tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7386598208144486432024-03-12T19:09:59.950-07:00The Dorsey'sWendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-92015988421534739562012-11-01T19:56:00.000-07:002012-11-01T20:07:17.761-07:00NeRdS! XO<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: purple; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strong><span style="background-color: white;">I </span><span style="background-color: white;">will support him in whatever he chooses but I am really loving the Nerd phase! This kid is AWESO</span><span style="background-color: white;">ME!</span></strong></span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-1809530893792750942011-11-30T17:39:00.001-08:002011-11-30T18:11:28.890-08:00Domestic Violence<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: purple; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My little sister today. She is such an inspiration. 14 years ago, she suffered at the hands of a man who left her within inches of her life. She has shared her story of domestic violence with others so that they can GET OUT! She stayed with a man who abused her and this is what happened......</span><br />
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<span style="color: #741b47;">She was with a man who physically abused her.....she tried to make it work because they had a 6 month old son and was pregnant with another child. One night, he decided that he was going to cut the baby out of her stomach. She fought him back; he beat her badly and stabbed her in the heart. She managed to escape and ran out the front door....shirtless because he had ripped her shirt off. She made it to the neighbor's porch, knocked and passed out. Thankfully, they immediately called 911. Her lungs collapsed. She had 4 chest tubes and was life flighted to have emergency open heart surgery twice. She lost the baby she was carrying. She got a blood clot in her leg and developed foot drop. The doctor told me to say goodbye to my little sister. That was the worst moment I have experienced in my life. Seeing my little sister like this....I couldn't imagine her suffering.</span> <br />
<span style="color: #990000;">She has ALWAYS been strong-willed and a fighter. She fought her way back! She went through months of physical therapy. There was no way she was giving up!!! She needed to be there for her son, Tre.</span><br />
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That's Tre on the left!! She had another son, Gage. (On the right)<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394;">14 years later, she finds out that there is a hole in her heart. She can't work, can't exercise (which is her form of a stress reliever), can't lift over 5 pounds. And, on top of that, has to find a way to deal with the possibility of open heart surgery again. </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_surgery">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cardiac_surgery</a><br />
We don't know what's in the future. Further testing is being done.....<br />
In her mind, this man is hurting her all over again. My heart aches for her. <br />
I know she wouldn't mind me sharing her story because she shares it. <br />
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<span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"><strong>If you know someone who is suffering at the hands of another, help them get out! If you are suffering at the hands of another, GET OUT!! Just because it isn't this bad, doesn't mean it won't be. Domestic violence is real and it is wrong. There is help out there! <span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: small;">SAFETY ALERT:</span></strong><span style="color: black; font-size: small;"> If you are in danger, please call 911, your local hotline, or (in the U.S.) the National Domestic Violence Hotline: </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>1-800-799-7233</strong> or <br /> TTY <strong>1-800-787-3224</strong></span></span></span></div>
