tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42515214622981260762024-03-12T16:29:04.093-07:00This is life...Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.comBlogger42125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-32107590443898215022009-03-01T09:28:00.001-08:002009-03-01T09:54:17.584-08:00St. George<div><br /></div><div>Here we go again.</div><div>Madi's softball team had their first tournament down in St. George last weekend. (yes, late post again). I just wanted to share these cute pictures from their tournament...I think they did play ball also???? I don't know I wasn't able to make it. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGSSnQmaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3mqZMZlhGYY/s1600-h/st+george+2009+february+010.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGSSnQmaI/AAAAAAAAAd0/3mqZMZlhGYY/s400/st+george+2009+february+010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273128345999778" /></a><div>I love this group of girls!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGR4Cx0EI/AAAAAAAAAds/A86ejPkpVkU/s1600-h/st+george+2009+february+014.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGR4Cx0EI/AAAAAAAAAds/A86ejPkpVkU/s400/st+george+2009+february+014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273121213665346" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGR_msOFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/v9InC34ZUzo/s1600-h/st+george+2009+february+012.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGR_msOFI/AAAAAAAAAdk/v9InC34ZUzo/s400/st+george+2009+february+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273123243341906" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGRvAjHQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/z_N6GEvp0Ns/s1600-h/st+george+2009+february+016.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SarGRvAjHQI/AAAAAAAAAdc/z_N6GEvp0Ns/s400/st+george+2009+february+016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308273118788394242" /></a><br /><span><span></span></span></div><div>And I love these boys, too</div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-2348680208617156952009-02-07T12:59:00.000-08:002009-02-10T16:49:28.804-08:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADISON (sorry it's late)<div>So I do realize its a week, or so late and the pictures are in the wrong order, but at least I am finally documenting this joyous occasion. </div><div>It is official I am the proud parent of a teenager. (and yes, I am feeling kinda old) Madison turned 13 last Monday (the 2nd) . We celebrated by throwing her a little surprise party. </div><div>And also in her honor I am going to list a few (13, to be exact) fun facts about my sweet little Madison. </div><div><br /></div><div>1. She is almost as tall as me, and already has bigger feet than I do. </div><div>2. She loves to read. And when she's really in trouble I have to ground her from reading. </div><div>3. When she was born the first thing I noticed about my new little girl was her chin, I was actually a little sad. I was worried it would look to manly, because it's her father's chin. I now think that is one of her cutest features. I love her chin! </div><div>4. I am jealous of her relationship with her father. She has him wrapped around her finger. </div><div>5. I am so glad she is was my first born, my oldest. She is so responsible. </div><div>6. I love that she is "not into boys" yet. Or at least she doesn't let me think she is. </div><div>7. I appreciate her being my babysitter ALL THE TIME!</div><div>8. She loves roller coasters. The faster, the scarier- the better. </div><div>9. But she hates being behind the boat. The faster, the scarier- she'll have no part of it. </div><div>10. She is an athlete. I love watching her try her best. But I mostly love seeing her interact with the her teammates. </div><div>11. She is so pretty. She has a natural beauty about her that scares me. Her big eyes, and beautiful smile. </div><div>12. She's a good, caring friend. If I was in Jr. High I would want to be her friend. </div><div>13. I love her more than she probably knows. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32uuMjtpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-FtF5U3kBnU/s1600-h/100_0902.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32uuMjtpI/AAAAAAAAAdM/-FtF5U3kBnU/s400/100_0902.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300163619020060306" /></a><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32uBPTztI/AAAAAAAAAdE/0gi8ZTzqbeA/s1600-h/100_0900.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32uBPTztI/AAAAAAAAAdE/0gi8ZTzqbeA/s400/100_0900.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300163606952005330" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32t9SxoaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2ZlC7p1nVM4/s1600-h/100_0899.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32t9SxoaI/AAAAAAAAAc8/2ZlC7p1nVM4/s400/100_0899.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300163605892800930" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32t7sgXbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/T2Kt-OvmhQE/s1600-h/100_0884.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32t7sgXbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/T2Kt-OvmhQE/s400/100_0884.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300163605463850418" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32trtrQxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8zL90x0bSQI/s1600-h/100_0873.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SY32trtrQxI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8zL90x0bSQI/s400/100_0873.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300163601173791506" /></a><br /></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-67912092309061398092009-01-27T11:08:00.001-08:002009-01-27T11:40:51.731-08:00The cords that run our life...<div>Last weekend we took a quick trip down to Las Vegas for Regan's dad's retirement party. It was so nice to get out of the cloudy, smoggy, cold weather, and be somewhere you could actually be outside for more than a minute. I love getting together with his family. They are great. </div><div>I do have to say, I do have one complaint for the weekend. I know its not that serious, but it's mine. CORDS AND CHARGERS. I hate 'em. If I heard one more time, "Mom, do you know where my charger is?" I was going to kill myself. </div><div>Let me share the inventory with you: (keep in mind, we were gone away from our home for less than 48 hours)</div><div>-3 phones with their accompanied chargers</div><div>-3 ipods with one computer chargers and one wall charger, </div><div>-3 sets of headphones (more cords)</div><div>-2 Nintendo DS's with one wall charger and one car charger</div><div>-1 laptop with charger</div><div>-2 cameras, one charger</div><div>-1 aux cord to hook ipod to car stereo</div><div>-1 dual headphone port (so 2 can watch the 2" movie on the ipod)</div><div><br /></div><div>More and more cords. Everywhere I looked there where cords. And every child was looking for his or her cord. </div><div>I obviously have issues. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SX9b7R0V1uI/AAAAAAAAAck/1t_QGn3HnAs/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SX9b7R0V1uI/AAAAAAAAAck/1t_QGn3HnAs/s400/DSC00841.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296052760764339938" /></a><br /><div>I took this picture after unloading "the backpack". </div><div>* It does not include any of Madi's cords. I guess she likes to keep hers separate. </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-10547296102228574152009-01-12T12:29:00.000-08:002009-01-12T12:50:07.936-08:00Schools back in session<div>So today was the first day of the Spring semester at the community college. And after taking the Fall semester off, I did not want to go back. But here I go again, slowly pluggin along. </div><div>I am taking my last 3 pre-requisites, and then I wait. </div><div>The good news is, here is my classroom for all my classes:</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWup-ao6ayI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZJ5VJ8qpdXU/s1600-h/DSC00832.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWup-ao6ayI/AAAAAAAAAcA/ZJ5VJ8qpdXU/s400/DSC00832.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290509077044685602" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Doesn't it look so....comfy? </div><div>Well just after this morning, with my 7am chat session, I think I've had a little eye opener. Online classes may be harder than I thought. YIKES! </div><div><br /></div><div>Wish me luck. </div><div><br /></div><div>I'll keep you updated on if I end up dropping one of my classes. </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-85240964846660545142009-01-06T11:27:00.001-08:002009-01-06T12:04:52.158-08:002008 A year in review...<div>January </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO30zRn0NI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7NfTf_sY7iY/s1600-h/DSC00265.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO30zRn0NI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7NfTf_sY7iY/s400/DSC00265.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288272505208295634" /></a><div><br /></div><div>February<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3WotS-pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aNoKA6t3StY/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3WotS-pI/AAAAAAAAAbo/aNoKA6t3StY/s400/DSC00287.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288271986975505042" /></a></div><div>March- Not sure what we were doing???</div><div>April<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3WDNG8WI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mG-CQ74KwZ4/s1600-h/DSC00308.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3WDNG8WI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mG-CQ74KwZ4/s400/DSC00308.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288271976908386658" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>May<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3V-7BGbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kUdNTH3L_EU/s1600-h/DSC00454.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3V-7BGbI/AAAAAAAAAbY/kUdNTH3L_EU/s400/DSC00454.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288271975758764466" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>June- Lake Powell, family trip<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3VfdcE9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9BEACh9FUC4/s1600-h/IMG_1970.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3VfdcE9I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/9BEACh9FUC4/s400/IMG_1970.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288271967313204178" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>July- Flaming Gorge <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3VFefLUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DjQUi-S8GHI/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO3VFefLUI/AAAAAAAAAbI/DjQUi-S8GHI/s400/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288271960338279746" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>August <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1MWdpjTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BW-det6NY9c/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1MWdpjTI/AAAAAAAAAbA/BW-det6NY9c/s400/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288269611256089906" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>September<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1L3or8eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g3xKK1FQv1c/s1600-h/DSC00715.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1L3or8eI/AAAAAAAAAa4/g3xKK1FQv1c/s400/DSC00715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288269602980884962" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Halloween<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1KzKxCII/AAAAAAAAAaw/HhvBwLwHbMs/s1600-h/DSC00791.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1KzKxCII/AAAAAAAAAaw/HhvBwLwHbMs/s400/DSC00791.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288269584601778306" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>November-Day after Thanksgiving<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1KcFJdlI/AAAAAAAAAao/vTVMhV6GMTo/s1600-h/DSC_0908.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1KcFJdlI/AAAAAAAAAao/vTVMhV6GMTo/s400/DSC_0908.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288269578404197970" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>December- Christmas Eve<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1KAECQlI/AAAAAAAAAag/6ynYLNqQLiE/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SWO1KAECQlI/AAAAAAAAAag/6ynYLNqQLiE/s400/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288269570883338834" /></a><br /></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-22151358226302535942008-12-09T12:58:00.000-08:002008-12-09T13:18:47.022-08:00A+ for mommy<div>So Jack had a small bout of the stomach flu this week. Not good!!! Anyway, whenever someone gets sick at our house I always feel like its a challenge on my cleaning skills. If I can stop the spread of the germs after just one kid, I have won. </div><div>So last night after scouring bathrooms, sanitizing anything that would hold still, and washing towels & bedding all day long, Tyson and I had a conversation a little something like this:</div><div><br /></div><div>T- Wow mom!!! Who did this to the bathroom? </div><div>M- Well I did it Tyson.</div><div>T- Man, it is so clean... Mom, you deserve an A+</div><div><br /></div><div>Geez, I love this kid...</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/ST7cgfMVz1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/DEyGrFuVA3M/s1600-h/DSC_0631.