tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7760201782420990712024-02-18T21:18:06.500-08:00Malstrom MayhemJazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.comBlogger65125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-85804047415747859192011-11-15T14:54:00.001-08:002011-11-15T15:00:31.235-08:00Magic<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljlDtjNHeRKlWWIDhRAY59vGasL0WqfcIwFy-T0qReqcTs0Nx5HhEUtnF0sTqWGtzNKQOqN_CtHfi9KrQ6L9k41_cCr5Vfnw8CsHNycPpw9Ppi2VcdnU36Ly3mc1OvkbjNKBsav694z59/s1600/SAM_4054.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiljlDtjNHeRKlWWIDhRAY59vGasL0WqfcIwFy-T0qReqcTs0Nx5HhEUtnF0sTqWGtzNKQOqN_CtHfi9KrQ6L9k41_cCr5Vfnw8CsHNycPpw9Ppi2VcdnU36Ly3mc1OvkbjNKBsav694z59/s320/SAM_4054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675360229380376914" border="0" /></a>My sister asked me if I could make a magic wand. I wasn't really sure if I could, but how fun to try!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpDOIkYhf1GwqsWD3_b-GrDkHSFynwIKwQ5mv-VGewCtE0Cv9dOvVxnagSLq4jroeC7w5S7rbnp0MxVyls2ZUprv4PlyCdQJB7PP3r34dlSeQytLJWGWfNphz47i30op2Eg03oCF17bCM/s1600/SAM_4048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpDOIkYhf1GwqsWD3_b-GrDkHSFynwIKwQ5mv-VGewCtE0Cv9dOvVxnagSLq4jroeC7w5S7rbnp0MxVyls2ZUprv4PlyCdQJB7PP3r34dlSeQytLJWGWfNphz47i30op2Eg03oCF17bCM/s320/SAM_4048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675360094215585458" border="0" /></a>Wandering around the craft store I found various wood pieces, candle holders, spools, spindles and envisioned a way to put together a pretty cool wand.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOMpRalQH2UDG_5Bnzst8IdHAcgSRgEoPWd2EiH09CMDw7L01S488o0bmGMHYrdbqg6qekpszNV6HNxnY_jxPwCBjFpJAWMRIEC_IoHF-FTcBg-A6bDkhOGlZ4qSq_4TFuHen2rrkqndp/s1600/SAM_4049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 165px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijOMpRalQH2UDG_5Bnzst8IdHAcgSRgEoPWd2EiH09CMDw7L01S488o0bmGMHYrdbqg6qekpszNV6HNxnY_jxPwCBjFpJAWMRIEC_IoHF-FTcBg-A6bDkhOGlZ4qSq_4TFuHen2rrkqndp/s320/SAM_4049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675359976655183634" border="0" /></a>I had to use my Dremel to widen the insides of the spools to make the pieces fit, but I liked the snug assembly as I think it gives it more sturdiness. Then I used some permanent glue to secure all the pieces. I finished it off with a coat of dark brown paint, a dry brushing of black, and some flecks of gold. I sanded parts of it and kept adding until it looked how I wanted it.Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-22921854793842548782011-11-11T07:37:00.001-08:002011-11-11T07:50:59.573-08:00My latest craft project<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNvf63I8vPzmfP81-hboWCohSdwzmuAF3Ol3C8y-CFzzJRLoGCNehKuFbE59aBgnOseYX_1zM3nCyAKF6xLI8plMIzXLLCYsEjnc1yPCCTLD2XoxS0pU8MNBqcQZnLRSZ95suW3HwgCcv/s1600/SAM_4047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNvf63I8vPzmfP81-hboWCohSdwzmuAF3Ol3C8y-CFzzJRLoGCNehKuFbE59aBgnOseYX_1zM3nCyAKF6xLI8plMIzXLLCYsEjnc1yPCCTLD2XoxS0pU8MNBqcQZnLRSZ95suW3HwgCcv/s320/SAM_4047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673764171322711170" border="0" /></a>A neighbor of mine makes these super cute Holiday themed shelf sitters out of hard back books, and I wanted to make one that could stay up the whole year round.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaM_D3WzC0cgoVJ4xifH_-5weqCzSJn2Yjx_XPp3_XYU3geTDYO2m_ndy_8iIbXQ3UAOJZzcQC6c-VPzRjpm7T_cHjnqgc-ftRf3dA4qOlFxMZAijGFglYEVKtt5gSCMMhfJKhRm0hrod/s1600/SAM_4044.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPaM_D3WzC0cgoVJ4xifH_-5weqCzSJn2Yjx_XPp3_XYU3geTDYO2m_ndy_8iIbXQ3UAOJZzcQC6c-VPzRjpm7T_cHjnqgc-ftRf3dA4qOlFxMZAijGFglYEVKtt5gSCMMhfJKhRm0hrod/s320/SAM_4044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673763834711380498" border="0" /></a>To start, you need 3 hard back books of various sizes. I got mine from the library book sale awhile back to use as photography props for my jewelry, and hadn't used them recently. My neighbor says she gets hers mostly at thrift stores like the D.I.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-o10E-mc0BmM31bKgdfGAsvtiyAokdfXt6KZJo8ikIigTDvLpUa8zx_12l4nXHmLR1CT_NmAsIuo55yvE_o_XCoX92v2_fnmnjses3g0Q7WbIWTeqEmjyiE3sBl6qR-1R0C71Iz0uExD/s1600/SAM_4045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN-o10E-mc0BmM31bKgdfGAsvtiyAokdfXt6KZJo8ikIigTDvLpUa8zx_12l4nXHmLR1CT_NmAsIuo55yvE_o_XCoX92v2_fnmnjses3g0Q7WbIWTeqEmjyiE3sBl6qR-1R0C71Iz0uExD/s320/SAM_4045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673763557032190514" border="0" /></a>Next, you need vinyl of different colors, transfer tape, and it's REALLY helpful to have a computer program so that you can control the size and layout of your cuts. I used the Cricut Design Studio. I think they are beta testing a free online version of it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWNCXqErQC_R3deWZ8NtfUPN-dPsceKtOBSAldqshbBrkxunYzQg5iatJO6IATpK9iRvrNQMxDaOYfpgnmVPc_nbVAzGTxGntYOmUDP0vv5xqA3GHIeunfvl2acaYxNxVGphTHaCRwWGP/s1600/SAM_4046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWNCXqErQC_R3deWZ8NtfUPN-dPsceKtOBSAldqshbBrkxunYzQg5iatJO6IATpK9iRvrNQMxDaOYfpgnmVPc_nbVAzGTxGntYOmUDP0vv5xqA3GHIeunfvl2acaYxNxVGphTHaCRwWGP/s320/SAM_4046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673763251608079938" border="0" /></a>Just paint the books different colors, cut the vinyl in different colors and apply using the transfer tape. My neighbor embellishes her shelf sitters with a large bow, spray glitter, and floral picks. Since I wanted mine to be an all-year decoration, I decided to cut out a fleur-de-lis and apply it to the top book. Hot glue all the books together and you have a unique decoration for your home.<br /><br />Warning: If your kids are bookworms like mine, you may be asked several times WHY you are painting a book.Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-71363493159227306812011-10-17T18:14:00.000-07:002011-10-17T18:53:37.244-07:00Jazber Creates (hide your glue guns)Amber and I have been friends for a couple of years now (our daughters became <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">BFFs</span> in Kindergarten). I make jewelry for her and she takes stunning family photos for me. We have a super fun time. Lately, we have been on a craft kick and I just wanted to share some of our combined efforts/ideas<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eqNcPruUIl1QxpBR4ovis_ZUYPg4dm-j5nFy5VajkTuCqFWVoSXupysVid0R1u8O7r0t3erqK1M5sPCyEHxxoTIphseNB9CUxI6xglhsAsnfA25CPl47PfzJtjSXJ1X2cvfraAx9ubOh/s1600/0bows.jpg"><img on="" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eqNcPruUIl1QxpBR4ovis_ZUYPg4dm-j5nFy5VajkTuCqFWVoSXupysVid0R1u8O7r0t3erqK1M5sPCyEHxxoTIphseNB9CUxI6xglhsAsnfA25CPl47PfzJtjSXJ1X2cvfraAx9ubOh/s320/0bows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664637374219923106" amber="" and="" i="" have="" been="" friends="" for="" a="" couple="" of="" years="" now="" our="" daughters="" became="" bffs="" in="" make="" jewelry="" her="" she="" takes="" stunning="" family="" photos="" we="" super="" fun="" craft="" kick="" just="" wanted="" to="" share="" some="" combined="" efforts="" ideas="" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfA54T66VlAdkg6sTuzvvMk2imyr2uGwe3J-uffL_cggbx0Rz1Yypjet8JfWikYuxEdCq9ctLvCGSBWpDwuwUhUenxgSmYd2AH9exxBvS7fFwBPpIiUd_goc23P7RXqaMgs43q_tko0VG/s1600/1hearts.jpg" border="0" /></a>I think it started in July when she told me one night that she needed a "craft night" I gave her options from the craft supplies in my closet and she chose bows. I put bows together and she hot glued them to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">clippies</span>, and I think we made 20+ bows.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1eqNcPruUIl1QxpBR4ovis_ZUYPg4dm-j5nFy5VajkTuCqFWVoSXupysVid0R1u8O7r0t3erqK1M5sPCyEHxxoTIphseNB9CUxI6xglhsAsnfA25CPl47PfzJtjSXJ1X2cvfraAx9ubOh/s1600/0bows.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfA54T66VlAdkg6sTuzvvMk2imyr2uGwe3J-uffL_cggbx0Rz1Yypjet8JfWikYuxEdCq9ctLvCGSBWpDwuwUhUenxgSmYd2AH9exxBvS7fFwBPpIiUd_goc23P7RXqaMgs43q_tko0VG/s320/1hearts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664637283912404450" border="0" /></a>In September, I had a customer ask me if I could make 250 pendants for a Women's Retreat. I told her I couldn't because I'm a one woman company. She asked me to think about it. Then I told Amber about it, and she suggested that she would help and we could split the profits. I designed the image, printed and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"></span>covered them, then Amber cut and pasted all of them into the bezels. I was astonished how quickly we got them done, and how well we work together.