8UmWVsTbDuUWRtIvzuELmbdtjMHgK9TE4vO81wIDrMMbbEH5ICSvxEMhcVfgH76-zU7wxvjpp-SCrIRSkWKaTcIN24WGYmz_FmydAnLF7IMr3mM3lURb2eg76Qupwgff8gFUuA/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673577381745995922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqoEG1w8UmWVsTbDuUWRtIvzuELmbdtjMHgK9TE4vO81wIDrMMbbEH5ICSvxEMhcVfgH76-zU7wxvjpp-SCrIRSkWKaTcIN24WGYmz_FmydAnLF7IMr3mM3lURb2eg76Qupwgff8gFUuA/s400/002.JPG" /></a> While the boys were at the range, Natalie and I got some rare one-on-one time which was sweet. In this picture, she put on Mike's glasses and said "mom, get a shot of this and send it to Mike". She thought this would really zing him (they have a tendency to tease each other and I think she saw this as an opportunity to get him). <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7SqjJTcg0VPc6qZZtV3Yy8F3t-cM38ObL9bUCoEqHdlY3Lj2_a9G9wgReGLi-vNsSn770BuEwJS_F5qzjtI355j8QxSXPSC8bFu4zDqxIBJILF3-bl8mUVfKUku5OhyphenhyphenMnzIUlTxjqOo/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673577375991893714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX7SqjJTcg0VPc6qZZtV3Yy8F3t-cM38ObL9bUCoEqHdlY3Lj2_a9G9wgReGLi-vNsSn770BuEwJS_F5qzjtI355j8QxSXPSC8bFu4zDqxIBJILF3-bl8mUVfKUku5OhyphenhyphenMnzIUlTxjqOo/s400/001.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-1913136507035287162011-11-07T19:11:00.000-08:002011-11-07T20:30:21.986-08:00Halloween cookies and scary things...I forgot to tell you what Pickles went as for Halloween:<br /><br />A Cat Burglar!<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0OP6RrbQKQFsU0iTkFHpP0YL16BS8apBKKvW5LV002fgg-3zaIIyFksrBctvBSxs9QXcbGdlsGU2foPNBhbLSGYb0eP4NEJV3rX4Vs9xMdZF20g4Uw_YWh-nfGaHLriZ_NUH7nz8BMA/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672461727262467026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha0OP6RrbQKQFsU0iTkFHpP0YL16BS8apBKKvW5LV002fgg-3zaIIyFksrBctvBSxs9QXcbGdlsGU2foPNBhbLSGYb0eP4NEJV3rX4Vs9xMdZF20g4Uw_YWh-nfGaHLriZ_NUH7nz8BMA/s400/008.JPG" /></a> Natalie's hair in the morning is a bit scary. She even had it washed, dryed, and brushed the night before. This is a 3 part process on how Natalie gets 'ceut'.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFH7rWzjCykmwzmFiKhCXsZWRO7B_e59ii87fuOz1lwH3D6_RMzIMCV0LgjgTRMrpvtYeIi3H9ZfpHh-NBZ4dlKNqWrAF4iZJgVvG1x6EpDZo8-Ci-gh-w2OF6gakVI71T8oPiiNf1_0/s1600/Nat%2527s+hair.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672461724981023298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZFH7rWzjCykmwzmFiKhCXsZWRO7B_e59ii87fuOz1lwH3D6_RMzIMCV0LgjgTRMrpvtYeIi3H9ZfpHh-NBZ4dlKNqWrAF4iZJgVvG1x6EpDZo8-Ci-gh-w2OF6gakVI71T8oPiiNf1_0/s400/Nat%2527s+hair.jpg" /></a> Crab curry, Crab rangoon, Crab salad, straight up crab...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgR9dzCLSmCGfLQk_4n1nv73T9ThN864Kc0jW8Rmu21wMUOAeY22nkFXMZpsn_heNdfPETdB13_XWkhKBP-W8bDuNBnV3ceHowHF_Mvo_mTP6YLH4XfCLp2gMz4urNDMMd2w1cfwhWGA/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672458785577941426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwgR9dzCLSmCGfLQk_4n1nv73T9ThN864Kc0jW8Rmu21wMUOAeY22nkFXMZpsn_heNdfPETdB13_XWkhKBP-W8bDuNBnV3ceHowHF_Mvo_mTP6YLH4XfCLp2gMz4urNDMMd2w1cfwhWGA/s400/012.JPG" /></a> My downfall: Sugar Cookies. They are the deveel. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79GlTCFTMlrjhOFTEyNG59UU9NEVTbOYUZ-4PZzLILiB9K4lzjdjsYKMNG3omsqjxePfLBweGsPHjpQ89JQOVo8p-upJSiSOSqXWgekn0b5ZXOJyztXO8KIpCY-6N2WUGMKzXy51g8jk/s1600/019.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672458780525367570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh79GlTCFTMlrjhOFTEyNG59UU9NEVTbOYUZ-4PZzLILiB9K4lzjdjsYKMNG3omsqjxePfLBweGsPHjpQ89JQOVo8p-upJSiSOSqXWgekn0b5ZXOJyztXO8KIpCY-6N2WUGMKzXy51g8jk/s400/019.JPG" /></a> All of them... gone.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_GGH2fh9Coq1wp5-KUa86QyMvikspFDZ1WJxZCKXbgFg6_C6PS1yC7jPr4i0lvt_5Vk-jbLa4oxsg6FRVCFaVxRf2pERuHHWI6Elt5u2GXDsM2-C1-6vygoEW4mahAFAU53f9dD2vWI/s1600/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672458772379698802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ_GGH2fh9Coq1wp5-KUa86QyMvikspFDZ1WJxZCKXbgFg6_C6PS1yC7jPr4i0lvt_5Vk-jbLa4oxsg6FRVCFaVxRf2pERuHHWI6Elt5u2GXDsM2-C1-6vygoEW4mahAFAU53f9dD2vWI/s400/020.JPG" /></a> Michael wrote a letter to Pillsbury for this atrocity. I made my sugar cookie dough and Michael scoffed at how I didn't make enough (I used 5 cups of flour!!) so I stopped at the store and picked up 2 tubes of sugar cookie dough WITH A PICTURE OF PERFECTLY DEFINED SNOWFLAKES iced on the tube.