<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:10:55.440-07:00</updated><category term='Phoenix Zoo.'/><category term='shitzu yorkies puppies just born'/><title type='text'>crazydayzmomma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4741344099081940866</id><published>2009-06-28T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:41:48.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men, They heads dont think the same....</title><content type='html'>Here are a few answers to for someone special.. Number one, why would I write a blog about how much I miss someone.  Other than my brother.  Also, How stupid I look, for continually going back to someone who may never truly love me. Why would I write about my true feelings of rejection..... How many times, someone can hurt me, or about anyone, Im not interested in.  I wrote  a letter on here, to my brother, and asked the question how many guys can I date at once.  One, would automatiically think, that meant each day, or by some means, with in a close proximity.  But here's the scoop.  When I first got divorced I dated a guy from Wyoming.... Well, he went back to his ex.. broke my heart... Then, As you can see from my blog, I met Ryan, my best friend, and camping buddy.  I didn't write about all the times, he has broken my heart, and told me he didnt trust me.  Im sorry that I can't and dont express myself well enuf then.  Well, When and in my letter to my brother, I said that I wondered about guys, and please send me a good one.  Well, I wonder how many guys it will take, before I find someone that wants to be the one.  THE ONE&gt;  but that doesn't mean, dating more than one person at a time, it just means, that TIME in general, is huge.....When Ryan broke up with me for the upth time, I started to analyze it. Why do I keep going back after he thinks, he being alone sucks... When I was the one made to feel, like Something is wrong with me, and no one wants to be with me and wont in time,  TIME being a general term, not a right here and now minute.  Anyone, who can truly date more than one person at a time, is someone who has no feelings for other people.  So, This, my family is why I have always chosen to date one person at a time.  Giving each  guy a chance to prove himself and for me to see what and where it is headed.  Im sorry to the person this blog was intened for.  This specific blog from today.  This person has decided I was dating more than one person at a time, due to a sentence.  It should have read, HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL I HAVE TO DATE, BEFORE I FIND A GOOD ONE.  I THOUGHT I HAD FOUND THE ONE, AND WAS DUMPED ON MY ASS AGAIN......I keep picking up the pieces after each fall... well, glue only works for so long before the heart falls to pieces again.  Over time, I will date many people but at one time, only one at a time...... Ask anyone, what would be smarter.... Im not stupid, Im only stupid when I think that possible, I may find someone, who truly loves me, and wants to be with me..... Relationships are full of confusion, complication and hurtful things, that most will not say sorry to.  Please, all who read this blog today, read between the lines, and not on top of the lines, with out seeing where the truth lies....... The truth is in the middle somewhere, and most people fail to see what is real, especially when it is in their hands and or right in front of their nose..... This is the end, of another part of my life..... Do I dare move on... Im sick of it all... This life should be and is meant to be more meaning fulll, I keep trying to prove to one person who I am, and Im tired of it... If you could be a part of my life on a regular more consitant way, then you would truly know how truthful I am, and my family and friends would tell you the same.......Kara Sanders.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4741344099081940866?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4741344099081940866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4741344099081940866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4741344099081940866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4741344099081940866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/men-they-heads-dont-think-same.html' title='Men, They heads dont think the same....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-1657672094729439324</id><published>2009-06-13T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T21:46:52.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jason A. Tolman</title><content type='html'>I miss you more than my own life. You were awesome I hope you can hear me up there. Im sure you are busy, Your family is doing good, Norm is a good guy Kelly seems momentarily happy, and monitarily happy too. She's the lucky one. Think you can send me a good guy. I found a couple, one last summer, actually two, but all they both want their own lives and its a little time to start throwing up the red flags, and Im so in denial. How many guys will I have to date at once little bro. And in a year, I met two awesome people and here I am, still getting my heart broken.. You are up there, watch out for me, and make sure I pick a good one, send an awesome one, YOu know what I need. Pull your heavenly strings. I miss you. You were my only out as to who to talk to....... My kids miss you too,. They are with their dad for 6 weeks. I already miss them. Wish you were here to see them growing up. I"ll be sure to stop by the cemetary soon. Its hard for me.,,. I love you an miss you. I cry almost everynight especially now, that Im alone for so long. mentally and physically.  Ryan is not even around.  Either take me too, or make your self known occasionally. Love you older little sister. Kara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-1657672094729439324?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1657672094729439324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=1657672094729439324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1657672094729439324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1657672094729439324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/06/jason-tolman.html' title='Jason A. 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Why not put it back into your pocket?  I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="UIThumbPagerControl_Text"&gt;&lt;span class="UIThumbPagerControl_PageNumber"&gt;&lt;span class="UIThumbPagerControl_PageNumber_Current"&gt;Contact Wes Thomas he is the coolest agent ever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#550055;"&gt;Wes Thomas&lt;br /&gt;Bennett &amp;amp; Porter Insurance Services&lt;br /&gt;3260 North Hayden Road, Suite 112&lt;br /&gt;Scottsdale, AZ 85251&lt;br /&gt;WK :  (480) 212-1150 ext. 1151&lt;br /&gt;FX   :  (480) 212-1151&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-2314068443066182679?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2314068443066182679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=2314068443066182679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/2314068443066182679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/2314068443066182679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-insurance-ever.html' title='Best Insurance Ever!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-8974617769258786130</id><published>2009-05-22T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:11:52.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Men!!!!</title><content type='html'>What shall we say about men. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="titlewrap"&gt;&lt;h2 class="title" dir="ltr"&gt;All Men Are Jerks Until Proven Otherwise, &lt;span class="addmd"&gt;By Daylle Deanna Schwartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  can google that!  This is the reason why, I don't associate dating, with my family, and after 2 months, did I dare to share my children.  However they are dealing fine!  Why subject yourself to gossip, being the family topic of discussion, or rumors.  It is always like a game of TELEPHONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 id="firstHeading" class="firstHeading"&gt;Chinese whispers&lt;/h1&gt;       &lt;h3 id="siteSub"&gt;From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia&lt;/h3&gt;Anyone remember that game?  One person hears you say something, they tell someone else, and the whisper eventually comes back to you as something totally different.  So therefore, all of you who are a part of my life, you better hope you hear it from me.  So here goes.  Ryan, no longer my boy.  It's okay.  He's a great person, a good year with fun activities.  The kids had a great year.  Camping was our favorite.  Being single however completely single, is definitely not a fun part of life, unless you just don't care about anything.  I've met a few strange people, a few awesome people, and well, been stood up too.  It's all a learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't think I have any recent photos to post.  I've been lacking in the area of taking photos.  I will try harder.  So, Kelly got married.  Congrats to her.  I'm sure Jason would be happy for her.  As should all of us.  She posted on her facebook, so look there.  I will try to add her facebook to my list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE WEEK LEFT of school.  Yipee!  Have a great week, day, month, whatever till I post again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-8974617769258786130?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8974617769258786130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=8974617769258786130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8974617769258786130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8974617769258786130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/05/men.html' title='Men!!!!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-6762582074059482046</id><published>2009-04-01T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:43:18.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween 2008 Mesa and Showlow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPeesy8M3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/2vf83Gv8668/s1600-h/Picture+460.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319840203856950130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPeesy8M3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/2vf83Gv8668/s200/Picture+460.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; RIP Jason.... This was the last photo I took of Jason, before his passing.  Jason passed away on his birthday, January 2nd, 2009.  During this Halloween, we went to his Church to go on a trunk or treat. Needless to say, he sat on the trunk the whole time.  He was so good with the kids.  They loved their Uncle Jason.  There is a web page of his life and pictures, google Jason Aaron Tolman.  You will find it there.  Sure do miss him.  He has 3 children and 1 on the way.  He's probably holding her little spirit right now, waiting to send her down....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPeeAW5CaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/weFMfUXfrm0/s1600-h/Picture+476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319840191928142242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPeeAW5CaI/AAAAAAAAAcE/weFMfUXfrm0/s200/Picture+476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent Halloween night, in Showlow.  This is Maddy, the cat, Ryan's mom, and part Shelby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPedzGtGvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/z6Eqo1EnZUE/s1600-h/Picture+470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319840188370590450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPedzGtGvI/AAAAAAAAAb8/z6Eqo1EnZUE/s200/Picture+470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy and Shelby having a good time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdwR1md7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ieGPAQOUVFU/s1600-h/Picture+455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839406346368946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdwR1md7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/ieGPAQOUVFU/s200/Picture+455.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My brother Jeremy, and his daughter Kassandra, the cheer leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdwOR756I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3BVOWSL3_0o/s1600-h/Picture+451.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839405391472546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdwOR756I/AAAAAAAAAbs/3BVOWSL3_0o/s200/Picture+451.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Jessia Lynne, Lynne after me.  Cutie pie... Sweet and quiet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdwFy22nI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Enc37E1vzgg/s1600-h/Picture+445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839403113634418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdwFy22nI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Enc37E1vzgg/s200/Picture+445.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley bear, batman, and part Lacy.  Cutest red head ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdvzOqZLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/uuFjM8vX754/s1600-h/Picture+441.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839398129984690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdvzOqZLI/AAAAAAAAAbc/uuFjM8vX754/s200/Picture+441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My niece Macy..... little princess...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All three of my kids. They always  choose their own costumes.  Hmmmm.  Not sure about the scream death costume.  We have never even seen that movie.  Lacy wanted to be a witch, Shelby was Charpei from HS Musical, and Ronnie, well, whatever the scream movie calls it...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdvJESK-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/JcG0fPSmKJQ/s1600-h/Picture+437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839386812165090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPdvJESK-I/AAAAAAAAAbU/JcG0fPSmKJQ/s200/Picture+437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a good time.  Went to Overguard, and went to a party at the fire station there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-6762582074059482046?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6762582074059482046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=6762582074059482046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6762582074059482046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6762582074059482046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/halloween-2008-mesa-and-showlow.html' title='Halloween 2008 Mesa and Showlow.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPeesy8M3I/AAAAAAAAAcM/2vf83Gv8668/s72-c/Picture+460.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-3205390469545036152</id><published>2009-04-01T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:29:44.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in the cccccoooolllldddd! 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbbPWM6QI/AAAAAAAAAbM/G5lDZdhszJM/s1600-h/Picture+430.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836845877291266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbbPWM6QI/AAAAAAAAAbM/G5lDZdhszJM/s200/Picture+430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; This past year, we did a lot of camping.  We went to places like Big Lake, and Woods canyon Lake etc.  We had a good dirty old time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbavp96sI/AAAAAAAAAbE/AaZ9VMypFRc/s1600-h/Picture+423.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836837370260162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbavp96sI/AAAAAAAAAbE/AaZ9VMypFRc/s200/Picture+423.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbaF__3wI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MiqnndRzyzk/s1600-h/Picture+424.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836826188373762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbaF__3wI/AAAAAAAAAa8/MiqnndRzyzk/s200/Picture+424.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;This is my Ryan boy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPar5DZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uqm6g1iqLAM/s1600-h/Picture+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836032439018098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPar5DZ4nI/AAAAAAAAAa0/uqm6g1iqLAM/s200/Picture+422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; Gary and Carol went and met us there on this trip.  Above, is Maddy and her daddy.  Buddies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Brandon on Ryan's quad.  The kids love to go quad riding, especially if it is a fast ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPareBpSqI/AAAAAAAAAak/1JrcEXR6Fmg/s1600-h/Picture+412.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836025183881890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPareBpSqI/AAAAAAAAAak/1JrcEXR6Fmg/s200/Picture+412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddy and Shelby sure are good friends.  They always do fun stuff together. We made a fort out of tree limbs and sticks.  It was really rainy on this trip, so we did a lot inside the trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdParllmN5I/AAAAAAAAAas/E8cEK0cDU0E/s1600-h/Picture+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836027213723538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdParllmN5I/AAAAAAAAAas/E8cEK0cDU0E/s200/Picture+419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby all smiles when camping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdParOUC47I/AAAAAAAAAac/XrEUKA0-GpI/s1600-h/Picture+408.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836020966089650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdParOUC47I/AAAAAAAAAac/XrEUKA0-GpI/s200/Picture+408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby and Maddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPaq1gfSYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2Jd8cRj9sLk/s1600-h/Picture+405.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319836014307395970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPaq1gfSYI/AAAAAAAAAaU/2Jd8cRj9sLk/s200/Picture+405.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie does have a good time, just never smiles too much.  Hates me to take pictures.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-3205390469545036152?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3205390469545036152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=3205390469545036152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3205390469545036152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3205390469545036152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/camping-in-cccccoooolllldddd-2008.html' title='Camping in the cccccoooolllldddd! 2008'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPbbPWM6QI/AAAAAAAAAbM/G5lDZdhszJM/s72-c/Picture+430.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4571205244725382908</id><published>2009-04-01T14:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:12:33.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAZE  RIP Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPYc0rJkjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/l1YTmBWDH_Y/s1600-h/Picture+391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319833574542250546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPYc0rJkjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/l1YTmBWDH_Y/s320/Picture+391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is BLAZE.  She is Ryan's dog.  Read about her in another posting.  She was a good dog and a good friend.  She was put to sleep on Monday, March 30, 2009.  She had become paralyzed from the middle of the back down.  RIP GIRL..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4571205244725382908?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4571205244725382908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4571205244725382908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4571205244725382908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4571205244725382908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/blaze-rip-girl.html' title='BLAZE  RIP Girl'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPYc0rJkjI/AAAAAAAAAaM/l1YTmBWDH_Y/s72-c/Picture+391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-2811633835927293555</id><published>2009-04-01T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:10:01.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JULY 2008 SHOWLOW LIFE BEGINS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPWDJDQveI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mXTXhPXnZdY/s1600-h/Picture+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319830934312238562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPWDJDQveI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mXTXhPXnZdY/s320/Picture+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Lacy, obviously the beginning is below, still haven't figured out this upload pix thing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPWC_M1rQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t-vWQJV8k2Q/s1600-h/Picture+486.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319830931668053250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPWC_M1rQI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/t-vWQJV8k2Q/s320/Picture+486.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Ronnie tried on the SCBA mask, that fire fighters wear, in order to breath through the smoke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some time near the end of June, I verbally, (not in person) met Ryan Turner. He is a fire Captain. I met him physically on July 4th, 2008 after the Show Low parade. Shelby and I were on our way up to grandma's in Eagar. Lacy and Ronnie were still in NM visiting their dad for the summer. On this trip, we went to Eagar and picked up my nieces. This same week, I was staying at my brothers, watching their kids and we held Lacy's birthday party. It was a pool party. Ryan and his two kids came down for the day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ8ZbaGtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/edPC2BaMrsw/s1600-h/Picture+303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825320891259602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ8ZbaGtI/AAAAAAAAAZc/edPC2BaMrsw/s320/Picture+303.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;This is Captain Turner heading to a fire. He wasn't in a rush, as he was waiting for the truck to come by and pick him up. Brush fire, behind Timberland Acres. Stupid guy without a burn permit it got out of hand.This is Captain Turner heading to a fire. He wasn't in a rush, as he was waiting for the truck to come by and pick him up. Brush fire, behind Timberland Acres. Stupid guy without a burn permit it got out of hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ7-p2F8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/yrorKqwew8o/s1600-h/Picture+297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825313704056770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ7-p2F8I/AAAAAAAAAZU/yrorKqwew8o/s320/Picture+297.