tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43688271639105072692024-03-05T12:15:18.735-07:00Mean Mommy UniversityCamrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.comBlogger254125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-73203126255271160442012-07-02T09:52:00.001-06:002012-07-02T09:53:50.018-06:00BEAR LAKE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslLn_0DquHHDE3L0j9kmFMOTJCdjr89-aDBlOhgBwToaBN19KqQpMOjkL3geUvU06fCxYGSspwmjd41VqRJ27AkLN1NJKuwfbho3ceG8h5apk1r4QdtPHurgdpQBopv8TFJcXHLVv00Pe/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslLn_0DquHHDE3L0j9kmFMOTJCdjr89-aDBlOhgBwToaBN19KqQpMOjkL3geUvU06fCxYGSspwmjd41VqRJ27AkLN1NJKuwfbho3ceG8h5apk1r4QdtPHurgdpQBopv8TFJcXHLVv00Pe/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" vca="true" width="320" /></a></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Heading to Bear Lake, Utah soon. Love that place. I have yet to see a bear...</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No complaints!! :0)</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They have the best chocolate dipped raspberries! Bear Lake is known for their famous rasperberries. Honestly, I plan our vacation every year--making sure we head to Bear Lake every summer so that I don't miss out on their chocolate covered rasperberries. (Sad when you plan a vacation around chocolate--but it's THAT good!)</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There is this tiny shop connected to the pizza parlor in town. IT'S WORTH A STOP. Everytime I walk inside, I've walked into chocolate heaven. I usually walk out of that shop having spent enough to fund the tiny town through the slow months of winter from my purchases of chocolate alone. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Hmmm....</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">They don't put wax in their chocolate, so it melts the second you touch the chocolate. My hips and thighs protest, but I make sure my daughter takes the front seat so I can sit in back and give my love handles room to expand across the backseat. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How did this whole post turn to chocolate?</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's probably our family's favorite yearly vacation. The water is shallow--perfect for kids--and it stays shallow for at least a mile out. There's small waves, seashells, warm and great sand, it's like a mini ocean. But the perks are--it's shallow, warm, I don't have to worry about my kids getting sucked out by a freak wave only to battle a riptide and then get eaten by sharks. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">See. Perfect. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bear Lake regulars: Do you know of any great haunts or fun places to go? Is there a shop or great place to take the kids? We stay in Logan and I'm unfamilar with that city too. Any fun or great places to take the kids while in Logan? </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-68544549278044714042012-05-29T08:44:00.001-06:002012-05-29T08:44:27.195-06:00RECRUITING ADVICE!<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Something I have always struggled with--is my hair.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My hair and I have never been friends. Never. I remember as a kid, hacking it all off (to my chin) because I thought that would be the solution to getting better hair. The idea of starting over. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It's hard to style fine, limp hair. Fine hair is one curse. Adding limp body--is an extra punch I could do without. I wish there was some method of thickening it up! </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And then I see all these cute girls with beautiful curled hair. I know everyone has a different technique, s</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">o I'm curious (okay, desperate) how does one get those big, huge curled locks?! The kind that doesn't look to have been used with a curling iron.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And one secret I learned, is how important it is to use the right kind of hairspray on your hair. Some hairsprays hold like a rock--while they make products designed for fine haired girls, like myself, that give you the freedom of movement where others hold it stifly. Sexy Hair has a product called Smooth and Protect for straight hair--and that is awesome stuff to use if you suffer with fine hair.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So now I'm on a mission to figure out how to get body for my hair and how to get huge curled locks! It's pathetic to be my age and STILL trying to figure out how to style my hair. You would think at my age, I would have figured it out by now. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Has anyone else struggled with this too, how to manage limp and/or fine hair? Have you found a method that helps you? Is there a curling method that you've found that works great?</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-20087135657666361282012-05-19T16:45:00.000-06:002012-05-19T16:46:04.064-06:00OOPS, I DID IT AGAIN!<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Never say Never.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That is a lesson I "never" took to heart. Or learned....</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Because....</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I...may....have...done....myself...in....this....time.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Fact #22 about me: I am a sucker for cute faces...and puppy dog eyes. In little puppy faces. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">With bad-smelling puppy dog breath...</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4i1jNF8UmwShXyRm3a6Nf69wwW016zvAyFDRFCd5J9SSmTUaS7Qda27_6uaqtxPFBZOvwOiMgVqmt2pwf82S6Dg1wPG4HODz_N9HwkedeXDoZZh9fXJF-wWi9-y_r_qrz_DXW1slY1_E0/s1600/2012-05-18_15-06-37_585.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4i1jNF8UmwShXyRm3a6Nf69wwW016zvAyFDRFCd5J9SSmTUaS7Qda27_6uaqtxPFBZOvwOiMgVqmt2pwf82S6Dg1wPG4HODz_N9HwkedeXDoZZh9fXJF-wWi9-y_r_qrz_DXW1slY1_E0/s400/2012-05-18_15-06-37_585.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Not the best picture, but say hello to our newest family members--Clover (or Chloe, on the right) and Minion (or Mini, on the left)</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I swore after my horrible last dog, (which we got rid of after it chewed up our sprinkler hoses, dug holes, destroyed 7 trees, ripped out the grass, ruined the molding along the door frames, bit my children 3 times, hard enough to break skin, ruined shoes, peed on everything, need I go on? And that dog was kennel trained!)</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> I swore I would never ever ever never NHEVVVERRR buy a puppy again. That last puppy was the dog from h#*%$!</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But things change. I did my research and now...we are the owners of two puppies! King Charles Cavaliers.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm insane.</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I won't lie. It's like raising twin newborns. (We even get up in the night every 3-4 hours to take them potty!) As if my year-old baby wasn't enough hands-on busy time...</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's a long story, but we both thought it was time for another dog. We just didn't plan on 2. </span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yeah...that's where I come in. My bad--but honestly look at their sweet faces! How could you say no!?</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Okay, I thought of at least 7 reasons to answer that no as I typed that---but I--(insert sing-song voice) I am <em>not listening!</em> :)</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Sucker, sucker, sucker. That's what it boils down to. :)</span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgUKU02RPzxhbkLIUISFUQfpcON800QKcuZopoqrsEvl7LYIO5i9ysbSC3aDhZlM1mE8406xhr_4u7kB4ESfANiYgJ7IVad2Tndpc9rcuVv2mRRV78IHytF0oT51nbK5ng2eAUB-YOvH8/s1600/2012-05-18_16-12-48_342.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqgUKU02RPzxhbkLIUISFUQfpcON800QKcuZopoqrsEvl7LYIO5i9ysbSC3aDhZlM1mE8406xhr_4u7kB4ESfANiYgJ7IVad2Tndpc9rcuVv2mRRV78IHytF0oT51nbK5ng2eAUB-YOvH8/s400/2012-05-18_16-12-48_342.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-39062528446060289472012-05-07T09:42:00.002-06:002012-05-07T09:44:13.089-06:00BOOK JUNKIE!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBtrV974fe0gbX4B4lPHOu5jfwgdXt4oNS_vIwL1wOdBrnK4dfWTJmWTsSOtuOHomR-uOl1cLqyADMi1ttiNV5MCCfD2Be4DOOHzDeMcOUpYrwPk-qVMAsAIhTLWCrm5t9DBiJgjJBk1j/s1600/jhj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" mea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQBtrV974fe0gbX4B4lPHOu5jfwgdXt4oNS_vIwL1wOdBrnK4dfWTJmWTsSOtuOHomR-uOl1cLqyADMi1ttiNV5MCCfD2Be4DOOHzDeMcOUpYrwPk-qVMAsAIhTLWCrm5t9DBiJgjJBk1j/s1600/jhj.jpg" /></a></div>
<br />
<br />
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Just started this! EEEK! I hate waiting--it's been a year! </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyone else caught up in this awesome trilogy? I've heard this is better than the first book.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I can't wait to see Tris and Four kick some butt in this.I think this series just may rival the Hunger Games. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br /></span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If you can't get a hold of me dear friends and family, I'll have my nose stuck in a book. I'll only be taking breaks to change diapers and to go pee. Everything else is on hold. ;)</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div style="text-align: center;">
