tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62151807074710065822024-03-12T17:03:22.839-07:00A girl and her treasuresNickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-49460040350309508402011-08-16T23:00:00.000-07:002011-08-16T23:00:38.697-07:00Typhoon Season<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We moved here right at<span style="color: blue; font-size: x-large;"> TYPHOON SEASON!</span> What that means is that it rains Alot! The first rain storm the kids were so excited, and couldn't believe how high the water was getting, and they just had to play in it (Everyone but Taylor, he said the water was too <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">GROSS!</span> he is right:)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We get rain like this at least once a week and it still gets the kids excited but I won't let them play in it anymore I know meanest mom in the world but seriously the first time was more than enough.</div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Look at the black sludge following this guys, yep and my kids were playing in it</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-38923230986061425892011-08-12T20:49:00.000-07:002011-08-12T21:09:53.551-07:00Bohol<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Our trip to Bohol started at port one where we loaded a non-air conditioned boat, and headed out on a hour and a half ride.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5fhqMEAQes/TkSs5MIBckI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6Bd5f5i8LWg/s1600/100_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x5fhqMEAQes/TkSs5MIBckI/AAAAAAAAAr8/6Bd5f5i8LWg/s200/100_0172.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4_K-WyR9cA/TkStCS8xfOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WWk4EeHw5ao/s1600/100_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; height: 110px; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 146px;"><img border="0" height="112px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f4_K-WyR9cA/TkStCS8xfOI/AAAAAAAAAsA/WWk4EeHw5ao/s200/100_0173.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3KTBJLEAIxw/TkStIt3hkSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/BI7qPNoEyW8/s1600/100_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3KTBJLEAIxw/TkStIt3hkSI/AAAAAAAAAsE/BI7qPNoEyW8/s200/100_0174.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The boat ride was okay except the fact the people behind us kept taking our pictures like we didn't notice what they were doing. I hate that! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">That night we had dinner at the hotel, which was free with our hotel room, however we spent $30 on drinks and all we had were soda's, (so much for a "free" dinner :)</div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Day two: <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">Swimming!</span> Yes that's what we did all day, and of course I didn't get the sunblock on fast enough and Nick, Chase, Matty and I all got<span style="color: red; font-size: large;"> fried</span>... </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D9C8_sgnDJ8/TkTBQo_y0SI/AAAAAAAAAsM/sg5h00Q-2gU/s1600/100_0189.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112px" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cZybGdIcQqs/TkTBp7teTxI/AAAAAAAAAsU/CObEMoASAtI/s200/100_0202.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"> <span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;">Day three: A tour of the Island</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swjxQvsVBKk/TkTEHpoLipI/AAAAAAAAAsc/c5eD2A5SvmM/s1600/100_0229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swjxQvsVBKk/TkTEHpoLipI/AAAAAAAAAsc/c5eD2A5SvmM/s320/100_0229.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1P4Kak_zxXY/TkTEYmrDQ7I/AAAAAAAAAsg/KgA2uAmEMK4/s1600/100_0230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">The <span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span style="font-size: large;">LARGEST</span> </span>snake in<span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"> CAPTIVITY</span>!!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">This place just had a monkey and one HUGE snake. The Monkey loved Lilly and she loved him to she would laugh so hard when it tried to touch her. As for the snake, it was sick and I don't need to see it ever again in my life.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Rt4t9llF5o/TkTHkOD1w8I/AAAAAAAAAs8/06U0O_5g1wE/s1600/100_0267.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--Rt4t9llF5o/TkTHkOD1w8I/AAAAAAAAAs8/06U0O_5g1wE/s200/100_0267.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnkmza1gDEQ/TkTHz_vIRrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VaL__M3iR08/s1600/100_0270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="112px" naa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jnkmza1gDEQ/TkTHz_vIRrI/AAAAAAAAAtA/VaL__M3iR08/s200/100_0270.JPG" width="200px" /></a></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;">CHOCOLATE HILLS!!!!</span><br />
There are close to 2,000 Hills in a 20 mile radius they are green now but turn brown and that's where the name came from.<br />
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I am so glad my kids are able to see all this.</div>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-65989597295516877142011-08-11T23:42:00.000-07:002011-08-18T04:23:24.257-07:00Family Park<div style="text-align: center;">The boys and I spent the day at <span style="color: blue; font-size: large;">"Family Park"</span> while dad slept:) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Kind of cool how they have <span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;">"exotic"</span> animals in cages right where you can touch them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb5WRuuZwJU/TkzZLIITRII/AAAAAAAAAu8/YL87H_s1GCs/s1600/100_0130.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb5WRuuZwJU/TkzZLIITRII/AAAAAAAAAu8/YL87H_s1GCs/s320/100_0130.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyOzdmvVa-U/TkzZX0oXpGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/wMVZpYkb340/s1600/100_0129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yyOzdmvVa-U/TkzZX0oXpGI/AAAAAAAAAvA/wMVZpYkb340/s320/100_0129.JPG" width="320px" /></a><br />
