tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42956118860356772182024-03-05T00:17:19.675-08:00Flunkternut Farm FrenzyThe ADVENTURES of Milk Maid Supreme and her trusty band of yahoos!Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.comBlogger36125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-5071202548733148992012-02-14T13:05:00.000-08:002012-02-14T13:07:13.757-08:00Testing...Testing...I am testing this, because last time I tried to post, it wouldn't publish anything. I relationship that I have with technology is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">sooooo</span> hate/love...Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-60200416054719900692011-01-11T07:11:00.000-08:002011-01-11T08:17:23.684-08:00Random musings...So, I had surgery last Thursday. I wish I could say it was a boob job (JUST KIDDING! I struggle with the dilemma of whether I should dye the 20 grays protruding so wickedly out of the top of my chestnut head or if I should just let nature rage her vindictive fury on me and try to be happy about it :)). My last pregnancy broke my person in many ways and 3 1/2 years later I'm still broken. Doctor after doctor after doctor later, I finally found one that wanted to go in and look around. So it wasn't a big deal. It wasn't a shocker that they found a broken uterus in their wanderings of my guts. I don't want to trade Hulk in exchange for a working body though, no matter how frustrating it is that I can't do simple things like, run. As funny as that sounds, because I HATE to run, I'd like to do it when I want to, all the same. I am soooo fickle I realize. There are so many things I would like to do; rock climb (see if I can't cure myself of my fear of heights), run a marathon, surf, record an album in a professional studio (vocal/piano, just for myself)...there are many other things in my bucket. ALL of which are on hold til further notice. SIGH! These bodies are such curious things. To have one body be tirelessly exuberant (Farmer Bob :)) and one so very...NOT (mine).<br />In the mean time I have other things to keep myself occupied. Farmer Bob and I signed up for college classes. I'm a bit intimidated. I haven't gone to college in almost 14 years. Farmer Bob is going for accounting and I am going for...accounting. HANG ON!!! Before..."O...K...Interesting..." comes out of your mouth, just let me say this...<br />I know it doesn't suit my personality but it's practical and steady employment. I would always be able to find work. AND, I'll keep telling myself this same exact thing while I'm sitting at my desk and having thoughts of gouging my own eyes out with a letter opener and a ball point pen :). Thoughts induced solely from severe boredom and number overload. I'm hoping to eventually work from home (no one should have to witness the whole eye gouging thoughts thing, eek!). There are good possibilities though, for working at home.<br />I had these glorious thoughts of what I would do after all my children were in school. OH! All the things I could do! But then I took a closer look at myself and discovered that I would truly just like to sit on the couch and read book after book that I've had on my book list for years or write book after book that have been floating around in my head. It would be nice to put all their fragments together, but since I'm not interested in trying to publish, it seems like a waste of time at the present. I need steady work (part time :)) to keep me happy and with all the kids going to school my current part time employment will soon be gone.<br />While I have been recooperating from the above said procedure, I have been reading my most favorite book EVER! Jane Eyre. Charlotte's character, Helen Burns, is my favorite character in the whole book, I think, because she gives perspective to Jane and always tries to help her be a better person without harshness. In one section, Helen has just been reprimanded by a teacher for something very simple. To Jane the punishment did not fit the crime and she became very angry about it, as she is such a passionate child.<br />Jane said, "If she struck me with that rod, I should get it from her hand; I should break it under her nose."<br />Helen replied, "Probably you would do nothing of the sort..."<br />Jane then says, "It seems disgraceful to be flogged, and to be sent to stand in the middle of a room full of people; and you are such a great girl; I am far younger than you, and I could not bear it."<br />Then Helen says, which I love, "Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it. It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear."<br />I also, most of the time in fact, relate to Jane's inner response, "I heard her with wonder, I could not comprehend this doctrine of endurance; and still less could I understand or sympathize with the forbearance she expressed for her chastiser. Still I felt that Helen Burns considered things by a light invisible to my eyes. I suspected she might be right and I wrong."<br />So, those are the random musings of my mind whilst I lay here with nothing to do, whether they make sense or not :).Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-36034862144657483862011-01-05T08:53:00.000-08:002011-01-05T11:25:59.867-08:00December UpdateWell, all who know me automatically know that I HAVE to back track just a touch :). I haven't blogged for a while so there are two VERY important things that I must discuss first.<br />Item 1:<br />He did it! He did it! He did it, did it, did it!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhodlsYBcPH9GhlXVuaLb1w_6dMFmeJkLC_dPlYUEk-jYRAs8gPveKrunupoiZJtN7qqSp9KiO1wEFD_JGreMdiTK1HCTTf1J3_4KPY-nbYyEA5I4aqNUwZ2cQcg2Ipdjam57Bpih86fus/s1600/DSC00890.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558754854890128898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhodlsYBcPH9GhlXVuaLb1w_6dMFmeJkLC_dPlYUEk-jYRAs8gPveKrunupoiZJtN7qqSp9KiO1wEFD_JGreMdiTK1HCTTf1J3_4KPY-nbYyEA5I4aqNUwZ2cQcg2Ipdjam57Bpih86fus/s320/DSC00890.JPG" /></a>Hulk FINALLY decided he was ready to toilet train (and he'll probably blame me for trauma in his adult life for posting this picture). It took about half a day (thanks for the tips Aunt Kamille), he didn't have an accident for 2 days, had 2 accidents and has been a champ ever since. The kid has mastered the throne fully and even wipes his own toosh. I couldn't ask for more!<br />Item 2:<br />Yes, I let her go to school like this...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb67unp0cZk3iHard3wruQ6BoLHO_R9IJSZxlCodxQGsvgMRkXe40GaK_Xcqo87HjB4Fn5_-_-IQ8X7qH8hxWDV5rzYNUnztrXEn-tUON2RkOFbeUokpvorHUyH6aeC2iMjpRBOb8q_w/s1600/DSC00840.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558753117783888850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb67unp0cZk3iHard3wruQ6BoLHO_R9IJSZxlCodxQGsvgMRkXe40GaK_Xcqo87HjB4Fn5_-_-IQ8X7qH8hxWDV5rzYNUnztrXEn-tUON2RkOFbeUokpvorHUyH6aeC2iMjpRBOb8q_w/s320/DSC00840.JPG" /></a> Farmer Bob was ready to set up an intervention but I made him refrain. Why, you ask? Because, as unique as Princess Buttercup's tastes may be, I need her to feel good about herself at school. If this atrocious outfit makes her happy, then the chances that she'll have a good day are in the 90th percentile, don't ya think? She has come up with some real whoppers to wear, I wish I could post them all.</div><div>Now, business completed, here's our back track. We helped the kids carve pumpkins this year, like every other, but the older kids had to gut their own. They were very efficient but had no trouble expressing their dislike. Dash is smiling here but was the loudest complainer between the two. He had to get through the junk to carve this puppy and he was determined to do it.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB_gam4xj-Ud7aV1sjsDMeP6sTd6r9gJgOCm_4FaHivD50ObQkbgUf_5lQVFmaA9Zg-ze4lqmXANSyqIBilM3EehGZwTFE80tv-kPKuhQ2dfBA72Cl6covU-IwIbdXe3gGSSOb_mog-g/s1600/DSC00842.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558753094088733106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdB_gam4xj-Ud7aV1sjsDMeP6sTd6r9gJgOCm_4FaHivD50ObQkbgUf_5lQVFmaA9Zg-ze4lqmXANSyqIBilM3EehGZwTFE80tv-kPKuhQ2dfBA72Cl6covU-IwIbdXe3gGSSOb_mog-g/s320/DSC00842.JPG" /></a> Butterfly Personified did little to hide her dislike either, but persevered.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2zm-P9HVK_KGmiH-qIzYn5lgQNp51Tg7zjom4wtDKLpETJ6nj9I6_8fSJXxIQVd1S9UZOEdgEKPAyT_ydemmt2jeTsQXzBEecX9el-ojZvWKOXCXonZwUvDosxokaumrir9EyUyCcEk/s1600/DSC00844.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558753083591848322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ2zm-P9HVK_KGmiH-qIzYn5lgQNp51Tg7zjom4wtDKLpETJ6nj9I6_8fSJXxIQVd1S9UZOEdgEKPAyT_ydemmt2jeTsQXzBEecX9el-ojZvWKOXCXonZwUvDosxokaumrir9EyUyCcEk/s320/DSC00844.JPG" /></a> All the pumpkins looked great. The smaller kids decorated theirs on both sides with our fun 'Potato Head' type skewers.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIHGTVwOgLvLApJ9yBqfCINIt_e6hkVWeEuVAC0NMHvaKPHCwBHg1GUODeStowci5yOE0SUVGuEoz4pS8Rk1PaxPRIzlfJNKx7qCqB1zxMp_jkNhCUwubVPZfZWcREu4WR3VG9_eDTBo/s1600/DSC00845.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558752035821649778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipIHGTVwOgLvLApJ9yBqfCINIt_e6hkVWeEuVAC0NMHvaKPHCwBHg1GUODeStowci5yOE0SUVGuEoz4pS8Rk1PaxPRIzlfJNKx7qCqB1zxMp_jkNhCUwubVPZfZWcREu4WR3VG9_eDTBo/s320/DSC00845.JPG" /></a> And the older kids always have a blast with theirs. I think they look great! Good times!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NLDgERt0C2dc7Be16FEMcuVYxA0LjkXBUzRIZBQP7AqGb-8RsE9lwc7tPoeamMkY9f9ghQRtKwFpAcb8BJYI_b32zK0w4YSUQdgGLxa8D6KY3PNS3qTRf4UDhUR8WrftZAZeG5cA3Z4/s1600/DSC00849.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558752027030650722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-NLDgERt0C2dc7Be16FEMcuVYxA0LjkXBUzRIZBQP7AqGb-8RsE9lwc7tPoeamMkY9f9ghQRtKwFpAcb8BJYI_b32zK0w4YSUQdgGLxa8D6KY3PNS3qTRf4UDhUR8WrftZAZeG5cA3Z4/s320/DSC00849.JPG" /></a> So, we move into December now. All caught up! Wasn't that fast :). Tee hee, except the little fact that it's JANUARY now! Moving on...</div><div>We continued our tradition of gingerbread something decorating. We've done quite a few different things in the past. The first year it was attempted, we tried making a big replica of our house. Farmer Bob's step Mom was the first person I ever saw do this and I was completely fascinated. She was so good at it and made it look soooooo easy that I was SURE I could master this with no problem. Short recap...our house fell down :( ! I was not deterred though. We just moved on to smaller construction projects. This year Farmer Bob and all the kids made their own little houses and I a train...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhq2eSeDfqk03moh_aiSvOGOJEoTZx8kwNnUlSCDCNPmnwBTPYeHHDj864Z4wsHR5nGzTMBnUGRClTY_L6QeiGdaGLAdUW3SeEI1wBDzZuVP0W7UQPpSXKu11BVh7_nsmxLh3cEPfYBM/s1600/DSC00877.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558752026254770178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHhq2eSeDfqk03moh_aiSvOGOJEoTZx8kwNnUlSCDCNPmnwBTPYeHHDj864Z4wsHR5nGzTMBnUGRClTY_L6QeiGdaGLAdUW3SeEI1wBDzZuVP0W7UQPpSXKu11BVh7_nsmxLh3cEPfYBM/s320/DSC00877.JPG" /></a> Neat and orderly, like everything he does ;)...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYJ0d4eGUDn-gso8EuDG5RdmtnD6SU48i6h5_Wz9lSFo6zar7CJpgtAbxSVnaKrrRt53sSVkhdA98ayMYb6eSwRJI6iMOpCy5fEfIVeWmkJEQNXGrdMcfUxUBMbDD4aTXIXvhb2prWzs/s1600/DSC00882.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558752022816238114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAYJ0d4eGUDn-gso8EuDG5RdmtnD6SU48i6h5_Wz9lSFo6zar7CJpgtAbxSVnaKrrRt53sSVkhdA98ayMYb6eSwRJI6iMOpCy5fEfIVeWmkJEQNXGrdMcfUxUBMbDD4aTXIXvhb2prWzs/s320/DSC00882.JPG" /></a> Me train...had fun with this one this year. I made a train so I could fill the cars with goodies. I'm so smart!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRF3opAxxtqXfJwl5ZEdTXcIvoxCyos99qb-AeFTVZA5ydFP4tPqKHin8LF6e3T_fEPnExPnw7mhi_yoeLapeqvnA_n14f_wqSdpxVeN0Cjuju2cEsABdxFUPBdakGttWmIKAA38doKg/s1600/DSC00873.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558752017515907442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtRF3opAxxtqXfJwl5ZEdTXcIvoxCyos99qb-AeFTVZA5ydFP4tPqKHin8LF6e3T_fEPnExPnw7mhi_yoeLapeqvnA_n14f_wqSdpxVeN0Cjuju2cEsABdxFUPBdakGttWmIKAA38doKg/s320/DSC00873.JPG" /></a> Dainty and cute!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL352xAEK6DCwpKL4ec_cLOhlY9rwH_oMUCcoEutFNK3pOrjk4ECG1VLNK_iWk23Hpr30LVwjuYESFtb54ERSYF5nSQs2BvWqXzKWnrv2etUMgJ5bWdRMzOHnMfBJxX0uNrx0pX9xU2M/s1600/DSC00874.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750193395875458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBL352xAEK6DCwpKL4ec_cLOhlY9rwH_oMUCcoEutFNK3pOrjk4ECG1VLNK_iWk23Hpr30LVwjuYESFtb54ERSYF5nSQs2BvWqXzKWnrv2etUMgJ5bWdRMzOHnMfBJxX0uNrx0pX9xU2M/s320/DSC00874.JPG" /></a> Ready to eat! Even though he'd already eaten half of what was on the table to use.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQbYSlUyRd2Ua5fQ5gNK6Uu2qxByPcIq0JbK7qa76b39TPWPfHqjQ3Xe0ts9m3UQZpiLquQdeoYu8lZjadXdSuneZP9NZ2J9p_mRlcgqMlcnlTc-turdA9njPEOVIkvr-9hOOvypnNss/s1600/DSC00875.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750184419256066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOQbYSlUyRd2Ua5fQ5gNK6Uu2qxByPcIq0JbK7qa76b39TPWPfHqjQ3Xe0ts9m3UQZpiLquQdeoYu8lZjadXdSuneZP9NZ2J9p_mRlcgqMlcnlTc-turdA9njPEOVIkvr-9hOOvypnNss/s320/DSC00875.JPG" /></a> Do you see her house's little face with hill-billy teeth? Adorable!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnCk6cA-V3FfuN_HtyeA1CfQNmEgrekCoiWgIHGVoigjy7U9KEABClU6JUbkHlqmhtFY4-e5-JBVaW455ZVhV8vshxvRswyPF2CxaMbbbVX2PqSLAoFoLGINU5ligrtVHXOX_169IQUE/s1600/DSC00876.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750181828605570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbnCk6cA-V3FfuN_HtyeA1CfQNmEgrekCoiWgIHGVoigjy7U9KEABClU6JUbkHlqmhtFY4-e5-JBVaW455ZVhV8vshxvRswyPF2CxaMbbbVX2PqSLAoFoLGINU5ligrtVHXOX_169IQUE/s320/DSC00876.JPG" /></a> At 3, a master! I put the frosting into zip lock bags and cut the end so they can each have their own bag and truly decorate themselves. He did awesome and with not a lot of assistance. </div><div>After everyone was done and dry we arranged out Christmas town. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4N-TsVVtjarrb3ToJrrgpbrdJ3vvPWm9qfn0gT-jC1qer9y5vgJpPTIOpYAXIC1r0iYQOFZTa7NFVk77u6sz9xSVHCYhE8NULQo3K9PMqOiCOen9pmGxsnmYO3Q-EbLJEDx_scbuJuc/s1600/DSC00880.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750181703911746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq4N-TsVVtjarrb3ToJrrgpbrdJ3vvPWm9qfn0gT-jC1qer9y5vgJpPTIOpYAXIC1r0iYQOFZTa7NFVk77u6sz9xSVHCYhE8NULQo3K9PMqOiCOen9pmGxsnmYO3Q-EbLJEDx_scbuJuc/s320/DSC00880.JPG" /></a> We always have fun making this but, of coarse, the kids just want to gobble it down. It did last though Christmas though, which I was surprised. But EVERYTHING bit the dust on this one. Hardly anything was left to throw away. Waste not, want not...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aVgBlmd48_VvdGDuO1VcXwMAxPHee-QN_eKgUTg5jXgQKNkmsrmK1SedO-_Yux6grDhVxg7iW9hG0pjSByuo6_3M-y4y5ds1XKAy42sK2SPUdVlSCY6bhJqPSIE6ztPiQu0bt8R__ic/s1600/DSC00883.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558750171378748850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7aVgBlmd48_VvdGDuO1VcXwMAxPHee-QN_eKgUTg5jXgQKNkmsrmK1SedO-_Yux6grDhVxg7iW9hG0pjSByuo6_3M-y4y5ds1XKAy42sK2SPUdVlSCY6bhJqPSIE6ztPiQu0bt8R__ic/s320/DSC00883.JPG" /></a>On Christmas Eve, instead of getting just one present, Princess Buttercup got two. She lost one of her front teeth!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGe4On8eCzURej9-yChApXABB6xktECpucgnJLxkkrbSClA8jYX4pja74dRcH0DA9dQIo3JeSPeaAF3oPU5DfUUfSPzopf4r8qPxh6_NNb0FjYSUciVyG_Zy_xajLXdxr1S6Q-R0vKC_A/s1600/DSC00894.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558748778225842626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGe4On8eCzURej9-yChApXABB6xktECpucgnJLxkkrbSClA8jYX4pja74dRcH0DA9dQIo3JeSPeaAF3oPU5DfUUfSPzopf4r8qPxh6_NNb0FjYSUciVyG_Zy_xajLXdxr1S6Q-R0vKC_A/s320/DSC00894.JPG" /></a> If you ask her what happened, she'll say, "Butterfly P kicked me in the face with her foot!". But if you ask Butterfly P what happened, she'll say, "Princess B ran into my foot with her face. I had nothing to do with it." But no matter HOW it happened, she still got a dollar from the tooth fairy. </div><div>And, of coarse, tradition also states that they MUST get jammie's on Christmas Eve. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQGrt9lFTs9TjD9-vg9gHZ8o31zyQEkJlGAhx4Q6ymI8_dEDbIxRif-48M_RDC1oHYHVnqvtU_w5Sg1frZ6IRrccMu4YMUhIQZxzqf0ezXzx9tlZs7jKQqR9kKXlUHYlAxu3ip7RGA-s/s1600/DSC00893.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558748771701557154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEQGrt9lFTs9TjD9-vg9gHZ8o31zyQEkJlGAhx4Q6ymI8_dEDbIxRif-48M_RDC1oHYHVnqvtU_w5Sg1frZ6IRrccMu4YMUhIQZxzqf0ezXzx9tlZs7jKQqR9kKXlUHYlAxu3ip7RGA-s/s320/DSC00893.JPG" /></a> I love that our kids are growing up because of reason 682...they don't race downstairs and thrash into the presents without us. We were all able to come downstairs together, start with our Christmas socks, and then move onto the mine. Farmer Bob handed everybody 3 or 4 at a time and let 'em rip. It was quick and efficient, then we got right into assembly and play.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnEe6e0Uc-Yn0QkgiYs4GEYpBC-nzM0F4s9DVRyglvppWeEcd59_brAe12DebwnUvRlTR_kG093yKsv26_9nXzF3igxz_brpUH46ng1lMkf-sNzFKWRVjuCbENXtowRczRrW2hJ2G3i0/s1600/DSC00900.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558748767080358258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxnEe6e0Uc-Yn0QkgiYs4GEYpBC-nzM0F4s9DVRyglvppWeEcd59_brAe12DebwnUvRlTR_kG093yKsv26_9nXzF3igxz_brpUH46ng1lMkf-sNzFKWRVjuCbENXtowRczRrW2hJ2G3i0/s320/DSC00900.JPG" /></a> Butterfly P banked this year. She didn't have a lot to open but she got a laptop. Need I say more? Ok, she got more than that, including a bed her Daddy and I made for her AG dolls. I made the bedding but kept the bed plain so that she could pick out her own design for it. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8uVG8yR7tlUHKwqfqi14mYjLWOQIVM_kZGRMS3ZU2bEHyc6ooVTSIzY7gD7V7INYlwZSu68wEcBRU8CUWoEG958tFd4SdrqFusow98TDtcgRfXnd0ozGCC0pAoiNomCTYyiz6c5xw5k/s1600/DSC00907.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558748762903937106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW8uVG8yR7tlUHKwqfqi14mYjLWOQIVM_kZGRMS3ZU2bEHyc6ooVTSIzY7gD7V7INYlwZSu68wEcBRU8CUWoEG958tFd4SdrqFusow98TDtcgRfXnd0ozGCC0pAoiNomCTYyiz6c5xw5k/s320/DSC00907.JPG" /></a> A few days later, and viola!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZ8KXsqsD-Tk5XBDs8de4ymoSRU6y_i1OlKdIfB2ntqfzNdFevpCYb0Y2HTmbcHl1Bogdy01oYYVRgevwhfzqs2J0JxTKh2wlL0cnQLRcdImeBsE4NKulQisovDcAlFY7TdxPC6JL75s/s1600/044.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558748757695409938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZ8KXsqsD-Tk5XBDs8de4ymoSRU6y_i1OlKdIfB2ntqfzNdFevpCYb0Y2HTmbcHl1Bogdy01oYYVRgevwhfzqs2J0JxTKh2wlL0cnQLRcdImeBsE4NKulQisovDcAlFY7TdxPC6JL75s/s320/044.jpg" /></a> There's the bed ... <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQ01HlnC5wx0kndYCy0i62_uG-Yb7lNrH0foP0PCj5MsqdyqY4f-pGCbIr3EWEkw-274DTv0BT8cBeeOKqCtOx-fPYevxtM8gBBFgVXBFaJGsMOEI-4EkDaSLUaP2m88cB7BvefQ0Sw4/s1600/045.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558747977339384962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbQ01HlnC5wx0kndYCy0i62_uG-Yb7lNrH0foP0PCj5MsqdyqY4f-pGCbIr3EWEkw-274DTv0BT8cBeeOKqCtOx-fPYevxtM8gBBFgVXBFaJGsMOEI-4EkDaSLUaP2m88cB7BvefQ0Sw4/s320/045.jpg" /></a> And here with the bedding. Of coarse she loved it!</div><div>Dash has been patiently waiting for some Nerf guns. So we did oblige him this year. He also has been asking for a watch for about 6 months so we got him a really nice one, I just hope he can keep a hold of it :( ! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8fKOJAQgxjMjRqgQtn9pSrUl3WR4SqnP4Q6S3aKUu7whhxpg_QYp_qZzhaqFHk-sblc8a2NoJ_nGuZtwsn10ID-_49wqBU-ZM-DRF9ivTwki6L96dPpOYnoGnRACowJFXbX-0HUcjWE/s1600/DSC00903.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558747975315834482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip8fKOJAQgxjMjRqgQtn9pSrUl3WR4SqnP4Q6S3aKUu7whhxpg_QYp_qZzhaqFHk-sblc8a2NoJ_nGuZtwsn10ID-_49wqBU-ZM-DRF9ivTwki6L96dPpOYnoGnRACowJFXbX-0HUcjWE/s320/DSC00903.JPG" /></a> Princess B got her fare share of things. Isn't it nice when their young? A little money goes a LONG way, it's fantastic! She loves to dress up and draw, so she was given plenty of supplies for doing both. Her request to Santa this year (Dear Santa, I would like 100 Barbies please, Love, Princess B) was not ignored. But she did only get 3 Barbies, not 100. Santa dropped the ball this year! Sheesh! <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplx6T5u0eJ9e2WdWabix2rCqks5XvA7RKKIv8Z2vgLa7Rma4xPpu5nqwfPN3-2-ui10NlbOsm0BkKujIgU-bj1WrvcOoEAK7Jloi3Ke5XaetAu88D5MYA4FrVh4eP-lC_nBypee23lZs/s1600/DSC00906.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558747971773258514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiplx6T5u0eJ9e2WdWabix2rCqks5XvA7RKKIv8Z2vgLa7Rma4xPpu5nqwfPN3-2-ui10NlbOsm0BkKujIgU-bj1WrvcOoEAK7Jloi3Ke5XaetAu88D5MYA4FrVh4eP-lC_nBypee23lZs/s320/DSC00906.JPG" /></a> Hulk got a ton of trains and is in HEAVEN (heaven: as in, ALL the angels, the Mormon tab choir, AND the operatic fat lady are singing together [vibrato IN harmony and all!] heaven!). His brother even got him a Thomas the Tank baseball cap. He's livin' the dream I tell ya... <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCy-iDzNk9HUOsibtWWlH1w-8uX7VHqLLaaMyW_8tMFhuZk_eMsAMSNLxaifHZ8IeeidKELllH948PmbgjIf2iAB_JlYG33cxfmjmttFg5EbYnkhByGVO22CsBcR3KayNmAT3VkyRh0Y/s1600/DSC00905.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558747968227183010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsCy-iDzNk9HUOsibtWWlH1w-8uX7VHqLLaaMyW_8tMFhuZk_eMsAMSNLxaifHZ8IeeidKELllH948PmbgjIf2iAB_JlYG33cxfmjmttFg5EbYnkhByGVO22CsBcR3KayNmAT3VkyRh0Y/s320/DSC00905.JPG" /></a>But now I must reserve a very special section in this post for the amazing.....</div><div>CRANIUM CREATION HATS!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrOZTl8islOduqTbaBmpSbDEpenCNyaKHZzkBIoRlzLXdnYViFY1yXrL_dDNYzRPVY4Z6brI1uNtXs3AdK-6D4R5WH7fJUSMUoL3kC_jCdjdwMe95dcNuy-IjHgX285ZAVTC5VkpMixU/s1600/DSC00902.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558747961313726306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrOZTl8islOduqTbaBmpSbDEpenCNyaKHZzkBIoRlzLXdnYViFY1yXrL_dDNYzRPVY4Z6brI1uNtXs3AdK-6D4R5WH7fJUSMUoL3kC_jCdjdwMe95dcNuy-IjHgX285ZAVTC5VkpMixU/s320/DSC00902.JPG" /></a> My bestest friend is a crochet whiz and she sent us all these adorable hats...<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6d3baYBgf4EO2LlQ4Pb-pxeEikvON3LJes_5CnpH7uz15-lhCsUnb3xDqJmPyk3UJMdvq7BgsZ_oI9lhsYrFWOYf95FAILJuYsLvyL3wJVdmyt1L08UTDkYE-XK3H1WRCLIx1KbeMcmY/s1600/040.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558746778241064114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6d3baYBgf4EO2LlQ4Pb-pxeEikvON3LJes_5CnpH7uz15-lhCsUnb3xDqJmPyk3UJMdvq7BgsZ_oI9lhsYrFWOYf95FAILJuYsLvyL3wJVdmyt1L08UTDkYE-XK3H1WRCLIx1KbeMcmY/s320/040.jpg" /></a> One of mine... (the owl hat of mine you saw in the family picture)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvDMN5kpsVTnEHyjIdsVdNj8_Nrh0SwCx_JiTQnrY1gXOWVlY48KqHEGbi7WtPRqyxYW-a4LlBJlpZ5yVk8s2zVlnaVo3Mz60becmFfvwVbh85Bl16Xhp_5S3XzktvRZTEtwcSq2G_zU/s1600/042.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558746778561828882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMvDMN5kpsVTnEHyjIdsVdNj8_Nrh0SwCx_JiTQnrY1gXOWVlY48KqHEGbi7WtPRqyxYW-a4LlBJlpZ5yVk8s2zVlnaVo3Mz60becmFfvwVbh85Bl16Xhp_5S3XzktvRZTEtwcSq2G_zU/s320/042.jpg" /></a> Butterfly P's...<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558746772930865442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN1V8bv4ol3-Pk4m6HW752hMfTxhI8fI4GvjAFmXjNkFKrrpFoj1j5GdzDgHKyilkle8Y6ZLhwvRywY21MzBLv0sYeXbtS-X3rymDaygppt_1_SV2KPTpZO19MXCdvJ0iTQNg-A5PTcBI/s320/043.jpg" />The boy's...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YD66C1EJ76sEaMha1TCRfk8sVSGfjIYTgSSCOuwFW5w9zflZD_-UGXXBhu5pLRiFL7mhGGgmwsIvuwdz5SBcutG6jEqhegFDMGa6ZIHxOOqIrLm8Hyb7pYFqDIvqL5QTJFQV5sfiAe0/s1600/041.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558746773217020050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YD66C1EJ76sEaMha1TCRfk8sVSGfjIYTgSSCOuwFW5w9zflZD_-UGXXBhu5pLRiFL7mhGGgmwsIvuwdz5SBcutG6jEqhegFDMGa6ZIHxOOqIrLm8Hyb7pYFqDIvqL5QTJFQV5sfiAe0/s320/041.jpg" /></a> Princess B's... I LOVE!!!!!!!!! them. But now Butterfly P is pining for an owl hat too. I don't blame her! </div><div>So, in short, we had a wonderful December. I loved having the kids home for Christmas break but Farmer Bob worked every holiday. I guess we're used to it but it's still pretty suckish. New Year's Eve I spent with some girlfriends, eating and talking it up. I was still able to come home and kiss my man though, as is proper for the new year!</div><div>Time moves on still. Things to do, things to do!</div><div>No rest for the weary...</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-81211773249590216002010-10-23T18:32:00.000-07:002010-10-23T18:44:19.833-07:00Here's a good one...So, Butterfly P. was watching Percy Jackson and made the comment that she didn't realize there was a Lady Gaga song in the movie. Then she started to giggle rapturously and said, "Hey mama, how do you wake up Lady Gaga?" Thinking this question strange and out of context I answered bemusedly, "I don't know, how?". Then she said, "Poker face!" HAAAAAA! HEEEEE! HAAA! Ahhh, simple, but funny! And if you don't think it that funny, I have a suggestion. Imagine walking into a room where the Lady is sleeping serenely on a bed of puffy, pink, satin pillows, her blond locks splayed out just so. Then real quiet like, sneak over to her, AND... poke her face! HARD! Can't you just see it now? That's funny stuff right there!!!Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-23213518702290745842010-10-10T18:30:00.000-07:002010-10-11T13:57:32.512-07:00I told you I wasn't a good journaler...is journaler even a word?..it is now!Needless to say, it's been a LONG time since I've blogged. So many things have happened, of coarse, cuz it's been eight months. Sheesh! So I'm going to give you the low down really fast. Ready? 1...2...3...Go...<br /><br />- Chris can't do his job anymore (long story, not going to explain Cuz this is supposed to be a FAST recap)! We have to move!<br /><br />- What are we going to do?<br /><br />- "I'm going to go back to school," says Farmer Bob.<br /><br />- "Golly babe! Let's move back home," says Milk Maid Supreme.<br /><br />- Scramble, scramble.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sl2kixoh1S8l5K_GM-xXzoXRgETRHhAPeOu8xsdzqyYZ_h7ynRzip-2vrtID__1DXgMIU5zNAeYzGrugSwmcaN84Ue_bUdR64_hyphenhyphenEQHpfpt0PCi8kqBdYwZfR3tM8bcXJl-1h1f4_vQ/s1600/DSC00559.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526596958514790418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-sl2kixoh1S8l5K_GM-xXzoXRgETRHhAPeOu8xsdzqyYZ_h7ynRzip-2vrtID__1DXgMIU5zNAeYzGrugSwmcaN84Ue_bUdR64_hyphenhyphenEQHpfpt0PCi8kqBdYwZfR3tM8bcXJl-1h1f4_vQ/s320/DSC00559.JPG" /></a>- We started using the wood burner to heat the house, brrrrr, stay warm guys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWILgplaoxRSUrPehJX6DZBw0kpm7f6Fo5vaYRU2gUEymE6dYxlBoA-FI0oUqQFSls7Fbuoq6MRdubjPIqlMbbWDryGpUgtPDiS2rmiTUTL7rniRzMmsDyTXUfubX5PQG6acpI49xkJQQ/s1600/DSC00579.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526596709874165602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWILgplaoxRSUrPehJX6DZBw0kpm7f6Fo5vaYRU2gUEymE6dYxlBoA-FI0oUqQFSls7Fbuoq6MRdubjPIqlMbbWDryGpUgtPDiS2rmiTUTL7rniRzMmsDyTXUfubX5PQG6acpI49xkJQQ/s320/DSC00579.JPG" /></a>- Princess Buttercup turned five and since everyone knows that I'm a celebration hum bug I had her make her own cake,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_2EVKM9JxL18DiAokj3Atw-AEh4O9wDd1OTpxL7hgRsM3xOBFCywZdx3gcKNLlcNhzYklepuKxqcNk1Z6N9SJBRMVPd5UO5MAy1_PYlI6I-ntb0ZsC1lU8b_Dx3ufrhXZYjHxXQceAR0/s1600/DSC00583.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526596702248182018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_2EVKM9JxL18DiAokj3Atw-AEh4O9wDd1OTpxL7hgRsM3xOBFCywZdx3gcKNLlcNhzYklepuKxqcNk1Z6N9SJBRMVPd5UO5MAy1_PYlI6I-ntb0ZsC1lU8b_Dx3ufrhXZYjHxXQceAR0/s320/DSC00583.JPG" /></a> - And she did a freakin' good job I'd say,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFgEOR9yKEM-SC0BK0990_2h_q1FgcZKB-2pl_tgba-IZUxXYVhcrqpsr63tNp8IMeCWZA4NVIOUa7UyiY3npFPT61Zpyp-8gscSMYMnB1pgO60UuECcz7B78eFy2eEL1xxBt_5qaRVc/s1600/DSC00585.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526596698387798178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFgEOR9yKEM-SC0BK0990_2h_q1FgcZKB-2pl_tgba-IZUxXYVhcrqpsr63tNp8IMeCWZA4NVIOUa7UyiY3npFPT61Zpyp-8gscSMYMnB1pgO60UuECcz7B78eFy2eEL1xxBt_5qaRVc/s320/DSC00585.JPG" /></a> - But for some reason had a hard time blowing out her candles. She is a princess though...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmw5L6UPHr-mKfdpTl3AbjmWnxQMsE_EqCpht2ynWErJFtJmAUlG_s-DL-LWYhaPDn7t5_8YfFUQDDLTo4NJryneZOs6nY1QiwWDydAyRz38ls8X0Gzw5bi7uxoeIuhQ08Udyxit6Vqs/s1600/DSC00596.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526596694140910834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcmw5L6UPHr-mKfdpTl3AbjmWnxQMsE_EqCpht2ynWErJFtJmAUlG_s-DL-LWYhaPDn7t5_8YfFUQDDLTo4NJryneZOs6nY1QiwWDydAyRz38ls8X0Gzw5bi7uxoeIuhQ08Udyxit6Vqs/s320/DSC00596.JPG" /></a> - She banked on Tinkerbell <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paraphernalia</span> and other stuff and enjoyed her day with her best buddy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicUf_QRuz3DBhjsYEBYvl8nWQY9TT4m-gJMgs8zZhJB9zOs2Pvmif0Vz4Fq-dWny1UU30l8ePFPX21FiigsKcVhTp1uPvG3A5QVZViRD2_KJXX0KI8WfAyZPnk-B4VuQvKphSf8wFIyw/s1600/DSC00637.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526596689490472754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjicUf_QRuz3DBhjsYEBYvl8nWQY9TT4m-gJMgs8zZhJB9zOs2Pvmif0Vz4Fq-dWny1UU30l8ePFPX21FiigsKcVhTp1uPvG3A5QVZViRD2_KJXX0KI8WfAyZPnk-B4VuQvKphSf8wFIyw/s320/DSC00637.JPG" /></a>- The kids all had a snow day and chose to spend it shoveling the driveway (I'm not complaining) but I sure do miss them now that they go to public school.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw836b_TeTbRchjNceiMLr_KaqZuj5abUa53lWqAdNnA9Otq_f1pvikcus9xqFGFY29I0W65TmXKVZtgiyjWe-HLM1JAREVeqBv1C2CzBMk6pZSOmpHii1XyOjvUw-I6C-jny7iGYWeEA/s1600/DSC00640.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526595644151950018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw836b_TeTbRchjNceiMLr_KaqZuj5abUa53lWqAdNnA9Otq_f1pvikcus9xqFGFY29I0W65TmXKVZtgiyjWe-HLM1JAREVeqBv1C2CzBMk6pZSOmpHii1XyOjvUw-I6C-jny7iGYWeEA/s320/DSC00640.JPG" /></a>- Since we have to move I started emptying out the freezer. Yummy cherries.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_CtTZNbk1ht2S_eSgdnHT8ez-mkn6Z3pTjmn1F5bxoQqwY4U25YViL3o3ZWntmbS9zgHaUAOYZTxxVuBnDhKSySmsidNqPWXh466OfIJETvRHtsabFR75timUi-O-FsKZaOKZsZ_2zs/s1600/DSC00643.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526595637022235058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3_CtTZNbk1ht2S_eSgdnHT8ez-mkn6Z3pTjmn1F5bxoQqwY4U25YViL3o3ZWntmbS9zgHaUAOYZTxxVuBnDhKSySmsidNqPWXh466OfIJETvRHtsabFR75timUi-O-FsKZaOKZsZ_2zs/s320/DSC00643.JPG" /></a> - Next is Dash's turn for a birthday. He had NO trouble blowing out his candles and then we all proceeded to eat his DNA. Yummy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1TBZOXFTbzlgiIa_QZrXg-xv0D_mczDFAndVVIR6patIU2hzW7wytAT60Rg41MYr1H8McBBmaAfJLqvXmij_u9Qj0PONUQTZD8iirtW98X6ilXG5Hd8tqDQ-MWPf6m5oz4h_qG8qFnk/s1600/DSC00648.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526595633093363218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh1TBZOXFTbzlgiIa_QZrXg-xv0D_mczDFAndVVIR6patIU2hzW7wytAT60Rg41MYr1H8McBBmaAfJLqvXmij_u9Qj0PONUQTZD8iirtW98X6ilXG5Hd8tqDQ-MWPf6m5oz4h_qG8qFnk/s320/DSC00648.JPG" /></a> - He got a few things to go with his DS, which he would play all day long if he had the chance.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCsVLzISYfc-JYj7LtTMmrJtIWkCnfmXlPShXTQRRWiBIG41GopF2oo2KAjIyC2k0lVFpGCtrf2Ci99v47jXIUIl7E3b51tmgSALFx__-gVM4tuMXE33eWtiHvttVbojLCosZlC-OgNc/s1600/DSC00702.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526595626370847858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinCsVLzISYfc-JYj7LtTMmrJtIWkCnfmXlPShXTQRRWiBIG41GopF2oo2KAjIyC2k0lVFpGCtrf2Ci99v47jXIUIl7E3b51tmgSALFx__-gVM4tuMXE33eWtiHvttVbojLCosZlC-OgNc/s320/DSC00702.JPG" /></a> - I had to take the stinky cat to the vet, who freaked out in the car and put his fangs through my fingernail. This pic was taken when it started to look BETTER. The whole top of my nail came off. Totally vomitous, let me tell you!