tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72748096934203683472024-03-21T15:45:27.860-07:00Simply SummersDo now what you want to spend eternity remembering....Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.comBlogger142125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-20042721442250663572012-02-06T13:58:00.000-08:002012-02-06T13:58:02.427-08:00My Brandi Boo!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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About the most difficult thing to do this far in my years of being a mom has been letting this vivacious crazy, beautiful, strong, happy, spiritual, amazing, funny, bubbly, tender, gentle, careing, etc. etc. etc. daughter of mine move away to college..........<br />
It pulled at my heart strings so hard i was sure i was gonna break. The battle that goes on inside is a crazy hard one, knowing that she needed to grow and experience things that only moveing away from home could give her, and also knowing that i would miss her crazy fun, bubbly personality being in my home EVERY day!! <br />
Even now as the tears are rolling down my cheeks, i wouldn't trade it for anything, She is growing so much on the inside learning who she is, what she values, what she wants her life to become and most of all, self confidence and self worth.<br />
I am so thankful that i got to stay at home with my kids as they were growing up, I am very lucky to be able to say that i did try to enjoy every minute with her when she was little. ( Im still really really sorry about the whole easy bake oven incident, but im just not a good baker not matter how "EASY" the box said it would be). But my arms still ache to hold her, comfort her, and fix the owies that she gets. That will never change. Takeing a tiny step back, watching her find her wings to fly has been an amazing experience!!!! <br />Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-22812792554110594572011-11-03T16:48:00.000-07:002011-11-03T16:48:58.760-07:00ChangeingI never really gave much thought to how much life would change as i got older. How everyone in a family changes, they make their own paths, they choose which way they want to go. They decide for themselves whats important to them, what their priorities are. And no matter if we agree or disagree it is their choice. Sometimes those paths cross, go side by side, or just completely go in opposite directions. No ones path is the same, and even destinations and goals are different. Their are plenty of paths that end, hopefully, in the presence of our Heavenly Father. There is no way to follow a perfect path, there isnt one, but sometimes we need to change our course so that we can be happy and allow ourselves to be all that we can be. Following a path for someone else, isnt being true to ourselves. No one is responsible for our happiness in life. I have truely come to believe that you cant be a positive in someones life unless you find that inner peace and happiness that God wants us all to possess. When we stop letting everyone elses opinion of us effect how we feel about ourselves, only then can we love who we are and be what we know our spirit came to this earth to be. People change.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-24346531855362490742011-09-29T18:51:00.000-07:002011-09-29T18:52:01.703-07:00<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Yay!!!! now I can post something....... not that it will be interesting but hey at least i know i can do it....</span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-56496241284923999622011-09-29T18:49:00.000-07:002011-09-29T18:49:39.104-07:00i have tried a dozen times to post something on here and it wont let me i am getting a little upset i hope this one worksHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-41547445667653451032010-12-08T19:52:00.000-08:002010-12-08T20:08:21.115-08:00Basketball boy...