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<strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-size: x-large;">Please remember my little sister in your prayers. She is a daughter, a sister, a friend, a mother, a child of God, an aunt, a blessing to others and a SURVIVOR!!</span></strong></div>
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</div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-70147690839581407942011-09-14T14:40:00.000-07:002011-09-14T14:40:20.834-07:00Where are the Dorsey's???<ol>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Good news: we are still alive and doing wonderful. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I can't believe it's been sooooo long since my last post!! </span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">Dalen started elementary school. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">I have a pretty nice tan for the first time in a few years. :)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">Dalen is still very much a mama's boy.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">I beat Jason on Michael Jackson Wii. (Guess what they say about white people not being able to dance isn't true.....oh, how I love proving those kind of things wrong.)</span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">There is nothing more important than family. We have family in at least 7 different states. We got to meet extended family and visit almost every single family member this year. xo</span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">Dalen says the absolute sweetest, most heartfelt prayers. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">My 20 year high school reunion in in 2012. </span></li>
<li><span style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia;">Dalen is turning 6 next month. He requested a cell phone and a computer. </span></li>
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Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-61777656304308095722009-12-11T16:56:00.000-08:002009-12-11T17:17:43.681-08:00Dalen and his mom<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">This post is dedicated to Dalen and fun memories with his mom. He is always wanting to look at my blog and wanted to help, so this is being edited by D.C.D. I asked him what he thought of each picture and we wrote his thoughts under each. This is too cute for words. </span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEWHgIuMJxcTId3SYWpecdoic2o-d7lWO5FF_PfdSU1ieB2fO8Rtu-FicKimJySRPg3qBX_YTQMcshDm9Ke1mVoLsFiceDHYX_HMhseZJH256kBaKo1KBoIJoSz-wlh57mzlp2nS2aMQ/s1600-h/DSC02518.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414149386849755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMEWHgIuMJxcTId3SYWpecdoic2o-d7lWO5FF_PfdSU1ieB2fO8Rtu-FicKimJySRPg3qBX_YTQMcshDm9Ke1mVoLsFiceDHYX_HMhseZJH256kBaKo1KBoIJoSz-wlh57mzlp2nS2aMQ/s400/DSC02518.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;">"She looks so happy"</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4PhlSJSgzHNeeHUxqPeUdkQWn1NZPH-UHafnmABigM25N2MxpoTbhnVD7Dzb5Xh-jQrR2Ja70dEy7OkIeH-XDPE1nR2aVDBbtIQp4a0JPa_fviopn6UjTlDkJ0IIKRCDSONR6yBKBpY/s1600-h/DandJanna.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414149091603238994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX4PhlSJSgzHNeeHUxqPeUdkQWn1NZPH-UHafnmABigM25N2MxpoTbhnVD7Dzb5Xh-jQrR2Ja70dEy7OkIeH-XDPE1nR2aVDBbtIQp4a0JPa_fviopn6UjTlDkJ0IIKRCDSONR6yBKBpY/s400/DandJanna.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"> "That's so happy too"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9NTb8vd4g8ETeWdTrcSpP2DB9AzvLQq7tVr4ZWFTdJnkffDT98tuCg61gaO1eJK_bKTCvvUq3ZUrd3-tjsTSsyXcCYMK0P0duoLv9f0pMlxhGzGGkGouE15Aw9C6vGsIESeD1E1y5TNU/s1600-h/July2009+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414148992268610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9NTb8vd4g8ETeWdTrcSpP2DB9AzvLQq7tVr4ZWFTdJnkffDT98tuCg61gaO1eJK_bKTCvvUq3ZUrd3-tjsTSsyXcCYMK0P0duoLv9f0pMlxhGzGGkGouE15Aw9C6vGsIESeD1E1y5TNU/s400/July2009+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"> "That's my bed over there"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;">(His bed is now on the other side of the room)</span></div><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"> </p><div align="center"><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQE4aWz_6csr96nNMSp6xtRmxtSiopor65UKnCgPPNg61I-K1smm0dfEBBg9oIqgJWTqOC2esuWxakp9taHSGtJ12xyPv8dxiAgUVJCROtP8cwMh78JABAQsLi9XtVZ_3tBbqODgnKzE/s1600-h/July2009+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414148775706813058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwQE4aWz_6csr96nNMSp6xtRmxtSiopor65UKnCgPPNg61I-K1smm0dfEBBg9oIqgJWTqOC2esuWxakp9taHSGtJ12xyPv8dxiAgUVJCROtP8cwMh78JABAQsLi9XtVZ_3tBbqODgnKzE/s400/July2009+016.