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5ThFAQjGeBaow-THQbJmxMLOtmkaWM9OSPz0a8BM_dSTseH3vkKh-w4HzjAslY1zE4tsENSAfy3NoLO5pLxhizKwd2xMm1mnuCBQOw7vwR_9QkSC2wUjSAs-rdupUKvZM_YxMU5oYjs/s1600/DSC00704.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526595621970134834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY5ThFAQjGeBaow-THQbJmxMLOtmkaWM9OSPz0a8BM_dSTseH3vkKh-w4HzjAslY1zE4tsENSAfy3NoLO5pLxhizKwd2xMm1mnuCBQOw7vwR_9QkSC2wUjSAs-rdupUKvZM_YxMU5oYjs/s320/DSC00704.JPG" /></a> - Through all the packing and house remodels Farmer Bob still took time to take his two sweeties to the Princess Ball. They had a blast! What a good Daddy!Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-51116249396431839552010-10-10T15:44:00.000-07:002010-10-11T13:55:38.137-07:00I told you I wasn't a good journaler...is journaler even a word?..it is now!(part two of FAST recap!)<br /><br />- Work, Work, Work... on the house.<br /><br />- Packed up everything that we didn't absolutely need.<br /><br />- Farmer Bob went in for surgery.<br /><br />- Yard work, yard work, yard work.<br /><br />- Sheesh I need break. Let's go camping!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7FtaK8_HpCVZ8b5CDt5vTPvpIpkGtLMorYSf4UXxx_nAQ7XBqiscMpWdJvh1ZieY3jbkbgEDAokzj6NrGFgOHKwj2gZHi9wwRTd5vJp-wOJZ4b1ucUWA6Syx-o00nzpjG5GpgjqjlR8/s1600/DSC00714.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594629986390562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh7FtaK8_HpCVZ8b5CDt5vTPvpIpkGtLMorYSf4UXxx_nAQ7XBqiscMpWdJvh1ZieY3jbkbgEDAokzj6NrGFgOHKwj2gZHi9wwRTd5vJp-wOJZ4b1ucUWA6Syx-o00nzpjG5GpgjqjlR8/s320/DSC00714.JPG" /></a>- Went to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Mohican</span> State Park with our dear friends and played.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4QbqOyTBxwhNwHJy6sPiSkQx-a01aiNBCCm1QLFKp9CFiySsMmCL9G9SBtVZ-6NlKCDjBMVeYqbFgtKXRys8upo4vfnbX7tEc6gNh3-ON8JoqjvGlF__hSr7xoQdPmVhyAG82gQbf8M/s1600/DSC00709.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594622826201778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4QbqOyTBxwhNwHJy6sPiSkQx-a01aiNBCCm1QLFKp9CFiySsMmCL9G9SBtVZ-6NlKCDjBMVeYqbFgtKXRys8upo4vfnbX7tEc6gNh3-ON8JoqjvGlF__hSr7xoQdPmVhyAG82gQbf8M/s320/DSC00709.JPG" /></a> - Hulk is still in diapers but waded happily through the river none the less...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIokMjziHotKaoajvv_B2xa1gKjeM2sVzUYS6jXKqdvc-tv61drU7fgmf9a35K_ccnPOcqn08PJjmcMdW9hqzIFntQKJ-WEiZ217Jn2zYEvHrWG2wj6Nol5xr7HuHyYUtUkBquzWqtlFE/s1600/DSC00712.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594207139724722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIokMjziHotKaoajvv_B2xa1gKjeM2sVzUYS6jXKqdvc-tv61drU7fgmf9a35K_ccnPOcqn08PJjmcMdW9hqzIFntQKJ-WEiZ217Jn2zYEvHrWG2wj6Nol5xr7HuHyYUtUkBquzWqtlFE/s320/DSC00712.JPG" /></a> - Princess Buttercup certainly enjoyed herself...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUSUS_LL77r8zr9NYinWUYhS5gukrcV-BAyEpQTR7-9Mo43kP900bDQ8IBz94NwpqGY-VP-60w4BUXlHBp0cvTcH5FzAOOU3SNxUjAynanTprcUbyzvEhH968iXMzEa5HzPLOcKzK8R4/s1600/DSC00710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594200897912642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrUSUS_LL77r8zr9NYinWUYhS5gukrcV-BAyEpQTR7-9Mo43kP900bDQ8IBz94NwpqGY-VP-60w4BUXlHBp0cvTcH5FzAOOU3SNxUjAynanTprcUbyzvEhH968iXMzEa5HzPLOcKzK8R4/s320/DSC00710.JPG" /></a> - Farmer Bob helped Dash break his finder (by accident! He felt SOOOOO bad!) and he had to spend his whole vacation with his hand above his head. Doesn't look like it bothered him though...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvUYUtqjr08Adycb-ZG7M0WMuGpDCXGyOZygkPQTmpSvkf2wRp_RFDBooo54n3gP1Xu27T8cnQUPJvXazmIYSWqr2feSV-C-BSknDNhk9JYvasgRpyzWE-gc2f__8gSeTk5egyXceHNY/s1600/DSC00718.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594197327321922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCvUYUtqjr08Adycb-ZG7M0WMuGpDCXGyOZygkPQTmpSvkf2wRp_RFDBooo54n3gP1Xu27T8cnQUPJvXazmIYSWqr2feSV-C-BSknDNhk9JYvasgRpyzWE-gc2f__8gSeTk5egyXceHNY/s320/DSC00718.JPG" /></a> - Butterfly Personified loves the water! She found loads of rocks that she brought home (yay for me! :() and a fresh water clam. No, she wasn't allowed to bring that puppy home!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCAc7A-HTgAOziE2A0jkmKYbuY-buVAG2OF6fKyxrI0y8bw7JAbknbtSJlI2o3hAPiVPkegQzpuNuQCechkytdWrdvMwSyTy2Po6F0FiXBGssi6Y2c17eCCg-4qvxKkPEcBD_ANeMnSU/s1600/DSC00719.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594194898816930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOCAc7A-HTgAOziE2A0jkmKYbuY-buVAG2OF6fKyxrI0y8bw7JAbknbtSJlI2o3hAPiVPkegQzpuNuQCechkytdWrdvMwSyTy2Po6F0FiXBGssi6Y2c17eCCg-4qvxKkPEcBD_ANeMnSU/s320/DSC00719.JPG" /></a> - As we walked back to the camp site from playing in the river, Hulk stated loosing his diaper. Wish you could have been there, it was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hilarious</span>!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xJU3w8Oa-x2XFe5YunCNDvP9LHJbZ6k6axxOhgUQYkiFpA0EuF0T5CgBbHecMqBNbs93ADcmVIVqjOcJ4KY5U6WE1VY0COQzUAhjushaFX51O5zI3ZgOwyYYzQrdcxX2R1w-AKD34Ks/s1600/DSC00721.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526594186509820914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xJU3w8Oa-x2XFe5YunCNDvP9LHJbZ6k6axxOhgUQYkiFpA0EuF0T5CgBbHecMqBNbs93ADcmVIVqjOcJ4KY5U6WE1VY0COQzUAhjushaFX51O5zI3ZgOwyYYzQrdcxX2R1w-AKD34Ks/s320/DSC00721.JPG" /></a> - There's Farmer Bob being Farmer Bob. Golly, but I love that fool!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZSKvs4Ewwf39uLhWT9UOIbRobliHTqsj6KuQmCp6NEqju8U2N9xL1A2PIq7kRv-Q1FcnfzLDoRWKvnzKt4rwdIx7036lzJGAK1YsHtxNkAzUnexcGdlI7nTjpcurQu9lbKrMiNLFDyk/s1600/DSC00727.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526593441578328802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGZSKvs4Ewwf39uLhWT9UOIbRobliHTqsj6KuQmCp6NEqju8U2N9xL1A2PIq7kRv-Q1FcnfzLDoRWKvnzKt4rwdIx7036lzJGAK1YsHtxNkAzUnexcGdlI7nTjpcurQu9lbKrMiNLFDyk/s320/DSC00727.JPG" /></a> - This was a fire tower that you could climb. For everyone who knows me well you know that I not so graciously declined the offer.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWYxldsIbGtSA97zM3N5UOghQdW2knA2n0wKR8udI-sUEzALN1BDyCh33tK22qHMVuAL_SPv3qI4mz4xSW6HQRzaDyVeaLrl62wLTrskNk-e9fnUjCXsxwNvxllh-sulxlzV7yg1szBo/s1600/DSC00725.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526593439053078194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAWYxldsIbGtSA97zM3N5UOghQdW2knA2n0wKR8udI-sUEzALN1BDyCh33tK22qHMVuAL_SPv3qI4mz4xSW6HQRzaDyVeaLrl62wLTrskNk-e9fnUjCXsxwNvxllh-sulxlzV7yg1szBo/s320/DSC00725.JPG" /></a> - The view from the top of the tower...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvXrzwVmM9CyBj86z82-GQDSr5m1Es0cJq-tXI9GHusfyhmS9YgpcQREyv93mE3HslULy3IBHHQ-7r2n26j28xxP__HYY2TMgKLs5UbSvZtdNs_-8OaH0cXeCdlPaNoIdpofhzMkBjF8/s1600/DSC00726.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526593430201491202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAvXrzwVmM9CyBj86z82-GQDSr5m1Es0cJq-tXI9GHusfyhmS9YgpcQREyv93mE3HslULy3IBHHQ-7r2n26j28xxP__HYY2TMgKLs5UbSvZtdNs_-8OaH0cXeCdlPaNoIdpofhzMkBjF8/s320/DSC00726.JPG" /></a> - Nobody else in the fam made it up except my little dare-devil. I was able to raise the others with SOME <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">semblance</span> of self-preservation.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRgmNPk4aqD9t7o4n_cYRJpcGNhPWYacYM_WUNl26xwjQ7Mp30bYY8WHjjRfpfxyHdRe0lxRFU4xlvtgyWTDuki3ksJNGNkhQ77Ex5oseLiW66ciEHTf5JeFSC-Qyqv2T-BwB-prUEP8/s1600/DSC00733.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526593423582671410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRgmNPk4aqD9t7o4n_cYRJpcGNhPWYacYM_WUNl26xwjQ7Mp30bYY8WHjjRfpfxyHdRe0lxRFU4xlvtgyWTDuki3ksJNGNkhQ77Ex5oseLiW66ciEHTf5JeFSC-Qyqv2T-BwB-prUEP8/s320/DSC00733.JPG" /></a> - OOOOHHH, aren't we soooo cute!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNIJOz28FL6uEwg6RRzLiH8CA8fE9tIadzM_76jcf-Qro9vbZTWFfX3xTtVCgM7zBenqXQujJyXzF42chzzXNaSHy7hkNFEUwTXmYT3SeP6le1-CtW3j-A5yhequR_sfDsK1gUgsEsgg/s1600/DSC00740.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526593419946758050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlNIJOz28FL6uEwg6RRzLiH8CA8fE9tIadzM_76jcf-Qro9vbZTWFfX3xTtVCgM7zBenqXQujJyXzF42chzzXNaSHy7hkNFEUwTXmYT3SeP6le1-CtW3j-A5yhequR_sfDsK1gUgsEsgg/s320/DSC00740.JPG" /></a> - It was very pretty scenery, no? Dash is quite the stud up there!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKb71nw8NFK6rW91GddILY8J_jpkucYLvuB8ukF_ffBQlEHxLmzdKzHwfF5lFBstyK5D3tL45varbQubmawH1GB9wK9UpEeIlSDmilj-hUy7Gcuq9PMRSuSyB6dqnXFEsfUgoxMvkOJr8/s1600/DSC00745.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526592625751412018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKb71nw8NFK6rW91GddILY8J_jpkucYLvuB8ukF_ffBQlEHxLmzdKzHwfF5lFBstyK5D3tL45varbQubmawH1GB9wK9UpEeIlSDmilj-hUy7Gcuq9PMRSuSyB6dqnXFEsfUgoxMvkOJr8/s320/DSC00745.JPG" /></a> - We saw all kinds of Nature (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">I'm</span> using that word loosely!) on our ramblings in the woods that I would NOT be sad to NEVER see again...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HLnRnndnPPz_6fMe1_MIQpd07F_rrpH_MaY8P2vdnxlu4LiHtMnLz2mJg1JzvIT6W6uJIxLflC3LcEq7zzgvqzQseYN-dk3Bc_dWK8a0I-er2XlCIQ8E1OTJEvND9DNxbj8pBY2DOVQ/s1600/DSC00755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526592622149511314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4HLnRnndnPPz_6fMe1_MIQpd07F_rrpH_MaY8P2vdnxlu4LiHtMnLz2mJg1JzvIT6W6uJIxLflC3LcEq7zzgvqzQseYN-dk3Bc_dWK8a0I-er2XlCIQ8E1OTJEvND9DNxbj8pBY2DOVQ/s320/DSC00755.JPG" /></a> - But there are also MANY kinds of fungi around and this one was, by far, the coolest I think I've seen. We had to come home sometime. Goodbye bugs!<br /><br />- We looked at all our options and decided...<br /><br />- J/K, we're not moving. "Let's tell everyone," says Milk Maid Supreme.<br /><br />- "We'd like to call you as the Relief Society President," says Bishop.<br />- SHEESH!<br /><br /><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnKBuOdOR53umOVCekhZtpi61WXLh1V_CGXEnRkgBzKqnlyJTqnx9oOiEgHicl5e9Ms0NH94b3ysexUBIylH5HE6U9OSiFyVpSB1WFonsK2Y7PZxtlUyH5egNz9vg0v1Ym9XxrIcBVfY/s1600/DSC00759.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526592618776645618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnKBuOdOR53umOVCekhZtpi61WXLh1V_CGXEnRkgBzKqnlyJTqnx9oOiEgHicl5e9Ms0NH94b3ysexUBIylH5HE6U9OSiFyVpSB1WFonsK2Y7PZxtlUyH5egNz9vg0v1Ym9XxrIcBVfY/s320/DSC00759.JPG" /></a> - Since we're not moving the kids went back to public school here and Princess Buttercup started Kindergarten. She was soooo happy she STILL hasn't stopped giggling about it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWyjktKGAFph8WChKscZT3fH_T84apwHbh0M9DvnmfIxsBGqShEoPIS4focPjQerapVmcxsFrhPYBEEXBW03g0LrYexdNc9DU8FMLxDmN9RQHWBxqiIEp8uNuFOTEGKKo_KTM-pNkITY/s1600/DSC00772.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526592609985539922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVWyjktKGAFph8WChKscZT3fH_T84apwHbh0M9DvnmfIxsBGqShEoPIS4focPjQerapVmcxsFrhPYBEEXBW03g0LrYexdNc9DU8FMLxDmN9RQHWBxqiIEp8uNuFOTEGKKo_KTM-pNkITY/s320/DSC00772.JPG" /></a> - Now it's Hulk's turn for a birthday. He had over quite a lot of his adorable little friends and they played for a while. Since the boy doesn't like cake we had a doughnut party. Happy 3!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCLMUUPPykW2L8UR39iPx7L46Zgz6hTgPLxLtqvtuZaKvTC4GLmpOfvMwwD3FMOCbaBwkicH2gLfw43sejc9MGVE6tIi9pFVOU028g_mXQyV5XxjsqsYsIx7hm67vShEi5mYGjy3YG4M/s1600/DSC00774.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526592604403144194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsCLMUUPPykW2L8UR39iPx7L46Zgz6hTgPLxLtqvtuZaKvTC4GLmpOfvMwwD3FMOCbaBwkicH2gLfw43sejc9MGVE6tIi9pFVOU028g_mXQyV5XxjsqsYsIx7hm67vShEi5mYGjy3YG4M/s320/DSC00774.JPG" /></a> - He didn't have a hard time blowing his candle out either but since it was a doughnut he got his own DNA back. I'm going to remember that for next time...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrBfx-ImYyogm_b9cYLXq2GRuIJP6S_sOcpFUShsgMRqAGdl4e_imv9NaSd7BYBbhWhU9jhKrUnxIWF3e3qVV6lAxPZPeFMj8i3JPR4pZPoOaCp3ep360WDpFa6tj523rnQ5_fT5Nkug/s1600/DSC00779.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526591508397140626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrBfx-ImYyogm_b9cYLXq2GRuIJP6S_sOcpFUShsgMRqAGdl4e_imv9NaSd7BYBbhWhU9jhKrUnxIWF3e3qVV6lAxPZPeFMj8i3JPR4pZPoOaCp3ep360WDpFa6tj523rnQ5_fT5Nkug/s320/DSC00779.JPG" /></a> - Dig in you guys! Yummy!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCdSky22tk5x-XIznOh4u4iySkBW-IM2g9y9S_c_AcRtDLwYEn_mOprtWsss4zhQwLWHTlBoqt3WMkqtbGPUerFZkYIK0tAv8MyUiXhcMsbmpm-ode-HBsOArnYNbDmBrNjwKWGxtp74/s1600/DSC00782.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526591502550535234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVCdSky22tk5x-XIznOh4u4iySkBW-IM2g9y9S_c_AcRtDLwYEn_mOprtWsss4zhQwLWHTlBoqt3WMkqtbGPUerFZkYIK0tAv8MyUiXhcMsbmpm-ode-HBsOArnYNbDmBrNjwKWGxtp74/s320/DSC00782.JPG" /></a> - Not too bad there boss!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5vTSEaTf_7W76Z3ACBlZ04jedAZxsIq2_grNM5Xz0WktdOG5Y82barvBdiE7ayDsa7jahLSDZ2IUvEycUhIpDA50nBF5_wXHiRBCzVeMlkKO_ueibKHI7q7fGjoKQJOAo2iuiVJBGxk/s1600/DSC00796.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526591490741949506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO5vTSEaTf_7W76Z3ACBlZ04jedAZxsIq2_grNM5Xz0WktdOG5Y82barvBdiE7ayDsa7jahLSDZ2IUvEycUhIpDA50nBF5_wXHiRBCzVeMlkKO_ueibKHI7q7fGjoKQJOAo2iuiVJBGxk/s320/DSC00796.JPG" /></a> - Now it's Farmer Bob's turn. The big 32! Gosh, but he's hot!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VSTkt-b9VTO0x1Q8DjfZpirG3E4QJ-D56nQ3bW1ZbAUmgPW-v1lW6yORFgeOSBv73e1I7WZWVsEd33X_L2NQ3VaIfx3tPeBmQ9KT3LfHZZh5FrzsmKDllR67NckGuXj16TRsN-D4_Po/s1600/DSC00771.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526591488123792466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9VSTkt-b9VTO0x1Q8DjfZpirG3E4QJ-D56nQ3bW1ZbAUmgPW-v1lW6yORFgeOSBv73e1I7WZWVsEd33X_L2NQ3VaIfx3tPeBmQ9KT3LfHZZh5FrzsmKDllR67NckGuXj16TRsN-D4_Po/s320/DSC00771.JPG" /></a> - Now it's Butterfly Personified's turn for a birthday. What a dainty blower!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQVj_I_q2lccBv_MFcsG8-ss7zLoHaacZ33oqd-f3c3yue5tzbnYdLzhUGe6641jT9gnVScljM05_FJU2xBBDLU_O2SdzOLjcg-ZF2zE7GGLGAmYyaE5m651MmFbxnHRhyKd2goGg_ys/s1600/DSC00768.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526591485611976306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPQVj_I_q2lccBv_MFcsG8-ss7zLoHaacZ33oqd-f3c3yue5tzbnYdLzhUGe6641jT9gnVScljM05_FJU2xBBDLU_O2SdzOLjcg-ZF2zE7GGLGAmYyaE5m651MmFbxnHRhyKd2goGg_ys/s320/DSC00768.JPG" /></a> - She was super excited to get her flute out of all her presents. She's been playing and is making great improvement. She's a natural!</p><br /><p>- "So what's the plan?" says Milk Maid Supreme.</p><br /><p>- "We're going to go back to school and stay where we are right now," says Farmer Bob. </p><br /><p>- "WE?" says Milk Maid Supreme.</p><br /><p>- "Yes! WE," says Farmer Bob.</p><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsgiduFfxz_ODs-flQdWUoVsp4fHnak9j8Rnf4hivPEzEe8_teqaJXtHPv6hRMHCWJiYkYt4KUSsqBp_1XtvDIVo0V3P9MvHGXnMPrMGGZuST6fOkES5LIYn0jJQ8OuIrRo3DtRuAXhw/s1600/DSC00815.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526552611331415058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsgiduFfxz_ODs-flQdWUoVsp4fHnak9j8Rnf4hivPEzEe8_teqaJXtHPv6hRMHCWJiYkYt4KUSsqBp_1XtvDIVo0V3P9MvHGXnMPrMGGZuST6fOkES5LIYn0jJQ8OuIrRo3DtRuAXhw/s320/DSC00815.JPG" /></a> - SHEESH! I'm tired, how about you?</p>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-43874576585907226712010-02-09T13:00:00.000-08:002010-02-09T13:06:35.855-08:00Princess Buttercup, I love YOU!On Sunday we went to dinner at a friends house. They are the people who bought Jenny May and they live in Pennsylvania. We get together and see our dear lady cow and have a good time. We ended up losing track of time and didn't leave until after eight. So, we're in the car driving home - it takes about thirty minutes - and Princess Buttercup is yawning like crazy. She asks Farmer Bob if it's okay that she fall asleep in the car and he said sure thing, go right ahead. After a little bit she heaves a sigh and then says: "OH MY! What ARE we going to do now! I'm tired AND hungry!"