<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:59:53.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stranded in BUCKEYE...NO MORE</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the Life and Adventures of the Hansen family from Goodyear (Estrella Hills), Az.
Welcome to our NUT HOUSE!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6436216319273586019</id><published>2012-02-04T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T11:15:43.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One month down-11 to go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hard to believe we are already over a month into 2012!!!&amp;nbsp; Already this year has been a busy year for our family and if it continues this way then maybe...just maybe this year will go by fast!!&amp;nbsp; Which by the way I'm hoping for cuz then Josh will be in high school and maybe life will be a little&amp;nbsp;bit less stressful and crazy for him...oh wait, poor guy, hes my son...life will always be crazy and stressful!!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The month of January had DJ having surgery (he recovered just fine, so no need to worry about him), me heading to Disneyland with my Aunt and cousin&amp;nbsp;(fun fun fun), pinewood derby for Seth (might I add his last one!!), I think 4 maybe 5 major projects Josh needed to do for school (over kill if you ask me!), issues with our truck and the engine we got but now need to return, which now makes us a one vehicle family.&amp;nbsp; Plus Scouts (they seemed to have something every time we turned around, merit badge stuff), cub scouts (that in itself is a very long story but one I don't think I'm ready to share yet), long work outs with&amp;nbsp;Teresa&amp;nbsp;and it seems like tons of other stuff!&amp;nbsp; This was just the month of January!&amp;nbsp;Crazy busy month!!&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It really seemed like something everyday and every week during January.&amp;nbsp; I'm telling you if the rest of the year is like this...I'll be happy that its going by fast...but at the same time I will be stressing wishing for a time to slow down!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Heres to February!!!&amp;nbsp; BRING IT ON!!!&amp;nbsp; I just might of dug my grave with that statement...oh well...BRING IT February!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6436216319273586019?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6436216319273586019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6436216319273586019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6436216319273586019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6436216319273586019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2012/02/one-month-down-11-to-go.html' title='One month down-11 to go...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8780330968496269681</id><published>2011-12-20T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T07:44:06.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;DearFamily and Friends &lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;December2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Youknow it happens every year &amp;amp; this year was no exception…The Holidays kindof snuck up on our family!! Every year we say it’s not going to happen &amp;amp;BAM!! Here we are half way over with December already!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thisyear seemed to be a more trying year not only for our family but for many ofour extended family and friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Butisn’t it funny the blessings that come from our trials and tribulations.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As we approach this coming year, I hope weremember those blessings. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thisyear seemed to be a busy year for us and the kids…and when I say kids thatincludes Cayla and Craig.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;BetweenChurch, work, sports, scouting, military, school…oh and moving, it’s no wonderthe year flew by! And that was only mentioning a few things. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes,it was that time again…time to move.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wefind ourselves in Goodyear, up in the Estrella Hills.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This meant a new school for the boys and anew Ward for us for church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We arereally enjoying the area so far.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s avery active community.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everyone enjoysbiking and running.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our family has takenup biking, which we are loving.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Suzi hasstarted running, which she hates but it helps her in training for her vertical marathonsshe does every year. DJ has always been active so this area is great forhim.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The wild life up here isamazing…both good amazing and bad amazing!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;So far we’ve seen it all (in our neighborhoods I might add)…rabbits (inour yards even), ground squirrels, woodpeckers (which Suzi has a love haterelationship with), raccoons, ducks, turtles, come kind of giant lizard,tarantulas (yes that’s the BIG spider), coyotes, bobcats(living inneighborhoods), mountain lions, and Suzi’s biggest fear of all time SNAKES! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We weren’t the only onesthat moved this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cayla and Craigmoved to Tempe to live closer to the college and to work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They have the cutest little apartment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They love having their own place. Both ofthem are working hard in school and enjoying married life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to believe that in November theycelebrated their 1 year anniversary.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bothof them work for ASU so living right next to the college makes it easy for themto get to work.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cayla is also teachingdance, which she loves and helping a family friend who takes professionalphotos. Both of them are currently serving as Ward missionaries in theirward…it seems they can’t get away from that calling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They had it in their last ward also, but theyreally do enjoy sharing the gospel with others! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;v:shapetype coordsize="21600,21600" filled="f" id="_x0000_t75" o:preferrelative="t" o:spt="75" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" stroked="f"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt; &lt;v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;  &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt; &lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:f&gt;&lt;/v:formulas&gt; &lt;v:path gradientshapeok="t" o:connecttype="rect" o:extrusionok="f"&gt; &lt;o:lock aspectratio="t" v:ext="edit"&gt;&lt;/o:lock&gt;&lt;/v:path&gt;&lt;/v:stroke&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape alt="MPj04403060000[1]" id="Picture_x0020_2" o:spid="_x0000_s1026" style="height: 327.75pt; left: 0px; margin-left: 195.75pt; margin-top: 50.6pt; mso-position-horizontal-relative: text; mso-position-horizontal: absolute; mso-position-vertical-relative: text; mso-position-vertical: absolute; mso-wrap-distance-bottom: 0; mso-wrap-distance-left: 9pt; mso-wrap-distance-right: 9pt; mso-wrap-distance-top: 0; mso-wrap-style: square; position: absolute; text-align: left; visibility: visible; width: 326.25pt; z-index: -1;" type="#_x0000_t75"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt; &lt;v:imagedata o:title="MPj04403060000[1]" src="file:///C:\Users\DJHANS~1\AppData\Local\Temp\msohtmlclip1\01\clip_image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/v:imagedata&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;The boys, Joshua (13) and Seth (10)started a new school this year. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Josh isnow in the 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade and Seth in the 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Both of them seem to be doing well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The school they are attending has a lot ofafter school activities for the boys so they are very busy with those.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seth just moved up into the Webelos in cubscouts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He really enjoys cubScouts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For the last few months his momhas been his Cub Scout leader and he’s really liked having her as hisleader.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Josh is working hard in theScouting program.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This past summer Joshwas selected for the Order of the Arrow and went through his Ordeal in thefall. He’s also a member of the Jr. National Honor Society at school and worksreally hard in that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Both the boysreally enjoy sports and keep mom and dad busy when they are playing games.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;DJ is still a Detectivewith DPS and for the last two years has been serving as the First Sergeant inhis National Guard Unit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He also teachesa class at one of the colleges here in town.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He’s currently serving as a member of the High Council for our Chruch.Between all of these he’s pretty busy but still finds time to get out and gohunting.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This year he was able to go outand he got his Elk which really made him happy!! DJ got to go to scout campwith Josh for the first time. He moved up to the Brotherhood in the Order ofthe Arrow. When Josh completed his Ordeal, DJ went and had them use the sash hegot when he was Josh’s age for Josh. He’s getting ready the first of the yearto have surgery on his left knee…he forgets he’s not as young as he use to be,so his body keeps reminding him! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Suzi just finished doinga vertical climb for the American Lung Association in November.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She cut almost 2 minutes off her time fromlast year. She works hard at trying to keep everyone’s life as normal aspossible.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we moved into our newward she was called to serve as the Bear Leader in the Cub Scout program.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As always if Suzi’s life wasn’t crazy andbusy she wouldn’t&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;know what to do withherself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But sometimes she dreams of aless stressful life! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As always we hope thisnext year is less stressful for everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We pray the Lord will bless your family and watch over you always. Fromour house to yours we hope you have a Merry Christmas and May your New Year beFun and Happy! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Architect&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;AllOur love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Monotype Corsiva&amp;quot;;"&gt;DJ, Suzi, Joshua and Seth Hansen &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8780330968496269681?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8780330968496269681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8780330968496269681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8780330968496269681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8780330968496269681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-christmas-letter.html' title='2011 Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5923548800895457980</id><published>2011-11-15T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T19:23:28.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day feeding the ducks...</title><content type='html'>We live in an AMAZING place...people riding bikes everywhere, people walking, running, you name it!&amp;nbsp; But one of the coolest things about this area is the two lakes we have...North Lake and South Lake.&amp;nbsp; At North Lake you can take small boats out on it and at South Lake you can walk around the lake, fish and feed the ducks...and thats what we did.&amp;nbsp; We met up with our best friends the DeGraffs and took a walk, played catch and feed the ducks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ID8fzhkwew0/TsMqycFZk8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/IM9IXMdVtzI/s1600/DSCN3841.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ID8fzhkwew0/TsMqycFZk8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/IM9IXMdVtzI/s320/DSCN3841.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seth and Syd'a are best friends...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baJPdq9AaLg/TsMnBw5JXmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/u8CY5BPXh1Q/s1600/DSCN3842.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-baJPdq9AaLg/TsMnBw5JXmI/AAAAAAAAAvg/u8CY5BPXh1Q/s320/DSCN3842.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They can just sit and talk for hours...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kp6JNPg7vA/TsMnRgzhECI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OqMA3Tz_3Mo/s1600/DSCN3843.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8kp6JNPg7vA/TsMnRgzhECI/AAAAAAAAAvo/OqMA3Tz_3Mo/s320/DSCN3843.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They talk about EVERYTHING...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fE3rpYrh2xs/TsMngsssN-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zAb3NZCmhFU/s1600/DSCN3852.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fE3rpYrh2xs/TsMngsssN-I/AAAAAAAAAvw/zAb3NZCmhFU/s320/DSCN3852.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;They follow each other everywhere...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jce8TqtiP6Y/TsMnyHNvNPI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eWbEhGQdZ_Y/s1600/DSCN3867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jce8TqtiP6Y/TsMnyHNvNPI/AAAAAAAAAv4/eWbEhGQdZ_Y/s320/DSCN3867.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh being a pill and chacing the DUCKS...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbIr0gjuTRY/TsMoA6e39uI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HPTE5pscUV4/s1600/DSCN3868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WbIr0gjuTRY/TsMoA6e39uI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HPTE5pscUV4/s320/DSCN3868.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Fly away duckies, be free...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSlIYcC0UgQ/TsMoOSzYvcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sjrOdGcRHl4/s1600/DSCN3850.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KSlIYcC0UgQ/TsMoOSzYvcI/AAAAAAAAAwI/sjrOdGcRHl4/s320/DSCN3850.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids found this tennis ball while we were walking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and decided to play catch, right over Teresas and my head! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We feared for our lives many times and the ball came sailing at us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh thought it would be fun to throw it right at me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rUpBkEzKLk/TsMoe6UDWkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gyw0GG_K-Dc/s1600/DSCN3854.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2rUpBkEzKLk/TsMoe6UDWkI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/gyw0GG_K-Dc/s320/DSCN3854.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Austin throwing the ball...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9vSGLsOdp8/TsMoxnMnEsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/MzEOtDJixwc/s1600/DSCN3847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f9vSGLsOdp8/TsMoxnMnEsI/AAAAAAAAAwY/MzEOtDJixwc/s320/DSCN3847.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Brenna getting ready to catch it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ql9bM_nJtv8/TsMpYa9Z-MI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dOJjUx0_8E8/s1600/DSCN3859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ql9bM_nJtv8/TsMpYa9Z-MI/AAAAAAAAAwo/dOJjUx0_8E8/s320/DSCN3859.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then the keep away game started...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gtSrTQPxpY/TsMpo5xOu5I/AAAAAAAAAww/Jgnq13B7hXs/s1600/DSCN3860.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gtSrTQPxpY/TsMpo5xOu5I/AAAAAAAAAww/Jgnq13B7hXs/s320/DSCN3860.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Teresa proves MOMS are QUEENS of the WORLD...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zggO6EugTcE/TsMp39f3HkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Pwtr53jGI5I/s1600/DSCN3862.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zggO6EugTcE/TsMp39f3HkI/AAAAAAAAAw4/Pwtr53jGI5I/s320/DSCN3862.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5923548800895457980?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5923548800895457980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5923548800895457980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5923548800895457980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5923548800895457980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/day-feeding-ducks.html' title='A day feeding the ducks...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ID8fzhkwew0/TsMqycFZk8I/AAAAAAAAAxI/IM9IXMdVtzI/s72-c/DSCN3841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-564236018831920815</id><published>2011-11-14T07:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T08:31:35.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the most wonderful time of the year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I've said it before and I'll say it again, (I sound like Popeye the Sailor), but I really do love this time of year...Starting in October till December.&amp;nbsp; Life does get crazy but its so much fun!&amp;nbsp; I love decorating my house for each important holiday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkPAd3E7wiw/TsFBE_H_FVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/23em_OYSNlg/s1600/DSCN3889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkPAd3E7wiw/TsFBE_H_FVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/23em_OYSNlg/s320/DSCN3889.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I love dressing my kids up for Halloween and doing our traditional night.&amp;nbsp; The day starts with cooking the traditional meal...Stew and dinner in a pumpkin!&amp;nbsp; It cooks all day!&amp;nbsp;Then at around 5:00 its time to get the costumes on and any scary make-up that needs to be added. (Yes, I put make up all over my boys)!&amp;nbsp; Then its dinner, in costume cuz people might knock on the door while were eating and you have to be ready!&amp;nbsp; Then its off to trick or treat!&amp;nbsp; We have so much fun going around as a family!&amp;nbsp; After trick or treating we head home and its time to sort the candy, and of course eat some!&amp;nbsp; HELLLLLOOOOOO thats the whole point of trick or treating...the CANDY!!&amp;nbsp; While we are doing that we watch Hocus Pocus!!&amp;nbsp; We've been doing this since Cayla was little and its all the kids have ever known!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJpIjIZ0bEs/TsFBSuqEQyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DtdyjTIvEYU/s1600/DSCN3893.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HJpIjIZ0bEs/TsFBSuqEQyI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/DtdyjTIvEYU/s320/DSCN3893.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The next day its up with the Halloween decorations and the Thanksgiving ones!&amp;nbsp; And of course its time to start listening to CHRISTMAS MUSIC!!&amp;nbsp; And watching CHRISTMAS MOVIES!!&amp;nbsp; I'm not trying to leave Thanksgiving out but there just really isn't any songs or movies that go with the holiday!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The day after thanksgiving comes the funnest day of all...BLACK FRIDAY!!!&amp;nbsp; Now I don't go crazy spending money, but I love it cuz I'm with my friend Teresa having a blast...years ago I use to go with Kimmy when we went up to Idaho and it was a blast...when I stayed in town, I'd go with mom and again, had a blast!!&amp;nbsp; I just love spending it with crazy, fun people!&amp;nbsp; Oh and best of all "people watching".&amp;nbsp; Black Friday is the best day to people watch!&amp;nbsp; Just saying! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then when I get home and I'm tired and worn out, its time to put up the Christmas decorations!!&amp;nbsp; I love decoration my house at Christmas time!&amp;nbsp; I watch the same movies over and over and I listen to the same songs over and over!&amp;nbsp; ITS GREAT!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;For the last 10 years or so we've been taking the kids to the Forgotten Carols.&amp;nbsp; Christmas just wouldn't be Christmas if we didn't go!&amp;nbsp; Its like not having Christmas Music and Movies...and anyone that knows me knows I love my Music and Movies during this time of year!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then Christmas eve comes...all the family at my house for the biggest feast you've ever seen!&amp;nbsp; Just looking at it you'll gain 20lbs but oh is it sooooo good!!&amp;nbsp; And of course the traditional one gift&amp;nbsp; that you get to open that night and as always, since I was a little girl, its PJ's!&amp;nbsp; After everyone leaves its time to set the goodies out for Santa.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes our family gets a little crazy and we leave things like Rootbeer floats and things like that for Santa.&amp;nbsp; Don't think he gets tired of milk and cookies all the time!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;But then the part I hate about Christmas...some how I always have good intentions but I don't get the gifts wrapped so I'm up till sometimes 4 in the morning wrapping gifts.&amp;nbsp; I know you'd think I would learn by now, but I haven't! Someday!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then Christmas morning. The kids are always up by 4 or 5 (sometimes I would worry that they would catch us taking gifts down, but so far they haven't).&amp;nbsp; But they get up and they are allowed to open their stalkings!&amp;nbsp; Then they can play, watch TV or fall back to sleep till DJ and I get up around 6 or 7.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then its time for me to get the traditional breakfast cooking, cinnamon rolls and monkey bread!&amp;nbsp; Then while thats cooking off to open presents and trash the already trashed house!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It takes days before we recover from this mess!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then its New Years Eve!&amp;nbsp; Something we started with Cayla and have just kept going...we prepare a meal, like from Christmas eve, with chips and dips and crackers and cheese.&amp;nbsp; Put a blanket out on the floor in front of the TV...get some movies and we stay up munching and watching movies till after midnight!&amp;nbsp; What a great night we have!&amp;nbsp; Its fun to see who stays awake til midnight...then at midnight we pop the sparkling grape juice and toast the new year!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Then the sad part really comes...its time to take the tree down (Forgotten Carols)...I try and hold&amp;nbsp; out for as long as I can...maybe even til Feb 1st but I do try!&amp;nbsp; I just love my tree so much I don't want to take it down!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It really is the MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF THE YEAR!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-564236018831920815?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/564236018831920815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=564236018831920815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/564236018831920815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/564236018831920815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/its-most-wonderful-time-of-year.html' title='Its the most wonderful time of the year...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jkPAd3E7wiw/TsFBE_H_FVI/AAAAAAAAAvI/23em_OYSNlg/s72-c/DSCN3889.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3919939505107568519</id><published>2011-11-04T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T10:43:38.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Women Cry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A little boy asked his mother &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;Why are you crying?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"Because I'm a woman,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she told him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;I don't understand,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;His Mom just hugged him and said, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And you never will."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Later the little boy asked his father, &lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"All women cry for no reason,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was all his dad could say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Finally, he put in a call to God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;When God got on the phone, he asked, &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;God, why do women cry so easily?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"When I made the women she had to be special.&amp;nbsp; I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort.&amp;nbsp; I gave her an inner&amp;nbsp;strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.&amp;nbsp; I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.&amp;nbsp; I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her badly.&amp;nbsp; I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.&amp;nbsp; I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her&amp;nbsp;strength and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"And finally, I gave her a tear to shed.&amp;nbsp; This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.&amp;nbsp; You see my son,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; said God, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt;"the beauty of a women is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.&amp;nbsp; The beauty of a women must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart -the place where love resides."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3919939505107568519?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3919939505107568519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3919939505107568519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3919939505107568519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3919939505107568519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/why-women-cry.html' title='Why Women Cry...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6161448625999082544</id><published>2011-11-02T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T10:40:24.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let November be a NEW START...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;don't want to complain&lt;em&gt;...(NO laughing- I NEVER complain - I just voice my opinion, LOUDLY!)&lt;/em&gt;...because I know what happens when you complain about the trials in your life...they get worst! Yes I said it, so I guess I'm in trouble!&amp;nbsp; I know the Lord isn't doing it to be mean, its to teach us something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But October and September were kind of yukky months for our family! So November is a &lt;strong&gt;BRAND NEW MONTH&lt;/strong&gt; and things have to be better, &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT?!?!?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Humor me, ok) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I mean really, still no fixed truck, hubby was in TWO...count that...one, two car accidents this month, things going on with the military &lt;em&gt;(don't worry he's not going over seas),&lt;/em&gt; another kid possibly might have Asthma now &lt;em&gt;(not sure yet)&lt;/em&gt; but hes been sick and coughing like crazy &lt;em&gt;(I think his lungs might fall out&lt;/em&gt;), plus lots more...............&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BUT I'M NOT COMPLAINING CUZ I KNOW HOW THAT WORKS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6161448625999082544?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6161448625999082544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6161448625999082544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6161448625999082544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6161448625999082544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/11/let-november-be-new-start.html' title='Let November be a NEW START...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-2785727002643646680</id><published>2011-09-26T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T08:22:42.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Teresa and I have been training for the Vertical Marathon again...or its real name~"Death to your body".&amp;nbsp; We started biking everyday at 5:30 5 miles...sometimes more!&amp;nbsp; Not just biking but biking the major hills around Estrella. They are so big.&amp;nbsp;I LOATH these hills!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;We are kind of like the little train that says "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can!" Then when we reach the top and we coast down we yell "I thought I could, I thought I could, I thought I could.!"&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;This is so hard but we are sticking to it...we might die doing it!!!&amp;nbsp; The other day we saw a coyote that could have eaten us and last week we saw a scorpion (SCARY) that was so big...DJ was driving by and saved us!!&amp;nbsp; We have heard a pack of coyotes as we ride by an area barking away!&amp;nbsp; One day we ran into some scary guys...but that was the day we cut 3 minutes off our time...those guys were scary!&amp;nbsp; There are always a ton of bikers and walkers out...and they don't seem to be having any problems...but not Teresa and I, we've had our chains come off both our bikes (different times of course)&amp;nbsp;during the hardest part of the ride...up that stupid hill!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;My body may not survive&amp;nbsp; (every part of my body aches...even my butt...I know too much info but you need to know all the gory details) but so far we've biked OVER 100 miles...it may not seem like a lot to all of you BUT that's a ton...hey we could have been to Gilbert by now!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-2785727002643646680?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2785727002643646680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=2785727002643646680' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/2785727002643646680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/2785727002643646680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/training-time.html' title='Training Time...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-169061560562130505</id><published>2011-09-15T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T18:07:23.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime SO FAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was written back in July but forgot to post it til today...so sorry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I guess at times this summers been slow, sometimes crazy, sometimes stressful (most of the time), sometimes dull...so far! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So we started out the first week of summer by moving and we did it with the help of part of our family!&amp;nbsp; I know ask for help...well we did sort of.&amp;nbsp; Like I said some of the family was out of town so we turned to my daughters in-laws...LOVE THEM!!!&amp;nbsp; But you see we did most of the moving during the week...so HELLO, most of you work so we didn't ask for help...DON'T be mad at us for not asking!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;There are some things that we like about our new home and some things we hate!!&amp;nbsp; BUT as always I guess I'll have to work that out!&amp;nbsp; Lets hope we do! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The first weekend in our new ward Josh got asked to go to scout camp with them...ONE LITTLE CATCH...They were leaving the next day!&amp;nbsp; Good thing we had everything he needed to bring.&amp;nbsp; He was really nervous about going but we encouraged him too cuz they were going to Colorado!&amp;nbsp; Very cool and very fun.&amp;nbsp; So we packed him up when we got home from church and the next morning at 5 sent him off with a bunch of people we didn't even know.&amp;nbsp; Now I feel really bad for the men that we sent Josh off with...you see we didn't prepare them for Josh!&amp;nbsp; While he's a very good kid, very helpful (which all the men told us when they got home) we didn't prepare them for, well, Joshuas little problem...he puts his all in all into things, you know, goes all for it and well, he gets hurt a lot.&amp;nbsp; Josh came home to us BLACK AND BLUE!! I'm not kidding.&amp;nbsp; We needed to take him in for a physical for another scout camp he was going to and we had to wait a few weeks cuz&amp;nbsp;we didn't want the Dr to think we beat the kid!&amp;nbsp; He could hardly move for a few weeks.&amp;nbsp; I guess he took a spill on a Diggler, its like a skateboard/scooter on big wheels, that they took down a ski slop...yep my kid did that!&amp;nbsp; But he had fun!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;While Josh was gone, DJ, Seth and I spent the week unpacking the house.&amp;nbsp; Well, Seth went to his grandmas for a day.&amp;nbsp; Plus during that time my Sister came into town and we had her boys stay for a few days...following that my Sister-in-law came and we had her son stay.&amp;nbsp; It was a busy few weeks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;BUT the coolest part after moving in was Stake Conference in my dads stake...We all got to meet D. Todd Christofferson of the twelve and LeGrand R Curtis of the Seventy.&amp;nbsp; Both of these brethren stayed at my folks house...how cool is that!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Of course we had a ton of Birthdays during June...Cayla, my dad and Josh, plus a few others and July was just a busy with birthdays...Craigs, his moms, my sisters and my sister-in-laws plus some others.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We are getting settled in to the house and waiting for school to start.&amp;nbsp;Josh is getting ready to head to another scout camp.&amp;nbsp; But neither of the boys want summer to end.&amp;nbsp; I think they are nervous about starting at a new school.&amp;nbsp; I think they'll do fine...well that is if Seth can think before he speaks!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-169061560562130505?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/169061560562130505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=169061560562130505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/169061560562130505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/169061560562130505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/summertime-so-far.html' title='Summertime SO FAR...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7528876170111709746</id><published>2011-09-15T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T11:42:01.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other night I had a NIGHTMARE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It was the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;craziest&lt;/span&gt; and scariest dream ever, I must say!!&amp;nbsp; It started on a Monday...Well, maybe even earlier than that cuz we were given the info that started this Monday dream earlier, I think.&amp;nbsp; Anywho we were told that our engine in our truck was going...Not a good thing.&amp;nbsp; The poor trucks lived a long life, almost 200 thousand miles, dealt with 3 kids and their friends, hubby's road trips and our family trips, for over 11 years, so I guess it was NO surprise...BUT UGH, RIGHT!!&amp;nbsp; So DJ's trying to figure something out and I'm thinking what kind of luck - cuz it was at the beginning of the year that we replaced the engine in our car!!&amp;nbsp; No one has 2 engines go our in one year!! Well we do!!&amp;nbsp; DJ gets a call from his dad who once took a mechanics class and made a suggestion, which brought DJ to tearing the engine apart on Monday.&amp;nbsp; In my dream he worked all day, Until he realized that he needed to lift and pull the engine.&amp;nbsp; One problem - No lifty pully thingy - so he makes calls and finds one but its being used! So its time to put everything back together.&amp;nbsp; Once done he realizes a disk has slipped and the truck is leaking some kind of liquid.&amp;nbsp; So now we are to Tuesday...apart comes the engine, fix the disk - oh and a worn out hose.&amp;nbsp; But now the truck smells when its driven.&amp;nbsp; And I'm told to only drive it around my neighborhood!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;But then my dream changes.&amp;nbsp; DJ asks me on Monday to remind him on Tuesday about having to go to court on Wednesday and to take his suit.&amp;nbsp; So I did! Well that was a BIG waste of time - his court got changed to Thursday at 2.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So he says to remind him to bring his suit Thursday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now in my dream DJ's suppose to go hunting on Friday. Well one problem with my dream - we weren't sure how DJ was going to go hunting...truck engine dying - REMEMBER!!&amp;nbsp;We came up with a plan, I decided that I don't need my car over the weekend, he can take it hunting.&amp;nbsp; See it has to be a dream - ME WITHOUT A CAR FOR 6 DAYS - THAT'S CRAZY!! But the saying dreams can come true comes into play&amp;nbsp;- WELL, sort of...I have an Uncle James...proof right there that this was a nightmare, my uncle was in it (luv ya James), anywho he lent us his big pickup truck.&amp;nbsp; Problem solved!&amp;nbsp; DJ could go hunting and I can have a car! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Well Thursday came- 2:00p.m, DJ shows up for court and waits and waits and waits ( I don't know much about the court system so I&amp;nbsp;imagined all the detail I got in this dream). Finally someone comes out and tells DJ that the county Attorney is finishing up her questions and the Defense will cross exam and then it will be DJ's turn.&amp;nbsp; So not much longer.&amp;nbsp; Now this is a murder trial so the Defense gets up and takes forever cross examining the witness.&amp;nbsp; Asking some ridicules questions.&amp;nbsp; Finally at 4 they call DJ...One problem- court ends @ 4:30.&amp;nbsp; DJ starts with some of the evidence and the judge stops him and asks him if he has to do the same thing with each piece of evidence, he says yes and the judge decides to adjourn court til Monday Morning at 10:15- DJ's first on the stand...REMEMBER DJ suppose to be hunting til Tuesday Morning! Not happening - NOT happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Now for a bit of comic relief in my nightmare.&amp;nbsp; So everyday that I'm dreaming about I have these two pesky woodpeckers who keep showing up at my house...30 to 40 times a day!!&amp;nbsp;Trying to pick or believe it or not steal dog food!!&amp;nbsp; Woodpeckers don't eat dog food (or do they), they eat bugs and peek holes!&amp;nbsp; Every time I hear it do its call, I jump up either grab Josh's air soft gun throw open the door and try to shoot it (don't worry it wont kill it), or open the door screaming like a made woman trying to scare the dumb things away!!&amp;nbsp; UGH!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So back to the nightmare part to this stupid dream....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Thursday night, DJ gets home from work and starts to load up James' truck.&amp;nbsp; Everythings loaded and hes ready to go...except, he can't get the beast to start!!&amp;nbsp; UGH.&amp;nbsp; So he calls James...its like that car from Back to the Future...theres a trick to starting it and you would only know about it if it was your truck.&amp;nbsp; SO James shared the trick and slowly but surely DJ was off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every mornng at 5:30 a.m in this nightmare (5:30- I know its scary), my friend Teresa and I have been waking up and riding bikes 5 miles up one of the longest hills ever!!&amp;nbsp; You would have to be out of your mind to ride first that early and second these hills...(I just want to wake from this dream but I can't).&amp;nbsp; Friday morning I come home and it looks like we've shaved 10 minutes off our bike time from the rest of the week (heck maybe my nightmare is starting to change...wrong...its about to get worst!!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As I start to get things ready for the boys to go to school, I look out and see Mia (our crazy dog) sitting, starring.