tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37713288644041393142024-03-13T23:46:39.626-07:00Lipstick and HangnailsLipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.comBlogger132125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-4904264701373271942010-05-30T08:53:00.000-07:002010-05-30T09:21:39.210-07:00Healing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSd63LKKv95kFrkb55MwhyphenhyphenPsGbvQlcMy4Uxfna5jR-zPvL1FAeKzh5N9raFnJl_LQz2F_BAyWfe4l30OV4Imkqxr6VP5QNdLCfFjw1gAbsXnhTA0K9HygAUAP_eJ2oAfFukICQm_wLBUf/s1600/IMG_0471.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSd63LKKv95kFrkb55MwhyphenhyphenPsGbvQlcMy4Uxfna5jR-zPvL1FAeKzh5N9raFnJl_LQz2F_BAyWfe4l30OV4Imkqxr6VP5QNdLCfFjw1gAbsXnhTA0K9HygAUAP_eJ2oAfFukICQm_wLBUf/s200/IMG_0471.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477097982098101426" /></a>My very "minimal" scar. I think my surgeon is an amazing man. The three dots above the scar are marks made by the surgeon in pen.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPd4lkVgzD8IHjfEe3dBBZaORQQkKmmUxeHeZDRX9RAdnkiI_Wu20WQs1pgww4w3RMWYA3g6rRx5JeFLjANrfl-Ff6bz6CM8nxeFL03RXeff-z4quIipgXRgtMgitWO4ORHnyPxr-uVBfB/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPd4lkVgzD8IHjfEe3dBBZaORQQkKmmUxeHeZDRX9RAdnkiI_Wu20WQs1pgww4w3RMWYA3g6rRx5JeFLjANrfl-Ff6bz6CM8nxeFL03RXeff-z4quIipgXRgtMgitWO4ORHnyPxr-uVBfB/s200/IMG_0424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477097973396862386" /></a>I was required to wear this neck brace for two weeks, including sleeping and showering in it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwRxrP245ZD4FDIRMwzXjNEM8PvY-9AUxzJUfcIFfAOMOfVbjZjoQEKJzz7CxVxelGb7aSEUJ0js7LMBg9-EAP-ATFl7xVoR1g2AQaR4zAPY_MruU8aaGtUKKvfnqJCeHKh8_0FBXf5_e/s1600/IMG_0466.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpwRxrP245ZD4FDIRMwzXjNEM8PvY-9AUxzJUfcIFfAOMOfVbjZjoQEKJzz7CxVxelGb7aSEUJ0js7LMBg9-EAP-ATFl7xVoR1g2AQaR4zAPY_MruU8aaGtUKKvfnqJCeHKh8_0FBXf5_e/s200/IMG_0466.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477097964838321698" /></a>Side view of the plate and screws that are in my neck only I have one more level of fusion.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYSXGTH_JPvcWkOYOimDQYkqbUPsBrO0BuJ6IU9XCMSLJqecMTy03DrFFOzjO9mLqa_ibtkWCKVjRX3n9ORopbsYw9oE_xZ0o-9_yd0C-3mQYkl341BwHtxy__EIrqZr8j313V7mm-z7z/s1600/IMG_0467.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFYSXGTH_JPvcWkOYOimDQYkqbUPsBrO0BuJ6IU9XCMSLJqecMTy03DrFFOzjO9mLqa_ibtkWCKVjRX3n9ORopbsYw9oE_xZ0o-9_yd0C-3mQYkl341BwHtxy__EIrqZr8j313V7mm-z7z/s200/IMG_0467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477097957343411026" /></a>Front view of the plate and screws that are now making my neck their home<div><br /></div><div><br />I'm recovering from ACDF surgery....Anterior Cervical Discectomy and Fusion, cervical being my 'NECK'. I recently underwent spinal fusion from C4-C7. I was having chronic headaches and tingling in my right arm, sometimes left too, that wouldn't go away at all. I've suffered chronic headaches since around 1998, but didn't know it was my neck causing it, even though I'd take one of those microwavable bean tubey thingys to work and wear it when I worked in Endoscopy way back then. <div><br /></div><div>It was a big decision to undergo surgery, and one that was fraught with much tension, fear and hesitation. I even went as far as calling my doctors office to cancel the surgery. But he asked me to allow him to review my films and he'd call me back. Mind you, this is a very conservative surgeon so when he called me back and said that if I decided to postpone, it would behoove me to be very cautious since my discs were basically collapsed in places and were pressing on my spinal cord leaving a bruise that could, if I got in an accident or something, leave me with permanent damage and loss of function of my right arm. YIKES!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>This scared me!!! And I don't think it coincidence that one morning while driving to work, the car in front of me a distance off, turned sideways so I would hit him broadside. I pumped my breaks, the road was super slippery with ice. I kept pumping and pumping, then holding the brake down.......there was a cement barrier on my left, a car on my right, I had no where to go except right into this white car turned sideways. </div><div><br /></div><div>I said to him and to myself, "my car is toast....YOUR CAR is toast.....this is going to be a very bad day for both of us. I hope my neck can handle it.... I hope I don't get a whiplash......I prayed before I left this morning that neither me nor anyone around me would get in an accident.....I kept braking and braking and just as I figured all was lost, the white car pulled out of my lane and into the next lane, missing him entirely.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started to bawl. I couldn't contain myself. Crying and crying thanking God. Then about a week later, I was caught in a nasty snow storm which kept me not even a 1/2 mile away from the hospital, sitting on the highway in the same place for an hour and a half. It took me four hours to get home that night. I didn't reach home until 11:30 p.m. That night the roads were so bad, fear hung in the air around me like I'd be lucky to make it home without getting in an accident. It's awful when you feel you're in danger just by driving home!</div><div><br /></div><div>Needless to say, I kept my scheduled surgical date and am now into week 7 of recovery phase. I still have a very stiff neck and can actually feel the plate in my neck when I swallow, which my surgeon has reassured me will dissipate in time. I've never been more grateful for narcotic intervention in my life. I'm hoping in the next six months, I'll be able to say I'm grateful I had the surgery. Right now, I'm still having pain and spasms, but I keep being reassured I will heal in time. I am grateful I had the surgeon that I did. He is an amazing man.</div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-30701063896071090582009-11-21T10:10:00.000-08:002009-11-21T10:20:36.531-08:00Pika Learning to Say I Love You<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0AhO4sauCrn6kx9Rp-uy4xEk46du_LPOzIXjGiK1QoM-rGBSNFxMjG9rOBAcso8WLmW79fSndCBwqn_j2Vg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div>Our cute Rat Terrier Pika (pronounced Peeka) is being coaxed to say I Love You in dog talk by Heather and Whit. She is doing a pretty good job. We can get her to howl all the time, but only recently has she been giving us syllables to suggest she understands "I Love You". </div><div><br /></div><div>She's so fun. When I come home, she is so excited she barely knows what to do with her energy and so will have something in her mouth so as not to bite me! Really they are really energetic nibbles. I kiss her on the neck and have since she was very tiny, so she kisses me on the neck too, but it's nibbles! She's a lot of fun.</div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-14128999681521347792009-07-29T05:02:00.001-07:002009-07-29T05:02:46.924-07:00Sara Bareilles - Gravity<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/C3mKQT08_rk' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/C3mKQT08_rk'/></object></p><p>The dance done by Kupono and Kayla on So You Think You Can Dance is a very creative interpretation of Sara's song. I think this music video is so creatively AWESOME, I love it!</p></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-37406029298313160962009-06-30T06:01:00.000-07:002009-06-30T06:09:23.811-07:00Exercise is GrrrrrrrrrreatMy legs are killing me, my butt is tight making it very hard not to walk funny, my shoulders feel like they are in a tight sling, but my Pilates classes and tests are DONE! Well, almost done. I now have to accumulate 200 teaching hours, 100 observation hours and the rest of my practice hours. I haven't added up all my practice hours but I don't have that many, maybe 20. <div><br /></div><div>It's a beautiful thing being this far into my training. I absolutely love Pilates. Problem is, I just had an MRI of my neck done and have four, count them, FOUR bulging discs in my cervical spine making it very hard to do the roll over, which just happens to be one of the exercises that was in my test out!</div><div><br /></div><div>My neck always hurts and I now seem to almost have chronic headaches. I now need to make an appointment with a spine specialist! Yikes, not what I ever planned for.</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess we don't always plan for things like this, but I don't know what I would have done, besides compete gymnastics, to have hurt my neck! No worries though....I don't plan on letting it stop me in Pilates!</div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-30666661940357915502009-05-15T19:18:00.001-07:002009-05-15T20:47:05.506-07:00The Best Mother's Day Ever<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1f9g4tIuht6cP-zW0YB9uBnBJ-O0AQ6Ar2AwE0F82nn5A6rd0m4zalFaw3VvC-nlRKmfCSu-5X9PrAjTV6otR04P4QvrXutSMwNUe1nMaDH4kuwLemRq4wI3M72qe7ZJbC5rd1irzyz6l/s200/IMG_3944.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336247711773182114" /><div style="text-align: center;">I had to stare at these boxes for five days </div><div style="text-align: center;">waiting to open them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHg_E-LTv4CWGZ-UqF8vlUW5oDfu48_nf5ZPegb3Q6XA5kcjV51MmSq6X-W4b8Yxk9w9t7mUUu9XjAnD4q06tzN5ekeZTcDEvlBwRxJLrDi1J50muELFGcAyhs4KtZG7buwoNnGriPY0Tc/s1600-h/IMG_3967.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHg_E-LTv4CWGZ-UqF8vlUW5oDfu48_nf5ZPegb3Q6XA5kcjV51MmSq6X-W4b8Yxk9w9t7mUUu9XjAnD4q06tzN5ekeZTcDEvlBwRxJLrDi1J50muELFGcAyhs4KtZG7buwoNnGriPY0Tc/s200/IMG_3967.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336247718924807346" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The Reformer with Tower.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(The floor isn't finished yet)</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbxyZ6iatHgHeyWoQ1oRi1IcfQTmy_b-tLNtZ1vEaCZU0KAOuuUayj1YYw9j1z-9LvsR4VkiZ3yM5izc8KvOsyOlOpc2Fe5WQ7lnpK5T60FO6AlBWS0O94g1o_CPh-QgzVWPpfp7d7vDr/s1600-h/IMG_3968.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVbxyZ6iatHgHeyWoQ1oRi1IcfQTmy_b-tLNtZ1vEaCZU0KAOuuUayj1YYw9j1z-9LvsR4VkiZ3yM5izc8KvOsyOlOpc2Fe5WQ7lnpK5T60FO6AlBWS0O94g1o_CPh-QgzVWPpfp7d7vDr/s200/IMG_3968.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336247714511614914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The Cadillac (or Trapeze as it is called)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluvny9BE4PIDqVTBGoB1UyG1zMBLvkaEx0UFCnDmrtR3M0XM4TmroYqPIAmU2CxG9n9IGk5Zey7CsuJLO4Gafr36yY9LskxZZ9AMvOSBBy7KI6VfX5TcFjwhzQ20J3SjU8vT7QZHk9vJ1/s1600-h/IMG_3966.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluvny9BE4PIDqVTBGoB1UyG1zMBLvkaEx0UFCnDmrtR3M0XM4TmroYqPIAmU2CxG9n9IGk5Zey7CsuJLO4Gafr36yY9LskxZZ9AMvOSBBy7KI6VfX5TcFjwhzQ20J3SjU8vT7QZHk9vJ1/s200/IMG_3966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336247713751131458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nate sitting</div><div style="text-align: center;"> on the Cadillac</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I got my Pilates equipment on the 4th of May. They were supposed to be here by April 28th but were late! I was worried about it because we knew Nate was going to Utah and I wanted him to be able to put the equipment up before he left. <div>Too bad, so sad for me. They didn't come until AFTER my four days of Pilates training.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>DAMN!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I was really worried about getting the 800 pounds of equipment off the truck without Nate being here. Because I bought it in the month of April, I got free delivery which would have been nearly $500.00. This only included "curbside" delivery so they would take the equipment to the garage and not help get it into the house! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I couldn't believe the guy this big moving company sent to unload my equipment. His gut stuck out to Maine and he had a limp and moved really slow. He was TOTALLY out of shape to be lifting and moving the boxes we had. I was worried he was going to hurt himself and so I asked if he had had an injury. He told me he had numbness and tingling in his leg! GREAT! This guy was going to move my $9000.00 dollars worth of equipment off a truck four feet off the ground and into our garage. At that point I wondered why I ever asked him if he had any tips as to how to get it into the house. As it turned out...he wouldn't have been able to do it himself! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Heather, Whit and I helped him finagle it off the truck and a few times Heather and I both thought he was going to drop them on the ground from off the lift! He was trying to get the boxes, which were stacked on top of each other three high, from inside the truck to the lift so he kept rocking them back and forth getting them nearer and nearer to the edge of the lift. I kept trying to brace them to make sure they wouldn't fall off and I seriously thought he was going to drop them on my head a couple times. THAT could have killed me as they were just above my head!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVrXu9iX3CXCznkLxwAuaK6_IrGo9ivZqGx-ybZ3toemX_P6KGiEo1I5ZnNayPz1xKw1HGeqgpelN6Fbq_3Rbq3QCTkL70NwJzant1eYoRIsYQIMzwPoiBAWfZa_GkGxKXav4s-miTPas7/s200/IMG_3954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336255290064437922" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMFxw_As0Lf0B3_NZb7a9tVaLfP7_IMpVSHD1Jri6FKEGhbETP6LSbKyVRX9-E1vQF3zOFb7A7UIYI-dGgrju7-GJVk1CiXgKBg2p7xST9cIoNXIVct5ruDV51VMsXxT4e60ixqxP6Hvjg/s200/IMG_3946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336255282036087906" /></div><div>I was so grateful to get them in the garage I quickly signed the papers to get the dude off our land and started oogling the boxes anxious to see what was inside! </div><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever gotten a gift in a box that big? Can you blame me for being excited? Go back to the top and look at the size of those boxes! I had to look at them sitting in my garage for FIVE LONG DAYS....just waiting for the equipment in them to be put up in my gym. That was a very long wait!</div><div><br /></div><div>After the moving guy left, I really looked the boxes over and there were a few dents in them. THEN I read the signs on the boxes that said to look at the boxes BEFORE the delivery guy left and if there was damage, make him open them on the spot to inspect the equipment! </div><div><br /></div><div>RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGGGGHHHHHHTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Each box was about 400 pounds and we were supposed to take the top one off so we could inspect the contents of the bottom box that had damage. That was never gonna happen!! Especially with the help of the dude with the limp and big gut! </div><div><br /></div><div>I took pictures and sent them to the company I bought them from. Everything turned out o.k. No damage at all. </div><div><br /></div><div>Putting up my equipment was better than Christmas! It was the best Mother's Day I've ever had!