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HrxKh3khB1SXaA-Zk493VC7jab41GoEGpJQQfh3n9QhhXZ7vx9KRvQlpOc_MBbY9HjDn-xDzWb3DkK-VU1KVOatnQQneds-a6rfUuxhGEk58YwOt3eC4L1_FRe0kdMxSGggT_goeFoT2/s1600/2menupinterest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3HrxKh3khB1SXaA-Zk493VC7jab41GoEGpJQQfh3n9QhhXZ7vx9KRvQlpOc_MBbY9HjDn-xDzWb3DkK-VU1KVOatnQQneds-a6rfUuxhGEk58YwOt3eC4L1_FRe0kdMxSGggT_goeFoT2/s320/2menupinterest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664637101017073922" border="0" /></a>In the middle of September, Amber found this <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://pinterest.com/pin/199090499/">idea</a> on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pinterest</span> for little wooden squares, painted with chalk paint and hung as a menu board.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fk7GZcnQZd1taPHf9UTI9VTOe5MnhAXSVFludVUWosC6eZ1sHAUPTZMGxzQ1q9CdRQCyOUhFf60vLCidcVPwqvBYFRnjmD1y4rZTu4sOzPaprzPJV4S1sMEqB7icF02E8ruhdVcEPq5J/s1600/2menu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1Fk7GZcnQZd1taPHf9UTI9VTOe5MnhAXSVFludVUWosC6eZ1sHAUPTZMGxzQ1q9CdRQCyOUhFf60vLCidcVPwqvBYFRnjmD1y4rZTu4sOzPaprzPJV4S1sMEqB7icF02E8ruhdVcEPq5J/s320/2menu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664636995843579954" border="0" /></a>One night, I went with her to Hobby Lobby. As she was collecting all of the necessary items to make these boards, I realized that it would be cheaper to buy an actual chalk board (not to mention it would save me from chalkboard paint fumes). So we bought one (using a 40% off coupon). She painted it and showed me where she wanted the words, and I got out the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cricut</span>.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69NDzFEEhwx1QN2xzZtvOKoNNiYsijH-dLdQ9q-6gxRRXZkdVsJnNC1gwtIdovMcB0OfCozJ8CdXwqK4JNr85XQXovq3j7QT3XO3TEmeICIfrpRt2n0upOZ1Zpilanz8w9A_p77mj9Zhl/s1600/3wreathpinterest.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi69NDzFEEhwx1QN2xzZtvOKoNNiYsijH-dLdQ9q-6gxRRXZkdVsJnNC1gwtIdovMcB0OfCozJ8CdXwqK4JNr85XQXovq3j7QT3XO3TEmeICIfrpRt2n0upOZ1Zpilanz8w9A_p77mj9Zhl/s320/3wreathpinterest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664636898308080146" border="0" /></a>Next, she found this Halloween <a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" href="http://pinterest.com/pin/198799734/">wreath</a> (also on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Pinterest</span>). She wanted us to make it, but I thought it needed a little more "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">umph</span>" to it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNLzkgGvhw9NBmSavktWpFJCQwEGqBw2Qsp3-WxYUaDTnLlcxX-9aL2jYV_S4Pe-pTZmdn7yc9CmolGaQF2hTDu25ZopnExEhDFS0X1sX33Agn2ALrVujbjrAvjukMhla3PVSUG3ffSja/s1600/3wreath.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNNLzkgGvhw9NBmSavktWpFJCQwEGqBw2Qsp3-WxYUaDTnLlcxX-9aL2jYV_S4Pe-pTZmdn7yc9CmolGaQF2hTDu25ZopnExEhDFS0X1sX33Agn2ALrVujbjrAvjukMhla3PVSUG3ffSja/s320/3wreath.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664636773400193890" border="0" /></a>So while I was at Hobby Lobby buying ribbon, I found the tulle on sale and made the wreath in the photo above for her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNocV3tN71O0x7l651t2Ly0_cfNM4srJO_OVwhoLB8lDdlpZfh3N0J7cPKIRlLy9mK3_JCHilXQzhATdJzuzx9Go_TpBE0yQwPWrRhPnBDkGeR7kX3Hrx0whO04lYSlnjOnQV5uHaVDIEB/s1600/4FHE.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNocV3tN71O0x7l651t2Ly0_cfNM4srJO_OVwhoLB8lDdlpZfh3N0J7cPKIRlLy9mK3_JCHilXQzhATdJzuzx9Go_TpBE0yQwPWrRhPnBDkGeR7kX3Hrx0whO04lYSlnjOnQV5uHaVDIEB/s320/4FHE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664636565444402450" border="0" /></a>End of September, first of October, it was time for "Wow Wednesday" a little craft night for the ladies in my church. I was in charge of finding another craft to add to our list. My friend, Suzi, had made me a Family Home Evening board a few years ago, and everyone admired it and wanted it. So I made a version of it, and gave the sample/prototype to Amber. (After I personalized it with her family photo)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqW6e7aujMWCi34QHb10NZWJXUL93TfICQqq7T1A2d8NjonYDVdsI_FfROM0fkfs5AAb9WpKKr937xWOYQxpEJU7JQ9EGBlLoYSqwGrNyEHASYLFRvNfpA5hThB81CpUszEAERwSXjMzT/s1600/5boo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzqW6e7aujMWCi34QHb10NZWJXUL93TfICQqq7T1A2d8NjonYDVdsI_FfROM0fkfs5AAb9WpKKr937xWOYQxpEJU7JQ9EGBlLoYSqwGrNyEHASYLFRvNfpA5hThB81CpUszEAERwSXjMzT/s320/5boo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664635463384096226" border="0" /></a>Amber wanted Halloween decorations in her home. I only decorate for Christmas. Amber found the <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/199024278/"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">ghost idea</span> </a>on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pinterest</span> (shocker) and made it with her kids. I got the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Cricut</span> Design Studio, and used it to make her a Boo/Spider sign. Didn't they turn out cute?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-e6-2aq77Rgz14Qxcn9_U3A993QhbDHlqK4GXRh1uFH4v7ZPSgrEJP_S3LGecbdcSODDqkBJ50kwt9NWSxE2N4KBqCEqsuPRP3O68MvaJIQHUSUsDECjIACeWiODSugecJokz1gLDTsK-/s1600/6keys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-e6-2aq77Rgz14Qxcn9_U3A993QhbDHlqK4GXRh1uFH4v7ZPSgrEJP_S3LGecbdcSODDqkBJ50kwt9NWSxE2N4KBqCEqsuPRP3O68MvaJIQHUSUsDECjIACeWiODSugecJokz1gLDTsK-/s320/6keys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664635358974833666" border="0" /></a>Then, last week, Amber said she needed a place to hang her keys. I had a plaque. I had hooks. AND, I had my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Cricut</span> (and some really neat transfer tape).<br /><br />Now what will we make next?Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-81848590512596686502010-10-07T14:01:00.000-07:002010-10-07T14:07:46.007-07:00An example of my strange sense of humor<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_N3aF3g-W0Lg3fSF5om10TeLNwC3At3rm0ZzVBZQj9YrJYyks7H7MfwAQRFoBNVvSNxFGvn_jCpAs3gaAt_wPirfOwy4aHHJ9abeXXgggjN_nOPUbPpulbNS_zeSbMRbMMM6xMOWC7Y_6/s1600/Photo_100710_001-766008.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_N3aF3g-W0Lg3fSF5om10TeLNwC3At3rm0ZzVBZQj9YrJYyks7H7MfwAQRFoBNVvSNxFGvn_jCpAs3gaAt_wPirfOwy4aHHJ9abeXXgggjN_nOPUbPpulbNS_zeSbMRbMMM6xMOWC7Y_6/s320/Photo_100710_001-766008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525413863194799682" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IYm1Hi-MV4Y7bIdnsn9o8lDg_k8qkZXCAFP0kerwrxXB8j-r5hXOs5a10UG9DWo1wCclelSbtvMG2EC-Wgrz1gME7UHcgRBaZC4QzoquhU_-4Y2I3-bGsxi2NxVVbWGnEpUCpKX-b9lW/s1600/Photo_100710_002-767766.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1IYm1Hi-MV4Y7bIdnsn9o8lDg_k8qkZXCAFP0kerwrxXB8j-r5hXOs5a10UG9DWo1wCclelSbtvMG2EC-Wgrz1gME7UHcgRBaZC4QzoquhU_-4Y2I3-bGsxi2NxVVbWGnEpUCpKX-b9lW/s320/Photo_100710_002-767766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525413874438897666" /></a></p>Last week I received my order of ceramic beads from Oriental Trading. In the box was a catalog of all of their "stuff". I love their small items for parties, but otherwise they are disposable.<p>Savannah took up the catalog and hunted through it the way we used to pour over the huge Sears catalogs. She found rubber duckies dressed as ninjas. She pointed them out to me & I told her I was not going to order ninja duckies.<p>Savannah then told me she did not want me to order the duckies. She was just planning her imaginary ninja ducky army. <p>Today, I was shopping for party favors for Libby's party. I didn't find ninja duckies, but I did find Halloween themed duckies & small plastic ninjas. So what did I do? I purchased them, brought them home, and then hid 6 duckies & 12 ninjas all around Savannah's room.<p>Whose ninja/ducky army is it now?Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-18382582550975817002010-06-25T14:28:00.000-07:002010-06-25T15:18:47.024-07:00R is for......Road trips and Refinishing.<br /><br /><br /><br />since the end of April, this is what my life has been full of.