tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-203409532024-03-13T17:46:41.594-05:00This is my question...MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.comBlogger96125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-57842624972737729342008-12-03T16:31:00.037-05:002008-12-04T15:10:53.043-05:00Blessed Event!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;">Michal & Courtney Owens</span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;">November 8, 2008</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275699425454486274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-F88EQKAgbqTAPv0LslkG5SZPchEsb0bo9hDpG_RLVeMEZuf8eVajtJdnMuI2ZHACpHN4v0Po_UJp7mWswq_s9NmMhSPBL6gIntBJVW2GUKLhRZyTP1mDnybPAVVQMBfq8opuSg/s320/Snap7.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">We have a new member in our family... a new daughter-in-law, and another Mrs. Owens!! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I have wanted to do an update on the blessed event sooner but as usual, life got in the way and more time passed than I realized! Then with Thanksgiving and guests visiting, it has still been a whirlwind!</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It was a beautiful wedding and and the setting was picturesque. The weather was actually pretty good for November, just a little chilly and overcast at one point, but thankfully no rain.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697174853899810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0-DAob5lWPuHMfw6sqDZLMEiADDavflGkcRf1-Q0tCp8HdM9bz2lx1TVAQo1oAPLDHWu2cbh0cQ-uXmmqdqPUIMmVx2pAycQS9pEJZZqNiqnHRbPP8GXmkqFjjhJ1_jdZ98HZDQ/s320/002.jpg" border="0" />Courtney did a great job planning the wedding and really worked hard on all the details. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">She was an absolutely gorgeous bride: <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697810273360002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_rXi89vq9nNT_aqZhtD9ROexbkeIQ4rhDXWU5tfJsfZj7C3q2fj3UhqWnTvtMQkU_whlmX3InuIDa38LShNTF99dSErh6lNHqX933RIESwscoXlYDKO0hxOoFO7z6maRBvQ5lpQ/s320/070.jpg" border="0" />We were so proud of both her and Michal on their special day. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I really enjoyed the whole weekend, and I was pleased that our part of the festivities (the rehearsal dinner) went as well as it did. </span><span style="font-family:arial;">The rehearsal venue was at the Piedmont Country Club and they did a great job on the early "Thanksgiving dinner." The idea of a Thanksgiving dinner was all about the middle son, because it is his favorite meal of all time! (A little unconventional but it really turned out well.) For entertainment, we watched the slide show that Courtney's sister, Lindsey, and I helped put together that had various pictures of the couple, both now and as kids. There was quite the selection of pictures of them both!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">H</span><span style="font-family:arial;">ere is the bridal couple at the rehearsal dinner:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275699526730790562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdRJPzDWMlx3qiowLzW2pZTaTAR87PV4RBJcuC-yqDvpsoavvLPcTooLtZyXvM91kRXIJHcundirszxF4Fr7c7DvVcqTwQhz1CuECXlUp-AxQL_zFViv3LGtdSfk97Yly9g06MFQ/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">And here they are with Tom and I:</span><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275699803285977858" 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/AVvXsEh2TNxvOuSmMYLQjQNRzMCKMfRAwhUz0eFriTxBvUv80IM9BPyh_VRrsKF-r6wUrKnpkCBw2dPsEWd8ae7YJwBKygAaRHC7W_EoZRK-sZ4P_aR_RSupEbzRiMzV4mvqaFJ_YuiqMg/s320/022.JPG" border="0" />The tables ended up looking very nice with the flower arrangements I made and I was thankful I was able to finish them in time.</span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275749112948445298" 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/AVvXsEhWG-sNX9SdSFAyTjL5Qzwdj7aVuOg6pYLxqRKMSHaKFZheMjn6DfUufPWt3zcQ6M_Od6G6s4aX4ToaOl6m_DdOiUohpQybSUpFVPkM4DZ7FujWWUTRZg0uOkSup1Pa023fFQbOYw/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">A Big Thanks! goes to my neighbor Celeste for her help because it would have been even more stressful trying to find time to do crafts and take care of the heart patient!! Fortunately, the heart patient is doing well, is back to work, still doing rehab, and did great at the wedding. It was a long day for him but he really hung in there considering it was only 6 weeks ago that his chest was opened! Here he is with his boys:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275735521618705042" 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/AVvXsEjlTDCwGlKBKyNjofpZXFkgstxlXPkTYpn32VIVDK4RwqIrZ-Ji2_1eVMbeBKhiHfo3M69M-i25qVKAped5_Djg0C0M6hX1YFKI13FzveKZOBawEmateP2cVXedXaAmU-g6DeY8-A/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">The wedding was so sweet and I loved watching the middle son on his wedding day! You can tell from the pictures that he was really happy!</span><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-UvVtAotZoTF1-KZCfnaOWugYJxgzibIhmaFo1uaz38a9JlpBq5v-zUR-yJ9UcTq6V_n5olSE8wKgqgrFQ7Q2lyKxPwIhjD6lGPOBAvbAiunUvktchvrqa24oOR-noU8B3iD8g/s1600-h/Snap15.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702858402118674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB-UvVtAotZoTF1-KZCfnaOWugYJxgzibIhmaFo1uaz38a9JlpBq5v-zUR-yJ9UcTq6V_n5olSE8wKgqgrFQ7Q2lyKxPwIhjD6lGPOBAvbAiunUvktchvrqa24oOR-noU8B3iD8g/s320/Snap15.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">The reception was a lot of fun and we all had fun dancing, eating, and celebrating. I am enclosing a link that the DJ made about the wedding lights and music. It is an "interesting" video considering it was made specifically by the DJ and is geared for other DJ's. Some of the parts are all "technical talk" but some of the parts really capture the fun and dancing and show the tables, food and fun. (fast forward the button to 1:30 to see the room and miss the driving part...)</span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:arial;">DJ Wedding <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=va6MWRwjYD8">link</a>.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">Other reception memories: </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;">He</span><span style="font-family:Arial;">re is the new couple dancing their first dance to "Unchained Melodies":</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702488012251106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSRz_fS2gD35OHqH3bTjPxfZ_Bl6PLAB6Ly4gkIiWErGicdPryck4VpFzKzJiiT-2VbjlJTBoaV0jMx9euNjvodtiZ_Mnm6Q4ih45KSbBRnWglWMtTexJb2kU8dKuZblndkzyQvg/s320/3023365114_624142acbe_b.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">And here they are having a good time on the dance floor:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702589363962770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCMdvijNavgDAJLSh7R6tcDLsrWfKaObvqIqWGoMdnOXT5XbcPaG90H4Tc-OUzsAc2-_sAmRO-JfwqeI3xlQH5oW3jPNXoccHxVjmjUdFMCvigTGTYTcXQHLAPAJW2AZPTlVha3w/s320/Snap16.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here is Michal and I doing the mother of the groom dance to "In My Life" by the Beatles. I was squeezing Michal's thumb that he thinks he broke playing football, so he kept reminding me not to squeeze his hand.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275760792756047698" 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/AVvXsEhEvn4Tnd88ipTgtC3aL_ER-11UcAVE5GF613FZcbbnk2ApKldUigczh3hRB9HpFJBsC2JOlzjbG_TGQ_dNoGZZaArzcMxsGM5EUU0rPgSJJ-YV5kXcri-_Zn8vxSAH8VZRsNR_Hw/s320/100_8639.JPG" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">It was fun to see all the family members and friends that came to help celebrate with them. They had friends and family from England, China, Costa Rica, and all over the U.S. (It was a BIG wedding!) Here is some of the rowdy group that sang kinda loud to "Almost Heaven, West Virginia!" That song was a blast!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702352821816434" 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/AVvXsEj0EALTJM7hBZOO3CJOICAqRAfCbVvc5Uy-E6fl7pSkJ8cjspct2wJS-cCPwstaJkXVqJY5vCbTG6311CSaQDZ_5heWLBK7QI60ygl2Zb3DH9uoqxrM9PkNwhhVYmEju_KlvQysrQ/s320/100_8718.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here was the really pretty cake:</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVl9WZ8HHmC0k116xVXWOtFM4zX5AZ2KbyWBtq0VmaiOmpm-udRkiTVobOfVHM7eBMyg1DD3ylIQaH55WaRuYlrUC30pighi84eMQyG5fL_Xa1J0jVlPFAeu-t6KbX2gyKj2FXyw/s1600-h/Snap99.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275702746291774882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVl9WZ8HHmC0k116xVXWOtFM4zX5AZ2KbyWBtq0VmaiOmpm-udRkiTVobOfVHM7eBMyg1DD3ylIQaH55WaRuYlrUC30pighi84eMQyG5fL_Xa1J0jVlPFAeu-t6KbX2gyKj2FXyw/s320/Snap99.jpg" border="0" /></span></a> <span style="font-family:arial;">I was sorry we didn't get any really good pictures of the grandson in his little tux, but the little guy was not feeling well and wanted held most of the day. (He "shared" his sickness with some of those near and dear to him, and it was not pretty!! I could sympathize even more with him after I had what he had on Mon. and ended up staying in bed all day!) He really was adorable in his little 18 month sized tux, even being sick!!! </span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275730101087711490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Ungo4vfnscM2lxyNNj84jcSMVZvZwqBkf64Piyo8vktu51dkQReQDsUnwDNS_2tFNJ8gIFF4u4V16GlS-Cq3S0KVGohJH6wvSNZ8gZszKA-4VvEerGZpukm9Sb3SzZ1V7fObVA/s320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;">Here are his proud parents:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698136400479570" 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/AVvXsEglgBGmEMlaRHMPLZHIRlkoZJzWQhElX3dt5tXLw-VcyHhLtL9-fsTw52PUC0KhpSJGHmJp5lVKN-_0ElGtfCd779kIdMS4PMVuB_Rw-r4zbAsB5zXmusZBK1MZfVe4exwFoih9Ug/s320/170.JPG" border="0" />And here is the other son and Jessy:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275756584240395794" 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/AVvXsEi1uagPyWGlyn9K_wUs3nevw63b-JsvK9bGyaRKaLVhedu_9zmVlvAIAmxg-S1SUuHs859nUgBL2c_6hPSbqxmEkPGz6QiVDXjyVyAJ7LK19gqahWDMQUGr1Ovi_NC9wdC5DxT_Sg/s320/100_8559.JPG" border="0" /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">Overall, there were a few glitches, including a shuttle bus run that didn't happen and left the bridal couple stranded for a little while, but all in all it was a great day! The wedding couple went to the Bavarian Inn in WV for one night and then will go to the Dominican Republic for their honeymoon at a later date.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697046846369074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKlDcADy3Hk1SIb_52a9TAfzkLgkX9T2HU_MIMJuSMcjEfWBUjbN5A5iQRpIkUnebs2Wz6fqVwqFgZoEUL50kdmEzePjxPak6ClKofxAbM89sg5peteyURRKa195zxWJquudB9_g/s320/001.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><span style="font-family:arial;">We are so happy to have Courtney in our family and are thrilled that Michal is so happy! </span><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I am going to post a few more pictures of the wedding. </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">The groomsmen and Courtney:</span></div><br /><br /><div><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicColXJ_mNuGd95-SJPfa1WiSsUG1-SmiMmtMMHmsL7cNcmVVcjIKpQzxAhjYuBku8DyVnyKLyOt_IwsxD7rGoeVgKmqrILAn-f7d80o82NTm60ViLuVyB2GFb4exWWhH0pP1JTA/s1600-h/141.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698866523085634" 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/AVvXsEjQxCAbt7NYzbfgyllhPwLu9bMiBqIgBe1mGy4vbp0Zh_2pvGV0CfRZ76X1t6Dfwx7PuIVUStwqKYHdu9XEXqsbZ_vdZFpvUf9bl1nlRGt3eVUyjg1vJLAvIyNXmuCoi1AZ0xC7Xg/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">The Bridesmaids and Michal:</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698661903809714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmJR9nMvvxC4Cqme17F-f45EFGEjFYjgWo-oLfwBrdjrbi0pi08ABHA33LzGK9c5iQyi3LRayUffaPym3pe9_PFXrg89MnsPWDedHv6zWgva0-I8w38vvbh9qhO-Tw3NyvZveyIQ/s320/124.