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We saw all the animals (probably close to fifteen), played on the playground, and then went swimming in the pool. Pretty fun little trip for only going ten minutes from our house.</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-3365894244629215482011-07-05T19:16:00.000-07:002011-08-11T22:34:25.799-07:00Crocolandia<div style="text-align: center;"> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m3JpW2QLaI/ThPXEYNWSgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5SlnxtWEbkY/s1600/100_0072.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626076829733767682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4m3JpW2QLaI/ThPXEYNWSgI/AAAAAAAAAr0/5SlnxtWEbkY/s320/100_0072.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /></a> </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #009900;">Our first <span style="font-size: 180%;">"ADVENTURE"</span> in Cebu was Crocolandia, home largest croc in captivity (I made that part up because it's the <span style="font-size: 180%;">BIGGEST </span>I've ever seen). This was an amazing place, not like the zoo's back home where you're protected by huge fences and glass paneling 20 ft between you and the crocs,but an actual up close and personal look. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #009900;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNHxZXO96Jg/ThPHKHVxaUI/AAAAAAAAArc/2tpmoVYWXkI/s1600/100_0042.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626059336098867522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tNHxZXO96Jg/ThPHKHVxaUI/AAAAAAAAArc/2tpmoVYWXkI/s320/100_0042.JPG" style="height: 180px; width: 320px;" /></a> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #009900;">Matty and Chase standing by one of the <span style="font-size: 85%;">"small"</span> crocs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #009900;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ71csGpxl4/ThPIf8z4sZI/AAAAAAAAArk/Bx70vjglEQI/s1600/100_0056.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626060810741133714" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CJ71csGpxl4/ThPIf8z4sZI/AAAAAAAAArk/Bx70vjglEQI/s320/100_0056.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #009900;">This ones kind of far away.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMCr37yt_KA/ThPJC--i7xI/AAAAAAAAArs/flSc67frHJ4/s1600/100_0062.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626061412618137362" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMCr37yt_KA/ThPJC--i7xI/AAAAAAAAArs/flSc67frHJ4/s320/100_0062.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 180px; width: 320px;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #009900;">Not anymore, they allow you on all sides of the cages so you can get the<span style="font-size: 180%;"> BEST </span>view. </span></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span style="color: #009900;">The most <span style="font-size: 180%;">EXCITING </span>part of the trip was the "Crocodile Feeding". This is absolutely amazing and the guy feeding him is absolutely <span style="font-size: 180%;">CRAZY!</span></span><br />
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I know that's what you're all thinking right now.) and into our new home.<br />Here's our first few views of the Cebu.<br /><br /><embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 325px" src="http://www.imageloop.com/swf/looopSlider2.swf" width="400" height="325" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high" flashvars="id=39f8fa1a-63c7-153b-a4f6-12313b030221&c=01,01,02,01"></embed>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-80896874609106389922011-06-15T18:56:00.000-07:002011-06-16T01:09:53.081-07:00I'm leaving on a jet plane!<span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Checking in</span><br />Well the<span style="font-family:georgia;"> fun at the airport took no time at all to get started. We started by waiting for the airlines to open up to check us in. We had to wait about 20 minutes, not bad but when you're juggling <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">13</span> suitcases,<span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"> 7</span> carry on's and<span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"> 5</span> kids it is big deal.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">On to security</span><br />I was on the ball and made sure we had no liquids, no sharp objects, the boys had their shoes off and we were ready...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">UMMM MAYBE NOT.</span><br /><br />The kids go through perfectly and I am pushing their bags through, when I realize Chase's bag has been pulled out and is getting checked... "oh crap what did I miss?" Water, phew Chase had filled his cup which I had specifically told him not to, but this is easy no big deal. Time to send his bag back through...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">WHAT?</span> It's getting pulled again? Seriously I told that kid that Joey had to stay home we can't take animals on the plane. No dog! But really what are the looking for? They have now emptied his bag completely and are checking the interior lining.<br /><br />The guard looks at me and starts playing 20 questions.<br />- Is this his bag? Yes<br />- Is it any one Else's? No<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">- Does your husband ever use it? Yes</div>This is when Jeff walks up.<br />-Sir, when was the last time you used this bag? Maybe 6 months ago.<br />- Do you take it camping? Yes<br />-What do you take with you when you go camping?- Knives and guns.<br />- Yep that's what I thought.<br />He pulls out his hand as is holding four <span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">bullets</span>. Holy Crap!<br />They put it through again and it's still not clear. Do one more thorough search and find three more bullets that makes <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">seven</span> </span>total.<br />They proceed by doing a background check on Jeff and then send us on our way.<br /><br />SERIOUSLY? Can we just get on the plane already?<br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">Delayed</span><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrx_GIcb8C8/TfmyWDTTelI/AAAAAAAAArM/DMTuEPH22rc/s1600/100_0001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618718102034545234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrx_GIcb8C8/TfmyWDTTelI/AAAAAAAAArM/DMTuEPH22rc/s320/100_0001.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZYLAmMBFfI/Tfm10dcaXKI/AAAAAAAAArU/p7jE0nnyEeY/s1600/100_0003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618721922983025826" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sZYLAmMBFfI/Tfm10dcaXKI/AAAAAAAAArU/p7jE0nnyEeY/s320/100_0003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After all that our first plane is delayed for almost an hour and when it's time to get on I can't use the car seat for Lilly. Grrr.<br /><br />Board the plane and realize why. This is the teeniest tiniest plane I have ever seen and it seats 45 people...<span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">45 people who are about to die!</span><br /><br />The ride was good and we made it to L.A. with no time to spare and we were escorted to our plane by a cute little Korean man who was in a huge hurry to get us on our plane. Just picture the scene from<span style="color:#33ccff;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">"Home Alone"</span></span> when their all running through the airport...Yep that was us.<br /><br />Whew we made it! But wait a minute, they are telling be I can't use Lilly's car seat on this flight either. You've got to be kidding this is the longest flight of all I need her car seat. But it's a no go.<br /><br />What a ride the kids were Amazingly good and Lilly only <span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;">fell off the seat once</span> when I dosed off for a minute and wasn't holding her, ooops!<br /><br />Landed in Hong Kong right on time.<br />The wait in Hong Kong went fast and before we knew it we were on our way to Cebu. This time with a car seat.<br />Landed In Cebu safe and sound now on to<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#33ccff;">great adventures!</span></span>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-21949153644524120132011-06-15T17:52:00.000-07:002011-06-16T01:05:22.136-07:00Sunday June 5, 2011<span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Breath in, breath out!