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">weekend of May 1st</span> - road trip to Cali to see my baby brother get married</div><div align="left"><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486836306474140962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJkYwGF0QzPkPYeg5Ehksi3dydfjyLinoLGfJ44p8AkZn6Bvzy1I8TW3eGZEftluogztEc1YZXjDEHShyphenhyphenmW7hx5RugltOCqqjgfZSf8o138LXzcMz7i_Yj2mx0r_RueC8uYEMHssyAa0S2/s320/RSCN0960.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">1st stop- Santa Monica beach (windy but fun) </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486833237200250962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibfD-_bWSQNwAUkneGOxEnKRG0lyFMAWzUNGfz2b2DUuOQU6XgIcT_PkFGakmiGmf7f6cVtgcNDc85w_RRViMsR6wYfgarc0sNOymomk4Q0cRM1nXF1iqoFpS61dt_7l-cnVCaRkte-vBu/s320/DSCN0996.JPG" border="0" />My baby brother Parker and his bride Teresa<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486833253457214754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji41U7_OZn4r1bCGSfVO_dpktjEsZt_vbtv2P_z_xzQfys-Qnt_fBI0OW129tjHzbYbikKJpqzm8gFjz-nS2u4KMRVVc2GPurkIE-9v2Dl3klLfP2hwppm7QhJPJ0mJQ8keoMEj82VjdBZ/s320/RSCN1026.JPG" border="0" />My older sister Serena, Me, and my younger sister Corianne </p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486836315195034274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ukCwKJXJc2HRr2tF6CUSBtkrCSK9PJOTUbS9twqBaPFqGGBeqVgKPekbTZbzjDkh4xyDgcBReH4Ne19xR8OaIoHWHHj1XW2TSH1NWipq9oLtJhdc0HfR8vBtAkIv7OsMaTD_HDCOY82l/s320/DSCN1075.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">The pier at Venice Beach<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><span style="font-size:180%;">weekend of May 15</span> - road trip to AZ to see my best friend get married<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486833231327334818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAbUCs7fHxECXbNVKxZpspfkTxXJPH2sZqvTWliBqdWtu8neeeuXIiy88wEcBqYl1CIeF7WApVu202Q9xOsoF-UNsSi-mmKpbLg6jvOH2QvnA4WKyd6Gkfhb2pwxoa7BlWJr966bVfFIBP/s320/ottoswedding.bmp" border="0" /> <p align="center">Kristen Otto Hall and the Malstroms<br /></p><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486837201509270786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReCjta3BQKoSTKym-OFp-sWRVdTM3PcenSRN89yQpuHKhHAACj_p3iUXp8VigcmLp-D7mecMdrK205aZ26aGnPf5oeBBUTzCZLpZkzBKUlhKczHEVL-Rt1GzYyII69dysPbSivMTOmTpK/s320/SAM_0248.JPG" border="0" /> Being the silly family that we are; we enjoy making dam jokes.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486836319849252754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lZOySn_Qic4fxPd5-3bPWg5BksfZTIVx_c7Yv_Ysu36LpufASSezbw_vMkuEqRnK7gJ-wWgngf_PWb5li8RZNrWLyKQo03bh9Kdjebk-jUN-9z0dTd6uHn_U1cdgO3TT3NfF5hwiFvG4/s320/azvacay.jpg" border="0" /> Stop over at Lake Powell for a rest from driving.<br /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Memorial Day weekend</span> - went to some garage sales and found this vanity for $20 and this mini-hutch for $10</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486830768552993954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio9xWMxmOvFMq_M310BLy6wa9VezjL7A6povy1hvkrYO39Tjd9_0RYcHhfwPpzVC3AbU2VWtX1raYEuhAYf9FMRz5xj6kkH2ZCGiFkFqL_7hfM2T9BZmKquHIJ4uI4bn8vTLL95UWu9U3u/s320/vanity.jpg" border="0" /> Savannah loves makeup (and the color red) so I thought a red vanity would be perfect.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486830759173928098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcVCTX_YQ_a_g4BvgtCXlta1zyncO8tbt_BxKi8VGlMtm5Fi6qfxYBDP3xoBPD3-q0E2vTviHgLf_bEv6KGyUbDr04XmTJa5XRMkQoUn1cCXNq3uqtzXgK_C3c0UCwEDAbHR8r_4PwwbN/s320/hutch.jpg" border="0" /> I never bought my girls a play kitchen, and since this looked like a kitchen to me (complete with dish rack) I decided to use it in the playroom.<br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">weekend of June 12th</span> - road trip to Mesquite to visit with family</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486835561552595234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0uQvya9mr9IhaW0olUO78Upsf50vrU1-t1BjDD0Iu7fnLNlW_-Bqb0WwEZeIbk_I6iL6A6feCxfb_-IfX5gNnb5eZE4FjqTgYHZ5d5HMs17yhaiYSsWhMxfRvC3NxINFHbWjRESIMYliM/s320/SAM_0604.JPG" border="0" />the Malstrom children chillin at the pool with Dad.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486835564390949170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSL82-lqumM3YzeE2XFTzALUgltJG3B0bHwIQpfChyphenhyphenv9gw3UM9mOkxbyVxtXPXe9K3Cl8UOdSaXLZcJrcwzPhuuE0Jlv5ZXw3yyogsJfkYo_RJaFUMC8UEfAJVKH9QEJhA16qg1Dp0ccX9/s320/SAM_0593.JPG" border="0" />The hotel pool even had a water slide.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">last weekend</span> - found this cabinet for $20 (it needed so much work that it took me 2 days)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486830756155898658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCSSnzGvhQ6uBQqrRZFElIdZPuayLnLvZnx6qK_P8S-Q-jJwDWh2c9RWTCbFcLyLO7_Ullh19CRTTekovNQYTO4bYJbSDxopQdf4bBlmSyjRB301v3SxMFSnKX0U4otCp9_Suu7I8lcg8/s320/cabinet.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /></div><p> </p><p>So, what have you been up to?</p>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-61955890379718782862010-04-20T07:42:00.001-07:002010-04-20T07:42:08.376-07:00The case of the missing Pop-tarts<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWx3Ay8H4U20e6o7UD8mm9g9kZWwyU0kh-7QKN6CcqSrrDt20FOUyDrTwViggchANI1BN1UzaJTxI1LXTfLTE7n_IfccC3OMXwejpsBfzgV01Eaujvih1NVjvDFCQK39OE7fOqZdXcfE3v/s1600/poptarts_small-728376.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWx3Ay8H4U20e6o7UD8mm9g9kZWwyU0kh-7QKN6CcqSrrDt20FOUyDrTwViggchANI1BN1UzaJTxI1LXTfLTE7n_IfccC3OMXwejpsBfzgV01Eaujvih1NVjvDFCQK39OE7fOqZdXcfE3v/s320/poptarts_small-728376.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462230006300419842" /></a></p>Warning: I'm about to show you the depth of my insanity.<p>So Saturday I went to the grocery store for something I had forgotten. As happens everyone once in awhile, a box of Pop-Tarts caught my eye & whispered, "I taste really yummy...you want me." And so I bought them, put them in a sack, brought them home, & plopped the sack on the counter.<p>Later that night Tyson's friend came over to watch a basketball game. When I'd had enough of trying to work my word puzzles in spite of the squeaking shoes, crowd jeers, & inane repetitive crap spewing forth from the TV; I headed upstairs.<p>On the way up, I glanced at the table & saw my Pop-Tarts. Open. With only 2 packages in it.<p>Anyone with small children will identify with my next thought: "Who opened (and ate) MY Pop-Tarts?" I told Tyson that one of HIS children had eaten my special treat. (They are always HIS children when they are bad -- even though I have vivid memories of each birth)<p>The next morning, I asked Ty to go get me a Pop-Tart (before the kids eat them all). He came back & told me I was hallucinating. Not only were the Pop-Tarts all there, & in the pantry; they were unopened!<p>So now I have 2 realities to choose from: either I hallucinated the whole thing, or a hobo must live in my basement, ate my Pop-Tarts, didn't want to get caught, so went to the store (it is open 24 hours) while we slept & bought more.<p>I have to say I was leaning toward the second one.<p>Then I had an idea! What if Tyson's friend had brought over an open box of Pop-Tarts (for who knows why) & took them with him when he left? I told Tyson my brilliant alternative & declared that I would text his friend & ask. Ty replied with, "He's gonna think you're a lunatic."<p>But I texted anyway, & his friend answered yes. I was redeemed! I was not crazy! I even related the whole funny story to a friend at church while Tyson stood behind her shaking his head.<p>After church, Tyson & my own 3 innocent children started laughing at me. It turns out that his friend had NOT brought over the Pop-Tarts....Tyson had just texted him asking him to play along. And my kids knew about it!<p>So now I'm not just hallucinating. I'm gullible....and hallucinating. Yay. Go team.Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-48806918400179413132010-04-07T10:59:00.000-07:002010-04-07T11:10:20.232-07:00Lately...Payton was "Joseph Barbera" in the Wax Museum. It was extremely hard to find the one biography on him and then I had to read it TO Payton because it was obviously written for adults. Payton was super happy though, because one teacher told him that in the 10 years the school had been doing the Wax Museum, he was the first one to pick Joseph Barbera.