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/ST7cgfMVz1I/AAAAAAAAAZk/DEyGrFuVA3M/s400/DSC_0631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277898264011984722" /></a>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-3639832774734376802008-11-30T12:08:00.000-08:002008-11-30T13:52:33.698-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY THANKSGIVING </div><div style="text-align: center;">from The Brooks'</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/STLzSJIZgLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PNEHi9Bs7vc/s1600-h/DSC_0450.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/STLzSJIZgLI/AAAAAAAAAZc/PNEHi9Bs7vc/s400/DSC_0450.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274545606618611890" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>Here are just a few of our stats:</div><div>Number of days with the family- 5</div><div>Number of people- 31</div><div>Number of garbage bags filled- 25</div><div>Number of homemade pies- 18</div><div>Number of pounds of butter used in cooking- 8</div><div>Being together with family over the holidays- PRICELESS!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>Regan's family only see's each other once a year. There's alot of people and it's alot of work from everyone, but it is all worth it. I am so thankful for being part of this great family. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1801439850969308767&site=widget-5f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1801439850969308767&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p1/1801439850969308767/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1801439850969308767&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p2/1801439850969308767/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1801439850969308767&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-5f.slide.com/p4/1801439850969308767/bb_t024_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-29851169544189996552008-11-21T07:18:00.001-08:002008-11-21T07:50:16.489-08:00Bloody Ute fans...<div style="text-align: center;">They sneak through the night like pirates. They spread their wickedness everywhere they go. OJ barely got out alive. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SSbR6XdXUlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8IhfZQ42N8Q/s1600-h/DSC00805.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SSbR6XdXUlI/AAAAAAAAAX0/8IhfZQ42N8Q/s400/DSC00805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271131214543540818" /></a><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">They try to brain-wash the young. Not only their young, but the young innocent minds of children raised in a home that values a school with high moral standards. <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SSbR6HfKs6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/JBktWADn--w/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SSbR6HfKs6I/AAAAAAAAAXs/JBktWADn--w/s400/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271131210256135074" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And the lies, ohh the lies... Even my 6 yr. old can spot a lie. "Mom, they said Utah is #1 but really they are #12." </div><div style="text-align: center;">(don't worry, Regan corrected him and told him because they have been so lucky, they are #7 now.)</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SSbR5nIR5WI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bLMxpGBdfwE/s1600-h/DSC00806.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SSbR5nIR5WI/AAAAAAAAAXk/bLMxpGBdfwE/s400/DSC00806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271131201570202978" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We know who you are and where you sleep. But because of who we are and who we support, revenge is not in our vocabulary. Instead I think we will go pray for you. May god have mercy on your souls...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yeah right, you better put the dogs inside tonight if you don't want them to be blue...</div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-1498122902607958162008-11-03T21:11:00.000-08:002008-11-03T21:43:29.585-08:00New Cabinets!!!<div>Just wanted to give a quick shout out to COPPER CANYON DESIGN..."can I get a woo-woo?"</div><div><br /></div><div>We've been in our house for a little over a year and it's finally starting to "not" look like a new house with bare walls, and no decorations. Our friend and neighbor is starting up his own cabinet company, and can I just tell you how pleased I am with his work, it is amazing. Sorry my pics aren't that great...and decorations are still coming! </div><div>If any of you are even thinking about doing any wood work in your home, he's your man!!!<br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQ_attZ4IrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L_Mnr77l0OA/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQ_attZ4IrI/AAAAAAAAAXY/L_Mnr77l0OA/s400/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666968236499634" /></a><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQ_atUYmBpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MqbaevGvnQw/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQ_atUYmBpI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/MqbaevGvnQw/s400/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264666961520232082" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>For a good before picture you can go to my May post "not funny" </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-7906908182201914832008-10-26T16:46:00.000-07:002008-10-26T17:09:45.832-07:00The Freaks come out at night!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUDTl9oxMI/AAAAAAAAATE/VKFGFiN5Kik/s1600-h/DSC00755.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUDTl9oxMI/AAAAAAAAATE/VKFGFiN5Kik/s400/DSC00755.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261615374795326658" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">So we were invited to a Halloween party this past weekend, and were supposed to dress up as villians. How'd we do? </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our kids were going non-stop today, and it finally caught up with them. This is what we came home to. (I promise we do have beds for them). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUDUNVPOBI/AAAAAAAAATM/3-BAf65prfo/s1600-h/DSC00784.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUDUNVPOBI/AAAAAAAAATM/3-BAf65prfo/s400/DSC00784.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261615385363298322" /></a> <br /><br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUCg_aPH6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wmFUGLabiUc/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUCg_aPH6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wmFUGLabiUc/s400/DSC00783.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261614505452838818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUChUvVY7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OmaHhmbiMKY/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>If this doesn't give the child nightmares I don't know what would.