<?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-7720190942856753869</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:42:13.174-07:00</updated><category term='Family time'/><title type='text'>Christy's Corner</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-1246510099882021026</id><published>2010-03-14T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T16:14:14.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day for a new beginning.  Today is the day for celebrating the sun.  Today is the day for  extending  time in the sun.  Today is the day for braving new adventures.   Yes, today is the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to admit that I am going to remain sore from my little tangle with the treadmill and get on with doing.  Life will go on without me if I don't.  Therefore, tomorrow I will return to the gym and beginning again.  My PT may think otherwise but my trainer knows what she is doing and will only allow me to do what is best for me.  I can walk.  I can run.  I can use my right side and I can and will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a whole lot going on right now.  Getting ready to go to Georgia to watch my daughter in law graduate.  Karen has been helping me put together her graduation announcements.  My son asked me to do this and I was pleased to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cousin of my Father's sent me a picture of my Grandmother's Grandfather.  Wow.  Now I have pictures of seven generations to put together.  How exciting is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MvrDYQ-I/AAAAAAAAB5o/_-77MD9Q8pM/s1600-h/David+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MvrDYQ-I/AAAAAAAAB5o/_-77MD9Q8pM/s320/David+Ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448525137338450914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is David Whitcomb Ball born in 1864.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MvzTFKBI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Map2kMPltHY/s1600-h/Mable+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MvzTFKBI/AAAAAAAAB5w/Map2kMPltHY/s320/Mable+Ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448525139551791122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is his daughter, Netta Mable Ball born 1891.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MwRUFwiI/AAAAAAAAB54/xYl8SHqOrxw/s1600-h/Lillian+Frye+Emerald+Creek+Washington.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MwRUFwiI/AAAAAAAAB54/xYl8SHqOrxw/s320/Lillian+Frye+Emerald+Creek+Washington.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448525147609088546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her daughter, my Grandmother Leona Lillian Frye. Born 1909.&lt;br /&gt;Then her son, my father,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50g3BZT-bI/AAAAAAAAB7A/jyZI6ojAyW8/s1600-h/Dad+wedding+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50g3BZT-bI/AAAAAAAAB7A/jyZI6ojAyW8/s320/Dad+wedding+day.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448547253827664306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Norman born 1929. Here pictured with Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me born 1950 with Shelby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50fQOFYIJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/gWjTTMLh54c/s1600-h/Me+January+2010+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50fQOFYIJI/AAAAAAAAB6g/gWjTTMLh54c/s320/Me+January+2010+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448545487707185298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 6th generation is my sons. Matthew born 1974 on right and Kevin born 1977 on the left.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50ht1cIzBI/AAAAAAAAB7I/TXA_9ymPuQ8/s1600-h/photo+%283%29+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50ht1cIzBI/AAAAAAAAB7I/TXA_9ymPuQ8/s320/photo+%283%29+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448548195511094290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then lastly Matthew's children.  Marquis born 2000, Daniel born 2004, and Kymberly born 2007. Pictured here with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50g2sop0FI/AAAAAAAAB64/O6ALJ5QBj1o/s1600-h/Copy+of+scan0019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50g2sop0FI/AAAAAAAAB64/O6ALJ5QBj1o/s320/Copy+of+scan0019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448547248254865490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Ball looks just like my double cousin Steven or should I say Stevie looks just like him.&lt;br /&gt;Steven&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50jh-UXPoI/AAAAAAAAB7g/tHPHsHNjoBs/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50jh-UXPoI/AAAAAAAAB7g/tHPHsHNjoBs/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448550190759231106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50iuIO61PI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/xURMRg2tswE/s1600-h/David+Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50iuIO61PI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/xURMRg2tswE/s320/David+Ball.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448549300067554546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                and again                        David Whitcomb Ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, my sister, Cammie, my double cousins, Steven and Sylvia, and my brother, Bill.   Stevie's and Sylvia's mother, Peggy,  is my Father's sister.  Their father is my Mother's brother, Sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;We are are Great Great Grandchildren of David Ball.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50Mw24aoHI/AAAAAAAAB6I/U_HJtd4qEnw/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50Mw24aoHI/AAAAAAAAB6I/U_HJtd4qEnw/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448525157693562994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there are seven generations to the Family Ball.  I thought it was very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-1246510099882021026?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1246510099882021026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=1246510099882021026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1246510099882021026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1246510099882021026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2010/03/today-is-day.html' title='Today is the day'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S50MvrDYQ-I/AAAAAAAAB5o/_-77MD9Q8pM/s72-c/David+Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-1819088741278041649</id><published>2010-02-26T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T14:56:39.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of February</title><content type='html'>Well, I am not where I wanted to be this last weekend in February.  I should be the Palouse Divide Lodge for the Paper Pal's Retreat.  Instead I am home nursing myself.  Oh? You want to know why.  I decided it would be a lot more fun to stay home hurt.  Wednesday I was at Snap working out trying to get myself tuned.  So, after doing a round on the equipment I am assigned to, I went to walk on the Treadmill.  Bright light that I am, I didn't put in the level of my workout.  I just put in the program.  I thought I wasn't moving fast enough, not realizing the program would increase the speed, so I speed myself up to a more desirable level.  Before I knew it, the walking pace became a wailing pace.  I was flung face down on the treadmill and then, subsequently, dumped at the bottom of it.  Thank goodness I did have the good sense to put on the emergency cord which stopped the machine.  OW! Does not state the impact good enough.  My trainer, Deb, and a man were instantly at my side.  I wasn't sure how badly I was hurt but I knew my nose hurt.  I was also embarrassed to have had this happen.  I knew others had had accidents on this machine.  My son, Kevin, broke his ankle on one last year.  So, I felt lucky nothing was broken.&lt;br /&gt;I went home applied Ice, heat, and Ibuprofen.  Thursday, I knew I needed to see a doctor though I didn't want to.  Karen and Shawna both said I must.  I did.  He said no exercise for two weeks.  Complete rest, ice, heat, and Ibuprofen 800.&lt;br /&gt;So, here I sit enjoying a pity party all by myself.  Wishing I was with everyone and enjoying this weekend I have been looking forward to.  What I managed to do was re-injure or rather antogonize my injuries from my horrific wreck of 9+ years ago.  I didn't cry until I had to tell Karen and Shawna what had happened.  Now I feel completely angry and tearful.&lt;br /&gt;I will get well and I plan on going back to the gym as soon as PT releases me.  Until then I proceed with being me.&lt;br /&gt;I did have a wonderful weekend last weekend celebrating my Granddaughters 3rd Birthday. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hPL0UTX4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/a-dSrSNO10s/s1600-h/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hPL0UTX4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/a-dSrSNO10s/s320/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442687214118199170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM9yaV0PI/AAAAAAAAB1I/xSGQYPdZ7IM/s1600-h/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM9yaV0PI/AAAAAAAAB1I/xSGQYPdZ7IM/s320/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442684774065230066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hPLvrvl7I/AAAAAAAAB1g/E0fBQuFILBY/s1600-h/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hPLvrvl7I/AAAAAAAAB1g/E0fBQuFILBY/s320/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442687212874340274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM-knWYOI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4VPE7IHCBOk/s1600-h/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM-knWYOI/AAAAAAAAB1Y/4VPE7IHCBOk/s320/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+073.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442684787541565666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM-G4nD1I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Lpayq8l8Is8/s1600-h/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM-G4nD1I/AAAAAAAAB1Q/Lpayq8l8Is8/s320/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442684779560898386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM9S_bvrI/AAAAAAAAB1A/F52tJbmRMQo/s1600-h/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hM9S_bvrI/AAAAAAAAB1A/F52tJbmRMQo/s320/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442684765630873266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My next PLANNED adventure is for the 10th of March.  I am going over to Seattle to help my youngest, Kevin, celebrate his 33rd.  For now, I must get back to resting.  I do not make a good patient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-1819088741278041649?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1819088741278041649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=1819088741278041649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1819088741278041649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1819088741278041649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2010/02/end-of-february.html' title='End of February'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S4hPL0UTX4I/AAAAAAAAB1o/a-dSrSNO10s/s72-c/Kymberly+3rd+Birthday+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-5859359507538861975</id><published>2010-01-28T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:50:31.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy Happy Joy Joy things have calmed down enough for me to return to and update my blog.&lt;br /&gt;Things have been quite hectic since November what with holidays and all.    I really can't believe that it is almost February.  So for bits and snipits and updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First&lt;br /&gt;I have lost 145 lbs.  What a difference it has made in my life, feelings, and level of activity.  I don't get tired as quickly; have more energy and can play with my grandchildren more.  My diabetes is diet controlled and I am wearing a smaller size.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are some things that I am still having difficulty with.  For instance, many foods doesn't taste the same; am having difficulty eating 1000 calories a day and I hate vitamins which I must take.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple of before and afters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H19IAuSZI/AAAAAAAAByk/yDoszX5hGVI/s1600-h/DSCF6750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H19IAuSZI/AAAAAAAAByk/yDoszX5hGVI/s320/DSCF6750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893056056871314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H19i6CzlI/AAAAAAAABys/OG9Mx9f6o5Y/s1600-h/DSCF6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H19i6CzlI/AAAAAAAABys/OG9Mx9f6o5Y/s320/DSCF6751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893063276613202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H18TAE1TI/AAAAAAAAByU/tj9HT6YtBPk/s1600-h/Me+January+2010+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H18TAE1TI/AAAAAAAAByU/tj9HT6YtBPk/s320/Me+January+2010+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893041827075378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H18xkS-EI/AAAAAAAAByc/58FDLvMZLDM/s1600-h/Me+January+2010+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H18xkS-EI/AAAAAAAAByc/58FDLvMZLDM/s320/Me+January+2010+002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431893050032060482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having some shaping up to do and some more weight to lose but for the first time since before my husband died in 2000 I weigh below 200lbs.  Just barely but still below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took my Snow Bird Aunt Sadie to Yuma, Arizona just before Halloween.  As she doesn't have a computer, I couldn't keep updated. Stayed until December 3.  Had a wonderful time the two of us.  I must admit though I am no where near the shopper she is.  We went shopping almost every day.  She took me to the Swamp Meet.  Now, talk about something huge.  I couldn't beleive all the vendors and stuff.  You imagine it and it probably was there.  The only weekend we didn't go was Thanksgiving weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The desert is to my liking but it is beautiful in its own way.  Here is a shot from my Aunt's front door of a magnificent sunset.  Most were just like this.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2IBzVeGNRI/AAAAAAAABzk/hbSEYQp4jr8/s1600-h/DSCF7699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2IBzVeGNRI/AAAAAAAABzk/hbSEYQp4jr8/s320/DSCF7699.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431906082010576146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2IDRcpeNnI/AAAAAAAABzs/5zZEUfdc-ug/s1600-h/DSCF7701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2IDRcpeNnI/AAAAAAAABzs/5zZEUfdc-ug/s320/DSCF7701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431907698845038194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to get to know my wonderful cousins--Nathan his wife and two children; Julie and her daughter.  Because of the distance we have always lived apart, even as children, and the fact that I am 9-13 years older, I never really knew them except as little children.  What a wonderful gift they all are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H5wuMndpI/AAAAAAAABy0/jJOQ7swabA4/s1600-h/DSCF8204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H5wuMndpI/AAAAAAAABy0/jJOQ7swabA4/s320/DSCF8204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431897241015514770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H5xOIeV8I/AAAAAAAABy8/Gb5hcgw9Y8M/s1600-h/DSCF8191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H5xOIeV8I/AAAAAAAABy8/Gb5hcgw9Y8M/s320/DSCF8191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431897249588074434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         Julie is 9 years to the day younger than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie and I took a trip to Carlsbad Caverns.  You go through Arizona, New Mexico, around a bit into Texas and back into New Mexico.  What a trip and what wonderful sights.  I not only saw Carlsbad but the desert with its forests of Saguaros Cactus.  I never knew cactus grew in foresters just like ours here only in the sand and spaced a little farther apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H_kRngiHI/AAAAAAAABzM/PMwCEq9OAoM/s1600-h/DSCF8169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H_kRngiHI/AAAAAAAABzM/PMwCEq9OAoM/s320/DSCF8169.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431903624255015026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you can keep the desert.  I like my Pacific Northwest and its snow, rain, and evergreens and grass. I swear that every plant in Arizona bites.  They all had thorns, needs, or prickles.  Even the Palm trees had saw blades.  I was, therefore, very glad to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I went to Matthew's for early Christmas with him, Angie, Marquis, Daniel, and Kymberly.  Had a wonderful visit.  I enjoy doing Christmas before all the hubbub of the actual day.  Gives them a chance to enjoy some gifts before the actual day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent actual Christmas Day with my Brother Bill and his extended family.  Twenty-one people there that day.  I was overwhelmed not to mention that I had a kidney stone which put a damper on everything.  Overall, though,  it was a good day but very tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Marquis to First Night in Spokane.  What a good time the two of us had.  I was surprised by all the things available for all age children.  Hope to do it again next year but take the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now you are caught up and I tried not to write a book and I assure you I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your holidays were great and that you, too, look forward to an even better New year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I also got to see London Bridge.  The London Bridge.  Now my trip to England has closed.  I never got to see it in England as the good people of Lake Havasue, Arizona had bought and moved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2IDSHSwD_I/AAAAAAAABz0/IQumV10s904/s1600-h/DSCF7607.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2IDSHSwD_I/AAAAAAAABz0/IQumV10s904/s320/DSCF7607.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431907710292463602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Sadie in front of The London Bridge&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-5859359507538861975?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/5859359507538861975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=5859359507538861975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/5859359507538861975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/5859359507538861975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/S2H19IAuSZI/AAAAAAAAByk/yDoszX5hGVI/s72-c/DSCF6750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-104463807913536402</id><published>2009-09-13T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T15:45:11.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Busy Summer</title><content type='html'>I don't know about all of you but this has been one busy Summer!  Busy is just not the word.&lt;br /&gt;I went to Kevin's and Tanna's for 10 days.  As usual, Kevin sent me off exploring.  Tanna was having a very bad time of it and I felt it best I did leave and go do something.  It scared me to see her so sick and incapable.  That is not like her at all.  I keep praying that the Gleevic will indeed keep her well and with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off I went on their directions to catch the bus to Seattle.  Now, let me tell you I can't think of an easier way to get around that busy area.  I was soon at Pike's Place.  Talk about loud, noisy and crowded.  Egad!  I looked around and found things very interesting.  Nothing, however, called my name.  It was interesting to see the Asian tourists wanting and getting their pictures taken in front of Starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, off I went to the waterfront to buy the Seattle visitor's pass.  It allowed me to visit The Aquarium, Zoo, Space Needle, Science Museum, Flight Museum, and go on a tour of the Sound from the Lake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had walked down a terrific flight of stairs to get to the water front and wasn't looking forward to the climb back up.  I did find a less steep way to go and vowed that the next day when I started my official look at everything, that I would find an easier route.  Icalled Tanna to let her know I was on my way and had had enough fun for one day.  On my walk back to the Bus Stop I saw the Art Musuem  That is on my agenda when next I visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I took the little tour.  How interesting that was.  I didn't know that there were homes actually built on the lake itself.  They were built on Cedar logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it turned out here was an elevator down to the waterfron from the parking lot right next door to Picke's Place.  LOL. When the trip was over I went to lunch.  I had been craving clam chowder.  Oh oh oh what a mistake that one was.  I got very sick.  Too rich for my new tummy. O h, I did go to the Aquarium.  It would be a great place to take my lil' ones someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been to the Space Needle several times before but it was interesting to see it through their eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq10LrD6UpI/AAAAAAAABvs/KGxKke2KlKg/s1600-h/DSCF7186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq10LrD6UpI/AAAAAAAABvs/KGxKke2KlKg/s320/DSCF7186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381084873664123538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weekend Kevin, Tanna and I did the rest of the tickets.  We saw a fantastic 3d on the Sea at the Science Musuem.  But I think my favorite part was the Flight Musuem.  To see the actual aircraft up close and personal was wonderul.  I saw a reproduction of the trenches my Grandfather was in.  Oh how terrifying that was.  We also went through the Airforce 1 that was for Esienhower- LBJ.  and then the Concord.  Both planes held much history and fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq10MNS0yCI/AAAAAAAABv0/rvf_-huE9mU/s1600-h/DSCF7230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq10MNS0yCI/AAAAAAAABv0/rvf_-huE9mU/s320/DSCF7230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381084882853480482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my time with Kevin and Tanna,  it was time for the Paper Pals Retreat.  That was a blast, as usual.  I always enjoy myself and the people that attend.  Eating proved to be no problem.  I just had to be very careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big event was the NE Washington State Fair in Colville. My Grandsons had rabbits and Angie, their mother, was a Barn Superintendent.  They spent Wednesday night-Sunday Morning at the Fair Grounds in a trailer.  I never realized what work went into the Fair for the exhibitors.  Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquis not only had his rabbit but also his Llama, Poppy.  Angie showed her 16 hand Mule and  their miniture donkey.  It was quite an event.&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1rp3AdMOI/AAAAAAAABuM/dUokxcM1O1I/s1600-h/Fair+2009+003-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1rp3AdMOI/AAAAAAAABuM/dUokxcM1O1I/s320/Fair+2009+003-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381075496662282466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1sFFED5uI/AAAAAAAABuU/vPiMe5_Y6v4/s1600-h/Fair+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1sFFED5uI/AAAAAAAABuU/vPiMe5_Y6v4/s320/Fair+2009+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381075964291966690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1sk6GEA9I/AAAAAAAABuc/YBH_magBDxA/s1600-h/Fair+2009+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1sk6GEA9I/AAAAAAAABuc/YBH_magBDxA/s320/Fair+2009+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381076511103386578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1tEpdMdhI/AAAAAAAABuk/CUmJQTDJoIU/s1600-h/Fair+2009+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1tEpdMdhI/AAAAAAAABuk/CUmJQTDJoIU/s320/Fair+2009+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381077056392820242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud of Daniel.  He was fun to watch.  He is only 5 and did such a great job as his ribbon indicates.  And he was thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1w9rx4OGI/AAAAAAAABvU/9WKZuI1VJ3M/s1600-h/Fair+2009+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1w9rx4OGI/AAAAAAAABvU/9WKZuI1VJ3M/s320/Fair+2009+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381081334803871842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1x9XyEzXI/AAAAAAAABvc/JdjkRV9RgrA/s1600-h/Fair+2009+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1x9XyEzXI/AAAAAAAABvc/JdjkRV9RgrA/s320/Fair+2009+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381082428947615090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew, Kymberly, and I watched and stood around in the hot sun.  Kymberly loved the animals so she had a great time.  Matthew and I did, too.  I stayed with him and Kymberly at their home and we played alot of Boggle and Scrabble and Kymberly played, and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1ymbLgbOI/AAAAAAAABvk/R9X-zifYBHY/s1600-h/Fair+2009+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1ymbLgbOI/AAAAAAAABvk/R9X-zifYBHY/s320/Fair+2009+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381083134234225890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;colored with Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for a me update.  So far I have lost over 80lbs and am no longer on insulin unless my Blood Sugar indicates I need some.  I am off all other meds.  Though, I must admit this is not an easy road.  I find I hate food and take no pleasure in eating.  I have to force myself to eat my meals.  Thank heavens they are small.  The rewards though out shine the negatives.  I will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;I did finally break down and buy a couple outfits that fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1udKpOLTI/AAAAAAAABu0/WLqIqgy94LM/s1600-h/DSCF6750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1udKpOLTI/AAAAAAAABu0/WLqIqgy94LM/s320/DSCF6750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381078577130122546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 6, 2009&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1vrNpyHCI/AAAAAAAABvE/lVpmVZpyhNI/s1600-h/Sep+11,+2009+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 313px; height: 321px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1vrNpyHCI/AAAAAAAABvE/lVpmVZpyhNI/s320/Sep+11,+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381079917967580194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1uyS4TN3I/AAAAAAAABu8/XbH1R4YRZtQ/s1600-h/DSCF6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1uyS4TN3I/AAAAAAAABu8/XbH1R4YRZtQ/s320/DSCF6751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381078940118103922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1wNsh_5JI/AAAAAAAABvM/SewxiCA4Jbg/s1600-h/Sep+11,+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq1wNsh_5JI/AAAAAAAABvM/SewxiCA4Jbg/s320/Sep+11,+2009+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381080510371980434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;September 12, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And....the journey continues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-104463807913536402?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/104463807913536402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=104463807913536402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/104463807913536402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/104463807913536402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-busy-summer.html' title='One Busy Summer'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sq10LrD6UpI/AAAAAAAABvs/KGxKke2KlKg/s72-c/DSCF7186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-1817013945100167558</id><published>2009-07-28T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T08:34:10.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing well</title><content type='html'>One Month has passed since surgery.  Many changes have occurred.  Some expected; some not.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I would be tired.  But, I did not expect my tastes to change.  This has proved to be quite a challenge.  Hard to get my needed protein in because of this but I am working on it.  Looking for other sources.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pleased that my diabetes appears to be improving.   And, yes, I have lost weight.  I feel it in my clothes but not necessarily in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8Sxt8HfoI/AAAAAAAABqU/QA323XupUaE/s1600-h/DSCF6749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8Sxt8HfoI/AAAAAAAABqU/QA323XupUaE/s320/DSCF6749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363526326576184962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 22, 2009                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8aOwXzBZI/AAAAAAAABrc/RIryVh9vcJc/s1600-h/DSCF7169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8aOwXzBZI/AAAAAAAABrc/RIryVh9vcJc/s320/DSCF7169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363534522026755474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8URu_1bnI/AAAAAAAABqs/MKpO1-smGUQ/s1600-h/DSCF6751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8URu_1bnI/AAAAAAAABqs/MKpO1-smGUQ/s320/DSCF6751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363527976127655538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8URu_1bnI/AAAAAAAABqs/MKpO1-smGUQ/s1600-h/DSCF6751.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 6, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8UruMwgnI/AAAAAAAABq0/Jt9fovUk34k/s1600-h/DSCF7170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8UruMwgnI/AAAAAAAABq0/Jt9fovUk34k/s320/DSCF7170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363528422590022258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 28, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday my Brother, Sister and I had our parent's 60th Wedding Anniversary Celebration.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8XJz9HoBI/AAAAAAAABrM/XizIpih_IEQ/s1600-h/DSCF7079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8XJz9HoBI/AAAAAAAABrM/XizIpih_IEQ/s320/DSCF7079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363531138554372114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a very nice day.  It was wonderful to have both my sons.  I saw many cousins I haven't seen in years and people I didn't know or remember.  Dad was really happy.  Mama won't remember but she had a good time. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8YMGi-BHI/AAAAAAAABrU/1SkMgJWPnf0/s1600-h/DSCF7149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8YMGi-BHI/AAAAAAAABrU/1SkMgJWPnf0/s320/DSCF7149.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363532277416330354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cammie, Mama, Dad, Me, and Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad brought his 1929 Ford.  He stole Tanna, Kevin's wife, and took it her for a ride.  It was wonderful.  He hasn't seen her in almost 3 years.  He has been very worried about her.  