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">"Aw, look at my blanket......I want it"</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">(He hasn't had any of his blankets for a few months now)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><br /></span><br /><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDayNJGb4D08FyAXij89ctwiqYqK_7O2YThYSGNTwTM0QnrY66lXXbyYSDT6AxVuLJQhoDQ_puPRnWjNTq6EE0hO5PV5epkIBVGFguHjCfrCfj1DjcFUqQQRL_EzsTJN1A6tXWlz27WyU/s1600-h/July2009+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414148591436268994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDayNJGb4D08FyAXij89ctwiqYqK_7O2YThYSGNTwTM0QnrY66lXXbyYSDT6AxVuLJQhoDQ_puPRnWjNTq6EE0hO5PV5epkIBVGFguHjCfrCfj1DjcFUqQQRL_EzsTJN1A6tXWlz27WyU/s400/July2009+011.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> "Eeeeewww....that's yucky....me..."</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-size:180%;">(He actually remembers that he had a spider bite on his eye)</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYtkZp0bNLzEfFO4sXCjIqQe50vYHiZNeC_DnTJEsaOyfq_jIv_oOAZZODbmyt0ioS5vzRt9hWrS0CleVevLvjmOvf6FkCTx5jNRbWOxfKDRI09McXlu2EYQqyQ0lW8cfsbBzuhwxI8xM/s1600-h/DandJanna.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHPKjHqaWYClMuvwNa2asLMZ364hqaDDRXxm0l5gSitiLHqaZgAfYSAOE0ueDyXf_5FDx_pz8kpfnCv6wWzILBlI0H0HhZQ3G3PvtPFmqRPHc11piQCHHfK_aBbtbBSazDDdXMC0uYoM/s1600-h/motorcycle2%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414147753043401698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHHPKjHqaWYClMuvwNa2asLMZ364hqaDDRXxm0l5gSitiLHqaZgAfYSAOE0ueDyXf_5FDx_pz8kpfnCv6wWzILBlI0H0HhZQ3G3PvtPFmqRPHc11piQCHHfK_aBbtbBSazDDdXMC0uYoM/s400/motorcycle2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"> "That's so cool....real so cool"</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">(He was at the fair with his mom)<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6V-so4h4kqmj8ksvPJyrourO0xsCjycuQwOgh7P2GAYcc64QCwJbFNPOFI5H7sCt22S2BKKFw2kzVORHcyLHlcB4yG3T_m8kpTTSE76s2-rJ3_JjAz7uZ6ctsPNEzvs1UG8T3Dhcs5Q/s1600-h/motorcycle1%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414147635392321762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx6V-so4h4kqmj8ksvPJyrourO0xsCjycuQwOgh7P2GAYcc64QCwJbFNPOFI5H7sCt22S2BKKFw2kzVORHcyLHlcB4yG3T_m8kpTTSE76s2-rJ3_JjAz7uZ6ctsPNEzvs1UG8T3Dhcs5Q/s400/motorcycle1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"><span style="color:#000000;"> "That picture is mean....that person behind me."</span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><br /></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-14484676328128630862009-09-18T19:31:00.000-07:002009-09-18T20:47:22.737-07:00N-A-R-C-O-L-E-P-S-Y #1<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodXMFxqFg_qtSgnNfojOFvCoQBUYNmyKOP1T16cCXSplcWgImLLVBdRcOMI6R9B6EOejsuhZIQBsdjNr1CY0AdS_mJliKbDP8s2FxxSrIKVacnbu8VZXPb2R_VmlFujZECsHm6qbKrnE/s1600-h/sleep.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383011943435067666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodXMFxqFg_qtSgnNfojOFvCoQBUYNmyKOP1T16cCXSplcWgImLLVBdRcOMI6R9B6EOejsuhZIQBsdjNr1CY0AdS_mJliKbDP8s2FxxSrIKVacnbu8VZXPb2R_VmlFujZECsHm6qbKrnE/s320/sleep.