tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-218612582024-03-07T17:56:19.573-06:00scenes from lisa's lifeEveryday funny things happen. I am publishing them here to make you smile.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.comBlogger538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-12677086463005850762013-11-18T17:00:00.000-06:002013-11-18T17:00:04.471-06:00What a weekend!Wow! What a weekend! I'm just glad I lived through it.<br />
<br />
Friday night after working all day, the big girls and I decided to go get fro-yo, Mads favorite food, and take in "Babes in Arms" at the Lamar High School. May I just say that they really did a fine job. Anna Long as "Susie" was fantastic and yes, I might be biased because I know her but she was still good.<br />
<br />
Then Saturday I ran all day. And I mean ALL day! First, to Madeline's baseball practice and while she did that Sadie and I ran down to the school for the arts and crafts fair then back to the practice field where we made our grocery list while waiting for Mads to finish. Then, off to see a friend in the hospital, she was in good spirits so that was nice. Then back up close to home for groceries which took FOREVER because I hadn't been in a while. Then home long enough to unload the car and then back down to a friend's house who gave us a lovely couch and ottoman. Then, back home to unload it but even before I could help Conrad do that Mads asked to go to the mall with some friends. So, off I go down to the mall. On the way back, I stopped to get everyone some food, got home, ate and then back down to the mall to pick up Mads. By the time I got home, I was pooped!<br />
<br />
Sunday, church then a birthday brunch for a friend then a little jaunt through the woods and up a hill for a picnic with the family. I've never hurt so bad after a walk in my life. Granted, I didn't have on proper footwear, I was wearing sandles but still, am I that old?<br />
<br />
We took the puppy dogs with us. We asked the cats if they wanted to go but they just looked at us like we'd grown a new head. The dogs ran and romped. They were some tired babies when we got home.<br />
<br />
Conrad then made cowboy stew. A specialty of his. We might, in fact, have it again tonight. <br />
<br />
Oh, then today I got some really good news. A friend of mine found out she does NOT have cancer! It's a time to celebrate for sure. So, when you're saying your prayers tonight, give an extra shout out of thanks for my friend. We are all so happy for her!<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-90946903719270872002013-11-15T16:30:00.000-06:002013-11-15T16:30:00.085-06:00Oops, some trouble!I got into big trouble (well, any trouble I get into I think is big) for updating my blog during work hours. As well I should have but gosh darn, those cookies had to be shared!<br />
<br />
This weekend should be a relatively docile one. Anna does have a friend coming to spend the night tonight but other than that, not much going on.<br />
<br />
Since I've last posted, we've gotten a new puppy. Maybe two since I can't remember if we had Paco when I last posted. We are now on an equal playing field with the animals. Two dogs and three cats. One cat stays in the attic because he hates the dogs. Comes down only to eat (and hopefully do his business). The other two cats don't like the dogs but don't care enough to go so far as the attic. <br />
<br />
Paco is a mixed mutt. Hank is a chocolate lab. Still a puppy even though he's a 1 1/2 yrs. old. Yes, yes, I have heard the whole two years for puppy-dom for labs. We're enduring but looking forward to the settled down Hank. I love that dog, even in his puppy prime. Paco tolerates Hank because he's the only other canine in the house to play with. So they play and growl and bark and growl and play and, in general, drive me crazy. Some days it's a zoo in the house and the house isn't really big enough to house a zoo plus humans. But, I wouldn't have it any other way. It makes life exciting.<br />
<br />
Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-55201932302889354342013-11-14T15:21:00.002-06:002013-11-14T15:27:30.775-06:00A very sweet treat.I can't believe how long it's been since I last wrote here!<br />
<br />
I will catch y'all up later on what everyone's been doing. Right now I want to tell y'all about a new thing someone introduced me to...Gingerbread Oreos! Oh MY goodness, they are delicious.<br />
<br />
Nabisco - you've outdone yourself. I didn't really think you could improve on the oreo, then you came up with the vanilla oreo with chocolate innerds. THEN you come up with vanilla oreos with flippin' gingerbread flavored cream in them? I think I'm happy they won't be around all year. I would be big as a house.<br />
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoIXTV4WqWqYPAHCH7lyy_XlXy_nF4_qAQKp3tx-xpu2yMbWGVDNaTApxaVco4xXYe40A9LsW3ZfwmJQlQMyblPkbmSpeDjhd5Eg2VqPVQhv4Ff7kUtca_ii3SellDhtFCjNN2w/s1600/DSC00412.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYoIXTV4WqWqYPAHCH7lyy_XlXy_nF4_qAQKp3tx-xpu2yMbWGVDNaTApxaVco4xXYe40A9LsW3ZfwmJQlQMyblPkbmSpeDjhd5Eg2VqPVQhv4Ff7kUtca_ii3SellDhtFCjNN2w/s320/DSC00412.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZig1_thD5GST-v0UwWDaScwxGO0W_G5qkRZfooET3KehPmCQbqcxlzl0f-Jt8FFG4G7GwF3Td0n2AtCc9m7cExL0bjF1EfeHH9k0MdKc9isZ1Hnp0slDif1YEKBUIxvHqFg_agg/s1600/DSC00411.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZig1_thD5GST-v0UwWDaScwxGO0W_G5qkRZfooET3KehPmCQbqcxlzl0f-Jt8FFG4G7GwF3Td0n2AtCc9m7cExL0bjF1EfeHH9k0MdKc9isZ1Hnp0slDif1YEKBUIxvHqFg_agg/s320/DSC00411.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>
Just in case you needed to know what they look like.<br />
<br />
I've been thinking a lot about my blog lately. Madeline even asked me why I haven't updated in awhile. I think I will begin anew. So much stuff goes on around here. You might (or might not) find it amusing.<br />
<br />
So, I'll give it a whirl and see what I can come up with. See y'all soon!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-41496737578405267932010-11-13T21:35:00.006-06:002010-11-13T22:28:48.044-06:00I don't understand<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh39mxlddQ2O1yYem-Y1rcN0wuO8Ze-i5w_V1neCMCPvUdOBP6ojNQlOhp4ktzgV6_qrqISZQlrfDfyYwtuhhhj-BtrcQexN-9RZAnjApaL5NWGY8IObj5kCDVXvAYJ62d4LWVxSw/s1600/marty.jpg"></a></p>Since I started this blog, y'all have been through the good the bad and the ugly. This post will be one of the latter.<br /><br />A week ago tomorrow one of my dear friends took his life. I went home to be at his funeral. I have been sad since I found out. I found out a work by a text from a friend who thought I already knew. What a shock. Not the place to find out. I had a hard time keeping it together and how I got through the next day and a half at work, I don't know. It's a blur.<br /><br />I got to the funeral home and saw many old friends and their spouses. I saw my friend in the casket looking very unlike himself. Just lifeless. You may laugh at that but it's true. I was used to seeing him smiling and cracking jokes and being full of life. Him just lying there with bad makeup on and hands just as lifeless as they can be was just not him.<br /><br />Then the funeral. Many friends from the night before and some different ones, again, great to see, just not under those conditions. Another friend from childhood gave a eulogy. He said he didn't want to be there. Neither did I. I don't think anyone did. No one ever wants to be at a funeral, but, I don't think people are as sad when it was a life long lived and comes to an end from natural causes or even when an illness is involved. At least you know they are at long last free from the bonds of the illness and whole again, in heaven. To me, this was unnatural, preventable. But was it?<br /><br />I may have just answered my own questions. I wasn't understanding. I wasn't angry. I was just sad.<br /><br />I guess if I look at this as though it were a physical illness, I should be happy for my friend. He's no longer in such a black place that even the light of his children couldn't get through. The light of friendships long standing, the light of a mother, sister, wife's love, the light Jesus himself couldn't shine through.<br /><br />I know God has him. I know he doesn't hold it against him that he took his life. That kind of illness had such a hold on him and he hid it so well, most of the time, that no one could know the blackness that was his depression. I've often heard that depressed people can hide it well. While I don't think there are any of us who knew him who didn't know of his depression, I don't think any of us thought that "now" was the time for him. And, granted, I hadn't talked to him in the last couple of weeks but, I had no idea. Perhaps those closest to him had an inkling, that may be what caused them to send the sheriff out to find him when they couldn't reach him. But, on the whole, I think it caught all of us by surprise.<br /><br />I think - no - I know that he could have called anyone who was in that chapel yesterday and any one of us would have been more than happy to drop what we were doing to help him. He who had for so long brought us joy and laughter. If only he had reached out. I know that's part of the darkness of depression. Thinking no one understands, not wanting to bother people. It's wrong.<br /><br /><br />If I ever thought for a second someone I knew was close to doing harm to themselves, I would do anything in my power to stop it. I realize that is me "traveling by bubble", thinking I can change the world or even one person by trying to help. Well, maybe I could. Maybe he just needed one person to say "your life is worth living". I guess maybe I think his blackness was so deep that even that wouldn't help and this was his answer. Being in the light of Jesus sure sounds preferable to that dark hole he had to have been in and I'm not even suicidal.<br /><br /><br />I guess I have written myself into feeling a bit better. Working out that now my friend is finally in a bright place. A place where he can finally be happy and at peace. I'm still sad. I still miss my friend but, I know at least he can finally smile and mean it.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /></p>Rest in peace my friend. At last.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-57731962036904714272010-06-01T21:29:00.005-05:002010-06-01T22:10:18.741-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsPTEC_a4rLUv7bO3eo5q0wU2oXFlQ-NAv2gPlIqL5A-qHt4B-28kKvxsaCGHCgW9nSAb64Ha5vfndhcZKVabfA92Hnsec-vtW5dUjhLKdIjiBD4QL1Iz1bvtLnK_MRGqC7SmgQ/s1600/6110+082.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478002965242434274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsPTEC_a4rLUv7bO3eo5q0wU2oXFlQ-NAv2gPlIqL5A-qHt4B-28kKvxsaCGHCgW9nSAb64Ha5vfndhcZKVabfA92Hnsec-vtW5dUjhLKdIjiBD4QL1Iz1bvtLnK_MRGqC7SmgQ/s320/6110+082.jpg" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ok</span>, I have downloaded these pictures twice and lost them the first time and can't move them into the right order. There is NO rhyme or reason to the downloading of photos on this blog. Perhaps this summer I can spend some time figuring it out. Anyone out there reading this who has already figured it out, please feel free to enlighten me.<br /><br />Anyhow...Today, the baby of my babies graduated <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-school. She is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">officially</span> a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kindergartner</span> now. They did a really good job of their little graduation at Brennan Academy. She graduated cum <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">laud</span> (with honors) because she turned in ALL her homework assignments (one every month). They were family projects so perhaps we all got honors today, along with her.<br /><br />Everybody came out for the occasion, Even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nonnie</span>. Thank you, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nonnie</span>! And thanks for dinner at our favorite celebration place...El Chicos!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCiCnaT5T4LVWsHenifRwrYLQZJ68Ud_AHfFtWvGSyPW43_fNNagWFpST_xdWekwKOrvWF0ahWHRRq6PINCBU7NX6Q3GyuGCC89N0Gdk_khI4h8E4bELDbdFINRzCMm59pM8sJw/s1600/6110+080.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478002958214295954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCiCnaT5T4LVWsHenifRwrYLQZJ68Ud_AHfFtWvGSyPW43_fNNagWFpST_xdWekwKOrvWF0ahWHRRq6PINCBU7NX6Q3GyuGCC89N0Gdk_khI4h8E4bELDbdFINRzCMm59pM8sJw/s320/6110+080.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDrE5VxNHvA8X-fKTh-qGj11pDHdgySMy_vqqzkah9uuhWYT8kEnwuCUHrfekIUSmyzF9rFrlmIq-5GR2UuvBISCrYc9rrmfDp2oRDyspHOOgVjXWfwkzoAmXGKbDrStugIzmcA/s1600/6110+079.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478002951735063858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDrE5VxNHvA8X-fKTh-qGj11pDHdgySMy_vqqzkah9uuhWYT8kEnwuCUHrfekIUSmyzF9rFrlmIq-5GR2UuvBISCrYc9rrmfDp2oRDyspHOOgVjXWfwkzoAmXGKbDrStugIzmcA/s320/6110+079.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WC8pIVl40ZoiAzLC042bbD4QUgDJHYR0tcOviMOJcsUglndEDiLdzW0S3QyU4LlyHTufz-0TgTEeM2OpMqp-4KvGkR0dktID6il7yLYeFYTb3BjPPoyx4HLL3nOX9qJTOVPKPw/s1600/6110+074.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478002943043105474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WC8pIVl40ZoiAzLC042bbD4QUgDJHYR0tcOviMOJcsUglndEDiLdzW0S3QyU4LlyHTufz-0TgTEeM2OpMqp-4KvGkR0dktID6il7yLYeFYTb3BjPPoyx4HLL3nOX9qJTOVPKPw/s320/6110+074.jpg" /></a> This is Anna and Tate. He'll be going to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ACA</span> next year, too. When he asked the teacher who was testing him if Anna would be going to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ACA</span>, too, and she said "yes", he said "oh, you know I'm going to want to talk to her". He's a cutie!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div> Here's all my babies...big and small!<br /><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9A2xPa3zPf6DmtAZV8UbbCmd5jiRNZHL5QFTOsVX8ozpTRInwOpPPNaeKF_Ogy9DoqdsxT_MFqxkJhdnQ5yWN5KV1RsChJjiyTwRQrW3NPsKgfTLYdnZxJF73I0Qq7ow2NN4Y_g/s1600/6110+071.