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;In his get up, clothing, hahaha waiting for the truck, the guys as he says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ9WabRYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5x_2n9FlLIs/s1600-h/Picture+308.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825337261704578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ9WabRYI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/5x_2n9FlLIs/s320/Picture+308.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Something about uniforms, I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ9NjDn7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/WWEqNC7n-RY/s1600-h/Picture+304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825334881984434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ9NjDn7I/AAAAAAAAAZs/WWEqNC7n-RY/s320/Picture+304.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ryan's son, Brandon. Thinks he is cool. First time he met me, he told me a story about an eyeball. Funny kid... He is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ9M2ylJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XeGrKURUt9I/s1600-h/Picture+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319825334696318098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPQ9M2ylJI/AAAAAAAAAZk/XeGrKURUt9I/s320/Picture+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lacy trying on Ryan's fire gear. She said, "this stuff is too heavy to wear to a fire."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-2811633835927293555?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/2811633835927293555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=2811633835927293555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/2811633835927293555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/2811633835927293555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/july-2008-showlow-life-begins.html' title='JULY 2008 SHOWLOW LIFE BEGINS'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPWDJDQveI/AAAAAAAAAaE/mXTXhPXnZdY/s72-c/Picture+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-5027400007416934200</id><published>2009-04-01T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T13:34:24.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Trip to Wyoming with Friends!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8QJZi_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/hvrrqA2JjWQ/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820920353295346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8QJZi_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/hvrrqA2JjWQ/s320/Picture+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt Schneider, Thayne Wyoming.  We had a bbq with friends, and he brought his son over.  It was a late night, but fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM9P4YX7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/M5g9c4E_8ck/s1600-h/Picture+292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820937461784498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM9P4YX7I/AAAAAAAAAZM/M5g9c4E_8ck/s320/Picture+292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signage on my drive to Jacksonhole, Wyoming.  We had a good time.  Lance took me up there to sight see... lol  There was this really cool arch made out of antlers.  A really cool candy shop, and I did get a few souveniers to bring home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8oAYelI/AAAAAAAAAZE/g9J3c-WchVk/s1600-h/Picture+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820926757927506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8oAYelI/AAAAAAAAAZE/g9J3c-WchVk/s320/Picture+275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a professional photo of Lance during a Rodeo.  He is a bull rider.  He travels all over the nation, to enter rodeo's.  He was a great host and we did some fun things.  I even got to go shooting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8h0k4zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KCB8cAv5DJ0/s1600-h/Picture+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820925097796402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8h0k4zI/AAAAAAAAAY8/KCB8cAv5DJ0/s320/Picture+266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing video games was quite the adventure.  I think I won most of the time, or at least they let me win..  I think Lance thought that if his hat were on backwards, he would have a better chance at winning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMV1nFwpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CFQSR7ANWDY/s1600-h/Picture+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820260395041426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMV1nFwpI/AAAAAAAAAYs/CFQSR7ANWDY/s320/Picture+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up, this is a duplicate.  Too lazy to change it.  Lol&lt;br /&gt;We saw some up close and personal, BISON, on the way back from Jackson Hole.  I could almost touch them out the window..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMVQ67M7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/gz21Uo_u8zo/s1600-h/Picture+238.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820250546123698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMVQ67M7I/AAAAAAAAAYc/gz21Uo_u8zo/s320/Picture+238.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMV-NuS6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iA9Ird_HFo4/s1600-h/Picture+249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820262704565154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMV-NuS6I/AAAAAAAAAYk/iA9Ird_HFo4/s320/Picture+249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance McFadden.  It's always fun talking to the Ex.  Lance called, he recently decided he had found the next Mrs. McFadden.  We'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was absolutely beautiful there.  I took a ton of photos, and well, let's just say, there was no doubt in their minds, that I was a tourist. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMVNZtwOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/D5QV8lCc6RI/s1600-h/Picture+213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820249601523938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMVNZtwOI/AAAAAAAAAYU/D5QV8lCc6RI/s320/Picture+213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They just won't all fit on here, and downloading them would take all day, and night, and then the next day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMU3eZjQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RhuZWjcSb9Q/s1600-h/Picture+208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319820243715591426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPMU3eZjQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/RhuZWjcSb9Q/s320/Picture+208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lance, on our drive to SLC.  He had to take me back to the airport, so he could go play golf with his friends.  Very gentlemanly, NOT... No big deal.  I had a great time, and a good vacation.  I met some great people and heard some great things.  Music especially. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-5027400007416934200?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5027400007416934200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=5027400007416934200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5027400007416934200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5027400007416934200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer-trip-to-wyoming-with-friends.html' title='Summer Trip to Wyoming with Friends!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPM8QJZi_I/AAAAAAAAAY0/hvrrqA2JjWQ/s72-c/Picture+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-6736114333256608004</id><published>2009-04-01T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:56:57.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My June 2008 trip to Utah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFjKWi9JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O52eQj1CMv0/s1600-h/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319812792719701138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFjKWi9JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O52eQj1CMv0/s320/Picture+207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my Aunt Christine Heap-Tano.  She is my dad's sister.  She lives in Utah, amongst her kids.  Her first hubby died of cancer.  I remember going to their house as a child and staying for vacation during the summer months.  We didn't see them much as children.  However, we have a great bond now.  She has a dog named Bell, and comes to visit for a few months at a time, every year.  Her second hubby died shortly after they were married.  She has been through a lot and has many experiences in her life to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFiMzZd-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/CQfexFANfmQ/s1600-h/Picture+157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319812776197715938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFiMzZd-I/AAAAAAAAAXs/CQfexFANfmQ/s320/Picture+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Christine at Alicia's home, in Tremonton, Utah.  Tremonton is in the very north of the state, and it is windy and cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFiozl3SI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uTZ9bayYCak/s1600-h/Picture+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319812783714721058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFiozl3SI/AAAAAAAAAX8/uTZ9bayYCak/s320/Picture+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Temple grounds in Ogden Utah.  It was beautiful.  And all the flowers were in bloom.  The rock texture, is really neat.  This is my cousin Alicia, and her 3 children.  They were a great deal of fun to play with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFiTcJqMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xlwPOAbwuOM/s1600-h/Picture+169.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319812777979259074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFiTcJqMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/xlwPOAbwuOM/s320/Picture+169.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My hair was so curly and Dang I was tan this summer.  The air was very moist there, so it was useless to straighten my hair each day.  Hence, the curly hair...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-6736114333256608004?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6736114333256608004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=6736114333256608004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6736114333256608004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6736114333256608004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-june-2008-trip-to-utah.html' title='My June 2008 trip to Utah'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPFjKWi9JI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O52eQj1CMv0/s72-c/Picture+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-6381367029068384953</id><published>2009-04-01T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:44:38.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kids and the Az Temple</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Kristen Fisher.  She was our neighbor in Silver City, NM.  She came to stay with us, last summer, during her band camp.  She got to play with a huge group of college kids from the state.  Can't remember what it was called.  Great experience for a high schooler.. She was great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDPsw1vUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8CJ8GyxtpJY/s1600-h/Picture+138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319810259336150338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDPsw1vUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8CJ8GyxtpJY/s320/Picture+138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls really like Kristen and her family.  We are at the Arizona Temple Grounds, and the weather was perfect..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDO9l82DI/AAAAAAAAAXU/k_nX_Hyp_iQ/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319810246674012210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDO9l82DI/AAAAAAAAAXU/k_nX_Hyp_iQ/s320/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby Lynne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDPXFyVXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_n1_JXjGGm4/s1600-h/Picture+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319810253518427506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDPXFyVXI/AAAAAAAAAXc/_n1_JXjGGm4/s320/Picture+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy Ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDOduzWGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bAVoyH7LZCI/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319810238121203810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDOduzWGI/AAAAAAAAAXM/bAVoyH7LZCI/s320/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ronald Alan, Ronnie, with an actual smile.  Grandpa promised him a dollar for every pic he took with a smile.  Hahaha  pay up grandpa Rod...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-6381367029068384953?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6381367029068384953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=6381367029068384953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6381367029068384953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6381367029068384953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/kids-and-az-temple.html' title='The kids and the Az Temple'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdPDPsw1vUI/AAAAAAAAAXk/8CJ8GyxtpJY/s72-c/Picture+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-1609087652368690028</id><published>2009-04-01T12:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:35:48.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Country Thunder 2008- Florence</title><content type='html'>Jenn and I worked for Country Thunder, for the Tribune.  Her hubby is a regional guy there.  We were able to go back stage for all our favs.  We had a really good time.  We sold Newspapers during the day, and concerted at night.  We stayed in a huge RV that the Tribune provided.  She and I had a great time.  There were so many people there and crazy one's too.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__4o2OrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IJANI6NUWHc/s1600-h/kodak+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319806689111063218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__4o2OrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IJANI6NUWHc/s320/kodak+118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the cute fiddle player, for Pat Green.  Can't seem to remember his name.  who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__of5XjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zynjNXXImmg/s1600-h/kodak+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319806684778552882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__of5XjI/AAAAAAAAAW8/zynjNXXImmg/s320/kodak+104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Back stage and up above all the musicians and people.  It was great seating, and we could see everything.  The artists were so great and were all very nice to us.  Some great Autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__fTZ_nI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R6WLbcwZLTg/s1600-h/kodak+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319806682310246002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__fTZ_nI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R6WLbcwZLTg/s320/kodak+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pat Green, and The fiddler again.  Dang, I can't remember his name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__Dhyy8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/wt3zCnDeq1M/s1600-h/kodak+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319806674854398914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__Dhyy8I/AAAAAAAAAWs/wt3zCnDeq1M/s320/kodak+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Jen's birthday, and we suprised her with a cake, or her hubby did.  Don't they look great.  Celebrate with a cake, after having the lap band surgery 2 years ago.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO_FhZ9GNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oKjS53e2ul4/s1600-h/kodak+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319805686442170578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO_FhZ9GNI/AAAAAAAAAWk/oKjS53e2ul4/s320/kodak+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you, he was cute.  It was a long week.  We worked hard and played hard too.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-1609087652368690028?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1609087652368690028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=1609087652368690028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1609087652368690028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1609087652368690028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/country-thunder-2008-florence.html' title='Country Thunder 2008- Florence'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SdO__4o2OrI/AAAAAAAAAXE/IJANI6NUWHc/s72-c/kodak+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-8675293538989399755</id><published>2009-04-01T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T12:01:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I FOUND SOME OLD PHOTOS FROM 2008.  SO I WILL BACK TRACK A LITTLE BIT.  LOOK AT THE BLOG JUST CAPTIONED 2008 MISC PICS. NOT MUCH HAPPENING.  NOT A GOOD BLOGGER.  HANGING TOUGH HOWEVER.  CAMPING, ALOT OF CAMPING.  IN FACT WE WENT CAMPING LAST WEEKEND, AND IT WAS SO COLD.  THERE WAS SNOW STILL ON THE GROUND.  KIDS HAD A GREAT TIME, THAT IS ALWAYS WHAT COUNTS. MY FRIEND KIM AND HER KIDS HAVE BEEN LIVING WITH ME.  CAMERON LIVES WITH ME TOO.  KIM WILL BE MOVING OUT ON FRIDAY, AND GOING TO TUSCON TO GET MARRIED... LUCKY GAL, NOT!  TEACHING IS GOOD, 8 MORE PLAYS TO RUN.  THE KIDS ARE RESTLESS FOR SUMMER ALREADY.  THEY WERE SURE TO LET ME KNOW, THAT THEIR DADDY IS GETTING MARRIED.  IM SURE SHE'S NICE.  I WAS.  FOR SPRING BREAK, WE SPENT MOST OF THE TIME IN SHOWLOW.  THE WEATHER IS PERFECT THERE.  AND SO ARE THE FRIENDS WE HAVE THERE.  RIP BLAZE GIRL.  RYAN'S DOG BECAME PARALYZED LAST WEEKEND.  FROM THE MIDDLE OF HER BACK DOWN HER BACK LEGS.  SHE WASN'T IN PAIN, BUT DIDN'T UNDERSTAND.  FUN TIMES, BECOME SAD TIMES.  I'LL FIND A PIC.  HER NAME WAS BLAZE... LOSS, IT IS INEVITABLE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-8675293538989399755?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8675293538989399755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=8675293538989399755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8675293538989399755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8675293538989399755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-found-some-old-photos-from-2008.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-5937159071650161748</id><published>2008-11-13T15:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:19:41.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping in the cold!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyznqk88dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LA7BuqIY5v4/s1600-h/kodak+358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268283158142185938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyznqk88dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LA7BuqIY5v4/s320/kodak+358.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Camping is one of our favorite things to do.  We enjoy camping with our friends  and each other.  We make camp fires, roast marshmallows, play charades, go fishing, go hiking and on walks, we play with glow sticks, and get really dirty. We love to sleep in the tent or in the trailer.  Lots of our friends have trailers that we can stay in.  When we were leaving, we stood at the edge of the mountain looking down.  A long way down it was.  But it sure was a beautiful sight.  Really neat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyznARfrJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8rav9jF94bU/s1600-h/kodak+349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268283146786286738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyznARfrJI/AAAAAAAAAV8/8rav9jF94bU/s320/kodak+349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;We also enjoy our regular attire like flip flops.  It was cold and it rained, but wasn't too bad.  Sweatshirts and shorts did the job.  The fire helped as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyzmht6_mI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2loxAl6OsoY/s1600-h/kodak+344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268283138584018530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyzmht6_mI/AAAAAAAAAV0/2loxAl6OsoY/s320/kodak+344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy6e3dRpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iyj4qc9e040/s1600-h/kodak+355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268282381904463506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy6e3dRpI/AAAAAAAAAVs/iyj4qc9e040/s320/kodak+355.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friends Brandon and Maddy were there too.  They are fun to play with and do things with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Getting dirty is our favorite part.  We played cowboy and indian, and put black soot on our faces.  Luckily there is nothing like baby wipes, and a trailer shower to get clean.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy50arCAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p_lYzhQSkIo/s1600-h/kodak+351.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268282370509441026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy50arCAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/p_lYzhQSkIo/s320/kodak+351.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We are learning all about fires, and how to build a good one that will last even through rain storms.  We were getting our sticks ready for marshmallow roasting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy5Dxz-mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KNWM1XE1cUs/s1600-h/kodak+342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268282357453159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy5Dxz-mI/AAAAAAAAAVc/KNWM1XE1cUs/s320/kodak+342.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;During our fishing trip, we caught tons of cawdads.  We boiled them and cooked them, until they looked like miniature lobsters and then we ate them.  Well, the kids tried them, I had nothing to do with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy4idA8KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pmfTMab5L3U/s1600-h/kodak+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268282348507558050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy4idA8KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/pmfTMab5L3U/s320/kodak+363.