tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5352179699350325722024-03-13T19:39:05.767-07:00The AngiElisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-74336453482589541282010-06-28T10:03:00.001-07:002010-06-28T10:06:20.243-07:00Welcome, welcome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSudKRJHwSK-mqCZFqZ734tqFXunRc4Xm8WbXCNyLlBSCOZuhTa_CR_RykitPkyMRNeXiKoCXLBWhqnvC38LgUObTBB2brKE9pI5M4iZLDXbGU4SLkjrRwBW7wcghAeA6yYF0cOBZKyK9I/s1600/img_8886_sm.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSudKRJHwSK-mqCZFqZ734tqFXunRc4Xm8WbXCNyLlBSCOZuhTa_CR_RykitPkyMRNeXiKoCXLBWhqnvC38LgUObTBB2brKE9pI5M4iZLDXbGU4SLkjrRwBW7wcghAeA6yYF0cOBZKyK9I/s400/img_8886_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487871981947776562" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG00PDfyLLJUIVjmVrKlK0IEtXHh-Ves9TvP_xkRJ19KwVpTN6Ff-ToCHc3PgTS3fthSYDhUqG4COCYaMuG6sklfJfpshoMEbJcB0gUnk4qIg0mZNR9-VoaydsD-_oegQa7hyphenhyphenKtmisD9rv/s1600/img_8895_sm.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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When we got there, Monica's son Carlton was pulling baby <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">raccoons</span> out of the fire place, it was so SAD, they had to be killed because they were so sick, their mother had <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">abandoned</span> them in there. But Carlton took care of things, then we cleaned and hung blinds and ate some really awful <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">DQ</span></span>, I still get sick thinking about that food, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ich</span></span>! What else...we went to see UP, so good, very sweet, lovely. The kids liked it, then we went and bought some cute cookies, FUN.<br />We have been up in AF canyon a bunch, with some friends of ours, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Oylers</span></span>, and family.We enjoy burning food and wood and having fun, we all love it up there. Gator took me up there for a date, we watched a movie on our portable DVD player, it was so fun. We had the river right behind us and the tree's are so awesome up there. Oh man, best date ever. Oh ya, we also ate at this wonderful new place: Blue Lemon, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">delicious</span>, love it, cant wait to get back there and try some more of their food.<br />Maggie and I went to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Carli's</span></span> house and got our toes all be-<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sparkled</span> and shiny, so fun. I have peach and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Magg</span></span>-a-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">roo</span></span> has purple.<br />I have been running and biking and roller blading more and more, I love it. Ah Summer time.<br />We went to a parents of deaf kids conference a couple of weekend ago. We learned a ton about hearing aids and cochlear <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">implants</span>, which did us no good for Ira, because he has no options in those area's, but it did help us to learn about all our friends with implants and hearing aids, it was hard though, I cried a lot. Ira was the only kid there with a hearing problem that cannot be aided in any way, he is very unique in the modern deaf world, so many parents are choosing to have the implants put in, its a very touchy subject in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">community</span>. Many deaf adults, say that the implants are fine but that parents and family members should also learn ASL, because implants are so rarely successful. I personally know of only one adult with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">successful</span> implant, but I know MANY adults that have them and use them at work, or going to the store, just to be able to hear a tiny bit, in case of emergency, and to help with lip reading. But the rest of the time they choose not to use them because the sound is so hard to locate, if it's not coming from the person they are looking at, they have no idea where it's coming from. Basically from what I understand from talking to them, it makes them really grumpy to have them on too much. Anyway I am just a Mom of a kid that's Deaf, and I have only been checking this out for about a year or so, so I have a ton to learn.<br />Ira and Maggie start at the school for the Deaf and Blind in august or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">September</span>, and I will also be going, either as a class room aide or a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">volunteer</span>, the school is in Sugarhouse, so I asked if I could <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">volunteer</span> and the Principal asked me to apply for a job, so we shall see if I get it, either way I get free ASL everyday. I am so excited/nervous.<br />Ira is the first new Deaf child to start there in over a year, because of all the cochlear implants going on, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">in fact</span> over 90 % of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">families</span> with a deaf child and hearing parents never learn sign. Most Deaf adults I know learned sign as adults or teens, and that is still happening, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">because</span> people just think it's too hard to learn a second language, I wish I could do something to change the system so that Class's were more available and affordable for all the parents of Deaf children.<br />Anyway... um lets' see Oh! My mom is dating a lovely Man, his name is Britt, he is so nice and everything wonderful for my Mom. They are very cute together. I can't <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">remember</span> seeing my Mom so happy, so much of the time, it is kinda funny to watch. She is always smiling and laughing and kissing us all on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">cheek</span>, it is hysterical. Love it!