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001715449119842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9A2xPa3zPf6DmtAZV8UbbCmd5jiRNZHL5QFTOsVX8ozpTRInwOpPPNaeKF_Ogy9DoqdsxT_MFqxkJhdnQ5yWN5KV1RsChJjiyTwRQrW3NPsKgfTLYdnZxJF73I0Qq7ow2NN4Y_g/s320/6110+071.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3NyHXS0aw1rv_POula2k2k1bWallgzYUUc7c-_dpaxPCX5wJwm_UQYIHfgRAGWVvmSv2Cw-nkcxOIhcCKApsyNNWjrPYm6C5vY6rm20XTcxxjXBF0_s4UzWID2p9-kpeH_OFHA/s1600/6110+061.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001713843802674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3NyHXS0aw1rv_POula2k2k1bWallgzYUUc7c-_dpaxPCX5wJwm_UQYIHfgRAGWVvmSv2Cw-nkcxOIhcCKApsyNNWjrPYm6C5vY6rm20XTcxxjXBF0_s4UzWID2p9-kpeH_OFHA/s320/6110+061.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgNMKQ-SqW9aaBZIEJqMw_6xinRMWMvt0T4Qy6EIiLjH78WNMvWGlPjNRTPzNenwNkDxpAJkiEZw2Ov5WHOtQ2oNL3oAtWz5LJiR2OVk8TGtfxVRbhZrjuPOJ6ovhiib7wgBw9g/s1600/6110+058.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001698364251490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFgNMKQ-SqW9aaBZIEJqMw_6xinRMWMvt0T4Qy6EIiLjH78WNMvWGlPjNRTPzNenwNkDxpAJkiEZw2Ov5WHOtQ2oNL3oAtWz5LJiR2OVk8TGtfxVRbhZrjuPOJ6ovhiib7wgBw9g/s320/6110+058.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHEBYF4eQ0rwaXQ3H7M8ni2hd-LWtaV5o-aS-tvGd3Jc36y86CgzljjtcBuAAv-853ZEASjHIcrOjtxmxiHqEerq5vTbxoFHUKHCKL6njRowptwmFuhDCmWxpoB6cqQJStz5Cjg/s1600/6110+054.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001688680281634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSHEBYF4eQ0rwaXQ3H7M8ni2hd-LWtaV5o-aS-tvGd3Jc36y86CgzljjtcBuAAv-853ZEASjHIcrOjtxmxiHqEerq5vTbxoFHUKHCKL6njRowptwmFuhDCmWxpoB6cqQJStz5Cjg/s320/6110+054.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPy0U6n26VWY7U-MqJwck-Y6_DdtTRI_Yu4qFAmfyN1CszafxzBj3aHiYmLMiR2-CviltNvOZzziwgINlTGbdg6m4UwjUM8fCWBz6lT2io9tzu_fGXGQIXqoQjS1cN91kdkyvVA/s1600/6110+060.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478001701640203058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPy0U6n26VWY7U-MqJwck-Y6_DdtTRI_Yu4qFAmfyN1CszafxzBj3aHiYmLMiR2-CviltNvOZzziwgINlTGbdg6m4UwjUM8fCWBz6lT2io9tzu_fGXGQIXqoQjS1cN91kdkyvVA/s320/6110+060.jpg" /></a><br />They sang a bunch of songs before the graduation. She actually sang all of them! <br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I didn't even cry! I probably will when she graduates Kindergarten. For sure will when she graduates High School. But, that's a blog for another day.</div><div> </div><div>I can't believe all my girls will be in one school next year for the only year that will happen. But, it should make it a heck of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">easier</span>. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">WOOHOO</span>!</div><div> </div><div>Congratulations, Anna. We're all so proud of you.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA3NyHXS0aw1rv_POula2k2k1bWallgzYUUc7c-_dpaxPCX5wJwm_UQYIHfgRAGWVvmSv2Cw-nkcxOIhcCKApsyNNWjrPYm6C5vY6rm20XTcxxjXBF0_s4UzWID2p9-kpeH_OFHA/s1600/6110+061.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-25113592164307871372010-04-28T20:16:00.001-05:002010-04-28T20:16:35.423-05:00Look who's coming to dinnerWe had dinner at jon and Tyler....Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-45818644963084674672010-04-21T15:53:00.001-05:002010-04-21T15:53:05.455-05:00Happy admin prof daySo, today was the official holiday known as administrative professional's day. I walked in this morning to a lively potted arrangement that will find it's way to my garden eventually. Then the cookie that I stuck in the arrangement as you can see in the picture. I was treated to lunch, chocolate covered strawberries, a Joann's gift card and two dozen roses. Not a bad for a holiday I totally forgot about.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-2937610336401370242010-04-20T20:25:00.002-05:002010-04-20T20:32:37.766-05:00Just ducky<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULALJNrrJy2z-5AHeH2MWyKE3L1cFPK3dL6G0wG2lkOYNqtONQdGcnFqJWjbH9QJvowQ6rzixfArPqxjmBmbTA3i2IckznQ4dXFr9eGvYPFLKOtbpGYD5lWG0HQNkfJL5mDpR7Q/s1600/shoe+duck.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462397583585453954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjULALJNrrJy2z-5AHeH2MWyKE3L1cFPK3dL6G0wG2lkOYNqtONQdGcnFqJWjbH9QJvowQ6rzixfArPqxjmBmbTA3i2IckznQ4dXFr9eGvYPFLKOtbpGYD5lWG0HQNkfJL5mDpR7Q/s320/shoe+duck.jpg" /></a><br /><div>There's a lady who comes in everyday to pick up. A student from Homework & Health (our after school care) and lately she's been bringing me a duck tucked into odd places like her pocket or sleeve. Today, this picture shows where it was.<br /><br />I'm updating from my phone so I hope this goes through. If so, you'll be seeing lots of new posts!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-14349780822932578952010-04-14T12:25:00.002-05:002010-04-14T12:35:54.553-05:00Bookfair at Barnes and NobleIf you would like to help our school's music department by doing something you may have already been planning to do...<br /><br />Go to <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/">www.barnesandnoble.com</a><br />Pick yourself out a few things you'd like to purchase<br />Go through the normal check-out process<br />After you enter the credit card information, there is a small box underneath that says "Check this box if this is a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bookfair</span> order". <strong>CHECK THIS BOX!</strong><br /><br /><strong>Enter the code: 10158616 </strong><br /><br />finish checking out and that's it! You've helped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ACA</span> Music Dept. make some much needed (and appreciated) money!<br /><br />I will be posting about Sadie's performance last night at the Barnes and Noble here, later. Keep an eye out!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-24197352604124439502010-04-11T11:41:00.003-05:002010-04-11T12:20:21.844-05:00Saturday in the life...Yesterday was a busy day in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">WanglerWorld</span>, and it oozed on over to this morning.<br /><br />First thing yesterday morning, and I do mean FIRST thing (like 6:30 we had to get up) Sadie had her last race of the year for running club at school. It was at the new stadium so everyone parked at our house (because Jerry was charging to park for a race - whatever!) and walked/ran over there. I stayed and waited for the stragglers and off we went. The race just started when I got there but about 8 min. later, two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ACA</span> boys come running down the final stretch to take the race. I was so proud! Some big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ol</span>' boy tried to put on the burners down the final stretch but our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ACA</span> boys kept on and won. Then Sadie comes down the stretch (well, there was a bit of time in between the first place runners and Sadie and several runners) but she finished 3rd girl out of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ACA's</span> runners. I was so proud.<br /><br />They had all sorts of things for kids to do after the race so the girls went over and jumped, ran through <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">obstacle</span> courses and who knows what else and Conrad and Anna met us there, then I walked some people home.<br /><br />I was hoping that Conrad didn't think I was planning on walking back to that stadium because I wasn't. But as I sat in the front yard debating the idea of going back to bed, it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">occurred</span> to me that I could cut that stinky tree down that is in our garden. So, I got the hand saw and started sawing. I had that thing down and cut up into "garbage truck take-able sized" pieces before Conrad was even on his way back home. Our garden has now been <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">de</span>-treed and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">de</span>-leaved (otherwise known as raked) and it is looking pretty good. My dream is to put some sort of stone flooring in it like bricks or what-have-you and put our table on it and leave places for plants in the stone. Like I said, that's just the dream. I'll let you know what we do with it.<br /><br />Then, after the girls got home, I took <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mads</span> for a gift and to meet a friend who was taking her to a birthday party. Then the rest of us worked in the yard and then sat and talked to neighbors and listened to the Ranger game until it was over.<br /><br />After the Ranger game ended, all Wanglers and Brady walked over to the ballpark to hear Clint Black in concert. It was a really good concert and yes ladies, Clint still looks good in those jeans! While we adults were listening to the concert the children went over to the hillside to roll down the hill. If there's a hill, kids are going to roll down it, right? So, we're watching that and listening to the concert when I suddenly notice Anna isn't with the other kids. Conrad goes over and I can see him really fussing at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mads</span> and I catch his eye and do the universal motion for "so, does anyone know where she is?" and he gives the universal sign for "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span> ANNA IS MISSING"!! So I go find the nearest uniformed men and tell them the 4 year old is missing, what she's wearing, what color her hair is, etc. and they get on their radios and get the word out. Then, a ballpark security guard comes walking up with her. I hugged her and thanked her profusely. She told me that Anna didn't know her name and I assured her she knew her name that she could even write it. I then told her she just doesn't talk to strangers. She acted like I might be trying to pull the wool over her eyes but said "OK". So, Anna didn't leave our sight after that. Conrad was getting on to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mads</span> earlier because while he was trying to find the youngest child, she's all worried because Sadie is trying to use her cardboard to slide down the hill. He's trying to impress upon her that <em>Anna is missing, cardboard doesn't matter</em>!<br /><br />Then we came home and discussed going to the implosion of Texas Stadium this morning. I kinda wanted to go, the kids really wanted to go and I could tell Conrad wanted to go, too. So, I talked him into letting me sleep in and watch it on TV while he and the girls went out there. I'll be honest, as soon as they left, I decided I wish I had gone. I did watch it on TV...well, I napped <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">during</span> it on TV and had to rewind to see the actual implosion. I have it recorded if anyone wants to watch it. In fact, you can click <a href="http://www.myfoxdfw.com/dpp/news/031810-Texas-Stadium-Implosion">here</a> and watch it.<br /><br />And, the last bit of the weekend, Mrs. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Froese</span> (Sadie's running coach) ran the race this morning over at the stadium (adults raced today) and won! We're so proud! I only know this because she parked at our house this morning and she came to get her car and told us. Way to go Mrs. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Froese</span>!<br /><br />So, now we're taking it easy, even missing church to catch up on sleep and sanity. I am doing laundry and will grocery shop and get all this stuff picked up outside but, other than that, I'm not doing much today. I'm hoping God forgives for us skipping church one day.<br /><br />So, how was your weekend?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-80447535156911290762010-04-07T17:37:00.005-05:002010-04-07T18:07:34.736-05:00Opening Day of the Texas Rangers winning 2010 season (hope springs eternal!) has come and gone and it did NOT disappoint. My hot dog bun was even fresh! Read why I wrote that one here: <a href="http://wanglerworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry-for-delay-in-posting-my.html">http://wanglerworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-sorry-for-delay-in-posting-my.html</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The only thing that isn't good is that my traditional "walking to the ballpark" pic I took got deleted due to a glitch in my camera. Meaning, I purposely deleted all pics on my memory card before we went so I'd have plenty of room for pics and I got two, 2, count 'em, one...two, pictures on there before it told me my memory card was full. Blasted memory card! So, I did the only thing I knew to do and that was reformat the card which meant I lost everything on there. (All two pics.) So, unfortunately you won't see the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">traipsing</span> through the neighborhood on the way as you usually do. Is that a collective "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">awwwww</span>, shucks" I hear? I know, I feel your pain.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Here's a link to the first blog about opening day '06 <a href="http://wanglerworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/play-ball.html">http://wanglerworld.blogspot.com/2006/04/play-ball.html</a></p><br /><p><br /></p><br />But, a great time was had by all, with the possible exception of Anna who did NOT like the fireworks that went off before the game started, nor the loud cheering of the 40,000 + fans at the ballpark. But, after awhile she settled in and everything was good.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's everyone lined up before the National Anthem. Sung by Neil McCoy (again). I think he sang it the year I was so upset about not hearing the flyover, remember that? (see the first linked post above)<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldgzGoCfOLjwTjAiweEBaoXRQm_w4FCJ0yUcBDBLFGy6hssDLoVwRcC_osjp0V0A4nMjiryh3Z5fkshfq_gigh52oOp0L9ycCyDzizzSOUbpwc6pnD3LBMZItyrBekfe_zqaENQ/s1600/100_2034.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529439790206322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldgzGoCfOLjwTjAiweEBaoXRQm_w4FCJ0yUcBDBLFGy6hssDLoVwRcC_osjp0V0A4nMjiryh3Z5fkshfq_gigh52oOp0L9ycCyDzizzSOUbpwc6pnD3LBMZItyrBekfe_zqaENQ/s320/100_2034.