tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27401271148384141692024-03-05T00:31:00.738-08:00Jodie's Blog"Is there a felicity in the world, superior to this?"--Jane AustenJodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-64316251116321964512011-02-16T12:20:00.000-08:002011-02-16T12:20:03.245-08:00UpdateThe kids totally enjoyed their Valentine's party and their boxes both won "Most Creative". There was some stiff competition. Some kids came up with the craziest stuff. One was an aquarium with live fish!! Those homeschool mom's come up with best ideas. We will difinately have to step up our game next year!!Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-51782496826864574902011-02-11T19:25:00.000-08:002011-02-11T19:25:15.448-08:00Valentine's Day 2011<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Happy Valentine's Day ya'll! We happen to be up at mom's this week and it is good to celebrate another holiday with her. We made our valentines boxes tonight and they turned out really cute. Here's a peek!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMTSewDYCYR_jyJNOgvB6j-CrwEyP5xcKcwa0q9kUtt9h-woBOwCXQit8s-SWWlJJlcPOR0PJRM1UabzyEBStNVjgTzkrYWIWIBISszDOQ3kalav8aZkbYfV8nvpxaslqDPlLQg74Psgk/s1600/P1020578.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqMTSewDYCYR_jyJNOgvB6j-CrwEyP5xcKcwa0q9kUtt9h-woBOwCXQit8s-SWWlJJlcPOR0PJRM1UabzyEBStNVjgTzkrYWIWIBISszDOQ3kalav8aZkbYfV8nvpxaslqDPlLQg74Psgk/s320/P1020578.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8CaA5bLJloZ4pHNaJnMxgjW7VLvzAVo5Nh82-Y0dXAuIBpW_n2hPyVm4xApdH_nwF3CHPom2JLm09Eo__Y55tjSIVP5jt5246aHbb6mmcorlmdkk0eSnSoCoSI_Er0dPoITZn6UcS1dm/s1600/P1020580.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii8CaA5bLJloZ4pHNaJnMxgjW7VLvzAVo5Nh82-Y0dXAuIBpW_n2hPyVm4xApdH_nwF3CHPom2JLm09Eo__Y55tjSIVP5jt5246aHbb6mmcorlmdkk0eSnSoCoSI_Er0dPoITZn6UcS1dm/s320/P1020580.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-74626584768915235042010-12-11T21:09:00.000-08:002010-12-11T21:09:42.392-08:00Mom's weekend off!This weekend Cari and I traveled up to my mama's house for some "sweet" girl time. We planned our little getaway for candy making, pedis and just good old fashioned girl talk. And not much else, which was the point. The kiddos stayed home, with daddy's and grandma's. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Saturday we worked all day in chocolate. So Saturday night we had a nice dinner out and shopped til mom dropped. We came home to a nice warm house and spent the evening sipping hot tea and coffee. What a treat! What a fun day of being silly and enjoying one another's company. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdUVrALPwitZduHLJTQDeGAqnp5xaCFtujpSym_Ogg7TRo4qLoU8EqXLJ6rH06BhwuYn-tgcnQWHD0h-6W7AuBd-SXzDT4GqO9fPxac-IXkI9FiFXdEXDi_EkPsk1Ebcb0z97gF85ht5P/s1600/P1020500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQdUVrALPwitZduHLJTQDeGAqnp5xaCFtujpSym_Ogg7TRo4qLoU8EqXLJ6rH06BhwuYn-tgcnQWHD0h-6W7AuBd-SXzDT4GqO9fPxac-IXkI9FiFXdEXDi_EkPsk1Ebcb0z97gF85ht5P/s200/P1020500.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Cari reminded me today that we have been best friends for 13 years. It feels like a lifetime. Although I have childhood memories without her of course, our friendship feels like we have been friends forever. I cherish that, and I thank God for her. She is an answer to a prayer that I had prayed often. Women need each others support and friendship for the good and the bad times in life. She has been there. I am sincerely thankful for her!</div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-462429782129238152010-12-01T12:29:00.000-08:002010-12-05T13:34:48.943-08:00Lilly KateYou will never guess what Lilly Kate just did! We had dance this morning, so I told her to go change out of her tutu. So she goes to her room and gets a pair of pants. Cute ones with a white and pink heart stitch around the pocket. She comes back into the living room and says that she can't find the shirt that matches. So I tell her that it is in the dryer, she says o thanks mommie. So she runs off and is gone for a while, then she comes out of her room <u>fully dressed</u> with 2 bows that match perfectly put TOGETHER and in her hair!!! I said, who put the bows in your hair? She says, I did, I know how to put my bows together now,mommie. Ms matter of fact. Some needs to figure out how to keep our little girls little. And quick before it's too late.Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-50919608124653777072010-11-27T09:56:00.000-08:002010-11-27T09:56:31.155-08:00Thanksgiving 2010The Thanksgiving blog. Thanksgiving kinda snuck up on me this year, not so much that I didn't know what the day on the calendar said, but I wasn't feeling very thankful. I had put my focus on my situation and my own selfishness and "sufferings". Being thankful is a choice. You have to choice to see the blessing right before your eyes. Not only do we have to see them but also choose to feel grateful. I must confess that I haven't been very good at it lately. <br />
It took a bad experience to see what I have before me. I needed to see how bitterness was creeping into my heart and changing how I was dealing with everyday life. It's hard for me to admit it. But in a moment of humility, my perspective changed. Thank you Jesus for humbling me once again. Thank you for the conviction of the Holy Spirit. Thank you God the Father for sacrificing your only Son to take my place on the cross. <br />
Just in the nick of time I see what I have to feel grateful for. Thank You Sweet Jesus!<br />
Happy Thanksgiving.Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-18129020852065136122010-11-21T21:51:00.000-08:002010-11-21T22:50:36.299-08:00Late nightI am sitting here at the computer as I do most nights now. Travis is at work and the kids are sleeping soundly. It's probably mostly out of boredom, but tonight it is loneliness. So in my melancholy mood I decided to blog. Maybe not the best idea... <br />
Today was a hard day. I saw someone from my past that I probably hadn't seen in twenty years. I asked a direct question and I was totally ignored. I haven't changed that much. And we were at church, so I would have thought that the fact that our lives have changed so much for the good, it could have been something to rejoice over! So I guess that it hurt my ego a little. <br />