Oh, Kevin is my youngest son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8WUw285ZI/AAAAAAAABrE/zdYfD6yPc6E/s1600-h/DSCF7117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8WUw285ZI/AAAAAAAABrE/zdYfD6yPc6E/s320/DSCF7117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363530227190130066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did enjoy ourselves but I am glad that the day is behind me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will go to Matthew's this weekend to take care of the kids while Matthew works and Angie keeps books and scores for a roping.  Then back home for Kit club and then to Kevin's for a visit.  He and Tanna now live in Samamish.  I just have to find it.  My August is pretty well planned out.  After the visit with them, is the Retreat, then the Colville Fair to watch the boys in their 4H Rabbit presentations.  At the end of August after the fair, I will take Marquis for a birthday trip to see the Reptile Zoo again.  Then, he has to start school so I don't get to have him long.  September appears to be a bit slower and more normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am off to August.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-1817013945100167558?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1817013945100167558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=1817013945100167558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1817013945100167558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1817013945100167558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/07/doing-well.html' title='Doing well'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sm8Sxt8HfoI/AAAAAAAABqU/QA323XupUaE/s72-c/DSCF6749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-2458590161835840894</id><published>2009-06-26T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:40:51.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery</title><content type='html'>Well, the time has finally arrived.  Monday I will have the gastric by pass.  I am anxious and scared.  The unknown is always scary.&lt;br /&gt;I will be at the Northwest Specialty Hospital in Post Falls.  I should be back home on Tuesday.  That is hard to believe but they don't keep patients as they used to do.&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to lose 40 lbs.  I have lost 42.  So, guess I am set in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;I have to be at the hospital at 5:00am with surgery at 7:30 am. &lt;br /&gt;It will be a while be fore I can let you all know how things are going but I will just as soon as I am able.&lt;br /&gt;Prayers are always nice.  Thanks for your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Christy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-2458590161835840894?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/2458590161835840894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=2458590161835840894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/2458590161835840894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/2458590161835840894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/06/surgery.html' title='Surgery'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-185534104674959095</id><published>2009-05-05T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T07:24:41.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho Cheerios</title><content type='html'>Surprise, Surprise I am alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figured it was about time to catch up on myself and with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March ended with a visit to my family in Chewelah for family pictures.  I will be going to get them this weekend and I will share them with you.  It was quit a day with so many of us there.  Let's see---There was Matthew, Angie, Marquis, Daniel, Kymberly, myself, Angie's folks--Glenna and Ernie, and then her Grandfather, Glen.  Everyone looked so nice.&lt;br /&gt;Ang commented on how nice my hair looked, thanks to DJ, and I told her that it had lots of hair spray in it.  A couple days after the pictures I showered.  She laughed when she saw just how flat my hair was.  Wow, what a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 10th is my brother's, Billy, Birthday and two of his grandchildren, Wyatt and Madison.  So, on the Saturday before Easter, we had a Birthday party at Beachview.  Billy turned 49 which means that on my Birthday I will be 59.  Wyatt turned 7 and Madison 1.  It was a fun day.&lt;br /&gt;Family gatherings are always hard for Billy's wife, Deb as his first wife Deb is always present as she is the kids' mother.  I understand how she feels.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxNMvLOI/AAAAAAAABYU/2VEexGl4Dnc/s1600-h/DSCF6681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxNMvLOI/AAAAAAAABYU/2VEexGl4Dnc/s320/DSCF6681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332339769977285858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxUY11VI/AAAAAAAABYc/pDV6FsoGb6w/s1600-h/DSCF6684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxUY11VI/AAAAAAAABYc/pDV6FsoGb6w/s320/DSCF6684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332339771907102034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Madison with her Mama.  Happy First Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxuK6A0I/AAAAAAAABYk/_Whg11-fp6I/s1600-h/DSCF6699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxuK6A0I/AAAAAAAABYk/_Whg11-fp6I/s320/DSCF6699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332339778827977538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Birthday Billy.  Here he is with his Granddaughter Meghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBIBt1R-zI/AAAAAAAABY0/36ivdxKc6ow/s1600-h/DSCF6708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBIBt1R-zI/AAAAAAAABY0/36ivdxKc6ow/s320/DSCF6708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332341153126808370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad wishes Billy happy 49th.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBIB4T404I/AAAAAAAABY8/4AUjPDCgaNM/s1600-h/DSCF6718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBIB4T404I/AAAAAAAABY8/4AUjPDCgaNM/s320/DSCF6718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332341155939537794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billy with our double cousin, Steven.  He is as close as any brother could ever be.  So strange to look at these two grown men and remember the two little boys that played happily together for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBICPTYQoI/AAAAAAAABZE/7u0vLaQLErY/s1600-h/DSCF6728.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBICPTYQoI/AAAAAAAABZE/7u0vLaQLErY/s320/DSCF6728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332341162111419010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt had a great 7th Birthday.  Two of his friends also came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to Easter and spending another day with these wonderful people but that was not to be.  I ended up staying home with kidney stones.  On Wednesday of that week, I had it taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in, also, in April I made a big decision.  I decided to have gastric bypass.  So now I am in the process of preparing myself mentally and physically for this procedure.  It is scheduled for June 29.  I am scared but at the same time excited.  I will keep you up to date.  I have to lose 40 lbs by June 29.  So far I have lost 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we are in May.  I wonder what happened to Spring?  Today I go up to Post Falls for an exercise day in prep for my surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do it again on Friday but instead of coming home I am going to Matthew's for Angie's birthday the 7th.  Her mom has it all planned out for her.  We all went together to get Angie a special gift for her Lama, a harness for the cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8th of May is Mason's 1st Birthday.  That is Billy's grandson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBIBYl8FgI/AAAAAAAABYs/PgcOxyTsGDo/s1600-h/DSCF6702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBIBYl8FgI/AAAAAAAABYs/PgcOxyTsGDo/s320/DSCF6702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332341147425314306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is with Deb.  And again with his Mama, Molly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBL5T3n3AI/AAAAAAAABZM/8dToOoZ2xgM/s1600-h/DSCF6683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBL5T3n3AI/AAAAAAAABZM/8dToOoZ2xgM/s320/DSCF6683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332345406764866562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, you are caught up with me and so am I.  Have a great soggy day.  I am off to Post Falls.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-185534104674959095?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/185534104674959095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=185534104674959095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/185534104674959095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/185534104674959095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/05/hi-ho-cheerios.html' title='Hi Ho Cheerios'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SgBGxNMvLOI/AAAAAAAABYU/2VEexGl4Dnc/s72-c/DSCF6681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-3226434174867434929</id><published>2009-03-02T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:05:32.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kymberly</title><content type='html'>This Blog focuses on my Granddaughter Kymberly.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxvymS9F0I/AAAAAAAABIk/L3wYTjnXVxU/s1600-h/DSCF6244-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxvymS9F0I/AAAAAAAABIk/L3wYTjnXVxU/s320/DSCF6244-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308740975827162946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She turned two Feb. 24.  I can hardly believe she is two already.  Now Matthew and Angela have a 2, 4, and 8 year old.  Good heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Palouse Divide Lodge for the Paper Pal Retreat.  It was as usual a very good time.  I enjoy the good company and the opportunity to concentrate on scrapping.  I got an awful lot done--32 pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday I went to Matthew's.  I forgot I was headed North.  To me I was just going to my son's.  As soon as I passed Deer Park, I knew I had forgotten something--Warmer clothes and boots.  And as I crested the hill overlooking Chewelah, I knew I was going to stay indoors.  Here is Matthew's front yard. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxvdUGLLhI/AAAAAAAABIc/qNa7lcJAYVc/s1600-h/DSCF6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxvdUGLLhI/AAAAAAAABIc/qNa7lcJAYVc/s320/DSCF6308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308740610164469266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And it snowed off and on while I was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandsons, Marquis and Daniel, had received a Nintendo for Christmas with some games I remembered my own sons and myself playing.  It was fun watching them.  I tried but it would take me much more time than I had to relearn how to move.  My 4 year old Daniel could play it and well.  It was amazing to watch him.  He liked playing with Grandma cause I couldn't do it and he got lots of turns.  Marquis just sails through the games and of course then his turns last a long time.  He tried to help me but I couldn't get it.  I just had to practice with Daniel.  He said, "You need a hug Grandma."  and hugged me cause I was having such a hard time making the game work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxxYUObelI/AAAAAAAABIs/cujJDNC2IAg/s1600-h/DSCF6312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxxYUObelI/AAAAAAAABIs/cujJDNC2IAg/s200/DSCF6312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308742723323001426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxxYVsaDlI/AAAAAAAABI0/Ul6xD9Gnh7I/s1600-h/DSCF6313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxxYVsaDlI/AAAAAAAABI0/Ul6xD9Gnh7I/s200/DSCF6313.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308742723717172818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxxYbGUBpI/AAAAAAAABI8/gBfmdN-wfuo/s1600-h/DSCF6318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxxYbGUBpI/AAAAAAAABI8/gBfmdN-wfuo/s200/DSCF6318.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308742725168006802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, I decided to give Kymberly my Birthday present.  Saturday she was going to get a big tah dah and I wanted her to enjoy this one before she was overwhelmed.  So at 8:00am before Matthew went off to School I gave her her gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxx9A3pUFI/AAAAAAAABJE/jkj0W7VtT_U/s1600-h/DSCF6319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxx9A3pUFI/AAAAAAAABJE/jkj0W7VtT_U/s320/DSCF6319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308743353782325330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxx9adm9iI/AAAAAAAABJM/y2G66-Ap0UM/s1600-h/DSCF6325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxx9adm9iI/AAAAAAAABJM/y2G66-Ap0UM/s320/DSCF6325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308743360652441122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved her tea set and her little orange car.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxyXK88SYI/AAAAAAAABJU/sPxDFBRx6ls/s1600-h/DSCF6372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxyXK88SYI/AAAAAAAABJU/sPxDFBRx6ls/s320/DSCF6372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308743803165493634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Little girls need cars also. Particularly, when they have big brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I had a lovely tea party.  Marquis joined us but Daniel said, "No thank you."  The tea party lasted all day and the next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzD18HCiI/AAAAAAAABJc/P_nsppfkAhY/s1600-h/DSCF6332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzD18HCiI/AAAAAAAABJc/P_nsppfkAhY/s200/DSCF6332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744570618972706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzEMXN5uI/AAAAAAAABJk/vZxYq6ufJe4/s1600-h/DSCF6336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzEMXN5uI/AAAAAAAABJk/vZxYq6ufJe4/s200/DSCF6336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744576638248674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxz8BLwjCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/7TWeIoN5fnA/s1600-h/DSCF6341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxz8BLwjCI/AAAAAAAABJ8/7TWeIoN5fnA/s200/DSCF6341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308745535710071842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzEp-VHWI/AAAAAAAABJ0/z3GtZzpO4A4/s1600-h/DSCF6352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzEp-VHWI/AAAAAAAABJ0/z3GtZzpO4A4/s200/DSCF6352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744584586927458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxz8S1ZNjI/AAAAAAAABKE/jQkASO4vBrk/s1600-h/DSCF6353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Saxz8S1ZNjI/AAAAAAAABKE/jQkASO4vBrk/s200/DSCF6353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308745540448106034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzED16H0I/AAAAAAAABJs/1i_hrc3YQzM/s1600-h/DSCF6345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxzED16H0I/AAAAAAAABJs/1i_hrc3YQzM/s200/DSCF6345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308744574351056706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Mommy made her cute little jacket and skirt.  Angela is a very good seamstress. She learned from her Grandmother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax0tOIv42I/AAAAAAAABKM/gUFkTAXM7w8/s1600-h/DSCF6383-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax0tOIv42I/AAAAAAAABKM/gUFkTAXM7w8/s320/DSCF6383-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308746381000696674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax0tcm_IyI/AAAAAAAABKU/GBhHcQ8AL0I/s1600-h/DSCF6397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax0tcm_IyI/AAAAAAAABKU/GBhHcQ8AL0I/s320/DSCF6397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308746384885621538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Sabbath School on Saturday and Kymberly and the boys dressed up in thier new outfits that Mommy made.  I don't have a picture of Marquis in his shirt.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax1zoi4_RI/AAAAAAAABKc/QUtG7jxRlZ8/s1600-h/DSCF6413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax1zoi4_RI/AAAAAAAABKc/QUtG7jxRlZ8/s320/DSCF6413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308747590680509714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax1z1egbxI/AAAAAAAABKk/vT_pQf_zlzc/s1600-h/DSCF6421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax1z1egbxI/AAAAAAAABKk/vT_pQf_zlzc/s320/DSCF6421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308747594151784210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Daddy loves his little girl.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax2lepudvI/AAAAAAAABKs/imFE3iGIwMU/s1600-h/DSCF6433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax2lepudvI/AAAAAAAABKs/imFE3iGIwMU/s320/DSCF6433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748447018284786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax2leLjqWI/AAAAAAAABK0/UbuijFtAD0c/s1600-h/DSCF6438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax2leLjqWI/AAAAAAAABK0/UbuijFtAD0c/s320/DSCF6438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308748446891747682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax_elQSZeI/AAAAAAAABM0/Os2k4PfptIc/s1600-h/DSCF6456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax_elQSZeI/AAAAAAAABM0/Os2k4PfptIc/s320/DSCF6456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308758224136201698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie not only made the cute dress but the coat she is wearing with her Daddy as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that day we went to her Granma and Grandpa Lundquist's for her Birthday.  One of Angie's friends--Gina and her two daughters, 11 year old Cianne and 4 year old Ozzie, came down from Spangle to clebrate and go swimming the next day on a special field trip to Canada.&lt;br /&gt;Now you must know that Matthew, Angie and her Mother are Vegans, even so, there was a lovely birthday cake and Glenna made icecream from Rice Milk.  All was very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax4DPdmA5I/AAAAAAAABLU/Ivzal0REJ7E/s1600-h/DSCF6546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax4DPdmA5I/AAAAAAAABLU/Ivzal0REJ7E/s200/DSCF6546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308750057848570770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax4C7wpIgI/AAAAAAAABK8/zp-YOx_En-M/s1600-h/DSCF6449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax4C7wpIgI/AAAAAAAABK8/zp-YOx_En-M/s200/DSCF6449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308750052559757826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax56-TDQII/AAAAAAAABLk/ReGf-IwcDyc/s1600-h/DSCF6543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax56-TDQII/AAAAAAAABLk/ReGf-IwcDyc/s200/DSCF6543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308752114825248898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax5bX0LTJI/AAAAAAAABLc/9WalbTXGhcU/s1600-h/DSCF6549-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax5bX0LTJI/AAAAAAAABLc/9WalbTXGhcU/s200/DSCF6549-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308751571919260818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax4DGMFxuI/AAAAAAAABLE/aIAzvE4uqcQ/s1600-h/DSCF6544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax4DGMFxuI/AAAAAAAABLE/aIAzvE4uqcQ/s200/DSCF6544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308750055359235810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kymberly got a kitchen from Grandma and Grandpa and all the groceries and pots and pans&lt;br /&gt;from Mommy and Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7BbWn8HI/AAAAAAAABLs/_Zx1Srh8hYY/s1600-h/DSCF6463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7BbWn8HI/AAAAAAAABLs/_Zx1Srh8hYY/s200/DSCF6463.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308753325215707250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7BsrKbmI/AAAAAAAABL0/un2w2ejLvv4/s1600-h/DSCF6461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7BsrKbmI/AAAAAAAABL0/un2w2ejLvv4/s200/DSCF6461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308753329865256546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7Bv9dGTI/AAAAAAAABL8/GWMLN1Ct5R0/s1600-h/DSCF6483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7Bv9dGTI/AAAAAAAABL8/GWMLN1Ct5R0/s200/DSCF6483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308753330747283762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7BqGCVnI/AAAAAAAABME/M4I-JljK6CU/s1600-h/DSCF6488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7BqGCVnI/AAAAAAAABME/M4I-JljK6CU/s200/DSCF6488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308753329172665970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the children loved the kitchen and all its goodies.  They played and played.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7zWr2WZI/AAAAAAAABMM/Lv8CF0bGP_A/s1600-h/DSCF6561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7zWr2WZI/AAAAAAAABMM/Lv8CF0bGP_A/s200/DSCF6561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754182956013970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax70yzwgXI/AAAAAAAABMk/mwKrTc8hZYg/s1600-h/DSCF6568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax70yzwgXI/AAAAAAAABMk/mwKrTc8hZYg/s200/DSCF6568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754207685247346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7zngJUhI/AAAAAAAABMU/F5yEu4mDR10/s1600-h/DSCF6525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7zngJUhI/AAAAAAAABMU/F5yEu4mDR10/s200/DSCF6525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754187470328338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7061A08I/AAAAAAAABMs/23r5UqBjAd4/s1600-h/DSCF6570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/Sax7061A08I/AAAAAAAABMs/23r5UqBjAd4/s200/DSCF6570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308754209837994946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even Grandpa enjoyed watching the little ones play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful visit.  Kymberly has changed from a baby to a toddler over night.  I am going back up there Sunday as Sunday they are having family portraits and want the Grandparents as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now you got to come to the party also. Hope you had a good time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-3226434174867434929?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/3226434174867434929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=3226434174867434929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/3226434174867434929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/3226434174867434929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/03/kymberly.html' title='Kymberly'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SaxvymS9F0I/AAAAAAAABIk/L3wYTjnXVxU/s72-c/DSCF6244-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-4165701650985661242</id><published>2009-02-17T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:02:26.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Birthday</title><content type='html'>It is still hard to believe Dad turned 80.  My brother, his son and daughter and their families and I went to Kirk's house.  Kirk is Billy's , my brother, son.  We had a lovely dinner and played Texas Holdem.  It is always fun.  Dad enjoyed his day.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday went to visit Mama.  She thought Billy was her brother and that she and her sister were her mother's only children.  Then she came back to herself.  It makes my heart very sad.  Mom and I were so very close.  She frets when she can't remember.  I just tell her not to worry her memory has holes and it doesn't hurt me to repeat things for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1B8jYluI/AAAAAAAABHg/qX-VhMVoVF4/s1600-h/2009_0216Dads80th0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1B8jYluI/AAAAAAAABHg/qX-VhMVoVF4/s320/2009_0216Dads80th0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303961662453749474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1CYgjWaI/AAAAAAAABHo/0SOT-Mdzh_I/s1600-h/2009_0216Dads80th0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1CYgjWaI/AAAAAAAABHo/0SOT-Mdzh_I/s320/2009_0216Dads80th0244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303961669958064546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad at 17 when he joined the Marines.       Dad at 80.  You have to turn your head sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1u8TE3PI/AAAAAAAABHw/gh07THiiAbE/s1600-h/2009_0216Dads80th0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1u8TE3PI/AAAAAAAABHw/gh07THiiAbE/s320/2009_0216Dads80th0025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303962435479461106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mama and me in 2006 at Matthew's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took pictures of pictures at Dad's.  Some turned out some didn't but its the memories I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Mom and Dad in the 80s.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt2YpXdNoI/AAAAAAAABH4/oVsZ5k4OKvo/s1600-h/2009_0216Dads80th0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt2YpXdNoI/AAAAAAAABH4/oVsZ5k4OKvo/s320/2009_0216Dads80th0113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303963151952066178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They were very good friends.  Dad feels guilty but both Bill and I tell him not to be.  It isn't his fault.  Now if we could just get our sister to see things our way.  She seems to think Mama is just putting on an act and that it is Dad's fault she is not home.  He should be able to take care of her.  Not when she falls all the time and is incontinent.  She just needs to much assistance.  He goes to visit her just about every day.  She usually doesn't remember the visits and calls to ask him why he doesn't come or where does he live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama is only 17 and a month older than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend is Paper Pal's retreat.  I am looking forward to it.  It is ever so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I am going to be ever so busy for awhile.  I have to go to Chewelah for my granddaughter's, Kymberly, 2nd birthday. Won't be home until Sunday or Monday.  Then once home I have to return on March 8th for family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy seeing my family but I do wear myself out.  Three little ones all wanting full time attention.  So sad so very very sad:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last picture of an oil painting I did for my Brother, Norman.  Norm died in 1997 of Melanoma.  This is titled Norm's Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt52qosApI/AAAAAAAABIA/Q_xBhqGeLkU/s1600-h/2009_0216Dads80th0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt52qosApI/AAAAAAAABIA/Q_xBhqGeLkU/s320/2009_0216Dads80th0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303966966223733394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a good week and I will write again when I get back from my Son's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-4165701650985661242?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4165701650985661242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=4165701650985661242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/4165701650985661242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/4165701650985661242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/fathers-birthday.html' title='Father&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SZt1B8jYluI/AAAAAAAABHg/qX-VhMVoVF4/s72-c/2009_0216Dads80th0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-742062394964382458</id><published>2009-02-03T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:44:25.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its February</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love February.  It means we are getting closer t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o the end of winter.  I also have always enjoyed Valentines Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I think it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; the lovely cards.  I used to lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ok forward to them when I was a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;child.  Wish I had some of them now.  Today's child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Valentines are just missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;n grade school, we would make a Valentine's box for others to pu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;t thei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;r cards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;in.  That, too, was fun.  I remember decorating an oatmeal box.  Mama always helped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; decorate it and make it pretty.  Then when I brought the Valentines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; hom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; would pour over each one.  We had double th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e fun cause my little sister, Cammie would hav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;e Valentines to look at too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;All that of course went by the wayside in Junior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;High.  It wasn't until I was an adult and married that new lovely Valentin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;es came into my life.  I loved receiving them and giving them.  I would carefully pick each one for my Marvin.  Later I would get cards for my sons and now my grandchildr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;en.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Through the years, of course, my parent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s and grandparents ga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ve Valentines.  I do still have some.  But, I still miss the ones ch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ildren gave one another back in the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love the vintage Valentines and always look forward to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Karen's class where we make our own.  Now, I need to get busy and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; make my cards for my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Not much going on in my life right no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;w.  Just being me.  Oh, my cousin, Dwight, invited me to join Facebook.  Imagine my surprise and delight when many of you have shown up as friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 13 is my Father's 80th.  How i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s it possible th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at the man who could do anything and was always there and so strong i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;s now 80 and not quite able to do what he could.  I know it must frustrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; him.  He has a wicked sense of humor.  Sometime I will h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ave t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o share some of his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; emails to me with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammie, Billy and myself are taking him out to dinner on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;he 15th.  