<br />Let's see... Kimble is such a unique funny, compassionate, thoughtful, intelligent little tyke. Example, during his class performance, all the kids are doing what the teacher says and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">following</span> along doing all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">little</span> moves and Kimble is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24">absolutely</span> different, not <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25">rowdy</span>, just unique, he is choosing which of the moves is acceptable and which ones he is not comfortable with. During the school dance festival, the kids were supposed to be pretending to surf, and Kimble was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26">absolutely</span> doing that, in his little mind he was in the ocean on a surf board trying not to fall. Several people commented on it, and his cuteness. He is so cool. He gets to know people before he trusts them, he doesn't just trust you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27">because</span> your his teacher or your an adult or someone tells him that he should, he figures it out on his own. He is not disrespectful, just introspective and quiet and thoughtful. He is good with his manners most of the time. I just think he is the coolest kid. Right now he is planning on being a helicopter pilot, specifically an Apache helicopter pilot.<br />Mag's is loving playing with friends and her new cousin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Leisel</span></span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Leisel</span></span> loves Maggie, they laugh whenever they are near one another. Lara and I love that. So many times <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Leisel</span></span> has been crying and Maggie comes up and says "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Leisel</span></span>, Hi, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Leisel</span></span>" and then it's all smiles, so cool. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Maggaroo</span></span>, likes a mess, her room, sneaks out into the entire house, she loves to take over, and mess it UP! I have never known such a messy little person, hoping she will out grow that, and I am considering cutting down her toy inventory if does not improve soon. She is also very smart and comes up with some pretty dang funny things to say. Love her.<br />Ira loves to throw things at people anything he can get his hands on and pick up, if it's not to heavy he will chuck it, if it hits a person all the better, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34">because</span> then he <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35">gets</span> watch a fun show, where all the people he knows start rushing around picking things up and crying, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36">making</span> lots of interesting gestures. He just loves that, the rest of us, not so much... like I personally don't enjoy the many times the remote has been chucked at my head. Besides the chucking he doing well, he is on track for a two and half year old. His sign is coming along, but he has a ways to go, he understands more that he can do. I know school will help a bunch. He is very loving and sweet even when he is chucking stuff, he doesn't look nasty he just looks curious. When he's not chucking stuff, he plays in the sand box, or cries at the freezer for <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37">Popsicles</span>. He loves to hang out on my lap and love me up. And he loves his Daddy, he always has a smile for Gator when he comes home from work.<br />Gator is doing well, he got a second job, and he loves the work. He is doing really well with ASL, he is still in scouts, and I think he likes it. Allergies are kicking his behind right now. He's looking forward to Lake Powell with his family, I am deathly afraid, so we'll see...We hope to take the kids to Lagoon this summer, they loved it last year, they still talk about it.<br />Anyway that's us. I am going to see if I can get Gator to post some Pics for all of you. Thanks for loving us and we love you too.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-29823531537639959612008-11-20T07:27:00.000-08:002008-11-20T07:41:20.910-08:00Hey Everybody. So not a whole lot going on. We are getting better at ASL all the time, we are super busy, uh... Kimble is doing a ton better in school. Maggie's hair is getting longer. I got a ticket! Oh Man, I felt so silly, it was totally avoidable. We forgot to re-register the van and then the Police guy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">comes</span> over and he says "You are going to die when I tell you this, your driver <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">licence</span> is expired as well." "NO Way!" "Yup in August." Holy crow! So I already went and did everything, but I still have to go and meet with a judge, so the Police Guy says " Okay you have to meet with a judge, no sooner than 5 days and no later than 14 days from now." "uh Okay" that is so weird. Anyway <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">hopefull</span>y the judge will reward me for good behaviour, and may I say those <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Saratoga</span> Springs Police people need to find other things to do. I haven't been pulled over for so long. Oh well at least I wasn't speeding in a school zone... this time... I did that when I was a youngster, and it was a 240.00 ticket, that was fun, and I was working and I was training a guy I went <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">to</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">high</span> school with and he was a band guy, which I loved, in fact I really liked him, and I got so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">embarrassed</span> that I started sweating and acting really dumb and turning red and then... I blew.. a snot bubble, Oh <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">yeah</span>, it was great! Loved it.... So at least this time I was alone. Te he...Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-16963227172190910862008-10-18T19:37:00.000-07:002008-10-18T19:38:46.820-07:00I love this.... alot!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qp50sJxdqZk&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qp50sJxdqZk&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-49316949090847744512008-09-24T18:39:00.000-07:002008-09-24T18:45:48.977-07:00Butterfly quilt<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcITP04crzqCXQ1O_H0Hvyinuz4d9ZKDJ9EiSw7vlcU3uR4UWc23fGkHR7ExICS_CBqic5O-kk3hdJZnppQyg6-UZP4CZ00DFUZYw4MinV1XgFbUAcH3i_rcemRHsKTX0bb8GFsGJuCkgr/s1600-h/img_2262.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcITP04crzqCXQ1O_H0Hvyinuz4d9ZKDJ9EiSw7vlcU3uR4UWc23fGkHR7ExICS_CBqic5O-kk3hdJZnppQyg6-UZP4CZ00DFUZYw4MinV1XgFbUAcH3i_rcemRHsKTX0bb8GFsGJuCkgr/s400/img_2262.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249768134071795314" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yl2bqFgH_v6kKxDwCtbG9-Rh5zZSBIPS0M4N2grOCGCL0j7iqCj3-kf7KlHfYdr9uhI_5el_DLTlFrRwDswNY_JrIiJ8-IxaWMA1cLjeX0VeOu8kWYmDMUp66vVztS_bpXfXzlQsx37g/s1600-h/img_2266_sm.