I pulled into Target yesterday, and got the worst cussing I have ever received. And it was totally some chick, pulling through into a parking spot that I was going into, she was lucky she didn't get creamed! It is still bothering me. <br />
There is a lot stuff going on with friends right now that weighs down my heart. Sickness, busyness, drug addiction, bad relationships, strained family relations... it seems to be all around. I suppose it always is. There is never an end to our prayer list. But I think sometimes it is closer to us than other times. I don't feel like I have anyone to talk to. BINGO The root of it all.<br />
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But tomorrow is a new day and a new school day. The Lord's mercies are new every morning. I pray that tomorrow will bring a day filled with the Lord's grace, blessing and HEALING for all the friends and family that I love.Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-56000981174356871962010-10-30T09:59:00.000-07:002010-10-30T10:09:27.217-07:00Update on Life as we Know it!I have been hoping for long time, to actually start blogging again. I naively thought that with homeschooling I would have time for it. We are <u>almost</u> half way through our year (we started early) and well I wanted to blog our whole experience. Luke and I have had to find our groove. And well... to say that has happened might be overstated a little. We decided to homeschool Luke his 3rd grade year for several reasons. His age played a huge role, we wanted to see if we could do this at a young age, but no so young that his behavior would be an issue constantly. (how did that work out???) We have organized sports to participate in outside of school. That is a huge thing for me. I want my kids as active and social as possible. It is going well I think. We have a homeschool group, HSN, that provides plenty of outside the home activities for us to attend. A once a week school day and then plenty of field trips and other activities. So as usual the phrase "home" school, is anything but. As parents, we realize that all moments of their little lives are teachable moments. My kids are out in the "real world" learning and growing, but the best part is that I get to watch and learn right along with them. Luke is a great student. I definitely know the areas of study he likes and the ones he doesn't. Math was one of his favs and now it is getting hard for him. Luke is soo creative he loves to draw and play the piano. And what a mind for memorization. <br />
A shocker for me has been Lilly Kate. She is so ready to read. If she was the first born and I had time to give her 24/7 undivided attention, she probably would be! She is so smart. And so eager to learn. So fun. She know her alphabet and which ones are vowels. She can count to a 100 with a little help, not much, and if she is looking at the numbers. She also loves to color and be creative. She has such a sweet heart. Having and teaching a little girl is so fun and different. I love being a "boy mom" and kinda wondered how I could switch gears having a girl. It really is different. She has a maternal instinct that is there from birth that you bond with. She is caring and loving and loyal. She loves her babies and her doll house. Where Luke instincts were more activity driven and more athletic. Luke is very orderly and systematic. He has a great Love for God and his family. I love being with them to help them with their strengths and weaknesses. Something no one else on this planet could do as well. Thank you, Jesus, for this season in our lives.<br />
As for Travis and I we are good. Travis is working nights, which is hard for all of us but especially for him. We are adjusting, but praying that a day shift will become available. He is going back to school, via the Internet. So in a sense, we are all homeschooling! I'm so proud of him. <br />
I have recently had the doctor confirm that I have some health issues. I have always known that something wasn't right. But scared of the alternatives I chose to delay going to the doctor, All that being said I have come to terms with it and now feel that my family needs me to do what is best for my health. We have been eating healthier and exercising. For me, I have been doing a low carb diet and doing some hormone therapy. I feel better than I have in years. seriously. So it has difinitely been a good thing. <br />
That is a glimpse into our life right now. I hope to keep it up, as I always say and then get too busy to. Here are the latest pics of the kids Lilly Kate at dance and us in the school "room". <br />
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So for your birthday, (drum roll please.....) I decided to blog. I got the kids rounded up and tried to call to sing a birthday song to you, but the phone was busy busy with well wishers. I hope that your day was a grand one. maybe we can get it together tomorrow night! Love you!</span>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-49924513435546061312009-02-22T20:08:00.000-08:002009-02-22T21:20:29.807-08:00Believe it or not!<div><span style="font-size:130%;">I'm posting. I have to confess that I have been side-tracked there for a couple of months with the newness of Facebook and the Twilight series. Sad but true. And of course...LIFE. But I have finished the books and now I have my evenings free for other things like blogging. Life has been good. We are in the midst of Basketball right now and every game we have had has been at 8 on Saturday morning. Luke received <span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">his first black eye during his game and never said a word about it.</span> </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Afterwards his coach just looked at him like "did he have that before?" Today it was just starting to turn purple so it should really be pretty for school in the morning. Lilly</span> Kate is doing good. She has a birthday coming up. We are going to have a ladybug party. (which explains the new background-"like a ladybug") I hope that it helps me to remember that her birthday is right around the corner. She is talking <em>a little</em> more. Today as I was putting her down for a nap, she said nigh-nigh. And it excited her so much that she perked up and didn't want to lay down. Her whole face lit up and she kept on repeating it and giggling. It's almost like she doesn't trust her mouth to say the words so she doesn't even try.