We are going to Zanies in Lewiston.  (probably spelled that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ong.   Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;Zanies.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of my Father then and now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh4pEOfn1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/lX6EgTdtT8M/s1600-h/Norman+and+Mother+Lillian+Frye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh4pEOfn1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/lX6EgTdtT8M/s320/Norman+and+Mother+Lillian+Frye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298617608505892690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad at 16 with his Mother.&lt;br /&gt;Dad at about 12.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh5DVz5zmI/AAAAAAAABFg/AqAjUwT7KBk/s1600-h/Norman+George+Frye+School+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 135px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh5DVz5zmI/AAAAAAAABFg/AqAjUwT7KBk/s320/Norman+George+Frye+School+Photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298618059902799458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and his brother, Marvin.  A successful fishing trip.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh4rSSvOFI/AAAAAAAABFY/sAsj7eZi_-c/s1600-h/Norman+and+Marvin+Frye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh4rSSvOFI/AAAAAAAABFY/sAsj7eZi_-c/s320/Norman+and+Marvin+Frye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298617646641526866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammie and me with our Dad.  About 1956.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh5DgvNFzI/AAAAAAAABFw/JC8fdJVK0YM/s1600-h/Dad+Cammie+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh5DgvNFzI/AAAAAAAABFw/JC8fdJVK0YM/s320/Dad+Cammie+and+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298618062835881778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and Billy about 1966.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh54lNi5gI/AAAAAAAABGA/q_4mwaAcT9c/s1600-h/photo+%284%29+copy+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh54lNi5gI/AAAAAAAABGA/q_4mwaAcT9c/s320/photo+%284%29+copy+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298618974569948674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh7sqVvpMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/a9gQNJ9M-FM/s1600-h/photo+%281%29+copy+%2816%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh7sqVvpMI/AAAAAAAABGQ/a9gQNJ9M-FM/s320/photo+%281%29+copy+%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298620968811340994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad and my mother's brother, Noland.  Their birthdays are just a week apart.  This is Dad's 75th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and my Grandson, Daniel. 2007&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh7s2vTW0I/AAAAAAAABGY/p4YpNYedTmc/s1600-h/August+pics+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh7s2vTW0I/AAAAAAAABGY/p4YpNYedTmc/s320/August+pics+2007+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298620972139764546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad playing Texas Holdem New Years Day 2008.  Kirk, Billy's son and my Nephew is sitting next to him.  No Dad is not on the bottle that is Madison's Billy's Granddaughter by his daughter, Jamie.  This was a very fun day.  We had a blast.  Kirk won.  We play poker every once in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh7tN7OdGI/AAAAAAAABGg/8wchqof0dno/s1600-h/November+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh7tN7OdGI/AAAAAAAABGg/8wchqof0dno/s320/November+2008+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298620978363790434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad and my insane Brother-in-Law, Derek.  He is very proud of his Scottish Heritage and wears his Kilt for special occasions. This is at my cousin Steven's wedding May 2008.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh_Xrza_FI/AAAAAAAABG4/ghdbktuUH3g/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh_Xrza_FI/AAAAAAAABG4/ghdbktuUH3g/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298625006473509970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There now you have a snapshot of my Father.  Hope we all reach 80.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, enjoy life, and  laugh  often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-742062394964382458?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/742062394964382458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=742062394964382458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/742062394964382458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/742062394964382458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-february.html' title='Its February'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SYh4pEOfn1I/AAAAAAAABFQ/lX6EgTdtT8M/s72-c/Norman+and+Mother+Lillian+Frye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-1827924770244772769</id><published>2009-01-05T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T14:34:11.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you think  the Angels are ever going to quit shaking out their feather beds and pillows?  I guess they just can't ge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;t them comfortable enough to suit them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  You didn't know that snow flakes were the feathers coming from the feather beds as God and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Angels s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hook them an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;d their feather pillows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shelby and I were snowed in at my Brother, Bill's, house on Friday the 2.  I am grateful for the maintenance man here at home.  When he can, he plows out our driveways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ9LmDdFxI/AAAAAAAABDg/lLeHl76L34s/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ9LmDdFxI/AAAAAAAABDg/lLeHl76L34s/s320/dec+31-+jan+5+069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287926550633453330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what greeted us on Saturday.  A way to get in. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;once again, S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;helby and I are snow bound.  I am not eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;n going to attempt to shovel today as we are supposed to get rain and warmer weather.  Per&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haps nature will take care of it for me.   I just can't tackle the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;snow that is much deepe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;r than she is tall just on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the door step. let alone in th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e yard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ-cMCPWBI/AAAAAAAABDo/GAS34D8fAz4/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ-cMCPWBI/AAAAAAAABDo/GAS34D8fAz4/s320/dec+31-+jan+5+079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287927935218440210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ_ZpTRiSI/AAAAAAAABDw/MmZdnKKjsdg/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ_ZpTRiSI/AAAAAAAABDw/MmZdnKKjsdg/s320/dec+31-+jan+5+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287928991046535458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then down the steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I had a grand time with my Brother Bill and Sister in law Debbie for New Years.  Morgan was a hoot.  He told me I never have to go home ever.  He was very upset when I did go home.  Told him that I would come back on Martin Luther King's Birthday week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;end for another sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKGyEPYlMI/AAAAAAAABEY/oe4SySlJ5DE/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKGyEPYlMI/AAAAAAAABEY/oe4SySlJ5DE/s200/dec+31-+jan+5+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287937107176232130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKIOZLnxrI/AAAAAAAABEo/SPGYie5jUs8/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKIOZLnxrI/AAAAAAAABEo/SPGYie5jUs8/s200/dec+31-+jan+5+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938693345560242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKHt2makaI/AAAAAAAABEg/BjKyZo9e0cA/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKHt2makaI/AAAAAAAABEg/BjKyZo9e0cA/s200/dec+31-+jan+5+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287938134306886050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKKsUTyIFI/AAAAAAAABFA/MXcHG-EblW0/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKKsUTyIFI/AAAAAAAABFA/MXcHG-EblW0/s200/dec+31-+jan+5+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287941406456946770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKItEYRsTI/AAAAAAAABEw/_K6-uKUpw1w/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKItEYRsTI/AAAAAAAABEw/_K6-uKUpw1w/s200/dec+31-+jan+5+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287939220337439026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKJsuTDBvI/AAAAAAAABE4/Fb-P3yFvwwE/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKJsuTDBvI/AAAAAAAABE4/Fb-P3yFvwwE/s200/dec+31-+jan+5+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287940313921554162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I did get home, I had no TV as the dish was cove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;red.  I could see it from my front door.  So I figured I would just trot around back and brush it off.  Well, that was a funny hah hah!  I could no more get back there than I could sprout wings and fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned real quick that I just am not as young and capable as I once was. I didn't put on gloves or coat cause I was just going around back.  I hadn't gone far when the going got impossible and I fell face first into the snow.  Upon regaining my feet I fell forward again.  The third time I got scared as my hands hurt from the cold.  I had already figured o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ut that I had to get back into the house and was attempting to turn around.  After falling two more times backward, I finally regained my balance and made it slowly back to the h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ouse.  It took some time to thaw my hands as you don't do that quickly or you cause damage.  I decided, that if this should happen again, I can live without TV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKC04r4YVI/AAAAAAAABD4/u53ehXEr1ag/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKC04r4YVI/AAAAAAAABD4/u53ehXEr1ag/s320/dec+31-+jan+5+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287932757567627602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKFV_GWeDI/AAAAAAAABEI/9m_0R9AMPNY/s1600-h/dec+31-+jan+5+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWKFV_GWeDI/AAAAAAAABEI/9m_0R9AMPNY/s320/dec+31-+jan+5+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287935525248202802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I scared myself pretty good.  I could picture myself not being able to get back to the house even though it was just a short distance from the door my heart was pounding and I couldn't catch my breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was so very very glad to get inside safe and sound.  Now, I can look forward to seeing all of you in this New Year.  So Happy New Year and we will get through this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-1827924770244772769?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1827924770244772769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=1827924770244772769' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1827924770244772769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1827924770244772769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SWJ9LmDdFxI/AAAAAAAABDg/lLeHl76L34s/s72-c/dec+31-+jan+5+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-1397282534901811569</id><published>2008-12-22T08:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T09:49:05.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Merry Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>First I want to wish each and everyone a very Merry Christmas and Happy New Year from Shelby and me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU--XClxD7I/AAAAAAAABAM/3-ZmpKVBIzc/s1600-h/christmas+season+2007+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU--XClxD7I/AAAAAAAABAM/3-ZmpKVBIzc/s320/christmas+season+2007+162.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282650190970425266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again,  the snow has us snow bound.   In a couple hours, I will dig out to my car. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU-_MliqYuI/AAAAAAAABAc/6DEZscghIhg/s1600-h/Oh+Snow+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU-_MliqYuI/AAAAAAAABAc/6DEZscghIhg/s320/Oh+Snow+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282651110885712610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to keep a path dug out for  Shelby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU-_KrzMQYI/AAAAAAAABAU/y1eZQrkmXss/s1600-h/Oh+Snow+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU-_KrzMQYI/AAAAAAAABAU/y1eZQrkmXss/s320/Oh+Snow+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282651078205915522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Snow seems to fall before I can keep the stairs and a potty path completely clear.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and the snow are fairing ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Matthew's on the 8th and stayed for a few days to help out Angie.  She had her other foot operated on.  They had to remove some dead bone; fuse some other bone; and break and repair the break in other places.  She won't be Walking or putting any pressure on it at all for at least 8 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_A4p9fVtI/AAAAAAAABAk/CGx08Rs-fFA/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_A4p9fVtI/AAAAAAAABAk/CGx08Rs-fFA/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282652967497848530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_BWvKfiZI/AAAAAAAABAs/JYzKBiunfY8/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_BWvKfiZI/AAAAAAAABAs/JYzKBiunfY8/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282653484290640274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kymberly takes good care of Mommy making sure she has her pillows to prop her foot on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_CcBQnjqI/AAAAAAAABA0/rA8u_WVjOIc/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_CcBQnjqI/AAAAAAAABA0/rA8u_WVjOIc/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282654674559143586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angie said that when she was born both of her feet were twisted to one side so she has had foot problems all of her life.  I hope they are fixed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, we celebrated Christmas.  Glad we could cause no way could I get there now.  Here are a few Christmas photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_ELvjPb-I/AAAAAAAABA8/4lI0qLyI55o/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_ELvjPb-I/AAAAAAAABA8/4lI0qLyI55o/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282656593950765026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_EMmxIBXI/AAAAAAAABBM/9H1wS3p0TbM/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_EMmxIBXI/AAAAAAAABBM/9H1wS3p0TbM/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282656608772949362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_EMkosEdI/AAAAAAAABBU/adkUkPxcYbg/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_EMkosEdI/AAAAAAAABBU/adkUkPxcYbg/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282656608200692178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F5SCoSeI/AAAAAAAABBc/sSZZkWw9n7Y/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F5SCoSeI/AAAAAAAABBc/sSZZkWw9n7Y/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658475814963682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F6qxAPrI/AAAAAAAABB0/1CETrpuznUA/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F6qxAPrI/AAAAAAAABB0/1CETrpuznUA/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658499631791794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F66JT2rI/AAAAAAAABB8/7xyfGRJ4CbI/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F66JT2rI/AAAAAAAABB8/7xyfGRJ4CbI/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658503760272050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F6X5wr0I/AAAAAAAABBs/YEaxTwKwGOU/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F6X5wr0I/AAAAAAAABBs/YEaxTwKwGOU/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+048.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658494568247106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F5_BrIbI/AAAAAAAABBk/RoLdRFD1ZO8/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_F5_BrIbI/AAAAAAAABBk/RoLdRFD1ZO8/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658487890551218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_GO9tqldI/AAAAAAAABCE/EY60ZWwi3A4/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_GO9tqldI/AAAAAAAABCE/EY60ZWwi3A4/s200/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658848315446738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year Kymberly was too little to understand.  This year she gets it.  Presents!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_IsXSWBLI/AAAAAAAABCM/41bLr00izTs/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_IsXSWBLI/AAAAAAAABCM/41bLr00izTs/s400/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282661552419636402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also made Sugar Cookies with the kids.  Matthew wanted to put some on the Christmas Tree.  I used Spelt flour and Egg Replacer.  They turned out pretty good and didn't taste bad either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sure had fun.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KUp7ElmI/AAAAAAAABCc/mKSSaYsuu3U/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KUp7ElmI/AAAAAAAABCc/mKSSaYsuu3U/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282663344128693858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Marquis and Daniel did a wonderful job of decorating.  My boys loved decorating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KVV6zXSI/AAAAAAAABCk/TLGCg76Ts7o/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KVV6zXSI/AAAAAAAABCk/TLGCg76Ts7o/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282663355938725154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KUPcuQVI/AAAAAAAABCU/sKicxC3HvMM/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KUPcuQVI/AAAAAAAABCU/sKicxC3HvMM/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282663337022079314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kymberly also had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though she would rather eat the frosting than put it on the cookies.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KWY37i-I/AAAAAAAABCs/4aUx8KSkyJ0/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_KWY37i-I/AAAAAAAABCs/4aUx8KSkyJ0/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282663373911854050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had so much fun that day that she didn't take a nap.  She was playing and just toppled over sound asleep about 4 pm.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_MGgI1PqI/AAAAAAAABC0/_AvRSwr4jF8/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_MGgI1PqI/AAAAAAAABC0/_AvRSwr4jF8/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+088.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282665300007141026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 12th,  it snowed.  Matthew and his children went outside and moved snow to make a snow fort.  They hadn't finished it when I left.  They were just in the process of moving the snow and piling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_NJxRZcYI/AAAAAAAABDE/GO4SPzDpyH4/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_NJxRZcYI/AAAAAAAABDE/GO4SPzDpyH4/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+103.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666455657705858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even Kymberly tried her hand at digging. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_NKBclxKI/AAAAAAAABDM/tjtpy9o9HB0/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_NKBclxKI/AAAAAAAABDM/tjtpy9o9HB0/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666459999618210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then figured they were doing a good enough job that they didn't need her help after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_PeUjEotI/AAAAAAAABDU/OuFH_bDzVlU/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+106.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_PeUjEotI/AAAAAAAABDU/OuFH_bDzVlU/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+106.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282669007747719890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the boys are going to do something, she is not going to be left out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_NJi-bzMI/AAAAAAAABC8/ywOFEbU4zNY/s1600-h/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU_NJi-bzMI/AAAAAAAABC8/ywOFEbU4zNY/s320/Matthew%27s+Dec+2008+104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282666451820072130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has finally come to know who I am and gives me hugs and kisses and comes to me to be held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I had a very pleasant visit and was glad I could give Angie a hand.  She needed the help.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew is home more now that he is no longer working for Schwan.  He is working at Chewelah Peaks Learning Center as an instructor.  Right now there is not much going on up there.  More skiing next door at 49 North than children coming to the Center.  So he can be home more and help her.  He is glad to be able to be home and be with his family.  Before, he hardly saw them, especially, his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for Christmas, if I can get there, I am going to my Brother's, Billy, in Union Town and spend the day and maybe longer with him, Debbie, Travis, Erica and MORGAN.  Bill's other children and their families are supposed to be there.  That will be Kirk and Laura with Wyatt and Meghan--Brian and Molly with baby Mason--and Jamie and Chris with baby Madison.  Good thing they have a big house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope you all have the very best and enjoy your Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-1397282534901811569?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1397282534901811569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=1397282534901811569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1397282534901811569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1397282534901811569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-merry-happy-happy.html' title='Merry Merry Happy Happy'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SU--XClxD7I/AAAAAAAABAM/3-ZmpKVBIzc/s72-c/christmas+season+2007+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-6376014313877072972</id><published>2008-12-14T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:17:05.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>Can you believe all this snow.  Of course, it was due.  Poor little Shelby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXNFu-Zt1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/VkuGcSoZqBM/s1600-h/shelb+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXNFu-Zt1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/VkuGcSoZqBM/s200/shelb+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279851636554577746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayers help.  Tanna and Kevin have had good news.  The medication she is on is helping.  Her white blood count has gone down.  The CML was caught in its very earliest stages.  The ATF is still looking at her and Kevin's prospective job is holding the position open.  So thanks one and all.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXOCkpScgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1klCUkLV7gg/s1600-h/ky+ty+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXOCkpScgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/1klCUkLV7gg/s320/ky+ty+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279852681753686530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all.  I hope these happy faces stay this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last month was my Morgan's birthday.  What a wonderful day it was.  Can't beleive it has been a month.  Wyatt and Meghan came and Jamie brought little baby Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPoR6EyHI/AAAAAAAAA70/9JXd85vALck/s1600-h/November+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPoR6EyHI/AAAAAAAAA70/9JXd85vALck/s320/November+2008+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854429070477426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah for Spiderman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXTR2zse8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/dyxctfO4YU8/s1600-h/November+2008+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXTR2zse8I/AAAAAAAAA9M/dyxctfO4YU8/s320/November+2008+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279858441885350850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           Meggie had a lot of fun.  Hard to beleive we almost lost this precious little girl.  She was born with her intestines outside her body.  Now at 5 she is thriving and growing.  Such a happy child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPo2bOm2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/jZ8uG6g6xXk/s1600-h/November+2008+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPo2bOm2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/jZ8uG6g6xXk/s320/November+2008+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854438873209698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave him a Spiderman place setting.  Here his mommie watches and Wyatt helps Morgan.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPpb87hiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/A-ljaqDIPYw/s1600-h/November+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPpb87hiI/AAAAAAAAA8U/A-ljaqDIPYw/s320/November+2008+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854448946677282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His Birthday cake, of course, was Spiderman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPpCbCJWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/fuP8FqmnEkU/s1600-h/November+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXPpCbCJWI/AAAAAAAAA8M/fuP8FqmnEkU/s320/November+2008+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854442093618530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, for 4th Birthdays and Spiderman, Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always the Spiderman.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQtZMSbtI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ENZvv9O3UGY/s1600-h/November+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQtZMSbtI/AAAAAAAAA8c/ENZvv9O3UGY/s320/November+2008+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855616436891346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Great Grandpa, my Dad, also came.  Here he is watching Morgan enjoying unwrapping a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQuaHV0uI/AAAAAAAAA80/kmH6EC3iqow/s1600-h/November+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQuaHV0uI/AAAAAAAAA80/kmH6EC3iqow/s320/November+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855633864446690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jamie hands Madison to her loving Grandpa.  He sure enjoys his little ones.  Both Wyatt and Madison were born on his Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madison has sure grown.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQuIfHfyI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xiHOKN8Hnpg/s1600-h/November+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQuIfHfyI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xiHOKN8Hnpg/s320/November+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855629132332834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  She is cheerful and bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQumQ8MUI/AAAAAAAAA88/8wdX6wAaJoE/s1600-h/November+2008+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXQumQ8MUI/AAAAAAAAA88/8wdX6wAaJoE/s320/November+2008+063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279855637125935426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this picture. This is my sweet neice, Erica, taking a nap with Madison.  Such a beautiful girl.  However, she is a teenage best seen sleeping though she is sweet she is still a teenage girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the birthday,  the adults played some poker.  It is fun to play with the family.  We give each other a hard time.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXVujtU03I/AAAAAAAAA9U/DPuPQABA5Q4/s1600-h/November+2008+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXVujtU03I/AAAAAAAAA9U/DPuPQABA5Q4/s320/November+2008+081.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279861133997822834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We each put in $5 and just have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Morgan's birthday came Thanksgiving.  Kirk and Laura always make sure I am not alone.  It is fun to go to their house.  I had pictures but for the life of me I can't find them.  It was a very pleasant day.  Laura is a wonderful cook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we await Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-6376014313877072972?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6376014313877072972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=6376014313877072972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6376014313877072972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6376014313877072972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SUXNFu-Zt1I/AAAAAAAAA7k/VkuGcSoZqBM/s72-c/shelb+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-7871700483109467485</id><published>2008-12-01T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T09:56:37.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Life has a way of sliding sideways sometimes and the last little while has been just such a time for me.&lt;br /&gt;This is not a pitty party.  It is just why I have not communicated lately.&lt;br /&gt;1.  I was under going my some medical needs.  I have hurt a lot lately and found out that it is Rheumatoid Arthritis and Osteoarthritis.  Treatment and appointments continue.  It is just one more corner I must round and not an impediment to my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  My Aunt Joan died of cancer.  After 13 plus years of remission of Breast Cancer, cancer returned only this time in her bones.  She lived for only a week and half after diagnosis.  She is my Father's Brother, David's,  wife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The news that slide my world most sideways and for awhile off track all together was the news that my Daughter in Law, Tanna--Kevin's wife, has Chronic Myelogenous Leukemia (CML). &lt;br /&gt;She and Kevin had just put in their paper work for discharge from the Airforce.  