<br /></span></span>It started out as a normal morning, breakfast with my parents, Jamie, Kenny and Cedar, and then back to my house to finish up packing <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">WHAT.....STOP!</span> That's when it gets all crazy and I'm realizing as I give my Dad his Father's Day gift that "this is for real" and this is the last time I'll be seeing them in person and the next time will be on the web-cam he's opening up, this is where the breathing begins and I have to tell myself "it's only a year". And then after a tearful goodbye they drive off.<br /><br />I compose myself quickly and get back to work on getting the house ready and the final packing together. Then my<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#cc33cc;">friends</span></span> show up and the breathing starts again.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> "What am I going to do without these two girls"? </span>They know me best and accept and love me for me, they are the ones who make me laugh and know how to make me feel better. The tears quickly come again and as they are leaving another feeling of "this is for real" is sweeping over me.<br /><br />I keep telling myself that the great things about goodbye is it make you realize just how much you love someone and each of them for their very own reason and how much impact they have in your life.<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#33ff33;">I love you all!</span></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">Dinner<br /></span></span>I am lucky enough to have an amazing sister-in-law who has amazing in-laws. They invited us to have dinner at there house as our farewell meal and it was so perfect feasting on hamburgers and potato chips.<span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"> Thank You Barlow's</span> for the great company and great food. </span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It's time to leave and the cousins are saying goodbye and I'm getting teary eyed because I don't think that they "get it" .<br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ff9900;">Airport<br /></span></span>I already mentioned my amazing sister-in-law, but it doesn't end there, she and and her husband drove us to the airport. The drive up there was good. My husband and my boys were saying goodbye to <span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">"all things Utah"</span> as we pass and we get there quickly...too quickly.<br />Breathings heavy again this is it, last goodbyes and we're off. This was another hard one and I lose it quickly.<br />Thanks for all the support and well wishes. I am am<span style="font-size:130%;"> <span style="color:#ff6600;">scared</span> </span>to death and very <span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;">excited</span> for this chapter in my life.<br /><br />The best part of goodbyes is that it 's made me see how<span style="color:#cc33cc;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">important</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"> </span>each and everyone of these people are in my life and that they all play their own special role.<span style="color:#009900;"> <span style="font-size:130%;">I love you all!</span></span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"></span>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-13442016679608632832010-11-02T16:37:00.001-07:002010-11-02T17:42:52.419-07:00Hip Hop Halloween Night.<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Oh halloween how I love thee!</span> Everything about Halloween is just great, the pumpkins... carving and seed, the decorations, the costumes, the parties and the ridiculous amount of candy. Does it get any better?<br /><br />The kids all decided what they were going to be after changing their minds 500 diffrent times and hear are the final decisions....<br /><br />Matty's list of costumes consisted of, a<span style="font-size:0;"> </span><span style="font-size:100%;">power ranger, a ninja, a clown and what did he finally decide on?<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCthdgjuEI/AAAAAAAAAog/VsqVftv9iXg/s1600/Picture+008.jpg"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535114732406814786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCthdgjuEI/AAAAAAAAAog/VsqVftv9iXg/s400/Picture+008.jpg" /></a><br /></span><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">"Hiccup"</span></span> from "How to train your dragon"<br /><br />Next up is Chase first off it was Frankenstein, woody, power ranger, a skunk, and the final costume is...<br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNClCb1_15I/AAAAAAAAAn4/fk4Y9hxDv0I/s1600/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535105403290900370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNClCb1_15I/AAAAAAAAAn4/fk4Y9hxDv0I/s400/Picture+019.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Vampire"</span></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><br />Nicholas was pretty much clueless until about the last minute, when he finally decided to be<br /></p><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNClxc1vj7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/lDpqQnSUJmA/s1600/Picture+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535106211012120498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNClxc1vj7I/AAAAAAAAAoA/lDpqQnSUJmA/s400/Picture+009.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a><br />An <span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;">"orc"</span> from World of Warcraft.<br /><br />And finally we bring in Taylor who has no clue, and is pretty much bored with even trying to decide. I do my motherely duties and find him a costume of an out house with a guy in it and he loves the idea. Well time goes by and I have about two days to make his costume and I just can't fit it in so I find this for him, and it was a HUGE hit.<br /></p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCnIYtsotI/AAAAAAAAAoI/A6pa7_OxEB0/s1600/Picture+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535107704553251538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCnIYtsotI/AAAAAAAAAoI/A6pa7_OxEB0/s400/Picture+010.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Pony up Cowboy!</span><br /><br /></span>Baby girl didn't have much of a choice in the matter, but for parties and main street trick or treating she was a...<br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535111911265758642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCq9P8HbbI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xqJagY8jFHs/s400/Picture+022.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Ladybug<br /></span>Then for Halloween night and trunk or treating this is where she ended up<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCrxlDj9sI/AAAAAAAAAoY/4WKRM_SxQA0/s1600/Picture+036.jpg"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535112810287331010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCrxlDj9sI/AAAAAAAAAoY/4WKRM_SxQA0/s400/Picture+036.jpg" /><br /><p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Lobster stew!<br /></span><br /></p><br />And to finish it off what is Halloween with out "Witches Brew" and the traditional "Meal in a Pumpkin."