</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUChUvVY7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OmaHhmbiMKY/s1600-h/DSC00789.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUChUvVY7I/AAAAAAAAAS8/OmaHhmbiMKY/s400/DSC00789.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261614511178474418" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SQUCg_aPH6I/AAAAAAAAAS0/wmFUGLabiUc/s1600-h/DSC00783.JPG"></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-52576447413805460992008-10-21T13:00:00.000-07:002008-10-21T13:19:39.773-07:00PHOTO TAG<div>Well I thought I was done doing tags for a little bit. But in attempt to show my little sister that I still do love her, I thought I would concede. And plus it's kinda fun to see. </div><div>So here it is Holly...my fourth picture from my fourth folder on my computer. :) </div><div>I have my folders set up by the years starting in 2002... I guess we as a family didn't exist before then. </div><div>So this picture was taken February of 2005 while on our cruise to the Western Caribbean. We went with some of Regan's siblings and friends. We had a blast. </div><div>Can you find us? Hint...I am wearing a hat. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SP41ovLE6aI/AAAAAAAAASc/5iCK0AJ5NYc/s1600-h/100_0608.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SP41ovLE6aI/AAAAAAAAASc/5iCK0AJ5NYc/s400/100_0608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259700388789283234" /></a>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-86967838220571586242008-10-13T13:37:00.000-07:002008-10-13T13:54:30.802-07:00What, Snow ??<div>We are so not ready for winter yet. Tyson was not happy with me this morning when I made him wear his coat from last year. Not that I blame him, that thing could not be comfortable. </div><div> </div><div>I guess I need to come to terms that as much as I would like him to stay small, he's not going to. It's physically impossible.</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SPOxvIYbZvI/AAAAAAAAASU/sv_4Oye0wMw/s1600-h/DSC00737.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SPOxvIYbZvI/AAAAAAAAASU/sv_4Oye0wMw/s400/DSC00737.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256740613333411570" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div>And for all of you family and friends who haven't seen snow yet this year, and probably won't unless you come visit, please just keep all your comments to yourself! </div><div><br /></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-71576099335789637852008-10-09T10:17:00.000-07:002008-11-03T21:33:39.348-08:00Stupid Cat<div>Now I know some of you may look at our family and think to yourself, "Wow their clothes always look so nice and clean, and smell so fresh." "I wonder what her laundry secrets are?" Well today is your lucky day. It's really quite simple....</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO49x3kh4HI/AAAAAAAAARs/cGNokdbQPN4/s1600-h/DSC00733.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO49x3kh4HI/AAAAAAAAARs/cGNokdbQPN4/s400/DSC00733.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255205742127997042" /></a><div><br /></div><div>So this morning I went down to get something out of the dryer, and surprise my cat has found a new bed. He looked up at me with this look of "What the hell do you want?" Yes, I have lost all control.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come to think of it...I think my mother-in-law once killed a cat this way. Hmmmm... I've got to go do some laundry!</div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-62699480480293775552008-10-08T13:32:00.000-07:002008-10-08T13:54:16.959-07:00I love the Fall<div>In attempts to help my color-blind husband see the changing leaves we went for a drive up the canyon. He thought if he was up closer he could see the different colors, I'm not sure it helped, but I enjoyed it. It was so beautiful. It made me very grateful for where we live. </div><div>We thought we were just going to do the Alpine Loop, (start from American Fork canyon and end up coming out in Provo) but somehow took a wrong turn along the way and ended up in the back side of Midway. </div><div>These pictures really don't do the scenery justice. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO0ZiSI993I/AAAAAAAAARU/QlSBXIhQDUc/s1600-h/DSC00727.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO0ZiSI993I/AAAAAAAAARU/QlSBXIhQDUc/s400/DSC00727.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254884416986937202" /></a><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO0ZimKb3PI/AAAAAAAAARc/wDfAkwXDW-A/s1600-h/DSC00732.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO0ZimKb3PI/AAAAAAAAARc/wDfAkwXDW-A/s400/DSC00732.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254884422361799922" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO0ZimxRTjI/AAAAAAAAARk/v4_bvKjqRjA/s1600-h/DSC00729.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SO0ZimxRTjI/AAAAAAAAARk/v4_bvKjqRjA/s400/DSC00729.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254884422524685874" /></a><br /></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-58679198398161927612008-09-29T07:44:00.000-07:002008-09-29T11:20:36.164-07:00Saturdays in the Fall:<div>I just wanted to quickly share with you how our Saturdays are being spent. There's no sleeping in, no running errands, no cleaning the house. Just sports, and more sports. </div><div>Anyone want to play????</div><div><br /></div><div>Soccer is usually first thing in the morning. </div><div>This is Tyson's first year playing anything. We were feeling a little guilty just making him watch his siblings play.</div><div> On the other hand he was getting really good at his hand held video games! :)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsyT1_P0I/AAAAAAAAARM/irqbU8dhD2w/s1600-h/Hannah+soccer+027.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsyT1_P0I/AAAAAAAAARM/irqbU8dhD2w/s400/Hannah+soccer+027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251457514578329410" /></a><div><br /></div><div>Check out that form. I think we got a natural.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQBZlABI/AAAAAAAAAQk/humj_vOhR3c/s1600-h/Hannah+soccer+016.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQBZlABI/AAAAAAAAAQk/humj_vOhR3c/s400/Hannah+soccer+016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251456925511778322" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Then we have Regan's football, ohh I mean Jack's. This is his second year playing and Regan's second year of coaching. I am not sure who really enjoys it more. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQDY938I/AAAAAAAAAQs/CGHyjMcOync/s1600-h/DSC00723.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQDY938I/AAAAAAAAAQs/CGHyjMcOync/s400/DSC00723.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251456926046085058" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQVAYCGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WrD5HI7kirk/s1600-h/DSC00726.