tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42344047478388733982024-03-18T22:17:06.709-05:00The Mola'sColtsFan76http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334885978144737521noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-38903187287113275162010-03-12T11:22:00.010-06:002010-03-12T17:29:53.606-06:00GROWING UP, UP, AND AWAY TOO FAST!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>The past few months have come and gone like a whirl wind. I am SO not going back and writing all the stories you've missed....but here are a few highlights from Joshua's first 3 months:)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">Joshua's First Bath</span></strong></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447800673134054946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU0quhRnTt0mH4NPs1hCcOeIBibRc6REl_WX0M_l-FMqfD_fDz5-gs336NQefLA-oo89KxR-GoYLr6sUulPY3qxeaCngT8GrVG0-q-YJilO08-YN96ZMxRw9al3LDK-YPkn12EciUSvDc/s400/294.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>First Thanksgiving</strong></span></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447800684102140402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6D35AqUFoOyhNU_DlGhO9aVBY0c-K4XH90E9P2WByc4lyDIiUp8ojjP6ZisiVMqokWfp-ZU0sJS9Y34vvSORfqw40_5XQZzdKS0sPx7HhJ_yLeBtmTZUxbtyMO9GwJePgkA39XYhAKJM/s400/299.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>First Chrismas</strong></span></p><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447800691141158210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRQeQVNZNYzRF3MkQ3IWNIDM0NiqctMkKEXNkxC-Ff6lP2TK7PZlKHFU0wSdD-Aa5asi_Ida-UizcI_O2VU6yt7DRLjggH01wAZBZHnZSWUWIJPbGhR_Lp1qZqVcc9rC7KlC3m6ESbGK8/s400/330.JPG" /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447802091803114322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdK5ryP5yf2Olt2UIb8hVKy2xrVt3QEtrppqk6YDKZVGPAkHFow3GAuAYXwUpKPEnKLtQ33poklkIEtgJYR8iuXwJ2beu4vJYdDvsAGYofSnV5w1Tt8I89iz4TJle7GJUEZggQE7hiPL8/s400/078.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#663333;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">The Nursery is Finished!</span></strong><br /></span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447802080663392482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtzcaa8zoq_dUkKnsxB7orvt54WrHnobVimPTdaEwnXgn3X4uYGzKvFUqNw8QvuQ9Tevk7ZHovKP15eCtl6IvgPI1Ka9IlQsBFKWX4J0Bu0R_ZTxuWtp76UUlJif6Qwo1-5myZId7yRnc/s400/014.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447802066922186242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTMlQODulq4shbRW4J6WkB0YKX-ibDthPs2oiB3mTBuKKDPe-DZn75JEos7OT9a6nGqjbL7z3qQolTMjlSfe5qoS4pG9YCePh9Y5XXa8mBvgl7234R5BModQRGbS3z4f8EpnGr-aQhIsU/s400/021.JPG" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">First Date....hee hee hee....</span><br /></span></strong></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803555462255698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI6aqicgIYk2SXsa91fVvvUYOSW7IkEkefTM0qB9Pd6Eft-1V1_ybUva9Fcr4GhlQiCa_CpkNG62xNL88wbtr1WxU5Juy1Frd7ruHYkEoXQyPOJldFos5oAb6zTRIVWeH4Q5CvowShyt0/s400/139.JPG" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Our Little Colts FAN!</strong></span></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803553817880306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSAm_bcnY6fuhDXkwCMv2ZvLiiLK3aAQjnrsO0ivVGhWg_PquYNVO_-NbhAUdyd6uq-UWpt7QkOaFn3yVq6xVEZQj6TIvdiRCqtCTEW1foRwtcIPCstXCxMsjWO_NXZ8cWRIXfEpb9FI/s400/122.JPG" /><br /><p></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803543928822498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVmFKU6QizyFgz6UPHY-0NT98CnXz5PBF86AnhvH1Too5Qc1weHNHwfivlbjwPZDpEkEskueUE8vz1EDpPZow5GhxfZUe5kj-ni6XcEI-HGrdvD58Ac14jrrwdrhkPc2mXi_LkbvbQTTs/s400/132.JPG" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>SUPERBOWL!!!!</strong></span></p><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447805199711715394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSXQXe7bE0h4EqFEUMOFelnFTQC28HGy10Fen3AN37aWz2ZA5H2avKwzGnufzzkb_bmdV-udyuWtnH13XtKRqhRPymD6uRBXPg0lDXsRuAkVCjfxTkhCKq4QlxZUVSSZgUvaTuVBzbKYo/s400/011.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447805208412026178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0QMhA35kfYtx7MdjdD1At2XeQjvCzPWkLqMn6zlg6dFPZ0wxwVodIWgtX_s5jxaLUesdFGQVcp6zTRrT4RSO-YdXIUUA0HTouK1nzh_tpQfB3eZKeS8RwGaO2GYZZZLtZx8SMa-dvQ90/s400/006.JPG" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">Reading His First Book</span></strong><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447805218210749186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig12gv03aGCh6CgWh4b_-JqhSNdyusiIaT26k1jnL420L8c6t34P0Rfxw4vpmt5neERtM1DF8IkWodvmxi-OI4euqhSlPl-RS7mXeZR6Mx4TgoBrX1D-B3_GgBanFGek97sXu_nYthYXA/s400/008.JPG" /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>Monkeying Around...</strong></span><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447807215301844338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6KBLCjtyuGr0U02o43a3YUW77l1CO2srbx7vq8p69Pwl-kU2T1slF32a6l-QmsiknQij6k2HKzb0m9MpK_RF4KlEapL8NJV-qpXyAo82HXnKnmddKeBiRh976b2wYG8CsHaJOBPhkPI/s400/017.JPG" /></p></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663300;"><strong>Just Being Cute</strong></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447807195087756946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhkE9kG_hJC2uRWt72WuQvFUaX89nCXVErU7TY-Zj3cYTYfcCvcri5xj37wfx929njICRuG6yySv3sG9ZP8LhBeIB5qij2fkhx83wy2sASlkTpUZUxOSQAguTsGyiRrDmnAB0Oagvo-r8/s400/013.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>Cuddling with Ma Ma :)</strong></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447807203952543522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR1E69c048Jdwwiol6rrTUtwda-PKfoprBsLdxzVJrxtT4nqRu8JYgyPwkUfrgtvF7fbVb_PXxUc5PXnXrX2m6vw4VhxjXqP6u4uuBt1tLMS_SlLueLqbm9CxlXOf-ZtFD5nJc7w3S4rE/s400/015.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>Meeting Uncle Thomas and Cousin Conrad for the First Time</strong></span></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447808241451465170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg768qeWICjzTlyM6gi4EIu9gGK2S-n7RmWpfpYP5HJtOvQjI3kokX6hWIsWz7Rno-mu_uQ7BFePi0fk1CCPKVClIKUr9p2jizThrG5RIv1AmUMTz8HRVDqAQfgxxzR0eCsWKuwTQURnq0/s400/051.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"><strong>First Time in His Excersaucer</strong></span></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447807230955749714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxCRsk5Dr6hxO7EYBXuCSxndf7jWCoJFfiXG50KJj5O5T89TNI-IaSKJQhJK5yGru3JVh33qNjMhgQxV9ANhb9uzOo6A7vAqvcMm8JSRECKkq_G6QGzdV0G7ZbVnL4Js-pL0p3DTyQB10/s400/058.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">Rock'n Out</span></strong></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447808249138241218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMEQeETHHcV4ghRV9xJy1d1tuUdVrgmrQd2_A7d9pkqU4zSXnxYt6YtFH5K2fuZ-eghFRyoe3WQ6B1f5MuTJiLYFZm9cyxaRuJcUtODojeA8RlHNMefsYidXepcRf-2TVsNteVd-1seVQ/s400/063.JPG" /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;">First Bowl of Rice Cereal</span></strong></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447808258019983490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii608IZzmaeQ5Q821Ajr0YLKQeZHv1SBquru1JrsMqW-8L6wYHrVbL8kV9Xaq9IXyfvOXTVy8KEkRcFLL2u8RNylb1ki3NK9wPN8F6ahmkjQU0_8tot9oSFvlo2YjBzef7Toyktm56YzY/s400/065.JPG" /></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-17357741084138375372009-12-18T14:21:00.007-06:002009-12-18T14:56:05.868-06:00FOR UNTO US A CHILD IS BORN<div align="center"><div align="right"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;">Joshua Charles Mola came into the world on November 20th 2009.</span></strong><br /></div><div align="right"><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416678405599806258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAqczrqlW1X9fMc2kO-UCM8cZpAhLNO0O-7VnOsS9YbV0Vrju5M2TbwXEM1SMeEAkYcCtZ-Bvss2cXfSuOWiZOmtUcU1CYUbgtPxkTcr9YCrhGFdYp_7XefR5sTWUi8p7VqvveM-9o1GA/s400/219.JPG" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>He was 10 lbs. 6 oz. and 21.5 inches long!</strong></span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">(No wonder why mommy had such a BIG tummy!!!)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">It was a very long road.....24 hours of labor and some minor complications ending in a C-Section.........<br /></div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416676047617732050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwmpU0iIcCMAX0jn6NC2wZKxCKKbmT1GgbZznaO5LzmAlNgqYu7gbImtQP2ioNNLY983QGfJ5jQ9iMWgGFbMDcGxm4b_YTQQNup-5eUt68Ubpe86QAar3iTD8qhDn6JisJYjDjUx2NE3E/s400/197.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416676052356465474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6o4ySrGopJnhw2rVb9G5qUjJXFr6YN6pG5g1t5VXkj_bX95iQouC82g1ZdFc6YN-x5JNdM1hCmb4N8T3hvJq3UUEKW5a9bN-AKTjNju0dJoAIaK-938pp4TzZDe5PPnwlIEP50JnnVDk/s400/198.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">But WELL worth it in the end!!!!!<br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416676058311340930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_sma2i_VD05zGmTurhgSd3el6KFI9Feta2sMO8YjXb2sT65e57f4F_rq46GPfffSo0J193U3qRnHE3visFi2V5vpUwL1x4svnzVnZ4pult7zbsxl9gSl9pb7eJkUppBJo8lyQjmfCPrE/s400/220.