</p><br /><p>My cat.</p><br /><p>Pillsbury's cat.<br /></p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKOBXt2pzSkRVdPFr4stWU7X6EM5XETCeueDQK7Bw1z_H1z4xOeM-2CuHKbrTG3LX99XxBTC0AxNX0Lr8rtT1tdFSj1ROkRGbAijP4N2Sd49vqoJqpI91CDBEtl5-5tb5_zrvGSGAPD4/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672458763766063282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKOBXt2pzSkRVdPFr4stWU7X6EM5XETCeueDQK7Bw1z_H1z4xOeM-2CuHKbrTG3LX99XxBTC0AxNX0Lr8rtT1tdFSj1ROkRGbAijP4N2Sd49vqoJqpI91CDBEtl5-5tb5_zrvGSGAPD4/s400/014.JPG" /></a> My bat.</p><br /><p>Pillsbury's bat.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm83BDNr9LKuc15lWCnhyJ54ymQga4uqJXu44B2THkNtRu6RcdnMJsYT_4a5SR-YPB3AkYI0EoAAZQTTWJkuHWnK66Dv8WTJjBluvPhQE3Y6YHwWyoFWbuNButli276tLgI5zYM46m10/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672458759986093842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXm83BDNr9LKuc15lWCnhyJ54ymQga4uqJXu44B2THkNtRu6RcdnMJsYT_4a5SR-YPB3AkYI0EoAAZQTTWJkuHWnK66Dv8WTJjBluvPhQE3Y6YHwWyoFWbuNButli276tLgI5zYM46m10/s400/013.JPG" /></a> We're getting coupons for more tubes of goo thanks to Michaels letter writing campaign.</p>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-76934252962794780612011-11-01T16:01:00.000-07:002011-11-02T07:21:48.920-07:00JackThe jack -o'lantern chuckled<br />Then winked his funny eye,<br />"I would rather be a pumpkin-face<br />Than be inside a pie!"<br /><br /><br />The girls helped gut their pumpkins and that was about the extent of their involvement in creating their jack o'lanterns (besides the occasional "is it supposed to look that way?" "are you sure you're doing it right?")<br />Brady on the other hand, felt that he is old enough to design and carve his pumpkin start to finish. And I have to say I'm quite impressed with his knive-wielding skills.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UHgL5URO27E_WjLy74uv9CibsPQ5pN0NGiimxykljspBd0uBaxjIQ63pVL8r2D_rbL-JEOqs44NHN9_5W3NT9AbLDe97MXCKQA8fU2Gbv1XSJeZB9je-SO-J5x3f37dkSL2cV4ZaRWM/s1600/kidpumpkins.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670182134937163346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UHgL5URO27E_WjLy74uv9CibsPQ5pN0NGiimxykljspBd0uBaxjIQ63pVL8r2D_rbL-JEOqs44NHN9_5W3NT9AbLDe97MXCKQA8fU2Gbv1XSJeZB9je-SO-J5x3f37dkSL2cV4ZaRWM/s400/kidpumpkins.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I always go for simple yet recognizeable, and this year I kind of missed the mark on the latter... I was going for Jack Skellington. I probably should have used a ghost pumpkin, but those white ones are a bitch to carve. Mike' pumpkin was a huge hit, cute and funny at the same time. He even got Tink and Pickles on there (Pickles, btw loves pumpkin. He went like catnip-crazy over it and gobbled it up!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjg3iCuQniX4rDS7IFwX4TWdHB6rBedghO7eSes1hOXlFVpHxTsXj4oP3nepqMN-eM-KOTiLKRefxf1OJdAPHwwRwWZCE7wEKI_eJhPdx2oXbtSlRjDk-EwGobRQQh3VthSBKsC4Fvk0/s1600/mhpumpkin.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670182126864500706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjg3iCuQniX4rDS7IFwX4TWdHB6rBedghO7eSes1hOXlFVpHxTsXj4oP3nepqMN-eM-KOTiLKRefxf1OJdAPHwwRwWZCE7wEKI_eJhPdx2oXbtSlRjDk-EwGobRQQh3VthSBKsC4Fvk0/s400/mhpumpkin.jpg" /></a> I had already sent the kids to bathe and wash the pumpkin guts off when I decided they should pose with their Jack O'lanterns... hence the drowned rat look on the girls...<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qtrgelIZu6NOtKeQ4_v75v6HcDDDoeWvXfliR-kHwFw_DCHzZxoRzm6KZLqUWpigzqD95rWUE3HLD3zc8GQVsNXj1F1p4Fom2n9rnqyPjjeMWG-yBXngR2-oZxi_IUfrUPlttmWiseU/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169233068021826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0qtrgelIZu6NOtKeQ4_v75v6HcDDDoeWvXfliR-kHwFw_DCHzZxoRzm6KZLqUWpigzqD95rWUE3HLD3zc8GQVsNXj1F1p4Fom2n9rnqyPjjeMWG-yBXngR2-oZxi_IUfrUPlttmWiseU/s400/016.