tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54442534329238503602024-03-05T05:56:30.773-08:00onesummertime.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-19043188853022331062010-05-12T09:13:00.000-07:002010-05-12T09:15:04.694-07:00moving the blog.i have decided to re invent my little blog. please come over to the <a href="http://thefireflymoon.blogspot.com">new blog</a> & read about us a little. the first post will describe the reasoning behind everything. hugs. summersummer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-15836996307546530822010-05-05T19:35:00.000-07:002010-05-06T06:47:48.854-07:00lots of time to sew.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpyUdthmdjELsRNruGYdyItjzj0V4sKZj3xD6GIRoGAGkLCDhue61mSF2VipyIp0bP4DogbTYuz9bVmE5_IWP2wuSgLNzRdIdCwkye3Z_jE5Sle7TiRXGKHL65cUG5aiaFV-kAyMgZAtY/s1600/DSC_0198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFpyUdthmdjELsRNruGYdyItjzj0V4sKZj3xD6GIRoGAGkLCDhue61mSF2VipyIp0bP4DogbTYuz9bVmE5_IWP2wuSgLNzRdIdCwkye3Z_jE5Sle7TiRXGKHL65cUG5aiaFV-kAyMgZAtY/s400/DSC_0198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005442528070770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqH8zva2dsjAILwkzEiqwYHtkzrj9bJdlA9twfDOzy7SuqKADzDGUKoBsNuRrcnHQSMMmonIcOF3GgXDNLkcBAq0QXBpfZqC4ULPuwknTVzSxYzuLKls87gP76Nd-2t8Lg6OgmAGqiWuKM/s1600/DSC_0196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqH8zva2dsjAILwkzEiqwYHtkzrj9bJdlA9twfDOzy7SuqKADzDGUKoBsNuRrcnHQSMMmonIcOF3GgXDNLkcBAq0QXBpfZqC4ULPuwknTVzSxYzuLKls87gP76Nd-2t8Lg6OgmAGqiWuKM/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466005302696933074" border="0" /></a><br />i've been crazy busy getting things organized in our cute little house up here in the pacific northwest. it has been a lot of fun and a lot of work. in the move some things were broken & some things were destroyed! one of the things that was destroyed has repaired. thanks to a little inspiration from... well my o.c.d... i got to work. in 2 hours my ottoman had a fresh new look. it was super easy. why white with two kids? one word... bleach!!!!!!<br /><br />up next... the couch! well... maybe that can wait a little while!!!summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-72084576788411636692010-04-27T21:21:00.000-07:002010-04-27T21:32:27.949-07:00little things that make me smile.sparkles make me smile. since (being now a resident of oregon) the glimmer of sunshine is something that makes me smile... simply because we see less of the sunshine up here. (by the way... did you know that in the springtime it isn't supposed to be 75-85 degrees? huh... just learned that). so for that i created my own glimmer... here is my replication of the shimmer in my new little house. these {antique glass crystals} were courtesy of my mom who works in a restoration store in the historic district of dallas/ fort worth, texas. i have carted these around with me for a while dying to find a place for them. here are the two things that i have done with them.<br /><br />#1: at the bottom of the jars hanging in the bathroom {2 from pottery barn... 1 a canning jar}. inside the jar a tea lights... to add a little sparkle. (candles are not lit in this picture)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW-8zsxjp1Fk95PnWNb0hILqfmCn8kXj7NIarTPs3uzAwBAQ7EQGH4Riv-Ud9s25bLsqTSKd724NUtEWLzIz-p131Lbdttn6AUbus8AFyNpJPh5W4oA-WbJqFc13JpbqqKkwWcW-HD1Qy/s1600/DSC_0200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrW-8zsxjp1Fk95PnWNb0hILqfmCn8kXj7NIarTPs3uzAwBAQ7EQGH4Riv-Ud9s25bLsqTSKd724NUtEWLzIz-p131Lbdttn6AUbus8AFyNpJPh5W4oA-WbJqFc13JpbqqKkwWcW-HD1Qy/s400/DSC_0200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040434531400962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />#2: hanging from my birdcage {minus the bird}, next to a lamp & candle that allow the glass to glimmer, glisten, & shine.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuU_vgyk8MK8opZ7KGxTGpJgdMm_foNvoPp-4Nb8PYLBPWXCvyeMm0cKZ7KDDBknpQNxTu3xaIsOTf00B8qI87r9SSEZDg9XEHW_q_7FbsWeT841pIUVb90XMxd23uYzjj7emt2UMF0_AZ/s1600/DSC_0197.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuU_vgyk8MK8opZ7KGxTGpJgdMm_foNvoPp-4Nb8PYLBPWXCvyeMm0cKZ7KDDBknpQNxTu3xaIsOTf00B8qI87r9SSEZDg9XEHW_q_7FbsWeT841pIUVb90XMxd23uYzjj7emt2UMF0_AZ/s400/DSC_0197.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465040424724494130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">{{</span>ps. more to come on our little adventures in oregon.<span style="font-size:180%;">}}</span>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-26168879287675774232010-04-26T07:22:00.000-07:002010-04-26T19:21:43.557-07:00i know i will get an award.