<br />OH so funny baby girl, I just love you to pieces!Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-55888783624176925802010-02-03T13:47:00.000-08:002010-02-03T13:52:40.723-08:00QUESTION: How do you know that you're too close to the stage at a Ballet?ANSWER: When you can see the male ballet dancers buns jiggling through his almost see-through white leotard, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">whilst</span> he prances and grins like a fool!<br /><br />The second row was a bad idea!<br /><br />Stephanie honey, we're NOT mature enough for the ballet. Lets not go again :).Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-16953892139709068782010-01-20T08:53:00.000-08:002010-01-20T09:32:54.962-08:00Changes are brewingSo you may be wondering why I am able to blog during the day whilst I am homeschooling my children? Well, I'm no longer homeschooling. That's right. I offered my beauties up like lambs for the slaughter to this great evil world. The reasons why I will discuss another day. They have been going to public school since January 4th. The first two weeks I laid around the house in a pathetic stupor of mind and body, seeing all the things that I could and should be doing with all my time that was recently and graciously freed up. But, for some strange reason all that I wanted to be doing was home school, even though a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders the second - and I mean that literally - I withdrew them from my schooling and enrolled them into the local school's care. It's disheartening, isn't it? That we always want or pine for the things that we can't have. It is human nature I suppose. Part of that vicious beast that must be tamed by the spirit. I am happy to report though that I have perked up a bit and promptly deep cleaned my house. Not all of it - I'm saving some for later - but I am up and going again. I must say that I miss my kiddos terribly. <br />While I am confessing I should probably document that we have had many losses on Flunkternut Farm over the past two month. The first were the chickens. Like I said, changes are brewing in this house of shifts and dives, but I'm not going to talk about reasons right now. We had to find new homes for our ladies and were able to find two wonderful places for them to live. Thank you to those who took our beloved birds. The next sacrifice was Jenny May. She is no longer with us. She lives on the family farm of the Brencs, while our neighbors think that she resides in our freezer, ha, ha, ha, ahhhh. Andrew is a retired lawyer from D.C. and Joyce is a midwife. They have five children and their whole family is just wonderful. I loved them the moment I met them and I am so happy that Jenny is in their hands. She wasn't a very good girl for them in the beginning but she has calmed down and is very happy there. And last, but not least, is Little Mister. Unfortunately this is not quite an end like the others have shared. Little Mister got stuck in a mud pit that formed around the feed trough where he was staying. By the time he was found he was completely spent and he let his face fall into the mud, he had given up. Our friend was able to pull him from the pit but Little Mister had been in there for almost twenty four hours. He couldn't stand or walk and the night had been below zero so he started to get a terrible cold. We brought him back here with Jenny May to cheer him up, try to get him better, and keep an eye on him. We kept him for just over two weeks and he seemed to be doing well so we transferred him back to the other property that we were keeping him on. Within the next week he died. Now, for farm people this is not a great loss. One of our friends suggested donating him to the zoo for the lions. I am a city girl through and through and I couldn't do that. So there you have it. Flunkternut Farm is no longer a farm - unless you count my children as animals that occupy space here, which sometimes I do! <br />Change is not always bad though. I absolutely DON'T miss hauling two fifty five pound buckets of water out to the barn twice a day through the snow, up hill both ways, yadah, yadah. I don't miss milking a cow in the cold and dark. I don't miss mucking a stall in the cold. I don't like being cold. We are moving into new and exciting times here at out abode and we are looking forward to our future. All will be well and settled again soon enough.Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-33027241654005206342010-01-06T10:23:00.000-08:002010-01-06T11:03:16.058-08:00Christmas blah-di-dahI'm pretty sure I've talked about how alarmingly <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bahumbugish</span> I am about holidays. No, not just Christmas - why should it be so special - but all holidays. Including birthdays and anniversaries. As you can see from some of our birthday celebration pics, they really aren't that fantastic. In fact, the kids and hubby are lucky to get a cake with candles instead of me just tossing some presents their way and saying "You become more of a smart 'A' the older you get but I love ya anyway!" I don't know what my problem is. It probably means I have some deep seeded neuroses or something. I didn't use to be this way though. If you look back in our historical archives we do have quite the array of fantastic parties with much fun had. I think the thing is that I like to party all the time. Why should I wait for a holiday to toss it up? This is not a bad thing, EXCEPT, by the time a holiday comes around - far and few between - I'm partied out. Maybe? Well since we have moved away from home and family there has been no one but ourselves and friends - who visit their families - to commiserate with on these oh so special days. So, long ago, we started a new family tradition, for Thanksgiving and Christmas at least. I cook up a bunch of '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">nothin</span> but bad for you' food, spread it all out on the table for grazing animals such as children, get a bunch of new movies for a movie marathon, and order pizza (poor pizza maker having to work on Christmas so I can eat in laziness - I love you). Over the years we have all fallen into this niche and are quite comfortable there.<br /><br />So this Christmas morning we opened presents...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjH-LoQz0d2LFRLINNfu0DEdcFRseF9mQvIGwlQvWFRT1OlsF5IlemMD8B2OsJPZdRaygXWgKPDPoJSlWI7cM7rCNfH4D0moVLPm62fUZUvKjjTPVZvnOsQ_q9sTyMexEBVokMiVdoTc/s1600-h/DSC00545.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423700361948902738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqjH-LoQz0d2LFRLINNfu0DEdcFRseF9mQvIGwlQvWFRT1OlsF5IlemMD8B2OsJPZdRaygXWgKPDPoJSlWI7cM7rCNfH4D0moVLPm62fUZUvKjjTPVZvnOsQ_q9sTyMexEBVokMiVdoTc/s320/DSC00545.JPG" /></a> <div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyrGjrXf8EW7cmAfl4vEA8HsMe3LzAq0ieUDUtYpuIr24jAhbQqhdYDD2UsyIyXpVbqFULf03r8EDu8ZQ79gYXgnV3p42il-FNqps26yBTQkQwy7vxPddriwmw0pZzmVhuzxmKZhIZmg/s1600-h/DSC00548.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423695669200356162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNyrGjrXf8EW7cmAfl4vEA8HsMe3LzAq0ieUDUtYpuIr24jAhbQqhdYDD2UsyIyXpVbqFULf03r8EDu8ZQ79gYXgnV3p42il-FNqps26yBTQkQwy7vxPddriwmw0pZzmVhuzxmKZhIZmg/s320/DSC00548.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrS5KhhDyLgSDLYROvqv11hDtPuKO1GG7TTUbfQvpdadAc8K3hbcgJlDkyqyb79BABKjOz3VVDvSkdufNktz9xLolMivLNIlSfHqaDQXNhyCD7tV-wEZYgkCi3GcTgqiCZA9BmZlzspQ/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423695293818256594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrS5KhhDyLgSDLYROvqv11hDtPuKO1GG7TTUbfQvpdadAc8K3hbcgJlDkyqyb79BABKjOz3VVDvSkdufNktz9xLolMivLNIlSfHqaDQXNhyCD7tV-wEZYgkCi3GcTgqiCZA9BmZlzspQ/s320/DSC00546.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIAwvjeiXZrWvwXoXgM6qncnyKC3ry4QUyKTTuhXxTbzBTaI_YqbelyGds1sSih2wnd92JiKcJ6kdvYllhWleyVZO8nT6xdE8yV2AgmSBiBzVVYHvhWtauVjsM0pLKZfWjhoTZEDLyzc/s1600-h/DSC00544.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423695291784918018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlIAwvjeiXZrWvwXoXgM6qncnyKC3ry4QUyKTTuhXxTbzBTaI_YqbelyGds1sSih2wnd92JiKcJ6kdvYllhWleyVZO8nT6xdE8yV2AgmSBiBzVVYHvhWtauVjsM0pLKZfWjhoTZEDLyzc/s320/DSC00544.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDl3509zbdeUo5rBZmFF5CXMloML9GcyItEA3NF6rB8bPBsvJVJSfnCM6WzL3DtEbJp21bbt4vIGrvCziN1iW4mC_HSNNLvseFoctJvh3_gLi_OAd4vtheDpUnT6aT3uCNBuqZYMxlMTo/s1600-h/DSC00543.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423695284432182434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDl3509zbdeUo5rBZmFF5CXMloML9GcyItEA3NF6rB8bPBsvJVJSfnCM6WzL3DtEbJp21bbt4vIGrvCziN1iW4mC_HSNNLvseFoctJvh3_gLi_OAd4vtheDpUnT6aT3uCNBuqZYMxlMTo/s320/DSC00543.JPG" /></a> (My amazing Butterfly Personified found these little patterns in one of her craft books and, without help mind you, knitted me cherries, strawberries, and oranges. A candle has been placed in the center of my fruit bowl - which I don't light! :) - and I proudly display it on my dining table.) <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGAjk4IWr_n65GDAp94y6FKYTOIKpvYxhwQXmJJ5dVKKu97SFnNnBpYVXJ5tN_i5GbpAGCCI-jbsJfgiyq2VRP2baAUpyHyEqdiE2vaGQYSkqowsLVyKzpyRaspEplCpEZp5fejbghYc/s1600-h/DSC00533.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423695278148187538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGAjk4IWr_n65GDAp94y6FKYTOIKpvYxhwQXmJJ5dVKKu97SFnNnBpYVXJ5tN_i5GbpAGCCI-jbsJfgiyq2VRP2baAUpyHyEqdiE2vaGQYSkqowsLVyKzpyRaspEplCpEZp5fejbghYc/s320/DSC00533.JPG" /></a> ...prepped and laid out all the food... (you go tiger!) <div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KN6K3GlCQ39M9S6a435Pe2w2dyTplLvBECv2vF94t8Gv84ZdaoIvQHnqdDUz7SNrOeNgsmFlIrgOz0fkGT4raomlM9wq3RYTFeo5Jg7Atkw2fEM6wX-h2V5ETlCHIW0-7r-Nbmqbf9s/s1600-h/DSC00534.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423695273610986322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5KN6K3GlCQ39M9S6a435Pe2w2dyTplLvBECv2vF94t8Gv84ZdaoIvQHnqdDUz7SNrOeNgsmFlIrgOz0fkGT4raomlM9wq3RYTFeo5Jg7Atkw2fEM6wX-h2V5ETlCHIW0-7r-Nbmqbf9s/s320/DSC00534.JPG" /></a>...got to eating and watching movies, and spent the entire weekend in like fashion. I have to say, it was totally awesome!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-25995381832428458162010-01-05T13:22:00.000-08:002010-01-05T14:10:12.028-08:00Something else I was supposed to do ;oI just have to say again that I hate downloading videos. For some reason the video of Dash and Princess Buttercup didn't work the first time, so I did it again. When I went back to check it, the first one worked! GRRRR. I'll just say it one more time and then I'll be done. I HATE VIDEO CLIPS! But then you can't really blame the clip. It IS an inanimate object and therefore, the problem lies with the downloadER. Yeah, me and technology, not such pals.<br /><br />Now, to the true point of this post - written so soon after the first two of this day, many of Farmer Bob's family wanted to see pics of the progress that he is making on our house. The poor man has done this mostly on his own. Besides my irrational, but crippling, fear of heights I have been having problems with my back in between my shoulder blade and spine. It finally got bad enough that I went to see a chiropractor. When the x-rays came back they showed that my entire spine is all jacked up. So I have been getting adjustments twice a week for a little more than two months now with strict orders not to lift anything heavier than my purse! He even told me that my coat was almost too heavy and that I might want to consider getting a different one! Whatevah smart guy! I love my coat! AND when you have a two year old, how can you NOT lift him? So I have been doing my best, and so has Farmer Bob. I must say he does do fantastic work. Everything is done on the outside of the house now - new roof, new windows, a new chimney (made from old brick, awesome!), and new siding - except under the front porch and the gutters. Those pics will follow. He is working on the front porch as fast as he can. We would both like him to come out of the cold now :).<br />I present his fabulous work. Isn't it pretty!?!?!?!?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8APA6aKmhLaaoD9TTZmRr5X9La1brN3Rj2LKS46qJJgOSw7urpk5d6t9a575D_yhTbxn2YmiAFLtdkw5kie2cbXiA1bxBWfWve6qn7xStpwY8sQAaTx7BTmb3MwB1DYLqHKUQXR8JxJM/s1600-h/DSC00521.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423374692593678962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8APA6aKmhLaaoD9TTZmRr5X9La1brN3Rj2LKS46qJJgOSw7urpk5d6t9a575D_yhTbxn2YmiAFLtdkw5kie2cbXiA1bxBWfWve6qn7xStpwY8sQAaTx7BTmb3MwB1DYLqHKUQXR8JxJM/s320/DSC00521.JPG" /></a> No, no, I know this little guy isn't very pretty. Farmer Bob found him nestled UNDER the old siding. Chillin` out. Yeah know? It's the perfect home for a bat. He was about the size of a flatish baseball. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklO86FCR1mUgS-v5uULxB62WvHleJXRch1meaW-5t_6CcYcypgeYt-BthpL5SHRe1LpjKvlNYokwZk3b7htsMw-1Nkhh-5ZWKUc7HfJUQFcadg-wExYvO2SxwcM76RZeiePeh7tO9nXs/s1600-h/DSC00522.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423374689144080322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgklO86FCR1mUgS-v5uULxB62WvHleJXRch1meaW-5t_6CcYcypgeYt-BthpL5SHRe1LpjKvlNYokwZk3b7htsMw-1Nkhh-5ZWKUc7HfJUQFcadg-wExYvO2SxwcM76RZeiePeh7tO9nXs/s320/DSC00522.JPG" /></a>Yuck! if you ask me!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2pag8WtNBxfJTJLB4-_4Il8xR8n8V8ZxYNDCGIuqBO1eoKb60IxM2LUvTYb3JWtbYDXPG9fymrysFgAgA345Fg3JbEXEqIrHMvPy4S4GCs-4Aq6XBHQGKQrVP-tQSK1TKDSBPtFatOc/s1600-h/DSC00551.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423374681717308034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-2pag8WtNBxfJTJLB4-_4Il8xR8n8V8ZxYNDCGIuqBO1eoKb60IxM2LUvTYb3JWtbYDXPG9fymrysFgAgA345Fg3JbEXEqIrHMvPy4S4GCs-4Aq6XBHQGKQrVP-tQSK1TKDSBPtFatOc/s320/DSC00551.JPG" /></a> NOW here's my surprised girl (you see it? Two eyes and a big mouth? Always happy to see me?). Isn't she pretty!?! This, obviously, is the front of the house.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUa2N7AiakhiXoLZCkc9T-ASvgIEceF9qkkvEXtZsuBEZEm3-LFElVZPofTSx8sN48yoh_CmpLliiTLSx5cfmHuNRthAp2rPFpeblLlPeQPbWiTgnx4WqqXjpNhosWvJY3dufDWHBsFQ/s1600-h/DSC00552.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423374674415106850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfUa2N7AiakhiXoLZCkc9T-ASvgIEceF9qkkvEXtZsuBEZEm3-LFElVZPofTSx8sN48yoh_CmpLliiTLSx5cfmHuNRthAp2rPFpeblLlPeQPbWiTgnx4WqqXjpNhosWvJY3dufDWHBsFQ/s320/DSC00552.JPG" /></a> The side - if you were wanting the grand tour.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYLiDYRw6iZcqmEBD9aGQrpxnE_OSJaHNe4HV48JgzfSLx7ZdIqX7Xli28y8xjR2AAjDsCt2gqoPcKBFe4iVudIITquKSphSZHc2XEQCZCiAIThFgagrTSapEfs7X8NTl6yKgK5YOjiE/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373964170226882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYLiDYRw6iZcqmEBD9aGQrpxnE_OSJaHNe4HV48JgzfSLx7ZdIqX7Xli28y8xjR2AAjDsCt2gqoPcKBFe4iVudIITquKSphSZHc2XEQCZCiAIThFgagrTSapEfs7X8NTl6yKgK5YOjiE/s320/DSC00553.JPG" /></a> The sun room.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc101aAw01OTmD8cS_xUA5BMf1HsY5eYQlFu12knPt6rYJreKQ0QM1aPcjavUBzx6GEXGj6AoFNxdDlhb-owGCqJjzTfrW94ZERvBwqim5aMlQs5mOM7GouNW2di3m9DNs6rh90JCnEc/s1600-h/DSC00554.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373952862712546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMc101aAw01OTmD8cS_xUA5BMf1HsY5eYQlFu12knPt6rYJreKQ0QM1aPcjavUBzx6GEXGj6AoFNxdDlhb-owGCqJjzTfrW94ZERvBwqim5aMlQs5mOM7GouNW2di3m9DNs6rh90JCnEc/s320/DSC00554.JPG" /></a> <span style="color:#000000;">The back of the house. Check out that chimney!</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qkhMaTlAZQLBiP__6OLPMmr3eBC4eCG6vKv94kP_ktp_rGYG7P8he5G9vm3PYSSqbXD3k5RPczRquweXU7iGZOBX0X0Qpa69eHcK0aQ9k5pUR-LOr2OQ3XshyBj4Tnd3WiE9VdewQxs/s1600-h/DSC00555.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373951489772754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4qkhMaTlAZQLBiP__6OLPMmr3eBC4eCG6vKv94kP_ktp_rGYG7P8he5G9vm3PYSSqbXD3k5RPczRquweXU7iGZOBX0X0Qpa69eHcK0aQ9k5pUR-LOr2OQ3XshyBj4Tnd3WiE9VdewQxs/s320/DSC00555.JPG" /></a></div><div>The other side - cuz there has to be at least two, right?