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We had a great time 4 wheeling through the mud too.  The trailblazer was covered in mud by the time we headed home.  It is fun to get dirty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy4LVbJaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tYd3Th9MbTY/s1600-h/kodak+356.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268282342301705634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyy4LVbJaI/AAAAAAAAAVM/tYd3Th9MbTY/s320/kodak+356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We like to go to this area because it is a no fee area, and there are so many places to ride the quads.  There were many people there this weekend.  Camp sites were almost completely full, and so many people having a great time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-5937159071650161748?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5937159071650161748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=5937159071650161748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5937159071650161748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5937159071650161748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/camping-in-cold.html' title='Camping in the cold!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyznqk88dI/AAAAAAAAAWE/LA7BuqIY5v4/s72-c/kodak+358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-5360550875432761150</id><published>2008-11-13T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:01:02.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>School Days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268277901760941394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyu1tCATVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HJXML6UUh40/s320/lion+les.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Guess who is in the costume as the mascot?  Yep, you got it.  No, I don't get paid more.  Part of being the drama teacher,  you get to act out many parts.  The kids at the school, get to see the mascot once a month, and we do the Cha Cha Slide as an entire school.  It is so much fun for the kids, so I don't mind a little sweat in that outfit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyu1jDSFAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-IawLTMTWjk/s1600-h/1st+day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268277899081946114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyu1jDSFAI/AAAAAAAAAU8/-IawLTMTWjk/s320/1st+day2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Here are the girls on their first day of school.  They were really excited to attend grandma Kathy's school.  They love to go up to her office after school sometimes to retrieve the treats she leaves on her desk.  They are all excelling in their classes. Ronnie is getting tutoring help in math.  To help him get ready for his AIMS testing.  He is reading at a 4th grade level.  He enjoys helping his teacher after school, and helping other students in his class.  He really enjoys his PE class and loves his PE teacher.  He also loves lunch time.  Shelby is such a little leader in her class.  All the kids love her and she and Lacy fight over who is more popular.  Can the teen years be starting early.  Can't they both be popular with their own peers?  Shelby is a reading wiz.  She almost always gets 100% on her spelling tests.  Lacy was student of the month for September.  She is her teachers little helper and angel.  She enjoys going to school especially if I let her do her own hair.  She's getting so big.  They are all getting so big.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-5360550875432761150?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5360550875432761150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=5360550875432761150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5360550875432761150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5360550875432761150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/school-days.html' title='School Days!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyu1tCATVI/AAAAAAAAAVE/HJXML6UUh40/s72-c/lion+les.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-7327464543387915823</id><published>2008-11-13T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T14:44:01.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oka,y so here goes.   A good picture of Ronnie is hard to get.  He doesn't like to smile for the pictures.  However,  he must have been bribed on this day or something.  He's a good looking kiddo.  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGx1_1PkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cNPJjELyi5U/s1600-h/kodak+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268233854983159362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGx1_1PkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cNPJjELyi5U/s320/kodak+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacy, my little poser.  She was on the playground, and asked Ms. Kim, to take her photo. She would rather take pictures than play with her friends at recess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGxGUPIZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1qN0sal25p4/s1600-h/lacy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268233842183840146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGxGUPIZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/1qN0sal25p4/s320/lacy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGw369n0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bAzmLWqAMtk/s1600-h/karate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268233838319738690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGw369n0I/AAAAAAAAAUk/bAzmLWqAMtk/s320/karate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGw_uZmbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YCVSGFqjpE4/s1600-h/cows2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268233840414529970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGw_uZmbI/AAAAAAAAAUc/YCVSGFqjpE4/s320/cows2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's Shelby and Ronnie all decked out for their karate class.  They are so cute in their GI's.  They don't seem to love to go to karate but we never give up on something we try.  I just hope they don't try their karate on each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are grandma's baby cows.  However some of them are not babies anymore.  The kids love to feed them by hand, and enjoy watching them fight over the hay we bring.  I love to just sit in the field and wait for them to all come to me.  Watching out for cow pies at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGwPcFXDI/AAAAAAAAAUU/lBcVrf1vyGM/s1600-h/cows2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-7327464543387915823?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/7327464543387915823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=7327464543387915823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/7327464543387915823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/7327464543387915823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2008/11/okay-so-here-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/SRyGx1_1PkI/AAAAAAAAAU0/cNPJjELyi5U/s72-c/kodak+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-1202796751553128856</id><published>2008-08-28T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T10:35:14.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy Shools Biography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;This was something I had to put together as a biography for parents to see at our curriculum night at the school.  So you all know,  I recently moved back to Arizona, and am teaching the fine arts program for the Legacy Charter School of Arizona and the East Valley High School Charter School.  I am really enjoying the challenge.  I am taking Online courses as well, and have been really busy.  Ronnie Is curently living with his dad in Silver City still.  He really enjoys the time he gets to spend with his dad, and loves his new teacher at Jose Barrios Elementary.  He is in the 3rd grade, and is reading at a 5th grade level.  He is so smart.  He will be coming to visit this weekend, and I am really excited.  I have missed his little charming spirit as he has been with his dad since June of this year.  The girls and I moved in to an apartment and we are sure trying to settle in.  The girls will be taking karate starting next week, and I will be taking self defense classes.  We sure are busy.  We haven't been swimming too much lately as we are at the school most of the day.  I am also teaching piano lessons after school.  It is so hot here, I miss the weather of the mountains of Silver City.  We have spent a lot of time, up north, visiting my mom and step dad, as well as friends.  I went camping and fishing, and we have been quad riding a lot.  Last weekend, we were so muddy it was great fun.  This next weekend, we will be going camping again.  The kids love it.  A time to get dirty and not get into trouble.  So they love it.  Well, here is my bio, and give me a call, I miss everyone and look forward to getting together for any events.  My email is Stars0080@gmail.com  drop me a line anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;table class="MsoTableGrid" style="border: medium none ; border-collapse: collapse;" border="1" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;   &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 197.5pt;"&gt;   &lt;td style="border: 1pt solid windowtext; padding: 0in 5.4pt; width: 2.7in; height: 197.5pt;" valign="top" width="259"&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;    &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;    &lt;v:formulas&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;     &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt; 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  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Ms.   Kara Sanders&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Legacy   Elementary,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;East&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Valley&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt; Middle &amp;amp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 24pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;High   School&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hello, my name is Ms. Kara Sanders.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have hundreds of children I love daily, and 3 of my own that I love dearly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I attended &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mesa Community  College&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:State&gt; State University, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Brigham&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Young&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;University&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I studied in the areas of Child and Family Development, Family Counseling, Early Elementary Education, and Dance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I taught pre- school for 3 years, and I worked as a paralegal for three large law firms here in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Mesa&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:State&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I worked for Legacy Elementary when the school began, and then moved to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New Mexico&lt;/st1:State&gt;, where I worked with the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Silver&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;School   District&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; as a permanent Substitute.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I worked with Child and Family Resources of New Mexico as a family advocate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also managed, instructed and coached a dance studio in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Silver  City&lt;/st1:City&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;NM&lt;/st1:State&gt; before moving back to &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arizona&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I started a Competition dance team, called Silver City Stars Too. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;As a teenager, and before attending college, I belonged to a national dance and drill team.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We performed for large events, such as; The Phoenix Suns, LA Clippers, ASU Sun Devils, and the Osmonds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I competed in Gymnastics and Dance for 30 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have taken and taught classes such as; Hip Hop, Ballet, Pointe, Tap, Lyrical, and Jazz.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I teach music lessons as well.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been playing the piano for 28 years, and have been teaching piano for 10 years. I firmly believe that all children should have the opportunity to open their minds to the arts we have available in our society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Each child should be able to find and use their talents to build self-esteem and character.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It helps them to perform better in school and socially in our society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The arts we have available help us to better communicate with others, and helps to build self-esteem, and a positive attitude.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will do what ever is necessary to help build these attributes so that our society will have a better future as we grow older.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have an open door policy and a listening ear.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please feel free to talk to me and lets build a better community together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-1202796751553128856?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1202796751553128856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=1202796751553128856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1202796751553128856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1202796751553128856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2008/08/legacy-shools-biography.html' title='Legacy Shools Biography'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-3924290772120762676</id><published>2008-04-06T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:41:12.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Gigs and Food!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Easter has come and gone.  Wow.  Also too many family events to attend.  Today, we had a family get together after the Sunday last session of Conference.  Crowded and hot, but fun.  We sang songs at the piano and ate, and played the violin and Guitar, and just sat around and visited.  That's what families are for.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, not too much as far as details go for this month.  My life is in limbo and so,  I just hang out and do nothing.  The kids had a Friday Fun Day at the park, for their school.  Shelby beat all the boys in a race, and Ronnie enjoyed getting wet.  Lacy and I went to the Phx Zoo.  Not sure why I ever go there.  The animals are never out, or the exhibit is closed, or the animals are sleeping, or hiding out somewhere.  I hate the Zoo.  But went anyway.  It was Aunt Kelly and I and Morgan, and Harley.  It wasn't too hot, it was just right.  Buy the way, did I tell you about my nephew Morgan?  He is building he and I a rocket ship to fly to the moon.  He wants to tie me to the outside, so that I can float in space and have fun.  The rocket ship will be purple.  He is really excited about it.  He said it would be done in about 1 week and 2 days.  He is such a cutie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I have really enjoyed being back in Arizona, spending time with all my nieces and nephews whom I love so much.  Ronnie loves to play with Brendan, his cousin, and Shelby loves to go to Aunt Michelle's.  Lacy just wants to be with mom.  ME!  Some time,  there will be quiet time for me.  Maybe I'll get a plane ticket to Wyoming, and just go camping in the wilderness by myslef, of course, it is too cold right now, and probably a bear would eat me.  But Wyoming sounds nice, maybe pretty green this summer too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I'm worried about a few people in my life.  My step dad, John, his cancer is back.  Rae Lea, she just found out she has cancer.  My mom is always sick.  My cousin is pregnant.  My brothers, well, they are themselves, I always worry about them.  Single life sucks, because most men suck.  They aren't real.  maybe someday, I'll meet one who is a real person.  Ron is a good guy, and I hope he is doing well.  The kids love him.  If we will both do what is right, the Lord will help us through all this mess, and the kids will be just fine.  Putting the Lord first makes a big difference in life, and he is driving right now.  It feels nice, to be his passenger and not trying to drive all the time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;That sums up what April will be.  Then, only one more month till school is out, and well, hopefully, no more limbo to life.  We'll see.  Thanks for reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-3924290772120762676?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3924290772120762676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=3924290772120762676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3924290772120762676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3924290772120762676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-gigs-and-food.html' title='Family Gigs and Food!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-47012407292903603</id><published>2008-02-29T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:29:19.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reality of My Real Life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, so here it is the real scoop. I'm now trying to live back in Arizona. I'm staying with my dad. Of course my three kids are here too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You know, when you are blogging about your personal life, you really don't want people to see all the realness to your personal life, so you put how wonderful everything really is. It's not always so wonderful. Im not always the best mom, Ron well, and the kids, they have their days too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, from now on, I won't be mud slinging anything, just know,  Most of you, who are personal friends, know my reality and my world. Thanks for being by my side and helping when and where you could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There are others of you who refuse to admit when things are wrong. I was one of those. No More.... Reality is here and now. So for those of you, who refuse to see reality and help those in need of help, Im sorry but maybe you need to get help too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The kids are doing great. They are going to school, and Lil Ronnie is reading at a 4th grade level even though he is in 2nd grade. He has been playing basketball daily with his grandpa. He loves it. Although he's a shorty, like me, he may be great someday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Shelby loves her teacher and her friends. She remembers most of them from before we had to go to Silver City. She has everyone wanting to share her time, and she has a great personality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lacy is doing great too. She really wants to go to school, but wont be 5 until July. So next year, The real freedom sets in. LOL She is quite the character with a mind of her own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Life won't be any easier as I embark on single life. However I have many people who are out there for me. I have family and friends, who have been around my life long enough to get to know the real me.  They are there for me. Thank you.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Some day, when my heart heals, and I decide Men aren't so bad, I might find Prince Charming. That would really mean, he would have to be someone ready to step up to the plate and take charge of life. I'm done being in charge. Its' like the song by Carrie Underwood, JESUS TAKE THE WHEEL, Im ready to move on to better things. Or like her other song, WASTED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This isn't anything new. This life. Im just finally realizing what needs to be done. I refuse to be an enabler. People need to be responsible for their actions and decisions and quit blaming others. Like I said, Step up and take charge. And OMGoodness, be honest about it too. Don't fool yourself into thinking otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, If you read any of my other blogs, you'll only be reading the whipped cream. Im not the kind to sling mud. like I said. So, those of you who know, thanks for being by my side. Those of you don't know, don't ask me. Im not telling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And if you tell me you'll be there for me and then you aren't, well, I guess that would be okay, but don't expect me to be excited about it. I don't want to play games with my life anymore. There will be time for play and time for fun, and time for serious things too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't believe it is already March. This year is going by so fast. Country Thunder is coming up, and then summer and then it will be fall again, and well, This is a big year. Lots of changes. And that's okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Like sponge bob says, "I'm ready, I'm ready...." By the way, you can look on "my space" to see me too. You'd be suprised who you will find or meet there. But be careful. There are tricky people out there. Have a great day. Maybe a great March, if I don't get back on here in a while.... Did I mention how hot Az is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-47012407292903603?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/47012407292903603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=47012407292903603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/47012407292903603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/47012407292903603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2008/02/reality-of-my-real-life.html' title='The Reality of My Real Life..'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-1003201752923274828</id><published>2007-12-20T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:10:16.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays to all our friends and family.