<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Stets made the freshman basketball team this year and it has been a riot to go watch him play. Althought it is way fun to see him make a shot or stuff someone or grab a steel, what is more fun for me is to see the way he acts with his team mates and how he deals with frustration.... im so happy that he is mentally on the court "with" his team. And realizes that even though he really really loves the game, and that a win is always best, that it is just a game. I need to take some lessons from him cause sometimes i forget that it is just a game and i get all caught up in the yelling and cussing. </span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">I especially have a hard time when he is getting some elbows thrown at him i just wanna go punch some kids.....see im getting all caught up right now :) Stets always tells me "Mom you just need to calm down" and then i get the big bear hug he always has for me. What a great young man he is turning into. Love ya bud!!</span></span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-63172708221900581402010-08-10T13:17:00.000-07:002010-08-10T13:18:13.020-07:00RIOT!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Dvejcj9N_a8fovDswm8ARolGp2JUx-geZAq1Uuhct4AFNYe3kXc7IxOnZCPuNl1mBrVE3TQ2fJYXa2HLXusWQPw4zVSejcsQYImYHJp-rorcPeL15BWgfpxB-lgHwwaBHTY6zpqmdyA/s1600/IMG_1761.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Dvejcj9N_a8fovDswm8ARolGp2JUx-geZAq1Uuhct4AFNYe3kXc7IxOnZCPuNl1mBrVE3TQ2fJYXa2HLXusWQPw4zVSejcsQYImYHJp-rorcPeL15BWgfpxB-lgHwwaBHTY6zpqmdyA/s400/IMG_1761.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEils_if0aSPjMvBeupKVYz6sDZirXfX7H0TrGhRVf6jw3y_Tt0dzRaGUbrR9OoJiuXaEEYo720vaATXsYifaUUirPcTSETFIoK1hauaRbuovBJYFPa54UTUckH2XZWEqY78kFUvsBn193k/s1600/IMG_1755.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEils_if0aSPjMvBeupKVYz6sDZirXfX7H0TrGhRVf6jw3y_Tt0dzRaGUbrR9OoJiuXaEEYo720vaATXsYifaUUirPcTSETFIoK1hauaRbuovBJYFPa54UTUckH2XZWEqY78kFUvsBn193k/s400/IMG_1755.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobDhWhbaFhQ7cNbxXj6hAxOY9VaqDxJYb2i3hPA2IQ3XZYRCqm-93L7Zkg2MMYP8oUhzUzeyvMuSGLqSIhTkXmsTfkruhr1kyQ3MxZFoxgU96YbpO0A3hNnLNhmyTOVB_73gqeGWuFLs/s1600/IMG_1760.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgobDhWhbaFhQ7cNbxXj6hAxOY9VaqDxJYb2i3hPA2IQ3XZYRCqm-93L7Zkg2MMYP8oUhzUzeyvMuSGLqSIhTkXmsTfkruhr1kyQ3MxZFoxgU96YbpO0A3hNnLNhmyTOVB_73gqeGWuFLs/s400/IMG_1760.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-37431864792291843922010-08-09T23:47:00.000-07:002010-08-10T13:16:11.577-07:00PHOTO'S OF BOO<a href="http://localhost:61630/0b4c983fc424431daf5e69c2e3de0a68/image/1cb02d86330c7662.jpg"></a> What a riot!!! never really tried a "photo shoot" before, I had a riot, Brandi on the other hand, didn't. O well some times you have to just suck it up and take one for the team....... No, she was a good sport about it, and i do think she had a little fun even though she wouldnt admit it!!!<br /><a href="http://localhost:61630/0b4c983fc424431daf5e69c2e3de0a68/image/63ab22f32967b0c4.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://localhost:61630/0b4c983fc424431daf5e69c2e3de0a68/image/7c904ccedc1f0c75.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://localhost:61630/0b4c983fc424431daf5e69c2e3de0a68/image/5247bc47c1221e2f.jpg"></a>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-319325573472272712010-08-09T23:32:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:32:40.014-07:00Boo's photos<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WVh6w_5fBdp6iLvdxwBYS7RssA96Pz4vw8qDL_vNtS2YqacaeM5byub6xrEYeP1CFY2qFaEMsMY7Pe6kUAeGQhskTjdWm045X__8G4AEcyzymGX_hcvKYWJ16GGes9QtXKexKqV3FX0/s1600/IMG_1668.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4WVh6w_5fBdp6iLvdxwBYS7RssA96Pz4vw8qDL_vNtS2YqacaeM5byub6xrEYeP1CFY2qFaEMsMY7Pe6kUAeGQhskTjdWm045X__8G4AEcyzymGX_hcvKYWJ16GGes9QtXKexKqV3FX0/s400/IMG_1668.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLxCVd1rltDFpcAZCRxkFJ4ZN1W7dXO7KqvlRrbYKMiHRGZGtWFYSu0lI5hqaNH86PcDaKece7layZ2CNGlOeEdQJ205-eBUYUIpBlKnF2b51QBVU1BWDj8qFq29vbpUZfyFTgCqwqgI/s1600/IMG_1609.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYLxCVd1rltDFpcAZCRxkFJ4ZN1W7dXO7KqvlRrbYKMiHRGZGtWFYSu0lI5hqaNH86PcDaKece7layZ2CNGlOeEdQJ205-eBUYUIpBlKnF2b51QBVU1BWDj8qFq29vbpUZfyFTgCqwqgI/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRWi9M66sei28RdCdrMXwBJR6-JmKhsHZg4Pmvk86CIdRQJLngNI1l1Zet6bfU_12TjRZHURLu_XjIIFDUcYHA94uTcdE6xLRGS7vSuPTCyWSlQkaN3U3T1Ag4KK2rXGQ9KRw5XyUmdU/s1600/IMG_1655.