&amp;nbsp; I look out on our patio and see Mickey, our 19 year old dog laying, you know he likes sleeping, only this time he wasn't!&amp;nbsp; I kept looking just to see if he was breathing and NO breath! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I wont go into much of this part of the nightmare except to say that in it DJ was gone, my dad was gonna be gone, so my mom and I wrapped, drove and buried.&amp;nbsp; Even in nightmares moms always come to the rescue.&amp;nbsp; I didn't tell the boys before they left to school cuz I didn't want to upset them! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm telling you this dream was all night long!!&amp;nbsp;The next thing I&amp;nbsp;remember is getting a call from DJ after I sent him a text about Mickey.&amp;nbsp; When he got to his camp site the night before he said it felt like the truck was running low on gas so he&amp;nbsp;changed tanks but when he did that&amp;nbsp;it acted even more strange so he flipped back to the other tank and got to his site.&amp;nbsp; Then in the morning he was planning to run&amp;nbsp;into town and get gas but when he started the truck it went a few feet and died and wouldn't start again.&amp;nbsp; He killed the&amp;nbsp;truck!&amp;nbsp; See these have to be nightmares cuz what kind of people can keep killing&amp;nbsp;vehicles in the same week!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;As the dream progress on - I'm loading&amp;nbsp;up the boys in the car, callin people about some cub scout activity I have&amp;nbsp;the next day to make sure they&amp;nbsp;can handle things and off we go to help DJ cuz remember hes got to be in court on Monday.&amp;nbsp; James told me a few things to tell DJ to help it start.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I also loaded up the gas cans just in case.&amp;nbsp; So here we go...We get on the B-line highway and a rabbit runs our in front of me and you guessed it...I killed him!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;What a dream!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We reach payson, not much more to go, maybe 30 minutes.&amp;nbsp; Its about 8:10p.m.&amp;nbsp; Now the last time I was up&amp;nbsp;there driving to the site, it was light NOT dark, so needless to say I got lost!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Really lost!&amp;nbsp; After about an hour I asked someone for directions.&amp;nbsp; Something I would never do if I was awake.&amp;nbsp; So I got to the right area, finally!&amp;nbsp; BUT not to the site.&amp;nbsp; That took another 2 hours.&amp;nbsp; I followed DJ directions, but in the dark, I still got lost and drove around forever.&amp;nbsp; Was just about to give up when I found it.&amp;nbsp; DJ was out on his mountain bike looking for me but we never saw each other.&amp;nbsp; It was about 11:15 when I finally got to the site.&amp;nbsp; What a nightmare.&amp;nbsp; We got things unloaded and went to sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;It got pretty cold up there cuz did I mention, there was rain, lots of it and it started all night long.&amp;nbsp; But it stopped just in time for DJ to go out at 5 to hunt for his elk.&amp;nbsp; He was going to come back to camp at around 10 to work on the truck so when I got up I drove into town and got gas, plus a new pair of jeans for Josh...ready for this, I would normally check the kids stuff that they packed but for some reason I didn't this time...see dream...so Josh got his stuff all together, hes old enough, except for he hasn't worn&amp;nbsp; his jeans all summer...they didn't fit. He couldn't even button them.&amp;nbsp; So gas, jeans and PJ pants, cuz the boys brought shorts to sleep in up to the mountains.&amp;nbsp; I get back to camp and we wait for DJ.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;No DJ still, the boys are having fun shooting the air soft guns, pellet gun and bow and arrows.&amp;nbsp; But still no DJ.&amp;nbsp; Finally he comes walking into camp right before lunch...and I could tell he got his elk!&amp;nbsp; And a bit of good news it was only about a mile away!&amp;nbsp; Bad news...DJ had ordered a bike tailer for his bike to haul the elk back...it was shipped on the 31st of Aug...well we didn't get it yet.&amp;nbsp; So that meant DJ was going to haul it back on his back.&amp;nbsp; He had already carried most of it up from the valley it was in.&amp;nbsp; Well we decided to make it a family haul and we all went with him.&amp;nbsp; He took his big back pack but when we got there he realized&amp;nbsp; he wouldn't be able to fit part of it, so Josh and I came up with an idea.&amp;nbsp; We got a long piece of wood and tied the two extra pieces on to it and we would carry it on our shoulders.&amp;nbsp; It worked through the rough part but it was&amp;nbsp; hard cuz Josh and I are not the same height.&amp;nbsp; Josh was having a hard time and so was I so I decided to take it all and carry it on my shoulders.&amp;nbsp; Josh and Seth stood on both sides of me and stopped the elk from hitting my side and we carried it to a trail.&amp;nbsp; There DJ took the elk from my shoulders and hung it in the tree cuz we were to a point that he could ride back on his bike.&amp;nbsp; We finished hiking to the camp.&amp;nbsp; Hung the parts of the elk DJ had and back he went.&amp;nbsp; By this point my body is killing me.&amp;nbsp; I don't know how the women of old carried water jugs that way!!&amp;nbsp; But DJ got his elk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;So after awhile we went to work on the truck.&amp;nbsp; He put gas in it and did all kinds of stuff and still nothing.&amp;nbsp; Then he decided maybe the battery need to be charged to.&amp;nbsp; We charged that for over an hour on my little car.&amp;nbsp; Then back to trying to start the beast.&amp;nbsp; IT started.&amp;nbsp; DJ decided to drive it to town, put gas in it and kind of recharge the battery.&amp;nbsp; Things are looking up right!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;That night we are around the camp fire have smores (you can't camp without them) when it starts to rain...we have stuff all over the camp.&amp;nbsp; The boys run one way gathering stuff and putting it under tarps, I go the other and DJ another.&amp;nbsp; We got everything put up and into the tent we go.&amp;nbsp; I get the sleeping bags out when I realized the floor of the tent is damp.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking water some how got in.&amp;nbsp; No biggy except during the night when, as its pouring cats and dogs outside,&amp;nbsp;Seth says hes cold.&amp;nbsp; So we get up to make sure he's covered and you guess it, his sleeping bag is soaked.&amp;nbsp; The water is only on his side of the tent.&amp;nbsp; We have him come over and he gets in with DJ and starts to warm up. You would think in my dream I could keep my pour kids warm.&amp;nbsp; By 5 the rain stops and we get up at around 6.&amp;nbsp; Spent the morning packing things up, playing on some rope hanging from a tree, shooting the bows and pellet gun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Then at 11 we went for a hike.&amp;nbsp; We came across sooo many different types of mushrooms I've never seen before.&amp;nbsp; It was crazy.&amp;nbsp; Josh and Seth ran to old dead trees and pushed them over.&amp;nbsp;I was actually enjoying this part of my dream, that is until we came to a dirt road and decided to cross.&amp;nbsp; We head a vehicle coming so DJ and Josh ran across the road while Seth and I waited.&amp;nbsp; As the truck drove by, Seth says that looks like our truck, I looked at the back and realized IT WAS OUR TRUCK...someone had figured out how to start the "Back to the Future" starter and was driving away with all our stuff we had packed earlier.&amp;nbsp; DJ takes off running down the road, getting ready to pull his gun and shoot out the tire if he had to when the truck pulls over and turns around...It was my uncle James.&amp;nbsp; Can you say HEART ATTACK!!!&amp;nbsp; My aunt and him and driven up the night before, just in case we didn't get the truck started again.&amp;nbsp; Yes we had a good laugh but oh my heck was our hearts pumping.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We got back to camp and we were visiting and while James and DJ worked on the truck and the end the trip right, it starts to rain.&amp;nbsp; So we loaded everything up and headed back home.&amp;nbsp; The truck had terrible gas mileage so it took a lot of gas to get that beast home...and it didn't like the hills at all.&amp;nbsp; But we finally got home, unloaded, and then returned the truck to James at around 8:30.&amp;nbsp; Back home for a nice long shower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;During that day DJ got a e-mail on his phone...remember the elk bike trailer we were waiting for...It arrived!! A little late ya think!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;We did it, we got DJ to court Monday with no problem!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;THEN I WOKE UP...AND I REALIZED IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE...ALL OF THIS REALLY HAPPENED...AND MORE!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7528876170111709746?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7528876170111709746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7528876170111709746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7528876170111709746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7528876170111709746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/09/other-night-i-had-nightmare.html' title='The other night I had a NIGHTMARE...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3618088260077398789</id><published>2011-07-18T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:13:28.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm complainng again...SO SORRY...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Have you ever said yes you'll do something cuz you've always been taught to say yes to certain things...but, you&amp;nbsp;didn't either feel right about it or you are upset about being asked to do this certain thing or well...whatever!&amp;nbsp; Well that pretty much sums up how&amp;nbsp;I feel about something I said yest to this week.&amp;nbsp; I know I'm a bit vaig on what it is and I'm sure some of you know what I'm talking about...BUT....Well, we will leave it at that for now.&amp;nbsp; I just hope things will change...preferably my mood and attitude...cuz right now its not very good (big shock for some of you who know me)!&amp;nbsp; I'll do what I said I would do and know one will be able to tell how upset I am while I'm doing it but heres looking for my attitude to change soon! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3618088260077398789?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3618088260077398789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3618088260077398789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3618088260077398789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3618088260077398789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/yes-im-complainng-againso-sorry.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m complainng again...SO SORRY...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3578579742479892046</id><published>2011-07-15T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T14:27:24.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mia, Mia, Mia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;If you don't know...Mia is our puppy we got last summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She really is a cute thing and funny...BUT she's crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(I really think her father was a cousin or her mother was an aunt or something).&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; I've blogged and FB about how crazy she is before...BUT not only is she crazy...she's nuts...and so far un trainable and we do try and work with her but to NO end.&amp;nbsp; WELL, I guess thats not completely true.&amp;nbsp; If she is on a leash she does ok walking with you, I guess...But other than that she doesn't listen at all.&amp;nbsp; You try and call her and she thinks your playing and runs around like shes a wild animal and you can't catch her.&amp;nbsp; She jumps on you any time you go outside and will scratch the tar out of you if your not careful.&amp;nbsp; If you let her in the house she NEVER stops running around...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;shes like the energizer bunny...she just keeps going and going and going.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Mickey, my good old dog of almost 19 years, walks around for a bit and then settles down and goes and lays on his bed in the laundry room...BUT not Mia, she thinks its play time and runs around for hours, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER SLOWING DOWN...really HOURS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The other day when she was in, she went into the Living room, which we've tried to teach the dogs if off limits, and got something off the book shelf and started caring it around the house...REALLY off the shelf. Then when I tried to get it from her she thought we were playing!&amp;nbsp; AND today she started jumping on my furniture.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHATS UP WITH THAT!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Oh and the ender of all enders...which got her sent outside...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHE PEED ON MY FLOOR!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; She never let me know she needed out!!!&amp;nbsp;Plus she still does her excitement pee...&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if you look at her there she blows!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;She's driving me CRAZY and yes we all know I didn't have far to go!&amp;nbsp; I don't know whose going to survive her puppy years...me or her!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3578579742479892046?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3578579742479892046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3578579742479892046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3578579742479892046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3578579742479892046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/07/mia-mia-mia.html' title='Mia, Mia, Mia...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7355335030632152468</id><published>2011-06-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T11:00:31.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a short note...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well I call it a short note and we'll see if it is by the time I'm done typing, cuz with me you never know.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I can be a little long winded....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Some of you may notice and some of you may not...BUT the name of by blog..."Stranded in BUCKEYE" has changed...to "Stranded in BUCKEYE...NO MORE".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;This does come with some bittersweet feelings we are sadden to leave some of our friends that we have made in Buckeye.&amp;nbsp; BUT we are still in the Buckeye Stake for church.&amp;nbsp; AND we haven't moved THAT far away... We've moved to the Estrella Hills in Goodyear.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;There were many reasons for our move and I'm not going to go into all the boring details for all of you cuz I would really hate for you to fall asleep while reading my blog and never come back to read more. &amp;nbsp;BUT the Lord still has plans for us in the Buckeye stake...hence the reason I'm still keeping the stranded in Buckeye name...plus, I kind of like it!!!&amp;nbsp; It was the start of my blogging.&amp;nbsp; It has sentimental meaning to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But now here we are in the Estrella hills, for really who knows how long...I guess, until we feel the need to move again...and with us that could be in a few years, or in 10 years, you never know, I'll just put this out there...DJ could retire in 2 years, so who knows what we'll do...maybe move to Gilbert, to be by Jerrae, or Tempe to be by Cayla, or Utah to be in cooler weather that DJ dreams of everyday, or up to WA to by my brother, who knows...its a big world out there! BUT for now we are HERE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7355335030632152468?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7355335030632152468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7355335030632152468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7355335030632152468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7355335030632152468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-short-note.html' title='Just a short note...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1559033469967630438</id><published>2011-04-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T15:53:02.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinklers and A Game of Froger...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Yep, thats what it was...a day of &lt;strong&gt;"Sprinklers and a game of Froger". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Yesterday marked the first game for Joshua and the Jasinski Jaguars Baseball team&amp;nbsp;and even though they got &lt;strong&gt;SQUASHED LIKE A FROG&lt;/strong&gt;, they did really good.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't entirely there fault...the game had some...how shall I put it...mishaps to it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It started out to be a descent game.&amp;nbsp; All the families sitting there watching our boys...cheering our boys...yelling at Seth and the other kids to settle down and to stay out of the way cuz they were crazy, rolling down the hill and running around...when&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...BAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...on came the sprinklers!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Are you kidding&lt;/strong&gt;!&amp;nbsp;And of course everyone went crazy! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Well lucky for us they didn't come on in the field were the game was, but they did come on were we were sitting!&amp;nbsp; The game was able to continue on!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; the sprinklers did reach were our boys were sitting in the dug-out! &lt;strong&gt;UGH!&lt;/strong&gt; They boys on our team&amp;nbsp;had no where to sit!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;SO&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;the families&amp;nbsp;picked&amp;nbsp;up our chairs and moved over a bit...&lt;strong&gt;NO BIGGY&lt;/strong&gt;, right...&lt;strong&gt;WRONG!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;About 10 minutes later another set came on...before the first set turned off, &lt;strong&gt;NO WARNING&lt;/strong&gt;...are you kidding me...so we moved a little bit more.&amp;nbsp; THEN, another 10 minutes...ones behind us turned on...this time hitting us in the head and in the faces...WE ran and pressed ourselves against the fence until we could make&amp;nbsp;our move and then RAN to a dry spot.&amp;nbsp;If we could have taken pictures of each other...One of us was using a chair to try and block the sprinklers from hitting them in the face...that one was funny cuz they couldn't figure out why they kept getting hit until they realized it was going through the mesh part of the chair...a few of us were trying to press ourselves further into the fence...while the people on the other side of the fence, who were safe from the water, were dying of laughter.&amp;nbsp; Then we made the move to safety! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;THEN the phone calls were made...because you know what happen NEXT...yes you guess it...sprinklers came on in the field and stopped the game!&amp;nbsp; We called the maintenance guy for the school, we called the receptionist, we called anyone we had numbers for...&lt;strong&gt;IT PAYS TO KNOW PEOPLE IN HIGH PLACES AT THE SCHOOL!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I can tell you the coach for our team was &lt;strong&gt;NOT happy.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Then I look back over at the fence...&lt;strong&gt;UGH&lt;/strong&gt;...my youngest child...I truly do love his pointed head...he left his chair against the fence...I needed to go and get it cuz we needed to leave soon...so it was time for a game of &lt;strong&gt;LEAP FROG&lt;/strong&gt;...could I make it across without getting wet...My friend did not think so...but I thought I could...so it began...I ran to the fence and waited for the first sprinkler to go, then I ran...stop...go...wait...duck...go...jump...press against the fence...really against the fence...&lt;strong&gt;RUN&lt;/strong&gt;...grab the chair&lt;strong&gt;...NOW BACK...NOT ONCE GETTING WET....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M GOOD....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;WELL, after 25 minutes of &lt;strong&gt;NO PLAYING.&lt;/strong&gt;..the district maintenance guy shows up...he finally gets the sprinklers turned off.&amp;nbsp; Well by this time, I have to leave.&amp;nbsp; I get up to him and he gives me this run around that they aren't even suppose to be on this field playing...funny thing how both schools ended up on this same field and how he was glad it didn't stop their playing for too long...ummmm heeeellllloooo...it was 25 minutes and there really isn't much light left...you goof!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;BUT all in all, it did make for a funny story with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"SPRINKLERS And a GAME OF FROGER"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1559033469967630438?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1559033469967630438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1559033469967630438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1559033469967630438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1559033469967630438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/04/sprinklers-and-game-of-froger.html' title='Sprinklers and A Game of Froger...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5126488179960000860</id><published>2011-03-31T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T12:21:40.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football and Baseball...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;If I didn't think life was crazy before...WELL...it just got CRAZY NOW!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;FOOTBALL and BASEBALL season just started...ugh.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I like both, A LOT, but not when your son...yes, that was son, not son's, decided he wanted to play BOTH.&amp;nbsp; And which sweet son was this that wanted to see how crazy he could drive his mother, well, that would be Joshua.&amp;nbsp; And here I thought he was my reasonable, thoughtful, loving, smart and considerate son.&amp;nbsp; Boy was I wrong!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;So, here is whats happening.&amp;nbsp; Josh wanted to play football, so we signed him up with a football group called Elite.&amp;nbsp;They practice during the week and then have games on the weekend...no biggy, except we didn't know when his practices were, YET. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Then right before spring break, he decided to try out for the school baseball team, and try-outs were right before break and he made it!&amp;nbsp; Those practices go til 5:30 with games on Tue/Thur.&amp;nbsp; But we still didn't know when football would be.&amp;nbsp; Ugh.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lucky for us, the Football couch was willing to work with us and made practices start at 5:45, so we pick up Josh and his friend Austin and off we rush to Indian School rd and Falcon Field for Football practice...but wait, lets not forget that on Wednesdays, Seth has his piano at 4:30 to 5:00...I'm just glad Seth's finished with Soccer...cuz then I'd really go nuts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Lets see if we can keep football and baseball up for 2 months.&amp;nbsp; I guess its good he's young, but I don't know about me.&amp;nbsp; Plus we have Scouts on Tuesdays and whatever else I decide to add with Seths life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I LOVE sports season!! And I love those CRAZY BOYS OF MINE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5126488179960000860?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5126488179960000860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5126488179960000860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5126488179960000860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5126488179960000860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/03/football-and-baseball.html' title='Football and Baseball...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3152936662836795298</id><published>2011-02-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T20:47:07.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I stole Joshua's THUNDER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0xz26ufTgg/TVdhsWi5EtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7iuU3NDeRWY/s1600/josh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0xz26ufTgg/TVdhsWi5EtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7iuU3NDeRWY/s200/josh.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, we are on Day 2 of 3...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;...of what...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;...Well it's called a "MUA" and basically, to put it in my language and where its easy to understand...Some Doctors knock you out and stretch you like a rubber band...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;...and well, thats whats being done to Josh right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yep, he's being&amp;nbsp;stretched like a rubber band! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You see, Josh's tendons are WAY to tight and it prevents him from bending like a normal person or from running like a normal kid.&amp;nbsp; They pull and tug and cause him a lot of pain...But we all know, Josh isn't normal so I guess its ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;He seems to be doing ok with it.&amp;nbsp; Each morning we go and they knock him out and then the do whatever it is that needs to be done...One problem on the first day when they tried to put the IV in they had a hard time so he got stabbed 3 times.&amp;nbsp; Once in each hand and then finally in his arm.&amp;nbsp; Poor kid, maybe next time he'll listen to me when I tell him to drink more!&amp;nbsp; So because they had such a hard time with the IV they are keeping his IV in his arm...it really bugs him so after tomorrow he'll get it taken out, which should make him a happy camper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BUT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;You all know me...I can't let it all be about Josh...I mean REALLY!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So Friday...Day 1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I got up at 5:30 to get ready when...oh wait let me back up a day...Thursday I was sick all day running a low grade fever and having a really bad head cold, I even took Drugs before going to bed and I HATE taking meds...so now back to Friday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I'm getting up to get ready when I started to feel light headed...yep those of you who know me, well you guessed it...I passed out-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;WAIT, not just once but TWICE!!&amp;nbsp; See I had a head cold and I just wasn't doing well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;DJ was suppose to go to drill that morning, but plans where changed and he ended up taking Josh for his first treatment...He was afraid I would pass out while driving him.&amp;nbsp; So he took him while I tried to get back to normal...well what I would call normal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;After Josh was done, DJ headed out of town for guard.&amp;nbsp; He really didn't want to leave us but he had too!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;So I couldn't just let it be all about Josh.&amp;nbsp; I need to be the one who is front and center as always!&amp;nbsp; UGH! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3152936662836795298?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3152936662836795298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3152936662836795298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3152936662836795298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3152936662836795298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-stole-joshuas-thunder.html' title='I stole Joshua&apos;s THUNDER...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-i0xz26ufTgg/TVdhsWi5EtI/AAAAAAAAAuw/7iuU3NDeRWY/s72-c/josh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5031666345145144016</id><published>2011-01-28T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T15:17:34.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays came and went...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well December came and went and lots happened during it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The month started with decorating the Christmas tree.&amp;nbsp; With all the craziness going on in our lives I really didn't think it was going to happen but low and behold it did...but don't tell anyone...January is almost over and it's still up!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMVXGiq4QI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hnBh-yqz500/s1600/DSCN2717.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMVXGiq4QI/AAAAAAAAAsU/hnBh-yqz500/s320/DSCN2717.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMVrgjteJI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6cHpxCMRCEs/s1600/DSCN2721.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMVrgjteJI/AAAAAAAAAsY/6cHpxCMRCEs/s320/DSCN2721.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year Joshua joined the Jasinski basketball team!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If I do say so myself, he was a pretty good player!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMWOloyjGI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8Icy92vFJFY/s1600/DSCN2747.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMWOloyjGI/AAAAAAAAAsc/8Icy92vFJFY/s320/DSCN2747.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Next came our trip to Disneyland with the DeGraffs.&amp;nbsp; This was our 2nd year going with them and celebrating Seth and Ryans(the DeGraffs dad)&amp;nbsp;Birthdays...Seth turning 9 and Ryan...well who knows...we just know that he acts like hes Seths age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It rained on us the whole time we were there.&amp;nbsp; We LOVED it and had so much fun in the rain!! There were a few days we had to go back to our hotel and change our clothes and shoes and then back we went to Disneyland!&amp;nbsp; It was funny cuz there were places at Disneyland that there was NOBODY at...it got kind of SPOOKY!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMWbYBzQ9I/AAAAAAAAAsg/O631_jAr73M/s1600/DSCN2754.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMWbYBzQ9I/AAAAAAAAAsg/O631_jAr73M/s320/DSCN2754.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;If only all the gold was real! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMXEWgztFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/snBizslY9R8/s1600/DSCN2757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMXEWgztFI/AAAAAAAAAsk/snBizslY9R8/s320/DSCN2757.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DJ and Ryan at the Haunted Mansion in the rain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMXR06vD-I/AAAAAAAAAso/1q58ekpfQ9Q/s1600/DSCN2761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMXR06vD-I/AAAAAAAAAso/1q58ekpfQ9Q/s320/DSCN2761.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Syd'a, Seth and Brenna sporting the latest in rain gear! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMXyjGW3bI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ILKJqOlomCU/s1600/DSCN2784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMXyjGW3bI/AAAAAAAAAsw/ILKJqOlomCU/s320/DSCN2784.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh and Seth showing off their rain looks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYEWJNIdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/23xig72ET-Q/s1600/DSCN2803.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYEWJNIdI/AAAAAAAAAs0/23xig72ET-Q/s320/DSCN2803.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seth and Syd'a were always together under the umbrella! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYQM6eaiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/JGNHVt_xPF4/s1600/DSCN2877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYQM6eaiI/AAAAAAAAAs4/JGNHVt_xPF4/s320/DSCN2877.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hansens and DeGraffs in front of the castle at night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYcLiHuqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JF7L3eWji78/s1600/DSCN2878.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYcLiHuqI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JF7L3eWji78/s320/DSCN2878.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We are all wet! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYxx1213I/AAAAAAAAAtA/3nglb5hbigg/s1600/DSCN2886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMYxx1213I/AAAAAAAAAtA/3nglb5hbigg/s320/DSCN2886.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids looking good! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZFOD2xwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qyGpEoSWAEs/s1600/DSCN2900.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZFOD2xwI/AAAAAAAAAtE/qyGpEoSWAEs/s320/DSCN2900.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;After Disneyland came Christmas Eve and the opening of the Christmas PJ's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZVaBpQjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZjaKb2mrqvg/s1600/DSCN2909.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZVaBpQjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ZjaKb2mrqvg/s320/DSCN2909.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas Morning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZtNfCAII/AAAAAAAAAtM/rTf_zKG7pPY/s1600/DSCN2917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZtNfCAII/AAAAAAAAAtM/rTf_zKG7pPY/s320/DSCN2917.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Passing out the gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZ7nxte_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GYpQAEuV0LA/s1600/DSCN2923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMZ7nxte_I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/GYpQAEuV0LA/s320/DSCN2923.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas wouldn't be Christmas if Cayla and Craig weren't there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMaJAhvLgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PFhf8BeOBn8/s1600/DSCN2929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMaJAhvLgI/AAAAAAAAAtU/PFhf8BeOBn8/s320/DSCN2929.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DJ had to work Christmas morning so he headed out around 11 :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMdeF5-_4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/K3MALCno5uw/s1600/DSCN2940.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMdeF5-_4I/AAAAAAAAAtc/K3MALCno5uw/s320/DSCN2940.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa gave us a trip to his WORKSHOP for Christmas.&amp;nbsp; So the day after Christmas we headed up to Greer, AZ were Santa has a portal to his workshop.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMdpF-bAtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/usqIgzFj-ws/s1600/DSCN2948.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMdpF-bAtI/AAAAAAAAAtg/usqIgzFj-ws/s320/DSCN2948.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;On our way to Santa's shop &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMd18M0WFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/4su9ehpl5v8/s1600/DSCN2960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMd18M0WFI/AAAAAAAAAtk/4su9ehpl5v8/s320/DSCN2960.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Santa's work bench &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMeMAt9hjI/AAAAAAAAAto/Igj9gASgOns/s1600/DSCN2968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMeMAt9hjI/AAAAAAAAAto/Igj9gASgOns/s320/DSCN2968.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;DJ helping Santa make toys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMebSNIuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/kJnKxfUxLbc/s1600/DSCN2974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMebSNIuEI/AAAAAAAAAts/kJnKxfUxLbc/s320/DSCN2974.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The boys helping make toys &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMepRmp-rI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pAt0O358rRA/s1600/DSCN3010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMepRmp-rI/AAAAAAAAAtw/pAt0O358rRA/s320/DSCN3010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seeing Santa at the North Pole &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMgz16acQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Hev982p-j1g/s1600/DSCN3011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMgz16acQI/AAAAAAAAAt4/Hev982p-j1g/s320/DSCN3011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMhF5KLddI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QT48phH1Up8/s1600/DSCN3035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMhF5KLddI/AAAAAAAAAt8/QT48phH1Up8/s320/DSCN3035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Having a snow fight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMiu15-cRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/nC-RssBcrSI/s1600/DSCN3045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMiu15-cRI/AAAAAAAAAuE/nC-RssBcrSI/s320/DSCN3045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seth and Mrs. Claus &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMjANy2e6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/-QCrylv-mhM/s1600/DSCN3054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMjANy2e6I/AAAAAAAAAuI/-QCrylv-mhM/s320/DSCN3054.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In our Cabin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMjMspDv_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/OJrYMbfknnE/s1600/DSCN3058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMjMspDv_I/AAAAAAAAAuM/OJrYMbfknnE/s320/DSCN3058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMlLL4orlI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zmv5Ihyzdss/s1600/DSCN3065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMlLL4orlI/AAAAAAAAAuU/zmv5Ihyzdss/s320/DSCN3065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was our own personal cabin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMlhO5evhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/NMrG1zIJPss/s1600/DSCN3085.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMlhO5evhI/AAAAAAAAAuY/NMrG1zIJPss/s320/DSCN3085.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This lake was frozen!&amp;nbsp; The boys were trying to break it but couldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMnFSg_AAI/AAAAAAAAAug/kgX0ynmBHrw/s1600/DSCN3101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TUMnFSg_AAI/AAAAAAAAAug/kgX0ynmBHrw/s320/DSCN3101.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I will NOT say &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"What else could go wrong?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Cuz you know when you say that, thats when more stuff happens!&amp;nbsp; But I will say...This year has not started out on the right foot for our family...OK, it pretty much sucks.&amp;nbsp; But I guess if it starts out as a bad year, it surely has to become a better year, RIGHT?&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Oh heck, who am I kidding, this is my family and we really do have rotten luck with stuff!&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; But hey&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."IT'S ALL GOOD!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Lets re-cap the year so far...And while I re-cap I'll sit here eating my chips, drinking my water, and having a really good laugh...cuz thats about all one can do!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;NO, really everyone&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"IT'S ALL GOOD...LIFE IS GRAND!!&amp;nbsp; YOU JUST HAVE TO LAUGH AT IT ALL!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well...to be honest, most of this stuff is happening to DJ, but there is stuff happening to me and the boys that I wont put down just yet!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;SO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 1st...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR...2011...Everyones happy...You stayed up late to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; Well not us.&amp;nbsp; You see DJ had to work (just like on Christmas Day...joy be), SOOOOO, we called it an early night, but the boys and I still were up at midnight, they watched a movie and we said our HAPPY NEW YEAR...and then it was off to bed for them. Well camping out in the toy room that night.&amp;nbsp; DJ got up at 4:30, thats a.m. and left our house and headed to the stadium for work.&amp;nbsp; At 5, again, thats a.m. my cell phone rings...nice guy, he didn't want to wake the boys, but had not trouble waking me.