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">The sisters and brothers:</span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697587866364050" 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/AVvXsEiXyVFFbS-_Fk_vLFClk4rAzLSb84m8xtbdeAHti0z1_ST8B8v4e4eAHtdJ65NvCyxPU3aewjAyc-rrpn29-3ZYUqTYrMmXUV4Ism9SOnzA8dtxPjeHHassZ4wHPiEub7UxNb9c3g/s320/118.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Chrissi (3), Lori (2), Lindsey(5), Lisa (1), Courtney (4), Michal (2), Tommy(1), Jeffrey(3)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;">The bride and groom with the nieces and nephews-minus Ridge who was rolling down the hill:</span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275698482672918994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmWnUSTsVzKLXAEubpTb-KGdYiwnfoUptGK3XZ1qSDDbL0NR7coi4kd1r0cV6xW7a6ypR6k7tN2gU7KcWUWOvN2dFkbX8K76hSjYKV9v3e9gefSL7qo_D8CDJEIm6XF31zYqzD5Q/s320/131.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">The Owens family before the wedding: Teddy and Becky had not gotten there yet:</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275697339192015698" 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/AVvXsEjDVlDdjPJ0HzFTBE3QWFmZaPzPCW3eqvPGR3HbhtBdcxao6jfgr9Iw8V79niFFfdK36F40P5R5whmdPr_GbkCMVckZtxIivYFUB4w-sjdAOpgx30f5tpnrSSmdz4JXR9x5ZnRoig/s320/009.jpg" border="0" />Mom, Michal, and Mamaw:</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275699151831001154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicColXJ_mNuGd95-SJPfa1WiSsUG1-SmiMmtMMHmsL7cNcmVVcjIKpQzxAhjYuBku8DyVnyKLyOt_IwsxD7rGoeVgKmqrILAn-f7d80o82NTm60ViLuVyB2GFb4exWWhH0pP1JTA/s320/141.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">Mr. & Mrs. Michal Owens taking their vows:</span></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275759896244238946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi30aG6UT53wuBkoWvqXS6vfAMfko2WMkCE9pbfygJOVvHG6_magnTItOWXdEa0ZwUghIpudxsyKNc05xsMnPC-iSTx5_8ilm6STNsb6Uhhl8yYAhM0cP8VQAfRh5aX6F8ubypYyw/s320/086.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;">We wish them a long and happy life together!</span> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-50530018339216752832008-10-15T15:58:00.011-05:002008-10-15T20:04:08.079-05:00Tom is doing well!Ok so a quick note to let all know that the patient is doing well. He is up walking, getting bored with being at home, and "tired of talking about food."<br /><br />Mamaw has been a lifesaver with all her help with house work, kitchen detail and food preparations!! She left today to go back home and we will miss her greatly!!<br /><br />I was talking to a friend and telling her how much I appreciated my neighbors and all their help during this stressful time. They have really been invaluable with bringing food, mowing the lawn, checking in on the patient, helping make wedding decorations for the upcoming wedding, sending cards, and all their gifts, good thoughts and prayers!! I still can't believe their generosity. The fact that they hired a cleaning crew to clean the house before we came home was amazing! That brought the discussion around to how nice it would be to actually have cleaning crews on a regular basis. My friend said she would really like a housekeeper that came daily, picked up the house and cooked, as opposed to a weekly or monthy clean crew...I told her it was REALLY nice to have a housekeeper!! Mamaw was doing all that around here and was my housekeeper.<br />It will now be a different story here as I will become the main cook.... I know, I heard all those sighs, and "poor Tom's". If you know me at all, you know I would much rather be out digging ditches or cleaning toilets as opposed to being in the kitchen!!!<br />I can't believe it has been almost 4 weeks now. The old boy is anxious to get back to work and may be able to go back sometime in the next week or two . The big hold up to return to work is really the healing of his sternum. He has had little to no pain in the last couple of days and will be glad when he can do more without worry of the sternum.<br />He really misses being able to hold baby Teddy. He still can't lift him for a couple of months yet. Anyway, we have had the pleasure of keeping Teddy more while his mom and dad are out and about and he is growing up soo fast!! <div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257531756516753026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyesPH3AHY0g6t7PFZc00sc7JPNM7s23alI3a6863-yd7vHCVxu3puh1FNlpxT6wiSkwd7IMY09MyAK_yTUVql5aJ6oq780ysV-o9dcRyigBIbGkXgkvVjxrAkiZK8WQSNxBvgRA/s320/16months.jpg" border="0" /><br />He is pretty smart too because when the patient had to do his breathing machine, otherwise known as "Mr. Pain", Teddy remembered us cheering and clapping to encourage grandpa in the hospital. (It was a real battle sometimes to get the patient to do his breathing treatment because that was about the only time he had significant pain.)</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257533835304309570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRN6QzAjAvAV5IZQDXnXCjyTxX7jG4oDNuqKZGHs28_HGRlLFhFq4GD9xcUZ71bVXdWZXqB58UTC9p3nxlKzU4neKhYkVbuAi5CQyA4lrd9WW5ekZcmvV7iRcnPDzTgzrtFC-rcw/s320/100_8176.JPG" border="0" /> When Tom started doing his treatment at home, Teddy immediately stopped what he was doing and turned to watch grandpa breathe. He started clapping as soon as he realized what he was doing...it was very cute!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257532658604972002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-7lgXh4xJTTD4HP9dpySBWGrxgXTqU5O4Pj9DdtMiUWM763VgnFiHs25gJenT40qRKXPddi-gvfks64AoH5AsCtHTX3Hd2efuttKgft8dupVAUUuauzckKG2LX8vbbTw11cmPEQ/s320/100_8253.JPG" border="0" /><br />I was thinking the other day how far we have gone since those first couple of days of worry and stress. It is funny, in an ironic way, how one of the surgeons was describing what was going on with Tom's heart by comparing it to plumbing and pipes. I wanted to tell him that we had PLENTY of recent experience with plumbing and pipes!!<br />That is a whole other "plumbing story" that began with the OBB ( Owens Backyard Bash). It was definitately a problem when the downstairs toilet "backed up and overflowed" in the middle of the OBB with probably 130 people partying in the backyard, 6 kegs of beer and NO working toilet!! </p><p>We managed to make it through that little problem and thought replacing the old toilets would prevent further problems. Little did we know that we would be without a middle toilet for a week, since there was difficulty getting a toilet to fit under the "banjo" lipped counter. After many attempts at installing the appropriate toilets, we finally thought we were home free with three working new toilets. Little did we know that things were just beginning!<br />About a month after the OBB, I was taking a shower and had just put my creme rinse on my hair when Tom ran up and shouted "Turn off the water the downstairs toilet is overflowing!" Well, there I was standing in the shower, naked , wet, with creme rinse all over my hair thinking, "Now what do I do?" I came down stairs in old clothes and creme rinse and Tom took me outside and used the hose to rinse my hair. (That would have been a real picture opportunity but sorry no picture was taken of that!!) </p><p>After the hair crisis was averted, we then had to deal with the backup/overflow mess. Just our luck that this happened on Labor day. Does anyone care to hazard a guess about after hours/holiday plumber rates?! My first thought was, "do you think we could make it another day without water?" Funny, that was also my sister's first comment that "I would probably have waited a day without water". We are our dad's girls!!<br />The plumber came out, sort of unplugged the pipe but said "this is not guaranteed work because there is still a problem." Through many phone calls back and forth to the city water dept, the plumber coming again to run a camera through the pipes , and the city trying to decide whose problem it really was: ours or theirs. The city finally decided it was on their side (THANK YOU GOD!) It was like worker bees out front! They had the utility people mark where the utilities were, closed our road, brought in dump trucks, backhoes, and service vehicles like you wouldn't believe. They worked from early morning until 10 PM fixing the pipe. </p></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257548482347592130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEispgaqiDhl3uFZUFrw3Tnh4KhpVdLNaRBg0-gk2yOYNtFGnIjPzLnp4l20n3Be5_GUKNRGjLsYBFgGH7-bj9cUHm0JBQLm-7F8h2QO02I7Nyck0SjfXCwpbli6uTKZDU8qDQAM4A/s320/100_8002.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257548883584215682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4agOTK5mhDx8o_MVlrPU_AgS8iwnB8T7zsMoz5gCgSYdza_q4MHrTwN1_7DMiM5alqWOrewznTOvvyiOYtgRTxoxyU1dgTeplJHW3gzgiyc-OLvWcJSRFIIF06tt0afD6OUaF-g/s320/100_8024.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>They had to dig down 8 feet to get to the clean out valve that was buried ( lot of good it did down there- thank you pulte homes). They couldn't believe what they finally found. Our lateral line pipe that connects to the main sewer line in the middle of the street had NEVER been connected!! There was 3 feet of pipe missing!! </div><br /><div></div><div>Here is the missing pipe picture:</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257549343219607906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7j4Vvh4BZiCh0EhveB_SoR-sgEh5LL3pJ_GNNmCyjXxtqXUEkGMwe-j86jMy44N6oarU6E7xZII5EgxzU2H6hNW0k6Xhlm30vSQ9p16Lg2jX_gpH5FCMr6NnsCsS0Jg9HUS3obQ/s320/100_8022.JPG" border="0" /> </div><div>Here is the fixed 3 foot section of piping:</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257549752210669410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifM72GxuSrHf3SyYgyUUGUY61qypFxCHuFL_UMg94c_-QHmljSIcNNnn0ZFravWZi8W4cmo886mou6idecl8UGDqLORde-zlBr3EdF8VzGbkGER_EfuPMpatjBwdtQQE1daoroA/s320/100_8028.JPG" border="0" />We have lived here 20 years and fortunately not had a problem, so to speak. We think that the pipe that was not connected was laying on gravel and rock and it was all working like a French drain. Go figure. The city workers actually were laughing and in awe about the situation. They were not real happy about how long it took them to find and correct the problem, though. Anyway, after a month of plumbing problems, paying for new toilets ( that were not really needed in the first place), paying for plumbers on holidays, having fixed plumbing is: PRICELESS!! That is what we say about Tom having "new plumbing" in his heart!! </div><div><br />We are all thankful that Tom is progressing as fast as he has and doing well! Now it is on to the wedding preparations and celebration.</div></div></div></div></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-6710705582544344692008-10-01T14:46:00.004-05:002008-10-01T15:13:32.907-05:00A blog I didn't want to write<span style="font-family:arial;">Hello to all!<br />I just wanted to send out an update about the happenings around here. Some of you are obviously aware of what has been going on around here but I will apologize to any of you that we did not manage to let know in a timely fashion. I will also apologize for the lengthy note here. It has been a bumpy ride that reminds me why I never really liked roller coasters!! I also do not remember who I have told what as the days seem to melt together.<br />First off, let me say that Tom is at home and recovering from his open heart surgery on 9-18-08.