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRWi9M66sei28RdCdrMXwBJR6-JmKhsHZg4Pmvk86CIdRQJLngNI1l1Zet6bfU_12TjRZHURLu_XjIIFDUcYHA94uTcdE6xLRGS7vSuPTCyWSlQkaN3U3T1Ag4KK2rXGQ9KRw5XyUmdU/s400/IMG_1655.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkj0nIP4MyBfbzNwCcTYFj-0rkfX8ClPSeBdRZt9PKOxfIexO63ioo36w3DgIN8DoRDUD5ZZv8Z-bnY6jCNGgRnlkvVDrtH5779Fah41i1p_VZO5NGGepWZwS2pHuRHfE3NNQ0tqxSv6M/s1600/IMG_1692.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkj0nIP4MyBfbzNwCcTYFj-0rkfX8ClPSeBdRZt9PKOxfIexO63ioo36w3DgIN8DoRDUD5ZZv8Z-bnY6jCNGgRnlkvVDrtH5779Fah41i1p_VZO5NGGepWZwS2pHuRHfE3NNQ0tqxSv6M/s400/IMG_1692.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-26921710099786744032010-08-09T23:27:00.000-07:002010-08-09T23:27:48.917-07:00Photo shoot,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL3DIu3DY32yuqelPp2NckWJIYPaV_ZsxcsCEepd9A3ObjIQEojHR3ZYBJh8oy-JQ8JxXVaaRR2Y5MwbPqIRY5AKrkxsp9px0K33tcibyG8zl_30CUyeK-rK7Q_ilF2z5arbVS7zNRGCY/s1600/IMG_1717.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL3DIu3DY32yuqelPp2NckWJIYPaV_ZsxcsCEepd9A3ObjIQEojHR3ZYBJh8oy-JQ8JxXVaaRR2Y5MwbPqIRY5AKrkxsp9px0K33tcibyG8zl_30CUyeK-rK7Q_ilF2z5arbVS7zNRGCY/s400/IMG_1717.JPG" /></a> I had a great time trying my hand at some photography!!! HAHA what a riot!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NEA8Y4NtSF_-peREXgEgZjGswjOsZ6YQ5bC0br3bgvMSkTcgz18rZdYomAwYI_-uZ2IV82P8KQOZOwi7CKQEEvufXJOunfJ-9cp7HWRBNmQFYPD5x_QVLM1OuMIpptnsK7_ssYhbsto/s1600/IMG_1696.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NEA8Y4NtSF_-peREXgEgZjGswjOsZ6YQ5bC0br3bgvMSkTcgz18rZdYomAwYI_-uZ2IV82P8KQOZOwi7CKQEEvufXJOunfJ-9cp7HWRBNmQFYPD5x_QVLM1OuMIpptnsK7_ssYhbsto/s400/IMG_1696.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDo-bnE-yTFSeM1gT7_arHGI6C3GaZ-QehbqP5tGceGDUUgO1DtaRHnPK_lEKJL_zd5B7WgEZ-LfWYFCMwjveRM2htOB2W828yjNfiv1CPEYrOcTjmbN5jPCyUAUX01NkJoZV3xqknsY4/s1600/IMG_1690.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDo-bnE-yTFSeM1gT7_arHGI6C3GaZ-QehbqP5tGceGDUUgO1DtaRHnPK_lEKJL_zd5B7WgEZ-LfWYFCMwjveRM2htOB2W828yjNfiv1CPEYrOcTjmbN5jPCyUAUX01NkJoZV3xqknsY4/s400/IMG_1690.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAVYgJ-T5CigUj8CRxWmUNQa1L4-1ceV2Ba6USzfInsDQ35qPpGWkh4bX5fFXM_pYdg0wKDHUXqPOCYPFAZhI3RGD9HfD-OG42mLC5L6LBEtgxDSMByGO8NxwyeH8oe4Y9PZbWJXJ1t4/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLAVYgJ-T5CigUj8CRxWmUNQa1L4-1ceV2Ba6USzfInsDQ35qPpGWkh4bX5fFXM_pYdg0wKDHUXqPOCYPFAZhI3RGD9HfD-OG42mLC5L6LBEtgxDSMByGO8NxwyeH8oe4Y9PZbWJXJ1t4/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-16016199835339662522010-07-29T16:53:00.000-07:002010-07-29T16:53:27.240-07:00Beautiful Sunset!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfTHQ0STR8kLCAQ6VKVlcPsNPDEdH54ZAsAHZnR-LJp_m8ISaOPYbLNJu4-OjAsDlb_dNk1VPmxTJoNMvZSubSNWS-dBnEHa-_kmvIxhiLdqP6hl4kq0JVqathhyphenhyphenhqxS2nBBYaAohP04/s1600/016.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFfTHQ0STR8kLCAQ6VKVlcPsNPDEdH54ZAsAHZnR-LJp_m8ISaOPYbLNJu4-OjAsDlb_dNk1VPmxTJoNMvZSubSNWS-dBnEHa-_kmvIxhiLdqP6hl4kq0JVqathhyphenhyphenhqxS2nBBYaAohP04/s400/016.JPG" /></a> <br />WOW!!! This was an amazing view from my porch the other night. And it never lasts long enough, but i did run and get the camera. It was too beautiful not to catch on film, or card, or whatever you say now a days.....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5M-1R62IYIWBiC64cwvxWcdEeD4JBjmDEcuDfhKgHHDBMNfo_mQeR9vuV1v_rd58iBz_rlijgjlpwkF4nGnuaOs9TE_kFMu926Bq3OhI8MubJxA2eAMInVJhapGBCh2foyzqxDhiC-Y/s1600/013.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq5M-1R62IYIWBiC64cwvxWcdEeD4JBjmDEcuDfhKgHHDBMNfo_mQeR9vuV1v_rd58iBz_rlijgjlpwkF4nGnuaOs9TE_kFMu926Bq3OhI8MubJxA2eAMInVJhapGBCh2foyzqxDhiC-Y/s400/013.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-76581604729909005952010-05-27T20:34:00.000-07:002010-05-27T20:34:36.511-07:00Getting into their work....<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nkY9NAglmNTtMH1h1TXnhw0RzJfrDeBZrL5sgrcF1g9so5thf3-mSrx5mhD1134vLFK5OoZeqH-K3dxIdwDlevNi_Ltea3guxsq4JJ0_IsA2d9idxiBBxqYK_uugPQxStuBWBWUcPRQ/s1600/IMG_1103.