<br /><div> </div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457946163208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4L9O9KsutecXcNRJ3HPzbHQ3nNSxsiImJkbmaeOiTEBx4y44YagjAAj7wFey9J7-21bbCMVSG-A0fksXjMd70y2nZtTFASLJBwxhKxLkgsiGKorsb9ihJgMsUXUv7DC_ZhztQVW37m2TP/s320/DSCN0648.JPG" border="0" />Payton as Joseph Barbera</div><div align="center"><br /><div align="left">Easter was a lot of fun this year. Since it was on the same day as General Conference, I took the kids' Easter pics the Sunday before. Savannah was not too happy that morning, and has decided not to show her teeth. Payton and Libby were game for Mom's funny poses and laughing at all my tricks. I love pictures where they are making their actual happy faces (which are not the cutest, but I like them best)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457414616680690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvl_oEoVU_LMQT_l-6DXyawzFyVJTXqjb_HB4ZlQ_-XSwUY5liy5TjUVWComLtIyh9vDsOkWzDFK1V6OdwqRVEUlTeNnskbuTiVvKaJYU65R-HatfwCPPPSQSG1m7_vSfLF6WICCUE5IuB/s320/DSCN0612.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457427818266258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVl_FoFk2eAjLktPzT3-UNkVrYqvArVE3gYY927AP1ln4abD5qrsquePqiV8HWlPoYV-CI1C-KDpYUurKO7WAp1OsAuRwHrBStIFrYf548491xWoe7h5UTaOgD0jKeobxU4ISrexSkue5T/s320/DSCN0629.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457438179299426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwKLtkmGwwUHI8t3oeldkZMFYvVo4SsPQ2Ygp0SxigMVTQHWfOAiPru41Ppn5Zl3ggwhxj3P5ZUogXINpnD_JTEGnXsLXL11o8gwGrzIskqKYAzC2Jq23sbflkSCPRTQowjurE_dpb8whw/s320/DSCN0641.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The Saturday before Easter we were invited to a family Easter Egg Hunt by Tyson's aunt. It was a lot of fun, and my kids really enjoyed it. They haven't had a family egg hunt for 5 years, and we were so happy that we were invited.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457967469969058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrIxVPSqi0fSnZPHiJ1sViNi2YM6hulKGBXuNbxLqMd3kCI9WPOMCBBLfCK7y6qIoRWG4X7AelQ9TEO1QDR-6saZBvv6na3EFj1uMG-2q_HbF1Zb6MPsvsgjr5SJeiL6YCrMsUPNhc12V/s320/RSCN0686.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457457953420557458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfZijh3zddjpSx-D_vOTmHGarQBfi0QQoArUuXTuvFV3uf-xOPz4QPIwgUZGh8rYQ_vaiNvrbQUaizw0uUE3a42DMGLbyXQyxkfHWxAPjeNW6fQJZe9SgUfQTYzSLkwLSGddRNfmo73DEh/s320/DSCN0662.JPG" border="0" />Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-60271499401087064502010-03-22T12:17:00.000-07:002010-03-22T12:19:24.235-07:00Curses!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKqA-Op30esTVONRt6jPONftSk197CrvS74GoQ7K97sedcb9HNGPcH5Ns_eEMgv_nQR5z2NkWj_TWotShV-6I_i1YxXsE8CMX9uAeyCfegC8l4PdCb2Rxev6k9g3PbTneDx75kG6ssNkm/s1600-h/Photo_051809_015-764236.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEKqA-Op30esTVONRt6jPONftSk197CrvS74GoQ7K97sedcb9HNGPcH5Ns_eEMgv_nQR5z2NkWj_TWotShV-6I_i1YxXsE8CMX9uAeyCfegC8l4PdCb2Rxev6k9g3PbTneDx75kG6ssNkm/s320/Photo_051809_015-764236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451539987847742514" /></a></p>I know every family has their own set of issues, trials, problems what-have-you....but just for a second I'd like to complain. We feel cursed. Here's a short, interesting timeline:<p>August 1996--married (yay!)<br>April 1998--kid #1 (yay!)<br>August 1998--Jasmine's father diagnosed with terminal cancer<br>February 1999--Jasmine's father dies<br>August 2000-- Second kid born (yay!)<br>March 01?--Tyson's mom diagnosed with Hepatitis C<br>July 2001--Jasmine's mother killed in a single-car accident along with 2 others<br>September 2003--3rd kid born (yay!!)<br>May 2004--move.<br>May 2004--Tyson's Mom diagnosed with cancer<br>September 2005--Tyson's Mom dies<br>--here we notice an alarming trend of parents dying after we have kids. Jasmine decides no more kids--<br>early 2006---slight mental breakdown<br>September 2007--Tyson's maternal grandmother dies.<br>January 2009 -- Jasmine's maternal grandmother dies<br>February 2010-- Tyson's maternal grandfather dies.<p>Now here we think that because we have no more parents or grandparents, we should be death-free for a little while at least.<p>Nope.<br>March 2010--Tyson's uncle dies. <br>This sucks.Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-19180553349477965112010-03-11T21:20:00.000-08:002010-03-11T21:22:12.675-08:00so Cool...Just found the most awesome widget EVER>>><br /><br />Let me know if you want to add it to your blog instead of my button and I will send you the code. I'm sure there are tools like this all over the internet, but as I never spend time enough on the computer to look for them...I was WAY excited to find this one. :)Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-60032081582143168522010-03-05T10:27:00.000-08:002010-03-05T10:29:37.645-08:00Things that I know for sure Libby loves me more than...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9jL72Fvj9Lvat-96D5HWQtD92cHE3sYplrVgpOqMaLtB3opq9F0YYtclKYUTESsZt4wWgyvROW-28Ja9kT40YUyd2lwOA7SDsATTbYg1oWiGKK69w1d8Fz4-OumQCQC1KoHTi9Aig2zr/s1600-h/Photo_012410_001-777646.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI9jL72Fvj9Lvat-96D5HWQtD92cHE3sYplrVgpOqMaLtB3opq9F0YYtclKYUTESsZt4wWgyvROW-28Ja9kT40YUyd2lwOA7SDsATTbYg1oWiGKK69w1d8Fz4-OumQCQC1KoHTi9Aig2zr/s320/Photo_012410_001-777646.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445218711907280546" /></a></p>1. "A cheese sandwich"<p>2. "Purple"<p>and...<br>3. "the smell of fishsticks"<p>I'm really feeling the love. ;)Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-55713276350013817452010-02-02T09:37:00.000-08:002010-02-02T09:38:19.164-08:00A new favoriteI heard this quote in a talk on Sunday & I love it:<p>"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond imagination. It is our light more than our darkness which scares us. We ask ourselves who are we to be brilliant, beautiful, talented, and fabulous. But honestly, who are you to not be so?<p>You are a child of God, small games do not work in this world. For those around us to feel peace, it is not example to make ourselves small. We were born to express the glory of God that lives in us. It is not in some of us, it is in all of us. While we allow our light to shine, we unconsciously give permission for others to do the same. When we liberate ourselves from our own fears, simply our presence may liberate others."<p>- Marianne Williamson in Return to Love: Reflections on a Course in MiraclesJazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-23984120725449809822010-01-30T13:38:00.000-08:002010-01-30T13:45:52.829-08:00In a giveawayI found the cutest capes through Tyson's cousin's blog. (you may have seen the button on my sidebar), and the cute girl that runs the blog/shop was just finishing a giveaway. She had mentioned that she wanted to do another one, so I asked if I could be involved.<br /><br />And so, I am part of a giveaway that is truly great!! She has posted 6 different giveaways for everyday (mine started Thursday), and you get up to four entries in each.<br /><br /><div align="center">My giveaway is for one free set of jewelry (does NOT have to match) </div><div align="center">that means:</div><div align="center">One bracelet</div><div align="center">One necklace</div><div align="center">and One pair of earrings</div><div align="center">of the winner's choice</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="http://thedressupdrawer.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-jia-girls-best-friend-jasmine-over-at.html">http://thedressupdrawer.blogspot.com/2010/01/4-jia-girls-best-friend-jasmine-over-at.html</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">So be sure to hop on over and check it out....enter for mine and any other's you see that might catch your eye....but hurry....Monday's giveaways are probably closed, and mine closed February 2nd at midnight!!</div>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-71398833804806294062010-01-23T18:19:00.000-08:002010-01-23T18:47:36.210-08:00Starving ArtistsSavannah wants to be a makeup artist (and author): <div><br /><div><div><div><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430130247264611922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwwOzI12dJyn9YeuDbdQqCQ5lTV6FloBLeOGS_EMJgbBWwIrqjvid00xdG9ZR3jq0Tblgp0cJQuzBBsNKgNLrnzCXErwnePD_4sCBCP2TIY-Vkj9UsZvc-nTlroilB9BECTALXxGy4Ey8A/s320/DSCN4239.