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#3366ff;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Sometimes I wonder why, why, why did I have to get narcolepsy. No pity party required; I am just having one of those 'why me' days. Granted, I have been dealing with narcolepsy since I was 15 years old, but I am just plain old tired of it. (No pun intended)<br />In an effort to conquer my current state of self-pity, I have decided to compile a list of the positives of narcolepsy:<br />1. I will never, ever have to experience insomnia<br />2. I get more beauty sleep than the average person<br />3. I sleep so soundly that I could sleep through absolutely anything<br />4. A 4 hour plane trip to PA seems like 20 minutes to me because I sleep the entire way<br />5. I can plan what I want to dream about because I fall asleep in a matter of seconds and go directly into REM sleep. (REM sleep is when you have very vivid dreams that you can remember.) So, all I have to do is think about what I want to dream, close my eyes and I am there. I have been all over the world.<br />6. From what I am told, I am extremely entertaining while I sleep. My husband says that he was talking to me one day and I fell asleep in the middle of our conversation. So, he thought it would be funny to continue talking. He proceeded to tell me that there was a spelling bee downstairs and asked me if I would like to attend. (He knows that I always wanted to participate in a spelling bee) In my sleep, I nodded my head, “yes”. He continued, “Wendy spell the word: metropolis.” And, in my most serious spelling bee voice, I responded: M-E-T-R-O-P-O-L-I-S, metropolis”<br />7. If I am mad or upset about something, I just close my eyes and go to sleep</span><br /><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Pity party officially over. Now, off to sleep, I think I will go to Paris tonight.</span> </span></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-59158789285335819902009-08-30T09:24:00.000-07:002009-09-25T08:25:25.775-07:00TACKY DAY<div align="center"></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;">When I found out it was "tacky" dress day at school, my gemini imagination went on into overtime. <span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="color:#993399;">(I found out at 5:30pm when I picked D up at school.....it was for the next day.)</span> </span>Luckily, I was directed back to earth by Jason, who informed me, "With boys, you can't risk their coolness." </span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So, my task changed to tacky/cool (and fast, of course).</span> </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><em>Did I fail to mention that they are giving out awards for 1st and 2nd place? Now I know that winning isn't the most important thing....BUT it was his first contest at school!!</em></span></span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">INTRODUCING, MR. TACKY/COOL</span><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PFd4Y_7HRdjV99ycyBWCa6If2qWGgbT7PbqtH8i7UvNQ6Kj6GGBvkqbKpTnXZWoIwy81ZBpV5spnMg9Ilv8TwlamaxRpYUuYTz97fEJmcxAPXN32BUiiO3zmvhXEdujRo0vaPxWQG28/s1600-h/August2009+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375794748878392786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9PFd4Y_7HRdjV99ycyBWCa6If2qWGgbT7PbqtH8i7UvNQ6Kj6GGBvkqbKpTnXZWoIwy81ZBpV5spnMg9Ilv8TwlamaxRpYUuYTz97fEJmcxAPXN32BUiiO3zmvhXEdujRo0vaPxWQG28/s400/August2009+026.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">How did the contest turn out???</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlRhU7yfCqYvAXfRxcl2Ej9246Shc9V0Z3NRTPJTvi2g56otRovaE45yJ8HGPYd4GZTLVxDCmQTwKCc0ESgeiO4bvY9o-4-wFJcEdfuGlBGvcO-PiqUGPMZ4gn44kqFQ_Ihy-kNpKDa8/s1600-h/August2009+046.jpg"></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">IT WAS A TIE.............</span><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#000000;">How did I create such a "tacky" masterpiece??? See below:<br /></span></p><ul><li><span style="color:#000000;">Cut the sleeves of a long-sleeve t-shirt to make short-sleeves</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Cut strips up the short-sleeves</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Using the sleeves that were cut off, cut the shape of a "D", a small strip and a bigger strip</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Sew the "D" and small strip onto a pair of jeans (on opposite legs) using colored thread</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Cut the legs off the jeans to make shorts then cut triangles into the short legs.