&amp;nbsp; Anywho, as he was driving down the road the oil light came on and then the check engine light came on and then the car died...dead...no longer running.&amp;nbsp; The engine seized.&amp;nbsp; About 9 miles from home.&amp;nbsp; So up I get, and off I go to pick him up and take him to his job.&amp;nbsp; Then back home and of course I can't go back to bed.&amp;nbsp; UGH!!&amp;nbsp; That night I pick him up and we tow the car home.&amp;nbsp; It took us almost an hour to tow the car home going 15 miles per hour.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;NOW THAT WAS FUN!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;January 2nd...&lt;/span&gt;DJ spent the day eating peanut brittle and that night I made a ham.&amp;nbsp; No reason for making it other then I felt like it.&amp;nbsp; After dinner DJ was de-boning the ham (which means he was eating most of eat) when he comes and tells me, "I think I broke my tooth, yep, I'm pretty sure this is half of my tooth."&amp;nbsp; He bit into a piece of bone that he thought was meat and broke half of his back molar.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;January 3rd...&lt;/span&gt;School starts!!&amp;nbsp; Now most moms JUMP FOR JOY on this day, but I'm just as bad as the kids when this day comes!&amp;nbsp; WHY?&amp;nbsp; Cuz I'm at the school almost as much as they are!&amp;nbsp; Plus, right now, I just don't like their school, so UGH...SCHOOL!!&amp;nbsp; Whens the next break!?!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...Called the Dentist and they get&amp;nbsp;DJ in and inform that he broke it all the way down to the bone!&amp;nbsp; I mean really if your going to break something you might as well do it good!!&amp;nbsp; And well, he did!!&amp;nbsp; So they have to pull it!&amp;nbsp; It took over 3 hours...why, well, while they were pulling it, the tooth kept falling apart and pushing into his bone.&amp;nbsp; Finally the dentist stoped and ended up leaving some of the tooth in his jaw and said if he messes too much with it there might be nerve damage done, so he needs to show the ex rays to the oral surgeon...NOW, I would have been ok with his nerves being numb in that area cuz then I could slap him silly!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Now that would have been&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FUN!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;BUT, while DJ was at the dentist I got THE CALL!!&amp;nbsp; What call you ask...well we had the car towed from our house to our repair guy.&amp;nbsp; So thats the call and we were so hoping it wasn't that bad but it was...We had lent our car out for a long while and it had an oil leak and oil didn't get put in and the car was bone dry.&amp;nbsp; So when DJ got the car a few days ago, the oil light came on, he checked it, and put oil in it and got the oil changed...all well and good, but a little to late.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They had been driving with no oil for who knows how long!&amp;nbsp;Oh well, life goes on...SO NOW, I get THE CALL, the call telling me the damage and the among...over $2,000...ugh...I just wanted to cry...oh wait, I did!&amp;nbsp; So much for catching things up for the new year!&amp;nbsp; Oh well thats life!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;But I thought life was suppose to be&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FUN! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;January 4th...&lt;/span&gt;DJ's been having some pains in his feet (probably from kicking me all the time), so off to the foot doctor.&amp;nbsp; I take him cuz&lt;em&gt; I KNOW WHAT THERE GONNA DOOOOO&lt;/em&gt;...Inflamed nerves...Cortizone injections, in BOTH feet!!&amp;nbsp; Yep, thats what they did...&lt;strong&gt;FUN FUN FUN!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;January 5th...&lt;/span&gt;There was a BIG and when I say BIG mix up at work...I can't really write about it...but its pretty serious!!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;This was&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;NOT FUN!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;January 6th...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Poor Poor DJ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Off to another Doctor.&amp;nbsp; I'm telling you, you don't want to get old.&amp;nbsp; He has a cyst on his back.&amp;nbsp; He's had it for awhile, no biggy, but lately hes been having headaches.&amp;nbsp; Well this cyst is right at the base of his neck, so it could be causing them.&amp;nbsp; So he goes hoping&amp;nbsp;to have it removed...NO good...it might be attached to something so next week&amp;nbsp;he gets to have surgery!&amp;nbsp; Also he mouth started hurting more&amp;nbsp;so he looks in at&amp;nbsp;where they pulled that tooth and notices something...he can see his JAW BONE...yes his bone sticking up.&amp;nbsp; So he calles the Dentist and back in&amp;nbsp;he goes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And yep, thats his Jaw bone!&amp;nbsp; They called it something&amp;nbsp;but I don't remember what. &lt;strong&gt;I really don't think he is having very much FUN right now!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;January 7th...&lt;/span&gt;7a.m the phone rings and its the Dentist office calling...The oral surgeon can get DJ in to remove the rest of that tooth and grind his jaw bone down at 10:30...&lt;strong&gt;Now that sounds like a lot of FUN, doesn't it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial;"&gt;The sad part is next week really doesn't look much better...Its really FUNNY when you can look at the next week and can tell that things are already going to be happening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;During&amp;nbsp;all of this week, I&amp;nbsp;had Doctors appointments that we are trying to shuffle around DJ's times so I can drive him.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Josh and Seth had their appointments and scouts and&amp;nbsp;all that stuff. Plus all the stuff we are dealing with the school.&amp;nbsp; And we have put our place up for rent and looking for a new house...shesh...&lt;strong&gt;Can we just say this&amp;nbsp;NEW YEAR HAS BEEN LOADS OF LAUGHTER AND FUN in our family!&amp;nbsp; But I wont say...WHAT ELSE COULD GO WRONG...Cuz I'm afraid&amp;nbsp;of what would!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-9055887236462378682?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/9055887236462378682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=9055887236462378682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/9055887236462378682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/9055887236462378682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2011/01/dont-saywhat-else-could-go-wrong.html' title='Don&apos;t say...What else could go wrong...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5892748900341535859</id><published>2010-12-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T16:19:06.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its one of the worst I've been in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Now I have to warn you...I've been a really bad mom, cuz my kids have moved around a lot...been in LOTS of school districts!&amp;nbsp; I know thats really bad!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;By the time Cayla was in 8th grade she'd already been in 8 or more schools.&amp;nbsp; I know PRETTY BAD!&amp;nbsp; But she always managed to do good!&amp;nbsp; It was because we lucked out and got great teachers!&amp;nbsp; I loved getting teachers that we got really closed with and that really wanted to work with us!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It was the same with Josh...Hes been in 5 school, Not as many but still....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;All these school have been in different school districts...Most of them NOT very good districts, Cartright, Pendergast, Littleton, Tolleson...We are talking some pretty bad districts.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;WELL NONE OF THESE COME CLOSE TO WHAT THE BUCKEYE DISTRICT HAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;It is by far the WORST district my children have EVER been in!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I know I'm venting...but if I can't vent here where else can I vent...oh to my hubby, to my mom, to my friend Teresa, to all my other friends, to my family...well I guess I vent a little tooo&amp;nbsp; much!&amp;nbsp;Oh well, you all can just deal with my venting. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;But really, this last two years in Buckeye district have been unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; I can't believe some of the things this district allows.&amp;nbsp; If you knew what I knew you'd been in an uproar!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;I always thought that schools and districts where suppose to have the well being of the children at hand, not there own, but I'm learning first hand that thats not the way it is here.&amp;nbsp; They don't want any negative publicity so they don't do anything that might cause it...like fire teachers if they can avoid it, or take care of bullying issues!&amp;nbsp; They have NO problem interview children with the police without calling the parents to notify them about it (yep happened to my kid when he saw someone selling drugs last year...thats only one things thats happened).&amp;nbsp; I'm telling you this district is messed up!&amp;nbsp; But I'm sure I don't have to tell most of you!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Ok, I'll stop my venting, well for now!&amp;nbsp; But I'm sure I'll write more later, cuz I always do!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5892748900341535859?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5892748900341535859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5892748900341535859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5892748900341535859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5892748900341535859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-one-of-worst-ive-been-in.html' title='Its one of the worst I&apos;ve been in...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7157318204164325951</id><published>2010-12-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T10:29:45.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you EVERYONE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkz3ryjOqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7wc1vVyr8-I/s1600/DSCN2525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkz3ryjOqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7wc1vVyr8-I/s320/DSCN2525.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;I just wanted to Thank everyone who helped in one way or another with the Wedding....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-large;"&gt;It turned out to be a PERFECT DAY with your help!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkzb64k0SI/AAAAAAAAAro/EZHN2admge4/s1600/DSCN2414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkzb64k0SI/AAAAAAAAAro/EZHN2admge4/s320/DSCN2414.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkzqQxSKLI/AAAAAAAAArs/Rhzu1o2Teas/s1600/DSCN2442.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkzqQxSKLI/AAAAAAAAArs/Rhzu1o2Teas/s320/DSCN2442.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some of you helped with sewing the dresses...A HUGE thank you to you all!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some lent us items for the reception...it would not have turned out as beautiful without your kindness in letting us borrow things...Thank you to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPk1GfpbcjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/LRPBG1GVmoE/s1600/DSCN2590.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPk1GfpbcjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/LRPBG1GVmoE/s320/DSCN2590.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Some helped in Serving and cleaning up...Again, freeing me to be the mother of the bride!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A Thank you to you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkzuQzcG-I/AAAAAAAAArw/T3cjUSHGhII/s1600/DSCN2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkzuQzcG-I/AAAAAAAAArw/T3cjUSHGhII/s320/DSCN2514.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And a Thank you to everyone that came to BRIDAL SHOWER...it was crazy and fun with all of the support Cayla received that day...Thank you everyone!&amp;nbsp; (But you all didn't eat enough food!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;And then Thank you to everyone for picking up the slack since I've been a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #a64d79;"&gt;CRAZED MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lately! Your all wonderful to help in one way or another....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPk1YCI10GI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kTy6_fcJ7Qs/s1600/DSCN2404.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPk1YCI10GI/AAAAAAAAAsA/kTy6_fcJ7Qs/s320/DSCN2404.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPk0D1B1gRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/mxyep8Jbt7Q/s1600/DSCN2541.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPk0D1B1gRI/AAAAAAAAAr4/mxyep8Jbt7Q/s320/DSCN2541.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;And the BIGGEST THANK YOU of all is to ALL of you who have had a hand in helping me raise such a perfect daughter!!! She is who she is today because of all the wonderful people she has had in her life!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Thank you EVERYONE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7157318204164325951?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7157318204164325951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7157318204164325951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7157318204164325951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7157318204164325951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/thank-you-everyone.html' title='Thank you EVERYONE!!'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkz3ryjOqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/7wc1vVyr8-I/s72-c/DSCN2525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-936199750060056926</id><published>2010-12-03T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:48:56.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wedding....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well the marriage between Cayla Janay and Craig Gassaway went off without a hitch!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone looked beautiful and the weather was perfect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknI_yomoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jh0Hzq_8qAk/s1600/DSCN2486.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknI_yomoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jh0Hzq_8qAk/s320/DSCN2486.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Mr. &amp;amp; Mrs. Craig Gassaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkkyc0rwFI/AAAAAAAAAqI/yCtLrwQTr6c/s200/DSCN2399.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkkeJaSnAI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rWOhcoimaxk/s1600/DSCN2394.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkkeJaSnAI/AAAAAAAAAqE/rWOhcoimaxk/s200/DSCN2394.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPklPiiP39I/AAAAAAAAAqM/zY51AfrxCg0/s200/DSCN2401.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Its nice to know we can all clean up and look nice once in awhile!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknZUzP6cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/S_L2uMFSgP8/s1600/DSCN2475.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknZUzP6cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/S_L2uMFSgP8/s320/DSCN2475.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cayla made the perfect BRIDE!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPklv5_40OI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DxEAcreQGOE/s1600/DSCN2432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPklv5_40OI/AAAAAAAAAqU/DxEAcreQGOE/s320/DSCN2432.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkmA3zN-iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7v1x1ZegA5s/s1600/DSCN2439+-+Copy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkmA3zN-iI/AAAAAAAAAqY/7v1x1ZegA5s/s320/DSCN2439+-+Copy.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;My little PILLS are growing up!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkmOyRHk5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/QWUK6fyWkBk/s1600/DSCN2444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkmOyRHk5I/AAAAAAAAAqc/QWUK6fyWkBk/s320/DSCN2444.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;The wedding party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkmf5zJ9XI/AAAAAAAAAqg/K5bxhJrKUQ0/s1600/DSCN2446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkmf5zJ9XI/AAAAAAAAAqg/K5bxhJrKUQ0/s320/DSCN2446.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkm1Drk8VI/AAAAAAAAAqk/crFxwmR9q3o/s1600/DSCN2450.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkm1Drk8VI/AAAAAAAAAqk/crFxwmR9q3o/s320/DSCN2450.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, that is my little baby girl...all grown up and getting married! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkm6yFoA9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/hurVJWQ9XLw/s1600/DSCN2472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkm6yFoA9I/AAAAAAAAAqo/hurVJWQ9XLw/s320/DSCN2472.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lets show a little SASSYNESS!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkniPmOT3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/XpxDjcFI7KU/s1600/DSCN2531.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkniPmOT3I/AAAAAAAAAq8/XpxDjcFI7KU/s320/DSCN2531.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She just needed to sit down, so she did!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknlcFc3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/7GBujgRTbk8/s1600/DSCN2534.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknlcFc3pI/AAAAAAAAArA/7GBujgRTbk8/s320/DSCN2534.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknoBCvRtI/AAAAAAAAArE/7hq2RNcNC0s/s1600/DSCN2555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknoBCvRtI/AAAAAAAAArE/7hq2RNcNC0s/s320/DSCN2555.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknrGghypI/AAAAAAAAArI/VAH1trRYWPY/s1600/DSCN2587.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknrGghypI/AAAAAAAAArI/VAH1trRYWPY/s320/DSCN2587.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknt1KWldI/AAAAAAAAArM/zOwFasdyTmc/s1600/DSCN2508.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknt1KWldI/AAAAAAAAArM/zOwFasdyTmc/s320/DSCN2508.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkncWvwYgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cSn2yWtKDOA/s1600/DSCN2496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPkncWvwYgI/AAAAAAAAAq0/cSn2yWtKDOA/s320/DSCN2496.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknfJCn0mI/AAAAAAAAAq4/z7bZ6PpEH34/s1600/DSCN2502.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknfJCn0mI/AAAAAAAAAq4/z7bZ6PpEH34/s320/DSCN2502.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In about a week or so you can go on line and check out more pictures from the wedding...just go to Kissablephotos.com. In fact you can check out there engagment pictures now, if you'd like to see more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thanks to EVERYONE who help make this day happen...without friends and family it never would have happened!&amp;nbsp; Thank you, you're all AMAZING!!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-936199750060056926?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/936199750060056926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=936199750060056926' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/936199750060056926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/936199750060056926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/12/wedding.html' title='The Wedding....'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TPknI_yomoI/AAAAAAAAAqs/jh0Hzq_8qAk/s72-c/DSCN2486.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5803277861261143227</id><published>2010-11-14T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:42:44.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We did it...we did it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC0zlWwe-I/AAAAAAAAApc/nVGCvhH60pI/s1600/one+of+the+buildings.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC0zlWwe-I/AAAAAAAAApc/nVGCvhH60pI/s320/one+of+the+buildings.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One of two buildings we climbed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC05YRr_kI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZnUHsdYBZJs/s1600/149269_1632468818800_1449044218_31583903_8088970_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC05YRr_kI/AAAAAAAAApg/ZnUHsdYBZJs/s320/149269_1632468818800_1449044218_31583903_8088970_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Katie, Teresa, Me and Windy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;SO last week was the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;BIG VERTICAL MARATHON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;for the American Lung Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;and since I'm blogging about it...&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I must of lived...BARELY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;It was a very close call...whether I lived or not...that is!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;The vertical climb was &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; We did Great!!&amp;nbsp; Me, Teresa, Katie, and Windy!!&amp;nbsp; We worked hard and we finished something BIG!!&amp;nbsp; 53 flights of stairs and OVER 1200 steps...now thats crazy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Our team name...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VERTICALLY CHALLENGED....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Yep...that was me and Teresa...we were vertically challenged...Don't laugh, it was true.&amp;nbsp; We just knew that one of us would fall and drag the other one down with them.&amp;nbsp; It was just a matter of who was going to do the falling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;With that in mind, we started training for this a few months ago....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;BUT now its back to the gym to train for NEXT year...Anyone want to join us...it was a lot of fun...for a worthy cause....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;I know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE'RE CRAZY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT WE HAVE FUN DOING IT TOGETHER!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC42ojYldI/AAAAAAAAApk/eURlhHSW2qA/s1600/View+from+the+top.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC42ojYldI/AAAAAAAAApk/eURlhHSW2qA/s320/View+from+the+top.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;View from the top&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC47xm_5-I/AAAAAAAAApo/MZ76VrqGeXA/s1600/We+made+it.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC47xm_5-I/AAAAAAAAApo/MZ76VrqGeXA/s320/We+made+it.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE DID IT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5803277861261143227?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5803277861261143227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5803277861261143227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5803277861261143227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5803277861261143227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-did-itwe-did-it.html' title='We did it...we did it!!!'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOC0zlWwe-I/AAAAAAAAApc/nVGCvhH60pI/s72-c/one+of+the+buildings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1649025621919152318</id><published>2010-11-14T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:53:12.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One daughter...Two boys...THANK GOODNESS....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOCV4ROlxeI/AAAAAAAAApY/teEoOXNidsA/s1600/1062692795_cayla_engagement-238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOCV4ROlxeI/AAAAAAAAApY/teEoOXNidsA/s400/1062692795_cayla_engagement-238.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(photo by Chris at kissablephotos.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Its November and the STRESS LEVEL is about as HIGH as you can go right now...no joke it really is!!!&amp;nbsp; We are going 90 miles an hour at our house, as I'm sure everyone is at this time of year...cuz after all, just in case you didn't know...IT'S THE HOLIDAY SEASON!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;But lets take the Hansen's craziness up one more level and add Cayla &amp;amp; Craigs wedding!!!&amp;nbsp; And WOW...My life is MORE NUTS then it already is...yes I know its hard to believe!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;At this point I can tell you that I have gotten the flowers done...good thing...and all the invitations are done and in the mail...if you didn't get one...I AM SOOOOO SORRY, after all this is my mind we are dealing with and I can't remember my name let alone everyone else....BUT after the flowers and the invitations, I'm just not sure what to do!!!&amp;nbsp; It's all kind of a BLURR!!!&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure what I have and what I don't have...heck, maybe I have nothing...no joke!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Yes, can we say stressed out about reception and food...YEP...that would totally be me!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Thanks to everyone whos offered to help, but to be honest, with school, church, marathon, and everything else (long story), I'm not sure about how it's gonna look!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;If anything---Cayla will look beautiful...and the flowers will look SO-SO and well...everything else will be...ummmm....well....Just there =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;I'm just glad I only have one daughter and two boys...Thank goodness!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1649025621919152318?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1649025621919152318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1649025621919152318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1649025621919152318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1649025621919152318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/11/one-daughtertwo-boysthank-goodness.html' title='One daughter...Two boys...THANK GOODNESS....'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TOCV4ROlxeI/AAAAAAAAApY/teEoOXNidsA/s72-c/1062692795_cayla_engagement-238.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-2492358559670566802</id><published>2010-10-25T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T21:57:22.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bridal Shower for Cayla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZclx45vbI/AAAAAAAAApM/_nwdyLlArrQ/s1600/1062673496_cayla_engagement-015-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZclx45vbI/AAAAAAAAApM/_nwdyLlArrQ/s320/1062673496_cayla_engagement-015-2.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;We're just weeks away till &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CAYLA JANAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;becomes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAYLA GASSAWAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Join us for an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;OPEN HOUSE BRIDAL SHOWER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;CELEBRATE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;her BIG DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(photos by Kissablephotos.com)&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;November 20th &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;From 10:00 a.m to 12:00 p.m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;At the Hansen Home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;24754 W. Jones Way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Buckeye, Az&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZahXdFNpI/AAAAAAAAApI/RrvhSw3WAMU/s1600/1062672735_cayla_engagement-012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZahXdFNpI/AAAAAAAAApI/RrvhSw3WAMU/s320/1062672735_cayla_engagement-012.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(photo by Kissablephotos.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Come and laugh, eat and spend time with Cayla before her BIG day!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZdAsLtT9I/AAAAAAAAApU/QzUcFmIxTuc/s1600/1062681095_cayla_engagement-093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZdAsLtT9I/AAAAAAAAApU/QzUcFmIxTuc/s320/1062681095_cayla_engagement-093.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(photo by Kissablephotos.com)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia; font-size: large;"&gt;Hosted by:&amp;nbsp; Jerrea Wilson and Suzi Hansen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Registered at Target and Bed, Bath and Beyond!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-2492358559670566802?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2492358559670566802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=2492358559670566802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/2492358559670566802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/2492358559670566802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/10/bridal-party-for-cayla.html' title='Bridal Shower for Cayla...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TMZclx45vbI/AAAAAAAAApM/_nwdyLlArrQ/s72-c/1062673496_cayla_engagement-015-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-4789075683888587626</id><published>2010-09-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T20:14:07.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Zone...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Yesterday was the &lt;strong&gt;TWILIGHT ZONE&lt;/strong&gt; day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;These stories are real, the people in them are real, the faces are real.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;ou are now&lt;strong&gt; ENTERING THE TWILIGHT ZONE....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;If it could happen...it happen...and I don't mean in a good way!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;So it started out as a typical ordinary day.&amp;nbsp; I woke up, got the boys up, got dress to go train for the vertical marathon that I'm training for in November...yes, I am really crazy and have lost my mind!!...and headed out the door!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;At the gym, Teresa and I start our stair climb.&amp;nbsp; You see that's what a vertical marathon is.&amp;nbsp; 53 flights of stairs, 1,272 steps...and we are doing this for the American Lung Association...yes we are CRAZY!&amp;nbsp; BUT we have made it to 74 flights of stairs...1,5000 steps...oh yeah baby!!!&amp;nbsp; WE ROCK...and we both have BAD knees...she has had hers re-done and I've broken mine...so if we can do it anyone can...so enough on that...well maybe not...but for now!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;So we are at the gym and while we are working out we are talking about all the problems we are having with PTSA...it always seems like we have things happen on Tuesdays and it drives us crazy.&amp;nbsp; Teresa informs me that we got a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;bunch&lt;/span&gt; of bounced checks back from our fundraiser...ugh...teachers are wanting things about our up coming carnival...ugh...our t-shirt guy completely changed the design we wanted for our carnival t's...ugh...just everything was going wrong...but we were taking time for ourselves and working out! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;So we finished early on Tuesday so we could go and order our bountiful basket...cuz the run out fast in Goodyear...then I go and shower.&amp;nbsp; After I shower I was heading over to a friends to discuss wedding stuff, was running a few minutes late and when I got there she wasn't home...ugh...my bad...but while I was there, I get a call from Naomi at the school...Josh got hurt, again, in PE (it's always PE), and they wanted to let me know, cuz it looked kind of bad.&amp;nbsp; He jammed his finger.&amp;nbsp; So I told them I wasn't in the area, so could the tape it, ice it, give him drugs and see if he would be ok.&amp;nbsp; And there you have it.&amp;nbsp; Off he went to class.&amp;nbsp; Well I headed over to the school and the called him up front and while I was looking at his finger it doubled in size...it was kind of cool...I called my resident DR...aka...Teresa (flight medic)&amp;nbsp;and she said if it swelling still I should take him in, better safe then sorry.&amp;nbsp; So off we went to Urgent Care.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;After x-rays...he broke it...not jammed it like I thought, right above the growth plate, in the joint at what they call at 30% brake, which means...we need to see a specialist...so&amp;nbsp; much fun!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Then, Cayla shows up that night to pick Seth up from Cub scouts and drop Josh off at scouts cuz I have meetings and she has a heating pad on her neck and informs me that she hurt herself at work while playing...ready for it..."Duck, Duck, Goose"...she got "Goosed"...she works at a place called the "Little Gym" and when you get "Goosed"&amp;nbsp;you do a roll out and when she did her neck locked up and she couldn't move it and she said it was the worst pain she ever felt...she wanted to scream and cry at the same time, but she was being evaluated and could stop or do anything.&amp;nbsp; It was pretty bad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;But to add to the whole twilight zone night.&amp;nbsp; My friend Teresa...She was at football practice for her soon Austin with all her kids when her daughter Syd'a fell riding her scooter...no biggy until later when she tried lifting her scooter up and she couldn't...Teresa and Ryan (dad) looked at her wrist, cuz she was crying at this point and realized that she might have broken it!&amp;nbsp; At that exact same time another parent came up to then and said hey your son Austin just got hurt, he jammed his finger.&amp;nbsp; They ignored the finger, thinking it was no big deal.&amp;nbsp; So they took Syd'a to the Drs and yep...its broken and they have to see a specialist...then they got looking at Austin and decided to take him in and guess what!!&amp;nbsp; Thats right...its the exact same break as Josh...so yep...they have to go see as specialist.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Well, that leaves two of our kids...Seth and Brenna that didn't get hurt yesterday!&amp;nbsp; We really feel the need to rap them in bubble&amp;nbsp;packing&amp;nbsp;tape and lock them in a&amp;nbsp;padded room so they wont get hurt.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Poor Josh, today at school, hit his finger and head and felt it pop...went to the nurse and got more drugs and ice...then tonight...oh boy did he done do it good...I'm thinking they might have to take more x-rays...his whole hand is big now...and he can't even move the tip of his finger now...Seth hit his hand and it took him down!&amp;nbsp; Oh boy was it bad!!&amp;nbsp; Josh screamed and Seth felt bad, everyone was crying...Josh is hand is now purple!&amp;nbsp; Tomorrow at the specialist should be interesting.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;Then I went to church yesterday&amp;nbsp;and...thats a whole&amp;nbsp;nother story that I really can't share...BUT I will say...it's a good thing...THE CHURCH IS TRUE!!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And you have now LEFT...THE TWILIGHT ZONE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-4789075683888587626?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4789075683888587626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=4789075683888587626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/4789075683888587626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/4789075683888587626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/twilight-zone.html' title='Twilight Zone...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8416262082984595033</id><published>2010-09-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:55:58.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;DJ comes in this morning and tells me that while he was working the ASU game last night, as a cop mind you,&amp;nbsp;something funny happened...And let me tell you while he was telling me...I did laugh!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;So he's standing in the street, directing traffic, watching people leave the game...and he notices that some girls are going the opposite way of traffic, back towards the stadium...NO BIGGY he thinks, their not doing anything wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;A few minutes later...he has a college student kind of leaning against him...and she looks up at him and asks&lt;em&gt;..."Are you married?"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Of course he answers right away &lt;em&gt;"AH YES!!!"&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; She says, &lt;em&gt;"thats too bad cuz your really cute!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;Insert me laughing so hard&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..."laugh*laugh*laugh*laugh"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;wait one more laugh&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;..."laugh!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;DJ says he looked a little shocked that a college student was hitting on him...and then she walked away!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;After my initial laugh...&lt;strong&gt;I said at least my hubby still has it!&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Really after all these years, college&amp;nbsp;girls are still looking at him...or was she dared...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04;"&gt;lets just believe that my hubby still has it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8416262082984595033?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8416262082984595033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8416262082984595033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8416262082984595033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8416262082984595033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny-thing.html' title='Funny thing...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-226754047873381253</id><published>2010-09-26T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T09:45:54.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever noticed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;...Or maybe you haven't and it's just me &lt;em&gt;(more then likely thats it&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but have you ever noticed that when your unhappy with yourself...your unhappy with the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Well, I have cuz thats the state I've been in for a while!!!&amp;nbsp; Somehow I need to work on my own happiness so that I can find joy around me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Easier said then done!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I really hate being in this funk and I'm sure I'll get out of it...just need to find a better way to deal with my stress then the way I've been dealing!&amp;nbsp; Cuz the way I'm dealing with it, is why I'm unhappy right now with myself!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sure everyone gets this way at some point...But then again maybe not...but this is my time &lt;em&gt;(again)...&lt;/em&gt;just gotta work my way out of it somehow and work on my self esteem...cuz right now, it's petty much gone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Thanks for letting me have myself pity party...needed to get it out and now I'm good!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-226754047873381253?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/226754047873381253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=226754047873381253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/226754047873381253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/226754047873381253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-you-ever-noticed.html' title='Have you ever noticed...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5630053699641525072</id><published>2010-09-25T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:56:37.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...the Prophet said to plant a garden...and remember that is what we did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, here are picks of a garden...I was so excited to get all the food...and we still are...Summer is over and its still going...I LOVE IT!!!&amp;nbsp; Can't wait til its time to plant again!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7exGkT0AI/AAAAAAAAAow/7sERGPuN02o/s1600/DSCN1368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7exGkT0AI/AAAAAAAAAow/7sERGPuN02o/s320/DSCN1368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7e9Y3LS5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/3tgrqjQj7MY/s1600/DSCN1372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7e9Y3LS5I/AAAAAAAAAo0/3tgrqjQj7MY/s320/DSCN1372.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fK_A1goI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9_XU8mMnWaA/s1600/DSCN1369.