tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18869100231548699752024-02-19T04:24:51.137-08:00countrygirlatheartUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-19662196736565793852014-03-24T21:42:00.003-07:002014-03-24T21:42:49.479-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Only in Idaho</u> can one find a sign that reads "Potato Road!"</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">It's found in a little town of Melba.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">My two oldest daughters posed for this picture that I think captures the heart of Idaho!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">What do you think?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Country Girls at Heart!!</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Yee-Haw!!</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-78345528874914901382013-01-11T10:53:00.002-08:002013-01-11T10:56:27.810-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: white;">This is a special picture to me because it has history. This is our grandma at 95 years young!</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">The young man is Corby, age 22, great grand son.</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">She is still going strong even though her mind tricks her sometimes. She was able to come to our house</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">for Thanksgiving. Corby took Grandma home after Thanksgiving and the next day she told her daughter</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">that SOME young man took her home but didn't remember being at our house. We LOVE her! She is a ray of hope and sunshine to all of us! </span></div>
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<span style="color: white;"> Here's the history............</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">Her husband passed on a couple months before Corby was born. Grandma lived in the house in the back of our property then. When he was 5 or so he went over to Grandma's house and told her he was there to watch out or take care of her. He told her that Grandpa told him to. She was amazed so she inquired further.... how do you know it was grandpa? Corby told her that he had a boat with him. We all remember that boat and how special it was because it was his fishing boat. She asked him what color it was and he told her it was red and it indeed was red! Amazing how those in the spirit world might use a familiar object to prove to our loved ones that they are still alive and watching out for us! He has always had a special bond</span></div>
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<span style="color: white;">with her because of this and we will be forever grateful for both of them!!!</span></div>
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Does anyone out there have these little critters in their yards here in Meridian? We had three out there.<div>
We managed to get two of the critters but this one is a houdini. Grandpa lives next door to us. I saw him outside with his gun but to no avail. My husband has been out there trying as well. I can get a shot of him in my camera but he seems to have 9 lives. I'm not normally an animal killer in any way. I chastised my son</div>
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when he shot an innocent bird right outside my window. But, these guys are a nuisance and can do a lot of damage inside and outside of your house. Does anyone have a better solution out there?<br /><br /></div>
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Sooooo, for the 2013 canning year of grape juice I came out pretty unscathed. Instead of spilling the hot, molten lava all down my garage steps I just spilled it on my hand giving me this pretty scar. Oh, did I mention the kitchen was a rockin' purple as well! It hurt and I'm not gonna lie...I cried a little. BUT, it was a great year for the delicious grapes! Woot!!<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-43726794016308432332012-11-30T13:46:00.002-08:002012-11-30T13:46:47.350-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I read a great quote today that I want<br />
to add to my refrigerator quotes....<br />
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"Don't cry because it's over,<br />
Smile because it happened!"<br />
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In other words, don't be sad because one<br />
part of your life is over...be grateful that you<br />