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Daddy's First Picture with Joshua<br /></strong></span><br /></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416678408873169970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQzAQC9xUmFMqBO9EVhoc0JBnhj-7BBMKXuO6GtldND4sxuUWRteTiSd3RebAEC94KPdGXbSsUQJ0Xs3FP7qolgJEngNbyisXaNjAzatmd25HOlcvJeHseaxytvQeEnZ5VKodmyNmZDbg/s400/225.JPG" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Mommy's First Picture with Joshua</span></strong><br /></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416678418561921250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGa1UeWZSK95py_d_UcpVTm4mTDKEjlX2eiYep0etXYJ3bvWs-1AZzHplv-j-qLrmRxWuT6HjxloLmZEhqdtxGmb9_rxT2hMiETc1HoK-3b4iqViPfLVnEuqS0CmDqEi1omvr69_do83o/s400/235.JPG" /> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">First Family Photo</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416680919159959826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigdAo5pkOkF-ELOcx1AMMwMuS-H1L9p0q_1veIFtncXR6QFVkcZQEaAFWRIo_sUJCbqMazc4tEPCDndASWU14z1LdIo75c_eBpIPtUlqGdKi8gMK93ZWAKUyaU4V_SxeRsEvk6EWlkXNg/s400/230.JPG" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">After a 4 day stay at the hospital....we set out for our new adventure as PARENTS!!!!<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">Here is a couple of Joshua's comming home pictures.<br /></span></p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681893669058578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGXSSk-XA43jJ3dsoUQJuDnHoRmzdW3WDRdP8JmKy_lvidP3t_aHtEB_LtQNJwhbg5Ew3IUNH24Cgv06m8BJRF6M4c0bawgrL3uwv1lB7ud0HVYUykKCycDCS6orBdxgDPQL0qqZSvAtM/s400/250.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416681899441335314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpEMLGGUiOyPzCLcPBRNO5tF33Llkwp-6FizuQEx1uB8VKTSuM_xnmdK94aCEasQ2vyx0Q6Dr0YLJNYTIl_uqPUyMyUJ3W7h4O6h__C_4mR5ZD5-C_8pvkcC4kVrPD8RQ2NPOb74PP2MU/s400/251.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-4899445342910616962009-12-18T13:50:00.001-06:002009-12-18T13:52:36.405-06:00UPDATES TO COME<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">I have been getting messages from many of you that it is time to update the blog! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">I know, I know.....</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">We are just now getting to a fairly decent schedule around here....and as soon as I can figure out how to download pics onto this computer...I'll start updating again! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>So stay tuned!</strong></span>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-5642281851075411132009-11-05T15:56:00.013-06:002009-11-06T10:59:41.612-06:00MY TRANSFORMATION<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"><strong>Ah....I thought it would be neat to share my transformation with you all!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">We made sure we took pictures of my ever growing body from the moment we found out up to 9 months.</span></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"><strong>Here we go......enjoy the show!!!!</strong></span></div><span style="color:#330099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">Every body is different...and for me; I began to show right away. My little pouch was not from the actual baby, but my body making a layer of protective fat!</span> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">2 MONTHS</span></strong> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742979574594498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS2O43xWlGLvLbNAmEil5cEacRYR-qZaSWZHaTZ7ryglu4sSG9N-RI320rmii6SPKlkKHrndxmxGVQitNVn_dOy4rHZSn6jpMUJvRdVJxHSLWjxByCnokwbRXsHH2gJa-6rGXUVF6WYz0/s400/2+Months.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>3 MONTHS</strong></span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400742985371423474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_55K1oWFiTgQNIfrbdWkfDM0VHQ_wjbk5Dr9K1ZpOvtbv63BOtf7Wt62bmgmP2qBROrKGWaYxccOhzamJVnT7Wt2rQu2-p8L8Vn3sGGCLz-BimITQ5lk195AxUzVYiRo3TWkkz0-XkHg/s400/3Months.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>4 MONTHS</strong></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400745083302721906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcbAjHHjGghyphenhyphenC6stzmpNYLM4FsQ5l7CNuI5dVx8iWNHTw9hyphenhyphenCDni9HB9_JtXFiAaRY7MYInaVbZDgqxyrQYaL0wB4B-eB5qH7wQgGxzgTI5djmTa-LmsLsdtXxCXDYJIeUqiR0h5JN8Gk/s400/4Months2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>4 Months with my sisters!</strong></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400745084426178994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYdl7Yg98L8q_wo2V_6kK7_U41tlfiJKGFsQPRgM7PY7oowpW014lKJtnadtbGp6vN3f52NjMQ8zbZenfhzky_g9BHTkwi_TYmCnDY3iMeQOKHBSLlNg4UXuSTfcjq6bmY9-pJtQvSWg/s400/4Months.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>5 MONTHS</strong></span> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400745090427992146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9FV-kSPIOSG8k7JcJxQ5CRqoXnZGS7mqoYgA_FLW4NCpajnChr86_i9Oz-iFID3TIV-RNVkOGJqBunEkQ7d0N-2OfhJNuJYt4hklCjCmb73DYYE6JVzwNjMb-hqjwA58KnjAEYbJa17Y/s400/5Months.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#330099;">Note the change in my face....Yep; this was the point in the pregnancy were I stopped eating "healthy" and started.....EATING....whatever I wanted! Hee hee hee.... </span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">6 MONTHS</span></strong></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400746461354416082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1Ro6IRJommkVmewK5-nbWAXUpRcrSlteXjSmEcqEQ4RwwzvHLxTULBJ-8X-q6sxlXP7jgHjt7aept3d6iYqUWRbMph4y2bJnNB5qnComB5fKYCM4VkF0LdCNzP1li3JFrzJkaFnDJz0/s400/6Months.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>6 MONTHS</strong></span>....The basketball begins!</span><span style="color:#990000;"><br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400746455073977138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdMaaWR1qIDKhSxFpxn4hwl0b7KMJUEhnCXmGUyFpTuBNHejuEFfKn4tzpoyyrKugk17kBZgEV84fLmWd2DdfpMahRtJ-zv0gArMSenGkHZ4noyTEsCp3o9yY8MxM3KZ8hSnZi7Ixm3SA/s400/6Months2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> <span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>7 MONTHS</strong></span> <span style="font-size:130%;">- Also my Birthday Month :) and also still EATING....</span></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400746464678862018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbgrnQwOnQodXe-DBYvFyOAUx6CzYOkusDliq0GaiKTfPFtf4wyrpjYikZI31s9TuwpLpCZBLTT-ab5uh10nqpQBubx0Hv7vcp2dTBZmCDD9oM_nLPqGLDIFuhMYg51w1ebDFfJLtNsas/s400/7Months2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000066;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">My 7 Month Basketball!</span></strong><br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400748043130080450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikMsfnCJHHRwMqUEnPSCZ4uRRDQZd-kvPxNGknK2XiKZEkwQwaFYMviBxScf5uoyDNS6xc3fBUspHfHFB1pTrigC0ppfalwO2us-J0K1z_0BjiXex1eAfXHI00UrGCQtbwbcRixTG6-mo/s400/7Months3.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#330099;">Ok....Month 8....here is where I get yelled at by the doctor because I've put too much weight on. She walks into the room and goes "Good Lord! What have you been eating?"<br /></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;">If she could only see this picture....she'd know.....</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>8 Months...Fat and Happy!</strong></span><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400748051987895682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5hHlvLFVlxSnI63-9V8BMGX660v_dyQpyqndLmxNyQtqWifj6IE16fe9vQiLw5KS2Rqw_07X4bUvBU18BJf24VRsF-5H6mBDra0C_hKCVxoIsZ-4AwqGKIuPyiogulpZnY-DkTB7rxj8/s400/8+Months+Food.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">8 MONTHS</span></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400749644208580898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAg2HWtpAYT2AVK_twH0s7if9QYXLYMQsgO7f1IhgFBxuoJ7WQ88xBKJIOYFRGr75aYbcWEUXEg6MQU74pc-rrc3p_HrbG-tI7b7KD2IePSHICeNYLK-a58uVbmWFrGMVK_NfqclZ8_xM/s400/8Months2.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">8 MONTHS<br /></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400749647880837954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtMDhgsiqfdwEZwFrjwiEEpl5hrkkWxTwiW_oxmjN7zhD66MTRUgCxuAKHHuQOeMntFsy_gqd74hJQnPsFp11xLWq-8huazcfWxouxZUg3ex2_o2_iu71Ttc997Jkqx6ses0L7RhkzpE/s400/8Months.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#330099;">Now, after getting yelled at by the doctor and seeing these pictures....I decided to lay off the fast food and go back to a more healthy diet. Just 2 weeks later and I looked better.</span><br /></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>8.5 MONTHS</strong> </span><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400749635251469058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnfJJGdJHq0E6li-75Bc_ujScU_I4WyW_LAhqfZkzqRZ5QWOyQfh27tcNymG62ONU9VOPrDfXJVnTYjlMUOiddo3ahosjpR2hJS3GIGIkk0IsJUgBHE5sCMbnKd_M1S89GN2TZWwW3kCk/s400/8.5+Months.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">9 MONTHS</span><br /></strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751875434378754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG2vbe-94dr8PP_k_lXcR0QIIGO-MZGJ_Yvegvc6eq__QWdWNqZAA25Bb_RYfAOkxCweXjDh1gd8-AspyeMTVHXPIiI0f7u1mTIb2ULN1-xfiEty5iOfthO9sfPhus4hbbox-MC12PHvY/s400/9Months2.jpg" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">9 MONTHS</span><br /></span></strong></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400751869751094610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ6q4KkdK72LNtzgZhj1amwh-Rf1SV8wjYLi6Q5CAI57JkptcWGy2HY6L6xAp_IWVkmQR3rrBIXvovNb19FdXQNUL81Xd8qVlQRfh1eWmQelT48VRca4qX_E_6iGEvz_zhJwxk1Dn3CRk/s400/9Months.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#330099;">I got my sister Kristy to play photo shoot with me. They say you should get your professional pregnancy pictures done around 7 months. That way; your showing, but your not huge all over. I said hooey to that! I wanted mine when I was 9 months! I wanted to be able to look back and remember it all when I was the biggest!