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fK_A1goI/AAAAAAAAAo4/9_XU8mMnWaA/s320/DSCN1369.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had cucumbers growing out of our ears....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fW7NSJoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/D2WgIfzhG3M/s1600/DSCN1376.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fW7NSJoI/AAAAAAAAAo8/D2WgIfzhG3M/s320/DSCN1376.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The pumpkins were growing in the yard...it was pretty cool! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fjpSg4FI/AAAAAAAAApA/nexh6Y2cLe4/s1600/DSCN1380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fjpSg4FI/AAAAAAAAApA/nexh6Y2cLe4/s320/DSCN1380.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't that the cutest little pumpkin you ever did see!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fxVcLPNI/AAAAAAAAApE/ETuWeICs9nk/s1600/DSCN1381.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7fxVcLPNI/AAAAAAAAApE/ETuWeICs9nk/s320/DSCN1381.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We had every&amp;nbsp;color of pepper you could think of growing...this is only two types...it was a rainbow of colors! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5630053699641525072?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5630053699641525072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5630053699641525072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5630053699641525072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5630053699641525072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/remember-when.html' title='Remember when...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7exGkT0AI/AAAAAAAAAow/7sERGPuN02o/s72-c/DSCN1368.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1712909361649420481</id><published>2010-09-25T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:45:10.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're all together...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Its been&amp;nbsp;a few years since the whole family was together....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Theres been times that everyone was up at Kims...except us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or Kim was down here in Phoenix...but no Dan!&amp;nbsp; Or visa versa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So even though it was a sad thing that brought us all together...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It brought us all together!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7cuDViD_I/AAAAAAAAAos/7hDVMjFWlq4/s1600/DSCN1277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7cuDViD_I/AAAAAAAAAos/7hDVMjFWlq4/s320/DSCN1277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;Dad, Mom, Kim, Me, and Dan!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;Wish I could see them more...all of them!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;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;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1712909361649420481?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1712909361649420481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1712909361649420481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1712909361649420481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1712909361649420481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/were-all-together.html' title='We&apos;re all together...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7cuDViD_I/AAAAAAAAAos/7hDVMjFWlq4/s72-c/DSCN1277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5144215710194863081</id><published>2010-09-25T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:45:52.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new addition to the family...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...NO, I'm not pregnant!!!&amp;nbsp; Are you crazy!!!&amp;nbsp; How could you even think that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well for those of you that know we have a dog, a black lab...his name is Mickey and well, he's getting pretty old...almost 18 years old.&amp;nbsp; He's still alive and kicking but we do worry about him....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Soooo we decided to get a second dog...We've always had a lot of dogs until a few years ago, so Mickeys been kind of lonely...now he has a play mate... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Her name is Mia...you see we name all our animals from Disney &lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;characters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and Mia is from Princess Diaries.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;She is a little cutie...but I don't think she will ever learn ANYTHING...She drives me batty...oh wait, I'm already batty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7AB_gnn2I/AAAAAAAAAog/kgQNhG4-auc/s1600/DSCN1109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7AB_gnn2I/AAAAAAAAAog/kgQNhG4-auc/s320/DSCN1109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't let her cuteness fool you...shes CRAZY and WILD!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7AO2gH_hI/AAAAAAAAAok/sDBrK1xI1Ck/s1600/DSCN1110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7AO2gH_hI/AAAAAAAAAok/sDBrK1xI1Ck/s320/DSCN1110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5144215710194863081?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5144215710194863081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5144215710194863081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5144215710194863081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5144215710194863081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-addition-to-family.html' title='The new addition to the family...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7AB_gnn2I/AAAAAAAAAog/kgQNhG4-auc/s72-c/DSCN1109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8895371521621300150</id><published>2010-09-25T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:37:29.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Papa!!</title><content type='html'>Another major event that took place this summer was in June...My grandpa, the kids great-grandpa past away!&amp;nbsp; James Carroll, know by everyone as Jim past away on Wed., June 2.&amp;nbsp; The kids have always called him big papa and he was always my boodia.&amp;nbsp; He was an amazing grandpa who loved his grandkids and great-grandkids to death.&amp;nbsp; When little kids saw him they always thought he was Santa Claus cuz he had the big beard and even bigger belly.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His funeral was very special...we got to see something that not many people get to experience...a 21 gun salute...Grandpa use to be in the Navy, so my mom was able to arrange for this to happen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64RBimq4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qlF7b_9wtWY/s1600/DSCN1125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64RBimq4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qlF7b_9wtWY/s320/DSCN1125.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64eULhqKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AbSThr5dBrk/s1600/DSCN1126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64eULhqKI/AAAAAAAAAnU/AbSThr5dBrk/s320/DSCN1126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64qfv7gmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/rleD0klpvuQ/s1600/DSCN1133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64qfv7gmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/rleD0klpvuQ/s320/DSCN1133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is my Uncle Denny, Uncle James, my brother Dan, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my cousin Anthony, DJ, and my dad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ643Ljw-UI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vLYTazV-eYs/s1600/DSCN1135.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ643Ljw-UI/AAAAAAAAAnc/vLYTazV-eYs/s320/DSCN1135.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was very hot and bright out...but I think the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;glasses help hide the tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65Dzwfl1I/AAAAAAAAAng/GGPvvTtHjMI/s1600/DSCN1145.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65Dzwfl1I/AAAAAAAAAng/GGPvvTtHjMI/s320/DSCN1145.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, I know hes sideways, but I didn't rotate the pics before I added them...sorry! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The playing to Taps!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65QolcexI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jkA0pi06gSI/s1600/DSCN1139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65QolcexI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jkA0pi06gSI/s320/DSCN1139.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here they are explaining the purpose of the 21 gun salute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65eg6k16I/AAAAAAAAAno/W0FFsNSvHBI/s1600/DSCN1141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65eg6k16I/AAAAAAAAAno/W0FFsNSvHBI/s320/DSCN1141.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Again I didn't rotate...sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65r4AHP6I/AAAAAAAAAns/4-sARtIkDLA/s1600/DSCN1142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ65r4AHP6I/AAAAAAAAAns/4-sARtIkDLA/s320/DSCN1142.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The 21 gun salute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ653wYO8EI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n5E9F80DyP8/s1600/DSCN1148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ653wYO8EI/AAAAAAAAAnw/n5E9F80DyP8/s320/DSCN1148.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The folding of the flag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66ETn7LMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/vcIbkbyWdQo/s1600/DSCN1150.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66ETn7LMI/AAAAAAAAAn0/vcIbkbyWdQo/s320/DSCN1150.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Presenting it to my Grandma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66R_jOUMI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1r59egRZP8Y/s1600/DSCN1169.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66R_jOUMI/AAAAAAAAAn4/1r59egRZP8Y/s320/DSCN1169.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now I don't recommend having funerals to anyone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But it was a very nice family reunion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just about everyone in the family was able to come and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;say one last good-by to&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;boodia&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma and Uncle Denny. Denny came down from VA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7byCat1AI/AAAAAAAAAoo/tzylldQLAwI/s1600/DSCN1206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ7byCat1AI/AAAAAAAAAoo/tzylldQLAwI/s320/DSCN1206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Carrie (down from WA), grandma, Aunt Stacy, Mom and Uncle Denny...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Mark and Aunt Robbin couldn't make it...they were missed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66e8TQQtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0KPeesZb8-0/s1600/DSCN1172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66e8TQQtI/AAAAAAAAAn8/0KPeesZb8-0/s320/DSCN1172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh and Tristin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh has taken grandpas passing very hard...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He still gets upset every now and then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66rIfmiDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZZVPaWgH2O0/s1600/DSCN1177.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ66rIfmiDI/AAAAAAAAAoA/ZZVPaWgH2O0/s320/DSCN1177.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim was able to make it down from ID&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ663sG_J7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ISsrX52X9Dc/s1600/DSCN1181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ663sG_J7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/ISsrX52X9Dc/s320/DSCN1181.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seth and Caleb &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67FvwVYkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Q63G-rUCg5w/s1600/DSCN1182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67FvwVYkI/AAAAAAAAAoI/Q63G-rUCg5w/s320/DSCN1182.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Grandma with best friend Dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67TtlbGTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Om868dDRI9E/s1600/DSCN1196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67TtlbGTI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Om868dDRI9E/s320/DSCN1196.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Two sisters...stricking a pose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67g7K628I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/u7zA7CcNaG0/s1600/DSCN1197.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67g7K628I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/u7zA7CcNaG0/s320/DSCN1197.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Kim with her favorite neice...wait isn't Cayla her only neice on this side of the fam...hummm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67tKt1GQI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Ziy420ktloY/s1600/DSCN1198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ67tKt1GQI/AAAAAAAAAoU/Ziy420ktloY/s320/DSCN1198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom and dad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mom was so stronge during these last few months with grandpa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a very hard time for her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ676mWHo8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/5pkQtld3TuM/s1600/DSCN1199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ676mWHo8I/AAAAAAAAAoY/5pkQtld3TuM/s320/DSCN1199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Trish, Caleb and Dan were able to make it down from WA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ68HZlbvxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/q-glpdki8g0/s1600/DSCN1205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ68HZlbvxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/q-glpdki8g0/s320/DSCN1205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ahhh, I really do love my baby brother....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8895371521621300150?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8895371521621300150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8895371521621300150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8895371521621300150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8895371521621300150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-papa.html' title='Big Papa!!'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ64RBimq4I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/qlF7b_9wtWY/s72-c/DSCN1125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1350813301254638566</id><published>2010-09-25T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T20:47:55.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caylas Graduation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As I look back over the last few months that I didn't up date this BLOG THING...I realize that a few key events have taken place and I should put some pic up for everyone to see...that way ya'll will stop askin me to send you copies since all you have to do is log onto my wonderful blog that I work so hard at and see them...I'm just kidding...don't take me so serious...you never have before so why start now....But it is a wonderful blog if I do say so...again...just kidding!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So the first major event...well that I can remember, I'm sure there were others...was Caylas graduation and the party after...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enjoy the pictures!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6w1saaREI/AAAAAAAAAmM/iOxi9NbqMNY/s1600/P1000012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6w1saaREI/AAAAAAAAAmM/iOxi9NbqMNY/s320/P1000012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cayla was one of two speakers that got to talk at Graduation...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We always knew that Cayla had the gift for gab....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xD4OHVuI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kQC_vOoXv_A/s1600/P1000014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xD4OHVuI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kQC_vOoXv_A/s320/P1000014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Up on the BIG TV at the University of Phoenix Statum!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xOcnF6-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/CG0JDlcJx-Q/s1600/P1000018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xOcnF6-I/AAAAAAAAAmU/CG0JDlcJx-Q/s320/P1000018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Receiving her diploma...Wooohooo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She DID it!!&amp;nbsp; At the top 1% of her class...Way to go baby girl!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xcVsT61I/AAAAAAAAAmY/BIbkUZ7uBR4/s1600/P1000025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xcVsT61I/AAAAAAAAAmY/BIbkUZ7uBR4/s320/P1000025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cayla best friend since 8th grade...Geoffrey Smith!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;He did it too!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6xqH3rMkI/AAAAAAAAAmc/evHp3j_V9BU/s1600/P1000026.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6x3cpbyPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/e5h8Edull6E/s1600/P1000026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6x3cpbyPI/AAAAAAAAAmg/e5h8Edull6E/s320/P1000026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cayla and her uncle James...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6yFo9jz9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DSApAkcdoXk/s1600/P1000027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6yFo9jz9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/DSApAkcdoXk/s320/P1000027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;A very proud daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6ySAbrGPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/YyItQigZ2og/s1600/P1000030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6ySAbrGPI/AAAAAAAAAmo/YyItQigZ2og/s320/P1000030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Mommy and daughter!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6yrkef1LI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-J2bBMHQQNg/s1600/DSCN1048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6yrkef1LI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-J2bBMHQQNg/s320/DSCN1048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Caylas other dad...her non-daddy-daddy, Russell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6y4zzw2oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6CGgGwYDNeA/s1600/DSCN1049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6y4zzw2oI/AAAAAAAAAm0/6CGgGwYDNeA/s320/DSCN1049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aunt Sandy and Uncle Ron along with the graduate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zGqpBqHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/PnQlUiqII0w/s1600/DSCN1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zGqpBqHI/AAAAAAAAAm4/PnQlUiqII0w/s320/DSCN1050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Grandma and Grandpas first graduation grandchild!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zT90HAII/AAAAAAAAAm8/vN4wB4J9zM8/s1600/DSCN1051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zT90HAII/AAAAAAAAAm8/vN4wB4J9zM8/s320/DSCN1051.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cayla and Samantha...sisters forever!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zfduPgqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lGAqyxOqsP8/s1600/DSCN1060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zfduPgqI/AAAAAAAAAnA/lGAqyxOqsP8/s320/DSCN1060.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cayla with her big sis Jerrae and mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zqbZsgsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yH3Ocq1gRNI/s1600/DSCN1066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6zqbZsgsI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yH3Ocq1gRNI/s320/DSCN1066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This was an AMAZING cake we had made for her!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The dance pictures on it are really pictures of Cayla! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6z2D1BgdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ScLLS5Hxe4M/s1600/DSCN1082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6z2D1BgdI/AAAAAAAAAnI/ScLLS5Hxe4M/s320/DSCN1082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Cayla opening gifts at the party...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Everyone came out to show their love and support to her...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Thanks everyone!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ60IBBMioI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RAHFGFyQ8M0/s1600/DSCN1115.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ60IBBMioI/AAAAAAAAAnM/RAHFGFyQ8M0/s320/DSCN1115.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She made it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1350813301254638566?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1350813301254638566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1350813301254638566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1350813301254638566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1350813301254638566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/caylas-graduation.html' title='Caylas Graduation...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJ6w1saaREI/AAAAAAAAAmM/iOxi9NbqMNY/s72-c/P1000012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5113445837757531096</id><published>2010-09-24T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T16:20:38.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gremlins...it must be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I am convinced that my house must have little&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;BLUE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"&gt;GREMLINS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WHY-you ask...well I'll tell you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This&amp;nbsp;has happen more then once..it happens all the time...If it was a one time occurrence then I would think its the family...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;BUT... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometime during the night...little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #274e13;"&gt;GREMLINS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; must have broken in (or they just live here) and trash the house! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's the only way I can explain why my house is always one &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;BIG TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mess! I'll work hard and get the house, well,&amp;nbsp;semi-clean...go to bed...AND the next morning its a mess!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll ask the family what happen and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMAZINGLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; enough...none of them know how the house got trashed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I have come to the conclusion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's the little &lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Green &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Gremlins!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5113445837757531096?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5113445837757531096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5113445837757531096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5113445837757531096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5113445837757531096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/gremlinsit-must-be.html' title='Gremlins...it must be...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-241607111337977519</id><published>2010-09-19T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T23:41:39.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a terrible mom I am...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Have you ever have something happen and then you feel like a &lt;strong&gt;TERRIBLE MOTHER&lt;/strong&gt;? Well, I have those moments ALL the time. It's at those moments I wonder where I was when they handed out the manuals on how to take care of kids...cuz I sure didn't get mine! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So yesterday, Seth started saying his throat hurt...well it is that time of year when allergies start acting up and you get drainage down your throat. But you have to understand something...Seth is my &lt;strong&gt;DRAMA QUEEN&lt;/strong&gt;...ok at some point all of my kids have been &lt;strong&gt;DRAMA QUEENS&lt;/strong&gt;, but yesterday was Seths day!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I really didn't think too much about it, cuz Seth always says he doesn't feel good and then 5 minutes later...hes running around driving us crazy...then when he has to do something...like chores or homework...he doesn't feel good again...&lt;strong&gt;STRANGE&lt;/strong&gt; how that works! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;But he was acting a little quieter then normal...not much mind you. Sooooo we get home from the Primary Activity (Sooooo sorry to all ya moms that had kids there, but he did stay to himself for the most part...well til the end of the activity), he went and layed on the couch and just watched movies all day. He ate lunch and dinner just fine and then back to laying down. He would say every now and then that his throat would hurt when he swallowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So we got a flash light and looked...it was barely pink...really nothing... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UNTIL....dunt dunt dooooon...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Around 2 Josh comes in and says that Seth has been crying and wont stop. Go in and check on him and he says his throat really really hurts...Poor little guys! We get the flash light and in just a couple of hours...flaming red! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;After some medicine and a blessing...everyone goes to bed and gets some much needed sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then in the morning all the craziness starts.  I have a Primary Program going on and DJ has a talk he has to give in another ward...Cayla has to work today at 1...and we need to take Seth to Urgent Care....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;What do we do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Again, I really am a terrible parent...Cuz Cayla was having to work today (she normally doesn't work on Sundays), she had planned on going to our ward.  But she offered to stay home with Seth...however I needed her help at church since DJ wasn't going to be there.  I had to be up on the stand during the program and couldn't go set up the primary room, so I thought Cay could do it.  So we decided to see if Josh would mind staying home with him till DJ finished his talk and could take him in...&lt;strong&gt;SO THATS WHAT HAPPENED&lt;/strong&gt;!  &lt;em&gt;What kind of mom would have another child stay home and take care of her sick baby&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;ME I guess! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After a trip to the Urgent Care...its confirmed...STREP THROAT!  Poor little guy!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-241607111337977519?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/241607111337977519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=241607111337977519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/241607111337977519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/241607111337977519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-terrible-mom-i-am.html' title='What a terrible mom I am...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7460318297666364127</id><published>2010-09-18T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T19:57:47.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I survived...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Well today was our &lt;strong&gt;FIRST Primary Activity&lt;/strong&gt; as a new ward and believe it or not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I survived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;For those that don't know, when our stake changed the wards a few months back and made my ward, I was called as the Primary President.  I had a few feelings go through me at that time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;One, I have done this before...&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; it was 17 years ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Two, I have also done the stake President thing...&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; again, it was 14 years ago! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Third, is the Bishopric &lt;strong&gt;NUTS!!...&lt;/strong&gt;ok I'll admit that was running alot through my head! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Forth, &lt;strong&gt;PANIC&lt;/strong&gt;...it's a BRAND NEW WARD and we have nothing...heck we don't even have that many adults in our ward! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;I could keep going on and on and on about everything that went through my head those first few days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;But putting all that aside...I got a great presidency called and we went forth...getting our teachers and two weeks ago...we became fully staffed...yeah!  Well at least for another two weeks when one of our teachers is moving...boooooo...but its ok! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;So as we were setting things up as a presidency, we tryed to find a date for our primary program.  The programs are normally done in Oct or Nov.  No biggy right...&lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt;.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;My councilor who is mainly over Activities and the program is due to have her baby in October and our chorister is due in November but sometimes goes early.  &lt;strong&gt;UGH&lt;/strong&gt;...when do we set the date...September!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;So here we are in September...we had our first activity and we lived.  We did a pancake breakfast...food will always get people to come.  Then we went and practiced the program.  And after that we went and played games.  I don't think I've ever seen so many kids competitive about Simon said or Duck Duck Goose!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;But you know its a good sign when kids don't want to go home from their Primary Activity cuz they were having so much fun!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;Oh and did I mention that 90% of my primary is under the age of 8.  WHOOOOHOOOO!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7460318297666364127?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7460318297666364127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7460318297666364127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7460318297666364127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7460318297666364127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-survived.html' title='I survived...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1666588119046151717</id><published>2010-09-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:27:44.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummmm Blessings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Sometimes when it rains...it truly does pour!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that when something goes wrong in your life~everything does....Ok maybe not in your life but most times in mine it does! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Now for those who know me, know that I'm not very good at hiding my feelings...I know what a shock...happy, sad, annoyed, angry, frustrated...etc...you can see it all on my face...DARN FACE!!! Stop giving my feelings away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You also know I'm the type that see the glass half empty...NOT half full...never have...never will! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I truly need to follow the example of one of my friends...when she was having a bad day...she complained (she had every right...it was a bad day)...but later she felt bad about complaining so then she counted h er blessing and had a change of heart!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Don't know if it would help but lets see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;One...ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Two....ummmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Three...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Ok so it's harder then I thought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;...plus we all know that I do find joy at times in complaining and just being plan miserable!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1666588119046151717?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1666588119046151717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1666588119046151717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1666588119046151717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1666588119046151717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/ummmm-blessings.html' title='Ummmm Blessings...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1251566148487446512</id><published>2010-09-17T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:21:20.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All smashed up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRK1zqtEbI/AAAAAAAAAls/B5hUgGgLA0I/s1600/DSCN1824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518117731698545074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRK1zqtEbI/AAAAAAAAAls/B5hUgGgLA0I/s320/DSCN1824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (This is our GHETTO car...what do you think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wednesday morning, I'm up getting the boys ready for school, when DJ calls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He knows we are going crazy and rushing from here to there in the mornings...we're running around like chickens with our heads cut off!...SO why on earth would be be calling to slow us down...Well to tell me that Cayla was just in an accident!! Yep, that's right an accident! Are you kidding me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She was getting off the freeway when a lady hit her from behind!!! The lady just wanted to exchange info and leave...but Cayla being the good daughter called daddy! DJ says "OH NO!!" she needs to stay and I'll send someone out to do an accident report. Well the lady wanted to leave cuz she knew she would get a ticket...which she did...hello she hit our car from behind! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cayla had Tom and another friend, Blake, with her and so far...knock on wood...They are fine! Cay was saying he back was sore and that her head hurts...so we will see...sure signs of whip lash! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518117742430033314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRK2bpSlaI/AAAAAAAAAl0/9E8ioQfdfrg/s320/DSCN1823.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518117745744149106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRK2n_b-nI/AAAAAAAAAl8/0I_2hGqJMag/s320/DSCN1825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518117756209304978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRK3O-hlZI/AAAAAAAAAmE/o4VHAAlvHCY/s320/DSCN1826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I'll tell you, nothing gets the heart pumping faster then your hubby saying..."The kids are fine...BUT they were in an accident." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1251566148487446512?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1251566148487446512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1251566148487446512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1251566148487446512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1251566148487446512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-smashed-up.html' title='All smashed up...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRK1zqtEbI/AAAAAAAAAls/B5hUgGgLA0I/s72-c/DSCN1824.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3964273461896302182</id><published>2010-09-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T22:02:26.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Cowboy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I know everyone would agree who lives in Az...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Summer was LONG and HOT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But, the end is insight...We are in the 90's and low hundreds...Where else would someone be excited about the low 100's then here in good old AZ!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;With it being so hot during the summer, I can understand why DJ, Cayla and Josh looked for as many opportunities to leave our wonderful HOT valley. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;This summer they traveled all over the state and out of the state! There was 2 girls camps, 2 scout camps, military duty in Flagstaff, a trip to Utah and New Mexico with friends and the military!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;BUT that left poor little boogier Seth home, board all summer long with mom....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;SO thats why we put Seth in for horse riding lessons...Very Cool (well not really-it was HOT out side) but cool for him to be a cowboy! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518109661210210546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRDgCwV8PI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Xk6ofQyfDPE/s320/DSCN1594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518109647109993138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRDfOOlsrI/AAAAAAAAAlM/0wT3-jvVJfU/s320/DSCN1588.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;It was very cute...he had to have cowboy boats and a riding helmet! And he took to it like a fish to water...HE LOVED IT!! Even though he was suppose to be focused on riding, he still managed to talk his instructors ear off...True Seth all the way...BOY did he talk a lot! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518109672675460258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRDgtd3xKI/AAAAAAAAAlk/hBOviQuxX84/s320/DSCN1613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518109651989799138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRDfgaBoOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/EYrwvfZ8kI8/s320/DSCN1592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3964273461896302182?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3964273461896302182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3964273461896302182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3964273461896302182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3964273461896302182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/09/howdy-cowboy.html' title='Howdy Cowboy...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TJRDgCwV8PI/AAAAAAAAAlc/Xk6ofQyfDPE/s72-c/DSCN1594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5469278801654851407</id><published>2010-08-16T10:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T10:58:23.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7RShgL1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HOw9GTcc-6E/s1600/IMG_0946-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506067556397494098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7RShgL1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HOw9GTcc-6E/s320/IMG_0946-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Craig is asking Cayla to marry him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;will she or wont she...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that is the question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7ROJQ_MI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2vSoJ22mHyQ/s1600/IMG_0954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506067555222092994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7ROJQ_MI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2vSoJ22mHyQ/s320/IMG_0954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I think she said...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;YES!