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-39248189404399514922012-05-04T10:24:00.002-06:002012-05-04T10:24:16.109-06:00HAPPY FRIDAY<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My husband and I invited some dear friends over for dinner and they brought the most amazing bread! </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It's an indian dish that they serve with curry vegetables, soups, etc. I didn't know what to expect. But I was eager to try. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I inhaled. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It tasted like homemade scones. I ate in heaven.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Bread is a weakness of mine, truth be told.</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Anyway, I scoured the internet and found this recipe from Allrecipes.com</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I'm planning on making navajo scones tonight and this will be the scone I'll use. Give it a try. You won't be sorry. It is one of the best things I have put in my mouth. </span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Here's the link:</span></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<a href="http://allrecipes.com/recipe/naan/detail.aspx?event8=1&prop24=SR_Title&e11=naan&e8=Quick%20Search&event10=1&e7=Home%20Page">http://allrecipes.com/recipe/naan/detail.aspx?event8=1&prop24=SR_Title&e11=naan&e8=Quick%20Search&event10=1&e7=Home%20Page</a></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>
<div align="center">
<br /></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-77462265033408568712012-04-02T18:52:00.006-06:002012-04-02T21:41:52.557-06:00THIS AND THAT AND BOOK RECOMMENDATIONS<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Has it really been that long since I blogged last?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Life is on full speed. Five kids. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">count 'em. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">1.2.3.4.5.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">That is a lot of kids.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And I am so outnumbered!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">To be honest, I've been going through this crazy funk. I just don't want to do anything. I don't want to clean. I don't want to cook--let the kids have cereal every night. There's some nutritional value in there, right? I think I'm just trying to tread water these days but it's not that it's been bad, in fact, it's been good, it's just crazy. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I need to take the moments to just record life. Before it's gone. Because I will forget.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And in this crazy, chaotic life, I've found time to read. {A-MAZ-ING huh?!}</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I am always up for book recommendations, so I'll give you mine. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*Divergent, by Veronica Roth</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qS3o3TbdaAO6e5FeS3Qgi-XS3j_R3RiF3w4xeo7w7K0VSGnwzBYdSn0yqD9uNVdCW23K-O_JPE8QNaT8Pyafo_zhHp16kV4nv78dgtT9OlqX8_JVJYEeuCQ_Bke9rqJ-SGGK8XKejf-w/s1600/divergent.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2qS3o3TbdaAO6e5FeS3Qgi-XS3j_R3RiF3w4xeo7w7K0VSGnwzBYdSn0yqD9uNVdCW23K-O_JPE8QNaT8Pyafo_zhHp16kV4nv78dgtT9OlqX8_JVJYEeuCQ_Bke9rqJ-SGGK8XKejf-w/s1600/divergent.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Amazing! {Thank you, Kari friend!} I don't want to write a novel, so just go to Amazon or Goodreads and read the customer reviews. I am eagerly awaiting book 2, Insurgent, coming out in MAY!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*Birthmarked, by <span style="font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">Caragh O’Brien </span></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganbIAmzkvtu3YQAlQx9QHy3ZnfMB_wE7L95I1NGKVZCYHEI5BZboHjwe5QfHLBxk0wqQ1_Co-VLrV7iTXg-ACEN4Q5DpfmdWVEdySkIrl6KK5FnqLSXuzJAmAJdRFX6WGf3wCVhvh7fvO/s1600/51LckRfGl1L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEganbIAmzkvtu3YQAlQx9QHy3ZnfMB_wE7L95I1NGKVZCYHEI5BZboHjwe5QfHLBxk0wqQ1_Co-VLrV7iTXg-ACEN4Q5DpfmdWVEdySkIrl6KK5FnqLSXuzJAmAJdRFX6WGf3wCVhvh7fvO/s1600/51LckRfGl1L__BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">LOVE. And I'll tell you why. The protaganist isn't your usual chick. She's a strong, independant heroine, but she doesn't know that she is. I love that her...physical ailment...isn't a limitation. She doesn't allow herself to be marred by it. She accepts herself for who she is--and how brave the author is to write a lead role the way Gaia has been written. She doesn't fit the typical mold that all heroine's fall into. I wish there were more lead characters like her out there. And I LOVE that the first book isn't a love triangle. She likes one boy. And that is refreshing. AND he loves her for who she is. Inside and out. He overlooks her imperfections and loves <em>her</em>. And can I say yummy and swoon-worthy leading male to boot? Go to Amazon and read the reviews to find out more. I am loving this trilogy!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*Unearthly by Cynthia Hand</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqq5hlpcnl4W3oeqsLjSdXnGVkribdvN7nMNu7CYP3cYrxVIeJQawqwD9UfkII1vsCO5iZp3z2uThR9Gq4QguqXx4XkSg63Ci_XrSGPy_U0_epPw7tZRJ4nzGia0u8eArrzKmHZUEGM4eg/s1600/unearthly.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqq5hlpcnl4W3oeqsLjSdXnGVkribdvN7nMNu7CYP3cYrxVIeJQawqwD9UfkII1vsCO5iZp3z2uThR9Gq4QguqXx4XkSg63Ci_XrSGPy_U0_epPw7tZRJ4nzGia0u8eArrzKmHZUEGM4eg/s1600/unearthly.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This one surprised me! I actually fell in love with this! I haven't read the second book--but the first book is good. I was torn between the two guys and who to root for. This one deals with angels--and I haven't read anything with angels, so it was refreshing from the typical paranormal vampire/werewolf/whatever-the-crap- paranormal-thing-is-wrong-with-them-to-make-them-super-c<span style="font-size: 11pt;">ovetously-</span>awesome. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*Dustlands, Red Blood Road, by Moira Young</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIcGloGWLUxswYzD3fupX9WDv7WJKL1latoivC7eCAm8hAF3gyTLJgI6l4UL-Z7vCzd00Fz5ITdpUgwrXGDq7aMWe4UyV2UpNGGkaqxZacwUDdgdaxi5eN0HljYLhkyHIV1wgVnmHPzPB/s1600/dustlands.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpIcGloGWLUxswYzD3fupX9WDv7WJKL1latoivC7eCAm8hAF3gyTLJgI6l4UL-Z7vCzd00Fz5ITdpUgwrXGDq7aMWe4UyV2UpNGGkaqxZacwUDdgdaxi5eN0HljYLhkyHIV1wgVnmHPzPB/s1600/dustlands.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Okay. This dystopian was a mixed bag for me. In hindsight, I. LOVED. IT.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Warning: It reads like no other book you probably have ever read before. The first 50 pages were so obnoxious, I closed it and refused to read it. But all the reviews boasted how "awesome" it was and that left me in a stupor. Why? Why freakin' why was this book so great?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I couldn't place this book. I waited for dialog. I thirsted for it. And then 20 pages into it, I realized, it's full of dialog, it just didn't have the "quotation marks" I am so used to seeing to know when a character is speaking. So it confused me. {Which is an understatement}. I thought they were aliens on another planet and speaking to each other through their minds. I though the author didn't know how to write past a 3rd grade level. I thought she never cared to go through her manuscript and check "spellcheck". I thought the author somehow published the book without getting the manuscript edited and cleaned up. And then I became envious because if she could get a book in print without spellcheck with rave reviews and be on the bestseller's list--then that lowered the bar for my standards--not to mention it somehow elevated my hope--that I could get a book published!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then I realized--her writing, her prose--it was intentional.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This makes you want to run out and read it right?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But I was wrong. <strong><span style="font-size: large;">Way wrong!!</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I picked it back up and FORCED myself to page 50. And then something happened. I figured out the lingo, toughed it out--and you know what? It's probably one of my all-time favorite books! No, really! It was so hilarious, so fun--I want to read it again. Saba is a strong, independent heroine. The romance in it had me laughing all the way to the end. Jack just knows how to push her buttons. And he's good at it!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Seriously. Read this book. It is so incredibly good! Once you get past the page 50 mark, you forget everything and can just enjoy the read. I'm so glad I did! And I finished the book realizing the author is a sheer genius.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I highly recommend it!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm anxiously awaiting book 2! And the cover page is yummy, I won't lie. :)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Does anyone have awesome book recommendations? I'm always trying to add to my library! Which books are your favorites? Which book do you always go back and read over and over again?