were able to experience it. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-80785881938620023312012-11-04T19:51:00.001-08:002012-11-04T19:59:13.093-08:00Look at the Size of those thorns!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDVBvKMMd4ulwAhSk5M-WbiUNXZqD1FLmSgM8V56szOAG-8Ck4w5CTx-dzVXIw0bzaCNMSmhnRqE3gH55itKTTf1UA88blTq3W6bJFnKU2blfhDyUv4je-FwEQSoh-hDt72ZlZiwuXioc/s1600/Mom%2527s+Pictures+080.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKDVBvKMMd4ulwAhSk5M-WbiUNXZqD1FLmSgM8V56szOAG-8Ck4w5CTx-dzVXIw0bzaCNMSmhnRqE3gH55itKTTf1UA88blTq3W6bJFnKU2blfhDyUv4je-FwEQSoh-hDt72ZlZiwuXioc/s320/Mom%2527s+Pictures+080.JPG" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a>Do any of you recognize these thorns? They are part of a hawthorne bush and we have about 10 acres of them up in Crouch, Idaho!<br />
My husband and I have been going to Crouch to thin these things and it takes most of a day to clear a 12 foot patch of these things. He bought a back hoe thinking he could dig them out but it was NOT TO BE! They have to be hand done. I wish I would have taken a picture of my husband's bloody arms for proof. Anyway, we got a steal of a deal for this property and now I think I know why. Even with this said, the place is so beautiful and serene! We LOVE Idaho!!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-21080727067699917002012-02-27T09:11:00.001-08:002012-02-27T09:13:06.230-08:00Update on Elder Johnson<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwHT2EQSULuM-PHm-tnRneyvEL0zRXuVIdjvOX2QedzpupAfjzIOlgxP-sy78068xhi5d1-xsCUJjm49NIZ8T1nTn1racjYlR03dzqPzhfa-LSfrTW0j32NuZDWpEdSUiqhJ7OUKzS0x0/s1600/Imagen+275+%25281%2529.jpg'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdwHT2EQSULuM-PHm-tnRneyvEL0zRXuVIdjvOX2QedzpupAfjzIOlgxP-sy78068xhi5d1-xsCUJjm49NIZ8T1nTn1racjYlR03dzqPzhfa-LSfrTW0j32NuZDWpEdSUiqhJ7OUKzS0x0/s320/Imagen+275+%25281%2529.jpg' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />This is a recent picture of Elder Johnson in Uruguay.<br />He is LOVING his mission.<br />He is down to 5 months left!<br />He cooks very well and I miss that!<br />He's sporting his apron made by the Primary.<br />Love him so much!<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-6204355785186433372012-01-25T11:38:00.000-08:002012-01-25T11:47:35.783-08:00Snow in Meridian, Idaho<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzU8kCKcCKCAq1G2Xxa0vTVnuEgnuaT-EtnfshKC-86LEAxZSBw0TUxFk6Yo6_r_KlhV3b_GFlnfHb_BJPa_7xGsvm4Q6h3Cacicc9RNM6x3voMDVd7QBTn7nkXTl4Y-SX9Uaz9yJovIFM/s1600/SANY5440.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzU8kCKcCKCAq1G2Xxa0vTVnuEgnuaT-EtnfshKC-86LEAxZSBw0TUxFk6Yo6_r_KlhV3b_GFlnfHb_BJPa_7xGsvm4Q6h3Cacicc9RNM6x3voMDVd7QBTn7nkXTl4Y-SX9Uaz9yJovIFM/s320/SANY5440.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701658242073795986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dqPCEPl1hIIRy3B671N4_-z8vYMyNg0EooCNCrF0epBfEj3ptIqxf9vVgKr3jaPt8DypiG-3mCLR4xzn8hJuGdVX45SWWkQ7JJYbPOanD31Fhm2kc_3Ki-4iln-dAZ6DYCHj7Mc90sOR/s1600/SANY5459.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dqPCEPl1hIIRy3B671N4_-z8vYMyNg0EooCNCrF0epBfEj3ptIqxf9vVgKr3jaPt8DypiG-3mCLR4xzn8hJuGdVX45SWWkQ7JJYbPOanD31Fhm2kc_3Ki-4iln-dAZ6DYCHj7Mc90sOR/s320/SANY5459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701658060412463714" /></a><br />I just wanted to show the before and after photos of snow in Meridian, ID. For those of you who don't know where Meridian is...it's ten miles from Boise. We hardly ever get snow but when we do I try to make the most of it. Because I knew 7 inches would be melted the next day, I thought I better hurry and make a snowman so it will stick around longer. My daughter, Emily and I made three snowmen and started making a fort to go around it. It was already dark by the time we could get out there. It was raining all the while we were making them. The snow on the ground WAS completely gone the next day and the three snowmen were reduced to 2 snowballs and 2 carrots (lying on the ground) the third day or so after the snowfall. We sure had fun for a couple hours anyway for the winter. We were just SO excited that we got snow at all!! YAY!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-59784286061064923002011-11-05T20:15:00.000-07:002012-02-13T22:36:32.150-08:00Elder Johnson serving in Uruguay<a href='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5I4cc-dyU3-6z2o2zhc5TkmETU4ZYCOC4VvOuJXl-zfjgmzszkFFueGedQGxLCgV_S4U6vbUPt_lk8BIrduipI5a-8hmVaT2UZjHnHrt0K3z8NV4-ffMqQRjNJG9WM_thXCLe0XtyN1kQ/s1600/DSCN9393+%25281%2529.JPG'><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5I4cc-dyU3-6z2o2zhc5TkmETU4ZYCOC4VvOuJXl-zfjgmzszkFFueGedQGxLCgV_S4U6vbUPt_lk8BIrduipI5a-8hmVaT2UZjHnHrt0K3z8NV4-ffMqQRjNJG9WM_thXCLe0XtyN1kQ/s320/DSCN9393+%25281%2529.JPG' border='0' alt=''style='clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;' /></a> <br />This is a picture of Elder Johnson in Uruguay. He left for his mission August 2010. He has nine months left of his two years!