<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400754040094012114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcgZESiIgNBZ-0vQ8lupVmKAFRP4Ry2ViXd0zbq0lDtBI77k1ex49kf55a6SaeOF6mgQi_zpvrX3hLP0HVl5hPuGAHfBs6jZj4Puj5VhuZ7KrwWoyyN2nN9BDdyx7_DANcD48CQm3hz8/s400/Slide.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400754026236970066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-b4ZQFQfWvus4cXaW0FSfz8Un2hyphenhyphen6TbGINPDzx-Kiyx-3xWw9mDMsw3dLWpE_hDECEJ2oAup4ms82q0hzfIgKFysTwrHE3C2zKmm7aLQ4aqXg6x7JG8uGx7LUcCXFrjRgXMBBm3Ij9I/s400/PicnicTable.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400754034694371330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqF4DOCMVtrGVob8O1UPi7lRg0yf6gIwmwbdYiVP8exeOjlbI5X2Mth0Xmnq9-OP6wSBXSb_n0ZrmHch30ig8WU6e8k7PnsqIdMAMcqoj03KrSRHXveSTrkVodiw6zEvD1mWoYZQP6Taw/s400/Tree.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401029043409183650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioU4L9sS31Ob_jHZR8yI9mdjqREXUS_JuwMsUVV0b8gSeHPd94uq0Lm9UcQAvI4QbRvgjIzvCchNA0lJAea8T_bXU8WfK8gu2sNkjqrzvXzWTxo5E1OIHA-_wDyiC6wsDUHesURvhGLAg/s400/Lookingdown.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">WARNING: Here come the belly shots!<br /></span></strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400752896746662258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW_PS8nc-gNiIvu39MCiFF7KFbF09jngU86kTyrLAQs6brmgxZmJkmVC4wuPE9k_n0eghN7jTOqKT7COtte6F_6gErFiwEv-PAdLYW0Y2XmXYAyePvr9_IRcqzBCQtlLQuZY3Bgrk4MK8/s400/Bear+Belly.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401029046928156002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicjE9a739sN6iwyf5dwRbH2uGTc-ZFwwVIqnkwCb0_PqrkV-t5o__im0uRNKTuuhOxlRhNZY1FkfxoWOIGSRhNILcqAKaoz_dUD_Wr7VpFa8QVsL4KeRX1oD6R3borSow2ZI5HA1ioPNA/s400/9Months+Belly.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">And there we have it! My 9 months of transformation! I LOVED being pregnant and will do it all again if that's God's plan for us! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330099;">As for now....Little Joshua is still tucked away inside; he should be meeting the world in about a week or so!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#330099;"></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">We Can't Wait!</span></strong><br /></span></div><p align="center"></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-62597344503075938602009-09-16T15:27:00.015-05:002009-09-17T15:29:46.401-05:00BACK-LOG O'BLOG<div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"><span style="color:#663366;">So....I lost my camera cord for the past month! So....here are some things you missed!</span> </span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;">AUGUST 12<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> : CHRISTIE IS 30!!!!!</span></strong> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382165360252501282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMu5DlFq-CHdFu9fNAkX3hvwStGmwBC4FxWG2vdcxIsdzmHeLgS95JnrsLPl_KG6nXlxmhL2fVJ4cLAyzlCsDN0FW0_YxQwzS50TVzgwbOpim2AqM7vsN3twXgLNDhOKTNwLQZv2szRP4/s400/img_0322.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;">I decided it would be great fun to get our friends together and go to Medieval Times dinner and tournament! I LOVED every minute of it! </span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382166531238173778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Nqp-kgfFg2cLgfxIST3JvQukRHYn288yhnCLunJrBYGc3_CSmMT3LR481v2Oh0xitxn-t1QgDGSGQ4O-u8TzLm4LtK454Wo9GhCfUEkgvPt4Yyq1GGEhw9ZVkqrfhyphenhyphenUWuku72jWfM68/s400/img_0455.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#33cc00;">First they gave us crowns in the color of the knight we were to cheer for (the black and white knight)....then we got our photo with the King! In the picture it's John and Jessica, Brian and I, Brandon and Missy and Chip and Katy and of course....the King!<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167724023135714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9XIGoWCmy6Blwu04ac45lfIkh3Dxvb7ZN78ZRon_kX3ZTF7peo9gz6ngzeVrjxxwothNt2rHFJmDfXCek2heE6hBeAh2iWWytufWmqyW7vGjVl4RG1Wdu1101jqsl234UA8IUSwmClJI/s400/img_0410.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#3333ff;">We actually had awesome seats! You couldn't have asked for anything more! We were perfectly centered and in the second row!<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382167871854085074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIeWM5qGUxpiyFRnLOudQYnHlp6BdahmBwduGOnVbMpg16q6SHtJp8QOzOjGR-MTHOXbtPJg2oWzRuA0XBFnKA-9GB-tp5W72GLXu-NhuJdFLp2P_chDKt3Hx4i_Ik8BKFOWG_8D13WEs/s400/img_0419.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#33cc00;">The food was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">absolutely</span> astounding! We had Tomato bisque soup...aka dragon tail soup, This giant chicken, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">potatos</span>, and ribs....and yummy desert....this apple turnover thing....<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Mmmmm</span>....</span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#3366ff;">Sorry...No action pictures. All the ones I took of the knights fighting and riding <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">their</span> horses didn't turn out. The only cool picture I got was this one of the princess....she's sad her prince is riding off in the snow.<br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382169267733137026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp9907vAi8ZX871oPyas7hCctNcc-nbepVZFspAzSPXhyphenhyphenLzS2tOGIf-O_tgt375MzGh6uqzSCk0AEZuzEBAvQ9tAVKdy0NfqQ5odGwKYmyX_KaiRvrcr5zMB15ccOyQi06mU2ubwBhULk/s400/img_0421.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;">After the show we took turns taking photo's by some of the neat decor they had set up.<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382169286660286578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKbYsSfI-pVBSwBhxZxCK6luHzK9oQmzXRXRSujhOgYrtz5xK_nhjeYweZ3ilC14fAfYFhnufCnLpLmsM3Hzy93Iiy4CS-ZpzYWaqK0Y4krqhPd2Mya-L3aXFKtCItctzaM2QnmMqTxms/s400/img_0428.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382169300804707874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsR4uUQ-gtYYAFuA5Sd17YhcgB_dc-f8-VMqXNcvgbnr-w-NL6t1gMGipMrgxnOc6QV9tf_hz0R0rIHlgwCW8dvpJcXQxn0c_ey9_pZ4-2MUJ3HVi4opi3ddweM294e6cS8kZSa86u560/s400/img_0429.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#3333ff;">It was a fabulous time! 30 will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">definitely</span> be memorable for me! </span><br /><br /><br /><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"><strong>Then next thing Brian and I did was go to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">GenCon</span>. </strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">GenCon</span> is a Huge Board Game Convention in Indy. It was Very interesting to say the least. Brian is super cool and a huge hit <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">among</span> gamers of the world. Even Board Game companies and designers know who he is. One particular company contacted Brian and asked him if he would work at the convention running games that people would pay money to play. He was delighted to of course! But, caused us to be <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">separated</span> most of the trip. No <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">biggy</span>....I can occupy myself! There was MUCH to look at and I was able to meet up with my good friends Jill and RD a few times during the trip. Well....here are some interesting photos I took.....</span><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">This picture best describes the whole <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">experience</span>......</span></strong></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176576131265826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_OKceOAELXNEVr0xkncmeuPHyUzTUoTqbfLSDiE-hCVSlL_mgEGQQvvkJUosIUZMRYjiJQpvycUxfIsEmMEGhRWdyyyRoGA03fiYTewBuNyWLddYcP-9_bwGXj0y3WiZgD3FvI-4dnnc/s400/img_0442.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">The place is full of tables like this were people are demonstrating games. There were also lots of booths where you could buy things like games, dice, clothing...you name it...it was there!<br /></span><br /><br /></p><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176585583058914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8XSx0b6taNY8Oc5P6yzx9GxcTLNvUSj80Hs1EroyqjFh1o5Ixd62F7yLUDQKt6_MMRC2NqrdW0lWj3zpgGsBnBBxVJB70K4kGpdxgSFWFjyfejaz_MMxXvKugpNSY7ZdSzUnzVZPD3_c/s400/img_0441.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Board games may not sound like a very popular thing.....but BOY it is! People from ALL over gather for this convention from all different states and even countries sometimes. Here is a camera crew getting a piece of the action.<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382176594409576850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbFb_WjrHQqTxQ7OudLVRUUKI81qTfQzrWMDWW-tDiVTLRwuqGIXwodJ8kbi7ZPJO-WDMwopf8Ghv8ik4arSGFy1EKR_ZQVGqBw7b2_MnlHHeMHCITcNhtwkmWNF3Td6afB-GDOnlxTBg/s400/img_0434.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">There is one REALLY funny thing about it though....you'll randomly find people dressed up! There was even a costume contest one day...( I WISH I had my camera THAT day!!) But...I only took it on the last day. Most pictures came out blurry...I had a man on stilts, a very slutty looking rouge, a rather large girl in a bunny outfit.....but here are a couple clear ones....