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8yl2bqFgH_v6kKxDwCtbG9-Rh5zZSBIPS0M4N2grOCGCL0j7iqCj3-kf7KlHfYdr9uhI_5el_DLTlFrRwDswNY_JrIiJ8-IxaWMA1cLjeX0VeOu8kWYmDMUp66vVztS_bpXfXzlQsx37g/s400/img_2266_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249768139054431650" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_V0cecXpu-2qgTkTMvVkUWJt4803n_uAuHEDcCe8NOr5y4BgEVH1QZSLe-uVHMjXQxLs_F0v34mB7FzCPU3aoTyLZPco8BR3hNow9qQdUIBkXBvjWjp-wQROCVvwdLlyGW-d7XilimoaL/s1600-h/img_2264_sm.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_V0cecXpu-2qgTkTMvVkUWJt4803n_uAuHEDcCe8NOr5y4BgEVH1QZSLe-uVHMjXQxLs_F0v34mB7FzCPU3aoTyLZPco8BR3hNow9qQdUIBkXBvjWjp-wQROCVvwdLlyGW-d7XilimoaL/s400/img_2264_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249768146216804354" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqLVcXf2pZysOMoJn0rcsN0ZnKDnVEK38xwL-KN4t91Gp5Yl6jzhzN8MFq5KSXBQyy-HL7M1t5gsfQQOzhQk5T6w2Xpn20SH2boRqaMr1v2m_pQUCJVxOk618MqXqAzovi-vXYQer0l624/s1600-h/img_2265_sm.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqLVcXf2pZysOMoJn0rcsN0ZnKDnVEK38xwL-KN4t91Gp5Yl6jzhzN8MFq5KSXBQyy-HL7M1t5gsfQQOzhQk5T6w2Xpn20SH2boRqaMr1v2m_pQUCJVxOk618MqXqAzovi-vXYQer0l624/s400/img_2265_sm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249768154142120690" border="0" /></a></div>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-72276314518684811552008-09-20T18:15:00.000-07:002008-09-20T19:08:38.208-07:00Stinkin' cuteMaggie at the chili-fest on Saturday. Isn't she cute?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66XJRM6rqAgjJWVOP2p_i5lRaE23NNJ7UcH6lDSsgMx2FoV5-HK2GSFxr2rea5aagqmgBBOEAILvJN-A15tmMkjjnjdU45AUurvkpivZrAAviGpAMttaUFndh-NnN_Zabsx2M7oDi78BL/s1600-h/img_2058.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh66XJRM6rqAgjJWVOP2p_i5lRaE23NNJ7UcH6lDSsgMx2FoV5-HK2GSFxr2rea5aagqmgBBOEAILvJN-A15tmMkjjnjdU45AUurvkpivZrAAviGpAMttaUFndh-NnN_Zabsx2M7oDi78BL/s400/img_2058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248277863847020706" border="0" /></a><br />Ira, also at the chili-fest, and me in the background holding baby Sylvia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2idUno_wse-W-amcr2IEbVzyuKjbvTmwRaJI_Fz7GUXjBAJ_6NS4UFEvQBq1KnwT4xw5xTxmS-jskrK68QWX9uE3NdDVLKqO-ph14bFf-0OgmMEnVO4SRTbXwDc-UXsOHKvTBHw5t3ykT/s1600-h/img_2059.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2idUno_wse-W-amcr2IEbVzyuKjbvTmwRaJI_Fz7GUXjBAJ_6NS4UFEvQBq1KnwT4xw5xTxmS-jskrK68QWX9uE3NdDVLKqO-ph14bFf-0OgmMEnVO4SRTbXwDc-UXsOHKvTBHw5t3ykT/s400/img_2059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248282992379462786" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saying goodbye to my second favorite cousin, Anna and my Grandma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxK0pRmvshDeBvCaKQA26LYdwEdb9AP9CeJMpnAedvTZxnFQR6zmk8CF8owcSJgusPHVhhwW7zaA4z4PdG0_y8L_LmY-9j-rJS0NDncT3p1r2jVNfnvkmGK5nrck5s-60Y_mJ-TPAay9Y/s1600-h/img_2085.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnxK0pRmvshDeBvCaKQA26LYdwEdb9AP9CeJMpnAedvTZxnFQR6zmk8CF8owcSJgusPHVhhwW7zaA4z4PdG0_y8L_LmY-9j-rJS0NDncT3p1r2jVNfnvkmGK5nrck5s-60Y_mJ-TPAay9Y/s400/img_2085.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248283007739209458" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwUMyV0sD9adsE1xqANku80bGChw1n7ohAFpCmCmFrOaZzRV2L7sl9bJErDSaDZZhJeaGZrcYWQV2E-D84zJz4rxbqMz7YHoRPZBIlg6ejE_ow02IFA5Sywx1EmEngPFMlEiZqwWLayL6/s1600-h/img_2086.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlwUMyV0sD9adsE1xqANku80bGChw1n7ohAFpCmCmFrOaZzRV2L7sl9bJErDSaDZZhJeaGZrcYWQV2E-D84zJz4rxbqMz7YHoRPZBIlg6ejE_ow02IFA5Sywx1EmEngPFMlEiZqwWLayL6/s400/img_2086.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248283016134840146" border="0" /></a>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-32486740106543850422008-08-20T21:04:00.000-07:002008-08-20T22:00:23.992-07:00My Grandpa SterlingMy Dad's Dad, passed away on Tuesday. He was such a good Grandpa. He was an artist, he used mostly oil on canvass, he made jewelry, he survived a war, he loved his wife and kids and grandkids. My memory assosiations are alway triggerd by, planters peanuts and cheese balls, pretzel sticks, art, especially desert scenes, Royal Copenhagen, turqoise, my cleft palate he has one too. He donated his body to science. He was always telling jokes. He said I was beautiful. He made us jewelry. He was unbiased. He was brave and quietly endured a bunch of pain from jungle rot, they didn't have a cure for it for over 30 years, he treated that leg for that long before a cure came. He was in the hopital with Mallaria, the hospital got bombed and the guy next to him got hit and part of that guys body became shrapnel and landed in my Grandpa's leg. He loved to fish and I am pretty sure all of his kids and lots of his grandkids inherited that, when I was kid I used to fantasize about the sweet rig I would have for fishin, of my very own, and my rad gator's that I would wear, I still think about that. I miss him, but he was ready, and I know he is up there talking to Tchaichovski and Bach and Joseph Smith and President Hinckley and Bill Ross and maybe my sister's kid, and my future offspring. He was always so good to me as a kid and feel blessed to have had such a cool Grampa. As a kid he and my Grandma Mi Mi really helped me to keep it together when I felt like giving up, they alway told me I was a "smart cookie or carrot." I love gardens too because of them, they are both avid gardeners. And he is one of the many hard workers in our family. I know he will continue to work hard. I love him, I wish I had the ability to write well, so I could really write how I feel. I love him, that's what I want to say, I love my Grampa.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-25757861267335649272008-08-20T20:26:00.000-07:002008-08-20T21:02:51.574-07:00August 20th, 2008My Birthday was awesome, Gator took the day off, Joey took me too lunch at Flour Girls and Dough Boys in AF, it was so good, we had some lovely Creamy tomato soup and samies and brownies. And then I got to sew a bunch of squares for the quilts I am working on, and then Gator took me out for dinner at this swanky place in Thanksgiving point called Harvest I think. The food was lovely but my fish and his bird were over cooked, but, On Man, the appetizers were good, and the bread was heavenly.