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>The big flag. I love the big flag. It's so...um...big.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZmStqg15YGIGxgZ2coQYRALgy5KOF4EG39191bVZ5guByOBzE3mjkf0e42_Elxpq_RILaXSET5JvMWLueqWmkVFn24xwFk8j-yq0iDDr_B3Vl8kouoT7jW4gVIjYjj_YMcwp-w/s1600/100_2038.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529451644446802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZmStqg15YGIGxgZ2coQYRALgy5KOF4EG39191bVZ5guByOBzE3mjkf0e42_Elxpq_RILaXSET5JvMWLueqWmkVFn24xwFk8j-yq0iDDr_B3Vl8kouoT7jW4gVIjYjj_YMcwp-w/s320/100_2038.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnqXu-WPP-eeVZzaf_F9C1t38gYPTyN2N-syCr-C8GUn6luCsZb5Vzn4eMibZ8V1nPTCuhyphenhyphenY8xr2LBrNIPDocZlMpCHZz6lRDhYpMMyjpc121w050KgJ_YZ0dANWjY8y2auAJCQ/s1600/100_2043.JPG"></a></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br />Here's the end of the National Anthem along with the big flyover!<br /><div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyQAKbgvN_7GuhjR8m-3HibJMaMFnvtShVg7RlzVLGCJcWBNnxfD2twPuBJky5cWmUhPye9vJ-5LYs' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>The a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paraplegic</span>, who lost his legs in a training <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exercise</span>, parachuted (yes, I said parachuted) in with the game ball that Roger <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Staubach</span> threw out. Roger was asked to do it to promote <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Superbowl</span> 45 to be played right down the street. Like it needs to be promoted, right? Anyway, he did a great job throwing it out.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnqXu-WPP-eeVZzaf_F9C1t38gYPTyN2N-syCr-C8GUn6luCsZb5Vzn4eMibZ8V1nPTCuhyphenhyphenY8xr2LBrNIPDocZlMpCHZz6lRDhYpMMyjpc121w050KgJ_YZ0dANWjY8y2auAJCQ/s1600/100_2043.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457529453443970514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAnqXu-WPP-eeVZzaf_F9C1t38gYPTyN2N-syCr-C8GUn6luCsZb5Vzn4eMibZ8V1nPTCuhyphenhyphenY8xr2LBrNIPDocZlMpCHZz6lRDhYpMMyjpc121w050KgJ_YZ0dANWjY8y2auAJCQ/s320/100_2043.JPG" /></a></div></div><br /><p><br /><br />And the Rangers won in the ninth inning. How could you beat a day like that? Beautiful weather, not too hot, not too cold. Sun came out about the 5<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> inning so not too much sun. I wasn't at work, I'm thinking it doesn't get much better than that.</p><p> </p><p>Say it with me..."GO RANGERS"!!!!!!</p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-21639061714472587042010-04-04T20:40:00.004-05:002010-04-04T21:52:30.429-05:00HAPPY EASTER, EVERYONE!!! This is one of my favorite holidays. The church services are so inspiring and reminders of why we serve God. He gave his ONLY son to save us and today we celebrate that HE conquered death and evil, thereby giving us eternal life if we only choose to believe. How cool is that? The church is decked out in it's white finery and beautiful songs are sung. I just love it. <br /><br />Another reason I love it is that it's a family thing for us. Last year, Aaron was here as well as Jon Michel. This year it was just Jon but he carried on in the tradition of being here and participating in the egg hunt, although this year, I delegated the stuffing of the eggs so he didn't have to do that.<br /><br />The morning started off with a visit from the Easter Bunny. Anna got her stuff out of her basket and Banda quickly took over.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuxP6SsDqlw3n-qeZknFj7yeZnJY8xABSSVN9pudaUniTuavb4IXO2enO1B4PA3CSYNtVNUP2zCDlFK1TkL8oDdzf6dpe6azgz44SiC6aorH4BbNpLckDGBUnfxTk0PLQwYOluw/s1600/100_1998.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466103297540322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuxP6SsDqlw3n-qeZknFj7yeZnJY8xABSSVN9pudaUniTuavb4IXO2enO1B4PA3CSYNtVNUP2zCDlFK1TkL8oDdzf6dpe6azgz44SiC6aorH4BbNpLckDGBUnfxTk0PLQwYOluw/s320/100_1998.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNuxP6SsDqlw3n-qeZknFj7yeZnJY8xABSSVN9pudaUniTuavb4IXO2enO1B4PA3CSYNtVNUP2zCDlFK1TkL8oDdzf6dpe6azgz44SiC6aorH4BbNpLckDGBUnfxTk0PLQwYOluw/s1600/100_1998.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then to church, as I said, beautiful flowers, lovely Mass, beautiful music. Then, the traditional Easter egg hunt. Anna was off to the races as soon as they said "go".<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbqthjCAmTMeVScYkqm9IzGLnThl6SMWL6srigErM7-WpTsf8V4EvSe2eQOJnhfhalFb0nPOlvLHtLp3RKi24OqQGAEqbISrZGsaM4okFhI4EI_Td32JBBStgVB_94Zbf5TI9EQ/s1600/100_2001.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466112756736322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsbqthjCAmTMeVScYkqm9IzGLnThl6SMWL6srigErM7-WpTsf8V4EvSe2eQOJnhfhalFb0nPOlvLHtLp3RKi24OqQGAEqbISrZGsaM4okFhI4EI_Td32JBBStgVB_94Zbf5TI9EQ/s320/100_2001.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then home for the traditional Easter dress pictures. Here's Sadie...brown, hmmm, how different for her...NOT!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLzmhZSBCVIIKdwe14uvx8XKmLIHowqtr21qIvpJOjSzbb2t6uYvRjwvAMGzt53E0ZxSBz8xWhgJfCmEvn30FjPwj1dCcRFJ2nxsBIWRZfJDi-ZvVYvA6WYph0vQctiuPqKzC9w/s1600/100_2008.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466142086226178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyLzmhZSBCVIIKdwe14uvx8XKmLIHowqtr21qIvpJOjSzbb2t6uYvRjwvAMGzt53E0ZxSBz8xWhgJfCmEvn30FjPwj1dCcRFJ2nxsBIWRZfJDi-ZvVYvA6WYph0vQctiuPqKzC9w/s320/100_2008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And Anna...cutie patootie. Mumsey, I know you will notice the shoes. Yes, she has her Easter shoes, we're just not sure where #2 is. Earlier, I had found one so I put it on her dresser. Then, last night, I decided to look for the second one so I wouldn't be in a tizzy this morning...you know, not gettin' my blood pressure up and all...so I go look in the closet in her room and lo and behold there it is. So, I go to put it on the dresser and the first shoe I put up there isn't there. I looked for awhile, but I finally "let it go" and told Conrad he'd have to find it because he was the one who let her wear them before Easter. This morning she went to church in these pink sandals which looked cute but, that's not the point is it? "Let it go"...<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WwSQIuXW0vzt3rEiO-jlpsHhLDWKCxTENC38Dl-GJg8KXDsUIqX12M9goyBepz8OgcZiLkK-gyFfBsuqbPGfszBQxGARFkn5By1gCRKOUq7exFf9pFXyIlc8osyGUR8c4oo3A/s1600/100_2003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466109542322578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WwSQIuXW0vzt3rEiO-jlpsHhLDWKCxTENC38Dl-GJg8KXDsUIqX12M9goyBepz8OgcZiLkK-gyFfBsuqbPGfszBQxGARFkn5By1gCRKOUq7exFf9pFXyIlc8osyGUR8c4oo3A/s320/100_2003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And, Madeline. Not really surprised about the dress, looks just like something she'd wear. Nonnie took them Easter dress shopping so I didn't know what they got until they got home. Mumsey, you did good!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAGpxWNAZ6rAzM33Dj7QON3OogdeZan0zyiUKEJ2HhFskBUhULTrHPofDK4XLWXq7TWZwhJiyyIgwtXievpWYInSjFJuJNDLR3noWk5w4QFXpWbz3BoifvhYEBxjmqDyK7FT8gg/s1600/100_2009.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456465269364494162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFAGpxWNAZ6rAzM33Dj7QON3OogdeZan0zyiUKEJ2HhFskBUhULTrHPofDK4XLWXq7TWZwhJiyyIgwtXievpWYInSjFJuJNDLR3noWk5w4QFXpWbz3BoifvhYEBxjmqDyK7FT8gg/s320/100_2009.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WwSQIuXW0vzt3rEiO-jlpsHhLDWKCxTENC38Dl-GJg8KXDsUIqX12M9goyBepz8OgcZiLkK-gyFfBsuqbPGfszBQxGARFkn5By1gCRKOUq7exFf9pFXyIlc8osyGUR8c4oo3A/s1600/100_2003.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WwSQIuXW0vzt3rEiO-jlpsHhLDWKCxTENC38Dl-GJg8KXDsUIqX12M9goyBepz8OgcZiLkK-gyFfBsuqbPGfszBQxGARFkn5By1gCRKOUq7exFf9pFXyIlc8osyGUR8c4oo3A/s1600/100_2003.JPG"></a><br /><br />After the picture above, guess what Mads had to do?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAhQiGlANsY4JF0nIR5x1XshyeCnmkcw1T4QAO2C5bcAXL4JOtldbtc6EIPlicU06EhdkntDNuVLO0YF3ef5uSHgrTnSzfJeR3ceIP7wJha0zUnQqQOzrwnsmngN_bPh4HEzxwA/s1600/100_2010.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456465282818925890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAhQiGlANsY4JF0nIR5x1XshyeCnmkcw1T4QAO2C5bcAXL4JOtldbtc6EIPlicU06EhdkntDNuVLO0YF3ef5uSHgrTnSzfJeR3ceIP7wJha0zUnQqQOzrwnsmngN_bPh4HEzxwA/s320/100_2010.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Yeah, "that".<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdAsj9ZhIqlMPLHpQsIS9cdsTyVcaP7ZYrdkvoKxHpw_kYVyB_4Jo7AaJxEuITeJQZF1TnSxHMcF5BHJqbThAWZu9NO45bUZ2wuSCskof2Zu0Lsk0Fy1yj6JYD3WkBBHVwdaZxA/s1600/100_2007.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456466133357008978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwdAsj9ZhIqlMPLHpQsIS9cdsTyVcaP7ZYrdkvoKxHpw_kYVyB_4Jo7AaJxEuITeJQZF1TnSxHMcF5BHJqbThAWZu9NO45bUZ2wuSCskof2Zu0Lsk0Fy1yj6JYD3WkBBHVwdaZxA/s320/100_2007.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34WwSQIuXW0vzt3rEiO-jlpsHhLDWKCxTENC38Dl-GJg8KXDsUIqX12M9goyBepz8OgcZiLkK-gyFfBsuqbPGfszBQxGARFkn5By1gCRKOUq7exFf9pFXyIlc8osyGUR8c4oo3A/s1600/100_2003.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBAhQiGlANsY4JF0nIR5x1XshyeCnmkcw1T4QAO2C5bcAXL4JOtldbtc6EIPlicU06EhdkntDNuVLO0YF3ef5uSHgrTnSzfJeR3ceIP7wJha0zUnQqQOzrwnsmngN_bPh4HEzxwA/s1600/100_2010.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> A neighbor saw us out taking pics and offered to take all of us together. Thanks Hillary!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkDgWQuPX9UQ4Ljn36DQ-X5cqJUKL2a5y4HTuBLmW7uX_PsQ8cHSfRrKCEdiF4LaK-wDdTdO3ilfMmVIEhACyy1PoDrJ_ic86IoZWClDl1GS0L1boqazItHjB0XkurFgbtnsKYQ/s1600/100_2011.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456465290945734578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkDgWQuPX9UQ4Ljn36DQ-X5cqJUKL2a5y4HTuBLmW7uX_PsQ8cHSfRrKCEdiF4LaK-wDdTdO3ilfMmVIEhACyy1PoDrJ_ic86IoZWClDl1GS0L1boqazItHjB0XkurFgbtnsKYQ/s320/100_2011.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br />Here's Jon!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinexap_RaFk2niX74QEEnfnxtywuDcbjOI-CRe04C5NnSWqx7N0l10UeQv_ClqPRMGwrzSCRuWEDT2nI8PzvmDTOAnmFfNDWlv1-Zio4VDHThzjvDgT24jX41NwosSnM5uZrRLXw/s1600/100_2014.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456465302892527122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinexap_RaFk2niX74QEEnfnxtywuDcbjOI-CRe04C5NnSWqx7N0l10UeQv_ClqPRMGwrzSCRuWEDT2nI8PzvmDTOAnmFfNDWlv1-Zio4VDHThzjvDgT24jX41NwosSnM5uZrRLXw/s320/100_2014.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Peggy (Conrad's mom) also came but I just realized I didn't get one picture of her while she was here. Major shame on me.<br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVkDgWQuPX9UQ4Ljn36DQ-X5cqJUKL2a5y4HTuBLmW7uX_PsQ8cHSfRrKCEdiF4LaK-wDdTdO3ilfMmVIEhACyy1PoDrJ_ic86IoZWClDl1GS0L1boqazItHjB0XkurFgbtnsKYQ/s1600/100_2011.JPG"></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br />Dinner was a group effort. I had food cooking in my oven and so Lisa cooked the rolls. She also brought the salad, which was really yummy. My friend Jackie came and brought chicken, potato casserole and banana pudding. Conrad smoked a ham and I made corn casserole and cupcakes. It was a delicious meal shared by great friends.<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPKEjj_90lx0LlGVcPXZGiQ8QZghWPSEaVBzmYJkuJHtwJ8qptudGW8KhNzuBJ2IEy2x6N3-VeyMO8kkZCy9DFMa3xPdPOSGPs4ZeSq_FDW9PUVYr_zrU1D4iwksxgB7VwKVj4w/s1600/100_2013.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456465297295311986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDPKEjj_90lx0LlGVcPXZGiQ8QZghWPSEaVBzmYJkuJHtwJ8qptudGW8KhNzuBJ2IEy2x6N3-VeyMO8kkZCy9DFMa3xPdPOSGPs4ZeSq_FDW9PUVYr_zrU1D4iwksxgB7VwKVj4w/s320/100_2013.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />As I said earlier, I delegated the Easter egg stuffing out to my neighbor Andrea. Then she and Kelsey hid the eggs in her backyard and the kids found them all.<br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MuyUCujUK0drSyCjO3bh4pkYVMfj4pITNVfG893-yJ792KNlC6ZOZgjuMEYTHTcX-oRq5kcc8KOnjOUOZJe0cHe6r8mn3k7FMF2tOAlfGoFVKpIIfZc4D7EgZflljyCcimED1A/s1600/100_2023.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463765769291202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6MuyUCujUK0drSyCjO3bh4pkYVMfj4pITNVfG893-yJ792KNlC6ZOZgjuMEYTHTcX-oRq5kcc8KOnjOUOZJe0cHe6r8mn3k7FMF2tOAlfGoFVKpIIfZc4D7EgZflljyCcimED1A/s320/100_2023.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Jackie's husband and son also came and took part in the festivities.<br /><br /><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWlRvf0F8FIF8V2hOmaO2tN665-xVIkXO-EP9-Y43QYzBEBw6yKUMpG6_JL0GSEy_ojdIFo8LxzmQdWxo66GLktr_iXU1cb08opVRUsP1qHDefmT-1H8kf_a9cvsscoLkCj2nAg/s1600/100_2020.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463759634243506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWlRvf0F8FIF8V2hOmaO2tN665-xVIkXO-EP9-Y43QYzBEBw6yKUMpG6_JL0GSEy_ojdIFo8LxzmQdWxo66GLktr_iXU1cb08opVRUsP1qHDefmT-1H8kf_a9cvsscoLkCj2nAg/s320/100_2020.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Hunting eggs.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinH0b1PwjbQPbh9Kd1akBHuuF2qloHNRIn91aBkuk1kM3wV7rccwoV0WYARjHoPEQjM6Y6kK8VtZ32myO52f76bj0DNQ6nDIpqJVrcKxqYBBR7A1x5C9QUagooWRIqZLIygiix3Q/s1600/100_2018.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463751632552578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinH0b1PwjbQPbh9Kd1akBHuuF2qloHNRIn91aBkuk1kM3wV7rccwoV0WYARjHoPEQjM6Y6kK8VtZ32myO52f76bj0DNQ6nDIpqJVrcKxqYBBR7A1x5C9QUagooWRIqZLIygiix3Q/s320/100_2018.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWAPZ8ne_5PcVyaaoliDQAQ3aSGg1wnrkAvyiuasi5OH44FascITpRFb3KsRGEBxlcR1Zq2pSEIZGozd4r8M38zMERlLmWmG-M0T61HA5nqXjYSWCRN3hi-dDXCGJ4F2Dwm2B63w/s1600/100_2017.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463747419569426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWAPZ8ne_5PcVyaaoliDQAQ3aSGg1wnrkAvyiuasi5OH44FascITpRFb3KsRGEBxlcR1Zq2pSEIZGozd4r8M38zMERlLmWmG-M0T61HA5nqXjYSWCRN3hi-dDXCGJ4F2Dwm2B63w/s320/100_2017.