Tanna was undergoing routine medical examination so she could take a job with the ATF.  This CML raised its ugly head. &lt;br /&gt;Apparently she can not be covered by any insurance Kevin may get with any company he might go to work for outside the Air force.  Doesn't make sense to me.  I thought as long as you were covered by insurance without a break in coverage then you were covered by any other insurance.   He has had to turn down a comparable job outside the Air Force with the one he is currently doing because of this insurance problem.  Tanna may be medically discharged.  All this is speculative and holds get concern. &lt;br /&gt;The only cure is a bone marrow transplant. Kevin is checking into this as we speak. &lt;br /&gt;Prayers are greatly appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if this were not enough, as I was talking to my sister last night, she said, "Guess I can tell you now. "  Tell me what!  It turns out that at the time her daughter knew and she knew that the baby Alicia was carrying was not going to survive--Derrik, Cammie's husband, found out that his cancer had returned.  He didn't even tell her for some time.  Guess he has been undergoing Chemo since May.  What?! &lt;br /&gt;She says Chemo is through and that he appears cancer free once again. &lt;br /&gt;You know a person should really share these things.  It eases the burden and gives people the opportunity to pray.  I just don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things did happen lately also.  Morgan had a 4th Birthday and we had Thanksgivings.  More on these in a different post a little later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, I am headed up to Paper Pals and get my mind off the fact that today is my dear husband's, Marvin, Birthday.  He would have been 63 today.  Oh how I miss him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-7871700483109467485?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7871700483109467485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=7871700483109467485' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/7871700483109467485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/7871700483109467485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-8235290648644225177</id><published>2008-10-08T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T09:53:59.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Fall</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that September has passed and that it is October.  On top of that, Summer is gone and Fall is here.  I love the fall.  The crisp air and the beautiful leaves.  Welcome Fall Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past three weeks have been very very busy.  I spent several days taking care of Matthew's children.  Angie went to her brother's wedding.  I thought it was in Australia but it was in Hawaii.  Oh so sorry for her:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home for a week then back to their home.  Angie had her left foot operated on. She will have the other one done December 8.  I had a wonderful time except for getting sick.  I always get sick when I go to Matthew's.  I am now working on getting well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Card Party was wonderful.  I just love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures of my time at Matthew's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Grandma we can Fly!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzijIH--zI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oxEQ3UOGSsY/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzijIH--zI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oxEQ3UOGSsY/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254823958338796338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj-5TqPbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/foz49OpXGJA/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj-5TqPbI/AAAAAAAAAyA/foz49OpXGJA/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+157.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825534909201842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three lovely children&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj-0CerVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/LjK-___95x4/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj-0CerVI/AAAAAAAAAyI/LjK-___95x4/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+172.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825533494963538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquis and me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj-_DTUAI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/saP_DP6DBiQ/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj-_DTUAI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/saP_DP6DBiQ/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+191.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825536451203074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel and me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj_N1CHiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/OfKSw21-x98/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzj_N1CHiI/AAAAAAAAAyY/OfKSw21-x98/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254825540417887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kymberly and me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzii0Q-pFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HtOPFzHlLVk/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzii0Q-pFI/AAAAAAAAAxY/HtOPFzHlLVk/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254823953007813714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kymberly inspects the beautiful fall Crocus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzii5w8cJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/FSOlRHi-uWU/s1600-h/End+of+September+first+of+October+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzii5w8cJI/AAAAAAAAAxo/FSOlRHi-uWU/s200/End+of+September+first+of+October+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254823954484064402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if only I can figure out the whys of getting sick.  That will make my visits more enjoyable than they already are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the lovely Fall and take advantage of the changing leaves to revel in the thrill of God's paint brush.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-8235290648644225177?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8235290648644225177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=8235290648644225177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8235290648644225177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8235290648644225177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-fall.html' title='Welcome Fall'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SOzijIH--zI/AAAAAAAAAxw/oxEQ3UOGSsY/s72-c/End+of+September+first+of+October+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-9159798833476050725</id><published>2008-09-07T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T12:17:39.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Weeks of Fun</title><content type='html'>The last three weeks have been filled to the brim with fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQO9vd_ytI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LIpUydjJaGA/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQO9vd_ytI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LIpUydjJaGA/s320/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+065.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243332320043190994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, was the Scrapbook Retreat at the Palouse Divide Lodge.  I completed 30 pages and visited many hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my roomie and Friend DJ &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQOiYWdckI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8sVr-5RsdjY/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQOiYWdckI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8sVr-5RsdjY/s320/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243331849981096514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as I don't sleep very well and she understood and put up with my restlessness.  For years, I put it down to the logging truck I tangled with in 2000 but it turns out that I have RA which accounts for my aches and pains.  And why I have such difficulty sleeping in a bed.  I sleep in my chair at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was especially difficult and I gave it up and went upstairs just to see if anyone else was up.  Sure enough I was greeted with smiles and hellos from Tina and Toni.  Many thanks to the two of them for their care and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 3:00 am and they hadn't even been to bed.   Toni asked Tina if she were ready for bed and she replied with just a bit.  At 4:00, Toni told Tina they weren't going now as they would just get to sleep and have to get up and they would be to groogy to drive home so they stayed up.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQN0jZoQmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fm0ycDheBSI/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQN0jZoQmI/AAAAAAAAAtM/Fm0ycDheBSI/s320/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243331062673195618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Together we watched the sun rise.  It was spectacular.  Especially watching it with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following are a few of my favorite shots of the people I have come to call friends and the lovely Palouse Divide Lodge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQQkjYlFhI/AAAAAAAAAt0/gBzWLeVs3LE/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQQkjYlFhI/AAAAAAAAAt0/gBzWLeVs3LE/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243334086325769746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQQMV_m1II/AAAAAAAAAts/3ddXm_5lowc/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQQMV_m1II/AAAAAAAAAts/3ddXm_5lowc/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243333670414505090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQSc-98XII/AAAAAAAAAuM/8IVDToELn-4/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQSc-98XII/AAAAAAAAAuM/8IVDToELn-4/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243336155314543746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="recover"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQU1aHdvdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ylap2axlUeg/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQU1aHdvdI/AAAAAAAAAuc/ylap2axlUeg/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243338773942353362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQR8nxy5CI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ql9gUpUCsFc/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQR8nxy5CI/AAAAAAAAAuE/ql9gUpUCsFc/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243335599333762082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQWZgqyiOI/AAAAAAAAAus/-LC2z8NC9Vg/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQWZgqyiOI/AAAAAAAAAus/-LC2z8NC9Vg/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243340493688047842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQVtnR6eoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HQXAPfQyEtg/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQVtnR6eoI/AAAAAAAAAuk/HQXAPfQyEtg/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243339739548514946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQTFUYXMAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JanbOd3OCgk/s1600-h/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQTFUYXMAI/AAAAAAAAAuU/JanbOd3OCgk/s200/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243336848257265666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was soon over and I was off on my next adventure.  I went to Yakima to visit my Aunt Sadie.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQYK38Ri4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/_h_vNgDPLh0/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQYK38Ri4I/AAAAAAAAAu0/_h_vNgDPLh0/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243342441260616578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for 5 days and thoroughly enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin Wendy&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQYKwuA6xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/b3_koEALKVA/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQYKwuA6xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/b3_koEALKVA/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243342439321758482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; came over everyday with her daughter Allyson&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQYLKT8qBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/dWN9KK1EU1s/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQYLKT8qBI/AAAAAAAAAvE/dWN9KK1EU1s/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243342446191749138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She always came after work so we didn't get much time to visit as she had to go home to fix dinner.  I promised next time I would come on the weekend so we could really have a good long visit.  Wendy is our Grandmother Stubblefield's youngest grandchild and I am her oldest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie is my Mother's younger sister.  She has been a big part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the craft store so she could get beads.  She is into beading and got me going.  It is fun but I must admit I probably won't being do much as I prefer Scrapbooking.&lt;br /&gt;We indulged my scrapbooking needs and went to Bellas a lovely store in Yakima.&lt;br /&gt;It was amazing how fast those days flew by and soon I was on my way home.  Have I ever mentioned that I am directionally impaired.  Well, I am.  And I took the wrong turn at Othello and was headed to Royal City.  Not my idea of the correct direction to get back to Pullman.  A good thirty minutes on the wrong road I turned around and went back.  Stopped for lunch and then got on the correct road.  I must admit it was an interesting detour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQbM7AqgtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FOwgGUFR6ks/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQbM7AqgtI/AAAAAAAAAvM/FOwgGUFR6ks/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243345774978958034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was at the Drumheller Channels.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQbNII9bXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Xk9023Es1n4/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQbNII9bXI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Xk9023Es1n4/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243345778503413106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby enjoyed the view and the opportunity to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was soon home.  On Tuesday I went to visit Mother.  She was not having a good day her memory was really bad.  I told her she just had holes in her memory and that it didn't hurt me one bit to fill in for her.  We had a pretty good visit all in all and Dad stopped by.  Mama is always thrilled to see Dad.  I loved getting to see him.  I was going to stop by the house but now here he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday brought me Morgan for three fun filled days full of talk, laughter, questions and Spider man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Discovery Science Museum where he was most interested in the crawling through the tunnel and jumping and climbing the climbing tower.  He enjoyed building with blocks and making tunnels for a ball to roll down.  He was not shy in telling me he was ready to go home now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how often we watched Spider Man nor the millions of stories I had to tell him about Black Spider Man and Venom.  "Read me Black Spider Man.  Why?"  He would tell me stories of them also and then say, "Your turn."  I had to take up where he left off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQkk_HJV8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/BtAWmbY4HwQ/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQkk_HJV8I/AAAAAAAAAwk/BtAWmbY4HwQ/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243356084001396674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the store so he could get a Black Spider Man which entertained him for hours.&lt;br /&gt;I had also brought home from Wendy's closed dollar store many items.  It didn't take him long to sort through and find the ones he wanted. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQkksp7vrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/0ce0k0jAyMc/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQkksp7vrI/AAAAAAAAAwc/0ce0k0jAyMc/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243356079047032498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One thing he found was a sword.  It is his Uko sword from Avitar. Don't ask,  don't know but it was his constant companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to the Park where I had to swing him higher.  My back wouldn't let me play like I wanted but&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQjX7o4h2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/sEAXabDuqGo/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQjX7o4h2I/AAAAAAAAAwU/sEAXabDuqGo/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243354760219232098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I did him justice.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQjXhJdtzI/AAAAAAAAAwM/D9S88LmDluI/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQjXhJdtzI/AAAAAAAAAwM/D9S88LmDluI/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243354753108129586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQgJkZ11RI/AAAAAAAAAvs/QkXwXJdoHCk/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQgJkZ11RI/AAAAAAAAAvs/QkXwXJdoHCk/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243351214929073426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQgJnLV1UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PhA3X4kk7Xg/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQgJnLV1UI/AAAAAAAAAv0/PhA3X4kk7Xg/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243351215673562434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQgKLObMeI/AAAAAAAAAv8/arSoA1VU8L0/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQgKLObMeI/AAAAAAAAAv8/arSoA1VU8L0/s200/End+August+first+Septempber+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243351225350173154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visit from Morgan isn't complete unless he gets to see Shawna.  She plays right into his Spider Man needs and listens intently to his stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie, &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQnOH9iYxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/fYoQll521Xo/s1600-h/End+August+first+Septempber+144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQnOH9iYxI/AAAAAAAAAw0/fYoQll521Xo/s320/End+August+first+Septempber+144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243358989774906130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his mother, said he slept very well all three nights.  Guess I tired him out.  Oh I slept well also and early to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is such a fun little person.  I just love having him.  It is just to quiet here without him.  Though I must admit there were times when my ears were full to over flowing.  I don't think he took many silent breaths between talking and questions but that is a OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend has been very quiet indeed.  I stopped up by PaperP als for their Remodeling Celebration.  Got materials for my Card for Card Party and discovered when I got home I couldn't find something I needed to complete my card.  Good thing tomorrow is Monday.  Today I planted floweres and plants  Aunt Sadie gave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have a very busy and fun filled three weeks.  The rest of this month is going to be busy also as I will go look after my two grandsons.  Once while their Mom goes to Australia to her brother's wedding and then again when she has surgury on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I sign out not knowing when my next update will be but I will be in touch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-9159798833476050725?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9159798833476050725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=9159798833476050725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/9159798833476050725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/9159798833476050725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/09/three-weeks-of-fun.html' title='Three Weeks of Fun'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMQO9vd_ytI/AAAAAAAAAtk/LIpUydjJaGA/s72-c/Palouse+Divide+Lodge+Aug+2008+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-8497196232320304594</id><published>2008-08-13T18:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:40:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valley Fair</title><content type='html'>I had no idea there was so much involved in showing an animal.  By the time the Fair was over, I knew more about goats than I ever had or thought I needed to know.  Marquis not only just paraded his goat around the ring he had to pose her, know her parts, and what she was used for.&lt;br /&gt;Blue Bell is a Pagora that is a Pygmy and Angora cross.  She is a fiber goat as opposed to the other types:  Milking, meat, and companion.&lt;br /&gt;The day before the fair he had to get her ready and practice one more time just how to show her , pose her, and conduct himself.  She had already had a bath so didn't need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOGU_Do1fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2WkuUKXFJNE/s1600-h/DSCF4776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOGU_Do1fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2WkuUKXFJNE/s320/DSCF4776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234174887016846834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Here he is with Blue Bell.  He is so serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was entered in Dress up.  He had to Dress her up and his Mom had selected some clothing and accouterments. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOINr3kReI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sysWa1lvkgg/s1600-h/DSCF4768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOINr3kReI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sysWa1lvkgg/s320/DSCF4768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234176960630113762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  By the time they were finished Blue Bell was now, Minnie Pearl.  Kymberly helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning we were up at 5am as the people with the animal trailer would be there at 6:30 and we had three children who needed to get ready.  Marquis had to have a particular outfit to take with him--Black pants and white shirt.  I found out later that if she had been a dairy animal he would have had to be in all white.  Learn something new everyday.  Marquis' first showing was at 8:30.  Angie packed a lunch in the cooler of taco shells, and stuff to fill them; lots of water; and granola bars.  Finally we were off to Valley or at least almost we all had to go back for something we forgot and can you believe I had to go back for my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOJiyiz-7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/gkBZ-Tlgd40/s1600-h/DSCF4857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOJiyiz-7I/AAAAAAAAAqY/gkBZ-Tlgd40/s320/DSCF4857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234178422710991794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marquis already had one blue ribbon for a poster about his type of sheet, of course, he had help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had to be sure he was dressed just right as was she.  She was also showing but didn't have to be dressed as he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOKl0jrEgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kkkr9GDVa2Y/s1600-h/DSCF4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOKl0jrEgI/AAAAAAAAAqg/kkkr9GDVa2Y/s320/DSCF4879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234179574302708226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally he was ready and wait&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOLjQGLWwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8RT21VGKAq0/s1600-h/DSCF4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOLjQGLWwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/8RT21VGKAq0/s320/DSCF4880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234180629667207938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing.  Kymberly and &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOLjhdj3cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/yzJ8mKEGzOw/s1600-h/DSCF4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOLjhdj3cI/AAAAAAAAAqw/yzJ8mKEGzOw/s320/DSCF4881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234180634328686018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daniel were also waiting with Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last, he brought Blue Bell into the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOMpRCE5QI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MdIDN8Z4p6E/s1600-h/DSCF4886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOMpRCE5QI/AAAAAAAAAq4/MdIDN8Z4p6E/s320/DSCF4886.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234181832509285634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did a wonderful job and was very patient even when Blue Bell wanted to go back with her friends and drug him through the ring.  He got up brushed himself off and stood patiently with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKONjWPxrZI/AAAAAAAAArA/EjG0YymYqsE/s1600-h/DSCF4899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKONjWPxrZI/AAAAAAAAArA/EjG0YymYqsE/s320/DSCF4899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234182830341336466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOQzoNCzUI/AAAAAAAAArg/nOIW2PMQLHw/s1600-h/DSCF4940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOQzoNCzUI/AAAAAAAAArg/nOIW2PMQLHw/s320/DSCF4940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234186408574504258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He and Blue Belle took a blue ribbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie and Marquis both showed a Fiber Goat.  Angie showed Freckles and Marquis showed Blue Bell.  He got a purple reserve ribbon and Angie Champion Purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOSCYQpwTI/AAAAAAAAAro/e_Ap1YVKhgA/s1600-h/DSCF4959.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOSCYQpwTI/AAAAAAAAAro/e_Ap1YVKhgA/s320/DSCF4959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234187761504338226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After another Blue Ribbon for Marquis and Purples for Angie we took a break at 1:00 for Lunch and the Parade.    We watched other members of his 4H group show their animals. Then, Matthew treated us to Corn on the cob, Huckleberry Tea, and a piece of pie.  We watched a little entertainment then went back to the goat barn to get ready for the Dress up show. Marquis' cousins, Makalah and Amiah helped him.  Angie held Blue Bell while they dressed her.  When they were finished, Blue Bell took second.  He had such a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOTpyoJTFI/AAAAAAAAArw/O-RsYX31AYg/s1600-h/DSCF5014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOTpyoJTFI/AAAAAAAAArw/O-RsYX31AYg/s320/DSCF5014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234189538108722258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marquis' Grandma Glenna  took a Superintendents ribbon with a Grandpa she made from wool fiber.  She shaped it with her hands.  It sure is cute.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOUwZ7C_hI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5njyLU4Aspo/s1600-h/DSCF4990.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOUwZ7C_hI/AAAAAAAAAr4/5njyLU4Aspo/s320/DSCF4990.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234190751247826450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, it was 4:00pm and we were all very tired.   Angie and Glenna stayed behind to get all the animals loaded and back to their homes.  Matthew and I took the three children home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday Marquis got another surprise.  Evidently points are awarded for each ribbon and type of ribbon then Money is paid for the points earned.  He got $7.00 and Angie I am not sure.  He was thrilled and very proud of himself.                                                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOWTDoiqVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SzBp9JqJXlk/s1600-h/DSCF4979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOWTDoiqVI/AAAAAAAAAsA/SzBp9JqJXlk/s320/DSCF4979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234192446071679314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie's Ribbons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOWk1CpvzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/RPsWNAxSom8/s1600-h/DSCF4980.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOWk1CpvzI/AAAAAAAAAsI/RPsWNAxSom8/s320/DSCF4980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234192751392309042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is just hanging up Marquis' Ribbons .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful weekend and I awoke Sunday to Happy Birthday Grandma Christy and two little boys piling on top of me.  What a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my exciting time wasn't over.  I stopped by Camp Suburu and picked up my new Impreza.  My Outback had over 112,000 &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOY348NloI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QS7ISzogKec/s1600-h/DSCF5018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOY348NloI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/QS7ISzogKec/s320/DSCF5018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234195277879809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miles and was starting to give me headaches so I traded it in on Friday and they put an undercoating on it and sprayed a protectant on the seats and did some other things.   I love it and I no longer, nor does anyone else, have to worry about me having a break down as I also have roadside assistance and other helps.  It gets up to 30mpg.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my car.  Isn't it a beauty.  Happy Birthday to me indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-8497196232320304594?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8497196232320304594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=8497196232320304594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8497196232320304594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8497196232320304594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/valley-fair.html' title='The Valley Fair'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SKOGU_Do1fI/AAAAAAAAAqA/2WkuUKXFJNE/s72-c/DSCF4776.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-9151040708727942919</id><published>2008-08-07T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T08:40:55.