<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCuxzqwepI/AAAAAAAAAow/DFg-lbj6WOs/s1600/Picture+040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535116112744708754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCuxzqwepI/AAAAAAAAAow/DFg-lbj6WOs/s400/Picture+040.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCuldbnwlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/eJCYofL-ZyM/s1600/Picture+039.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535115900617212498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TNCuldbnwlI/AAAAAAAAAoo/eJCYofL-ZyM/s400/Picture+039.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"></div></span>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-57949389774056665352010-08-13T04:44:00.000-07:002010-08-13T05:43:17.125-07:004th of JulyThere may not have been any fiery explosions or mortars being shot directly aT us and our houses,no fingers being burnt, or holes burnt in to clothing, but this year did not dissapoint. The festivities started with a BBQ with neighbors which included burgers plenty of yummy salads, an awesome cake made by yours truely and of course SLUSHIES. <br /><br />Next up was the bee stings...I know this isn't really one of those kind of thing you want to remember or that should be highlighted as part of your "GREAT" day, but I just have to share. Chase was playing so nicely in the sandbox minding his own business when a good for nothing mean old bee came up and stung him three yes that's 3 diffrent times. One on his chin, his nose and his ear. Poor little kid. I didn't get a picture because I rushed to save the day.<br /><br />Chase is such a trooper and it only bothered him for a few minutes...that's not metioning the damage it did as far as seeing any flying bugs now, which usually results in a panicked screams followed by running inside.<br /><br />The night ended with fireworks. What great neighbors I have I just love you guys!<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-23.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1729382256936038947&site=widget-23.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1729382256936038947&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p1/1729382256936038947/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1729382256936038947&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p2/1729382256936038947/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1729382256936038947&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-23.slide.com/p4/1729382256936038947/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-51840851850227926742010-08-13T04:41:00.000-07:002010-08-13T04:42:02.089-07:00Matty's Kindergarten Graduation!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUp-ftTaoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MsQtX4UgrZg/s1600/IMG_0477.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUp-ftTaoI/AAAAAAAAAm4/MsQtX4UgrZg/s400/IMG_0477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504852273170442882" /></a><br />Kindergarten is just the sweetest year for kids. They are so excited to learn and just love the feeling of independance. Matty had the GREATEST teacher this year and he learned so much I was kind of sad to see it come to an end. Okay okay confession time...Yes I cried at his graduation but I amjust so darn proud of him.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-23249323332611310412010-08-13T04:20:00.000-07:002010-08-13T04:39:56.269-07:00Lilly's blessingMy beautiful family means the world to me. Blessing this sweet baby girl and giving her a family name (Lillian: Great Grandma Dimitt) (Rose: Great Grandma Newman),was one of the greatest days! Lilly has made our family complete and we all love her so much.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUs6LlZjzI/AAAAAAAAAng/-WVC4BPUR9M/s1600/IMG_0347.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUs6LlZjzI/AAAAAAAAAng/-WVC4BPUR9M/s400/IMG_0347.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504855497583988530" /></a><br />Lilly with her Grandma and Grandma Great<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUstd7a3aI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1ROa6VKb5y0/s1600/IMG_0341.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:porinter; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUstd7a3aI/AAAAAAAAAnY/1ROa6VKb5y0/s400/IMG_0341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504855279169887650" /></a><br />Lilly and her Grandpas<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUsH_2tusI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6ba6nvGrf9Y/s1600/IMG_0332.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUsH_2tusI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/6ba6nvGrf9Y/s400/IMG_0332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504854635441928898" /></a><br />My Family <br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUrusaWMKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Vu0UTkuqUu4/s1600/IMG_0324.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUrusaWMKI/AAAAAAAAAnI/Vu0UTkuqUu4/s400/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504854200725942434" /></a><br />Lilly and PROUD daddy<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUrjoEC9JI/AAAAAAAAAnA/OFyLoepQ_hw/s1600/IMG_0328.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/TGUrjoEC9JI/AAAAAAAAAnA/OFyLoepQ_hw/s400/IMG_0328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504854010580104338" /></a><br />The BODYGAURDS!Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-67323567875454431142010-04-07T09:29:00.000-07:002010-04-07T09:30:42.738-07:00Lilly, the new star of our camera.<div><embed src="http://widget-99.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1729382256935781785&site=widget-99.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:375px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1729382256935781785&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p1/1729382256935781785/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1729382256935781785&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p2/1729382256935781785/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1729382256935781785&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-99.slide.com/p4/1729382256935781785/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-19001979423628129172010-04-07T07:32:00.000-07:002010-04-07T09:07:34.119-07:00The Princess has arrived<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/S7ys6yxXkxI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3MLAbDdGNGE/s1600/2010-03-06+13.54.16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/S7ys6yxXkxI/AAAAAAAAAmo/3MLAbDdGNGE/s400/2010-03-06+13.54.16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457426974527427346" /></a><br /><br /><br />Lillian Rose Newman<br /> 6lbs. 1oz. 18 in. <br /><br /><br />So it all began on March 4th at about 4:00 in the afternoon. I started having contractions thought nothing of it because I was not due for another three weeks. They stayed pretty consistant and then around 7:00 they slowed down and then stopped all together. BOOOO! So I went on about my night and at 9:00 they started back up, oh great I thought another tease. We get ready for bed and the contractions are still going strong. At 2:00 am. the contractions are about 2 minutes apart so I call Angie and she comes over so the kids can stay in bed. As we are leaving she asks when to get the kids up for school and I tell her not to worry about it, Jeff will be back by then...I have never been so WRONG in my life. <br /><br />We get to the hospital the contractions are going strong but I am not dialated at all, but with my history they decided to keep me for awhile and watch me. They have me get up and walk around the halls to see if I can get things moving a little faster... it doesn't work.