</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Take the bigger strip (cut from the t-shirt) and sew the ends together to make a bracelet.</span></li><br /><br /><li><span style="color:#000000;">Use the triangles (cut from the shorts) and sew onto the bracelet using colored thread<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">One Big piece of the outfit is not shown in the picture above...."THE TURTLE HAT"......not sure why he didn't have it on yet, but it was the key element...... LOL......The turtle hat can be seen in soon to posted zoo pictures.</span><br /></li></ul>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-84116783512120067612009-08-06T16:59:00.001-07:002009-08-06T17:14:42.789-07:00Ways to Beat the Texas heat<span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">Summertime is soooo fun. I get so hot outside that I am delirious. Just because I can, I'm going to stretch my face as far as I can to see if it's possible to reach my ears. </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyw_ZDIXSO8Qq11kgE8XY-wy6qoZjy4NYse-rm73zy1d7Sn0plTW9Yhe0GQay3UjLPz-UsOJw3py5TRyxOB5K8Kwx55_nMEF6eVjrLz2H6Yo9p9c78PGlIK1OJNC5Qfc840NAQl57jVWo/s1600-h/July2009+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367006676183539170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyw_ZDIXSO8Qq11kgE8XY-wy6qoZjy4NYse-rm73zy1d7Sn0plTW9Yhe0GQay3UjLPz-UsOJw3py5TRyxOB5K8Kwx55_nMEF6eVjrLz2H6Yo9p9c78PGlIK1OJNC5Qfc840NAQl57jVWo/s400/July2009+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">When it's over 100 degrees, there is nothing like a little gardening in the nude.....</span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-F7ksVWeZ2t3S6VtQRaVztCRjQsHeaSBjaAeE9-ngd1IXvV3GIhED-ewj2SNUWIkopN6ZFWwDUaqBpdcLU5IVAMr9ISlActaGXH1eaJ87wyu005usPrdTi6ZtlRjFbrGui5lW0aPucJs/s1600-h/July2009+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367006667524930626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-F7ksVWeZ2t3S6VtQRaVztCRjQsHeaSBjaAeE9-ngd1IXvV3GIhED-ewj2SNUWIkopN6ZFWwDUaqBpdcLU5IVAMr9ISlActaGXH1eaJ87wyu005usPrdTi6ZtlRjFbrGui5lW0aPucJs/s400/July2009+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;">Mama, leave me alone...I'm relaxing....</span><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuLtLQxfkjDgBnJwq1hwvcjSzdgSsBKqEn1gcG9COYSMwo4HZaF0epQGnkGjI2WehGXBLxCMUQhx6qut4eeAQyDCg079k5eIANdRjqklYYrt_aUlk0Wm3J2DTEQ-d8QLAS1onwIfxgsE/s1600-h/July2009+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367006661041002274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbuLtLQxfkjDgBnJwq1hwvcjSzdgSsBKqEn1gcG9COYSMwo4HZaF0epQGnkGjI2WehGXBLxCMUQhx6qut4eeAQyDCg079k5eIANdRjqklYYrt_aUlk0Wm3J2DTEQ-d8QLAS1onwIfxgsE/s400/July2009+023.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"></span> </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-7329354113528862272009-06-14T07:06:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:31:22.855-07:00Like Father, like son<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcWAhusbwuVXeAp2mt0FoHyiylsIrfZH4ZffUkN1yCZghwdqbprVQlaklUg5PFqAKiEOGDCROw99jNvho1E_G-H_69qF56iNEhtIkqrl1MtfiWauPVIcWeDIdnBgMkj4YdsWx6zbj4EI/s1600-h/may2009+041.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349463493076334066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcWAhusbwuVXeAp2mt0FoHyiylsIrfZH4ZffUkN1yCZghwdqbprVQlaklUg5PFqAKiEOGDCROw99jNvho1E_G-H_69qF56iNEhtIkqrl1MtfiWauPVIcWeDIdnBgMkj4YdsWx6zbj4EI/s400/may2009+041.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TDuo3CvP0AlQlDuCSbZA6vNeXT44Llo2eSOL5UHJs7DXjhEM5LggB5N5lb4C2WGFDoSdNJ7T2BvNYL7VzlCkrIXJPvQLC2ymQ-6p9JXhjOv2sOh1FOPicL2c1XJNxasogdyh6TNbGX8/s1600-h/may2009+040.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349463234616500306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8TDuo3CvP0AlQlDuCSbZA6vNeXT44Llo2eSOL5UHJs7DXjhEM5LggB5N5lb4C2WGFDoSdNJ7T2BvNYL7VzlCkrIXJPvQLC2ymQ-6p9JXhjOv2sOh1FOPicL2c1XJNxasogdyh6TNbGX8/s400/may2009+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6zgbS8SuYpVcMEUYEKQ9tOAC3oUz6_0SDJoayxfyBgtr3q0PqAHzvjBRq_WaOp4_SjpqqP_yHj6ejpg3purerNo9AsbxIAwPA0mzWDie6FClMjFr4euQYsiLxk1p2PSe8Sj2si8xhc4/s1600-h/may2009+039.