<br />We are good, no complaints, as they say. I hope that everyone else is doing well too!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEWG94Zc2C9xJpuuq-eXEU95itAwRZ3oU-IOpnGi1kl9U-DpFvzmb_KbfRwjN1SR-Mnxcx0O_NYxBe2JJ0KNUI81XXyrR1BuSFkSQGk2gJdsbg7N1E0ZrpwZR5OZL1JE7c3Kp6QakBY3n/s1600-h/Christmas+festivities+056.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305857516627752194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgEWG94Zc2C9xJpuuq-eXEU95itAwRZ3oU-IOpnGi1kl9U-DpFvzmb_KbfRwjN1SR-Mnxcx0O_NYxBe2JJ0KNUI81XXyrR1BuSFkSQGk2gJdsbg7N1E0ZrpwZR5OZL1JE7c3Kp6QakBY3n/s320/Christmas+festivities+056.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievKatdvh934i7fmamPwHJ_rkaxYQVFlcGosOFPFW5B25w1vXpF8W7Jd1U25TyB0gjjTkLR4wiyt3AStR9CYKU1zuxIOTT0demIHlgdBy0EC__FvUr-CZWjVWcNJ-b7H1bQ7-5szg6bn2X/s1600-h/Christmas+festivities+055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305857515446849986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEievKatdvh934i7fmamPwHJ_rkaxYQVFlcGosOFPFW5B25w1vXpF8W7Jd1U25TyB0gjjTkLR4wiyt3AStR9CYKU1zuxIOTT0demIHlgdBy0EC__FvUr-CZWjVWcNJ-b7H1bQ7-5szg6bn2X/s320/Christmas+festivities+055.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ5YfIbrTdh6C7rLnkTVa-n3lI1ukie-R7pSq_H8xJSQKuPq6F3ZxP7fKCVuwWmGzu6Ra_JNwfoV9qvdqy6QYjWU_PLz5Wqm8PqeLuwROl9Wh_B6UmsKB0o9sKr4OB2dwiiWbVky7YidiX/s1600-h/Christmas+festivities+053.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305856030381155634" 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/AVvXsEiZ5YfIbrTdh6C7rLnkTVa-n3lI1ukie-R7pSq_H8xJSQKuPq6F3ZxP7fKCVuwWmGzu6Ra_JNwfoV9qvdqy6QYjWU_PLz5Wqm8PqeLuwROl9Wh_B6UmsKB0o9sKr4OB2dwiiWbVky7YidiX/s320/Christmas+festivities+053.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNEzXQAJ0V6YUdl177dfHBm-jCR_EJ27b1NetFLm5VEf9Z0CBGkztcXAMBnjiFka5HGUh18mrJfHbXjNsGG5tZnbmPSYn5Tr8GIgKaMdG-PGymVunlai619K8JW91syJrh7IJX14tWZKVD/s1600-h/Christmas+festivities+052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305856028980493506" 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/AVvXsEhNEzXQAJ0V6YUdl177dfHBm-jCR_EJ27b1NetFLm5VEf9Z0CBGkztcXAMBnjiFka5HGUh18mrJfHbXjNsGG5tZnbmPSYn5Tr8GIgKaMdG-PGymVunlai619K8JW91syJrh7IJX14tWZKVD/s320/Christmas+festivities+052.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div></div></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-2531499141518893262009-01-08T09:26:00.000-08:002009-01-08T09:53:53.831-08:00Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!I have missed it all. Blogging has definitely taken a back seat to my family over the last couple of weeks. First Lilly Kate had the flu. Then of course she passed it on to me. So basically that took us up to Christmas and then the poor thing got sick with a sinus infection. Which took us up to the New Year. We would just get better in between times to go to a Christmas celebration and then home again to be sick. Of course now I do have her cold, but I think for the simple fact that I can blow it hasn't turned south for me yet. I had left the the bitterness of past holidays behind and I really started to enjoy the Christmas season. And although I had visions of Christmas cards and candy trays danced through my head, they just didn't come together. Over the next couple of days I will try to back blog our holidays. We did have a great holiday even through the yuck.Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-37465064802889556872008-12-12T19:15:00.000-08:002008-12-12T20:19:47.089-08:00Fa la la la la la la la la<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnZY29K1X6OMUa4lJJHvwm06QxeEt0-fMxVesALs26-KqgGPI2fRKf0Q0YSN6HWtiHNWp4fkWD-AjWcdDy7rSAi0qTHo88SC54ne9f6oClZeXH4l_oUvN62mZ2IX-rXZ0d0UiHWQYPOQH/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279124546645457842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFnZY29K1X6OMUa4lJJHvwm06QxeEt0-fMxVesALs26-KqgGPI2fRKf0Q0YSN6HWtiHNWp4fkWD-AjWcdDy7rSAi0qTHo88SC54ne9f6oClZeXH4l_oUvN62mZ2IX-rXZ0d0UiHWQYPOQH/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a> Once again the Lord has showed me "the error of my ways". Today as I am doing my route, listening to the radio, I was thinking through my to-do list. Quite frankly I have had a bad attitude. And if I am being honest with myself, it has been going on for years at Christmas time. I have tried to keep it hidden from everyone. I knew that it was stemmed from repressed feeling from the past. I wanted to think of myself as a "scrooge" and heaven forbid that anyone else would think that of me. But as Christmas approaches I cringe, and then it becomes stress, then fear and anxiety, and then bitterness. I procrastinate everything that has to be done and it all compounds.Finally after years of being overwhelmed by it all, I broke. Cari and I talked and although it helped to release that secret, I didn't let it go. She would tease me a little, razzing me with Ba-humbugs, but she prayed for me.<br /><br />Today as I was listening to the radio, they were talking about Christmas candy and cookies. What their favorites were and recipes for forgotten favorites. It made me think of my mom and how she has always made Christmas candy and now (tomorrow actually) we are going to our 2nd annual Candy Makin' day. Where she is trying to pass the tradition down to us girls.<br /><br />A 14 year old girl calls into the radio show and says that she is enjoying the "cookie talk" because she has never had "Christmas cookies". This is the first year that she has gotten to celebrate because her step father wouldn't allow their family to celebrate. She was sooo excited. The DJ's were listing off all the things that she needed to do this Christmas. She needed to have eggnog, drive through a lights display, ham for Christmas dinner, candy and cookies, She needed to peek into a package under the tree because all little kids try it at least once. She would just giggle and say okay, okay, as the list went on.<br /><br />It worked, as I found myself overwhelmed in empathy, I started to tear up. God used that story to make me realize I didn't hate Christmas, I was just letting the commercially driven, financially inadequate, greedy selfish thoughts crowd out the wonderful things of Christmas.