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpG7-7wK_CRaygOu5fZJCuez5uB7OpbOYCI5MODaOaG4LBBBaY8INs8tLl7LPN_ptaHTsZwcSkDbLMy2HxK63NAAJEmJ_KVhqsqSBHHDW4I7iYXT7bAEjU58vlkhJHC5U7_RDYe2CGv_fu/s1600/ashlynn's+shirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpG7-7wK_CRaygOu5fZJCuez5uB7OpbOYCI5MODaOaG4LBBBaY8INs8tLl7LPN_ptaHTsZwcSkDbLMy2HxK63NAAJEmJ_KVhqsqSBHHDW4I7iYXT7bAEjU58vlkhJHC5U7_RDYe2CGv_fu/s400/ashlynn's+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464610577174213586" border="0" /></a><br />i asked ash this morning what she was going to say when i got the award for being the greatest mom... she laughed and said, 'that's a good question.' i know i am bound to get one because the other day when she came home from school she asked me to make her something pink to wear for the next day because... well she was supposed to wear pink. when i asked what she was supposed to wear pink for, she said she had no idea, but that elle said she should wear pink. so since i had just found a large piece of fabric at the bottom of my scrap bin (which i will show another time & what i am doing with those scraps), which wasn't even a scrap, it was a little piece of heaven, i set out to make her a quick little shirt. i know what you are thinking... why hasn't anyone presented the award yet... well i am waiting. ash will give the speech! now don't you think i should get an award for it?summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-80571628084066392082010-04-23T07:14:00.001-07:002010-04-23T08:40:13.284-07:00quilted memories<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtCTKEk0QdL3txFB4uYuuw8cMrAXM-N5c-9rxaehPFIR-mH189jsbwr0LiSsvs3nvbpo_mqi6956oxtPX3Z5jZJtqFn5RCWP-JZQKtWJbAzbI7Z6MBf-502hrgMAchig76ggzeJL5nCQy/s1600/breezi's+quilt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 351px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtCTKEk0QdL3txFB4uYuuw8cMrAXM-N5c-9rxaehPFIR-mH189jsbwr0LiSsvs3nvbpo_mqi6956oxtPX3Z5jZJtqFn5RCWP-JZQKtWJbAzbI7Z6MBf-502hrgMAchig76ggzeJL5nCQy/s400/breezi's+quilt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463357684263911890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><br />i quilted this all the way back in december... it was my christmas present to my little sister. it was a labor of love. the back of the quilt is my favorite part which usually is the case! going down the back (off centered) is a 'film strip' of pictures of her and my dad. the top picture being the hospital picture of my dad holding her (each of us have one with him). the bottom picture being a picture of her and my dad in hawaii a few years ago (her favorite) and in between are cherished memories of christmas past, father-daughter banquets, vacations in pismo, sailing off the coast of africa... i cried when i gave it to her. she cried too. more important... its usable! it now sits on her couch for everyone to see. a conversations started to share precious memories of our dad.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9591407364473872832010-04-22T08:00:00.000-07:002010-04-22T08:11:34.406-07:00a better person.<div style="text-align: center;">i <span style="font-size:130%;">grew up</span> in the same house as <span style="font-size:180%;">my dad.</span> i <span style="font-size:130%;">moved</span> out just down the street <span style="font-size:180%;">from my dad.</span> i always lived <span style="font-size:130%;">down the street </span>from my dad (with in a few miles) until 2 1/2 years ago when we moved up to san luis obispo. <span style="font-size:180%;"> random </span>thought right? well track with me for a second. this morning i am laying in bed having<span style="font-size:130%;"> 'cuddle time'</span> with both my kids. i told them that this was <span style="font-size:130%;">the best part</span> of my day. thought process chain:... i hope <span style="font-size:180%;">i never</span> take things like this for <span style="font-size:130%;">granted</span>... i hope i always have <span style="font-size:180%;">memories</span> like this that stay... how many memories have i<span style="font-size:130%;"> taken for granted</span>... i miss my dad... i <span style="font-size:130%;">took living close</span> to him for granted... i miss my dad... i wish i had <span style="font-size:180%;">treasured </span>more of that time and not simply thought of it as just hanging out but rather as an opportunity to gleam something <span style="font-size:130%;">from him</span>... i guess i did learn... <span style="font-size:180%;">because of him</span> i want to cherish <span style="font-size:130%;">& treasure</span> these memories... i want to be a better person. i grew up in the <span style="font-size:130%;">same house</span> as my dad. i moved out <span style="font-size:130%;">just down </span>the street from my dad. i <span style="font-size:130%;">always</span> lived down the street from<span style="font-size:180%;"> my dad </span>(with in a few miles) until 2 1/2 years ago when we moved up to san luis obispo. random<span style="font-size:180%;"> thought right</span>?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXm91xDNm8nK3fE6ssc2vlYteNBzP2pFfg4ObHm4ot-4QgO1Lbp3v9GAf8F2UOymqUyjFrr2QJaNWcc7_oIV8OzBvUBRmJpVA7Q1Tn9qdDHX3J1_0OAO9hf9pKqUBL1rP1hdb2JR2IZpL/s1600/DSC_0098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOXm91xDNm8nK3fE6ssc2vlYteNBzP2pFfg4ObHm4ot-4QgO1Lbp3v9GAf8F2UOymqUyjFrr2QJaNWcc7_oIV8OzBvUBRmJpVA7Q1Tn9qdDHX3J1_0OAO9hf9pKqUBL1rP1hdb2JR2IZpL/s400/DSC_0098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462979478319419986" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">random thought... random picture from our adventure on saturday.