</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OU9-jDTev1aqAxNAs58zoDGz2xiRPzBTXPJcyt_BhIHMqQwxrcuPtFKGJXlCgO_vv9KJf2W3jty4yjHdVk90Agid85tHoEPSXFlhQn23NugIW2rD8eaTh65vnvgfI9gNqOafJOxA9eM/s1600-h/DSC00556.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373944334112546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3OU9-jDTev1aqAxNAs58zoDGz2xiRPzBTXPJcyt_BhIHMqQwxrcuPtFKGJXlCgO_vv9KJf2W3jty4yjHdVk90Agid85tHoEPSXFlhQn23NugIW2rD8eaTh65vnvgfI9gNqOafJOxA9eM/s320/DSC00556.JPG" /></a></div><div>And last, but not least, the front again. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYm5wwCARJACsWbPwJ6_q9A-8YSPWlMWU0FLhIsurXrxRzem7R1OSIIKV1JB0auh4QNGXGeyMwbAoiQpO1C6bsylvPAhilgh98eGz_j2PBCvy3yd21w237dcjgCkUEwMCUazRYLxjHag/s1600-h/DSC00557.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423373934935531042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWYm5wwCARJACsWbPwJ6_q9A-8YSPWlMWU0FLhIsurXrxRzem7R1OSIIKV1JB0auh4QNGXGeyMwbAoiQpO1C6bsylvPAhilgh98eGz_j2PBCvy3yd21w237dcjgCkUEwMCUazRYLxjHag/s320/DSC00557.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Here is a pic of the awesome stairs he poured for the back. We used to have really small ones that formed an ice skating rink in the winter. These are MUCH better! I like em a lot, a lot!</p><p>Well there you go, I will try to keep everyone updated. Love all!</p>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-76040165612583806452010-01-05T08:03:00.000-08:002010-01-05T08:18:43.685-08:00Something didn't work?K, for some reason Dash and Princess Buttercup's performance didn't work. So I'm gonna try again.<br />TahDah!!!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzqBK_VtGm6txKDgwoND-6qt0a3chN_Q3qiQtPBsnlcP48nOvuHJBnN3hkrf31E2E0qDYLdPUpHS9u6xXJQ9w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-47283030938799827552010-01-05T07:20:00.000-08:002010-01-05T07:59:16.726-08:00It's about time!Whew it's been a long time since I posted last. I wouldn't let myself post until I put up these movie clips of the kids. But the conundrum is that it takes forever - I'm not such a good waiter - and I hate it. So there you go. <br />The Primary put on this little talent show, I think last October - bad me! - and the kids each did something. I had other clips that I could have put up but there's that waiting thing again. It was called Primary's Got Talent. Butterfly Personified played 'Fuer Elise' on the piano and Dash and Princess Buttercup sang 'Families can be together forever'.<br />So, with out MUCH ado - after considerable trial and tribulation ;D - I give you 'Primary's Got Talent'....<br />TahDah!!!<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzX4uKuOIpMg7ncPUVhODltIecLLEaFuFkQdp9dnfqynuGoeWEjV6bzWgF9rJJHM8vDYFeOhMOpSAdDphyHww' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxIfEscAO4Cg4dkTt_qbbAMS45JIH-MAjLUKp_b13FRqn8djBdtB05CmPnDeZAO1y0rIrbSnUrPQwRF8gH1Pw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-53131632428671392012009-10-14T13:06:00.000-07:002009-10-14T13:18:26.827-07:00Old Things Revisited - part XI have reached the end - for now - of old things revisited. The last thing that I wanted to write about is Jenny May. My mother-in-law and I have done a lot of canning this year; some of which were apples. All those peels and cores! What do we do with all that apple spaghetti? Recycling at it's finest: (the first picture I just wanted to put up because I thought it was so funny. She is laying out there with a bunch of penned up roosters. Funny lady!)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwhgIV2rxbqfy-Iu23Q9WvVFIUeKiDyrOd-YewNF6QtNpwZ20GR5rEKjflIuwaqXrDKuBfQaJLWRECJdEyEy-ficCRNwGloHW9YjUz1HclChayy574Je-DrHp-_aSbd8l7av1kTDu1e8/s1600-h/DSC00501.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392551885815679714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhwhgIV2rxbqfy-Iu23Q9WvVFIUeKiDyrOd-YewNF6QtNpwZ20GR5rEKjflIuwaqXrDKuBfQaJLWRECJdEyEy-ficCRNwGloHW9YjUz1HclChayy574Je-DrHp-_aSbd8l7av1kTDu1e8/s320/DSC00501.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBiZS4iHZ-iKwWgTaeIxip4wJlsMpOnUr4L8lx0FivdXkQuWC3cSxQrrLpGo-NXqA4aACIU86VETgTT-ZWfiuhRvJmXU7wa1RUQ3vEcxscna4VByzWoz9xlhLO-8pgjeIaMtlho-f3rI/s1600-h/DSC00503.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392551879104023378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtBiZS4iHZ-iKwWgTaeIxip4wJlsMpOnUr4L8lx0FivdXkQuWC3cSxQrrLpGo-NXqA4aACIU86VETgTT-ZWfiuhRvJmXU7wa1RUQ3vEcxscna4VByzWoz9xlhLO-8pgjeIaMtlho-f3rI/s320/DSC00503.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiOlqqsN1OtXPwg0PAz57QjCYvtI9EoEvF_PMRBCvdt9iGwG0moXuEQgOWOEt-BKlX_xTFZygymMSmm4eYhZbDVw5Fr_IvAyixKjyttmQfAgbE32UuczsmTpNOO3fMYVSbpa8YKQpaag/s1600-h/DSC00504.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392551870710785250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFiOlqqsN1OtXPwg0PAz57QjCYvtI9EoEvF_PMRBCvdt9iGwG0moXuEQgOWOEt-BKlX_xTFZygymMSmm4eYhZbDVw5Fr_IvAyixKjyttmQfAgbE32UuczsmTpNOO3fMYVSbpa8YKQpaag/s320/DSC00504.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfhI73nnXCVPn72G8FHotq-2rTMJ2RiC-CW_ncF-1TiDYZ3vcpk-M0gzfxce4gha1lN5rUgxGmE0pINo6g2AI_BUOiC7TSrPdKDqQGf5DUxP25fTGKPEfTY4YLBUgwbmZDTA05m_N1fc/s1600-h/DSC00505.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392551861441653970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWfhI73nnXCVPn72G8FHotq-2rTMJ2RiC-CW_ncF-1TiDYZ3vcpk-M0gzfxce4gha1lN5rUgxGmE0pINo6g2AI_BUOiC7TSrPdKDqQGf5DUxP25fTGKPEfTY4YLBUgwbmZDTA05m_N1fc/s320/DSC00505.JPG" /></a></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-78747076753473965532009-10-14T12:54:00.000-07:002009-10-14T13:06:17.676-07:00Old Things Revisited - part VIIIIIn all fairness I need to put up Butterfly Personified's first assignment of the year as well. It's a good thing that its a good one. It's called a Bio Poem and it goes like this:<br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Butterfly</div><div align="center">Student, sister, friend, girl,</div><div align="center">Relative of Grandma</div><div align="center">Lover of butterflies, books, and the piano, </div><div align="center">Who feels happy, excited, and imaginative, </div><div align="center">Who needs a good book, a piano, and a piece of doodle paper, </div><div align="center">Who fears snakes, spider, and moving to another state, </div><div align="center">Who gives courage, kindness, and entertainment, </div><div align="center">Who would like to see a butterfly with black and white cow spots, the sun wearing sunglasses, and me graduating from school, </div><div align="center">Resident of Podunkville,</div><div align="center">Personified</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7JLB3vlJNZKN7cNfyvH10SQqf4q_Ax_oP7rG2PHTkuCD-c8W14KNYAn44Lv8L28vTpbBcsewqs-1WiBE2bEgm2BQVCmd_vWa9N2zQmp4QszH-2eTv-vqbGBTpjD3NrdPFWAdQJrBs8kI/s1600-h/002.jpg"></a><br />I love getting to know this girl every day!Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-46397949406016620652009-10-14T12:09:00.000-07:002009-10-14T12:54:34.189-07:00Old Things Revisited - part VIIIIt's a little late to announce this now but, SCHOOL STARTED! We have started our third year of home school and things are going very well so far. Dash's first assignment that had to be turned into his master teacher was an autobiography. There were questions that he had to ask and then he had to turn it into a book and design a cover. It was just way too cute and I had to put it up here. I couldn't share it all because it had a little too much information than what I want to put on my blog, but there are still some fun pages up. <br />He titled it 'The things I like to do'. Why, I'm not sure. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSN0AMWT3TB_LF4OxoiyZGYjDPFU0nL2CtKEC8NwezwtagCDI_oP-177QbOWSOqXJIjQ2VTauUblABJOVM_O7NhFrBD7v2q7GMBlin_b13Hewbze0JpBDPKRfhKmE5ow8R5aTTu6YXAk/s1600-h/DSC00507.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392540036759047794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSN0AMWT3TB_LF4OxoiyZGYjDPFU0nL2CtKEC8NwezwtagCDI_oP-177QbOWSOqXJIjQ2VTauUblABJOVM_O7NhFrBD7v2q7GMBlin_b13Hewbze0JpBDPKRfhKmE5ow8R5aTTu6YXAk/s320/DSC00507.JPG" /></a> This one says "I was born February 12, 2001. I was born in Ft. Collins, Colorado." There is the cute little nurse handing the precious bundle - Dash - to his proud Daddy. If you look to the right - the object that is not colored - that would be my legs. <br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdyUuNvp2qIykDJNNwcrwSjWpC53KLWmjOhGTq-HR9r7U3fYfxTTWkazmYzHnnk-yvn3JYg9C37imn928I7KgifVI4SNc4KH_m7rWEi6GWrVAhwb5X5LBhmmdEQK51xxU0aTrGJsxPpM/s1600-h/DSC00512.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392538888050628610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcdyUuNvp2qIykDJNNwcrwSjWpC53KLWmjOhGTq-HR9r7U3fYfxTTWkazmYzHnnk-yvn3JYg9C37imn928I7KgifVI4SNc4KH_m7rWEi6GWrVAhwb5X5LBhmmdEQK51xxU0aTrGJsxPpM/s320/DSC00512.JPG" /></a> This one asked what he has done so far in school. He answered, "I have done paper work for school. I don't like it." What a shocker!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq53T2J_ftLeBV5mSnpm_R6PvEOqlCcsStWizYEB5YC-aGRxtvUc791la0iSRjb3VSBS1wRpN8Yn4wVusm2y7m9eh9wNbG91y_BTEmtczOCopqL39f5Q4xQL_myUmflYj-ZTIFBGwZcK8/s1600-h/DSC00513.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392538879506535714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq53T2J_ftLeBV5mSnpm_R6PvEOqlCcsStWizYEB5YC-aGRxtvUc791la0iSRjb3VSBS1wRpN8Yn4wVusm2y7m9eh9wNbG91y_BTEmtczOCopqL39f5Q4xQL_myUmflYj-ZTIFBGwZcK8/s320/DSC00513.JPG" /></a> This one asks about his pets. He said, "I have a cat named Max and he is really fat. If there is too much noise he hides." So true.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUWJlS4siA58fp39ux_9HetLpb6j8erE8TvqPDFupjaZarwSxreSUjjp8Di88ZtubqyV6dDJD7m1lWPx1r1pMMX1O_4EfDhM2CfvtXbqsaghJyHQC0MRpDlfjjIuusN5kd7GaQzP63UA/s1600-h/DSC00514.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537455660801506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBUWJlS4siA58fp39ux_9HetLpb6j8erE8TvqPDFupjaZarwSxreSUjjp8Di88ZtubqyV6dDJD7m1lWPx1r1pMMX1O_4EfDhM2CfvtXbqsaghJyHQC0MRpDlfjjIuusN5kd7GaQzP63UA/s320/DSC00514.JPG" /></a> This one asked about his friends. He said, "I have a friend named Malachi and he is really nice."<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxV67LluIUT01yhAayIUepYzuP76SDZzMkCLwDWMa4_7x7sPsKUtWs_5NhHnlts_ZcENqfpGE02sMdCdjhm4bvHoOBUaw3n0qxYGb8-sdwER9MBoIVbmlhq_vqOGXvlvEPmQBg7jEAkew/s1600-h/DSC00515.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537447660342050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxV67LluIUT01yhAayIUepYzuP76SDZzMkCLwDWMa4_7x7sPsKUtWs_5NhHnlts_ZcENqfpGE02sMdCdjhm4bvHoOBUaw3n0qxYGb8-sdwER9MBoIVbmlhq_vqOGXvlvEPmQBg7jEAkew/s320/DSC00515.JPG" /></a> This is the page that asks about what he likes to do. And of all the things to put he said, "I like to do Karate. It is hard but fun." This is coming from a boy who didn't want to do Karate anymore because he said he didn't like it. So we switched to swimming. Oh well.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxRcllGTvBjv5-s54xYMYyuQsgDIwVXal4lq4-K89zCoa-9WYR4rtkyqRy9T10LPE0XaJ0-iGPIMw_z7IEHq9iQ1hD3xXQfrDS7YCwkxQGVt3arET2bcchYIrFbYZlxdmxdPA__4wedY/s1600-h/DSC00516.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537438396508626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuxRcllGTvBjv5-s54xYMYyuQsgDIwVXal4lq4-K89zCoa-9WYR4rtkyqRy9T10LPE0XaJ0-iGPIMw_z7IEHq9iQ1hD3xXQfrDS7YCwkxQGVt3arET2bcchYIrFbYZlxdmxdPA__4wedY/s320/DSC00516.JPG" /></a> This is my favorite page. It asked him what he didn't like. He said, "I hate cleaning the sink and toilet because it stinks!" Amen brother! You should aim better, huh!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmKnfg-sz2JW78Xdm7nrp4Otc9hVLUVnJjVffYadUhKuHJkD50YykYIWp5IlBlooyKOMKKL35PEtQX0uJQ0rEklFYPBtIyeIW23z0746Ki02FBmcMZpcQz-sfwS0U5fAr8Y3TXaINWRM/s1600-h/DSC00517.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537431233341170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBmKnfg-sz2JW78Xdm7nrp4Otc9hVLUVnJjVffYadUhKuHJkD50YykYIWp5IlBlooyKOMKKL35PEtQX0uJQ0rEklFYPBtIyeIW23z0746Ki02FBmcMZpcQz-sfwS0U5fAr8Y3TXaINWRM/s320/DSC00517.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0H-_rvW_GSL8Sbm5WHXfdRRx07W8EIusJOBCvxFHYpcEJ9ZObWfAVFsrPnyNIf5hwMHOEtxDNOP-5Hx9-IUoaxPJoFYgPMOrhe-ElJIK8l0AUEOASTLXkwnE_xgro5TroLIIIXi3_-Q/s1600-h/DSC00518.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392537424085324962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG0H-_rvW_GSL8Sbm5WHXfdRRx07W8EIusJOBCvxFHYpcEJ9ZObWfAVFsrPnyNIf5hwMHOEtxDNOP-5Hx9-IUoaxPJoFYgPMOrhe-ElJIK8l0AUEOASTLXkwnE_xgro5TroLIIIXi3_-Q/s320/DSC00518.JPG" /></a> This page was very sweet and he really does do this. It asked him what he does that makes him proud. He wrote, "Giving things to people and being nice to others makes me proud." I didn't coach him one bit. He thought that up all on his own. </div><div>Great job big guy!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-68052509441906407132009-10-14T11:50:00.000-07:002009-10-14T12:03:39.488-07:00Old Things Revisited - part VIIWe have almost made it to the end of catch-up posts. This little ditty is short, but sweet. It is a conversation that Dash and Princess Buttercup had one morning - not too long ago - while eating breakfast. I was busy helping Hulk so I didn't see what happened. My attention was drawn to the two cuties when Dash said this:<br /><br />Dash: (shaking his head and laughing affectionately) "Princess Buttercup, you are so weird."<br /><br />Princess Buttercup: DASH! Don't call me that. That's not nice. Uncle Jeff calls me NOT weird!"<br /><br /><br />Dash: "But your weird." (he really was saying it in a loving way.)<br /><br />Princess Buttercup: DASH! I'M NOT WEIRD! I'M A FREAKIN` PRINCESS!!! (she hollered through gritted teeth.)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia78EzhHOxi3lLbee7QLahY3OZ5k8sdRhMSCkaI3wKEJTV1Bk2UafJNwmol38vaEQg5Sux_FZUP0MWT8n4Z1lXFahPCyYSO2Aew_AfuHMAClMEv65TPFfOQvwMHg-YrAI3XLclbtSbbhA/s1600-h/DSC00499.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392530612559391154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia78EzhHOxi3lLbee7QLahY3OZ5k8sdRhMSCkaI3wKEJTV1Bk2UafJNwmol38vaEQg5Sux_FZUP0MWT8n4Z1lXFahPCyYSO2Aew_AfuHMAClMEv65TPFfOQvwMHg-YrAI3XLclbtSbbhA/s320/DSC00499.JPG" /></a> I suppose it's nice that she knows she is a child of God!Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-57123363750599087002009-10-14T11:15:00.000-07:002009-10-14T11:49:24.907-07:00Old Things Revisited - part VIBUTTERFLY PERSONIFIED'S BIRTHDAY!!! I can't believe that she is eleven! She was so excited about her birthday this year. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOPuV8abFSf4MtUeder-EkS5kKjXxARhjTg0taefff7RDALvK0QTTE4r1CM-koiM4vYniaLJ83hn5t1uhu55ndSggowuKepDhHnohwaMbUp21l1SsZ_2N1C6DUfi9F4KcCb-Zf94I7K4/s1600-h/DSC00480.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392522476046280434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkOPuV8abFSf4MtUeder-EkS5kKjXxARhjTg0taefff7RDALvK0QTTE4r1CM-koiM4vYniaLJ83hn5t1uhu55ndSggowuKepDhHnohwaMbUp21l1SsZ_2N1C6DUfi9F4KcCb-Zf94I7K4/s320/DSC00480.JPG" /></a> I can't remember what we had for her birthday dinner. I know that she picked what she wanted but when I asked her, she couldn't remember either. So, it was memorable for every one. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUJ8s3M0vqK2lMhthaYUkFfClD6yfLqKGgUt-0r2vk1BoVuspGfXAGTN4r3zNFAa6J2rj4yqeBn8eEp4VHK3qfAQgSVbvKL7EdDMGOoGO82h2xQ0FsyYooNSqdgdIiEKLYoDEHdssGl4/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392522470709247090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUJ8s3M0vqK2lMhthaYUkFfClD6yfLqKGgUt-0r2vk1BoVuspGfXAGTN4r3zNFAa6J2rj4yqeBn8eEp4VHK3qfAQgSVbvKL7EdDMGOoGO82h2xQ0FsyYooNSqdgdIiEKLYoDEHdssGl4/s320/DSC00482.JPG" /></a> She picked what she wanted for her cake and how she wanted it. She is usually very particular about things. And it was chocolate. A girl after my own heart!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAAU939ovM7YdnS9fzH1keGP0h0qj1zhIg5UKPoxmg81xkAPk-0tXryAacr56kH-IHr4EJfroZOM9GjVwoGH1K0nw7FR4rFzFTXBcWrXRzScIcYwfsOEVkUSNwjnStj1LDk8MJSlDnPs/s1600-h/DSC00483.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392522460830542626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnAAU939ovM7YdnS9fzH1keGP0h0qj1zhIg5UKPoxmg81xkAPk-0tXryAacr56kH-IHr4EJfroZOM9GjVwoGH1K0nw7FR4rFzFTXBcWrXRzScIcYwfsOEVkUSNwjnStj1LDk8MJSlDnPs/s320/DSC00483.JPG" /></a> She was freaking out about her presents this year, if you couldn't tell.