<br /><br />So I went to buy Christmas cards. I wasn't going to send them out. But I think I've changed my mind.Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-30287469568255141622008-12-03T20:24:00.000-08:002008-12-03T21:06:50.489-08:00Warming my heartAs I sit here freezing, I am opening some pictures that was just sent to me a few minutes ago. These were taken this summer, by Greg, Travis's boss. We went to Branson for Trav's company picnic. It was boiling hot that day. Here's the proof. Poor Lilly was dripping sweat from every pore. We all were. But it just isn't as cute on the rest of us. She is miserable in this first picture, but she is doing fairly well when it was time to eat. <div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimsT6N5XcCCffTL57yzdURFYHGDiSM5RPKy6PH4Sepkw-yNmH85YAmr6AKKIWdFYqq-NO2Brp2T5SAdvL0Qi6FflCLen52BHiPdl6HH3dzCuzRtYw0Sfj-FiPR5gjXoo3cZmEMXmL0R3Y/s1600-h/P1010846-1%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275788944113480242" style="WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimsT6N5XcCCffTL57yzdURFYHGDiSM5RPKy6PH4Sepkw-yNmH85YAmr6AKKIWdFYqq-NO2Brp2T5SAdvL0Qi6FflCLen52BHiPdl6HH3dzCuzRtYw0Sfj-FiPR5gjXoo3cZmEMXmL0R3Y/s320/P1010846-1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>Look at this shot of the drool. I don't think she could get any hotter. I think I can hear panting.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhCN1eqM-bQRguj0oFdw4HHA5T_ElO7DuGWOYqdnHbWKCHhC_Ba2ecNyKNit77WWSoIjqTtTTUOD01oeFFJatMRfcnfB_L20-TXpm9B9GJa_eZP0v22X7I0U6rajelgOsuDkq_cjBLmtF/s1600-h/LSD%2520%25282144%2529%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275788950980459090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLhCN1eqM-bQRguj0oFdw4HHA5T_ElO7DuGWOYqdnHbWKCHhC_Ba2ecNyKNit77WWSoIjqTtTTUOD01oeFFJatMRfcnfB_L20-TXpm9B9GJa_eZP0v22X7I0U6rajelgOsuDkq_cjBLmtF/s320/LSD%2520%25282144%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>I'm pretty sure that she is trying to tell me that she would prefer the island weather.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbz_n_gJ2y6YytP3BI0C0mwdNhurSKBC5sfwWfaBWWDYFsJJBNYU0BsOC_IZV5exM7f30VeUZX6AWbFoMQW1KQzdbbj5YJ4pJ4OjoLujl3xrlrwbTJbXmPTOBKz9E64GmPwsZ6BcgDtDX/s1600-h/LSD%2520%25282143%2529%5B1%5D.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275788959710667570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnbz_n_gJ2y6YytP3BI0C0mwdNhurSKBC5sfwWfaBWWDYFsJJBNYU0BsOC_IZV5exM7f30VeUZX6AWbFoMQW1KQzdbbj5YJ4pJ4OjoLujl3xrlrwbTJbXmPTOBKz9E64GmPwsZ6BcgDtDX/s320/LSD%2520%25282143%2529%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /></a>There's my happy girl. Did someone say brisket?</div></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-23929488819017230212008-11-27T18:20:00.000-08:002008-11-27T19:01:31.384-08:00Happy Thankgiving<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhck10hz47XHeZV0Cpo65x5hKTviDW6o87VJcbardWegryOlNlmp5IKmfR_eS2pcR9aHD4CNMN3MpzXn0nxZihFQi4JHhY_q_OyjRMYYiKebwQSZSWeiJMG_UDM4cC9Pq6EdbQdbjn3gUnu/s1600-h/thanksgiving.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273538004909907634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhck10hz47XHeZV0Cpo65x5hKTviDW6o87VJcbardWegryOlNlmp5IKmfR_eS2pcR9aHD4CNMN3MpzXn0nxZihFQi4JHhY_q_OyjRMYYiKebwQSZSWeiJMG_UDM4cC9Pq6EdbQdbjn3gUnu/s400/thanksgiving.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Happy Thanksgiving to you all. What a crazy busy year it has been and we are still have more to come at Christmas. But it is always great to remember the blessings that we have been given. We spent the day with family, my dad's side of the family that we see once a year at Thanksgiving. I have to giggle at the day that we had getting here to spend the weekend at my parents house. First off before I got around to brushing my hair or teeth...(yikes) my next door neighbor locked her keys in the car at Wal-mart. She called and I raced over there. As I am rearranging the car seats in the car for her and her kids, I catch a vision of myself in the car window AHH! But anyway I take them home to find her spare keys so I can take her back, I walk in my own home for a second and I hear Luke saying "oh yuck..Moooom". So I go to the bathroom where he is and the plumbing is backed up and it has been in the bathtub and on the floor. So I have Travis call a plumber and I go take Melissa back to her car. We get all of it taken care of and after waiting all day to do laundry, we finally get on the road to Sugar's and Papa's. We are halfway to KC and we have a blowout. Yes a flat. The ironic thing is that we were going to buy a new tire yesterday, but because of the unexpected plumber we decided to wait. Ha! Somethings never wait. So I call mom to tell her not to worry, we are back on the road and she says "well maybe you don't want to come because I have the flu". So we debated and decided that we would go ahead and come to KC. Luckily it wasn't the flu but a bad reaction to Tylenol. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Needless to say I have a lot to be thankful for. I am thankful my family and their health. I am thankful for my sweet dear husband, that rolls with the punches well. I am thankful for friends and neighbors that we can call on in our times of need. But most of all I am so thankful for Jesus and the peace that passes all understanding. When we are hard pressed on every side He keeps us from being crushed. I pray that through this year we are always mindful and more thankful for everything that He gives us. </div></div></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-22063483750847374402008-11-25T22:58:00.001-08:002008-11-26T00:06:21.675-08:00Fabulous Blog Award<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNS6YkUhUeuVC0u2ic4vJ9r2sLuDeje-gR8nBsMMPA9x-qQnRW_ra9rBHhZuVqsjcqRIC0deMZCIaNPO6xfcp92zbR7gPJTz60jSsP-ZuMWZDmp1omeQxtbDuz29fw8jtAwqFiuGQxOe8/s1600-h/Award3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272857300268275074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDNS6YkUhUeuVC0u2ic4vJ9r2sLuDeje-gR8nBsMMPA9x-qQnRW_ra9rBHhZuVqsjcqRIC0deMZCIaNPO6xfcp92zbR7gPJTz60jSsP-ZuMWZDmp1omeQxtbDuz29fw8jtAwqFiuGQxOe8/s320/Award3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My friend Cari awarded me with this! Fabulous Blog Award Thanks!<br /><br />Of course these things come with a few requirements...<br />I must list 5 of my favorite addictions, and then pass this award along. </div><div>So here it goes....