<br />I will write a short synopsis of how we came to Tom being a member of the “mended hearts club.” (Let me assure you that he did NOT want to be a member of this club, but they inducted him anyway.)<br />We went to visit Jeffrey and Jessie at Virginia Tech on Sat, 9-13-08. There are 5 of them renting a big, older house in Blacksburg and we wanted to see their new living arrangements. We attended the Tech game on Sat. It was scorching hot and we climbed several hills, stadium stairs and sweated like pigs! It was neat to see the Hokie spirit in action and the fighter jets flying over. We left Blacksburg around 9:15 Am on Sun and were traveling interstate 81 to home. (It takes about 4 hours to get home.)<br />All was well until Tom started feeling “lightheaded and flushed” while driving 70 miles an hour down the interstate. Being the stoic guy that he is, he changed lanes in front of a tracker-trailer truck (as he says “I did it safely” and “I did the right thing”), and waited a few more minutes before telling me he was having problems. He decided a few yards past the exit to let me drive, so we had to drive to the next exit. The whole time I am driving to find the next exit, I am asking a million medical questions and he answered them all with “No”, except he “felt lightheaded.” At this point, we drive about 5 more minutes and pull off at some hole in the wall gas station and Tom says “we need gas”. While I am getting gas, going to the ladies room, buying aspirin for him (at his suggestion ---go figure, the nurse is so upset she doesn’t even remember this recommendation!) I do remember to ask about the nearest hospital. They tell me the nearest one is 20 min. the way we just came, or 1 ½ hours going forward, closer to home. After I told the info to Tom, and he agreed to going BACK…then, I was a REAL basket case. It was a wonder I didn’t cause him to have a heart attack….. with me driving 75 miles an hour, with no idea where we were going. It is a real miracle that I even found the hospital in the first place!! Let me be the first to tell you that they need more posted “H” signs for hospital locations!!!<br />Once we got to Roanoke Memorial Hospital, (with two dogs in the car no less), we waited 30 minutes before anyone even took his blood pressure! After they assessed him and he again answered “No” to all their questions, his blood pressure was only slightly elevated, and he was having no pain, they then proceeded to having us sit and wait 2 ½ hours more. In the process, I am calling Jeffrey to come get the dogs since he is 45 minutes away and the closest one to being able to help. Tom starts feeling better, and says “this is BS…I’m leaving… I feel better.” I proceeded to the desk and told them that we are traveling, my husband wants to leave because he “feels better”, and how long before he will be seen. They get him pretty quick after that and that was the beginning of all the “fun”. As the little gal who finally checked us in the ER said, “you are more significant than most of those out there, so we don’t want you to leave”.<br />Anyway, we end up spending the night in the “chest pain center” for observation. They do the nuclear stress test on Monday morning at 6 AM. They came and told us he “had some changes” on that test and that he needs a cardiac cath. All along Tom is thinking these symptoms are due to dehydration from the Hokies game and too much caffeine …or maybe even low potassium since he had a similar episode about 1 year ago. (This was the story we told them but in reality, we have found out that it was in April of 2006 that he had the previous episode.) The cardiac cath showed some blockages and that open heart surgery was the only surgery that would help.<br />One of our hardest decisions was transferring him closer to home. They wanted to do the surgery on Tuesday 9-15 down in Roanoke, but it was a logistical nightmare with no family nearby, follow-ups that would take a 3 hour drive, etc… Unfortunately, the doctor indicated he would not discharge Tom to drive home but wanted him transferred by ambulance. Because Roanoke is a level one trauma hospital and Fairfax Hospital (the hospital closer to home with a huge heart center) is also a level one trauma hospital, our insurance would not cover the ambulance ride to an equal care level hospital. (So that made it optional, based on patient request…go figure.)<br />Anyway, it took a full day delay to get all arranged and we ended leaving Roanoke at 10 PM via ambulance, and arrived at FFX Hospital at 2: 30 AM. Tom said that was the worst trip ever…bumping down 81, strapped to a gurney, with all the road work being done at night. By the time we saw a new cardiologist, and talked to the cardiac vascular surgeon, it was too late to have the sugery done on Wed…so we had another delay. Let me just say that waiting in a hospital with a hospital phobe, an uptight, stressed wife/nurse that only knows enough to be dangerous was MISERY!<br />They took Tom in for his surgery Thursday, 9-18-08 at 5:00AM. I thought waiting before surgery was bad but the actual surgery day was AGONY! They told us that he should be out around 11 AM and when we got the call at 10:30AM that they “had some trouble with the grafts” and were just then putting him on the heart pump, it was until 1:45 when they called to say he was off the pump. It was about 2:30 when we spoke with the doctor. To tell you the truth, I am not sure what all he said because I was just glad Tom made it out. He was on a ventilator when we got to see him, (this was expected) and he started breathing on his own fairly quickly (Thank God!) They took out all the millions of tubes and drains pretty quickly and began the process of moving him to the step down unit…as the ICU nurse said, “a patient’s level of importance is due to his “connections”.<br />He stayed in ICU about 24 hours, then moved to the step down unit on Fri, 9-19-08.<br />I will admit that I was a little out of control when we got to his new room because it was not a private room. Just our luck that there are only 3 rooms that aren’t private and we got one of them. IF there had been room to turn around in that little room that was originally designed as a single occupancy, I would have been fine but there was not even a chair for me to sit in! I took a lesson from my “let me be blunt sister” (she would have been proud of me), and threw a fit and got us moved to a private room. I was upset about throwing a little fit when I calmed down, but in this case, it was a good thing. (Becky made bread for the staff to “make amends”.) Tom was totally glad I could stay with him. All in all, the nursing care was really good. We had a little delay in getting him up to walk due to our nurse being overwhelmed with more patients than she could handle. I will be eternally grateful to Emme Paradise (friend of Michal’s that is an occupational therapist working at FFX) for coming after her work day and getting Tom up to walk.<br />By Sunday, (4 days after the surgery) they were saying we were going home. I will say I was a little concerned about taking the boy home then because he really had only been up and walking about 2-3 times. We were gearing up for discharge and the doctor pops his head in long enough to say, “Well, we are keeping him tonight because he had a period of fast heart rate (SVT for the medical junkies), this is not unusual, and if all is well, he will go home tomorrow.” The doctor then left before we could even catch our breath. I would say the doctor was in the room tops, 3 minutes, if that!<br />Tom did really well and we came home on Mon 9-22-08.<br />The patient is doing really well. He is up walking, not doing stairs just yet but we hope to do those today. If you asked him about the worst part of this, (other than the obvious change in life style from “healthy person” to cardiac patient), he would probably tell you that he hated the blood draws and changing the IV site on our last day there. He really hates needles and gets really uptight about those. They stuck him hourly for blood sugar checks for the first night in step down and he is one big bruise!! He also has named his breathing exercise machine as “Mr. Pain”. We are trying to reach a delicate balance between using “Mr. Pain” like Tom wants to vs how his wife/nurse wants him to do it! He really has been super in all that he has had to go thru and says that he only has pain basically when he does the breathing exercises. He is doing really well with the not smoking stuff right now and we hope that continues!! As the cardiologist told him when they were talking, “you WERE a smoker, right?”<br />Anyway, we are blessed that he is home, doing well. We are in the process of scheduling appointments, having the home health nurse check on him, and trying to move forward.<br />He has been on his computer some, checking his facebook account and trying to keep moving.<br />We both want to thank everyone that has helped us through this difficult time and for all your prayers, gifts, calls, and the million other things everyone has done for us. We both realize what great friends and family we are blessed to have and we can’t thank you all enough. The boys and their gals have really been unbelievable through this all. We love them very much and are so proud of them!<br />Tom has kept the teddy bear that Teddy gave him prior to surgery as his good luck charm.<br />Anyway, here is a picture of the patient up and about!!<br /></span><div><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYUJfHxCoNSPpNBLmAYRMjVGoNDsXaAG_8MmYPEDcckv-XGruJEg5iEhKHbLk9hIXrxd4dsmS4cpiffKYRCxTE-pyzGeqoFvWzbUz2eKRqoLMGLiP4-asHIc-YTZ8ebqlPVXB6w/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277777441737794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXYUJfHxCoNSPpNBLmAYRMjVGoNDsXaAG_8MmYPEDcckv-XGruJEg5iEhKHbLk9hIXrxd4dsmS4cpiffKYRCxTE-pyzGeqoFvWzbUz2eKRqoLMGLiP4-asHIc-YTZ8ebqlPVXB6w/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" /></span></a></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Thanks again to all for everything and I will try to send updates as possible.<br />Love ,<br />Tina and Tom<br /></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252279409098181922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDKletNC3HUJzrfyepvz61QjVS46kxN0kAPM6IKAhSH1fEH39h-L0m57k2ZfmD343Xf67glHG7V1K_MlJMHJTEtWJf0SB4vc8UNBNf7pJWduqwKxYKILc06CnvEHw74GJT6-ki_g/s320/tomtinatech.bmp" border="0" /><br /><br />PS Jeffrey says that The Hokies saved his life…because if it hadn’t been for the game (which they won) we might not have known. </span></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-43045984574259133082008-06-02T16:20:00.006-05:002008-11-13T15:38:30.978-05:001 Year Birthday Party<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OWpb84H95seVN6j0prMo8G2AHPTbFTAwT1il_RRWGbekc94a-SfLD06qwKmo5ecszvD3XnffIVktU9gazsIxsM9W_CWfagXTCv16ihunJIfJxdt4tMVcH5FSZpiydXegam2GFA/s1600-h/cake.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207397545699824082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2OWpb84H95seVN6j0prMo8G2AHPTbFTAwT1il_RRWGbekc94a-SfLD06qwKmo5ecszvD3XnffIVktU9gazsIxsM9W_CWfagXTCv16ihunJIfJxdt4tMVcH5FSZpiydXegam2GFA/s320/cake.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was the cake that momma made for the party.<br /><br /></div><div>Take a good look at it, it will never look the same after Teddy gets into it.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoiLDiJd16pMlRsvQnJYUq2CCHXE7Rp_Jpp1Nqw8S2r6-b4Dhatdkrq7jQnr4KXdoHYyLIi6gTydqGqd7BKyTpuDfZblBEyNhhyphenhypheny47uzyzphxT7JVVugQDj-a9bBqWoxpT3mnlQ/s1600-h/cake2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207398901234075858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPoiLDiJd16pMlRsvQnJYUq2CCHXE7Rp_Jpp1Nqw8S2r6-b4Dhatdkrq7jQnr4KXdoHYyLIi6gTydqGqd7BKyTpuDfZblBEyNhhyphenhypheny47uzyzphxT7JVVugQDj-a9bBqWoxpT3mnlQ/s320/cake2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div>Me thinks Teddy likes Chocolate cake<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhom12yjVwxT2ogbTPiAogNtYf5SIwRDCvze3qrCoKtSfRvNA3noa1iH-S9M91FCGqgDp5uH38Hv56c-6ESjmTpdYJqM1aFSUYnzLBslsWwr328JB-yyFOjnFV74qKw57aop_msA/s1600-h/grandma+and+cake.