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2B_fpG237rVpvTea6i20yqdsWvxZhsrni3mMbbV0bbswgoh5SOpm8xd7V061NvP1D9z718Ey0w7Jj5jC4R4Ld1Z0xcFVNejAw27ZjPLbLOb0raTn8eEjrVeIQ1k4Qo9L9BFEL_wbDA6s/s1600-h/DSC00489.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392522452431198002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2B_fpG237rVpvTea6i20yqdsWvxZhsrni3mMbbV0bbswgoh5SOpm8xd7V061NvP1D9z718Ey0w7Jj5jC4R4Ld1Z0xcFVNejAw27ZjPLbLOb0raTn8eEjrVeIQ1k4Qo9L9BFEL_wbDA6s/s320/DSC00489.JPG" /></a> She got her Nintendo DS this year with a couple of games - thanks Grandma's and Grandpa! OUCH! for mommy and daddy - hooray for her! When we told her what the stipulations of getting the device were she didn't know what to think about that, but I have never seen her work so hard before, to earn playing privileges. What a good girl.</div><div> </div><div>I love ya sweetie!</div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-66222713703903378382009-10-14T11:00:00.000-07:002009-10-14T11:14:22.262-07:00Old Things Revisited - part VFARMER BOB'S BIRTHDAY!!!! He is one year closer to diaper dependence!!!! Just kidding. Ha, ha, ha. When he reads that he'll probably remind me that I'm a year older than he is.<br /><br />It was a quick celebration for him, as usual. When your a Trooper you don't get holidays off. EVER! So he came home on his lunch break and we had Salsa Chicken for his birthday meal - not his first pick but it was still very tasty - and then we had cake. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFzaCop8-nnPQWRVQgPjT5uo8C1mhbWqohyphenhyphen1DfuZgw2m_vxwv2XCaoy4DgxbPELbsmqqwPmso16rJbm65kaBrMHyg9S7vk2MTAey5KocPPLSiNydWfSYFuk8N8vCgJ4hyphenhyphenLlF47cToYic/s1600-h/DSC00465.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392519030392514562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpFzaCop8-nnPQWRVQgPjT5uo8C1mhbWqohyphenhyphen1DfuZgw2m_vxwv2XCaoy4DgxbPELbsmqqwPmso16rJbm65kaBrMHyg9S7vk2MTAey5KocPPLSiNydWfSYFuk8N8vCgJ4hyphenhyphenLlF47cToYic/s320/DSC00465.JPG" /></a> Look at all those candles. Few!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44KITR6L3-Uw7lmx8QgttemoRNbK1Lsxp75kr9b9xyP3u3zlehFMJNGkm2Od2gW7LO1KYyBHgJK7VHIXXVMO8ht0q82PGeKw7IJVQ8-J5FH59TlO0J-hYtH7pO25XuuPwXBUbX3uTBvA/s1600-h/DSC00466.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392519020656170642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh44KITR6L3-Uw7lmx8QgttemoRNbK1Lsxp75kr9b9xyP3u3zlehFMJNGkm2Od2gW7LO1KYyBHgJK7VHIXXVMO8ht0q82PGeKw7IJVQ8-J5FH59TlO0J-hYtH7pO25XuuPwXBUbX3uTBvA/s320/DSC00466.JPG" /></a> All in all it was pretty good. His birthday present was a filing cabinet. I tried giving him one last year, but he didn't like it. So he exchanged it, intending to replace it with one he liked. He didn't. So this year I forced him to go online and look. By George, he found one that totally rocks. We both love it. AND, since it cost twice as much as my original purchase last year then I'm covered for both years. Awesome!</div><div> </div><div>Happy Birthday babe, I love ya!</div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-90780516397339267512009-10-10T10:01:00.000-07:002009-10-10T11:08:39.238-07:00Old Things Revisited - part IIIIHULK'S BIRTHDAY! He is one more year closer to diaper freedom!!!!! This MUST be celebrated, but the crazy boy doesn't like cake! It's a sacrilege, I know, but it's the truth. So we had Zingers instead. What's funny about it is, what are Zingers made of? CAKE! He won't have anything to do with homemade - or even store bought from the bakery for that matter - cake but he'll down two or three Zingers or Ding Dongs with out breaking a sweat. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-7dNr2KhD8HcfmHvYfw5Uo__NYNVF2m1jHwb5rSrxMczt1mWh7TVIswH9RopFbZGXQVUShSjnbTr8vNckGZyeRRAM0DJnGkMMWefgw1h97ApIfoTelIEWAqxtXdBpxUGnpmRN0-rBM0/s1600-h/DSC00431.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391021239233794946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij-7dNr2KhD8HcfmHvYfw5Uo__NYNVF2m1jHwb5rSrxMczt1mWh7TVIswH9RopFbZGXQVUShSjnbTr8vNckGZyeRRAM0DJnGkMMWefgw1h97ApIfoTelIEWAqxtXdBpxUGnpmRN0-rBM0/s320/DSC00431.JPG" /></a> We started his evening with one of his favorite meals - top ramen.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOW2MhrgHizDU1s3J0-OUqy09JIENf9TxKI43IVdslmu1kcA7yXUQPZv-OIefHOZlWTCB5oLsmbCSgnOxcZqCbuP9FrtPzO3lhq6HEYWU1TVtSdFVgV0YH5v8MRn7VBSN8pjMeqryl13Y/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391021233766161682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOW2MhrgHizDU1s3J0-OUqy09JIENf9TxKI43IVdslmu1kcA7yXUQPZv-OIefHOZlWTCB5oLsmbCSgnOxcZqCbuP9FrtPzO3lhq6HEYWU1TVtSdFVgV0YH5v8MRn7VBSN8pjMeqryl13Y/s320/DSC00432.JPG" /></a> OOOOOHHHHH! YUMMY!!!!!!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNSlFG20NqbolGZh4OqG9d7xWH54Vt4NBaA8zs-7X5DHqkaZBLggumkvhy064ny6slcGBUAXrOAyAnXVHkIywEPlsMiEGdLbx8ay4GaFxCG6V-l2deNLTWNY3P__zBxLC30y4OznGknY/s1600-h/DSC00438.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391020129221421378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNSlFG20NqbolGZh4OqG9d7xWH54Vt4NBaA8zs-7X5DHqkaZBLggumkvhy064ny6slcGBUAXrOAyAnXVHkIywEPlsMiEGdLbx8ay4GaFxCG6V-l2deNLTWNY3P__zBxLC30y4OznGknY/s320/DSC00438.JPG" /></a> Then we brought out the Zinger delight. When he saw the fire on the top he kept shrinking back and wouldn't try to blow them out so Farmer Bob had to get in there and help the process along a bit.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvjWsPY6P_W27Im9x9f2z3DkrqqnYNlHcMECEQB8DPvdtzh6qFnmj09-rh3sXwLSdbnCbJCBMvdKLA0fnsJwt2J1PmlZ7pGDuImDzzUwIy7w_PW73MoG2VwBXSf7HpCwUSP5aAAYT-4I/s1600-h/DSC00440.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391020125760577394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYvjWsPY6P_W27Im9x9f2z3DkrqqnYNlHcMECEQB8DPvdtzh6qFnmj09-rh3sXwLSdbnCbJCBMvdKLA0fnsJwt2J1PmlZ7pGDuImDzzUwIy7w_PW73MoG2VwBXSf7HpCwUSP5aAAYT-4I/s320/DSC00440.JPG" /></a> One, Two, Three.......<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx64ys7iyWVYYFzP8_R-WyuYTJKTK3dAEdGcjYbx8XhCYnXvU2JC9rrWffc4E3PD5cpOPFuX08wEkVC4-c1mM3D6bf7XyUcHYvsakJ79fxAOXJDB866wXbvI3WE1bnokHC8k2tJvdd9Uw/s1600-h/DSC00441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391020114640559186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx64ys7iyWVYYFzP8_R-WyuYTJKTK3dAEdGcjYbx8XhCYnXvU2JC9rrWffc4E3PD5cpOPFuX08wEkVC4-c1mM3D6bf7XyUcHYvsakJ79fxAOXJDB866wXbvI3WE1bnokHC8k2tJvdd9Uw/s320/DSC00441.JPG" /></a> CHOW!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfoVOfu5HZEx8CqM4-4UGVALD7fIrMbHX3iYjr-b986AvyNv_Jdemy3TYUHNrP2WNIcsXanBfJ-jyPXVhYIPYG3ga0vYFd0FLuuZnq5cBy35GS5ZuL8yKR2gfBbk1syGty7XBVGwIcM8/s1600-h/DSC00444.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391020109219571714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJfoVOfu5HZEx8CqM4-4UGVALD7fIrMbHX3iYjr-b986AvyNv_Jdemy3TYUHNrP2WNIcsXanBfJ-jyPXVhYIPYG3ga0vYFd0FLuuZnq5cBy35GS5ZuL8yKR2gfBbk1syGty7XBVGwIcM8/s320/DSC00444.JPG" /></a> Hulk got dazzled by his presents and ditched the cake. When he opened the cards from Grandma's and Grandpa he stared at the money like it should do some spectacular trick. I took some pretty good oohing and awing from all of us before he got excited about it. But when his big present came along he freaked out! I had to put the videos up because it's just too cute. One is of him opening his present and the other is of him waiting sooooo patiently for Daddy to get it out of the box so he could play with it. They are not in order, but no matter.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzUNXaQnX7cJa_z-oYp3w7-g2xPtFO-kvsZSDHdY_WsNCyTiXjYR28azl9wHytnKBnjYfptU_qWXgcfFgmxYg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxaeh2XogB8QqX_ymg7J0wetfNEyTVEDsueqmjzB0QtsI_r9ooWQN9pfOsEeBzZ4TPR6szMbfD6ZcgNh8LZlg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-64571736475544771192009-10-06T12:51:00.000-07:002009-10-06T13:23:01.487-07:00Old things revisited - part IIIThis summer we had so much fun going camping with our friends and their kids. Butterfly Personified brought a friend, and Dash and Princess Buttercup's best friends are brother and sister, so that worked out great.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-w_q_Ofqpivksd8LV3gp3gP4TMrW2p8bIouPf2lnRFdEbM8ywP8o9E1NtQQj4n2dQkX9sJg6nRGyblkVxP5as4t0h5Fucw61lFL4EvyFiHLjh9GdrKPASYxy-EJ-XCLhoJBb4D_Nslg/s1600-h/DSC00334.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389579774995409362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-w_q_Ofqpivksd8LV3gp3gP4TMrW2p8bIouPf2lnRFdEbM8ywP8o9E1NtQQj4n2dQkX9sJg6nRGyblkVxP5as4t0h5Fucw61lFL4EvyFiHLjh9GdrKPASYxy-EJ-XCLhoJBb4D_Nslg/s320/DSC00334.JPG" /></a> We went to Hocking Hills State Park in southern Ohio. I love it there. It is one of my favorite places that I have ever been to. We went on a hike called 'Old Man's Cave' (my particular favorite). I was really disappointed though. There was hardly any water anywhere. Normally the waterfalls are gushing, and this time, they were all pretty much just a trickle. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nCqJF6ai2vFsqzJkLAv6dQLRs7UtqIacRownpIQ2xeQrL7_X3Jv9KNOTusrBWIwEfDs6FHYzP7sLE3mS2aIK5umyF3vxRP9yCVXCsOCEFcpgERe1Da3V3z3OXOGTeZ7OPBVnKk8qdNA/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389579767148771618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6nCqJF6ai2vFsqzJkLAv6dQLRs7UtqIacRownpIQ2xeQrL7_X3Jv9KNOTusrBWIwEfDs6FHYzP7sLE3mS2aIK5umyF3vxRP9yCVXCsOCEFcpgERe1Da3V3z3OXOGTeZ7OPBVnKk8qdNA/s320/DSC00344.JPG" /></a> This is the 'Devil's Bathtub'. The water falls from the upper slide down into a bowl, swirling around in there before it overflows onto the lower slide and continues down the river. Here again, trickle...trickle. Even though it was still gorgeous.</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-EFUOTyZv25d-aI6_xeGIjlr2mYU3s_aa7DXsCK0apT7TYSbTDB2nkUHbP6iRRFgarezspO3ys_HE0JnLRMQp2Do64l1XjErO-AgkUs5bxvGaGOnGtCdK-FfsEF8IS7ennfOD7Vqo4U/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389579764912291970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW-EFUOTyZv25d-aI6_xeGIjlr2mYU3s_aa7DXsCK0apT7TYSbTDB2nkUHbP6iRRFgarezspO3ys_HE0JnLRMQp2Do64l1XjErO-AgkUs5bxvGaGOnGtCdK-FfsEF8IS7ennfOD7Vqo4U/s320/DSC00349.JPG" /></a> We found this beauty and I had to take a picture. Lucky for it, I don't have the desire to poke things with pins behind the thorax and bring them home. She is lovely though.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUAPtyEMqJ9Xkz3o6NauvbeW7p_D_9aujm3fGy8LUz47EUCfDlwbVGAqA2XlLE73VTn8NqjVqIe_D3G1qNYSj-ZCkZBJFFYMT-mdmyGmV5lQHeu4CYg196tRFV6U16wUOX31TxLqCTTc/s1600-h/DSC00358.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389578822656243234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoUAPtyEMqJ9Xkz3o6NauvbeW7p_D_9aujm3fGy8LUz47EUCfDlwbVGAqA2XlLE73VTn8NqjVqIe_D3G1qNYSj-ZCkZBJFFYMT-mdmyGmV5lQHeu4CYg196tRFV6U16wUOX31TxLqCTTc/s320/DSC00358.JPG" /></a> Exhibit B of trickle...trickle. The kids are pretty cute though. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHq5G94cfTUe-CRWMGP-yuMm2KY-91ZqrF6rMCe47iS_IJjgYJGO7VaRDgh88l0GvjP7eCUCaO-FFoDCROIWNaS7Af-NIfZMrB5FY219R_17eVJ90XCyWRztC6i4UmbzRud9yKcbztPJw/s1600-h/DSC00386.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389578814957521234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHq5G94cfTUe-CRWMGP-yuMm2KY-91ZqrF6rMCe47iS_IJjgYJGO7VaRDgh88l0GvjP7eCUCaO-FFoDCROIWNaS7Af-NIfZMrB5FY219R_17eVJ90XCyWRztC6i4UmbzRud9yKcbztPJw/s320/DSC00386.JPG" /></a> Butterfly Personified and her pal. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7v6GB_uvnxNEJCryh0jpsCzjHkA35BYvrejtNnsRJwbx1jYmFFXV6RRGEB79MoyD__IwLxHuVlitmhbLXY-KauUUmnWFWbu-sV32ZXkYheIxxzPfb4DZDI_P0Y5T1K3utUjG3wShMqA/s1600-h/DSC00390.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389578807611465138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj7v6GB_uvnxNEJCryh0jpsCzjHkA35BYvrejtNnsRJwbx1jYmFFXV6RRGEB79MoyD__IwLxHuVlitmhbLXY-KauUUmnWFWbu-sV32ZXkYheIxxzPfb4DZDI_P0Y5T1K3utUjG3wShMqA/s320/DSC00390.JPG" /></a> We went on a hike called 'Ash Cave' and when you get to the end of it there is a huge waterfall (usually) and a big pond that is surrounded by sand. All the kids had a blast in the sand - yuck - but what I loved is that Butterfly Personified and her friend made these little Inca sand mounds. BP topped hers with this flower. She searched all over for the rocks to use. I just love that girls brain!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmxL7FlE9myMYEO88urbduRZqG5zYhOKIRzazRh7eABEj_1yHbkOvxTBb0myeC9jXLXvvtPMCFC8dlAQg9XduAKIITVWDFzzOcnf7fq21blnoUJGkF5LVZoVzVhdcXFeaIKmnymDHJ7E/s1600-h/DSC00392.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389578803850824146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHmxL7FlE9myMYEO88urbduRZqG5zYhOKIRzazRh7eABEj_1yHbkOvxTBb0myeC9jXLXvvtPMCFC8dlAQg9XduAKIITVWDFzzOcnf7fq21blnoUJGkF5LVZoVzVhdcXFeaIKmnymDHJ7E/s320/DSC00392.JPG" /></a> Her friend made one with stairs and a mote!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJFsEdCx8Ixcuow6dXwaJOG6zioa5PT9Gth8ViQ0PEvduu2TLQYtwqGOB3Hm9v4HymC0obxfocbX9z816y-no3fzAsw4PBzan8AqEs_R-DWQzDIUcRraPPvYNkN8Iy4GFk8KDovsTEBE/s1600-h/DSC00405.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389578793269248978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnJFsEdCx8Ixcuow6dXwaJOG6zioa5PT9Gth8ViQ0PEvduu2TLQYtwqGOB3Hm9v4HymC0obxfocbX9z816y-no3fzAsw4PBzan8AqEs_R-DWQzDIUcRraPPvYNkN8Iy4GFk8KDovsTEBE/s320/DSC00405.JPG" /></a> In their spare time the would go to a little secluded place that was close to our camp site and they made this fort. They gathered all the tree branches to stand up around for the walls. Their little luxury hut has a fire place, chairs, fern carpeting, and a nice open airiness. All I have to say it that the next kids that stayed at that site had it made!</div><div> We got there on a Thursday and left on Saturday. It was just a short run but it was certainly packed full. I was so exhausted when we got back and very, VERY, thankful for my soft bed - we slept on the ground - and a flushing toilet!</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-47843718065278190792009-09-23T19:28:00.001-07:002009-09-23T20:04:48.888-07:00Old things revisited - part IIHere is part II of past events. This summer we were able to go to Indiana and visit my brother's family. We haven't seen these guys since Dash was little. A long time ago. We were only able to go for a short time so we packed in a lot of stuff.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNPKS3mlgtb1vu5Ohk4ytasbQp7PvoqqWdhFIiFK0C48EU_vfo9PqrT_YgNfxeWjFNA0PkdkgCP31-WatQ9B0UCA_3HgCnui2LCZCBKQnUtxrFPYmpLkzDenwkobO1hpl4B09OcXfACE/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384859033025331602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhNPKS3mlgtb1vu5Ohk4ytasbQp7PvoqqWdhFIiFK0C48EU_vfo9PqrT_YgNfxeWjFNA0PkdkgCP31-WatQ9B0UCA_3HgCnui2LCZCBKQnUtxrFPYmpLkzDenwkobO1hpl4B09OcXfACE/s320/DSC00316.JPG" /></a> The first day we hung out at the house and recovered from our long drive to get there. We did get an hour or so at the park though. Dash is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">becoming</span> quite the dare devil. He used to be scared of everything, so sliding down the pole is big for him.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9oBpaJ2RYcyLb5cdoK6KQwhMKLYR5EAiPria-YXHBckJ3HVQqAmnVdK8oprg7avz84OCX-zfRCmIyV9l2A7apqm_Yzpnx5-vUyE1u1obD1f9IqVP1YBONcZruweAc1MXzM_xhsVUefI/s1600-h/DSC00317.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384859024064782594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT9oBpaJ2RYcyLb5cdoK6KQwhMKLYR5EAiPria-YXHBckJ3HVQqAmnVdK8oprg7avz84OCX-zfRCmIyV9l2A7apqm_Yzpnx5-vUyE1u1obD1f9IqVP1YBONcZruweAc1MXzM_xhsVUefI/s320/DSC00317.JPG" /></a> Princess Buttercup has always been a dare devil and being outside it one of her most favorite things. There she is in her pretty, prestine, white dress, rolling around in the dirt. SUPER! </div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1wcx8qdUNLAU_-G1gfrbFoa-O6i7zK7W0WljtMnZgTo-moLKIdG7P-bUfdSh13LJc5R2cK8Ycs9QKXJ19VKnpmDqiKe6h5SI5wIBHLbRfxDxZ3WNg6mZgHRor5mppyGhhAJnWPglmqA/s1600-h/DSC00319.