<br /><br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382178001068481650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg__zigmRkNmIClsbJsy_clhfbF4pyTzTvzOLJdG8SOQPYibcCRZJ5iqo74cm6GmOHZBWkg19NL6moUo_hfTxL0fMYaAWA1u9atBfq4V-nCj-DymS36MJGC_uwhVOzgIxTBxycPiAdRok/s400/img_0440.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382177992283918130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBSCgbXVPbcmeybgNOnAAEt6rB7TVyDrrNOmMhWcQieoQm4hZe0_wb0ZUWya9SssR1EgumZFcZth_mcUEZZsOAtpsbjKYH6LqIbDICaJR8sktlWJbJhXFUmtcEzSnYdGwLTTZ46m-skeU/s400/img_0443.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#990000;">Yep. Interesting huh? And these were NOT taken on the day of the contest!<br /><br /></span></p><br /><p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#990000;">This is me and my friend Jill! We were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">cheerleader</span> buds back in high school, we've kept in touch and her and her husband also play games! So, Thursday night we got to have a game night together with the four of us and on Sunday she and RD came to the convention. We got to hang out and test some games together! (Yes...I'm wearing the same outfit I did on my B-day.....I have less wardrobe options these days)<br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382179515312305586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_wMWQx0qk5G6Me0_v5fb2XIFA1Nsm-o5hyphenhyphenZkNs5HMvJLhb_0SIBiWuAMiTvfGKSstwliXOpbgpNWJm3aBRylwuKwDpp7YxpowJr1Q1Sp_p1NYhJUvdZPLcEA7dnPd3dJXSVhRQmcGeM/s400/img_0452.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">Fantasy Flight is the game company that asked Brian to work for them...they are a very large company. They actually had the best set up (in my opinion) of any company there.<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382179481868322562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAKW0_huiyjdntolXGHQBkFxrf6ISJf7ykDVXeeaDFapufWx9kvHwKz2dOCIKNwVHJMw2BmflxqSPK9sYglhDcvQPxsVOHNosdqQ_0VunWfB6LToCbt1zq-sHm3zB4fVRqbTJG0j4SbYQ/s400/img_0433.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#990000;">They had him run quite a few games...I played one...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">hee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">hee</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">hee</span>....and WON! It was a racing game; I loved it! He fell in love with a few but bought the one that he thought I'd like too. Turns out we both LOVE the game and it's one of our favorites right now. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">CHAOS</span> in the Old World. But, these are photos of a game called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Arkham</span> Horror that he ran. (again...the only day I brought my camera was Friday...so I missed all the others he ran)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382179496023474834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-mN2IPboAWmnUSOdwKfAGK33gAYSoV4IbV0wFotol3GOLRAEADsoerxUI9Tj_a_9QAMqUb5DPejn9EMwy9NoYgctK0dA3DD-IceRe5xrg3O0DT07kIpqEg1GZ0lrK6SUhM3eryYGsGGM/s400/img_0450.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382181354611681218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio73WAbyUDRPL8R4H1XvpfFaNSLaHppBGNLhtp8hTNwvkUi0Zutbzz5QdNk5KjwEnhcEBvzK1ZGFb9Ml21AjVx9vLhkk_I00dVDIycPS2ks6WVU4Lc1TZCuz6yZb6Tj4zFC_Pya25jbJg/s400/img_0445.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382179503819910898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqxx-VMOMln9lR8WaaE_QxCUXUnu62f6m5xB7T8C7RjWn7IVir-9CPWxoBIU5h9fQ5IzXHZUTQUyNNQYs1L4y9xm1sXJxdLVMi4_vnygcJb_gUAdkc7G_Ss1wtPTa9LYTTIWTyUze9uYQ/s400/img_0449.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#cc0000;">Isn't he so cute in his glory! I should have had him blog about his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">experience</span>...I'm sure it would have been more informative!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-83514750099712444502009-08-10T09:51:00.006-05:002009-08-10T10:22:00.190-05:00LOST BUT FOUND<span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">I owe my photographer Jessica an apology! When I uploaded the shower pictures, there were only a few and most were blurry. Well....I just up loaded some more pictures I took. While I was looking through them I was like...hey..I don't remember that shower picture...or that one...or that one...<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">I think there was an error the first time I uploaded! So...here are a few more pictures from our baby shower that were lost...but now there found!</span></strong></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Our travel swing!!! Yeah! Our baby can be rocked to sleep any where we go!......hopefully!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368349193606257138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_4rE-7Ur2BHR785-0PWGnIo1MQlyUHBd1tSMS_Ptx7oMI_OwBZy7XvBvjw_cxZRPxhncECtbX2_IKJafnzm0XKfEXOfCEYCodX6D9MIkTREMnXbfLk54XRccShaCDwZx_6-_y3jAzycM/s400/img_0383.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Is that not adorable?</strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368349186409720498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5lmDCh0r31dV-HKtLSKFvA_GQ7RfJjTlWI6HTo9Xh934ED9Co4oem_7mQiXIGLr_4TCHaiZJdPIPA3AhrryHyBnLvW16F3yDgAFl603uJVNv-_1AL4MP0LjQJUvfIbxLZS0XQocs_SNc/s400/img_0379.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">And Booties to match!!!</span></strong><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368349179022398178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkEBwxmOkMgIXBEys6O2p2sp9_PA84TH8NI0AC8Gb0d-hxe1Z5vxEJtOsgbgve9bz6KedGxIQ8jQHpmCgCw5QOY3w4sUxL7wYcvW2btBj-3DokdDvyVw302vR8-KvrTzhyphenhyphengjh5XNjwWkY/s400/img_0378.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>As you all know Brian LOVES board games...before the shower he asked me..."hey, do you think we'll get any games"? In this cute excited voice...and I said..probably not honey...these will be gifts for the baby not you!<br /><br />Well.....we did get a game! Our baby's first Board Game! </strong></span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368350664797858850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOX1hPpZVp4VszYYtovrZ1mXWxbXNLHvPZ0iv2LhZMIU8ZtNRX6-hoj3Ii4sGfL4rHoBo60hNtLudydlh7ifewydU55DgbRcVmZEFo8F0fkKU_waevcXbWTW5heELtBVxjKoy_-2FM1R8/s400/img_0376.jpg" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368350674750394290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ATGE9hgiGB7-B2QIoe0v6Jy2EARQi9g2RAzGiUfqHsh5-jly7hFMnLUeaZFRHlSjoDwfY4D_yZjD7aVoy-bzXShV8gFfKmLnbraWSOZSfHFcVE_ed3_8w4okZNFEGe8d37Ces4TdAeI/s400/img_0377.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;">Knowing how much I love pirates...Jennifer made this Bib! It says:</span></strong></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"> "ARG, TIME TO WIPE ME BOOTY"</span></strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368354801056085426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMliyt2nesalP1rqN-E7ZRtjO3OwKjGsrxTzYghefgWB3sPXNIVW7scpjJ4OgtBi96PIr4ZrDqcNEVtioPTUb-WDsf7sXIygU5Pf-n8-iuT4-QAtvdiTJAldeJ0b5UGzTSGw43K0VTe2c/s400/img_0387.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Brian's mom Carla, Brian, Me, and his sister Jennifer...just before the shower.</strong></span><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368352204558913026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghXOfIUOpi30HScvXLQH282dqwrkz_xB_N5mi9UxDLuUlfPkK4NRTv51nZYnFa7h5wQ8OFHOoMMWCNMvmDTscMkl4RJysw97Oon2oGm0m9wPDwIzUn58OAn9i3YMRlUGXo9TxajJCDwuo/s400/img_0325.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>Jennifer and I just before the shower.</strong></span><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368350675039635266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizxbcA-_YSx4VnKGhgF8XjbQ0gip-SZ8b-RDEjc7iktvnama26e_vc4Ufs1JfffRn_pXBuR_N6QvkNR0wAXVlDqw94BTpiojlZB5URsAEG3ZfhlDHumJslRNJdWFhZohz0XhoaiPK2ba0/s400/img_0330.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"><strong>And the best for last...our good friend John and my adorable husband taking gifts to John's new jeep! </strong></span><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368352210961169586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK7xJmx70eYym9dbuKOS9f8jkjysCMot-_88HA866u5uYtYXjW7zPgcQy-gos8L8wIdqs2AOxohY1ds_A2hlooDwCnk-7ZmNmD8XHDf0-47rRvLJimJ3_aP2BAPSE0Q1NOdm_Zdkr8zKg/s400/img_0388.jpg" border="0" /></p></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-16603586607125844642009-08-05T15:08:00.013-05:002009-08-05T16:53:51.252-05:00THE CAKE WAS BLUE!!!!<div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">THE CAKE WAS BLUE!!!!!</span><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366574748983219362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 380px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWJY0oBKAJYS9s-SkA8iOT-L3u4HrfrCRS0ulToUQUKNBQltM94QwxrQygc5iaTvr-V3x_rs4vE2o_zormmuqFaWmWY_n_oztb7syVQoKxjzkVpKlQBe-noX6ozAP8aX8Rad1DRyvCz_s/s400/img_0356.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;">The <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mola</span> Baby Shower was a Grand Success!</span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">On August 1st 2009 at 1:00pm Brian and I celebrated at our first child's baby shower. A while back Brian and I had decided that we were going to keep the sex of the baby a secret until the day of the shower. I had come up with this idea....