</div><div><br /></div><div>The gym is getting pretty crowded now what with the new additions, but I'm not complaining. It's been super fun practicing and I'll be getting into shape before you know it! I'm thinking of cutting down by one day at work so I can have more time to play! Maybe after I visit Aub and Nate and the kids in July! </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> </div></div></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-79037113144594989562009-04-09T07:24:00.000-07:002009-05-12T06:02:36.080-07:00Oscars<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4UYi8-fjvDRXAT68LHvwYmfbm4yIFkCw9LFaJTunqAL2hP-S8L72ubXVacnIrAXKbxObZ7DtaaThBs34Z46GvHLJv_FOW2ZquNnJhQvI_c_QZh0Igqv1z7n94aNBVrlr5_DZQZU2ti0Ya/s200/thumb-Oscar1960.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724786295129538" />Maybe I've been expecting too much, seeing Hollywood as something of a God, but ever since I was a little girl I've been fascinated with celebrity, movies and the shining vision of being a star, dreaming I was on stage receiving one of those golden cameos of honor. I can remember sitting down with my parents to watch the Oscars and listening to the presenters dressed in their royal gala, the audience filled with all our favorite actors and actresses and only dreaming I could be amongst them. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 124px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVQmu1-UATZwiEI2T-21sCP1bHJh4hX_0BUIpSB9wDzaqR1b4TAGsm0EO-TfM450FL_PqTspTZSo2PeChFLk6chJqDJXzPf93LhwE5vW-4XO4OStJG7dFmeky2HjYAnzdffEsJ7OCOuNF7/s200/6a00d8341c630a53ef0111688ed7b4970c-800wi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334882733225373506" /><div><div><div><br /></div><div>I guess I never saw the Oscar for what it really is...... a "political" award. I always saw the winner as the "best of the best". Now as an adult, I can go back and actually look at the prior winners and say with conviction that the award doesn't always go to best movie, though there are very many fantastic films honored with the award, one of them being The Sound of Music. I love how this movie makes me feel. The story line, the music, the setting, the acting, all breathe such life and love into my soul. </div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHV6XiTJbdwIgyKOLJTPuuWyZfOO6YyXP4IwYtgfKx-s_-hUcEvgfqippoU2kQpmDdcg4W5dcZZKMGs_rUwRP9mDgODPcoTwbPM1coL4N5oB2n7l_iyjNECgWCR2_CCpKEX1KX577yXjrj/s200/Sound_Music.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334882731955822690" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div>I've been waiting for Slumdog Millionaire to come in the mail since putting it on our queue on Blockbuster after the Oscars. Now that I've seen it, I have to go back to what motivated me to love the Oscars in the first place. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuSJAZiKCAB-ZZMk9Oj2bk7SLGDEZi8oFgCFIPxNMP7I8-deuyon9Fr3iGXHOQd8jhvlrnCzeZWrNFWRS4HB368L7lOEipWv8_iZTz7EDcl6_ffSDOTU-_9LPNtN1_y9ts4rCNCEgS95sX/s200/slumdog-millionaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334894513926182082" />After viewing this film, I don't see how it can claim being "The feel-good film of the decade", especially when compared to The Sound of Music. I felt like I had been pushed in a sewer and left out to dry in a garbage dump!</div><div><br /></div><div>I asked my Pakistani patient if there was any truth to the down trodden portrayal of life in India and he said "yes". That there are some there whose home consists of a canopy attached to a building and that they live there all their life. He said that the garbage dump areas truly do exist. I was appalled.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>How can you compare riding bicycles in the countryside and singing Do Rae Me to children getting their legs cut off and their eyes burned out as being one and the same? I didn't "feel good" at all after viewing this film.</div><div><br /></div><div>Not to mention that it also won for best music. The song Jai Ho showed up at the end of the film with a bunch of Indian youth dancing to a souped up version of Persian Rap with Michael Jackson dance moves and was totally disconnected to the entire movie. Why didn't they keep to the Pakistani ways and use Persian choreography? The song at the end of Wall-e made me cry it has such a potent message in it. Why didn't IT win? I don't get it. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nah! The U.S. being at war with a Persian country and a film based on Persian lifestyle winning the Oscar isn't a political thing...... wouldn't you agree? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>-------------------------------</div><div><br /></div><div>The past three years have really changed my feelings about the Oscar and has left me disappointed and sad to say the least. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSXnFidDX4VjXx82G4O0OOGFNNWty7CSnIVFK2iqt5s0Nd9iq_k7Ltyoh7el_cZm-KIzlsLs5nU2kVGlyp5AXjJntkfgeLdhyfgVcCuhJNXHdRoXxnuWl49TfI0ywCOpbUhtujwXYdp1Y9/s200/THC_OscarsINNER_03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724786059475762" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6rOjkvtOr5hlBXoYAsGyt5axe5c0eHPdtycvtxXrMj104HjDlKNgFqhHXduRNZHcFGag23ajJKKI4LqFusXBIWkTLAzw2BVA19UH_7LZGvU6U2sq_8RV0rnEQaO9Hq1GV7xMoz7jk_B7k/s200/oscars-2009-picture-0021.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334910980992956674" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Movies have and will continue to be a constant in our families diet. I love to watch the Oscars like some people love the Super Bowl. In fact, every year I threaten to hold an Oscar party with the works, you know, champagne, hor d'oerves and ball gowns, but it never happens. I do, however, keep close tabs on upcoming movies and plunk myself down, rivoted to the t.v. on Oscar night.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>The problem I've found, is that no matter how many movies I've seen in the year, the ones nominated, for the most part, are movies I haven't even heard of, let alone seen, and most likely are still in theaters, which makes it even more difficult to view them all before Oscar rolls around.</div><div><br /></div><div>So more than likely we end up seeing the winners of last years Oscars over the span of the next year and this is exactly what we are still doing. We're still catching up on 2008 movies, which were the 2007 picks, so I'm seriously two years behind.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5wer9oD_nLbma9-jv0GYHCkbxWD2Z6upFctZkzWWgnWqNri27AyJLmWC5b1gP6kO1PrZdC0-3b8xqtTgprmncNj1NqavTwrxL-vc1qg4PEKk1m7xRiDhQvTwjBeELSw542QydJziFa7w/s200/_44370327_shelleywinters_ap203300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322724295873176466" /></div><div><br /></div><div>This year I printed up the Oscar ballots for everyone and we all picked which movie, song, actor we wanted to win and which ones actually won. It was fun but got a little heated because poor Claralynne was bored to death in a darkened room where she couldn't be two years old and run around getting into things while we were all glued to the t.v. </div><div><br /></div><div>After finally getting to best actor/actress and best picture, it appeared that the DVR had stopped taping so when all we really needed to do was move into the next taped area on the DVR, we accidently fast forwarded and the in rewinding revealed all the winners in fast motion replay.........shoot! Oh well, no worries! Sean Penn looked great in fast-mo!</div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've since viewed Milk and Vicky Christina Barcelona, only one of which was good film and it didn't have a sexy actress in it! If I had known Vicky Christina was a Woody Allen film I wouldn't have wasted my time. I can't stand him..... speaking of Hollywood Politics. I haven't the foggiest why everyone thinks he us such an icon! I really don't like his films, nor his lifestyle at all!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I have no clue why Penelope Cruz won for best supporting actress. So what if she can get angry and stay pretty, that doesn't prove she can act! Sean Penn, however, did a phenomenal job in Milk, and I will buy that film. I haven't seen Benjamin Button yet but it is in my Blockbuster queue right now and I'm waiting for it to come in the mail!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div>I like it when I finish viewing a movie and want to watch it again or maybe want to buy it so I can see it again some time in the future. I'm not a snob about blood and guts, one of my favorite movies is Pulp Fiction, and I can remember seeing the end and couldn't believe I actually loved it, especially because it has many elements in it that made me hate the other movies. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I guess what it boils down to is that all the Hollywood glamour just doesn't cut it for me now that I can see through it and have my own best movie opinions. Oscar may be losing it's luster for me, but this hasn't damaged my love of movies. </div><div><br /></div><div>Maybe I'll hold my own Oscars and pick from the films my family and cohorts actually <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">saw </span>in the year, not the ones the film community chose for us. Just because I feel let down by the prior Oscar winners, doesn't mean you won't find me at Blockbuster or in the theater getting my fill of movie adventure.</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-74077770588475145472009-03-28T00:46:00.000-07:002009-03-28T01:43:29.886-07:00Getting Older<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think about aging EVERY SINGLE DAY! <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I look in the mirror and wonder where my youthful face went. </div><div> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfvPjwmhYfaxeTifDcuL2vLGF_V8vWhXihWOTcUqhb7XJhEngNRNIMYQ0-mdQDWG5p5YtCoa7AwcjJkSI12ZuN3DvJgYeevhm3I0_ZAckKxB57X5-GTL7fDunNpRrkiuPKf3bL_A_vux1/s200/seniors_getty_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318149638445783474" /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The secret about staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age</div><div style="text-align: center;">~ Lucille Ball ~. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nature gives you the face you have at twenty; it's up to you to merit the face you have at fifty. ~Coco Chanel~</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Old Age: First you forget names, then you forget faces, then you forget to pull your zipper up, then you forget to pull your zipper down. </div><div style="text-align: center;">~Leo Rosenberg~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon"</div><div style="text-align: center;">Said the old man, "I do that too."</div><div style="text-align: center;">The little boy whispered. "I wet my pants."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I do that too," laughed the old man."</div><div style="text-align: center;">Said the little boy, "I often cry."</div><div style="text-align: center;">The old man nodded, "So do I."</div><div style="text-align: center;">"But worse of all," said the boy, "it seems</div><div style="text-align: center;">Grownups don't pay attention to me."</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.</div><div style="text-align: center;">"I know what you mean," said the old man.</div><div style="text-align: center;">~Shel Silverstein~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I don't feel really really really old, but I remember when my eyes were opened to aging. It didn't happen when I looked into my grandmothers eyes, or felt the soft loose skin on the underside of her arm. It wasn't when I noticed my mother had gone gray, or when my dad's front tooth broke off. And is wasn't when I no longer got the full attention of my grandfather pinning me down for a whisker burn, not because I couldn't take it, but that he couldn't get back up off the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>It was in nursing school. My eyes were opened to what happens to us when we lose bladder control, and when our minds don't function like we want them to when memory seems to close in on us or almost disappear altogether. </div><div><br /></div><div>I remember being really resentful of having my ignorance taken. I didn't want to know what was coming. I liked being in the dark about that part of the future. But once your eyes are open, they don't close again. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-14965951473301295132009-03-26T21:06:00.000-07:002009-03-26T21:59:46.271-07:00Snow DayWe were told from several sources at work on Wednesday to expect 8-18 inches of snow that may start either Thursday morning or Thursday evening. So I came home, covered up the pile of wood on the west side of the house with a tarp, and hauled a load in the wheel barrel up to the front door. Today I went to Pilates to observe a teaching session and it was lightly snowing. I went to a couple stores and when I came out my car was totally COVERED. After traveling on the highway for a few minutes, it was apparent that we were in white out conditions and it was a total blizzard.<div><br /></div><div>I passed four accidents in a row, the cars involved were totaled, truckers jack-knifed in the middle of the highway and not just one but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">three</span>, an ambulance was unable to get through, giant plows were unable to get through. It was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">UGLY </span>and I was scared!! What would normally have taken me about 1/2 hour to get home, took <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">2 hours. </span><br /><div><br /></div><div>I called work around 6:30 this evening and asked if the nurses were being required to stay over night and I was right, they weren't going anywhere! I had to do that a year or so ago! The news called it a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">state of emergency" . </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><div>My car got stuck half way up the hill on the driveway so I was blocking the road. Whit and I had to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">pull my car up the road</span> with his X-Terra! His car smelled like something was burned when we were done. Damn! What a P.I.T.A! Nate is in Utah, Earl is in Utah. Us kids were left alone to take care of ourselves during a blizzard! I hate feeling like a kid during emergency conditions like this. We're bringing in wood and starting fires ourselves! How many people do you know have to use the wood-burning stove for heat and live in the wilderness, (almost)? Well, we aren't really kids, but I feel like I am when these conditions arise.</div><div><br /></div><div>Work was called off for tomorrow, hallelujah! I can catch up on sleep and house cleaning.