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HBD to Me</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I had already decided how I was going to celebrate my 58th and that was to sleep in and not do a thing except go to breakfast and have Ableskievers.  I woke at 5:45am and tried to go back to sleep but my mind was on a whirlwind jumping from one place to another, so, when Matthew called at 7:00 to tell me Happy Birthday I could honestly tell him that no he hadn't awakened me.  We talked for a good long while even though I will see him this weekend.  I am going to go up to watch Marquis show his goat at the Valley Fair on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angie is planning on making me a special dinner.  Says I am never there for my Birthday and now she wants to make a deal of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew finally asked where I had taken his folder of information for his MIT and told him that Debbie, who works in the French Admin building across from the Grad office, took it for him.  Evidently the Education Dept couldn't find any info.  To figure out why the left hand didn't know what the right hand had done with the stuff the left hand needed I spent awhile on Campus.  All is good now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped to see Debbie and she asked what I was up to. I told her I had gone to breakfast to celebrate my Birthday.  She said she didn't know it was my BD as it wasn't on the calendar I had made her at Paper Pals.  Any way we had a nice little visit then I came back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had I stepped in the door than the phone rang and it was my little boy in Afghanistan, Kevin.  It was so good to hear his voice.  He said he had gotten sunburned on a little leave he took to the Persian Gulf on a boat.  Asked him why he didn't use sunscreen.  He said he had but had forgotten a few places (face, ears, feet) then he said that he could get sunburned going outside at night.  Which is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a good hour.  I told him about my plans to plant flowers and a tree or two.  Told him I wanted a Tulip Tree but they were mighty expensive.  He replied for me to check out the prices and let him know.  He would try to get me one.  Now itsn't that sweet.  I hated saying goodbye but since he is 13 1/2 hours ahead of us I knew he would be thinking sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I was in the middle of lunch when the phone again rang.  It was Debbie inviting me to their place for dinner.  I didn't tell her it was my BD for her to do anything I had just mentioned it in passing.  Any ways I went to Bill's and Deb's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morgan said he had got me the boquet of flowers.   Bill and Deb game me a lovely neclace and I got cards.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsJrxE5NpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-4cSoWXieEM/s1600-h/DSCF4676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsJrxE5NpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-4cSoWXieEM/s320/DSCF4676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231786039633852050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsVk76sfeI/AAAAAAAAApk/_Yl-WazLESs/s1600-h/DSCF4713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsVk76sfeI/AAAAAAAAApk/_Yl-WazLESs/s320/DSCF4713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231799116424314338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                  Morgan showed me where he had signed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What fun!  I even had live entertainment.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsIsUf9BXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ukx5Lili9h0/s1600-h/DSCF4691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsIsUf9BXI/AAAAAAAAAnU/ukx5Lili9h0/s320/DSCF4691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231784949630961010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask just enjoy!  He had a hat for every character or googles or sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsKp4QghPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IgGHsbcNu1Q/s1600-h/DSCF4699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsKp4QghPI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IgGHsbcNu1Q/s320/DSCF4699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787106713502962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsP1wWQbZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/E2Yk2xvHGyk/s1600-h/DSCF4687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsP1wWQbZI/AAAAAAAAAo0/E2Yk2xvHGyk/s320/DSCF4687.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792808306699666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              Was a skateboarder named Danny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He arrested his dog, Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsSZUnlKKI/AAAAAAAAApU/4GWaPMnZwBs/s1600-h/DSCF4705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsSZUnlKKI/AAAAAAAAApU/4GWaPMnZwBs/s320/DSCF4705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231795618361714850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           Was his Mommie's lap dog and many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsSwiwFlnI/AAAAAAAAApc/QV71_NWFNXE/s1600-h/DSCF4702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsSwiwFlnI/AAAAAAAAApc/QV71_NWFNXE/s320/DSCF4702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231796017292482162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and had to have a picture of his foot taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsP17U8jRI/AAAAAAAAAos/vB33ZFtCiKc/s1600-h/DSCF4694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsP17U8jRI/AAAAAAAAAos/vB33ZFtCiKc/s320/DSCF4694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231792811253992722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had we finished eating than he wanted cake and icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsQSVlx6UI/AAAAAAAAApE/nD4Hr3Fqogs/s1600-h/DSCF4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsQSVlx6UI/AAAAAAAAApE/nD4Hr3Fqogs/s320/DSCF4671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231793299340257602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deb brought out the cake full flame and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsQSuIrNRI/AAAAAAAAApM/3JTLcZOokcs/s1600-h/DSCF4680.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsQSuIrNRI/AAAAAAAAApM/3JTLcZOokcs/s320/DSCF4680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231793305929069842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsKpmXHMqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4Gv6OmMzrVo/s1600-h/DSCF4682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsKpmXHMqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/4Gv6OmMzrVo/s320/DSCF4682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787101909365410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan helped me blow out the candles before we set fire to the house. Then, we ate c&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsKp2wVwhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VEfNg27I99A/s1600-h/DSCF4684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsKp2wVwhI/AAAAAAAAAoE/VEfNg27I99A/s320/DSCF4684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231787106310144530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ake with Tinroof Sundae Icecream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home about 8:30 and saw that I had a message.  It was my girl friend from Chewelah wishing me a HBD.  I called her and we talked for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a simply glorious day.  One filled with fun, family, friends, laughter and love.  Now I ask you, friends, what better gifts could one ask for?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-9151040708727942919?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/9151040708727942919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=9151040708727942919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/9151040708727942919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/9151040708727942919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/hbd-to-me.html' title='HBD to Me'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SJsJrxE5NpI/AAAAAAAAAn0/-4cSoWXieEM/s72-c/DSCF4676.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-8605804172148377862</id><published>2008-08-04T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T19:30:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new week</title><content type='html'>Well, here we are the start of a new week and beginning of a new start.&lt;br /&gt;The memorial service for Michael was heart wrenching but loving at the same time.  Our family and friends stayed together for a very long time. &lt;br /&gt;Our Aunt Sadie from Yakima came.  She is my Mother's and Uncle Sylvester's baby sister.  I don't get to see her often so the next day she insisted that she, Aunt Lydia, and myself have a day together.  It helped to be with the two of them.  We went up the river as if going to Walla Walla and found the Iris Farm not to far out of Clarkston.  They were not selling yet but taking orders but they did have a lovely fresh fruit and vegetable stand.  I will be sure to return.  I bought fresh peaches, corn, and Walla Walla onions.  Aunt Lydia bought some fresh honey and Sadie but a few peaches and some corn.  She had to go home the next day and didn't want stuff to go bad before she got there so she didn't buy much. &lt;br /&gt;They said that soon the apples would be on.  Oh Banner Farms is the name of the place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from Card Party.  I love it.  I must remember to take pictures of the cards.  Everyone was a new and different Idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I am going up to Matthew's to watch Marquis show his goat at a Fair.  The only time I will get to see him show as the Colville Fair is the weekend of our Scrap Retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, but not least in importance--HAPPY BIRTHDAY Karen!  Hope it was the greatest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have a great week and until next time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live fun&lt;br /&gt;Christy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-8605804172148377862?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8605804172148377862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=8605804172148377862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8605804172148377862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8605804172148377862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-week.html' title='A new week'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-1834188676353168804</id><published>2008-07-27T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T07:27:43.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness</title><content type='html'>In the blink of an eye, your whole world can change and come crashing down around you.  Last Wednesday I was happily enjoying designing my card for next Card Party in Pullman when my Cell rang.  It was my Father.  He never calls so I knew it wasn't good.  I expected bad news about either my Mother or her brother, Sylvester.  No, it wasn't.  My double cousin Michael had been found dead.  I sort of stopped breathing for a bit.  Michael?  My Birthday baby born 12 years after me and whose toes I pinched so he would wake up and I could hold him?  That Michael?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could do is see a happy little boy who wanted to be totally and unconditionally loved by everyone;  A little boy whose eyes sparkled when he saw the Christmas presents under the tree the year he and his brother and sister lived with us; The little boy who loved to camp and fish and was always needing his line untangled which I happily did for him; The little boy who held the Crawdad up to his face because he loved them so and it attached itself to his nose (We laughed and helped him.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I saw the young man saying I do to his lovely Bride who was also the sister of Steven's wife.  Then there he was showing me his new baby and then another.  I never got to see the third boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael had been fighting demons since his early 20s.  That is when Schizophrenia usually attacks.  The voices told him things and he lived inside his head but medication brought Michael back.  He always saw the sun unless his medication was off or he didn't take it and then the world was dark and he did things that only his demons understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His wife could no longer stay with him and though they divorced she always stayed in very close contact.  It was she who had to tell Steven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael is Steven's and Sylvia's brother and Sylvester's son and now he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to Clarkston to see Mother and then go see Steven.  I stopped and talked to Dad awhile and learn more.  Whatever happened, pushed or jumped, Michael had fallen from his third floor Apartment balcony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on up to Mom's and she smiled and was glad to see me.  As far as she was concerned, I had not been there in a month of Sundays.  She said, "Oh, I am so glad to see you.  I dreamed you came because Michael died."  I had brought her a Thinning Bar (Maple Bar).  My brother, Norman, had teasingly called them that.  I kinda figured she would need something, after all, Michael was her brother's son and as close to her as a son.  I told her that it was so sad that Michael had died and she stopped mid bite.  She had truly thought it was all a dream and so it was as if she were hearing it for the first time.  I kinda counted on that to begin with and spent the rest of our visit comforting her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turned out, the Care Center was having a BBQ that day.  Billy came; Dad came; and Steven and his wife came.  I made sure that Sylvester wasn't left alone upstairs before Steven got there and he was sitting with Mom.  It was a wonderful BBQ and just what was needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Micheal's son, Shane wrote the Obituary.  It was very nice.   And now, we await Micheal's return from Spokane.  Then Steven and Sylvia will make all the arrangements as Sylvester can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, say a prayer for Stevie and Sylvia and Sylvester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-1834188676353168804?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/1834188676353168804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=1834188676353168804' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1834188676353168804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/1834188676353168804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/sadness.html' title='Sadness'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-8783905148117788878</id><published>2008-07-17T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T09:33:35.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family BBQ</title><content type='html'>On Saturday July 12, my Frye family got together for a BBQ and Picnic at Beachview in Clarkston.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went after Pullman's Scrapkit Club.  I love Scrapkit and all the wonderful papers, embellishments and challenges.  Sometimes the combination of papers and products in itself is a challenge which I enjoy tackeling.   Wonder what I and everyone else will come up with this months kit.  Shawana always gives us uniques and delightful items to work with.  This month we have a skull.  Wonder where I will use that one.  Just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got to Clarkston, I went and picked up my Aunt Lydia Bly.  She is my Mother's older sister.  And at 84 she is more active and capable than a lot of 30 somethings.  I hope I age like her.  She has a garden and many many flowers.  She still drives and just a three years ago developed a new lot for her new home next to her old one.  She got everything just as she wanted and supervised every minute of it being built making changes where it made the house more comfortable and useable for her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9R1Q1omoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aIJgcBLoxeU/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9R1Q1omoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aIJgcBLoxeU/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+059.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223984068267907714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her she is admiring her newest Great Great Nephew Mason Frye my Brother Billy's Son's new baby&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9p5-L46_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/7qlEztjHCGE/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9p5-L46_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/7qlEztjHCGE/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224010537439390706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; boy born March 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Lydia raised for children and was a teacher.  She is a great lady and watches over my Mama and their brother Sylvester and youngest sister Sadie Talley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had made a macaroni salad and took a large jar of her own pickled beets.  YUM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got their my Nephews Brian and Kirk, Billy's boys, were getting things all set up.  Jamie Bjorklund and her new baby Madison were already there.  Jamie is Billy's baby girl.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9TLjh0RjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/n-SVpNAUtx4/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9TLjh0RjI/AAAAAAAAAi4/n-SVpNAUtx4/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223985550753809970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Jamie and Madison and Chris, Jamie and Madison Bjorklund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9e3NlFGJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/b5vRfrUJwM0/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9e3NlFGJI/AAAAAAAAAkg/b5vRfrUJwM0/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223998395404064914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9UU51N92I/AAAAAAAAAjI/kqzSyTeVk44/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9UU51N92I/AAAAAAAAAjI/kqzSyTeVk44/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223986810871215970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here my baby brother Bill Frye arrives and Kirk and Brian are in the background cooking or should I say BBQing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9VM_VllfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oz69JwwhELk/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9VM_VllfI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/oz69JwwhELk/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987774421833202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy, my sister in law Debbie, niece Erica, nephew Travis and my youngest nephew Morgan all arrived with great aplomb.&lt;br /&gt;They spilled their ice chest all over the ground and had to pick everything up.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a Frye trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9WO63oaBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/u_sxESqZ6bk/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9WO63oaBI/AAAAAAAAAjY/u_sxESqZ6bk/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223988907093813266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Erica.  Yes she did help pick everything up she just stopped long enough for me to take her picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9Ww99wX0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/vfaOcUVzcUc/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9Ww99wX0I/AAAAAAAAAjg/vfaOcUVzcUc/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989492040359746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my wild child, Morgan Eugene Frye.&lt;br /&gt;How I love this little boy.&lt;br /&gt;He calls me Aunt Kissie and always has hugs, cuddles,  kisses, and lots of new news for me.Billy gave him our brother's middle name. Brian is named for our Brother Norman Eugene Frye but goes by his middle name Brian--Norman Brian Frye. Norman passed in 1998 to melenoma cancer. How we all miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure think the world of my sister-in-law Debbie.  She works for WSU in the French Administration building. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9wDhoH4wI/AAAAAAAAAmg/r5L5PI-q1lA/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9wDhoH4wI/AAAAAAAAAmg/r5L5PI-q1lA/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224017298641642242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debbie and Billy admire Madison.  Jamie is in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my Father and Mother were there.  The Care Center brought Mama on a bus and picked her up.  Mom had a wonderful time but did get tired before the bus came back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here mama is with my double cousin Sylvia.  I don't know what her married name is now&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9YJ0Pns5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yft4ehCT6sg/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9YJ0Pns5I/AAAAAAAAAjo/Yft4ehCT6sg/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223991018439291794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but her father is my Mother's brother Sylvester Stubblefield and her mother is my Father's sister Peggy Ann Frye.  Peggy passed three years ago due to complications of Diabetes and heart problems caused by childhood Rheumatic Fever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9k-ModOXI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7djIfKi8ZNc/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9k-ModOXI/AAAAAAAAAlI/7djIfKi8ZNc/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224005112478644594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Steven brought their father, Sylvester. and his beautiful new bride, C&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9mf1LAatI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ATvwFpvwHbg/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9mf1LAatI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ATvwFpvwHbg/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224006789808286418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hrystal also came.  She is so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Steven and Chrystal visit with Brian and Sylvia's husband Butch.  Mama and Sylvester in the forefront.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9b74dagFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6fDyiCy-M6c/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9b74dagFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/6fDyiCy-M6c/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223995177099231314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad had a good time visiting and just enjoying the sun and fun.  Here he is with Billy, Deb, Jamie's husband Chris Bjorklund, and of course Morgan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9bc-nt-PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/n_uAp84tItw/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9bc-nt-PI/AAAAAAAAAkA/n_uAp84tItw/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223994646177118450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Dad and Jamie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, Cammie Laws, and Dad visited.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9sVrfQaEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VQ5B91RK1kU/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9sVrfQaEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/VQ5B91RK1kU/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+064.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224013212479940674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two of Cammie's children also came.  Alicia West and Kris Schinider and his wife, Katie.  Her youngest son Shane Laws is now in the Marines.  I miss him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Kattie and Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9hZeqo34I/AAAAAAAAAko/I1xQMVOeKPM/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9hZeqo34I/AAAAAAAAAko/I1xQMVOeKPM/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224001183129591682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9irW02IHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/oFlaDspECDE/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9irW02IHI/AAAAAAAAAk4/oFlaDspECDE/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224002589774192754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Alicia and Kris enjoy the wonderful foods everyone brought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9xFQc3bgI/AAAAAAAAAmo/h6U3iLtOgIg/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9xFQc3bgI/AAAAAAAAAmo/h6U3iLtOgIg/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224018427902389762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kris also helped with BBQing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only people I haven't introduced you to are Molly (Mason's Mommy and Brian's wife), lovely Laura (Wyatt and Meghan's mama and Kirk's wife), and of course Wyatt and Meghan. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9odFC6GJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/DvNprLwZvRE/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9odFC6GJI/AAAAAAAAAlo/DvNprLwZvRE/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224008941552933010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are they are  Laura and Wyatt.  I don't have a good picture of either Molly or Meghan.  Next time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9rZD7yEkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Iml_HVkyeK8/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9rZD7yEkI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Iml_HVkyeK8/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+070.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224012171070018114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here Laura holds Madison and Jamie holds Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh,  and least I forget the Food! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9yJoX33fI/AAAAAAAAAmw/U-QBGiK3haM/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9yJoX33fI/AAAAAAAAAmw/U-QBGiK3haM/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224019602555002354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a side note I took the fruit salsa and cinnamon chips that were last week's Recipe of the Month in Pullman. Very good I might add. Some people thought it was a stand alone salad and the chips just good.  Others thought it went on the cake with whipped cream.  My Aunt Barbara Stubblefield (Uncle Noland's wife who is my Mother's brother.  He passed two years ago of Mesothelioma.)  loved the chips and asked how to make them.  I don't have a picture of her in any form I am ashamed to say.&lt;br /&gt;All the food was delicious.  And this isn't all of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9ttDt7zmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IQQsAs7mdF0/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9ttDt7zmI/AAAAAAAAAmY/IQQsAs7mdF0/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224014713632575074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad took Mama to met the bus but stops to tell Sylvia Good bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9tKI2vWbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Fr0OUVKNdX4/s1600-h/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9tKI2vWbI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/Fr0OUVKNdX4/s320/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+080.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224014113716263346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis gives Mama a hug and tells her goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Mother left, I took Aunt Lydia home and came home to Pullman.  It was a lovely day but very long.  Hope to do it again before too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed the visit and come again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-8783905148117788878?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/8783905148117788878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=8783905148117788878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8783905148117788878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/8783905148117788878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-bbq.html' title='Family BBQ'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SH9R1Q1omoI/AAAAAAAAAiw/aIJgcBLoxeU/s72-c/Picnic+Beachview+July+12,+2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-285833201690231973</id><published>2008-07-11T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T08:35:53.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi Ho</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is the second week in July and so much has happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to my son's, Matthew, home for Daniel's 4th Birthday July 6th.  Then brought both Marquis and Daniel home with me on Monday.  I held my breath as this is Daniel's first stay.  Surprise! He didn't pitch a fit which is what I totally expected as his other Grandma has not had good experiences keeping him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit was wonderful until Wednesday.  I took the boys to the Moscow Aquatic Center.  We were there about 3 - 31/2 hours in the water.  Daniel was having a blast as was Marquis of course.  Anyway, I knew Daniel was getting tired and needed to get out and sure enough he asked to go lay in the shade.  I told him ok but wait.  He didn't hear the wait.  I turned to tell Marquis and Daniel was out of sight.  I had told him earlier that he couldn't cross the line.  Because of this, I figured he went to the land.  I searched and searched for him.  I even went back in the water and looked around the slide and the buckets.  No Daniel.  I was scared now.  Where was he?  I went to the lifeguard station for help.  They were just taking me to the announcement center when a lady asked if this was the child I was looking for.  She was holding Daniel in a towel and he looked petrified.  What she related made my blood run cold.&lt;br /&gt;Daniel had gone to the deepend after all and she found him standing on the bottom of the pool not moving.  I had nearly lost my Grandson.  I held him close and of course scolded him but once I had done that I held him and held him.  We, to say the least, left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called his parents and his Mama wanted him, so, ended the visit to Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;I took him to Spokane to meet Angie and both boys went home.  Marquis had to go also as they have a wedding on Saturday.  Besides, Marquis must train his goat for the fairs as he is in 4H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am home alone no little feet, no little voices, and no little hugs and kisses.  Daniel is ok thank the good Lord for watching him for me.  Thank you for friends and understanding.  Angie said that he had gotten away from Grandma Lundquis on the 4th and that he could come again she just needed her own Mama Eyes on him and boy do I understand that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here is to a better week ahead and fun scrapping.  