<div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-84432425939965065942010-12-07T21:51:00.001-08:002010-12-07T21:51:51.033-08:00<a href="http://eldermoxley.blogspot.com/2010/12/source-for-christmas-fun.html?spref=bl">How Beautiful are the Feet...: Source for Christmas Fun</a>: "Christ: The Real Gift of Christmas A recent search brought me to this site which I hadn't seen yet. The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-da..."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-15173706819808753232010-11-08T08:51:00.000-08:002010-11-08T09:20:31.221-08:00oh my goot-ness!So...anyone out there want free concord grapes?? It's a giveaway!<br /><br />Grapes look innocent enough. I have a blog entry 2 years ago that looks fine....<br /><br />I am so GLAD I went back to that blog entry because it helped me understand what went wrong this year when I tried to juice our grapes!<br />I used a seperate burner that was NOT part of the glass top burners I currently have in my kitchen. It took most of one day to juice 20 quarts of grapes. That was discouraging because I can do at least double that usually. So, I figured it must be the glass top stove. I only purchased one a few years ago because the last electric stove I had burned out and the burners wouldn't fit right and you get the picture....the question I have is....WHO designs these units? CERTAINLY not a housewife!!! The oven racks aren't wide enough in the oven so when I try to pull the rack out it falls to one side. Wow! ah hem, so enough of my soap box!<br /><br />The next day I thought I'd use our gas camping stove. Gas surely is faster, right? YES! A hundred times faster! Yay! Then...catastrophy!!<br />It had to be done outside. Luckily, it was a warm day in November which I'm grateful. A good thing, too because I totally tripped up the back steps with hot grape juice in hand and there it was...hot, molten lava, oh I mean purple grape juice all over two steps and getting on shoes and the garage floor. I stared in horror as to what to do. Stains! Embarrassment from my clutsy-ness! There I was hosing it off and Cloroxing it. By this point I am exhausted! I had to have these grapes juiced today because I had a meeting that night and was to babysit my cute grandson all the next day. So, this added to my pressure. I was tired of carrying in hot bottles of grape juice. I heard that this kind of canning had been done by different friends so I thought all would be ok. (I started out the day feeling yucky anyway). I started throwing grapes away, I was so mad. I called the gas company to hook into gas but found out it cost $10,000 to hook it up. Yeah, right! I almost went out to the garden and pulled up the grape vines by their roots! The next step was to put them on "Craiglist!" This year I was NOT thankful for them. So, my wonderful husband came home in all my anxiety and was hurrying to get ready for his big meeting that he had prepared for-for weeks. He saw my dilemma when he came in the kitchen in his shirt and tie. I was doing the last batch that I intended to do indoors and just at that moment....more disaster. The juice was boiling hot, ready to put in the jars and the hose came off the canner. Purple flowing lava oozing all over the kitchen. Splashing on cupboards, soaking into clean towels. All I can think of at this point is, "HOW DO I PLUG THIS HOLE UP AND GET THE HOSE ON AT THE SAME TIME WITH 300 DEGREE LAVA COMING OUT? Also, the mess, oh the cleaning to be done when I was already needing Calgon and a stiff drink!! (Ok, maybe not the stiff drink). My husband went to get some gloves and plugged the hole while my shaky hands tried to put the hose back on but it was not to be. So, we switched places...and...success!! Not a drop on my husband's suit! Woo-hoo! He kindof stared in amazement. He didn't dare go anywhere. My 17 year old daughter and her friend were mopping up the juice and I was about to explode! I told my husband he needed to go to his meeting. Nobody dared even speak! <br />So, I had to bite my homemaking pride and ask my wonderful mother-in-law if she would finish those, those things. She and my father-in-law already picked those things as it was. Together, we got 75 quarts of grapes! But, if you see them next year at this time on "Craigslist" on Ten Mile Road-do not be surprised. Be very scared--but not surprised!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-84132183304110253242010-11-01T20:56:00.000-07:002010-11-01T21:06:27.648-07:00Baby Caleb<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoAa6UvkoI0aDaFEe8pSHAH0W2dhzZAchQdDLwI5agbLWQvReonS7mCpl4MW8JeuR-k4drhKobWvVL9uVC6_e3KqI3n1Giqpa3AzS0Ix73I1Ddj1akfm7s1-EIhNpugEq9Cd9PN_Z1o0f/s1600/Caleb-6+weeks.