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm only a step or two away from ordering my reformer. I'm so psyched about it! I got the swatches to choose the color I want on it yesterday. This is probably the hardest part about all the choices to be made. After talking to one of the instructors today, I think I may order the cadillac too. That's a whopping investment, but I'm looking forward to it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-17087023086803087622009-03-22T22:02:00.001-07:002009-03-22T22:40:35.309-07:00Safe Haven Where is your safe haven? The place you turn to for serenity, peace, calmness, freedom, understanding and love? Is it your church, religion, god, the swimming pool, the backyard tulip garden, or your oil paints? What brings you back to a time, like when you were little and the cares of this earth didn't seem to exist and safety of soul was a normal existance? Did you ever feel safe as a child? Under the wings of parents who loved you and did everything in their power to provide you with all the necessities of life? <div><br /></div><div>Why such deep thoughts? Well, because I'm a pretty serious person. I wish for lightheartedness every day. I wish not to be so deep. I didn't used to be so deep and serious. I used to be lighthearted but so many of the obstacles in my life seem to stand in the way of it now.</div><div><br /></div><div>I recently joined Facebook, and at first thought I had discovered a gold mine. My husband joined before me and had mutual friends from high school added to his book that I hadn't seen in decades. I wanted to have the same thing. Even some of my own family members were on his friends list. These were family that I would love to touch bases with and I had no idea they were all gathering around in this new tool called Facebook. </div><div><br /></div><div>What's up with that? I have a Myspace account, and NOBODY contacts me from THAT! </div><div><br /></div><div>So I joined!</div><div><br /></div><div>Next thing I know, some certain family members asked to be my friend on Facebook and hesitation set in. </div><div><br /></div><div>Some of these people are <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">"related to"</span> other people who have hurt my family very deeply and I wasn't sure just how to respond. I didn't want to hurt their feelings by declining their friendship, after all, it was their <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">family member,</span></span> not them, who hurt me (and my family).</div><div>But they're all related (as am I to them). So suddenly Facebook became not so fun anymore.</div><div><br /></div><div>I know this sounds confusing, but I feel I have to protect people all the time. Identity, confidentiality etc. </div><div><br /></div><div>So I added some of the family on it and now I'm back to old feelings that I've pushed under the water for years. I know this is awfully vague, but children were involved. My nieces and nephew were awarded custody of the state, and some of my family members ended up adopting them and then turned around and declined our involvement in their lives. I wish, every time I think of it, that the kids had been adopted by outside sources rather than by my own family, because then, there wouldn't have been the discord and dissension I suffer from now. Each person in the family seems a bit unsure whose side to take and it has caused a rift and a division in my family. </div><div><br /></div><div>I used to want to plan a reunion in the canyon for an overnight camp where volley ball, hiking, baseball and roasting marshmallows by the fire while my hubby plays guitar was a dream. I had all kinds of games in mind to play. I really had it planned out right down to the camp site, making the reservations and all. But then this happened and the desire has gone up in smoke. Which really bothers me because I am so totally family oriented.</div><div><br /></div><div>I wonder about what God would have me feel. I can't deny my pain. I don't want to forgive, because my feelings and the feelings of my immediate family have not been considered as important. And I know my shunning them does little to effect them.</div><div><br /></div><div>Well, I don't know it, but can't see how it has effected them much.</div><div><br /></div><div>I can't help wonder how the children feel. They adopted them and have not included my immediate family as part of the kids true biology. It's hard to explain, but, it's as if we don't exist, and they don't want the kids to know anything about their true beginnings or where they came from, even though we are all related. </div><div><br /></div><div>I get so infuriated, I can't even sleep or think of anything else when the subject comes up. I just want to ring someones neck and throw a tantrum. So I avoid the subject completely. </div><div><br /></div><div>Which brings me back to the beginning of the blog. Where do you find your peace? </div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-85265828659733025202009-03-21T21:09:00.000-07:002009-03-21T21:24:47.352-07:00Daily DrudgeBought a pair of reading glasses for $20.00 yesterday at Walley World. Was excited to wear them. When I got home from shopping they were no where in my purse. I took everything out of the purse looking for them. I <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">know</span> I placed them in my purse at the store. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"> I know it, I know it,</span> I can remember tearing the tag off so they'd fit in the cute little soft cover they came with and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I know</span> I stuck them in my purse! <div><br /></div><div>Freaked out........my kids are used to me not being able to find things <div><br /></div><div> like my glasses </div><div><br /></div><div>and made fun of me telling me <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I would find them.</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>It's easy to blow off the bananas or bell peppers that got left at the store. A couple bucks, that's all the loss. But I couldn't blow off a $20.00 dollar pair of readers. Why? Because I used to buy tons of them at the dollar store in Utah. I never paid over a dollar for a pair of cute reading glasses so $20.00 was too much. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Found them</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">!</span> </div><div><br /></div><div>Between the passenger door and the seat! Dumb!</div><div><br /></div><div>**********(((((((())))))))***********((((((((())))))))))***********(((((((()))))))))************</div><div><br /></div><div>Worked today. We have a new way to self schedule online. I wasn't notified about it. Hmmmm. Feelin' a bit slighted from the 3rd floor. It's alright.....my boss apologized when she explained it to me over the phone. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Kids are going snowboarding tomorrow. I work and no one will be home with Pika! Not sure what to do. </div><div><br /></div><div>I miss Nate but hope he is able to enjoy his family no matter if it was a funeral that took him to them. </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-3544822027555314582009-03-19T08:55:00.000-07:002009-03-19T23:08:51.009-07:00Buckles and Dreams<div><br /></div><div>I woke up from a really awful dream last night that Heather had died in my arms. I ran up to her room and hugged her and cried and cried. It made me sick. After talking to her for over an hour I returned to my bed and asked my husband if I was crying in my sleep as I've done that before and he said I hadn't. I don't think I've been as involved in my children's lives as they've gotten older thinking they don't need me as much. But, I think it may be that they need me more now than ever as it doesn't just involve scraped knees and boyfriend problems. It's more in line with real adult issues and circumstances, of which, I don't myself feel all that confident so I've kind of walked away from assisting in some of those areas. </div><div><br /></div><div>Truly, some of them frighten me and I avoid things that scare me. Like doing all the online financial prep work to get Heather and Whit into college. Nate did all that for me when I was in school and he just hasn't put out much effort to get that done for the kids. I'm so into myself and my own accomplishments right now that I just don't get involved much with their needs. I think I'm beginning to see how life is wearing my kids down trying to do adult things themselves that they have no clue how to do. </div><div><br /></div><div>I have been so career oriented of late that my old self has been put up on a shelf and .............lately I've been missing me.............. and thoughts and feelings of peace have came to me without my asking for them. Memories as simple as the taste of a peach grown next door in my mother in laws yard in Bluffdale. Or my learning to cut wood for tole painting projects on my dad's band saw. I used to tole paint, cook meals that were good for us, clean my house, do the laundry, comb my kids hair. As simple as these things are, they bring me peace. </div><div><br /></div><div>I haven't felt like "the mom" in a long time. Being a mother was really all I ever wanted to do as a child and that goes to show that my mother was a great role model for me. My focus has changed from that of my husband and children and providing a peaceful home, to work, nursing and making money. I miss my peaceful focus. That's not to say that nursing isn't a good field, it's just that my thought process has been that of "career" instead of "nursing". I can take all my mommy stuff to work and continue to be a mom AND a nurse and I think I really need to think of it like that.</div><div><br /></div><div>I was asked at work yesterday if I wanted to cut down on some of my hours, largely because they are always trying to avoid sending me into overtime beings that I work for two departments. After thinking about it, and talking it over with Nate, it sounds like a good idea. I just worry about not having as much on my paycheck. It would cut me down by about 8 hours in two weeks and free me up by a day a week. </div><div><br /></div><div>Allowing myself to think back on when I was actually "the mom" of the house brings me back to a feeling of peace that I haven't had for a very very long time. You see, over the past several years mine and Nate's roles have been reversed. Nate has been doing all the "mom" things for a long time........laundry, dishes, cleaning etc. and I've really had a tough time allowing him to take over the areas I was so proud to do myself. I've been afraid of him taking over my role entirely. I've also taken on some of his roles as well being the main money maker of the house, which I've held some resentment over for a long time. But, I had a thought this morning that gave me a sense of self and it was that no matter how many of the jobs of mine he takes over, he will never be "THE MOM". And no matter how many of the roles of his I take, I will never be "THE DAD"! We used to talk about role reversal a lot years back, but it seems we've just fallen into "doing" and just going forward with the day to day stuff and not talking about it much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Nate is traveling back to Utah today for his uncle Roy's funeral. Earl and Veloy have been back in Utah for the past couple of weeks believing this trip would be the last they would make on Roy's behalf, and they were right. </div><div><br /></div><div>On a weird note, I found a belt on the floor in my dressing room that was my moms. I don't know how it got there or how I got it but it has her name "Dar Dar" on the buckle. It makes me wonder if it was my own mom who sent me that dream. It took something out of me because I've been in my pajamas ALL DAY LONG, and the only time I do that is if I'm sick, tired to the point of exhaustion or depressed! I think it's a little of the latter two. </div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-71862952967346731232009-03-14T03:22:00.000-07:002009-03-14T05:49:39.518-07:00Hard Partings<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNK7njqeEdK3eA6kH0_DKpvRBFXQkvr4BvUWWRyb2mQURbFNe3VvnXuSOhG4rnia9fAHBjUPol0ixIb1cae1_pToffYQ_PlEcraC3JsCSfyE6OFiOGcivC3EuffWJ0DRSJY6ZkcscpGPn/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSNK7njqeEdK3eA6kH0_DKpvRBFXQkvr4BvUWWRyb2mQURbFNe3VvnXuSOhG4rnia9fAHBjUPol0ixIb1cae1_pToffYQ_PlEcraC3JsCSfyE6OFiOGcivC3EuffWJ0DRSJY6ZkcscpGPn/s200/IMG_2723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313021805584907314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZVC3xvLhaZLOBdIRODGHVll2T3yXGOTbxYxS2782CppFBWcjzjtLQ-WyQ7WV4w2JyG7L3G1S_d-Sbf4YxodSk2PZo_tILfyzY8z9_msvOAw46edW_VJZ1GVi-5kkLAzZwxIqHWwxGnh0/s1600-h/IMG_2877.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsPy6DHFWu1ndN8D2E9AFRbIkDyhyphenhyphenHto74w9Xs9TxIywGpMPOe-KTCA7VfDSUkKctsH0_19n1rJ4ouR4gSqawwwTNQ9c8Sw-0ijTfX667G_vS6yxkrIdoApYjdao5peUWB3HnP7Z23JVPo/s200/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020235283449874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Love the "Nathan's" family chair</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YIvG-QDVwWSV9NR9ZMgMZAvbFsFNKhfYhT1fc_l6JOZO2plKPm2ieomW9KO_cWytK7UaAx9KeR4rlRG-hN57yt40XhyphenhyphendYjbtyuwSwd_gMer-Oc2twev6gqiOFYAabTk2CtfME2I84yha/s1600-h/IMG_3087.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-YIvG-QDVwWSV9NR9ZMgMZAvbFsFNKhfYhT1fc_l6JOZO2plKPm2ieomW9KO_cWytK7UaAx9KeR4rlRG-hN57yt40XhyphenhyphendYjbtyuwSwd_gMer-Oc2twev6gqiOFYAabTk2CtfME2I84yha/s200/IMG_3087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020227172153042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Clara didn't get her way</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtoLYyjvHs7zJmTa_C5xr5hold5GeKpFAyyeQuSdqAnIquC5xWQfrrFnXE0COFGIyeZa07Rt_aeBkiHUReFCMbRL9RYjF9JSAiA3DxLg-WzRnSkoDgfRIMr0FKUF3jB72vArMw12WqXCjV/s1600-h/IMG_3062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtoLYyjvHs7zJmTa_C5xr5hold5GeKpFAyyeQuSdqAnIquC5xWQfrrFnXE0COFGIyeZa07Rt_aeBkiHUReFCMbRL9RYjF9JSAiA3DxLg-WzRnSkoDgfRIMr0FKUF3jB72vArMw12WqXCjV/s200/IMG_3062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313020228397008626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Meme and chubby James</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsScKyNS-NYfXtHFu_W3yQ_cozSyct8ly4FRjbBcNnobpMap_wpHkzo392rimCVa_AYex6zQC_KQd_MnZq7HShs1A8aqVtfbESr8mboPtOh62Qu1JtbSlsqm1yH6aj7XNvMmMmNM7J3Ga/s1600-h/IMG_2793.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsScKyNS-NYfXtHFu_W3yQ_cozSyct8ly4FRjbBcNnobpMap_wpHkzo392rimCVa_AYex6zQC_KQd_MnZq7HShs1A8aqVtfbESr8mboPtOh62Qu1JtbSlsqm1yH6aj7XNvMmMmNM7J3Ga/s200/IMG_2793.