<br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-82639070897335505002010-04-20T08:14:00.001-07:002010-04-20T08:22:11.940-07:00raw pictures.<div style="text-align: center;">two things struck me when i was looking at these pictures... first being the love of a boy for his dog. these two will play out in the backyard, chasing each other, jeremy trying to ride hurley, playing 'fetch' & tug. watching them wrestle in the backyard does my heart good. best friends. buddies. homies. second... these pictures are completely unedited. look how green the grass is & jeremy's eyes are pretty killer too. <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitNSlQ6Vs2R6o3UODE94j26M490Gqvgy2Gk-0uoLmkOyVnSiokljZqb4AgGSwM9DZfeKvYvtMi587Y9hgMCSI73FThs4DjYv6MJP7-5_BYUqPsb-TEFueTCmR-wLwpC6GfhBRQ2C19RzWE/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6vywS4ZGVuOcNVlmzrEblZSu8YswYovVr5Ba8sYWAdlhR6PpV5GJAS5FoyjOK1x22Y9rTiy5YZUZjp73o84Ex9B6_fh-4bldyLn5f5_8AYUDN8SO9RaX9kdqLF6Do9G1kizekAAAa7Es/s400/DSC_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832799761744194" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkDlFvfar01IyW_9xJq-fzYTw2t3FWHSv6fLQW9As5mn8aL6KcQfuQklNW6u35De-JZ3vriZjduyq7iFnul-PUfXq4MLPNKEKzY6zEtEKvfwP7NnKhCwcG86aHAU0jM3vAeS76ByaZ_BA/s1600/DSC_0529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipkDlFvfar01IyW_9xJq-fzYTw2t3FWHSv6fLQW9As5mn8aL6KcQfuQklNW6u35De-JZ3vriZjduyq7iFnul-PUfXq4MLPNKEKzY6zEtEKvfwP7NnKhCwcG86aHAU0jM3vAeS76ByaZ_BA/s400/DSC_0529.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454832790491471554" border="0" /></a>she wants to be an inventor when she grows up.<br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-41742363370562612542010-03-27T09:14:00.000-07:002010-03-27T09:40:01.191-07:00remembering my dad.<div style="text-align: center;">1 year later:<br />this is how we remembered him.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioG-jRj-W2OD9aMB48flWPhivIol_6P0s1cVsfJMZcBIGqIO1VzCmciKaCdP5KXxfD_IwY7B6CDSKGbRowm6owVpTGogXVampIbqp17aZkp-YwAWQkj4uqQFUV9yv44yRt-H6Pz7oUNxDh/s1600/DSC_0797.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioG-jRj-W2OD9aMB48flWPhivIol_6P0s1cVsfJMZcBIGqIO1VzCmciKaCdP5KXxfD_IwY7B6CDSKGbRowm6owVpTGogXVampIbqp17aZkp-YwAWQkj4uqQFUV9yv44yRt-H6Pz7oUNxDh/s400/DSC_0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453350502421222002" border="0" /></a>the picture below his head stone. decorated about 6 months ago by jeremy with rocks.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxF8a9HX-S8oIUnj4bl8JsZEwzjrmJU4yz7tZ8x2REWrSORXH8iMkncoVn8Ay9WdIU9Og9G8Mlk1gKrOYUS666IT9LTcGfNxOp17dT-pB9wbfo3-3X-IQrWmiqbnH2HpQ7R_eyRFfmNMtW/s1600/DSC_0707.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxF8a9HX-S8oIUnj4bl8JsZEwzjrmJU4yz7tZ8x2REWrSORXH8iMkncoVn8Ay9WdIU9Og9G8Mlk1gKrOYUS666IT9LTcGfNxOp17dT-pB9wbfo3-3X-IQrWmiqbnH2HpQ7R_eyRFfmNMtW/s400/DSC_0707.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348564498174978" border="0" /></a>jeremy keeping his papa's picture clean.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETRLMu1eTIWew8-Z0j2ZosufII4NvI6dsp1tm6p8SXhT0G16y5znaYMFl4vfXefvvrWQPjl69pm8unWIkfFpacTbIwi0nVgLdelNKQhTKQ7FOIRHlpIvD3nE5bHZTjiUCDvPzRWSUUYJO/s1600/DSC_0706.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiETRLMu1eTIWew8-Z0j2ZosufII4NvI6dsp1tm6p8SXhT0G16y5znaYMFl4vfXefvvrWQPjl69pm8unWIkfFpacTbIwi0nVgLdelNKQhTKQ7FOIRHlpIvD3nE5bHZTjiUCDvPzRWSUUYJO/s400/DSC_0706.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348557813115378" border="0" /></a>my favorite picture of the day. the kids sat at his grave for a little while and then walked away comforting on another. a treasured memory for sure.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXftI3yannoibu6KbcluZVm_MuxBGwM-EgkQxVZ-BEYKwx62GnPOFBya7IM-Hp_DBR19_RnvtXk2XRqiitbVKuvfHPG3MMDk8xEucfBBiUXGF-Uv1Q0o20_fshW-qNsIy12_uMYfoYpLSk/s1600/DSC_0719.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXftI3yannoibu6KbcluZVm_MuxBGwM-EgkQxVZ-BEYKwx62GnPOFBya7IM-Hp_DBR19_RnvtXk2XRqiitbVKuvfHPG3MMDk8xEucfBBiUXGF-Uv1Q0o20_fshW-qNsIy12_uMYfoYpLSk/s400/DSC_0719.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348572382840770" border="0" /></a>we let balloons go. 1 blue balloon to symbolize 1 year passing.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGzHSAumXaMjpdh2VCQyNFsNPRcvfxpz3a9tQgutfR-CTdTkXljawaPmJQd-OR4Mcv5jY0vr8-53IriEeErBJ3Cf7SOE4Q4c-8RcVJMNdOiNOU-akpbemPUbPZBMm2FpUC8PQ1_7mW-6Q/s1600/DSC_0731.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRGzHSAumXaMjpdh2VCQyNFsNPRcvfxpz3a9tQgutfR-CTdTkXljawaPmJQd-OR4Mcv5jY0vr8-53IriEeErBJ3Cf7SOE4Q4c-8RcVJMNdOiNOU-akpbemPUbPZBMm2FpUC8PQ1_7mW-6Q/s400/DSC_0731.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348581587623634" border="0" /></a>my sweet niece becca.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IKYzKK8Q7HI3MJvQ8IuqnhlXmF5FGYjMmP8M_yuAzd13qFlP3Q3zOO9ancQCVfs_voSrDH2_KOiTQJjHcckjkRXR-qTcpUNsrqT3OLocE6dAv0I9azlsXcRYuT6emgbv9yK4NPCNlWPJ/s1600/DSC_0746.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8IKYzKK8Q7HI3MJvQ8IuqnhlXmF5FGYjMmP8M_yuAzd13qFlP3Q3zOO9ancQCVfs_voSrDH2_KOiTQJjHcckjkRXR-qTcpUNsrqT3OLocE6dAv0I9azlsXcRYuT6emgbv9yK4NPCNlWPJ/s400/DSC_0746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453348589624579298" border="0" /></a>uncle todd and becca doing 'up downs'.