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207398412856178594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhom12yjVwxT2ogbTPiAogNtYf5SIwRDCvze3qrCoKtSfRvNA3noa1iH-S9M91FCGqgDp5uH38Hv56c-6ESjmTpdYJqM1aFSUYnzLBslsWwr328JB-yyFOjnFV74qKw57aop_msA/s320/grandma+and+cake.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Yes Grandma, you may give Teddy a bath, says Momma.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-10300376758361634812008-06-01T11:25:00.002-05:002008-11-13T15:38:31.243-05:00Tornado Tina<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCnuxgP_XdAyFfsUjf57CAdMTE_COobMCeG0DG_N4Z-Kiagp1QrE-yXLbXYSF0JaAL7n8vmxBqDqt5EtwAogkzhdJcIKKzmr0AM_i0x_7pcQHIfdYzpVxZ7QJydCMVo8LkERNqw/s1600-h/collage1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206950545055591538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHCnuxgP_XdAyFfsUjf57CAdMTE_COobMCeG0DG_N4Z-Kiagp1QrE-yXLbXYSF0JaAL7n8vmxBqDqt5EtwAogkzhdJcIKKzmr0AM_i0x_7pcQHIfdYzpVxZ7QJydCMVo8LkERNqw/s320/collage1.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is the aftermath of "Tina's Publishing" of Teddy's First year. We had a 1-year birthday party yesterday and she went to bed at 03:30 a.m. the night before. Bad mood anyone?<br /><br />Those of you that know the Cleaning Terminator would be astonished that she left this cleanup job for 2.5 days. It is still here at 12:30 p.m. on Sunday.MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-88654315625572594012008-05-10T15:30:00.001-05:002008-11-13T15:38:31.373-05:00Here is thought provoking<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUPszfxMnwRQzMW3Kvzoc7uIjzL7q457m3B_V_9afDx4o_5d_3FqAH6SayEaOMtk3u1ZnqD46DtxiBNjL_QXGf-i56cLMK_b39eZxoXt12OtHC9IoxY9pGyn4JhhAI-uZneo6Og/s1600-h/TedandMe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198849494833830162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUPszfxMnwRQzMW3Kvzoc7uIjzL7q457m3B_V_9afDx4o_5d_3FqAH6SayEaOMtk3u1ZnqD46DtxiBNjL_QXGf-i56cLMK_b39eZxoXt12OtHC9IoxY9pGyn4JhhAI-uZneo6Og/s320/TedandMe.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-45433420919330935242008-05-10T15:00:00.007-05:002008-11-13T15:38:32.136-05:00Spring Time Mothers DayMom and her 3 sons at the engagement party.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhem43vDIpoqE7yUmYz0ms3lS17MJccD5Lvd6cNTc8QJvtHkSNtyfJG2GNvw0QYlRujVhx1s3Y82cd_MRblu7g3tUzUzyW8_vO-pmLpZ1AVtVP5s1nFXPcUi_Ex0vITGHefMJEYIQ/s1600-h/100_7017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198842571346548930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhem43vDIpoqE7yUmYz0ms3lS17MJccD5Lvd6cNTc8QJvtHkSNtyfJG2GNvw0QYlRujVhx1s3Y82cd_MRblu7g3tUzUzyW8_vO-pmLpZ1AVtVP5s1nFXPcUi_Ex0vITGHefMJEYIQ/s320/100_7017.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38WMDITUntGyGVjPkIqO_7RP9v8deb1O97-2ji5IcKv1HWv9dUSDRLv4K3ri5G8gRfLBZ7rXh4NTtU841PpKXJdJLyKPX2g_gvJW85O28kmfsET0QmOjFtOxlI3QegR9V13z8pQ/s1600-h/100_7081.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198844173369350402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi38WMDITUntGyGVjPkIqO_7RP9v8deb1O97-2ji5IcKv1HWv9dUSDRLv4K3ri5G8gRfLBZ7rXh4NTtU841PpKXJdJLyKPX2g_gvJW85O28kmfsET0QmOjFtOxlI3QegR9V13z8pQ/s320/100_7081.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDB8uaDiyDaXH_wczRiP869DS44YnkcCbdSlOarZsVep3A8g4yNrLrjT9UCfZS7_zNK5W2Av4BFXL_q5ACjDQK78svm2p7g5o7T65tdR9-9hi0REoeKokeM0HT4bX59N9OVDQhA/s1600-h/100_7080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198844005865625842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZDB8uaDiyDaXH_wczRiP869DS44YnkcCbdSlOarZsVep3A8g4yNrLrjT9UCfZS7_zNK5W2Av4BFXL_q5ACjDQK78svm2p7g5o7T65tdR9-9hi0REoeKokeM0HT4bX59N9OVDQhA/s320/100_7080.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>Flower, flowers everywhere!</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSO3oe7kyu9kSz5dVeL2uol7c_Liy5J_8DNE1CGDeum_3-Ubg-RB9-Q35dsA77PgoCEAc1I_Kx5mZx1aedhrCgsFf1xGp9bmcprlNr2vYijzNg9n8F85dSempVm94Hx165-sGOpQ/s1600-h/100_7079.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843705217915106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSO3oe7kyu9kSz5dVeL2uol7c_Liy5J_8DNE1CGDeum_3-Ubg-RB9-Q35dsA77PgoCEAc1I_Kx5mZx1aedhrCgsFf1xGp9bmcprlNr2vYijzNg9n8F85dSempVm94Hx165-sGOpQ/s320/100_7079.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Mom does a good job outside, and the rain this spring has been good to us.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJZWXaVh5UNVE3F2mhPUBdhpP5G2wT8NqquG1ebv2LXgS7jbkSpQP-97a7cK8kiUsQqatcKG8Cs65Hs1KZwMZeln9kUbpNCEBkvCBOuiM9XGVdYZylwlugOHVz15vWKWxVn06Rg/s1600-h/100_7075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198843181231904978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeJZWXaVh5UNVE3F2mhPUBdhpP5G2wT8NqquG1ebv2LXgS7jbkSpQP-97a7cK8kiUsQqatcKG8Cs65Hs1KZwMZeln9kUbpNCEBkvCBOuiM9XGVdYZylwlugOHVz15vWKWxVn06Rg/s320/100_7075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>No thought provoking statements this time!</div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-49456616754202875922008-04-28T15:52:00.007-05:002008-11-13T15:38:32.789-05:00Random Blog from the Mystery Blogger<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKR_efJc3yztW2ssDP7kDtnJD_6HhXzD_4a0Ae7mo0-k4zxskgO2bSn-Ycx_tFtrWZrdQe-R0a_d-ThcNlkalNuCJihJ1D64pMp1jnAL27z8t3Cs01ysBJgCxlWS09Z1OlQFnpjA/s1600-h/TomNeva.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194402250031520402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKR_efJc3yztW2ssDP7kDtnJD_6HhXzD_4a0Ae7mo0-k4zxskgO2bSn-Ycx_tFtrWZrdQe-R0a_d-ThcNlkalNuCJihJ1D64pMp1jnAL27z8t3Cs01ysBJgCxlWS09Z1OlQFnpjA/s320/TomNeva.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Enough said!<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kZmJ8kEF-VAc4TnYgNHm_zsCgTJTM400-CLPRg9N45CYhWTCA7Beon3sEfKb8sGPSq1jU7UzziBw2EryIvC976fKOAJD8HSlhzP2rxYBsXr0lKfWIwknV2qifIZ0SgRCrFj5jQ/s1600-h/TeddyMike.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194402494844656290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kZmJ8kEF-VAc4TnYgNHm_zsCgTJTM400-CLPRg9N45CYhWTCA7Beon3sEfKb8sGPSq1jU7UzziBw2EryIvC976fKOAJD8HSlhzP2rxYBsXr0lKfWIwknV2qifIZ0SgRCrFj5jQ/s320/TeddyMike.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>Had to put a picture of Teddy in here. At the engagement party with </div><div>Groom , Uncle Michal.<br /></div><div>Oh the joy of having Cherry trees in the front yard.</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa2Q5F6Fd78crUkjfN8ii-UZj3GXRumwDXyzICucyl1alBcABoTJc69GcEQJaNJH5v2Dh3xEMs6Qe3NEKco8qtkO967YhITKNWcsazviV1sR6u4hK4DGZONzSaLEWmQ8ZNdiB_w/s1600-h/100_7067.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194403572881447618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXa2Q5F6Fd78crUkjfN8ii-UZj3GXRumwDXyzICucyl1alBcABoTJc69GcEQJaNJH5v2Dh3xEMs6Qe3NEKco8qtkO967YhITKNWcsazviV1sR6u4hK4DGZONzSaLEWmQ8ZNdiB_w/s320/100_7067.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNw_PHrIps9Rd_ukqR47pWeIKSqgLZEdBdx8W5pUCL3jswtdZagiIBVxsgeJaiKys-X-jejdkUGy_kk_JMKBcAmkzhD-y0klmagb4ayDaDEY9h6-7LXYQpbniMmyddtla-J7G0pw/s1600-h/100_7066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194403349543148210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNw_PHrIps9Rd_ukqR47pWeIKSqgLZEdBdx8W5pUCL3jswtdZagiIBVxsgeJaiKys-X-jejdkUGy_kk_JMKBcAmkzhD-y0klmagb4ayDaDEY9h6-7LXYQpbniMmyddtla-J7G0pw/s320/100_7066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-65710718513624749802008-03-27T19:10:00.007-05:002008-11-13T15:38:33.559-05:00Trip to West "By God" Virginia<span style="font-family:arial;">We took a little getaway trip to West Virginia prior to Easter with most of the family. (We missed the # 2 guy and gal because he had to work and she was out of town.) </span><br /><div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />As always, we enjoyed being able to get together, have some time to chill-(we call this “front porch sittin’), and have the traditional LOROBI’S Pizza night!<br /><br />Whenever we make a trip “home”, it just wouldn’t be the perfect trip without our Lorobi’s Pizza! </span></div><div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">When I went on the internet to try to search for some info on Lorobi’s, all I could find was several plain address listings and this <a href="http://www.tripadvisor.com/ShowUserReviews-g59495-d419829-r14414548-Lorobi_s_Pizza-Saint_Albans_West_Virginia.html">review page</a>. I was reading the review and agreeing totally with the statements and then I realized that the reviewer was our niece! </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">(Great review Melissa aka: greengoddess85-otherwise know as our niece). </span><span style="font-family:arial;">She is a real fan and has even taken frozen Lorboi’s home to Wisconsin in the past. </span></div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div><br />Teddy got to have his first Lorobi’s experience: </div><div></span> <br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXC_I1KoGC8QlZ1MEHQGQrwy2HTHjWINmclpEsq_4CcnhasU_ighSv4XA9OXi3iU8wr3LpE6YigN0FDnnWPiVWEqxT0_uF3OtM4qJqg566zHpk-VxEy0U1i6BbZJJuFWB9x1z7DQ/s1600-h/Teddypizza.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182579648048652530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXC_I1KoGC8QlZ1MEHQGQrwy2HTHjWINmclpEsq_4CcnhasU_ighSv4XA9OXi3iU8wr3LpE6YigN0FDnnWPiVWEqxT0_uF3OtM4qJqg566zHpk-VxEy0U1i6BbZJJuFWB9x1z7DQ/s320/Teddypizza.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcsWxkXD4G1l20Ej7hS_BnxnmsQDi62WXTEgFEHZbYyaiHYUfQcihMPuFjSyK1pabxSTbmhTh24uZN01tXkNSRjRG2NE09kLHSJEg5lAMM-0lZmXO_ZZyoGg8BKY3gsk4shx_Qw/s1600-h/teddypizza3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182579519199633634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcsWxkXD4G1l20Ej7hS_BnxnmsQDi62WXTEgFEHZbYyaiHYUfQcihMPuFjSyK1pabxSTbmhTh24uZN01tXkNSRjRG2NE09kLHSJEg5lAMM-0lZmXO_ZZyoGg8BKY3gsk4shx_Qw/s320/teddypizza3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_aLmjQablqgQrNL71lo_HTWmjCvbfoK3oCPcVhrrwPkiJqa2DCyxv8yjgvyAEqB3T5tgU_ORW_BSOhh4zOiTlFr1VpD4JX-JhvEkI6qMZp6UjVvHQWHa7EWrutI3FSjb2xbJqxg/s1600-h/teddypizza2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182579317336170706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_aLmjQablqgQrNL71lo_HTWmjCvbfoK3oCPcVhrrwPkiJqa2DCyxv8yjgvyAEqB3T5tgU_ORW_BSOhh4zOiTlFr1VpD4JX-JhvEkI6qMZp6UjVvHQWHa7EWrutI3FSjb2xbJqxg/s320/teddypizza2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">You can tell he is a true member of the family because he liked as much as everyone else does!!<br /><br />We didn’t really do anything noteworthy on our trip but we definitely like having all the family members take time from their busy schedules to get together. We were glad that Guy # 3 and his gal could get away from school and get to come!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHYPuLviI3_B3ZcpsAPUDcWg7KEQGKlONUKarBFKwPr41Y9PQ7vIYiLvVe8OUbSNY8ZhAG_6TtFl9DTkOLINm_kH34jM2PIDJhv8023BxWZUS5KhJWTTFs3h9AFoZH1SDUqahTQ/s1600-h/100_6648.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182586056139858194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHYPuLviI3_B3ZcpsAPUDcWg7KEQGKlONUKarBFKwPr41Y9PQ7vIYiLvVe8OUbSNY8ZhAG_6TtFl9DTkOLINm_kH34jM2PIDJhv8023BxWZUS5KhJWTTFs3h9AFoZH1SDUqahTQ/s320/100_6648.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">It is always a little crazy with all the dogs (5 at one point!), people to feed (19 at one point), and babies to watch (1 little Teddy Bear!) It was good seeing the relatives and catching up. </span></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><span style="font-family:arial;"><div>As a side note regarding the trip: the weather was really rainy and we had lots of tractor-tailer “mist” to deal with…not my idea of a good time. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I do give extra bonus points to the hubby because he let me listen to a book on tape while we were driving in. I gotta confess that it was a romance CD and it was a real enlightening experience for him. (I'd tell you the title to the CD but I'm not sure either one of us would live that down!!)</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">He said at one point that he thought the CD was really boring (we didn’t get to the “good” parts while he was listening-haha!). I was surprised that I didn’t hear more sarcastic remarks about the book from him.</span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I did have to chuckle though because he totally got lost in the relationships and asked a question about the heroine “Gabby”. I started explaining and he said, and I quote, “How in the world did you get all of that out of what we just listened to??” </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;">Needless to say, I put him out of his misery and let him listen to his music shortly after that!!<br /><br /></div></span></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-46121970960113252592008-03-05T17:21:00.008-05:002008-11-13T15:38:34.709-05:00Baby’s Best Friend and Talent Show<span style="font-family:arial;">So here are the babies in the family… “Playing” together with Aunt Courtney keeping watch: </span><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnBGF1swedx7-US9KjsRCd5T3j14i6oXs3a4VidZYLVHL0XCPHYk0bYpRnaQrNaEKkzvCgp1KSsq2WBzUZQOPNmiu9OMJr1dPPd62taVpmEXB01f2oS_qud6hRp5jEQZBzqjvSQ/s1600-h/100_6626.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174387184183561986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXnBGF1swedx7-US9KjsRCd5T3j14i6oXs3a4VidZYLVHL0XCPHYk0bYpRnaQrNaEKkzvCgp1KSsq2WBzUZQOPNmiu9OMJr1dPPd62taVpmEXB01f2oS_qud6hRp5jEQZBzqjvSQ/s320/100_6626.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;">I love the size of Gisele’s paw in comparison to Teddy!! </span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></div><div><br />Teddy was pretty enthralled with the dog’s foot, but Aunt Courtney kept all in line…including keeping Gisele’s paw out of Teddy’s mouth. </div><div><br /> </div><div>This weekend was also the <a href="http://thisismyquestion.blogspot.com/2006/03/high-school-talent-show.html">annual talent show at the high school </a>on Friday night.<br /></div><div>We had quite the crew here for that event along with 4 dogs.<br /></div><div>Uncle Gary, Ashley, Darren, (or Barren, or Darrell or whatever his name is...) were here to help with the talent show. Along with Jeffrey, Jessy and Avery, the other beagle.<br /></div><div>Darren's name did provide some comic relief over the weekend because it was universally mangled (all right...I'll admit...more by me than anyone...but in my defense...even Chipotle wrote it down as "Barren" and they had a copy of the faxed order with the correct name in writing! The family knows I have a <a href="http://thisismyquestion.blogspot.com/2006/02/never-good-with-names.html">"name" problem</a>!)<br /></div><div>I have to admit that the talent show this year seemed to have less talent...but we always still enjoy the show. Baby Teddy was digging it and even learned to clap at the show! </div><br /><div>Congratulations go to Maddie (the singer in the OBB Hotel California video) for winning her area of competition this year!</div><div></div><br /><div>It was a lot of fun and here is the stage crew, sound crew, and general supporters, minus Becky & Teddy (past his bedtime when this was taken.-Michal and Courtney were also missing since they were home with Gisele.):<br /><br /></div><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxSjH-zYXQgqxfcs4MBV_eJX2fqOTGvjd3lpPAm88YWQJL5yrVXiNnQP_QWeBti_Vf0BosOVnZY87rALUda5ch68w6kmZnpd7cG-uJfWgIyFJIJ_va_EzABlcNqfMgdPX7UD36Q/s1600-h/100_6618.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174391779798568722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxSjH-zYXQgqxfcs4MBV_eJX2fqOTGvjd3lpPAm88YWQJL5yrVXiNnQP_QWeBti_Vf0BosOVnZY87rALUda5ch68w6kmZnpd7cG-uJfWgIyFJIJ_va_EzABlcNqfMgdPX7UD36Q/s320/100_6618.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>It was crazy this weekend when all the dogs were here. And pretty amazing how much Gisele and Maddy look alike...other than their size, speed, and ears, their coloring is pretty close, except for a patch of white around Gisele's neck. Maddy can certainly run fast and we are still waiting to see how Gisele runs. She was a little tentative with all the other dogs. </div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Aho1tLnUnLJzd4Ue1LAhVbGlKtH9pEKZMO1uW2fLQLPwjs5hFA9YMjeBS2v89B7s5jIzoIb8Lifi7SQ4zyD7x650-8tdWjLki-Wc4ccchTwLXG7t9ifSQ2TJd38f3N4oc8XNag/s1600-h/maddy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174397174277492562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Aho1tLnUnLJzd4Ue1LAhVbGlKtH9pEKZMO1uW2fLQLPwjs5hFA9YMjeBS2v89B7s5jIzoIb8Lifi7SQ4zyD7x650-8tdWjLki-Wc4ccchTwLXG7t9ifSQ2TJd38f3N4oc8XNag/s320/maddy.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-AXuvu398v4J834lzktBzePLl5mZXrju5-WRsUlFuDL0QnnEaTRRUWjQaD9Wzo4zAu3yxWTfCCF-B4BYstp4A6AAG9vC0KTB4MM18GIKlagFvjA3XQiCudFFEkZkFBSnScFHVg/s1600-h/100_6562.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174396968119062338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-AXuvu398v4J834lzktBzePLl5mZXrju5-WRsUlFuDL0QnnEaTRRUWjQaD9Wzo4zAu3yxWTfCCF-B4BYstp4A6AAG9vC0KTB4MM18GIKlagFvjA3XQiCudFFEkZkFBSnScFHVg/s320/100_6562.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Lucy is definitely the queen and she pretty much runs the show in terms of "don't mess with me!"<br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZc4285iep7n0W6cfhDOxgMUV3o63Lje1hN1y40U6GpxMkFaJSnzjyKklJ3UAqMZ4es4fLedw3HpFYBcilUUTpax3o6JnwCkit9W7sDfPLGJ8ZZ9ts5IfRrH9oUfDU1paUMyQNEw/s1600-h/lucy1.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174396478492790562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZc4285iep7n0W6cfhDOxgMUV3o63Lje1hN1y40U6GpxMkFaJSnzjyKklJ3UAqMZ4es4fLedw3HpFYBcilUUTpax3o6JnwCkit9W7sDfPLGJ8ZZ9ts5IfRrH9oUfDU1paUMyQNEw/s320/lucy1.png" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Avery brings up the rear but she is really able to hold her own in most cases.</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvlcl3SRj8BOMDJISQsqz8HPudxSu7RXMou_4dExtQ96xvTblO6EXNxo8CAOhqRDNJjg2-HcynXgOfQ3m9FTKZhtd3i79Z09OHvGdsAQDMpD4NRPk-xvqY8T-ytN5-S6OA4QyjA/s1600-h/avery.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174396710421024562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtvlcl3SRj8BOMDJISQsqz8HPudxSu7RXMou_4dExtQ96xvTblO6EXNxo8CAOhqRDNJjg2-HcynXgOfQ3m9FTKZhtd3i79Z09OHvGdsAQDMpD4NRPk-xvqY8T-ytN5-S6OA4QyjA/s320/avery.png" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Anyway, the dogs are "Teddy baby's best friends" and we had a great time this weekend with all the activity!!</div></span></div></div></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-49207429758469044832008-03-03T18:01:00.009-05:002008-11-13T15:38:35.895-05:00BIG WEEK for the second Guy!As weeks go, it would probably rank right up there with “life changing” for guy #2!<br /><br />It started out with buying a new engagement ring. (Like the commercial-“He bought it a Jared’s!”). And it is a real beauty: <div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyusXRAvgpsyoiHsnVJ46Mfew4bqELP1r2FVHmVWSC41vD4NelpODEmCP7PU26fCw74gD3i-qvzZHRjt7-SXZm3GCp8dt-WSOTrfU7_CaIxeCMZ9lHky4uZqDFVQYueH-jfpc2w/s1600-h/ring.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173654655587682306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuyusXRAvgpsyoiHsnVJ46Mfew4bqELP1r2FVHmVWSC41vD4NelpODEmCP7PU26fCw74gD3i-qvzZHRjt7-SXZm3GCp8dt-WSOTrfU7_CaIxeCMZ9lHky4uZqDFVQYueH-jfpc2w/s320/ring.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><br />Next came: Asking the father-in-law-to-be for his daughter’s hand in marriage. If I understand this part correctly, his reply was “Yeah, take her!” He then asked his father-in-law-to-be’s advice about telling the “other sisters” about the upcoming engagement. The father-in-law-to-be reportedly said, “What? Are you nuts? They can’t keep a secret!” So Guy #2 decided he better wait until the question was fait a compli.<br /><br />Next up: A vacation trip to Mexico. It was a romantic setting on Valentine’s Day to pop the question to his lovely bride-to-be. The bride-to-be cried and said “YES!” </div><div>She said she was really surprised and had not expected him to ask her then. She said she felt bad because she had been giving him a hard time earlier in the day because of travel tiredness, room assignment problems, and Guy #2 being quiet earlier in the day. (maybe from planning the big question?). Fortunately, all went well and we are thrilled to have a new upcoming daughter-in-law!! We all love her to death and are happy that she will be a member of our family. </div><div> </div><div>The happy couple: </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVb5JcAVGjy_riRBtTgC_fZ5Uzi07rY8fYYqLOOvD98u1TwM0kh8L46EHn0zM8HXJFUhZLsONHCYv1Hr0l_DaIx1_mwwDjYB5nw5CnaWmFG_Ho1S0bG-AmPtyQHSiVbIeY8XWaA/s1600-h/micahlcourtkiss.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173657434431522834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaVb5JcAVGjy_riRBtTgC_fZ5Uzi07rY8fYYqLOOvD98u1TwM0kh8L46EHn0zM8HXJFUhZLsONHCYv1Hr0l_DaIx1_mwwDjYB5nw5CnaWmFG_Ho1S0bG-AmPtyQHSiVbIeY8XWaA/s320/micahlcourtkiss.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD6wyqhATwD4HHDTl_UZMH9CaWfq-mNQ8b0JKtVuggsK-ABYun4o6Xgvf2iyqTlywR1WAObU6w3jEIwm8Q397bjxCsqVptJgNG0D8ISvPg9SMh-KOXyEu-Kw2iq0cjW8iMc-7TA/s1600-h/michal+court+on+beach.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173657537510737954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXD6wyqhATwD4HHDTl_UZMH9CaWfq-mNQ8b0JKtVuggsK-ABYun4o6Xgvf2iyqTlywR1WAObU6w3jEIwm8Q397bjxCsqVptJgNG0D8ISvPg9SMh-KOXyEu-Kw2iq0cjW8iMc-7TA/s320/michal+court+on+beach.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />On top of all that: the newly engaged couple got a “new baby in the family”. After their return from Mexico, they brought home, Gisele, the great dane, that is 6 months old. She is a very well behaved puppy, is house broken, crate trained , and basically trained with several commands. She is also BIG!! They are very cute with her, worrying about leaving her home, buying toys and such. It is fun to watch!! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfz7v7xGuXNQgjepnSDz-mD5qr1C6msv3-Pz2DDVmFxtHqxrNWkT8CjLGOwbVBAK-zP47pBDDA56nR_OmfgSY-b3YTA1zuxjIgeLpPlorb-4DaQ7al5jFlGim7Xb6XjP831NLUUw/s1600-h/gizele.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173657846748383282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfz7v7xGuXNQgjepnSDz-mD5qr1C6msv3-Pz2DDVmFxtHqxrNWkT8CjLGOwbVBAK-zP47pBDDA56nR_OmfgSY-b3YTA1zuxjIgeLpPlorb-4DaQ7al5jFlGim7Xb6XjP831NLUUw/s320/gizele.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br />And last in the BIG week events was: Guy#2’s birthday! We all got together and celebrated all the new happenings for the week, including Grandpa’s birthday too!</div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfTz3eHQ05E3CtUQ_C9nIHaLxbMhnSYYF9zHIDls33VmUR3MW1_4B2Fvp0hGsJQoaG2EdY8ylv3r-dXOXyxqyqWPlLMBszxK_npLozOZYPh3ml_eaQxfGQuTr5W8U0D4vhLxsbA/s1600-h/100_6594.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173658306309883970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSfTz3eHQ05E3CtUQ_C9nIHaLxbMhnSYYF9zHIDls33VmUR3MW1_4B2Fvp0hGsJQoaG2EdY8ylv3r-dXOXyxqyqWPlLMBszxK_npLozOZYPh3ml_eaQxfGQuTr5W8U0D4vhLxsbA/s320/100_6594.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>Baby Teddy got in the action and was enjoying the birthday bag:<br />He is a pretty cute birthday present!! </div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYt8m5TZQfECBhI-jo7onMttOeyH_uxEvKW5IVCVcztB9oum-uLR2SQUfcY-lQgRqlwEfbRl7ouIY1Un5l1MwRVv33mZEV3FD7qIsxIQR-r8Ch-nd5YhdTuHKw07IbaZbdIvJQw/s1600-h/100_6578.