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313018590998038914" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aub and her bebe's</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiCbhOepIZHoh07zrC0doYZRMfw3rDps5_H-whBQ3IsXLEoBIpX8KoVCr1IIoZ22Pwfs2V_SQ5bNMjlhXt4kXYP66PRzRikJMX5JGONXdzVik7GyV-qS65Yq75UurbB6EkhHtrxB7g9FA/s1600-h/IMG_2654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpiCbhOepIZHoh07zrC0doYZRMfw3rDps5_H-whBQ3IsXLEoBIpX8KoVCr1IIoZ22Pwfs2V_SQ5bNMjlhXt4kXYP66PRzRikJMX5JGONXdzVik7GyV-qS65Yq75UurbB6EkhHtrxB7g9FA/s200/IMG_2654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313018584370885762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nate and James in the airport </div><div style="text-align: center;">First greetings since we saw them last in July '08</div><div style="text-align: center;"> (Arrival date in Colorado Feb 26 '09 )</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30yiqRzWami2yv6EzXLdRT85xyqt9Z4krl63dapyYItrQ1QyUukQ5zdJpSKEefQ1y-hKYI8uBklyQl6wvsr_joykozpKrrRZAXAiTi62J8oC0Q5FmfiM77uuSXZ_MnSrXxYS2UD4YdSp2/s1600-h/IMG_3003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg30yiqRzWami2yv6EzXLdRT85xyqt9Z4krl63dapyYItrQ1QyUukQ5zdJpSKEefQ1y-hKYI8uBklyQl6wvsr_joykozpKrrRZAXAiTi62J8oC0Q5FmfiM77uuSXZ_MnSrXxYS2UD4YdSp2/s200/IMG_3003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313018582297383138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Clara was frightened of Whit at first and wouldn't go to him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">He was very happy when she gave in and fell in love with him.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsHIn5ewNcRmmOVuVeFsSd5JEhro4rM5VSVXiYiOE6_Cwa7JTfIF7jKEw5MmOqaJ1EDbIqpY5mUkCNpJvfVP6uiINYY3Sg_NKLDNagK3R0_PQO0a-GdixPY637BlzX425KDE1ursfLPyM/s1600-h/IMG_3211.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxsHIn5ewNcRmmOVuVeFsSd5JEhro4rM5VSVXiYiOE6_Cwa7JTfIF7jKEw5MmOqaJ1EDbIqpY5mUkCNpJvfVP6uiINYY3Sg_NKLDNagK3R0_PQO0a-GdixPY637BlzX425KDE1ursfLPyM/s200/IMG_3211.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313015297161229218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQKK4YdugFs4aq47a4aH9fRskjTnKNhR9Mph1R4mdHtP6yGwKuDtKrKhPGQlC6JU7DyLPhcHIIBbopqQYMTQudjgzIkX0SifWQ72HhC3Vkg7ZapI845X-DAzqHLerI00IFs5zEvJJhuykr/s1600-h/IMG_3241.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixDOWG_Jg7H8VNF-ThYr8FZsd-0HJI46EBry1xi2P9Rfveiitr0AChF0sjCPOrqgbCKx0SaS1yveErQw3vR3l2UfudKyZ2y7CuXJo4b3FkTxtr3P_7ZMFqjfiUzgKAFnD4MFtSt-RJLx0n/s200/IMG_3677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312994628007322338" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever loved someone so much that their physical absence causes physical pain?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I wish I could quote that line from the movie <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">What Lies Beneath </span>with perfection. Or the one I just heard in the movie <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Death at a Funeral </span>where, at his father's funeral, the brother makes a comment about how loving people causes so much emotional baggage that he'd just rather not get into personal relationships. I know what both of those statements feel like. But I'm not a stone and have just enough close relationships to feel the ever foreboding pain caused by their absence. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's 4:00 in the morning and I've been awake since 3:00, because my little darlings are going home today, a day I have dreaded with all the fibers of my being since they first got here. See, there's where not having close relationships would come in handy because then I wouldn't feel like my heart is being wrenched in a vice and thrown out a window. That's an awful analogy but I can't seem to stop the flow of tears and I feel totally selfish for it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It's not that my family here in Colorado aren't enough for me, it's that I don't like partings, and I don't like being separated from my loved ones, especially when I'm not exactly sure when I'll be able to hold my grand babies again, or hug my daughter. It's almost unbearable.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I'm almost to the point of being inconsolable, and I don't like it. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I've had so much fun kissing and tickling and doing acrobatics with my grand babies. I wish I had kept a journal of our days with them now. We've done a lot of shopping, Aub, me and the babies, but it got difficult with the time span in the car. Aub and Heather went somewhere together and Clara threw up in the car so from that point we took along a bowl and second set of clothes, which came in handy when Aub and I were going on our shopping spree and just as we came around a corner, Clara threw up not once, or twice, but three times in a row. James quickly followed suite and we were dumbfounded about why he would too. The only conclusion we came to was <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">sympathetic barfing</span>. That put a damper on things but we still went and bought a coat and shoes for Aub. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We went to a couple of play areas with the kids, which Aubrey lined up, and I'm so glad she did because I got some good pictures (and some not so good ones......still learning about photography). We all had a blast. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Aubrey has tickled our taste buds with some very yummy dinners. My favorite was the salmon Aub, but the coconut chicken breasts, seasoned whole chicken and french dip were also amongst my favorites. Your hubby is truly spoiled! She is an excellent cook and I'm so proud of her and how she is raising her little ones. She is really a very fun loving, sweet and generous mommy and I can't stop crying again. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We've had some pretty devastating events go on just recently and Aubrey has been a comfort and a boon to our family during these times and I'm grateful she was here for it although it would probably not have been something she would have chosen and I for one could have done without the drama. None-the-less, our family seems to be founded in drama and screaming, of which we were not without. What would we be like without the drama and yelling? Boring! Perhaps. Calm? That'd be a nice change, but I'm afraid I have an anxious side of me that may never subside.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Sometimes I wonder what kind of old person I'll make. I take care of a lot of cranky, mean and bull headed ones. I also take care of the sweet old man and lady types too. Somehow I don't feel I'll fit into the "sweet old lady" category.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Anyway. It's taken three hours to do this blog. Downloading pictures to my computer takes forever.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Just wanted to say.................THANK YOU AUBREY! I loved having you and your kids here.</div><div style="text-align: left;">THANK YOU NATHAN HATCH for sharing. I'm sorry you were alone so long but I really needed this.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Now on with the packing and 1.5 hr trip to the airport where I will be bawling on the inside the whole time there. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"> <br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-69835068092764538552009-03-09T06:30:00.000-07:002009-03-09T07:17:10.743-07:00On With TrainingFor the past four days I have been involved in my much anticipated Pilates teacher certification classes and I just had to drop a line to say how utterly excited <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">and</span></span> overwhelmed I am. There is so much I have to study, practice, and learn before returning April 30 for another four days of intense education. Don't get me wrong..........I'm not complaining.........I've been looking forward to this day for more than <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">eleven</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> years</span></span>. I don't recall just exactly how I came into learning about Pilates, but I've been wanting to get certified for what seems like an eternity.<div><br /></div><div>In the 1990's, I think I stumbled onto something online about it and ate up every little morsel of information I could get my hands on from going on sites that sell the equipment to learning about Joseph Pilates and about his lifes work in fitness and exercise rehabilitation. </div><div><br /></div><div>I've wanted to meet Romana, one of the "elders" of the work of Pilates who actually studied under Joseph when he was alive. She is still alive today in New York. My dream was to be trained from her or someone else who got their education from "Joe" himself, and Romana would have been my choice, but as I am not going to New York any time soon I had to start my education here in Colorado. The owner of the studio that I am taking my lessons from was actually trained by Romana, so I am very close to that hopeful goal as I will be taking lessons from her too soon.</div><div><br /></div><div>I would be considered a 4th generation student as my instructor, Kristi Cooper, was trained by Rael, who was trained by one of the "elders" that was trained by Joseph Pilates himself. I can't remember the way to spell Rael's last name, and don't remember who he was directly trained by but I'll fill in those blanks later. The heart of this blog is that I am so very happy to be where I am now, to have started this wonderful journey and can't wait to continue on with my work.</div><div><br /></div><div>I am currently deciding between Balanced Body and Peak Pilates equipment. I need to purchase my reformer ASAP so that I can practice as much as possible at home. Lessons can add up in cost, and I thought that I had invested enough with just the classes for certification, but I was wrong. I will be spending much more before I'm through. But it will all be worth it. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'm looking forward to the post that I will write that will contain a picture of myself on my brand new reformer. That will be an emotional day for me because I've looked forward to owning my own studio since what seems like forever, and the day I purchase my first piece of equipment will be the day I actually started my own Pilates business. </div><div><br /></div><div>I was a gymnast, dancer and cheerleader in high school and have suffered from pain, arthritis and dysfunction from old injuries acquired therein. Gymnastics was a very big part of my life in school and the gym was my second home. Since leaving high school, I have been looking for that second home and found it when I became a fitness and aerobics instructor in my new job at Spa La Fem in West Jordan Utah. From there I had to quit my job when I got married and moved to Logan Utah where I majored in Modern Dance at Utah State University. I became pregnant with my first baby and both Nate and I lost our jobs working for Pepperidge Farms so we had to move back to Salt Lake. I became a full time mom and had too more children but decided I needed something more. Nate convinced me I should get a degree in nursing instead of computers so I became an RN, and still didn't feel like I was in the right place as my gym home had not been found. I decided to complete my degree in Exercise Sport Science at the University of Utah in exercise physiology with the idea that I would get my Pilates certification afterwords. I have been looking to Pilates for assistance in healing and recovering those old high school injuries and after beginning my Pilates classes I believe I will be able to work through all my old injuries. I can also say I've found my new niche, my peaceful place, my place of sanity, serenity and joy.......................I found my new gym home.</div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-87891250770860582722009-02-27T21:52:00.000-08:002009-02-27T22:14:28.321-08:00Feeling SubservientI really love my new job, and I like one of the girls I work with. Her name is Emily. But the other one is one of those type A nurses who complains about dust! You know the kind of person who has to have everything around them almost perfect and wants "YOU" to be just like them. And that little person inside me just wants to throw clothes on the floor out of spite. <div><br /></div><div>Not literally but I really don't want to do anything she says just to show her who's boss. I have more qualifications than she does in this job, but Emily practically worships her. And so I feel like a third leg when I'm working with the two of them because they talk to each other and I'm not truly included.</div><div><br /></div><div>We interviewed a girl for a PRN part time position today. I was told several days before this interview that there were a certain sub-set of questions that the director wanted asked, yet I wasn't included in what the questions were, and as I sat there (I was informed that I was to be a part of this interview process even though I obviously wasn't truly a "part of it"), both of my co-workers kept asking all kinds of questions of this girl, basically leaving me out. Oh yeah, they looked at me at the end of the interview and asked me if I had anything to add! I said......"Nope, looks like you two covered it". </div><div><br /></div><div>I don't feel I should bring up my feelings to them because it won't help the situation, but I can't help feel a bit put off because there are only the three of us running the joint and I can't help it if I feel like I'm Cinderella.</div><div><br /></div><div>That's kind of what Connie treats me like................Connie is the one I don't really like too much. </div><div><br /></div><div>Emily's only 25 or 26 years old, and is running our rehab and she too has less qualifications than I do. It's hard on my ego. I just keep holding my tongue.</div><div><br /></div><div>My honey gets to hear the run down of my feelings all the time and he advises me to sit quietly and add only when I have something to add, and in the meantime, just be subservient. I have a really hard time with that, but I feel he's right.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't like it that I'm nearing 50 years old and I'm feeling subservient to a 20 year old and I'm a 14 year Registered Nurse and have a bachelors degree in Exercise Science. How do you get the respect that should come with your hard work from all the time and energy that goes into your job and diploma? I don't know. </div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-78650116503219362162009-02-26T14:29:00.000-08:002009-02-26T20:56:46.729-08:00===Sushi Retreat===<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMnw4yIm5BmuWt8lUHTxK3w9wJFeApAl4hgjpIl3N5IL6MfLGPSOcbRXZmAKbAiUYIonyjxa2NvAc6OoF_RIFGxm56XpV08sY_AS6X7Zu7o3Z_N3rW7Xt9xStNif4l0a9F40QidXkZMbE/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMnw4yIm5BmuWt8lUHTxK3w9wJFeApAl4hgjpIl3N5IL6MfLGPSOcbRXZmAKbAiUYIonyjxa2NvAc6OoF_RIFGxm56XpV08sY_AS6X7Zu7o3Z_N3rW7Xt9xStNif4l0a9F40QidXkZMbE/s200/IMG_2830.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307330535554783138" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyMnw4yIm5BmuWt8lUHTxK3w9wJFeApAl4hgjpIl3N5IL6MfLGPSOcbRXZmAKbAiUYIonyjxa2NvAc6OoF_RIFGxm56XpV08sY_AS6X7Zu7o3Z_N3rW7Xt9xStNif4l0a9F40QidXkZMbE/s1600-h/IMG_2830.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">Parker, Heather and Whit with Techan (sushi chef) in the background. </span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Parker and Heather introduced us to AI Sushi in </div><div style="text-align: center;">Colorado Springs. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCYfS6dgx82rcu_5vdGMGNO1h8wuRAeYWkBbK2XQFP7nZ4wKfvNmXaoNCuL_xGeF5RMi9RWzMfT_qkodtXHy5fUWz_jJqMQpO9XIJ54hjpItEtPWCsPj5klqDiMlsU5EP2FSM173Xdmbj/s1600-h/IMG_2832.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJCYfS6dgx82rcu_5vdGMGNO1h8wuRAeYWkBbK2XQFP7nZ4wKfvNmXaoNCuL_xGeF5RMi9RWzMfT_qkodtXHy5fUWz_jJqMQpO9XIJ54hjpItEtPWCsPj5klqDiMlsU5EP2FSM173Xdmbj/s200/IMG_2832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307240571543175634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Techan is the main sushi chef at AI in </div><div style="text-align: center;">Colorado Springs.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He gives us all kinds of new tastes of sushi and occasional free </div><div style="text-align: center;">whiskey shots to those who will drink with him!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6N3igZdUE_L3cmCg5LtQ_U2YTpvgV6lyQG_ZcISkSJzTe04rMTv4iHxHUhWVoN93Om2qZd3pqy4KtSSWRsBgv9T_C2rIuH1ST1N41BjsoKv6fS0OAJX2XgabsZU91qTqxJ-T8_rKgEdGS/s200/IMG_2835.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307333067005651458" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Nate</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQrx8L6ddCjkcqg1GYu7CURSfMwaN5_7x9v6SqntAOCy9j_TgBen8F-9pR1PmrVAnLOYqRMzCCyDuqksL4zLNsxCBg2CzrGiZAHVmswV74uINJNEagoBkLvprJHnPTSC-y7mmdx2wSLET/s1600-h/IMG_2843.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRQrx8L6ddCjkcqg1GYu7CURSfMwaN5_7x9v6SqntAOCy9j_TgBen8F-9pR1PmrVAnLOYqRMzCCyDuqksL4zLNsxCBg2CzrGiZAHVmswV74uINJNEagoBkLvprJHnPTSC-y7mmdx2wSLET/s200/IMG_2843.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239542873929170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Heather and Parker</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjoj42hCsALkB1JCcpLmzT-HUiZBoCqVsnFVBTaNxn5FrycVZADgsg-uhS7DDwM7255DlJr6nTeg68cQEHPYZ_vgk5kBSC5zJl2bX8VndsB-TSJ0Gu_MOyLxSVxoc0W76eyaxNc8XZY-W/s1600-h/IMG_2840.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDjoj42hCsALkB1JCcpLmzT-HUiZBoCqVsnFVBTaNxn5FrycVZADgsg-uhS7DDwM7255DlJr6nTeg68cQEHPYZ_vgk5kBSC5zJl2bX8VndsB-TSJ0Gu_MOyLxSVxoc0W76eyaxNc8XZY-W/s200/IMG_2840.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239535370786386" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Whit and Sarah</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8G8W_Qd6sms8w3vBcfImSoBVXt4ZHRfn79l-j4_xaRNi6035R_H4WTwiBFfqfggKkQXUCga0_1y2sBgMzl5jSUkoqmi93koqnS6HT9kdrZcPPfl7EtrM-Vl2HtpMNL319FP6lnKezItc/s200/IMG_2836.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237674136812914" /><div style="text-align: center;">Aub and her sushi! Yum!</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVWk1n3IDgBfIzsu9Hjrd7BzVY_yqBtHIRKSFuOrbpBDvgM6mCxkdfYbCad0ZsDrR_yumMc3FCHcpVORJnWuPllOWMjcAkRxOeA5VJk8Xo834FSe57CpCxAuc3jQs4GY2RPMmM3ddS6VpY/s200/IMG_2838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307239534008881922" /><div style="text-align: center;">Clara chugs a swig. </div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuV0CnjbsNjLYsupvCPk8pY4B1SKC_rqDjQ-yVkxvAYG30e5Rl9fHKQ_ti5UguYV6EsNHwM_7dXK26E_GFDo5aEoRmg1Ch579A4zHbbV9cFI3wjwuZUMb3KJKlDL4CcQX5N9sYqpg6a1q/s1600-h/IMG_2828.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLuV0CnjbsNjLYsupvCPk8pY4B1SKC_rqDjQ-yVkxvAYG30e5Rl9fHKQ_ti5UguYV6EsNHwM_7dXK26E_GFDo5aEoRmg1Ch579A4zHbbV9cFI3wjwuZUMb3KJKlDL4CcQX5N9sYqpg6a1q/s200/IMG_2828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307237674229310914" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">Little James and his everlasting smile.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to AI Sushi the day after Valentines and it was a good thing because according to the staff, it was packed on Valentines Day. </div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-82507484727341999072009-02-26T13:42:00.001-08:002009-02-26T14:23:20.077-08:00Brother and Sister<div><br /></div><div>I wish I could find the picture that more precisely shows the likeness of Aub and Whit. One day I was fishing through some photos and came across it and to my surprise I thought it was Whit, but in fact it was Aub. It was a close up and I was in shock to see the likeness of the two. So we decided to take some pics to show the resemblance (although the pics are a bit kooky and out of wack we enjoyed ourselves)</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmviwc0TgGD0LHijQizd6rwWEDE8QHIpL8yC9YEnW8kkju_EIJM_-4mmixBjEMAtKUhQxRtEKtQEe4y-_K5kPW310hQJurTeRixF3VcUtdrRmVGhr68SEOLU5gy4KzUOuQ0D0llr60mF3b/s200/IMG_3031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307233344124387362" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Their eyes are a lot alike! (It's somewhat eerie and uncanny how much</div><div style="text-align: center;">they both appear to resemble Marty Feldman in this pic!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWaEo8UDQOBjuVur4JKKNIUauLYzkIXhFAzeWuEDACy9B4-sQWGG2Cj_yly4IqNMDvaKOL8KLTnUhOf1V7meoVhejwCzWM1XsRtTiwEwwYq-WfjbBHCyj61P-K_zgIBM7ZyTP-cqhuH6wD/s200/Marty_Feldman_ameri_186080m.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307231565282113474" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">They both have a natural arch in their eyebrows, have the same chins! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Obviously brother and sister. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8iFqFj9iJJr98s4TGbZxOk7Rh3R77YJ68_6tPNAQchlCcU_hcCVFQEXlyY3U61zJKU4YdcAm9EhZQ6wmcXlWdXnppR1rWOxz4Euw171A2Ew_6ekLr6hursf6OFBVs5Gdb2EOyg0L1CZw/s1600-h/IMG_3025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8iFqFj9iJJr98s4TGbZxOk7Rh3R77YJ68_6tPNAQchlCcU_hcCVFQEXlyY3U61zJKU4YdcAm9EhZQ6wmcXlWdXnppR1rWOxz4Euw171A2Ew_6ekLr6hursf6OFBVs5Gdb2EOyg0L1CZw/s200/IMG_3025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227126247402002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCM6NWmF6QFMTyL92ScU1hJf634jEpzKhBLZ_nQCI1-Sy0rPaxjw8L0uYTC9XIa_e2I7qVbIlgXI2JaN430FCYZpLMvrYO5dyOEWiTurvkADIpQjEKGL7AGx97YZW_2WgyI5jLcZI93g7/s1600-h/IMG_3027.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivCM6NWmF6QFMTyL92ScU1hJf634jEpzKhBLZ_nQCI1-Sy0rPaxjw8L0uYTC9XIa_e2I7qVbIlgXI2JaN430FCYZpLMvrYO5dyOEWiTurvkADIpQjEKGL7AGx97YZW_2WgyI5jLcZI93g7/s200/IMG_3027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307227118634446498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Aub agrees, he is the male version of her and she the female version of him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUc6rm_mgZ422CYajxNek6e0cSrghhi3yamA6FU9DIHNsVoj5ZbCwlfc9ZMLWZayh2RNLuUACYxD5ffBhdCr7ORRMsJnvjOUcpkEc-cOb-xBjxjdJDeixtbXscgqp_jyHTGSNfpG5vNWv/s1600-h/IMG_3030.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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We've come close but are still missing one and that's Aub's hubby Nate. We miss ya man! Aub visiting has been a special treat. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Uncle Whit washing Clara's hands</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZO3qF7hePDS2iKleZ3TL7FjuNSpv1nqNLE80lMTxWK9HdKwI1G_5ZIjD-uwNgwk9uY2PnQut82pwLvYmqsO_jMVLOJOTmwMKjli1IV1bDduA6e1ptc0a9vtWv804CO7gUbnVqt8oCwIx/s1600-h/IMG_2677.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifZO3qF7hePDS2iKleZ3TL7FjuNSpv1nqNLE80lMTxWK9HdKwI1G_5ZIjD-uwNgwk9uY2PnQut82pwLvYmqsO_jMVLOJOTmwMKjli1IV1bDduA6e1ptc0a9vtWv804CO7gUbnVqt8oCwIx/s200/IMG_2677.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305886952068688658" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aub and James</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQ6rCjWF1EXJhZBVggJNW6bjMB3Co_94BC4MeJp27Lv13CVmmStj0a-WfA1byNumWhbuQYEz1tR3VwWAkOZ3rh_Nic-hBBcA_lrjnQdv9pOuB0gT9HzxURPDuxF3OfkfmaylVx0CMiqks/s1600-h/IMG_2691.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQ6rCjWF1EXJhZBVggJNW6bjMB3Co_94BC4MeJp27Lv13CVmmStj0a-WfA1byNumWhbuQYEz1tR3VwWAkOZ3rh_Nic-hBBcA_lrjnQdv9pOuB0gT9HzxURPDuxF3OfkfmaylVx0CMiqks/s200/IMG_2691.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305886948097772146" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Aub and Clara</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw4ML7dXV0RBsLznEfGUiNv9YrRK3SkXwFliXGcvpPaUlwpgCpX1tysTU6QqLVRcl3pNj2DC-lwb88lVsnYewyHveiRdhjcoFISiH-Onb8HW8XR0eEFpDMazA67Ps-FvxLCCtkMpsIdmv/s1600-h/IMG_2701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVw4ML7dXV0RBsLznEfGUiNv9YrRK3SkXwFliXGcvpPaUlwpgCpX1tysTU6QqLVRcl3pNj2DC-lwb88lVsnYewyHveiRdhjcoFISiH-Onb8HW8XR0eEFpDMazA67Ps-FvxLCCtkMpsIdmv/s200/IMG_2701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305884258909131042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXSTTuofjhNPSiLkDRQSdJoW0PKS20kScBn_oD_ZFjpfbnbxxdM0Kbaa2ZfLasFPy_xGgG7EV9vLE0bTaMf1WdUn1cBLuT8T_mFg4Rm1_lcg-7KjlWpWXiy1iqHhEZN8kybyH2LMcHnTK/s1600-h/IMG_2720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSXSTTuofjhNPSiLkDRQSdJoW0PKS20kScBn_oD_ZFjpfbnbxxdM0Kbaa2ZfLasFPy_xGgG7EV9vLE0bTaMf1WdUn1cBLuT8T_mFg4Rm1_lcg-7KjlWpWXiy1iqHhEZN8kybyH2LMcHnTK/s200/IMG_2720.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305884256232001714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETvrsbr9TVEiVyQdOO7qCu5Epe_kntj24MK-9bOIOdckH1BbbPyBeiDlgUZPGqNYe7mIZWCxrmPIxe1yLA-fKR4FUj7EqgaEZx1YZvBVz74VjbhjXq6lpeil1k47h8ExI5cgnZVVOJSXt/s1600-h/IMG_2723.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETvrsbr9TVEiVyQdOO7qCu5Epe_kntj24MK-9bOIOdckH1BbbPyBeiDlgUZPGqNYe7mIZWCxrmPIxe1yLA-fKR4FUj7EqgaEZx1YZvBVz74VjbhjXq6lpeil1k47h8ExI5cgnZVVOJSXt/s200/IMG_2723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305884257086394962" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Clara in Meme's slippers! Everyone loves 'em. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I've got Pika pics in them too.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8SZCBz3r-9dEY6PAuugXw8Yom6A9jnwLuY9MJXacGvU71bj3KvE6fLIH9Kav3L199YTAAxYZA_0hN-p9vZYzcbVmhVPIGcInLHMAD82SpgD5kJUNz3X9jSUEy8YqSuTzp1YzUKMrX2Ha/s1600-h/IMG_2730.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ8SZCBz3r-9dEY6PAuugXw8Yom6A9jnwLuY9MJXacGvU71bj3KvE6fLIH9Kav3L199YTAAxYZA_0hN-p9vZYzcbVmhVPIGcInLHMAD82SpgD5kJUNz3X9jSUEy8YqSuTzp1YzUKMrX2Ha/s200/IMG_2730.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305882580177146674" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5gCOk-cF5EgaFuWrZqSA-97n6TnSElUZuU6VcOoHghTmO-6A-1LvmNhpXUptJOQFpC7QW36jflMHE46O39Vt6Muf8PGZf0zIdM3a8rec0YvX9zSDCvoEB5QlQD3QNxAyr7pqiygZgv-X/s1600-h/IMG_2736.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5gCOk-cF5EgaFuWrZqSA-97n6TnSElUZuU6VcOoHghTmO-6A-1LvmNhpXUptJOQFpC7QW36jflMHE46O39Vt6Muf8PGZf0zIdM3a8rec0YvX9zSDCvoEB5QlQD3QNxAyr7pqiygZgv-X/s200/IMG_2736.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305882577838645682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Great grandma J. gets some lovin' from the baby.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He's soooooo heavy!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPRV3BGA66qOknrASq1NIgrYuoYGSC1X9fBdXou-jqM_QMAmOmeihXTu82Ocrw2m-xoBCYBgWepNsCUR7Lb1CJLVIJ68KLr_MBNJGDwF8lzhxws81ywNTP24A27ebM8aCen6azr9ysk6b/s1600-h/IMG_2740.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWPRV3BGA66qOknrASq1NIgrYuoYGSC1X9fBdXou-jqM_QMAmOmeihXTu82Ocrw2m-xoBCYBgWepNsCUR7Lb1CJLVIJ68KLr_MBNJGDwF8lzhxws81ywNTP24A27ebM8aCen6azr9ysk6b/s200/IMG_2740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305882574709392498" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was a balloon type ball that popped and became a hat. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Squnches up their faces. 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6CTMtUVNm-GqtW6y1IMdT1jaUfFe8CmYPoTK83j8nGOwnsSb4-9mVWAs97GSos2Xc5GNmJujXBXKezOTN7ypNBD1I5vEO4f8xsuUbqCVlZjEBwbp00Sf87UDEdPGRYJVdbDjEFtXF6rDu/s200/IMG_2753.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305878043251707666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me and Clara</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVYE2rQ4iY74B3pg6zrMcjxWOYDfSdYXR2jg7IbqoNyCdviXq2z9Arp7KmanPneSfS8GBFoj2Ww17E3xS2S0Mn8VobwFeupgirBBPVBwNvkyOiWZW3Bh6OZ2mMoth4qM3YCGyofZ2ANF9/s1600-h/IMG_2762.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtVYE2rQ4iY74B3pg6zrMcjxWOYDfSdYXR2jg7IbqoNyCdviXq2z9Arp7KmanPneSfS8GBFoj2Ww17E3xS2S0Mn8VobwFeupgirBBPVBwNvkyOiWZW3Bh6OZ2mMoth4qM3YCGyofZ2ANF9/s200/IMG_2762.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305874964408783026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Nate looks like he's posing for Me!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV4SlZFlhcuOVdSfKLB7nSO8QUiCoSQthFNgmOgIBGaUDLobrwjNliGohYJWJ7DqQRn0Mxplbcks42WshfR5bCl1h-bI219FXv3-fQKyop-WnPnmE7xqpXd0_QDqV1J9KK17ELN5-TOW_8/s1600-h/IMG_2770.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-Inr428FVC33K5DCpWmSQNMskXKWgib9UtWMe2b9zrr8L7GrWfui6WUypf4qKBNh7ov_0Erd3e_6kDBZAYCnD0n7VB7Loz65EsrIOeKd2reT-5K8Tx41KnsLGLG4l2HP7UPLcZwqGJ7b/s200/IMG_2801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305653377727388146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">Whit's Tats</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Oober cool! It's his zodiac sign (Aries). </div><div style="text-align: center;">He drew a sketch of it a while ago and the tattoo artist elaborated. I love it.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMgjSFLJPek-vwgxXWNSw1ioRDZJMReChm1pTfxdaC9v06hmYHtlfkWqr5tKD_4PZh84zzu-U1uDv4SuYkI_vxgmkMZQHyiQ0paBGMvAMccGpLdf_x4UfxIzBJKHlFBVes4y83aGivVVW/s1600-h/IMG_2817.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXMgjSFLJPek-vwgxXWNSw1ioRDZJMReChm1pTfxdaC9v06hmYHtlfkWqr5tKD_4PZh84zzu-U1uDv4SuYkI_vxgmkMZQHyiQ0paBGMvAMccGpLdf_x4UfxIzBJKHlFBVes4y83aGivVVW/s200/IMG_2817.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305653371420103234" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmWBZvWAze9xQquWR-gQMtH4GJARr4AtzKH5E4SGd_0OkKjeJrYfkqd6n1Ai38h8DvW_avcVLcpgQXubasTbLBd42jXEx8WpXBMRKdIg19lLFUV1dHFUVfu7tgZa6fqbNTOhQATB5nlBr/s1600-h/IMG_2816.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEmWBZvWAze9xQquWR-gQMtH4GJARr4AtzKH5E4SGd_0OkKjeJrYfkqd6n1Ai38h8DvW_avcVLcpgQXubasTbLBd42jXEx8WpXBMRKdIg19lLFUV1dHFUVfu7tgZa6fqbNTOhQATB5nlBr/s200/IMG_2816.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305653367124921698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNP0nrzaHgP61oDAaPLe-P0dEnA57e7iYnzEb8bzdARNDlAeoPeNg8n9P22MkP6lH3W5JX7jXdlaDWnUJLV09-DNHfLqDi-t2YJLhr3TpxYcVcWozQ1JtN0NixWA3XhhKyRtuRiXwBWh19/s1600-h/IMG_2818.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNP0nrzaHgP61oDAaPLe-P0dEnA57e7iYnzEb8bzdARNDlAeoPeNg8n9P22MkP6lH3W5JX7jXdlaDWnUJLV09-DNHfLqDi-t2YJLhr3TpxYcVcWozQ1JtN0NixWA3XhhKyRtuRiXwBWh19/s200/IMG_2818.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305651544819643698" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVjPBxlqgUYX3kv6AkoNQFQ3sdBef4RYHo9A2_iosJnZxBYz81MqEFdP6xCun3Ou7hqS2YheoVCwGehcIjzYcY2VHxuzAegItfqWvRgYhrxya-yXVMQczGraTZ2VG0fWLSy9K0_51FYLp/s1600-h/IMG_2819.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHVjPBxlqgUYX3kv6AkoNQFQ3sdBef4RYHo9A2_iosJnZxBYz81MqEFdP6xCun3Ou7hqS2YheoVCwGehcIjzYcY2VHxuzAegItfqWvRgYhrxya-yXVMQczGraTZ2VG0fWLSy9K0_51FYLp/s200/IMG_2819.