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFJmR31rnQQGdx2yuFFJ2gO3ZeG4BgT5UEQRPqfDtwJSGlhpoe_fc0zDAam236H3qZfz95GEzdXmkGUnxwCpprox5jrA8mUTod9qaJBuUV-gLihP7RcrmNnJA_7cIKtOEgRJGcM3ZAp6pD/s1600/DSC_0750.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvUMRDhVqYlLPEtA2MHtWsK0t_ErqSSBbiZLNzHys0gmw902GDU2kG9I7yX89o93QTGh3_wByxradirUCp8XU5at1h0IpkpBDUdktQoCIw5Wvv5PYW3nBGNQT6AZSrEL_IecT1xqHT1KAF/s400/DSC_0781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349566826695186" border="0" /></a>the siblings... breezi, tony & i.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhF9bH4Z7HgnIBUFqjpAB5PwCFKl-oyw8SV5B7vNGtXFPbT8jFdgWQ5r-LqkoHF42EdqcKFSohlQiienrftJlOiniF4Ewg2OsLcdd-Ua3YMfLfSSpl2YpriQT44J7YbGwwKb5JR65SZ3F/s1600/DSC_0786.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzhF9bH4Z7HgnIBUFqjpAB5PwCFKl-oyw8SV5B7vNGtXFPbT8jFdgWQ5r-LqkoHF42EdqcKFSohlQiienrftJlOiniF4Ewg2OsLcdd-Ua3YMfLfSSpl2YpriQT44J7YbGwwKb5JR65SZ3F/s400/DSC_0786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453349563397737538" border="0" /></a>my sisters best friend (who is apart of the family), breezi & ash.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7cm1OdZWRc98lnhs_Z3xpm-wsz8wkXfsa2ZI80ZvOk7Aj_W541VXJAAl25_GiWM-0YGvGyGCW-d4UFtIcA1q5pP-FFMP2680pvCvg0-SSRPdoLogPIQtq-zad4JerCRUZI9GHt562CXF/s1600/DSC_0805.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL7cm1OdZWRc98lnhs_Z3xpm-wsz8wkXfsa2ZI80ZvOk7Aj_W541VXJAAl25_GiWM-0YGvGyGCW-d4UFtIcA1q5pP-FFMP2680pvCvg0-SSRPdoLogPIQtq-zad4JerCRUZI9GHt562CXF/s400/DSC_0805.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453350560404101570" border="0" /></a>the end of the day we bar.b.qued at my sisters house. jt curled up on lindsay's shoulder. we had to take a picture because he is going to want this when he gets older.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">and that concluded our day.</span></span><br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-20493605779357692602010-03-22T09:00:00.000-07:002010-03-22T09:18:50.261-07:00saturday.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekNvGoqfR7fEOoPSGns9YXKwttG_g2XzoBx0GQ1mmDOleiyWc3Xckxoht6WM78V4nLS6mVxXzSyBFV45ca1Gq_0srV6Sa_0eqbyyWuUofkNInYPjtZDeePLrbFGjJIBiuqX-pfrCfxVHl/s1600-h/crazy+days+039.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjekNvGoqfR7fEOoPSGns9YXKwttG_g2XzoBx0GQ1mmDOleiyWc3Xckxoht6WM78V4nLS6mVxXzSyBFV45ca1Gq_0srV6Sa_0eqbyyWuUofkNInYPjtZDeePLrbFGjJIBiuqX-pfrCfxVHl/s400/crazy+days+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451493070975490914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />these past few weeks are but a blur. hard & emotional. tiresome. i can't quite figure out where they all have gone. vaporized into some time warped place in nothingness & i sit here and try to figure out what is going on. saturday rocked my world. i stood in a storage unit... recently emptied and displayed before me were all of my dads belongings. hard... yes. sad... yes. a blessing... definitely. as we dug deeper into the things that were my dads, my sister stumbled upon 2 files. one said 'breezi' & the other said 'summer'. there was nothing profound in them. no letters to us from him. but what was inside showed me what my dad treasured. he treasured us. he has all the letters i had written to him. my graduation stuff from high school. my first speeding ticket. my drivers test. a stub from when we went to go look at cars when he was getting me my first car. the card that the hospital gave him the day he received my blood during surgery. my college class schedule. a tee sheet from the first time we went golfing together, on it was his hand writting that said 'first round of golf with summer.' this one impacted me in a way that i didn't think it would. it was a beautiful momento. i remember that day well. i have such an insight into his heart for his kids.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-58658688498411178212010-02-24T08:14:00.000-08:002010-02-24T08:43:50.205-08:00my life. my loves. my lists.i found this book at starbucks and it has a ton of questions, some thought provoking... some silly. there are quotes from people that are directly related to the questions asked. i love books like this. i started to do the book. so fun. here is my first question i've answered.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">'recall as often as you wish; a happy memory never wears out.' libbie fudim<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">'what are the things i think of that always make me smile?'<br /><br />-running around climbing trees with my brother as a kid.<br />-the day i found out i had a little sister (seriously feels like it was yesterday. my brother wanted a boy... i wanted a girl. i won. i wasn't gracious.)<br />-my dad.<br />-when my friend stephanie 'encouraged' todd to ask me out. (hilarious story that i had nothing to do with.)<br />-when i got married.<br />-when each of my kids asked jesus into their heart.<br />-ashlynn laying with my dad in bed and watching cartoons.