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay, so here it is, the official annual letter from the Sanders Clan.  Happy Holidays, since we can’t say Merry Christmas, most of you won’t get this “till after “  Lol… Anyway.  This year held a lot of change for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family&lt;br /&gt;We moved to New Mexico.  A small town called Silver City.  And yes it is so small our only shopping is Walmart.  Not good for us.  It has snowed a few times, which made it fun, but that means it is cold.  So in one end of the house we have a wood stove and the other end a pellet stove.  Most of you are thinking and laughing but stoves are not a fun source of heat.  I and Ron have had to chop the wood, and needless to say, I’m not good with the ax, and have hit myself a few times.  Ron is much better at it, only does not have the time to do it.  Ron is still working for Qwest, a never- ending nightmare job.  But is working hard.  Even in the cold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Ronnie&lt;br /&gt;He has started wrestling and had his first match a few weekends ago in El Paso.  He also took a tumbling class, and did baseball too.  He is in the 2nd grade but his teachers say he is an A++++ student.  He is a good kid, when he’s not teasing his sisters.  He hates to clean his room, but loves to play video games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby&lt;br /&gt;She is my peacemaker in the family.  She loves to dance and sing, and show off her talents.  She played t-ball when we first got here, and just had her first dance recital this past Sat.  She takes ballet &amp;amp; tap and loves cheer and tumbling most of all.  She is growing in to a little princess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacy&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy, what to say.  She wanted to play t-ball, but didn’t.  She did take dance with Shelby but dropped out of ballet and tap.  She did do cheer and tumbling and in the recital, she couldn’t do her bridge, so she crossed her arms and pouted in front of the audience.  The song they were dancing to, was (Im getting nothing for x-mas)  how fitting for her.  She is my little trouble maker.  But gotta love her anyway.  She is a real cute firecracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, the mom,&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now I’m babysitting for some friends who recently went back to work.  I was subbing  a lot at the elementary schools, and I was teaching 10 dance classes at the local dance studio.  We just started a cheer and dance competition team called Stars.  Im really excited  it is a lot of work, and stress, but worth it in the end.  I just stay really busy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron&lt;br /&gt;He is such a good hard working guy.  He works a lot.  It rains, and he works,  and that is how it goes.  He helped a local artist to start up a Music studio for recording and is looking forward to helping with that.  Im not sure he enjoys the cold, but he has been a good sport about it.  He’s a great dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We surely miss our friends from all over and miss dry warm weather too.  We are looking forward to maybe a white Christmas, for the first time, well see.  We are wishing you all a happy holiday, and a very wonderful New Years too.  Keep in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:fivesanders@msn.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fivesanders@msn.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kara- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:karalynne_sanders@msn.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;karalynne_sanders@msn.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(575) 388-1250  hope to hear from you all real soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the Sanders Clan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron, Kara, Ronnie, Shelby, Lacy, (Ginger, Jazz, and Newest one,  Buster, all dogs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to you all Hope it was a good year.  Make the next a good one too.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-1003201752923274828?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/1003201752923274828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=1003201752923274828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1003201752923274828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/1003201752923274828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays-to-all-our-friends-and.html' title='Happy Holidays to all our friends and family.....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4366495235755417373</id><published>2007-12-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T13:45:14.847-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shitzu yorkies puppies just born'/><title type='text'>Shitzu Yorkies for Sale  Just Born.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDPnCQkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UPuA-c4sNFE/s1600-h/puppies+2007+dec+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607242210525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDPnCQkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UPuA-c4sNFE/s320/puppies+2007+dec+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is ou little girl no 1, she is all blk and wht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDfnCQlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TUofIJtQQY0/s1600-h/puppies+2007+dec+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607246505493074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDfnCQlI/AAAAAAAAAM0/TUofIJtQQY0/s320/puppies+2007+dec+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here is little girl no 2, she is brown and wht with a littlr blk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDvnCQmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/itjrElyGlr8/s1600-h/puppies+2007+dec+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607250800460386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDvnCQmI/AAAAAAAAAM8/itjrElyGlr8/s320/puppies+2007+dec+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; no 3 is a girl, and  she is black with a wht chin and brn paws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbD_nCQnI/AAAAAAAAANE/JI5QRUvLQjk/s1600-h/puppies+2007+dec+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607255095427698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbD_nCQnI/AAAAAAAAANE/JI5QRUvLQjk/s320/puppies+2007+dec+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; my fav. is the runt no 4, she is brown with blk shavings in her coat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbEvnCQoI/AAAAAAAAANM/yyRSzw1MTYM/s1600-h/puppies+2007+dec+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140607267980329602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbEvnCQoI/AAAAAAAAANM/yyRSzw1MTYM/s320/puppies+2007+dec+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; here they are nursing away with momma.   she is such a good momma.  daddy stays far away, as he isnt sure of the puppies.  it is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Here goes, photos and all. I don't want them to go was not easy getting them here. I have birth photos and will update as we go. Will be ready to go to their homes mid January. Can give gift certificates, for christmas so if they are a gift, the person can see something they are getting, a photo and a certificate. Will be mostly caged potty trained by the time they go. Will go 4 hours drive from here with added gas to price. Will not put on an airplane. No Way. email me, for more info or call (602)330-5272 thanks, kara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4366495235755417373?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4366495235755417373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4366495235755417373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4366495235755417373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4366495235755417373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/12/shitzu-yorkies-for-sale-just-born.html' title='Shitzu Yorkies for Sale  Just Born.....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/R1cbDPnCQkI/AAAAAAAAAMs/UPuA-c4sNFE/s72-c/puppies+2007+dec+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-8949115120279512895</id><published>2007-11-11T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T19:37:11.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for Fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFualHZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/FDpwvR8DDv8/s1600-h/fright+night+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787701611619650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFualHZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/FDpwvR8DDv8/s320/fright+night+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some times I just like to take photos for no reason.  Most of the time, the kids don't mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFu6lHZVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lD409HZeU9Q/s1600-h/fright+night+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787710201554258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFu6lHZVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/lD409HZeU9Q/s320/fright+night+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy is getting so tall, and she is my hand full.  But she is a cutie, when she wants to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFvalHZWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xI6mBXVzav0/s1600-h/fright+night+070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787718791488866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFvalHZWI/AAAAAAAAAMU/xI6mBXVzav0/s320/fright+night+070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ronnie, is just a big goof off.  He likes to roll up in the blankets, and pretend to fight the monster in side it.  He rolls all over and looks ridiculous, but hey, what ever makes him happy and keeps his attention is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFv6lHZXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/D97ppWQCR6c/s1600-h/fright+night+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787727381423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFv6lHZXI/AAAAAAAAAMc/D97ppWQCR6c/s320/fright+night+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby here, is trying to be extra sweet, and normally is always sweet.  She is into loving her stuffed animals, and here she just got a new dolphin from a garage sale, and the lady gave it to her.  She was glad not to give up her quarter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFwalHZYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/El2acXpAmaU/s1600-h/fright+night+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131787735971358082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFwalHZYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/El2acXpAmaU/s320/fright+night+074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy, well, he isn't one much for picture taking.  So here it is, how he feels about it.  And yes that is a remote in his hand, so maybe I was just bothering him at the wrong time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-8949115120279512895?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8949115120279512895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=8949115120279512895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8949115120279512895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8949115120279512895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/11/just-for-fun.html' title='Just for Fun...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfFualHZUI/AAAAAAAAAME/FDpwvR8DDv8/s72-c/fright+night+069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-3090904593050495396</id><published>2007-11-11T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T18:43:45.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fright Nite.... Boo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBpKlHZTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G1fJnnmGy9o/s1600-h/fright+night+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131783213370795314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBpKlHZTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G1fJnnmGy9o/s320/fright+night+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fright Nite is finally over. Im not sure I like halloween or not. This year, we didn't have anyone come to our house. It is kind of off by itself and the driveway is so long and dark, Im sure no one would have come. We went to the church to the Trunk or Treat, and then to a friends party. So glad it is over. And now, the sugar rush begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBUalHZOI/AAAAAAAAALU/VYeKRPjf-58/s1600-h/fright+night+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131782856888509666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBUalHZOI/AAAAAAAAALU/VYeKRPjf-58/s320/fright+night+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Ronnie and Shelby on Halloween Day, Ronnie wore his costume to school, and Shelby decided not to, as to not get it dirty before trick or treating. Good Girl....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBU6lHZPI/AAAAAAAAALc/mey1JkIlwuo/s1600-h/fright+night+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131782865478444274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBU6lHZPI/AAAAAAAAALc/mey1JkIlwuo/s320/fright+night+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here they are, Ronnie Shelby and Lacy all ready to go. we are a scary family this year. Skeletons, and Just from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBVKlHZQI/AAAAAAAAALk/-80n0vAxad8/s1600-h/fright+night+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131782869773411586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBVKlHZQI/AAAAAAAAALk/-80n0vAxad8/s320/fright+night+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We couldn't find daddy a costume. Actually we did, but some one out bid my really high on Ebay, and I wasn't going to pay that amount for his costume, not knowing if he would even wear it. So a skeleton shirt just had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBVqlHZRI/AAAAAAAAALs/Hw0tBfqql_Y/s1600-h/fright+night+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And as for me, I just wanted to know how long hair felt, and well, I'll never grow my hair this long, it was a pain all night. It was in my face, stuck to other people, and just a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBV6lHZSI/AAAAAAAAAL0/THy6yrY12KE/s1600-h/fright+night+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did make a cute couple. And the evening started off great. With me and a great guy. I was happy when the night was finally over the the sugar was asleep too. But then as you know, we have a week of sugar and the hyper kids to deal with. So the candy disappeared faster than they knew why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-3090904593050495396?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3090904593050495396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=3090904593050495396' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3090904593050495396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3090904593050495396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/11/fright-nite-boo.html' title='Fright Nite.... Boo!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RzfBpKlHZTI/AAAAAAAAAL8/G1fJnnmGy9o/s72-c/fright+night+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-5263177877970155884</id><published>2007-11-07T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T21:29:44.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I doing this????????</title><content type='html'>1. How tall are you? 5' sometimes less,,,,, lol&lt;br /&gt;2. Have you ever been unfaithful in a relationship? No not ever and never would&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you own a gun?No.......&lt;br /&gt;4. If you had a mental disorder, what would it be?I can't think about that right now , maybe that is a disorder itself..&lt;br /&gt;5. How many letters are in your crush's name? no crush except for my hubby thats 6 letters&lt;br /&gt;6. What do you think of a hot dog? I think they are gross unless made with real beef, what else would you want to eat. &lt;br /&gt;7. What's your favorite Christmas song?  way old school, "Do they Know it's Christmas Time..."&lt;br /&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? Chai Latte, or Chai Frappe, or just DP&lt;br /&gt;9. Do you do push-ups? that depends on with who?&lt;br /&gt;10. Have you ever done ecstasy? no way and never would seen some people do it and they were really stupid while doing it too..&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you like the rain?  I love the rain,  not enough here for me.&lt;br /&gt;13.Do you own a knife? Old rusty kitchen knives,  Maybe I'll get new ones for christmas...Hint Hint...&lt;br /&gt;14. What do you smell like?  I smell like my lotion Euphoria  I love it. &lt;br /&gt;15. Do you have A.D.D.?  Some times, when I want to, lol&lt;br /&gt;16. Full initials who cares? &lt;br /&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment.  This is way stupid, am I actually answering these, and I really need to get to bed.&lt;br /&gt;18. Name the least 3 things you have bought today?  Strawberry DP, Gas for the car, and That was it, I think&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Name five drinks you regularly drink? Chai anything, DP water and Heated Apple Juice&lt;br /&gt;20. What time did you wake up today? 7 am when I had to get the kiddos ready for school.....&lt;br /&gt;21. Can you spell? Most of the time  and not while typing, my nails are too long.....lol&lt;br /&gt;22. Current worry? always about friends and family......How to be there and help them in life...&lt;br /&gt;23. Current hate? I hate this questinoaire it is really bothering  me.&lt;br /&gt;24. Favorite place to be? I love to have a fire going, and watching decorating shows about houses etc.&lt;br /&gt;25. Least favorite place to be?  Out of my bed at times... with too many people at once...&lt;br /&gt;26. have you seen donkey balls? What the hell is that?&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you own slippers? No, never have, tried em once, too closterophobic  sp?&lt;br /&gt;28. Where do you think you'll be in 10 yrs?  That is a long ways, but Im so old now, maybe I'll be in a wheel chair drinking Chai lattes, while wondering when my kids are coming do visit... LOL &lt;br /&gt;29. Do you burn or tan? Depends what part is in the sun .... lol&lt;br /&gt;31. Would you give up your current life to be a pirate?  Never thought about it, but it could be more intersting than life right now.....&lt;br /&gt;32. Orange or Green? neither, one is ugly and the other is ugly too/... hahahah&lt;br /&gt;33. What songs do you sing in the shower?I don't I just listen to my kids sing in the shower, hilarious....&lt;br /&gt;34. What did you fear was going to get you at night as a child?  Scorpions, they were everywhere, still afraid of em...&lt;br /&gt;35. What's in your pockets right now?  not a thing,&lt;br /&gt;36. Last person that made you laugh?  Im not sure when I laughed last, really laughed. &lt;br /&gt;37. Who did you last hold hands with?  My daughter she is 4 and I was pulling her out of the street&lt;br /&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?My back is horrible and I might have back surgery next summer... worse than a c= section&lt;br /&gt;39. What is your GPA? last time   I had to have one,  3.4&lt;br /&gt;40. How many TVs do you have in your house?One in each bedroom, so that is 3, and one in the Family room and I need one in the kitchen soon...&lt;br /&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?  Probably Nicole, lol and alot of lol...&lt;br /&gt;42. Who is your most silent friend? Of those who would read this, Dave is pretty quiet, and well, maybe Kelly, my s in law&lt;br /&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you? I hope so, but after so many years, do we still call it a crush? &lt;br /&gt;44. Do you wish on stars?  Why, wishes dont usually come true, and it is too cold outside to be looking at the stars anyways.. lol&lt;br /&gt;45. What is your favorite book?  I dont like to read, well, sometimes the Good Book....&lt;br /&gt;46. What song did you last hear? The last song was tonight at the studio and it was Intergalactic a really old school song.  If you know it you are old too..&lt;br /&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral?   Remember Me........ and Where did all the Good Times GO/    hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;49. What were you doing 12AM last night??  Watching a decorating show, or maybe Jon and Kate plus *....  Im not a good sleeper, wish I was sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?   Can someone else please get the kids ready, Im finally asleep.......... Really.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-5263177877970155884?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/5263177877970155884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=5263177877970155884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5263177877970155884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/5263177877970155884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/11/why-am-i-doing-this.html' title='Why am I doing this????????'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4811306565774658467</id><published>2007-10-29T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T16:38:03.