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430130256918671522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvg9aWgRT_JPpfplzVza-u-2aCCFTeLLfSRvgPOxEcs7Kdhj8g0rDBkaxsuwRgunuRPrn8bsgJ7wzHikkqkLr0nDaPN_igRBEN3d_CS7Ajq0laNMH7gMYbH1gdJsmtI7MeoSCfCEuQXAv8/s320/DSCN4264.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Payton wants to be a comic book author/illustrator</div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430130630265517650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtm45AGJONWVti69dd49cVl0l9JekWYojSzBS1UhqDhWH3aBcReEYRWx7AoXrtkpuPbphYMFTnJ0IZ4KtlFgwLMdG7QrS_wpdzSkIjUoss-6j3b-6IFAbVJvL4SUiwyzTQktdCSSSA-7fB/s320/DSCN4301.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430131150783175842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHdknNE7RbcnrT-IoB5U4bneNxonTB2Uld2bDGFxqM1cvMR16MPCryQItrOnsi1Rpx8kqvaSuwygBSPJAsz1SHg7XfetxirKYHRzd4bqC1kZ99bwPUPzRe1baRsY0aVEQlkCLhH-OXvUYu/s320/DSCN4305.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>And Libby?....she wants to be a rockstar.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430131406695242978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSOYgGQ7EFSEYuEErSKx4hxvCXGLyn2rbk_fpk4ew06OANuFKtUxDuluHjekI88Uro7HpGh7xN0sd4telQw8TyB1PqkD0u5EQs2pa3c0rk934rp4hqvBHVLWAqhkT-CgAaIJWpV6I9nS09/s320/RSCN4266.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-9553897068829400892009-12-21T20:06:00.000-08:002009-12-21T20:09:09.894-08:00Savannah's newest PoemThe 6th graders have been learning about different forms of poetry. Their last assignment was their choice. So here's what Savannah wrote:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Someone's coming through the chimney</strong></span><br /><br /><br />One night, December 24th to be exact<br />My brother and I were dreaming of someone fat,<br />We heard a thump so we raced down the stairs,<br />Then we hid behind some chairs.<br />Then we got ready to pounce.<br />We were going to catch Santa, who would flail and flounce.<br />We heard a stomp and then a sneeze,<br />My brother and I were very pleased.<br />We leaped and with a ferocious cry,<br />We caught Santa, my brother and I.<br />We lifted the net to take a peek,<br />But it was just our dad, so now we're grounded for a week.<br /><br /><br />Ha ha....tell that one to your kids on Christmas Eve. :)Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-24401289366463130862009-12-14T21:26:00.000-08:002009-12-14T22:07:51.393-08:00We love us some Christmas Lights!!Just as I was cursing my camera for taking pitiful pics, we went to Temple Square for FHE and got some pretty decent shots of some VERY COOL lights!<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415336692178709154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdu6MVHdM4mWp_SxziFXqaSN4DY7rqNHPioMZMB2Os3HTmf6glGDQP4_0gc_LlEwG3NrJTdJcFpZIqZIMNg5DmgJsM96eAdaI3tj8wiH2-7iXn8wB5SatXHvGE-rwfykNCWRL9eyz7rmnp/s320/DSCN4093.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415337844332261954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLtVW4pZT0H1wtJJ4J_h2NVA23my1yO__Ti0ugg71Dt4YgsYhSOrPSbJsqZDh_qtjQ_cx0sXzsoBlomWZQqyDw7qNg1mAw3cee1paMrlj7vOUIKVE-7dY70mOr6P3wmJJ8SamZvQteRHZy/s320/DSCN4103.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415337218193886818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZ6Cg2NP6GhuD-rkx6Cy-63OJ26HikAygH8dCaWNR96ZmZmALu195-ProSjcwPFoLOzl3v5zelIqNSHJgUqlskvkaBVYUWEnswNy_owLhTDw2mC4p5lv_6a2uVyAkSPrTyf8sY1bech3m/s320/DSCN4119.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415338368579617170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiek1Krxkw9tWvFbkc2Ful8Ppp50_gnqNqlv7iLZs2p1TuinRGdUHIHh8DpX31K494rqzDFyupt1EBXfESS2qyOui0GhTmYYT1A2qQbuHYBOgGmshS9xOSJATnVkhf93rs6XE4V1JOgeBEA/s320/DSCN4092.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415340381975117282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-8tPLp4D4V5gx13RuD-tBOKoKiQs0xFRxlNIwpTfDVcIWnX9938K4agJtQzHa9skHU972AgnnFxpQusKpZ8wuMr00mRIncpVGYmh4GwTQO6P7KiCnqjKvFoFXNLKMtvRJgwfkVKnCmr3I/s320/sav1.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUucusyLYrXHcxsaGesE9kQNBbjTLJLYS_imDyhBp593yYSwBo_2M0OyXgZ6sCJi5WT9yVLXuzfvp_doUThXGmOgcB7lTEHtW69E1DMXdYhab8LDhz0HlealTpMxUJEqQp1VxMbNt-hMY5/s1600-h/pay1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415339950424366546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUucusyLYrXHcxsaGesE9kQNBbjTLJLYS_imDyhBp593yYSwBo_2M0OyXgZ6sCJi5WT9yVLXuzfvp_doUThXGmOgcB7lTEHtW69E1DMXdYhab8LDhz0HlealTpMxUJEqQp1VxMbNt-hMY5/s320/pay1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6UFqfx3-XleZP6B9BRr4IhPANZ53IPtbSLuZeRY1I8PmxTufcQLSUseqRVSwqLkGQuJDlJY6V9krPgMb_n9ifELTD-nCaQDp_yVqvyELYcF6DXzZE01N4VsoNOaf0xPj1psa_gpd_W2D/s1600-h/lib1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415339719330370898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf6UFqfx3-XleZP6B9BRr4IhPANZ53IPtbSLuZeRY1I8PmxTufcQLSUseqRVSwqLkGQuJDlJY6V9krPgMb_n9ifELTD-nCaQDp_yVqvyELYcF6DXzZE01N4VsoNOaf0xPj1psa_gpd_W2D/s320/lib1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-33532867237677081862009-11-19T19:46:00.000-08:002009-11-19T19:54:08.109-08:00Savannah the AuthorSavannah had to write some poetry for school, and I really love her style. She has always written the cutest, funniest, and most creative stories. She wants to be an author. Her 6th grade teacher says he even looks forward to reading her IRL (Independent Reading Logs) every week.....anyway....<br /><br />Here are her 3 examples of "clerihews":<br /><br />There once was a girl named Winifred.<br />Her favorite color was <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">red</span></strong>.<br />Once she slipped on a spill of glue.<br />Now she can't remember....was her favorite color <strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">blue</span></strong>?<br /><br />Come meet George.<br />Once he fell in a gorge.<br />He will tell you why he fell,<br />But it's a lie, a real Tall Tale.<br /><br />There once was a guy named Victor.<br />He had a naughty sister.<br />Once he had to babysit.<br />Every once in awhile he spanked her a bit.<br /><br />and here is her first narrative she wrote for 6th grade:<br /><br /><em>I am petrified of water. As I walked to the cart, I regretted even agreeing to go. Of course, I can't say no to a nice offer from someone, so naturally, I had to go. Some of the people walked by us dry. I was going to miss being dry.</em><br /><br /><em>The people who run Disney Land rides take pictures of people screaming their lungs out, I did not know that, seeing as this was my first time at Disney Land. My dad and my aunt knew about it. Anytime we heard clicking noises, my Aunt Corianne would make a “rock on” sign with her fingers and my dad would pretend he was scared. I was sitting right next to my dad, wondering why he was doing that.</em><br /><br /><em>The ride was quite slow, so it was more suspenseful. The cheesy animals were nodding and singing. I felt like barfing. Then I saw the vultures grinning like evil villains. Only being seven, I thought they were there to feast on innocent girls. My dad kept pointing them out for me. I laughed very convincingly, tricking my dad to think I wasn't nervous. (I'm quite good at tricking people.) As the vultures cackled wickedly and the cutesie chipmunks sang, I wished there were slingshots for sale. </em><br /><br /><em>Then, my eyes saw it, my ears heard it, and I started to shake uncontrollably. We were about to go down the fall.</em><br /><br /><em>I closed my eyes, waiting to be taken away by a dark, icy, cold portal... But wait, we had ended our ride! I wasn't even wet! I was so glad, I even laughed at how dumb it was to be so scared. I think Splash Mountain was a great step to overcome my fear of water.</em>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-65822580675301078452009-11-13T07:57:00.000-08:002009-11-13T08:11:48.976-08:00Letting you in on the joke<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMyMvpLe1G7efztlLuOlz9e71mHwi9iVfXG_otjKBfj5PM_KB2_bZGQCCDmU7bDL6wYNDJ0NOsmIAEMvAJK9p1equKOCs1WRnb0SUIIpQt0ZrEromJchATpv8KSpqo4qzV30cs4nQMZM0/s1600-h/shakes.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403621579725659874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMyMvpLe1G7efztlLuOlz9e71mHwi9iVfXG_otjKBfj5PM_KB2_bZGQCCDmU7bDL6wYNDJ0NOsmIAEMvAJK9p1equKOCs1WRnb0SUIIpQt0ZrEromJchATpv8KSpqo4qzV30cs4nQMZM0/s320/shakes.