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305651535886114434" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-84129457195642429042009-02-14T07:51:00.000-08:002009-02-14T08:16:53.882-08:00Happy Valentines DayI sat on the bathroom floor holding James as I watched the toilet paper roll unravel......again.....only, this time it did it all by itself....... I guess maybe it was used to dropping to the floor, or just anticipating those two little hands smacking it down to the ground for the umteenth time. I have raveled it back up to it's original resting state at least four times! I understand the fascination but criminitly trigger! It's getting annoying.<div><br /></div><div>James has a very red rash on his face from his sister spraying the tire whitening spray at him. That junk hurts your lungs if you inhale it, and obviously burns the skin. He doesn't appear to have eye damage but poor Aub was at her wits end last night when I called to see how things were. I brought home a Dove bar and some rotten chocolate milk from the gas station for her to make her feel better. I didn't know the milk was rotten until she opened it up and drank it. I about puked too. Great way to end the day.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don't know how she can keep up with the girl. Clara's little hands have to touch, squeeze, pull, push, drop, throw or "punt" everything within reach. Especially my poor little Pika! Poor dog is suffering the "kick the dog" syndrome. I can just get finished telling Clara not to kick the puppy and she'll do it again. How quickly we forget the "TERRIBLE TWOS"! I just hope it doesn't go into the terrible threes or fours!</div><div><br /></div><div>___________________________</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Heather complained that I only write about Aub.............. and she's right. So here's a blurb about H. She recently started a job with Outback Steakhouse. Apparently, Key Bank doesn't like people to make more than two mistakes in a career there so they drop kick you out if you do and she was........drop kicked. She came home night before last with $50.00 dollars in tips. Made $75.00 last night. Great tips, but I'd really like to get her into school. I just don't know how we'd ever pay for it, and our country is in such a great state of being right now, loans and grants are probably very unavailable. We'll see. Anyway, she's pretty free to look for other jobs while slapping steaks down for customers.</div><div><br /></div><div>____________________________</div><div><br /></div><div>Today is the much anticipated Sushi day Aub's been waiting for. We plan to make the trek to Colorado Springs to AI. </div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Valentines Day everyone. </div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-70420894011746424162009-02-09T05:30:00.000-08:002009-02-09T05:40:30.807-08:00Loving The BabiesI get to help with baths. Aub takes both kids in with her and I get to get them out an dry them off. I offer lots and lots of powder to their cold little bodies just as I remember my mom doing for me when I was little. Weird. I can remember my mom getting me out of the bath. She would tell me to shake off one foot, put it down on the towel on the floor, shake off the other foot. Then we'd dry me off, wind a towel around my head and apply powder. I can remember going from cold to warm in seconds flat with powder. <div><br /></div><div>Clara asks for some to be put in each tiny hand and then shakes both hands leaving the powder flying in the air, only little of it landing on her body. She's such a doll.</div><div><br /></div><div>She has the cutest lisp I've ever heard. Aub had one too. So did I. I remember mom working with me to get rid of mine. I won't do that with Clara as I didn't with Aub. They mostly just correct themselves (so I can enjoy it). </div><div><br /></div><div>When Aub was little she called her fingers "ginners" and I loved it. Then one day she said it right and I found out Nate had corrected her to say it right. I was heart broken about it. </div><div><br /></div><div>James is soooooooooo heavy! And he has a non-stop smile. I think he's starting to know me. He anticipates getting either tickled or a raspberry to the neck and grins from ear to ear EVERY SINGLE TIME! </div><div><br /></div><div>He smiles so much the lady at Panera Bread followed us out from behind the counter to find Aubrey just to see him again. She made mention that her kids were grown and that she didn't have much fondness for babies, but couldn't take her eyes off him. Most people go out of their way to talk to him because he offers up his love in the way of smiling at everyone. He is such a good and content baby.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have pictures and will post them soon.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-82408266498950199382009-01-28T20:10:00.000-08:002009-01-28T20:34:13.475-08:00Welcome HomeI stood there poised for the picture.......... waiting to see sign of a girl with shoulder length brown hair carrying a baby and a small blonde haired two year old. People kept getting in the way of my shot......."There she is" Nate says and I see my daughter and her two little ones. There they were, coming out of the small hallway that connected them from the plane to me. She had to wait for her car seat and we weren't allowed in the corridor the help her.......believe me...Nate asked! The anxiety was building and I was getting more and more eager to hold those babies. Then my little granddaughter with the blonde hair hanging in her eyes looked towards us. <div><br /></div><div>I holler to her to come see me. She looks with a sort of puzzled stair. Her mommy says...."there's grandma". </div><div>I crouch down so I'm at her level and coax her to me. She takes off running as fast as her little legs could run and I grab her up and start to bawl. I kiss her over and over, tears rolling down my cheeks. Then I spy the size of my grandson. He's SO MUCH taller than I was expecting. AND ROUND ALL OVER! Love at first sight.....well, not first sight but all over again. </div><div><br /></div><div>It took an hour and a half just to get out of the airport. What a happy reunion. I am full of joy. </div><div><br /></div><div>Claralynne calls out to me now.........."Grandma...." I keep thinking she's talking to the other grandma Jeppson. I have had to tell myself it's me she's referring to almost every time she calls me. And I must admit, it gives me a huge lump in my throat knowing she means ME! What a joy.</div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-71935165482122272572009-01-25T07:42:00.000-08:002009-01-25T07:56:11.149-08:00One More Day Of WaitingOne more day before I get to see Aubrey, Claralynne and Jamesy boy! I'm so excited, I don't know how I'll ever get through a days work at the hospital tomorrow! I won't be able to concentrate. Lucky for me it's the "easy" day of just teaching patients about CHF! Or...maybe that will be worse because it won't occupy my mind as hard.<div><br /></div><div>Nate has been deep cleaning and baby-proofing the house while I, on my day off, spent it shopping for toys and clothes for the little ones. My part in this has been much more fun, but should prove just as important for keeping our little 2 1/2 year old busy. That will be a chore-for-shore!</div><div><br /></div><div>I went to Savers to get some second hand toys figuring I would get a whole lot more <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">bang for the buck</span> and I really came home smiling? </div><div><br /></div><div>I got some blocks, about three or four dolls, a See and Say that is in excellent condition, and some cute clothes. These toys add to the already purchased toys I got at the consignment store.</div><div>I think Clara will be styling. (Oh, and three pair of exercise pants and a scarf for me!)</div><div> </div><div>I plan to read and color with her, twirl and kiss her, and sing songs and make cookies with her. I can't wait. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, and "The Boy"! Well, he will be on my hip for many hours, as well as being squeezed and kissed until he's tuckered out by lovin'. </div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-44141271919366829972009-01-22T03:25:00.000-08:002009-01-22T04:50:04.177-08:00The Inauguration of our 44th President Barack Obama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjFfNQI7JdQ8rcLjnNb2NFTIy5Q3_UwZ1-XXoU6oUwD4YP5CsgMjh0DQRzTMmBe6P9b4bbHkGDsaNVq-jGFsfvFpbd1GNj_rwrT3Emum9KvmNl_csjP7KV15ThyDj2DkTvkjg4W4DkhxP/s1600-h/2009_01_20t012719_450x300_us_obama.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivjFfNQI7JdQ8rcLjnNb2NFTIy5Q3_UwZ1-XXoU6oUwD4YP5CsgMjh0DQRzTMmBe6P9b4bbHkGDsaNVq-jGFsfvFpbd1GNj_rwrT3Emum9KvmNl_csjP7KV15ThyDj2DkTvkjg4W4DkhxP/s200/2009_01_20t012719_450x300_us_obama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294083857476594546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It brings me to tears, my heart is full, that I was witness to the inauguration of the first black president in our Country. We have come from enslaving the black man, to making him president of our nation. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">How far we have come.</div><div style="text-align: center;">How far we have yet to go.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am truly proud to live in this day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXJxXVQnxjofA5aX8zeSDc6DMONiORFsjKVwc47bkqSWTCb7XHuTfdhlVyEmOEXdxq39EK_6thyphenhyphenSL1MU2wXY-HmFXvmy_zd1mxbR-4yphhdN6rl5f031hAVU7GCRdsYI8jJoz5jUhyphenhyphen2xM/s1600-h/capt.5260420893a24f299c6b9bfdc7e2efa0.aptopix_obama_inauguration_caps135.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 141px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXJxXVQnxjofA5aX8zeSDc6DMONiORFsjKVwc47bkqSWTCb7XHuTfdhlVyEmOEXdxq39EK_6thyphenhyphenSL1MU2wXY-HmFXvmy_zd1mxbR-4yphhdN6rl5f031hAVU7GCRdsYI8jJoz5jUhyphenhyphen2xM/s200/capt.5260420893a24f299c6b9bfdc7e2efa0.aptopix_obama_inauguration_caps135.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294083611810189090" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;">This bible was used in the inauguration of Lincoln. If there had been inclimate weather, it would not have been able to be used. Michelle Obama carried it until her husband was sworn in. How cool it is that she got to hold it.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 151px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9cZDfRb1SUoGSSG9QFN8x_kMmq2Sc692ifg0I8uFRtIn0093H4ZQ5JRzU3hJqSEB9GIwLCyMD_Hn1hTsKRBe7ML12YGKdNRt7FCV-dNXVNepeeyeJTQTXR6jDFPPm0HMEhKdRLuSWFLwd/s200/capt.photo_1232490185309-7-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082978692523506" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9M9DFVQaWhkr5z0UmhV_WYOKut8xCeyhHqLvk-eNvt1j6ySyjE8JIuouEyRyzbkLerNR1ClijtZcLAL6z1_dp8o3wz1qqFoz8DRIpXm_0Ty3kR7qsN14jonueRVwUIdR-jR3Exn9deoi/s1600-h/2009_01_18t165729_450x339_us_usa_obama.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic9M9DFVQaWhkr5z0UmhV_WYOKut8xCeyhHqLvk-eNvt1j6ySyjE8JIuouEyRyzbkLerNR1ClijtZcLAL6z1_dp8o3wz1qqFoz8DRIpXm_0Ty3kR7qsN14jonueRVwUIdR-jR3Exn9deoi/s200/2009_01_18t165729_450x339_us_usa_obama.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294083607019160786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">President Lincoln who freed the slaves and our first black president. How many years did it take? How long has the black man been oppressed and lived through racism and hate? </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDtsTYK34a1lrxSV9Mahe7dj4lQlS9y9VrbzbKosDkW7DfitWSrWsgcWRVPLwnwlCu5TpbhCq0V-c0D7Nk8lXMKomDE08b-3rrqdxq9V3bML1YhyOmEd4zDDvkUrw4XLfVZniNaOWqciy/s1600-h/capt.photo_1232454086883-2-0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmDtsTYK34a1lrxSV9Mahe7dj4lQlS9y9VrbzbKosDkW7DfitWSrWsgcWRVPLwnwlCu5TpbhCq0V-c0D7Nk8lXMKomDE08b-3rrqdxq9V3bML1YhyOmEd4zDDvkUrw4XLfVZniNaOWqciy/s200/capt.photo_1232454086883-2-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294083606604545474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWeGvDVEiP23UjMbnwjhu_BvIQ3V7I7nyveXNz2DZjU3jT4ymgzjCa6OA0l8nQ32Q_33TIJ0lT93wnccC2odABIO7Gx00r7YAk1r-veoXlI7tcRoIn3U_Xx4u1nHzoYEbcprH0nbvE4eac/s1600-h/capt.16d33cec92b841a8ad86be637edf03d6.obama_inauguration_capg142.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl0IBlm2Ew8JMDX0WsJNe2GR_2zWbBn10muCRc_QQBP8NVMRzGY7OP9b1O-RIStkhSs8zr55KBsvaqs8Wn-qGCTMhwNeMDdQlh6LqyjJ3nJ-CiH8UGS3yctxx_xKImcaYH4jgb0TjyL8eX/s200/capt.f0516ef2b45448f1bfed09a7a914b844.obama_inauguration_dcrg101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082980546933650" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwb-Qu7BFNafJ1qrvBcrbmbUE2TEpo-A8Gsi49dQv6nX5Eqw9jJ1W_3-YkNmdYJ7Ni9gF3lexijsuTsZOXI3hKoXjFRrPI-G-zv_sbb3jmVKjV-4OKNaSReVva_rze59-TxBWl6E83x8_5/s1600-h/capt.photo_1232454086883-2-0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwb-Qu7BFNafJ1qrvBcrbmbUE2TEpo-A8Gsi49dQv6nX5Eqw9jJ1W_3-YkNmdYJ7Ni9gF3lexijsuTsZOXI3hKoXjFRrPI-G-zv_sbb3jmVKjV-4OKNaSReVva_rze59-TxBWl6E83x8_5/s200/capt.photo_1232454086883-2-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082975800934290" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNP8bLCjt1lw6E4Iv8F8-iEmuekkXcEPA9wcEJyNlDQKmeq_c7abuXwXKpvNHyK_hqbWF4aB4-2Yo1NWGb2oU-LTdewd1ZnWFbmp-TkNKBaLqAiRumnsZkOCOJeQZuAJUzMrvPWE88hsW/s1600-h/capt.bf29501da67447d394ad7d612bf9a720.obama_inauguration_dcrl226.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoNP8bLCjt1lw6E4Iv8F8-iEmuekkXcEPA9wcEJyNlDQKmeq_c7abuXwXKpvNHyK_hqbWF4aB4-2Yo1NWGb2oU-LTdewd1ZnWFbmp-TkNKBaLqAiRumnsZkOCOJeQZuAJUzMrvPWE88hsW/s200/capt.bf29501da67447d394ad7d612bf9a720.obama_inauguration_dcrl226.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082973000649362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGktK1ORDKh39Wo4BeeOb1qYVoHVnwGE7qvf9J0A6FUywUFInZUpW_rbpEri-XkUllXy50XzWD-yVg9f5mbx4TyUuPP2gEi_SObknjPvnBK-iVDYFMSR8XhHjuzRPjzZQ8Jlkj0Yb2xKO8/s1600-h/capt.b2087b8344c24988a2b228388d6efaf6.aptopix_india_obama_inauguration_global_reax_luc101.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 123px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGktK1ORDKh39Wo4BeeOb1qYVoHVnwGE7qvf9J0A6FUywUFInZUpW_rbpEri-XkUllXy50XzWD-yVg9f5mbx4TyUuPP2gEi_SObknjPvnBK-iVDYFMSR8XhHjuzRPjzZQ8Jlkj0Yb2xKO8/s200/capt.b2087b8344c24988a2b228388d6efaf6.aptopix_india_obama_inauguration_global_reax_luc101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082424281513170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">School children from Lucknow India wear masks honoring Barack Obama as they take out a procession to mark his inauguration. Have you ever seen our school children marking the inauguration of another countries new leader? Pretty cool.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IeDI_9SOaH7P0XbXRePutMSBXGZJP3mmYRNktpak18NWtt6BzJhNoZtpEFTHOnkiEcR0dJIXnd3i6T36S3D-vT1Dr7FIQdAXBh3HKZeIDi2yObUsBybQQ9lI5seRWqUJ9pPK3_cT58Tl/s1600-h/capt.photo_1232452941588-3-0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IeDI_9SOaH7P0XbXRePutMSBXGZJP3mmYRNktpak18NWtt6BzJhNoZtpEFTHOnkiEcR0dJIXnd3i6T36S3D-vT1Dr7FIQdAXBh3HKZeIDi2yObUsBybQQ9lI5seRWqUJ9pPK3_cT58Tl/s200/capt.photo_1232452941588-3-0.