<br /> So that was Monday, on Thursday took the kids and my Mom to Lagoon, we had so much fun! Lagoon has added a bunch of kiddie rides and we rode them all. We went to Lagoona Beach, Ira was so crazy, he would just launch into the water over and over, so crazy, he just loved it, but I was so worried, I just had to hover over him, he didn't want me to hold his hand or help him in any way, so I just kinda cushioned the falls, he scraped his knee and just kept going. Maggie loved the rides, the scarier the better, we went on the kid coaster together and I watched her as much as I could and her face was so amazed, then we get off and she looks up at me and says "Mom that scared me out of my MIND!!" So cute. Kimble was very serious about most of it, he would judge the rides, scary, fun or awesome. He rode the most since he's the tallest and he was very brave and adorable. We just loved the whole day. Ira was such a good kid, we had him up and going all day and he just took it. <br /> Kimble had his first day of school and he did not really like it, he got lost at recess. The second day he came home and said he did not get lost and it was an alright day, he likes his teacher and she was crazy and fun. Today he got in the car totally hopped up and when he sat down at the counter at home he said he loved school. AMAZING!!! Yippee. <br /> We had our second soccer game today and I asked a Dad, Jeff, to assistant coach, he is so cool. We scored more points but you aren't supposed to keep track, which I didn't but the other team's coach's were sure to keep very close tabs on what was going on, they were driving me nuts! But we have a great team, the kids on our team are so dang cool. I really like this whole soccer thing.<br /> Ira started crossing his fingers and he is watching sign for up to 5 minutes at a time, so now were are trying to go for more time attending. He really loves to throw stuff at people, we don't really love that. We sign no throw, but he thinks it's funny, we are hoping he will stop the throwing asap.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-999365065423303492008-07-23T08:22:00.000-07:002008-07-23T08:39:01.100-07:00strugglingWell Hey Everybody, I am so dang busy all the time with ASL and Doctors and Helper people at the house, it has been very difficult. So I have put the blog and quilts on hold. I have now gotten enough ASL in my brain that I have just finished one quilt and started another one, Gator has changed our computers running system so many times.... so many. So I still have to try to figure out how to get pics on here.<br /><br /> So here's the update, Kimble wants to home school really bad, so we are trying to figure it out. He starts Soccer in a couple weeks, I am the coach of his team. Maggie is the sauce as she is constantly telling me, her hair is growing, and she and Kimble and Ira play so well together it is scary in a wonderful way. Ira is learning sign, he says: MOM, DAD, MORE, WANT, GIVE ME THAT, TAKE ME THERE, and he tries to sign I LOVE YOU. OH and Bye and Hello, He signs bye and hello every time he come in or out of a room, just to let us know. <br /><br /> Gator and I are trying to figure out if we should stay in our ward or go to the Deaf ward or split up our time between the two, staying members of this one and visiting that one, or what, we don't know. We have really been so frustrated by this issue and we keep having bad times with our callings and dealing with people. I personally have never had such a hard time getting up the desire to go to church, I am afraid. But I know God lives, can't deny it, so I go, and I struggle with that. But I know I wouldn't be doing so well with sign and mothering if I didn't do the things I do everyday to show my devotion to to all that is the Gospel. So hopefully I will figure out what I am supposed to be learning from all of this, and soon. <br /> <br />Pics coming soon...Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-38646396110098924252008-03-10T21:48:00.000-07:002008-03-10T21:51:20.080-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisJ3gmD1RDYB7h094-gcEHYc5iHElx-ChHkqtrC4B_hSzWpTiSUy8W3zGzSxB3fTbSx_Nxjpujd3b4C9qCea3xAUzwDHthFdDhiWYvpZac5zJJV3mysfrQEukJa2RX1s4jddQUktZUlcj/s1600-h/SadMaggie.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiisJ3gmD1RDYB7h094-gcEHYc5iHElx-ChHkqtrC4B_hSzWpTiSUy8W3zGzSxB3fTbSx_Nxjpujd3b4C9qCea3xAUzwDHthFdDhiWYvpZac5zJJV3mysfrQEukJa2RX1s4jddQUktZUlcj/s400/SadMaggie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176342092404584754" /></a>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-37289979514370255252008-01-17T17:59:00.000-08:002008-01-17T18:07:57.642-08:00bihemispheric polymicrogyriaWell for those of you who dont know what is going on with Ira. His diagnonsis is bihemispheric ploymicrogyria, he also has a very small corpus collosum. we still dont know why he cant hear, we will meet with more docs to figure that out. You can google polymicrogyria for more info because I am done talking about it write now. The most important thing for me to say is that Ira is wonderful and smart and a blessing. We will do everything we can possibly do for him. We love him, we love him, we love hime. That is all that matters. The neurologist has alot of hope for him because he is already so advanced. He is hitting alot of regular milestones for a baby his age. So we will just have to wait and see what our little sweetie boy does, what ever it is, It will be great.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-48953474540108909462008-01-04T17:24:00.000-08:002008-07-25T08:25:25.593-07:00Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-34159266967569571482007-11-06T21:01:00.001-08:002007-11-06T21:07:53.473-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EwylsHynO_dykxQWm94flnd00SuuDvWSZx19GwzvfHGg3i9H3jVhxPv2SytXkOXIykO_JnENT72OJGwu44ndTJ4mDy7-IlTUL9XsnyvlQ5dAAfLye2XsQ9Ydlar8ltnHOm97SS06or6I/s1600-h/betterkquilt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4EwylsHynO_dykxQWm94flnd00SuuDvWSZx19GwzvfHGg3i9H3jVhxPv2SytXkOXIykO_JnENT72OJGwu44ndTJ4mDy7-IlTUL9XsnyvlQ5dAAfLye2XsQ9Ydlar8ltnHOm97SS06or6I/s400/betterkquilt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129959384025596514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFoezDFFNUch-GHCNUoct2ycKqALKrIjEOFSupqvbiKR7bqJx8jNxipoqiVMTYsaAeUQj3MUabbGzYSPGIiUWMdiR-tIUytW5_FCREX8Lg6Zt36WER_AHlXCh7iVEJmBh7feGtnHJF06_/s1600-h/closupkquilt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuFoezDFFNUch-GHCNUoct2ycKqALKrIjEOFSupqvbiKR7bqJx8jNxipoqiVMTYsaAeUQj3MUabbGzYSPGIiUWMdiR-tIUytW5_FCREX8Lg6Zt36WER_AHlXCh7iVEJmBh7feGtnHJF06_/s400/closupkquilt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129959418385334898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyHOB8J6jByb_pkjF_IhzPZ3T5sTechXA063dNjAp5n_xRAuXsfyJG-107Bj30klqhgiy0QmL3D-kvA6suTLkiN00PaU-XTbHDBxitRq6aoWTGd1l9M6BBIpJ2kFxsUMMGjU1vblQk7Nc/s1600-h/bobquilt.