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A few weeks ago, I was traveling back home from a JoAnn fabric store when I realized that it was 4pm and I hadn't eaten anything that day.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I decided to treat myself with a Country Chicken combo from Arctic Circle. I ordered, pulled around, paid the gal at the window and received my drink. Then the gal at the window walked away. I thought she might ask me to pull up and wait (which I have started a movement against!!), but she never did come back to the window.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Instead, a few minutes later, a rather enthusiastic man handed my bag out of the window with a huge grin and said, "Country Combo!!!" with the tone one might use when wishing someone "Merry Christmas!" or "Happy Birthday!!". Then he says, "Got your drink???" in the same tone. I assured him that I had my drink and drove away.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>As soon as I could get my window rolled up, the kids and I started giggling!! Seriously, there is no way to describe in words the happiness of this fast food worker, or the silliness that it inspired.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All the way home, the kids and I tried to recreate the moment. "Country Combo!!! Got your drink?" And every so often it just comes out in our every day conversations. "How was school. Did you turn in your papers? Country Combo!!!! Got your drink???" I even dared Savannah to say it instead of "Trick or Treat". She was going with a bunch of friends so I didn't think anyone would notice if one kid was saying "Country Combo!!" while the others were saying "Trick or Treat!!" As happens with most inside jokes, this has now evolved to include a kind of growly voice.....it was not said that way, but it is funny that way.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So anytime you're feeling down, remember this gentleman who was so happy to fulfill the duties of his job and proudly proclaim to yourself, "Country Combo!!" and don't forget to ask: "Got your drink???"</div>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-15383364302623467642009-10-26T12:53:00.000-07:002009-10-26T13:37:23.176-07:00So I see I'm not the only one.....<div><div><div><div><div>Who had so much to do that it put my brain in a no-time-for-blog-fog!!<br /></div><div>Just in case you were wondering (and I know you are because our life is <em>sooooo Exciting</em>!! btw...this is what Stacy would call "sarcastic font") Here's some of what we've been doing:</div><br /><div></div><div>September: On Libby's birthday, I decided to become a fantastic photographer, and take Jill O's advice, and make a light box. It turned out ok, but then I had to become knowledgeable in fixing pictures after an upload (am loving pixlr) I needed to take pics of the bows I had made (and haven't made many since...must have been a "phase"), so I asked my darling 6 year old to climb into the box....I know, I know...Mom of the Year.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397004374128188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGHSuSWzVyqkokTcDyfGOB8scqsBQixxk309k6bmnbw0kTs4qgyLY3y3t2Lz2ysWRJ_eis8hn3-BS-swXJ7M-UL4XuwI8X7F72Gq-mApLpN-nh9UwQ22weszjg_lFrAw6GeJ_r-E1p0KWa/s320/DSCN2957.JPG" border="0" /> <div>So we decided to call it the "birthday box". I can just imagine the conversations that arose in her Kindergarten class: <em>"Mom put me in a box on my birthday, and shined hot lights on me, and took a picture of my hair."</em></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397004380772606306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHgYVyI5N5kqqXP00v_K2Gtz8cKpelPDRkTAFr471O1Gf8oHjaGtWwJu8syEnQYrGXHs-IjbSkUhI9hsj2upb0jKDzzG03eMJn3pLKtlHMkMnj68GXIzXqrox3iMLaamZNdmG8r6R6EnnU/s320/DSCN3069.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>October: I agreed to make "kits" for a lady in Idaho for her to teach others how to make watch bands for a Super Saturday. This is yet another glimpse into the "what was I thinking?" part of my brain. I ended up making 37 kits, and then decided that I'm putting a blog post on how to make watch bands on my <em>(yet another)</em> blog. If you have been really wondering what I've been complaining about when I mention the watch bands, feel free to try it on your own:</div><br /><div><a href="http://jiagirlsbestfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-craze.html">http://jiagirlsbestfriend.blogspot.com/2009/10/watch-craze.html</a></div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397004380589780610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvDeReZvfPR-mBpdE264tvZpHOAt1Iwyh_XdxV0leMC9MoRyJwLMvhQ3C1IPU9uiDEQ6t0VqMe0H4wNKdY7jHl2FfnGUVZ05_CzBQGtcvBNv7W-rBAnHrPWkevO-CEM37-hoi-3sl1NuB/s320/RSCN3555.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I also decided this year that I'm not buying Halloween costumes. This will be year 2 of this movement in the Malstrom home. Born out of the fact that if you are a procrastinator (Present!) you can't really find any good costumes and most are cheap pieces of......fabric. So this year:</div><br /><em>forgive the fuzzy photos.....these were "oops I meant to take pictures before we left the house since I probably won't dress you up this good on Halloween" taken with my phone photos<br /></em><div></div><br /><div><strong>Savannah</strong> will be going as "the dark princess of awesome" ....a moniker that she gave herself a few years back. A neighbor loaned us a black and red goth looking dress, and since she made up the title, it can really look however we want. </div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009351796368402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdeLdWWPcvbcps2ySA77IBUm8jDqtJrTse_d_MsmdPclMJ_dZDzQhZVJVHYLylAroOR1tHvk-7zai6Py9-N1qFd5CfrsgRqN9DXuA_Kh4y2J-Mv6g-h_FwJa5guDmPzasa-CeFRevWdblM/s320/Photo_102409_001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><strong>Libby</strong> is wearing a Belle costume of Savannah's (pinned up b/c she's really not tall enough for it). While getting ready for the ward Harvest Party, I noticed it was quite filthy from being in the dress up rotation for a few years, so I did what any good mom would do: I got a few wipes and wiped it down really good.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009357315176930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjNOtYgfz9rbzT4l95RldrQ0Q88zD8QeQwVC5wGz6gW9eqaLZV-NcHuf7t5TD4Gej27pkq3UcEPUovwZ8oL2vDBuJGJzSp1SJseCvUSELK2KuBeWIx75EfryIZ0VIr1lYyPyGEd8Y0di5/s320/Photo_102409_003.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div><strong>Payton</strong> is going as Shaggy (big surprise). We had a green shirt, brown pants, and eyeliner to give him a goatee. We even have a stuffed Scooby for him to carry around. <em>Now</em>, the fact that he needs a haircut is not neglect on my part.....it's part of a Halloween costume. :)</div></div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397009359187502322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtZHBpGDHlJucu5aoGZJYZohNVUZqODwxS9J4F52ThM8tMdlnQZkQL2EJZsIu2YKj8MToR3EpOFsX8FLMsSlqx3YijnuF1KhXsVVOm6tlhW1khlQWv_HKaqBxGcMBDfeUH0nnDfgrdn02i/s320/Photo_102409_002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Oh, and I forgot: I also came up with a schedule that ALMOST worked during off-track time....and it would've worked too if it weren't for those meddling kids (obligatory Scooby-Doo reference)<br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-51974220692292416182009-10-09T20:55:00.000-07:002009-10-09T21:03:34.124-07:00Funny thing....So I know I haven't really been updating lately, just working on promoting my online business (which believe it or not is a FULL TIME job)...but I had something funny happen at the boutique tonight.<br /><br />These two girls paused in the doorway, and I looked up and noted that they looked awfully similar. By the time they made their way over to my table, I just had to ask: Are you two just sisters? or TWINS?<br /><br />They were twins and very stylish and cute. I started talking to them about this and that. I started a discussion about watch bands to the one nearest me while her sister looked at earrings.