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQVAYCGI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WrD5HI7kirk/s400/DSC00726.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251456930774780002" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And then we you think you've just about had enough football for the day, I've got this to compete with. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQxzcy2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KYUtkhXWOJs/s1600-h/DSC00188.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsQxzcy2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/KYUtkhXWOJs/s400/DSC00188.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251456938505194338" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsRWqYYKI/AAAAAAAAARE/iJgxaV_WeW4/s1600-h/DSC00202.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SODsRWqYYKI/AAAAAAAAARE/iJgxaV_WeW4/s400/DSC00202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251456948399268002" /></a></div><div>And that's all I have to say about that. Don't even get me started. </div><div><br /></div><div>I would just like to take this moment to thank Madison's coaches for giving us Saturdays off. We'll take those those double-headers on Wednesday nights and practices on Mon. & Fri. anyday. </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-16253534614096157152008-09-24T07:44:00.000-07:002008-09-26T07:32:30.938-07:00So you think you can dance????<div><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><img src="webkit-fake-url://5D878169-30DD-41A7-A16B-4EA26DF3137F/450x337_image03_08082008.jpg" alt="450x337_image03_08082008.jpg" /></p><p></p></div>Old Marinda- never watched the show, not a fan, and never thought about it twice. <div>New Marinda (with a little help from my friends)- love the show, huge fan, and now wish in my second life, to come back as a hip-hop dancer. </div><div><br /></div><div>So you think you can dance came to concert last night. It was so fun to watch these dancers perform live. They truly are amazing. They make it look so easy. So easy that even a bunch of 30+ year olds think they could possibly do it themselves. </div><div>Anyway...Thanks for the fun night girls. Regan and I will get practicing on our dance. </div><div><br /></div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SNqcZTBj3fI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/raoe8Yf_PDY/s400/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249680274071215602" /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well in honor of SYTYCD, I have changed my playlist to play some of the music from some of my favorite dances of the season. Enjoy. Can you remember the dance that goes with the song?<br /></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-41354236257964328772008-09-15T08:13:00.001-07:002008-09-15T08:59:27.584-07:00FACE CANYON<div>One of the days we decided to just go "exploring" up one the arms of the lake. It turned out to be something so amazing. </div><div><br /></div><div>Let me give a rundown of the experience.</div><div>You get the boat in as far as it goes. You then try and secure it to?? rocks?, I guess. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-3f9JtQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aQPh1ohfisQ/s1600-h/n1350153711_78708_8055.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-3f9JtQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/aQPh1ohfisQ/s400/n1350153711_78708_8055.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246270107869099266" /></a><div><br /></div><div>You then start swimming. You really can't see what's beyond the next bend or how long your swim is going to be, you just go and hope you can make it. Some of us were smart and grabbed their life jackets, some were not. Me being not one of the smart ones, was pretty tired at the end of our 30 minute swim. </div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-3tZTBoI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AKODtFOVIuY/s1600-h/n1350153711_78709_8479.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-3tZTBoI/AAAAAAAAAPw/AKODtFOVIuY/s400/n1350153711_78709_8479.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246270111476811394" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>The water finally came to an end. And we started to hike. Please keep in mind we have no idea what is going to be at the end of this adventure. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-37ZhD2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/15OR24Gg98M/s1600-h/DSC00640.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-37ZhD2I/AAAAAAAAAP4/15OR24Gg98M/s400/DSC00640.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246270115235827554" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Canyon is still pretty wide at this point. Not looking too exciting. We keep hiking, in our swimsuits. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-4I6B0vI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D-8TSBkIRVs/s1600-h/DSC00643.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-4I6B0vI/AAAAAAAAAQA/D-8TSBkIRVs/s400/DSC00643.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246270118861853426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Canyon walls starting to get taller and more narrow. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-4epmPFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VrbTI61OiZU/s1600-h/DSC00644.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM5-4epmPFI/AAAAAAAAAQI/VrbTI61OiZU/s400/DSC00644.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246270124698516562" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And then just around one last final bend, we are in this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59mSLLX3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/tjpkuEnDNHo/s1600-h/DSC00658.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59mSLLX3I/AAAAAAAAAPA/tjpkuEnDNHo/s400/DSC00658.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268712600428402" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59mq1XnnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vMn0Oxn5Wvs/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59mq1XnnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/vMn0Oxn5Wvs/s400/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268719219842674" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59ndh05kI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VhTJrVO2Wis/s1600-h/n1350153711_78703_6191.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59ndh05kI/AAAAAAAAAPY/VhTJrVO2Wis/s400/n1350153711_78703_6191.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268732828083778" /></a></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59nrf0YWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Ynz9KR6Bg8/s1600-h/n1350153711_78704_6558.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM59nrf0YWI/AAAAAAAAAPg/9Ynz9KR6Bg8/s400/n1350153711_78704_6558.