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRlMoe7tefCFXTc5yb5GP_7IraUzuqxDi68dXFMNP0kQKZpBi9n1tSw0Oddr61M2Jm3CfUJz7HHjHkGqSUUXjbzxBW2UyL85uo4Ik7Fo_9YKwbGmQppVdvkD0iaGlPe7E5vSj-A/s1600/100_2015.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456463737305846754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihRlMoe7tefCFXTc5yb5GP_7IraUzuqxDi68dXFMNP0kQKZpBi9n1tSw0Oddr61M2Jm3CfUJz7HHjHkGqSUUXjbzxBW2UyL85uo4Ik7Fo_9YKwbGmQppVdvkD0iaGlPe7E5vSj-A/s320/100_2015.JPG" /></a> </div><div>Jackie got a new car! It's a beauty! Congratulations!</div><div> </div><div>I was so happy Jackie and her family could join us.<br /><br /><br />I hope your Easter was a lovely time, shared by family and friends.</div><div> </div><div>HAPPY EASTER!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-81718544751408599662010-03-15T22:17:00.004-05:002010-03-15T22:34:47.634-05:00Happy Anniversary, Dear!13 short years ago, we were standing before James Armstrong, a man of God, professing our love and promising forever to each other before family and friends.<br /><br />13 years ago, how could we know we would have 3 beautiful children together?<br /><br />13 years ago, who would have thought we would be more in love now than we were then? Shouldn't that be the way love goes? Your wedding day is the day you love each other more than you think you ever will but in reality not as much as you ever will?<br /><br />13 years ago, who would have known we would make every home opener of the Rangers since our marriage?<br /><br />13 years ago, who would have known all the firsts we would experience together? First steps of all three girls, first words, first opening day for each of them. First day of school for two of them and this year we'll see the last one start Kindergarten. First overnights with friends. First lost tooth, first haircut, first Christmases - Easter - Thanksgivings... First race at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">TMS</span>...first game at the new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cowboys's</span> stadium...I'm sure there's more but that's enough for now.<br /><br />13 years ago, who knew the people we would bury, the illnesses we would see each other through.<br /><br />13 years ago, how could I know that the man I married would surpass every expectation and every wish I could have for a husband?<br /><br />13 years ago, I married my best friend. I'm still married to him...<br /><br />13 years from now, I will read this and think "you only thought you loved him then...".Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-88626205080934630502010-03-10T20:43:00.004-06:002010-03-10T21:26:54.354-06:00Last post about this heart stuffI'm sure y'all are tired of hearing about all my illness stuff but I want to share with you the things that have happened lately.<br /><br /><br /><br />One thing is that I realize I am not nearly as young as I think I am. I thought I would just bounce right back from this. Not so much. I am proud of myself for knowing my limits and instead of working until 6 on Tues. I went home at 4. I did work until 6 today and it did kick my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">hiney</span> but I didn't give out until close to 6 instead of the earlier 4 and 5 of earlier in the week. I came home and went to bed and let <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cornad</span> worry about dinner. I'm still in bed and will be until I take my shower, then I'll be back there until I get up in the morning. Yep, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span>, I'm learning how to slow it down.<br /><br /><br /><br />Another thing is that for whatever reason people are happy to see me back at work. I'm guessing they're happy when they say "You're back". Maybe it's the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ewwww</span>, you're back? I thought we got rid of you" but they're hiding it? Mostly, I think they're happy to see me and it's a little weird because I always think everyone hates me up there (not the staff), for making them do what they're supposed to do, like signing in, not going back into the school in the morning, you know, just following the rules up there. I've found people don't necessarily like that - finding out rules apply to them. Anyway, I digress - see why parents don't like me? I get off on that "the rules <em>are</em> for you" tangent and everything else fades to gray. OK, back to the subject at hand.<br /><br /><br /><br />It's nice to feel the love/concern from the parents and staff of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ACA</span> and I have to say that while I wouldn't want to go through this again (I was going to say "to save my life" but that would have been stupid - of course I would do it to save my life), it has been nice to see how much people do care about me. Touching even.<br /><br /><br /><br />Thank you everyone, family, friends, students (yes, I've had my fair share of hugs and "welcome backs" from them), parents and staff for all your sweet comments and concern. Sorry if I'm redundant but I truly am appreciative.<br /><br /><br /><br />No one deserves more thanks than my mother. I just realized yesterday she was here for <em>a whole week!!!!!! </em>She cleaned, she washed clothes, she watched kids, she sat with me endlessly, she worried over me, she kicked my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">hiney</span> at cards (more than once). She loved me like a Momma does. Thank you, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span>. I truly do appreciate what you did for me. I'm thinking I thanked you in my last post but I don't think I can thank you enough (besides, I doubt I said anything about the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">hiney</span>-kicking in cards). I love you!<br /><br />And, Conrad, you continue to support me in my recovery and I love you for hangin' tough! I see bright and wonderful days ahead! I love you!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-83406747975260081912010-03-03T19:14:00.003-06:002010-03-10T21:18:58.494-06:00Ouch!Yesterday morning, I woke up at 4am or there abouts and couldn't go back to sleep. I knew the nurse would be coming to prep me for my "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">procedure</span>" at anytime and I was a little nervous. By the time the nurse came in I had worked myself into a big bundle of nerves and was crying (not that sobbing cry but quiet fearful tears). My nurse, Nana, once again to the rescue. When I grabbed her hand and said "no one has died from this have they?" she didn't say no (because I'm sure that would be an untruth. She said "people have died from NOT having it done". In an odd way, that made me feel better. So she prepped me and then let me take a shower.<br /><br />While I was in the shower, I thought things like: Surely this isn't my last day on earth and here I am taking a shower in this hospital room. Did I do everything God put me on earth to do? Is he going to say "Well done my good and faithful servant"? Does everyone know how much I love them? Is this going to hurt? What are they going to do to me? When do I get my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Valium</span>?<br /><br />Oh, you can bet I asked about that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Valium</span>. I mean, I enjoyed that morphine, why wouldn't I like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Valium</span>? Surely that would calm these nerves.<br /><br />After I was all showered and ready for my big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">procedure</span>, Joan came and got me. I was hoping I would get to see Conrad and my mom before I went in but it wasn't looking good on that front. They weren't there when I went down to the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cath</span> Lab.<br /><br />Joan is a lovely nurse who came and talked to me and told me everything they would do to me. Calmed my nerves and also <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">reiterated</span> the fact that people had died from NOT getting this done (WAY more often than from getting it done, her tone suggested). Then, she did give me a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Valium</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">benedryl</span>. Talk about a calming effect on someone, by the time <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> and Conrad got there I was feeling no nerves about this.<br /><br />Then they took me back. A large man, Mark, came and got me and he was so nice and turns out, he's a nurse and did the final prep work for this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Angiogram</span>. He introduced me to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">DeeDee</span> and Pam and apparently they had been on the TV the week before introducing this robot that only they had in this surgical room. Don't ask me what it does but they were talking about needing to name it so I asked if I could help. "Of course!" they said. So I came up with "Robbie" and they liked it. I'm not sure if they were just blowing hot air up my hospital gown or if it's really going to be called that but, I believe they are so, that's enough for me! I feel like I did something good while lying on that table.<br /><br />I don't remember <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> about it, except that it did hurt (I think someone said something about the anesthesia not working quite as well as it should have with me) but only when they poked me and plugged me. Not the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">inbetween</span> part. I didn't get to see my heart on the 6 monitors they had going - very disappointed in that. They know how to warm a blanket in that hospital. And, it didn't take long at all. I have no idea how long I was back there but it didn't seem long at all.<br /><br />The Doctor went and talked to my family then came and talked to me. And, oddly, they have a different recollection of what's wrong with me. He told them that I have an almost non-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">existent</span> artery, a congenital condition that I can do nothing about. He told me that I have a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">mitral</span> valve prolapse which there's not much to be done about that as long as the valves aren't leaking (which they aren't). So, no blockage, no stints, just some foreknowledge that can come in handy if i should ever get leaky in my valves.<br /><br />I became aware of some things while in recovery. I know 3 hours spent on your back will make you hurt like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">nobody's</span> business. I know one of those nurses in that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">Cath</span> Lab can flat rub a back. I know two <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">darvocet</span> will make me not care that I'm lying flat on my back for three hours and it takes about half an hour* to get them and another 20 minutes for it to work. I know you can have all the cranberry or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">cran</span>-grape juice you can drink in recovery and they have good ice, much like sonic drive-ins. I know it's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> harder to <em>go</em> on a bedpan than one would think. I know that Joan has to be one of the kindest people I've ever run across and I so appreciate her wisdom, kindness and humor.<br /><br />Finally, it wast time to go home! First, I got to get up - slowly but surely, then I got to walk to the bathroom and clean up a little. I know that sounds like not that big a deal. But, that bathroom was a million miles away when you'd just been lying on your back for 3 hours and had just had something jabbed/plugged into your leg (and up into your heart). But, then I got to put on my new "New Orleans Saints Superbowl Champions" shirt my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> brought me and walk out that hospital door and back to my house. I don't think I've ever been so happy to see my house...EVER!! My bed was a welcome sight and a place I haven't left too often since I've been home. I'm to be a couch/bed potato for 2 days so I'm happy to stay here, as long as I'm HOME!<br /><br />I'm happy to see my cats (and even a little happy to see Paco - as long as he's not jumping on me). Happy to be available whenever my children need a kiss or hug. And, really happy to be lying beside my sweet husband again who has been a real saint through this whole ordeal.<br /><br />I want to thank Conrad from the bottom of my heart for being there for me and the kids during this time. Not complaining, not ever making me feel like I have put him out by asking for him to bring things (mostly clean underwear - in case you want to know) up to me. For just being the strong rock of a man I've always known him to be but tender enough to show emotion and show me how much he loves me at the same time.<br /><br />I love that my children's face lit up each time they walked in the door of my room and in turn warmed my heart just by seeing them.<br /><br />I so appreciate all the people who took the time to come see me or phone me or send me emails and prayed for me. You will never know how much I appreciated those.<br /><br />And <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span>? Thank you for being there for me. You just don't know how much you need your Mom until something like this happens. Sure, I could lay in my room all day by myself, but would I have really just laid there? No, I would have gotten up to make myself something to eat or what have you. Well, today I wouldn't have gotten up, I didn't have the energy. I anticipate tomorrow having a bit more energy so I may try to cheat a little. Mom is here to make sure I keep it in check and don't do too much. Thank you, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> for taking time out of your life to come take care of me.<br /><br />So, now this ordeal is over. I will, in 10 days, clear up exactly what the Doctor told me as compared to Conrad and Mom and I'll let you know what the final diagnosis is. But, I thank each and every person who had a hand in helping me through this. I love you all.