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN DAYZ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126902398365417810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s320/halloween+2007+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is supposed to be at the bottom of the blog, but I'm retarded. Here are the kiddos that came to my little shin dig. On the left you have Jeffrey, Lacy, Shelby, Laura, Angelica, Jack-Jack, Triston, and Andrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s1600-h/halloween+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126902406955352418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s320/halloween+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby likes to pretend she is scary, but I'm afraid that no matter what she does she is still always such a cutie. I can't believe that those fake teeth even fit into her mouth. That's scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s1600-h/halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126902415545287026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s320/halloween+2007+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here at the fire pit, is Mr. Jeff Gorum, and Ron, and barely in the back ground is Mrs. Kathy Gorum, our favorite massage therapist. She really knows where to mend your back. They used to live by the rental house, and are great friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s1600-h/halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126902419840254338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s320/halloween+2007+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Jeffery and Cassandra Gorum, fighting to see who can get the doughnut off first. And then below we have Little Ron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is little Ronnie, trying to carve his pumpkin. You should have seen the results. One big huge eyeball. The face he created all fell out of the pumpkin. He then decided he meant to do that and said it was a one eyed guy. We all laughed and he now wants another pumpkin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgFVyrQQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hanXtHnLgxY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890870673195266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgFVyrQQI/AAAAAAAAAKM/hanXtHnLgxY/s320/halloween+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; It's Halloween again. We just had another rambuncious party! Every year, I send out invitations, and ask people to RSVP, and what happens, I never hear from anybody. Why do I even bother having the party. I go ahead and buy all the food and get things ready and no one shows. At least those who do show are an hour late. There are some circumstances that are with in reason. But what can the rest of you say. It was 6:30 and the party started at 6:00, I get so stressed and for what? If they show, great and if not, well, maybe I won't invite them to the next party. But don't tell me you are coming and then not show up or even call. I hate that. We had a good time despite all of the no shows. Here are a few clips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgFlyrQRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h5t7qsIJZ1M/s1600-h/halloween+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890874968162578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgFlyrQRI/AAAAAAAAAKU/h5t7qsIJZ1M/s320/halloween+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here is our friend Dee Dee. She just moved here with her sister from California. Long story. Great costume, a little scary and gory for my taste, but to each their own, hahahahahha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgGVyrQSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/z0ZUMOHyd_I/s1600-h/halloween+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890887853064482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgGVyrQSI/AAAAAAAAAKc/z0ZUMOHyd_I/s320/halloween+2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Here is the Vega Family. Angelica, Dinoisio, Laura, Jean Michael, and Maria. Jean Michael is my favorite little guy. He has autism, and I adore him. I believe the feeling is mutual. He always wants to come to my house, or sit with me in church, and likes to hold my hand and give kisses. He says, "Yes, Your Magesty." He memorizes all the disney movies. He's great and is teaching me a lot. These were some of the pumpkins that they carved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgGlyrQTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Wtf9Q5ruaiM/s1600-h/halloween+2007+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890892148031794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgGlyrQTI/AAAAAAAAAKk/Wtf9Q5ruaiM/s320/halloween+2007+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This guy is a funny story. While Ron was at the BP academy, he had a teacher that he butted heads with quite often. For those of you who know, this is the teacher he wrote the "Pee Pee Letter" to. We were getting ready to move out of the rental, and Smith Real Estate had someone coming over to view the property. When we opened the door, it was Jack Farmer and his family. Ron's instructor. We all just laughed. But since he is not Ron's superior, they get along just fine now. Here is Jack and two of his kids, Andrew, and Jack-Jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgHFyrQUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gxGnJl0UDmA/s1600-h/halloween+2007+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126890900737966402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZgHFyrQUI/AAAAAAAAAKs/gxGnJl0UDmA/s320/halloween+2007+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; We bobbed for Dougnuts, and you couldn't use your hands. However for the adults, some of them had a big mouth and just ate the whole thing. Cheaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Here are a few clips. Actually they are at the top, because I can't get this stupid editing thing down, so go back to the top. Have a great Halloween. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s1600-h/halloween+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s1600-h/halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s1600-h/halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s1600-h/halloween+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s1600-h/halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s1600-h/halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s1600-h/halloween+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s1600-h/halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s1600-h/halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s1600-h/halloween+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s1600-h/halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s1600-h/halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s1600-h/halloween+2007+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqk1yrQWI/AAAAAAAAAK8/P4u84884U80/s1600-h/halloween+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqlVyrQXI/AAAAAAAAALE/yQtJ_7XGY48/s1600-h/halloween+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqllyrQYI/AAAAAAAAALM/rERjgBRxXqU/s1600-h/halloween+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4811306565774658467?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4811306565774658467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4811306565774658467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4811306565774658467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4811306565774658467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/halloween-dayz.html' title='HALLOWEEN DAYZ....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RyZqkVyrQVI/AAAAAAAAAK0/xO2OCBTW-kY/s72-c/halloween+2007+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-6109351821872397565</id><published>2007-10-22T14:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:28:10.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelby Turns 6.... Aghh Growing up....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TeFGyGBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KKzj0g5IzGk/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273358505121810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TeFGyGBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KKzj0g5IzGk/s320/hasrleys+visit+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Birthday Shelby.  6th birthday.  She was so excited.  She thinks she is catching up to Ronnie.  It's funny how they think that they will someday catch up to you.  Not realizing that others are growing older as well.  At her party we made princess hats, and pictures.  We ate fun princess things, and danced like princess's too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TeVGyGCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ub6VIOBOmyE/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273362800089122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TeVGyGCI/AAAAAAAAAJs/Ub6VIOBOmyE/s320/hasrleys+visit+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a photo of her good friends from her kindergarten class.  It is Olivia and Katelynn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TelGyGDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2Ipmwz9oy5Q/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273367095056434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TelGyGDI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/2Ipmwz9oy5Q/s320/hasrleys+visit+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy is dancing up a storm to win the princess dance contest.  They love to play freeze dance.  where they dance while the music is playing and when it stops they have to freeze.  We play this all the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TfFGyGEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sLeRGwCCDwo/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273375684991042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TfFGyGEI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sLeRGwCCDwo/s320/hasrleys+visit+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordan Katelyyn and Olivia.  They all make a good play team.  Jordan goes to dance with Shelby and so does Olivia.  Dance pictures will come soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TfVGyGFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wLIW_CBDpQw/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124273379979958354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TfVGyGFI/AAAAAAAAAKE/wLIW_CBDpQw/s320/hasrleys+visit+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm not in to spending hords of money on a icing filled cake that is full of sugar.  So once again, I attempted to make my own.  It wasn't too bad and at least it had real frosting on it.  And it was only 3 $ not 20 $.  They best part about it, it was all gone and we didn't have any left overs so it probably tasted good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-6109351821872397565?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/6109351821872397565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=6109351821872397565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6109351821872397565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/6109351821872397565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/shelby-turns-6-aghh-growing-up.html' title='Shelby Turns 6.... Aghh Growing up....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0TeFGyGBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/KKzj0g5IzGk/s72-c/hasrleys+visit+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4808879094978270898</id><published>2007-10-22T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T14:13:53.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley came to visit.... Sept 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RMFGyF8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/2YYnOanmDMc/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124270850244220866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RMFGyF8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/2YYnOanmDMc/s320/hasrleys+visit+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Harley.  She likes to cuddle with me.  I guess you could say, I believe that I am the best thing that happened to my nieces and nephews.  As an Aunt, It is my right to believe in such Fairy tale things.  I got the first real smile, and she loves me.  As do all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RNFGyF9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DHtLs7m1GNI/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124270867424090066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RNFGyF9I/AAAAAAAAAJE/DHtLs7m1GNI/s320/hasrleys+visit+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ronnie, Morgan, Lacy and Shelby enjoy a moment tackling Uncle Jason.  Does he know this is happening?  How long will he let them beat him up?  What a good uncle and dad to climb on.  Maybe we should head to the park later for real climbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RNVGyF-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/RPgg9gkQKjg/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124270871719057378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RNVGyF-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/RPgg9gkQKjg/s320/hasrleys+visit+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Harley is sleeping in my laundry basket.  All bundled up, wish I could still fit in the laundry basket.  I'd be lucky to fit into a 5 load washing machine at the laundromat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RN1GyF_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ca5L6OmDQ0A/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124270880308991986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RN1GyF_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/ca5L6OmDQ0A/s320/hasrleys+visit+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy getting in some good hugs from Uncle Jason before he leaves back to Arizona. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0ROFGyGAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dXM7j6N-_9k/s1600-h/hasrleys+visit+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124270884603959298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0ROFGyGAI/AAAAAAAAAJc/dXM7j6N-_9k/s320/hasrleys+visit+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uncle Jason is all smiles, because he gets to go home now.  While Aunt Kelly snickers in the back ground because she knows she's gonna have to drive while he sleeps the whole way.  We really enjoy having family for a visit.  At least most of them and sometimes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4808879094978270898?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4808879094978270898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4808879094978270898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4808879094978270898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4808879094978270898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/harley-came-to-visit-sept-2007.html' title='Harley came to visit.... Sept 2007'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0RMFGyF8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/2YYnOanmDMc/s72-c/hasrleys+visit+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-8706113251145201635</id><published>2007-10-22T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:58:22.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving Day again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LgVGyF3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BHPFRksxpoc/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124264601066805106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LgVGyF3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BHPFRksxpoc/s320/misc+and+new+house+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is not the house, it is the house that my great grandma June McBride lived in, in the town of Thatcher.  Misty and I used to spend some of out summer break there.  It looks a little different now, and I think it is actually empty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0Lg1GyF4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7fmppls824/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124264609656739714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0Lg1GyF4I/AAAAAAAAAIc/m7fmppls824/s320/misc+and+new+house+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We finally found a home that we'd like to buy, as we have been renting from a horrible management company. Smith real estate..... If you see the name, stay away from it. Our rental had a shower that leaked to the basement, so two people could shower at once. Mold in the ceiling because of the leak, a hole in the floor of the garage, that we are lucky to have not broken any legs in, Too many wasp nests to count, Junipers from hell, that have overgrown the whole yard, No AC, but it wasn't too bad, spiders and cockroaches in the gazzzillions, and needless to say, that we had been asking for these things to be taken care of for the 6 months we lived there. Now, our friends from cali, one of Ron's old instructors from the Border Patrol academy, is now living there. They just transfered here from California. We were glad to find this new house and own again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LhFGyF5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/q3kH2PoDRI8/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124264613951707026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LhFGyF5I/AAAAAAAAAIk/q3kH2PoDRI8/s320/misc+and+new+house+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While on my last trip to Mesa, which was the middle of August, we went out to eat with my uncle Doug who was visiting from Oregon, and my Aunt Kathy who was visiting from Texas.  Doug has a new girlfriend, an then Misty has a new boyfriend, after 2 marriages.  I hope they both have found some happiness to last them.  It is hard on their kids, Im sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LhVGyF6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wagdg2vwNBo/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124264618246674338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LhVGyF6I/AAAAAAAAAIs/wagdg2vwNBo/s320/misc+and+new+house+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LhlGyF7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/g39jGFXdQSI/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124264622541641650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LhlGyF7I/AAAAAAAAAI0/g39jGFXdQSI/s320/misc+and+new+house+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First day of School for this year, Just before we moved Ronnie and Shelby started school at Jose Barrios Elementary.  We actually live in a different zone, but I don't want to change schools as this is a good one.  I will drive them every morning, or Ron will and pick them up.  It is only about 2 miles or less.  The teachers are great there and the curriculum is a good one.  I teach there a lot too.  I taught Ronnie's class for over a week, while his teacher was out, and I sub a lot too, So I am there with them.  Lacy goes to a friends house some times when I am teaching.  Can't wait till next year, when they are all in school.  Yipee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KmFGyFyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w20K2fv7wPg/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124263600339425058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KmFGyFyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/w20K2fv7wPg/s320/misc+and+new+house+045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the dining and back side of the kitchen.  We would like to open it all up and move the island to the wall and put a new island in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0Km1GyFzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pHDs0zW1HDM/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124263613224326962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0Km1GyFzI/AAAAAAAAAH0/pHDs0zW1HDM/s320/misc+and+new+house+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the family room.  It has accoustic tiles on the ceiling that we will be taking down and replacing with drywall.  Also, I want to take the wall boards down 3/4 of the way and make it like oh whats it called, um  a chair rail, and leave the wood on the bottom part.  We will paint and do some fun things for updating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KnFGyF0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_Y32QMphCI/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124263617519294274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KnFGyF0I/AAAAAAAAAH8/W_Y32QMphCI/s320/misc+and+new+house+051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the little room off the kitchen that is on the back side of the master.  The master doesn't have a door on this side, so it is a little open, too open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KnlGyF1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fkpi3tcFuSo/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124263626109228882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KnlGyF1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Fkpi3tcFuSo/s320/misc+and+new+house+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is on one side of the back yard.    It is all fenced and the kids can play safely as well as the dogs have a place to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KoFGyF2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZgGc9vaRr94/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124263634699163490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0KoFGyF2I/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZgGc9vaRr94/s320/misc+and+new+house+069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is looking out the front side, down the mountain, and down our long ole driveway.  We have about 2 acres, and it is great.  We have big plans and I  hope it involes my plan of animals.  We just added a new dog, his name is Buster.  He is a full pit bull, and  is going to be really a big dog.  I hope Ron doesn't think he will pass as a horse for me.  I want a real horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have beautiful views and no close neighbors.   It is a little windy up here on the hill however and it even feels a bit colder than right in the city where we were renting.  We are definately excited about the fun projects ahead of us with this house.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-8706113251145201635?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8706113251145201635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=8706113251145201635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8706113251145201635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8706113251145201635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/moving-day-again.html' title='Moving Day again?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0LgVGyF3I/AAAAAAAAAIU/BHPFRksxpoc/s72-c/misc+and+new+house+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4857524553009415816</id><published>2007-10-22T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:30:48.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great things to do here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CmlGyFtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VuQ0apguNJc/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124254812836337362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CmlGyFtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VuQ0apguNJc/s320/misc+and+new+house+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Cliff Dwellings.....North of Lake Roberts lies a beautiful setting, in the mountainside.  Grandma and Papa John took us on a ride and we went to the Cliff Dwellings.  We got to walk up the mountain, and then inside the places where the indians lived.  Even grandma made the hike.  It wasn't too hard, but it was a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CnFGyFuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QKa10Te14FE/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124254821426271970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CnFGyFuI/AAAAAAAAAHM/QKa10Te14FE/s320/misc+and+new+house+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronnie found a great walking stick for grandma that helped her to make the hike.  Ronnie however does not like to have his picture taken hence the frown on his face.  &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CnlGyFvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QrfHrN_Is14/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124254830016206578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CnlGyFvI/AAAAAAAAAHU/QrfHrN_Is14/s320/misc+and+new+house+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0Cn1GyFwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qTpDxEYr_uU/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124254834311173890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0Cn1GyFwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/qTpDxEYr_uU/s320/misc+and+new+house+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lacy wants to live here when she becomes an indian.  She doesn't really understand the idea that there are still indians, they have just evolved as we have.    There were still eaten corn cobs in the little rooms.  We climbed up ladders and into little rooms.  The rocks were still held together by the clay that they had used as a type of cement.    IT was really neat.  And the kids had a good time. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0ColGyFxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kq74-AwfwU8/s1600-h/misc+and+new+house+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124254847196075794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0ColGyFxI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kq74-AwfwU8/s320/misc+and+new+house+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the walk down, we took a few breaks in the shade.    It was interesting with all the pretty rocks and beautiful green shrubs and trees.  We spotted poisonous plants and  great areas where the indians might have climbed.  We even found an arrow head.  Made from some type of obsidian stone.  It was really cool.  August was a little bit hot, but we managed it, as it is nothing like Arizona heat where we came from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4857524553009415816?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4857524553009415816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4857524553009415816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4857524553009415816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4857524553009415816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/great-things-to-do-here.html' title='Great things to do here....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rx0CmlGyFtI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VuQ0apguNJc/s72-c/misc+and+new+house+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-4130720384696090893</id><published>2007-10-22T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:58:35.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make up artist ....101</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_41GyFpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EMFwTgBnHtk/s1600-h/grandma+makeup+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124251827834066578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_41GyFpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EMFwTgBnHtk/s320/grandma+makeup+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so grandma Pauline comes to visit, and get the royal treatment.    She gets to have her hair and make up done.  And she gets to play kid games.  Im sure she loves it.  At least she played the part for the pictures and for the fun and entertainment of Lacy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_5lGyFqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d3GAOBiv0uw/s1600-h/grandma+makeup+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124251840718968482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_5lGyFqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d3GAOBiv0uw/s320/grandma+makeup+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eye shadow is Lac's favorite thing to put on.  And not just a light shadow, but full fledged color schemes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_51GyFrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tGeY26b4r4o/s1600-h/grandma+makeup+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124251845013935794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_51GyFrI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tGeY26b4r4o/s320/grandma+makeup+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma you look beautiful.  Reminds me of that lady fom the show, ummmm you know the guy with whose line is it anyway, I can't think right now, oh, Drew Carrey, is that his name? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_6VGyFsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/va32PSLPhqI/s1600-h/grandma+makeup+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124251853603870402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_6VGyFsI/AAAAAAAAAG8/va32PSLPhqI/s320/grandma+makeup+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here she is the makeup artist herself.  She is the little diva that loves to do hair and make up.  Her hair as you noticed is short again.  And guess what I found in the trash this morning?  Her dolls hair.  She was giving it a hair cut, not knowing it wouldn't grow out again, she says, "It will grow mom."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-4130720384696090893?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/4130720384696090893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=4130720384696090893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4130720384696090893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/4130720384696090893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/make-up-artist-101.html' title='Make up artist ....101'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz_41GyFpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/EMFwTgBnHtk/s72-c/grandma+makeup+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-8118837708815827875</id><published>2007-10-22T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:43:04.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My little Lacy turns FOUR......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz681GyFkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oDwif1_clS4/s1600-h/july+2007+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124246398995404354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz681GyFkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oDwif1_clS4/s200/july+2007+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz69VGyFlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wiZgkOaET60/s1600-h/july+2007+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124246407585338962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz69VGyFlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/wiZgkOaET60/s200/july+2007+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birthday parties wear me out.  We through together a quick party for Lacy.  She turned 4 on July 3.  We invited a few friends from church and she was as pleased as pie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz69lGyFmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rfnWo7Xp_2A/s1600-h/july+2007+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124246411880306274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz69lGyFmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/rfnWo7Xp_2A/s200/july+2007+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz691GyFnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KqyQWbZEGHM/s1600-h/july+2007+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124246416175273586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz691GyFnI/AAAAAAAAAGU/KqyQWbZEGHM/s200/july+2007+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played Duck Duck Goose, we had a dance off contest, and we played who's got the button, and it went just fine.   Some of the kids included Emily and Becca Hall, Laura and Angelica and Jean Micheal Vega, Adriana and Andrew Lewis.  Their moms too, but you know Lacy only wants to know who the kids are.  &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6-VGyFoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CPrTjJSWc10/s1600-h/july+2007+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124246424765208194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6-VGyFoI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CPrTjJSWc10/s200/july+2007+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6H1GyFfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g30JW1ei9Ck/s1600-h/july+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124245488462337522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6H1GyFfI/AAAAAAAAAFU/g30JW1ei9Ck/s200/july+2007+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6IVGyFgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DtOrNWTGRHk/s1600-h/july+2007+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124245497052272130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6IVGyFgI/AAAAAAAAAFc/DtOrNWTGRHk/s200/july+2007+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She did get some fun gifts and she actually showed some gratitude.  We have really been working on that.  She has longer hair here, but shortly after this, her daddy convinced her to get her hair cut.  She The Dorothy Hammil cut came  the next week.  She does look cute with it.  &lt;br /&gt;We ate cake and icecream, and ate lunch with watermelon too.  She is my little melon eater.  Any kind of melon she loves. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6I1GyFhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oBIPh0vGQ0M/s1600-h/july+2007+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124245505642206738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6I1GyFhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oBIPh0vGQ0M/s200/july+2007+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6JFGyFiI/AAAAAAAAAFs/veXOzPle1Hk/s1600-h/july+2007+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Birthday cake is so yummy and it is for me..........I am four now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6JlGyFjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e3SnSr28oz4/s1600-h/july+2007+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124245518527108658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz6JlGyFjI/AAAAAAAAAF0/e3SnSr28oz4/s200/july+2007+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-8118837708815827875?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/8118837708815827875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=8118837708815827875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8118837708815827875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/8118837708815827875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-little-lacy-turns-four.html' title='My little Lacy turns FOUR......'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz681GyFkI/AAAAAAAAAF8/oDwif1_clS4/s72-c/july+2007+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-3849317764888551966</id><published>2007-10-22T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T12:25:50.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th America Fest......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2flGyFaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p9A0BSb5SBc/s1600-h/july+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124241498437719458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2flGyFaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p9A0BSb5SBc/s200/july+2007+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, So here goes..... My brother Ben and his wife&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Michelle came with their 3 kids to visit for the 4th of July.  It was great fun.   The kids got to do sparklers, and we watched fire works all over the valley.  The whole city is legal for fireworks, and believe me, it went on for 2 weeks.  RIght in our back yard as well.  Here is Kaylynne posing sweet for her 4th of July Photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2gVGyFbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XK57dW6a4HM/s1600-h/july+2007+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124241511322621362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2gVGyFbI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XK57dW6a4HM/s200/july+2007+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody didn't care to pose but did give us a cute smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2hlGyFcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qni7hUicNus/s1600-h/july+2007+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124241532797457858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2hlGyFcI/AAAAAAAAAE8/qni7hUicNus/s200/july+2007+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posing together, Cody and Kaylynne, they didn't wait for Lacy to get up on the stump, she partially smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2ilGyFdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bo8vSpnZIkM/s1600-h/july+2007+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124241549977327058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2ilGyFdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/bo8vSpnZIkM/s200/july+2007+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my bubba Seth Seven Tolman.  What a name for him.  He loves me and he is so cute too.  He puts his hands out for me and gives great smooshy kisses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2j1GyFeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Jtow656Qdew/s1600-h/july+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124241571452163554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2j1GyFeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Jtow656Qdew/s200/july+2007+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy finally got her pose for the 4th of July.  She can be so sweet when she wants to.  Don't let the pictures fool you.  We have our moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1yVGyFVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CRGSXczAGek/s1600-h/july+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124240721048638802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1yVGyFVI/AAAAAAAAAEE/CRGSXczAGek/s200/july+2007+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is lacy doing a sparkler that she cant get to burn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz10VGyFWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qG60EwpFXII/s1600-h/july+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124240755408377186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz10VGyFWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/qG60EwpFXII/s200/july+2007+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Seth and Aunt Michelle.  Ben is probably inside sleeping on the couch.  That is where we normally find him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz101GyFXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mht5Px1h0XE/s1600-h/july+2007+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124240763998311794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz101GyFXI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mht5Px1h0XE/s200/july+2007+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uncle Ronnie is lighting all the sparklers for the kids to run around with.  Not sure why we gave them fire to play with. However it did entertain them for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz11FGyFYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l8lspy6xwD4/s1600-h/july+2007+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124240768293279106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz11FGyFYI/AAAAAAAAAEc/l8lspy6xwD4/s200/july+2007+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Even Seth thought it was great.  Ooooo, and Aweeeee he wanted to hold it, but we weren't ready for him to eat it.  Maybe when he is older he can join the circus and eat the fire things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz11VGyFZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4CFFJXOcIeQ/s1600-h/july+2007+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124240772588246418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz11VGyFZI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4CFFJXOcIeQ/s200/july+2007+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1BlGyFQI/AAAAAAAAADc/TnleevJhF9U/s1600-h/july+2007+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1B1GyFRI/AAAAAAAAADk/kH_aHTrVFn4/s1600-h/july+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124239887824983314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1B1GyFRI/AAAAAAAAADk/kH_aHTrVFn4/s200/july+2007+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cody just about burnt himself, and that is par for his course, but he loved every minute of it.  My little blondie.  He can be a cutie too, but 10 times non-cute than Lacy.  Watch out World. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1CFGyFSI/AAAAAAAAADs/1ly5wCPGdh0/s1600-h/july+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1CVGyFTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3iVtuwxjEgU/s1600-h/july+2007+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124239896414917938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1CVGyFTI/AAAAAAAAAD0/3iVtuwxjEgU/s200/july+2007+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby wanted to be the Statue of LIberty or Statue of Shelby.  Holding her torch high for all to see.  We played long and hard that weekend.  They actually left the day before the 4th and headed to Grandma's house in Eagar.  Thanks mom, for taking Ben for the next few days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1E1GyFUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NyUSBcg8-ng/s1600-h/july+2007+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124239939364590914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz1E1GyFUI/AAAAAAAAAD8/NyUSBcg8-ng/s200/july+2007+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My little Seth is such the cutie.  We gave him a bath in the kitchen sink.  In his clothes as you can see.  He didn't seem to mind.  He even ate his dinner, Corn, in the sink too. This is one way to feed them and get them bathed all at once.  &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz0KlGyFLI/AAAAAAAAAC0/dgcBDnysqN4/s1600-h/july+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz0K1GyFMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OC25AeNhgyw/s1600-h/july+2007+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124238942932178114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz0K1GyFMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/OC25AeNhgyw/s200/july+2007+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz0LFGyFNI/AAAAAAAAADE/JDoHDLIqPEc/s1600-h/july+2007+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124238947227145426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz0LFGyFNI/AAAAAAAAADE/JDoHDLIqPEc/s200/july+2007+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a great week, and we went to see fun things.  Like the big ditch and the down town area.  It isn't so bad when they come, because Michelle is such a big help. She does dishes and can't sit still even like me.  She is worse, hahahahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-3849317764888551966?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3849317764888551966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=3849317764888551966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3849317764888551966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3849317764888551966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/july-4th-america-fest.html' title='July 4th America Fest......'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxz2flGyFaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/p9A0BSb5SBc/s72-c/july+2007+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-18836852559319870</id><published>2007-10-22T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:57:24.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After the move.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzxilGyFII/AAAAAAAAACc/T8MAF4MdMic/s1600-h/puppies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124236052419187842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzxilGyFII/AAAAAAAAACc/T8MAF4MdMic/s200/puppies+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxzxi1GyFJI/AAAAAAAAACk/oJBTYk49mLQ/s1600-h/puppies+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124236056714155154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxzxi1GyFJI/AAAAAAAAACk/oJBTYk49mLQ/s200/puppies+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay Uploading pictures, doesn't work so well for me.  Here is Shelby after a long day of unpacking in to the rental house here in New Mexico.  She fell asleep on the back of the couch, as you can see in the other picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzxjVGyFKI/AAAAAAAAACs/PSit3s6R2tY/s1600-h/puppies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124236065304089762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzxjVGyFKI/AAAAAAAAACs/PSit3s6R2tY/s200/puppies+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwN1GyFDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/hmr3wsQsjME/s1600-h/numerous+photos+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is lacy too asleep.  I think they just played the whole time I unpacked why are they tired? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwOFGyFEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T4B7r8k2koM/s1600-h/justlikemommy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124234600720241730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwOFGyFEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T4B7r8k2koM/s200/justlikemommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwOlGyFFI/AAAAAAAAACE/MVC-yjkbrZE/s1600-h/numerous+photos+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is my favorite.  She wants to be just like mommy.  She even did her own mascara.  Both of the girls are constantly trying to get me to do their make up.  and If I don't get to it fast enough, well this is what happens.  Lacy just does it herself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwO1GyFGI/AAAAAAAAACM/PzXiQZsmoyU/s1600-h/numerous+photos+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwPFGyFHI/AAAAAAAAACU/TnaQzQYOkoM/s1600-h/puppies+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124234617900110962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzwPFGyFHI/AAAAAAAAACU/TnaQzQYOkoM/s200/puppies+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we moved here, Ginger had another litter only 2 puppies this time.  They were the most adorable little puppies and we didn't want to give them away.  They were sisters.  So, Ron's mom and dad took them and gave them a great home.  I think they love em too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-18836852559319870?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/18836852559319870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=18836852559319870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/18836852559319870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/18836852559319870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-move.html' title='After the move.....