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZoAa6UvkoI0aDaFEe8pSHAH0W2dhzZAchQdDLwI5agbLWQvReonS7mCpl4MW8JeuR-k4drhKobWvVL9uVC6_e3KqI3n1Giqpa3AzS0Ix73I1Ddj1akfm7s1-EIhNpugEq9Cd9PN_Z1o0f/s320/Caleb-6+weeks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534798819019487650" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-51957852515310784572010-04-08T14:37:00.000-07:002010-04-08T14:38:42.966-07:00<strong></strong><iframe src="http://free.timeanddate.com/clock/i20hsjgu/n163" frameborder="0" width="76" height="17"></iframe><br /><em></em> Elder Corby Layne Johnson is going to the <br /> Uruguay Montevideo Mission<br /> He leaves August 5, 2010!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-46218504343527087592010-03-20T22:25:00.000-07:002010-03-20T22:30:29.279-07:00Our Third Missionary Son<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO_zi_T9APeWiTl9nzYE36yLE4s7uhyphenhyphenj3J2xX9YoX8_BXlNryksULRrAZd8T7T3ZBNn6UsIbnTnh8OYtoNdU1EIuVExSLOEW51EhYvZQSSBTAVwlwG7JExJs2YJqRBHSplz0Ur_VIbWLK/s1600-h/Missionary+017.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNO_zi_T9APeWiTl9nzYE36yLE4s7uhyphenhyphenj3J2xX9YoX8_BXlNryksULRrAZd8T7T3ZBNn6UsIbnTnh8OYtoNdU1EIuVExSLOEW51EhYvZQSSBTAVwlwG7JExJs2YJqRBHSplz0Ur_VIbWLK/s320/Missionary+017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450954331674967074" /></a><br /><br />It's with mixed emotion that our third son just submitted his papers to go on a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints! That means he has an interview with the Stake President and then his papers go to Salt Lake City, UT where the Prophet and a committee review and assign a place and time where he will go for the next two years! We are very excited and proud of his accomplishments! We'll be looking forward with much anticipation. It's just SOOO hard letting these young men go for two years!! I'll post another blog when we find out in probably a month or so. We love you CORBY!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-72603675723675237922010-02-09T10:16:00.000-08:002010-02-09T10:33:44.805-08:00Our Differences are All Good!I have been taking an uplifting class lately. And who doesn't need that this time of year, eh?<br /><br />One week we discussed "Personality and the Color Code." You may or may not have heard of it. One takes a quiz with 4 words in each 46 questions asked. One picks which word describes one best. We are either red, blue, white, or yellow. I was more dominately blue. It's a strong personality but sensitive to others' needs. It's motivation is "Intimacy." Red is "Power." White is "Peace." and Yellow is "Fun." <br /><br /> The great thing about this is that one can see the different personalities in one's family and become empowered to use these differences for everyone's good. No one person is right all the time. It gives the strengths and limitations to work with. It's especially helpful for parents. So, if you have access to this, I would recommend it. It gets rid of power struggles and motivates in the right direction. <br /><br />Then, I ran across a quote from Henry B. Eyring to go along with it.:::<br />"The children of God have more in common than they have differences. And even the differences can be seen as an opportunity. God will help us see a difference in somone else not as a source of irritation but as a contribution. The Lord can help you see and value what another person brings which you lack. More than once the Lord has helped nme see His kindness in giving me association with someone whose difference from me was just the help I needed. That has been the Lord's way of adding something I lacked to serve Him better."<br /><br />So, it's a nice thought for "Valentine's Day." And I wish you all a "Happy Valentine's Day!" Here's to accepting and celebrating our differences!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-17104971964586303372009-11-02T00:11:00.000-08:002009-11-02T00:32:02.684-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWJgplKM9IWK9wNlp5fQVNBA_u2nqHpacNxhLXLxE3d22VKfjB8cbR7XwhZ1qG9kcUmDH15hCrIqkgPA0DBdaXLmIWawpHGzAqbaBy-fpYT0Nliw_T2aCvVNIyh3Qx8ywPY-okH7atIde/s1600-h/blog+pictures+007.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWJgplKM9IWK9wNlp5fQVNBA_u2nqHpacNxhLXLxE3d22VKfjB8cbR7XwhZ1qG9kcUmDH15hCrIqkgPA0DBdaXLmIWawpHGzAqbaBy-fpYT0Nliw_T2aCvVNIyh3Qx8ywPY-okH7atIde/s320/blog+pictures+007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399417206505463570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBuaSdc58olXCHadIQWc8fEDs7EjiM-RtXFLZ1zwD3OyLhIJOsbDaE_mW7XFJmRQaZ0TfTcXJK2uEBXzGhOJLVgyleRhPSJoHvzztKZWmfAKqRDhvN6o2JMu8iPDHwmxpnkNBW842tQNq/s1600-h/blog+pictures+006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTBuaSdc58olXCHadIQWc8fEDs7EjiM-RtXFLZ1zwD3OyLhIJOsbDaE_mW7XFJmRQaZ0TfTcXJK2uEBXzGhOJLVgyleRhPSJoHvzztKZWmfAKqRDhvN6o2JMu8iPDHwmxpnkNBW842tQNq/s320/blog+pictures+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399417199576102850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcpgP48-swoSM2CNnLapZhw-vTGgUBgb2hOfG_ueg0l-zvoujOAnYZ_INo57BP1nrt4upT5JnJmm9tFz94cImMpZQiYZMBDVkCjXs_nDCtWNoibQUFCV5V3Mpc2jWo2m-fpwJq9djBrbg/s1600-h/blog+pictures+005.