Hope all had a great 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-285833201690231973?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/285833201690231973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=285833201690231973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/285833201690231973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/285833201690231973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/07/hi-ho.html' title='Hi Ho'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-6218927853274098697</id><published>2008-06-23T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:12:51.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you spell love?</title><content type='html'>Answer: Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after almost a month of not having my computer, I have it back. It is not quite the same. I am having to relearn it in some ways. Some programs have been forever destroyed and some gone though I can replace them. My scanner won't even load its program so I guess I need a new scanner. I have to buy a part for my printer which was broken in the disconnect. Makes twice I will have to replace that cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have whined let me get on with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been very busy with visiting my Mother, Father, Brother, and Son, Matthew. Kevin is still in Afghanistan but I got an email from Tanna and she is home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom is doing fine. Her short term memory is no better but she is more like herself and easy to visit even if I have to repeat things. I know she wishes she could return to her home but Dad just can't care for her especially not now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what that man did? He was on his way to visit Mama and locked his keys in the house. For years, I don't know how many forever it seems, he has had a spare house key hidden outside. For some strange unknown reason, he moved it or removed it. So, he decided he could crawl in through a window. Yah! He fell and broke ribs. Father, Father, Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him if he had gone to the doctor. His response, "Why? They wouldn't do anything anyway and what good would it do?" I told on him. I can't reason with him but my brother, Billy, can and he got Dad to go to the Doctor. He now has some pain meds to get him through this time.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Dad turned 79 on Feb. 13. And the older you get....You know the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_FERxsUEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lbaIVMZXCeE/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215103570800300098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_FERxsUEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lbaIVMZXCeE/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are Mom and Dad at Steven and Chrystal's wedding. Mom toasts the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215101523215621186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_DNF7dnEI/AAAAAAAAAh8/WZ4i4qf87Yg/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I stopped to see Bill, I had a sweet surprise as Brian, Bill's son, Molly and Mason were there. Mason is Billy's newest Grandbaby. he was born May 8. His full name is Mason James Frye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_J9G5czJI/AAAAAAAAAio/I34dpLAiDdc/s1600-h/Mason+James+Frye+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215108945179102354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_J9G5czJI/AAAAAAAAAio/I34dpLAiDdc/s320/Mason+James+Frye+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mason's first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-uxSxks_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/TMOF9D8qtEs/s1600-h/June+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215079055394911218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-uxSxks_I/AAAAAAAAAfU/TMOF9D8qtEs/s320/June+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Molly is Mommie. She is an RN and has taken time off to spend loving her baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy's other new Grandchild, a little girl was born on his Birthday April 10 to Jamie and Chris. Jamie is Bill's daughter. They named her Madison Elaine Bjorkenson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_GFIYVk9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/xJyFuXAFsv0/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215104684969530322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_GFIYVk9I/AAAAAAAAAiM/xJyFuXAFsv0/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+187.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Bill and Jamie with Madison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-w5YU7PjI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7m1_1Zquwmo/s1600-h/madison%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215081393347575346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-w5YU7PjI/AAAAAAAAAf8/7m1_1Zquwmo/s320/madison%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Madison's first picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-xPEJQHEI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gJGuisR4Xa4/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215081765887024194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-xPEJQHEI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gJGuisR4Xa4/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Bill and Mama with Madison. What is sad is that Mama doesn't remember that Jamie had a baby. What is worse, she doesn't remember who Jamie is sometimes. Jamie is her favorite grandchild and she and Jamie have always been quite close. Mom doesn't even remember Jamie is Billy's little girl at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia, my sister's daughter, also, had her baby. It was still born. She had Edward's syndrome and had only half a heart and part of a brain. The contractions were too much for her little deformed heart. She wasn't expected to live more than a month at most. I know this is very hard on my Cammie, Alicia, her husband and the whole family. They named her Rachel Marie West and was born May 27.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_GFXrh9vI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Khavak56XCs/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215104689076565746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_GFXrh9vI/AAAAAAAAAiU/Khavak56XCs/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammie admired and held Madison. She cried. Breaks my heart. She so wants to be a Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane, Cammie's son, graduated in June. The very next day he headed to the Marines. Hope he is doing fine. He is a wonderful young man full of dreams and expectations. Shane and Jamie were born 5 days apart and grew up together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent time with Matthew and his family and Marquis came home and spent two weeks with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a lively little boy full of adventure and curiosity about all things natural. Took hims to the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-5FXxtx-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/O9wI2_DhwM8/s1600-h/June+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215090395451344866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-5FXxtx-I/AAAAAAAAAg0/O9wI2_DhwM8/s320/June+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Discovery Science Center and he loved it. We spent many happy days there exploring. He especially loved the animals. Bought him a microscope and he spent many hours finding bugs or anything to put under it to examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215091570361185714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-6JwqDNbI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rzf4RCWfZME/s320/June+2008+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Matthew's Birthday was June 20. Marquis made him a shirt using Sharpies and alcohol as he learned at the Science center. It turned out wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Daniel is the sweetest most loving little boy. I had called him sweetheart at some point and later all I heard was sweetheart and I told him, "Yes, you are my sweetheart." He said, "No! Grandma! You are my sweetheart." Now if that doesn't make your heart do flips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His birthday is July 6 and fast approaching. Here is my little Sweetheart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-_iVFpB4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/FfYLHlGwSQQ/s1600-h/June+2008+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097490015586178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-_iVFpB4I/AAAAAAAAAhk/FfYLHlGwSQQ/s320/June+2008+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-_i8ijLhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/7VMsoLbeNDI/s1600-h/June+2008+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097500605820434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-_i8ijLhI/AAAAAAAAAhs/7VMsoLbeNDI/s320/June+2008+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-_jJYOaMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TLTVUIZ0NZk/s1600-h/June+2008+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215097504052177090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-_jJYOaMI/AAAAAAAAAh0/TLTVUIZ0NZk/s320/June+2008+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sure upset when I brought Marquis home and not him too. I told him that I would bring him home after Marquis' Birthday Aug 22. I am leary as he doesn't like to be away from home. Angie's mama lives just a short distance from them and he won't spend the night there. Perhaps, with Marquis and the fact he so wants to come, maybe he will be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Granddaughter, Kymberly, is growing by leaps and bounds. She is running now and very independent. She will let me hold her but is still leary of me. Let's face it she doesn't know me. Here are a few pictures of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-892cKBvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/JgK06CK9N9U/s1600-h/June+2008+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215094664289978098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-892cKBvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/JgK06CK9N9U/s320/June+2008+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-7tvyErSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/rQQAbY6hxhY/s1600-h/June+2008+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215093288113319202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-7tvyErSI/AAAAAAAAAhE/rQQAbY6hxhY/s320/June+2008+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-7tzdTXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Zv6kEp3iJGo/s1600-h/June+2008+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215093289099943474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-7tzdTXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Zv6kEp3iJGo/s320/June+2008+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-7tzdTXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Zv6kEp3iJGo/s1600-h/June+2008+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF-7tzdTXjI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Zv6kEp3iJGo/s1600-h/June+2008+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a wonderful time with children. Now, it is time for breakfast, so, I say until later find a lot of love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-6218927853274098697?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6218927853274098697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=6218927853274098697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6218927853274098697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6218927853274098697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-do-you-spell-love.html' title='How do you spell love?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SF_FERxsUEI/AAAAAAAAAiE/lbaIVMZXCeE/s72-c/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-6481216603994548318</id><published>2008-05-18T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T13:11:51.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening in my life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last few weeks have been quite busy figuratively and literally. Matthew and his family gave me a surprise visit. I was a convient but glad place to stop on their way to Walla Walla. Both Marquis and Daniel had an event to attend. They arrived early on April 25. As they are Vegans, I made a delicious dinner they could enjoy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My baby girl changed a bunch. She is cruising. Fun to watch and quite entertaining. &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The boys loved their new room. I switched the bedrooms around and put two beds in the big bedroom for them and put my bed in the smaller room. Now they have much more room to play. Daniel didn't want Marquis sitting on "his" bed. He didn't have one of his own before now. I decorated it all out with beding from "Cars". Marquis' is done in Sponge Bob. Kymberly kept them both busy keeping her out of their stuff and wanting in when they were painting. They can do that now and not be out under foot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful visit. I had planned on going to their home for Angie's Birthday May 7 but she called and said Marquis was sick stay HOME. So I did. I have had enough sick to last me a very long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is their new family portrait .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB6vJ-UU7I/AAAAAAAAAdU/fvsc7-n62pk/s1600-h/the+whole+family+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201792520162661298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB6vJ-UU7I/AAAAAAAAAdU/fvsc7-n62pk/s320/the+whole+family+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB6vZ-UU9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/tpBDM_RRSho/s1600-h/photo+(4).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201792524457628626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB6vZ-UU9I/AAAAAAAAAdk/tpBDM_RRSho/s320/photo+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB6vJ-UU8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/idmyjVhkPAA/s1600-h/My+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201792520162661314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB6vJ-UU8I/AAAAAAAAAdc/idmyjVhkPAA/s320/My+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Such a sweet bunch of flowers for my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB7RJ-UU-I/AAAAAAAAAds/HPnVaRMCwys/s1600-h/madison[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201793104278213602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB7RJ-UU-I/AAAAAAAAAds/HPnVaRMCwys/s320/madison%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In case I didn't mention, on April 10 I got to be a Great Aunt again. Her name is Madison Elaine Bjorkson. She is my Neice, Jamie's Baby girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On May 3, I attended my double cousin's second marriage ceremony. It was lovely. Steven's Mother is my Father's sister and his Father is my Mother's brother. Now are you confused? Norman Frye married Emogean Stubblefield and Sylvester Stubblefield married Peggy Frye. That help? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't beleive that on his Wedding Day Steven made sure that my Mother was there. He used the Church's handicapped Van to get her and his father from the care center in Clarkston. It was quite a surprise to arrive and see my own dear Mother there. She and Dad helped raise Steven and his brother and sister. His mama was sick a lot so they spent not just days but weeks, months, even years with us. Our family swelled from 6 to 9 whenever they were living with us. Quite a lively and wonderful time we had together. Being the oldest I did quite a bit of babysitting. How I love my other Brother Steven, Sister Sylvia, and Brother Mike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a lovely wedding. The bride beautiful and the groom quite handsome. Fortunately, I don't intimadate too easily. There was a woman there who pushed everyone out of the way cause she was the "formal" taker of pictures. I took pictures any how and it turned out good that I did as she had no film in her camera for the first half of the wedding. She also prevented Chrystal's mother from being in the ceremony and said she couldn't have her picture taken as she wasn't dressed appropraitly. Bull to that--Steven asked me to take pictures for Chrystal as the officail photographer wouldn't. I did and took many many others. Some I wanted, some others wanted, and some they wanted. Turned out nicely even if I do say so myself and I do.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB9Q5-UU_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/0cplsuK5Sgc/s1600-h/Chrystal+arrives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201795299006501874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB9Q5-UU_I/AAAAAAAAAd0/0cplsuK5Sgc/s320/Chrystal+arrives.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chrystal arrives.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB97Z-UVAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VqwYNw_hOJY/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796029150942210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB97Z-UVAI/AAAAAAAAAd8/VqwYNw_hOJY/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+024.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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chrystal and the Father of the Groom and my parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCHSZ-UVKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r1dUnOLv57c/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201806319892583586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCHSZ-UVKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/r1dUnOLv57c/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chrystal with Steven and her Mother and Sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201797394950542370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB_K5-UVCI/AAAAAAAAAeM/A_KP4OLb4cQ/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The double cousins--Christy, my sister, Cammie, Steven and his sister, Sylvia, and in the back my brother, Bill. Mike was ill and couldn't be here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB-wp-UVBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/V8kAqEmQQ8A/s1600-h/Copy+of+Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+146.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796943978976274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB-wp-UVBI/AAAAAAAAAeE/V8kAqEmQQ8A/s320/Copy+of+Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Itroducing Steven and Chrystal Stubblefield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB_3p-UVDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AoexzGRSNg0/s1600-h/Copy+of+Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201798163749688370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDB_3p-UVDI/AAAAAAAAAeU/AoexzGRSNg0/s320/Copy+of+Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last members of a generation attend Steven and Chrystal's Wedding. Steven's father, Sylvester Stubblefield, Aunt Barabara she was married to mama and Sylver's brother Noland Stubblefield, my Father, Norman Frye standing behind my Mother, Emogean , Mama's sister's Saide Talley and Lydia Bly. So many faces missing and all because of cancer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madison also made an appearance. She was quite the hit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCC85-UVHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZXr7LHvI2vM/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201801552478884978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCC85-UVHI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ZXr7LHvI2vM/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddison with Grandpa Bill and Great Grandma Emogean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;Maddison with Mommie Jamie and Grandpa Bill.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCEuJ-UVJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ys9UxVPMNRA/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201803498099070098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCEuJ-UVJI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ys9UxVPMNRA/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCBFZ-UVEI/AAAAAAAAAec/hT9fMQDNzSI/s1600-h/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201799499484517442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCBFZ-UVEI/AAAAAAAAAec/hT9fMQDNzSI/s320/Steven+and+Chrystal+Wedding+May+3,+2008+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I include this picture because it shows my Nephew Brian Frye and his lovely wife Molly. As you can see, she obviously with child. On May 8 Brian and Molly had a lovely baby boy they named Mason James Frye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCB5Z-UVGI/AAAAAAAAAes/a6c7f4ul4BA/s1600-h/Mason+James+Frye+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201800392837715042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCB5Z-UVGI/AAAAAAAAAes/a6c7f4ul4BA/s320/Mason+James+Frye+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is. He is a cutie. I can hardly wait to see him. Oh, by the way, Jamie and Brian are brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCB45-UVFI/AAAAAAAAAek/j_gcMe8udcU/s1600-h/Mason+James+Frye+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201800384247780434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SDCB45-UVFI/AAAAAAAAAek/j_gcMe8udcU/s320/Mason+James+Frye+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have rounded out my activities by creating a Wedding Album for Steven and Chrystal. It is my gift to them. It turned out quite nice. I hope they enjoy it and the memories it preserves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's next on my agenda you might ask? I hope to work on my flower garden and continue Scrapping. 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After 4 weeks of this, I can finally do something other than stay home, watch tv, and sleep. Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, My Daughter in Law sent me the following. I think we Scrapbookers will enjoy this little story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife says to husband..."Look - I got invited to a 'party' and I won't have to buy a basket, orjewelry, or candles, or even another plastic container! This party is different because I'm going to MAKE a page for ascrapbook! I'm going to learn how to put all those "pictures" we keep in a box intoa photo album that will last lifetimes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I really NEED is a new pair of SCISSORS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR YEARS AFTERWARDS what can be heard in the home:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How much can a pair of scissors cost? And why do you need an entirecutting system if you bought "scissors?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The photo album was HOW MUCH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You HAD to get a paper trimmer too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then please tell me ..what are the "scissors" for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How many magazines do you need to buy to be INSPIRED? And what's withall this paper?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"You want what for your birthday? A xyron? What the heck is a xyron?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't understand why you need a digital camera. The 35mm I boughtafter college works just fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OUCH!!!! I just stepped on one of your eyelets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORE paper? You haven't even used up what you got already!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"First the camera, then the printer, what's next a scanner?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"I see..so if we get these "target cubes" you'll be able to see the"paper" you have and then you won't have to buy anymore?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Son, how many times have I told you - You CANNOT play with MOMMY's tools!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't get it ..why do we have to go to Lowes to get "paint chips" ifwe aren't doing any painting around here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry sweetie..we won't tell Mommy you borrowed her stickers to make Barbie look pretty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You had a 40% off coupon and you still spent over $300??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"What do you need all this yarn for? You don't even knit! Do you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No dear. I do not know how to scan and stitch. Maybe someone on YOUR"message board" can help you there."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who took Daddy's sandpaper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's 11PM. Isn't that layout done YET?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shhh..don' t tell Daddy that Mommy borrowed his sandpaper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I guess we can stop at that cute little scrapbook store duringour vacation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're going to take a crap? NO, no, no.......... I meant going to a "crop"... nevermind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"NO MOMMY! NO MORE PICTURES! NO MORE PICTURES! NO MORE PICTURES!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So who is this Becky Higgins and what's the big deal about her? She an actress or something... did I miss something here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thought you already had a sewing machine..... .have you taken sewing lessons??... ... So what's this one for?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No..I've never printed on vellum before..YES. .I can help you figureout the right printer settings..but what the heck is vellum?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Queen of the week"...... doesn't mean you won't still make dinner, right? Right?Whew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just joined a what? A swap? I'm really happy for you honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MORE paper? What's so special about this ' BRAZIL ' paper?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the hardest one of all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did all these boxes of pictures come from...I thought you weregoing to put them all in a scrapbook three years ago, after you went to that PARTY! "........... .....I just knew that scissors you said you "just had to have" would cause problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind you of anyone you know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-385540948713820995?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/385540948713820995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=385540948713820995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/385540948713820995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/385540948713820995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-laughs.html' title='Just for Laughs'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-756818451311677255</id><published>2008-04-09T06:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T19:03:43.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for life blog spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am late in reading the blog but feel this particular event is one I feel especially close to. My husband, Marvin, died of Pancreatic cancer 8 years ago and indeed the cards were comforting to both of us and they still are. I kept every one I received and reread them often. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a matter of fact, on his death date of March 11 I reread those cards which once again brought me comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They remind me of how dear our families, friends, coworkers, students, church and communtiy members were. The cards are still meaningful. Yes, people in all conditions need the comfort offered by cards and not just ones from family but from others lets a person know they are not alone and are being prayed for, thought of, and comforted by many. I loved and continue to love Marvin with all my heart and am blessed by all those who thought of us at this most difficult time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you to everyone who sends cards you are true humanitarians and caring and compassionate people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are a few pictures of this wonderful husband, father, son, uncle and friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAX5mz8FvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BbGBP43V-vE/s1600-h/At+Elsies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188173049169188594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAX5mz8FvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BbGBP43V-vE/s320/At+Elsies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Taken in 1970 shortly after our Wedding in August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAWHGz8FrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ajNKVuBTGyE/s1600-h/1993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188171082074166962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAWHGz8FrI/AAAAAAAAAcs/ajNKVuBTGyE/s320/1993.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marvin and our sons, Matthew and &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAWHGz8FsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/68A6qhBRYDc/s1600-h/Marv+and+me+at+Elsies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188171082074166978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAWHGz8FsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/68A6qhBRYDc/s320/Marv+and+me+at+Elsies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kevin (1993).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marvin and me in the 1990's.&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/7720190942856753869-756818451311677255?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/756818451311677255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=756818451311677255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/756818451311677255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/756818451311677255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/relay-for-life-blog-spot.html' title='Relay for life blog spot'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SAAX5mz8FvI/AAAAAAAAAdM/BbGBP43V-vE/s72-c/At+Elsies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-6967895077388934299</id><published>2008-04-09T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T06:54:25.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My World Today</title><content type='html'>Not an awful lot going on today or the last 10 days.  I can tell you that I am sick to death of being sick.  Went back to Doc yesterday and he put me on a new atibiotic and steroids for my Asthma.  Warned me that the steroids would create havoc with my blood sugars and it did and does.  Maybe now I can stop sounding froggy and coughing. &lt;br /&gt;I did have fun on Monday.  I went to Pullman's Card Party and as usual it was a blast.  I just love creating the cards but especially the company of other women.  