<br />-talking to my niece on the phone.<br />-baking with ash.<br />-playing baseball with jeremy.<br />-hearing my kids talk about my dad.<br />-reading a good book.<br />-going to scooters jungle with the fam.<br />-mandy. anna. steph. alyssa.<br />-laughter.<br /><br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-171114362038616732010-01-20T09:27:00.000-08:002010-01-20T09:47:22.476-08:00over a month.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KB78gow0Nubt8EJtbLn7srU7Vq50NLk70jrTdmps8oSBp7bO_tTTinizK54-wZ657pS6-2vV7xjBnTnV3GrtTIiwcWxZXoK7-pV7Y4F_PNBvI7nCXVSEZBtCFqrjmQEFdOR5EInP_ZgS/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_KB78gow0Nubt8EJtbLn7srU7Vq50NLk70jrTdmps8oSBp7bO_tTTinizK54-wZ657pS6-2vV7xjBnTnV3GrtTIiwcWxZXoK7-pV7Y4F_PNBvI7nCXVSEZBtCFqrjmQEFdOR5EInP_ZgS/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428878849398109186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoLitIpyEs4o4GpWM6CuC5MEYmN1wkH8RHDzr7B3NlZwT8MgCQDtKs2LeCrGz7RUj3RfPb78t36dgu3srrvz8BSC_-UTMyZmSJMAQ7mFE2tFEp75KfKC3I9frF_sxDeXhso4Jx_klw9g0/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdoLitIpyEs4o4GpWM6CuC5MEYmN1wkH8RHDzr7B3NlZwT8MgCQDtKs2LeCrGz7RUj3RfPb78t36dgu3srrvz8BSC_-UTMyZmSJMAQ7mFE2tFEp75KfKC3I9frF_sxDeXhso4Jx_klw9g0/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428878700089034626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it has been a crazy month. i mean crazy! seriously crazy.<br />we packed. enjoyed christmas amongst boxes.<br />loaded a moving truck (2 trucks).<br />said goodbye to slo. and hello to LA.<br />enjoyed my niece and nephew a ton.<br />i started running again after a small hiatus.<br />spent new years watching jeremy do push-ups.<br />(see todd's facebook for the video).<br />went to arizona for a good friends father funeral.<br />ash got a library card.<br />sewing like crazy (more to come with that).<br />i am homeschooling the little hommies.<br />i love it. seriously love it.<br />enjoying the family.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-9712797125584026542009-12-17T08:13:00.000-08:002009-12-17T08:18:31.153-08:00T (minus) 10 days.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1XvF0O-dO7v_7tFlkJupFUtuAeoDIDFUEnlRUn2T3MsazKTMubaqGzOk5axqzXiYo4MinNhin-A-RqeLHJNIA9dQrAvrIAACQszV_N1yU1BJ2muW9nYnedM399hrxOmIqemSYKsmcTRH/s1600-h/200.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE1XvF0O-dO7v_7tFlkJupFUtuAeoDIDFUEnlRUn2T3MsazKTMubaqGzOk5axqzXiYo4MinNhin-A-RqeLHJNIA9dQrAvrIAACQszV_N1yU1BJ2muW9nYnedM399hrxOmIqemSYKsmcTRH/s400/200.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416239788796949666" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;">not until christmas, until we move. yep... 10 days.<br />so most of my house has boxes in every room.<br /> it is pretty much a disaster.<br /> i am learning to be okay the stuff not being put away (learning).<br />but amongst the angst of stuff being everywhere my mom sent me<br />this picture of me and my dad.<br />it was soothing. i was about 7 (ashlynn's age).<br />my dad had just had his thyroid removed.<br />he took me to the father-daughter banquet at our church. <br />this brought me peace amongst the chaos we are<br />choosing to call life.<br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-42602798681015550932009-12-08T07:30:00.000-08:002009-12-08T12:37:30.031-08:00monday blessing.monday's generally have the same blessing. it is when eli comes over. yesterday was not different... it was just the same. that was my beautiful blessing yesterday. we had dinner. then we looked at 127 pages of peopleofwalmart.com and laughed hysterically at some of the interesting people who cross the threshold of walmart (while todd played super mario brothers). it is so nice when things are the same amidst change.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-57471392938462490262009-12-07T15:27:00.000-08:002009-12-07T15:38:56.432-08:00blessings.blessings seem to come in droves when you need them. i suppose we are in need of them right now because we have been blessed beyond measure this weekend. which gave me a thought/ idea. we receive blessings each and every day. some little and some big. but often unnoticed. it got me thinking that i probably walk through my days without noticing those blessings. well... not anymore. i decided that i am going to find a blessing in each and everyday & hopefully pass those blessings on to someone else. this weekend our blessings were huge (in my book). here are just a few (seriously there is more than this).<br /><br />friday: we found a load of free boxes! almost when we were going to give up on looking for them, there they were. just sitting there all nice and neat waiting for us to grab them. (if you didn't know we are moving. that is why we need boxes.)<br /><br />saturday: someone paid our rent for us. we know who it was, but assume they will want to remain anonymous. it was their special gift to us. they had no idea how in need we were of that in that moment. it was so kind, generous, gracious, wonderful, thoughtful...