</div><div></div><div></div><div>1. Coke. a cola that is. Sad but true I have given it up a million times, but even today I gave in a had a coke on the way to Scammon...this morning...for breakfast.</div><div></div><div>2. Paper crafts. More specifically the tools to make the crafts. Oh the money that has been spent on the tools!</div><div></div><div>3. Blogging. nough said.</div><div></div><div>4. Sweet little girl things. I have to say that little boys are ripped off. Girls come with the cutest stuff and it is harder to resist. </div><div>5. Wow I am having a hard time with this last one. Please I can think of plenty but they aren't anything that I would want anyone else to know about! hehe (I try to keep some of my OCD issues as private as possible! LOL!) I am going to concede, if I am allowed. If I think of something later I'll let you know.</div><div> </div><div>But in the mean time I pass this award onto Shannon, <a href="http://shannondawn.squarespace.com/journal/">http://shannondawn.squarespace.com/journal/</a> your blog is Fabulous!</div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-17624011164892853552008-11-25T21:20:00.000-08:002008-11-25T23:51:54.428-08:00Weekend Hangover<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis51Nw3X_6gF-4EG_s2zmNESH78hUp8MYV1J6diPbjek2p5gUtDOx6Q6fzq3GaDoNvnhQSDiqepfW85-tTti5H601PlcLKH_sp54FFZUEnNPIMDT-AQ91KUUENm5WXrCBR-vQaigYkR9-H/s1600-h/ae365eed27eede38.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272836645403030994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis51Nw3X_6gF-4EG_s2zmNESH78hUp8MYV1J6diPbjek2p5gUtDOx6Q6fzq3GaDoNvnhQSDiqepfW85-tTti5H601PlcLKH_sp54FFZUEnNPIMDT-AQ91KUUENm5WXrCBR-vQaigYkR9-H/s200/ae365eed27eede38.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It's not a secret, that in my younger days I could "party" with the best of them. Staying up all hours of the night. Go to school, work and out with friends, repeat. I lived on hardly any sleep and never really thought about. I have given up on that life, needless to say, for more important things. But I never thought that I couldn't "hang". Well this weekend I met my match. Friday night was our annual Coffee night at the church. The women's ministry hosts an evening of fellowship, food and COFFEE COFFEE COFFEE! Kim and I thought that it was a great opportunity to take our craft stuff up to the church with us and after everyone went home we could craft something cute while our caffeine buzz wore off". Our first mistake was underestimating the ability of the other ladies to "hang". The last one to leave left at 12:30 am.</div><div>Of course we were still feeling great, our caffeine was kicked in. Second mistake, underestimating the caffeine euphoria. Third mistake was starting our craft project at 1 in the morning. But we started the cutest calendars, by the way, we are not finished with them yet and I'll post it when it's all done. We left the church at 4 am yes 4 AM!</div><div>I had made some cinnamon rolls for snack and had almost all of them left. So when I walked into the house, Trav was awakened and I told him that I had made breakfast already so don't wake me up. ha! Lilly did the honors after a total of 3 hrs sleep. My father in law was coming over to look at our plumbing. I needed to get around and get the dirty clothes off of the bathroom floor anyways... I started Saturday tired and it snowballed through the weekend. I am just now getting rested up. Staying out until all hours was not as fun as it used to be. Let me rephrase that... Staying out was a blast, paying for it the next two days stunk!</div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-60347836364612849842008-11-13T14:41:00.001-08:002008-11-13T15:03:15.049-08:00Happy Birthday, Jen.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZS6vngorpJzgLujVg594dFEG2Gas5uJHVP89zmA2MsvPg-p2F3oTxinVuW1zzhhefX3focF9WoCVE3tWB5aNnQNhYxZclaig4pLZ3nMsVB_ZypwdvebQ0xk6xN6lbJsLSpAogGLD6Vfs7/s1600-h/Grad+day+1988.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268281168659391058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZS6vngorpJzgLujVg594dFEG2Gas5uJHVP89zmA2MsvPg-p2F3oTxinVuW1zzhhefX3focF9WoCVE3tWB5aNnQNhYxZclaig4pLZ3nMsVB_ZypwdvebQ0xk6xN6lbJsLSpAogGLD6Vfs7/s400/Grad+day+1988.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Today is my little sister's 35th birthday. The said thing is that her and her husband are in New Hampshire and I can't tell her in person. She said that after living in Tucson AZ for forever that she was ready for a climate change. I hope that it is all that she is hoping for. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Happy Birthday Jen-Jen. Hope your new diggs in New H is great. And I hope that you are snuggled in for the winter and it snows up to your eyeballs. (That's what she wants, really) We were so cool back then, weren't we? Love you sis!</div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-69998114726201664062008-11-08T17:58:00.001-08:002008-11-10T22:27:45.814-08:00Yum yum!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid8TD3hRauuagqS4qabSdmalYieSfgh5ezPhYi95b3NU5NWKjoy1HCeDiTd_otJolMo8i9MRvvrEytzbLAZ-hMyScA6oQIufPd-QnWA5-W5owu3TfF6MXMnGpRGNwxLP80XWGeaFe_UVHS/s1600-h/item.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266471908729394658" 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/AVvXsEid8TD3hRauuagqS4qabSdmalYieSfgh5ezPhYi95b3NU5NWKjoy1HCeDiTd_otJolMo8i9MRvvrEytzbLAZ-hMyScA6oQIufPd-QnWA5-W5owu3TfF6MXMnGpRGNwxLP80XWGeaFe_UVHS/s320/item.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This yummy concoction was our breakfast one morning at the B&B. Cari and I got the recipe and this pic is Cari's shout out to the Pioneer Woman. I made it this morning for a baby shower. It received great raves. I do want to add that when it says use a large bowl for your eggs and cream mixture, grab a bowl bigger than that one. Enjoy!<br /><br /><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Crème</span> Caramel French Toast<br /></strong><br /><br />*Any type of bread may be used in place of the cinnamon raisin. Ex: cinnamon, cranberry raisin, blueberry, banana nut…<br /><br />Serves 12<br />2½T corn syrup<br />1C brown sugar<br />¼C butter<br /><br />1 ½ lbs. cinnamon raisin bread (16 slices)<br /><br />6 eggs<br />2C milk<br />2C cream (half and half or whipping cream)<br />1/3C sugar<br />1T vanilla<br />½ t salt<br /><br />Unsweetened Whipping Cream, whipped (to cut the sweetness)<br />Fruit to top with<br /><br />In saucepan, combine corn syrup, brown sugar and butter. Melt until smooth and bubbly. Spread in a 13x9 glass baking dish. Overlap bread like dominoes on the syrup. (I cut the slices into thirds twice, crumbled them on top of the caramel.)