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUyHOB8J6jByb_pkjF_IhzPZ3T5sTechXA063dNjAp5n_xRAuXsfyJG-107Bj30klqhgiy0QmL3D-kvA6suTLkiN00PaU-XTbHDBxitRq6aoWTGd1l9M6BBIpJ2kFxsUMMGjU1vblQk7Nc/s400/bobquilt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129959422680302210" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkP9I9lOSNfzKvtD4_I7MGbiJCDN5qMztJZldcRBaQdG1z-LIE8f66NZKBhyphenhyphenYc2Kn5c0gQumTaUbtq3OS60SxbROVq8_eX4wLbxaNZy4tqmvjL2wNeEgpSyiJciYFrYbF4ZAv4mslKrRG/s1600-h/bobqupclose.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNkP9I9lOSNfzKvtD4_I7MGbiJCDN5qMztJZldcRBaQdG1z-LIE8f66NZKBhyphenhyphenYc2Kn5c0gQumTaUbtq3OS60SxbROVq8_eX4wLbxaNZy4tqmvjL2wNeEgpSyiJciYFrYbF4ZAv4mslKrRG/s400/bobqupclose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129959452745073298" border="0" /></a> Quilt's I made for buddies, babies. The pink is for baby Katelynn and the other is for Bobbie's baby boy and I new it 5 seconds ago and now I can't remember. But I will remember and when I do I will fix this. I love Quilts. The back of the bottom one is so cool, I will have to take a picture of it and show you all if there is interest in actually seeing it.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-92074175564213960552007-11-06T20:52:00.000-08:002007-11-06T21:01:00.425-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKyZjAIoEXlSPomT3X8wpNu0fF4unmCklpGfySdfeAnqxIfshN7GUWWqIyKevrbfeaZ7ZaYItFIb70GCRJEzMbn_cT4-BfdPs5QNvuaYKk7dyA-WPH5LEO6tntbKfvTj3nRb0arQMEt4O/s1600-h/MaggieandWhitney.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaKyZjAIoEXlSPomT3X8wpNu0fF4unmCklpGfySdfeAnqxIfshN7GUWWqIyKevrbfeaZ7ZaYItFIb70GCRJEzMbn_cT4-BfdPs5QNvuaYKk7dyA-WPH5LEO6tntbKfvTj3nRb0arQMEt4O/s400/MaggieandWhitney.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129957412635607602" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlqPf-2oL4HEOceB8yqzxD9-HXpZe0MB3F28TmhDC7Lj_XbGGeiBJ7Vzd0JE-8wXWCTrtByvp5sujF9XSP-anAG_jhICFGzg-AaYT4yDdKkMtAMo4PwSopl0C0tSQ1Yi8mJ9ROjeyuLT9/s1600-h/magkwhit.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNlqPf-2oL4HEOceB8yqzxD9-HXpZe0MB3F28TmhDC7Lj_XbGGeiBJ7Vzd0JE-8wXWCTrtByvp5sujF9XSP-anAG_jhICFGzg-AaYT4yDdKkMtAMo4PwSopl0C0tSQ1Yi8mJ9ROjeyuLT9/s400/magkwhit.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129957429815476802" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUI51IzZlHe1oUg0YD64cwhIzVS69lvtGn1NlORf4y42Gq7oJIO_R20ULsGkssdpec2SCime3VPuc0dPUK6tfCplYKOun73y2rhqH2Qi0yH3szgKON_3Y6noe9IxXRReUqoRJfH378uk7/s1600-h/IandG.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfUI51IzZlHe1oUg0YD64cwhIzVS69lvtGn1NlORf4y42Gq7oJIO_R20ULsGkssdpec2SCime3VPuc0dPUK6tfCplYKOun73y2rhqH2Qi0yH3szgKON_3Y6noe9IxXRReUqoRJfH378uk7/s400/IandG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129957481355084370" border="0" /></a> For those of you who don't know, Dana is my buddy and she rules and so do her kids, Whitney and Gavin. We babysat Whitty a little bit ago and she got ready for bed with us. As soon as her jams were on, she ran to Mags bed and got happily under the covers. Mag soon joined her followed by Kimba. They just sat there and laughed at each other for like 5 minutes. They are all so good together and they really love each other, and Dane and I love them and it is just a lovely thing. So I had to put these pics up because of all the love. The bottom one is Gavin and Ira and Dana's arm. They were being cute and as soon as we got the camera out they stopped but oh well they are still cool.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-26351153087455638182007-11-06T20:48:00.001-08:002007-11-06T20:52:21.943-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsZtihmxx7b1SPs8K0EoPm5q48R6IXZfuc6m1707LlbEJQ-56vPfCTzlXTos09PiwhmCpg8WSBo7PsEMekwfCqfHhsV1F9DdBfDpqTXndMyiGDLkrPd8j1X604AII-oehTmDZCq88Iktv/s1600-h/cupboard.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZsZtihmxx7b1SPs8K0EoPm5q48R6IXZfuc6m1707LlbEJQ-56vPfCTzlXTos09PiwhmCpg8WSBo7PsEMekwfCqfHhsV1F9DdBfDpqTXndMyiGDLkrPd8j1X604AII-oehTmDZCq88Iktv/s400/cupboard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129956115555484162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0g_jP239zZaBMkDK3SGPJIoNujg8onVI5iZgH_QjlhDdKyoY7IaCsR8n8nz-pPE8l8j7PtQCz1JHoLZjfRRX-2lqEe4eQWYLHjwjNmWkD2CYZ5YzMNT1de-If5yLdxoVSaNTATbvIQT0U/s1600-h/ocupboard.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0g_jP239zZaBMkDK3SGPJIoNujg8onVI5iZgH_QjlhDdKyoY7IaCsR8n8nz-pPE8l8j7PtQCz1JHoLZjfRRX-2lqEe4eQWYLHjwjNmWkD2CYZ5YzMNT1de-If5yLdxoVSaNTATbvIQT0U/s400/ocupboard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129956115555484178" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MWE0ReKGVkW0Kn4jnBX1iuZB2-J2s9cVqKhsWTL25X80ugqMNCCgg96_6fIHWh8UlpcdUNujHRE6tvsgE1Z9nYWSTzUzpyoNqQ2ymDCwoM8lwG37g7tP01XrO0ov40J3aAn01LN89-PL/s1600-h/pantry.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-MWE0ReKGVkW0Kn4jnBX1iuZB2-J2s9cVqKhsWTL25X80ugqMNCCgg96_6fIHWh8UlpcdUNujHRE6tvsgE1Z9nYWSTzUzpyoNqQ2ymDCwoM8lwG37g7tP01XrO0ov40J3aAn01LN89-PL/s400/pantry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129956128440386082" border="0" /></a> This would be cooler if I would have done before pics, but I didn't. These are my freshly organized cupboards and pantry. I did this about a month ago and they still look good. I love it, so I share with you my happiness in Homemaking. I love that I can still find satisfaction and even joy in my daily tasks.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-59082640365529790122007-11-06T20:44:00.001-08:002007-11-06T20:48:27.759-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguONPxuz2PN1Ye5e07w7DexQdF72g-60Bkwhq_WxGHiMIwFBIiQn3WvtM7gnTEvD_eY-f-psena2dNva00h7pI7COdTYeNfnig1Z5ob-7GMK36HbeXtB9QNMEeah786xXiC-_FR0tWkG19/s1600-h/halloween.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguONPxuz2PN1Ye5e07w7DexQdF72g-60Bkwhq_WxGHiMIwFBIiQn3WvtM7gnTEvD_eY-f-psena2dNva00h7pI7COdTYeNfnig1Z5ob-7GMK36HbeXtB9QNMEeah786xXiC-_FR0tWkG19/s400/halloween.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129955033223725538" border="0" /></a><br /> My Mom, Mag, Kimble and Ira. Kimble is Annakin, Mag is a witchy pooh, and Ira was a theme on kitty stuff and Halloween. They had a lot of fun. I think my mom had the most fun. And check out the hilarious look Ira is giving Mag.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-69482599783468768202007-11-06T20:23:00.001-08:002007-11-06T20:43:16.446-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Y5MRs9Ak0q9DJD-t_fv-0jFJD6t4fjmpzKRFCPvad9PRnXZq-ESBqnXNR5JN5lsTFMCg-62hAnPwuvkjejmHwBzx82jbUlX-c29mziDMRxI4cpEOwTGBRrpNMbqsYA2awGQtP6YJBgIg/s1600-h/boys.