<br /><br />sunday: the students in our ministry showed us so much love and compassion when ken told them that todd would be leaving grace. it seems weird, but to watching senior boys cry blessed me. they were able to demonstrate through their emotions that they loved us. i was touched beyond words through so many students yesterday.<br /><br />i have one for today... but i think 3 is enough for now. maybe i will post today's tomorrow.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-64765069462739874162009-11-19T13:35:00.000-08:002009-11-21T15:09:57.914-08:00best dressed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZnaWu4etGZweLRRNEKPOXyHxnCwthIE7ZCBa5wU1Tqgb0y8VabUriHN5Ve1DHbUWl2DCqxCbXChEU25TWQNOq1D-2FRCftb1WbhMh73ECO0As2LW_JADs17sjkJQ7Oc0KzAI_VFG3INQ/s1600/ashlynn's+olympic+shirt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWZnaWu4etGZweLRRNEKPOXyHxnCwthIE7ZCBa5wU1Tqgb0y8VabUriHN5Ve1DHbUWl2DCqxCbXChEU25TWQNOq1D-2FRCftb1WbhMh73ECO0As2LW_JADs17sjkJQ7Oc0KzAI_VFG3INQ/s400/ashlynn's+olympic+shirt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405935070875017090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />ashlynn had some <span style="font-size:130%;">cal poly students</span> come to her school last week<br />and help them put together 'the olympics'.<br />it was<span style="font-size:130%;"> really fun</span>. the students<br />help them pick names for their teams. come up with a<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">cheer for</span> the team. and told them to come dressed<br />in theme! well... ashlynn's team ended up<br />being the<span style="font-size:180%;"> dalmations. </span><br />their coach (aka a cal poly student) told them to <span style="font-size:130%;">come in black</span> and white.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">(well) </span>we had to go ALL out... of course.<br />why wouldn't you ?right?<br />so here is ash... dressed up in her black and white.<br />she got <span style="font-size:180%;">best dressed</span> for the day.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-66710099064538207132009-11-19T11:25:00.000-08:002009-11-19T11:31:05.268-08:00celebrating.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7p-b4o7w3HBObhiqi-laCiuZanUkbjs26Ckvnw4bR81GC123_0eUEgHRJmYDhqpFGEne7E-EBhye48PlEsUolbIgTWseVZNKq3gKcglFvqEwLWip_Egzs0C7XN8RDyL0_WdqwB-wPgHEd/s1600/chrismas+card+invitations.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7p-b4o7w3HBObhiqi-laCiuZanUkbjs26Ckvnw4bR81GC123_0eUEgHRJmYDhqpFGEne7E-EBhye48PlEsUolbIgTWseVZNKq3gKcglFvqEwLWip_Egzs0C7XN8RDyL0_WdqwB-wPgHEd/s400/chrismas+card+invitations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405899378550364018" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />here are the invitations i made for the high school<br />&& junior high staff christmas party.<br />they turned out so fun! && so simple.<br /><br /><br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-2629272055996367472009-10-19T20:44:00.000-07:002009-10-19T20:48:57.135-07:00so proud.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTG1pHa2T2TDES3m6KqRxCSgJCBC5g1M2y8A8RL5l013qSMmSLiy1m8gz9mY6L6xS-vooEBdfdswmQbjq4N-Aekm88mUE5-__4FrFfx9uFEeP6cf8jZ9KeoImUUCELiDm6BBKguQxkrVe/s1600-h/walk+a+thon+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBTG1pHa2T2TDES3m6KqRxCSgJCBC5g1M2y8A8RL5l013qSMmSLiy1m8gz9mY6L6xS-vooEBdfdswmQbjq4N-Aekm88mUE5-__4FrFfx9uFEeP6cf8jZ9KeoImUUCELiDm6BBKguQxkrVe/s400/walk+a+thon+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394524072685559586" border="0" /></a><br /><br />ashlynn did a walk.a.thon to raise money for her school. it is the only fundraiser that they do every year. i must admit i was proud of her. she ran the whole 20 minutes (except when she had water... it was so hot). here are a few pictures of the time she spent running. 1. stretching. 2. running. 3. cooling down. it was so adorable.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-73455389479931194982009-10-07T15:32:00.001-07:002009-10-07T15:36:16.766-07:00ash.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnWb5lFt3FYz9G6LYN4e1gSs3KlDFxd3td9jCqciBehXz1ILPynSDpC-PSMvjK_a5ldsX2EBAap1Uw8j53BdC-eeOlzvF3sZ0aCh6levXg9uTcZS4PNlKYQLbrdMKR2TtfEnLzNb4yOVR/s1600-h/DSC_0012.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvnWb5lFt3FYz9G6LYN4e1gSs3KlDFxd3td9jCqciBehXz1ILPynSDpC-PSMvjK_a5ldsX2EBAap1Uw8j53BdC-eeOlzvF3sZ0aCh6levXg9uTcZS4PNlKYQLbrdMKR2TtfEnLzNb4yOVR/s200/DSC_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990389836484994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLIY_cPVDftyYopIZPixrNv0rnr7A0DUD2TjX8DbzuDEj25-N15m1PinFfsC_e_nHoCAz2qSrF39ZMZFJA5Xj1KR9Xiuvt5csNIcvSFRsWIM-8ZXkxHIs04GLt9e1Ex58JPubmFKEuCZ6/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJLIY_cPVDftyYopIZPixrNv0rnr7A0DUD2TjX8DbzuDEj25-N15m1PinFfsC_e_nHoCAz2qSrF39ZMZFJA5Xj1KR9Xiuvt5csNIcvSFRsWIM-8ZXkxHIs04GLt9e1Ex58JPubmFKEuCZ6/s200/DSC_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990283625282898" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfctPpRe5hQ9qrNOyvGDc-okLovZwFe_gcm51sln5XDthBAx2qsocymC1BVVVkNsYHLu3TMWa2kAKASLbRkr7954m2cUzeBBUiHjaBmo5h_jRLvezz-6mT4-2G9l0z_YnDbIZYlMN0-jU/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKfctPpRe5hQ9qrNOyvGDc-okLovZwFe_gcm51sln5XDthBAx2qsocymC1BVVVkNsYHLu3TMWa2kAKASLbRkr7954m2cUzeBBUiHjaBmo5h_jRLvezz-6mT4-2G9l0z_YnDbIZYlMN0-jU/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990201168304706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYr0ACk6dBfWrsBJB0SJxMcui6dUbVeNGqjRSC_zlr__JP2nDVC-uQe1H_Y0mWH7id5LiXJeODsirb7MT4r1IqEAPXar-_1upBb5fDK0uErnOQ3I_0iBuKU83P8YThDhcZTh7B0Yx9Igr/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYr0ACk6dBfWrsBJB0SJxMcui6dUbVeNGqjRSC_zlr__JP2nDVC-uQe1H_Y0mWH7id5LiXJeODsirb7MT4r1IqEAPXar-_1upBb5fDK0uErnOQ3I_0iBuKU83P8YThDhcZTh7B0Yx9Igr/s200/DSC_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389990103107122994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ok... don't