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcpgP48-swoSM2CNnLapZhw-vTGgUBgb2hOfG_ueg0l-zvoujOAnYZ_INo57BP1nrt4upT5JnJmm9tFz94cImMpZQiYZMBDVkCjXs_nDCtWNoibQUFCV5V3Mpc2jWo2m-fpwJq9djBrbg/s320/blog+pictures+005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399417189874037842" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmg8LD1p57ViHCO8E9pno9ufWm_LbYukftwvgQgnDpnW8pysqtbeYJ6v_eIG9hNYqGZ5WxitPkY7I26iDQJcngjePjWmBlU-n35p7tKVvbyXPTWvOLqdzGOe0Xwv6oFDHt_SeEP05a4mj/s1600-h/blog+pictures+004.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZmg8LD1p57ViHCO8E9pno9ufWm_LbYukftwvgQgnDpnW8pysqtbeYJ6v_eIG9hNYqGZ5WxitPkY7I26iDQJcngjePjWmBlU-n35p7tKVvbyXPTWvOLqdzGOe0Xwv6oFDHt_SeEP05a4mj/s320/blog+pictures+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399417179174480258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYalceiliVlEix1BegexxoyXcKnnIExgTsUyg_4owKnM0hRKllvrfy1Ui4wy2tzMr0fCleOrKrYdHnslUq7LDX_khw_aDKE-BgPMOxhJl5vMtFC0NG4bK_2Doe__RyVoZ2BcCayzjP9ZyZ/s1600-h/blog+pictures+003.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYalceiliVlEix1BegexxoyXcKnnIExgTsUyg_4owKnM0hRKllvrfy1Ui4wy2tzMr0fCleOrKrYdHnslUq7LDX_khw_aDKE-BgPMOxhJl5vMtFC0NG4bK_2Doe__RyVoZ2BcCayzjP9ZyZ/s320/blog+pictures+003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399417170465737122" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-20737552099689207102009-11-01T23:33:00.000-08:002009-11-02T00:11:26.144-08:00The Time Change<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br />Who likes this time change? Do you like that it gets dark an hour earlier? I'm not convinced that it IS a good thing. And WHY does it have to happen anyway? I guess some go to school and work when it's lighter outside and that's probably a good reason. But, all in all it just makes us want to "veg" in our houses and be lazier. Maybe that's why so many of us eat more this time of year. (Not to mention it starts with Halloween and a non stop eating holiday frenzie season until after Valentine's Day) Anyway, I would just like to hear your opinions out there....<br /> <br />This time of year also reminds me that my mom and dad have to spend hours and I literally mean HOURS turning their clocks back. The reason being is that they own SOOO many clocks. Sorry Mom I don't know the official count at this point but suffice it to say it is close to 2000 somewhere. They have beaten out the contenders in the world records but have not chosen to enter it in their book. People of all ages come and tour through their home on their clock field trip. They have been given clocks from friends and acquaintances. My mom used to demo at Sam's Club and she had a clock for every season. She was a lot of the customer's favorite as they would go in there just to see the different clock she would have sitting there. My mom and dad are very entertaining. My sisters and I say that when their time comes we will either make their home into a museum or sell the clocks to pay for all of them that they purchased over the years, lol. We all have our favorite, chosen clock of course. The oldest sibling has already spoken for the grand daddy of them all-the beautiful Grandfather clock. And I guess that's her heirarchy right, yeah right. Me, being a sentimentalist wants the clock my dad made out of an old business timeclock. The 3rd sibling in the family want a silver, musical clock which I do, too but I don't think the baby of the family has mentioned which clock she wants as maybe the 2 oldest talk too much. :) So, they range from the big daddy down to the pretty miniature ones. They also have some whimsical clocks. The "Fart" clock was a favorite but bit the dust. They are so fun to look at. The only problem I have with the collection is the basement clocks. They are the ones that didn't make the "cut." They are...well...NOISY!! When we visit, it is our residence down there which we appreciate so much but the noise from the clocks makes one feel like their on the Alfred Hitchcocks's Vertigo or some insane assylum. I have to remove some of the batteries and replace them and set the clocks again when we leave just to get some sleep. They are on every inch of every room. The ones going down the staircase fall off when they are bumped going down. One of the advantages might be when I'm on the phone with them I can hear the clocks all going off in unison so I know after the 2nd hour of them going off I should probably rap it up. Anyway, the clocks bring joy to them and those around them so who am I to judge anything. Just wanted to share that I feel sorry for them 2 times a year as they are changing all those clocks. :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-76772147677732843202009-09-18T21:06:00.000-07:002009-09-18T21:07:48.523-07:00Quote of the Month<span style="font-weight:bold;"><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />Remember this and think about it, only too true...and I don't remember where I picked it up but here it is....