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Y5MRs9Ak0q9DJD-t_fv-0jFJD6t4fjmpzKRFCPvad9PRnXZq-ESBqnXNR5JN5lsTFMCg-62hAnPwuvkjejmHwBzx82jbUlX-c29mziDMRxI4cpEOwTGBRrpNMbqsYA2awGQtP6YJBgIg/s400/boys.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950085421400466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiW79k9QnzmIWqM3ohtH6jgIZRjC_QHOMBMfKcEpOkEiZ-kyGzX42ye0ofr3IxuFhvGCyis21rkQ04PWWeEGhYvEvcIzJj7xWtjm1aCLRkbNjsee1tlqMJGZjdCdujhSbuczC9cmoHYaAy/s1600-h/feildtripcorn.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiW79k9QnzmIWqM3ohtH6jgIZRjC_QHOMBMfKcEpOkEiZ-kyGzX42ye0ofr3IxuFhvGCyis21rkQ04PWWeEGhYvEvcIzJj7xWtjm1aCLRkbNjsee1tlqMJGZjdCdujhSbuczC9cmoHYaAy/s400/feildtripcorn.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950089716367778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzSGspkmiNY6QgJBez88dnAYyT8haDDUQQ_U_7Sqr35es8-Dc0MsRdxcv78cPDnYo_35JZAMfLP2Ry9zPvKwT4JqJ3YuVIlSca9vAYA_XSndkJlE9maNk4oW0GTB2sG2UWMd4ehu5PWyK/s1600-h/fieldtripface.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbzSGspkmiNY6QgJBez88dnAYyT8haDDUQQ_U_7Sqr35es8-Dc0MsRdxcv78cPDnYo_35JZAMfLP2Ry9zPvKwT4JqJ3YuVIlSca9vAYA_XSndkJlE9maNk4oW0GTB2sG2UWMd4ehu5PWyK/s400/fieldtripface.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950094011335090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gqRxsDkg0B4MBujiAsp3d1BSjD2HHwVnEYnKWlmdGAqfnde7i0ReH7_TE6FPYNEvilHZT6v1qpGmQdkQ4WOOBhQs2bhdZK7pKQ7rc5k9YQAbluHjkY5MuHf7mHNk-Ik5K0KYux5Z7Y4u/s1600-h/butterfly.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3gqRxsDkg0B4MBujiAsp3d1BSjD2HHwVnEYnKWlmdGAqfnde7i0ReH7_TE6FPYNEvilHZT6v1qpGmQdkQ4WOOBhQs2bhdZK7pKQ7rc5k9YQAbluHjkY5MuHf7mHNk-Ik5K0KYux5Z7Y4u/s400/butterfly.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950098306302402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwId562vqdfKvROg6Ui9D8sEkAGnAZCF02LF3WiSAYSQc88fkz_b3P6thMguPQrGJiASQ80Cl5Toth7qlc7U6eZfQTW1UsJgBAWLJMbs8A4yGJNW2LlBBxkPBZ04n11gZYQ02WB-YXGfi/s1600-h/konbus.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrwId562vqdfKvROg6Ui9D8sEkAGnAZCF02LF3WiSAYSQc88fkz_b3P6thMguPQrGJiASQ80Cl5Toth7qlc7U6eZfQTW1UsJgBAWLJMbs8A4yGJNW2LlBBxkPBZ04n11gZYQ02WB-YXGfi/s400/konbus.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129950098306302418" border="0" /></a><br />I went with Kimble's class to a Pumpkin Patch. He loved the bus, that is the bottom pic. The boys in my group were adorable, and so good. They really stayed with me and the little boy with the brown hair not brown skin told Kimble he loved me, he kept telling me that he liked me and telling Kimble he loved me, it was so cute. The butterfly was trapped in an empty green house and I put my hand under it and brought it out into the open air and it stayed on my hand for a couple of minutes, so I had to take a picture because it will probably never happen again. I am a girl and I love bugs, always have, so I have imagined every kind of thing that creeps, crawls, climbs, slithers, swims, and flies, sitting on my hand and having a nice conversation with me over tea and cakes. I realize that would be a problem with the swimming ones and well the food wouldn't be good for any of us, but it is in my head just like that anyway. I had a slug farm and a worm farm in fish tanks in our backyard inside an old broken down VW bus one summer when I was a kid, they did pretty well until the first frost, boy did I feel guilty when I saw all my little friends frozen to death in their little farm(a.k.a glass box full of dirt and leaves and dead bugs). So that led to me saving bugs whenever I see one in trouble, including spiders in my house, bees, wasps, whatever, I save it. So saving a butterfly is pretty much it for me, I was so happy when it flew away up into a beautiful autumn tree. The tree was directly in the light and I could not get a good pic, so no happy ending pic but you know the story so... Anyway..... uh the field trip was fun except for the bus, uh, ya, loudest place EVER. I was so unhappy about the noise, once again however, I remembered my I pod and man, I survived, I made it. But I will NEVER go on the bus again. I will drive. So loud, so very, very, very loud.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-35723738717254097502007-11-06T20:20:00.001-08:002007-11-06T20:23:23.996-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RJyf_1WMC1BWU_5oc9dSzY2E3GljF_VGDacNJb6UW7nkCtKhmoQ26LNkVIrgcrCC5fr9tgcaMcVEkO4mqVVqOOblWKcZgYU80IrkumaG5sB-Eq4apYqGis-mX5_Nf7DZcUp5gpMmhMbx/s1600-h/maghair.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6RJyf_1WMC1BWU_5oc9dSzY2E3GljF_VGDacNJb6UW7nkCtKhmoQ26LNkVIrgcrCC5fr9tgcaMcVEkO4mqVVqOOblWKcZgYU80IrkumaG5sB-Eq4apYqGis-mX5_Nf7DZcUp5gpMmhMbx/s400/maghair.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129948865650688386" border="0" /></a>Mag with all her cuteness. She was hamming it up, so I took some pics, I am getting used to the hair and lots of people say it suits her.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-30772740627713784132007-10-24T22:40:00.000-07:002007-10-26T12:57:42.874-07:00So I have this phobiaI don't write entries on this blog, because... well I am afraid too. I am paranoid about the judging, my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">English</span> skills, and well why do I feel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">compelled</span> to put my thoughts out there, I mean who am I? Just this woman, Elisa, daughter, mother, wife, sister, friend. Just like most women all over the world since time began. That said...my sister calls, wanna hang out with me and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Kels</span>, "sure," I say let me call Gate." one phone call down plan is a go ahead. So I go, but I have to drive his car, cause he wants to go buy a new video game, which I want him to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">be able</span> to do, but he has to take the kids. Here is the rub. I DETEST his car, no power steering, no a/c, no heat, it is tiny, tin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cannish</span>, crappy <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">radio</span>, to low to the ground, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">AAARGH</span>. A mighty long rant was spoken aloud on the drive, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">beginning</span> in our drive way and lasting till about 106<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">th</span> south, where upon I remembered my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Ipod</span> shuffle and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">commenced</span> with the listening. I also heard a very funny commentary on the radio about wild turkey's and how you should handle them