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173658645612300370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCYt8m5TZQfECBhI-jo7onMttOeyH_uxEvKW5IVCVcztB9oum-uLR2SQUfcY-lQgRqlwEfbRl7ouIY1Un5l1MwRVv33mZEV3FD7qIsxIQR-r8Ch-nd5YhdTuHKw07IbaZbdIvJQw/s320/100_6578.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br />Anyway, Guy #2 definitely had a BIG WEEK and we are so excited about all the new changes in the family. Stay tuned for wedding plans, more Teddy pics, more Gisele news and all the great things happening in the future! </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vnucC3hG4HFYLb3w1e8EbdDxT3xhqUI8c5ZYCOsAL_TGY7oYu93XPnmjyDbHsARVDsKG80I4Z3Nh9P69cLsGk5IfVfU-6cS4iq0OIWpXrMa5vQAstKND_lM-oNrdXlMdZgmDcw/s1600-h/100_6549.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173659083698964578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4vnucC3hG4HFYLb3w1e8EbdDxT3xhqUI8c5ZYCOsAL_TGY7oYu93XPnmjyDbHsARVDsKG80I4Z3Nh9P69cLsGk5IfVfU-6cS4iq0OIWpXrMa5vQAstKND_lM-oNrdXlMdZgmDcw/s320/100_6549.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Welcome to the family Courtney!</div></div></div></div></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-13584046772036669112008-02-22T13:46:00.016-05:002008-11-13T15:38:38.264-05:00A Letter To Daytime Talk Show Hosts<div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Dear Oprah, Ellen Degeneres, Regis & Kelly,<br /><br />Hi! I am writing this letter because I really love your shows, but never get to watch them but for the occasional day off. </span><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I, unfortunately, have a job working as a nurse for a busy neurosurgeon. Our office does have a TV set that we leave on for the purpose of patient privacy, but it really is pretty hard to actually watch the individual segments with anything but a passing glance and usually a guess as to the topics.<br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I have thought about taping your shows, but that is just not possible due to time limitations and stress of having so many shows “to watch.” I have been off most of this week due to the flu, and have been able to watch more of your shows.<br /><br />I got to thinking that it would be a thrill of a lifetime to actually be a member of your audience (especially on Oprah’s favorite things show), or win some of the fabulous prizes that you give away (like when Ellen gave away some fabulous musical instruments), or be able to compete in your contests, or even submit things to your weekly features. I realized that competing in some of the contests requires ability to answer questions from previous shows, so that kinda leaves me out on those. </span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I also realized that I don’t fall into any category that sometimes seem to be the benefactors of your largess.<br /></span></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I will tell you a little about my life:</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I have a great life, get along with my husband of 33 years, have 3 great boys that are now wonderful men, have a beautiful baby grandson (that could have competed in the baby of the year award on Regis & Kelly’s show recently, had I only known about it).<br />Here are some pictures that I might have submitted:<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kqUL01-dhfYsTTBwwCVnIBUPQpx6myFUunTG7AQ15Pzj-3Mj3ioy_kzEdkFYvgk6F01VIi48dZtgEE5rbGTFpq0_kpRge-7hfI4vQfcv30vhnxcHDdGp_FGBM3kbpFpCT5kkWA/s1600-h/nopeassmile.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169879832542143426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5kqUL01-dhfYsTTBwwCVnIBUPQpx6myFUunTG7AQ15Pzj-3Mj3ioy_kzEdkFYvgk6F01VIi48dZtgEE5rbGTFpq0_kpRge-7hfI4vQfcv30vhnxcHDdGp_FGBM3kbpFpCT5kkWA/s320/nopeassmile.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8qamLH6C3Z7DDjR1KIG8uiOWo-fGwZ3E1piznX7W1eTw4o28luZbOHc6vBab_62iLa9r9vd91WPmmzxAFuUS-ZFGtNlLUnXfHjDXeKvcIjrfmHCFNG9JS-IMZP3unOrE_QGpVQ/s1600-h/teddytoy.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169880378002990034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs8qamLH6C3Z7DDjR1KIG8uiOWo-fGwZ3E1piznX7W1eTw4o28luZbOHc6vBab_62iLa9r9vd91WPmmzxAFuUS-ZFGtNlLUnXfHjDXeKvcIjrfmHCFNG9JS-IMZP3unOrE_QGpVQ/s320/teddytoy.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBT6XOsxxLvyscz-igM_0d7o8RbHhsFyWUiF2uTPSGy1AplN_mW7JOakjnQfg3Qe3dQ8H9BLtUdcvADDr8Q_yuiqND8AZwl4riVq3d5ovMrFfOJEH0rAc2IPVNbrWm2WllF5Gjw/s1600-h/2-08happy+baby.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170274338173183074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJBT6XOsxxLvyscz-igM_0d7o8RbHhsFyWUiF2uTPSGy1AplN_mW7JOakjnQfg3Qe3dQ8H9BLtUdcvADDr8Q_yuiqND8AZwl4riVq3d5ovMrFfOJEH0rAc2IPVNbrWm2WllF5Gjw/s320/2-08happy+baby.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">I very fortunately don’t have any hard-luck tales to share. I wouldn’t qualify for extreme makeover shows. I am not rich, but not poor, have health insurance, fairly good health, have a nice home, transportation to go where I need to, and a job I love. But mainly I have a great family that is close and whom I love very much. </span></span><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">One of “My favorite things” is getting together for Sunday dinner and just family time. We love sitting around watching the “grandson show”, which is where everyone in the household sits around and watches the baby play, or learn to crawl, or pull himself up. </span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzbw2Hcg6IaNoc76FSKENUkmgCVFT0PB7DyW-lcbyNgVwGHbDvvgeerXcqX-sgRc5zwAHTzg2kbTPpLaZdGBMT2PcixQLGXohjhX5mYV9GpVJ11PeCxBibrkgemzMV70N5brpHsw/s1600-h/blocks+2-10-08.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169882224838927330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzbw2Hcg6IaNoc76FSKENUkmgCVFT0PB7DyW-lcbyNgVwGHbDvvgeerXcqX-sgRc5zwAHTzg2kbTPpLaZdGBMT2PcixQLGXohjhX5mYV9GpVJ11PeCxBibrkgemzMV70N5brpHsw/s320/blocks+2-10-08.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAImwF8i2Bm4q9m0SvqdXwQ_oDfo8oUrgd_dxngxGaIgfZuZQCbXoplc7WFj1V85ViEO0zpIH9SRnhebvCT2bkPEW7ZTWdYF7eCXfib1Hzg0dl-e-8C1Hx49YzatMelL_F_Nh6iQ/s1600-h/2-08playing.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170273019618223186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAImwF8i2Bm4q9m0SvqdXwQ_oDfo8oUrgd_dxngxGaIgfZuZQCbXoplc7WFj1V85ViEO0zpIH9SRnhebvCT2bkPEW7ZTWdYF7eCXfib1Hzg0dl-e-8C1Hx49YzatMelL_F_Nh6iQ/s320/2-08playing.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The uncles both enjoy having some baby time, too. .</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34LVdeYzU6NZcWQXeQr-LeWvWTcU5N-X3McV2Qpm6xRXtP1SXCno13ua2DsRNgQHGA-Ez8b_N4XwDuy6HU9VjEcp2R8LdwJI5mU79Mk5QUNS3xr1wm-9Tpm15MLWRzClLiRtgbw/s1600-h/1-08michal+teddy.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169882710170231794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34LVdeYzU6NZcWQXeQr-LeWvWTcU5N-X3McV2Qpm6xRXtP1SXCno13ua2DsRNgQHGA-Ez8b_N4XwDuy6HU9VjEcp2R8LdwJI5mU79Mk5QUNS3xr1wm-9Tpm15MLWRzClLiRtgbw/s320/1-08michal+teddy.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCaFNAOILvu3VnZD1G4FTp-_1KcE2aB1Y65zyyI0ByVIs7uz4Sbb6SSBrt1BWPkpyhcrJgNdmX1xJiPyKAcOgq1mIDWsVItmDZcbylg2hYN0g3sRvDq6HDhVGdrwa6GcNzS5e8w/s1600-h/100_6520.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169883891286238210" style="WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" height="221" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZCaFNAOILvu3VnZD1G4FTp-_1KcE2aB1Y65zyyI0ByVIs7uz4Sbb6SSBrt1BWPkpyhcrJgNdmX1xJiPyKAcOgq1mIDWsVItmDZcbylg2hYN0g3sRvDq6HDhVGdrwa6GcNzS5e8w/s320/100_6520.JPG" width="319" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></div></span><div align="left"></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Along with grandma and grandpa:<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBlzDCZhXMo_zCQZij_VbjQHnNHbvcTp6VlFF7GWsgTx3-UROli4XmCFhm95rwcQBiMDipXExx8Qt9Nt3yNAsFEivbp4niJV20EqSSfWgQn0KqmGBOdWrVr2HG87VfktTs63DYZQ/s1600-h/grandparents+teddy+kiss+2-08.jpg"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQOva3A-6G0PgxWdYvO29IF7jXtpiTBWy7lD2aU3wtfJKz-RIRbWFXBeGWqCqPnF05mwMbpfwaAk0Pmva9rFddlOztS_gpQQcNslLaIRtxkN99OFPVnvhe8Na6_h93LEdV3C9FA/s1600-h/1-08grandma+teddytoy.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169885068107277346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRQOva3A-6G0PgxWdYvO29IF7jXtpiTBWy7lD2aU3wtfJKz-RIRbWFXBeGWqCqPnF05mwMbpfwaAk0Pmva9rFddlOztS_gpQQcNslLaIRtxkN99OFPVnvhe8Na6_h93LEdV3C9FA/s320/1-08grandma+teddytoy.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGa1LLf75_oMhZH0vs6s3F1_uJSObvAZ2541KzL5PinuKJ_KHpuxbKkMNtJ5UWu28tDuC4miN24YgJS1kUHmkDYozeJwT-XCCF_oJoV-JGBdDqsdqa15jUx5q2QE5EvjZVBtE65w/s1600-h/1-08grandpa+teddy.jpg"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169885437474464818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGa1LLf75_oMhZH0vs6s3F1_uJSObvAZ2541KzL5PinuKJ_KHpuxbKkMNtJ5UWu28tDuC4miN24YgJS1kUHmkDYozeJwT-XCCF_oJoV-JGBdDqsdqa15jUx5q2QE5EvjZVBtE65w/s320/1-08grandpa+teddy.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"> </span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">The boys also manage to squeeze time into playing their instruments in the basement. I call their “band”: “Wasted Talent in the Basement” but they call themselves the Owens Brothers Band. (They are pretty good, even though I’m their mom, and they never play any of my requests.) </span></div><div> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">We hold a yearly barbecue that we call the Owens Backyard Bash or OBB that includes a combination of the boy’s friends, our neighbors, and coworkers and we have the Brothers band for entertainment. </span></div><div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyE7GVZlWHAe-xm_4Ul63fo_Yn6FZJt5PYAoIUgGjg-La8lQIioRk1J0aqkWD95AbPT34C6KDpU3Ro' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">We make a pretty wicked hot dog for the OBB!</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUfNq7PUZPgWS-7BlbpV4jufjcjYVEvRGvUgFnj6DjC6HsjlanHD2tMxSdOsRwf9ardNkRY-jn3A2paBYHSXBeNKVRvLG8IJpXbz-igp08FNPZRrNb7xJwZkbnHR85PY9qMwjBQ/s1600-h/100_5519.JPG"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169887056677135426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidUfNq7PUZPgWS-7BlbpV4jufjcjYVEvRGvUgFnj6DjC6HsjlanHD2tMxSdOsRwf9ardNkRY-jn3A2paBYHSXBeNKVRvLG8IJpXbz-igp08FNPZRrNb7xJwZkbnHR85PY9qMwjBQ/s320/100_5519.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I have to admit that I am a reality television junkie and have not missed a season of watching survivor , American Idol, or dancing with the stars.</span></div><div> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">I have thought it might be fun to try to compete on one of those shows, but I probably wouldn’t do that well.<br />Not from lack of trying on my part. </span><br /></span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I don’t feel I’d be a great survivor contestant because:<br />1. I would end up looking like the anorexic girl they had last season, because I have one of those great metabolisms that lets me eat just about anything I want-(again a blessing for me).<br />2. I don’t like bugs.<br />3. My husband would say I am too opinionated and wouldn’t be able to keep my mouth shut when I should.<br />4. I would work myself to death around camp and be bad at the challenges, due to fatigue, because I am one darned hard worker and love to clean! (Hence the nickname from my middle son of the “terminator cleaner”.)<br /><br />I don’t think I‘d make a great contestant on dancing with the stars because:<br />1. I’m not a celebrity.<br />2. I’m not that great of a dancer, even though I like dancing, can keep a beat, but would probably pass out doing turns!<br />3. My husband says I like to lead and he vows we will be taking no more dance lessons until I learn that the female does NOT lead!!<br /><br />As for American Idol:<br />1. I don’t sing.