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPxQVKm29KrFs8FETwgl8Kt8MM8ZhUZevyUyhfirXwZ4jXhU8BFW21UmI1WRfqd0VQhY188fZIXRi839le6ApBcSCt-PUMGe0FXS_negW6Gdc6MAM0QpKyilEW8sdAVk3sI-nFRod23c/s1600/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169225293787522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPxQVKm29KrFs8FETwgl8Kt8MM8ZhUZevyUyhfirXwZ4jXhU8BFW21UmI1WRfqd0VQhY188fZIXRi839le6ApBcSCt-PUMGe0FXS_negW6Gdc6MAM0QpKyilEW8sdAVk3sI-nFRod23c/s400/017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHvUNsMIwWjvZmOJ4O6bEOnJE4keUxiCONa7vAyF85G4aca2giIqnfmev8aUGYceMTkNUHLSFvB2Kn6xhe0S5bSz29IYwG6wXmy9h_VqFdBav7DzjnISnq0XbK5PtS0_C2Jn_PVsV1fQ/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169198649028402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYHvUNsMIwWjvZmOJ4O6bEOnJE4keUxiCONa7vAyF85G4aca2giIqnfmev8aUGYceMTkNUHLSFvB2Kn6xhe0S5bSz29IYwG6wXmy9h_VqFdBav7DzjnISnq0XbK5PtS0_C2Jn_PVsV1fQ/s400/001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_q78lpOYOAJ-F2kg_jPZcQCy8ORlx_2-3VNUTqA5L7JyoEVI4KPHoRs9aX6QkCOg0bUTNNZvCmhBsVTvVhvPOIeLDewaa64Ih8_kZc42GdFEBbShPE5dRkpY6tV_A-loHDDMbot1eM4/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169194442400866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_q78lpOYOAJ-F2kg_jPZcQCy8ORlx_2-3VNUTqA5L7JyoEVI4KPHoRs9aX6QkCOg0bUTNNZvCmhBsVTvVhvPOIeLDewaa64Ih8_kZc42GdFEBbShPE5dRkpY6tV_A-loHDDMbot1eM4/s400/013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7HDXwIJze53NOMET87jfXsXTPo9l1Ib-NSwBhUmMgXUu2d7-Be8NRz9bjO_Z51lOByQPgZELGX79OW1W3a_NyqLZ_ffJHFilS3vD4PQzXPlTl6YydzHFOpu_Q9BnUZcUwurw1-nvYK0/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670169189411624978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ7HDXwIJze53NOMET87jfXsXTPo9l1Ib-NSwBhUmMgXUu2d7-Be8NRz9bjO_Z51lOByQPgZELGX79OW1W3a_NyqLZ_ffJHFilS3vD4PQzXPlTl6YydzHFOpu_Q9BnUZcUwurw1-nvYK0/s400/004.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-33156138049875719182011-10-30T13:26:00.000-07:002011-10-30T14:30:19.664-07:00Hard to admitI found a quote that pretty much sums up why I love to do races:<br /><em><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The difference between a goal and a dream is a deadline. -Steve Smith</span></em><br />If I leave it up to me, I'll probably never find the time to do it. But if I have a date in the future that I need to be prepared for, I'll work towards it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I was struggling with all the positive affirmations people were showering on me recently. Calling me inspirational 'n stuff. I don't get it. I mean I'm thrilled that people can look at me and say to themselves "if she can do it, I can do it" because I know it's possible for them too. And if seeing me and knowing my story helps them believe it to be true for them too, then fine, I'm an inspiration. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>When we ran the Bellingham 1/2 marathon there was a man that was not "built like a runner" not unlike myself or Michael. Now Michael is athletically gifted and driven and has the ability to run a 2 hour 1/2 marathon. I, however, am not so gifted and every mile is a slow struggle for me. But it's OK, because I'm proud that I'm out there doing it, and I cross the same finish line as those who can run it in half the time. But this man was kind of "hanging" with us. Then he told Michael that he wouldn't be where he was if it wasn't for us. We were his inspiration. He was clinging to us as his own drive to finish, and finish stronger than he ever had before. We high fived each other and cheered each other to the finish line. And although it wasn't a PR for me (and poor Mike yo-yo'ed back and forth running ahead then coming back for me) we helped someone PR that day. And that's good enough for me.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Now... I also have been bad about running lately. I just lost my mojo. But I have been attending group exercise classes several times a week. And they're fun and I'm making friends or at least feeling like I'm a member of my new community. One of the classes is called 'Cycle-Yo!" and it's 30 minutes of spin class and 30 minutes of yoga. I am by far the heaviest member of all the classes, but it never really interfered with my workout until Friday. We were in a particular yoga pose (I usually do the basics only due to my lack of balance) but this position I found that I was flexible enough to try for a more advanced pose. Except I couldn't get my leg to stay in place to complete the pose... because my fat middle wouldn't let me bend any further. So every time I tried to bend more, my leg would squish out of position and the instructor would look at me with disappointment (because I know she is obsessed with form over whether or not one can do the most advanced pose) and so I had to tell her "I'm too fat to do the pose." Then I tried to not cry for the rest of class. Even Savasana sucked, and it's usually the whole reason I even do yoga. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRsfP_MJ1B1tpVwRDpRgcCFRL9rpgb-2wWiqg0oS2aBi8OB8pLSC1W7qN-uRw9eHilBCh9WyZfWhwnEOSYf_556iLkpgdzSFHXmebejWZkl4LCNWmHYxQzeOOWqOqlBg-qEryqPlgMzM/s1600/yoga.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669393857279889986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuRsfP_MJ1B1tpVwRDpRgcCFRL9rpgb-2wWiqg0oS2aBi8OB8pLSC1W7qN-uRw9eHilBCh9WyZfWhwnEOSYf_556iLkpgdzSFHXmebejWZkl4LCNWmHYxQzeOOWqOqlBg-qEryqPlgMzM/s400/yoga.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So... I'm going to fix it. After the Halloween sugar cookies are gone :)</div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-40148971745749148172011-10-29T20:52:00.000-07:002011-10-29T21:48:10.511-07:00Pumpin Pickin<div>Woop, two posts in two days! I'm only 2 weeks behind on my blog now...<br /><br />We went to The Farm at Swans Trail a couple of weeks ago and we had a blast! The weather was perfect, the hand-dipped corn dogs were delish, the duck races were hilarious, the corn maze was fun (and mildly educational), and our pumpkins are perfect.<br /><br />The Washington state corn maze: we entered in Spokane and exited in Grey's Harbor.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCBvEkV_3GQfGS6LPfKwNKw_dNJt8jrJtnnRDkysCBx61QHp0bIfRAG0ZDxwtjYyGXWnNorQJLYQR6HCKTwvTOrK1gq2VH-bzg804vcd6MWiF_GKNobQP4G1b_oq-wkMy9R2NmeKpMbk/s1600/farm01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669133050760510786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvCBvEkV_3GQfGS6LPfKwNKw_dNJt8jrJtnnRDkysCBx61QHp0bIfRAG0ZDxwtjYyGXWnNorQJLYQR6HCKTwvTOrK1gq2VH-bzg804vcd6MWiF_GKNobQP4G1b_oq-wkMy9R2NmeKpMbk/s400/farm01.jpg" /></a> Mike helped me scratch an item off my bucket list: We made out like teenagers (for the 2 seconds before the kids caught us) in a corn field. Us islanders didn't have dark corn mazes to roam and flirt in... we had "the clear cuts" and "maple point". I have yet to make out with Mike at either of those places either...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHppWSs6HTN6kJG-3LCSPIf69Wdzl03dOnm5QQnN7YCWuOU_zK0lng28e0oUzFCB0zvmQJUwqO0SBA9fkXDQmuUpXcm0s2MqTxLQkl6aaBpc1cvZtbwxe7t78oyf0ePbXruMuONX3p_E/s1600/014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669131272772317058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOHppWSs6HTN6kJG-3LCSPIf69Wdzl03dOnm5QQnN7YCWuOU_zK0lng28e0oUzFCB0zvmQJUwqO0SBA9fkXDQmuUpXcm0s2MqTxLQkl6aaBpc1cvZtbwxe7t78oyf0ePbXruMuONX3p_E/s400/014.JPG" /></a> I believe we were on "I-90" heading East.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MfpaQhB6JXJ-x0-YzLtUjaw8tBzOVZB2McJ-LC_aLEr78LoPwlj0CrZ4rJjA6BKJO_A518sBALMNm92qkmmc1ivZPX-DSj6xBdrQMVUqbrgp2a0TarhkP70IIl4JqclWPVBi-5eZUFI/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669131268873330162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2MfpaQhB6JXJ-x0-YzLtUjaw8tBzOVZB2McJ-LC_aLEr78LoPwlj0CrZ4rJjA6BKJO_A518sBALMNm92qkmmc1ivZPX-DSj6xBdrQMVUqbrgp2a0TarhkP70IIl4JqclWPVBi-5eZUFI/s400/009.JPG" /></a> Brady in one of his finer big brother moments: helping his sisters up the hay rolls.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13TNNYa4O2d_bY_QFKuPVCOAcRxDIF5bzpQlMr8Q_qBpVLBTZckWTeZfbtCmed2qhhLf3rBrPS2w4JkKvcC4YQbfEFSKLnHnbEqRrEGFi7UB6rjAXIEGMg-XZvqrrdq0ODNojdyp3poc/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669131267580823554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13TNNYa4O2d_bY_QFKuPVCOAcRxDIF5bzpQlMr8Q_qBpVLBTZckWTeZfbtCmed2qhhLf3rBrPS2w4JkKvcC4YQbfEFSKLnHnbEqRrEGFi7UB6rjAXIEGMg-XZvqrrdq0ODNojdyp3poc/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" /></a> The Farm had a litter of barn kittens for the kids to hold and love. You'd think the girls had not ever had a kitten in their arms before (umm... Pickles???) the way they gushed over the sleeping kitties.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwWsdQZUPoJ1NKzvn47hHWoycGEVZFY3S7Bxfkhy6D6UbEoswU30TJTOnof4DzX4-vw-X4MNh2VO55y8bdhlKP328TbYQ0zUU1cW8MxgsIu5evN6409ica9OgnYIZfJR6f4JraePvJzI/s1600/044.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669131253883249938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTwWsdQZUPoJ1NKzvn47hHWoycGEVZFY3S7Bxfkhy6D6UbEoswU30TJTOnof4DzX4-vw-X4MNh2VO55y8bdhlKP328TbYQ0zUU1cW8MxgsIu5evN6409ica9OgnYIZfJR6f4JraePvJzI/s400/044.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoRgUJTTrPcmSkHu5MRO17rOxqEAwd-PsL8gjasOAyD97GlI-QsDhRQ-zJF2U1igdNx5nM98DszU78FWQdu4tgiwsiKt3MWSJKENbNFpuxy-tJMvKoPEBJ0qxT7eq-3mE_5DDRwuaa_E/s1600/027.