<br />In a large bowl combine eggs, milk, cream, sugar, vanilla and salt. Pour over bread. Cover with foil, and refrigerate overnight.<br />Bake @ 350F for 50-55 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">mins</span>, then uncovered for 10 <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">mins</span> more. Toast should be puffy and golden, Cut into 8-12 pieces and invert to serve. Whip up some cream to top and accompany with fresh berries.<br /><div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-79372372357025952692008-11-08T01:43:00.000-08:002008-11-08T16:57:31.832-08:00Playlists<div><br /><br /><div>Playlist are fun but the particular site that I got this player from is hard to search for music. You basically have to know what you want because the browsing is scary.<br /><br />So help me out, What's your favorite song? Title and Artist.<br /><br /><br /><br />"My One and Only Love" was the song that Travis and I danced to at our wedding.(Not the Sting Version) The music at the reception was old jazz love songs, greats like Lena Horne, Louis Armstrong, Frank Sinatra, Nat King Cole. The classics. Aaaahhh, It was so beautiful. I'll have to find a picture to post.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhZl6ZrUC9St_hLcgcUNUTa4xmpO4pOi9YBJLYjtLTEO4zWBpIHWlD9-36ppSg_Z6OZlTIHtK72bmXS9seJaQVCxY8IPl7mKA1mFmVX3Rch35Xi_OUBXizyAaUVnWFMy2lpLoL2AbW20Y/s1600-h/reception2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266455266914923746" style="WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhZl6ZrUC9St_hLcgcUNUTa4xmpO4pOi9YBJLYjtLTEO4zWBpIHWlD9-36ppSg_Z6OZlTIHtK72bmXS9seJaQVCxY8IPl7mKA1mFmVX3Rch35Xi_OUBXizyAaUVnWFMy2lpLoL2AbW20Y/s320/reception2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfg39Hn02miqRz1CINPvegNJaOQhnKRw22Os8xzsjQNs3OpndEv0Oodw2ga07c5S8w7M2FbWaA4rcZgUO2I2cdtW2E0BPIh4Yei2LpdEjuPYPG09c_rEpFltZnU3uSCEoLI619F0dKVb1w/s1600-h/reception.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266455262934610146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfg39Hn02miqRz1CINPvegNJaOQhnKRw22Os8xzsjQNs3OpndEv0Oodw2ga07c5S8w7M2FbWaA4rcZgUO2I2cdtW2E0BPIh4Yei2LpdEjuPYPG09c_rEpFltZnU3uSCEoLI619F0dKVb1w/s320/reception.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-21052681384525006632008-11-07T11:56:00.000-08:002008-11-07T12:13:27.011-08:00The Last of the San Antonians<div>Isn't it pretty?<br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZSI5YmQa3qJw2NSIHg1L4iuz7ye4FjNbpDZytBwZ9fHmQoaJ3dj9eei56dpLHRvjBON5Asw1pqrE00ZYjMSnqZe585IKcw4h41-X6C_RXc9Y23-XGfQncovijkN6z8BTU_uq5lvY0PRq/s1600-h/IMG_4900.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266008255110803938" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSZSI5YmQa3qJw2NSIHg1L4iuz7ye4FjNbpDZytBwZ9fHmQoaJ3dj9eei56dpLHRvjBON5Asw1pqrE00ZYjMSnqZe585IKcw4h41-X6C_RXc9Y23-XGfQncovijkN6z8BTU_uq5lvY0PRq/s320/IMG_4900.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6lN_G2G79SlFwq7SEOyLJRDQzGxV5xQZj1rDPUCDGh-X2Iod-c4VxkCMTg-tzxCKxeNMlrAv0pJTSP7TOJAMpWZ9YPZpCa-PAqA8Rsp5ZPdYetRj0XTGDc5N0fz86De9tNTRzrxpHqn5/s1600-h/IMG_4892.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266008251114414738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6lN_G2G79SlFwq7SEOyLJRDQzGxV5xQZj1rDPUCDGh-X2Iod-c4VxkCMTg-tzxCKxeNMlrAv0pJTSP7TOJAMpWZ9YPZpCa-PAqA8Rsp5ZPdYetRj0XTGDc5N0fz86De9tNTRzrxpHqn5/s320/IMG_4892.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipmkMtr4EgHC3roD_sNRPHE5rnDsOPxBthNT063RhnlycJTB0Bv8dRqhjFP2Pkkp65RAIEQC9Zt2VfK9RKSGWKM1-Iv0S6Y40HMmvj3MFDEAIl286N3l5kXnxVP6s9gD-0INWOr6fbDZ8/s1600-h/IMG_4913.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266008258099376722" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipmkMtr4EgHC3roD_sNRPHE5rnDsOPxBthNT063RhnlycJTB0Bv8dRqhjFP2Pkkp65RAIEQC9Zt2VfK9RKSGWKM1-Iv0S6Y40HMmvj3MFDEAIl286N3l5kXnxVP6s9gD-0INWOr6fbDZ8/s320/IMG_4913.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>See that yummy bucket of delicious crab that is sitting in front of me? Thanks to the fact that my son is VERY allergic to shell fish, that will be the last bucket I see for awhile. Just one of those sacrifices that you make when your a mom. Goodbye sweet crab.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhih6ctL4l-3qSLJHJHI0o02hn34YfGJdyzQfRY1VrB38W-p7KkRZHkmUfF1gy1qxfUJk_wN09kQ4O3L4xAvTFgZdJVtpQsW4-9aI9g7zI78oGbVvsA3x2lWhwOhypbBX6guP8WWlAGt5ht/s1600-h/IMG_4938.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266008262267332610" style="WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhih6ctL4l-3qSLJHJHI0o02hn34YfGJdyzQfRY1VrB38W-p7KkRZHkmUfF1gy1qxfUJk_wN09kQ4O3L4xAvTFgZdJVtpQsW4-9aI9g7zI78oGbVvsA3x2lWhwOhypbBX6guP8WWlAGt5ht/s320/IMG_4938.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>We found this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">authentic</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mexican</span> bakery "deep in the heart" of SA. The prices weren't as <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">authentic</span>. But it was fun.</div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8falxLGrVDXbheFQJwJ4W-_x1OOArJGgTqkYgglQS2KI0isuuJmZvWSXQ0RhgFS-9FRErrkjUroJZDcXKMG1qST1LYXRC54l6LiQzNz618rQjQC91BpcEwxTX2m2uB8Rigz_8JNtNkQ2D/s1600-h/IMG_4962.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266008266016784978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8falxLGrVDXbheFQJwJ4W-_x1OOArJGgTqkYgglQS2KI0isuuJmZvWSXQ0RhgFS-9FRErrkjUroJZDcXKMG1qST1LYXRC54l6LiQzNz618rQjQC91BpcEwxTX2m2uB8Rigz_8JNtNkQ2D/s320/IMG_4962.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Our last day. We finally found the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Japanese</span> Tea Gardens. It was beautiful. Very peaceful. </div><div> </div><div>Bye SA thanks for a good time.</div><div></div></div></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-15151228145102064832008-11-06T16:03:00.000-08:002008-11-07T11:55:34.171-08:00More Pics of Our TripJust thought I would share some more photos of San Antonio.