I spend so much time alone that the opportunity to spend times with others is a blessing to the spirit and mind. &lt;br /&gt;No pictures this time.   Just a quick note to let you all know that I am among the living and getting closer to being out and about again.  I hate being isolated.&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week and hope to be active again very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-6967895077388934299?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6967895077388934299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=6967895077388934299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6967895077388934299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6967895077388934299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-world-today.html' title='My World Today'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-105718390025217478</id><published>2008-03-31T09:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:12:18.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring?</title><content type='html'>For some strange reason, I thought Spring was here but the snow seems to prove me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EXMl83nkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6KRVQ-GKZr0/s1600-h/relaxing+at+grams+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183950151193435714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EXMl83nkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6KRVQ-GKZr0/s320/relaxing+at+grams+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last two weeks have been very full. The Wednesday before Easter I went up to Chewelah and picked up my Grandson, Marquis for his Spring Break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time together. Here he is holding the grabber he got at the Discovery Science Center. He sure loved that place. I can hardly wait until I can take him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saturday before Easter we went to Union Town for the Easter Egg hunt. He has never been on a Community Sponsered Hunt before. We meet my brother Bill, his wife, Deb and of course Morgan. It was a grand time. Both boys had a blast picking up the eggs. Then afterwards, being allowed to pick out a gift from the gift table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EYrV83nlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DsNpBUkpcLQ/s1600-h/finding+eggs+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183951778986040914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EYrV83nlI/AAAAAAAAAY0/DsNpBUkpcLQ/s320/finding+eggs+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZoV83nnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lVZShK-UBHs/s1600-h/on+the+hunt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183952826958061170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZoV83nnI/AAAAAAAAAZE/lVZShK-UBHs/s320/on+the+hunt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots and lots of eggs to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found lots. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZo183noI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dmnUAcGqj58/s1600-h/see.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183952835547995778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZo183noI/AAAAAAAAAZM/dmnUAcGqj58/s320/see.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZqF83nqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/C1-ggbFzC_E/s1600-h/What+a+haul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183952857022832290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZqF83nqI/AAAAAAAAAZc/C1-ggbFzC_E/s320/What+a+haul.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EaDl83nrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fn8j8VwDHH8/s1600-h/Yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183953295109496498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EaDl83nrI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Fn8j8VwDHH8/s320/Yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZn183nmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VG7KyeBpi3g/s1600-h/Morgans+find.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183952818368126562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZn183nmI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VG7KyeBpi3g/s320/Morgans+find.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZpl83npI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Cg1vg4dkdUc/s1600-h/see+says+morg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183952848432897682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EZpl83npI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Cg1vg4dkdUc/s320/see+says+morg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgie had a great time and enjoyed finding all the goodies inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday we went to church then to Bill and Deb's. I was surprised when all the family showed up. I didn't know so many were coming. What a grand time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EbcF83nsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9lvrLai3YpY/s1600-h/Jamie+and+Chris+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183954815527919298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EbcF83nsI/AAAAAAAAAZs/9lvrLai3YpY/s320/Jamie+and+Chris+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and her husband, Chris came. The due date is April 9. I can't help but worry about her. She turned 18 March 28.&lt;br /&gt;But then, my own Mama was 17 and turned 18 a month after I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Ech183ntI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Vpbh8ZX0jDM/s1600-h/Copy+of+Dad+and+Kev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183956013823794898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Ech183ntI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Vpbh8ZX0jDM/s320/Copy+of+Dad+and+Kev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Father was there. We played poker after dinner and Dad and Chris won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost in 4 hands. Tell you how well I can play?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk, Laura and their children, Wyatt and Meghan also came. That made for children ages 7, 5, 4, and 3. Poor little Meghan got left out once Wyatt and Marquis got together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took Marquis with me when I went to Shawna's 12 months of cards class. I love taking her classes cause she always chooses color combinations I wouldn't think of or use on my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too soon, our time was over and I had to take Marquis home. Thursday was the day we were going to leave but due to a sudden Winter Snow Warning we had to wait until later in the day. As it was, we saw 4 slide offs and one wreck. It was stange getting to his house and no snow. But the weather made up for it Friday into Saturday when 7 inches came down. Marquis and Daniel had a great time.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfVV83nvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/G3G_LHNZXmE/s1600-h/Daniel+trying+to+dig+out+his+tractor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959097610313458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfVV83nvI/AAAAAAAAAaE/G3G_LHNZXmE/s320/Daniel+trying+to+dig+out+his+tractor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daniel's Tractor was burried and He couldn't get it out. Marquis came to the resuce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfVl83nxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/T4DQpF3eNPI/s1600-h/Marquis+comes+to+the+resuce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959101905280786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfVl83nxI/AAAAAAAAAaU/T4DQpF3eNPI/s320/Marquis+comes+to+the+resuce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfVl83nwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WjWO4UB7Qao/s1600-h/Here+Daniel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959101905280770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfVl83nwI/AAAAAAAAAaM/WjWO4UB7Qao/s320/Here+Daniel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfV183nyI/AAAAAAAAAac/BMvNnCp4iXY/s1600-h/Snow+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959106200248098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfV183nyI/AAAAAAAAAac/BMvNnCp4iXY/s320/Snow+bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marquis in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh_F83n7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/T44YqDWju1g/s1600-h/Wow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183962013893107634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh_F83n7I/AAAAAAAAAbk/T44YqDWju1g/s320/Wow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my little Daniel. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh_F83n8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/etyoKhdvSQc/s1600-h/Yum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183962013893107650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh_F83n8I/AAAAAAAAAbs/etyoKhdvSQc/s320/Yum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He loves the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He especially loves to eat it. Don't all kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfUl83nuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QbJhDOu8YnQ/s1600-h/beautiful+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959084725411554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EfUl83nuI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/QbJhDOu8YnQ/s320/beautiful+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this view outside their living room window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgJl83n3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/eZNKt2yE__Q/s1600-h/on+the+run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959995258478450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgJl83n3I/AAAAAAAAAbE/eZNKt2yE__Q/s320/on+the+run.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kymberly is on the run. She can't quite walk yet but she is getting it down. She likes the fact that she can use her hands when she walks.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgFl83n0I/AAAAAAAAAas/ifE0TN3gBQE/s1600-h/I+can.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959926539001666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgFl83n0I/AAAAAAAAAas/ifE0TN3gBQE/s320/I+can.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgJV83n2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ebn-IE95b-c/s1600-h/off+I+go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959990963511138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgJV83n2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/ebn-IE95b-c/s320/off+I+go.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Makes me think of the song "Turn Around" and she's a toddler going on her own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh-l83n5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/yX2uRMs6YQ4/s1600-h/Playing+the+piano+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183962005303173010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh-l83n5I/AAAAAAAAAbU/yX2uRMs6YQ4/s320/Playing+the+piano+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kymberly loves playing the piano with her Daddy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh-l83n4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/8fXI1H70a6s/s1600-h/Playing+piano+with+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183962005303172994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh-l83n4I/AAAAAAAAAbM/8fXI1H70a6s/s320/Playing+piano+with+Dad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She seems to say, "Hmm, that reads A sharp and F flat. This is a pretty good song Daddy. I like playing Duets with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh-183n6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/dln58APOF0g/s1600-h/teething.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183962009598140322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Eh-183n6I/AAAAAAAAAbc/dln58APOF0g/s320/teething.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Poor little baby girl decided to teeth and ran a fever of 101-102.8 for two days. Little Angie was pretty well tuckered and the two of them took naps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgEF83nzI/AAAAAAAAAak/rX3P-gv_Tbs/s1600-h/Dad+comforts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959900769197874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgEF83nzI/AAAAAAAAAak/rX3P-gv_Tbs/s320/Dad+comforts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daddy offered comfort also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the day I left, which was Sunday, she was herself again. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgJF83n1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/MMRCh5qQBpA/s1600-h/my+favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183959986668543826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EgJF83n1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/MMRCh5qQBpA/s320/my+favorite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just love this picture. It wasn't posed. I just happened to catch it. She is sitting on her Grandma Lundquist's lap. Isn't she just beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Their new family portrait is wonderful.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EnGF83n-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/2IH_HtgsbR8/s1600-h/the+whole+family+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183967631710330850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EnGF83n-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/2IH_HtgsbR8/s320/the+whole+family+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Emq183n9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/2AfbRk81m_A/s1600-h/My+babies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183967163558895570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_Emq183n9I/AAAAAAAAAb0/2AfbRk81m_A/s320/My+babies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So is the children's picture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There now that is what I been up to. Just enjoying my little ones. Won't seem them again until June most likely. I wasn't going to leave until Monday but I like being sick. It doesn't take being around illness, Angie was sick, for me to catch whatever is floating in the air. So, for now, I am going to hide in my house and get well. I Hate Being Sick! At least, it will get over soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hope everyone had a great Easter and enjoys the Spring when it finally arrives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-105718390025217478?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/105718390025217478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=105718390025217478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/105718390025217478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/105718390025217478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring.html' title='Spring?'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R_EXMl83nkI/AAAAAAAAAYs/6KRVQ-GKZr0/s72-c/relaxing+at+grams+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-7078444359539675960</id><published>2008-03-07T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T08:41:18.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son</title><content type='html'>Sometimes technology doesn't work, at least for me and that is what happened this last week. No matter what I did I could not get this Blog thing to work. Hopefully, it will work now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My son, Kevin, is now on his way to Afganistan. The last month he spent at Fort Lewis playing Army. He said he needed to learn how they operated as the Airforce is deployed with them. Now, both h&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FkZtK0fZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qVlF1t2jg8Q/s1600-h/Kevin+waiting.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175027839609896338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FkZtK0fZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qVlF1t2jg8Q/s320/Kevin+waiting.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e and his wife, Tanna, are in danger zones. She is in Iraq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here he is studying hard the Army manuvers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How he can sleep on that ground like that is beyond me. The 11th is his Birthday. I look at this sleeping man and picture the sleeping child.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FmntK0faI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9Pa1wYvJT_A/s1600-h/HBD+1+Kevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175030279151320482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FmntK0faI/AAAAAAAAAX8/9Pa1wYvJT_A/s320/HBD+1+Kevin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess he has always managed to sleep on hard surfaces. This is is First Birthday. This year is his 31. I can't beleive it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FtqtK0feI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oILNQ0_jll0/s1600-h/shelb+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175038027272322530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FtqtK0feI/AAAAAAAAAYc/oILNQ0_jll0/s320/shelb+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shelby is glad that the snow is gone. Poor little thing. It was a hard winter for her. She was very disgusted when it snowed earlier this week. She looked at me as if to ask, "What's this? Why is it back? Get rid of it!" Now, it is gone and she can run and peek in at her favorite holes along the fence, bark at the next door neighbor man, whom she hates fiercely, and bark at the new dog next door. O h, at least I forget, any an all CATS. Little does she know what they would do if she ever caught one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have been very busy this week scrapbooking. What an odd thing to be doing, huh? Shawna hooked me on these new books by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Stacy Julian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have two of them:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The Big Picture &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Photo Freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you have never read either, may I suggest you do so at once. The first one helped me look at my scrapbooking in a whole new light. I had never before thought why I was choosing explicitly a certain photo or layout. Now, I am appreciating the whys. The book is much more detailed than this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The second book lead me to this week's scrapbooking. The book provides a technique for photo management. It even uses triage. You are provided the freedom to do the unthinkable, throw a photo away. The ability to find a certain photo or group of photos is wonderful. I am still in the process of reorganization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FrzdK0fcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dfDMTPs3Iw8/s1600-h/Feb+2008+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175035978572922306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FrzdK0fcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/dfDMTPs3Iw8/s320/Feb+2008+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This, too, is scrapbooking. It looks like a mess but the end results will be well worth the work.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9Fr0NK0fdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5m7PIsXk7KI/s1600-h/Feb+2008+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175035991457824210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9Fr0NK0fdI/AAAAAAAAAYU/5m7PIsXk7KI/s320/Feb+2008+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can already see the benifits as I put each photo album away and know where my pictures are for sure. One reason this is very good for me is that when my husband, Marvin, died March 11, 2000, I went into a place I still don't recognize. I tore every photo I owned out of its album and put them into boxes and threw the albums away. Over the last 7 years I started putting them back in albums but at random. Whatever picture was at my fingertips went in next. Now, I can reorganize not only my pictures but my life and mind. But, whether or not you are in a similar position as me the book is wonderful and will, indeed, help you use your photos more meaningfully. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Scrapbooking to you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7720190942856753869-7078444359539675960?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/7078444359539675960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=7078444359539675960' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/7078444359539675960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/7078444359539675960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-son.html' title='My Son'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R9FkZtK0fZI/AAAAAAAAAX0/qVlF1t2jg8Q/s72-c/Kevin+waiting.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-4688790132918471054</id><published>2008-02-24T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T14:36:57.318-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family time'/><title type='text'>Children, Laughter and Fun</title><content type='html'>&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great week I have had! My house was full of children, laughter and fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday last, my Son, Matthew, and his family arrived. "Grandma Christy!" was shouted and my arms full of two little boys each hugging and kissing. Now, I ask you, what could be better. My Granddaughter, however, wasn't quite sure what to think of me. She did let me hold her a little but not much. Actually, she is very active and quick I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HLIVkqWuI/AAAAAAAAARo/8Dm_Sv2Y6Yc/s1600-h/shelby+snack+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170637191288347362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HLIVkqWuI/AAAAAAAAARo/8Dm_Sv2Y6Yc/s320/shelby+snack+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I had picked up everything she could put in her mouth, however, I forgot about Shelby treats. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here she is chewing on one of Shelby's rawhide snacks. Surprisingly, her parents did not care and it was a beef flavored snack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HtSVkqXMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/a5Pa-S_9Yts/s1600-h/Mommie+puts+it+together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170674746482384066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HtSVkqXMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/a5Pa-S_9Yts/s320/Mommie+puts+it+together.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We celebrated her first birthday, sort of. I gave her her gifts. No cake or anything as I just can't seem to bake a vegan cake that isn't like cardboard and tastes decent. So she just got her presents. Angie put it together and another little ball toy I go her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HsalkqXKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/76QXaoZUcYY/s1600-h/go+kymberly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170673788704677026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HsalkqXKI/AAAAAAAAAVI/76QXaoZUcYY/s320/go+kymberly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is a walker that turns into a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hs1FkqXLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/q2LUqeelouM/s1600-h/Marquis+cks+it+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170674243971210418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hs1FkqXLI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/q2LUqeelouM/s320/Marquis+cks+it+out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marquis made sure it was working just right for his little sister.&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;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HqLVkqXJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GBFZXj58aPk/s1600-h/Marquis+lunch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170671327688416402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HqLVkqXJI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GBFZXj58aPk/s320/Marquis+lunch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my boys enjoying their lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HvmlkqXPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RhT9Z-pDrvE/s1600-h/daniel+good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170677293397990642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HvmlkqXPI/AAAAAAAAAVw/RhT9Z-pDrvE/s320/daniel+good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Marquis got glasses and lost another tooth. Marquis is 7.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                              Daniel is such a sweet little boy. Daniel is 3. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HRfFkqW0I/AAAAAAAAASY/X1F2X2JS05Y/s1600-h/Chris+and+Jamie+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170644179200138050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HRfFkqW0I/AAAAAAAAASY/X1F2X2JS05Y/s320/Chris+and+Jamie+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On Saturday, we went to my Nephew's home for my Niece's baby shower. Jamie is 17 and she and her husband, Chris 18, are expecting their first baby. I pray all goes well for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are going to have a baby girl. Her name will be Madison Elaine Bjorklund.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole family came both sides and steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HTLlkqW1I/AAAAAAAAASg/KMSRXntqTaw/s1600-h/Daddy+79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170646043215944530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HTLlkqW1I/AAAAAAAAASg/KMSRXntqTaw/s320/Daddy+79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My father, Jamie's Grandpa, even came. We took him out later for his 79th birthday. We went to Zanys in Lewiston. If you have never been there, try it out. Good food for everyone even Vegans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both of Jamie's mothers were there. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HUh1kqW3I/AAAAAAAAASw/5cQJ9NLL6iI/s1600-h/Deb+and+Angie+feeding+Kymberly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170647524979661682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HUh1kqW3I/AAAAAAAAASw/5cQJ9NLL6iI/s320/Deb+and+Angie+feeding+Kymberly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her step mother and Mother. Both are Deborah Lynn. &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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Deb, her step-mother with Angie feeding Kymberly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HT41kqW2I/AAAAAAAAASo/5DhT_0zos-A/s1600-h/Deb+and+Meghan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170646820605025122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HT41kqW2I/AAAAAAAAASo/5DhT_0zos-A/s320/Deb+and+Meghan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Jamie's Mother, Deb, hugging her Granddaughter, Meghan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HWhFkqW4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/8YxGqM1ke40/s1600-h/Meghan+and+kymberly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170649711118015362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HWhFkqW4I/AAAAAAAAAS4/8YxGqM1ke40/s320/Meghan+and+kymberly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan loved Kymberly and wanted to hold her every chance she got. Meghan is 4. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HZvlkqW6I/AAAAAAAAATI/dl5tkBICggM/s1600-h/Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170653258761001890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HZvlkqW6I/AAAAAAAAATI/dl5tkBICggM/s320/Wyatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Wyatt. He is Meghan's brother. Wyatt is 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HjFlkqXFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XGpCVB3VUMM/s1600-h/Marquis+and+Wyatt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170663532322774098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HjFlkqXFI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XGpCVB3VUMM/s320/Marquis+and+Wyatt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wyatt and Marquis have tons of fun together. This summer I am going to take the two of them to the Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HYw1kqW5I/AAAAAAAAATA/TuTF-P0nyis/s1600-h/Kirk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170652180724210578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HYw1kqW5I/AAAAAAAAATA/TuTF-P0nyis/s320/Kirk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wyatt's and Meghan's father is my Nephew, Kirk. His mama is Laura. They are wonderful people. They always make sure I do not spend any Holiday alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HaTVkqW7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/XDZt3_P6MB8/s1600-h/Laura+and+Kymberly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170653872941325234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HaTVkqW7I/AAAAAAAAATQ/XDZt3_P6MB8/s320/Laura+and+Kymberly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HbeFkqW8I/AAAAAAAAATY/DL4SoAxkl-4/s1600-h/Billy+and+Morgan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170655157136546754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HbeFkqW8I/AAAAAAAAATY/DL4SoAxkl-4/s320/Billy+and+Morgan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Brother, Bill, is Kirk's, Jamie's, Brian's, and Morgan's father. He truly loves his children and Grandchildren and is looking forward to his Granddaughter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Billy and Morgan. Morgan is Billy's and Debbie's surprise. Morgan is 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HcO1kqW9I/AAAAAAAAATg/oEOYt6eAo-8/s1600-h/Brian+and+Molly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170655994655169490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HcO1kqW9I/AAAAAAAAATg/oEOYt6eAo-8/s320/Brian+and+Molly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me introduce you to Brian and Molly. They too are expecting a baby but want to wait until it is born to find out if it is a boy or girl. Brian spent several years in the Airforce. Molly is a Nurse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hn_VkqXHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/49W6gV8WeOc/s1600-h/Matthew+and+Jamie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170668922506730610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hn_VkqXHI/AAAAAAAAAUw/49W6gV8WeOc/s320/Matthew+and+Jamie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Matthew and Jamie. Until Morgan was born, they were my parents oldest and youngest grandchild respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is how the first part of my week was spent. Matthew and his family left on Sunday. I hated seeing them go but I had something to look forward to. Morgan's babysitter was unavailable Thursday and Friday and he was going to spend it with his Aunt "Kissie".