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7Q6N5QjI/AAAAAAAAAks/UlG85R3oKcI/s1600/IMG_0955-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506067549872800306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7Q6N5QjI/AAAAAAAAAks/UlG85R3oKcI/s320/IMG_0955-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt; THE KISS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7QijrhAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/e5yHXtTqqi8/s1600/DSC00346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506067543521723394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7QijrhAI/AAAAAAAAAkk/e5yHXtTqqi8/s320/DSC00346.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Craig and Cayla....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It's official! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5469278801654851407?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5469278801654851407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5469278801654851407' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5469278801654851407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5469278801654851407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/engagement-day.html' title='Engagement Day'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGl7RShgL1I/AAAAAAAAAk8/HOw9GTcc-6E/s72-c/IMG_0946-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3847383330373405399</id><published>2010-08-14T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T11:11:59.017-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mark your Calendars...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGbaJgcpagI/AAAAAAAAAkc/M1gFDE83YyM/s1600/DSC00350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505327451370777090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGbaJgcpagI/AAAAAAAAAkc/M1gFDE83YyM/s320/DSC00350.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's 5'4 1/2 and he's 6'5...but they fell in love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and now they are &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;ENGAGED!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;SO...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mark your calendars for November 27th...&lt;em&gt;yes we know its Thanksgiving weekend, but we like to keep you on your toes&lt;/em&gt; and join us for when Cayla Janay and Craig Gassaway get married!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll tell ya'll about their story later!  So tune in next time...same bat time, same bat channel! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3847383330373405399?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3847383330373405399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3847383330373405399' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3847383330373405399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3847383330373405399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/08/mark-your-calendars.html' title='Mark your Calendars...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/TGbaJgcpagI/AAAAAAAAAkc/M1gFDE83YyM/s72-c/DSC00350.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-4982845979335801420</id><published>2010-05-16T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:35:10.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lots of big changes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...And still more to come! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;So last night was our Stake Conference and there were a lot of changes made and still a lot more to come!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Last night they re-aliened all the wards &lt;em&gt;(ok not all the wards, but most of them),&lt;/em&gt; in our stake...and they created two new wards...the West Park ward and the Sundance Ward.  We will meet in two weeks and the new Bishopric will be called and possibly all the other callings.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Our family has mixed feelings on the changes, as do many members in the stake.  Its not like we haven't been apart of stake changes before.  Really it seems like every stake we move into, they change the wards...I'm beginning to think it might be us!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;We will be in the West Park Ward...some of our old Ward is there and then a lot of new members...so a lot of new changes to come! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There will be families that we will miss in our old ward and other reasons for our nervousness with the change that I really can't say right now but we know this is what the Lord wants and you know we are a Church based on change!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;And lets remember...The Church IS STILL True!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-4982845979335801420?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4982845979335801420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=4982845979335801420' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/4982845979335801420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/4982845979335801420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/lots-of-big-changes.html' title='Lots of big changes...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5392192430851456326</id><published>2010-05-15T05:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T10:51:15.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four of them...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Well, Prom season came with a &lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;... and went at our house ...with a &lt;strong&gt;BANG&lt;/strong&gt;...and can I just say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WOW, AM I GLAD THEY ARE OVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think thats a strange comment coming from me since I didn't go to the Proms, Cayla did. BUT it was a crazy time. I thought last year was crazy when she ended up going to 3 Proms but this year...Well, she ended up at 4...yes that is the number between 3 and 5. And 3 of her dates ended up picking her up at her grandparents&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6dFG5gEAI/AAAAAAAAAjM/_KqEAPK4-Xk/s1600/IMG_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; house, which meant I had to be there to help her get ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of the Proms were on the same weekend...talk about crazy! But she had fun at all of them for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6aJfouS6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/cFF0ZMNk0FQ/s1600/DSCN0586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471480085203536802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6aJfouS6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/cFF0ZMNk0FQ/s320/DSCN0586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Prom was the YSA Prom and she went with LaGrand Shumway. It was pretty cool. It actually started before prom...when he asked her. He sent her a carrot cake with a poem on it and then she had to take the cake apart to find out who asked her to prom...how did she answer...by doing the same thing back. The date started right after school and LaGrand and the Laytons picked Cayla up and they went and played laser tag...pretty cool. Then they dropped Cayla off at my folks so she could get ready...Do you know how much time she had to get ready before dinner...&lt;strong&gt;ONE HOUR&lt;/strong&gt;. Do guys not know how long it takes a girl to get ready...lucky for them...Cays fast. She managed to get a shower in, hair curled and put up and make up on. You talk about fast! Then it was on to the Prom. Caylas one complaint about the night...she could wear heels and she LOVES heels. She wore one inch shoes and it was so hard for her to walk...ha ha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6aJnMBPgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dNIb3zS1Mk0/s1600/DSCN0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471480087230627330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6aJnMBPgI/AAAAAAAAAiE/dNIb3zS1Mk0/s320/DSCN0600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6cTu8bvyI/AAAAAAAAAik/ySMfj3WZI3o/s1600/DSCN0638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471482460134686498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6cTu8bvyI/AAAAAAAAAik/ySMfj3WZI3o/s320/DSCN0638.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6bRs8YvSI/AAAAAAAAAic/zb5-tc4aHZY/s1600/DSCN0632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471481325726252322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6bRs8YvSI/AAAAAAAAAic/zb5-tc4aHZY/s320/DSCN0632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The next night was just as fun for her! Maybe even a little special. She went to the Youth Prom with Tom Gassaway. But it just didn't start at the Prom. Tom had a plan. They were going with another couple, so the plan was for me to talk Cayla into inviting Arial over to get ready...Easy job, no problem. Then I set up the front room like a Restaurant...The table was gorgeous if I do say so myself...and I do! During the day the number of people that were coming for dinner went from 4 to 8. No biggy, we had it covered and plus I wasn't cooking the dinner...Nope, Nope, Nope...Tom and Fonzie were! It was so cool. I kept the girls upstairs while the guys came over &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(without the girls knowing)&lt;/span&gt; and cooked dinner. Pretty cool. Then the girls were ready and the other couples showed up. Down came Arial and the Cayla. If I might add, Cayla and Tom looked pretty good together. It was really cute. So the boys and I hung out upstairs in my room watching TV while the guys served the girls dinner. Very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6bRNHu1GI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dbYgjwIAzRI/s1600/DSCN0613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471481317183902818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6bRNHu1GI/AAAAAAAAAiU/dbYgjwIAzRI/s320/DSCN0613.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6bQzewh8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eVSXnhZwy4E/s1600/DSCN0609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471481310301161410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6bQzewh8I/AAAAAAAAAiM/eVSXnhZwy4E/s320/DSCN0609.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6cUSfLtaI/AAAAAAAAAis/IJEFw-Lb6jA/s1600/DSCN0646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471482469675677090" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6cUSfLtaI/AAAAAAAAAis/IJEFw-Lb6jA/s320/DSCN0646.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off they went to prom and Cayla said she had a blast. From prom they ended up at the Gassawasys and watched a movie and then it was home where she and Tom talked for almost an hour. I think she had fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6dEUEPx5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/bf6VNEwQom8/s1600/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471483294733289362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6dEUEPx5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/bf6VNEwQom8/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6dE_vmYDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HUzdGLDbiEY/s1600/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471483306457849906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6dE_vmYDI/AAAAAAAAAjE/HUzdGLDbiEY/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Ok maybe I should fear for Caylas life...Tom looks a little scary here...I thought he liked Cayla and yet he's trying to cut her throat!) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6iqfMgzmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/C5fhtq2wbyU/s1600/DSCN0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6irUNUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/uhp8zL_ti6I/s1600/DSCN0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471489462344361954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6irUNUJ-I/AAAAAAAAAjk/uhp8zL_ti6I/s320/DSCN0670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her next Prom was her school prom and she went with Jake Harmon. It was so funny cuz he called her during the day asking if she would be ok with flowers that he picked from his yard, cuz he didn't get her any. Well what he did he show up with...a corsage made from palm trees and weeds. It was priceless. Of course it was a joke. Then he went back out and got her real flower. Jake and Cayla were both nominated for Prom King and Queen. It turns out on Monday, Cayla found out she should have won...the person counting the votes picked her friend to win...nothing they could do about it now...Oh well, Cays a Queen to me&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;...(boy did that sound cheesy).&lt;/span&gt; But Cay said it was a good night. &lt;strong&gt;Oh I almost forgot...&lt;/strong&gt; one of the funniest things of the night...Josh was teasing Cayla...no shock there...I can't say what about, but Cayla in her pretty dress and heels...&lt;strong&gt;TOOK OF RUNNING&lt;/strong&gt; after her brother. This was a good 10 minutes she was chasing him...Mind you this was right before Jake got there to pick her up. I think Josh was shocked that she could run in heels, but all I kept thinking was with all the rocks in the back yard she is going to fall and break her neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6iqfMgzmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/C5fhtq2wbyU/s1600/DSCN0665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471489448113917538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6iqfMgzmI/AAAAAAAAAjU/C5fhtq2wbyU/s320/DSCN0665.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6irPljnjI/AAAAAAAAAjc/seUz-bBBagY/s1600/DSCN0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471489461103861298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6irPljnjI/AAAAAAAAAjc/seUz-bBBagY/s320/DSCN0666.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6jpMeGNuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dTb2csBfZwA/s1600/DSCN0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471490525419157218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6jpMeGNuI/AAAAAAAAAjs/dTb2csBfZwA/s320/DSCN0675.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6jppIpZEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lIlf75s69P4/s1600/DSCN0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471490533113816130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6jppIpZEI/AAAAAAAAAj0/lIlf75s69P4/s320/DSCN0692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6jqOiEGTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/i9ONxSQyksc/s1600/DSCN0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471490543152535858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6jqOiEGTI/AAAAAAAAAj8/i9ONxSQyksc/s320/DSCN0694.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-7RoTvkZ0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/-6mPGCgJXjc/s1600/DSCN0773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471541087726495554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-7RoTvkZ0I/AAAAAAAAAkU/-6mPGCgJXjc/s320/DSCN0773.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her last Prom was with Stanley Frydiashack &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(yes Cayla I know I spelt it wrong) (get over it).&lt;/span&gt; Anywho. She went with Stanley last year to prom and it was one of the best times she had, so she knew this year would be fun too and it was. They went to the Melting Pot for dinner &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I haven't even been there yet and shes gone twice...so not fare).&lt;/span&gt; By this prom Cayla was getting a little tired of taking pictures. Shes really lucky for all the proms, I didn't take as many as last year...so there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-7Rnb2-pGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nJ5A2NcwOQA/s1600/DSCN0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 321px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471541072725189730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-7Rnb2-pGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/nJ5A2NcwOQA/s320/DSCN0754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-7Rn8VN9KI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JImEL-V34PY/s1600/DSCN0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471541081441957026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-7Rn8VN9KI/AAAAAAAAAkM/JImEL-V34PY/s320/DSCN0749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, we added two new dresses this year and used two from last year so we had the dress department covered. Now all I have to worry about is her going to YSA Proms from now on and with that...she can re-use these dresses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One side note...You know what made the prom with Tom Awesome...Her grandpa, my daddy, danced with her! He doesn't like to dance, but he did with his grandbaby girl! That totally made her night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we move on to graduation (which I might add,Cayla is speaking at)...WHOOHOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5392192430851456326?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5392192430851456326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5392192430851456326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5392192430851456326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5392192430851456326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/05/four-of-them.html' title='Four of them...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S-6aJfouS6I/AAAAAAAAAh8/cFF0ZMNk0FQ/s72-c/DSCN0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1084487109506812736</id><published>2010-04-09T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T17:03:23.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...and you can't make me~SO THERE!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Well, DJ's off to Utah for the Military for a couple of weeks and when that happens I know it's time to get down to business.  So I look around to see what I have to get done while hes gone...I really don't like what I see!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;MY LIST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;(yes, I'm a list maker~I don't always follow it~But I ALWAYS make them) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1.  CLEAN MY ROOM&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...(But I don't want to Mom...isn't that what we always say and then we play with our toys...WELL, my toys have changed, I have a TV in my room now, not toys, so maybe I will clean my room while I'm watching TV~Thats something to think about...Hmmmm) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2.  CLEAN MY BATHROOM&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...(Again, I don't want to...why do I ALWAYS have to do it!  Oh I know why cuz if I don't it will get really really gross and creepy crawly things might grow and you could do a science experiment in there...Thats why~SO I think I'll Clean.  BUT, on the plus side, I can still see the TV from my room!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.  CLEAN MY CRAFT ROOM&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(This ones a so-so on if I want to clean it or not...most times its clean except when I have to do a rush project for the kids, if I'm working on stuff for me, then it's fine and stays clean, so maybe I'll clean it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...cuz...of # 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4.  THE TOY ROOM&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...(WAIT, it's clean, cuz I already cleaned it and bless my boys pointed heads, they've been keeping it clean...well so-so for almost 2 weeks now...thats a record in our house!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5.  THE BOYS ROOM&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(Again WAIT...already cleaned it, so I can mark that one off my list, but I can give the boys a little credit...they've sort of kept it clean for a week...it's a miracle!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...BUT NOT #6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6.  THE KIDS BATHROOM&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;...(I think this one is beyond help...I clean it, Cayla cleans it...I've even had the boys clean it...so they say...but I think its time to bring in the military, the FBI, the CIA, the whoever is anyone that can do anything, cuz that room SCARES me...how two little boys and one teenage girl...well not so much the girl, but she does use the bathroom so I have to group her in that room...can cause so much damage...even after it's been clean, so fast, is beyond my understanding...amazing!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7.  CAYLAS ROOM...(Where to begin...I can't...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8.  MY OFFICE&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(Thats another room that every few months gets cleaned out...Its the drop everything in it room...which is pretty sad...BUT I've got to get it cleaned out again) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9.  After all the rooms are cleaned out I need to vacuum and carpet clean the carpets &lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(why cuz mom wants my cleaner...shes been asking for a while and I need to get her the cleaner but I REALLY need to clean my carpets, so now its being added to the list...its a must get done thing.) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Of course theres the normal stuff, like the kitchen, downstairs bath and the laundry which I'll justs lump on one line cuz I do these things &lt;strong&gt;EVERYDAY&lt;/strong&gt;.  They &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; seem to go away, I wonder why that is!  No matter how many times I do them, they still are there, like a kid, they just stay around!  Strange!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So theres my list of things to get done while DJ's gone.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do you want to know one of the main reasons to get these things done while hes gone...Well over the years we've talked about it...So I work and get the house perfect while he's gone and then he walks in and its so nice and clean...and...well...the first thing he does...drops all his gear and junk on the floor then walks to the coach and drops more stuff and sits down tired...goes upstairs and drops more stuff...goes and looks through the mail and makes a mess there...looks through what the kids have done with their school work while hes been gone and leaves it a mess...&lt;strong&gt;YOU GET THE IDEA&lt;/strong&gt;...We've decided that I work so hard to get the house clean so that when he comes home he can mess it up all over again! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; AGAIN...it's the CIRCLE OF LIFE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1084487109506812736?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1084487109506812736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1084487109506812736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1084487109506812736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1084487109506812736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-dont-want-to.html' title='I don&apos;t want to...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6862767422034226443</id><published>2010-04-05T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:28:51.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard to BELIEVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...It's hard to believe that there is only SIX, yes, SIX weeks left til the end of the school year! This last six weeks marks the LONGEST six weeks for every child, teacher and parent....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY you ask....&lt;/strong&gt;Well, for a few reasons!&lt;/span&gt; The next week we have AIMS and Terra Nova for our kids &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(so much fun...sorry teachers...you really don't get to teach any more, you have to prep for the test so that our children can make our state look good...HaHa sometimes I make myself laugh, make the stake of AZ education look good, sorry if I offend)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then comes the last few we&lt;img class="gl_bold" border="0" alt="Bold" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" /&gt;eks for &lt;strong&gt;NO DAYS&lt;/strong&gt; off from school &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;(just stress the NO DAYS OFF FROM SCHOOL).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; This is were the kids, the teachers and the parents all get &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STIR CRAZY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Everyone becomes like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG POT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ready to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BOIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; over, just waiting for something to set it off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it only takes one thing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;what will it be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really can't wait to see what and who will be the first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Student, The Teacher, OR The Parents! HUMMMM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6862767422034226443?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6862767422034226443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6862767422034226443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6862767422034226443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6862767422034226443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/hard-to-believe.html' title='Hard to BELIEVE...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3694763218462043609</id><published>2010-03-31T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T16:38:28.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a NERF WAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What happens when you get four 11 and 12 year old boys together? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll tell you... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;The upstairs of my house sounds like a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAR ZONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the ceiling is going to cave in from them running and jumping around. The screaming, laughing and yelling can be heard for miles. The NERF bullets are flying down the stairs. There are bullets &lt;strong&gt;EVERYWHERE&lt;/strong&gt; upstairs. I open my linen closet to put laundry away and find a boy hiding. I open the boys walk in closet to put clothes away and find a boy hiding in it. I go to put towels in the bathroom and well, you guessed it, I find a boy hiding in it! There seems to be boys hiding everywhere and really there are only 5 boys at this house right now...like I said four 11 and 12 year olds and one 8 year old! Boys are coming out of the walls!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEWARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when you walk upstairs you might get caught in the cross fire! Every time I walk up I say...Cease Fire! Neutral Person coming! Don't shoot the mom! If you shoot me...there will be &lt;strong&gt;NO FOOD FOR THE MEN!&lt;/strong&gt; And they all &lt;strong&gt;STOP FIRING!&lt;/strong&gt; Do I know the way to a kids heart or what! &lt;strong&gt;FOOD!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;But it can be hard for one kid to balance 3 different types of friends. Josh is having to learn young to keep his patience and learn that you have to keep everyone happy when you invite others to your house and that sometimes it's harder than you think. Everyone is different and sometimes Josh really finds it hard when some of his friends get together. But you know everyone has to deal with it in life. He's finding it harder then he thought it would be to keep his cool with some of his friends. But he will learn! It's just the way of life...or how does the song go...it's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"THE CIRCLE OF LIFE"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But they are having fun, &lt;strong&gt;MOST&lt;/strong&gt; of the time! I just hope my house can stand up to all the craziness that's going on upstairs. I'm kind of worried that after today, I wont have a two story house any more, I might have a one story! Scary!&lt;/span&gt; BUT I really like my TWO STORY HOUSE! I think I will miss it! Oh well, no more having to carry the vacuum up and down the stairs once the upstairs in my down stairs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3694763218462043609?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3694763218462043609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3694763218462043609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3694763218462043609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3694763218462043609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-nerf-war.html' title='Its a NERF WAR...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8896176407210465081</id><published>2010-03-24T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:53:38.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's happening...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It really is.  They said it would.  We just had to do it!  And we finally did!  I just can't believe it!  It's soooo cooool!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Oh~What?...you ask?  Our garden...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IT'S GROWING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  It's so cool!  No~Really it is! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;From our window we can see that our tomato plants and bell pepers have already grown quite a few inches, so I decided to go out with DJ and as we look, I could see my beets, my cucumbers, my pumpkin, my artichoke, my lettuce &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I think you get the idea, everything)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, growing.  They was something sprouting out of the ground and guess what?  It wasn't weeds.  Thats right it was &lt;strong&gt;FOOD&lt;/strong&gt; from my garden.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Then last night I looked out my kitchen window and you know what?  Yep, I can now see the lettuce from my window.  Its grown that much.  Everything is growing. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Cayla had a good laugh at me cuz of my reaction.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;In case you can't tell, I'm a little excited about our garden.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Of course the flowers we planted are growing like crazy, along with my grass &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(which needs to be mowed again)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Everything has new growth on it!  All the colors are so pretty! Pretty~pretty~pretty! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But how cool that our garden is already growing.  Just so you don't think I'm strange, my kidos were all excited about it too!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE HAVE A GARDEN GROWING!  Whoo Who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8896176407210465081?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8896176407210465081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8896176407210465081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8896176407210465081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8896176407210465081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-happening.html' title='It&apos;s happening...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7360740493362592633</id><published>2010-03-14T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T14:17:50.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prophet said...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;...To plant a garden...SO that's what we did! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCnTP40cI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CC-kZh0lpfM/s1600-h/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCm7lHjNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6SzrVyPKIiQ/s1600-h/DSCN0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449710260690848978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCm7lHjNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6SzrVyPKIiQ/s320/DSCN0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saturday, DJ, the boys and I spent all day working on the back yard. I wasn't really sure it was going to happen cuz DJ was suppose to have Military Duty, but it got cancelled...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHOO WHO!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FClP_1FEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VtGm5t5-VUI/s1600-h/DSCN0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449710231811855426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FClP_1FEI/AAAAAAAAAgs/VtGm5t5-VUI/s320/DSCN0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We ran to Home Depot and Lowels and then to Lowels again...Can I just say I really don't like Lowels...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;it's a girly store and Home Depot is a real mans store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Lowels couldn't help DJ with some things he needed last week so thats why we ended up a Home Depot and &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; they were able to help (I just LOVE Home Depot). But I do have to give Lowels a little credit...&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which again confirms its a girly store&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...they had a much better flower selection then Home Depot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCmPfVdCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0AZC4ePxLiM/s1600-h/DSCN0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449710248855434274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCmPfVdCI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0AZC4ePxLiM/s320/DSCN0288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCnTP40cI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CC-kZh0lpfM/s1600-h/DSCN0292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449710267044254146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCnTP40cI/AAAAAAAAAhE/CC-kZh0lpfM/s320/DSCN0292.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Anywho, while DJ fixed a pipe, the boys and I had the fun task...pulling weeds, picking up dog poo (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;not ME, thats one of the boys jobs that of course they've been slacking on. Who would of thought that one little old dog could make SO MUCH Poop!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, and mowing and weed eating the backyard. Which while I was mowing, the lawnmower &lt;strong&gt;DIED&lt;/strong&gt;!!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(I killed the pore lawn mower while DJ was making yet another run to Lowels, so I thought).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; It didn't blow a fuss it just stopped. DJ looked it over and well, a part got fried! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;(Good new...I didn't do it...it just wore out from time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Which meant a run to checker for the part!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But DJ fixed it cuz he's the man but &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;I MOWED the lawn CUZ I'm the WO-MAN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S503zZZdg8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/mS9WcwKAXgQ/s1600-h/DSCN0286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448572480318702530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S503zZZdg8I/AAAAAAAAAgE/mS9WcwKAXgQ/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our next task was adding in planting compost to all our dirt. Again I had the fun task of doing that while DJ was putting in new tubing where we wanted to plant flowers and veggies! Can I just say my arms are killing me. Great work out I guess! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; after all the hard work, we have pretty flowers planted and my herb garden is in along, with 3 different kinds of squash, pumpkin, watermelon, beets, carrots, lettuce, cucumbers, broccoli, LOTS of peppers, and LOTS of tomato's, plus a couple of other things, that I just can't remember off the top of my head. We still have a few things to do on Monday but in a few months all our hard work will be worth it...and can I just say my back yard is SOOOO green! &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Now for the WEEDS in the front yard! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(I just know I'm going to get a notice from the HOA...but this Saturday is the day for pulling the weeds in the front yard, I promise!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7360740493362592633?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7360740493362592633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7360740493362592633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7360740493362592633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7360740493362592633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/prophet-said.html' title='Prophet said...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S6FCm7lHjNI/AAAAAAAAAg8/6SzrVyPKIiQ/s72-c/DSCN0289.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8102047059984073130</id><published>2010-03-06T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T21:34:51.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OOPS...I did it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What did I do again...well, I'll tell you&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;....(and it wasn't singing a Britney Spears song either).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;If I thought it was embarrassing the first time &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ok, maybe it wasn't the first time it happened),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; then I was WRONG!  This time has the last time beaten hands down!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember awhile back I wrote about my little passing out adventures I had at the school...NO, I didn't pass out at school again...NOP, this time I passed out at my home (which I've done before)...&lt;strong&gt;NO BIGGY right~WRONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The door bell rang, so I got up and walked over to the door, it was our bug man.  As we were talking, I got that feeling again, yep that feeling that everything is closing in and starting to black out.  I know what that means, so I start to sit down...WELL, I guess I didn't make it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The next thing I know, the bug guy is asking if I'm ok and Josh had a phone in his hand.  I guess I passed out and the bug guy asked if any one was in the house.  Josh came around the corner and saw me passed out and ran and got the phone and called 911.  However, I started to come to, so he hung up the phone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Of course a few minutes later 911 called back to make sure everything was ok. I explained the situation and thought that was the end of it.  NOP, I was wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;The bug guy made sure I was ok, and started to spray outside.  About 5 minutes later the door bell rings again.  This time it was the &lt;strong&gt;POLICE!  YEP THE COPS!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Because I had told them I was ok, they sent officers to make sure someone didn't force me to say that.  So the officers asked if I was ok, who was in my home and if I felt I needed to go to the hospital.  Then they had to do a walk through the house, just to make sure someone wasn't forcing me to say I was fine.  Of course TODAY the boys and I were going to clean the house and it was a mess.  I guess that will teach me to make sure the house is ALWAYS clean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;A few hours later, the bug guy called me to make sure I was still doing ok.  WOW, passing out was bad enough but doing it in front of a stranger and then having the cops come to my home...Ya that was really embarrassing.  At least when I did it at the school last year I was around people I knew...oh well life goes on! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE COPS and the BUG GUY&lt;/strong&gt;...sounds like a movie title.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8102047059984073130?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8102047059984073130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8102047059984073130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8102047059984073130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8102047059984073130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/03/oopsi-did-it-again.html' title='OOPS...I did it again...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7281660868116816576</id><published>2010-02-28T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T18:46:27.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>College...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;This is crazy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Caylas getting things ready to figure out what college she wants to go to.  No biggy, &lt;strong&gt;RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;?  &lt;strong&gt;WRONG! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;Shes gotten a nice scholarship, but of course you need to have more money now adays then what they give you...&lt;strong&gt;IT'S CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt;! Especially if she wants to live on campus, which I think she does...&lt;em&gt;anything to get away from her crazy brothers!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;She keep applying for scholarships, but of course a lot of them she doesn't qualify for a number of reasons...which is kind of a bummer for her, but shse keeps applying, at least she has the big one... &lt;em&gt;(Time to find another job, Cayla...good thing she got offered one yesterday, now if she goes back and takes it) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;So now she is applying for some other things, and they want to know EVERYTHING!  Honestly, I don't remember it being this hard when we were filling out stuff when DJ was in school. But we all know that my kids have sucked my memories from me and I'm lucky if I remember what day it is...Sunday, RIGHT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;It's nuts all the stuff and info they want.  Let's just say I'm glad that I have a daughter that is on top of all of it!  Cuz really, it would drive me NUTS to fill out of these forms all the time.  It's like buying a house when it comes to all the paper work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But hey it's just college...gee what do they want my first born...Oh wait, they are getting my first born....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7281660868116816576?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7281660868116816576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7281660868116816576' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7281660868116816576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7281660868116816576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/college.html' title='College...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8195452162499154379</id><published>2010-02-26T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:50:49.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She just can't WIN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Poor~Poor Cayla...For reals this time.  I'm not being a brat and making fun of her &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(ok maybe a little I am),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; but really poor little girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So Monday she had a surgical procedure done to check her acid reflux plus to see if she has GERD.  No biggy really, she had this done a few months ago...this time there was one more test and she had to have this device on her for 48 hours to measure her PH balance.  It was just bigger than a cellphone, but to here talk about it, the thing as &lt;strong&gt;HUGE!&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(It wasn't really that big, again about the size of 3 pagers put together).  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well this happens on Monday, oh wait last week we took her in for her knee, which she hurt at cheer.  Now she has to have physical therapy done on it.  That is if we can get her into the place, they can't see her for another week or more. &lt;strong&gt; Nice!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then Tuesday she hung out at Jasinski helping in a 1st grade class.  You see Cay wants to be a teacher after college.  She's always wanted to work with kids. And she thinks she wants to work with 1st grade, so she got to sit in on a class.  She &lt;strong&gt;LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; it!  But of course she would, she &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; kids!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Then Wed. she started to not feel good.  She thought she was getting a head cold.  She wasn't feeling good last week, but just kind of pushed it aside.  But this wasn't going away.  By Thursday night, I couldn't even understand the kid when she was talking to me on the phone.  I finally told her to stop talking and go and blow her noise.  It just kept going and going and going.  Boy did she have a lot of snot in her...but it makes sense cuz shes a little snot &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(oh wait did I just write that;D)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Friday was not a good day for her, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(wait thats today, so I guess you would say todays not a good day),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; she had to go and drop off part of her Senior paper at school.  So she called DJ and told him her throat was bad and she felt really bad.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You see thats WAY before I get up!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He called me and said he wanted to get her in to the DR.  I agreed.  So by 9:00 he was on his way to check her out of school and off to the DRs.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;What did the DR have to say...She has STREP THROAT!  You see strep is going around right now and if anything is going around, leave it to Cayla to catch it. And now she has exposed all her friends and everyone at school! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;GOTTA LOVE IT&lt;/strong&gt; when a kids sick with one thing and you think its another...oh well, at least we have DRUGS now!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; I'm telling you the poor kid is going to be in sooooo much trouble when she goes of to College...What she going to do without her mommy and daddy to take care of her?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8195452162499154379?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8195452162499154379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8195452162499154379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8195452162499154379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8195452162499154379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/she-just-cant-win.html' title='She just can&apos;t WIN...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-2457488354900547871</id><published>2010-02-19T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:53:17.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It was a BLONDE moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;...And I'm sure I'm NOT the only one to have these!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ok so here is what happened...Yes, sit down, stand up, whatever you do when your getting ready for a good laugh, cuz thats what you'll have, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;at my expense!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and its ok, go ahead and laugh, everyone else has). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;So yesterday Cayla had a Doctors appointment and after it was over we went to the store. No biggy so far right? Well, when we got to the store, DJ called. He had been in classes all day and wanted to know what had happen at the Doctors. So I was telling him about it. Then of course we started talking about other things, while we were walking in the store &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(I know how rude...talking on a cell in public, in a store...I'm one of THOSE people, what can I say).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Cayla was putting her two cents in during the conversation, no biggy. And all was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;As I was talking with DJ, my cell phone was up to my ear &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;(don't forget that part-it's important to remember)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...I all of the sudden had a panic attack. You see, I felt my front pocket where I keep my phone, &lt;strong&gt;IT WAS GONE&lt;/strong&gt;...Then I checked my back pocket and my sweater and then my purse...There was &lt;strong&gt;NO PHONE&lt;/strong&gt;. I even said it to DJ, I can't fine my cell phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Remember, I was talking to DJ on &lt;strong&gt;MY CELL PHONE&lt;/strong&gt;. Cayla was &lt;strong&gt;DYING&lt;/strong&gt; at this point. So was the lady that was walking past us. Right then I realized that I was on my phone. Later, in the store when we saw that same lady, she couldn't even keep a straight face as she walked pass me! Oh well, at least I gave someone a good laugh! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Yep, I was having a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLONDE MOMENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-2457488354900547871?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/2457488354900547871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=2457488354900547871' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/2457488354900547871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/2457488354900547871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-was-blond-moment.html' title='It was a BLONDE moment...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-4053816438608288512</id><published>2010-02-17T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:24:12.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Seth REVIEW....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; I mentioned these events before so I thought I would post some pictures of these events...(better late then NEVER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO LETS REVIEW&lt;/strong&gt; whats happened to Seth during December and January...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That little boy had a busy two months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIDKvjDNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2uxqBAjjEPw/s1600-h/IMG_0068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372037961485522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIDKvjDNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2uxqBAjjEPw/s320/IMG_0068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Lets start with his 8th Birthday. We asked him a month  or so before..."&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Would you rather have a birthday party or go to Disneyland?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Well, my little man, being raised by a mom who &lt;strong&gt;LOVES&lt;/strong&gt; disneyland, said he wanted to go to Disneyland...Little did he know...Thats what we were planning for his 8th birthday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yICqwpHII/AAAAAAAAAfM/oVwroNyarJA/s1600-h/IMG_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372029376142466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yICqwpHII/AAAAAAAAAfM/oVwroNyarJA/s320/IMG_0071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We really do love spending time at Disneyland during Christmas time and it's GREAT that Seths Birthday is right before Christmas. It puts our whole family into the Christmas Spirit and then we are ready for the Christmas season. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIBYq4jzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BZlP6C2LkoA/s1600-h/IMG_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372007340281650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIBYq4jzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/BZlP6C2LkoA/s320/IMG_0101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This was the best part...while we were at Disneyland, we ran into our friends the DeGraffs. Ok so I knew they would be there at the same time we were going. Seth and Sydnie are best friends and all the kids get along great, so it really made the trip fun. It was kind of funny...when we wanted to spend just family time together, the kids kept asking when we would get together. And you talk about oppsites...We are light and blonde hair, they are dark and black hair. Everyone thought we were trying to still children cuz I had their kids and they had my kids, it was kid swaping time. It was a sight to see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yICHm1cvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/gYLmmhqpdZ8/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439372019939767026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yICHm1cvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/gYLmmhqpdZ8/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIAxEay1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/XV0MpTc8TOg/s1600-h/100_3130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439371996709964626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIAxEay1I/AAAAAAAAAe0/XV0MpTc8TOg/s320/100_3130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFnwCkrYI/AAAAAAAAAek/9YfSWTlEdHI/s1600-h/100_3126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369367913803138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFnwCkrYI/AAAAAAAAAek/9YfSWTlEdHI/s320/100_3126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Seth had a fun time at Disneyland for his Birthday. I think if he could choose that every year he would. He's a kid after my own heart. The next big thing happened two days after we got back from the big D. Seth went to his first REAL Cub Scouts. You see he went to pack meeting the month before, but he didn't have the uniform...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS TIME HE DID!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ymmLqksQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4eKeecku_8E/s1600-h/DSCN0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439405624853311746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ymmLqksQI/AAAAAAAAAfc/4eKeecku_8E/s320/DSCN0085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Isn't he cute....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ytUpESFOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bPESyione0M/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439413020089521378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ytUpESFOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/bPESyione0M/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ytUHLdG4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/eEhlL0oSC0I/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439413010992798594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ytUHLdG4I/AAAAAAAAAfs/eEhlL0oSC0I/s320/IMG_0173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFnfONoJI/AAAAAAAAAec/P4j3bSvBtio/s1600-h/100_3075.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After Disneyland and Cub Scouts, both within a week, came Christmas Eve and Christmas!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And from there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ymmbeDLjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/osj72hZRuUg/s1600-h/DSCN0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439405629095751218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3ymmbeDLjI/AAAAAAAAAfk/osj72hZRuUg/s320/DSCN0104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Next came Seths Baptism...That was a BIG day for all of us.  Of course it was Seth's Big Day, but for us as mom and dad, it was our last baby being Baptized.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WOW~ hard to beleive...DJ must be getting old cuz I can't be that old!  But then again...sometimes this family of mine makes me feel like I've aged a hundred years!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFmwqqJUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1cL2vje2_IM/s1600-h/DSCN0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369350902064450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFmwqqJUI/AAAAAAAAAeU/1cL2vje2_IM/s320/DSCN0170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFmaMyPGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zKdOBvqxUkY/s1600-h/DSCN0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439369344871185506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yFmaMyPGI/AAAAAAAAAeM/zKdOBvqxUkY/s320/DSCN0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The our last two things...Seths very first Pinewood Derby and he recieved his Bobcat!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Way to go Seth Michael!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He really did have a busy few months!  Heck so did I!  But that's ok, it was all for my baby boy, whose growing up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-4053816438608288512?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/4053816438608288512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=4053816438608288512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/4053816438608288512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/4053816438608288512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/seth-review.html' title='A Seth REVIEW....'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3yIDKvjDNI/AAAAAAAAAfU/2uxqBAjjEPw/s72-c/IMG_0068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6032227264429173967</id><published>2010-02-13T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T14:01:23.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers...JUST BECAUSE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3d9UPR1SvI/AAAAAAAAAds/5TiaV-pixSk/s1600-h/suzi+and+Cayla+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437952861725346546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3d9UPR1SvI/AAAAAAAAAds/5TiaV-pixSk/s320/suzi+and+Cayla+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can I just tell you something...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know a lot of you know this but I want you to know that I know it!! (And I do!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3hxXSPOeGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bkukv2bDZ6w/s1600-h/IMG_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438221194896504930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3hxXSPOeGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/bkukv2bDZ6w/s320/IMG_0097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That my daughter is &lt;strong&gt;AMAZING...AWSOME&lt;/strong&gt;...And well...&lt;strong&gt;PRETTY SPECIAL&lt;/strong&gt;...and I just &lt;strong&gt;LOVE her more than I can explain!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437952843004704994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3d9TJie-OI/AAAAAAAAAdc/aNAYAphfGZ8/s320/DSCN0243.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So the other day she brought me home flowers...why...just because! Yes, me being the suspicious mother, was wondering what was up or if she was needing to pass some goal off or something, but NO, nothing. She just bought them with me in mind! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She knows that I'm having a lot going on in my head right now and she felt I needed a little cheering up. It wasn't much, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT IT WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can I just say...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437957778586795682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3eBycA8_qI/AAAAAAAAAd0/KpfTTmYFUYw/s320/Suzi+and+Cayla+75.jpg" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3hxWwpMqhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UT-0DLzbM4s/s1600-h/IMG_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438221185878632978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3hxWwpMqhI/AAAAAAAAAd8/UT-0DLzbM4s/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I TRULY HAVE THE BEST DAUGHTER EVER!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6032227264429173967?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6032227264429173967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6032227264429173967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6032227264429173967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6032227264429173967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/02/flowersjust-because.html' title='Flowers...JUST BECAUSE...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/S3d9UPR1SvI/AAAAAAAAAds/5TiaV-pixSk/s72-c/suzi+and+Cayla+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5203416191083472395</id><published>2010-01-30T09:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T09:46:29.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a MONTH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(PICTURES TO COME AS SOON AS I DOWN LOAD THEM...SORRY, I'm LAZY!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;January proved to be a &lt;strong&gt;JAMMED PACKED&lt;/strong&gt; month of things happening in the Hansen household. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;If it wasn't one thing...it was another. Of course I need to start the month off with what is the &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST&lt;/strong&gt; thing of &lt;strong&gt;ALL&lt;/strong&gt;...Well maybe the &lt;strong&gt;BIGGEST MIRACLE of ALL&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Seth's Baptism!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Yep, he made it! I know some of you had your doubts, ok-ok, mainly his father and mother, that this day would come. that he would even survive to the ripe old age of 8~&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; he did and on Saturday Jan 2, 2010, our last baby was baptised by his dad &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(tear~tear)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; it was a nice day. His grandpa Waldron spoke and after, all his family and friends got together at our house for a 6 foot sub. And of course the traditional gift of scriptures was given &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(boy are we so predictable as parents)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;With Seth turning 8 he started scouts and on the 5th, Seth had his very &lt;em&gt;first Pine Wood Derby&lt;/em&gt;. This was Crazy. &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; send an 8 year old up to his toys and say &lt;em&gt;"go look at your cars and pick one you want to copy&lt;/em&gt;." He came back with one that was the sleek sports car. Dad was all over it, of course the design got modified a little. Oh and talk about giving mom a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;HEART ATTACK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; So &lt;strong&gt;"THE BOYS"&lt;/strong&gt; are out side working on the car with the dremel tool. Theres noise going and everything ~ still noise going when DJ comes in and sits down. Did I mention there is noise going. All of the sudden I realize that the noise is &lt;strong&gt;STILL&lt;/strong&gt; going on and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DJ IS IN THE HOUSE. SETH IS OUTSIDE WITH THE TOOLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that are making noise! I look at DJ and say are you &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY!!&lt;/strong&gt; He says Josh is out there and he has the on/off switch in his hands...&lt;em&gt;like thats suppose to make me feel better!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SCARY!&lt;/strong&gt;! Anywho, Seth had fun at his first pinewood derby. He didn't win, but he didn't care and that's what its all about!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Josh got to go on his &lt;strong&gt;MAKE-UP&lt;/strong&gt; hike this month. You see a few months ago the scouts went camping and were going to go hiking, which they sorta did, but they sorta got rained out. He looked like a drowned rat when he returned home back then. So this time the weather was perfect and he had fun with his dad. He also had his Induction ceremony on the 10th into the National Junior Honor Society. It was short and to the point, which I liked! Josh was really on a roll this month, cuz he made Honor Roll &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(get it roll and roll... ok so it wasn't that funny...give a gal a break already)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He really is a smart kid, when he wants to be, he just hides it well)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Right now he's off playing Boy Scout at a day camp earning, I hope, lots of badges! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Cayla's life has been crazy this month, but looking at her life, it's crazy every month. The last few weeks she's been going over to a friends house who is currently taking the missionary discussions. Which is pretty cool. Earlier in the month, the cheerleaders had to go and cheer for the P F Changs Rock N Roll Marathon...oh my heck, you should have seen the outfit she had on, I wish I had gotten a pic of it, it was unbelievable! She's had SAT Test this month and Scholarship dinners, Student council, dance, plus cheer and YW's, speaking at other schools for NHS...and so on and so on and so on. Right now she is up in Prescott at a POM competition. Really how does she fit it all in, cuz you know I haven't figured it out yet, and she still manages to get to seminary. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, it's no wonder she is sick all the time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Now for all of your sports fans this will be cool to you but for those of you that don't care for sports or should I say football then you just wont care!!! DJ's month was busy with Football games!! Not like what you think. Yes he watched some but his was mainly working them. And of course he worked the &lt;strong&gt;BIG one for AZ -- THE FIESTA BOWL!!&lt;/strong&gt; He was put in charge of protecting one of the coaches and was right there on the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;But as Football came to an end, other things came forward. The Military got their paper work together &lt;strong&gt;(FINALLY)&lt;/strong&gt; and made him First Sergeant. So now he's the &lt;strong&gt;BIG GUY&lt;/strong&gt; in the unit &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(He's already one of the oldest...;D)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It's extra work but it's what he wants. More power to the old guy! So he had that, &lt;strong&gt;THEN&lt;/strong&gt; we get a call...the Stake President wants to meet with him...&lt;strong&gt;BUSTED!&lt;/strong&gt; Well, we knew something was up. It could be good, it could be bad~ Well, we haven't decided yet. His new calling is to the Stake High Council. So this is either...3rd times a charm or strike 3 your out! We will see! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;But amongst all of this DJ's been having &lt;strong&gt;A LOT, I mean A LOT&lt;/strong&gt; of pain in his leg. Not his knee where he had surgery but his leg. After an MRI...&lt;em&gt;drum roll please&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE RESULTS...STRESS FRACTURE!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; He has to be off his leg for 6 to 8 weeks &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(maybe more).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What's that mean for a police detective...&lt;strong&gt;LIGHT DUTY!&lt;/strong&gt; You can't drive your work vehicle cuz you can't carry a gun cuz you can't fight bad guys! So whats that mean in our family...&lt;strong&gt;WELL&lt;/strong&gt;...3 drivers~2 vehicles...one driver has to drive to 19th Ave everyday at 5:30am...2nd driver has to drive to 91st ave at 5:25 am and then to 115th Ave at 7:00am everyday...3rd driver is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NOW STUCK AT HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; without a vehicle until either one of said drivers decide to return home...in case you can't guess...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'M THE 3rd DRIVER! NOT FUN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mixed in with this month was things I had for school, my grandpa's 82nd birthday &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;(which we had a small party at the hospital for him),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and lots more. Oh and who could forget &lt;strong&gt;ALL THAT WONDERFUL RAIN!&lt;/strong&gt; It was soooooo &lt;strong&gt;COOL!&lt;/strong&gt; I wish we could get more. It was nice while it was here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Those were just a few of the major highlights in January believe it or not! &lt;strong&gt;SO, SO MUCH MORE HAPPENED&lt;/strong&gt;, but I figured your getting sick of reading my blog and it's time to move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With that said, Here's looking forward to February...cuz it's looking a bit jammed packed!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5203416191083472395?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5203416191083472395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5203416191083472395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5203416191083472395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5203416191083472395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-month.html' title='What a MONTH...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-1116200936414596485</id><published>2010-01-24T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:19:34.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coaster Ride...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;My life's been a bit complicated lately...and anyone who knows me knows thats SO normal and your saying &lt;strong&gt;"What else is knew&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;It's like I've been on a roller coaster ride lately- &lt;strong&gt;up &amp;amp; down - down &amp;amp; up -side to side - round &amp;amp; round-loop to loop - back &amp;amp; froth - then back again!&lt;/strong&gt; Really that's what life's been like lately and I'm sure most of you can relate to what I'm talking about! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Lately our family has been faced with some &lt;strong&gt;VERY&lt;/strong&gt; difficult decisions (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which I'll keep to myself right now)&lt;/span&gt;, and we are really having a hard time with those decisions... &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes I wish I could be 7 years old so my Mommy could make all my decisions for me!  I'd be loving life then. Oh plus she could come and clean my house...that would be SO sweet! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Anywho- you know you want to do whats right and whats best...but the question is...&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS RIGHT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;So you pray and your not sure if you get your answer cuz if your like me your stubborn and pigheaded &lt;em&gt;(you all can stop agreeing with me so quickly...try to act shocked when I say things...where is the love).&lt;/em&gt;  Of course as a parent you want to do what's best for the family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Have you ever wanted something so bad - so bad that you dreamed about it --- You just knew it would happen.  It had to happen...&lt;strong&gt;RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;? Well, sometimes the Lord has other plans for you.  Even when you argue with Him - &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Yes, I do argue with the Lord, sometimes...not all the time.  It's in my nature to argue...don't know why...you'll have to talk to my parents, I blame them for it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;;)...But I do often argue even though He's always right.  You see I generally know what the answers are before I get that full answer feeling.  I just don't always want to hear it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Then theres dealing with the effects of others and ho you interact with them after they have treated you a certain way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know...none of these makes any sense to you all...but what do you expect...it's the ramblings of a crazy women...ME;)!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all is said and done...I still don't have the answer to my question and my life is STILL complicated!  GOT TO LOVE IT!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here I go again...UP &amp;amp; DOWN - BACK &amp;amp; FORTH! IT'S ALL GOOD!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-1116200936414596485?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/1116200936414596485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=1116200936414596485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1116200936414596485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/1116200936414596485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2010/01/roller-coaster-ride.html' title='Roller Coaster Ride...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8572006589458998962</id><published>2009-12-21T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:27:09.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its time for the stress wagon to set in...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Holiday shop is OVER...THANK GOODNESS!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Like I said before...It was &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/strong&gt; It made Black Friday seem mild. Those kid's were &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY!! TRUST ME&lt;/strong&gt;...I saw it in their eyes!!! &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;They were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WILD EYES!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;The kids wanted&lt;strong&gt; EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;!! And there was ONLY Teresa and me working ALL week (and due to an emergency for a while -just me)! It was a &lt;strong&gt;MAD HOUSE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;BUT because of the Holiday shop --- &lt;strong&gt;I LOST A WEEK -- A WHOLE WEEK!! &lt;/strong&gt;Do you know how much a week is during the holidays...it's a life time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm so far behind! In fact other than shopping, I've gotten nothing done!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO WRAPPING, NO BAKING, NO CLEANING, NO NOTHING!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;And I only have part of this week left because I lost this weekend, cuz, well we took the kids to &lt;strong&gt;DISNEYLAND&lt;/strong&gt; for Seth's 8th birthday! It was a BIG surprise for the kids! And what a better place to try and get into the Christmas holiday then at Disneyland! Did you know they make it snow there? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We soooo LOVE Disneyland!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; More on our trip another time, with pics! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But because of the trip, which I'm sooo glad we took, our family really needed it, I'm going to lose A LOT of time getting things ready for &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHRISTMAS!&lt;/span&gt; So this next 4 days will be crazy. Plus today, Seth has an appointment in town at 1 and then there is Christmas lights tonight...then Wed we are going someplace, can't say where yet, cuz we are taking my mom and dad, and well, mom reads this and then she will know where we are going. She probably knows where already but, I'm not going to say just in case! But the Christmas Eve party is coming up and I have to be ready by then. So much to do, and so little time.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm starting to look like one of those crazy women runny around with wild hair and bulging eyes!! Well, I'll some how get it all done...I don't know how...STAY TUNE!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8572006589458998962?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8572006589458998962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8572006589458998962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8572006589458998962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8572006589458998962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-time-for-sterss-wagon-to-set-in.html' title='Its time for the stress wagon to set in...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8488700943618339973</id><published>2009-12-16T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T06:54:34.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hansen Christmas Letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dear Family and Friends, December 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888411088859922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SykZ0LYbMxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9ASpbwvvLiE/s320/100_2369.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We know we say this every year, but its true…it amazes us when Christmas comes around because we really can’t believe that another year has passed. BUT here we are at the end of 2009, with Christmas fast approaching. There is so much to get done with all the hustle &amp;amp; bustle of the season but we wanted to take a moment &amp;amp; pause to celebrate the birth of our Savior. This year has found our family a little stressed but as we look back we realized that we have been so blessed with His love &amp;amp; we wanted to express our gratefulness for the blessings we have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We hope that as you are reading this you &amp;amp; your family are well &amp;amp;in good spirits. DJ, Suzi &amp;amp; the kids, Cayla (17), Joshua (11) &amp;amp; Seth (7-8 on the 17th of this month) have kept ourselves sort of busy this past year. We are still out in Buckeye watching it grow everyday. Like we said its been a busy but quiet year for the Hansen Family. The kids however, have kept us running from one place to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888399966823618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SykZzh8uZMI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vHxBpZedwQQ/s320/100_2340.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 weeks, Seth will turn eight. Its hard to believe that he has survived this long without some major incident happening…you know, like mom trading him in for a nice quiet chinchilla...just joking (maybe). Really, he is a very loving, but very talkative child, he NEVER stops, EVER! But we love him! Next month he’ll get baptized for our church. He’s really looking forward to that. He’s also getting ready for Cub Scouts, which he is SO excited about. He’s been watching his big brother do it for 4 years now &amp;amp; he can’t wait. He’s working hard in 2nd grade, where he has his own little group of friends…most of which are girls, they adore him (it’s that smile)! They want to play anything he plays…even if its Indian Jones or Batman, the girls will do it, if Seth says so. It’s so fun to sit back and have him read books to us now, its kind of cute watching him sound out words. He’s still working hard on his speech &amp;amp; trying to stay out of trouble (that’s a hard one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Joshua is our funny child. He’s such a cute kid. But he’s tricky. He has you thinking he’s such a quiet &amp;amp; shy kid &amp;amp; then BAM!! He shows his wild &amp;amp; crazy side. This year he has had a lot of changes in his life. He moved up from cub scouts into 11 yr old scouts &amp;amp; he is loving it. Right as he was moving into scouts he received his Arrow of Light which is a big thing in cub scouts. His first scout campout, Josh had so much fun~they got poured on (who would of thought it would rain in AZ)! He thought it was GREAT!! 6th grades going pretty go so far for him. He’s starting to come out of his comfort zone (alittle). He’s playing football &amp;amp; basketball &amp;amp; my shy kid has joined student council. This requires him to talk in front of others…kind of a hard thing for him to be center stage. Oh &amp;amp; he was asked to join Jr. National Honor Society this year. He’s been such a help to his mom when it comes to helping with Seth &amp;amp; things with School. We think he’s a pretty good kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the busiest of our three, Cayla. She’s still juggling EVERYTHING in life! How she manages, I really don’t know. Her Senor year has proven to be busiest year. She’s balancing cheer, dance, school, NHS, Pom, student council, church, trying to find a college, family, lots more, &amp;amp; oh yes, can’t forget BOYS, BOYS, BOYS. At the end of her Jr. year she ended up attended 3 Proms, good thing we had 3 prom dress’(we love a good sale). This year Cayla was elected to the Homecoming court and ended up coming in as first runner up, Homecoming Princess. Cayla is still actively involved in her dancing &amp;amp; this year she has done so much singing for our church. She really does have a beautiful voice. She is working on her second YW’s medallion &amp;amp; should have it by Feb 2010. We really don’t know how she manages all of this &amp;amp; maintains a 4.4 grade point average, but she does. She is her biggest critic; if she doesn’t feel like she has given her all at something then she is the hardest on herself than anyone else is. That’s a hard thing at such a young age. She continues to be a help to her teachers, friends &amp;amp; family. She can be such a good example to us all with the amount of love she gives to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415888420486635442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SykZ0uZB37I/AAAAAAAAAdU/GCg4q3zuGck/s320/Easter09science+056.