<br /><br />Well I wait and still no progress. To make a long story short I am going to skip to mid-night. Well it's officially March 6th Taylor's birthday I have been in labor now for 27 hours and still no baby. the nurse comes in every 30 minutes to check me and I am still making very little progress. At 2:00am the nurse checks me and I am a 5 oh boy, I will be here forever at this rate...at 2:30 she's back in to check and I am ready YAY! <br /><br />The nurse calls the Dr. who is sleeping in the hospital waiting for me to have the baby and he heads to my room. As the nurses and Dr. are getting everything ready the baby starts to come and as the Dr. puts his first glove on and reaches for his second the baby decides to come and Jeff catches her right in time, the Dr. turns around with his one gloved hand and takes over from there.<br /><br />It was a long 29 ours but well worth the wait. After all these years I have my precious baby girl.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-89281432243553829332009-12-08T17:39:00.000-08:002009-12-08T18:30:17.905-08:00Chase turns 4.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/Sx8LnfhXsHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gJ1dbS9Tpjw/s1600-h/103_0369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/Sx8LnfhXsHI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/gJ1dbS9Tpjw/s400/103_0369.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413058050226892914" /></a><br />It is so hard to believe that my little boy is getting so big. Little Chase has grown up so much in the past year and his little personality is starting to come to life. We love little Chase and we're so glad he's part of our family.<br /><br />4 things I LOVE about Chase...<br /><br />* Chase has been the baby of the family for four years now, he knows it and we know it. He has definatly mastered the art of getting whatever he wants and that's all right by all of us.<br /><br />* I love the way you get so excited over video games, and how much you love to play them.<br /><br />*I love your random hugs. We all have times when you just come up to us lean your head on us and say "I love you".<br /><br />*I love when you fall asleep at night with your thumb in your mouth. You look so sweet and peaceful I could watch you all night long.<br /><br />Happy Birthday little buddy!Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-11276879028568180182009-11-04T18:52:00.000-08:002009-11-04T19:30:06.986-08:00It's a Girl!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SvJGsaIVdlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/khagKOi7tWw/s1600-h/girlsquare.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 301px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SvJGsaIVdlI/AAAAAAAAAlI/khagKOi7tWw/s400/girlsquare.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400456631913117266" /></a><br />So we found out what we were having on Oct. 27. With this being our last one Jeff wanted to surprise me and tell me in his own little way. Any one who knows me knows this was very hard for me, after all I'm the girl who peeks at all her Christmas presents and cannot stand a secret, it almost kills me not to have my nose in everything. So without dragging it on any further I'll tell you how it went down.<br /><br />We went into the Dr's office and told him that Jeff would be the only one finding out. The Dr agreed to do his best, and with that he had me shut my eyes. So I'm listening as they are finding out the sex of the baby, trying to get a hint from someones voice, or listening to the key strokes as he types it in to the computer but with no success, I just lay there with my hands grasped firmly over my eyes trying not to peek. We finish with the ultrasound and Jeff heads back to work and I head home. <br /><br />At this point it's absolutely killing me knowing he knows and I don't. AAAHHH! As I lay around and by lay I really just laid around waiting for him to get home, and at 5:00 he walks in the door. I can't wait I run down stairs and he hands me an envelope...Clue #1. I think, oh this will be easy, a scavenger hunt. <br /><br />WRONG! I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO WRONG IN MY LIFE.<br /><br />The first clue leads me to my sock drawer, followed by the neighbors kitchen sink, which I know he did because the neighbors were just as anxious to find out as I was. The next clue took me to the church, and then to my other neighbors house. This is where it gets CRAZY. Clue #4 sends me to Trisha's house...in Provo. So I drive to Trisha's house and when I get there I have to bake a batch of cookies before she could give me my next clue. The cookies and milk are done and I head off with my next clue which leads me to Chris's house in Orem... this is getting weird. My next clue is easy all I have to do, is make a phone call to my father-in-law. That clue leads me back home, which I couldn't be more excited about. I pull in the driveway and Jeff's car is gone...WHAT THE CRAP! I find my clue on our Halloween guy and open it up and it says I have to get in my Halloween dress and head to my parents. Okay now you've got to be kidding me right!? I am not driving all the way to American Fork, I have already been clear to Orem, and I want to know NOW! <br />I take a deep breath and remind myself that this is "supposed" to be fun so just do it. I head to my parents house and when I arrive I have to sing a song for my final clue. <br /><br />The final clue...<br />The clue said I would find the answer I was looking for at the core of the cake. Which just happens to be sitting on my parents table. I get a knife, and nothing is stopping me now, I am cutting huge pieces just trying to find something. Finally I stop cutting and dig in with my hands, the answer is here somewhere. As I dig through this cake finding NOTHING, Jeff is sitting in his chair just laughing until finally he says "ooops I guess this is the part where I tell you I didn't put the answer in the cake, we're having a GIRL!" AHHHHHH! CRY!!! CRY!!! CRY!!! SCREAM!!!!! HUGS!!! MORE CRYS!!!! I can't believe it, after all these years I'm having a little girl.<br /><br />Jeff is the best husband I could ever ask for and I am so glad he loves to get so involved and do little things like this for me. I think this was the best way to find out, and I am so glad Jeff was strong enough to keep the secret from me, no matter how much I begged.<br /><br />I am excited and nervous as can be to have a girl, but I know it's going to be great.<br /><br />.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-5857697122068300602009-10-06T13:25:00.000-07:002009-10-06T13:27:32.552-07:00Happy Halloween.<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A64060' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=jJy1KIlQoOgr7sWg&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=jJy1KIlQoOgr7sWg&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=jJy1KIlQoOgr7sWg&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=JibJab'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Try JibJab Sendables® <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/ecards'>eCards</a> today!