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-nkY9NAglmNTtMH1h1TXnhw0RzJfrDeBZrL5sgrcF1g9so5thf3-mSrx5mhD1134vLFK5OoZeqH-K3dxIdwDlevNi_Ltea3guxsq4JJ0_IsA2d9idxiBBxqYK_uugPQxStuBWBWUcPRQ/s400/IMG_1103.JPG" /></a> piggies testing the thickness of his rubber boots....</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMHC3q69Lx8kJ-1tnntI-x_HZwHXqw4VIbpxk-CoGCmMBtXvd8GGIlq07U3K5MOmIDWZS6pwO1DMOV8vkIm0kGAswwIir4_olb_vR8VYn99r1tX2ucQM_fOa9rsi4gEeGoy_JkIxk1cI/s1600/IMG_1101.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMHC3q69Lx8kJ-1tnntI-x_HZwHXqw4VIbpxk-CoGCmMBtXvd8GGIlq07U3K5MOmIDWZS6pwO1DMOV8vkIm0kGAswwIir4_olb_vR8VYn99r1tX2ucQM_fOa9rsi4gEeGoy_JkIxk1cI/s400/IMG_1101.JPG" /></a> My kind of pig, put your whole body in there!!!!!</div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4FtNfnp7RIDZA_H9QCD0Nf1oZcmbidvSIfbabDIN1Gsg0li3_PETAqTpx0LuQa-mGu3UbwniPFgsKysRybL91mz_7g5P_6UVivB8X2TCawK8xZMFkNAOgGCQ7YIGiHOLN2DQW4sor50/s1600/IMG_1096.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs4FtNfnp7RIDZA_H9QCD0Nf1oZcmbidvSIfbabDIN1Gsg0li3_PETAqTpx0LuQa-mGu3UbwniPFgsKysRybL91mz_7g5P_6UVivB8X2TCawK8xZMFkNAOgGCQ7YIGiHOLN2DQW4sor50/s400/IMG_1096.JPG" /></a> Piggies biting Rugers feet saying "This little boy went to school, this little boy stayed home, this little boy likes beef jerky, this little boy had none, and this little boy cried waaa waaaa waaa all the way home!"</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-56603930277304141002010-05-27T20:26:00.000-07:002010-05-27T20:26:48.711-07:00B-DAY HAPPENINGS<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPxX447vMSayjU2oyfWkbiPaa6lFrAXWSj4MVKz4Pm8nT0rHzeQjYs-5TQ7WsuXYUOKVl8lg5SPKAVWFEerRYoFeZ902jmTfQQG3lVhbssCQXM4w-A-LbMN5Nx4l405QyP1WeG9SkukY/s1600/IMG_1092.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGPxX447vMSayjU2oyfWkbiPaa6lFrAXWSj4MVKz4Pm8nT0rHzeQjYs-5TQ7WsuXYUOKVl8lg5SPKAVWFEerRYoFeZ902jmTfQQG3lVhbssCQXM4w-A-LbMN5Nx4l405QyP1WeG9SkukY/s400/IMG_1092.JPG" /></a> </div><br />Well, I think he actually had a great time on his Birthday this yr. He has been working pretty hard for a few yrs now trying to get some pigs that he likes, lots of liters and lots of fun and I think he is pretty good at raising them. This yr we finally got quite a few babies that we could sell to some 4-H kids so we had a little sale on a Saturday which ended up falling on his birthday, so the kids and i decorated the pig pens with balloons and this banner. His mom brought over some birthday cake and punch to serve to the kids comeing to get their pigs. It was a great time, he was a little embarrassed at first but ended up enjoying the day.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-505043339543451212010-04-20T16:29:00.000-07:002010-04-23T14:11:51.717-07:00surprise!!!!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7n5mNnlb0BjSLHCEQQEyHNb9tdY-aLxd44GnWYWwKpiJBj8pknOQ6mQY8N8c7OcT71a8NW35MBaIk3sR3qDm7O453yi8guXQcqObM8blEy1rBNOzSSu-G5nKFVOU-8m16KfnSHUUPmPw/s1600/IMG_1059.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7n5mNnlb0BjSLHCEQQEyHNb9tdY-aLxd44GnWYWwKpiJBj8pknOQ6mQY8N8c7OcT71a8NW35MBaIk3sR3qDm7O453yi8guXQcqObM8blEy1rBNOzSSu-G5nKFVOU-8m16KfnSHUUPmPw/s400/IMG_1059.JPG" /></a> </div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhin0Gw3wCxEPxSUoGopuIHO210oHQANwBnjKiVNoyEau_q9kP-kg5SyOjkaft3WEtztS6p845UEoBeNf-0PMKQGejNy2d8cBGsWTmnj0njrc7_5usM7d-phzOnY-f20X0NW5q5rBJs8hU/s1600/IMG_1061.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhin0Gw3wCxEPxSUoGopuIHO210oHQANwBnjKiVNoyEau_q9kP-kg5SyOjkaft3WEtztS6p845UEoBeNf-0PMKQGejNy2d8cBGsWTmnj0njrc7_5usM7d-phzOnY-f20X0NW5q5rBJs8hU/s400/IMG_1061.JPG" /></a><br />I came home from work and when I went into my room I found this on my desk!!! WOW, instant tears!! They did it all on their own, just because. .............I simply can't find the words to describe what this means to me. I have absolutely fantastic kids!! They are not perfect, but I know they know their Savior and their Father in Heaven, and he knows them. He knows their dreams, their fears, their hearts, their intentions, their sorrows, their loves, and their destinies. After all, they are HIS children, he does know them better than me, and I thank Him every day for giving me time on this earth to be their mom. I just hope that I can help them on their journey to become all that He knows they can be. </div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-34952820968774859512010-04-12T15:24:00.000-07:002010-04-12T15:24:43.334-07:0019 yrs...