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669141538042152562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxoRgUJTTrPcmSkHu5MRO17rOxqEAwd-PsL8gjasOAyD97GlI-QsDhRQ-zJF2U1igdNx5nM98DszU78FWQdu4tgiwsiKt3MWSJKENbNFpuxy-tJMvKoPEBJ0qxT7eq-3mE_5DDRwuaa_E/s400/027.JPG" /></a><br />Brady sitting on his pumpkin throne...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqWP4jNI4TxaJwW-82Xv8IdxkFsA2IgmsGXUIo1fJ7jP605IexCrdWxIX3Z3mgX31i-1vreCal0DbnTKrTwFP2zNI12aGxtjTPwxnwNFjiNvsx6dXbHbfq7eDyRAMwcSEAc3MLKXnJ3M/s1600/043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669131249393293378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWqWP4jNI4TxaJwW-82Xv8IdxkFsA2IgmsGXUIo1fJ7jP605IexCrdWxIX3Z3mgX31i-1vreCal0DbnTKrTwFP2zNI12aGxtjTPwxnwNFjiNvsx6dXbHbfq7eDyRAMwcSEAc3MLKXnJ3M/s400/043.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipp__I4hZctjIjve6WZ9nmzoa2nk563uq3tNmJXA88GoUKqrAF10DGpU6oQlLatCJNYmWIpGbHdHpJAzA7JeuBEqxNudnIBD86G-tlIAu3l-z9MC3uNGjdsjCYJPPXhMiSNX5Mn3aIs0U/s1600/028.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669141548427284626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipp__I4hZctjIjve6WZ9nmzoa2nk563uq3tNmJXA88GoUKqrAF10DGpU6oQlLatCJNYmWIpGbHdHpJAzA7JeuBEqxNudnIBD86G-tlIAu3l-z9MC3uNGjdsjCYJPPXhMiSNX5Mn3aIs0U/s400/028.JPG" /></a></div></div>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-91861021512773955572011-10-27T18:53:00.000-07:002011-10-27T20:00:18.608-07:00NinerI just got a ass-chewing from both my boyfriend and best friend about my lackluster blogging lately. And I can count on those two to give it to me straight, so I guess I better shape up. In my defense, blogger hasn't been overly user-friendly lately, and I don't think I've had a comment posted on my blog in months, which is a little discouraging as well. So if you're reading this, let me know! I perform much better with some peer pressure!<br /><br /><br />Erin and I had planned a triple birthday party at the Lynnwood Parks & Rec pool. They recently renovated it and added a mini-indoor water park and it is awesome! Unfortunately, several kids got ill (including Christian, one of the birthday boys!) and had to miss the party. It was an even bigger shame that our entire guest list couldn't make it when we showed up and discovered we had the whole water park to ourselves! The ones who were able to make it were not disappointed: 2 water slides; a lazy river complete with rapids and a whirlpool; water cannons; a gigantic bucket that fills with water and sends a tidal wave down on top of the kids; a submerged playground for the tots; and a hot tub for the adults (that is still kid friendly).<br /><br />But before we got wet, we headed down to the port to say hi to Mike and "help" him move a crane. I love that he can expose the kids to these unique experiences, so many places are so rigid in their liability concerns that kids can't get in there and actually put their hands on what interests them. I think that children retain so much more when they are interested and can put what they're learning into real action. Brady can read about and hear Mike talk about all the heavy equipment and get excited, but when he can put his hands on a crane or a forklift, it all clicks. Then consequent conversations and books are so much more relevant to him. Michael's job is so cool!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7u9XfJuT4SqbGuYGKQPf_fu58MKO0fcbp9COQMBMyeGuTG5ziJCdPEh9taUw11c_OxNTVpShXiGqq6hlNZ4uZsEqkJzyCzXec85DA_GgniZVjblt0DfSkQjHVirVzfM3Wox4e0xDD48U/s1600/007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668360025470959074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7u9XfJuT4SqbGuYGKQPf_fu58MKO0fcbp9COQMBMyeGuTG5ziJCdPEh9taUw11c_OxNTVpShXiGqq6hlNZ4uZsEqkJzyCzXec85DA_GgniZVjblt0DfSkQjHVirVzfM3Wox4e0xDD48U/s400/007.JPG" /></a> Daddy's co-pilot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4zvRxBGbxiBtPDpAVWFVU-3VNUZE6DhdlKujRJ35X8bRfTYWevSBF-zUSyFb8INTUdOHRYa0HVwFHnZDyQH75ieaCU1mstNrjKxfjRmqGN4r5t7rc4Tns-dXExj-36N4ZCwmIhY-nvs/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668360015580710962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn4zvRxBGbxiBtPDpAVWFVU-3VNUZE6DhdlKujRJ35X8bRfTYWevSBF-zUSyFb8INTUdOHRYa0HVwFHnZDyQH75ieaCU1mstNrjKxfjRmqGN4r5t7rc4Tns-dXExj-36N4ZCwmIhY-nvs/s400/016.