</div></div>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-29025964099595797812009-10-06T09:39:00.000-07:002009-10-06T10:57:52.789-07:00Girls night.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/Sst19xcNhOI/AAAAAAAAAlA/bYSLxqWu7W4/s1600-h/103_0254.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389531083183064290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/Sst19xcNhOI/AAAAAAAAAlA/bYSLxqWu7W4/s400/103_0254.JPG" border="0" /></a> Chastina, Tami, Maurina, Jenn, Mere, Jolene, Michleene April<br />Nicki, Lindy, Shanna<br /><br />Last week I went to a well needed girls night. I know all these girls from growing up, we were all in the same ward and luckily most of us still keep in touch. When we get together we have the best times reminiscing about who had saggy ta ta's (it wasn't me), why we all got showered with exclamation, and who are victims were for toilet papering. We all were so close growing up even though some of us came across a little shy and some of us were loud and crazy we all got along really well. The best of times growing up were all because these girls, and I am so lucky to still have most of them still in my life. So here's to you girls and the memories we will continue to share.<br /><br />And to those of you who couldn't make it, we look forward to seeing you next time.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-9927585213881641332009-10-05T13:25:00.000-07:002009-10-05T13:38:13.924-07:00I'm back!Well technically I didn't go anywhere, but I definitely was not blogging.<br />Summer came and went so fast this year I don't really remember doing much, except the constant trips to the bathroom due to ridiculously crazy morning sickness. Oh by the way I'm pregnant...but of course if your one of my friends on facebook you already knew that. For those of you who don't facebook (losers) I am due March 19. I am so excited I can hardly wait to find out what I'm having, which will happen at the end of this month (cross your fingers for a boy).<br /><br />The kids started school and It's crazy to think I have a fifth grader. Am I really that old? Don't answer that! Matty started kindergarten and I am so proud of how well he is doing, he comes home every day and tells me what he learned that day. I love these times because by the time they hit second grade you ask them what they learned in school and they say nothing. <br /><br />As for the rest of the time that has been missed for the last few months your just going to have to wonder what I was really up to...<br /><br />I know this post was short and quick, but hey at least it's something.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-35566754387937685252009-07-18T03:42:00.000-07:002009-07-20T11:29:33.723-07:00Random GoodnessYou know when you start scrapbooking and your all gung-ho about it and you finish your first book within a weekend, clean up all your stuff and put it away until next time which turns out to be um.....never!? Well that's where I'm at with this blog. My intentions are good but the actual doing part is lacking, but I'm trying to be better.<br /><br />With it being summer vacation for the kids there have been alot of fun things going on. I won't bore you with the usual trips to the pool or days at the park, I'm just going to throw all the "worth writing about" stuff into this post.<br /><br />~ Baseball ~<br /><br />We signed both the boys up for city league baseball which was very fun to watch, Taylor's games were the serious ones where the Ump needed to be yelled at a few times, and Nick's were the laid back ones where we would just sit and talk about how cute it was that they didn't even touch the bases, they just kind of skipped over them. <br />Watching my boys progress and become better throughout the season was so fun and I can't wait until next season when we get to do it all over again, and again, and again,and again...you get the picture. <div><embed src="http://widget-ac.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3098476543655075756&site=widget-ac.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3098476543655075756&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ac.slide.com/p1/3098476543655075756/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3098476543655075756&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ac.slide.com/p2/3098476543655075756/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3098476543655075756&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-ac.slide.com/p4/3098476543655075756/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br />~ 4th of July fun ~<br /><br />Tradition rules again. We started the day off at the Provo parade. Thanks to Jeff and his "willingness" to save us all a seat by waiting 10 hours and enduring tretourous rain pour (which was only a slight rain, just enough to get all the blankets soaking wet). All the kids loved the parade and spending tie with their cousins. <br />That night we went to Trisha's house for fireworks some legal and some not;) It was a great day just your usual 4th of July.<br /><div><embed src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3026418949617134879&site=widget-1f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3026418949617134879&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p1/3026418949617134879/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3026418949617134879&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p2/3026418949617134879/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3026418949617134879&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-1f.slide.com/p4/3026418949617134879/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br />~ Carnival Time ~<br /><br />Nothing like heading to the carnival for some good old family fun. I love, love, love the carnival, always have. We were lucky enough to be able to spend some time with My brother Kenny and his son Cedar. The boys loved the carnival and as Matty would say "the carnival is 80% funner than the parade" I know cute kid huh!? They had fun riding rides and I had fun going through he fun house to "save" Matty who was to scared to go down the slide once he got to the top. Little Chase loved the dragon roller caster and he would get off it say "that was so fun, did you watch me mom" Oh, there I go again having another "cute kid" moment. We also loved eating funnel cake, juicy hamburgers and snow cones, mm mmm mmmm the yummy days of summer.<div><embed src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3458764513844687259&site=widget-9b.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3458764513844687259&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/p1/3458764513844687259/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3458764513844687259&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/p2/3458764513844687259/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3458764513844687259&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-9b.slide.com/p4/3458764513844687259/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br />~ Last but not least ~<br /><br />My Matty is always saying the funniest things, this was his latest. We were sitting down to dinner one night and Matty holds up his sloppy joes and says "Hi Billy May's here for the sandwich." We all about died, man that kid is funny.