<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHrCKM_l01X-OK7trp_ivShmJYIy3gOjyTfRu-xvqItZjlqJn5JWW4hiiL5V8BRBV-ZjQojSM5TmbzWbcr-1G1e-OnN0iTcbUAFA49tNHt-bWSXQyi3nNKDvuoJecKhMtW39W5BwIwn8/s1600/scan0001.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVHrCKM_l01X-OK7trp_ivShmJYIy3gOjyTfRu-xvqItZjlqJn5JWW4hiiL5V8BRBV-ZjQojSM5TmbzWbcr-1G1e-OnN0iTcbUAFA49tNHt-bWSXQyi3nNKDvuoJecKhMtW39W5BwIwn8/s400/scan0001.jpg" /></a><br />Well we have made it 19 years!! I am looking forward to the next 19!! I really should have put a pic of our wedding day on here but I really like this one. It was a Girls Choice dance at High School my Jr year and Joe was going over to Utah State. He was such a trooper to come back to high school to take me. I love you Joe!</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-59549917064175849652010-03-29T18:26:00.000-07:002010-03-29T19:16:37.839-07:00Brandi's Prom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Sdw9v6g0yD8DsrZxbEWnC47Jcm3aYzq86wMiokYXWxzxg9LuVp-C5igU14_fhLSo_zvx7K-gBzRFG_mfmh1VVzg8tPtGqS_Q8Eng8pXw-rTui4XsExXq1XNNQ1QLRuPpwqGjOPE6aCU/s1600/IMG_1014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454244665646297874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Sdw9v6g0yD8DsrZxbEWnC47Jcm3aYzq86wMiokYXWxzxg9LuVp-C5igU14_fhLSo_zvx7K-gBzRFG_mfmh1VVzg8tPtGqS_Q8Eng8pXw-rTui4XsExXq1XNNQ1QLRuPpwqGjOPE6aCU/s400/IMG_1014.JPG" /></a> these two are pretty good buddies!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT6d2BvhOsIThTj660IXjEUaj_QtbvS-9nOQS3KWvR8zILGv3Mjyd2yH1xvivlr8aCDmdmzyjU5wUDjqd00AWV0vae6FtmAekB8sv2iaQgGtyzv6x7eoLH88XULIdevAZ9xruNAcmxu8/s1600/IMG_1010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454242989372255618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZT6d2BvhOsIThTj660IXjEUaj_QtbvS-9nOQS3KWvR8zILGv3Mjyd2yH1xvivlr8aCDmdmzyjU5wUDjqd00AWV0vae6FtmAekB8sv2iaQgGtyzv6x7eoLH88XULIdevAZ9xruNAcmxu8/s400/IMG_1010.JPG" /></a><span style="color:#000000;"> cute huh?<br /></span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3JW6XqDxtOeh8xCg-9RjpHidPeV4Jum4jPCqyreOI6qXM7EAuEqqSJP9MMAnhdxqydVY2FdKZXpUJ7mZiSPxYCB4uU_ZWZ6XTOhDMa_s5F6_u3DN8ZorgzyFPGNi5syVHhQPnAp5B-Q/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454240560276655442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG3JW6XqDxtOeh8xCg-9RjpHidPeV4Jum4jPCqyreOI6qXM7EAuEqqSJP9MMAnhdxqydVY2FdKZXpUJ7mZiSPxYCB4uU_ZWZ6XTOhDMa_s5F6_u3DN8ZorgzyFPGNi5syVHhQPnAp5B-Q/s400/IMG_1005.JPG" /></a> I never realized how much they look alike!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbAN_dp8YJ7VFoz6Nc90xnLE7r6cnZvkXNvtIuQFsTXFAW0O25ozVofIvufRPHUdhmetfq249ZbiLcyml9GDg78wi6hcO5CwubhNayCVd3kOeXjb5GDD7FyEKvM6yySJdGpSLmyMtNFo/s1600/IMG_1002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454239271123462306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbAN_dp8YJ7VFoz6Nc90xnLE7r6cnZvkXNvtIuQFsTXFAW0O25ozVofIvufRPHUdhmetfq249ZbiLcyml9GDg78wi6hcO5CwubhNayCVd3kOeXjb5GDD7FyEKvM6yySJdGpSLmyMtNFo/s400/IMG_1002.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000000;">Dad kinda had a hard time watching his only little girl walk out the door to her prom!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72tUjdFVz1KsaUFf-cA3cMvHGO0KOsYRQkhFzB0xxwmM4zv_edQ2aWUk0hIoGfbfxo01KdqVT-PMJR0KrL7d__Yaz6aBkZ0lPl-kjCs89iudmivJDh6SSzatNYl0loUY9POfJnUoOXzE/s1600/IMG_0969.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454237177913279138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72tUjdFVz1KsaUFf-cA3cMvHGO0KOsYRQkhFzB0xxwmM4zv_edQ2aWUk0hIoGfbfxo01KdqVT-PMJR0KrL7d__Yaz6aBkZ0lPl-kjCs89iudmivJDh6SSzatNYl0loUY9POfJnUoOXzE/s400/IMG_0969.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#000000;">yeah, theses boys really do love their sister despite the way they act!!!!</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-49561861337113021702010-03-17T20:39:00.000-07:002010-03-17T20:51:53.579-07:00Something I think about alot!!