<br /><br />* I don't know for sue that it took half an hour to get the darvocet, but it seemed like an eternity.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-6261977485978881902010-03-01T17:30:00.002-06:002010-03-01T22:09:25.360-06:00Heart beatsThis morning I did something I didn't think I would ever <em>need </em>to do. A stress test. And, when I thought about a stress test, it didn't stress me out. I really thought it would be a get hooked up to electrodes and take a spin on the old treadmill kinda thing. Well, let me tell you it was NOT.<br /><br /><br /><br />They injected me with some sort of radio active isotope thing in my IV and immediately I felt like a big steaming bowl of crap. My stomach hurt, my head felt tight, I felt like I could projectile vomit (if it wouldn't have gotten the lady in trouble that told me it was OK to eat a little something when I went to my room to wait - yet again - on the Dr. so I could take said stress test) and I was scared. And when I say scared, I don't even mean I think I'm going to die scared. It was a I have no idea what is going on and all I can do is cry scared and that's what I did. And it all hit me at once, not a slow little creep up on you "I don't feel good" creep up, a rude minding my own business and someone pops out of nowhere and slaps me across the face with a cold wet hand kind of thing.<br /><br /><br /><br />After the radioactive stuff ran around my body for a few minutes I got pictures made 360 degrees around my heart. They had me hooked up to a monitor that I could hear my heart beating out loud in the room. It took me awhile to figure out that was what it was but once I did, I thought "that is a fast heart beat, I wonder if I can slow it down?" So I thought about Conrad, slower it got, all 5 of my children's faces went before my mind's eye, slower still. Then "the" urge came over me and off to the races went my heart because I didn't want to do that on that table. (For those of you confused ones, if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">I said</span> "BM" would that help?) Apparently, radioactive stuff is a laxative for me. It was cool listening to my heartbeat. I tried to keep it steady and slow but that didn't always work.<br /><br />After the test, we had to wait for the Doctor to come give us the results. We waited, and waited, and waited. Finally, he came and delivered this little bundle of joy...I have to have an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">angiogram</span>/heart <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">cath</span>, whatever you want to call it tomorrow. Yeah, again, I'm not going home. But, I have meals, complete with desserts, ordered until lunch tomorrow so I'm good.<br /><br />I've had my moments of panic with this. I won't deny it. But when my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> left this evening, she said a prayer for me and a peace and calm washed over me. Jim from the church came and read from the Bible and gave me communion and prayed with me. I have nothing to worry over, I can't do anything about what's going on so I'm going to leave it in God's hands.<br /><br />My nurse, Nana, and I had a conversation about being grateful about this. And, I am. I am grateful that my Doctor didn't give up where some would and ordered this test which I thought was pointless yet may have found the reason behind the problem. Thank you Dr. Taylor (best Cardiologist in Arlington - do I get a discount now?)! Grateful that we found this while I am young (quit snickering - I am) and can do something about it and that I didn't have a heart attack because we got it early. This really could have all ended much worse so I am grateful that Jackie made me call my Doctor because, trust me, I'm not the kind that would. Thanks, Jackie!<br /><br />So, worry not for me my friends. Worry, instead, for those Doctors who have to see me naked tomorrow. Couldn't possibly be a bright spot in their day. Pray for wisdom and clarity for them while the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">procedure</span> is going on. Pray for peace and calm for my family during this time. And, thank you all for the prayers, visits and phone calls. They are all appreciated!<br /><br />Oh, one more bright spot...I get to have my first <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Valium</span> tomorrow!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-8221934400384469322010-02-28T06:01:00.002-06:002010-02-28T07:05:33.888-06:00Nice little respite?So, on Thursday I felt a pain in my shoulder and it kinda went into my chest and really, I thought I had indigestion. I had just eaten a sandwich, so Jackie offered me some gas-x. Took the gas-x and some advil liquid-gels for the pain in the shoulder and neither one made a dent in the pain. It go so bad at one point that it took my breath away and brought tears to my eyes. At that point, Jackie made me call my Dr. who told me to go to the ER.<br /><br />Well, I'm really not the ER type. I don't want to go to the hospital for anything and I always think anything going on with me is minor and will fix itself or go away, I just have to endure it. So, I called Conrad and all I could get out was "can you come get me?" before I broke down and couldn't talk anymore. I handed the phone to Jackie and she told him what was going on and he was on his way. Jackie then sent me down to the nurse's office to lay (lie?) down but it hurt more to lie down so I just sat there then there was a knock on the door.<br /><br />Mr. Simon (the principal) and my boss, Dan were there (talk about scary!) just to keep me company and calm me down. Mr. Simon took my blood pressure (note to self: Don't let Mr. Simon take your blood pressure!) and I don't remember what the top number was but the bottom one was 115 the second time and I think it was higher the first time. That was crazy! I think my blood pressure was up because I was scared and in pain.<br /><br />So Conrad gets there and I have him take me to Care Now (Doc-in-the-box) and that Dr. told me that if I were his mother, I would be in the ER. I couldn't really find any argument to that because as he said if it's your heart (which all indicators were pointing to) you don't mess around. So, Conrad took me to the ER.<br /><br />I just had him drop me off because we had all three girls with us - I mean really? What are they going to do but hang out in the ER waiting room and collect germs. I sent them home. My friend Chrstina called and asked where I was and she said she'd be right there. I told her she didn't need to come but she was having none of it. I got called back pretty quick, had an EKG then was sent to a room and Christina was there not long after and after another minute, the phone in the exam room was ringing. <br /><br />Now, me? I was thinking "why is the phone ringing?" The nurse lady answered it and handed it to Christina. Then I thought "how does anyone know she's here?". Not thinking real clearly, I don't think. It ended up being my mother and my first thought was "Oh, Conrad called Mom" and then I thought "but he's going to worry her needlessly". And then I thought "quit thinking, just get better". OK, I really didn't think that last part but I'm tired of the quote marks. Anyway, I couldn't understand how my mom got the number for the ER exam room and I was a bit confused about all the things going on around me.<br /><br />Here's what I remember about the ER exam room visit: Star Trek was on the TV and there was no sound. Christina was there and being my advocate and I was happy she was there. I was told I'd be spending the night in the hospital - a first since the only time I'd ever been in a hospital, since I was about 5, was to have a baby. I was scared. I had my first dose EVER of morphine and I liked it.<br /><br />So, up to my room, we met Conrad and Madeline on the way up because for some reason when they move you to a room, they wheel you - in your bed - through the halls of the main hospital. My room is actually very nice. I have two windows (although I am above the garbage dumpster which gets emptied at 4 am - just in case you wondered) and wooden floors and very grape leaf looking wall paper. It's large, I think. Of course, I don't go to the hospital much so I don't have much to compare it to but it's home until tomorrow.<br /><br />So, I thought I would go home on Friday but the cardiologist came in and wanted to do a stress test and an echocardiogram. Bad news - they dont' do stress tests over the weekend so I have to stay until Monday. Great. Not happy about that. I told him I'd happily stay if I could have some more morphine. He said "NO". I think he thinks I liked it a little too much. But, my cardiologist is nice and has a good bedside manner and made me laugh which is more than I can say for any of the other doctors I've seen (or not seen) in this hospital.<br /><br />So, here I sit, in a comfy hospital bed, watching olympics at will, playing on my computer and phone and taking it easy. Yeah, I would actually rather be home but since I'm not, I'll make the best of it and treat it like a mini vacation (expensive mini vacation).<br /><br />OH, mom knew about my episode because Sadie promptly went home and posted on her Facebook that her mom had gone to the ER. My cousin must have seen it immediately and called my Aunt, who promptly called my mom. So, FB has it's usefullness. I didn't think to call anyone because I wasn't really thinking clearly. But, it's obvious to me that an emergency plan will need to be in place in case this ever happens again. Hopefully it won't!<br /><br />So, right now, we're in a holding patteren just waiting for the stress test tomorrow. I'm sure I'll get to go home on Monday so my incarceration is almost over! Mom is here and I plan on beating her at a few games of cards and I'm involved in about 7 games of "words with friends" on my phone. And, of course, there's a constant stream of people in and out of my room daily. Some more welcome than others! So, I'm keeping busy. Please feel free to stop by if you're in the area - you'd be one of the welcome ones!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-58053239923342439732010-01-23T01:42:00.002-06:002010-01-23T02:04:02.117-06:00Today is Madeline's birthday. She turns 9. It started out with a whimper and ended with a bang. This is one of those times when we just really didn't have the money to do anything before-hand so we had to scramble to get it all done in the 2 hours after I got off work and had to work in getting Sadie to and from piano theory class during that time as well. Not easily done but managed. And, of course, I found myself almost out of gas during said running around so a stop at the gas station was a must. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anywho</span>...<br /><br />Several things impressed me tonight as Madeline and her friends played during her sleepover birthday party. One was that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mads</span> has a really nice set of friends. I don't think she's ever had all the same people over for any particular party/sleepover which means 1) she's got many different friends and likes to spend time with all of them or 2) she doesn't keep the same friends for long. Well, I happen to know #2 isn't true so I'm impressed that she spreads her time with friends over all of them.<br /><br />And those friends are just plain nice. They all thanked me for having them over, used their manners when asking for more pizza, etc. Included Anna in all their games and during one game when Anna didn't win, the girl who won offered Anna her prize (which Anna promptly turned down). I thought that was incredibly nice (or the girl doesn't shop at Dollar Tree - the prize was a gift card from there - I choose to think the best, she genuinely wanted Anna to be happy).<br /><br />Another thing was that Madeline is genuinely nice. As she was opening her gifts, she got some cool things, a gift card to Target, a robotic drawing thing, some cool <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">girly</span> things and some make up from her big sister. Anna got her a play fishing pole with plastic fish from Dollar Tree that she picked out herself. When Madeline opened it, you would have thought she gave her a pot of gold. She gushed over it and Anna asked her if she liked it and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mads</span> said "Yes, I was going to ask for one of these" then thanked and hugged her.<br /><br />Most of my birthday posts include pictures of the child celebrating their birthday. But, because Madeline has shown her most beautiful part tonight, I want to honor that by sharing with you those things that can't be captured on film or in digital form.<br /><br />Madeline for the reasons stated above and for so many more, I am now, and will forever be, proud of you.<br /><br />Happy Birthday - I love you,<br />MotherLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-39676421534372963262010-01-02T14:31:00.007-06:002010-01-02T16:15:08.144-06:00Christmas '09<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZlGrbXBr8VDIYOZuVW84mEAcdLXuHjlSR9arXyLRN_VNf0STj98yRJj2ilVBIPQGnIqdV6xL_hYWxrdbZQrzxYkp27X3iOxs_zcrdF_wPvjFZFoyrxVwl1av3ylEC6DeLmDgEQ/s1600-h/100_1846.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422260651336490674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZlGrbXBr8VDIYOZuVW84mEAcdLXuHjlSR9arXyLRN_VNf0STj98yRJj2ilVBIPQGnIqdV6xL_hYWxrdbZQrzxYkp27X3iOxs_zcrdF_wPvjFZFoyrxVwl1av3ylEC6DeLmDgEQ/s320/100_1846.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br />So, I'm a little late in my Christmas blog. Well, what's new? Even with time off I can't seem to find the time to sit and write my blog. Hmmm, what's up with that?<br /><br />OK, well, one of my favorite finds of this Christmas season, and I didn't find it until almost too late, was this Chex Mix Muddy Buddy. It's like puppy chow (for people - that our family loves to eat) that you don't have to make! How much better can life be? I got the last bag Wal-Mart had and I haven't found it anywhere since. But, it was delicious and I guess I could always actually make some if I really got the hankerin'.