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246268736577757538" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I loved it. It was definitely one of the highlights of the trip. </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-91377178945856883972008-09-14T17:49:00.001-07:002008-09-15T08:10:03.618-07:00Back to life...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20tRprnWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fbrAx1-MQE4/s1600-h/DSC00639.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20tRprnWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fbrAx1-MQE4/s400/DSC00639.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047830881836386" /></a> <div><br /></div><div>Back to the real world. Back to being mom and dad again. Back to the kids, house, jobs... Back to life. </div><div><br /></div><div>This is one of the trips we look forward to most all year long. It is a week long trip to Lake Powell with no kids. It is heaven. The biggest decision of the day is whether to do an early morning wake-board session or just lay in bed and wait for the afternoon session. Maybe even both!</div><div><br /></div><div>Much thanks to all those who helped make this possible-- My mom, Regan's mom, friends to help chauffeur kids around- We love you all so much. </div><div><br /></div><div>Here are just a few of the pictures that shows what adults do while the kids are away: <br /><div><br /></div><div>Build sand castles...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20Cootg_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/hTzmGOYvnss/s1600-h/DSC00699.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20Cootg_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/hTzmGOYvnss/s400/DSC00699.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047098317407218" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Ride the wave runner as fast as we want... No kids screaming to slow down!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20C8PSn7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/IbbdmQgEros/s1600-h/CIMG1476.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20C8PSn7I/AAAAAAAAAOg/IbbdmQgEros/s400/CIMG1476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047103579496370" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Be irresponsible and jump off cliffs... (That is Regan up there on top with Peter. Can you see him?)</div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20DN_qZjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/whiNuJVo3H8/s1600-h/CIMG1421.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20DN_qZjI/AAAAAAAAAOo/whiNuJVo3H8/s400/CIMG1421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047108345783858" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Be lazy....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20DQzycLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XTQEOd-87h4/s1600-h/CIMG1388.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM20DQzycLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/XTQEOd-87h4/s400/CIMG1388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246047109101285554" /></a></div><div><br />Sing...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2ygTP7g8I/AAAAAAAAANw/Nk6FLHieKP8/s1600-h/DSC00676.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2ygTP7g8I/AAAAAAAAANw/Nk6FLHieKP8/s400/DSC00676.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045408949142466" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Wake-board and then wake-board some more...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2ygoJakuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dYe9woBVnik/s1600-h/DSC00682.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2ygoJakuI/AAAAAAAAAN4/dYe9woBVnik/s400/DSC00682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045414558962402" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>Flirt...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2yg7iGqqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_4yE5wYzM90/s1600-h/DSC00695.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2yg7iGqqI/AAAAAAAAAOA/_4yE5wYzM90/s400/DSC00695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045419762789026" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>And my favorite...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2yhbskpDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/o30HkfAAsvE/s1600-h/n1350153711_78695_2841.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SM2yhbskpDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/o30HkfAAsvE/s400/n1350153711_78695_2841.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246045428396631090" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I am going to do another post dedicated to a hiking trip that we did one of the days. The pictures will blow your mind. It was so unbelievable. Watch for it!!!</div></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-71749537391124036682008-08-27T08:00:00.000-07:002008-08-27T08:14:46.682-07:00Tyson's first day!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SLVsfGYn31I/AAAAAAAAANg/LYnTjPzXUtA/s1600-h/DSC00633.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SLVsfGYn31I/AAAAAAAAANg/LYnTjPzXUtA/s400/DSC00633.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239213023061073746" /></a><br />"I will not cry... I will not cry." "Where are they going? Why won't they let parents in the room with them? What are they doing in there?" "Don't worry Tyson I will be right here waiting for you." - thoughts that were going through my head. <div><br /><div><div>What's going on? Who am I? Someone please smack me. I have never been "that mom" until now. Help! </div><div><br /></div></div></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-64430628072532707732008-08-20T07:58:00.000-07:002008-08-20T08:43:51.333-07:00Happy Birthday Jack<div>YIPPEE! Today is Jack's official birthday. He is 9 years old. We celebrated his birthday last Saturday by inviting a few friends over for a little pool party. He had a blast. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw2wsnnWnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZD7JzmiRWt0/s1600-h/DSC00608.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw2wsnnWnI/AAAAAAAAAM4/ZD7JzmiRWt0/s400/DSC00608.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620676963981938" /></a><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw2xOpIC3I/AAAAAAAAANA/dBoWooNY2wo/s400/DSC00613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620686097124210" /><div><br /></div><div>Here a just a few of my favorite pictures of Jack through the past 9 years. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw20xUsjEI/AAAAAAAAANI/tiyjWwdYj5U/s1600-h/000_0042.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw20xUsjEI/AAAAAAAAANI/tiyjWwdYj5U/s400/000_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620746946284610" /></a></div><div>4yrs. old- with a pretty decent swing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw21niH80I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-eNqJ_vFKsM/s1600-h/100_0236.