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347184637415636242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv6zgbS8SuYpVcMEUYEKQ9tOAC3oUz6_0SDJoayxfyBgtr3q0PqAHzvjBRq_WaOp4_SjpqqP_yHj6ejpg3purerNo9AsbxIAwPA0mzWDie6FClMjFr4euQYsiLxk1p2PSe8Sj2si8xhc4/s400/may2009+039.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">We went out to breakfast one morning. I pull out the camera (as I always do) and tell the Jay and D to make faces and I'm gonna start snapping pictures. These three pictures were right in a row in a matter of minutes.....</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-90007488974464083512009-06-13T08:41:00.000-07:002009-06-20T10:40:55.393-07:00Monster Trucks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzs87ENUOoI_GhZt_T_ChButln1Sfg-xdHa6LLnqhRRiEtrZGlhbgwEIJgZy_P9k0WAYeBbjfXLKCxj2tUMk9G1znbyw1Vc914vW91tGDcBY5RTllt1Qtc3zyqmnbEFsMLFUcDvTzDT-E/s1600-h/may2009+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349465925185472354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzs87ENUOoI_GhZt_T_ChButln1Sfg-xdHa6LLnqhRRiEtrZGlhbgwEIJgZy_P9k0WAYeBbjfXLKCxj2tUMk9G1znbyw1Vc914vW91tGDcBY5RTllt1Qtc3zyqmnbEFsMLFUcDvTzDT-E/s320/may2009+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjwOi5f-p3PR7B3YaCRZCmTBtVrfxY2WFGqeIg19hRATjnmyFG8-fG27QGr66WhKFdKNnqVcxOlNTg3iwZKQ6Hg0Ce5kiq8KMMBWoGoW89NwTDUOioKpRkxrgVa-lXBYA6RlDO7fdaO0/s1600-h/may2009+010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838768730870306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMjwOi5f-p3PR7B3YaCRZCmTBtVrfxY2WFGqeIg19hRATjnmyFG8-fG27QGr66WhKFdKNnqVcxOlNTg3iwZKQ6Hg0Ce5kiq8KMMBWoGoW89NwTDUOioKpRkxrgVa-lXBYA6RlDO7fdaO0/s400/may2009+010.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#330099;"> In our house, Monster Trucks have helped Dalen conquer the battle against running to hide and poo in a diaper or poo in the potty!!! Who would have known that it could be that easy?? So, after many, many trips to Wal-mart, over 16 monster trucks and lots of encouragement, we have a champion!! Dalen knows the name of each one of his trucks and picks a new one every day to take with him. </span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXDnGRJLg6vXq8b9-mQZIxiV0zHfR0gxD8ehja2JFigJ5L7TkGPdcZOZ4qF2Fjr_jv62PcFAYRy0WJ3jDb3CIHRekDDcqU4frbVyyDBX9SPp14xwg8XuXhfkAyy4u0tqU2jOts9XAtP8/s1600-h/may2009+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346838768505774098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGXDnGRJLg6vXq8b9-mQZIxiV0zHfR0gxD8ehja2JFigJ5L7TkGPdcZOZ4qF2Fjr_jv62PcFAYRy0WJ3jDb3CIHRekDDcqU4frbVyyDBX9SPp14xwg8XuXhfkAyy4u0tqU2jOts9XAtP8/s400/may2009+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Yesterday's conversation:</em></span></strong></div><br /><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Jason: "Do you think we spoil Dalen?"</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Wendy: "No, not at all....we just get him everything he wants."</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><strong><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"></span></strong></div></div>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-22143182995005463952009-03-07T20:09:00.000-08:002009-06-13T08:59:29.509-07:00Let's Go Fly A Kite!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4TYSGi7PvJpbaf5dJnHJc6JjBogLQRkhDAq4xnGYJD0iBxtlUfMVhmkwAlgcnkM21R_XvqRrmgMmN8rYcgQ0LGC-WTXKKFLaIBOrh5e4aXUPfUMT3AKLXquI4My5cKNVOg2Gsn4Xrzw/s1600-h/KITES-3-2009+012.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311347723759744562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy4TYSGi7PvJpbaf5dJnHJc6JjBogLQRkhDAq4xnGYJD0iBxtlUfMVhmkwAlgcnkM21R_XvqRrmgMmN8rYcgQ0LGC-WTXKKFLaIBOrh5e4aXUPfUMT3AKLXquI4My5cKNVOg2Gsn4Xrzw/s400/KITES-3-2009+012.