<br /><br /><br /><br />I accidentally just deleted the picture of Anna as an angel at the church's Christmas pagent. But, as always, our Christmas Eve includes this tradition (when we're home). This year, Sadie opted<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacg621BljcY_BpYq78-sdQzWjMKCKc31-5SrPmjiuR59Fwo8wwKcxZ-ZId6G6kPb5C-rj_c8PO3IkAVHppJLIK6ep3HwC3QfbQN-0inbw2ep9f58z-yd7gd3PQuKL95zq1RRq6Q/s1600-h/100_1859.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422259926654549234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiacg621BljcY_BpYq78-sdQzWjMKCKc31-5SrPmjiuR59Fwo8wwKcxZ-ZId6G6kPb5C-rj_c8PO3IkAVHppJLIK6ep3HwC3QfbQN-0inbw2ep9f58z-yd7gd3PQuKL95zq1RRq6Q/s320/100_1859.JPG" /></a> not to participate. Oh please, does this mean she's growing up? Egad! Anyway, Mads was a reader this year and Anna was an angel. This pic is of Mads reading and I thought she did a great job.<br /><br /><div><br />Apparently the pics loaded in whatever order they wanted to so we'll just take it pic by pic, OK?</div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFbisrGmSerVxT-WeAI9DuUItz0wsuNjHiO7jRSmRtNXtu8373Le8kOvUQWSnaWkByFjc8brPajCoXX3guvOxUrS1cYRcK46aLdw342Eab-bmHt3T7tr9wYqDw-15dYtUXUkHMw/s1600-h/100_1848.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422259918041665698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihFbisrGmSerVxT-WeAI9DuUItz0wsuNjHiO7jRSmRtNXtu8373Le8kOvUQWSnaWkByFjc8brPajCoXX3guvOxUrS1cYRcK46aLdw342Eab-bmHt3T7tr9wYqDw-15dYtUXUkHMw/s320/100_1848.JPG" /></a><br />The girls and Nonnie made gingerbread houses this year. I was given one by my secret pal at work and then a parent also gave me one as a gift. Very thoughtful, I thought. So I left to go grocery shopping and left my Mumsey to handle the construction. Teehee...they actually have fun doing this and if I were here I'd be all perfectionistic wanting to put the icing on myself because they weren't doing it right, etc. and Nonnie just lets them do it. Of course, sometimes the result isn't exactly what you expect (see photo at right).<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2D-JnynGOSrip5NKYxqXkMNQBC4R_uXEHtRUc66cquIeRU2MBCKDGLpNSG9bRNP_RT1b0MobNq-wsHaqIDZcg50WYuMiHFouT4SKDuaB9fCqhjDyI6V9bQhJNSxcOkZrNaIMQA/s1600-h/100_1847.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422259909885524370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2D-JnynGOSrip5NKYxqXkMNQBC4R_uXEHtRUc66cquIeRU2MBCKDGLpNSG9bRNP_RT1b0MobNq-wsHaqIDZcg50WYuMiHFouT4SKDuaB9fCqhjDyI6V9bQhJNSxcOkZrNaIMQA/s320/100_1847.JPG" /></a><br />And then sometimes, you get it right. But, either way, the quality creative time with Nonnie is priceless.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTv6qBDxHcFHMXhEF7OT0pFeYIcKyUoTVn3entzBOlJx-aIJCdDt1g6PbA9ij2yjXea1atG4tNFG3da-8Sb5HfdmFvK8-rOfI8fKmbxLv_nWoABRjJZm4DXSKUmWbngMIvnUAyWA/s1600-h/100_1881.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422258730920241618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTv6qBDxHcFHMXhEF7OT0pFeYIcKyUoTVn3entzBOlJx-aIJCdDt1g6PbA9ij2yjXea1atG4tNFG3da-8Sb5HfdmFvK8-rOfI8fKmbxLv_nWoABRjJZm4DXSKUmWbngMIvnUAyWA/s320/100_1881.JPG" /></a> I guess now, we're on to Christmas morning. Here's Anna in what Santa brought her. Oh my, thank God it came a blizzard here on Christmas Eve, thereby eliminating the need for Santa to go to Midnight Mass, allowing a two hour head start on this cute little jeep. But, hearing about Santa's 2 hour ordeal putting the stickers on and the rubber "rims" (they actually go in the middle of the tire - for more traction) and all the other little pieces and parts which were apparently not expected by Santa, was a jolly tale, indeed.<br /><br />I know it was a labor of love for Santa to do this but, man, it sure took a long time!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaTNf9H9-2lm8NX3htowcZPVhnxIxgtzGSIFKX5e9KoTETQUPfCr2NjBo_qTTpFiA-slHZELzLmaI-NSbCyid7oL2Tskf4gft_kWlSOE67NShWrrquWsQOYhjNM8B_cFYFMeXJQ/s1600-h/100_1874.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422258716030516370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaTNf9H9-2lm8NX3htowcZPVhnxIxgtzGSIFKX5e9KoTETQUPfCr2NjBo_qTTpFiA-slHZELzLmaI-NSbCyid7oL2Tskf4gft_kWlSOE67NShWrrquWsQOYhjNM8B_cFYFMeXJQ/s320/100_1874.JPG" /></a></div><div>My Sister and her husband were flying in from Detroit on Christmas Eve and almost didn't make it in but finally did after a harrowing flight into the blizzard of '09. They had been up visiting friends and timed it just perfectly to spend Christmas with us. Here Greg is reading the girls the Night Before Christmas (on the computer since somehow we have not one copy of this book in our house). My Opper (beloved grandfather) always read it out of the paper for us. If we weren't at his house, he read to us over the phone.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTlBKsK5qShNqicjpxt-AG71fgj2XhOdyQl5rVz0Ppm3Gpt23ogiBY-GSbIgLDixlJlluv9nH3wKeHzVQg9fAE4w3h20Bps1rCAdCRh8XTr8ImGMP7TdHmpUcn5lTnI_EttusHg/s1600-h/100_1879.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422258721800733746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTlBKsK5qShNqicjpxt-AG71fgj2XhOdyQl5rVz0Ppm3Gpt23ogiBY-GSbIgLDixlJlluv9nH3wKeHzVQg9fAE4w3h20Bps1rCAdCRh8XTr8ImGMP7TdHmpUcn5lTnI_EttusHg/s320/100_1879.JPG" /></a> Jon Michel spent the night with us Christmas Eve. I love that. All my babies under the same roof (except Aaron who got left in Natchitoches due to poor planning on his part, but I digress). It just warms my heart.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzQur0P9NF2DisOyTaS_Ibq2R9Y3kCUmTlvawGmZ0_u9eRynNiU3g3HrtDZA33xoYIIYYM6n8fCYbIR_wYojy4UFVjuMcJzbEh0OogGMdZEinKaDueA-KlI-f52vulkjMIffzgg/s1600-h/100_1885.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422258740837487154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyzQur0P9NF2DisOyTaS_Ibq2R9Y3kCUmTlvawGmZ0_u9eRynNiU3g3HrtDZA33xoYIIYYM6n8fCYbIR_wYojy4UFVjuMcJzbEh0OogGMdZEinKaDueA-KlI-f52vulkjMIffzgg/s320/100_1885.JPG" /></a><br />Our white Christmas. Maybe it didn't snow <em>on</em> Christmas but there was fresh snow on the ground so I (and probably 90% of the population of the DFW area) consider it a white Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_6-c8ZWfOf8y5xwcqOfkcnW16USQBmPD0kVeuD7m0b88tXDTtHxN5aD4BZpBHLeFtcVXxtBpbNtBgBgPbojSJgrzbtbY9Tvv52Ssp5q4h6ZdXeh0zZ6j_QBGlgEe7zxtMpMNsA/s1600-h/100_1868.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422258709963431186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_6-c8ZWfOf8y5xwcqOfkcnW16USQBmPD0kVeuD7m0b88tXDTtHxN5aD4BZpBHLeFtcVXxtBpbNtBgBgPbojSJgrzbtbY9Tvv52Ssp5q4h6ZdXeh0zZ6j_QBGlgEe7zxtMpMNsA/s320/100_1868.JPG" /></a><br /><br />The snow on Christmas Eve before anyone stepped in it.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWa1QqDQij4Zt2RZYOwmAPmLBJcHcozZkSLT0noLErnFPJldIKRhDhSwkuq_rz7swwdYF5jDA3Na9NE4Hii3wLDoHk2LEOE4CXms3HtzS4I1W3fxiPFw7iNhlEAYBq-dcG1s6FGw/s1600-h/100_1903.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422247122038516370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWa1QqDQij4Zt2RZYOwmAPmLBJcHcozZkSLT0noLErnFPJldIKRhDhSwkuq_rz7swwdYF5jDA3Na9NE4Hii3wLDoHk2LEOE4CXms3HtzS4I1W3fxiPFw7iNhlEAYBq-dcG1s6FGw/s320/100_1903.JPG" /></a><br />Christmas Day, snow angels!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruWN_KvSFp7YRP7WRyQZ3fmKmDXBAof-pVoEh86_wMmt0YZ1KYPdx8OC73ok_d2CZ1j4vnhLS14L3tZou8XbvgZHOVVDDk-oU4nmWD3XIsMCNl5cfYc6I5nqDjji6YjI5E54aiw/s1600-h/100_1902.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422247109268318994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhruWN_KvSFp7YRP7WRyQZ3fmKmDXBAof-pVoEh86_wMmt0YZ1KYPdx8OC73ok_d2CZ1j4vnhLS14L3tZou8XbvgZHOVVDDk-oU4nmWD3XIsMCNl5cfYc6I5nqDjji6YjI5E54aiw/s320/100_1902.JPG" /></a><br />And, of course, snow ball fights. Conrad has his new robe on.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTecPwZr3wcTGp8Fu-BMbFE_AMaiSH26Bc8gnNDVLJaPClsBciEPvidGtTxZi1SfNiP2ElhfLhAEHD6DOEwDXW-v3bRwQm_24ndshYRFQoWtFjE5oLxXaKujzvPiCees4-gmXuYw/s1600-h/100_1900.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422247107110018994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTecPwZr3wcTGp8Fu-BMbFE_AMaiSH26Bc8gnNDVLJaPClsBciEPvidGtTxZi1SfNiP2ElhfLhAEHD6DOEwDXW-v3bRwQm_24ndshYRFQoWtFjE5oLxXaKujzvPiCees4-gmXuYw/s320/100_1900.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHmds9QBbT3CO2_bQyanBdbVfBxfouYNfbKOs1YWQaP65nMlhsA8AU_AK7gb8iaHz9v-jfTuI-eQ8hzjokbeIabn8pRXUZjUReNL9d4ibjpC9OgCxXOIjBQ6EEgdTVfqyqv0d4A/s1600-h/100_1891.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422247088249994418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHmds9QBbT3CO2_bQyanBdbVfBxfouYNfbKOs1YWQaP65nMlhsA8AU_AK7gb8iaHz9v-jfTuI-eQ8hzjokbeIabn8pRXUZjUReNL9d4ibjpC9OgCxXOIjBQ6EEgdTVfqyqv0d4A/s320/100_1891.JPG" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>I show you these new shoes of Anna's because when she steps and leaves footprints, it's of the animal that the shoe is. (Anna's are cats.) And...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXykUxK-gjKihPw1aHiu8AhyphenhyphenZyo3CuQlRzDJXOb7c2hqzRknIUa_58lY-TiRFWErdDq2O-ctBvqUBPd7fd-s8jpGqXmdAPKhLObkvvzrwtoFk3ugxxskza6_CqZ5Pph0QR7RPovQ/s1600-h/100_1897.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422247098253962802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXykUxK-gjKihPw1aHiu8AhyphenhyphenZyo3CuQlRzDJXOb7c2hqzRknIUa_58lY-TiRFWErdDq2O-ctBvqUBPd7fd-s8jpGqXmdAPKhLObkvvzrwtoFk3ugxxskza6_CqZ5Pph0QR7RPovQ/s320/100_1897.JPG" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /><br />...ta da...can you see the paw print in the snow? How cute is that? They're called pollywalks I think.</div><div> </div><div>All in all, it was a great Christmas. Exept for Aaron not being here and us not knowing if he was even alive for a little while there, it all went swimmingly. The Aaron story is one for a different day. I'll tell you about it some other time.</div><div> </div><div>I hope your Christmas was blessed, family and friend filled. May we all have peace, prosperity and joy in this coming year.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-35027065706826123612009-12-12T20:45:00.003-06:002009-12-12T21:57:24.101-06:00Sadie's BirthdayToday is Sadie's 11th birthday. And, no, it wasn't quite the birthday she wanted. <br /><br />Earlier in the week, she came to us and had these gradiose plans for her party, complete with cake walk and bobbing for apples (and, yes, it was about 25 degrees out when she planned this).<br /><br />The next day we broke the news to her that it would be a family only birthday "party" but, she'd have cake and presents and her family around (including her brothers). I could tell when her Daddy told her when I walked into her room by the look on her face. What a sad face she had.<br /><br />So, today comes and all is good. Madeline had us all wake Sadie up with our rousing rendition of "Happy Birthday to you" complete with party hats and noise makers and a sign that Madeline made last night and we all signed. Plus, she had decorated the living room with streamers.<br /><br />Then various trips to various stores for various gifts and a special trip for Sadie to pick out her cake, special just for her. She picked a lovely winter themed, blue iced marble cake that smelled deliciously like buttercream. It had a snowman and trees and "Happy Birthday, Sadie" written on it. Great job!<br /><br />Then while I took yet another trip to the store for bowls for the red beans and rice I had made (because we have about 3 bowls in this house - they keep getting broken) she convinces her Daddy to take her down to the parade of lights because the running club (she is a member) is sponsoring ACA's float and she wants to be in the parade. When I got back she had 5 minutes to get there and no one had eaten, she hadn't had cake, blown out candles or opened presents. I overruled and devastation set in. But, she bounced back because she had cake to look forward to as well as presents.<br /><br />Finally, we all eat. Time for cake. We light the candles, Conrad takes it into the living room, I run to get the camera. When I got back (maybe 10 seconds later) chaos has broken out. I come in to see cake on the floor and Anna freaking out because she thinks the house is going to catch on fire. Aaron takes care of her and Conrad picks up the cake, now unfit to eat (maybe in a cleaner house you could have salvaged it but we have animals and kids - need I say more?). Sadie was less than pleased. Crying in fact. But, I have to give her credit, there was no tantrum, just a broken this-isn't-how-I-thought-my-birthday-would-turn-out little weep session. I couldn't blame her. This is what the cake looked like after Conrad picked it up. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIF1Jo31ee3nM5nUWrIWRqtDO_B_ND5i_TVBLrOIY7uf_1Q6Kv4uMVQv2_7I5YGf745BD0o1nC41JmA47ytj7zMfzSycvauRT-X0bKqye5adiyCXgl8sE0NuyeasoiDEspz-7Rg/s1600-h/100_1835.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414551512798986114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIF1Jo31ee3nM5nUWrIWRqtDO_B_ND5i_TVBLrOIY7uf_1Q6Kv4uMVQv2_7I5YGf745BD0o1nC41JmA47ytj7zMfzSycvauRT-X0bKqye5adiyCXgl8sE0NuyeasoiDEspz-7Rg/s320/100_1835.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Apparently, what happened was...Anna was sitting on the stool that Conrad had planned to put the cake on and when he asked her to get up she jumped up, arms flailing, and knocked the cake out of his hands.<br /><br />So, she had to settle for a big bowl of ice cream (chocolate) instead. Not quite the same thing.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKn9tDpGMvYGdalCZZlglgT6In4i2ZXIJavSbTqih13uqEkcIC0zqgNr_qHFPWAtScwAJ5TNOWg7NJI5_WXRSKt3_d2mEFCpK6WchXipp8sij62n7Ok7jfTdVdwBJY91c1vQVeg/s1600-h/100_1837.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414551504775105538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKn9tDpGMvYGdalCZZlglgT6In4i2ZXIJavSbTqih13uqEkcIC0zqgNr_qHFPWAtScwAJ5TNOWg7NJI5_WXRSKt3_d2mEFCpK6WchXipp8sij62n7Ok7jfTdVdwBJY91c1vQVeg/s320/100_1837.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEBGgQPKP8cgPdp4avvMWYeuVMpm8K2Pjvv54Otr69XotntlREWuD2xa0ly31y2J_qt_FwmAGIBR0AwhyYCzsq8V4CMGOnvF0K3vksnbDz3gMfBZ9aYnMW6OfWLzY6QEqL7Tm2A/s1600-h/100_1841.