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-34173846651391294232009-06-14T21:17:00.000-07:002009-06-14T21:27:38.402-07:00Oh Matty!Matty is so funny and he is always coming up with something to make us laugh, this is the last thing he did.<br /><br />Last Saturday when Nick got baptized we sat him down to give him his baptism "gift". which happens to be a set of Scriptures of his very own. We are all watching and Matty is getting so excited talking a mile a minute like he always does and he asks<br /><br />"Does everyone in our family get a special present when they get baptised?" <br /><br />I explain that they do, he gets excited again and asks <br /><br />"will I get the excact same thing as Nick when I get baptised?"<br /> <br />Once again I say "yes". Nick opens the bag looks in gets acute little grin on his face and Matty can hardly stand it any more and starts asking <br /><br />"what is it" <br /><br />Nick finally pulls it out and as soon as he does and says it's scriptures Matty turns to Jeff and I says <br /><br />"I don't want that when I get baptised, I don't want anything for church." <br /><br />We couldn't stop laughing and all I could think was how much I love the innoncence of my children and how they tell things exactly how they are. <br />Matty now has 2 1/2 years to prepare for his "unwanted" baptism gift that he "WILL" get,I hope that's enough time for him to get excited about it.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-61374018602612567692009-06-10T23:47:00.000-07:002009-06-10T23:54:17.454-07:00Baptism<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SjCqEXp-P8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/pgqmE8aD9hc/s1600-h/102_2157.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SjCqEXp-P8I/AAAAAAAAAkA/pgqmE8aD9hc/s400/102_2157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345959749735038914" /></a><br />Nicholas was baptized on June 6. What a special day for him. The baptism turned out really well, and both of his Grandpas were able to talk at his baptism. Nicholas is such a sweet boy and we are so thankful he is part of our family. We love you Nicholas and we are so proud of you for all the things you have done.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-14792792605101489242009-06-10T22:26:00.000-07:002009-06-10T23:46:47.753-07:00Birthday PartyOn May 30 Nicholas turned eight. He was so excited and me well I was excited too but really I was feeling old. Turning eight is one of those lanmark ages makes the mom feel old like, holy crap how is it possible I have kid that old, and in my case two.<br /><br />Nicholas decided to have a "carnival" party. I love, love, love throwing parties,and I knew as soon as we decided what kind it would be that I would have a blast planning it, just imagine, cotton candy, popcorn, bounce houses games ooohh the possibilities are endless.<br /><br />About two weeks before his party, Nick informed me that he was inviting 100 kid...really? I asked him if he knew 100 kids and he said "yeah the whole second grade". Well we were able to compromise and I let him invite 35 figuring that the "usual half" would show up.<br /><br />On the morning of his party we got everything ready, and waited for his friends to arrive. They soon started trickling in and by the time we got the activities underway there was a total of 28 kids. Yep that's right, 28 seven and eight year olds. <br /><br />The kids had a blast getting their faces painted, bouncing in the bounce houses, plaing games and winning prizes. This actually turned out to be ne of the easiest parties because the kids were entertained the entire time. <br /><br />The party was a huge success thanks to my friends and family who were the man power behind each game, you guys are all awesome.<br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-38.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3458764513841006904&site=widget-38.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3458764513841006904&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p1/3458764513841006904/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3458764513841006904&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p2/3458764513841006904/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3458764513841006904&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-38.slide.com/p4/3458764513841006904/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-1624252230012583242009-06-09T11:52:00.000-07:002009-06-09T11:55:34.427-07:00Hold onFor all you die hard fans I will be updating my blog on Wednesday night with super exciting stuff like, a Birthday party, Baseball, A Baptism, a trip to Thanksgiving Point and maybe even more if something else happens in the next few days. Thanks all for being patient once again with me.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-393033983517563532009-05-05T02:28:00.000-07:002009-05-06T07:57:46.863-07:00Life flys bySince I have received harsh words and e-mails about me not being so "awesome" because I haven't kept up on my blog I thought I would sit down and take a few minutes to entertain my fans:)<br /><br />Life has been busy and there have been a lot of things I haven't blogged about, but my intentions have been to blog about all the excitement but when it comes right down too it I just don't, I know I'm a big slacker. here's a run down of the things you have all missed out on.<br /><br />Easter:<br />Easter was really fun this year. I had my Easter party on Saturday which I think turned out great I'm a little biased, but I must say it was awesome. Even though the rain was worrying me like crazy it all turned out good, with the exception of the prize table which needs a little rethinking.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGit6sMTeI/AAAAAAAAAio/QtXDHw4uqr0/s1600-h/SDC10195.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGit6sMTeI/AAAAAAAAAio/QtXDHw4uqr0/s320/SDC10195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332722343515803106" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGf1A1qd6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PsUblP_LuPw/s1600-h/SDC10189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332719166890342306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGf1A1qd6I/AAAAAAAAAho/PsUblP_LuPw/s320/SDC10189.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGfpEwFYGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bO1AJy9INFg/s1600-h/SDC10194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332718961782251618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGfpEwFYGI/AAAAAAAAAhg/bO1AJy9INFg/s320/SDC10194.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Spring Break:<br />What can I say, it rained and rained and rained. Jeff took Thursday off, which was supposed to be our zoo day but the rain quickly turned it into a bowling day. So we headed to good old Jack and Jill's oh the memories ahhhh. On the very first time up to bowl, Jeff crossed the fowl line and yep you guessed it, he fell right on his butt. Oh man I swear that's one of the best things about him, his clumsiness always leads to a good laugh. Although that was funny it wasn't the best thing about it, so what was your wondering right? Well when I was little I used to go with my dad to watch him bowl with his league, and they had the best fries, well guess what, they still have the same fries and they are the best fries ever talk about delicious. The fries were definitely better then our scores, I actually won a round with a score of 118 don't worry though, I will remember all you little people when I go pro.