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Suzi is working on keeping the family together. Keeping everyone’s schedule straight gets a little hard sometimes. This year Suzi’s spent most of her free time at the boy’s school working with the PTSA, where she serves as Vice President &amp;amp; Treasure. This really keeps her busy. She enjoys being at the school with the boy’s &amp;amp; having an active involvement in their lives. She continues to serve as Laural (16-17 yr old girls) teacher at church. Cayla enjoys this cuz she gets to have her mom as her teacher. We are grateful for all the balancing acts Suzi does for our family and we love her for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;DJ is starting his Christmas off with an early gift, he just received word this week that he was made the 1st sergeant of his military unit. This made his year! He’s been keeping life busy between family, church, work &amp;amp; guard. He still enjoys teaching the Gospel Doctrine class at church. He kind of got depressed this year cuz he didn’t get drawn for elk hunting which ended up being a good thing, according to Suzi, because during the summer he hurt his knee &amp;amp; last month ended up having knee surgery. So it all worked out &amp;amp; there is always next year. We’re just grateful the surgery went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;From our house to yours we hope you have a Merry Christmas and May your New Year be Fun and Happy!&lt;br /&gt;All Our love,&lt;br /&gt;DJ, Suzi, Cayla, Joshua and Seth Hansen&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8488700943618339973?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8488700943618339973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8488700943618339973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8488700943618339973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8488700943618339973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/hansen-christmas-letter.html' title='Hansen Christmas Letter'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SykZ0LYbMxI/AAAAAAAAAdM/9ASpbwvvLiE/s72-c/100_2369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-994138521469070282</id><published>2009-12-05T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T17:02:55.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok~Ok...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I know~I know...Don't get on me like ugly on a frog!! I've been a SLACKER...AGAIN!! No surprise there~RIGHT! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;But what can I say~Life's been~well~&lt;strong&gt;NO I WON'T SAY IT&lt;/strong&gt;... we all have crazy busy lives, so I wont use that excuse... so let's just say life's been life, according to my definition of life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;I will say&lt;strong&gt; I SURVIVED BLACK FRIDAY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; With all the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;insaneness&lt;/span&gt; and wildness &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(yes that would be my life, not just black Friday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, I managed to get 90% of my shopping done!! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(I'm so awesome if I do say so myself...now Suzi get off your cloud!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The day was &lt;strong&gt;HILARIOUSLY INSANE&lt;/strong&gt; if I do say so, and I do! The sales weren't really all that if you ask me! It was what I did and who I did it with that made it a FUN day/night! &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(yes that was the word night in there). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Thanksgiving Day...we spent it at my moms this year instead of home or at Disneyland &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;(yes we go there a lot on Thanksgiving, its so fun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or at Kim's, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;, you see my grandpa's in the hospital. We all needed to stay close so we could go back and forth that day. More on that another time, maybe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;So Teresa, my friend&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; (yes I really have one, mom :))~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've talked about her before...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we decided to be a little shall we say mentally ill. We went out Thanksgiving night at 11:35 pm! Yes, that wasn't 4:30 am like most sane Black Friday shoppers, that was 11:35 pm, the night before. Other than the first store we went to, where we had an hour &amp;amp; half wait, the rest of the stores we had NO~ yes NO wait ~ in and out in just a few minutes! We did decide that the mall was not worth going to! That's where we had the long wait! After we left the store and started walking around we were laughing at all the people in some of the lines that went the length of the mall &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sorry if that was you).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Then, as we were leaving Old Navy at around 3:30~4, we were laughing at the people at Best Buy camping out at their doors in Tents with little grills to keep warm! It was so funny &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(again if that was you sorry, and I know my laughing is going to come back and bit me in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;darreair&lt;/span&gt;~it always does),&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but we were in and out with all our stuff with in 20 to 30 minutes, come on is that shopping or what! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;At &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JC&lt;/span&gt; Penny's we had to have one of the guys help us out with our stuff &amp;amp; when he got to Teresa's truck he started laughing. Can you believe that...he laughed at all the stuff we had. Teresa had to buy for a lot of family. When we went to Target a guy was pushing in carts, looked at the back and just walked away laughing at the back of our truck! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Teresa and I got home around 11 or so still full of energy and then I turned around and left again with DJ and didn't get home till 5:30 or so. We went out looking for things for Cayla, came back empty handed! I hate shopping for her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The two bad things out of all that is...I still have NO idea what to get Cayla other than clothes~ugh! And now I have to wrap the gifts! Stupid Teresa already has hers wrapped!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S REVIEW BLACK FRIDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;~The deals this year were SO-SO (at least I thought so) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;~Got 90% of my Christmas shopping done~yeah me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;~Teresa &amp;amp; I had a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"&gt;~Sleep is SO over RATED!! You should try going a few days with out it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH and GUESS WHAT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHRISTMAS is COMING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-994138521469070282?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/994138521469070282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=994138521469070282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/994138521469070282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/994138521469070282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/12/okok.html' title='Ok~Ok...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-922336655192064954</id><published>2009-10-22T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T07:01:29.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor~Poor~Poor Cayla...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You got to really feel for the kid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;NOT!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;When the poutty lip comes out and the sad, sad eyes and then the "it's not right, it's just not right!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY...You ask?  Well, I'll tell you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;See Cayla has a few friends that, well, will text me and ask me questions, or that I'll text and ask questions &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(What can I say...I'm a cool mom...hey don't laugh...let me live in my own little world and think my own little thoughts, ok!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Now I'm sure there are some of you moms out there with teens that do that.  Now, it just so happens that some of our conversations will go on and on and on for a while and maybe those conversations will be about...well I don't know...about Cayla...just maybe... and maybe, she happens to be sitting right in the same room with me or with the friends at the time...and maybe, just maybe neither one of us will tell her what were text. &lt;strong&gt;I'm just saying &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAYBE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH BUT DON'T FEEL SORRY FOR THE EVIL CHILD!!!  Yes, I said EVIL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That poutty lip will change, the whinny and complaining will change and the &lt;strong&gt;EVIL EYES&lt;/strong&gt; come out...the &lt;strong&gt;STARE STARTS.&lt;/strong&gt;  She will walk around and JUST &lt;strong&gt;LOOK&lt;/strong&gt; into your eyes... You moms &lt;strong&gt;KNOW&lt;/strong&gt; what I'm talking about...&lt;strong&gt;BUT NO...SHES EVEN MORE EVIL...SHE ATTACKS...THAT'S RIGHT...YOUR READ IT HERE and YOU READ IT RIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;...she went after me around the kitchen table &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(after the cell phone...it might of been cuz I said do you want to read what we've been texting...oops, I deleted it...ha ha ha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I'm not ashamed to say I ran to DJ and hide, but then...she came after me!!! That little pill, how dare she and started to try and tickle me and take the cell phone.  DJ had to protect me.  What a hubby he is!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All this cuz I text Geoff about his new dogs name &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(which I wanted him to name Cayla's nick giggles and he said NO WAY...You can't have two weird crazy females name giggles :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... and about whatever else we could think of about Cayla &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;(heheheheheheheheheheheheh)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and it just went on for a long time...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WE JUST DID IT TO BUG CAYLA...CUZ WE CAN!  ;) LUV YOU BABY GIRL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-922336655192064954?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/922336655192064954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=922336655192064954' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/922336655192064954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/922336655192064954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/poorpoorpoor-cayla.html' title='Poor~Poor~Poor Cayla...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5581444721754124603</id><published>2009-10-21T11:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:07:51.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where or where is my PURSE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;I really miss carrying my purse right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;You see &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ONLY 2 DAYS TIL THE CARNIVAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;...WOW...CAN'T BELIEVE THAT...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have to carry so much junk...oh &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;...it's not &lt;strong&gt;JUNK&lt;/strong&gt;...it's important &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;PTSA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;stuff &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(right Teresa)&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;that it wont fit into my purse so I have to carry a bag, a big bag full of everything, papers, money, checks, notes, documents, things you write with, gum, water, t-shirts, tape, calculators, &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING &lt;/strong&gt;under the sun...&lt;strong&gt;HECK IF YOU LOOK, I BET THE KITCHEN SINK IS IN THERE SOMEWHERE...I WANT MY PURSE!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I keep forgetting stuff...&lt;strong&gt;example yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;What did I forget...my drivers license&lt;/strong&gt; so I couldn't cash one of the checks we needed to write for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PTSA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I don't have my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lic&lt;/span&gt; number memorize...come on, what more do you want...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; too much for my head to remember~&lt;em&gt;numbers&lt;/em&gt;!!! &lt;strong&gt;REALLY&lt;/strong&gt;...if its not your socially security number~who has it memorized...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;obviously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Your killing me here people, just plain old killing me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5581444721754124603?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5581444721754124603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5581444721754124603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5581444721754124603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5581444721754124603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/where-or-where-is-my-purse.html' title='Where or where is my PURSE...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3954940623192246487</id><published>2009-10-20T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T07:05:00.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going crazy...AGAIN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I think I just might be going crazy!!! They say that happens when you get older...I did just have a birthday this last week and so somewhere along the way the years did start to SLOWLY creep up on me and as Cayla occasionally reminds me, well she reminds DJ more than me, we are getting older.  BUT I think with my old age, not that I'm saying I'm old, I think my mind is going~Oh wait I NEVER had a MIND!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;But some of you might be asking why I think I might be losing that thing in the upper part of my head...well it's that time of year again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;NO...Not Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;NO...Not Thanksgiving!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;NO...Not when the weather guy says that we will have no more 100 degree weather and then we do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;NO... No Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEP...you guessed it...IT'S the Jasinski FALL CARNIVAL!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;JUST KILL ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;You would think after what I put my body throw last year, I would have learned and NOT do it this year...well that would be a NO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;And guess what...it's even BIGGER...yes, you read right...that was the word BIGGER this year.  And there is really only 2 of us running around until the day of it planning it.  AUUUUUUUGGGGGG.  Really I AM CRAZY.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;BUT IT'S GONNA BE FUN!  Ok...Shameless plug...you all should come...you know I'm just a shameful person...if you are anywhere in the valley, you should come.  Its cheap and safe...Heck it's in Buckeye!!!  Ok, so it's half way to California if you live on the other side of the Valley, but thats ok, just make a trip out of it;)...hit the carnival first and the drive to California and watch the sun rise at the beach, sound good &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(you know I'm just kidding, its really not that far, people~20 minutes, 15 if you drive like me, cops plug your ears)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Heres some of what you'll get...Shameless plug time...50ft zipline &lt;em&gt;(you have to be 48inch tall to go on this ride)&lt;/em&gt;~ it's called the survivor...it looks so cool (&lt;em&gt;it takes its own crew to put this one together, its so big)&lt;/em&gt;, a video gaming trailer with 14 plasma TV's, a gyro, swing n spin, a 58 foot slide, a train, games, food and lots more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Its not as bit as the state fair, its not as small as your normal school carnival, but hey its OUR school carnival.  And I have to put the word out there some how...RIGHT?!?! And what better way then my blog.  SO, with that said there it is, plus, I had to put something on the blog, its been awhile since I've put anything on and right now all I eat, sleep, drink and dream is this carnival.  Its crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Once the Carnival is over will life slow down...NOP the next week, we start right into the book fair...NOVEMBER 2 to the 6th.  I really think I am going CRAZY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3954940623192246487?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3954940623192246487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3954940623192246487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3954940623192246487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3954940623192246487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-going-crazyagain.html' title='I&apos;m going crazy...AGAIN...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5286465869293207605</id><published>2009-10-06T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T08:04:28.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHECK ONE...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coughing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(Late night~ALL RIGHT~NO SLEEP...again!!!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHECK TWO...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(Cool shower and meds to bring down) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;CHECK THREE...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throw up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...(Time for GOOD OLD Mr. BUCKET)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;~~~WHAT'S NEXT ON THE LIST...&lt;strong&gt;POOR SETH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME FALL BREAK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5286465869293207605?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5286465869293207605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5286465869293207605' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5286465869293207605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5286465869293207605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/check-one.html' title='Check one...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5734690406637698120</id><published>2009-09-25T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T13:07:37.597-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is for MOM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is for my mommy...CUZ she informed me the other day, &lt;strong&gt;AFTER&lt;/strong&gt; I sent her an e-mail that I needed to update my Blog. You see at the end of my e-mails it says to visit me at my blog. Mom says, "I do visit and its the same, it NEEDS to be UPDATED!" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Whatever, MOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO FINE, MOTHER!!! I'm UPDATING just for little OLD you!! :) Love you mommy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, as many of you know from reading my facebook...oh you didn't know I was on facebook, well, I am, check me out on facebook (so is DJ and Cayla). Anywho, I love how my mind just wonders around, need to stary focused on my task at hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;But back to my topic...as some of you may know, Cayla was nominated for HOMECOMING Queen. How cool is that and boy was she shocked!!! Well, I thought it was pretty cool in deed. Well alas (what a funny word to use), she did not win, BUT she was runner up and because the queen did not, yes that was~ did not go to the Homecoming dance, Cayla started the dance with the king. Have you ever heard of such a thing, not going to your Homecoming dance when you just won Homecoming. Crazy if you ask me. But Cayla did get a crown out of it and a sash. And out of all the girls in the school she was 1st runner up. Shes a princess in our books. Way to go baby girl! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Also, are you ready for this one, Josh, my sweet quite but sometimes crazy middle baby is playing football. Did you hear what I typed...&lt;strong&gt;FOOTBALL.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, the sport where you can break you body. Isn't bad enough that I have Cayla who is a walking advertisement for a physical Therapist, that now Josh wants to get all beat up. Its just too funny though some of the things that have happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So he comes home from school and he gets this cheesy grin on his face and he says "mom what do you think if I want to play football?" The kids never showed an interest in football before, basketball, yes, baseball, yes, football, never. I just kind of laughed and said I don't think so, you would die and break all your bones. So he asked again. This time I knew something was up. The school was starting a team and he wanted to play. He'd been playing at lunch and I guess he really liked it. I told him he'd get all beat up and he says...&lt;strong&gt;NO I WONT.&lt;/strong&gt; Let me tell you what happen the next day when I went to check him out of school early. Hes sitting at the front office waiting for me, with a bag of ice on his chin, bruised. He &lt;strong&gt;GOT KICKED IN THE FACE. MOMMY ALWAYS KNOWS!&lt;/strong&gt; Told him he'd get hurt!!! He got kicked twice in the face. Its not the only injury he's gotten. Oh don't get me wrong, I don't care at all that he's playing, I just wanted to pull his leg, but &lt;strong&gt;I KNEW HE WOULD GET HURT...I ALWAYS KNOW...I'M THE MOTHER!!!&lt;/strong&gt; He is having fun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Then of course Seth...Seth...Seth...What to do with that kid. Do you know how many people have asked me where he has gotten his accent from. I just don't know about that kid. His new thing is to talk with an English accent, that on top of his already natural accent that he has that you can't understand. He comes out and says "&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ello, Gevonor."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Strange kid. Wonder who he belongs to?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So Mom, sooo sooo sorry that I've failed you as a daughter at keeping up on the blog and the facebook. Life has been a little crazy as of late. Don't feel guilty cuz you pressured me into updating at all. It needed to be done. I will try and be better at my responsibilities at getting on to the computer and down loading pictures too. I know I am failing in the department also. Oh just go ahead and disown me, I'm not even worth it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hey mom, YOU SHOULD START A BLOG!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;LUV ya LOTS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5734690406637698120?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5734690406637698120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5734690406637698120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5734690406637698120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5734690406637698120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-for-mom.html' title='This is for MOM...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-7337983608719264328</id><published>2009-09-07T08:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T08:56:58.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes Mickey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id284" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;...I outta...&lt;/span&gt;if it wasn't for the fact that Mickeys so darn &lt;strong&gt;CUTE&lt;/strong&gt; and a 16 1/2 year old black Lab dog, I'd, well, I don't know what, &lt;strong&gt;BUT I WOULD!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id285" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id286" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;In Mickeys old age he's gotten, well, a bit senile...and when it storms with lightning and thunder, he goes &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY!&lt;/strong&gt;  Over the the last few years he's eaten, and I do mean eaten our house...stucco, metal, concrete, wood, you name it~he's eaten it. And its not just the storms...he has what we now call &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(its a scientific term~well one we made scientific),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; SUNDOWNSINDRUM&lt;/strong&gt;...when the sun goes down, he goes &lt;strong&gt;CRAZY&lt;/strong&gt; and starts knocking at the door trying to come in.  What a &lt;strong&gt;MENTAL&lt;/strong&gt; case! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id287" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id288" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;He was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; like this before &lt;strong&gt;MEG&lt;/strong&gt;.  Who is Meg...Meg was a German short hair dog we found years ago.  She was afraid of &lt;strong&gt;ANY&lt;/strong&gt; loud noise~even the ice maker...She was &lt;strong&gt;NUTS&lt;/strong&gt;~I tell you, just plan &lt;strong&gt;NUTS!&lt;/strong&gt;  Sometimes I though she was going to brake our sliding glass door down trying to get into the house...and now shes passed this unto Mickey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id289" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id290" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A storm comes...he goes crazy...and that's what happened Saturday!  We were trying to get ready to walk out the door to Caleb, my nephews, baptism.  We're dressed in Sunday clothes, dress and heels ~me and Cay, shirts and ties ~ the boys.  DJ's already left cuz we had to take two vehicles cuz he was working the ASU game later that day &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(figures he ALWAYS misses the craziness in my life).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Oh and I'm fighting the starting of a whooper of a migraine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(So much joy in my life). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id291" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id292" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Anywho...I could see a storm was coming so I decided to be nice and let Mickey in.  That will teach me ~ trying to be nice...when will I learn!  SO, he comes in...we had the front door open cuz we were getting ready to walk out.  Infact the boys were already in the truck.  They were just waiting for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id293" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id294" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mickey makes a b-line for the font door and I told him go lay down, which he did!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Mickeys &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NORMALLY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pretty good about listening when we tell him to obey something...kids should follow his example!  Well until....) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then I turn around and before I knew it...he was up and out the door.  I was yelling &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Mickey, stop!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(I really think in his old age hes going deaf cuz sometimes he doesn't hear us and we can walk right up to him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  He normally will stop right at the door...he'll sit and just look out, we always leave the door open...&lt;strong&gt;BUT NO&lt;/strong&gt;, not that day...out he goes...I take off after him in 4 1/2 inch heels, mind you.  I kick them off and take off &lt;strong&gt;IN THE RAIN, IN A DRESS,&lt;/strong&gt; trying not to fall cuz I kept slipping.  Cayla comes running and then Seth.  We get Mickey cornered down the road at one of the houses.  Then Josh comes running down the street, in the rain, asking "Why is everyone running down the street?"  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Nothing like being a day late and a dollar short.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Of course the dumb dog didn't want to go back...&lt;strong&gt;HE'S CRAZY!!!&lt;/strong&gt; I really don't know what his problem was, hes usually a really good dog!  I'm telling you&lt;strong&gt;~HE'S CRAZY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id295" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id296" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Needless to say...we got him home...put him in the laundry room where his bed his...got wet skid marks all over my tile floor, cuz I had to drag him...Now I have to mop...got wet from running in the rain...My hair went flat from the rain &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(perfect for pictures after the baptism)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;my migraine started to get really bad at this point~stress ya know...hit a pretty big storm driving to the baptism, which slowed down our driving time...couldn't see the roads~&lt;strong&gt;NICE&lt;/strong&gt;....and was 5 to 10 minutes lat for the baptism....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id298" align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id297" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;All because an old dog is scared of thunder and lightning!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-7337983608719264328?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/7337983608719264328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=7337983608719264328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7337983608719264328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/7337983608719264328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-mickey.html' title='Sometimes Mickey...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6637496143817708064</id><published>2009-09-04T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:12:56.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANG~CRASH~BOOM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id253" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...thats what I heard at 7:45 in the morning, while I was getting ready to take the boys to school. Josh, Seth and myself had the jeepers scared out of us!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id254" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id255" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Here let me paint the picture for you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id262" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm in my bathroom, putting make-up on &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(trust me, you don't want to see me without the stuff...its pretty scary whats under all of it...sometimes I even scare myself),&lt;/span&gt; anywho, I'm putting the much needed make-up on when...I hear this loud noise coming from somewhere in the house.  NO JOKE...it sounded like someone crashing into a wall with their car. It was so loud it scared the jeepers out of me!!  I go running out of my room and start yelling..."Are you guys ok...what was that sound?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id251" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id252" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Josh answers and says "Seths dresser fell over".  I run to their room and see poor Seth almost in tears.  I ask are you ok and he says yes as he sits down.  I ask did it hit you and he says yes on my leg and foot, but I'm ok.  At this point I'm holding him and before I know it he starts to cry.  Poor guy, his leg was really hurting him and he was trying so hard to be brave.  I checked his leg and it has some cuts and busies on it, so did his foot.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(He looks like I beet him to death)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id256" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id257" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When asked what happened, he wasn't really sure.  He says he was looking in his top drawer and then it fell.  Mom being Mom, put two and two together.  I asked if he climbed on it and he says "no I'm tall enough to reach", but I still figured it out.  You see he is tall enough but barley, I'm guessing he stands on his tippy toes to see inside, pulling on the top shelf to help him see better.  So being the Sherlock Homes that I am...I'm guess he did this and the poor dress just couldn't take it and down it went...scary the jeepers out of the boys, oh and me.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id258" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id259" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Poor guys, Josh was scared to death.  Then he started looking at the dresser...of course the drawers broke but that wasn't the worst part...they have a lot of knick knacks on their dressers and the ones on Seths are now in a million pieces.  Josh got really upset and started to cry &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(I think mostly because he got scared, not so much the broken pieces)&lt;/span&gt; then I told him I'd rather have broken stuff, then two broken boys...oh wait I had one a couple of years ago:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id260" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id261" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What away to start the weekend off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6637496143817708064?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6637496143817708064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6637496143817708064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6637496143817708064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6637496143817708064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/09/bangcrashboom.html' title='BANG~CRASH~BOOM...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-642620833729674819</id><published>2009-08-31T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T18:02:37.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer of Fun in Pictures...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; I know, I know...all these pictures are a little late, but what do you want from me...I'm lucky I remember my name and address...WAIT~whats my name....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anywho, these are just a few of the pics from all we've been doing since May...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;ENJOY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlGKEE9zI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b73KCcNd6Ug/s1600-h/100_1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283211628607282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlGKEE9zI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b73KCcNd6Ug/s320/100_1979.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlH__J0kI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GPhZYac5sZg/s1600-h/100_2295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283243283337794" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlH__J0kI/AAAAAAAAAaY/GPhZYac5sZg/s320/100_2295.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                OK...Can I just say...Sea World with Josh, sleeping there, being in the place after hours...SO COOL!!!  Don't you just love our &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVELY GREEN SHIRTS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Of course here is Josh and me...and our good friends, Austin and Teresa...I tend to get into a lot of TROUBLE with Teresa....)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlG_X7wzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SWsRhxZ2GPA/s1600-h/100_1987+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283225938969394" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlG_X7wzI/AAAAAAAAAaI/SWsRhxZ2GPA/s320/100_1987+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hes just SOOOOOO cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmcFnOvII/AAAAAAAAAa4/mapdd6oTBGo/s1600-h/100_2356+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284687902620802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmcFnOvII/AAAAAAAAAa4/mapdd6oTBGo/s320/100_2356+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The newest Temple in UTAH...Oquir Temple&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(yeah I know I spelt it wrong, but hey what do you expect from someone who hasn't been in school in (blank) years!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmblES5NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6ZbEklvo4dc/s1600-h/100_2342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284679166158034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmblES5NI/AAAAAAAAAaw/6ZbEklvo4dc/s320/100_2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpV4dpCfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4CDj7C8UzTs/s1600-h/100_2545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376287879828408818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpV4dpCfI/AAAAAAAAAcA/4CDj7C8UzTs/s320/100_2545.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;(good friends the Bowkers...Love them!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpWRjhXgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bNkGs-xe7v4/s1600-h/100_2504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376287886563958274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpWRjhXgI/AAAAAAAAAcI/bNkGs-xe7v4/s320/100_2504.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlIa_Sf5I/AAAAAAAAAag/pW5QO13l_L8/s1600-h/100_2338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376283250531663762" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlIa_Sf5I/AAAAAAAAAag/pW5QO13l_L8/s320/100_2338.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmbBcmdzI/AAAAAAAAAao/DsG4qxHN5JM/s1600-h/100_2332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284669604427570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmbBcmdzI/AAAAAAAAAao/DsG4qxHN5JM/s320/100_2332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666600;"&gt;(Mary Fielding Smiths home) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went to the "This is the Place" in Utah...TWICE!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(This is where Brigham Young said the saints needed to be...its a pioneer village) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; The kids had so much fun the first time and we didn't get to see everything &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;(still didn't)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;that we met up with our very good friends the Bowkers and spent another day there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxnjEDv6JI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PEA3B5qcS50/s1600-h/100_2460+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376285907256076434" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxnjEDv6JI/AAAAAAAAAbw/PEA3B5qcS50/s320/100_2460+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxniasz3II/AAAAAAAAAbo/uN-FOQSPi6Q/s1600-h/100_2462+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376285896154012802" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxniasz3II/AAAAAAAAAbo/uN-FOQSPi6Q/s320/100_2462+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(Salt Lake Temple)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxp0k0NphI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WErm6uKMivc/s1600-h/IMG_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376288407130318354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxp0k0NphI/AAAAAAAAAcg/WErm6uKMivc/s320/IMG_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpVFC6YsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uk4HCCwMQ1k/s1600-h/100_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376287866026091202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpVFC6YsI/AAAAAAAAAb4/uk4HCCwMQ1k/s320/100_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpW5Y8kgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JqabOm-YABM/s1600-h/100_2553+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376287897257021954" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpW5Y8kgI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/JqabOm-YABM/s320/100_2553+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK...this was SOOOO COOL!  And I have so many more pics I could put, but this is the cemetery where the prophets of the church are buried &lt;em&gt;(well all but 3).&lt;/em&gt;  We walked all over, in the rain.  We got a good work out that day.  VERY COOOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmdJ9oNqI/AAAAAAAAAbI/g_wxT1ttdxI/s1600-h/100_2435+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284706250176162" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmdJ9oNqI/AAAAAAAAAbI/g_wxT1ttdxI/s320/100_2435+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxnh3mWXXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Kug_ymd2-G0/s1600-h/100_2457+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376285886731672946" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxnh3mWXXI/AAAAAAAAAbg/Kug_ymd2-G0/s320/100_2457+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to a museum and then afterwards, we just vegged for a while at the park.  