<br /><br />Then she started looking at necklaces. She picked one up and held it to her neck, and her sister said, "Do you want me to show you what it looks like?" Since she was standing right by the little mirror on my table, I fully expected her to pick it up and turn it toward her twin. But then the one nearest me handed over the necklace to her sister who then put it up to her neck.<br /><br />I don't know why but I thought it was the funniest thing EVER!! They said they often go shopping together and can get twice the shopping done because they take turns trying on the outfits. After they left, the homeowner said that the funny thing is that they are not "Identical" but "Mirror Image" twins....so looking at each other is EXACTLY like looking in a mirror.Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-82621357567105059802009-09-27T18:39:00.001-07:002009-09-27T18:43:36.675-07:00Calling all my Blogging FriendsYoo-hoo...<br /><br />I just added a button to my blog, and I figured out how to add a "grab my button" feature. >>>>>>>><br /> Don't worry, I haven't mastered code. I just know how to cut and paste really well. (told you I'm a rigger).<br /><br />If you want to, <em>(read as "pretty, pretty please")</em> you can copy the code from the "grab my button" box, then add it to an HTML code gadget and then my button can be on your page too.<br /><br />And now for the bribe....I can help you make your own button if you want. It's not too complicated, I just need a small pic and a url to link it to.<br /><br />Thanks in advance!!!Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-87648015923252935982009-09-25T07:51:00.000-07:002009-09-25T07:55:55.530-07:00I've been featured!!This week has been great for my ego. I was picked by MyFreshPicks.<br /><a href="http://freshpickedshopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpxtwo.html">http://freshpickedshopping.blogspot.com/2009/08/httpxtwo.html</a><br /><br /><br />And now I'm the first featured seller on JayKayKnits blog!<br /><a href="http://jaykayknits.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-feature-jasmine-malstrom.html">http://jaykayknits.blogspot.com/2009/09/friday-feature-jasmine-malstrom.html</a><br /><br />Hurray for fellow bloggers!!!Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-77081618237083184142009-09-16T08:36:00.000-07:002009-09-16T08:58:42.444-07:00The Great EscapeThis is contest entry for those crazy folks at <a href="http://www.todaysmama.com/index.php">TodaysMama</a> and <a href="http://bit.ly/FWcud">Cricut</a>. Be sure to check out Cricut's cool new cartridges and the chance at $30,000 in travel for you and your friends at the <a href="http://bit.ly/FWcud">Great Gypsy Escape site</a>! <a href="http://bit.ly/FWcud">http://bit.ly/FWcud</a><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Great Escape Meme</span></strong></div><strong></strong><br /><strong>1. If you could escape to anywhere in the world where would it be?</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Hawaii</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>2. What song do you play when you are by yourself in the car?</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I don't have a CD player or an Ipod, so I just listen to the radio...but I love cheesy '80s music!!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>3. If you had a night to yourself, and money was no object, what would you do?</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Probably one of those all-night crops</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>4. What is your guilty pleasure?</strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Jane Austen adaptation movies (and BBC movies in general)</span></strong><br /><br /><strong>5. What is the farthest place you have traveled away from your home?</strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Niagara Falls (on the Canadian side)</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>6. Last book that you couldn't put down? </strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I read a lot, and usually "cosy"s (amateur sleuth series). I don't ever put a book down because I HAVE to finish. I really don't remember most of the titles, but I did enjoy some books by Mary Kay Anderson (guess I remembered her name because of the cosmetic company). Other than that, I'd have to say "Persuasion" by Jane Austen</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>7. When you want to escape into another time, what movie do you watch? </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Pride and Prejudice ('95 or '05 version depending on how much time I have)</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong>8. What is your favorite local escape? </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">Going to a movie at the District.</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>9. How do you escape on a budget? </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">We stayed in a hotel in Sandy once. We were getting our floors refinished and couldn't stay in our house. It was super fun. We acted like tourists, and pretended it was a "real" vacation.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong>Best food you've ever had while on vacation. </strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;">I used to hate Chinese food, but became a HUGE fan of Orange Chicken after eating at a Chinese restaurant just down from Disney Land.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#33cc00;"></span></strong><br /><em><span style="color:#006600;">I just realized that this post makes me appear extremely dull-- (which I'm anything but). I have simple escape routes because I have enough diversity in my regular life. I love to put on P&P just for background sometimes as I make jewelry or cards. My sister introduced me to anime...specifically "Howl's Moving Castle" which is fun just to put on whenever. I don't have too much time for reading lately, but I do enjoy going to the library and checking out the "Reader's Choice" lists. My favorite escape is probably organizing for other people. I get to chat to some of my friends while sorting something to keep my hands and brain occupied, and I get to help them out (and not be there when their kids mess it back up). I enjoy regularity and patterns (must be an OCD thing), so I guess that's why some of my answers repeat (and reveal absolutely no new insight).</span></em>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-51142829583151797742009-09-08T17:33:00.000-07:002009-09-08T17:59:06.647-07:00How to Have a Super Fabulous Vacation#1 have some fabulous friends with a monstrous vacation home at their disposal.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> 1a say yes when they invite you to stay.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379260301574276834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidHkpKyUNmp70z4auasK7tKMuN7a1cIFLT5uiOOJdbpgCh0e-ZdS-2zKtUOtLgKHHLa4OH9oNSVxBqNc7y7vqL1H085JfzOjW-Rmp8NzvSyL0HJ4PFnO9-cgy2nqtXpAO6vva7inveKz7O/s320/sg.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379264913562744802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpMRTWclMz0lWHy7SSKTGBQB6ng4vAxRLskiVsjG8BomVjkkSsSFWgKCSbpomL-tIFeZJg4XWP7z0taHNTncsikOJnYfpH6OOiOpNySrR114sRJhmepODqGRPmHihADSLyoaQD8jGbOoJT/s320/sg34.JPG" border="0" /> <div>#2 Take advantage of the fabulous friends' pool!!<br /></div><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379260311847359426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJLgpqVNct3XsPqiCrSMneTz5uVO2k08HKEWmt5tqCk1LZ86RzsXmnW14YgRBpdJOaVkDbF6OFDK8k6mHpvgIuLetWsRBEEVTtRa4dUDPXk7Yzz_HH72M98aZkreRpYTOHjdCZ0phpzihc/s320/sg06.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379260900568668290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBYxK2rC_LVJL2147_U6sGCQ3txvyF9t-AXu0SzWKzhz3_dMCUx_w4ejtL7jix8onoR72DcXg6eujGAc1DN0ZVzqzJyiyT4hrDed2LDGPj1RD5xKIb0wB2bbU0e2AMsweLBrRaKi0eFhAg/s320/sg11.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379264906269083874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfMHdLZk_eu8alZPhIiXsZQ6_n5HvRsVi77bQAsi5m2AS1Ng2N3hOepMJCWWgNoReK7hINT49UEz9zRaPeH3WpYK_RY9teb-sPYNDQp_i6rBDMB0g-566WlJzPGz3F3czPJ10tZeSublpv/s320/sg03.JPG" border="0" /> <div>#3 Rock Band.</div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262672957786674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55agKQDR0AGtcNrpBdNyD3JrXncc5hSlWYmvCegtV3fBemdb2EqO5ec6kHPqlmhtf7LbsX-VM_CgCOLA_gGNEKiZmD4G6D7iBrJbZOBkafnCTymvctvOKHnqFmptUeLXqeDuLZnXlUrSV/s320/2sg42.