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIIsAoQO-WxXtIe-u1CgloGVmO2cbScv_Ikw66ArxykHmXwbiQnSCPE7PunUe2hNks4o7pWS6y3fS221EHa_bnw2dRw7ayCsqaZJAR6i8lb-Ievo1AXyDdUeWWZfHwTJ0rekbhRGyQS4/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668360007628465314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieIIsAoQO-WxXtIe-u1CgloGVmO2cbScv_Ikw66ArxykHmXwbiQnSCPE7PunUe2hNks4o7pWS6y3fS221EHa_bnw2dRw7ayCsqaZJAR6i8lb-Ievo1AXyDdUeWWZfHwTJ0rekbhRGyQS4/s400/013.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-9X0_bmc0Blk4TUumePu_WPZ899YOPQnvOxqi6ugO1ji261u7uQM642GBIgNFyBQnhOKpNneb2I92cm3GwCrlrX6rHO2n1toOkgnLhWSJgd1aKbnuJ0IShvPgAS0yZtAhM9ueF8qsjc/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668360000641181858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc-9X0_bmc0Blk4TUumePu_WPZ899YOPQnvOxqi6ugO1ji261u7uQM642GBIgNFyBQnhOKpNneb2I92cm3GwCrlrX6rHO2n1toOkgnLhWSJgd1aKbnuJ0IShvPgAS0yZtAhM9ueF8qsjc/s400/012.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X47t1fYsJZ-CKQAS5jrQCzq0zP9nCI7y979j0hzvXwNPle3Mmrqmjka3gAOJaW7PxM5NdaJi_M-spMXXFX9YhiWm9tgH9R2V-iqAJnY93G6hrE_65Y0o-bffvxcomISDdWexTgEWUIE/s1600/038.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668359997813074914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-X47t1fYsJZ-CKQAS5jrQCzq0zP9nCI7y979j0hzvXwNPle3Mmrqmjka3gAOJaW7PxM5NdaJi_M-spMXXFX9YhiWm9tgH9R2V-iqAJnY93G6hrE_65Y0o-bffvxcomISDdWexTgEWUIE/s400/038.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-25983476036578508072011-10-13T08:50:00.000-07:002011-10-13T09:04:57.724-07:00CrispI think "<em>crisp</em>" is an excellent word to describe the beautiful fall day we're having today...The suns out but I still need a cozy sweater, it's like the perfect balance of weather. <br /><br />I went grocery shopping the other day and noticed that they had these disgusting looking chocolate covered marshmallows on sale and thought "the kids will flip for these". So I picked up 3 and after I had them bring in the recycling bins and help me unload the groceries from the car I gave them their treat. And they flipped! But halfway through hers, Natalie asked if she could throw it away because she was "getting a bit of a sugar rush". <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrFIAfnI0mUHYrkivGZYml5KEpNtu0Hndh6LfxnJDSBvEGzCmAd1S9-X-__4ACMxr23C_oR2BytLs4tJ3JcFPcg_Smnu-kS1WYzQyXYkOs7DIJVeTi5twvJvhWUZGaBU5TAhZO2SoPA4/s1600/005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663005901280314882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhrFIAfnI0mUHYrkivGZYml5KEpNtu0Hndh6LfxnJDSBvEGzCmAd1S9-X-__4ACMxr23C_oR2BytLs4tJ3JcFPcg_Smnu-kS1WYzQyXYkOs7DIJVeTi5twvJvhWUZGaBU5TAhZO2SoPA4/s400/005.JPG" /></a>There are about 13 women in my book club, but somehow the only pictures I have from the evening is alcohol:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZ3oylTDn2AYWjvqvbMMlMb1uivdudyLc3S58OpJK04fylSU0QHehwUe3Nsge8xXft6fIY6jGoGpAMzM6sgeaxcrb6i9G4NNsqkhqQ6GxKg7qMvi9dD_q4Mx-D5_dInVtI3OJSFQeNKc/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663005895672587298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZ3oylTDn2AYWjvqvbMMlMb1uivdudyLc3S58OpJK04fylSU0QHehwUe3Nsge8xXft6fIY6jGoGpAMzM6sgeaxcrb6i9G4NNsqkhqQ6GxKg7qMvi9dD_q4Mx-D5_dInVtI3OJSFQeNKc/s400/003.JPG" /></a> And caramel testicles. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmRevAmC4ELN0BWspNv31E7GrN1c374C28vRzzc0VUVj05be4d-ASMaDNYXa336CnTEFwwiC9unUSKzdvuIljO91D9jfUTrw5NyiZhflXedJXev6P2YkqAy7JMb5WPQR7F14BfkOYW-Y/s1600/001.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663005891679763266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXmRevAmC4ELN0BWspNv31E7GrN1c374C28vRzzc0VUVj05be4d-ASMaDNYXa336CnTEFwwiC9unUSKzdvuIljO91D9jfUTrw5NyiZhflXedJXev6P2YkqAy7JMb5WPQR7F14BfkOYW-Y/s400/001.JPG" /></a> We have a ACE hardware just down the hill from us and we love it for our weekend projects. Michael had me down there 3 times this weekend for different parts and pieces for various projects and by the end of the day, I considered this little fella my friend. I named him "Pimp my Pooch"<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcCLQyyR39YCWovqhu3o9qInF6wr0Flf9GSpNjAwjQ5o3GyaS334QANqdLC0_2-HxmaRt9Ls48F4We3VzrhI54ogaWk4ptpUbhsedj__NJl7NAsUG09NihCm_e7bAFn-u8VueEzj6YQw/s1600/002.