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw21niH80I/AAAAAAAAANQ/-eNqJ_vFKsM/s400/100_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620761498121026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw22AfnwxI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y_bu4LTP0sA/s1600-h/100_0243_1.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw22AfnwxI/AAAAAAAAANY/Y_bu4LTP0sA/s400/100_0243_1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236620768198509330" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1YYWOH4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hHY06URzPUQ/s1600-h/100_0248.1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1YYWOH4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/hHY06URzPUQ/s400/100_0248.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619159693827970" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1YqWfJXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jYJSLgdmfqg/s1600-h/100_0893.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1YqWfJXI/AAAAAAAAAMY/jYJSLgdmfqg/s400/100_0893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619164526781810" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1aTjV-fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5m8WrDKmS7I/s1600-h/100_1641.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1aTjV-fI/AAAAAAAAAMg/5m8WrDKmS7I/s400/100_1641.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619192766429682" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>This is the closest thing Tyson will ever get to a real hug.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1bNCjewI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q0Yxp2_TT2g/s1600-h/100_1655.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1bNCjewI/AAAAAAAAAMo/Q0Yxp2_TT2g/s400/100_1655.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619208198159106" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1c3-ztyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vTP4zLfnSQw/s1600-h/DSC00391.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKw1c3-ztyI/AAAAAAAAAMw/vTP4zLfnSQw/s400/DSC00391.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236619236905039650" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Jack...what can I say, except for I love you for who you are. You make me smile, and cry, laugh, and sing. Happy Birthday dude!</div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-13050563851957367732008-08-18T07:41:00.001-07:002008-08-18T07:47:22.746-07:001 down...2 to go!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKmKbYHChsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5efyodKMkFs/s1600-h/DSC00631.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKmKbYHChsI/AAAAAAAAAMI/5efyodKMkFs/s400/DSC00631.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235868244727989954" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">JACK'S FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!!!! </div><div style="text-align: left;">AND THAT'S ALL I'VE GOT TO SAY ABOUT THAT. </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-27853139968509378242008-08-13T14:42:00.000-07:002008-08-13T15:34:39.857-07:00What...It's August 13th already?<div>Ok so this last month of summer is just flying by, without a minute to blog a thing. So this post is just to give you the highlights of whats been happening with the Brooks bunch. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">First weekend in August</span> Regan and I went on a quick little trip to Seattle. He went for something to do with his work...I think it had something to do with the male anatomy and some sort of a sling...I don't know, and I don't want to know???? </div><div><br /></div><div>The medical supply company that was sponsoring this whole weekend took us to some pretty fancy restaurants, but this lunch place was by far the most fun. Thats right...no utensils needed!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXMFk0B2I/AAAAAAAAALg/QEuNPIr2Cc8/s1600-h/DSC00580.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXMFk0B2I/AAAAAAAAALg/QEuNPIr2Cc8/s400/DSC00580.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234123057101277026" /></a><div><br /></div><div>The Farmers street market- I could not get enough of the beautiful flowers. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXM5tZZGI/AAAAAAAAALo/dGY8KwBunts/s1600-h/DSC00592.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXM5tZZGI/AAAAAAAAALo/dGY8KwBunts/s400/DSC00592.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234123071095923810" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">August 5th</span>- We celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary. It was a wonderful day. I started it off by taking my anatomy final and then finished the day reading Breaking Dawn while Regan was coaching Jacks football practice... It must be love ... </div><div><br /></div><div>This was the oldest "couple picture" I could find on this computer. We are in the process of transferring all our old photos from our old computer (that is stored somewhere down in the dungeon basement) to our mac. Please be patient. </div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXNXwHKzI/AAAAAAAAALw/2X1KJ_LJlyI/s1600-h/100_1328.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXNXwHKzI/AAAAAAAAALw/2X1KJ_LJlyI/s400/100_1328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234123079160376114" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">August 7</span>- finally got our truck back from Vernal only to have it break down again two days later. So yes the truck is still in the shop, but hopefully the brains here in Salt Lake will be able to figure it out. </div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">August 8-10th</span> - I was able to sneak away to Dallas to meet the new addition to the Davis family. Baby #2 finally made it. Welcome Aiden. This was the first time I had been to see my little sister since she moved there 2 years ago. I was glad I was able to go and help Holly try and adjust to two. It will take some work, but I know you can do it Holly!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXPWmvxYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_0lqIQP9tyE/s1600-h/aiden4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXPWmvxYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/_0lqIQP9tyE/s400/aiden4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234123113212396930" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>He really is a sweetheart. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXP9FeKNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SDeT_PWpjCc/s1600-h/100_1760.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SKNXP9FeKNI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SDeT_PWpjCc/s400/100_1760.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234123123541813458" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">August 11th</span>- Madi's gone to girls camp and I miss her sooo!!!