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-72705838851365776122012-03-02T13:44:00.000-07:002012-03-02T13:44:02.576-07:00SNIPS AND SNAILS AND PUPPY DOG TAILS<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Welcome Precious Baby Boy! </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhhl_BQBmkEfj2sMAQCl4D0EX_q-x4ztxyMTALeL5apMfrdbis4p5tPO3LB6RvB3DsSl8NNoacx3wfmiJnGfmRMZYU2xGcd-I0gyVdGj621hZ5-oxcQeU9gqOs4DsUbKHB650x-5FT1aa/s1600/431089_10150610566932605_726582604_9319456_1851737983_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbhhl_BQBmkEfj2sMAQCl4D0EX_q-x4ztxyMTALeL5apMfrdbis4p5tPO3LB6RvB3DsSl8NNoacx3wfmiJnGfmRMZYU2xGcd-I0gyVdGj621hZ5-oxcQeU9gqOs4DsUbKHB650x-5FT1aa/s1600/431089_10150610566932605_726582604_9319456_1851737983_n.jpg" uda="true" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Isn't he an angel? </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jordan, over at <a href="http://www.meanmommyacademy.blogspot.com/">MMA,</a> just had her baby yesterday! </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There is something so amazingly peaceful about newborns and the enormity of love they bring with them. Definately Heaven sent. ;)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Jo, I wish you a speedy recovery, a freezer stocked full of ready-to-eat meals, and time to rest as you get to spend all your time--and nights ;)--bonding with your new precious son. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He's one beautiful boy!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-large;">Congratulations!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-11067188917569021192012-02-26T16:01:00.000-07:002012-02-26T16:01:36.372-07:00MY PORTRAIT<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My 9 year old daughter, Bisquick, drew this picture of me:</span></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYE6_O5M0Ml2lkVgvYm3Fh-mpLNVfYbkrh4-9ZhJnoO2TipKx8OPVDI3ywmHrF8AeMPP8Ltb04S9J2CIvTAlJKAfSoU1TDvrZvn9yqzo0lXzjVzF_Pi1TloyB1V9PRsT13t6g0O0lIDv8p/s1600/chynna's+picture+of+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400px" lda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYE6_O5M0Ml2lkVgvYm3Fh-mpLNVfYbkrh4-9ZhJnoO2TipKx8OPVDI3ywmHrF8AeMPP8Ltb04S9J2CIvTAlJKAfSoU1TDvrZvn9yqzo0lXzjVzF_Pi1TloyB1V9PRsT13t6g0O0lIDv8p/s400/chynna's+picture+of+me.jpg" width="226px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">All I have to say is: "HELLO DOLLY!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Either I'm touting some awesomely cut muscles to walk like that, or my arms are struggling to hold up their front weight. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Or maybe someone has been playing with the air pump at the gas station...again... </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This picture makes me giggle (I'm barely a 'B' cup!) and I sure wish I had that waist! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;">*Note: Real name has been changed, nickname assumed. I would never name a child Bisquick--thought I should clarify. :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-41055297505442695552012-01-24T16:01:00.001-07:002012-01-24T16:05:06.714-07:00DEATH OF A LONG FRIEND<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm a little heartsick today.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My 7 year old friend died.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My computer.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Yep. My computer died. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">(I hope you didn't have tears in your eyes--that would be wasted water!)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">It was coming. It had a very prolonged death, but then that nasty trojan virus came and kicked its knees out from under whatever remaining months and possible year it had left, and it died a swift and tragic death in a matter of 60 seconds.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I helped killed it. On accident.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Darn, mailicious virus. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Miraculously, I saved ALL my information the week before, so I didn't lose much, or this post would be WAY tragic.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So my husband and I have been in talks. We are on the crossroads of wondering what to do now. Mac or PC?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">We had a PC--but everyone keeps saying the MAC is so much better, so much cooler. So please help! What do you like better? The mac or pc? Why?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And my biggest question as I type this on my laptop--if you are or have once been a PC user and switched to Mac--are you happy by it? Do you like it better? Are the programs friendly or is it a hassle? And how hard is it to transfer your programs from PC to the Mac?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I hate making big decisions this fast! So any help would be greatly appreciated! </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-19393681558119467612012-01-17T17:08:00.000-07:002012-01-17T17:08:55.623-07:00JUST TRY TO NOT LAUGH. I DARE YOU.<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My husband came home with this funny story--and I want to share.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He had a mom and her two kids walk into the clinic to be seen. Any time you bring kids--it's bound to get interesting. This is why I don't take kids. Unless, they are the ones who are sick.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Or we wait for daddy.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And frankly, to be honest, I'm not a brave woman. I would rather call in professional help (AKA my mommy or MIL) before I dare venture the doctor office, store, or any facility where I must take 5 kids on my own.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I. am. a. wimp.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Think what you want, but I am proud to wallow in the pool of pathetic and deseperate.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">ANYWAY--as I was saying,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This brave woman came in with her 2 adorable kids. 3 and 7 years of age. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Before my husband could start the exam, for whatever she had come in for,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">the 3 year old little girl asked him, "Dr. H? Can you pick up my mom?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My husband nodded. "Of course I can," he smiled.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">That for some reason, seemed to stump the little girl and she pondered on that.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Whereupon the 7 year old boy immediately voiced his awe. "Wow! Can you pick up an elephant?"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I have giggled at this <em>all</em> day long. Don't take this the wrong way--it's just the cute, innocent things our little kids tend to say...and at the wrong times.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Why is that? </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">:)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-54706263470794982192012-01-09T20:59:00.001-07:002012-01-09T21:00:40.883-07:00OFFICIALLY OBSESSED!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh41JHTGVOxr3GWkHkgjwkKf2dL_ioSJNmTiWLqjE-M2ZjkzG-7tU1V9FXa3ljOuIn3iYThmoBSNufpG7pJn6oMOdNvIyRiLj3zngof0Jyb_nx1ZJDrA_h2r_mVEDFAwKxRQ8YebaMom5/s1600/imagesCAK1NGJC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsh41JHTGVOxr3GWkHkgjwkKf2dL_ioSJNmTiWLqjE-M2ZjkzG-7tU1V9FXa3ljOuIn3iYThmoBSNufpG7pJn6oMOdNvIyRiLj3zngof0Jyb_nx1ZJDrA_h2r_mVEDFAwKxRQ8YebaMom5/s1600/imagesCAK1NGJC.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My name is Cam....and I'm addicted to the TV show: Once Upon A Time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Honestly--good TV. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">But then, I've always been a sucker for princesses, knights, and fairytales. Anything that helps me escape reality. Even if it's for an hour. :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(I won't go through the run-down of my day, but it includes a panic room, 120-volt magnesium-grade electrical lock that would make Magnito from X-MEN drool, a pitbull with vampire fangs and high heels--for specific and legitimate reasons, I assure you--and one envious fire-striped taser. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh, and a cupcake to make it all better. I would have asked for a cookie, but beggers can't be choosers. And this is where my TV addiction comes in.)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It's one of those shows where you can't wait till Sunday because you have to know what happens next. And the evil queen...seriously. Has there been anyone better?! I'm not the type of person to go out and buy TV seasons--but I <em>SO</em> plan on doing that with these beauties. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Once Upon A Time, you've turned me into a TV junkie!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlE-18TaFR-l7CfQg1a5RWxhgWQUqPo6kO_aKjgbBElY96SsyQeNnkfvlmXraWBA2lNs5CIah9OgnD_G8V5SiwxLF1unV4rFQkk3SzZxSWh4LIXPuK1EEOwyGid1ibtq_svk4nHjhMjvy8/s1600/snow+white.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlE-18TaFR-l7CfQg1a5RWxhgWQUqPo6kO_aKjgbBElY96SsyQeNnkfvlmXraWBA2lNs5CIah9OgnD_G8V5SiwxLF1unV4rFQkk3SzZxSWh4LIXPuK1EEOwyGid1ibtq_svk4nHjhMjvy8/s1600/snow+white.bmp" /></a></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-7501946155220070522012-01-03T10:11:00.005-07:002012-01-03T10:20:20.566-07:00I'M A FAN<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is the most beautiful rendition I've heard. David Archuleta is a beautiful person inside and out. This song gives me chills x10. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is all I want to say right now. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/kQVKJnZbAwk?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">For some reason, the sound isn't working on my computer. If it's not working on yours, here is the link. If you have a moment and want to hear this amazing song, click on this link below. You won't find this song on his album. Hopefully in the future! *fingers crossed!*</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<br />