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzxilGyFII/AAAAAAAAACc/T8MAF4MdMic/s72-c/puppies+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-9161176533190558851</id><published>2007-10-22T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:41:52.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Park time with Grandpa Rod...</title><content type='html'>We love going to the park with Grandpa Rod.  HE has a park right by his house.  This trip to the park was fun, because we went with cousins we hadn't met before.  Aunt Christine was in town with some of her kids and grandkids, so it was a special occasion to go all together.  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztlFGyE-I/AAAAAAAAABM/PmeXVSOb0k4/s1600-h/IMG_0453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124231697322349538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztlFGyE-I/AAAAAAAAABM/PmeXVSOb0k4/s200/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ronnie thinks he is the spotlight of my camera.  Actually all my kids are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztlVGyE_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Ba7TM5fWjsg/s1600-h/IMG_0469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124231701617316850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztlVGyE_I/AAAAAAAAABU/Ba7TM5fWjsg/s200/IMG_0469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy is a cutie, but we are a little white trashy this weekend.  This is the back side of a cousin, can't remember his name however, maybe it is Bronson, not sure though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxztl1GyFAI/AAAAAAAAABc/7rGpFqVCqms/s1600-h/IMG_0471.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124231710207251458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxztl1GyFAI/AAAAAAAAABc/7rGpFqVCqms/s200/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is my cousin DJ as a grown up, he is pushing lacy who loves to swing, Higher and Higher....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztmFGyFBI/AAAAAAAAABk/UscQiLS0RHM/s1600-h/IMG_0454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124231714502218770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztmFGyFBI/AAAAAAAAABk/UscQiLS0RHM/s200/IMG_0454.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yipee we love slides too, especially fast ones.  My kids are adrenaline junkies, they like scary and fast things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztmlGyFCI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPPfmDp8G3I/s1600-h/IMG_0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124231723092153378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztmlGyFCI/AAAAAAAAABs/LPPfmDp8G3I/s200/IMG_0455.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is good Ole Grandpa Rod doing his grandparenting with the swings.  He's a good grandpa and alway likes to take us to the park.  I think this is my step sister Cara's boy, Little Donny.  This event was in March, before we went to New Mexico too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-9161176533190558851?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/9161176533190558851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=9161176533190558851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/9161176533190558851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/9161176533190558851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/park-time-with-grandpa-rod.html' title='Park time with Grandpa Rod...'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxztlFGyE-I/AAAAAAAAABM/PmeXVSOb0k4/s72-c/IMG_0453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-3665680840032598161</id><published>2007-10-22T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T11:29:31.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Phoenix Zoo.'/><title type='text'>New Mexico here we are.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqXlGyE5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QmQCQlwwrak/s1600-h/IMG_0415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124228166859232146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqXlGyE5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QmQCQlwwrak/s200/IMG_0415.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, we are here and loving it. The weather was great this summer, and we did many fun things. We went camping, to Lake Roberts...Okay, can't find the photos, lets go on to another event. We went to the zoo before we left Arizona, with some friends in the Border Patrol. The Schoening Family. We had a great time as we were with family and friends. Daddy is with the kids in some sort of clam shell, but we as a family are definately not shell-tered.  We get around and do a lot of things together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqZlGyE6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VK_7p6-8uXc/s1600-h/IMG_0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124228201218970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqZlGyE6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/VK_7p6-8uXc/s200/IMG_0419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not sure why this photo came in sideways, or even how to change it, so look at it by the tilt of your head.  Daddy thinks he's a tortoise.  Shelby is taking a ride.  Don't think Id like to be that slow of an animal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqalGyE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sudl6mmkzzk/s1600-h/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124228218398839730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqalGyE7I/AAAAAAAAAA0/Sudl6mmkzzk/s200/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby enjoys all animals.  We will have some farm animals of our own soon, we hope.  We need a few goats to eat all the weeds around here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxzqa1GyE8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ghRAbCT82-4/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124228222693807042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxzqa1GyE8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/ghRAbCT82-4/s200/IMG_0427.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lacy wishes she could have one of each of the animals we saw at the zoo.  Even the giraffe's.  I told her that we would have to move to the forest with tall trees to feed them, she said okay. I can't believe how grown up she is getting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/Rxzqb1GyE9I/AAAAAAAAABE/ItHxyoW-fWk/s1600-h/IMG_0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxznzFGyE2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/alRrguM19FI/s1600-h/IMG_0412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124225340770751330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="219" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxznzFGyE2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/alRrguM19FI/s320/IMG_0412.JPG" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here are the Schoening kiddos.  We did have a lot of fun.  We will miss having good friends to live by.  However, we will meet and have met some new ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-3665680840032598161?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/3665680840032598161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=3665680840032598161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3665680840032598161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/3665680840032598161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-mexico-here-we-are.html' title='New Mexico here we are.....'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/RxzqXlGyE5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/QmQCQlwwrak/s72-c/IMG_0415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-117487203629479851</id><published>2007-03-25T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T19:20:36.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still March and blogging again.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll use green since it is still March.  What did you do for St. Patrick's Day?  I have a nephew and a niece that set traps for the leprechauns that come to their house.  I'm not sure where that started, but we have done the same thing.  We didn't catch a Leprechaun this year, however, we did see their tracks.  The things that we teach our children, and that they learn more about later and learn that we lied to them.  I hope they won't hold it against me, in this case hold it against their Uncle John and Aunt Stacy since that it where it came from.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Okay, so here is another stolen blog from Skidmores.  Scraphappy momma.  Look her up, she is great to read and is even funny, lol.  Here goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;50 things most of you don't know about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1. I am right handed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. I am the only girl in my family.  (6 brothers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. I was on the Pom and Cheer squad in jr high and high school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. I kissed a random boy on New years eve, my neighbors nephew.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. I love country dancing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. I love shopping period......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. I served a mission in Washington and partly ASL.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. I am younger than my hubby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. I did not graduate college, but went for a really long time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10. I have been teaching school for 3 years.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;11. I love all vegetables, even OKRA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12. I started wearing glasses in high school, and now don't, I hate them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;13. I have eaten calf fries, (cow balls)  Didnt know I was eating it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;14. I love to clean and clean.  (I hate the dished though)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;15. I was born in Michigan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;16. I hate to run, and walk, and any excercise.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17. I had my wisdom teeth out and crushed before they pulled them out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;18. I have lived in 3 countries.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;19. I can only wear 14 kt earings too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;20. I had braces only on the bottom my senior year of high school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;21. My favorite color is brick red.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;22. I don't have a favorite flower, but am allergic to wild flowers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;23. I love to watch "The girls next door?"  ( It is even trashier)  NO nudity however.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;24. I will now be living where it snows, and am not sure I will like it or not.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25. I like being a grown up, and don't ever want to be a kid again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;26. I was a half time performer for the Phoenix Suns, and SanDiego CLippers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;27. two of my nieces are named after me, (Lynne) and so is my Shelby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;28. I wish I knew how to make bread.  tried once, and it came out a rock.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;29. I love thunderstorms all together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;30. When I was young, really young, I started a school in my bedroom, with the neighbor kids and their parents actually paid me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;31. I organize my clothes by pants, long or short sleeves, but not by color, Nicole, you have me beat there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;32. I refuse to own a scale at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;33. I hate going to school but love teaching it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;34. I wish I could have another baby, but can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;35. I went surfing as a child, and went to the beach almost everyday in the summer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;36. I went to summer school in California.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;37. I would love to own a jeep, and take the top off alot.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;38. When I was a kid, we started the vacant lot on fire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;39. Who is Rob Thomas?  I don't have a hotty tv guy.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;40. I swear sometimes, but not too much&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;41. I love sea food, and especially california rolls, (fake sushi)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;42. Filet mignon is my favorite steak, and not red at all.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;43. I worked at Wal Mart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;44. I have moved over 26 times in my life, 23 before moving out of my parents house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;45. We have had 3 teenage girls live with us since we got married.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;46. I teach piano lessons, but hate to play in public.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;47. I am very OCD and take medication for it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;48. I love to paint peoples toe nails.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;49. I hated all the high school dances in highschool, because I always had to go with the guys my mom picked.  LAME&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;50.  I hate to read books, and only own a few.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now, I don't know if I will make it to 100 like Nicole, but will try later too.  Sorry Nicole to take your blog ideas.  This is just a good journal for me.  I love it, and wish I did it more often.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-117487203629479851?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/117487203629479851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=117487203629479851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/117487203629479851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/117487203629479851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-march-and-blogging-again.html' title='Still March and blogging again.......'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-117486996469947087</id><published>2007-03-25T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:46:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, day #2, the follow up.</title><content type='html'>My first graders were too cute.  I got presents, and they sure will miss me, actually I will miss them too.  My son Ronnie is in the front 2nd from the left.  It was not fun teaching my own child.  We do much better in school apart from one another.  Talk about manipulation.  &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/546825/IMG_0484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/320/897157/IMG_0484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before we moved to Silver City, we stayed with my parents, grandpa Rod and Grandma Kaffy. Our house had already sold and I was staying to teach one more week, at the school, before the kids went on spring break. It gave the new teacher a chance to shadow me and my class for a couple of days. We went to the park a lot that was by grandpas house. He's a good grandpa. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/603642/IMG_0455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/320/974672/IMG_0455.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day at the Phoenix Zoo with friends from Yuma, that we will never live by. But still friends. It wasn't too hot, but you know what, I have been to 3 different zoos this past year and there are never any animals out when we go and they are always working on the best exhibits. So why go? Well, it still entertains the kids even if they don't see any animals. They loved the goats, that we can always see at our Bishops house, with out going to the zoo. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/320/340239/IMG_0412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/885945/IMG_0407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/320/52499/IMG_0407.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is February and time for another kids birthday. Lil Ronnie is turning 7. I can't believe he will be baptized next year. That was only supposed to be for older families. Okay, so that means Im becoming an established family, I get it. Anyway, this time a cheaper birthday party at Peter Piper Pizza. The tokens however could have been, well lets say, it would have been cheaper to give each kid a ten dollar bill to spend at Target or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now I will send this web sight to a few who may want to see the updated version of what has happened this past 6 months.  We have just been so busy.  Maybe I will try a blog like Lindholms, oh wait, that is companion talk how about Nicole Skidmore's.  What to know about me?  That will definately fill a page or two, or three.  Not sure there will be any photos of that past though.  Too ancient to put on my computer.  Bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-117486996469947087?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/117486996469947087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=117486996469947087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/117486996469947087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/117486996469947087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/okay-day-2-follow-up.html' title='Okay, day #2, the follow up.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-117478020359181262</id><published>2007-03-24T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T18:29:35.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Missing Awhile, Why?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I still can't figure this all out.  So, Start at the bottom of the blog, and I'll do another one to finish tomorrow.  See ya.  Most of my 3rd grade class on our field trip to the Science Center. Where we saw a cows eye be disected. Good thing I don't teach a real science class. Gross, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/189075/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="167" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/259870/IMG_0393.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but interesting. They are a hand full, but I do miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/864433/IMG_0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/189303/IMG_0208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My good friend and what I have closest to a sister, Nicole Bos, now Nicole Moll with her baby Zoe came to visit as well. She is great. And Lindholm, do you recognize her? We had a great time. How does she get so tan in Washington?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/451632/IMG_0340.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/229738/IMG_0340.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; a family christmas photo. With the step part too. we even had family from back east to join us. It was a great christmas and everyone was here. During this photo shoot, the lady taking the photos fell into the water pond and ruined all the pictures before this one. We were all stunned and had to use our personal cameras to finish the photo shoot. It was sad, but we did laugh after she started laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/474516/IMG_0223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/226133/IMG_0223.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love to go to grandma's house in Eager Arizona. She has quads that we love to ride too. This was our most recent family photo. We don't have too many. It was a little chilly there, and now here in Silver City it is very chilly too. A big change from the recent 80 in Arizona. It was only 40 degrees here today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/45106/IMG_0142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/858465/IMG_0142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We love to go to the Sand Dunes, in California, near Yuma. We spent Thanksgiving there and had a ball. Im looking for some dunes here in New Mexico, so we can have just as much fun. I love to ride the sand rail, and also the quads. Lil Ronnie would like one of his own, just not sure I want to take that chance on his life yet, just my own life, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/327210/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/680960/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our dogs, Ginger (shitzu/yorkie) and Jazzy Boy (shitzu) had puppies in November. We had 4 of them. They were so cute. This is a picture of Daddy Jazz, and one of the puppies. We hated to get rid of them, but they did bring us some good christmas money. And as of right now, we think that Ginger is soon to be a mommy again, just in time for some vacation money. They were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/479655/october%202006%20172.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/572209/october%202006%20172.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In October I worked and ran the shops for a place called Schnepf Farms. It was really fun. But many hours. This kids liked to come all the time and hang out around the farm. It was kind of like a carnival and fall festival too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/233262/october%202006%20069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/338573/october%202006%20069.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little Lacy, is a fireball. She has heard a few bad words in the recent past, and she always says, "sh..t is a bad word right, and F..ck....n is a bad word too?" Right. I always say yes, so dont say them. She is cute, but has learned a few bad things in day care. Now Im in this little town of Silver City and staying home again, and so she is with me, and hopefully she will kick her habit. She is going to be 4 this summer, and I can't believe it. She is getting so very big. Too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/464768/october%202006%20087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/107865/october%202006%20087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shelby had a birthday in Sept. She turned 5. She is now in Kindergarten and didn't start until Jan 2007. She loves it and is ahead of her class despite starting half way through the year. She also had her appendix out this Feb. She is a tough little gal. By the way, if doing a cheap birthday part with only a few kids, don't do it at Build A Bear. It will not be cheap. I learned that the hard way. Afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/235798/october%202006%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/989910/october%202006%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, we also went camping with the new ward in Yuma, that never really became out ward. I love to go camping and can even set up the tent by myself. We made a rope walkway across a little creek too. I should have been a boy scout. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/32683/october%202006%20132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/506273/october%202006%20132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a family and cousin outing to Amazing Jakes. It is a fun kid zone with games, rides and food. Needless to say, the picture shows it all. Im the fun aunt. It was a little scary and even the 2 yr old rode this ride. He wasn't really supposed to and I had to hold him on. I rode it 3 times, to get all the neices and nephews a ride with Aunt Kara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/1600/383726/october%202006%20063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5904/3405/200/468111/october%202006%20063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, so here goes. I have been gone a while. I started teaching 1st grade, and then went to 3rd grade after winter break. Also, my hubby almost died in a car wreck, he was the only one involved. Then, we were supposed to move to Yuma, Az, and because of the wreck, he lost his job. He went back to work for Qwest in March, 2007, and we moved to Silver City, NM. Big changes, I Know. Tell me about it. Wait, I'll just update you all on what's going on. Here goes, and a possible attempt at photos too. we'll see. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, that first photo, was from October, we went to Imperial Beach, CA. A favorite of ours. My whole family went, including the step- family as well. We had a great time. Daddy did not go, only for one day, as he was still in the border patrol training in Yuma. That was only 2 hours away, so he came for a day. Here is another attempt to add a photo. okay, this is going back words. I will upload all the photos and then talk about them. How's that. This is hard stuff, LOL..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-117478020359181262?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/117478020359181262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=117478020359181262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/117478020359181262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/117478020359181262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2007/03/been-missing-awhile-why.html' title='Been Missing Awhile, Why?'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-115585150346088159</id><published>2006-08-17T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T14:58:04.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I did it, I think.</title><content type='html'>Okay, So Im not good at getting the pictures where I want them. Here's Ronnie, He is my little swimmer, and never has a shirt on. He is always in some kind of water, and some times, it is "hot water."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/084_84_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/048_48_0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/320/048_48_0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/048_48_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/067_67_0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/067_67_0001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/320/067_67_0001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Okay, lacy on the beach. She loves sun glasses, as does her mother. We buy new pairs often together. She likes to pick mine out but not me picking hers out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/030_30_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/320/030_30_0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay and here is Shelby last year with our new puppy Ginger. She is a shitzu/yorkie. Right now, Ginger is actually pregnant and not much bigger than in this picture. I'll try to add one more photo of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/Monika3-R3-013-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/320/Monika3-R3-013-5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from last may, I think, when we were doing the family photos. Thought about sharing one of all of us, but my hubby shaved his head bawled right before this, so, should I? Well, maybe next time. But here is one of me and lacy, so you can see me too. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/Monika3-R3-013-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/1600/Monika3-R1-063-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5904/3405/320/Monika3-R1-063-30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope this works, I'll have to learn about this photo stuff. We all look similar just a little bigger than last year, yes me too. About 20 lbs bigger. I'll have to share that weight experience some time, but not today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-115585150346088159?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/115585150346088159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=115585150346088159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115585150346088159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115585150346088159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-did-it-i-think.html' title='I did it, I think.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-115584805152805971</id><published>2006-08-17T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T13:54:11.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trailblazer funnies, NOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, so it has been awhile. we recently have had issues with our 2005 trailblazer, my dream suv. Bigger than a mommy van, but smaller than a large SUV. It has less than 30,000 miles, and it has had transmission problems. We have had issues since the beginning. Well, looks like they will give me a new trailblazer, for the exchange of the LEMON&gt; Yipee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We went camping last weekend. We went to Cali, just north of ElCentro. It was beautiful. Green trees, tall ones. We got there late, but it was fine. We set up camp, and went to a little program with the ward. I slept great, but the hubby complained all night about not having an air matresss. Men! We played many games, and visited with good friends. There were some trees, that had holes all over them. I had never seen a tree like it in the many years of camping in the woods. As I got a closer look, there were acorns in each of the holes. I guess the squirrels were storing their year supply there. I laughed. It truly was a sight. If only all we had to store was acorns. The kids had a great time, and we packed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We went into San Diego to visit Uncle Derek and Aunt Jenny, with their new little girl, Dailey. She is adorable. She laughed and I ate up every minute as mine are bigger now and not so cute most of the time. Lacy was actually jealous for the first time ever. Told me to give the baby back, or put her in her crib. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We then went to the beach, and there were dogs on leashes everywhere. I had never seen so many animals at the beach. I stopped one lady and told her that this must be some sort of a dog beach. She laughed at me, and said that there were 3 dog beaches in San Diego and this happened to be one of them. Luckily we saw no poopies, or they had washed away with the waves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Little Ronnie loved it. He has been to the beach several times. But with less fears this time, and knowing how to swim, he waded out a little bit, and then came in and said several times all day, "this is the best day of my life, ", and " this is awesome." He is so funny some times. Shelby was a little hesitant but still enjoyed getting wet and getting in the sand. Not too fond of the sand down below, but we washed it away often. Lacy stayed out of the water unless Daddy took her in forcefully. She sort of liked it, but didn't want to be let go of. She was afraid she would drowned. She says," I will drowned, I don't have my vest or floaties." I wish I could figure out how to upload pictures, I could put a few on here. Anyone, let me know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Upon returning home, we made it all the way to Yuma, where we drop off daddy for work. The transmission completely went out as we got there. Luckily we weren't stuck in the middle of no where. I had to rent a car to get home and get back to life. They still have my car at a dealership in Yuma. Replacing the entire transmission. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had a conference call with the General Manager of GM. They are going to work, with me to get the new one, no more questions asked. They have replaced my leather 4 times, the radio, the dashbored that they broke fixing the radio, the 4 seat belts they ruined replacing the leather, and etc. Need I go on? So, it is definately a lemon. A new one will be nice. Well, need to go. I am having an open house this weekend, to try and get my house sold. I need to touch up some paint, clean the tile and grout, and clean the rest, oh and a weeks worth of laundry to fold. Any one care to make a few bucks, LOL&gt; Tomorrow night I am hosting a family back to school party. We will be making crafts and having a good time with food and visiting. Hope it is worth it. It will be fun. Hasta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-115584805152805971?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/115584805152805971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=115584805152805971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115584805152805971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115584805152805971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2006/08/trailblazer-funnies-not.html' title='trailblazer funnies, NOT!'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-115422043221532785</id><published>2006-07-29T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:34:26.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things, stolen from Scraphappymamma:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Okay, so this idea is a stolen idea, when your brain has been fried from humidity and you need something to blog about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Three Things.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things That Scare Me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Scorpions&lt;/u&gt;, One bit my neice while watching her and she almost died; &lt;u&gt;Stupid people&lt;/u&gt;, the kind that can only do one thing at a time, and they are too busy doing what they shouldn't be doing; &lt;u&gt;The End of this Life&lt;/u&gt;, Im unsure of the future and is scares me to think that it may all come to end and may not be pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People That Make Me Laugh; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;My kids&lt;/u&gt; are always making me laugh, &lt;u&gt;Lacy&lt;/u&gt; said one time, after she got into trouble, "just get a new lacy then." &lt;u&gt;Shelby&lt;/u&gt; like to get her self dressed in what She thinks is cute and then she comes in and says, (always waiting for a response of it is beautiful,) "so, how do I look" with her hands on her hips, and her head tilted back, and her hips to one side. &lt;u&gt;Ronnie&lt;/u&gt; is always making little babies laugh and it is a joy to me and makes me laugh too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I Love; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today it is &lt;u&gt;not my husband&lt;/u&gt;, he just came in and told me that this blogging is a waste of time. I don't love him at the moment. I love &lt;u&gt;my children&lt;/u&gt;, I love when &lt;u&gt;someone else does my dishes&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Hate: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I absolutely hate cleaning the &lt;u&gt;dishes&lt;/u&gt;, having my &lt;u&gt;husband being gone&lt;/u&gt;, (except for today :) ) and all the trecherous&lt;u&gt; wars&lt;/u&gt; we will see before the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things On My Desk: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not really anything, we are packing to move and so there are speakers, for tmusic, a printer and a copier, wait also my blog pages that I am printing to put into my journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Want to Do Before I Die: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I would love to go to Mexico and to South America and to see the &lt;u&gt;Book of Mormon Lands&lt;/u&gt; for myself instead of just reading about them. I would love to &lt;u&gt;kneel where Jesus knelt&lt;/u&gt; as he wept for our sins, and I would love to lay on the ground in the &lt;u&gt;Sacred Grove&lt;/u&gt; and look up, imagining what it would have been like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Can Do: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can &lt;u&gt;sew&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;teach piano&lt;/u&gt; lessons, and &lt;u&gt;love my kids&lt;/u&gt; all day long. I can &lt;u&gt;scapbook &lt;/u&gt;and to &lt;u&gt;shop&lt;/u&gt;, and needless to say, there are more than three, but they aren't all things I think I can do, I have great friends who tell me I can do them, whishing I could see for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Ways to Describe My Personality: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My personality is &lt;u&gt;OCD&lt;/u&gt;, anyone know what that is? It means you can't sleep before the house is cleaned up, and you can't go on vacation with out cleaning the house, and you can't drive your car anywhere with out cleaning it out, and need I go on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Can’t Do: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I can't do &lt;u&gt;Sign Language&lt;/u&gt; I keep trying, &lt;u&gt;water ski&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;fly&lt;/u&gt;, I wish I had wings, and could at least try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Think You Should Listen To: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Me, just kidding, &lt;u&gt;Good music&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;The prophet&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;your spouse&lt;/u&gt; most of the time, and especially &lt;u&gt;your children&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I Think You Should Never Listen To: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Your neighbor, your in-laws (because sometimes you are right too), and your temptuous thoughts, (satan)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Absolute Favorite Foods:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I love &lt;u&gt;Sushi&lt;/u&gt;, actually california rolls, &lt;u&gt;Filet Mignon&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;Flan&lt;/u&gt;, Brazillian made only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Things I’d Like to Learn:&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; I NEED to learn to &lt;u&gt;make bread&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Jar my meals&lt;/u&gt;, for storage, and to &lt;u&gt;lose weight&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Beverages I Drink Regularly: Dr. Pepper, Water and more Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Shows I Watched as a Kid: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Silver Spoons, Giligan's Island, Dallas and Knotts landing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 People I Tag: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Not sure what tagging is, anyone care to explain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What an easy way out. Steal someone elses idea as of what to blog. Anyone want to send me more ideas? Go ahead and send them. Thanks, lindholm.. You are the best. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-115422043221532785?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/115422043221532785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=115422043221532785' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115422043221532785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115422043221532785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2006/07/3-things-stolen-from-scraphappymamma.html' title='3 Things, stolen from Scraphappymamma:)'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-115421799671324419</id><published>2006-07-29T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T17:06:36.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'># 1 reason to be excited about humidity.</title><content type='html'>Okay, so here goes.  It is so humid and has been all week, but it is okay.  I have good reason to be happy about going out doors and sweating all my make up off, and having my just blown-straight hair go super curly.  Also, feeling like I have a wet swimsuit under my clothing.  WE HAD RAIN&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; yipee.  That is really exciting.  Here is AZ we don't really get much rain, and this past week, we had 3 nights of rain.  And on one of those nights, we had more rain than we have had, in the whole year.  I was really excited.  We had Real Thunder, crackling thunder and major lightning, of all colors.  It went on for hours the first night.  SO much wind, that there were telephone poles over and trees uprooted, and lots of mud.  Well, I don't even care.  I was so excited to get rain.  I love the rain.  I woke up my three sleepy little ones, and well, needless to say, they got excited too.  We went out on the front porch and let the rain fall all over us, especially the rain falling from the edge of the roof, it was drenchingly qwenching my need for rain. &lt;br /&gt;I didn't even have to water the plants, and it didn't cost me a thing.  Yipee.  So that is why I am excited about the humidity.  We are having monsoon already and they are like the kind we had when I was a child.  Haven't been so great for years past.  Now, I love it.  Yipee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-115421799671324419?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/115421799671324419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=115421799671324419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115421799671324419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115421799671324419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2006/07/1-reason-to-be-excited-about-humidity.html' title='# 1 reason to be excited about humidity.'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-115378616881760586</id><published>2006-07-24T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:09:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rutted routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;SO, the day goes on lifeless.  My hubby was here this weekend.  He lives elsewhere, until we get out home sold.  I am currently watching 10 kids including my own that is, and school starts tomorrow.  Random school starting tomorrow.  Well, Everyday seems the same for me.  I get up, first kid arrives at 5:15, and then 6:15 three more, and then at 7:30 three more, and then by that time, my own three are awake.  Wew do breakfast, I throw in some laundry and start cleaning, then, I do lunch and change a diaper and then clean some more.  Throw in some more laundry.  Stop a few arguments, before they become fights, and then, it's nap time.  Usually it consists of two different kinds.  The big kids watch a movie, rather noisily, and then the younger ones go to sleep, if I lay with them for a few minutes.  One needs a blanky and another a sippy cup with two handles, pink ones.  I yell at the kids a few times, to be quiet, and then do the dishes.  Well, they are all awake now, because the big kids aren't quiet.  3:30 comes, and 4 of the kids leave.  I start cleaning, or continue cleaning some more.   Then, I start dinner and maybe get a shower in .  Then at 5:45, 3 more kids leave and we eat dinner.  I clean the kitchen and do bath time and jamies, then, put in a kid movie and put them to bed.  About 8:30 or 9:00 I get to my bed, that is if there are no kids in it with me and I watch something to put me to sleep.  Oh man, 5:10 the next morning and my alarm, here we go again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-115378616881760586?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/115378616881760586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=115378616881760586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115378616881760586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115378616881760586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2006/07/rutted-routine.html' title='rutted routine'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31461644.post-115350000943929796</id><published>2006-07-21T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:40:09.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy days momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Okay, so it is always crazy around here.  I have 3 children of my own, and well, then I watch 6 to 7 other children randomly during the week.  I am definiately crazy.  I can only do this while my hubby is away.  He is a Federal agent and is working away from home, has been gone since february and we are anxiously waiting to sell out home to be with him.  It is so crazy sometimes.  Actually every day is crazy, but then again, that is where the prozac comes in handy.  Most think I am the craziest momma out there with all there is going on around me.  And well maybe they are right, but do they really realize how crazy it is, or could be.  It could worsen the the craziest ever, as the world is.  But for now, in my own little world, It is just crazy enough for me.  Every day is a crazy day.  It wouldn't be my day if it weren't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31461644-115350000943929796?l=crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/feeds/115350000943929796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31461644&amp;postID=115350000943929796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115350000943929796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31461644/posts/default/115350000943929796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crazydayzmomma.blogspot.com/2006/07/crazy-days-momma.html' title='crazy days momma'/><author><name>Kara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08991711831838222059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MpeSecCbzs4/ShxQ3WW8KgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/d7TEWuT_SmM/S220/KARA1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