All of us had fun...running and playing!  It was a nice park...could have taken a long nap if I had a blanket!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxng6hM1LI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YhwLHTkSnIo/s1600-h/100_2447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376285870335513778" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxng6hM1LI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/YhwLHTkSnIo/s320/100_2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxnhV9v4dI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4eCaEcVkjyc/s1600-h/100_2454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376285877703008722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxnhV9v4dI/AAAAAAAAAbY/4eCaEcVkjyc/s320/100_2454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmciNuXoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LNI-5MIciMg/s1600-h/100_2404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376284695580270210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxmciNuXoI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LNI-5MIciMg/s320/100_2404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the museum, Cayla found this frog prince and she was hoping that it would be like the story...If she kissed him ~he would turn into her &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;PRINCE CHARMING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Yah~NO...it didn't work...shes still looking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxp1HsP9oI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ui3YgFrgHRc/s1600-h/100_2609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376288416492156546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Spxp1HsP9oI/AAAAAAAAAco/Ui3YgFrgHRc/s320/100_2609.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpXdwTm9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/_KvccQPXZ_4/s1600-h/100_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376287907018677202" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxpXdwTm9I/AAAAAAAAAcY/_KvccQPXZ_4/s320/100_2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back home~in the middle of NOWHERE...we found this fort...COVE FORT...that President Hinkleys great grandfather was sent to establish for the saints to rest and get supplies while they where traveling to their destinations.  It was really neat to visit...I highly recommend it to EVERYONE!  &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Plus its a nice little place to stretch the old legs and to take a break from the KIDS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663300;"&gt;Now summer is over and the NEW school year has begun!  Can't we just skip everything and jump to summer...it really was WAY too short!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-642620833729674819?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/642620833729674819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=642620833729674819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/642620833729674819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/642620833729674819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-of-fun-in-pictures.html' title='A Summer of Fun in Pictures...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SpxlGKEE9zI/AAAAAAAAAaA/b73KCcNd6Ug/s72-c/100_1979.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6788455333882031313</id><published>2009-08-22T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:41:10.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a little late...time to catch up~SO MUCH TO SAY...SO MUCH TO DO...</title><content type='html'>...And so little time to do it ALL!!! &lt;em&gt;(This ones a long one, sorry all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's really how I feel. Where to start? Lets start with the end of May the first part of June...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Utah for a site seeing trip &lt;em&gt;(sorry to all the family we didn't see but we wanted to go see all the sites we miss when we go see you normally~you understand...if not...oh well...life's rough sometimes&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;, we did stay at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;DJ's&lt;/span&gt; folks house~Thanks for the room &lt;em&gt;(its always nice to know we have a place to put our heads at night!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got kind of worried about our trip...got a late start. Was waiting for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; to get filled that I dropped off, but there was a mistake in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;perceription&lt;/span&gt; and they had to wait to hear back from the Doc. I thought we would NEVER get that call saying the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;perceription&lt;/span&gt; was ready for pick up, but by 11 &lt;em&gt;(yes that was 11 in the morning, not 6 like we wanted),&lt;/em&gt; we were off! We hit rain and lots of it in AZ, that ARIZONA you know the DESERT, where it NEVER rains, well we drove in it for a while up north~CRAZY! The kids were pretty good on the drive...didn't drive us too crazy and we got up to his folks at around 10:30 &lt;em&gt;(AZ time)...&lt;/em&gt;11:30 &lt;em&gt;(UT time&lt;/em&gt;), not too bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were off...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; not really, we kind of had a slow start. WHY~ well Cayla trimmed my hair, we ate, we just kind of did whatever...heck it was our trip. Finally we were ready to go...BUT WHERE TO... The decision was made and we went to a place called "THIS IS THE PLACE". Its the spot where Brigham Young said Utah was the place for the saints to be. Its a really cool place to be (except for the snakes). If you've NEVER been, you need to go and if its been years, go again, they've added a tun more stuff. IT WAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SOOOO&lt;/span&gt; COOL (except for the snakes)! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt; it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cool we went again on Tuesday and still didn't see everything. (More on Tuesday later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have all kinds of old pioneer homes and things from when the saints where around during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bringham&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Youngs&lt;/span&gt; time. Some of them originals and some of them copies...It was really cool. You can interact with them and do crafts, play games and things. It was a lot of fun &lt;em&gt;(other than the snakes we saw~not so fun)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we spent the day with his parents and went to their ward. They really have a nice ward. Lots of members walked up to us and introduced themselves to us...one of the friendless wards I've ever been to...It was kind of nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was pretty cool. We got up early and headed over to the town of Jordan where we got to go on a tour of the new temple that was built there...the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Oquirrh&lt;/span&gt; Mountain Temple &lt;em&gt;(remember if its spelt wrong, I just can't spell)&lt;/em&gt;. Its Gorgeous! Now if you can believer this, Seth was very good when we went on the tour! One because we threaten him with an inch of his life and two because you can't help but feel the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;spirit&lt;/span&gt;. After the tour they take you to a reception area...oh my heck, you talk about fancy. It look like a wedding reception. They had beautiful seats and tables and paintings of Christ and a beautiful piano. WOW! After that we headed over to the Museum of natural history. The kids had a lot of fun looking at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;dinos&lt;/span&gt; and frogs there...but it was after that that they had fun. We went across the street and they ran around the park for a good hour or so. From there we went to Temple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Sqair&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last day in town was really fun! We met up with our friends the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bowkers&lt;/span&gt; at the "This is the Place" Park and just hung around for the day! A few things happened during the day. We decided that Seth, DJ and hammers just don't mix. Seth was hammering, DJ was holding the nail for him...well you can put two and two together...lets just say there was blood involve. DJ and Angela introduced me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Farrs&lt;/span&gt; ice cream~I guess its the greatest ice cream around &lt;em&gt;(it was pretty good).&lt;/em&gt; Seth did something~none of us are really sure what but he ended up falling straight back on his head and hitting it really hard &lt;em&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; I tried not to laugh but I did and he was crying so hard he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;tryed&lt;/span&gt; not to but it was funny),&lt;/em&gt; left a pretty good KNOT! At the end of the day we said our good &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;bys&lt;/span&gt; to John and Angela and started to head over to the beehive house but got side tracked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; cool, but in a morbid way&lt;em&gt; (well maybe to some...we thought it was cool)...&lt;/em&gt;EVERY HEARD OF THE LINE...I SEE DEAD PEOPLE...Well, we kind of walked on dead people....So we were driving a long and ran straight into &lt;em&gt;(not really ran into),&lt;/em&gt; the Salt Lake Cemetery. Do you know whats there...Well I'll tell you...All the prophets are buried there but 3 well and our current living one. It was the coolest thing ever. It was so old looking. It was after 5 so we couldn't ask where things where, so we drove around and the first one we found was President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Hinckleys&lt;/span&gt; then after that we just drove and walked. We walked all over, this place was so BIG. They had pioneers every where. We found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Joseph&lt;/span&gt; F Smith, Joseph &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Feilding&lt;/span&gt; Smith, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Heber&lt;/span&gt; J. Grant, David O. McKay, Wilford &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Woodruf&lt;/span&gt;, Spencer W. Kimble. We also found a few apostles and a few 1st and 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; councilors. It was really cool. We want to go back, because it started to rain really hard so we needed to leave. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt; it rained every night on us while we were in Utah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed. we headed home. Again we got a late start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; DJ wanted to visit with his dad for a few minutes before he went to work so we weren't in any hurry. We got on the road at about 10:30 &lt;em&gt;(UT time).&lt;/em&gt; However we made a few pit stops on the way home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;DJ's&lt;/span&gt; sister told us about a candy story that was about 10 miles off the freeway in Alpine so we made a stop there, it was a cute drive, the candy stop was so-so. Then when you get in the middle of NOWHERE land in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Ut&lt;/span&gt; there is this Fort~Fort COVE. We drive by it all the time when we go up to UT. I'm sure you've seen the signs. Well, DJ said hey lets stop, so we did. WOW! Its ran by the church and little old missionaries &lt;em&gt;(they were so cute~I love little old missionaries)&lt;/em&gt;. It was a fort that Brigham Young asked President &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;Hinckleys&lt;/span&gt; grandfather to go out and build so he did. It was so neat. You really need to stop there. The kids had so much fun and so did DJ and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all I'd say we had a lot of fun. Did we do all the things we wanted to do this trip, NO but who cares, it was a kind of whatever happens~happens trip. Its nice sometimes just to go and not really have set things. We had plans just not set in stone. We weren't in a hurry to go places, we just had a lot of places to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Infact&lt;/span&gt; while we were there we got to see the Bountiful temple, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Tepanogus&lt;/span&gt; Temple &lt;em&gt;(I know its probably spelt wrong)&lt;/em&gt; and also some really old people that DJ knew when he use to live there in the 80's &lt;em&gt;(you know that means they were really really old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;DJ's&lt;/span&gt; really old).&lt;/em&gt; Oh and lets NOT forget &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Caylas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; of all...WE GOT TO SEE WHERE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL WAS FILMED!!! The REAL EAST HIGH!!! After about the 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; time of seeing it~it lost its thrill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE visiting UTAH~ we just NEVER really get the chance to see everything &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; were are spending it with the family...and by GEORGE...this time we wanted to!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My observations about the place in the summer time...&lt;br /&gt;~Lots and Lots of Roses&lt;br /&gt;~Lots and lots of Flowers&lt;br /&gt;~They need to re-pave all their roads, way too many pot holes&lt;br /&gt;~They streets are too narrow&lt;br /&gt;~EVERYONE rides a bike&lt;br /&gt;~There was this green stuff everywhere...DJ says its called grass&lt;br /&gt;~And this other green stuff in the sky...again hubby says they are called trees&lt;br /&gt;~Way too many hills to drive...don't think I would enjoy driving them in the snow&lt;br /&gt;~Just about every house looks different than the house next to it&lt;br /&gt;~Again Roses, they are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I'll put the pics in later, sorry they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; in now)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6788455333882031313?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6788455333882031313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6788455333882031313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6788455333882031313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6788455333882031313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-is-little-latetime-to-catch-upso.html' title='This is a little late...time to catch up~SO MUCH TO SAY...SO MUCH TO DO...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5748411060292731215</id><published>2009-07-14T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T12:47:33.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My man ROCKS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id429" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I know at times we all think that our hubby's are the best and ROCK...but can I just say at times...&lt;strong&gt;mine really does ROCK!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id427" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;As most of you know, at times, I can be...well how shall I put it...a little high strung...ok just plan crazy...AND hes the BEST, he puts up with it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id425" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;And he puts up with EVERYTHING I put him through. I know everyone of us gets a calling and our spouse gets the calling, but not like my hubby. I put him through ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I can. I EVEN make him do stuff for PTSA and for my Family &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(and most times I don't even ask, I just volunteer him, I'm so bad, I should really say sorry and feel bad for the things I put him through...maybe when I have time;-) naaa&lt;/em&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thats right...hes the MAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id431" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;So this last week I was at girls camp and I asked DJ to change his days off, work Monday and take Tuesday off so that he could drive up to camp and pick Cayla up and drive her to Flagstaff so that she can compete in a Cheer competition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id432" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id418" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Well, silly me didn't think things through, like always, BUT he did. Heres what was going on. See on Friday DJ was going to be leaving out of town for the next few weeks for Military Duty and really didn't want to miss too much work, so he was going to work all week except for when he was taking Cayla. One little problem in the plan...the boys &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(yes mom was going to take care of them, but they wanted to spend time with dad before he left and could do that if DJ was working all the time)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id420" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;My wonderful hubby, said "Family First" and took Monday and Tuesday off and went into work late on Wednesday...WHY you ask, cuz he took the boys camping and fishing while Cayla was Cheering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id422" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He drove up to Strawberry on Monday, set up camp, took the boys out hiking and fishing. Then bright and early Tuesday came into LoMia to get Cayla and drove her to Flag were he spent the day with the boys. Left camp set up in Strawberry cuz it was 11:30 by the time they dropped her back at girls camp. DJ and the boys spent the day hiking and fishing...of course the only thing they caught, which didn't make me too happy, was a SNAKE!!! Ok for that, he gets knocked down a few steps off his pedestal!!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DON'T DO SNAKES!!!&lt;/span&gt; (I've got a pic that I'll put on later for all of you to see...my heart skipped a few beats when I saw it)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id423" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Anywho, the next morning, they were off, back to Phoenix, dropped the boys off at grandmas and then he was off to work!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sometimes he really can be the BEST!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;He really does ROCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5748411060292731215?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5748411060292731215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5748411060292731215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5748411060292731215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5748411060292731215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-man-rocks.html' title='My man ROCKS...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-8492593286745328879</id><published>2009-07-14T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T16:37:34.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Camp...just a few hightlights...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ms__id506" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, I can say I survived...I didn't die...I didn't get sprayed by a skunk, didn't get eaten by a mountain lion, didn't get bitten by a snake and I didn't fall off the side of the mountain!!! I LIVED through GIRLS CAMP!!! YEAH ME!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id507" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;NO...REALLY, it was questionable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;but camp went well...sooooo many people said this was one of the best camps they've had in Buckeye in a long time. Way to go Tiffany and Katie...you guys did good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id509" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;NOW, you know me...I'm not gonna lie to you...there were some major ups and some major down. AND NO!!! Don't ask...I'm not going to tell you what they were, that would be wrong of me to tell you that would be gossip and as we learned the first night at girls camp...GOSSIP is WRONG:) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(little plug for everyone that was at girls camp)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; But I don't want to be Little Miss Pious and be all Holy now!!! It was fun wearing a formal and Terra at camp!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="ms__id513" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I was really happy that Cayla was at camp with me this year. I don't know if she'll go to camp next year or not, but at least she went this year, good or bad. She LOVES camp...heck shes got to...shes gone twice this year. And both camps had there moments for her. She will make an AWESOME leader someday!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One of the funnest things was also the coolest things. It was when we had deer come into camp. And when I say come into camp, I mean we walked right up to them, just a couple of feet from them (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;too bad I didn't have my camera...I know...don't yell at me...gesh, I can't have it with me all the time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Anywho, I was with three girls from my ward and we were laughing so hard cuz one of them was doing what we now call, well, the matting call and run. It was so funny, and those deer just didn't run away. Crazy animals, and I'm not nessarly talking about the deers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We did the iron rod program and it was both funny and spiritual. Of course this wasn't without some problems, but as always "Its all good".  I was stationed right next to where the girls got brought if they let go on the iron rod and can I just say...I wanted to laugh and cry for these girls.  Cayla kept bring girls because someone told the girls "don't trust anyone except for Cayla".  So when they got to her, she said that they needed to go over to a different area, and the poor little things bought it and let go.  Cayla was bring girls left and right.  Then it was even sadder...They would get put back on the rod in front of me and I would tell them that they got put on in the wrong spot and needed to move them and you guessed it...they let go AGAIN!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I love camp...BUT...I'm glad its over.  I think Caylas kind of glad its all over too.  Long days and late nights, makes for a VERY grouchy Suzi!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-8492593286745328879?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8492593286745328879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=8492593286745328879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8492593286745328879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/8492593286745328879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/girls-campjust-few-hightlights.html' title='Girls Camp...just a few hightlights...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-6499439373256396801</id><published>2009-07-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T12:08:16.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The UPDATE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am going crazy...can I just say, we got the new modem the other day and the Internet worked great as soon as we hooked it up, that is for a day and then it all started all over again, the static and everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seriously, the static on the phone is enough to drive me crazy!  Others may not hear it when I'm talking to them, but I CAN hear it and I'M going CRAZY!  I really CAN'T hear anything anyone says...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WAIT maybe thats a good thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When the box came with the new one in it, it was all banging around, loose inside the box &lt;em&gt;(nice packing job)&lt;/em&gt; and everything.  SO back to the drawing board we go!  DJ will give them a call this week while I'm at camp and try and get it fixed.  Who knows, maybe it will never be fixed and I'm doomed to have STATIC in my ears forever and my Internet turning off and on all the time.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-6499439373256396801?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6499439373256396801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=6499439373256396801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6499439373256396801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/6499439373256396801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/07/upd.html' title='The UPDATE...'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-5567018718853677520</id><published>2009-06-30T06:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T06:47:20.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WANT to KILL my COMPUTER....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A few months ago Qwest changed our Internet. They went to something that was going to be faster and all that.&lt;br /&gt;NOW...we didn't get a choice in the matter, it was change or you have NO more Internet. SO, with the option at hand, we changed. Really it was no biggy. Infact, according to DJ it was going to be a better deal anyway. We were upgraded to a faster modem and everything was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;ALL GOOD....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OK NOT REALLY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Didn't really put two and two together until a few weeks ago, but here's whats been happening. Ever since they switched us we have had some static on our phone line. At the time I really didn't think much about it. Until it started getting worse and I mean really really worse! To the point sometimes I really couldn't hear what people were saying (ok so the truth came out, I never knew what any of you were saying half the time, I just agreed to it all, ok, deal with it). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Then the next thing started happening, our Internet started to really slow down. Whats up with that. Its suppose to be &lt;strong&gt;FASTER&lt;/strong&gt;. Now if you haven't learned yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Suzi is not a patient person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I know, this might come to a shock to some of you...but yes it is true...I have NO patients!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It was driving me crazy. Then the Internet started to freeze up! NOW I'm mad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not only is it freezing up once in awhile, its happening ALL THE TIME. So DJ calls Qwest. They have him do something, saying it was the problem, yeah~no! Still static and still slow Internet! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DID NOT FIX THE PROBLEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Infact its getting worse by the minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Do you all know what time it is right now...&lt;strong&gt;ITS CAMP TIME&lt;/strong&gt;...The time I need my computer! Yesterday was the worse day of all. It wouldn't let me on the Internet but for two seconds here and two seconds there. It was driving me batty...(&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;no commits...I know I'm already half way there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways...DJ makes a call, I'm telling you, I know these Qwest people sit at there desk just dying of laughter at some of the stuff they know they are making people do. They had us running around our house, moving beds, taking panels off walls to get to wires, climbing over stuff, it was crazy...and what was all this for...just to find out that it was our modem and not our phones or our phone lines that what bad. I could have told them that. The problem started when we got the &lt;strong&gt;NEW&lt;/strong&gt; modem!!! Now I have to &lt;strong&gt;WAIT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(and everyone knows I don't wait well, maybe thats were Seth gets it from).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; A new one should be here today or tomorrow or the next day. The crazy part it...it works just fine first thing in the morning and late at night. DJ gets on it last night and has NO problems at all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;FIGURES!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-5567018718853677520?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/5567018718853677520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=5567018718853677520' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5567018718853677520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/5567018718853677520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-want-to-kill-my-computer.html' title='I WANT to KILL my COMPUTER....'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-3314290675649919016</id><published>2009-06-27T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T20:47:42.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a GOOD LOOKING KID!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTNXjWuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TIxXjCz2tIs/s1600-h/IMG_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352206330228857570" style="WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTNXjWuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TIxXjCz2tIs/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbgTw2qbtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8V4nkW4m6Bs/s1600-h/Easter09science+047+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352211837312724690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbgTw2qbtI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/8V4nkW4m6Bs/s320/Easter09science+047+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Skbeqx1F39I/AAAAAAAAAZw/b77vGFrm7fk/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352210033688305618" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Skbeqx1F39I/AAAAAAAAAZw/b77vGFrm7fk/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbeqguhRNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ppG2_Lb9sFE/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352210029097338066" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbeqguhRNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/ppG2_Lb9sFE/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXwrSeKRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bdMhU_-Ul0g/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352202438430304530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXwrSeKRI/AAAAAAAAAXA/bdMhU_-Ul0g/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Ok so I know I'm his mom, but can I just say that I think that my son &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Joshua James&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the best looking kid around!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;AND TODAY IS HIS BIRTHDAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so I think he got even better looking when he woke up this morning! Its hard for me to believe that he's 11 today! I know I had a hard time excepting Cayla turning 17 a few weeks ago &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(ok, not really, but moms are suppose to have hard times when their kids grow up right?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, Your kids are growing up and somewhere you missed the memo...I don't know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbcdZZGKVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Tux_YzNvLvo/s1600-h/Blowing+out+candles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352207604766878034" style="WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbcdZZGKVI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Tux_YzNvLvo/s320/Blowing+out+candles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Isn't he SOOOO CUTE!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;But LOOK...Josh went from my cute little boy into a really &lt;strong&gt;GOOD LOOKING KID&lt;/strong&gt;. Let me tell you about this good looking kid!!! Some of you have been deceived by my sweet Innocent little, ok not so little, boy...you see, he may look and sometimes act all calm and quite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbUBD2mZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vb5F9tc6bQ8/s1600-h/IMG_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352206344104876434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbUBD2mZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/vb5F9tc6bQ8/s320/IMG_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Underneath it all...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HES JUST PLAN CRAZY&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt; NO!! Really he is, just ask anyone in the family, they will ALL tell you the truth, the kid is NUTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Skbdmkjjx1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/eOWRbmB2HrQ/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352208861894002514" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Skbdmkjjx1I/AAAAAAAAAYw/eOWRbmB2HrQ/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbeqFHTXtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LNdzysINarw/s1600-h/IMG_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352210021685092050" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbeqFHTXtI/AAAAAAAAAZg/LNdzysINarw/s320/IMG_0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTfsLQfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xhM0s1v89uc/s1600-h/IMG_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352206335147196914" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTfsLQfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/xhM0s1v89uc/s320/IMG_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Hes a good kid...like every kid, hes got problems... and as a mom, of course I want to try and fix them all, but I can't ~ I haven't figured out how yet. BUT I'll keep trying for him and the other two rug rats. Out of my three rug rats, Josh is the most complicated to understand, I think, well sort of. Hes a really funny kid a times. Can make you laugh your head off. Other times, I think hes just plan sad and I really don't know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXw7eVZHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/W5IqZUFJXIM/s1600-h/103_0307.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352202442775028850" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXw7eVZHI/AAAAAAAAAXI/W5IqZUFJXIM/s320/103_0307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Hes a funny kid~ loves watching the Discovery channel and the History Channel. He LOVES everything to do with WWI and WWII and Vietnam. He likes to invent things. Watch out or else one of these times you might end up in the little boogers trap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXxg9XNGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IzfAYTLQSSw/s1600-h/josh+shotting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352202452837282914" style="WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXxg9XNGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/IzfAYTLQSSw/s320/josh+shotting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Lately hes been getting into basketball. Kind of felt bad for him the other day... He got a new basketball for Christmas and someone at the park stole it while he was there, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;(little brats...oops guess thats not very nice to type, but really stealing from a kid).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTuotmSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7AvDfovkWXc/s1600-h/IMG_0089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352206339159202082" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTuotmSI/AAAAAAAAAX4/7AvDfovkWXc/s320/IMG_0089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbcdxHYR-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xUgKIWOTxxA/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352207611135018978" style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbcdxHYR-I/AAAAAAAAAYo/xUgKIWOTxxA/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Josh and Seth get a long really good...sometimes Seth does drive Josh batty and Josh wants to kill him but its all brother love, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;I know sometimes being the middle child is rough but Josh does ok. He causes trouble when he can. Beats up on Seth every chance he gets...Teases Cayla about her bugs all the time (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;only cuz its easy to do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and trys to get the best of mom and dad, when he can! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbcdQUQygI/AAAAAAAAAYg/stiqN8vq-bI/s1600-h/Josh+thanks+his+sister.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352207602330683906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbcdQUQygI/AAAAAAAAAYg/stiqN8vq-bI/s320/Josh+thanks+his+sister.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbUYfAgoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/muq9aNjoSls/s1600-h/IMG_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352206350392787586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbUYfAgoI/AAAAAAAAAYI/muq9aNjoSls/s320/IMG_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cayla and Josh are really close...Cay thinks Josh is soooo cute. When Josh was little he didn't have a problem giving his his sis a kiss but now he runs anytime she trys and give him a kiss...the tables have turned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbdnelAidI/AAAAAAAAAZA/II4NPvdjD9k/s1600-h/100_1159+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352208877469338066" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbdnelAidI/AAAAAAAAAZA/II4NPvdjD9k/s320/100_1159+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;So for Josh...I hope he has the BEST Birthday today. We love him very much. We couldn't be happier to have him in our lives. He makes life fun for us!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbepjhEXZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MC0axfUhcb4/s1600-h/IMG_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352210012666355090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbepjhEXZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/MC0axfUhcb4/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbXxMrW_AI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/_pvrwzV9iWE/s1600-h/103_0361.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Josh with his closest friends...acting NORMAL?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 11TH BIRTHDAY JOSHUA!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Skbdm_kSkwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/y3JAlkENyCo/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352208869144826626" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/Skbdm_kSkwI/AAAAAAAAAY4/y3JAlkENyCo/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6827687569390518492-3314290675649919016?l=strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/feeds/3314290675649919016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6827687569390518492&amp;postID=3314290675649919016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3314290675649919016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6827687569390518492/posts/default/3314290675649919016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strandedinbuckeyeaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-good-looking-kid.html' title='What a GOOD LOOKING KID!!!'/><author><name>Suzi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725795317991818634</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SPbW5GwhkLI/AAAAAAAAABs/3ZAK973mR4g/S220/Pictures+fathers+and+son+and+new+york+074.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkbbTNXjWuI/AAAAAAAAAXo/TIxXjCz2tIs/s72-c/IMG_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827687569390518492.post-809314045441897254</id><published>2009-06-26T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T13:30:40.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This ones for YOU...Steph...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkUre3iocCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/87XtUo32tzQ/s1600-h/toilet%2520plant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351731541504978978" style="WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KgyTzzQ1vM4/SkUre3iocCI/AAAAAAAAAWo/87XtUo32tzQ/s320/toilet%2520plant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;(This was taken right out side your house...don't deny it Steph!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thats right this blog is for my special friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Special in more ways than one...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;My...&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE TRASH-RED NECK FRIEND STEPHANIE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-fam