<br /><br /> A successful marriage is the union between two great forgivers.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-11878622567037266752009-09-17T22:21:00.000-07:002009-09-17T22:46:05.830-07:00A Day in the Life.....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBV6VhBNOzuISjcvPV4G0JRPmSYbSSt8mvy2P7Qs19Rl8OiEAyMJ4pP3abIkgW6vKkLmoR0jDs-XNrdj9v6_ajGOVYSOKC9qc8hM7XX2nLR012Ch8JrQnmmp_3M4k1KG4rhT7wnjy7gZp6/s1600-h/A+Day+in+the+Life+003.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKxpW3C1lpSufCbtbOry67vEAI00xEX4Rj5JtxVqF3Od9h8JlWtdUFJD3zaI1Rj0eAOV_CN0vrfpAlYPyGLGwxM4WapEHM1vfUGHFWkFVRsKEOeNprQ605-PZaqSxpBNLychiBimXF4AVe/s200/A+Day+in+the+Life+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382675014291911298" /></a><br />AAAAHHHHH, the sweet life of country living. Warm summer breezes, views as far as the eye can see....<br /><br />WRONG!! We've had road construction in front of our driveway for going on 5 days now. Meridian City is tying into the sewer line for the bathrooms they are putting across the street. That's right, when we moved here we were the only ones around. It was almost spooky because we were the only ones out here. That was 21 years ago. Even the babysitters got scared. NOW...there is a full blown 20 acre soccer park across the street. The place crawls with people EVERYWHERE! Now, I don't like to complain...well....maybe a little. But we DID move out here for a REASON and that reason was to be away from noise and now it's all about noise. To add insult to injury there will also be a Church next door that takes the place of all the lovely fields that grow everyone's....FOOD. So now, my husband searches diligently for a cabin get-away somewhere up in the mountains. We have been up there looking around several Saturdays. Can anybody relate out there???<br /><br />When we first moved here my kids played "Kick the Can", played in the ditches, four wheeled, all things kids want to do and NEED to do but they are now 26, 24, 22. Now, my 6 year old has a new playground....Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-10172687265376777412009-08-25T13:29:00.000-07:002009-08-25T13:40:48.048-07:00Life is Like a Boomerang<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid60lFpG6dB5gSyPLCIblUHCUaWMMtCG75m78GSvs8waGtzLuVo3nwXlb3z3-JhBLqNhxqRO_EeRGPDLkJSDEsMrxZ2n_rrvXFvc2RahM3Np71JjRi-0hnRHmqSvM_OgXXwAZIpETCf4Xu/s1600-h/boomerang1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid60lFpG6dB5gSyPLCIblUHCUaWMMtCG75m78GSvs8waGtzLuVo3nwXlb3z3-JhBLqNhxqRO_EeRGPDLkJSDEsMrxZ2n_rrvXFvc2RahM3Np71JjRi-0hnRHmqSvM_OgXXwAZIpETCf4Xu/s200/boomerang1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374001453736295330" /></a><br /><br />Steven R. Covey wrote this in his book and I was reading it the other day from an email a dear friend sent. I love getting random emails from friends!<br /><br />We've heard this concept before but if we apply it to our lives in a real way and practice what we know--then the change comes alive....<br /><br />10 percent of life is made up of what happens to you.<br />90 percent of life is decided by how you react.<br />Absolutely everything we do, give, say, or even think is like a boomerang. It will come back to us.<br />Maybe one of your children breaks a special keepsake. How do you react? <br />What if somebody cuts you off in traffic when you are already 5 minutes late for work-does it make the rest of the day go bad?<br />If we want to receive, we need to learn to give first.<br />Maybe we will end with our hands empty, but our heart will be filled with love, and those who love life, have that feeling marked in their hearts.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-16874989393313947052009-07-29T19:00:00.000-07:002009-07-29T19:05:31.095-07:00Tip of the Dayhttp://www.sthuberts.org/poop/Images/Ice%20CreamSundae.jpg<br /><br />Who out there LOVES ice cream? We all love ice cream!<br />So, here's the tip for the day....<br />For brain freeze: press tongue or thumb firmly to the roof of mouth -OR-<br />you can take a couple sips of warm beverage.<br />Brain freezes lasts 21 seconds typically. This is from the good ol' "Farmer's Almanac." Good advice for this hot month of July.