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNc8OMDx859KEkgKUj0v8ZLoEGJ_RC1lqUfTC4pYwHIM6W4cNd30RSsOJ9ayZPaxfX-KZ_SdmXiO9yL10Fo-GgjKGN1gX_loqQ4x7Hbf28GnPqk42F6c1KUPSzS02KRZVEYFkUwuIgRMY/s1600-h/KITES-3-2009+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311346194590470226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNc8OMDx859KEkgKUj0v8ZLoEGJ_RC1lqUfTC4pYwHIM6W4cNd30RSsOJ9ayZPaxfX-KZ_SdmXiO9yL10Fo-GgjKGN1gX_loqQ4x7Hbf28GnPqk42F6c1KUPSzS02KRZVEYFkUwuIgRMY/s320/KITES-3-2009+008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRe4U1Ja7ADDE1jl2QVMw4Ym3ycjZDhCdLStj6nWC5AtLp8nYVqFP-hgHIq7221ht79eT__UeeM8Ao3zD5KQlUvU0MkZtCiBbywAqsuxYT3FD2YwtW4trdAAwBeaH1YdLhlZg_hX7QC4/s1600-h/KITES-3-2009+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310665508586919026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsRe4U1Ja7ADDE1jl2QVMw4Ym3ycjZDhCdLStj6nWC5AtLp8nYVqFP-hgHIq7221ht79eT__UeeM8Ao3zD5KQlUvU0MkZtCiBbywAqsuxYT3FD2YwtW4trdAAwBeaH1YdLhlZg_hX7QC4/s200/KITES-3-2009+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"><span style="font-family:webdings;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Let's go fly a kite; up to the highest height...."<br />We went downtown last weekend for the Austin Kite Festival. We never found the festival, so we made our own kite day. Dalen had a "CARS" kite. He did a great job and had so much fun playing with it. Although every time he looked into the sky to see how high it was, the sun got in his eyes and he would let go........hence the picture of the kite flying and Dalen chasing after it!! But, he didn't seem to mind at all. He had a blast. It was daddy that was not having fun with his new toy. Jason got a "super cool big boy" kite with two handles that he never did figure out! Boys and their toys....LOL!!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-55704560211882147932009-03-01T19:34:00.001-08:002009-03-01T19:50:29.098-08:00CUPCAKES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEJLzm2CFWYuUh63NwYCDe_guEThCx363KQExrzTe4Lau2ZW_B4D2kcB_HV7BVDCIDIU9IFkYIX4Ho9z8RLGRaglrKef-lKnuFx0fTI3Gzkqp0HTlViQHBT_UNRhkMO7v1aBZU-2k9pY/s1600-h/baking+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDEJLzm2CFWYuUh63NwYCDe_guEThCx363KQExrzTe4Lau2ZW_B4D2kcB_HV7BVDCIDIU9IFkYIX4Ho9z8RLGRaglrKef-lKnuFx0fTI3Gzkqp0HTlViQHBT_UNRhkMO7v1aBZU-2k9pY/s320/baking+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308430764827330546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjBEvobl8LnIbvttbarq2xsxbHHvmNGlOuc_uyXBxPHuLe-Qr8zDcWkIXBrq2LSWCM2SZFL9gBqPxZIfh8mhsC-LeHc4Pl7jNVKLSUBdOPgl5vK54XmvtTizGnkmkzityE4fc2rBhEEo/s1600-h/baking+002.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXjBEvobl8LnIbvttbarq2xsxbHHvmNGlOuc_uyXBxPHuLe-Qr8zDcWkIXBrq2LSWCM2SZFL9gBqPxZIfh8mhsC-LeHc4Pl7jNVKLSUBdOPgl5vK54XmvtTizGnkmkzityE4fc2rBhEEo/s320/baking+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308430767713051810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;">We made cupcakes on Saturday night!! We made all different colors of icing and had spongebob cupcake holders. Dalen was eating an M&M for each one he used as a topping.....he was so proud of his cupcakes!!!</span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhSGSeeTL8tk-yiSA1jA6yTcMUe0-a3-Tfvs-2HH89l77CTrAwnzUJHZFIA-Iy1zN2OBTSWoAyfkbPPylX0cPwPukEyuqx4_KIkOjDXzjDp9sM-2zTdZM7y_S1Fsb_JhjO8Vb2Q8_f8s/s1600-h/baking+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 189px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDhSGSeeTL8tk-yiSA1jA6yTcMUe0-a3-Tfvs-2HH89l77CTrAwnzUJHZFIA-Iy1zN2OBTSWoAyfkbPPylX0cPwPukEyuqx4_KIkOjDXzjDp9sM-2zTdZM7y_S1Fsb_JhjO8Vb2Q8_f8s/s320/baking+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308430771896131378" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-family: georgia;">Of course, there's nothing better than enjoying something you put a ton of hard work into...needless to say, bath time came immediately after the enjoyment!!!</span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-68233324032817703722009-02-25T18:57:00.000-08:002009-02-27T14:07:13.516-08:00ELMO<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIRmGwq__q0c91COLEstOhJsSKLa2DEdMmrrg5oXMqFSUVW096afT0WBWOman7jA_nBYypGvL8dZUBe3VX1ilGKUQK8Z6o_qHDS2Zo73uniNcRAglGNpMmpmRlrfatcL7jZqG7I77-68/s1600-h/DSC02394.