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Morgan arrived, he wanted to be Spiderman. We went to the store and bought the movie, two shirts, a Spiderman Hat, a Spiderman sticker book, and two Spiderman mouse pads which served as great pictures. I can't tell you how many times I watched Spiderman over those two days. Bet I can just about recite it by heart. Morgan acted out certain scenes and loved beating up Greengoblin. There were parts of the movie he wanted to see again and again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Morgan had me put Spiderman stickers all over his arms and shirt. He played Spiderman and had a balloon which acted as his web. He even got Shawna involved. She obliged him by being the Greengoblin when no one was in the store but us. He sure liked her. an't figure out why:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some Morgan Spiderman pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HeuFkqXAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6oUPJNWEJo4/s1600-h/second+day+and+web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170658730549337090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HeuFkqXAI/AAAAAAAAAT4/6oUPJNWEJo4/s320/second+day+and+web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hu8lkqXOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L9ykKwChhX4/s1600-h/Spiderman+getting+greengoblin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170676571843484898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hu8lkqXOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/L9ykKwChhX4/s320/Spiderman+getting+greengoblin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With trust web in hand, Morgan prepares to jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                           Attacking Green Goblin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hgg1kqXDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TiM-gU9-ky8/s1600-h/Jumping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170660701939326002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hgg1kqXDI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/TiM-gU9-ky8/s320/Jumping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hg5lkqXEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SOvRxTT2TMQ/s1600-h/Jumping+again.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170661127141088322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8Hg5lkqXEI/AAAAAAAAAUY/SOvRxTT2TMQ/s320/Jumping+again.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;More Spiderman Jumps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He forgot his web.  Ah, well he is a great jumper even without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HknVkqXGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/I_ZuDDsSaPE/s1600-h/yeah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170665211654986850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HknVkqXGI/AAAAAAAAAUo/I_ZuDDsSaPE/s320/yeah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Morgan love Motorcycles and in less time than you can say Jack Rabbit he found Motorcycle stickers at Paper Pals. Shawna, bless her heart, made sure he got some. He promptly decorated my refrigerator. Now, everytime I open the door my heart remembers the happy time we have together and those two days. He tells me frequently, "I love you Aunt Kissie. I love you." He didn't want to leave Shawna nor did he want to go home with Mama, that is, until she got here. Then it was "bye Tee Tee. I love you. See you soon. You come to my house."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful week filled with family and love. We all should be so lucky. I have a large family and we are all very close. I love spending time with them any chance I get.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;/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/7720190942856753869-4688790132918471054?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4688790132918471054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=4688790132918471054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/4688790132918471054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/4688790132918471054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/02/children-laughter-and-fun.html' title='Children, Laughter and Fun'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R8HLIVkqWuI/AAAAAAAAARo/8Dm_Sv2Y6Yc/s72-c/shelby+snack+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-4783366155631792275</id><published>2008-01-26T07:47:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T09:12:33.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Is there ever any way to adequately say thankyou? This is my attempt to just that.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, my body decided to revolt, believe me it was revolting, against me demanding trips to doctor, and subsequently, hospital. As if that weren't enough, the simple procedure went wrong. Through it all, one person was there without my even asking. That person was Shawna. She was by my side making sure I got home safely and once there ok. She ran errands and kept up my spirits. True friends are few and far between and I wish to thank her for her support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XAIlkqWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B7p9gqJNaP4/s1600-h/Shawna1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167247401234881154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XAIlkqWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B7p9gqJNaP4/s320/Shawna1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She, also, loaned me her family. Specifically, her daughter and husband. They kindly removed all the snow from my dirve and walk. They actually went above and beyond anything I expected. Reminded me of how my husband would do things. He always went the extra step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XBHlkqWqI/AAAAAAAAARI/7UTzJoP_2gs/s1600-h/poor+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167248483566639778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XBHlkqWqI/AAAAAAAAARI/7UTzJoP_2gs/s320/poor+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;Except for the snow on the car, this picture is accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XBHVkqWpI/AAAAAAAAARA/OnxcQbmTiec/s1600-h/Shawna"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167248479271672466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XBHVkqWpI/AAAAAAAAARA/OnxcQbmTiec/s320/Shawna%27s+husband.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AFTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sit home pain free for the most part and bless whatever Gods there may be for Shawna. I am, also, awaiting the arrival of my son, Matthew, and his family. I haven't seen them since before Christmas. I feel excitedly anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Their visits are always somewhat difficult and not because my small home overflows. I love that. But because they are Vegans. For those unfamiliar with what that means, it means they eat no meat or meat products, eggs and milk included. They have been Vegans for 4 years. You would think I would have adapted by now. I have after a fashion but I can't throw together what or how I would for others. It takes planning.&lt;br /&gt;I think I have it under control though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XFnlkqWsI/AAAAAAAAARY/7ZkyBUn6L2c/s1600-h/Kymberly+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167253431368964802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XFnlkqWsI/AAAAAAAAARY/7ZkyBUn6L2c/s320/Kymberly+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my little Granddaughter, Kymberly, is on the move. I haven't quite baby proofed my house. I can't believe she is going to be 1 in a few short days. Not walking quite yet but can she motate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XFn1kqWtI/AAAAAAAAARg/4bfUDmxaJIc/s1600-h/my+boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167253435663932114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XFn1kqWtI/AAAAAAAAARg/4bfUDmxaJIc/s320/my+boys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are my two boys. Daniel 3 and Marquis 7. My snow in the back yard has not been disturbed so two little boys can go and rough it up.&lt;br /&gt;Now, my blog is all updated and I await my visitors.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we go to my neice's baby shower then take my father out for his 79th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;So, I continue baby proofing as best I can and then I must vaccum. Have to make sure there aren't any little things Kymberly could vaccum up on her own. Babies are such great vaccums.&lt;br /&gt;Again I say God Bless all those who help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XED1kqWrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/qtgThxBH5bw/s1600-h/Kymberly+on+the+move+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-4783366155631792275?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/4783366155631792275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=4783366155631792275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/4783366155631792275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/4783366155631792275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R7XAIlkqWoI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/B7p9gqJNaP4/s72-c/Shawna1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-6739702831555890591</id><published>2008-01-26T07:47:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T10:12:48.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow is a four letter word.</title><content type='html'>I am still learning this Blogging and to save me I can't get rid of the long spacing or put picture captions as I wish.  I will get it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that by now everyone is as sick of all this snow as I am. I long for Spring. I like snow don't get me wrong, but...this much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6X_t9rugXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_-MJFYysYyY/s1600-h/up+the+stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162813712967303538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6X_t9rugXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_-MJFYysYyY/s320/up+the+stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have dug snow and dug snow especially for Shelby. She takes one look at the snow as I open the door for her and says, "Naw, I can hold it." Then I dig it out and she says, "Boy, that was a close call."&lt;br /&gt;This was earlier snow. I haven't taken a picture of her in it lately. She is just too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Shelb can't pursue her favorite hobby that of barking at the neighbor's cats. Don't know what she would do if she ever got a hold of one. She just doesn't realize how much bigger they are than her. She does play chase with my son's, Matthew, cat. First one chase the other then they turn it around. Like two little kids--up, down, around and around, and over anyone in their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Matthew, I can hardly wait for February 15. He and his family are coming down to visit. Reason? The 16th is a Baby Shower for my niece, Jamie and then after that we all, that is my Brother, Sister and all of their families and of course mine, are going to take my Father out for his 79th Birthday. Sure wish Mama could go but so far I can't figure out how to get her there. She is in a Care Facility and unable to move about with any great ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6X-wNrugWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2v4gmlVTeLs/s1600-h/Dad+and+Kev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162812652110381410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6X-wNrugWI/AAAAAAAAAQE/2v4gmlVTeLs/s320/Dad+and+Kev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my Father and my Son, Kevin at Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to going down there. Clarkston is at least 3 or more weeks ahead of us Spring wise. Many many February's show flowers blooming and green grass with warm weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While secluded I have been doing Scrapbooking and my other favorite hobby, Genealogy. Doing lots of reading and napping. I have managed to get out a few times and visit Shawna and do estential shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6YBvdrugYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gUHNpOaQALc/s1600-h/neigh+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162815937760362882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6YBvdrugYI/AAAAAAAAAQU/gUHNpOaQALc/s320/neigh+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also helped dig out my neighbor. She has a two wheel drive and it did get snowed in badly.&lt;br /&gt;This picture was just before the big snow. There was so much that her car was actually leaning to the left. The Snow was up to the top of the passenger side door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all are safe and secure and not having to do too much more digging but I fear there is more SNOW on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7720190942856753869-6739702831555890591?l=christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/feeds/6739702831555890591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7720190942856753869&amp;postID=6739702831555890591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6739702831555890591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7720190942856753869/posts/default/6739702831555890591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyscreativecorner.blogspot.com/2008/01/snow-is-four-letter-word.html' title='Snow is a four letter word.'/><author><name>Christy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305430679649467389</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/SMVXsEKFX0I/AAAAAAAAAxA/nM7LxCfuGA0/S220/Copy+of+Shelb+and+me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R6X_t9rugXI/AAAAAAAAAQM/_-MJFYysYyY/s72-c/up+the+stairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7720190942856753869.post-7908318260864170628</id><published>2008-01-26T07:47:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T11:20:47.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's Always a First Time</title><content type='html'>&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tpAdrufJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7T5LIGiTrS0/s1600-h/in+the+snow+tunnel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159833254771981458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tpAdrufJI/AAAAAAAAAGY/7T5LIGiTrS0/s320/in+the+snow+tunnel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Hi Everyone from the snow tunnel at the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Palouse Divide Lodge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. This is my first time trying this blogging thing. So far it has been quite frustrating but I will continue on undaunted. Let me know how I am doing. I can't tell you how many times I have started over and over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; started the blog because I wanted to share the wonderfully marvelous time I had at the Paper Pals Retreat. It was fun sharing laughter and delight with friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tacee rode up with me. It was great having company and someone to talk to on the drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159834427298053282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tqEtrufKI/AAAAAAAAAGg/5pG-41ARJrg/s320/Tacee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I had never been to the lodge before and had no idea what to expect. It is a beautiful place and if you ever get the chance, go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159835123082755250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tqtNrufLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/lY4pzhnl3g8/s320/the+lodge+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159835127377722562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tqtdrufMI/AAAAAAAAAGw/0DoiNDe4sI8/s320/the+lodge+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is the large second floor room where we scrapped from the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uGn9rugOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/U7b9Q0YVneM/s1600-h/the+room+we+used.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159865819214020834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uGn9rugOI/AAAAAAAAAPI/U7b9Q0YVneM/s320/the+room+we+used.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159835131672689874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tqttrufNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/DKJkVJllHFM/s320/the+lodge+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Upon arrival we had to unload and no these are not optical illusions. A tunnel was dug so we could unload our things on the second floor and not have to drag it all up the staris. Shawna and Karen helped us. Thank you, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837081587842338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tsfNrufSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/9jHCUGTRoLg/s320/unloading+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837085882809650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tsfdrufTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iFqs6V25kKA/s320/unloading+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159837094472744258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tsf9rufUI/AAAAAAAAAHw/LbaQGKarUqc/s320/unloading+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5trotrufOI/AAAAAAAAAHA/uWeyOKEgNb8/s1600-h/unloading+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tro9rufPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/1ab0jmIs8UA/s1600-h/unloading+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5trpNrufQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/j4O0PA2D7Dw/s1600-h/unloading+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5trptrufRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/peryT4oE8xU/s1600-h/stairs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159836162464840978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5trptrufRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/peryT4oE8xU/s320/stairs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The stairs were a double flight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our rooms were on the first floor we all shared the bathroom and showers. You might think with 31 women we would have had a difficult time but that was not the case.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tudNrufXI/AAAAAAAAAII/KfRCcx8_jQc/s1600-h/hall+to+our+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159839246251359602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tudNrufXI/AAAAAAAAAII/KfRCcx8_jQc/s320/hall+to+our+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The hallway to our rooms&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tyKdrufeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cNR_-p6WB9s/s1600-h/DJ+and+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159843322175323618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tyKdrufeI/AAAAAAAAAJA/cNR_-p6WB9s/s320/DJ+and+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;DJ was my Roomie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t2mdrufsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Hi04GYAJj8c/s1600-h/our+room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159848201258172098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t2mdrufsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Hi04GYAJj8c/s320/our+room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This is the room I shared with DJ. Notice the bed on the left. I just had to bring my blankie and pillow. We didn't spend much time here. Actually, we were more like ships passing in the night, rather crashing in the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tzg9rufiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dkUpVKbhPWg/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159844808234008098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tzg9rufiI/AAAAAAAAAJg/dkUpVKbhPWg/s320/food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I must say we weren't lacking for food or drink. The meals were magnificent and the coffee, tea, or cocoa always ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t0ftrufmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C4nMzwzPD80/s1600-h/drink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159845886270799458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t0ftrufmI/AAAAAAAAAKA/C4nMzwzPD80/s320/drink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here we are waiting for food, getting food, and eating food. Hmm, must have food on the brain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t0gNrufoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5jEPxnnsU6g/s1600-h/waiting+my+turn+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159845894860734082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t0gNrufoI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/5jEPxnnsU6g/s320/waiting+my+turn+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t0gtrufpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4fMUtcObP70/s1600-h/waiting+my+turn+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159845903450668690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t0gtrufpI/AAAAAAAAAKY/4fMUtcObP70/s320/waiting+my+turn+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tzhtruflI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9JHqA2NuLRE/s1600-h/mealtime+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159844821118910034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tzhtruflI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/9JHqA2NuLRE/s320/mealtime+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tzhdrufkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ci-dh-Ooos8/s1600-h/mealtime+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159844816823942722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5tzhdrufkI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ci-dh-Ooos8/s320/mealtime+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t1qdrufqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Rgqy_FZ6u0Y/s1600-h/eating+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159847170466021026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t1qdrufqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Rgqy_FZ6u0Y/s320/eating+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t1strufrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D-Y1K2e-ML0/s1600-h/eating+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159847209120726706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t1strufrI/AAAAAAAAAKo/D-Y1K2e-ML0/s320/eating+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We had a great time having fun and sharing laughs, as well as, dilligently scrapbooking. I don't know about anyone else but I managed to get alot of everything done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t5p9rufxI/AAAAAAAAALY/4UOMVdaf1sI/s1600-h/scrapping+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159851559922597650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t5p9rufxI/AAAAAAAAALY/4UOMVdaf1sI/s320/scrapping+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t5qNrufyI/AAAAAAAAALg/aUgOp9m-MO8/s1600-h/scrapping+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159851564217564962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t5qNrufyI/AAAAAAAAALg/aUgOp9m-MO8/s320/scrapping+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t4ItruftI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2k_Qo4GMCNY/s1600-h/Scrapping+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159849889180319442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t4ItruftI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2k_Qo4GMCNY/s320/Scrapping+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t4ItrufuI/AAAAAAAAALA/ygUdChoBW6M/s1600-h/Scrapping+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159849889180319458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t4ItrufuI/AAAAAAAAALA/ygUdChoBW6M/s320/Scrapping+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t4JNrufwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d7-8KrLKfes/s1600-h/scrapping+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159849897770254082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t4JNrufwI/AAAAAAAAALQ/d7-8KrLKfes/s320/scrapping+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t8g9ruf4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7aqked35G6o/s1600-h/scapping+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159854703838658434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t8g9ruf4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/7aqked35G6o/s320/scapping+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Karen and Shawna had gifts and prizes for us. What fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t5rdruf0I/AAAAAAAAALw/TZnErUfWJ_s/s1600-h/Shawna+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159851585692401474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t5rdruf0I/AAAAAAAAALw/TZnErUfWJ_s/s320/Shawna+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t7Gdruf1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4KlY1d4vEfk/s1600-h/Scrapping+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159853149060497234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t7Gdruf1I/AAAAAAAAAL4/4KlY1d4vEfk/s320/Scrapping+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Grey Wolf did a lot of watching us Scrap and asking questions. Of course, we did our fair share of asking him questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDuNrugMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eyxS4fh5I6Q/s1600-h/Grey+Wolf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159862628053319874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDuNrugMI/AAAAAAAAAO4/eyxS4fh5I6Q/s320/Grey+Wolf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Saturday night it snowed just a little. Hah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDM9rugJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CgBowTeaFlE/s1600-h/Sunday+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159862056822669458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDM9rugJI/AAAAAAAAAOg/CgBowTeaFlE/s320/Sunday+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDNNrugKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AUjbRIp-dTQ/s1600-h/sunday+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159862061117636770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDNNrugKI/AAAAAAAAAOo/AUjbRIp-dTQ/s320/sunday+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDNtrugLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T9YW7ei-rOA/s1600-h/sunday+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159862069707571378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uDNtrugLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/T9YW7ei-rOA/s320/sunday+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Our cars and the road were snowblowed free for us. Quite a sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uARdrugAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/f_cxQQ_T_gs/s1600-h/snowblower+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159858835597197314" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uARdrugAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/f_cxQQ_T_gs/s320/snowblower+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uARdrugBI/AAAAAAAAANY/GnFUuyAJ3xU/s1600-h/snowblower+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159858835597197330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uARdrugBI/AAAAAAAAANY/GnFUuyAJ3xU/s320/snowblower+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrNrugDI/AAAAAAAAANo/a6Qn86urcDA/s1600-h/snowblower+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159860377490456626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrNrugDI/AAAAAAAAANo/a6Qn86urcDA/s320/snowblower+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sadly, came the leaving. Bye all and I hope we get together again real soon. This was just too much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uAQtruf-I/AAAAAAAAANA/V91qOo6rII4/s1600-h/leaving+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159858822712295394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uAQtruf-I/AAAAAAAAANA/V91qOo6rII4/s320/leaving+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uAQ9ruf_I/AAAAAAAAANI/6iF9AMU-UCk/s1600-h/leaving+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159858827007262706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uAQ9ruf_I/AAAAAAAAANI/6iF9AMU-UCk/s320/leaving+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I enjoyed my stay not only because of the opportunity to scrapbook til I dropped but also because of the scenery. As a watercolorist, I am always looking for pictures to paint and I found some great ones. Let me share a few with you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-ktruf6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Flu939ZbUns/s1600-h/snow+on+the+trees+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856967286423458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-ktruf6I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Flu939ZbUns/s320/snow+on+the+trees+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-kNruf5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ordmSZyx9wI/s1600-h/icicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856958696488850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-kNruf5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ordmSZyx9wI/s320/icicles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-k9ruf7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WseObabJuGo/s1600-h/Sunset+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856971581390770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-k9ruf7I/AAAAAAAAAMo/WseObabJuGo/s320/Sunset+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-l9ruf8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/wqw59jIotxw/s1600-h/sunset+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856988761259970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-l9ruf8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/wqw59jIotxw/s320/sunset+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-l9ruf9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yzcryJSDRoQ/s1600-h/sunset+from+the+lodge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159856988761259986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5t-l9ruf9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/yzcryJSDRoQ/s320/sunset+from+the+lodge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrtrugGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QYbCReUwt8s/s1600-h/window+view+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159860386080391266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrtrugGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QYbCReUwt8s/s320/window+view+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrtrugHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/naPsCBGzgow/s1600-h/window+view+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159860386080391282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrtrugHI/AAAAAAAAAOI/naPsCBGzgow/s320/window+view+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrdrugFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wOM4XucrNtM/s1600-h/window+view1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159860381785423954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uBrdrugFI/AAAAAAAAAN4/wOM4XucrNtM/s320/window+view1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8sR9Ec6k8nY/R5uGntrugNI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HLHKgYj30a4/s1600-h/another+window.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I must say I had a wonderful time and I hope you enjoyed my blog.  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