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082418365983170" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">French newspapers mark this historic day.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkUJI0Cc2qfaY7E1EYZvSK6LJjaknr8voCA7uHJ7L42I0gGZoBqvUiX8p64cjLCOca7p7Azj7kBKnoHR5FPQuqjFaxAQPmU7Fe5J2FaDoi1niJIPZzzf5aU7pqhi_RM83maV4XFrp9ZGs/s1600-h/r770054444.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAkUJI0Cc2qfaY7E1EYZvSK6LJjaknr8voCA7uHJ7L42I0gGZoBqvUiX8p64cjLCOca7p7Azj7kBKnoHR5FPQuqjFaxAQPmU7Fe5J2FaDoi1niJIPZzzf5aU7pqhi_RM83maV4XFrp9ZGs/s200/r770054444.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082415532669842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZCFLrZyn5EDB4wf7tQ5-d-rK5dY2d6zn0t3uBLATaaI64QmpJTkKo0O2Mm8_RfbMyFeZQGY3fFTebz6GRVZkHjQ5T6-CZrT_IL_dOkWBjRIF6zWCjND0fNLImCQWczELIHhooD8aYZg7/s1600-h/r1501102585.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4ZCFLrZyn5EDB4wf7tQ5-d-rK5dY2d6zn0t3uBLATaaI64QmpJTkKo0O2Mm8_RfbMyFeZQGY3fFTebz6GRVZkHjQ5T6-CZrT_IL_dOkWBjRIF6zWCjND0fNLImCQWczELIHhooD8aYZg7/s200/r1501102585.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082417116812706" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">What a cute family. I had to wonder if these girls had a clue as to how important this day was for their father and themselves.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNau_XUcO4D26gqysSjrh4Vn1K54IMsDhSTCT3JWHjZLrwf1cXETDd_wVuYhR6Q1b3d0lLCgGvvSSv1CvU8xiuYlFmwbj-YHaGun9PeDVO8L7tyzqip4HnKjzueqMvAfT_Tf4Lf_MPivrJ/s1600-h/r2392801111.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNau_XUcO4D26gqysSjrh4Vn1K54IMsDhSTCT3JWHjZLrwf1cXETDd_wVuYhR6Q1b3d0lLCgGvvSSv1CvU8xiuYlFmwbj-YHaGun9PeDVO8L7tyzqip4HnKjzueqMvAfT_Tf4Lf_MPivrJ/s200/r2392801111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294082414126764242" /></a><br />I worked yesterday and didn't blog my sentiments on the day of the inauguration of our new President, Barack Obama. I was truly touched by his inauguration speech and plan to go back to my DVR recording and write down some of the poignant things he said.</div><div><br /></div><div>I absolutely loved the benediction. Civil rights leader Reverend Joseph E. Lowrey's final words will stick in my head and heart forever. The entire prayer was wonderful, but his closing remarks made me laugh at the end of this historic day. You can read his entire benediction here http://www.miamiherald.com/news/politics/AP/story/863605.html</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';">"Lord, in the memory of all the saints who from their labors rest, and in the joy of a new beginning, we ask you to help us work for that day when black will not be asked to get in back, when brown can stick around...when yellow will be mellow...when the red man can get ahead, man: and when white will embrace what is right. That all those who do justice and love mercy say Amen."</span></span><br /><div><br /></div><div>President Obama has his work cut out for him with all that he faces in our nation battered by recession, wearied of war and hungry for a change after eight years of George W. Bush in the White House. I fear that in just a short time, people of our nation will forget just what state our nation was in before Barack took office and try to blame him for it's ills.</div><div><br /></div><div>I cried during his speech. In no way do I feel that just by having him in office will he alone, be able to clean up the mess our nation is in. I mean really, how can anyone believe one man can clean up after a tornado such as the one he has stepped into. No... not just a tornado.....A HURRICANE, TORNADO, CYCLONE-BURGULAR just ransacked our home and left us in such a state of disrepair that it is illogical to believe one person alone can even make a dent in it. </div><div><br /></div><div>At least I have a bit more hope for our nation now. At least we will be able to listen to speeches where our leader will sound like he got past second grade and won't trip on his words making our nation look like a bunch of babbling idiots. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-27406192724798226892009-01-19T22:30:00.000-08:002009-01-19T22:37:08.416-08:00Things That Suck<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-vAj7g1iySmclzhP9kSqZmOwyVAWY57ZHdRMcGB6J7_XOidfhJ6a-Q-xe6aWC3-Tftmc9rtXDz-2AlRwYytPL__uGCWoMsloVG_dULiQxLxydR2mkpu03M-Od3K_q3aWoQPtEdJO7B8A/s1600-h/2258890613_c20fc9cdf3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5-vAj7g1iySmclzhP9kSqZmOwyVAWY57ZHdRMcGB6J7_XOidfhJ6a-Q-xe6aWC3-Tftmc9rtXDz-2AlRwYytPL__uGCWoMsloVG_dULiQxLxydR2mkpu03M-Od3K_q3aWoQPtEdJO7B8A/s200/2258890613_c20fc9cdf3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293260882028100018" /></a><br /><br /><div>1- Going in to work 07:00 a.m and finding out I didn't need to be there until 09:00!<div>2- Feeling like Cinderella- Love my job but feel Im being pulled in three different directions!</div><div>3- Being sick</div><div>4-Finding out Aub is STILL sick</div><div>5-Waiting over <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">8 days</span> for my doc to call in my sleeping pill prescription</div><div>6- Being sick (oh I said that). </div><div>7- Wanting to exercise but still BEING SICK!</div><div><br /></div><div>Cool picture huh?!</div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-5101266670584300702009-01-17T06:51:00.000-08:002009-01-17T08:27:11.259-08:00Chunky Lungs<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmBDqSnjejz7kJyuH7bsh4agxjtNGZIU0zikx48M2Ml45foEUTTeI8rQhrZsGPxVufxeOBWa6AkFiWI5thle8D75OYLBmMi1g7FyProRuwgc4CiNJsiOQC71lQDWoONWerlA6c89T2h86/s1600-h/cartoon-badheadcold.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmBDqSnjejz7kJyuH7bsh4agxjtNGZIU0zikx48M2Ml45foEUTTeI8rQhrZsGPxVufxeOBWa6AkFiWI5thle8D75OYLBmMi1g7FyProRuwgc4CiNJsiOQC71lQDWoONWerlA6c89T2h86/s200/cartoon-badheadcold.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289512318223074" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>I've had three different colds over the last two months. The first one I had to wear a mask at work, my poor larynx was so sore from coughing that I sounded like a guy. <div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfmOHTBc9-E0cI3Y-YhQiKFAXLurlXCa7j_GaUEGt9T5pSMR9_i_1VB6ODl5kkRjJYQ41EaeT_q0Bv2CgFc34EDA4HB1iarzIr6lteCob2EIkvGGja8qTNLYK5Cmc0-LJWdQUVObhVc53j/s200/2003-03-26+Mystery+disease+cousin+of+common+cold+.5.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289517982973490" /></div><div><br /></div><div>That one started to clear up and on Christmas Eve, I started a new cold causing my nose to drain like a sieve with a really bad cough and this left me totally down for the count on Christmas day. <div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBIN_xLUbxbv2rYMMc3UTOlu1wTuz12d895rE1lbDKkrRr98dDbr7z9_2azOPHnF9Gpn-N7WzLFp8qUax-sBiSQOuA8NmZq6Sqv_3iuDwaJ3hM-r2fYM8f-lKnLwgz1lCDE-jVGiDcSZsl/s200/iba0224l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289508913981074" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div> Just as I was getting better from that one, I got another cold that settled in my lungs. I contracted two of these disgusting entities from my son.............he bragged at being the "Outbreak monkey". All six of us here in Jeppsontown have been hacking up a lung for the past several days. Grandpa commented that we all sounded like a bunch of turkeys with our coughing. Thanx Whit!</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOM98W05GcDOU9QZn0mbVdNBhvcZbUhI7ya7fttCDB8fKmLKZwDucPoSzqnHk3Er_eMLdvP6NXFcqcM7Wq_i5LQ3KK7nV-4rkOWWL9OAa9GyqzzllIYE3AJASfWU0aUl9PfUOu_2ZroMM5/s200/cartoon-microscope.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289511219471986" /><div><br /></div><div>I don't get sick very often, or stay sick for that matter, but this stuff really started to get me worried. Especially since I am a health care worker and deal with the elderly population which can seriously be affected by just a cold. And because they really push us to get the flu vaccine, and I am a rebel in this department and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">will not get one</span>, if I get so much as a sniffle I'm afraid they'll throw it back in my face that I should have been vaccinated.</div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 171px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPvFzTNj5Y-kZHImgOxCaZE5SRONW4MLsXZ3CMMNgUITJsTEwt396FpwRyql7jPAQbenWI2Ek0M9PNPUyahJPviB_dWA-36u7J_bTNGP8KmU6QacoxzjTlT8UsByFjcaS3IYpAcs1lKpZX/s200/mban1214l.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292289511261074498" /></div><div><br /></div><div>(More on the matter of the flu vaccine later, an entirely new subject of which I am pretty opinionated.) But because I was so worried about getting better I went and saw the doc............still another thing I RARELY do. </div><div><br /></div><div>She gave me a "Z-pack" and I can't believe how quickly it started to affect me. Even right after I took it. This morning I feel sooooooo much better. I am still weak and my lungs are tender and easily provoked to cough, but my cough isn't as hefty and thick sounding and I feel less tired. </div><div><br /></div><div>This little recital is just to show how much I want to get better as I have such wonderful news.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I get to see my grand babies in just over a weeks time! </span></span> </div><div><br /></div><div>Yes, they are coming to see me and I can hardly wait!!!!!! Oh, and their mommy is coming too which makes me cry at the thought!</div><div><br /></div><div>This brought about our little shopping excursion yesterday as we don't get to see grandkids much so our house is sadly deficient in the baby department. So both of us sickies (Nate and I) went to the kids consignment shop yesterday and bought a Pack and Play (mini crib/play-pen), a Bumbo with tray, and then traveled out to the boonies to get a barely used high chair from a grammy who bought it for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">her</span> visiting from out of town grandkids. </div><div><br /></div><div>Just going and buying this stuff makes me feel like I have babies again, it's so weird. Oh, and I invested in a few toys too because this grammy is totally uncool in the toy department. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nate had to trudge back to the car he was so sick himself and feeling weak and achey that he sat most of the grocery shopping out. I felt bad but he said he "wanted to be with me"! Totally sweet! I felt like death warmed over too but <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">I had an agenda</span></span>! Then I went home and collapsed!</div><div><br /></div><div>I called in sick for today to allow one more day of rest. This puts me at nearly two weeks of not working the floor which doesn't make me one bit sad! I can't believe how anxious and tired working on the floor makes me. Since I'm now officially part time Cardiac Telemetry, part time Cardiac Rehab, I only have to work one day a week on the tele floor and it's absolutely WONDERFUL!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, my tele-floor co-workers have called me a "traitor" by working with another department , but I don't care. Well, I did at first. Especially since I STILL WORK THERE! But, it's just because they're left behind to deal with the CRAP! Floor work is really hard and stressful stuff and I'm glad I have something else to break it up.</div><div><br /></div><div>I started the Pilates train rollin' as my down payment is in and they've sent me stuff in the mail telling me about the classes and such. </div><div><br /></div><div>You can't know how excited I am for this. I finally feel like I'm going in the right direction. Nursing is a good field of work, but it's been pointing me in the direction of dealing with the sick, when I want to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">prevent</span> sick and <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">promote</span> health</span>! Here I am on a cardiac unit and I work with over ten people who smoke cigarettes! Even the nurse manager of our floor smokes. She's MY BOSS!!!! I don't know how they have the guts to lean over their patients smelling of cigarettes to listen to their heart and lungs and tell them if they had only had a better lifestyle, they may not have cardiac and lung issues! Yeah, makes no sense to me either!</div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div>If I'm feeling some better, and Nate is up to it, we'll go look at flooring for the gym today!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~Totally Cool~ </div></div></div></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3771328864404139314.post-53586693908076231812009-01-13T13:59:00.000-08:002009-01-14T11:29:56.558-08:00Updated Pictures of the Gym<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm07xkIQu4WfM6fsZNJtgh1E82Ca76AqwzjeGDglgO5s6aDbD2GrFzHktvDiuqhIVZJevHS7t220hXTVDCiDgtRlj6jNZraUIan320lT3k4vOSwKcUcaLMxOCHiV6HJJbD3k65NjpTCXms/s1600-h/IMG_2146.JPG">So here are the promised updates of the work on the gym up until just prior to yesterday. I am waiting to take pics of the painted walls tonight with the lights on. <img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm07xkIQu4WfM6fsZNJtgh1E82Ca76AqwzjeGDglgO5s6aDbD2GrFzHktvDiuqhIVZJevHS7t220hXTVDCiDgtRlj6jNZraUIan320lT3k4vOSwKcUcaLMxOCHiV6HJJbD3k65NjpTCXms/s200/IMG_2146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290918654168261586" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We had to take down the CD's and movies and stack them in the hall prior to removing the wall that the shelf was on. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJqHIZtwbB7Zw3Y6hAChnEcP7tUNBG6YTGR1PxWKzCgfjVVG9N1i-0Bqp1gxd4v8YoDpA3a1yb1ZMuz9Ut0FRHBvrKHazO1DZmHLgslHalspL8_NIf_39GQW2DMvwRuSPeUQHoC3EKEcV/s1600-h/IMG_2147.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJqHIZtwbB7Zw3Y6hAChnEcP7tUNBG6YTGR1PxWKzCgfjVVG9N1i-0Bqp1gxd4v8YoDpA3a1yb1ZMuz9Ut0FRHBvrKHazO1DZmHLgslHalspL8_NIf_39GQW2DMvwRuSPeUQHoC3EKEcV/s200/IMG_2147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290918640937019314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">On the right of this pic is the wall before demolition. Here is the master carpenter!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSb_j4K31JlbqIqj8M8Dz1HwnYNRe_VKSX9FrUPf7jf41o1B3lCISZSG0rs3H_CgbtewTHZhyphenhyphenMHZwqVjgGhE9cpJm_PFT4mX6F644TaKcXwsU2DBYEJxRV3-BgjF-rqMer2HkOeZs8OZmb/s1600-h/IMG_2225.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSb_j4K31JlbqIqj8M8Dz1HwnYNRe_VKSX9FrUPf7jf41o1B3lCISZSG0rs3H_CgbtewTHZhyphenhyphenMHZwqVjgGhE9cpJm_PFT4mX6F644TaKcXwsU2DBYEJxRV3-BgjF-rqMer2HkOeZs8OZmb/s200/IMG_2225.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290916319261319890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Whit and Nate taking the wall down.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRKnxs9N1urwrbbJ0G_Oxj5mDzwOYTSRPIehkIR4_26IpLk-dRCFHi3vI16yo5s-PCZe-6CQTOHxBJy5frAYsGSUdH0kDkUq0D-K1r2bblJV-cjn3byZNp4-q8jBTBVa62keJ3rfusYh6/s1600-h/IMG_2226.