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414551496516891826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAEBGgQPKP8cgPdp4avvMWYeuVMpm8K2Pjvv54Otr69XotntlREWuD2xa0ly31y2J_qt_FwmAGIBR0AwhyYCzsq8V4CMGOnvF0K3vksnbDz3gMfBZ9aYnMW6OfWLzY6QEqL7Tm2A/s320/100_1841.JPG" /></a><br />This is all my kids (and their significant others) after no cake, lots of ice cream and presents had been opened (hence the smile on Sadie's face).<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHSMSTAZjuM-GaBO4aez3kxO18ArWXDYlBA2s3ri7yKyZkHnXLWEcrAKhGpxaYJ5YidsS6ShN-e4CKmnh_yfugdlCpzsKrXKIBR0TgiSgdzwESk4t9hXk2C_DkRiS4h3vJ38YQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2208_edited-1+-+Copy.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All in all, I think she handled all the disappointments of the day well. Hmmmm, I guess that means she's growing up...or getting used to living in our house. Nothing seems to go exactly as planned. But, hey, fun things happen when you're open to the flow-of-normal changing.<br /><br />And, this is my new Grand-dog, Alice. She is the sweetest thing and wobbles when she walks. How cute is she?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnhzpxD2jsv1iTTf9YZjkAZUVVRZQPhktQJP8mvQdKozke3WSL6v2dObb7uiU7272ckBAtpHt8E8g4rmQljBe2e9zoRmTqjE0YNK2RLmOglav1v7rNAt6lGM-nC193wUk6fvucg/s1600-h/100_1843.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414551490783003762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtnhzpxD2jsv1iTTf9YZjkAZUVVRZQPhktQJP8mvQdKozke3WSL6v2dObb7uiU7272ckBAtpHt8E8g4rmQljBe2e9zoRmTqjE0YNK2RLmOglav1v7rNAt6lGM-nC193wUk6fvucg/s320/100_1843.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Wow, my Sadie is 11 now. How time flies. <br /><br />She has started being more responsible with her work at school, rarely do I get emails, now, telling me she forgot to bring this assignment or that paper. I'm very proud of this turn of events. She was even proud of herself for bringing up her grades from her report card to her next progress report. Way to go, Sadie!<br /><br />As far as I can tell, she's not <em>that</em> into boys yet. She did have one crush at the beginning of school but that seems to have cooled off. I haven't heard his name or seen any other sign of her liking him in quite awhile.<br /><br />She's in the running club now. She seems to have found something she really likes to do. She'll be running in some races when it gets warmer so we're looking forward to that. And, she's in the choir and student council. She's not dancing anymore so no recital this year. But, she's finding her way and I think the dancing exit had alot to do with her feeling overwhelmed and over extended. I'm glad she realized it herself and there was no argument about what should go. I thought she was good at it but she must not have felt that way.<br /><br />I do love the fact that she's become more demonstrative towards her father and I. She just comes up and hugs me or just leans against me for no reason. And, she actually came and kissed her Daddy and I goodnight a couple of nights ago. Totally surprising, but most welcome.<br /><br />She's also becoming quite the beautiful girl. Of course, I may be a little biased but, I've heard other people say it too.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHSMSTAZjuM-GaBO4aez3kxO18ArWXDYlBA2s3ri7yKyZkHnXLWEcrAKhGpxaYJ5YidsS6ShN-e4CKmnh_yfugdlCpzsKrXKIBR0TgiSgdzwESk4t9hXk2C_DkRiS4h3vJ38YQQ/s1600-h/IMG_2208_edited-1+-+Copy.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414551485981899570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUHSMSTAZjuM-GaBO4aez3kxO18ArWXDYlBA2s3ri7yKyZkHnXLWEcrAKhGpxaYJ5YidsS6ShN-e4CKmnh_yfugdlCpzsKrXKIBR0TgiSgdzwESk4t9hXk2C_DkRiS4h3vJ38YQQ/s320/IMG_2208_edited-1+-+Copy.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sadie, I'm enjoying you watching you grown up. I love you!<br />MomLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-27144277583408685282009-11-05T19:00:00.003-06:002009-11-05T19:00:01.597-06:00First regular season home game<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwHqbCFJArv_t1IDFTLyNh6r3n5PZcAsUdQuK4uQKmiMgTzrbyFDDMQfa7nqnkT2yt_CDwwP6E9NEy8v1FgRRCD2i-2qlD_cRelOldVpxjGxZ1SwMjkYXLxc83VzcMMQr-CDmGA/s1600-h/100_1594.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400714908125789682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBwHqbCFJArv_t1IDFTLyNh6r3n5PZcAsUdQuK4uQKmiMgTzrbyFDDMQfa7nqnkT2yt_CDwwP6E9NEy8v1FgRRCD2i-2qlD_cRelOldVpxjGxZ1SwMjkYXLxc83VzcMMQr-CDmGA/s320/100_1594.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I was perusing my card for my camera today picking out "turkey leg" pictures for the school...don't ask, it's a carnival thing for the school. (But it sounds fun, doesn't it?) Anyway, I realized I never blogged about the first official Cowboy game at the new Stadium, or other things that I will blog about later.<br /><br />Meanwhile, we got "party passes" to go to the first "official" Cowboy game at the new stadium. Party pass means you can go into the stadium and you can eat, drink, cheer and in all other ways soak up the atmosphere in the stadium, you just don't have a place to sit your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hiney</span> down. But, you can also say "I was there when..." so there.<br /><br />On our way to the stadium, we saw the motorcade with President George W. Bush, but didn't know he was even coming to the game. But, of course he would be, this was the biggest event since...well, heck I don't know. I just know in my neck of the woods, it was a BIG event. Sadie's the one who said who was in the black SUV, not the van in the picture but the SUV behind the van. I took a picture just in case it really was him. Sure enough, he was there - more to come on that later.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjxU7qMuTAsxbGlb4-P985uPyHbo2lHbTHsbnEhF_wLFqAhb7UTqBotwa-iMCyZyqDUvdUyEWo6xcm6UB9M9ANGGbGG9ztAVMCcuWPtS_-YQkVvZMbcpby5y8iwMS9ghrv_k93w/s1600-h/100_1599.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400714903997859202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPjxU7qMuTAsxbGlb4-P985uPyHbo2lHbTHsbnEhF_wLFqAhb7UTqBotwa-iMCyZyqDUvdUyEWo6xcm6UB9M9ANGGbGG9ztAVMCcuWPtS_-YQkVvZMbcpby5y8iwMS9ghrv_k93w/s320/100_1599.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Here's Conrad and the girls with Tom Landry standing on Conrad's head. Well, really, they're outside the stadium.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEih3LKtN4oA9xbn6El1MNBoa0IKomD3fM72fHJiVPpO33kmzBuhc6LBPkfEKChu68GH8JmgIgtR4erKYOSBeYHl4G-CgvN4Wy4kRK75jLR4hIF_eKOHkZPVQn6UJGpXQHFNGQGg/s1600-h/100_1607.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400714895389634962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEih3LKtN4oA9xbn6El1MNBoa0IKomD3fM72fHJiVPpO33kmzBuhc6LBPkfEKChu68GH8JmgIgtR4erKYOSBeYHl4G-CgvN4Wy4kRK75jLR4hIF_eKOHkZPVQn6UJGpXQHFNGQGg/s320/100_1607.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />After we got "in" ("in" meaning not actually in the stadium but only "on" the grounds) the doors on either end started opening up as did the roof. It was pretty cool. That's a picture of everybody already "really in" the stadium.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCXnsBFxfUZQydkk8dAHWnZ4dt04SpWpijPnP6U96A6eC0YcPwdfMc_a__3muGAIBDcjgzyaB5JV6iEeF9PObmFMOvF2WgIoB-Hc0GiDKDzzC-BuskdXn0ryfGYh85zcuyqT2Eg/s1600-h/100_1613.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400712597919724210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCXnsBFxfUZQydkk8dAHWnZ4dt04SpWpijPnP6U96A6eC0YcPwdfMc_a__3muGAIBDcjgzyaB5JV6iEeF9PObmFMOvF2WgIoB-Hc0GiDKDzzC-BuskdXn0ryfGYh85zcuyqT2Eg/s320/100_1613.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Well, I just lost a picture of Conrad and the girls lounging on these lovely leather sofas outside the stadium. Very plush.<br /><br />This is the only time I actually saw the field with my eyes. This usher invited me to look out of this balcony. If you are any kind of a Cowboy fan, you know something is missing from this field...can you tell? Where is the star??? Those men in the middle of the field must be wondering the same thing...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDqzdAKNnKvttgdNM328s3Erbw0bYmEWDnXlVgCCCwdF4oGLp9VPkAXBSFgtdOBKXaiF4UhuzDVzpGOd8fAMwqCupBk37XIe8Z2r-szOxfs_iV6FoEpbY5HWzEISa10dOOUBKgw/s1600-h/100_1631.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400712594712651378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUDqzdAKNnKvttgdNM328s3Erbw0bYmEWDnXlVgCCCwdF4oGLp9VPkAXBSFgtdOBKXaiF4UhuzDVzpGOd8fAMwqCupBk37XIe8Z2r-szOxfs_iV6FoEpbY5HWzEISa10dOOUBKgw/s320/100_1631.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Oh no, they were guarding where the star would eventually be revealed! Ta-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">da</span>!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2h8iGYMFpomchOnIyGKTOsXxivsTNqfn02RhfGM6hu2vePKWoWg9kOrEesqxcHgaUKijUV8szgyL78q8A6UocSr_mlCNNgMDAnTLHJm1EH0QTiQG21ORPy4rfJ46BE4Y5OR6Rg/s1600-h/100_1639.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400712591138552450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2h8iGYMFpomchOnIyGKTOsXxivsTNqfn02RhfGM6hu2vePKWoWg9kOrEesqxcHgaUKijUV8szgyL78q8A6UocSr_mlCNNgMDAnTLHJm1EH0QTiQG21ORPy4rfJ46BE4Y5OR6Rg/s320/100_1639.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And, how can you go to a Cowboy game without taking at least one picture of the cheerleaders. How about this for angle?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-yvFxCFAtcIsJcvHccR6_QaETTj7y-JeSjW5E8wKaSHoaQ0E7zV3L2C_amnpa6DKX9PcC0XS4AC6BJcDj3WY2huTA6hiBSopY8G3ZyyO83d6XgueT-Np7_H_qcNma9gSEzufRw/s1600-h/100_1640.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400712586144156386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo-yvFxCFAtcIsJcvHccR6_QaETTj7y-JeSjW5E8wKaSHoaQ0E7zV3L2C_amnpa6DKX9PcC0XS4AC6BJcDj3WY2huTA6hiBSopY8G3ZyyO83d6XgueT-Np7_H_qcNma9gSEzufRw/s320/100_1640.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh, and remember I said George W. Bush was at the game? Well, not just George, but Laura too! They did the coin toss! How exciting was that? I had no idea (other than Sadie screaming at me that "that was George Bush in that SUV!!") that he would be there. Very exciting.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7o3UfKlkf6psdSg_lHjg1V3FcW8JUErhDAtAHkCBue3U3z9j0CchKrzJ8LgG7wW64dFfGtbdI1-fe20e6gFuQfmDFe6RmeQB3GoSDcqJLgIagMhFnnfAsvlnrsQywKxa9unDlw/s1600-h/100_1648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400711660055932466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7o3UfKlkf6psdSg_lHjg1V3FcW8JUErhDAtAHkCBue3U3z9j0CchKrzJ8LgG7wW64dFfGtbdI1-fe20e6gFuQfmDFe6RmeQB3GoSDcqJLgIagMhFnnfAsvlnrsQywKxa9unDlw/s320/100_1648.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />More George and Laura...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MM7Tk3rIFkFwLmLLSSY8d23pyLID6qDZ4xlHQPNu_vSt-JbKm-i0lbKk5yd4Dbv-qdw1hXVo_WUuEOIPi9cG_FHDWAg43YinZNyKgjfK7t2s8ZTMXmlornByxemuwIMKSYODqA/s1600-h/100_1654.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400711654633873554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MM7Tk3rIFkFwLmLLSSY8d23pyLID6qDZ4xlHQPNu_vSt-JbKm-i0lbKk5yd4Dbv-qdw1hXVo_WUuEOIPi9cG_FHDWAg43YinZNyKgjfK7t2s8ZTMXmlornByxemuwIMKSYODqA/s320/100_1654.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Then Jordan Sparks (past winner of American Idol) sang the National Anthem. Pretty cool.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqHEipSEyBebNeR7oXKaRZ_pMy_URx9wfB6ug-CijipjXCXPeGrToBSKqrtlon2UwyXLpIad6lpCvl3VBKHKso_RoO0zvdMNK8HtzNJ_OzZb6SLjsU36MTKRzv1TY0OBvlVgG3g/s1600-h/100_1658.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400711649910087938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqHEipSEyBebNeR7oXKaRZ_pMy_URx9wfB6ug-CijipjXCXPeGrToBSKqrtlon2UwyXLpIad6lpCvl3VBKHKso_RoO0zvdMNK8HtzNJ_OzZb6SLjsU36MTKRzv1TY0OBvlVgG3g/s320/100_1658.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />I totally expected a flyover of huge proportions and so I snapped away at that open roof and man, nothing. Nothing at all. Nada, zip, poof, nothing. But, I got a picture of that nothing so you have to look at that, too.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkx84EXBvE024PQE71D1mi1XxR8DCiivjoGct0iZJusAHHBj6T-RvBDQqqYjg3-N-OaEIgppagRqbFXetdfAeus_w6qcaoJgby7xiiS2UuwjCy46q4tZVfLnaSP7-cw0I5qcoBw/s1600-h/100_1670.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400711647051044242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitkx84EXBvE024PQE71D1mi1XxR8DCiivjoGct0iZJusAHHBj6T-RvBDQqqYjg3-N-OaEIgppagRqbFXetdfAeus_w6qcaoJgby7xiiS2UuwjCy46q4tZVfLnaSP7-cw0I5qcoBw/s320/100_1670.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Conrad and the girls left right before half-time and I stayed to usher in Jon Michel and his friends using the party pass as an actual "pass" as in Conrad passed it them. Hey, Jerry (as in Jones) is the one who told Conrad to do it, not personally, but in some article or something he said he envisioned people coming taking a look around and then passing the pass to someone else and letting them take a look around. So, that's just what we did.<br /><br />During half-time they unveiled the Ring of Honor. The picture at right shows the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Triumvirate</span> of Smith, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Aikman</span> and Irving. How cool to see all three of them in the same place. I got a picture - thanks to the big screen.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjtdFm90V_qr7mBNNii5MrLDiqiG7NNizACshvidPNYEQi8lSKP1hkxZ_4Ns8Dn5Xqd0-v32FzSqTXmUDIqUxb7MpkvXqN3xKghyphenhypheni0hJXR9iarU3OE0U2Xbpojnh7Q2B0p1bMMw/s1600-h/100_1671.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400711635079641666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjtdFm90V_qr7mBNNii5MrLDiqiG7NNizACshvidPNYEQi8lSKP1hkxZ_4Ns8Dn5Xqd0-v32FzSqTXmUDIqUxb7MpkvXqN3xKghyphenhypheni0hJXR9iarU3OE0U2Xbpojnh7Q2B0p1bMMw/s320/100_1671.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Got this one of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Staubach</span> the same way. Awesome!