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262662969126274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAKoq83amvB-Wk8IbIfEk-oJIHuW1HfDL6Zn2ladmmABKHkmbOYZOZPczwNacpWinkppce88FgzlYri9CU3V8q8zJChyphenhyphenGBbkyfFiP5U00vEWz43BgiDnclPpjYFclBMAxTWq31cVnKzC3/s320/2sg41.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>#4 Go to a play with your friends</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379261351673718066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiV29CvqQdCIHoP1iOYPFdhSzgJKClKv9-MsniUDLE-ZNW6HorgQQI9Dv6Z7leGY0MHviprNhBFSTPVn9fTGDMzYwQCiDfmjWoSxZutUqvtKvDvv3tL32vUH1FIZVOJiAdJxwOBXiSfsU5/s320/sg66.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379261359325220866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbOde9SHd1418d3sHXqggwm0cfvtPQRUeL_TlxflYks4_U8UfOZHKVoedR_coYmcK677lZw9_9ofAIG3EK5R6SB13KadneSHM4v7-IzP9ICq6IH3zHzcD-emCgs4DANSBgf5IjleJid5L/s320/2sg33.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>#5 Play with your own shadow</div><div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262320988953634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLJUV4tK-8Gydd89xTYMZw8a8DoxYWjg9wzvkriTzTtXmLpm4ZQOugIIUky_4wkdj6F7L7W6RwvtqExbYwZBhbjUMw5nkfjf5BgiJm_CA-zNTV2k2ASIg9eamVw3Kgjn1pTqRwUMH-bP7z/s320/sg30.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379261340568943986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9OHCRh2GW3fgZrk65PITp3dW6gpSRFCL9YktQbTOjEwhsTDkz3jLps_BC6-5XIa_Pkb28TXJuePtIkPAbk7i4w3gQLuUm39IbOPozKUHl5_RfDOSeuTa7htFogPt3OaoWA9biPv06Neen/s320/sg32.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379260907299621122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeElfTdaAfa0nXkhQN7RsWCKxBFT5LS5o6ZDexDboEjUAlw_uNlAYARAyWVCjZtJ19uyuJyAdhOBTPpVM4_aXbhWVWTCon4yPGjNxv9ME9eNuAfhiPcS0Jj17i_ySjElxGb3cvnKFdEjd/s320/sg28.JPG" border="0" /> <div>#6 QUELF!!</div><div><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262675806506290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-A9Y7SEoN4gk9-j6hrFdnXpnt_rR0jCcb84_KHk8SlY5ofhlu0wW-1PYz0aBeMbaKiUNH0RpfOAXhw5kFQJOBm3hHbPhwSqgsUoo8KmEYPsDOMvKw7tNC6ednMxUERVMR1Wnj4GyOXTHu/s320/2sg15.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262334753312290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv6OTqcTBD1Pr1xAGNgkL1wN7EiJr31PuEg62z21XM9fcPeWRgV6yxST33G17X6D20Eb_wNVZXrThaaDrrRcRijxohMHtUKjHD9mAj-t2xH2ai8CvhDRYS3DnUCDgkJ1rAwpLOxiI4z0xH/s320/sg48.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379262327184344242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Afy00LT_DHdUc1wb9bWEdlN2ssPuboIYubUJPUWPr-oWZflHw5-7nVfXVdgPxHbDE2l3LQtRE_rsAfQHqfs6KsvpjOPsZf6ekkAiYCKimHDqgKFJdHli9N2KP4P8eI-seUCiBI13NK4Y/s320/sg44.JPG" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379264924346568242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsv9cMjztaXjx7qDkoobWMgerzvg2M4gH43YaxosnKtL2dsTyj_W_4-NcRGbxqHLbwwLduZVWOSw9q8PCzQFFgjH3S6XUy2TrFdA2fTqbSdRMfz5sdNM30mG2vTGfmBTsRcMyhtJfqWe2W/s320/sg46.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379264899939493186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaxcMRcCeas9pNbDmsQoEVrneFl0EYAbV11zTRQiVT9B_3TV_Pl7fbGqw0-vol4sL3xExyhkeGhxgkMXSpmj7yMHyU7lh5m9IhMKOv8-JwIFdbE9hDRTq0PdThgaOqDPb2s7Lna6eIFvT/s320/2sg16.jpg" border="0" />Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-83528424702467311182009-09-01T13:10:00.000-07:002009-09-01T13:13:05.704-07:00I have a headache & I don't care.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbkSItU7AVFIgpUaBWW-J3rCMRstUBIJkvViRumaFqYnBoO6xhkUbC8nASplaCDbl9rJosrDGdeR8Sm92JC6zLRk9zhCa5Pmzxp2jDGW_hyCVzgaFQ5Lnn_HDJxxRVxGvK6QqwFgcmBhr/s1600-h/Photo_090109_002-785705.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbkSItU7AVFIgpUaBWW-J3rCMRstUBIJkvViRumaFqYnBoO6xhkUbC8nASplaCDbl9rJosrDGdeR8Sm92JC6zLRk9zhCa5Pmzxp2jDGW_hyCVzgaFQ5Lnn_HDJxxRVxGvK6QqwFgcmBhr/s320/Photo_090109_002-785705.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594619411586658" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTN7gvZShzW883LrkXAwh8H8jn8kUvdy5c1jIm828-Uy6T9I_ieebgc6-Avm2INt3vB31PtTkJopqK4k_eaNmdVRYB7PFolfxYFpCSfqx3z2i3rl6A067-zTnXVoRo5TIT14QDQgs1Crvg/s1600-h/Photo_090109_005-788139.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTN7gvZShzW883LrkXAwh8H8jn8kUvdy5c1jIm828-Uy6T9I_ieebgc6-Avm2INt3vB31PtTkJopqK4k_eaNmdVRYB7PFolfxYFpCSfqx3z2i3rl6A067-zTnXVoRo5TIT14QDQgs1Crvg/s320/Photo_090109_005-788139.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376594629202425266" /></a></p>Take that, Mr. Migraine!!!Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-776020178242099071.post-37476274031191862822009-08-21T13:35:00.000-07:002009-08-21T13:54:33.385-07:00The ordeal<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrpkbNv56ucPuBDiZw6KPho2_maIBNtBE0jopmt_o6llsd-HdZ2nQfPEbBtLXab2y1MlNmwCxwnCoOJjglUFlFRnjUSwEUGGN76x3eSmJf1OY3C9IUIxOrBJpi9PiqgqXafCk-eNFtHI9/s1600-h/Photo_082009_001-741134.jpg"></a> </p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzA_HF44AaO0aiyQfFW447BGmAU00ptmPTuTt74urmczdbY_qotB-zb1MBBESS-BzOYJBtxNmeDKnaHe2YL-mgnfO2s_QpeRwZc3oVBkCkWXYxLkspgBI8sfJSfIJnRaaWZSV2IVgy444/s1600-h/Photo_082009_002-742819.jpg"></a> </p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78wUl-ZotRML09O1aq9mh_F1Ivg-EnWHDQj_KufyQz9AA-BEHoECX6Vf_54PX9QUsKFEQXSvLjwlRS-eWAlHEh1B6AmKPx69CizvVLP5ZiQ-LoS8ixl47cOLfw4DpvmNTfTw8qUdm-4mV/s1600-h/Photo_082009_003-744856.jpg"></a> </p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHZPp4AchtsgUtY3_Z9-uGXWI89NgqZ-DttowicPulAhv-e1PYDJdX1zqyS4KlTOqV8q7BB-0kP0XAaI_1nDIGVnR977KjM9T0P1RtWeGbI3lRH832gcQkFL3gXkXzA4W6umLRXSGzScq/s1600-h/Photo_082109_001-746257.jpg"></a> </p>Yesterday, I was downstairs when I heard, "Mom!!! I'm beeding!!!" <p>I ran upstairs to see Libby with a palm full of blood. I rinsed her hand to see what kind of wound we were dealing with & knew immediately that she needed stitches. <p>She said she was bending a (toy) spoon when it broke. The doctor couldn't see how a toy spoon could cut so deep. But when we got home, I found the spoon & noticed that the handle was ceramic, so when she broke a piece off, it gouged right into her palm. <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzA_HF44AaO0aiyQfFW447BGmAU00ptmPTuTt74urmczdbY_qotB-zb1MBBESS-BzOYJBtxNmeDKnaHe2YL-mgnfO2s_QpeRwZc3oVBkCkWXYxLkspgBI8sfJSfIJnRaaWZSV2IVgy444/s1600-h/Photo_082009_002-742819.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522376461195730" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQzA_HF44AaO0aiyQfFW447BGmAU00ptmPTuTt74urmczdbY_qotB-zb1MBBESS-BzOYJBtxNmeDKnaHe2YL-mgnfO2s_QpeRwZc3oVBkCkWXYxLkspgBI8sfJSfIJnRaaWZSV2IVgy444/s320/Photo_082009_002-742819.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p>We spent 2 hours at Instacare. The shots to numb the hand were worse than the stitches. The doctor said she acted better than some adults.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrpkbNv56ucPuBDiZw6KPho2_maIBNtBE0jopmt_o6llsd-HdZ2nQfPEbBtLXab2y1MlNmwCxwnCoOJjglUFlFRnjUSwEUGGN76x3eSmJf1OY3C9IUIxOrBJpi9PiqgqXafCk-eNFtHI9/s1600-h/Photo_082009_001-741134.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522370744655170" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirrpkbNv56ucPuBDiZw6KPho2_maIBNtBE0jopmt_o6llsd-HdZ2nQfPEbBtLXab2y1MlNmwCxwnCoOJjglUFlFRnjUSwEUGGN76x3eSmJf1OY3C9IUIxOrBJpi9PiqgqXafCk-eNFtHI9/s320/Photo_082009_001-741134.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHZPp4AchtsgUtY3_Z9-uGXWI89NgqZ-DttowicPulAhv-e1PYDJdX1zqyS4KlTOqV8q7BB-0kP0XAaI_1nDIGVnR977KjM9T0P1RtWeGbI3lRH832gcQkFL3gXkXzA4W6umLRXSGzScq/s1600-h/Photo_082109_001-746257.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522391588042210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeHZPp4AchtsgUtY3_Z9-uGXWI89NgqZ-DttowicPulAhv-e1PYDJdX1zqyS4KlTOqV8q7BB-0kP0XAaI_1nDIGVnR977KjM9T0P1RtWeGbI3lRH832gcQkFL3gXkXzA4W6umLRXSGzScq/s320/Photo_082109_001-746257.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78wUl-ZotRML09O1aq9mh_F1Ivg-EnWHDQj_KufyQz9AA-BEHoECX6Vf_54PX9QUsKFEQXSvLjwlRS-eWAlHEh1B6AmKPx69CizvVLP5ZiQ-LoS8ixl47cOLfw4DpvmNTfTw8qUdm-4mV/s1600-h/Photo_082009_003-744856.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372522381264647058" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi78wUl-ZotRML09O1aq9mh_F1Ivg-EnWHDQj_KufyQz9AA-BEHoECX6Vf_54PX9QUsKFEQXSvLjwlRS-eWAlHEh1B6AmKPx69CizvVLP5ZiQ-LoS8ixl47cOLfw4DpvmNTfTw8qUdm-4mV/s320/Photo_082009_003-744856.jpg" border="0" /></a></p>Jazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04111740958493255406noreply@blogger.com4