you think she needs to make me some money? (<span style="font-size:78%;">don't worry i am kidding<span style="font-size:100%;">).</span></span><br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-35109438305034354672009-09-28T16:38:00.000-07:002009-09-28T16:47:16.646-07:00just a thought.<div style="text-align: center;">we have this beautiful gift called life. constantly taking it for granted in ways that often do not make sense. wasting it on trivial things. we walk around as if we are guranteed tomorrow, when in reality we are not granted another second without the LORD giving it to us. so then, why is that we cannot see our life as the beautiful gift that it is? why can we not take these moments that we are honored to have and use it to glorify the LORD... not ourselves? why is it often difficult to simply say i love the God because He is the LORD and not because of what He is able to do for us? life should only have one goal in mind... the LORD himself. be honest with yourself... is that your goal?<br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-19141805969268405482009-09-16T08:22:00.001-07:002009-09-16T08:24:43.166-07:00ash's birthday toy.<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixd-Hu1ko6ASpvo4Gb7VmnP9kkeKLKf9BDjvRCMHqfZyqs5EzO1c0urG_nuLgTyDSsapIGltjsx_rCitmc6acG4c4zsCYrEFXqGNHGgQfF9maMqSYh9MWvpYcGaTBh9mZMUWEFcRropjyJ/s1600-h/summer+collage+3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixd-Hu1ko6ASpvo4Gb7VmnP9kkeKLKf9BDjvRCMHqfZyqs5EzO1c0urG_nuLgTyDSsapIGltjsx_rCitmc6acG4c4zsCYrEFXqGNHGgQfF9maMqSYh9MWvpYcGaTBh9mZMUWEFcRropjyJ/s400/summer+collage+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382086061705360450" border="0" /></a>for her birthday she got a wetsuit && a body board. she gets out there & goes. she even asked to go after school on monday. of course i took her. all i could think about was how i am a big girl mom now. taking ash to do the things she wants... just because she wants too... because it is now her thing... not just because, but because with a purpose.<br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-35217550990417647482009-09-15T01:06:00.000-07:002009-09-15T01:34:33.228-07:00what we've been doing.<div style="text-align: center;">so much happened as <span style="font-size:130%;">our summer</span> came to a close. we went crazy having just too much fun! here are a few pictures to <span style="font-size:180%;">tell our story</span> that closed out our summer.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EkmBEb-c5g3cwi3uMSVaPhFyoxetM4dXHFVpa0QlJZYpDROnpghzlDv2hvwkHAl_ekuMysnzO15ZRHZr8vcKkGju-nXPhBbuMs80Wmu4YlwmTCyhTAY1h7N8CC9cEXsP8JLcxs3IVWoH/s1600-h/summer+collage+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-EkmBEb-c5g3cwi3uMSVaPhFyoxetM4dXHFVpa0QlJZYpDROnpghzlDv2hvwkHAl_ekuMysnzO15ZRHZr8vcKkGju-nXPhBbuMs80Wmu4YlwmTCyhTAY1h7N8CC9cEXsP8JLcxs3IVWoH/s400/summer+collage+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381605643517635618" border="0" /></a>first... ashlynn started <span style="font-size:130%;">first grade</span>. i could hardly believe it. i cried when she left to line up for her first day. she loves her teacher & has been making some great friends. next... we took some <span style="font-size:130%;">leadership students</span> to magic mountain. can you believe it? they still have the <span style="font-size:130%;">swings</span>. then... we did a <span style="font-size:130%;">lot of swimming</span>. last pic... we celebrated <span style="font-size:130%;">jeremy's 5 th</span> birthday. it was a huge change for me. <span style="font-size:130%;"> my little guy turned 5</span>. i seriously can remember the day he was born. 4 weeks early... 8 lbs 5 oz. he is still my little cuddler. he loves that he is 5!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmwA6iqICGtpXDhXq2lHZCkgBdJ9eViFOduuHL5ITv40zL_6LCuPck_Uq4G1KkPfVGUgymcbNDBPr9nviyw_osxEbVdQ4Gg3px_U_-h1lQVTYel9R3gfw2ytEIZpQifFtpdclhjqakVms/s1600-h/summer+collage+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmwA6iqICGtpXDhXq2lHZCkgBdJ9eViFOduuHL5ITv40zL_6LCuPck_Uq4G1KkPfVGUgymcbNDBPr9nviyw_osxEbVdQ4Gg3px_U_-h1lQVTYel9R3gfw2ytEIZpQifFtpdclhjqakVms/s400/summer+collage+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381606407282532850" border="0" /></a><br />in this row... first we have <span style="font-size:130%;">'fall forward'</span>. 