(that I thought was original)....to get the cake dyed pink if the baby was a girl and blue if it was a boy. Then, we'd have our mom's cut the cake in front of everyone. That way.....there was something exciting the guests had to look <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">forward</span> to! </span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">My sisters, Kristy, Kira, Stacey, Connie, my mom Sandy,Brian's mom Carla, and Brian's Sister Jennifer all worked so hard to make this day possible! Here is a look at the awesome decorations!!!!</span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">We spent hours <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gluing</span> little Rubber Duckies to box's of candy...only for them to fall off!!! We had to hurry up and glue them back on the morning of the shower! They were so cute they all had different outfits on! We wrote Boy on the bottom of one and Girl at the bottom of another. After the cake was cut we announced to rip the ducks off the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">box's</span>...whoever had the "Lucky Rubber Ducking" (meaning the one that had Boy written on it) Won a $25 Gift card to Target!</span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366581332621344082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwDqwh8E1voOGvcR9OZ6wPb-ywpVIcsLa3X7YqxHqtvwfOBjVfdq0q-SkbzIOP7T0aP0BoPH1d6Nv2v2JNC2jq1iryUYxQovXMEDnBRTSt9wfk7eexXah_R1g5Xw4ZPz-sZ-TfVqRA-ko/s400/img_0334.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Kira put her creativity to work and made our center pieces! She <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">alternated</span> between these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">fabulous</span> diaper cakes and the cutest elephants that she made from bath towels!<br /></span><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366581337405529186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB_B2lnIjLi1snTY01SsMeMF96FgZ4FmRdO-D4dAcDdrjeGXuztuX6F7jCVwASvZ5bggzEEsqML9I6Lgr9b3_9HiYiqf27A0Q6w9F1A7GM-SoiNSRkS_v8H3AvHLQMk_YJCcGBFbpKWh4/s400/img_0328.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366581342959285058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpEswTNdOGcNfBtEdwvj6ftLPEpiXGyv4_Qgd19CEgeM-QTnTSXghixUuBng75nF_ZF1suOPzvLk3GRnEn_-2jbLtuW82AQbjJt8HPKrbAoPTRb8_45IrcRuCY1axrAnAh27wYhEcpEeM/s400/img_0329.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Kristy spent so much time planning the details of the shower...the colors...the invites...and...the most important thing....THE CAKE! Take a look at this! It was the MOST beautiful cake (and best tasting) that I have EVER seen! I can't believe it was at our shower!!!!<br /></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366586665993243378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDAkVzw1X6DtIgZcz-wOgCNMHfruf3S5ylIsB4Re2H50pvx0pX9NMChM6biCTBuQa7nJAgbDowt31isOUgmxd4GSPMr0TcN2_luboPsLdIkZpx0xfKZDQNltNjxmVxyzsMG01iZzQ7bXg/s400/img_0327.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">The way our shower worked was Brian and I and our gift helpers ate a head of time....and as people were coming in they were looking at our "baby board" (I tried to get a picture but it won't upload) I compiled 40 baby pictures of family, random babies I copied from the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Internet</span>, one of me and one of Brian. The guests had to secretly guess which babies they thought were us! Then...promptly at 1:30 we prayed and had our guests begin to feast! The food was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">soooo</span> good! Fried Chicken, Meatballs, Taco Salad, Pasta Salad, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Vegi's</span>, Fruit, all kinds of goodies! As soon as every one sat down....we started opening our presents!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366590873702760258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1GVCgHud4X3Y1zARieighn990ohFIkeFbP06pTXNRoTzF2gyBY1-ERZY1yhPG9_h5DzV9iWg5udON0pTtcQ5MCsvqpSLODsipShqEVcY49G665GN6xcKDKsuHItOO2oUkygnGMRz4xUA/s400/img_0335.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366590881587047250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyUMUQJlyNXq4h3SQUeAvZvCuYPdhftaIRBxRlw68TfRM2cfEgNvbzo7wvkN1YYxz-DQkOiz0SLi1dk6kvwpO-Um7I4qA2MSQq2Wwo8D0RBzOWscnNK1wMh7X7acs_msm569ukfYGj338/s400/img_0336.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">My mom still wasn't sure at this point if our baby was going to be a girl or a boy...so she wrapped up 2 homecoming outfits...one for a girl and one for a boy! They were cuddly fleecy outfits! So Cute! We have a picture of the girl outfit...the boy one was baby blue with little footballs on it...and booties to match!<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366591997903954210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFI6jwmyjncFV9IbxtJg6GLQLjQ9pNb590zTJjPG6bD8SXSZzj_xN4bCXe-S5g1ArRT-oDqmfgfnaRLCj9uBKsn85qRsB3FxCBdcXAWRyO05co4fWukQjXI5yL19t3_2NOnxFJloz5do/s400/img_0339.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366592007660956578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD7bwbGrgOge5DOnOuwz91axN8N-5BzrbJJolfOkWII_EcM6BsdDUra0UBfflj-E1LrEb5Wp6GzHymmEfMAS9-sA2DYPc-krhfAGloewxk91iHI04tk_O4q1nTebtmeq3cRL3EFxAkVkw/s400/img_0341.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#006600;"> Next, Brian opened up a gift "just for him" it was from my family....a tackle box filled with things that a new dad would need! (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Doodie</span> bags included!!) Now, how creative is that!</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366592927500611602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhUSI2imPv6yRf48f1jchyWEBw_MUctHX0Gd7ips0E0AC5ajXk7dWxSASbV0YPHR3FXjGFmlPzTOvXi6risjj6T82BeshfqJ5HUJXdEXdqs4MUqxXuOGLUUFugQs-F_IDMj5b3_1HnLY/s400/img_0342.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#006600;"> I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">completely</span> shocked by the generosity of everyone who attended. I honestly didn't think that in this economy and with us being the 3rd shower the church had seen this month that we'd get so much love and support. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">sincerely</span> wish I had pictures of everything so you could see first hand just how blessed we were! I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">TRULY</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">TRULY</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">grateful</span> for all the love that was shown to us and our little bundle that day.... Here are some pictures that came out clear. (I moved <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">alot</span>...I was just so excited and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">squealy</span> that most of the pictures came out <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">blurry</span>)</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">This was our gift from our friends John and Jessica! (yes, John was there) They were so kind as to get us our bedding set for the baby! </span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366595107897894482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoIL3nixq11oLUHX2nbcz5nFZZPVK3oiO3aYkKkStH-XJTFA9TVVrsOXGn8ZmZb0R8bFmXV0fShrV53gUEwSzOJUBNt6vpjR-xKsyTZuwMF6B7fEk_lwYnxpK0zUfXKs05N1EacADGpL8/s400/img_0364.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">This was a thread! A promise of a blanket yet to come! What a good idea!<br /></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366595092110673938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgQq1UrIt4aBhixIVNwVT8DEbyC7g7xXUWkuTJEvrLPhKBYRyOwneZwGQfmSdl4c9bxJ4co_5dFePkUTFEESWyKLV_vV1j25Sdh687AjHqRg3j8HGI_KRDRmf59v7s7rMuQ67bTYqSxgM/s400/img_0362.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">A friend of mine that I work with has been working away on this blanket....I got to see it...and then hand it over for her to finish! How beautiful!!!<br /></p></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366595099691742114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjluwmZz015C6nGEAdnENJrfRXqmI9QYUYTwe3h0mKJmXJeGbyzX2OsLUJ3kg1LfL5D4Xkupevd4iCNRARuTNKHWXM_uceV3QYKELDZDuSRn6lou8X6B3k0WwWkJwXGC9-MybbYysZ0PWg/s400/img_0363.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">I must say that out of all the wonderful gifts....one <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">surprised</span> me the most. I had NO idea that my friend Katy knew how to knit...or <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19">crochet</span>...(I'm not quite sure how she did this) But, I was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20">completely</span> shocked when I opened the bag and saw a blanket....and TOYS!!! Can you believe that! Amazing!<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366596762745816738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlfTAA28MFxIVT_zSJbSKmdx_7m-Sj2zXFJlFdeUcOGj4knn2Znu_Rx4zv5VH2g2WtDXgEt24EoE3cahVsABXZ-9X9_rjUK97715y5oEEvNrCYH-Jsvu1eFYJBlGnAZTqDWezjl7gA_fo/s400/img_0349.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">After a half an hour of opening presents we had our moms cut the cake and reveal the sex to everyone! It was so dramatic! First we took a vote; and then the room got really quiet.....in anticipation....all eyes were on my mom and Carla....we even had my dad on speaker phone!<br /></span></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#006600;">Then...when the moment <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21">arrived</span> my mom held up the cake! (Brian's Idea) right away I screamed..."Oh no! they made it the wrong color!"....My mom gave me the look of death and I said I was kidding! It was funny!!!