if they try to attack you outside <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">dunkin</span> doughnuts, that got my mind in a better place. So I pick up my favorite bite at my favourite greasy spoon, go to my sisters house and commence with the eating. My cousin <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Kelsea</span>, has a nasty disease, she cannot eat like we do, and I don't know how to spell it but it is said like this: Sill-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">ee</span>-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">ak</span>. Anyway I ate what I wanted and watched her try some new gluten free food she had just bought at Good earth, she didn't like it. So then we decide we are all tired and we lie around on Lara's bed and think about stuff we could be doing. We end up at my Mom's apt, watching a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">documentry</span> about a 24 year old women diagnosed with incurable cancer, called "Crazy, sexy, cancer" I think. Anyway about 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">minuts</span> in I started really feeling bad about my dinner. I have resolved to eat better. I gotta <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">google</span> her and see how she is doing. She was cool. Jerry I have conjunctivitis, hence no guitar lesson, but my sis was already exposed.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-90659969173419038052007-10-03T12:34:00.000-07:002007-10-03T15:53:03.730-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLd77xSAD4e9z2_NkeI1e6kJ-v10uH5Tegs-tbxgYuzmC2uoOmH62C0G93KExG-s6OnECodZ55c-V-EKmh5y_cJcAeoKQjJoXMP68lyOsyCCJutTka_EHSdwQ4kiRb2K-hS_KinwDMwhJz/s1600-h/quilt.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLd77xSAD4e9z2_NkeI1e6kJ-v10uH5Tegs-tbxgYuzmC2uoOmH62C0G93KExG-s6OnECodZ55c-V-EKmh5y_cJcAeoKQjJoXMP68lyOsyCCJutTka_EHSdwQ4kiRb2K-hS_KinwDMwhJz/s400/quilt.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117196882746712946" /></a>bad picture I know. But there it is. So I made this for my Mom, I love it. I learned a lot making it. I am going to try to post all of my quilts, but they mostly live at other houses, so we shall see what happens.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-85600111136389423432007-10-03T12:08:00.001-07:002007-10-03T18:56:56.536-07:00Maggie's hair cut<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF1e1KRvDKU6YdTrBOiFA4qC1CNYZIAp3zfxwkk4h2qtYbP2ytGtwzzD8NZPfDcmH8KhHZmUynjGtcbjPILnzy9aLyT8oeQ8WxQEzR9XMdm2B9bsEPagHFiWllL1hSbR6shr3yaN5NC9X/s1600-h/side+view.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNF1e1KRvDKU6YdTrBOiFA4qC1CNYZIAp3zfxwkk4h2qtYbP2ytGtwzzD8NZPfDcmH8KhHZmUynjGtcbjPILnzy9aLyT8oeQ8WxQEzR9XMdm2B9bsEPagHFiWllL1hSbR6shr3yaN5NC9X/s400/side+view.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117192849772421954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fBzq8uey2qRZgHWpu5CEXiJ1ObwPBJeLyIzkRV_BtAuUNPI23xABgPHNhqT2AP6xcxvSVsJqzVi1pHLZQYA-zn0oJJ8n6Hk19EX-p7o1hp3lGscLf-mcVpbZW7Ri2Fo7uMvqso5bH-qP/s1600-h/maggienewhair.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6fBzq8uey2qRZgHWpu5CEXiJ1ObwPBJeLyIzkRV_BtAuUNPI23xABgPHNhqT2AP6xcxvSVsJqzVi1pHLZQYA-zn0oJJ8n6Hk19EX-p7o1hp3lGscLf-mcVpbZW7Ri2Fo7uMvqso5bH-qP/s400/maggienewhair.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117192854067389266" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gxBdlCkk9qOvOwemG6CzgAEbuemn8V4Rn2xq5YLru0jt4zFtc0Z5gwTQ0x_YoKmwigahFbAykVjl3ZhTWeqNzWhV_cAaZ8Q9EF0XQV-_K4dmOJvIHIB9TKaSnNZWBw2np_LmARUSMSwk/s1600-h/topveiw.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5gxBdlCkk9qOvOwemG6CzgAEbuemn8V4Rn2xq5YLru0jt4zFtc0Z5gwTQ0x_YoKmwigahFbAykVjl3ZhTWeqNzWhV_cAaZ8Q9EF0XQV-_K4dmOJvIHIB9TKaSnNZWBw2np_LmARUSMSwk/s400/topveiw.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117192407390790434" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn69nIZNMaRDrzIlFLnQsVNtnYtz_xZ4arnwd15giEr-sTiuyAy2wVtpg94iII25fKhTXf12nC2GmK9kEWq9CozjtiuJ49L1vELZU6hJybo1pLhi_hEwjUWYgb7XvQKvi-0Ie_WcyFQttY/s1600-h/teeth.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn69nIZNMaRDrzIlFLnQsVNtnYtz_xZ4arnwd15giEr-sTiuyAy2wVtpg94iII25fKhTXf12nC2GmK9kEWq9CozjtiuJ49L1vELZU6hJybo1pLhi_hEwjUWYgb7XvQKvi-0Ie_WcyFQttY/s400/teeth.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117192415980725042" /></a><br /><br />Maggie cut her hair yesterday. I think the pictures speak for themselves. I have been very distraught about the whole thing. Okay, so I don't know why but sometimes when I try to post stuff I have the hardest time and think, "maybe I should just give up on this whole blog thing" I posted Mag's hair cut 4 or 5 times and I could not get the comment to work right, so I have Gator work his magic and here we are. So I will now tell the story of Mag's big day with the scissors. Now it all seems so silly to write it... Well she used paper scissors, I was making cookies and she wanted to help, so I turn around and there she is with a hand full of hair and a pair of scissors, "Mama, I cut my hair" said with great enthusiasm. So I said " Maggie, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Noooo</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Noooo</span>, oh <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Nooo</span> Mag." Then I laughed, then my eyes watered. Then I thought this would be great for my blog, so I got the camera, took some pics, which could have been better, if one of my friends would tell me how to take good pics, anyway... Then we cut it and it was horrible, then I took more pics. Then I spent the rest of the day starring at my little girl.... who looks like a boy, a very cute boy, but a boy. It is so very, very, short, woe is me, woe is me.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-60184260826110529682007-09-25T21:29:00.000-07:002007-09-25T21:40:10.545-07:00Ira's First Birthday<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mjCob-lHvm2EAAWSoLg_lI_bSRYzaAwvgXtskO22tWUfOpEOE4ce-VXCccwbud-hC8F0wU0Gv5MJgkXf4JLX8xEbzegvdBE85r5qJGWZl6lAql8ur-aYv5rZaX2pvmegmFvjK3UeiuWa/s1600-h/IMGP0964.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mjCob-lHvm2EAAWSoLg_lI_bSRYzaAwvgXtskO22tWUfOpEOE4ce-VXCccwbud-hC8F0wU0Gv5MJgkXf4JLX8xEbzegvdBE85r5qJGWZl6lAql8ur-aYv5rZaX2pvmegmFvjK3UeiuWa/s400/IMGP0964.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114367182198448690" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVaNAJSVG2D5cDV3lXC6yiEVaAuK0t7VkFlEBX1IV0n91-gV9HThj-mRpw1Pi8lk2pG62WYDG8SM93wjmanJt-vAiCl6fDZdvCYR6w86JRErhWVgwL_u906hCKF501tZG7tmCVX1WiQaM/s1600-h/IMGP0967.