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiWUdRWatv3iq_dQ2WN_IoOpJg3joCOzp7Ww1GmH28bULvyDHuDGyROBF46ogBfHH-uX8yAlWEHlrsypJTAMIeXKbxGwN22BZtsp6pUYkhJ3fMClmoB5sDPNaCF38pG_TX0VtG5nMnyLz/s1600-h/IMG_4859.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004553219963250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihiWUdRWatv3iq_dQ2WN_IoOpJg3joCOzp7Ww1GmH28bULvyDHuDGyROBF46ogBfHH-uX8yAlWEHlrsypJTAMIeXKbxGwN22BZtsp6pUYkhJ3fMClmoB5sDPNaCF38pG_TX0VtG5nMnyLz/s320/IMG_4859.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div></div><br />The first day after our drive in, we stopped at The Filling Station, and this photo doesn't leave any of the rest of the decor out. It's really that tiny, one person at a time please. But it was great food.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Did I say that we had a wonderful time once before?? </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-o4D_VwGiKXjrM5D0iYjadyUdi27MHteozlhkn2THVcP7485n1uF0TN8lYMhKyX2VSbjnzBR-jL9pT_LMlZRjIZnXU4C0uqpzSMv5iyUH5dXeyUn9YMKJdtwIL-ZbKOyA2rA5rpgBP-U/s1600-h/IMG_4875.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004552993760178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4-o4D_VwGiKXjrM5D0iYjadyUdi27MHteozlhkn2THVcP7485n1uF0TN8lYMhKyX2VSbjnzBR-jL9pT_LMlZRjIZnXU4C0uqpzSMv5iyUH5dXeyUn9YMKJdtwIL-ZbKOyA2rA5rpgBP-U/s320/IMG_4875.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegyx6V0Gi8edVvuPz0LPbdIB3Jt9qa8a-uYtwOEypwiy7tLsaSMPBMO43M7aPkensBIAClUBM4r1D9qX5cwmLW9uG20fQojx8ZAQEn4umdB9a9T9WBk3ZGmXQtm8WCUDwpmE4EVVk7nwN/s1600-h/IMG_4882.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004558345460322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjegyx6V0Gi8edVvuPz0LPbdIB3Jt9qa8a-uYtwOEypwiy7tLsaSMPBMO43M7aPkensBIAClUBM4r1D9qX5cwmLW9uG20fQojx8ZAQEn4umdB9a9T9WBk3ZGmXQtm8WCUDwpmE4EVVk7nwN/s320/IMG_4882.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>At the back of our B&B, on the riverwalk, pretty enough for a picture.</div><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoSm81JG-Nm0EO5MDVf0R0R8NYO8SwXwHxZTh9HZCjyLyDuH6bgALfQAkdtPqXJ74OPyrnoXUILMKZaiO7k_lg7_Ix_TEwd-ZGWv-5VeNxVVGlaV-jwRRW0TCfYP4G1Ah3FADf6dBzuaJ/s1600-h/IMG_4884.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004559888712114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNoSm81JG-Nm0EO5MDVf0R0R8NYO8SwXwHxZTh9HZCjyLyDuH6bgALfQAkdtPqXJ74OPyrnoXUILMKZaiO7k_lg7_Ix_TEwd-ZGWv-5VeNxVVGlaV-jwRRW0TCfYP4G1Ah3FADf6dBzuaJ/s320/IMG_4884.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q9fQi2LoOrY5JyDoSg_aU3H34zfVrm_6oaK8BLzgfRdtw1UptfLF39Nh-sr4Y80wEsQEZoMAi6OvjdTes8uWDzBXRhlaFRIBg1_sk8WZYclbtRZIXX4MJaMxfza35BoBTeM-elZmLGyw/s1600-h/IMG_4889.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266004562269161042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q9fQi2LoOrY5JyDoSg_aU3H34zfVrm_6oaK8BLzgfRdtw1UptfLF39Nh-sr4Y80wEsQEZoMAi6OvjdTes8uWDzBXRhlaFRIBg1_sk8WZYclbtRZIXX4MJaMxfza35BoBTeM-elZmLGyw/s320/IMG_4889.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-74006822234372197982008-10-31T10:47:00.000-07:002008-10-31T11:59:01.541-07:00On the way down<div><span style="font-size:130%;">To break up the drive down to San Antonio, we decided that we needed to stop outside of Dallas. Cari and I had predetermined that if we going to stop for the night, we might as well stay cheap to save us some cash along the way. Being fairly unfamiliar with what your money will buy you, we stayed at a Motel 6. Which I have renamed "Motel Sick". I very sure all Motel 6's are not as disturbing as this one happen to be. And I have to add that some of the guests were the most disturbing part. As they say, I think that we have learned our lesson: Sometimes twenty more dollars is a far better value than twenty less dollars. If you know what I mean. Needless to say, I don't have any pictures of the fine establishment to share. They might have confiscated the evidence as we checked out. ha ha </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Well we made the best of it and put it behind us as we drove south. This is one of the quirky things that we stumbled onto as we stopped for gas. A giant cougar. Luke's school mascot is a cougar. Photo op! Poor thing must have lost his hand in a hunting accident</span><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0;font-size:100%;" >.</span></div><div><span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #c0c0c0;font-size:100%;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZAcRAk-hH6qBkOkL027FDI_H25FEFvUkdoOwyNldR4Incem4bQvZiQw5MZKiH3_hyphenhypheniennPXi3Hfuuljti5MhNvfwl2TCdHhUjI4umeGV0QC6979Pm7iD_HpDjzvoZg_Gt3piG1g7bZ6r/s1600-h/Fall+2008+cougar.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263392593333657426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimZAcRAk-hH6qBkOkL027FDI_H25FEFvUkdoOwyNldR4Incem4bQvZiQw5MZKiH3_hyphenhypheniennPXi3Hfuuljti5MhNvfwl2TCdHhUjI4umeGV0QC6979Pm7iD_HpDjzvoZg_Gt3piG1g7bZ6r/s320/Fall+2008+cougar.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-10109659026547566622008-10-30T12:12:00.000-07:002008-10-30T22:20:14.013-07:00I'm back in bloggerland!<div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Hey everyone! Sorry for the long absence. But I'm back and although I don't expect life to slow down as we approach the holidays, maybe I can find some time to keep up better. </span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Well Travis and I are home from San Antonio Tx. We celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary with our best friends that we have also known for 10yrs ago. So it was kind of a double celebration. Our trip was awesome, I can't think of a bad moment. I think that traveling together with friends can be a true test of your friendship. So I have to admit that I was nervous about the unknown. But we had the <strong><em>BEST</em></strong> time. Travis kept us in stitches the whole time. I don't have the pictures of the trip yet I'll post them later. I have some pics off of the website from our B&B that I'll tease you with for now.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ-OCecZA7LhIqhPL_LvbyJy41CDeUgnohCjds-_4bUXUDqLaozMpZGr-LFgFs6XDs4fITYyxEf6AuEAC6u-ffgPhrS4LqyfNny1F9lHbA5hJATFuiQgommqJRcRQGBzir_j7nMvRpGfRQ/s1600-h/oge_main.