<br /></span></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366597868085859090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCeSdFNFViFzufrADa3WJ7WhcD6JFaf8UA0Axb_3CrQbjH5IUXgv0mu94gJbzntqjX_-xQteweqa3mijKdm_4xq5ckDAnUbVqXy-dRzE_kHS5jloNxrNEUJ3rtvR2umoJt0cRVQ1o_yZE/s400/img_0353.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>After that we announced the winners of all the games and gave out gift cards to various places as prizes...(which I think went over pretty well!!!)</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366600023123880066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil25bLmYiQGXx5xDTDY9wzOpZgE29FDBHYpsrp8chV-Hbf8Z2hgaAxF5VsF15ee4hBNLdAgxpKxff2FXF0NGHkgNu0uulVDS53RMW5fZgdbanavIeZvyZNu86tf5E88ZbeLZEVbDxm5e4/s400/img_0355.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="color:#009900;">The day flew by so quickly....but I am eternally <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22">grateful</span> for all the hard work, money and time spent, effort, and all the love that was bestowed upon us that day and the days leading up to the big event! </span></div><div> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"><strong>Thank you all!</strong></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Love,</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Brian, Christie, and Joshua <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23">Mola</span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p></p></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-6986213253438359202009-07-22T15:33:00.008-05:002009-07-22T16:34:47.071-05:00THE BIRTHDAY BOY<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Sunday was Brian's 33rd birthday! </span></strong></div><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">To celebrate we had our good friends Chip and Katy over.<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">We don't get to see them as often since they moved to Chicago; but when we get together it's always a great time!<br /></div></span><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">We started the day off with our Sunday church service. (perfect way to start the day!!!) Then I taught Sunday School for him so he could have the day off.<br /></div></span><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">After service we all came back to our new house and Katy helped me make an awesome dinner if I may say so my self. Glazed ham, mashed potatoes, glazed carrots, and corn on the Cob! (Brian's favorite!) </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">It was Mmmm Mmmm Good!</span></div><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Then we cleared the table and played a game called Shadow of the Emperor. It was really fun! It didn't look great; by looking at the box....but boy was I wrong. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">(you really can't judge a board game by it's cover) </span></div><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><span style="color:#000099;"><div align="center"><br /></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361391154314027410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrSjcnZsdP2sramg2rQcUvNfXPucWEL0-QFeZUWqXp7CH3iRLtPdH_vnAd6rGoIYI-rbl_fQISxnfMZkYieYr6q7yC3BY7YYL5bhG6vpGSpvuxQDA9Zv7ynTSLC1oLXmXm7X0ieXrnnGs/s320/shademp.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361395222991352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWxmWp5NHFDOCW6gM3ixG8QHRN8mmO6dUn2-tmVAipirRW9tcoKqsw2j8yzs2lmw0-ic6V-4aegOh6_T9jc1nrpwQOYVilFghHLdek_6FoScQWcraF1QEDkdgv5LvXUtXdowyxh9e29rw/s320/img_0294.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Near the end of the game we paused for PRESENT TIME!!!! Brian's parents came over and we all watched as Brian opened'm up! </span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">I decided to trick him.....see...for more than a month Brian had been pestering me to "buy him a game" for his b-day. Over and over and over he would "remind" me that he wanted a game. He made a wish list of games and everything. So....I got him some other things and had him open all that and I hid his game in the bathroom. </span></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361391165174112866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 263px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRZ7xFZTvKPzGjMeex5hI6fPynKSXJH1dibYOa6BjzyWA_KcAQcrmlAZ4bHD-ixpct4J5AFwjM7srtJb7VC3FwTMEy2ly43Yy8nAE6jrfccsHnJ4k3Y74_6sIIkSF58SmMhO4vmQ_7aFk/s320/img_0296.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Look how he anxiously digs in the box; and then pulls out.....Jeans....what a sincere smile!<br /><br /></span></p><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361391166692724386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFZJCrUZYvo_H-2QCriQ-JNLroGgwv6wqAx_B3CntBshb7qtzlNs_yqRMZ-OZwrxKKjZyUWaIwTDwPxVoFNNr7iXz8u-N8H5ufewlFpOEvkwAzRs3xoX_uP3X_GoGLUPS3SKWTAt4Vy14/s320/img_0298.jpg" border="0" /><br /></span><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">It was great to watch him grin and squirm as he opened his packages from me....trying to put on a nice face as to not upset me....hee hee...First he opened 2 Colt's hats; then a belt, then a pair of new jean shorts....and there were no more box's from me! He smiled and said thank you....and moved on to his parents gift. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">They got him a seriously cool leaf blower/sucker upper!<br /><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361393502679316018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 392px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJTdOxoXL5d0jDrw5YES5bs_0ENSam9T9f_3N5Axi-BFbj0O494XNuSiBZGhEQ32mM2UERVlbfqx8kUtCdXt36nOy1se9yBxO0t7nFf95kym9UOEc8nH14-PmP-0gz_jbo3HCphrjDOms/s320/img_0301.jpg" border="0" /></span> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>Now THAT'S a happy Brian Smile!<br /></strong></span></p><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;">Monday was Chip's b-day so Brian got him a game....of course...and a very fun one at that; it's called Jambo.<br /></span></div><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361393512172673762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMN9yk2tDAq4Y29M2Hjda3Bm6Pt0uBFPJxte0Jz3zxOpsIwx0MaJHm7WIpVgqlMroARN4RVG5C6rqT7B_hsUYMmHX65rK-_mjeqfcXeblt7p1BOW4BSFqGucBfP9Va1nD7kdb9404kGw/s320/img_0302.jpg" border="0" /><br />After presents we moved on to more good food! Brian's favorite birthday treat: Grasshopper pie. (no...it's not made of bugs) It's mint chocolate chip ice cream pie from Baskin Robins! </span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><p><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361395224532878210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ1ZSW1WvZRauShdOAMlsF5APV4kivZ6g4XW7E45xHrm-9yTwgIGBxhrb-kYwhgGuGc7HxpaLsluBlnUBzZMAaXIfb35iChrSKfRCbmpdjz0t4CbKb8As50F01yhoslrSLwOM3A7A4BqM/s320/img_0295.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">About 2 hours later....(after we played another game called 10 Days in Africa)...I finally gave Brian his "real" present. I was tired of waiting for him to discover it in the bathroom. (Surely if it were me...I would had been in the bathroom 5 times by now!!!) I should have hid it in the fridge.<br />I didn't get any pictures of him opening it....but he was really excited to get.....ta da....a game called Small World. The new released game from Days of Wonder.<br /></p></span><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361397103548337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 354px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrASga_ztuFkAO1PqogpmUaxtL5WCyOOlyT2eG1vQBbwn7Gy3X6VeNoL9xXMyHpVLOpK10ycvxMq4_QGv7WqjuiChnXuIYUHvpPZmIrwZm2R4_haubt8LqflMZMY_GmdOB2Aa7kqbcb24/s320/dow_smallworld.JPG" border="0" /><br />We got to play it last night. GREAT GAME!!!! The birthday boy won and I lost...but it didn't matter...I had fun! </span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">The day turned out to be a success! Happy Birthday to Brian and Chip!</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /></p></span>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-53298503049150736382009-06-30T13:53:00.009-05:002009-06-30T15:26:01.920-05:00MOVING DAY!!!!<div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">MOVING DAY finally arrived this past Saturday....here are some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">highlights</span> from our adventure!</span></strong><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">First of all we had been feverishly working to get it all packed up in time. We were up until 1:30 in the morning trying to finish up. Then..Brian got up at 5am and I got up at 6:30am and we continued to get ready!<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">The moment finally arrived when the truck pulled up at 8:45am! How HUGE I thought to my self.....little did I know......</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353199285641350386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhX8r-a6b9TqWjtUQkhN4lVkD08rrplfHyKZI9_6p85D8dZRFHqOJaZu019PvVzDnTlvjmI2Egg8N96m1yH2ymh5-84m9aT0vbEL2WOskkHJKAAv5R4weBpSAaWoYuObZDIHAWypKFN6iQ/s320/img_0282.jpg" border="0" /></div><p align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">The first thing you do is take the movers on a tour of your home and show them all that needs to be taken. I showed them the house first and they were pretty pleased at how organized everything was. All the boxes were <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">labeled</span> with color coded tabs on multiple sides stating what room they were to go into. I also told them that we had a garage full......they said...