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-70716097433304320102009-07-29T11:39:00.000-07:002009-07-29T11:44:01.994-07:00A Little Thought for the DayA characteristic of a depressed spirit is an "overconcentration" on cares and concerns--an unwise wallowing in feelings of foreboding. What a difference it would make if, instead, we took account of our strengths, raise our eyes off the ground, and gave ourselves credit for how far we have already come and how much we have already achieved. Let us recognize and make use of our talents, abilities, skills, and capacity instead of allowing these traits to be BURIED through self-criticism, forgetfulness, and disuse. Let us name our blessings one by one.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-4384149754548390122009-07-27T13:45:00.000-07:002009-07-27T13:57:11.780-07:00I've been missing my old blog friend...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gXRpXrMPYhlx1jfQ-d-lIsETmxchUC-5aBgoABUg_KTy0ifrq1yepn_rZh4znc48L01dJmnVBQcHmR44KIs5nGuxKsUfJYQ7CWJR5eI8WKR03GA4eeNlVdV1Bn4IxIHJB0Su0-XrLXqe/s1600-h/camp+2009+043.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6gXRpXrMPYhlx1jfQ-d-lIsETmxchUC-5aBgoABUg_KTy0ifrq1yepn_rZh4znc48L01dJmnVBQcHmR44KIs5nGuxKsUfJYQ7CWJR5eI8WKR03GA4eeNlVdV1Bn4IxIHJB0Su0-XrLXqe/s200/camp+2009+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363246658106816002" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJ7ikzQYSSil315EGyDl7eni0oLzeAZNwM-fQmRRExQAanKilTulSnhEtsRd1i_OljXLOCFdBtF9cOXiO9lhv97WbMFYAb1FQhQJODJy3iSqNGzJwfk0mZkCy3JTy8Zajvc8vY2MbrYc1/s1600-h/camp+2009+042.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJ7ikzQYSSil315EGyDl7eni0oLzeAZNwM-fQmRRExQAanKilTulSnhEtsRd1i_OljXLOCFdBtF9cOXiO9lhv97WbMFYAb1FQhQJODJy3iSqNGzJwfk0mZkCy3JTy8Zajvc8vY2MbrYc1/s200/camp+2009+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363246651310242850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQwdPHyHKJUioPqvhNMK1n8lZRFreqETUjWzDjs6vyh61jqKc1B95YvVvT16MmMEp-RxmOG2sJOx3iYgbMhJReUlsW8hGu4CrnCoeE-idsKRASOHhKyjww2VgEF5ooZ2LY0EAyVKJ9dF7/s1600-h/camp+2009+037.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiQwdPHyHKJUioPqvhNMK1n8lZRFreqETUjWzDjs6vyh61jqKc1B95YvVvT16MmMEp-RxmOG2sJOx3iYgbMhJReUlsW8hGu4CrnCoeE-idsKRASOHhKyjww2VgEF5ooZ2LY0EAyVKJ9dF7/s200/camp+2009+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363246642105401922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEx0Ke3Dxkkg23957SW09MToXT6uYFCS-EdZpuvoAW7WOOikF8RL34nltb5s4PXoS82tzrhDru8limGaQj-UP5h2CBJpiYcKe16ogmeYLPH7nOgA0c-mKl9mmsMHErWHY55F15niOvUIP5/s1600-h/camp+2009+027.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEx0Ke3Dxkkg23957SW09MToXT6uYFCS-EdZpuvoAW7WOOikF8RL34nltb5s4PXoS82tzrhDru8limGaQj-UP5h2CBJpiYcKe16ogmeYLPH7nOgA0c-mKl9mmsMHErWHY55F15niOvUIP5/s200/camp+2009+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363246633547974802" /></a><br />I missed this old friend...I've been busy trying to plan my part of our Stake Girl's Camp that was held July 14th through the 17th at Pinetop near Idaho City. I had been attending meetings, having meetings and planning since February. The Stake did an amazing job. My part was being in charge of our ward of course. I rounded up letters, etc. Then we were in charge of the craft and the "Virtue Walk." I organized 10 sisters to dress up in Jerusalem old style and give 3 minute thoughts for it. We ordered oil lamps from Jerusalem. When they hadn't arrived for 2 and a half months we got a little worried. So, with the help of a dear sister in our ward and by a miracle we had them in time. It was their reminder of the theme of our camp. It was a lot like a youth conference. It was a fun, amazing time and was so glad to be able to be part of it. Young Women rock!! Below are a few pictures of Camp 2009!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-44286918576917809092009-07-27T13:39:00.000-07:002009-07-27T13:45:38.861-07:00It's been just a little while, huh?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8i0VbzDFrikWBCuofxjI-ePMQmfhZ_MB4bI5NQiJWDtW3emyzctXQXwW6INjrC4n-IeQPE8S6DXzTr4tpPK1VFXmHwzlSRUV2kLhK5jRIhdWl3g4YanGtdyTSKPCg9ifzdxGjdFOKFAh_/s1600-h/camp+2009+017.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8i0VbzDFrikWBCuofxjI-ePMQmfhZ_MB4bI5NQiJWDtW3emyzctXQXwW6INjrC4n-IeQPE8S6DXzTr4tpPK1VFXmHwzlSRUV2kLhK5jRIhdWl3g4YanGtdyTSKPCg9ifzdxGjdFOKFAh_/s200/camp+2009+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363243493919148258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_09BOpes5VHjSvVFK0zpcdgUiAIJgybhxGBCzofviU-qMOlntS6FCtAewmnk6XpM0i4qMJFnsucpct0uG8LrHLKYdcmETgHngS0kPRVKp1A8dW3mzb7bUDp0EQ3sBQc7ceRD6sjo2MG10/s1600-h/camp+2009+011.