<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQVKJnZbAwk&feature=related">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQVKJnZbAwk&feature=related</a><br />
<br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
</div><div align="center"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-47643133371563958732011-12-18T16:07:00.001-07:002011-12-18T16:08:28.555-07:00BREAKING DAWN SCENE--FEATURING ELLEN!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Okay. I laughed sooo hard. LOVED this!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She has to be my favortite comedian ever!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/u7q-MHT_0TQ/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7q-MHT_0TQ&fs=1&source=uds" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /><embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u7q-MHT_0TQ&fs=1&source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-27131714029486610282011-12-16T18:05:00.001-07:002011-12-16T18:06:14.697-07:00CHRISTMAS COOKIE<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This photo makes me laugh hard every year.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My 6 year old daughter--then 4--was decorating her sugar cookie while my hubby and I were entertaining family. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We found her by herself, decorating this on her own. This was the end result.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know I post this yearly--some are probably rolling their eyes--but it just may end up being a tradition. I giggle every time I see it. Hope you find joy in your crazy holiday season!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4moAwXWgzyrkLJyKbgQ2oUUhJIZMQUzT_G35Vb1uwMajpFqZ5m_ADyt5O6C9Apcv2tn02OyZtGN-1jujjSVIjBmRwpeS-zyuiV7uxmRgVPIacn4qfJUfNfCgvrsNYoRlafmBLVjGZUjEi/s1600/DSC_0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242px" oda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4moAwXWgzyrkLJyKbgQ2oUUhJIZMQUzT_G35Vb1uwMajpFqZ5m_ADyt5O6C9Apcv2tn02OyZtGN-1jujjSVIjBmRwpeS-zyuiV7uxmRgVPIacn4qfJUfNfCgvrsNYoRlafmBLVjGZUjEi/s400/DSC_0013.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-17043375007416280232011-11-18T16:45:00.000-07:002011-11-18T16:45:14.403-07:00TWILIGHT SPOOF<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In honor of the new Twilight movie coming out, I thought I would share this clip.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">This is Twilight, the first movie...and <strong>how it should have ended</strong>.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Enjoy!</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Nqvg0C90FhM?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="center"><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-31947294310602671282011-11-01T11:59:00.001-06:002011-11-02T07:25:36.713-06:00HALLOWEEN 2011<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">October is a busy month for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Aside from celebrating 2 of my kids' birthdays 4 days apart from each other, and the typical Halloween parties and such, our neighborhood hosted a Trunk-r-Treat.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Of course I decorated my trunk! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">How could I not?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">My morbid creativity juices did not fail me.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoE-B27_sz-inRYHLEDEJABVqCZqCrf9qAuuaddG7dFXOtHKJQl4fSkgKtqCSFjhanoxUD0dUcipsHPE9zklUh3ea-UZ3rtLU8QN7ixUTOoSis6popDvEhaiGqInCnVBIStg4rvDNaFQz6/s1600/2011-10-28_14-25-37_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoE-B27_sz-inRYHLEDEJABVqCZqCrf9qAuuaddG7dFXOtHKJQl4fSkgKtqCSFjhanoxUD0dUcipsHPE9zklUh3ea-UZ3rtLU8QN7ixUTOoSis6popDvEhaiGqInCnVBIStg4rvDNaFQz6/s400/2011-10-28_14-25-37_250.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">In that green bowl, sitting next to the potty seat, complete with toilet paper sticking out on the sides of the bowl, was where I placed my Halloween treats.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Yes, I handed out Potty Training treats to all of the neighborhood kids.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"><strong>*Bonus*</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A few weeks ago I was wracking my brain of what I'd be for Halloween.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Inspiration hit me like my hand hitting the bottom of the candy bowl. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Inspiration dawned on my mind like the word <em>'fat free'</em> on candy packages doesn't necessarily mean it's <em>'calorie free'</em>, but I like to pretend... <em>Shhhh....</em></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And an idea was born.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I finally realized what I wanted to be for Halloween. I was going to dress up, portraying my obsession. And drag my baby into it. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTQ1D2PR3zaqXrYwZMIb26kACUNjTp3XaE69WbStXUewHnLELCm4YFwDFUKbC32ER0tjhOPWXlL_w8qSPUp78VNlnLMyVMH3DUNoO3Vg1luDEqHH1WCzt7jMoUvKpG6nQ3_35NBfXGqsO/s1600/Picnik+collage+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihTQ1D2PR3zaqXrYwZMIb26kACUNjTp3XaE69WbStXUewHnLELCm4YFwDFUKbC32ER0tjhOPWXlL_w8qSPUp78VNlnLMyVMH3DUNoO3Vg1luDEqHH1WCzt7jMoUvKpG6nQ3_35NBfXGqsO/s400/Picnik+collage+2.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I give you Cookie Monster--with her favorite Otis Spunkmeyer chocolate chip cookie!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">If you're just getting to know me, there's only one thing you really need to know. I have a terrible obsession for chocolate chip cookies. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I need counciling. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And an addiction treatment holding cell. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And a multi-prevention 12 step program plan. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And more chocolate chips. I just ran out....</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAwl0lElVYRNvZEtp77t_8DEyg29CFOd-IoOi7W82wiSYXEWEzsaI7vo1pvuPPlp9SK1cuZhHUQj0dWktOrFdn4zhNH_7zfUFBGlnfg_wlIGWpYcx5n8VsWPgPAZ_mBnhKjlvDpn6BWPt/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285px" ida="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdAwl0lElVYRNvZEtp77t_8DEyg29CFOd-IoOi7W82wiSYXEWEzsaI7vo1pvuPPlp9SK1cuZhHUQj0dWktOrFdn4zhNH_7zfUFBGlnfg_wlIGWpYcx5n8VsWPgPAZ_mBnhKjlvDpn6BWPt/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I hope your Halloween was as festive, fun, and full of sweetness as ours!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">And I will have to blog about the highlights of our Halloween night another time....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Okay, I'll just tell you now.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So my brother came with his wife and 3 kids. (Doesn't that sound like a punchline to a joke?)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">As they went trick-or-treating around the neighborhood, they kept their little year old baby in the stroller. So my brother went up to the door in her place. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">By. himself.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">So as the neighbors were passing out the candy to the 4-11 year old kids in our group, you can imagine the reaction on their faces when they saw my 30-year old brother stand there (alone) in his pirate costume, purple bucket and say, "Trick or treat!"</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Seriously.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">The image is just as hilarious as it was in person. They didn't know he had a kid waiting out in the stroller. They just saw a grown adult, dressed up as a pirate, trick-or-treating with the littles in our group. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">He had more than one person staring at him thinking, 'Aren't you <em>too old</em> for trick-or-treating?'</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Funny, funny, funny!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">I hope you all had a Happy Halloween and a memorable one!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-55236977574249925402011-10-17T11:59:00.002-06:002011-10-17T12:08:40.854-06:00SO SOOO FUNNY!<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Click on the link below: </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"></span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<a href="http://www.ksl.com/?sid=17627156&nid=1011">http://www.ksl.com/?sid=17627156&nid=1011</a><br />