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdIRmGwq__q0c91COLEstOhJsSKLa2DEdMmrrg5oXMqFSUVW096afT0WBWOman7jA_nBYypGvL8dZUBe3VX1ilGKUQK8Z6o_qHDS2Zo73uniNcRAglGNpMmpmRlrfatcL7jZqG7I77-68/s200/DSC02394.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307289551278316322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2W_rl_HcoZMe055FLgwTmNElvDGhZDyjwvGtDqsKYetVKhlTvFQoJDHUNkVF-bSCX3VUtDCbrCfhcHhQmvRX4418ldpF8sgY_O6C7YpnFX-BriIKc4Ix97EqWfkP51ikSHp_BYSzP2Y/s1600-h/DSC02402.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq2W_rl_HcoZMe055FLgwTmNElvDGhZDyjwvGtDqsKYetVKhlTvFQoJDHUNkVF-bSCX3VUtDCbrCfhcHhQmvRX4418ldpF8sgY_O6C7YpnFX-BriIKc4Ix97EqWfkP51ikSHp_BYSzP2Y/s320/DSC02402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306936063130934690" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> <span style="font-size:130%;">We went to Dallas last weekend for Dalen's cousin, Julians 2nd birthday party. Dalen was sooo excited to go and visit JuJu and is still talking about him. There is no doubt that he loves his little cousin! How much does he love JuJu? Well, we were sitting here last night watching the President speaking. I was trying to tell Dalen who the President of the United States is. I told him about 5 times "President Obama"....later on, I asked "Dalen who is the president?" He says, "Mama....President JuJu!" He is so funny!</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> I thought he would be scared when Elmo came to the party (Since he was terrified of The Easter Bunny last year), but he wasn't. He even tried to give Elmo some of his race cars....he NEVER gives up the matchbox cars!!<br />I guess I forgot to mention that Dalen blew out the candles on the birthday cake....:(<br /></span></span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-738659820814448643.post-64666170091776314412009-02-17T17:09:00.000-08:002009-02-17T19:59:20.557-08:00Happy Days<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuV2ckJkO2E7N66yeOb85sdpwUnck-qbRLkeY-XHaf5PiUPE3EKK0ihhVzN8X0iZLaTyLwLNwqWbH7pWZGZhctidOxxNrpRfdZ-qDaHgPilf-Vs8GNT8DyPgHWiFVsrnE2yZtOou5g7b4/s1600-h/0820071926.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuV2ckJkO2E7N66yeOb85sdpwUnck-qbRLkeY-XHaf5PiUPE3EKK0ihhVzN8X0iZLaTyLwLNwqWbH7pWZGZhctidOxxNrpRfdZ-qDaHgPilf-Vs8GNT8DyPgHWiFVsrnE2yZtOou5g7b4/s320/0820071926.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303981976098386466" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwrKYMZk3g-5fOVKIJMd1ebtUPEzL2N8uzDKRE_Lg-3fFOggRu32c8DM78f54vNwp_bvX8r9nv4Oqp6A4ExNYvfBwOqVGtJe09vQHK57ylf_RBsl521Tbj9Dys8ZSPkXgMQnUzaARf-4/s1600-h/0422080722a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmwrKYMZk3g-5fOVKIJMd1ebtUPEzL2N8uzDKRE_Lg-3fFOggRu32c8DM78f54vNwp_bvX8r9nv4Oqp6A4ExNYvfBwOqVGtJe09vQHK57ylf_RBsl521Tbj9Dys8ZSPkXgMQnUzaARf-4/s320/0422080722a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303981857869814498" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi189y3hooxaMhtEk_4CDIm5ZGK_rZ_yrRacwPHQBjhz5tw1QxQZCmXwcuK8Fh1UNGgCJX1rYw-v20ARrVq0W31TqdRAZeIhSIAoPx0-ENTA-w3ez9Zohnt01nrcvwqys-6_snqWnDKU1k/s1600-h/Feb+2009+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi189y3hooxaMhtEk_4CDIm5ZGK_rZ_yrRacwPHQBjhz5tw1QxQZCmXwcuK8Fh1UNGgCJX1rYw-v20ARrVq0W31TqdRAZeIhSIAoPx0-ENTA-w3ez9Zohnt01nrcvwqys-6_snqWnDKU1k/s320/Feb+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303941141592470594" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">I decided to start my blog with sharing a piece of my heart. </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">There</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> are two people in this crazy world that always manage to put a huge smile on my face. Dalen and Jason.....my heart. The sweetest guys in the world.<br />Dalen has been in Idaho with Jeddie and grandma for the past few months and I was completely lost without him. (I had nobody to boss me around!) I have so many stories already.....if you're not prepared for continuous stories about my guys....this may not be the blog for you. :)<br /></span><br /></span></span></span></span>Wendyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04351378166818364297noreply@blogger.com0