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_09BOpes5VHjSvVFK0zpcdgUiAIJgybhxGBCzofviU-qMOlntS6FCtAewmnk6XpM0i4qMJFnsucpct0uG8LrHLKYdcmETgHngS0kPRVKp1A8dW3mzb7bUDp0EQ3sBQc7ceRD6sjo2MG10/s200/camp+2009+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363243490080420306" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWig4PonSVEbkWlPCw6J6IqcX2YWQiKpoc4O1Q7vCr7f9ZlF1l7z0676sRuHueV9kdpaM-Ouh1U7hmK9cFd2SLDJMfdMzU1MiliK4Q7BnaCGyfigiILqx8qMGS9yJJ9Yz8F2NoLT3VmMZ/s1600-h/camp+2009+006.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDWig4PonSVEbkWlPCw6J6IqcX2YWQiKpoc4O1Q7vCr7f9ZlF1l7z0676sRuHueV9kdpaM-Ouh1U7hmK9cFd2SLDJMfdMzU1MiliK4Q7BnaCGyfigiILqx8qMGS9yJJ9Yz8F2NoLT3VmMZ/s200/camp+2009+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363243480066538802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWHyWRBl5ahgq33A6KQeTWxS-ocPFi4XWLrbQzdlguz4KrkZ0bkuoFGBX-JlR8bDvcQwdMKYpmuLfaUZKkbPTv11idQ3dUN6dnfHKgp_2fc0G7rnj2Sb_LePMiBF8z357N6WNfqOhm3Nv/s1600-h/camp+2009+003.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQWHyWRBl5ahgq33A6KQeTWxS-ocPFi4XWLrbQzdlguz4KrkZ0bkuoFGBX-JlR8bDvcQwdMKYpmuLfaUZKkbPTv11idQ3dUN6dnfHKgp_2fc0G7rnj2Sb_LePMiBF8z357N6WNfqOhm3Nv/s200/camp+2009+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363243474122006962" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYilzl-tj6IK3U7ncaj9ISMK4gGzNYtaueAkl6MwezbIjbaZJxMSqkSDpL9zmhwm66sXToJQp376YVWaEENl1_IigrVlXoAVNlccVzfRjCBLYr0OXFnVdkQP_5knj3FlJiKNDz5BmfhmAF/s1600-h/camp+2009+001.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYilzl-tj6IK3U7ncaj9ISMK4gGzNYtaueAkl6MwezbIjbaZJxMSqkSDpL9zmhwm66sXToJQp376YVWaEENl1_IigrVlXoAVNlccVzfRjCBLYr0OXFnVdkQP_5knj3FlJiKNDz5BmfhmAF/s200/camp+2009+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363243467121938706" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1886910023154869975.post-90359728705271545572009-06-01T12:35:00.000-07:002009-06-01T12:43:22.210-07:00Our Fourth Child's Graduation! How OLD are we exactly???<span style="font-style:italic;"></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaePU25PZVpit3mWBf3IkUlU2ekHOclFS-aQanw50t_u7SZhZLGffxCxydPIZ80sv-0Kn3v19B0pUdNfHJnHqiVkZdKKjOuJy_a8z9YhDawqi51D0X1Z2E4AjAt0RJiZ_pLs0xlHEY8aV/s1600-h/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+064.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvaePU25PZVpit3mWBf3IkUlU2ekHOclFS-aQanw50t_u7SZhZLGffxCxydPIZ80sv-0Kn3v19B0pUdNfHJnHqiVkZdKKjOuJy_a8z9YhDawqi51D0X1Z2E4AjAt0RJiZ_pLs0xlHEY8aV/s200/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446613313106402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypP7LJ5U5OLIAGUheQF_iVTfPVEJUwtZqgzeWUr_5NEIfo6MGihK6yZoFLIHD8i4PxHibY2IVw9d8lky8thF8o9OgxGGZfcuj5azqPgTfoUg0Lx7Oli4YHpMoL60zJvEK9vPWq5-qsLFN/s1600-h/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+050.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiypP7LJ5U5OLIAGUheQF_iVTfPVEJUwtZqgzeWUr_5NEIfo6MGihK6yZoFLIHD8i4PxHibY2IVw9d8lky8thF8o9OgxGGZfcuj5azqPgTfoUg0Lx7Oli4YHpMoL60zJvEK9vPWq5-qsLFN/s200/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446607960036274" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-k_Rv9iN1KHxT7fsOaIVO0RjHmW0X8z8q_hZrhl7rkEhyphenhyphen6Zr6QJIesaws-QtaeywyM3gSR7RWhzMO0Df149ga0L_gJXC__ciUctKz1xgf8IVrI3JPcKN49czinKTH6lZocDFgSQsa_5-/s1600-h/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+054.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR-k_Rv9iN1KHxT7fsOaIVO0RjHmW0X8z8q_hZrhl7rkEhyphenhyphen6Zr6QJIesaws-QtaeywyM3gSR7RWhzMO0Df149ga0L_gJXC__ciUctKz1xgf8IVrI3JPcKN49czinKTH6lZocDFgSQsa_5-/s200/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446598771878050" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1udJvYTB8hkwMlDlKpE2gIk6QvV8d4SCwze-CHDhVW8Kisn2Z8CxCiEc3f-A0wqgCv7RdFfSlpWq-VCr8wH2rqtWdhNNKsEoVSeyX58P-4yC5sSx3AfhYwZnTfUD5xb4DKxcjh11UN1Q/s1600-h/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+052.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz1udJvYTB8hkwMlDlKpE2gIk6QvV8d4SCwze-CHDhVW8Kisn2Z8CxCiEc3f-A0wqgCv7RdFfSlpWq-VCr8wH2rqtWdhNNKsEoVSeyX58P-4yC5sSx3AfhYwZnTfUD5xb4DKxcjh11UN1Q/s200/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+052.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446595094734370" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYXFbv8qEhB1Hx4VkTfKDlo9QqV-A8sQ8B4j73gopmanBx_sU_UlzxRt_p1RGkJUhcyLhRaJnKVaVnSk4y8A_g3-76zUqKBArRBVXU8dPJGo8flwZH3eGso615_zlV3HGr3OneFQi827R/s1600-h/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+047.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMYXFbv8qEhB1Hx4VkTfKDlo9QqV-A8sQ8B4j73gopmanBx_sU_UlzxRt_p1RGkJUhcyLhRaJnKVaVnSk4y8A_g3-76zUqKBArRBVXU8dPJGo8flwZH3eGso615_zlV3HGr3OneFQi827R/s200/corby's+grad.+and+Idaho+City+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342446589300735586" /></a><br />HAPPY GRADUATION CORBY! <br />The top picture is Emily at Corby's Graduation "All Night Party."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0