</div><div><br /></div><div>As fast as it is all passing by, I find myself still counting down the days until school starts. As much as I love the summer, and love my kids, I am mostly concerned with their education (and maybe my sanity) :)</div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-13707004694012635482008-07-30T09:12:00.000-07:002008-07-30T16:23:21.176-07:00July 24th weekend- One for the books!<div>I've got to make this quick because Regan thinks I am studying for my finals this week. But I just had to post some pictures and thank everyone who shared with us an amazing, unforgettable weekend. It wouldn't have been the same without you all. That's for sure, because we would still be stranded there. (don't worry the pictures say it all.) </div><div><br /></div><div>Just a quick shout out to all our dear friends- thank you for all you do for me and my little family. Thank you for opening up to us and accepting us as we are. And especially for your help over the weekend. You guys are all great!!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">FLAMING GORGE-</div><div>These were just some of my favorite pictures from the week. </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCU_V6ehPI/AAAAAAAAALY/NK6BRGdfV6M/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCU_V6ehPI/AAAAAAAAALY/NK6BRGdfV6M/s400/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228842983312229618" /></a><div>One of the days we switched in the Master Craft for a raft. The scenery was breath-taking!</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUSafL5eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SyDKtpbNj08/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUSafL5eI/AAAAAAAAAKw/SyDKtpbNj08/s400/DSC00566.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228842211445827042" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUTFe7xlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/y79USzDETEM/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUTFe7xlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/y79USzDETEM/s400/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228842222987494994" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUTfP9N-I/AAAAAAAAALA/SSV_GUQlAVI/s1600-h/IMG_2326.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUTfP9N-I/AAAAAAAAALA/SSV_GUQlAVI/s400/IMG_2326.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228842229903996898" /></a><br />My favorite thing about this picture is that Holly (in the pink) looks like she's got it figured out.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUUdVoSFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/INYOp6bfgY8/s1600-h/IMG_2344.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SJCUUdVoSFI/AAAAAAAAALQ/INYOp6bfgY8/s400/IMG_2344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228842246570788946" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>We ended up having the truck towed to Vernal, friends tow the boat home, and the kids and stuff dispersed between 4 families. But we got home!</div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-23849476792744380352008-07-21T16:44:00.000-07:002008-07-21T16:59:32.234-07:00Welcome, Parker Florence Wilson<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIUiQvWlohI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D-SqEtuC4BI/s1600-h/100_1966.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIUiQvWlohI/AAAAAAAAAKY/D-SqEtuC4BI/s400/100_1966.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225620613617787410" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIUiQv851sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0TWyZs5r8UU/s1600-h/100_1980.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIUiQv851sI/AAAAAAAAAKg/0TWyZs5r8UU/s400/100_1980.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225620613778495170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIUiRNivlEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W1qgUVFqneA/s1600-h/100_1975.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIUiRNivlEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/W1qgUVFqneA/s400/100_1975.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225620621721834562" /></a><br />The Davis family is growing. We were expecting two new additions this August 9th. <div>New baby #1 is finally here. New baby #2, anyday (right Holly). </div><div>Our new little niece, Parker, just made her grand entrance. She came a few weeks early, and is having, what they think, a little bout of pneumonia . She is in the NICU, but is doing well. </div><div>I can't wait to get up there to see you guys and to hold her. </div><div><br /></div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4251521462298126076.post-85784196232443876752008-07-18T15:03:00.001-07:002008-07-18T15:31:43.246-07:00Happy Birthday ReganIsn't one of the joys about having a blog, the fact that we can embarrass those we love. <div><br /></div><div>I found these pictures among all the things my mother-in-law had been saving for the one who would one day marry her son. She handed them down to me, in a large manilla envelope, a few years into my marriage. (I think there may have been a tear in her eye). </div><div>I told her I will take very good care of his things (pictures, report cards, other memorabilia), try and embarrass him as much as possible with them, and then pass them down to our children. (poor Madison, she will probably just burn them.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Anyway... Regan had a birthday this week. Happy Birthday honey. And just to make him feel young again I thought I would dig up these photos to help him remember his youth. </div><div>Please forgive the poor quality, it was the best i could do. (I am working on my computer skills, I promise.)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Baby Regan- he swears he had red hair as a baby. I think it's just bad lighting!</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIEV9IihqYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/ii9Kz8ijLHU/s400/DSC00557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224481182734985602" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Check out the sideburns on this kid. I think he probably had to start shaving at age 8. And nothing says early 80's than a double posed picture. </div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIEV9kk20xI/AAAAAAAAAKI/FB4vWAWc0Lk/s400/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224481190260953874" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Ok Regan the mystery is solved. "why does Jack always pull his pants and his shorts up so high?" He got it from his father. Go get 'em slugger!</div><div><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fohiJtlbSLE/SIEV-IeBNaI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ibczCtoeQnI/s400/DSC00558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224481199895950754" /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Happy Birthday Regan. I love you so much. </div>Marindahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02528145911185380411noreply@blogger.com6