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUVaNAJSVG2D5cDV3lXC6yiEVaAuK0t7VkFlEBX1IV0n91-gV9HThj-mRpw1Pi8lk2pG62WYDG8SM93wjmanJt-vAiCl6fDZdvCYR6w86JRErhWVgwL_u906hCKF501tZG7tmCVX1WiQaM/s400/IMGP0967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114367190788383298" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7c-5pel8DKRAh3oz_b4ZznLAHu6VMMqjsq8F1uFraapOx8uVT8crGtrjqDZdV7DPRz5VPobWPSi67yGgnp33d0dwSM0phXeucRdi3uXYY0nz-v3DffxmemGxsq5kXYAIjg84homJIUmv/s1600-h/IMGP0969.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje7c-5pel8DKRAh3oz_b4ZznLAHu6VMMqjsq8F1uFraapOx8uVT8crGtrjqDZdV7DPRz5VPobWPSi67yGgnp33d0dwSM0phXeucRdi3uXYY0nz-v3DffxmemGxsq5kXYAIjg84homJIUmv/s400/IMGP0969.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114367195083350610" /></a><br /><div align="center">Ira had a good birthday.<br />It's late at night.<br />We had fun.<br />We had salmon and artichokes.<br />Ira liked them.<br />Tony and Janet came up.<br />Kids got a motorcycle ride.<br />This is the seventh time Jourdan and I have uploaded these pictures.<br />Good Night.<br /></div></div></div></div>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-50508769830418498612007-08-30T20:40:00.000-07:002007-08-30T20:52:15.236-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1Ml4NDFTvJ7H6SF0AWXCsai-xIW3zGqJkRyZWrqFEXi7EQHb2Gq9fvyVAT457-hQfF86bO8gF8W7yMovJUs-mKi2xqWIUtWAt5I_FsUeH0bTkHR1IyBeqlCHGiZvFJQa4VTE88rYlqHC/s1600-h/firstday.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip1Ml4NDFTvJ7H6SF0AWXCsai-xIW3zGqJkRyZWrqFEXi7EQHb2Gq9fvyVAT457-hQfF86bO8gF8W7yMovJUs-mKi2xqWIUtWAt5I_FsUeH0bTkHR1IyBeqlCHGiZvFJQa4VTE88rYlqHC/s200/firstday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104704938556722434" border="0" /></a>Kimble had his first day of school on Tuesday. He has been doing pretty good. Today his Teacher asked the class to draw a picture of themselves and he didn't want to do it. So Mrs. Peck had him stay in from the first part of recess until he did it. I asked him why he didn't want to do it and he said " I didn't do it, because I couldn't do it perfect enough." So I said you just need to do your best.... we talked about it for a couple minutes hopefully he will figure it out.<br />I have a cold, I should never bake cakes when I have a cold. I tried to make a coconut cake today.... it looked like a really big very rectangular pancake. The cake had a nasty crust on it and was about a half inch thick, so sad, six eggs and one and half sticks of butter gone. Any way I should have taken a picture of it. Just terrible. I made some Miranda Bars and they turned out just right, they always do, thanks Merandie. Oh man I still have to make all 80 of my squares for Quilt club, in two weeks, so I may not be updating this thing for a while, but I am going to try to post once a week or more if I can.Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-50074985306321538012007-08-21T21:25:00.001-07:002007-08-25T08:26:50.300-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVG_E9Eq1pN6-7rap70WzB75dsMhs4sTeZ2LavYSHmAiEFcSZj2Mp8FjvCRR6UpNARDNHLes8CNt_cpOFvCrgaXhrYz1KRo52VnlLP64lsmd4GkSIxXphij6kSRjkxFs7YNvjyHZ_g3b6b/s1600-h/long_hair.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVG_E9Eq1pN6-7rap70WzB75dsMhs4sTeZ2LavYSHmAiEFcSZj2Mp8FjvCRR6UpNARDNHLes8CNt_cpOFvCrgaXhrYz1KRo52VnlLP64lsmd4GkSIxXphij6kSRjkxFs7YNvjyHZ_g3b6b/s200/long_hair.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101376721154411730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBq7YK8vUGhqikGRnCFCfvhwY1lY-PGinu13vvhzGOMh5pjjVYGzvps1LjWBfIdQ4dVNnyE_akB90Pta0t1NG1Rgbbp-UQTZfozmJmyBAN4ov-s7OgHEo3rnRQTIpuBLrBjE1zZh8HRNJo/s1600-h/short_hair_frong.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBq7YK8vUGhqikGRnCFCfvhwY1lY-PGinu13vvhzGOMh5pjjVYGzvps1LjWBfIdQ4dVNnyE_akB90Pta0t1NG1Rgbbp-UQTZfozmJmyBAN4ov-s7OgHEo3rnRQTIpuBLrBjE1zZh8HRNJo/s200/short_hair_frong.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101376725449379042" border="0" /></a>Okay, you all know me, this is hard for me, but Gator thinks that all of you that live far away should know and see, that I cut my hair. I kept it real here, this is me before and after. I had few in between hair do's but I came home from church Sunday and I just couldn't take it, I started cutting, and well this is how I ended up. Anyway this is it. I can't believe how short it is. But it is really easy and I feel so light, man. I do really like it. Let me know what ya think. I love seeing post's from other people, it makes me feel cool and stuff.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVgy2AsoEPMQ0hoURp27a99_B3-GN5CHua838tWsadJ3rddkO4UzUyTtq0dBESQeVAbXjCRDBOrSEg4tGoiz3hNaTKfJnnV0V-kXv8SP_LqWcKIj9s9PKqfWzqrNRtHFvkscorYkxageB/s1600-h/short_hair_profile.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAVgy2AsoEPMQ0hoURp27a99_B3-GN5CHua838tWsadJ3rddkO4UzUyTtq0dBESQeVAbXjCRDBOrSEg4tGoiz3hNaTKfJnnV0V-kXv8SP_LqWcKIj9s9PKqfWzqrNRtHFvkscorYkxageB/s200/short_hair_profile.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101376729744346354" border="0" /></a>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-535217969935032572.post-20438551089031055812007-08-21T21:15:00.000-07:002007-08-21T21:25:17.203-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFG9F8-KLmoryiMkTpaI3eQCpQn1VsluPtlRvpjHW1_6LzsWff-VT5B_u3io06-aBPjbub-MuTu5N0VXFeQ-k72W69Sr4RnXGAYWmi-TrVmIoN59WQDJ10SWi3ojgOHVaupedPvYyKhapK/s1600-h/the+one.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFG9F8-KLmoryiMkTpaI3eQCpQn1VsluPtlRvpjHW1_6LzsWff-VT5B_u3io06-aBPjbub-MuTu5N0VXFeQ-k72W69Sr4RnXGAYWmi-TrVmIoN59WQDJ10SWi3ojgOHVaupedPvYyKhapK/s200/the+one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101374878613441730" border="0" /></a>Another cake. I made a yellow cake from my favorite cook book, Americas Test kitchen at home, lovely book, lovely cake. The cake was nice and light, it had a beautiful crumb, and good taste, and it puffed up perfectly, no sinking. The buttercream had melted bittersweet chocolate in it, so creamy and soooo delicious. Kimble chose the tip I used on the pastry bag and the words on the Top. The kids helped me make it too. We had fun, fun, fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlQ4kMjPuQs0K1uNsK-wUyrwdrYWgHMITvWh6UZClYnSocB_iLMyJ4TkqllJEmhYVdkD-G_kuX5jTthi-k0-u-CLfxHs9wajLv-yTcP5y0PRkkr_medUK3ZqL39FJHN-c8JM1o3Y0fuPR/s1600-h/k_n_m_n_cake.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSlQ4kMjPuQs0K1uNsK-wUyrwdrYWgHMITvWh6UZClYnSocB_iLMyJ4TkqllJEmhYVdkD-G_kuX5jTthi-k0-u-CLfxHs9wajLv-yTcP5y0PRkkr_medUK3ZqL39FJHN-c8JM1o3Y0fuPR/s200/k_n_m_n_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101374157058935986" border="0" /></a>Elisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13045689309742209531noreply@blogger.com0