<span style="color:#993399;"> I'm not sure where i heard this but i sure have thought about it alot, life is 10% action and 90% reaction. The more I think about it the more it seems to be true. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"> No matter where we go or what we do we are chooseing the way we act or react. And more times than not what we do effects someone else. Then it is their choice on how to act or react.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"> We can think we are doing the nicest thing for someone and depending on how they choose to react towards what we have done can, in their eyes, make it nice or nosey or inconsiderate or silly or a number of things. </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"> I know for myself that I do it backwards most of the time, I assume what all the reaction "could" be and it keeps me from doing the action. This is a hard thing to change, i keep telling myself that if i do something with good intention it will be ok because i can not control the reaction that will come from it.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Anyway a little deep but I just wanted to share......</span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-39873275754366611992010-02-04T21:07:00.000-08:002010-02-04T21:10:07.492-08:00Valentines Day!!!!<strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ok so V-day, is to me like Christmas is to some!!! I love it!!!! 10 days to go... I love you Joe!!! and I love loveing you too!!!</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Happy Vlaentines day peeps!!!!</span></strong>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-70632487915055946842010-01-22T16:55:00.000-08:002010-01-22T17:06:29.447-08:00Not ready for....My boy to be involved in high school athletics, so much politics involved, and i'm so non political :( Because like it or not, it is full of it. It always has been and it always will be. Its hard to see kids, give it their all, and because of a last name or who knows who, determines their playing time and position. It really doesn't matter unless they are extremely talented. Here and there you get a great coach who coaches for the kids, wants them to become better people. Wants them to be successful on the field (court) and off. Its few and far between, and maybe he will be able to have an experience like that, who knows. I just had to vent, write it down, get it out. Im good now, leave your comments about how you feel, I would love you to share....Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-44545532693094078682010-01-01T22:54:00.000-08:002010-01-01T23:08:19.697-08:00A New Year<span style="color:#990000;">Wow, 2010. I remember being little and thinking - if i live to the yr 2000 im gonna be old-Funny how the preception of time changes as we get older. I have been so blessed with health through the years, this past year my life has been touched by those who haven't been as fortunate as me. I wonder, what would I do if I were told that I only had months to live. Several things go through my brain, spend as much time as i can with my hubby and kids, make the best of those moments by creating peace, not focusing on all the world has to offer, play card games with my kids even if they thought it was corny, i would be in a picture or two, because after all, they know whats on the inside and to heck with the outside, i would give them a record of my smile. I would tape myself singing what i sang to them everytime i rocked them so their kids could hear. needless to say, there is alot i would do. My next thought, why wait? Why should it take someone giving me a time limit to do these things with and for my family? DO TODAY WHAT YOU WANT TO SPEND ETERNITY REMEMBERING!!! Im gonna work on this this year.......</span>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-82861769104526708752009-12-11T17:01:00.000-08:002009-12-11T17:03:25.203-08:00Tests...Today I am thankful for the tests that I have been given, because if I were given some of the tests that others have been handed, I'm pretty sure I would fail..........Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-75535512073266440032009-11-22T16:57:00.000-08:002009-11-22T17:39:46.533-08:00music....I love music! It speaks directly to my heart! I think i will start posting some lyrics to some of my favorite songs. I think the ability to write thoughts, feelings, beliefs, fears, emotions, experiences, wishes, lessons and loves and put them to music is a great gift! I am so thankful for the gift of music .<br /><br />I have a few friends going through very difficult times and i know several children who have disablilities, some severe and some not so much. It brings this song to my heart. <br /><br />This song was given to me by my favorite Seminary teacher of all time, Brother Shelton. He saved my life, and I'm forever greatful........<br /><br />The Test<br /><br />Tell me friend, Why are you blind?<br />Why doesn't He, who worked the miracles, send light into your eyes?<br />Tell me friend, If you understand.<br />Why doesn't He with power to raise the dead just make you whole again?<br /><br />It would be so easy for Him,<br />I watch you and in sorrow question why,<br />Then you, my friend, in perfect faith reply,<br /><br />Didn't He say He sent us to be tested?<br />Didn't He say the way would not be sure?<br />But didn't He say we could live with Him forever more, well and whole,<br />if we but patiently endure?<br />After the trial, we will be blessed,<br />but this life is the test.<br /><br />Tell me friend, I see your pain.<br />Why when you pray in faith for healing, does the crippleing thorn remain?<br />Help me see, if you understand.<br />Why doesn't He who healed the lame man, come with healing in his wings?<br /><br />It would be so easy for Him.<br />I watch you and in sorrow question why?<br />Then you my friend in perfect faith reply,<br /><br />Didn't He say He sent us to be tested?<br />Didn't He say the way would not be sure?<br />But didn't He say we could live with Him forever more, well and whole,<br />if we but patiently endure?<br />After the trial we will be blessed,<br />but this life is the test.<br /><br />Tell me now, why must you die?<br />Why must your loved ones stand with empty hearts<br />and ask the question why?<br />Help me know, so I can go on.<br />How when your love and faith sustained me,<br />can the precious gift be gone?<br /><br />From the depths of sorrow I cry<br />though pains of grief within my soul arise.<br />The whisperings of the Spirit still my cries.<br /><br />Didnt He say He sent us to be tested?<br />Didn't He say the way would not be sure?<br />But didn't He say we could live with him forever more, well and whole,<br />if we but patiently endure?<br />Ater the trial, we will be blessed,<br />but this life is the test.<br /><br />Janice Kapp PerryHeidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-50149799773840844352009-11-20T13:57:00.000-08:002009-11-20T14:17:53.128-08:00how much...........of ourselves do we give up to make those around us happy? If we give up too much, we loose our identity. We becomes someone that fills others needs. We don't even recognize our own needs, or feel that they are not important. <br /><br />We forget what makes us happy, or even the feeling of happy. Happiness becomes something we see in others, or try to bring to others. <br /><br />Maybe its the fear of finding out who we really are, wont be-or meet the expectations of others or ourselves. That somehow it wont be good enough or right. <br /><br />And maybe, its not even knowing where to start..................yeah, maybe.Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-36336389225032677292009-10-21T20:36:00.000-07:002009-10-21T20:37:40.710-07:00carvin pumpkins in parkvalley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsL4KbVYv9I0u_uCW9BivFyM23xnqP9nEB9O26H60TBDoTbso6WX-xTLdeKR1T5llY0B7fQRqEwjz7nvzTGCotIrdqzhEhPhfcexwgQK-llaB6LLZLpBwnoRv89KWfUDY6sxK7IjxtFE0/s1600-h/IMG_9910.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsL4KbVYv9I0u_uCW9BivFyM23xnqP9nEB9O26H60TBDoTbso6WX-xTLdeKR1T5llY0B7fQRqEwjz7nvzTGCotIrdqzhEhPhfcexwgQK-llaB6LLZLpBwnoRv89KWfUDY6sxK7IjxtFE0/s400/IMG_9910.