<br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Then watch the attached video <u>in</u> the article on Netflix.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I laughed and laughed....and laughed....laughed some more....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">LOVE Saturday Night Live. :)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*Note* It will be a black screen when you click on the embedded video. </span></u></div><div style="text-align: center;"><u><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It will take a minute or two to load.</span></u></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-23660962020857767122011-10-11T10:29:00.000-06:002011-10-11T10:29:42.999-06:00SOLUTION TO SOLICITORS<div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've come up with an awesome idea. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well, maybe it's awesome for me, but I came up with an idea for all those door-to-door salesman that come knocking, trying to sell me something "so amazing" that it will save me money. Hense, they IGNORE my "No Soliciting" sign.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">*sigh*</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I know it's a tough economy, but really? It respectful to obey the homeowner's wishes. You are already on the wrong foot should you choose to ignore their signs. I know I've blogged about this before, but can you see that I have a problem with solicitors?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I want to put something up on my door that says, "I don't care if it'll save me money, I don't want your product!"</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(read: go away or I'll let my feral 4 year old bite you.)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My mom bought some great Halloween decor. I fell in love with the skeleton she had.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvZibH5EErFM906VqKeBlpQFx37BPNxMWW00jvJCBUWGRSrBpcY8qGgXQ2VU3WCzlWbU7gyVu31q1DG1IhjHyuK00I9FpFc3inzkxiWAcwMS1ORBFKvoiNObGs9i9w0dmPX5ox8N_Ntyl/s1600/imagesCA585UET.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFvZibH5EErFM906VqKeBlpQFx37BPNxMWW00jvJCBUWGRSrBpcY8qGgXQ2VU3WCzlWbU7gyVu31q1DG1IhjHyuK00I9FpFc3inzkxiWAcwMS1ORBFKvoiNObGs9i9w0dmPX5ox8N_Ntyl/s1600/imagesCA585UET.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It was then I had an ingenious idea!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Forget the Halloween wreaths, move over cutesy pumpkins, bats, and hay bales, I am now going to hang this 3 foot skeleton from my door. And it will look just like this:</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3Blz5pnuDO74Au6ujpbIjVutRO2qkbJrLZ2fza26I-uGbZSX3qVM9UJfKrGRRzLVw-JuHORgm-0ben3Ttegv6n7WeNVR0oTsXn7Y5SnlX2lN9sodc1D66hbBU54vo7kU-aMNmTdWkcmG/s1600/imagesCA585UET.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3Blz5pnuDO74Au6ujpbIjVutRO2qkbJrLZ2fza26I-uGbZSX3qVM9UJfKrGRRzLVw-JuHORgm-0ben3Ttegv6n7WeNVR0oTsXn7Y5SnlX2lN9sodc1D66hbBU54vo7kU-aMNmTdWkcmG/s1600/imagesCA585UET.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Giving my skeleton a halloween costume, complete with pirate patch, fake beard, and sash, I will hang a sign down from it's ribs and it will read in bold letters:</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Here ye be warned!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">NO SOLICITING!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Failure to adhere to the code, must suffer the wrath of this household and have yer corpse strung up like Larry, the last solicitor who dare challenge the code…</span></strong></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">LOVE it. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And I like it so much, I'm going to keep it up for a long time. Truly. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Novemeber, I'll just dress it up like a pilgrim.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(It'll look mighty handsome in a cummerbund. And more threatening with a musket.) </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Decemeber--well duh. Santa. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(although it would make a cute skeletal reindeer)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">February: Cupid</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(Come on, wouldn't that make you smile? I'd love to see a cloth diaper on him. But I won't be changing his diapers.)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">March: leprechaun</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">April: Easter bunny</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(Awww. The first ever Easter skeleton.)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">(wannabe...) </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">See. Impossible ideas abound!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No doubt it will catch the next solicitor's eye, one who dared pretend he didn't "see" the 'no soliciting' sign on my doorstep <u>WILL NOT</u> miss this! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I ♥ Halloween</span>.</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-58569497405902417862011-10-03T08:53:00.000-06:002011-10-03T08:53:41.392-06:00MATH WOES<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVQpgmavmSPq_McRUZA7ueeUYlcMNkAcemVBC3QZRCoZJ0QhHj5I0JS2Tq9NpDhyphenhyphenzjm6sZb-5qA8Y6pKtaJaK56B6jIAcdy5r4yXEf43-u3CjkQcKq_cQnKF-AdmurhY-tdpYdoplXtCL/s1600/imagesCA4VY25F.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVQpgmavmSPq_McRUZA7ueeUYlcMNkAcemVBC3QZRCoZJ0QhHj5I0JS2Tq9NpDhyphenhyphenzjm6sZb-5qA8Y6pKtaJaK56B6jIAcdy5r4yXEf43-u3CjkQcKq_cQnKF-AdmurhY-tdpYdoplXtCL/s1600/imagesCA4VY25F.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Math. My heads hurts thinking about the subject. Since I can’t excel past a 3rd grade level (I cheated of what would be the next 9 years of my school life) (Kidding~ maybe…) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When I was in Jr. High, I remember soliciting help for a math problem I couldn’t do. All of them were your typical story problems, until I came to one I could not do. I still remember the Math story problem which was—AND I AM NOT MAKING THIS UP—</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><u>Q:</u></strong> <strong>Why did the nomad put his tent on the stove?</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Seriously. That was the question. Stumped, my friend Kari and I stared at each other and laughed. We flipped to the back of the book and raided the math answers. The answer?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">It was 3!</span> WHAT?! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If anyone can figure that out, I will crown you as Math Queen for Nomad Eternity.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So, math is not my subject of choice. My husband is on math patrol around here in helping the kids with their math homework. He’s smart. Book smart. And I’m…..well—so he was helping my 6th grader with some math homework. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Halfway through her homework, he started laughing. He then called me over and shared with me my daughter’s jewel of a math problem. A problem she did ALL. BY. HERSELF.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: orange; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong>*GOLD STAR!*</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: orange;"><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Here’s the math question:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">If you had a fraction strip folded into twelfths, what fractional lengths could you measure with a strip?</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Her answer: <strong>Your thumb</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Your thumb?” I turn to look at her. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">“Your thumb is at least an inch!” she protested. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Uh…that’s not what it’s sayin. But what’s even funnier—I can <em>TOTALLY</em> see her reasoning in how she answered that problem. Which makes me laugh harder.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Second part of the problem, part B: </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How is your answer in part (a) related to the factors of 12?</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Her answer: <strong>Because they are.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Oh, Math. Why must you confuse and complicate so many? </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I guess the apple didn’t fall too far from the tree. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.shutterstock.com/"><img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUuIpVLGIU5D1qb0gADIV_yy838ANRSweth8seVtuw9ol5BNdgyIya8D-sDaRXCuEBO8XAGmiW2aVzzu9uH3weyC41t4h0hWj-2qPmGuuhkMsSfy0PDg8o2eV8bKlo_DUK7cUvxvWYoXZv/s320/stock-vector-apple-falling-from-the-tree-vector-3206462.jpg" width="273px" /></a></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-59042473578432396712011-09-25T22:13:00.002-06:002011-09-25T22:20:46.774-06:00RANDOM<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> 5 kids keep life busy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Enough so, I actually forgot that somewhere out there in cyberspace, I had a blog. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My baby is now 4 months old. Already?! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Bittersweet to see the infant stage pass as we go now into baby stage. She's laughing, cooing, loving the fact that she has toes and knees that appear out of nowhere and dangle above her head, just out of reach that she can't get them. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've been thinking about Halloween. Usually, our family does a theme and we all dress up. Last year we were pirates. The year before we went as Robin hood and Maid Marian with their future children and pet skunk. (My son. He refused to wear anything other than that costume.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This year....I'm feeling a little like....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa-kNVPdoFsoWzOtqLSN0bBHtMpwRJ0tbuN8tLxEGjpmzresXFuEE63GhxTN5axyI-6n0-OnSvcZ3d2An1i-mvtzk2YG8iA79LlnxZv6_9orA2yPqrDewn1znDV_EczpgyrI9OjKH0BqW/s1600/DSC_0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="212px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNa-kNVPdoFsoWzOtqLSN0bBHtMpwRJ0tbuN8tLxEGjpmzresXFuEE63GhxTN5axyI-6n0-OnSvcZ3d2An1i-mvtzk2YG8iA79LlnxZv6_9orA2yPqrDewn1znDV_EczpgyrI9OjKH0BqW/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yeah. Something like this.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm not really into it. (Don't you love my daughter's face in this? I love her look of disgust.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">One daughter want to go as an army girl, the other wants to be a vampire fairy, (interesting mix, I know), and the other wants to be a cat, my son a car, my husband wants to be a vampire. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Me? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I want to be cool....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8jnQhfGjV2cXBrSGIw8NnT9Gmk4RSbCSgVGJ_8yBux_Ss9_lqw0oMHuU2JoJ_H2r41cna_g4mOsPB7Hvq90SG9BhRezy6ntDJCAwr37m1R69SAi0sPoTy0LA1QsIe5C0riWINU75h_yn4/s1600/DSC_0010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8jnQhfGjV2cXBrSGIw8NnT9Gmk4RSbCSgVGJ_8yBux_Ss9_lqw0oMHuU2JoJ_H2r41cna_g4mOsPB7Hvq90SG9BhRezy6ntDJCAwr37m1R69SAi0sPoTy0LA1QsIe5C0riWINU75h_yn4/s320/DSC_0010.jpg" width="223px" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Like this cool.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I thought of going as Octomom--(again)--but that's sooooo last year.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHGg2cEaF4_JJcaKkDj7Oq4y8teFRFocbWHAKNUc15HB-9gqp4SPN_Ayy483LXv7zdmvEhyC6HsWxhxYCGQi50h98NlYoNjNMCdiF50DvzIbNU3oPrDm_H8vs-dEb_suILAW7t8D_liXA/s1600/DSC_0223.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hca="true" height="312px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHGg2cEaF4_JJcaKkDj7Oq4y8teFRFocbWHAKNUc15HB-9gqp4SPN_Ayy483LXv7zdmvEhyC6HsWxhxYCGQi50h98NlYoNjNMCdiF50DvzIbNU3oPrDm_H8vs-dEb_suILAW7t8D_liXA/s320/DSC_0223.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<div align="center"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Looks a little Spaceball-ish, don't you think? (You've seen that movie, right?!)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;">Hey--I won an award for this, I'll have you know. I forget what category. Probably the: <em>"WHAT THE #$%@!..."</em> category. :)</span></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I'm trying to think of something fun I can do with my baby. Like be a chef and the baby be dressed as a lobster. But dude, I don't want to be a chef! I'd rather us reverse costumes and <em><strong>I</strong></em> be the lobster! I really am serious....but I don't think they sell Lobster costumes in adult size. Honestly, could you picture a lobster my size walking down your neighborhood street?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I like to be off-the-wall. That's just one thing to know about me. I don't like to be serious. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I thought of going as a Kangaroo--dressing my baby as my "joey". But let's be honest. I can't hop. Nor will I. And this white girl can't jump. And we'd look stupid. Really, a Kangaroo?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've always, ALWAYS dreamed of going as a sumo wrestler for Halloween. I've been trying to talk my hubby into that one for years now. He won't do it. Because he knows just for sport, I'll trip him while we waddle down the sidewalk and I'll jump on him--give the neighbors a good show. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He's afraid of blackmail. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">And the simple fact that well, what an dork Halloween brings out in me.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Besides, most sumo wrestling costumes are blow-up. If I did jump on him in an all-impressive Kung-Fu Panda move, I'd probably pop a butt cheek or something. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I've got it! GASP! I can't believe I didn't think of it before!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I guess you'll just have to wait and see what I come up with. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">How about you?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Have you thought about what you want to be or your kids? Do you make your kid's costumes or buy? Any off-the-wall and fun ideas out there? DO you dress up? I would love to know!</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-63016075329732180122011-08-27T09:43:00.000-06:002011-08-27T09:43:16.970-06:00PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT :)<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My darling 8 year old just informed me with some profound insight. After all these years, I've had it wrong. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">"Mom, did you know that fruit flies are really Chinese fairies?" </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Is <em>that</em> what they are? LOL. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">♥ Love her ♥</span></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-29325356503756438942011-08-15T09:24:00.004-06:002011-08-16T07:38:53.273-06:00EMBARRASSING MOMENTS BROUGHT TO YOU BY...<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sZTfaagxPYhfxGKd4VnYuIDyx3phDFZogBBHXNz0zgYGF9W3X60LMkKatvlt0uENIT1r2ldDrJXlI67hhgleJsjPz4pfgSRX5FhfTL9KcWFL0MHA2CFh_1pE37pxw7mAZ9XzPYneGf3I/s1600/6942470001_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="235px" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sZTfaagxPYhfxGKd4VnYuIDyx3phDFZogBBHXNz0zgYGF9W3X60LMkKatvlt0uENIT1r2ldDrJXlI67hhgleJsjPz4pfgSRX5FhfTL9KcWFL0MHA2CFh_1pE37pxw7mAZ9XzPYneGf3I/s320/6942470001_large.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em>(My first car. *sniff* I know, you're full of envy.)</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I had one of those memories that slam into your thoughts out of nowhere and suddenly, you’re crying tears because you’re laughing so hard. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So this memory is one of my “embarrassing moments” memories. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">♥ them! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I actually love to share my embarrassing moments because I love to laugh at myself. I’m a true blue dork. And proud of it!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I was 16 and I had a car—and it my very first time filling it with gas. It was a Friday night and my girl friends and I made plans to go up the canyon and have a BBQ and play Volleyball. I was the designated driver since I had the car that could hold all of us. (7—to be exact)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Everyone met at my house and soon we headed up the canyon. But first, I needed to gas up the car. Extremely nervous about doing it for the first time without my dad, I constantly looked at my gas gauge, knowing I had to get it soon, or all of us would be stranded on the side of the road. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No one wants a BBQ, stranded on the side of State Street. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My dad was very strict about letting me know that my car could only be filled up with unleaded gas. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nothing else. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So I pulled into the gas station and drove around the gas pumps looking for “unleaded” gas. All I saw was “supreme”, “regular”, and “plus”. Frustrated, I pulled up to a pump and looked around, searching for “unleaded” gas. My friends said to go ahead and fill it up anyway, but I told them it had to be “unleaded” gas—that my car only took a certain kind of gas. My dad was specific about that. Looking at my gas gauge, I didn’t think I had enough to go somewhere else and fill up without getting stranded.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">A man pulled up on the opposite side of our pump and as he filled up I gathered my courage and asked him, “Excuse me, Sir? Yes, do you have unleaded gas on your side of the pump?” </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The piece of straw he was chewing on, fell from his mouth and fluttered off his lips like a dirty pigeon feather as he looked at me with that expression that says ‘Wow, are you stupid’. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I was able at that point to fill in the blanks of what he didn’t say, but was obviously thinking: “And this girl didn't get a full ride into Harvard? Where's the justice!?”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Yep. Something like that....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">He glanced over and saw my car packed with all girls and he rolled his eyes. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I could have said at that point; ‘Yep, that’s right Mr. straw-chewing-man-who-looks-like-a-cow-in-the-pasture, this is a practical joke where we all entertain ourselves with my lameness while searching the city for UNLEADED gas! The joke is on you!’</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">While the man finished filling up his car with unleaded gas, I kept busy reading the beautiful colorful pictures they had printed on the gas pump that talked about static electricity and how you can light yourself on fire, complete with stick drawings. You know, children’s bedtime story stuff. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So after the man paid for his gas (back in the day when you actually had to walk in and pay) I waited until he drove off before slipping back into my car and driving around to HIS side of the pump. He said he had the right gas and I needed some. (Wait…that sounded gross….but you know what I mean!)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">WHAT I MEANT WAS: He had unleaded gas on his side of the pump—and my car was desperately low on gas. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">BUT….</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">There was only Supreme and Regular! HE LIED TO ME!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Jerk….</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Big jerk…. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">So after wasting a half hour at the gas station, I got back into my car and pulled out on the busy canyon road—going 15 MPH to conserve gas while I drove to the next gas station—where I was certain they would have unleaded gas. Sure, many people flipped me a kind bird here and there. I may have had a beer can chucked my way. I may even have heard a colorful swear word or two eloquently combined in a beautiful arrangement of hatred, BUT-- victory was mine as I FINALLY pulled into the gas station and saw the ray of light shinning down on the pump that read UNLEADED. Granted I nearly caused several traffic accidents by driving so slowly—and the ray of light shinning down was nothing more than the lone light flickering up above the roof of the gas station ready to die, but I had managed to find my beautiful unleaded gas that my car so desperately needed. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Moral of the story: Let your dang father fill up your big car before your outings — and never tell him all the details of what happened when he asks how your night was….unless you want to see him completely overcome with a fit of hysterical laughter that causes him to take off his glasses and wipe away tears. And then recite the story to his friends and family for the next decade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">True story.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-30889811462850582492011-07-19T09:15:00.000-06:002011-07-19T09:15:49.184-06:00KID HISTORY 5<div style="text-align: center;">These super hilarious guys made another "episode". Love ♥ LOVE these!</div><br />
<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/9yy7AP7Dh6w?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-2838199779358610822011-07-07T13:08:00.000-06:002011-07-07T13:08:48.080-06:00THE STORY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.babypicturesphotos.com/cutebabypictures/baby-feet-pictures/"><img border="0" height="285px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0BO5zt3GIr06rudg0-4Fvb67_JfgC8l9Tk4zkkjD9rvPgf_fATRZ0VYeE5x4nWzxhkIHk3LJhHk9KGeamc-4oswZ_3AoF-Sx17QCB6FPwDZrqD3roQrO2SMzDwNTzSrACy_CIxafUWnPL/s400/baby-feet-pictures.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Two weeks ago, life changed in a split second. Why is it that it takes a crisis to gain true perspective? When things like this happen to you, it’s never in slow motion. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">7 pm. It had been 4 hours since the baby last ate. She was in her bassinet in the kitchen and parked by the pantry door, and I knew as she began to stir awake that she was hungry. I began to make a bottle. She was 3 steps behind me. She made a weird noise and I quickly turned around to check on her. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">You’ve all seen newborns when they are startled. Their bodies go stiff, arms fly out, and legs go spread eagle. Their eyes are wide open, usually in shock as they adjust to whatever scared them. (My babies usually do this when I take them out of their bathwater and their body hits the cold air just before I wrap them in a towel.)</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Well, when I glanced over into her bassinet, her arms and legs were straight in the air, eyes wide open—but staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were full of fear. I ran to her and immediately picked her up, knowing something was wrong. She was making weird noises. Gasping sounds. Her little body went suddenly limp and she lost consciousness. I immediately screamed for my husband who came running. I threw him the baby and he began to assess her. She had stopped breathing, but she was now foaming from the mouth and nose, preventing us from administering CPR. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When anything happens to my children, I shut down. I can’t help, I can’t think. But I ran for a phone, asking over and over if I should call for an ambulance. I waited on pins and needles as my husband tried his best to revive her and help all 6 pounds of her. In a calm voice, my husband told me to call 911, but I could hear the panic in his voice. I braced myself to look at the baby. She was gray. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I don’t know what happened in all the moments that followed, but I remember feeling panic and a deep sense of loss. My newborn baby was dying. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I kept muttering a prayer, repeating it over and over as I cried. I prayed that she would be all right. I don’t know where my husband was when I was on the phone with dispatch—the operator kept prompting me to be in the room with the baby. I refused. I couldn’t bring myself to see that. I couldn’t force myself to go into the same room where my lifeless baby was being held by her father. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My husband has extensive training in emergency situations. As a Nurse Practioner he knows how to handle all kinds of medical drama and has saved lives; but knowing he was unable to help our daughter, knowing this was out of his expertise, I knew we were in trouble. That is when I lost it. If he couldn’t do it, and didn’t know how to help her then…</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The paramedics were at our house in 1 minute. (The perks of living a few streets away from the fire station!)</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The moment they arrived, my husband flung open the door and ran out to THEM. They came in our house eventually. I don’t know when or how long they were outside, I was in the kitchen, unable to be in the same room. I was a mess and I couldn’t watch as they began to suction out her nose, her mouth, and bring their instruments out to save her life. I couldn’t bear to see that. Even now, the memories haunt me. I can’t shake them from my mind. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My 2 week old baby began to scream. A wonderful sound! But it was the sound of agony and pain. Not the cry of hunger. I wanted to cover my ears as she wailed so loud. I have never heard a newborn cry so hard. I went into the room only to see three paramedics hovering around my husband who held the baby while police questioned me about what happened. I don’t know what I told them or what was said, my eyes were anxiously watching my baby.</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I remember seeing my front door open. Several ambulances outside, a fire truck, a police car…and my entire street lined with neighbors 3 people deep. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eventually, my baby began to recover. To make this short, we decided against transport and decided to take her to the ER ourselves. We called a neighbor to watch our other kids while we loaded her in the car to drive to the hospital. But before we left, 2 members of our faith, including my husband and neighbor, administered a blessing to her. As members of <a href="http://www.lds.org/">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints</a>, these blessings are sacred to us and we believe in their power to heal and help those who are sick or afflicted with infirmities. <a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng">{To learn more, click here.</a> Or, you can email me if you have more questions.} </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I don’t know what was said in the prayer. I didn’t hear anything. In fact, my baby began to choke again and I ran to her and began to suction out her mouth and nose while she was given this special prayer. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The ride to the hospital was an event all its own. I chose to drive, knowing I was no good to her as I bawled—but I could operate a car! Halfway there, my husband told me to “floor it”. No other words were needed as I knew—she had once again started to choke. I did 80 MPH down our highway—speed limit 45. My husband told me to pass people on the double line—I didn’t have time to argue. I broke all kinds of laws and we made it to the hospital in 5 minutes. (usually a 15 minute drive) He was getting panicky—which he NEVER has in his entire medical career. I knew then, the baby had stopped breathing again. As soon as I drove recklessly into the ER parking lot, the baby was already unstrapped from her car seat and my husband scooped her up and ran inside. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I had enough sense at that point to go park the car. But I sat there and cried for 20 minutes. I didn’t know what was happening—or what had become of her—and I was too chicken to get out of the car and be there with her. I kept seeing dramatic ER scenes from TV episodes run through my mind. (Stupid TV shows!) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Finally, I found the will to get out of the car—but I threw on my husband’s sunglasses to hide my swollen eyes. Still wearing my Pj top, my hair still a mess, sunglass on, I looked like the perfect zombie drug seeker as I walked into the ER. They led me back. Nothing ever prepares you to see your baby hooked up to all the machines. But she was calm, asleep, and they were waiting on tests that had been done. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My husband told me she would be just fine, but staring at our baby, I was skeptical. I couldn’t stay long as all the memories came flooding back. The reality of where we were was too much and I had to leave again. I sat out in the waiting room, sobbing, uncaring of who watched. I should really have worked harder on my faith; faith to believe that things were going to be okay, but post partum hormones kicked in and I wasn’t functioning. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">After another half hour of waiting, I had this terrible feeling (which I now believe to be conjured up by my fears) that I needed to be with my daughter in her final minutes of life. (This is something I live with for having an overactive imagination. You should take a walk inside my dreams—pure I.N.S.A.N.I.T.Y.) </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I went back into her room, fearful of finding a tragic scene, but she was still sleeping in her father’s arms, resting comfortably. It’s quite comical when you look back on it. My husband is calmly sitting there, holding our baby while she sleeps, and I’m sobbing like someone just ran over me with a backhoe!</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Anyway, it turns out a mucus plug got lodged in her lung, which cut off her airway and prevented her from breathing, which caused her to foam from the mouth and nose—and prevented us from administering CPR. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It was a freak accident. Something that just happened (and I dare say, something that doesn’t happen often) but as I look back on the incident, it happened at the perfect time when my husband was home. It was on a Sunday, and he and I were at the right place and time when it occurred. Should you take any of these coincidences away, she would have died. Had it been just me, had my husband not been home, had it been on a weekday when the roads were busier, etc—I believe she wouldn’t have survived. In fact, the miracle in this is, just two weeks before our daughter’s accident, our little city council approved 3 full-time paramedics to be at the fire station 24 hours a day—whereas, we had none before. Had this not happened, we would have had to wait 15 minutes for paramedics to arrive—15 minutes my daughter didn’t have. I know this because our neighbor had a massive heart attack 6 weeks ago and it took 15 minutes for help to arrive. In fact, his accident is what prompted city officials to approve full-time paramedics. Had that not happened…</span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have a hard time not playing the ‘what if’ game. Everyone is fine—baby is good and healthy. I am so grateful that her life was spared—that I get this precious chance to be her mom and that I get to raise her. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is life’s greatest calling and I am so glad I get a second chance. It just reaffirms to me in the hard times of parenting children, that this is STILL where I want to be. That THIS is what I want—given all the whining, drama, tantrums…the hugs, the loves, the smiles and giggles, the funny things kids say, FAR outweigh the negatives. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have heard people ask what others think the definition of hell is. My definition of hell is this: To not be their mom. To not get the chance to raise my own children—to not be around to watch them grow, live, and fulfill their dreams. I want to be around for that. I want them to be around so that I can do that. They are my children and I don’t want to share that parenting responsibility with anyone—they are mine to raise and I want them around—tantrums and all—so that I can continue enjoying in life’s greatest gift. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have often heard the phrase, ‘life’s tender mercies’; what happened to our family and being able to see my infant daughter make a full recovery is one example of life’s tender mercies. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">The price was paid centuries ago, but the debt we owe is incalculable. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We’re back to normal around here, as normal as it can be with a new baby in the house. We’re still adjusting to her schedule. The days are long, the nights even longer, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. </span></div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><div style="text-align: center;"></div><a href="http://www.babypicturesphotos.com/cutebabypictures/baby-feet-pictures/">*photo courtesy here*</a> <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
</span> </div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4368827163910507269.post-45483474220883842402011-06-23T21:40:00.000-06:002011-06-23T21:40:06.001-06:00THE BEGINNING OF A DISNEY FAIRY FALLOUT<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAidTj-w3ph0FB1y_IptfUIRZToAbYXRHb0S5ySrXBWLjjDwsbMt6omsi3ejhHtrNBWoKiBUAp3Uf9o-1qwm0mC_geYaG2ea6AIGB8uPVTUSATY6XWw8JlFxMvY5fOVLHf8vDbgEepfyf/s1600/feet+clip+art.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="293px" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFAidTj-w3ph0FB1y_IptfUIRZToAbYXRHb0S5ySrXBWLjjDwsbMt6omsi3ejhHtrNBWoKiBUAp3Uf9o-1qwm0mC_geYaG2ea6AIGB8uPVTUSATY6XWw8JlFxMvY5fOVLHf8vDbgEepfyf/s320/feet+clip+art.jpg" width="320px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Whew!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have a small moment to write. FINALLY! Okay--so newborns take a ton of time...I knew that, I just forgot HOW much time they consume. Every. stinkin'. ounce. But I ♥ her. Just like the handful of potato chips I keep sneaking in my 'I'm-hungry-and-I-need-something-to-eat-right-now' moments. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In fact, every minute is precious to me. I'm sleep deprived, I have dark circles and bags under my eyes, I'm emotionally exhausted, BUT I wouldn't trade it for anything. Because I have been given a second chance. So these moments mean more to me. Last Sunday, she nearly died. My two week old baby had a freak accident--something I'll write about in my next post, but yes, she nearly left this world. I won't lie. I was emotionally distraught and anxious all last week after the accident. So nothing else in life mattered. Just her. (And my family.)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">She is fine now. She is healthy. It was just a freak thing that happened. Again, I promise to write more about it in my next post, but to end on a lighter note, something that makes me giggle, my 8 year old came to me in a panic the other day. This is how it went down:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">8 year old: “Mom! Mom! Has the baby laughed?”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Me: “No….babies don’t laugh when they’re this little. It will still be several more months before she can do that.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">8 year old: “Whew! I thought I had missed it! Okay, okay....we're still good. You’ll let me know and come get me when she laughs for the first time, right?”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Me: “Sure….?”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">8 year old: “Good. I don’t want to miss watching a fairy being born when she laughs for the first time.”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">LOL! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;"> <u>CONFESSION:</u> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">We’re a very <strong>Disney</strong> driven household around here. ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My dilemma? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">When the baby is 3 months old and she laughs for the first time. My 8 year old has some pretty high expectations for that milestone…. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maybe I can print out some pictures online and quickly slap them on the wall. “Look honey! Those weren’t there before!”</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It’s True…I haven’t decorated the house in Disney fairies before….but she’s too smart for that. (And anyone with an IQ over 1)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Maybe I can buy some Sea Monkeys…</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">However, I just don't know how Sea Monkeys are going to smooth things over when she's expecting Tinkerbell fairies to be born when my daughter takes her very first magical laugh. :)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Camrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16076438379995511914noreply@blogger.com4