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDRKnxs9N1urwrbbJ0G_Oxj5mDzwOYTSRPIehkIR4_26IpLk-dRCFHi3vI16yo5s-PCZe-6CQTOHxBJy5frAYsGSUdH0kDkUq0D-K1r2bblJV-cjn3byZNp4-q8jBTBVa62keJ3rfusYh6/s200/IMG_2226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915051795825970" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Just the stick framing for the old wall is left to remove.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbvmrHI_Y2ofpF_-00-Ku_Somv_I-1Mfh8DAFoRWGV5tUEioIbtyBjhkkizHEwk-d7aPem1m21um6g6UcvIx1E5tGdB_oVGgLhJ9YMAfv-ydO6906upU-1Sj0PyHgWcuNsIxy_g0p2zON/s1600-h/IMG_2228.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTbvmrHI_Y2ofpF_-00-Ku_Somv_I-1Mfh8DAFoRWGV5tUEioIbtyBjhkkizHEwk-d7aPem1m21um6g6UcvIx1E5tGdB_oVGgLhJ9YMAfv-ydO6906upU-1Sj0PyHgWcuNsIxy_g0p2zON/s200/IMG_2228.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915047685738834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVKkd8KAnnyziH9CsvKOonvgMtnoRTSEFk0lGc3Q7DLU1QLjvK2Ay4x3ad5XBI_5Q0BHEjJnbFUB81OWQ3DJUeVkOPGqS7uTswVXygBmiQdap_d82sp5UE8tU8mvsfCJfXlhUxOM95fwx/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUVKkd8KAnnyziH9CsvKOonvgMtnoRTSEFk0lGc3Q7DLU1QLjvK2Ay4x3ad5XBI_5Q0BHEjJnbFUB81OWQ3DJUeVkOPGqS7uTswVXygBmiQdap_d82sp5UE8tU8mvsfCJfXlhUxOM95fwx/s200/IMG_2231.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915046674722818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsg2222VNUbmqqKbwn5U4MSfmUYXoUM6USqKDKr-DobB9xyW4ridZ_N6YIVopj6O_ZKjLHTHFGC_OrX3LhJvUqd5jEY3BChLXT4INxnvrj32G1nW8KkK9oFDATxPXSCcG3iEelB1bLb5T/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjsg2222VNUbmqqKbwn5U4MSfmUYXoUM6USqKDKr-DobB9xyW4ridZ_N6YIVopj6O_ZKjLHTHFGC_OrX3LhJvUqd5jEY3BChLXT4INxnvrj32G1nW8KkK9oFDATxPXSCcG3iEelB1bLb5T/s200/IMG_2249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290915036172995714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsijIAdG20bG-KJm_IdAJVKRBkgjBf6KG4knqGMSD924N5_IVDNLNnwzSTpo-us6SNv3SSNmM0L8xNqXBwr7bjIt5BDnNegPQTIbJR5wai0WyaprRBx2jsPcPk89QbdWpzxJeoKln8HEK/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;">Whit and Nate taking down the wood.</a></div><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAsijIAdG20bG-KJm_IdAJVKRBkgjBf6KG4knqGMSD924N5_IVDNLNnwzSTpo-us6SNv3SSNmM0L8xNqXBwr7bjIt5BDnNegPQTIbJR5wai0WyaprRBx2jsPcPk89QbdWpzxJeoKln8HEK/s200/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290913037346623122" /><div style="text-align: center;">Just a few boards left of the old wall.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGR5QOaE4Wr8UbQadUQGSxpRulaXQdjfjsU6mje5zf3nd5yEWKxU8OlhQ1CWL9J7-14-vsik-Mf0IcFoz6KZinIcO3yVAurvogHRODkf6VVsj-d9rHDDhVBwx92hir-Re7bQjz9suegeA-/s1600-h/IMG_2254.JPG"><br /></a></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGR5QOaE4Wr8UbQadUQGSxpRulaXQdjfjsU6mje5zf3nd5yEWKxU8OlhQ1CWL9J7-14-vsik-Mf0IcFoz6KZinIcO3yVAurvogHRODkf6VVsj-d9rHDDhVBwx92hir-Re7bQjz9suegeA-/s200/IMG_2254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290913035984323842" /><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUNM_EkKdk64UqhGC9p-wU5suhk4wNHF4c9BWbyBN0_SzGnlt0ArGocGXWMcB3c1m_m6-E4xoOjspEBVLhDudyzHex1-SRnCD5sctrWKrkBEmoeyHXvX75AWV4l4gWTfFN3dUlaV0kigt2/s200/IMG_2251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290916316133114018" /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vr7414EbyM9yYzouP-VZH0GG1p371ZXw6BcXj6eggJBEmkNOY06W7cfxQF7_6omnxy7MZnJhh_4S3o06QOqxNi5jKY7jf5Y601bHaH1jqlsJ-DWCsMfU8TUeWoD3TRrLgSSsRjZ750vY/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG">All the wood has been removed and just a nice clean open space is left. I just absolutely love the large beam. We plan to hook a pull-up bar to it when all is done.</a></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-vr7414EbyM9yYzouP-VZH0GG1p371ZXw6BcXj6eggJBEmkNOY06W7cfxQF7_6omnxy7MZnJhh_4S3o06QOqxNi5jKY7jf5Y601bHaH1jqlsJ-DWCsMfU8TUeWoD3TRrLgSSsRjZ750vY/s200/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290913025662828674" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFywO2vahyphenhyphenrlPwL0yqNCdaOUG4mjJ6-LYyiZAmD1AbLL-xdz4O9l9SCQNIcMc2jsrcGLtwjoePJdz9vwHxc8_Xo-PVJgq4YWTb1SybY8tDYJIJXp1QRo3vH8uK8ndkPIPPEFt6a_R69YaD/s1600-h/IMG_2316.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFywO2vahyphenhyphenrlPwL0yqNCdaOUG4mjJ6-LYyiZAmD1AbLL-xdz4O9l9SCQNIcMc2jsrcGLtwjoePJdz9vwHxc8_Xo-PVJgq4YWTb1SybY8tDYJIJXp1QRo3vH8uK8ndkPIPPEFt6a_R69YaD/s200/IMG_2316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290913019452190178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Nate is such a talented carpenter. He is the mastermind and strong arm behind all these changes. He used to build houses with his brother Vernal when he was in high school. That's where he got his training. He absolutely loves to work with wood.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiNNBG6_7j5yMy53IhQd5dGzIm0-hyKzwNqGLgE7Q0WZHqPR6FfTFRsnXjx8hw7SyNX_qbjGjbujemT2UHIzAUYGGEbnvTVSO5iz0U92BH96_qBGXQBXnwao2xS1Kky8UXKPQRfVtFuJp/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiNNBG6_7j5yMy53IhQd5dGzIm0-hyKzwNqGLgE7Q0WZHqPR6FfTFRsnXjx8hw7SyNX_qbjGjbujemT2UHIzAUYGGEbnvTVSO5iz0U92BH96_qBGXQBXnwao2xS1Kky8UXKPQRfVtFuJp/s200/IMG_2318.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290909523569632034" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I've helped out where I can, stuffing insulation, pulling out nails from the ceiling and floor, and I helped paint the ceiling. Whit has helped out too. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1xz1PCzxgR2lHZe57zUI3q3on4-y06e9MAMxKlewTs2Ec8Qy91gRonrV9bVrC-OLkVLKm0GZ8PBrlXYz8WMUuh2cN-b5LYncnIzQycRDbcSRZ7p1zab0H7T-7MpSUwqY3-Y0BP4xeTcV/s1600-h/IMG_2256.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV1xz1PCzxgR2lHZe57zUI3q3on4-y06e9MAMxKlewTs2Ec8Qy91gRonrV9bVrC-OLkVLKm0GZ8PBrlXYz8WMUuh2cN-b5LYncnIzQycRDbcSRZ7p1zab0H7T-7MpSUwqY3-Y0BP4xeTcV/s200/IMG_2256.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290909510062682898" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We moved the flat screen from the opposing wall to this one. Here it shows the cut out in the wall for the bending arm that holds the t.v. My ballet bar was moved also. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFj5TsRkq3LvVkfTIjsXvUYV3jFiv9iTM2oAFy-W8Qnvt62HN4kzH5KTJ5GIt5uworQqygQkRGrB2kfq9Lv39FP0DRqn11r2XU5f8bw4UDg7sXc1Eno-sqTgDYIaaqAZ0P83pAYzRjLgw/s1600-h/IMG_2252.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNFj5TsRkq3LvVkfTIjsXvUYV3jFiv9iTM2oAFy-W8Qnvt62HN4kzH5KTJ5GIt5uworQqygQkRGrB2kfq9Lv39FP0DRqn11r2XU5f8bw4UDg7sXc1Eno-sqTgDYIaaqAZ0P83pAYzRjLgw/s200/IMG_2252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290907831950082850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">See the old cut out for the t.v. in wall on the left of the pic. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtxig9Xyn_B0PK-drjMCHVbUKtsRoOrorKNONzSQiDIjV1cuudYLXqSW0MFU1r-OY7_IctAr5kwfpn4LbXBGF3c5tHT2rKFt8sGTqEuhuD1LZjql79RRCsEoTeyyDgjWX8yMVZsMw1jWb/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtxig9Xyn_B0PK-drjMCHVbUKtsRoOrorKNONzSQiDIjV1cuudYLXqSW0MFU1r-OY7_IctAr5kwfpn4LbXBGF3c5tHT2rKFt8sGTqEuhuD1LZjql79RRCsEoTeyyDgjWX8yMVZsMw1jWb/s200/IMG_2325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290907829029911538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioT3w6qakNytODJ5Ed7P_KeTxoP95yhgkOAtM5ysi0UwTVZTpXzWMBNFgp-cl8GwnZ_qkfzOZW-hEM35H23vECU7XhyphenhyphenmpLrqyxfQENHp5feRiw6kIySRnVOvo969lfJDPltufyaFEv1MtP/s1600-h/IMG_2255.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioT3w6qakNytODJ5Ed7P_KeTxoP95yhgkOAtM5ysi0UwTVZTpXzWMBNFgp-cl8GwnZ_qkfzOZW-hEM35H23vECU7XhyphenhyphenmpLrqyxfQENHp5feRiw6kIySRnVOvo969lfJDPltufyaFEv1MtP/s200/IMG_2255.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290907819695622050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRWbTTxjygeMPtJ6Y0g8l839WAm0idPXxVNPOUkal__G32iMM7Q-fPryCVEA3JULivoPnkeyCyKadgo0W9oMNxVx-CF-AyGIAU32AeJkblMZXnrFsvd91jxARfAOhcu_e-FZqw0GILTMS/s1600-h/IMG_2340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdRWbTTxjygeMPtJ6Y0g8l839WAm0idPXxVNPOUkal__G32iMM7Q-fPryCVEA3JULivoPnkeyCyKadgo0W9oMNxVx-CF-AyGIAU32AeJkblMZXnrFsvd91jxARfAOhcu_e-FZqw0GILTMS/s200/IMG_2340.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290907815756677346" /></a><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBjGn7xV0HGj9uyGS1rbxISioK9vOioFZ9e6pyxupPSxivBZRERmJBJD4BTduLT7Xm8ESyTqMEQUxHoLZBJzTXNdZ9br6xquYxzrmeeWXzgWn7ZUEUr_2MAy-Hs9arlQ4PEjDqHXTyewav/s200/IMG_2480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290909499280846370" /><div style="text-align: center;">The walls are now finished in pine. They will be the background for the future shelving that will go around the t.v.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DLHl15vse1yCoCBzAqJk3LE_4xEEFBi13Kj9Ek5SulfCKmaakGP15ryrNX5MHS5by-QsOSyWqLvN2-RXezzQdHnhbsC5TQKcA2gsTZPY4iz7BHBPwbQQ9QKcyB-3uESj6fq0hzg5j-JE/s1600-h/IMG_2477.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DLHl15vse1yCoCBzAqJk3LE_4xEEFBi13Kj9Ek5SulfCKmaakGP15ryrNX5MHS5by-QsOSyWqLvN2-RXezzQdHnhbsC5TQKcA2gsTZPY4iz7BHBPwbQQ9QKcyB-3uESj6fq0hzg5j-JE/s200/IMG_2477.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290906097632874722" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVwO6XlZBZ25QOIAD4nCWB5vUpDu8uQQdWSxWWSL8PghXY0ZMdHhE2FyEQbO2pOagsElY0dn4zCONA0bsbAI5I6y1LxyHXXdhJj2TMtqozy9V949JSfHoHThTmzJofFNl5CJ_YC0zjz-o/s1600-h/IMG_2478.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVwO6XlZBZ25QOIAD4nCWB5vUpDu8uQQdWSxWWSL8PghXY0ZMdHhE2FyEQbO2pOagsElY0dn4zCONA0bsbAI5I6y1LxyHXXdhJj2TMtqozy9V949JSfHoHThTmzJofFNl5CJ_YC0zjz-o/s200/IMG_2478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290906092583068402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKyuw16MhpZu8llRbr8dhPRGqOD5ds3AAgqq3_HUZWw5MriaffE9ybxJuu8mXG_Muf-2ouhpk069TzXLYxuIm2Vij6k8ye_eVJPRsem7E_qq__GwTqDdrx3Kwl_GtksP6lFIgZpKvdos3/s1600-h/IMG_2480.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpKyuw16MhpZu8llRbr8dhPRGqOD5ds3AAgqq3_HUZWw5MriaffE9ybxJuu8mXG_Muf-2ouhpk069TzXLYxuIm2Vij6k8ye_eVJPRsem7E_qq__GwTqDdrx3Kwl_GtksP6lFIgZpKvdos3/s200/IMG_2480.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290906088605345474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCFFaEeBZcfTV98n7vpG0mvkTusZuyrb9fHVRU6yEyNPY5HOfmZHY6ijp_ZoSCEIikvvwJFiZjTBvqP-jkTSAK9fzJKy2OOJ7kGXANNdg1bWCSvM8YGEKPeNzCWr58u9O5fMCtun0NNdf/s1600-h/IMG_2481.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiCFFaEeBZcfTV98n7vpG0mvkTusZuyrb9fHVRU6yEyNPY5HOfmZHY6ijp_ZoSCEIikvvwJFiZjTBvqP-jkTSAK9fzJKy2OOJ7kGXANNdg1bWCSvM8YGEKPeNzCWr58u9O5fMCtun0NNdf/s200/IMG_2481.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290906084676566786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcofZJbbI1e3AMNCCXXvC5n5E7a8yyeqlfQIN2pskZTjcmjAfjhQBogq30PmE17VZpjdo-9G64KJQtgaWronxtxtJxIztZ7r6JzQXWg-Rh1h7scBDLpqLtGLeXWH6xOUmmj1DYwmShP18R/s1600-h/IMG_2488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcofZJbbI1e3AMNCCXXvC5n5E7a8yyeqlfQIN2pskZTjcmjAfjhQBogq30PmE17VZpjdo-9G64KJQtgaWronxtxtJxIztZ7r6JzQXWg-Rh1h7scBDLpqLtGLeXWH6xOUmmj1DYwmShP18R/s200/IMG_2488.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904372500999090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The ceiling is triple insulated for a sound barrier. First is the fluffy insulation, then this dark stinky sound board (it really smells awful) and finally the particle board that will be painted in the later pictures. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7oZ7e48vzXvOJkm0YiFRHep76-D_I3EYtpoP18sXKxZesk2iTcHI_V1eK1P2JRwU61oVhFVxcUZXnahUVmteD-HruvKfyjCEwlalV4pf0pmQ_4QJeBo8yyz2dimi5u2bKen8hMDn1GLU/s1600-h/IMG_2554.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS7oZ7e48vzXvOJkm0YiFRHep76-D_I3EYtpoP18sXKxZesk2iTcHI_V1eK1P2JRwU61oVhFVxcUZXnahUVmteD-HruvKfyjCEwlalV4pf0pmQ_4QJeBo8yyz2dimi5u2bKen8hMDn1GLU/s200/IMG_2554.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904350616089938" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This picture shows the last layer of insulating board on the ceiling. Nate has placed the wood wall up to be able to secure the upcoming shelving, otherwise the weight of the shelves and the t.v. would cause the wall to buckle. He sealed the wood. It's starting to really look nice. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGqCfIgTvoDChidvnYKyf5s7JSCBzHDIuecGB96ksQ4a3QJ37r7PkfNfWE9-lxdhTLoCKMos2BoAxF1VS4uncP9a5pQ5Ns3xbzGSNcS-5n2wg-BX9vKSv_paOlI4Z6IpkpQQF0BFURxsc/s1600-h/IMG_2549.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGqCfIgTvoDChidvnYKyf5s7JSCBzHDIuecGB96ksQ4a3QJ37r7PkfNfWE9-lxdhTLoCKMos2BoAxF1VS4uncP9a5pQ5Ns3xbzGSNcS-5n2wg-BX9vKSv_paOlI4Z6IpkpQQF0BFURxsc/s200/IMG_2549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904344060091602" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJFmh4ClCBZeAeCLaeMPhaMndkqWuwiOvqWLtAxLaMgGpG8sMFhOsB00bpSxfYQi-VVjeXKOOHkcu7zc8sTWydhku-TujX-spYMLPhlSUeY84c1FhhyU_idV_-AapsbQnyJun56TUVHU1/s1600-h/IMG_2553.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguJFmh4ClCBZeAeCLaeMPhaMndkqWuwiOvqWLtAxLaMgGpG8sMFhOsB00bpSxfYQi-VVjeXKOOHkcu7zc8sTWydhku-TujX-spYMLPhlSUeY84c1FhhyU_idV_-AapsbQnyJun56TUVHU1/s200/IMG_2553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290904339124663474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFNu7YrYrn4tjmZgWVquwi1-reytJmTzPrgJLLiTkxshgOLIb8TEt74CzAlT_GmGiffZH3q3fwOEImdWxgGQqm6oD6aNRBhyphenhyphenaqEBzQG90IlkwMT47i_tmSpwWeVYLKOnhUqGvnkSUlPJW/s1600-h/IMG_2579.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFNu7YrYrn4tjmZgWVquwi1-reytJmTzPrgJLLiTkxshgOLIb8TEt74CzAlT_GmGiffZH3q3fwOEImdWxgGQqm6oD6aNRBhyphenhyphenaqEBzQG90IlkwMT47i_tmSpwWeVYLKOnhUqGvnkSUlPJW/s200/IMG_2579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903127522871458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">The hall just after being primed.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCGZ912hiZ3qZddnsGU-8dfWWbAuUI0_TdxjYpTv6iex2soPeD8RE7YgfRcww9MTeFq5IIWR6PRkQgmT69FkmWnjosJt3_I84FeohYT_IjJK_4XWsJTawH7eAVoavugTzj4qUZQg7bUbG/s1600-h/IMG_2581.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNCGZ912hiZ3qZddnsGU-8dfWWbAuUI0_TdxjYpTv6iex2soPeD8RE7YgfRcww9MTeFq5IIWR6PRkQgmT69FkmWnjosJt3_I84FeohYT_IjJK_4XWsJTawH7eAVoavugTzj4qUZQg7bUbG/s200/IMG_2581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903119805345506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here the ceiling has been primed. I love the lighting. I call them my "twinkle lights".</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyVJQ3U1YlOYqVa90VPV_1kUm9Od7_J7aWLO83h1NKFgj2DV6WkNIoq1IusgkU1hecMFWPNKtXVEeXldQqc9VW71SZJ2rtSKISbISfmJvTn7J09vaCLRCXXMWuUEfoydYBkzP_ZRELLFA/s1600-h/IMG_2585.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYyVJQ3U1YlOYqVa90VPV_1kUm9Od7_J7aWLO83h1NKFgj2DV6WkNIoq1IusgkU1hecMFWPNKtXVEeXldQqc9VW71SZJ2rtSKISbISfmJvTn7J09vaCLRCXXMWuUEfoydYBkzP_ZRELLFA/s200/IMG_2585.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290903108498044034" /></a>My husband is really amazing. He got really sick after priming the walls and ceiling, I think because of the fumes. I am so excited I can hardly stand it. The walls and ceiling have been painted. I'll update with new pictures soon.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>Lipstick and Hangnailshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10595972483996005792noreply@blogger.com0