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />All in all, I think it's something we will all remember at least for a long time, if not, for the rest of our lives. The girls will be able to look back at this when they're ready to demolish this behemoth and say "I was there the first regular season game that was played there". They'll talk to them on TV and the girls will regale them with stories of how we lived 2 blocks away when they built this big <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ol</span>' thing and how we went to several events there the first year there and however many we go to from here on out. And Anna will tell them how she didn't want to go to anything there because she thought as soon as she walked in she'd get a nosebleed because <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">everytime</span> we'd drive by we'd say "well, there's the nosebleed seats". Oh how everyone will laugh! </p><p>It's been enjoyable being a small part of history. Hopefully they'll buy us out soon and we can move somewhere new and start new memories in a new place. One can hope...<br /><br /></p>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-67598500540891137472009-09-19T08:33:00.003-05:002009-09-19T09:58:12.263-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeDsvDMUcAfABfhHlk2qTJlE6XvOgygY49xcB-yss9msBdnZeCmivrboy1GY7Ih5upTiILL2Hu0oxBWCfVPIIEMveXpZZT5AZZyeY55MvE3ywLRCyDsYz0-7W_qQUxEgo_uSPYQ/s1600-h/100_1583.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383181712334766706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeeDsvDMUcAfABfhHlk2qTJlE6XvOgygY49xcB-yss9msBdnZeCmivrboy1GY7Ih5upTiILL2Hu0oxBWCfVPIIEMveXpZZT5AZZyeY55MvE3ywLRCyDsYz0-7W_qQUxEgo_uSPYQ/s320/100_1583.JPG" /></a> A week ago, we loaded up into the van and headed East. The purpose was to be there when <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> and Gail played their piano/organ concert, an event we've been looking forward to for months. In fact, I think back in May, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> told me to save the date for this concert. Heck, could have been at Christmas, I just know we've been waiting a long time. And, can I just say...<br /><br />TOTALLY WORTH THE WAIT!!<br /><br />From the beginning strains of the Toccata in D (which Gail played quite well on the organ) until the final notes of the beautiful "Lord Here I Am", it was a glorious evening of music.<br /><br />They had two grand pianos and an organ and they each played each instrument at some point. That was pretty cool.<br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> had both girls turn pages for her on a song and they did a fine job. I loved that she included them on her big night. I know it's something they'll remember always.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjt9W10nK-AAkVJKJGuElj3BNvb0oyNnUPgIlOhUSLu_AdI0-6LS1aoPSmlb4Y1kVV0EL7rrZFAmLcknRNy39Xc1g8K2k-E0RCz4PRYI1_hg9OhWODhXs79I1sfzUqUJGw0wL-w/s1600-h/100_1579.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383181697847801394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSjt9W10nK-AAkVJKJGuElj3BNvb0oyNnUPgIlOhUSLu_AdI0-6LS1aoPSmlb4Y1kVV0EL7rrZFAmLcknRNy39Xc1g8K2k-E0RCz4PRYI1_hg9OhWODhXs79I1sfzUqUJGw0wL-w/s320/100_1579.JPG" /></a><br /><br />The pic to the right is Sadie doing her job.<br /><br />The pic under this is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> and Gail, aren't they cute?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFai3k7BDlGBPO0t2ffCoV9uazQ595Ss_X5WUJfbXqiM_RF3Xob6n3Nti40MM41jEe1D2D6lWfupR2Vy28EvfjbzLv-jnRLc0apToXnUCe9PbWMq3vr45WyCqH9DX9zwdYBD_fBw/s1600-h/100_1570.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383181690506045026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFai3k7BDlGBPO0t2ffCoV9uazQ595Ss_X5WUJfbXqiM_RF3Xob6n3Nti40MM41jEe1D2D6lWfupR2Vy28EvfjbzLv-jnRLc0apToXnUCe9PbWMq3vr45WyCqH9DX9zwdYBD_fBw/s320/100_1570.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IkCv0f7EUg55tXVuvwIil_agQMIjG5u2EEdJsYgNQvNedORgDmG-we_85nvVinBVtGPRKi50O17xO81sCcsRujY968lj5jrnOSrlSZFc5n1VcU-Su6R0iEhWvY4bgmJuZXbd4g/s1600-h/100_1569.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383181677128348866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IkCv0f7EUg55tXVuvwIil_agQMIjG5u2EEdJsYgNQvNedORgDmG-we_85nvVinBVtGPRKi50O17xO81sCcsRujY968lj5jrnOSrlSZFc5n1VcU-Su6R0iEhWvY4bgmJuZXbd4g/s320/100_1569.JPG" /></a><br /><br />To the right is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> relaxing before the event with her hair all "did up".<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2A1iJSv-M3N77D9pcE9m-bsxEGLIG-lblCiF36O8ZDStvytsFcsStgku-cqbYjCHq3MIdchd8f5nzm3aTz3BL0xagOg3BiCZg8MyDpQvkz1wLG__r7fhMMQ77abSxGQaRZiT1Cw/s1600-h/100_1568.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383181666520864258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2A1iJSv-M3N77D9pcE9m-bsxEGLIG-lblCiF36O8ZDStvytsFcsStgku-cqbYjCHq3MIdchd8f5nzm3aTz3BL0xagOg3BiCZg8MyDpQvkz1wLG__r7fhMMQ77abSxGQaRZiT1Cw/s320/100_1568.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><br />Sadie and Madeline also handed out the programs before the concert. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmmm</span>, free child labor, and in the church to boot. Better not let the labor board hear about this. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">teehee</span><br /><p></p><br /><p><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwPiukrTn4BXifUKjxC7IC-8cMELPCuneo-iahzBPZlI0UkExUsyja_n_iLgRc05k9THVnqdI3_Bm8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>OK, the first video should be of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Madeline</span> helping Mom turn pages during "My Tribute".<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>And this was just one of my favorites.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzVFW41sCrYm8ZYMtk1Gt3yMn7haRBLsz7fWLGcS8qNRGdCe0uDFngmCg_dcxdcmgXa8_2KP_9QM5o' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> I've always known my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span> was a gifted and talented piano/organist but I was so proud of her on Sunday evening. She (and Gail) treated that whole audience to an evening of beautiful, uplifting music. The crowd was pretty big, I thought, especially since there was a torrential downpour going on outside. They braved that weather to watch the concert and they were not disappointed.</div><div> </div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mumsey</span>, you have a gift and I am so happy you give your gift so freely to everyone. My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nonnie</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Opper</span> would have been so proud of you. I bet they were listening!</div><div> </div><div>I had to remember the names of the songs from memory so if I got them wrong, I apologize. I can't find my program anywhere. I'm sure I'll find it later when I start cleaning. Wish I was in Shreveport now, thinking about the cleaning ahead of me. I digress.</div><div> </div><div>I think I speak for everyone there at the concert when I say that we are looking forward to the next one!</div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-4439989722952790882009-09-09T20:35:00.002-05:002009-09-09T20:38:05.416-05:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSgLzQ9SDTPHGXTCJHmWwdWIOv-_WeLMXBORBzffeCLStbQMT1EYPD4BJfB96cU1_J87RtH9TtudN6Svk5WKixsIdnv6LkWIUdIRLpv3_bJykLqqhpDigPc4TdZrpxcaWBOcvmg/s1600-h/no+parking.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379646425117692306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJSgLzQ9SDTPHGXTCJHmWwdWIOv-_WeLMXBORBzffeCLStbQMT1EYPD4BJfB96cU1_J87RtH9TtudN6Svk5WKixsIdnv6LkWIUdIRLpv3_bJykLqqhpDigPc4TdZrpxcaWBOcvmg/s320/no+parking.jpg" /></a><br /><div>You may have to enlarge the picture to get the full effect. You see the truck parked under the tree to the left of the "no parking" sign?</div><div></div><div>The picture of "rules don't apply to me". </div><div></div><div>Arrrrggghh!</div><div> </div><div>Maybe that sign only means "you're not supposed to park - just right there - where that sign actually sits. Hmmmmm....</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-44505953816384761732009-09-07T22:32:00.003-05:002009-09-07T22:37:50.405-05:00new take<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnKKlAh2lC5VAK0mo3nuGn-R9bJdfxQYuZtdYdz2e9dC0SGti92y8LpfPYjV3VKewUlDVHrOXXen9veeRWHID8O_PIb6B3LCmEtx0B-hpWNLPHYP4Il6h2KrRnbvuAVD2mMasHA/s1600-h/100_1542.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378934631294161570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJnKKlAh2lC5VAK0mo3nuGn-R9bJdfxQYuZtdYdz2e9dC0SGti92y8LpfPYjV3VKewUlDVHrOXXen9veeRWHID8O_PIb6B3LCmEtx0B-hpWNLPHYP4Il6h2KrRnbvuAVD2mMasHA/s320/100_1542.JPG" /></a><br /><div>I've been thinking about a new take on the ol' blog. Almost everyday, I see something that is the "picture" definition of a word. </div><div> </div><div>Today's post was actually taken yesterday at a birthday party for a friend of Anna's, Caden. While watching him open presents, I caught her being the definition of "a prim and proper lady".</div><div> </div><div>Sadie's dance teachers (who also teach etiquette) would be so proud.</div><div> </div><div>So, in the coming days, I will try to take a picture of things I see that are the very definition of a word.</div><div> </div><div>I hope you enjoy this new venture!</div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21861258.post-80441317789342777272009-08-31T20:03:00.003-05:002009-08-31T20:21:34.624-05:00update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcbnoYK5OuAkJ1dEVtFZXBZgyDeDPSA6meJXM-ZnaA3pGrjuMBBcPKaPaGGsN260BItS4zhkBHtXr7u_Go9J0jJzY2F5pKc_Lh9pTf1d9bmdDCfGvP167FRl2qgkquunZ10ZroA/s1600-h/100_1515.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299707916249074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkcbnoYK5OuAkJ1dEVtFZXBZgyDeDPSA6meJXM-ZnaA3pGrjuMBBcPKaPaGGsN260BItS4zhkBHtXr7u_Go9J0jJzY2F5pKc_Lh9pTf1d9bmdDCfGvP167FRl2qgkquunZ10ZroA/s320/100_1515.JPG" /></a> We have started school. In years past, it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">YAHOOOOO</span> time. Now, since I work at the school it's survival mode for me. Here are the girls on their way to school!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DrX4gYPkVurioB-16xkz27vHrWvRYvuQQBdJrPjv9P6dq8bT46flGymH8GArJx5eA_HdFqvSDmo4Z9Vm1em9LCfRx7t5Jpiy53DpEWRdMF4Xz1y16XFc8HOT6K-sJgfIQ9w3jA/s1600-h/100_1523.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299449707906642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0DrX4gYPkVurioB-16xkz27vHrWvRYvuQQBdJrPjv9P6dq8bT46flGymH8GArJx5eA_HdFqvSDmo4Z9Vm1em9LCfRx7t5Jpiy53DpEWRdMF4Xz1y16XFc8HOT6K-sJgfIQ9w3jA/s320/100_1523.JPG" /></a><br /><br />One of the cool things at the school this year is Mrs. Alvarado's hedgehog. She got her for a classroom pet and boy is she cute! I call her Persephone, her class voted and it was split between Spike and Angel so they call her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">AngelSpike</span>. I know what her real name is. Here she is...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFN42FPN1czUjZMq5NMzHC6mm1u5tsApJSz6PAwFvWEPoTpT2tcB2e-E3BFyYxfDLsyOmnsficSuLrxE19t5I_eDS9LlXUOjaM5PdjOstmRmLgsr7i4S38UFVo8fqGCQj6ctErA/s1600-h/100_1529.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299439624667330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKFN42FPN1czUjZMq5NMzHC6mm1u5tsApJSz6PAwFvWEPoTpT2tcB2e-E3BFyYxfDLsyOmnsficSuLrxE19t5I_eDS9LlXUOjaM5PdjOstmRmLgsr7i4S38UFVo8fqGCQj6ctErA/s320/100_1529.JPG" /></a> In the middle of June, two days before we came back from our vacation, we had a power surge in the house. The oven got fried as well as the vent-a-hood and multiple other electrical items (including the computer). We finally got our settlement from said power surge (it was caused by a tree-trimmer, not the electric company otherwise, we'd just be up a creek without a paddle) and got an oven and instead of a vent-a-hood we decided on a microwave/vent combo.<br /><br />We decided on an oven/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">cook top</span> combo instead of our range and wall oven set up we had before. That oven is huge! This is a picture of the oven/microwave today, cooking my beef for my first big meal made in the lovely new appliance. I made lasagna....look below! The oven cooked it just right!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1No7Lx9oniMobtqwru1A4m_xApbzQ5AgKIdT2qEtOn97_mxzsYphks_U_Bvud3e0LXgAjYjzTAJWvfm1P03HxidUlGvEb0F_Gya5hL2VWNsWDrJ3zIIbedAHod_wRDCEonQJj2Q/s1600-h/100_1532.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299434746684146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1No7Lx9oniMobtqwru1A4m_xApbzQ5AgKIdT2qEtOn97_mxzsYphks_U_Bvud3e0LXgAjYjzTAJWvfm1P03HxidUlGvEb0F_Gya5hL2VWNsWDrJ3zIIbedAHod_wRDCEonQJj2Q/s320/100_1532.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntxsaG2cMQeEYzRHzW-fZF98u0ajVyO7GCp2HsuShR1LQFgonUgYmU1_JhVs9Q_l0QG7EShp7Et-gmyv7-EOE53CNFGMHaqpPQvdKUklYZy-_9ZwdtFrvUN58TZ0yzeJ0WY9zwg/s1600-h/100_1533.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299425380507554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjntxsaG2cMQeEYzRHzW-fZF98u0ajVyO7GCp2HsuShR1LQFgonUgYmU1_JhVs9Q_l0QG7EShp7Et-gmyv7-EOE53CNFGMHaqpPQvdKUklYZy-_9ZwdtFrvUN58TZ0yzeJ0WY9zwg/s320/100_1533.JPG" /></a> And then do you know what it did? It cooked the cheesy garlic toast perfectly! Now, what do you think about that? Sounds to me like I'm going to be expected to cook <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span> in the days and weeks to come. What was I thinking?<br /><br /><br />Today, we celebrated Mrs. Alvarado's birthday and one of the mothers made cupcakes for her class and look how cute they are! They're HEDGEHOGS!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIH0djkxOZ_zW_Ln334LpH_sQLC_EJx1IS0qxCK5K2dpaag2kNTkNDfmCMGiN1On3NNP4ijrV65VMgsdWJDAjhLGsKyIKh7l_G2tvxbNF99yNcV5nPUa87Hq7w0PsFt72sls4mAQ/s1600-h/securedownload.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376299418019596930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIH0djkxOZ_zW_Ln334LpH_sQLC_EJx1IS0qxCK5K2dpaag2kNTkNDfmCMGiN1On3NNP4ijrV65VMgsdWJDAjhLGsKyIKh7l_G2tvxbNF99yNcV5nPUa87Hq7w0PsFt72sls4mAQ/s320/securedownload.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07263020556500435261noreply@blogger.com1