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663005883672975442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjcCLQyyR39YCWovqhu3o9qInF6wr0Flf9GSpNjAwjQ5o3GyaS334QANqdLC0_2-HxmaRt9Ls48F4We3VzrhI54ogaWk4ptpUbhsedj__NJl7NAsUG09NihCm_e7bAFn-u8VueEzj6YQw/s400/002.PNG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-45280820193956622872011-10-10T20:34:00.000-07:002011-10-10T21:17:33.721-07:00Hell Run and Love Birds<div>Man I have a lot of catching up to do! I'm over a week behind in my blogging but I'm trying to get caught up and have been struggling with organizing my feelings over all this positive energy and affirmations and blessings that seem to have been coming my way recently... So in the mean time I'll stick to the easy stuff and blog about what we've been <em>doing </em>which is so much easier to write about versus blogging about what I've been <em>feeling.</em></div><br /><br /><div>On the 1st we ran in the <em>Hell Run</em>. It was on the 'pretty good' of the mud runs we've done over the last year. We slogged through mud, we hurdled walls, we crawled under barbed wire...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2eCXXjE_3p005UDismbQD6vU63UW2-K7lLCgo8zVbuGJqJO6_29LyWw7rqm8zRCfzRzkhCm98uhvDieNZmgwLTwpbRXukYY7ktKG7ltLBP_WYk1FhNajhPqQZbKUW5X57HRUEn1TyLQ/s1600/002.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074935620558370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH2eCXXjE_3p005UDismbQD6vU63UW2-K7lLCgo8zVbuGJqJO6_29LyWw7rqm8zRCfzRzkhCm98uhvDieNZmgwLTwpbRXukYY7ktKG7ltLBP_WYk1FhNajhPqQZbKUW5X57HRUEn1TyLQ/s400/002.PNG" /></a> ... and we lept over fire!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZwX18xxX3Tkto3s2xIyujULPWmt9PvgvN2IWRdcgJGiObJ3GtWxjUjPA8BeI4MmJC52czvRXVmBEFteDHiq-Fkj6ezLGhp6IaRnz90bhAAS5cql0C2H1zgZpOAW989M0zdf18BZU-1Q/s1600/004.PNG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074859211043314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZwX18xxX3Tkto3s2xIyujULPWmt9PvgvN2IWRdcgJGiObJ3GtWxjUjPA8BeI4MmJC52czvRXVmBEFteDHiq-Fkj6ezLGhp6IaRnz90bhAAS5cql0C2H1zgZpOAW989M0zdf18BZU-1Q/s400/004.PNG" /></a> And I froze my tuckus off while waiting for some friends to finish!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrT7VtLFdi36k-SMMlOS_YHue3qU0xlpmQq2BSbl5hnxn-RZRv4v6YJi7X5eeRtRRgZvGDEaMQQNTOZauaV9husp8mo8KqZKmQ_HMXHZU00187lpRWtwvyKU18IN2dOZQY73dZPL2aTVY/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074844838324418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrT7VtLFdi36k-SMMlOS_YHue3qU0xlpmQq2BSbl5hnxn-RZRv4v6YJi7X5eeRtRRgZvGDEaMQQNTOZauaV9husp8mo8KqZKmQ_HMXHZU00187lpRWtwvyKU18IN2dOZQY73dZPL2aTVY/s400/002.JPG" /></a> You may ask why we do such things? For the free coupon on our bib that entitles us to a couple of cold ones. Who cares that it's 10:30 in the morning and it's 50 degrees and raining? It's beer and it's free! And all those poor souls that paid the entry fee but are not yet 21? Yep, we snatched all their free beer stubs too.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjcQWvyR3euBMTjFIhMLGya6EGJE9Og82UL1APgS8RrRJVUL7QX0WJe7sRLXtAqb62_BuddrXW2XLTZ0EFYwXZxs7cF8758mNgIW-SjEBusSnFC9hUD1FoitHb9G6q9Vg1ooVkgM47hs/s1600/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074838728028370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjcQWvyR3euBMTjFIhMLGya6EGJE9Og82UL1APgS8RrRJVUL7QX0WJe7sRLXtAqb62_BuddrXW2XLTZ0EFYwXZxs7cF8758mNgIW-SjEBusSnFC9hUD1FoitHb9G6q9Vg1ooVkgM47hs/s400/004.JPG" /></a> Mikes best friend Rob and his beautiful wife Tracy (Mongo and Morti to the derby world) celebrated their 10th wedding anniversary. Tracy wore her wedding dress all night and they had a Hawaiian theme not unlike their reception all those years ago. I met lots of their friends and family and reunited with some old acquaintances, it was a fun night. I had the pleasure of meeting Paul, a long time friend of Rob's. He lives in Toronto, so the first thing Mike says to Paul is "Heather doesn't like Canadians." Which isn't entirely true. But if you've driven or shopped in Bellingham, you know my plight. But we had a good laugh over it. Or he at least let me off the hook. Paul's mother was given a medication while she was pregnant with Paul which resulted in him being born without limbs. He is a remarkable man. And of course now we're friends on Facebook (along with 3 or 4 more people I met at the party... the inevitable "hey are you on facebook? Me too!")<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VGGpxOpz0CSYXfxIlalBVv7Sl2KaUDYwDGlwfBOUQgDVwRhB6RnT2z-e327gEte9dva0IWFeduR2-zxwunX6RI2z0V8oiheNjtTMoaHODFRM9dLk8Yg7-8yOU9SdZcjYh1ss-ytgDOg/s1600/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074825868565330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5VGGpxOpz0CSYXfxIlalBVv7Sl2KaUDYwDGlwfBOUQgDVwRhB6RnT2z-e327gEte9dva0IWFeduR2-zxwunX6RI2z0V8oiheNjtTMoaHODFRM9dLk8Yg7-8yOU9SdZcjYh1ss-ytgDOg/s400/011.JPG" /></a> The lovely couple. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4av0x60mkcXW108p4JehhlliIKvj4mS0XiaxuDiVHxl_kVTxTdND9UKIk4bcGR2_-Ivtq3oKMpuMksQeTiuv74W0xSzX7uWiVvPHb6UcLWjoH74dErVdz1_WhYxfC1i3KiNfPxis56A/s1600/robandtracy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662082881578370306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhH4av0x60mkcXW108p4JehhlliIKvj4mS0XiaxuDiVHxl_kVTxTdND9UKIk4bcGR2_-Ivtq3oKMpuMksQeTiuv74W0xSzX7uWiVvPHb6UcLWjoH74dErVdz1_WhYxfC1i3KiNfPxis56A/s400/robandtracy.jpg" /></a> And there's a viral-kinda photo thing on the interweb where people take a photo from many years ago and recreate it. So when Rob and Mike wore the same shirts that they wore 10 years ago, I decided to jump on the bandwagon and make a 'then and now' photo of my own. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjoUoyAPVeXAXMw7E34gwSfGPbwzc_FcYN8k_J9N6Rmf5SjI7DL9ZbHeY7FJqrpcFM6xONHuRqUGVD7MWuXEd-dFMGiShdIuXzqaYhKgQ0jrahey6Z9PZtCwp8xU-Im5ztd2HLwNbusc/s1600/nowandthenrobandmike.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662074817779740930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjoUoyAPVeXAXMw7E34gwSfGPbwzc_FcYN8k_J9N6Rmf5SjI7DL9ZbHeY7FJqrpcFM6xONHuRqUGVD7MWuXEd-dFMGiShdIuXzqaYhKgQ0jrahey6Z9PZtCwp8xU-Im5ztd2HLwNbusc/s400/nowandthenrobandmike.jpg" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1289942137337954374.post-24999578650477013232011-10-06T21:07:00.000-07:002011-10-06T21:21:49.093-07:00Being 9I've been a little light in the paparazzi game, so here's what I came up with last week:<br /><br />Tweedle Dee? <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_BXHLefVqWRgTPGpbjsNAW_elGzwv5KZj76NXaHKFQmxUD8CuTpcewc3jnt7He6uKilnxRHpaUfL6IZfs8xKWVOKK9IS-7A6iXz5VR89zV9_0Ha86KWaBDHMZc3Dbs_49FM8ivUj-fk/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660597985090459538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_BXHLefVqWRgTPGpbjsNAW_elGzwv5KZj76NXaHKFQmxUD8CuTpcewc3jnt7He6uKilnxRHpaUfL6IZfs8xKWVOKK9IS-7A6iXz5VR89zV9_0Ha86KWaBDHMZc3Dbs_49FM8ivUj-fk/s400/002.JPG" /></a> He picked the one with the pink frosting.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixYnuucSmmMNgwat5N5h0VGNPGgAbAQed9wFV2eD6f_Jc6U-3q0gBbw1rpMs6jUZ7gaOT_5uFlNZzvEK4rko_4a_gP9cdz9EfkSn4AT9UM-y2YVD5q5TyH0qlfhu3Cx-CtD6PoTja-d0/s1600/009.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660597983329657986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhixYnuucSmmMNgwat5N5h0VGNPGgAbAQed9wFV2eD6f_Jc6U-3q0gBbw1rpMs6jUZ7gaOT_5uFlNZzvEK4rko_4a_gP9cdz9EfkSn4AT9UM-y2YVD5q5TyH0qlfhu3Cx-CtD6PoTja-d0/s400/009.JPG" /></a> After school birthday snack from Simply Sweet cupcakes in Snohomish.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPB25xcen0cTzGfI2zQdd3kblMmXm1JbMNqoasWz66FeDUYZHrunEYW5PD6zD524qBAQPccVrpyWTyI0Ll-CrNLlNjelsl3_qTdKS_-8x7L4w8JKEBMHSXotwDvxPAn-N4g4oo3O48A4/s1600/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660597972871757442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggPB25xcen0cTzGfI2zQdd3kblMmXm1JbMNqoasWz66FeDUYZHrunEYW5PD6zD524qBAQPccVrpyWTyI0Ll-CrNLlNjelsl3_qTdKS_-8x7L4w8JKEBMHSXotwDvxPAn-N4g4oo3O48A4/s400/008.JPG" /></a> What's a birthday without a little wrestling match with your favorite orange kitty? Pickles and B got a few rounds in before school.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3ZjgXJDJ_7KIOqcjoYCpIgfptkMRBPf8_uIcn92Fu4-hhwQ-qA9HaIN0c0u3aC4f1fYEnsAgkfdpDizSEqF3TD1PbduFUXZQNhacJcpdGilKBCb3Bi2TKlRtIfAZq3q83Ovhaq4iPpk/s1600/002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660597963862012914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3ZjgXJDJ_7KIOqcjoYCpIgfptkMRBPf8_uIcn92Fu4-hhwQ-qA9HaIN0c0u3aC4f1fYEnsAgkfdpDizSEqF3TD1PbduFUXZQNhacJcpdGilKBCb3Bi2TKlRtIfAZq3q83Ovhaq4iPpk/s400/002.JPG" /></a><br />Brady being greeted by his buddies with birthday wishes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRs2HXL2MkpG-QHyveHAgGUE8zbiIKda4QfkzUqLhr_JHGDgyLZpEjWraDg1hkvL7Ga1oHoCanhMjc4394rak_XGGqVbq9uoiEcm5LIu2Au3v1ikTf-dgVCitYbobHO3xWd3TwNWH6wwU/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660597961281956802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRs2HXL2MkpG-QHyveHAgGUE8zbiIKda4QfkzUqLhr_JHGDgyLZpEjWraDg1hkvL7Ga1oHoCanhMjc4394rak_XGGqVbq9uoiEcm5LIu2Au3v1ikTf-dgVCitYbobHO3xWd3TwNWH6wwU/s400/003.JPG" /></a>Heatherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06134174723737459782noreply@blogger.com0