<br />2. I’m too old for the competition.<br />3. I spend way too much time comparing the contestants to my own sons and saying “our boys could compete on that show!!” (I know this is the mother in me, but they definitely would not be in those outtake reels!!)<br /><br />And even though I don’t watch Amazing Race, I wouldn’t be a great competitor because:<br />1. My husband and I would end up divorced trying to accomplish the goals. (You just can’t have a person whose internal compass is totally screwed (me) working with a logistics specialist !)<br /><br />Anyway, the point I would like to make, is that I am just like the millions of people who watch your shows with the hopes and dreams of “wow, wouldn’t that be great to do that” or “win that” or “travel there” or “also help those people.” I sometimes feel slightly jealous about all the free gifts, prizes and such that your shows give away….Why can’t that be me? I feel like I am totally deserving! But you know what? I really wouldn’t trade my life for any of those great perks, especially if it requires some of the adversity that we have seen and heard about on your shows. I guess I'm just one of your average viewers but I don't feel "average".... I feel pretty Blessed! </span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">I will continue to catch glimpses of your shows, continue to religiously sign up for HGTV’s dream home, publishers clearing house sweepstakes, have my husband buy the occasional lottery ticket (you know… when it gets really high and gets a lot of attention), look for my favorite “I’m going to Disney World!” commercial that runs after the Super Bowl and wish that it was me going to Disney, and continue to wish I could see your shows more often. I will probably lament that “ I never win anything.” But that’s ok. </span></div><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Maybe one day in the future, I’ll be like that stay at home house wife that was surprised that she was chosen to dance with Derek, from dancing with the stars, on Oprah. Maybe I'll win a trip to Disney, or get a chance to travel more, but until then, I know I will continue to dream, be thankful for all I have, and enjoy my life! </span></div><div> </div><div align="left"><br /><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Sincerely,<br />A devoted TV daytime talk show fan that unfortunately has to work during daytime viewing hours.</span></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-2369975589179569352008-02-13T11:50:00.004-05:002008-11-13T15:38:39.106-05:00IT"S Not the Big One!IT’S NOT THE BIG ONE, so take a deep breath!!!…IT”S JUST ME WRITING A BLOG!! <br />I almost hate to ruin my family’s running joke about my blog writing absence!<br />Jeffrey, in particular, may have to come up with a new standard answer to questions from the “this is my question, mom!!” <br /><br />Most of the conversations go something like this:<br />Me: “ I need to ____ “- (Here you may insert any appropriate activity such as: clean, read, take bath, go to Walmart, watch TV, etc.)<br />Family member: “You COULD go write a blog.” <br />They have been pretty relentless about wanting me to post something. <br />I’m not sure they were all that interested in my thoughts before when I was blogging on a more regular basis, but I appreciate that they seem to have missed me writing.<br /><br />I can’t really believe it has been so long since I sat down and wrote anything!<br />If I think about why I haven’t blogged, I would have to say it probably is because I didn’t feel like I could adequately describe the wonderful experience of waiting on a new grandbaby to make his appearance and then the reality of having a new grandbaby. <br />I was discussing this problem with Cara, “my blog mentor”and the person that introduced me to the blog world. (Admittedly, this conversation took place about a year ago!) She said that when the subject is emotional, she sometimes just posts pictures. That made perfect sense to me but I still felt like I should be writing something incredible about the baby! .<br /> Teddy is just the most adorable baby and it has been GREAT being grandparents and watching him change so quickly. <br /><br /> It seemed like forever while we were waiting for him to make his appearance but it was so exciting when he arrived. It only took one look and it was all over ….we all fell hard for the little guy!<br />We can’t seem to get enough of him! It seems like each picture taken of him is cuter than the last! (I know that I am totally biased on this subject…but he really is the cutest baby ever!) Below is a sample of his adorableness!!!!:<br /><br />You can see his new teeth in this one:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFzPlFtFzRg1iqJMlK1D-McbY44_pC0K7oj23TY6g9u64gZznlNJhGyN_guMjLqFU-_G5jsDq6PmHc_NfJiqgGfKSMmz142b8C1D0ygxL0INBfapDTYpemiDCtsM94Mt5D4VeVg/s1600-h/teddy+smile2-10-08jpg.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFzPlFtFzRg1iqJMlK1D-McbY44_pC0K7oj23TY6g9u64gZznlNJhGyN_guMjLqFU-_G5jsDq6PmHc_NfJiqgGfKSMmz142b8C1D0ygxL0INBfapDTYpemiDCtsM94Mt5D4VeVg/s320/teddy+smile2-10-08jpg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511251037184882" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxihJj3ILndJIq7Wdghh305zFwb74RW2PLGTNUd6_iW5lMY5pNwMqotUS4f99cSWJvWgvptU7ffFuTSeOO-YPp8pj6PPtFRV6tZXC_BsMFlI0hDjIBZe-eVmHJrojsjeUJOqZ5wg/s1600-h/teddy+smile+teeth2-10-08.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxihJj3ILndJIq7Wdghh305zFwb74RW2PLGTNUd6_iW5lMY5pNwMqotUS4f99cSWJvWgvptU7ffFuTSeOO-YPp8pj6PPtFRV6tZXC_BsMFlI0hDjIBZe-eVmHJrojsjeUJOqZ5wg/s320/teddy+smile+teeth2-10-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511263922086786" /></a><br /><br />He loves his tongue...that is totally a grandpa and mom trait!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzArzJBpXWYjoPd594rIeCb-8E5nebMcrLemmkVoblYdoMpKCCu1MKt1vJvzX7GTZB9eLUlqjlvw2ljHPlXUT3hT9-Zak18vJn6k_J9YSYht3urSUA0rp9Lpdhdecm_qFWCzgqA/s1600-h/teddytongue2-10-8.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNzArzJBpXWYjoPd594rIeCb-8E5nebMcrLemmkVoblYdoMpKCCu1MKt1vJvzX7GTZB9eLUlqjlvw2ljHPlXUT3hT9-Zak18vJn6k_J9YSYht3urSUA0rp9Lpdhdecm_qFWCzgqA/s320/teddytongue2-10-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166511281101955986" /></a><br /><br />I confess that I show off pictures of him to my co-workers pretty frequently and must admit that they have been pretty good about not groaning when they see me dragging out the new pictures. (BTW-That bragging and picture showing is allowed in the grandmother’s rule book!) The doctor I work for is not as enthused about the baby pictures and sometimes gives me a hard time about all the pictures, stories, etc about the baby. He is a big hunter and loves to show his deer pictures and elk pictures and tell stories about them. I told him that everytime I have to look at dead deer or elk pictures, then he has to look at baby pictures! It seems to be a good balance!!<br /><br />The mystery Blogger has done a wonderful job posting some adorable pictures of “the-adorable Theodore” in my absence and I really appreciate the “substitute Blogger” stepping in and assisting with the big events going on around here. I hope he will continue to ”Share” this blog. He actually has some good stories in him and I would love for him to write a few more!<br /><br />There always seems to be a lot of “things to do” and as I’ve mentioned before, writing really isn’t one of my favorite things… I much prefer sitting around reading, watching cooking and decorating shows ( or reality shows, you know). And basically now, TEDDDY TRUMPS ALL Things!! <br /><br />Having the family over is like a big treat and we really look forward to our weekend get togethers. We love having the “firebug” over.( This would be the daughter-in law that loves to mess with starting a fire and “tending it”. ) There is nothing that beats good food, nice cozy fire on a winter’s day, and all the family over…and of course TEDDY!!!! It usually ends up being the “Teddy show” and we all sit around and watch him play, learn to crawl, eat and do all those baby things that seem like such big deals!!<br /><br /> During the week, it has been a little quiet around here since the youngest went back to college. We really miss having him deciding what’s for dinner!!! (Just kidding, we miss him for other reasons too!!! But if he is reading this: What’s for Dinner?) <br /><br /><br />Well, I have been composing this little blog for several months ( even though it doesn’t say much), and I really need to post it . I hope I will be inspired to write a few more blogs in a timely fashion, but I’m not promising anything at this point!!MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-54724810200221285372007-12-28T11:03:00.001-05:002008-11-13T15:38:39.223-05:00Christmas 2007 A few PicturesSince the real blogger STILL not blogging, I thought I would put these pictures up for you to view. Maybe the real blogger can post the pictures she wants the world to see.<br /><br />Notice the mom ( top right picture ) looking for the Size of Teddy's new PJ bottoms (our traditional matching PJ bottoms on Christmas Eve.). Guess what Mom, They are home made and made to fit, there is no size.<br /><br /><br />Hopefully the real blogger will start participating shortly.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_srbPaI7uUu3meIVKAXIyKObbaUijlhjiSscyNnSJD8JE9bGcevXVpWkT8UWh4kCATYu22WrkymXqEXfjXXJm3rX-HGOA84pdU8roC0ThCkCPbebw2WwdpMgKPiYanN8jCLhAPA/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149055265216587954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_srbPaI7uUu3meIVKAXIyKObbaUijlhjiSscyNnSJD8JE9bGcevXVpWkT8UWh4kCATYu22WrkymXqEXfjXXJm3rX-HGOA84pdU8roC0ThCkCPbebw2WwdpMgKPiYanN8jCLhAPA/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-31371911668905084702007-12-22T12:28:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:39.339-05:00Before the First ChristmasWell, the real blogger did not take her turn to post the Thanksgiving pictures, so the mystery blogger has to post a few before Christmas pictures. Hopefully the real blogger will start with the First Christmas pictures as soon as 12/25/2007 comes and goes.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoo2cM96mQR3aUFrkavkoUWZ984unhkUIs_AfiKfJT5q9-wkXbaqUh_uBfGWuwR20nwqRvcmY6lN7rDTFcx5Q-0FUTetbR0cl0LZnT8s_vi2qNJ-jANeGkYV2JrFy5XKhEJA-SQ/s1600-h/FirstSanta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146850817417341090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPoo2cM96mQR3aUFrkavkoUWZ984unhkUIs_AfiKfJT5q9-wkXbaqUh_uBfGWuwR20nwqRvcmY6lN7rDTFcx5Q-0FUTetbR0cl0LZnT8s_vi2qNJ-jANeGkYV2JrFy5XKhEJA-SQ/s400/FirstSanta.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-36347784067850321632007-11-01T18:06:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:39.511-05:00Guess what Teddy was for Halloween?That's right , a Teddy Bear.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLuN4e-hR1L9qMukcv6Rcqz1yw2dFOKH5dHPCIDByu1TXTrzg0vje0V0pNnMVotpaHijGq_yWGo9QYpWYyIhkfE6AQmjEB-y4Fvzqw_v5P02NJNlqID4Di-l24buWJ2upZCFydg/s1600-h/TeddyTeddy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128012556326507602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfLuN4e-hR1L9qMukcv6Rcqz1yw2dFOKH5dHPCIDByu1TXTrzg0vje0V0pNnMVotpaHijGq_yWGo9QYpWYyIhkfE6AQmjEB-y4Fvzqw_v5P02NJNlqID4Di-l24buWJ2upZCFydg/s400/TeddyTeddy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Posted by the mystery blogger. Still looking for the real one.<br /><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-33396801200577843032007-10-15T14:27:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:39.930-05:00Hail to the Redskins<div align="left">The youngest dedicated Redskins fan.</div>and if the real blogger starts blogging then we might get a few more pictures. But I just had to post this one.