101 students went up to camp hammer in santa cruz to enjoy a weekend of craziness. <span style="font-size:130%;">a.ma.zing time</span>. second... ashlynn <span style="font-size:130%;">turned 7.</span> yes... i am hit with my kiddos growing up all at once. she turned 7 & it has been one of the hardest days since my pops died (for a lot of reasons). it is funny how i am able to recall everything about the day she was born. i can tell you what i did, what i ate, what time i went to the hospital. after an emergency c-section, i got to hold a <span style="font-size:130%;">1olb 4 oz baby</span> who was a content as can be. she has this passion for others knowing jesus that amazes me. just the other day she asked one of her teachers (who she knows goes to our church) if he was coming this weeked... oh wait i forgot she yelled it from across the playground. she's a sweetie. next... <span style="font-size:130%;">jt started preschool</span>. watch out world. he is there in full <span style="font-size:130%;">craziness</span>. & last we went camping and did a little body boarding (it was ashlynn's birthday present).<br /><br />well that about does it! <span style="font-size:130%;"> we have had a great summer.</span><br /></div>summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-815177673876352562009-08-28T03:19:00.000-07:002009-08-28T03:27:13.699-07:00realization.so why am i up at 3: 30 in the middle of the night? obvious reasons... i can't sleep and my thoughts have consumed my mind. it is a process i have become accustomed to as of late. yesterday afternoon i walked into the salon to get my hair colored. wanting to go a little bit darker. shooting for ashlynn's color. still considered blonde i suppose. yesterday i walked out with DARK hair. not just dark for me. DARK HAIR! i have NEVER had dark hair before. (picture will have to follow because well... its late). so i was just sitting on the computer & looked at a picture, (my favorite picture of todd & i) where my hair is extremely blonde. my stomach flipped. what the heck have i done. i wanted to go a little darker, not so dark that i thought i was a completely different person. then i realized... its just hair. wow i really did get a lot of my identity from my hair. still not sure.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-71503962606909878612009-08-24T08:38:00.000-07:002009-08-24T09:00:59.345-07:00something borrowed.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGg9RszuyrtMUpzPKgU0eTNdVoWJo39wDE7ay8E4nSRuzof8yKPB79Eur8dr3EliE2Fhxx-PP4WaJVWUpTUFbPupL5W1aszACLbzS2Fj7nWhk6uUR3nmmByO3A-JSYzLgD2xz81h2KYMCg/s1600-h/sc015f0e36.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGg9RszuyrtMUpzPKgU0eTNdVoWJo39wDE7ay8E4nSRuzof8yKPB79Eur8dr3EliE2Fhxx-PP4WaJVWUpTUFbPupL5W1aszACLbzS2Fj7nWhk6uUR3nmmByO3A-JSYzLgD2xz81h2KYMCg/s400/sc015f0e36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373560739342091202" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br />(this picture was taken at the top of a ride called the triple bypass. we laugh because he is always smiling at the top of the climbs. look at the right of photo. you can see part of the road that he came up.)<br /><br /></div>yesterday i got new handlebars for my bike. well they weren't entirely new. i got my dad's handle bars off his bike that he gave todd. so i rode. 20 miles yesterday. placing my hand where my dad had his hands for SO many countless hours. it was so emotional for me. i thought of all the wonderful times my dad had while he had his hands there. all the fun times he had with his friends. all the prayers he said for all of us. i prayed & thank the Lord for the life of my pops. missing him a lot. it was such an euphoric experience. here's to you pops.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5444253432923850360.post-53222299009824570532009-08-16T17:24:00.000-07:002009-08-16T17:38:22.680-07:00study.right now i am studying the life of the apostle paul. && am feeling convicted. i have barely begun this study of paul, but i am already convicted by his imperfect life. now, one thing you must know is that i am a cheater. when i read books.. i always (almost always) read the end of the book after only a few chapters into it. i have to make sure that i like the ending. i have done the as long as i can remember. i did that here too. but i think that it only aided to my conviction. paul had a view of death that should bring anyone to their knees. he knew that his departure from earth was just that... a departure (phil 3:20). death is a safety for us... our rescue from life. a life that he raced well in, he fought strong through, && in the end found a crown that waited for him in heaven because he sought after CHRIST through his imperfect life. so now i will go back from the end of the book (where i cheated) and continue to see how God took saul, and turned him into a man how feared the LORD. i am on my own road, my own journey. as i seek to understand paul & his ministry here on earth, i hope that i can see some of myself in him because he was following JESUS. if i don't... i pray i see that too & i pray i can change.summer...http://www.blogger.com/profile/07130985852795815107noreply@blogger.com2