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span>, no <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">biggy</span>, we'll pull the truck around back and start there. </span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">When I met them back there and opened the door.....both of their jaws hit the floor! You see...I really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">meant</span> it when I said that garage was "FULL". Allow me to show you....<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">This side of the garage is filled with all my things that I never got to open or put away from my old house.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353201134581797058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 419px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYtp9qgKLSygV5XyZ5U9QN8TmGfyUWSNSuIW2hG87vdy3-Gd9Bc-TXe5FwvciWIshN1Z-TbP3eD1XMgZxV5fiqMlUNTSNkb4nXOflECR8ZXf7YnN09zwsutLW36Pxkzy44Sp-LylT_no0/s320/img_0280.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="color:#000099;">And this side is all of Brian's things.....From over the years......<br /></span><br /></span></p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353201138257611154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLX9qNG3nnot6Gmm1c4izGZ7epskGPp9Cj4lhZ2Bp8tDwQACvjH5CpWc1pWRq4OWPorJal3JR4hXUYNPxCMzefdvLtbTl5XZzr9bjGspar53Fd-fhY2TIJTEJAjwVNu3BGz_sPXFlJPSQ/s320/img_0279.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">So....yes....it was pretty much full from wall to wall......They guys just laughed at themselves and said "this is going to be a long day" But, they joked and laughed and made the best of it. When they finally finished clearing out the garage; that "huge" truck was nearly HALF FULL!!!! They told me there was no way they were going to get it all in one load like they quoted us over the phone. They proceeded to load all the boxes from the house...<br /></span><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353202480397700322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 430px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5v5JJgrdj0Q_MRm6hgIs9XIyt2mlxaV61UsnCmjakwSm8PaL4KYTG0Gme7aCLWsGdo7Y_HdN9njCPFY8BQ1nwIdBrgwRdj3pivpoYVLwgC-zgvDb6VFuE8ZtWuy1c5KtFZ7hrprJHna8/s320/img_0277.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#6666cc;">Which...as you can see....was a lot more boxes and "stuff". The Moving truck reached maximum <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">capacity</span> just as the last box was moved in.....and off we went!<br />After lunch they off loaded everything and had to come back for all the furniture (which...some had to be taken a part to move) By 5:30pm we were on the road again!<br /><br />FINALLY by 8:45pm all was in the new house....put back together....and put in it's correct room.<br /></span><span style="color:#33ccff;"><span style="color:#6666cc;">So...if you've been keeping track of the times that was a full</span> <strong><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;">12 </span>HOUR</span></strong> <span style="color:#6666cc;">MOVE!!!!!!<br /></span></span><span style="color:#6666cc;">Needless to say the 2 men who moved everything were tired and soar...and so was our credit card! OUCH! But....at least our backs were saved along with those of our friends and family who offered to help us. I mean come on....if it took the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">pro's</span> 12 hours...can you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">imagine</span> how long it would take us???? with no pro <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">equipment</span>...and no big truck?????? NO WAY!!!<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">I'm <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">soooooo</span> thankful we were able to hire movers!!!! <strong>WHAT A BLESSING!!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span><br /><span style="color:#6666cc;">All in all even though it was a long day, it was a huge success.....which, by the way, would not have been possible if it wasn't for my fabulous parents! They were there for us when ever we needed them....we borrowed things, they brought us food....and they helped us get our bed ready and our shower set up so we could go to bed clean and happy! Ah....what would we have done without them!<br /></span><br /></p><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">So...for your viewing pleasure....here is a before and after!</span></strong></div><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353208928517301730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXYEt8gmv35H7sNlTQ7G1pgKRZlZFwDqXRf1-FEMi2-2BveC8RdsfvDFQFJqGJx9SLfqJPNMzrKDw78hHec-fAlTzKAu38NuBhOzjPf394YwvCMgjenhDhbPALor_otXEUx17NbY5oAU/s320/img_0272.jpg" border="0" /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353208930860719618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 388px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhodTb3mJIwj-B7FUGC2uvYgY6qPRGKCJAP1RfXOp0LK0zw10NgfZJkneP-yw8Rr_EQQH0MZW6CutUUwFyo3qgWHSVfhHq_iq0Zs-tOzFk4-ujXKW9x0saZJ7C4ATKyP_mYjct5qA4CpQo/s320/img_0182.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6666cc;">Now the fun begins as we unpack and organize our new home......</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#000099;">And sell the old one!</span> </strong></span></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-67249101497061673842009-06-02T15:45:00.009-05:002009-06-02T16:50:26.654-05:00MY BROTHER THE SOLDIER!<div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;">My brother Thomas graduated from the Army on 29th of May in Fort Benning Georgia.<br />On the 28th there was a "Turning Blue" Ceremony.....Sort of like a right of passage type thing; to signify they were ready to be called Soldiers of the United States Infantry. It was something I will never forget!<br /></span></div></span></strong><div align="center"><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">They all marched in from the woods divided into their platoons. As they came in they were all saying one of their cadences. It sounded majestic! I tried to video record it on my camera but it didn't work. I wanted to remember that sound!</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342835013588858946" 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/AVvXsEg95kUT8p-AwJC8_SoxwE7di1Bsogxx03U5NyCH1TvJpqRDIyodmcCbar1ARp2hj5SS64gxtUTmmritTrEZRnTBTmvoxlCOTnUcPQ7V4DYLveJhjmtGPJABojgM85TOdS2DVaOeU2T5Sks/s320/img_0222.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Thomas was apart of the Echo company. I spotted him out of the crowd even when he was far away. He's 4th from the right....in the front row!<br /><br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342835020049200082" 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/AVvXsEjWGOWNLaXpA13vzy6kidFoDSBLhkg8LkygLtBnqRQhPGFuIghKXyVIBiMytqqNHqdbOj16TUcasDxt6Gm71vg5j3H7TFQxTPPn08vDxveOWVn-Y-pMWmml9lTa9aHXmbyHksK61EgWpH4/s320/img_0228.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">This is a closer shot!<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342835022081826642" 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/AVvXsEiICajcBXTDwlX3Y3euN79JYb0XLpDJQMzYhirWRlGgpVnigz3taRruoQhiowQHT3250eXPZ4EzyZ-CV0H1qoSXVLQrSotceVeT0jjeSHGMZ8kZCOJ-5QlbQBjcGBEYyP-p0ptwKsZWzas/s320/img_0229.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342836397758851042" 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/AVvXsEjnYk339jWP9ZoScCUQp8xShXBEKVvuW12fM8Q-ISm6JEy6qDcfh2uWJSs0-C27GXzQaQBUNkTEFhoEbJzOk-qf6N10ZZ-31zH6NQ1-6dxTv3zj7LnNc_4tWOoz2qYGtA5-bfXbkKOJ8Rs/s320/img_0231.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">At one point in the service they had one member of the soldier's family come and pin on the blue chord. (I snuck up there too to take a picture!!!!) We couldn't miss this! Look how proud my dad looks!<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342836400957453474" 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/AVvXsEghKHql2D2LEsqBTAE6Or_E5oEXqVTdN0wYRq1FE02FfGyAS7QlJihFshf3EmK3SNGXiQpi2fOOxUe-CnkjFHh1XxnndoVRVYummQEJrVv_GJjOPBe0_jytAMHQjMjgmSGU3cRJ8aH5YG8/s320/img_0232.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Yeah us! We all took turns taking a photo with our brother....Our nation's next Hero!<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342836407116855234" 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/AVvXsEjySUsXNAFxE3daKhPTBzAPk6UYOy-G4EXUMexVV6fAmO1QGXls6o9C1UrSTcRCHyHuhZpF92l0PwdVM8eaGOA4vjUN7XK7lJjkLFtsrKz2Xm0B3IZMUfRwq86PEED0NdZ4VPvKQ86Rag4/s320/img_0234.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="color:#000099;">After the service Thomas had a few hours to where he could leave the base and hang out with his family. We all went to Applebee's for lunch. It was so cool to see the brother I knew as a goofy, slouching, all around fun guy turn into someone who opened doors, stood up straight, say yes mam and no sir....but still that funny goofy guy I love. He had a different way about him. One that showed respect and demanded it in return. It's hard to explain....All I can say is I was proud! After a few hours of story telling and pool time he headed back to the base....Tomorrow was GRADUATION!</span> <div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">The ceremony started off with a band; when they left the field you heard all kinds of gun shots and what sounded like bombs going off. The field before us filled with green and purple smoke. Out from the smoke soldiers appeared....they were equally spread through out the whole field. Eventually they made their way up to us....It was a demonstration of all the different weapons they had learned to use. Riffles, grenade launchers, and I can't remember all their names...but one was used to blow up a tank!