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384859013639742114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1wcx8qdUNLAU_-G1gfrbFoa-O6i7zK7W0WljtMnZgTo-moLKIdG7P-bUfdSh13LJc5R2cK8Ycs9QKXJ19VKnpmDqiKe6h5SI5wIBHLbRfxDxZ3WNg6mZgHRor5mppyGhhAJnWPglmqA/s320/DSC00319.JPG" /></a> And of coarse Butterfly Personified is with her special pal, Hulk, doing whatever Hulk wants to do. She just loves that little guy. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFEQhyphenhyphenZXX2qqfhqSPyZsIxG9rPF6S3rnR7YiSJNdsI2Unb1TPgwg009jPLkrGy21VF-IY5HdGr72DSByQ6qslOEg_HoTxDfKiLsZVlOWFqXR-qtjWIPz7GjStPYMacOxKWHF6e-WV2cI/s1600-h/DSC00320.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384859012894928786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYFEQhyphenhyphenZXX2qqfhqSPyZsIxG9rPF6S3rnR7YiSJNdsI2Unb1TPgwg009jPLkrGy21VF-IY5HdGr72DSByQ6qslOEg_HoTxDfKiLsZVlOWFqXR-qtjWIPz7GjStPYMacOxKWHF6e-WV2cI/s320/DSC00320.JPG" /></a> The next day we were there we went to Michigan City Beach at Lake Michigan. The kids had so much fun, and yes, I braved the sand that I so dearly HATE, and sat on the beach for almost four hours. In a swim suit too!!! I always have inner <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">turmoil</span> about that one. Do I put the swim suit on and be comfortable myself but at the risk of horrifying all onlookers, sending them screaming in terror OR do I leave my clothes on and let everyone remain in ignorant bliss? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmm</span>....</div><div>This was a fun little scene of Princess Buttercup. I was so happy I got it. She had no idea. She was just excitedly playing and splashing.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZpGXewu8f-7yOMxSks1hfZbzORrqQAOu8RD7okRP9UDgJIEzUijTjJk05fchYPAX6ZZImSTHpkYrGCTdtk47gP-X6FMMnR3gFeMJ4v459tDQlZ2yd6iKTwZbWSUiIlaqCI1793K7nwI/s1600-h/DSC00324.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384857833295112514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZpGXewu8f-7yOMxSks1hfZbzORrqQAOu8RD7okRP9UDgJIEzUijTjJk05fchYPAX6ZZImSTHpkYrGCTdtk47gP-X6FMMnR3gFeMJ4v459tDQlZ2yd6iKTwZbWSUiIlaqCI1793K7nwI/s320/DSC00324.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPY-kFzDhMvKag1chxdrNM4cSKJDETLKuHQ16BLQo2niZBUTLO1wdpHE4H39P-clJPWoVrmpjz9hKzO3YQCLviSHWOeWD69EsxbgY0PctjKiQ07-L3ciasd_HX-aqHqghfbdLmuhRBv4/s1600-h/DSC00325.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384857828647215938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtPY-kFzDhMvKag1chxdrNM4cSKJDETLKuHQ16BLQo2niZBUTLO1wdpHE4H39P-clJPWoVrmpjz9hKzO3YQCLviSHWOeWD69EsxbgY0PctjKiQ07-L3ciasd_HX-aqHqghfbdLmuhRBv4/s320/DSC00325.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-Y-sES0tNmReFzqYKLlL-_uihONDVVP52ZB6FGiP3HQLBrG5KZencivyehl2LL0Yzy8KHv__BCCEzOkQf1Ih_SLhfdH4XfIh7CgKcRZ5bPpD-v7Q_geXfxQ7eXnuHBU6RPKzQMX1mEY/s1600-h/DSC00326.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384857819925767570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-Y-sES0tNmReFzqYKLlL-_uihONDVVP52ZB6FGiP3HQLBrG5KZencivyehl2LL0Yzy8KHv__BCCEzOkQf1Ih_SLhfdH4XfIh7CgKcRZ5bPpD-v7Q_geXfxQ7eXnuHBU6RPKzQMX1mEY/s320/DSC00326.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGN-loA7-FzpWG0MaTtNyPFWO4ca43Leu9_cVT0MXKmV4yuMemCO1I0T6degKefLKkz55Pbtk3L4PWNpRNLzehe_azuCfzb-EChgmUH98tAr0-CdTeCtebHaNeKU3DobDKz9soGXTs-g/s1600-h/DSC00327.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384857811807838594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnGN-loA7-FzpWG0MaTtNyPFWO4ca43Leu9_cVT0MXKmV4yuMemCO1I0T6degKefLKkz55Pbtk3L4PWNpRNLzehe_azuCfzb-EChgmUH98tAr0-CdTeCtebHaNeKU3DobDKz9soGXTs-g/s320/DSC00327.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVQcrqtZNrFYHbfpbAAckQCjqUnkjV0907OSLqFQaas2-M2O6v8EeOCU5T-rDrwc3KousqwkZAJGzW4KmUf2-JGBEKVGQU0ubcrTNUm_PyfNj3AeqhNGBLSJ7Chw4ZWH1I8v9nq73ENQ/s1600-h/DSC00328.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384856515028366386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioVQcrqtZNrFYHbfpbAAckQCjqUnkjV0907OSLqFQaas2-M2O6v8EeOCU5T-rDrwc3KousqwkZAJGzW4KmUf2-JGBEKVGQU0ubcrTNUm_PyfNj3AeqhNGBLSJ7Chw4ZWH1I8v9nq73ENQ/s320/DSC00328.JPG" /></a> Butterfly Personified and Dash had a blast with these boogie boards. They did a pretty good job but I'm glad their in swim lessons for the winter. Next summer I'll feel a little better about things. <br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfmqfBbg3DqWfmx5ngkO4AvboH8_3asXJOnA_2xlLJdvM3kjgmwQBzG3-0Jd03prey6YBT8Fc11l9ZTCZoJI5I4Hbmj1VfS0XtFyN5T5YGMMGROymvTrwgsTYPV2oFWGqXiXc7OxUOOXQ/s1600-h/DSC00332.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384856506141679874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfmqfBbg3DqWfmx5ngkO4AvboH8_3asXJOnA_2xlLJdvM3kjgmwQBzG3-0Jd03prey6YBT8Fc11l9ZTCZoJI5I4Hbmj1VfS0XtFyN5T5YGMMGROymvTrwgsTYPV2oFWGqXiXc7OxUOOXQ/s320/DSC00332.JPG" /></a> I forgot any sand or water toys so poor Hulk was stuck with a cardboard fruit snack box. Did he care? Not a chance. He played for over an hour next to me in his little swim diaper filling that box, his shoes, my shoes, and anything else he got <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">a hold</span> of with sand. </div><div>The last day we were there we went to a water park. The kids had a blast of coarse but for some reason Hulk decided that he didn't like it. Don't ask me why but he was just starting to enjoy himself after we'd been there for more than three hours and it was almost time to go. Boy did he scream!</div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahhh</span>, good times, good times.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-70673015413012357472009-09-22T17:50:00.001-07:002009-09-22T18:19:45.748-07:00Old things revisited - part ISince so many things have been happening for about the last four months or more I haven't really been able to document some of the things that I really wanted to. For example: Mother's Day! Now, normally I don't get presents on holidays - except Christmas - and I'm lucky if I get a card. Farmer Bob just isn't that kind of guy but don't be to hard on him. He has other wonderful redeeming qualities that make up the difference. But this last Mother's Day not only did I get a card but I got TWO presents. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyF85O5gUOz3nBnOZZezwizV5gNxtGUerBIJoirUCwW-s_KJm2Z11IVw5JD7f4JDMXDJdTrt98HfOMk9RUj0Vo3juaOf18LXm5T3rv5qnmIcQ4CrLiM9-13I9ITkjnj3ajIUjMD4LorI/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384462220656944754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyF85O5gUOz3nBnOZZezwizV5gNxtGUerBIJoirUCwW-s_KJm2Z11IVw5JD7f4JDMXDJdTrt98HfOMk9RUj0Vo3juaOf18LXm5T3rv5qnmIcQ4CrLiM9-13I9ITkjnj3ajIUjMD4LorI/s320/DSC00134.JPG" /></a> The kids and Farmer Bob got me those cool rubber spatulas that can withstand heat up to 450 degrees. Cool! I also received a KitchenAid Ice Cream Maker. Yummy! I enjoy it tons!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbly_58lVyRVuLTnKo8qSOIafMwV_aiX2xC-mb1tGWwgqkaIG_qND_sWG8iaySZ-z3DINlMchQkbJiMliJFobr4aoF7_7hUonZ2_Crf5z95sezH0S6nhqLj9vxp6w6dRJTzIAOqVCQEls/s1600-h/DSC00128.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384462213453699250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbly_58lVyRVuLTnKo8qSOIafMwV_aiX2xC-mb1tGWwgqkaIG_qND_sWG8iaySZ-z3DINlMchQkbJiMliJFobr4aoF7_7hUonZ2_Crf5z95sezH0S6nhqLj9vxp6w6dRJTzIAOqVCQEls/s320/DSC00128.JPG" /></a> On the card front, they all drew me a picture and Butterfly Personified put them all into a book for me. Here is the cover - mangled bean pole writhing in the wind - me.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYqMimj0liQsRS56psR2T58h1Emow6bAWZvF6zli8MliqsGhQifMIGG7W1jNUBSZqwQTcsCeA3Zawz_OHZGZIjFmHr26HOTmyXrcanzmZ999oUnuobXSyLRkMoJ0Q49kP3DN4oV0EPWc/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384462204596160034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYqMimj0liQsRS56psR2T58h1Emow6bAWZvF6zli8MliqsGhQifMIGG7W1jNUBSZqwQTcsCeA3Zawz_OHZGZIjFmHr26HOTmyXrcanzmZ999oUnuobXSyLRkMoJ0Q49kP3DN4oV0EPWc/s320/DSC00129.JPG" /></a> My mans superb art skills.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U7YNdSEU-2KNxT5Tn6fIc47yyWSomQtkmQ0FJe6i1-Uv8JXSIj-sN25Gci46Tp-UWwlZjRn5kLAzm1cJFxhr4Z_PF32_qCfIp593hIt2_sEViyQGFnzR31cBZ1MW9B-_3w6X9wh3XmU/s1600-h/DSC00130.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461123769361122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6U7YNdSEU-2KNxT5Tn6fIc47yyWSomQtkmQ0FJe6i1-Uv8JXSIj-sN25Gci46Tp-UWwlZjRn5kLAzm1cJFxhr4Z_PF32_qCfIp593hIt2_sEViyQGFnzR31cBZ1MW9B-_3w6X9wh3XmU/s320/DSC00130.JPG" /></a> Butterfly Personified's handy work. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDnepS2m1mc4kucQt-6aADXHtdmrCVtuzKXJGM6HxD8hWBI1zcBBVr5wwxwMFN_nDL6y77hyphenhyphenM60A-g4yndJpdv0VH2tj1hXe4dIZvuTO0os3ti0pfcaZUTDOzW6yV0etw35oJcYedQ3g/s1600-h/DSC00131.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461114559012738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDnepS2m1mc4kucQt-6aADXHtdmrCVtuzKXJGM6HxD8hWBI1zcBBVr5wwxwMFN_nDL6y77hyphenhyphenM60A-g4yndJpdv0VH2tj1hXe4dIZvuTO0os3ti0pfcaZUTDOzW6yV0etw35oJcYedQ3g/s320/DSC00131.JPG" /></a>Dash giving me a present.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB93u-4DRBTbah9ZZN6r0TKb1vJ9QYXlddN1Rf0HpYhYHVlTZ-volWBhEw6Da1jPE0g0qkaTbkCZ_sTOuv5c9Pt08zpe_aLCtpHOe0BESBzLYH7ghRwSasx9cCZrNuSUj9csqUQZcsR5c/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461105796719570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB93u-4DRBTbah9ZZN6r0TKb1vJ9QYXlddN1Rf0HpYhYHVlTZ-volWBhEw6Da1jPE0g0qkaTbkCZ_sTOuv5c9Pt08zpe_aLCtpHOe0BESBzLYH7ghRwSasx9cCZrNuSUj9csqUQZcsR5c/s320/DSC00132.JPG" /></a> Princess Buttercup in all her majesty.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHy0MMIju3QfjUhw5rBVJ2csfoXhv8qe3r8sCBra29O9_pRymN043k3iE_lAnYdcqYftZLPXudCxFK-wLrxj5OzziEhIA7gTUAvOSgSi_3sOifyEfPAmv5UA-aSDyDpmy2fXmDNhm9x0/s1600-h/DSC00133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461097583074050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzHy0MMIju3QfjUhw5rBVJ2csfoXhv8qe3r8sCBra29O9_pRymN043k3iE_lAnYdcqYftZLPXudCxFK-wLrxj5OzziEhIA7gTUAvOSgSi_3sOifyEfPAmv5UA-aSDyDpmy2fXmDNhm9x0/s320/DSC00133.JPG" /></a> And Hulk at work. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJrgtG_45b82qD9zE0Y-AdefIHyjrm5TcUVTudTbybBPP9w6sRVYeDnFxDOJPOKnbISyGmcZXcOhQM0MSkuv8c2YuQQGIW2A8HS3hHUFB8FCJ53uOs3GgSbAzBa88L7t9nZiGongLCzw/s1600-h/DSC00135.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384461090124418914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJrgtG_45b82qD9zE0Y-AdefIHyjrm5TcUVTudTbybBPP9w6sRVYeDnFxDOJPOKnbISyGmcZXcOhQM0MSkuv8c2YuQQGIW2A8HS3hHUFB8FCJ53uOs3GgSbAzBa88L7t9nZiGongLCzw/s320/DSC00135.JPG" /></a> You also can't leave out the part where Milk Maid Supreme made dinner for everyone - yeah, I still have to do that part - and then, in my freakishly uncoordinated way, I explode dinner down the front of the stove, myself, and the floor. Hooray for me, but what's new. It was a great day anyway! </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-45925138616489534702009-09-20T18:00:00.000-07:002009-09-20T19:09:36.199-07:00What does it really take?We have started the school year successfully and all is going well. That also means that Dash and Butterfly Personified have new literature books that must be read. I started with BP's since I have already read Dash's when BP was in 3rd grade. I just need to brush up on those. BP started with 'Sarah, Plain and Tall' but I had never heard of the next one that she needs to read. It is called 'Esperanza Rising' by Pam Munoz Ryan. The book was based on true events. I thought that it was an excellent read - all-be-it a little too 'real' for a fifth grader perhaps - and I went through it quickly. But that's not the point here.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpXuRVyCeX6vLmDW-ldToppFwA9zccNnD6RzsUwzHi9p9vDEq1Kdjh0tmDA4RVOmzBI7Vz2Z8mEls-hg9qab0XpJZcKcMZ2AqP3p8tX-kbGNNOGBWGO3BC2G7rJxD3whCGWh6u2LsCCM/s1600-h/esper3.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383719891485038546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDpXuRVyCeX6vLmDW-ldToppFwA9zccNnD6RzsUwzHi9p9vDEq1Kdjh0tmDA4RVOmzBI7Vz2Z8mEls-hg9qab0XpJZcKcMZ2AqP3p8tX-kbGNNOGBWGO3BC2G7rJxD3whCGWh6u2LsCCM/s320/esper3.gif" /></a> There is a part in the book that I wanted to reference. Esperanza and her mother were having to flee to the United States for work. She grew up very rich and her whole life was being altered quite a bit. She was used to having servants and feeling above others. The passage says:<br /> They had been on the train for four days and nights when a woman got on with a wire cage containing six red hens. The chickens squawked and cackled and when they flapped their wings, tiny russet feathers floated around the car. The woman sat opposite Mama and Hortensia and within minutes she had told them that her name was Carmen, that her husband had died and left her with eight children, and that she had been at her brother's house helping his family with a new baby. <br /> "Would you like dulces, sweets?" she asked Esperanza, holding open a bag. <br /> Esperanza looked at Mama, who smiled and nodded her approval. <br /> "Senora, why do you travel with the hens?" asked Mama.<br /> "I sell eggs to feed my family. My brother raises hens and he gave these to me."<br /> "And you can support your large family that way?" asked Hortensia.<br /> Carmen smiled. "I am poor, but I am rich. I have my children, I have a garden with roses, and I have my faith and the memories of those who have gone before me. What more is there?"<br /> When they pulled into Carmen's town, Mama gave her three of the beautiful lace carpetas she had made. "For your house," she said.<br /> Carmen gave Mama two chickens, in an old shopping bag that she tied with string. "For your future," she said.<br /> Then Mama, Hortensia, and Carmen hugged as if they had been friends forever. <br /> They watched Carmen greet her waiting children, several of the little ones scrambling into her arms. <br /> In front of the station , a crippled Indian woman crawled on her knees, her hand outstretched toward a group of ladies and gentlemen who were finely dressed in clothes like the ones that used to hang in Esperanza's closet. The people turned their backs on the begging woman but Carmen walked over and gave her a coin and some tortillas from her bag. The woman blessed her, making the sign of the cross. Then Carmen took her children's hands and walked away. <br /> "She has eight children and sells eggs to survive. Yet when she can barely afford it she gave your mother two hens and helped the crippled woman."