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdr6YzbOoNyxyb5gSaP4mUJmffU7XXzUnUHeOVYk0SKgy6MCGdvaB8prg86BIff9rEHlbpJDL8FKwHXZDNilA9hi1iFwc0Z4hw-9u0jlQFxUHPg5SAyApbT-e0PZPySIaNxfUTsU7ci8/s1600-h/IMG_9919.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhdr6YzbOoNyxyb5gSaP4mUJmffU7XXzUnUHeOVYk0SKgy6MCGdvaB8prg86BIff9rEHlbpJDL8FKwHXZDNilA9hi1iFwc0Z4hw-9u0jlQFxUHPg5SAyApbT-e0PZPySIaNxfUTsU7ci8/s400/IMG_9919.JPG" /></a> <br />we went out west for the deer season, we never hunt we just love being out there. this yr only brandi and her friend kayden and i went out from our family and them my two sisters and their families and my mom and dad. I was a great relaxing time and we had lots of laughs around the campfire......<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMn8VDtPWLNtwOq8-Tpf30a5idoLCEKTMKCXy8BvsgZ4aY0nGeNexTcdTxVAhDL2VX4D-QEX9qp669IrYLCwlkBvaUwu9Z4SRkKudHh2wWx7SvFaRL5eiXblB1bJX-zEuqfdy1o02szg/s1600-h/IMG_9918.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOMn8VDtPWLNtwOq8-Tpf30a5idoLCEKTMKCXy8BvsgZ4aY0nGeNexTcdTxVAhDL2VX4D-QEX9qp669IrYLCwlkBvaUwu9Z4SRkKudHh2wWx7SvFaRL5eiXblB1bJX-zEuqfdy1o02szg/s400/IMG_9918.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaS5ra6zcD9sWjOgFygMI7AS96YLl3DgfWX5HXTxhpbFbRQsPe7_Sr5wj05R-GXaAYBV2wCP4_7-fVFua_NOUCfLvac59-CuMXf9SLRIHtuLvADG254EmwynjsUspFh-pWjcZXH6bHi8/s1600-h/IMG_9935.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaS5ra6zcD9sWjOgFygMI7AS96YLl3DgfWX5HXTxhpbFbRQsPe7_Sr5wj05R-GXaAYBV2wCP4_7-fVFua_NOUCfLvac59-CuMXf9SLRIHtuLvADG254EmwynjsUspFh-pWjcZXH6bHi8/s400/IMG_9935.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-13267319588293159842009-10-10T12:57:00.000-07:002009-10-10T12:57:58.843-07:00Ru's pinky......or whats left of it!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTVHSJDMPuXe-qpwcyhBHIYf_MGDTd8EWEskZErgfK26xHTF6PszGgJlxVE9Dp3e8h7y_9cKOpYSbyv2S0yw3qdaFobs6wfLpxqJl-6dEGdBT-q6nQaZta7awpkQCZi-KrYfUK12RcTo/s1600-h/IMG_9502.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixTVHSJDMPuXe-qpwcyhBHIYf_MGDTd8EWEskZErgfK26xHTF6PszGgJlxVE9Dp3e8h7y_9cKOpYSbyv2S0yw3qdaFobs6wfLpxqJl-6dEGdBT-q6nQaZta7awpkQCZi-KrYfUK12RcTo/s400/IMG_9502.JPG" /></a> Yuck, huh? i thought by now this thing would look a little better, nut it doesn't to me. The skin was growing wrong on the top of it so the dr. decided to freeze/burn the skin off. He was so tuff, no tears when they deadened it even.<br /><br />Hopefully for him it will start looking better soon.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnt9YEN1ARshnKCS64_g69TXIwXeYAiWiKfQzIfVL00LQb0oZtmRJa1vpesZdDKLbq4fJ11N6dheag-9XgMsQ-K5FaEQmLHFG65xM2mnVx9rGyQo9yIuuGe63tlO4JLMZnpfuWUWm6KA/s1600-h/IMG_9503.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrnt9YEN1ARshnKCS64_g69TXIwXeYAiWiKfQzIfVL00LQb0oZtmRJa1vpesZdDKLbq4fJ11N6dheag-9XgMsQ-K5FaEQmLHFG65xM2mnVx9rGyQo9yIuuGe63tlO4JLMZnpfuWUWm6KA/s400/IMG_9503.JPG" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaa0CIYlo2O9V_1RCb_h9ki690_uD9kF0m5gqhgiprQEaUrSSst9yrIZZTbLinvsmYSY9TKoakpkd5QLU6f1P4cFalXD0B9HSc9DZwIqvWz-sCHy_vRldx8YDN0qfl80yEbzoW4lyTWQ/s1600-h/IMG_9497.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CLEAR: both" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeaa0CIYlo2O9V_1RCb_h9ki690_uD9kF0m5gqhgiprQEaUrSSst9yrIZZTbLinvsmYSY9TKoakpkd5QLU6f1P4cFalXD0B9HSc9DZwIqvWz-sCHy_vRldx8YDN0qfl80yEbzoW4lyTWQ/s400/IMG_9497.JPG" /></a><div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7274809693420368347.post-5328447799287560822009-10-05T22:09:00.000-07:002009-10-05T22:09:32.509-07:00Feeling it!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCHx2mATMzXa87EL2_Z_PPWGbyThTl29Xa4KhZpgLJTkoMBwRdLf4y3LTj8OBiqVkkXQhf68BxPlqFpNvmQ_KkF5UanHGOFZE-Gb-A9Feqs0BiTsE-c4PsoyxCult16UKQc2ba1aSfFU/s1600-h/IMG_8801.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCHx2mATMzXa87EL2_Z_PPWGbyThTl29Xa4KhZpgLJTkoMBwRdLf4y3LTj8OBiqVkkXQhf68BxPlqFpNvmQ_KkF5UanHGOFZE-Gb-A9Feqs0BiTsE-c4PsoyxCult16UKQc2ba1aSfFU/s400/IMG_8801.JPG" /></a> </div><br />I love this picture of Stets, It is his true smile! They had just won a very important football game that they didn't think they could win. Their whole team finally felt "good enough". I Love ya bud!!!!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15097750196851106857noreply@blogger.com3