<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGhFD1V5KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WR7-4DSkqUI/s1600-h/102_2032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332720542083835042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGhFD1V5KI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/WR7-4DSkqUI/s320/102_2032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGgtQlIyQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/d4Wetky7gYo/s1600-h/102_2051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332720133188667650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGgtQlIyQI/AAAAAAAAAiA/d4Wetky7gYo/s200/102_2051.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGgfN2yRBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Btn_lu2jl6g/s1600-h/102_2045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332719891939214354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGgfN2yRBI/AAAAAAAAAh4/Btn_lu2jl6g/s200/102_2045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGgRg_CC2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/nI0w5V_e5OI/s1600-h/102_2041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332719656555907938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGgRg_CC2I/AAAAAAAAAhw/nI0w5V_e5OI/s320/102_2041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGiCI9LlaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Jtwp-CmF1Ns/s1600-h/102_2039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGiCI9LlaI/AAAAAAAAAiY/Jtwp-CmF1Ns/s320/102_2039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332721591430911394" /></a><br /><br />Hogle Zoo:<br />We went to the zoo a couple of Sundays ago and it was so fun. The kids had fun looking at all the animals, and I had fun watching my kids get so excited about the animals. You can only imagine how exciting this was for them because they still get excited when we pass cows or horses, so these animals were amazing. Once again though Jeff was there to entertain, and he sure didn't let us down. While we were in the reptile house which has a big sign "please leave strollers outside" we are wandering around and I look over and see Jeff pushing a stroller, I look behind him and there is a guy trying to get his attention to tell him that he's got his stroller but Jeff doesn't realize until I stop him and pull him away...needless to say I made Jeff hold my had so we didn't have any more mishaps. <br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGj7CJJluI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5GFjkhUvmL4/s1600-h/102_2090.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGj7CJJluI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/5GFjkhUvmL4/s320/102_2090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332723668366235362" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjw5-2f1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/wV4JIXKXW1s/s1600-h/102_2084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjw5-2f1I/AAAAAAAAAjI/wV4JIXKXW1s/s320/102_2084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332723494376865618" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjpFKLMsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MUFjFE1gCVk/s1600-h/102_2072.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjpFKLMsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/MUFjFE1gCVk/s320/102_2072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332723359938196162" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjeaVP5PI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5eX5LvKhb_E/s1600-h/102_2070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjeaVP5PI/AAAAAAAAAi4/5eX5LvKhb_E/s320/102_2070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332723176643224818" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjRU7uZxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fzs1l5C3so0/s1600-h/102_2057.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U1xjiUh1NTk/SgGjRU7uZxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/fzs1l5C3so0/s320/102_2057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332722951855695634" /></a><br /><br /><br />Baseball:<br />Well he season just started which I am very excited about, I love baseball and it's one sport I can practice with my kids and they will actually benefit from my help. I will post about that as soon as games get underway.<br /><br />Well your all up to date so please stop leaving mean messages in my inbox, and I will honestly try to keep up from now on.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6215180707471006582.post-66213287192263176402009-03-26T18:07:00.000-07:002009-03-26T18:54:06.577-07:00I am too awesomeBrace yourself folks, your in for a real surprise. I know you all thought this would never happen, but it has. What your wondering, "what has happened"? I will tell you...two posts in one week. I am too awesome.<br />After skipping out on my blog for a long while, things happened and never got mentioned so with this post I will run through a list of things I have felt guilty about not posting.<br /><br />First I'm going to start out with a BIG welcome home for my friend Mike. Mike has been in Afghanistan for the past year leaving at home a wife and three kids. That had to be one of the greatest sacrifices for him to leave his family, and go serve our country. I love their whole family very much, and am so happy for them to be back together again. <br /><br />Next on my list of "things" is the chicks. That's right y'all we are farmers again, or at least as close to be a farmer as you can get without alot of work. Let me guess you all are thinking how many chickens could we possibly need right? Well if you remember the "lasts years" chicks, they are no longer with us. The were found in various places such as Zeb's mouth, Ellie's mouth, and in the hands of Jeff (the rooster) lifeless, lifeless as can be {{fake tears}}. Yeah there finally gone was my thinking but Jeff was quick to prove me wrong when he went out and bought more this spring. The chicks, I'm not sure exactly how many this time, are all alive and I guess growing so big. That's really all about that I just thought I would let you know we are back in business.<br /><br /><br />Well then there was St Patricks Day. During the night a little leprechaun came and sprinkled confetti shamrocks down the stairs to the kitchen table where he (she) left surprises for each kid. The kids thought it was so neat that the leprechaun actually stopped by, and Nick swears he heard him.<br /><br /> Last but not least I will update you on my aerobics class. One again let me say I am too awesome. Not only have I kept going to this aerobics class, but I have not stopped for a single pink cookie since my first time. Also, I am getting these dances down like mad... Just don't ask Mercades or she'll tell you I dance like a "bear" whatever!<br /><br />Whew it's nice to have this done, and I promise I will post more frequently so you won't have to read another jumbled mess like this one.Nickihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16316845099477767989noreply@blogger.com10