<br /><br /> I have thought a lot about that over the past few days. Farmer Bob and I have always considered ourselves poor until recently, on one occasion having to take assistance from the church to get by. Farmer Bob works hard and we are in a better position now than we have ever been in 12 years of marriage. We prayed and fasted about where we should move to after he graduated from the academy. Heavenly Father told us to go to the poorest county in the entire state. After living here for less than a year we realized that we had never actually been poor. The people in this county are poor. Some of them aren't but a majority are. I have wondered what our purpose is here, why we keep getting told that we can't move from here. I think that one reason is to humble us and we have truly been humbled. You hear stories about poor people all the time, people needing help of all kinds, but it's never a part of your world - therefor never being a part of your consciousness - until you live in it. Even though we live above it, we are still in it. When I would help at the school for things like Santa shop, I would watch the kids come in and you automatically know the ones who don't have money. The sad thing is that they just sit down, gaze at all the things that they wish they could get, and quietly wait for the others to shop. I would go to the office and put money in envelopes with children's names on them, asking the Secretary to distribute them. She would always try and talk me out of it, telling me that I was wasting my money, but I knew how those children would feel when they found out that they had just a little something to spend. <br /> Now that we actually have extra cash at the end of the month we sit and think about all the different ways that we could spend it. Different ways that we can get out and 'finally have fun with the kids'. Big vacations, bowling or mini golf, movies at the theatre - not just rentals to watch at home - going out to eat more often, more activities to involve them in (dancing, soccer, base ball, you get the idea), etc. Not wanting their childhood to pass them or us by. Wanting to live every moment to the fullest. <br /> But the simple truth is that we don't need to do those things to be happy even though we have the money to. Carmen's family was happy and they were poor as dirt. Did they go on super awesome vacations? Did they have Nintendos, game cubes, or cell phones? Their Mother gave them the most simple and loving example of happiness that could ever be given aside from Christ. We don't need all of those things to make us happy. Being together - doing whatever, no money required - and being unified creates happiness. <br /> There are still starving children in the United States. What makes me and my family better than them? Because we make more money? Not a chance. The Lord doesn't just require our check of 10% and our fast offerings of two meals. The covenant that I made to live by the Law of Consecration doesn't begin after I've taken my kids on the big vacation of the year or after I have my new 4 wheeler. That is the adversary telling me that worldly things are more important than people. <br /> Don't get the impression that I do all these wonderful things and I'm on my soap box preaching a sermon and calling for repentance. I wouldn't write about it if I didn't have work to do on myself. I struggle every day with things like wishing I had granite counter tops instead of Formica or wishing I had that grand wrap around porch that we intended to add on instead of going the most practical route and just doing the roof to a degree that makes it so we don't have rain in the house. We are trying to fix MANY things on our house before it starts falling down and it is so tempting to just get the brand new sink because it's pretty instead of using the sink that we already have that is sufficient. I have heard so many times "Awe, just get it. You deserve it." Why do I deserve it. What have I done to deserve extra privileges when Johnny down the street just lost his house or because single mom Judy can't really feed her family even though she works all the time. What makes me more special and deserving than them, even if I have the money for it.<br /> I want to be like Carmen. I want to be like the mothers of the 2000 stripling warriors - my four precious warriors - raising them not just on words but by example. An example of benevolence and charity. I want them to recognize just how blessed they are without all those worldly things and learn to be happy with the basics - their family, a garden of roses, their faith, and the memory of those who have gone before.Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4295611886035677218.post-559631379741381502009-09-10T14:12:00.000-07:002009-09-10T15:26:59.199-07:00Gratitude in Abundance - part IIn two months I now have an hour to devote myself to writing. And since my children (when they are grown up of coarse) are the sole target for this blog - to get to know their mother on a more personal level - and it is their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">welfare</span> that has kept me from blogging, then I don't think there will be many complaints about the ginormous laps in time since my last blog. I have been so overwhelmed by the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">enormity</span> of tasks that have come my way in the past weeks that I find myself run down. Not unhappy by any means, but just run down. I had to step back and take stock of all the things that I like, love, desire, respect, and have great <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gratitude</span> for. Here are just a few things: <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_YNTX19vgTRR-x_fEqDN3O-wkKiKjcustKKPCuxhEj_VVxveg7eFa6ruZQCwHS3qZv0MtPWUhbB267QisntuwGN_X_UmpzvtEQKpr-nYEBZ7joxhWc7wfmLespm4JrdEpkiEGD-Vk_Y/s1600-h/DSC00417.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956614823892850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ_YNTX19vgTRR-x_fEqDN3O-wkKiKjcustKKPCuxhEj_VVxveg7eFa6ruZQCwHS3qZv0MtPWUhbB267QisntuwGN_X_UmpzvtEQKpr-nYEBZ7joxhWc7wfmLespm4JrdEpkiEGD-Vk_Y/s320/DSC00417.JPG" /></a> A handful of fresh, plump, sun warmed raspberries.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMlSypmFYVsEETZrL_RpFW5QBDiJ2MZ_BElUA1q-ameBRs_438RgtpQxIV_IilwYPYRIjapEK-cy9vBbe8wzuiktjJ6k-5kZanQyn1zMB1dp86r4o69jKFXhsyrCmZ6l5P-uraUsqbCA/s1600-h/DSC00123.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956607475803490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMlSypmFYVsEETZrL_RpFW5QBDiJ2MZ_BElUA1q-ameBRs_438RgtpQxIV_IilwYPYRIjapEK-cy9vBbe8wzuiktjJ6k-5kZanQyn1zMB1dp86r4o69jKFXhsyrCmZ6l5P-uraUsqbCA/s320/DSC00123.JPG" /></a> Soft, fluffy, baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">chics</span> that grow up. I know that they look adorable - and they are for sure - but they also are lazy, dirty, and oh! so! stinky! I kid you not, these precious little Easter symbols reek beyond compare and I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> happy that they turn into this:<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41yhvdRBEGVxCmphtLk44Lf-pW4Tdv7C4s5tFvwPaimNNTm3vCxEe4gIgvvbIVEzOIjXJFGijRmd2SugGI5io7FzLye04JWP5w68B4hCgqic2a3lhf2ZOSN38pny2NuJiiCMsMg-oayE/s1600-h/DSC00410.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379956601896743906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41yhvdRBEGVxCmphtLk44Lf-pW4Tdv7C4s5tFvwPaimNNTm3vCxEe4gIgvvbIVEzOIjXJFGijRmd2SugGI5io7FzLye04JWP5w68B4hCgqic2a3lhf2ZOSN38pny2NuJiiCMsMg-oayE/s320/DSC00410.JPG" /></a> graceful beauties that bring all of us very much joy. They are very fun to watch.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAmy71UYNBnV76G5Jko45mEi3C-h4YOu77d8L4ShRJZ9CZy4Ug8g1ZWmwh3YfLtH8RQe6vJ3_ktSX80SNVJm3XXmALwzGzeS8u8i-Fhn_fG_HuDUZiMtjeKp7KSH7JfGc5UF5RgwRSDg/s1600-h/DSC00413.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379955111495467282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqAmy71UYNBnV76G5Jko45mEi3C-h4YOu77d8L4ShRJZ9CZy4Ug8g1ZWmwh3YfLtH8RQe6vJ3_ktSX80SNVJm3XXmALwzGzeS8u8i-Fhn_fG_HuDUZiMtjeKp7KSH7JfGc5UF5RgwRSDg/s320/DSC00413.JPG" /></a> This one is my favorite. Isn't she just gorgeous?!?! If you look close you will see the feathers on her feet. They run all the way down the outside edge of her leg to the end of her claws. I love the feathers that are on her neck. The two-tone give you the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">effect</span> of dozens of little diamonds, like a shimmering necklace. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXYTtNP7Ty0j-D_UHy2iqeqQqeZ-ewbYz81cFzi-ufJJ4Qyj2HbyMBtHG0WYpbhYqS2kF00emCe8KHQW0S1GfOn_gG3U-ti2ga5du3c5ygacJz5PWAMISOQr34JOm0_iwXKB2cBvS5RE/s1600-h/DSC00423.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379955102148545650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNXYTtNP7Ty0j-D_UHy2iqeqQqeZ-ewbYz81cFzi-ufJJ4Qyj2HbyMBtHG0WYpbhYqS2kF00emCe8KHQW0S1GfOn_gG3U-ti2ga5du3c5ygacJz5PWAMISOQr34JOm0_iwXKB2cBvS5RE/s320/DSC00423.JPG" /></a> I am also very thankful for the two bottom shelves in my freezer because they hold all of my frozen chickens that said <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">sianarah- or however you spell that - </span>last June. Yummy!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcD0MwYozgqeQUPbcm4e-M2BIGvGtG26c9r_W0gOFeJMwlexSa-FNYrO7TanUT3D1648XyYG00hEOttag4VZ-zD-RQW1QRPviOiPDJbDdQ9yThHgk-8yMXLZbTdt2FxfzhRLXrwbS6HiU/s1600-h/DSC00416.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379955092977748498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcD0MwYozgqeQUPbcm4e-M2BIGvGtG26c9r_W0gOFeJMwlexSa-FNYrO7TanUT3D1648XyYG00hEOttag4VZ-zD-RQW1QRPviOiPDJbDdQ9yThHgk-8yMXLZbTdt2FxfzhRLXrwbS6HiU/s320/DSC00416.JPG" /></a> And these long feathered roosters that will very soon join the ranks in the freezer. Adios boys! You've been great!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2fRnL57XXWEJavWKhZSC9TU5nP5FjMd2SFbppEuRhbh_Sf75aLPiYVDGxMC0OAx5hH6x4WFg_qb36b8g9XaPZzucn_lcD5rT6Uisd3QVY_VpIx9Hvg1GLvW8pJCcmfhXxWpVN7zeG2Y/s1600-h/DSC00414.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379955091080437394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2fRnL57XXWEJavWKhZSC9TU5nP5FjMd2SFbppEuRhbh_Sf75aLPiYVDGxMC0OAx5hH6x4WFg_qb36b8g9XaPZzucn_lcD5rT6Uisd3QVY_VpIx9Hvg1GLvW8pJCcmfhXxWpVN7zeG2Y/s320/DSC00414.JPG" /></a> Fresh, home grown milk.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr4fqxw_gjNlcGnPHdKHq6SfNeTyH7Lld7VD1kTKdE3dT20gpqDHABMe4T77hUiiPZbAaaw-8hy7IoQAzOEDo8mxm4C9S3Zo6qhQr6XdKXqFezvZPjbN7XEhJRaPGTQReJOw7Maa5yV4/s1600-h/DSC00408.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379955082418275650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtr4fqxw_gjNlcGnPHdKHq6SfNeTyH7Lld7VD1kTKdE3dT20gpqDHABMe4T77hUiiPZbAaaw-8hy7IoQAzOEDo8mxm4C9S3Zo6qhQr6XdKXqFezvZPjbN7XEhJRaPGTQReJOw7Maa5yV4/s320/DSC00408.JPG" /></a> My old <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">porcelain bus</span>.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCC6UNKv95FehYNssO7Pz84i28hNmbBJ29P3JSNSxdxUHJE2PD1ZajrUFi7u8Z0c9iWdjaMqt8msURHhLSiToqOKkBR__G4q0ee3L2eg4rbAGk7sP-bCvFLs1A-iqT4NyXd8zF0oX3_CA/s1600-h/DSC00425.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952968661132738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCC6UNKv95FehYNssO7Pz84i28hNmbBJ29P3JSNSxdxUHJE2PD1ZajrUFi7u8Z0c9iWdjaMqt8msURHhLSiToqOKkBR__G4q0ee3L2eg4rbAGk7sP-bCvFLs1A-iqT4NyXd8zF0oX3_CA/s320/DSC00425.JPG" /></a> My new <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">porcelain</span> bus - notice: NO MORE CARPET ON THE FLOOR! OH, HAPPY DAY!!!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvROx8pQRBYwsfuRIVUFWlj-jYhM-Ox1Tvd7YRL9k4rwiCmmTzNNDSXVmAaBBYbO-Z68QupzDJXFttTlzMnehCmkY1Mh2XJlDJxiKcdDp2a8wkk2Ze3VLvIz4fL5Qynsz_glYaLLrhwI/s1600-h/DSC00165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952960456444466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxvROx8pQRBYwsfuRIVUFWlj-jYhM-Ox1Tvd7YRL9k4rwiCmmTzNNDSXVmAaBBYbO-Z68QupzDJXFttTlzMnehCmkY1Mh2XJlDJxiKcdDp2a8wkk2Ze3VLvIz4fL5Qynsz_glYaLLrhwI/s320/DSC00165.JPG" /></a> The fact that I used to fit into these pants - not while I was pregnant - but no more! I took this picture out of frustration. Even though I have lost 70 pounds (we'll not talk about the 10 I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gained</span> back eating summer-on-the-go-fodder) I was very <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">disappointed</span> at the rate at which I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">loosing</span>. So I documented my progress for future reference. And even though I have this third boob that rears its ugly head when I sit down, protruding out over my belt line - I call her Large Marge :) - and I have enough junk in my trunk to rival a camels humps, I feel that I have still made much improvement. Will there be saggy skin 40 pounds from now? Very possible. Will I get it professionally removed? Not likely! I have this VERY strong aversion to ALL things that poke, slice, or pinch. Including - but not <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">limited</span> to - children, lobsters, needles, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">scalpels</span>, doctors, nurses, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">surgeons</span>, any form of bee, and cheese cutters. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVJYbuWg3B_MHgShknO3Y9325N8vjjNds_QurS43431tTvt63AEcYKi3MltMCZOqj2uDuKcZL7DAHWBG0G9FUt8LeyiFleWuTTX_Ne-XOfDmmeKOOdTmoGu3KzSiZVVWf8YHGtlJF3II/s1600-h/DSC00427.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952952840510994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisVJYbuWg3B_MHgShknO3Y9325N8vjjNds_QurS43431tTvt63AEcYKi3MltMCZOqj2uDuKcZL7DAHWBG0G9FUt8LeyiFleWuTTX_Ne-XOfDmmeKOOdTmoGu3KzSiZVVWf8YHGtlJF3II/s320/DSC00427.JPG" /></a> Domestic felicity!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXD7-_jvreESS4YnYrNoanO0kPKA6CnbIY-K5iAWIP7lMQvtc3iBHgxQrAA3U_DMZ5CBntyXsdlTD5ATfSDI5Br3RteH6YJBsL7fKMpQ8esdUHOM-ZlaXOASOVCE2Xu1dK9Dp3eTto5tg/s1600-h/DSC00406.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952941704254770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXD7-_jvreESS4YnYrNoanO0kPKA6CnbIY-K5iAWIP7lMQvtc3iBHgxQrAA3U_DMZ5CBntyXsdlTD5ATfSDI5Br3RteH6YJBsL7fKMpQ8esdUHOM-ZlaXOASOVCE2Xu1dK9Dp3eTto5tg/s320/DSC00406.JPG" /></a> Being able to go more and more days between having to wear my glasses. I didn't think that my right eye would ever go back to normal after I went blind, but I keep seeing improvements. I shouldn't drive without my glasses but I passed the vision test for my driver's licence WITHOUT my glasses. Hurray!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSsrJ-jJMQ9qMIk7UEhgZ32c_hCn3acLHVAjXlV2Q7tzGN8_7heayEInzAgUbpIvciFcuS1lW58HzWMQaeRbJLKVMVsBt24xYNGsu-fZdOMHGqhgWCn9D3aBMsbEtzKmXMKXY4yIHkn0/s1600-h/DSC00304.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379952934934953314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSSsrJ-jJMQ9qMIk7UEhgZ32c_hCn3acLHVAjXlV2Q7tzGN8_7heayEInzAgUbpIvciFcuS1lW58HzWMQaeRbJLKVMVsBt24xYNGsu-fZdOMHGqhgWCn9D3aBMsbEtzKmXMKXY4yIHkn0/s320/DSC00304.JPG" /></a> Harvest helpers. I couldn't do it without `em.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgutM6RCZ2rebNCzax_Cn7byi_Lo7IiByWKVwuzKbGbVBK5f8j-Khn1TENM7Av0WEzs_Q6HzCNMcPJNzRDBJQ9bsVW-MEhgiBvNNG4dsqs_0Tsnks4qrqrbf3-HNoawSbtgN1d1uDqJK54/s1600-h/DSC00430.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379951381395369362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgutM6RCZ2rebNCzax_Cn7byi_Lo7IiByWKVwuzKbGbVBK5f8j-Khn1TENM7Av0WEzs_Q6HzCNMcPJNzRDBJQ9bsVW-MEhgiBvNNG4dsqs_0Tsnks4qrqrbf3-HNoawSbtgN1d1uDqJK54/s320/DSC00430.JPG" /></a> Sweet, sweet, canned goods. Yep! I did that :)!!! Aren't they <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooo</span> pretty?!?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnDnbNEs5ErsRlQPWKjy9Z-Q8NE22XRXS4twsJsfCP-CAspYRk2jh0ypIb_ePgHWZ3447skyKAjLh03NfUuiOg8L1l65OUvxcQlZ_Aw90ANKQqiGg1S8fn6pL5m-0M6qGlZyE_5lTxpw/s1600-h/DSC00407.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379951376105780514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnDnbNEs5ErsRlQPWKjy9Z-Q8NE22XRXS4twsJsfCP-CAspYRk2jh0ypIb_ePgHWZ3447skyKAjLh03NfUuiOg8L1l65OUvxcQlZ_Aw90ANKQqiGg1S8fn6pL5m-0M6qGlZyE_5lTxpw/s320/DSC00407.JPG" /></a> A phone that finally works!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBBbq8LpN3VxG5WiZc2mqa7iWlv3Wrs4fPV-xr6-UNVgGiOyeiRfua4VKriS3GT68KAMrfBgsxk5Qb5tw93RQJyN0qwcmCoQW8lvR9uvTdrM9e2B9gVJmZQ7zosdIu4Rdt9d-XKNQPUc/s1600-h/DSC00435.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379951368299376978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZBBbq8LpN3VxG5WiZc2mqa7iWlv3Wrs4fPV-xr6-UNVgGiOyeiRfua4VKriS3GT68KAMrfBgsxk5Qb5tw93RQJyN0qwcmCoQW8lvR9uvTdrM9e2B9gVJmZQ7zosdIu4Rdt9d-XKNQPUc/s320/DSC00435.JPG" /></a> My wonderful, happy, smart, sweet, loving, funny, kiddos!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8It4EtXXxilW5hhuI2P9IG-U3tHLo2rIOU2Gn-5G27fgmTaNtspqUAmesSReklBd8fSxyUg6MTucvqUtib5MOERpaKzM438g_rFO4yxIFkkfW8vEsIeOzkWuubYtIc8erjcD36QMKdLY/s1600-h/DSC00455.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379951354441211714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8It4EtXXxilW5hhuI2P9IG-U3tHLo2rIOU2Gn-5G27fgmTaNtspqUAmesSReklBd8fSxyUg6MTucvqUtib5MOERpaKzM438g_rFO4yxIFkkfW8vEsIeOzkWuubYtIc8erjcD36QMKdLY/s320/DSC00455.JPG" /></a> My man. Yes, I do mean it. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMkX96Sa2BfTYXztNvZZU0kiFb_t8famcf5jLXhzeCBi8QhpAb_kgaj-kneZxBpWqCMSkj9DYWhzsQzvqlZ0Nzgg114KJkzq4gXOTQfuoqCeUl3IysLORxYa5_qN1E0IfRdHErToCCs0/s1600-h/DSC00422.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379951341211396818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBMkX96Sa2BfTYXztNvZZU0kiFb_t8famcf5jLXhzeCBi8QhpAb_kgaj-kneZxBpWqCMSkj9DYWhzsQzvqlZ0Nzgg114KJkzq4gXOTQfuoqCeUl3IysLORxYa5_qN1E0IfRdHErToCCs0/s320/DSC00422.JPG" /></a> Fresh done toes!!!</div><div>The list could go on and on but since my hour is comming up and I HAVE to go make dinner now - I've put it off for far too long - this list will have to do. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Milk Maid Supremehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10066736325488323751noreply@blogger.com0