<br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxf3azngTS1BRMOfUCIk1XdlatSyVuraWXuKhBuBusbmOiV5PQb_n9UfFGEp3SJPiRkLscnNWw_IVJVLwGGM5YXbfB4bPD8MZawg-_iH5_72FCPC_XxCFaJhLZmSG7J-mbRn1FQ/s1600-h/1570822599_d6769e1992_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121647343224618482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYxf3azngTS1BRMOfUCIk1XdlatSyVuraWXuKhBuBusbmOiV5PQb_n9UfFGEp3SJPiRkLscnNWw_IVJVLwGGM5YXbfB4bPD8MZawg-_iH5_72FCPC_XxCFaJhLZmSG7J-mbRn1FQ/s400/1570822599_d6769e1992_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-67457263827922027392007-10-14T10:59:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:40.281-05:00Technology is GreatWhile sitting down to grab a bite to eat before we take off for the boys to play a little gig, The youngest asks "Can I print form this computer?" I answered "Yes". So he then issues 3 copies to print of the set list and all the words to go along with the list. As we continue to eat lunch and we all hear the printer printing.. I went in to see if the printer needed paper cause the printer stopped. You see what I found. We had somewhat cheap paper in the printer and when it comes out, it curls up. We had this well planned print of 3 copies printed laying all over the table and floor. So much for planning ahead. Yes there is a printer in there somewhere and the mess is not staged. This is how I found the print job.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Yk7xB_IceBn2D-ZUn1MvJs2V_sAV6LqBdckP4WzbLFWyfZDiAjPD-fqC4kQuRe5UlKPBMIRJLzo6Fp_xMG0MBT2mgSfGgLjOU78cQAH-AzadL-HuiM3t8Gn5AZNIfYBJqEj_0g/s1600-h/100_5685.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121223039110479314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Yk7xB_IceBn2D-ZUn1MvJs2V_sAV6LqBdckP4WzbLFWyfZDiAjPD-fqC4kQuRe5UlKPBMIRJLzo6Fp_xMG0MBT2mgSfGgLjOU78cQAH-AzadL-HuiM3t8Gn5AZNIfYBJqEj_0g/s400/100_5685.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p></p><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>And now for a new picture of, Well you know who.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121226612523269602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqVkPKgpt_w4nfWjkZNYrrA-hsNnmH4rOpun901k0uklJrsePrAZRZ17dUGKUG3i1OQTfjXLrgTqapmp3FfEcOzE-d3xuzH17Oacer45Y1aXGr_bIyrcEu7a3ZzSO1zaXTzRwIjw/s400/100_5699.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p></p>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-87584592827823990742007-10-03T17:16:00.001-05:002008-11-13T15:38:40.580-05:00Another group of picsYou wanted another, here it is.. taken on 09/29/2007<br /><br />Although the real blogger should be doing this.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYapbAgntKO6Fx_CUSifGN0rZVgiTVRsg7Pljiua1H5GNKiBdTDpetzqUJlTwGFgNnKckCXoszvJ7_iUh2RtrtMpuqd-gYmReDqASNPR2Y2CCM5uEZMqhnUsRCRn0rvmpz5ORDXg/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117238065374035394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYapbAgntKO6Fx_CUSifGN0rZVgiTVRsg7Pljiua1H5GNKiBdTDpetzqUJlTwGFgNnKckCXoszvJ7_iUh2RtrtMpuqd-gYmReDqASNPR2Y2CCM5uEZMqhnUsRCRn0rvmpz5ORDXg/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-34090569784288731542007-09-13T16:46:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:40.897-05:00Proud Grandpa (Oops Mystery Blogger)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkjlDPegVRpKMJF56q7GRQ8Ymz-6iwwYxi5z3Rwds_LrVdQsAgwTVvdNa9bvsmO0Tn5TpfACmRTn043wGP3BVRwbiDzHDUQdovlRqZdjjiC5d_owPiu6AgvDdvoKJaWeUT9Wo7w/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109808997460146210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMkjlDPegVRpKMJF56q7GRQ8Ymz-6iwwYxi5z3Rwds_LrVdQsAgwTVvdNa9bvsmO0Tn5TpfACmRTn043wGP3BVRwbiDzHDUQdovlRqZdjjiC5d_owPiu6AgvDdvoKJaWeUT9Wo7w/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I this the best or what?</div><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-83350456180273833612007-09-10T19:19:00.000-05:002007-09-10T19:21:41.252-05:00Why not blog?The real blogger has time to blog tonight, but the excuse this time is "I am spending time watching football with my husband." WHAT!<br /><br />by the way it is now 08:18 my time and the real blogger is now upstairs taking a bath..MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-9604937803684236332007-08-21T13:03:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:41.105-05:00What OBB5 was about<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCced7Z3vbEtBymC8NyUaGPU9cV5PY_sMxwzcjbO5kDyXTcBFgdZFitWXOtH7jyI5lwG6YAcEoSwNyK6qfzCkRRazgOv-iEwOGT4vN2gqMJXx8_LFU2Y-pn1zSdfAoOuJbaow9w/s1600-h/collage.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101216298208010642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPCced7Z3vbEtBymC8NyUaGPU9cV5PY_sMxwzcjbO5kDyXTcBFgdZFitWXOtH7jyI5lwG6YAcEoSwNyK6qfzCkRRazgOv-iEwOGT4vN2gqMJXx8_LFU2Y-pn1zSdfAoOuJbaow9w/s400/collage.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Friends, Family, Music, and Food<br />ok and maybe a little beer.<br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-62764022488636938842007-08-06T15:26:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:41.178-05:00Cinco De OBB Chili Recipe<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvM9kr9gbQg1Wx8HS1Dl9joz-5TFozjXOTf5e2aA7fAJQR8fiS_ekxWJSYbsKWm8TQd6ENhJDfmDeB9-MNFz39CQPgOharX9-ye4ATbjKnSzBKR5bE-KE1idaUguDwU_2YzDTXw/s1600-h/93OBBhotdogs.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095687119786055890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZvM9kr9gbQg1Wx8HS1Dl9joz-5TFozjXOTf5e2aA7fAJQR8fiS_ekxWJSYbsKWm8TQd6ENhJDfmDeB9-MNFz39CQPgOharX9-ye4ATbjKnSzBKR5bE-KE1idaUguDwU_2YzDTXw/s400/93OBBhotdogs.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>History of OBB Hot Dog Chilli<br /><br />The West family owned a Drive-In Theater in WVA. They had the best dog chili for miles around. This recipe is handed down from family to family. The only thing difficult about the recipe is that it is for the size of pot for the drive in theater. I have included the actual amounts I put in for the Cinco De OBB chili. </div><div> </div><div>And the only way to eat a hot dog, for those who come from WVA. is chili and slaw.<br /><br />Real Recipe: as handed down and as written:<br />10 LBS. Hamburger<br />4 Tbs. Garlic powder<br />Onion Salt<br />4 Tbs. chili powder<br />½ bottle Tabasco Sauce<br />3 Cups onions<br /><br />Brown meat. Cover with water. Cook onions<br />1 gallon ketchup<br />Salt and pepper<br /><br /><br />OBB5 Hot Dog Chili:<br />6.72 lbs hamburger<br />3 Tbs garlic powder<br />2 Tbs Onion Salt<br />3 Tbs chili powder<br />1 full bottle of Heinz Ketchup 50.5 ounce, and ½ bottle of same (so 1.5 bottles)<br />¼ bottle Tabasco Sauce (Small bottle) adjust to your taste.<br />½ cup real onion chopped fine, and ¼ to ½ cup dried minced onion<br /><br />Brown meat and chop into small bits.<br />Put into large stewing pan. (mine is 8 Qt. no stick)<br /><br />I mixed all ingredients in a big bowl until even, then added to meat.<br />I also added small amounts of water until I got the thickness I wanted.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Now the rest of the Cinco De OBB will be the next BLOG.. I am goin to press the original blogger to post the story. But I will tell you that is was the best OBB to date.</div><div> </div><br /><div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-89093568610682978192007-07-30T13:38:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:42.725-05:00So what do ya do on a Saturday Night in Manassas?You have a Toga Party.<br />Rumor has it that the missing blogger was there.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfw0uuIFHTSM_jcQRc2iyYnLd_J0-OsrmN9hCeMPhx4jwd-HeWFZHPMn8Is12dqDlXCd80LGTCc83uNjO21ee-izcYgasM4tuM6ihau0e97A8iZwgsHX73u9mkByMgzZqL4dWTw/s1600-h/Toga1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093061391529646242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfw0uuIFHTSM_jcQRc2iyYnLd_J0-OsrmN9hCeMPhx4jwd-HeWFZHPMn8Is12dqDlXCd80LGTCc83uNjO21ee-izcYgasM4tuM6ihau0e97A8iZwgsHX73u9mkByMgzZqL4dWTw/s400/Toga1.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Notice TiKi Bar ( it was a tropical Toga Party)</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnfBip8Oh2Ieuox3lkSvgRwMb2GY4YgqJ7RR5oHvPELIoaqK_CB3GOwezhyVpjoaLH0YJCKkKpZVI3eKBXkcgMvE0UTdH8vUE4web2Uk1DR495zEkb4U41OKyWZY7YT-ZKW32sA/s1600-h/Toga2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093061477428992178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPnfBip8Oh2Ieuox3lkSvgRwMb2GY4YgqJ7RR5oHvPELIoaqK_CB3GOwezhyVpjoaLH0YJCKkKpZVI3eKBXkcgMvE0UTdH8vUE4web2Uk1DR495zEkb4U41OKyWZY7YT-ZKW32sA/s400/Toga2.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div>Yep I wore a Toga.. but not for long</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xp4S_EMnYbuyZskULegHdPJELYl2b-tx38FSnEy5Vx02E-jOPYRByWQ0YrUO3myoi19HQCsESiyyGyuKVXsQ3RnLBitVIahVOPR7peRfunAnOZYDEm6ggPcSgdJ8bsVPvQ1EHA/s1600-h/Toga3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093061670702520514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xp4S_EMnYbuyZskULegHdPJELYl2b-tx38FSnEy5Vx02E-jOPYRByWQ0YrUO3myoi19HQCsESiyyGyuKVXsQ3RnLBitVIahVOPR7peRfunAnOZYDEm6ggPcSgdJ8bsVPvQ1EHA/s400/Toga3.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>UUUUHHH!!! yep I be the cook!</div><div> </div><div> </div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20340953.post-7910830914532993692007-07-25T11:20:00.000-05:002008-11-13T15:38:43.336-05:00Now for my Green ThumbThe previous flower pictures were the flowers that the missing blogger has responcibility.<br /><br />These new pictures are the responcibility of the Mystery blogger. Note the Orchids are in their second bloomation, and I have two more waiting to bloom<br /><br />The other two are just my bonsai.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicci0vnBTZuLs8lz1D0tkfs-OQte51_jKhCR1cuyAmHim822rjBMX7cckRbZai1k_eh1IPA9aNJi-FW4ih6-RJwfsfOYnS5jmjiD11XObEu8FpK-x7DbyivJRJeK4Vh-ZuGw6uYA/s1600-h/100_5061.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091170923019606146" style="CURSOR: hand" height="292" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicci0vnBTZuLs8lz1D0tkfs-OQte51_jKhCR1cuyAmHim822rjBMX7cckRbZai1k_eh1IPA9aNJi-FW4ih6-RJwfsfOYnS5jmjiD11XObEu8FpK-x7DbyivJRJeK4Vh-ZuGw6uYA/s400/100_5061.JPG" width="280" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Mvdf9x2gQJJqhMGMawbLdUw99U_R8kff7RMOf_5SyDqR6tJU930YVAdsVtqjtQcSh24-qveH8Y7AbqY3BjZ-4XwMhf2PYCe0ZcIemnHdEt1HkSWUCi9e5tg5MPXWKb7ZsoFHjg/s1600-h/100_5060.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091170768400783474" style="CURSOR: hand" height="291" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Mvdf9x2gQJJqhMGMawbLdUw99U_R8kff7RMOf_5SyDqR6tJU930YVAdsVtqjtQcSh24-qveH8Y7AbqY3BjZ-4XwMhf2PYCe0ZcIemnHdEt1HkSWUCi9e5tg5MPXWKb7ZsoFHjg/s400/100_5060.JPG" width="306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUHPIBNrsyJ-qTRoW9MvAiH_0VKmfzPAj4iOOosta5r_9FAHMAMGD3Y2OL2I01tKueSXI6JwSQdIOXyOiXm0B4vfyfJwYlxVUApiZERZ4nXVX6OP1KkmYgzHvQxy9RA_oIw0l3Q/s1600-h/100_5059.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091170592307124322" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="298" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTUHPIBNrsyJ-qTRoW9MvAiH_0VKmfzPAj4iOOosta5r_9FAHMAMGD3Y2OL2I01tKueSXI6JwSQdIOXyOiXm0B4vfyfJwYlxVUApiZERZ4nXVX6OP1KkmYgzHvQxy9RA_oIw0l3Q/s400/100_5059.JPG" width="305" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4A1swIVUpzRvvkYlw8kYoGQ2l_aJuP-A066zPqysn64GRmISqZk_7wig6Kxnazke7ziG6jtJeAIyWauY070Ar7hp8FQbBvFxDyqEAehF5dB3zt9wsZmmBK8qrrubxrYA3LDKK-Q/s1600-h/100_5062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091171090523330706" style="CURSOR: hand" height="255" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4A1swIVUpzRvvkYlw8kYoGQ2l_aJuP-A066zPqysn64GRmISqZk_7wig6Kxnazke7ziG6jtJeAIyWauY070Ar7hp8FQbBvFxDyqEAehF5dB3zt9wsZmmBK8qrrubxrYA3LDKK-Q/s400/100_5062.JPG" width="305" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>MotherOf3Guyshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16173609516141081802noreply@blogger.com1