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263033517236924498" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ-OCecZA7LhIqhPL_LvbyJy41CDeUgnohCjds-_4bUXUDqLaozMpZGr-LFgFs6XDs4fITYyxEf6AuEAC6u-ffgPhrS4LqyfNny1F9lHbA5hJATFuiQgommqJRcRQGBzir_j7nMvRpGfRQ/s320/oge_main.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cAh9aFMiv-CadPMmZKG8G7y7_u1ZGx3Z2OAkWpiUcT1erRzNNsT_cdDedROlcsbUnVtch8iKJun466-CN48qDI_j8N6iYuE7hNjEduHQeOVfizhSQZsuOnrxi1cZ-19Qh1KdzR6qwK-Y/s1600-h/reservations_top1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263033532528832370" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_cAh9aFMiv-CadPMmZKG8G7y7_u1ZGx3Z2OAkWpiUcT1erRzNNsT_cdDedROlcsbUnVtch8iKJun466-CN48qDI_j8N6iYuE7hNjEduHQeOVfizhSQZsuOnrxi1cZ-19Qh1KdzR6qwK-Y/s320/reservations_top1.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq36kc71vLwyJYTdGJs5TLLCMCXvtuZ4iRx2myfFx-vhtK775AhEJ1V7xwgDs_YflGvPhXHa6vCitSKMYRtNp490YTwTAAzBWuhG_-DGDtgQv-9U549RqY1wckEqaz-2Y1YO2CA8IQtDE4/s1600-h/elder2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263033521526301026" style="WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq36kc71vLwyJYTdGJs5TLLCMCXvtuZ4iRx2myfFx-vhtK775AhEJ1V7xwgDs_YflGvPhXHa6vCitSKMYRtNp490YTwTAAzBWuhG_-DGDtgQv-9U549RqY1wckEqaz-2Y1YO2CA8IQtDE4/s320/elder2.jpg" border="0" /></a>This what we drove up to Thursday morning and I was so excited to find out that it was exactly what I expected. It was a beautiful home and it was expertly decked out with fabulous antiques. This was our room. The Elder room. Cari and Alan's room was beautiful as well, it was a little more Asian inspired. Which I was secretly jealous of. jk. Well there is a sneak peek of our trip. Actually I have to go pick up Luke from school, so I'll blog more tomorrow!</span></div></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-72972064153820421472008-09-20T21:23:00.000-07:002008-09-20T21:30:07.039-07:00Obama speaks on Religion<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXcvbnzNIjg">http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=LXcvbnzNIjg</a>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-87383509809427142462008-09-18T22:11:00.000-07:002008-09-18T22:51:52.373-07:00VOTE!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpNfTh-MPTsAZzx-E51kWJf52uQ-dTrgQL88HQvx7aR3RmKMIyB0yfjussnqcvSNewShUnNSlr9tfH2kImXlSe2gJAHP3A8ATe8AWRafV8zyISLmqyMFmA4PhyphenhyphenEJusZPMr88H1xfRqnZMz/s1600-h/1679748375_3353f35e63.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247597069688410994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpNfTh-MPTsAZzx-E51kWJf52uQ-dTrgQL88HQvx7aR3RmKMIyB0yfjussnqcvSNewShUnNSlr9tfH2kImXlSe2gJAHP3A8ATe8AWRafV8zyISLmqyMFmA4PhyphenhyphenEJusZPMr88H1xfRqnZMz/s320/1679748375_3353f35e63.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">Today was my first day volunteering for the Republican Committee's Office. Taking surveys for the party to get a pulse for how the election is going. I have to say that I am surprised that I was surprised with some of the responses that I received. People seem to be clueless to what is at hand. If you listen to the media, they would have believe that the country is so outraged at the way GWB has governed us that we have only one logical option for the presidency. I realize that people are busy and the last thing they want to do with their day is to talk to me about the election. But I certainly got the impression that people who had an opinion, aligned themselves with party that would by no means would support their needs. One lady was a Pro-life democrat, (which don't get me wrong I am happy she was pro-life) but you just wanted to say, Realllly???<br /></span><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Obviously I don't want to sound condescending, but people, live your life with conviction. Know what matters to you. Support the issues that are important for you today, because our kids will live with our choices tomorrow.</span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">This message was not approved by John McCain or paid for by the Republican Committee's Office. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;">Go McCain and Palin!</span></div>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2740127114838414169.post-31115939436199386252008-09-16T23:11:00.000-07:002008-09-16T23:44:00.154-07:00Fun in the sun!<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmO4LFY1YFi3Fl_uFB3YWJDKnHtZgJ71U4WCBNifG07Un3SRyVRhKocnkdSQ2yOmixWX2vukDu7uKLHBsX1Pps2PNY0ME4q24AchuS9kzjtnxi12lrGF20xxYzzkPS4eCsGl5bXUnnipXE/s1600-h/IMG_4754.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869310164438610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmO4LFY1YFi3Fl_uFB3YWJDKnHtZgJ71U4WCBNifG07Un3SRyVRhKocnkdSQ2yOmixWX2vukDu7uKLHBsX1Pps2PNY0ME4q24AchuS9kzjtnxi12lrGF20xxYzzkPS4eCsGl5bXUnnipXE/s320/IMG_4754.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869304940759378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyCdNmUDow59EmK-u6_j0sumgVm808lzHev1FzX6ab_eDrMqJVvi9tIgwYhxIUBJ088CWwHyBc0vzZglMMTkhNpo3cSmQyElvzxAl5zLfAwTRCQ5cP1sHhthcScagglCLTSVmv6Vts7KUv/s320/IMG_4771.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWneR22eOxV3WflXPHXj0fTyVTRiE_mm6-eD96KFOERC7H5wslPFNXlyAhrDcGa414ST9uv3IZwqFTbFL2VEaTIdkkm2tlViBSiSyQCFmLwc8aE8d2oCrYaPPwM10w-Dsuzint8QbeQdbf/s1600-h/IMG_4741.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246869308070788034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWneR22eOxV3WflXPHXj0fTyVTRiE_mm6-eD96KFOERC7H5wslPFNXlyAhrDcGa414ST9uv3IZwqFTbFL2VEaTIdkkm2tlViBSiSyQCFmLwc8aE8d2oCrYaPPwM10w-Dsuzint8QbeQdbf/s320/IMG_4741.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"> This weekend was Charis' 3rd birthday. It was a sandcastle theme. Oh what a cute party. Just look at that cake. Cari had her father in law build a stand up sandbox like Luke's. All the kids were standing around and little Lilly was just tall enough to peek her nose over to see what all the fuss was about. It was a perfect day to be outside with the kids. The neat thing about the party is that is was supposed to be a swim party, but with the hurricane bringing in all the bad weather, Cari had to change almost all of her plans for the day. But when the day was over and done I couldn't have imaged it being any better!<br /></span></p>Jodiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00292660189069848059noreply@blogger.com1