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"> (Thomas said that was really fun to shoot!!!)<br /></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342838426767754002" 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/AVvXsEgvtPgGo6fQIkkK4fwahSDW1XDl6A3_8S2jgkSTTy6vr0sA-_eic6gcJCSUV1pOtasjLqEnzaWr57q6XV04hk4s5JjxrPjqajESnGRSvWxuN6rBmQ8EEKV5qTWcJRscVfLT9R5mWztStEI/s320/img_0236.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Next, they had the drill Sargent's come together with men who carried the flags for the National Anthem.<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342838431084647010" 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/AVvXsEjIHZqnaUZvezx1Gni4XdH1zup1Fu0fVo6Y-Kez7xJWeXWc_lLxWn9yxshP-yA3dJySidG9MjVgRenlQL1Cj-bYqpkKjEOEJX6cLax2gAnmXrCuYhOWQPp1z-2W-ln-Rj8v0rEG_pbw2iI/s320/img_0237.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Here is a closer shot of Thomas standing behind and to the right of his drill Sargent. He really had a lot of respect for this man; Drill Sargent Larson.<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342838434189777842" 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/AVvXsEiqupnMcavloXDyVFl73w3eHnQGFVNS8OhYp3TSc-qGjRlYf8l5DL6qinsX0rHcqXFuJ6PibDCNXgDgysjhC_Rwigok2E6OueouYxG75wcUJTTHq8meKGoqOTa6RIprTPgh3cen5DGopdA/s320/img_0241.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">After they repeated the Soldier's creed and sang the Infantry song each platoon marched by us so we could see our soldier up close. Unfortunately, I didn't get a good shot of this. </span><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><br /><span style="color:#000099;">Afterward we all got to go out on the field....which by the way, was made from soil that was collected from every battle ground the U.S. has ever fought on. (cool huh!)<br /><br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342842033113232306" 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/AVvXsEhOFHwrtsFg74n2MTS3wsRlvdNEBSMjCPK6_YLVVYYSItVRo1y764yXT_25M_cp3EEDn4jgUfcgK6TWjvqiopaXUK2O2oTphsw0PcdNoef31JuSfaqITkeZIfZKbgqevGxLWYuTtEsN2kE/s320/img_0247.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342845521244369330" 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/AVvXsEiLe0UV9cbLFaGRQGlSxcdtK2Jbssm-67w0iQ7OwGyf2HaSlPB9TPJfF08OTgpLkgA6J4NH7ity95TRn5YGi_-S059zl__9FfnMHtGS-XLMit8cdpIGRW_bSqEIwOv_XR_f4KkDMKlgVI0/s320/img_0245.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">While Thomas went back to get his gear....for he now had a weekend pass....All of us sisters took turns taking photo's together. For whatever reason; this one of Connie and I was the only one that would upload. Don't we look cool in our sunglasses?<br /></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342845531060857170" 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/AVvXsEje9blIb1A8ZdmLVUt7wx2gOAHdz6iGdVykvLqXW1GkksUsGJPcyNaE3XOs-sUCjgJc1HG3YUD2NnJas2LlOLCFI0xKb334IWuipPD4EJMcHAj3Vqf1GAjRHE9jZ3br8yMQYCgNKWShQko/s320/img_0248.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">Once our free weekend with Thomas began....the fun never ended. Unfortunately once the fun started.....the photo taking stopped! I'm not the type to stop and remember to pull out my camera! We did get some shot's by the pool....but I'll spare you having to see us all in swimsuits! Besides swimming we did a lot of shopping at the PX (a giant military mall where they don't have to pay taxes!!!!) And lots of eating out! We also had a game night by the pool and got to hear many funny stories about Thomas's adventure!<br /></span><span style="color:#000099;">This was the only "fun" picture I got. It was our last day when we were all hanging out; Dad, Me, Connie, Mom, Thomas, and Trisha.<br /></span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342847529292369826" 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/AVvXsEgmz-QsMhos3S-On-oIv0ojIkTp-ySkjkkRoUZx6uIrkYHjb2FSR9wTDDOYIEC6JkwTdK68NS4cWuaSKwPcBJc_S27ah-IWgHoF6xEPZHIgqyNKtDpWuHw0sb8yHFN3ttsL9tFKHegnZG0/s320/img_0258.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">It was hard to say goodbye....but it wasn't that bad since we know he gets to have leave to come home sometime in July! I can't wait! From there.....it will be a little more difficult for he will be moving to Italy for sometime and serving over in Afghanistan. But for now....he is in Airborne Training! I know he'll have a blast with that! It was a much needed vacation with much needed family time! I'm sooooo thankful my wonderful husband was ok with me going!</span><br /></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-81437113270380356492009-05-21T13:38:00.007-05:002009-05-21T15:59:15.730-05:00MAKE WAY.....THE MOLA'S ARE MOVING!!!!!!<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"><strong>That's right! It's official, we finally got the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span> we were waiting for from the bank. Mr. and Mrs. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mola</span> will soon be the proud owners (well, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">technically</span> you don't own your house the bank does; but you get the idea) of this fabulous 3,000 square ft. home!</strong> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338350548355196786" 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/AVvXsEiGOK3TPSudHPUUN61c60hmIFUeXR7dNlCWZz9xLM3clFPkZrRe9pedIAbh6ASury_26N2rZvdtR-XDkBoHJd5qpTb2Qk-_2-lsv0zFSOEwO8597vftKoAoxaFkXea2DPXvKuKOVuFPGak/s320/img_0182.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338350545786473234" 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/AVvXsEicrZU_fJSb82Tp7QgZ3bmcAGHPGnNYlhsou10h0guAuYtErGXMBPBMVou1QGnYi_BJHxUl5Eb7qcXqXpvQs-A15L62GApfTMgN1XOu5DVrTguVzsSrxOtadIRSF9V_DgpFD4szbRJV8q0/s320/img_0180.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;">We are so excited! We have been looking for quite sometime. This was actually one of the first houses we looked at and ended up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">comparing</span> every house after it to this one. This one was originally intended to be a model home. Half way through the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">build out</span> the company decided to sell it. So with it being unfinished, we ended up getting to choose a lot of things for ourselves. We met with the carpet company a few weeks ago and the painter the other day. Let me tell you, getting to pick out all your own colors is fun! It's like building your own house with out all the wait!</span><br /><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>This is my Huge kitchen! Look at all those cabinets......YES!!!!! Space!!!!!! </strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>And there's a cute boy standing in it!</p></strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338371298973147698" 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/AVvXsEhHIyogszan1a8pJ1blCw4vV7Z4Cg6AZ3xwsAK1GVIfKYF-8jniff6V012vLqEWS130vCbXJVVmHpgZcYFFLzUF14pol1tKU1leck2l5rrfdtwc_0JJR8kuzpN2JW1NBiYbaC9jH0ucZzg/s320/img_0158.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">Here we have our fabulous dinning area. There is a nice deck off of the sliding doors, and to the left you can see that it is open above that beam to the other room.<br /></span></strong></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338371304077127106" 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/AVvXsEjOyppTiVTCEvx3ZgFTIMruKpPawq1y7CLBFv_L0ioE3tw4vZT5X0hOSXhnq2vTS9gl4y9fLd53_GrHgp1YH8xxVO2zSq28rYeN4VeCPXKgj8jX46aVwz365NjavbKF9mPhZnROsQw7nXQ/s320/img_0159.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">This is our landing when you walk in the front door. There is a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sliding</span> glass door that you can't see right <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">across</span> from the main door. The other small door leads to the garage.</span></strong><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372698525003922" 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/AVvXsEjWtp4fUSWOgPYtasYUeEpuiEtEbQCa_rnsyG2p6WPa90_RzRRv-794bdmIrj8SaorX3iVuRpJ9vFRGxykBgYjAmnWIFdjvGucgGlOmLqVCovEHDYEzqIpH0doW38bPflVUrMzSGtc1ZU0/s320/img_0164.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>This is what you see when you walk in. You can go up stairs to the living room, kitchen, dinning room, bedrooms and bathroom......Or down stairs to an unfinished family room, 2 more bedrooms, bathroom, and laundry room:)</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"><strong>Notice the cool <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cathedral</span> ceilings! The first open spot goes to the dinning room the second to the kitchen! </strong></span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338372703726087234" 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/AVvXsEgv88qMYOE6H9-YhyphenhyphenPhI5Df50gO2CJQSx0wCcDrR5sjWAkHYRBCMN_SMA4B1ZJ6SgVitzdoZRmGbO4HTTUEGK-xoCmoON45D3EAE4TrXLbL82xOyI1qANN2dTAfKek0jnO4eo8woA7BT5c/s320/img_0166.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;">Well, there is no carpet yet or paint so it will look different when we move in; but we are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">soooo</span> happy to be able to share this news with you! We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">absolutely</span> love our soon to be home!!!!!!!!!!</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;">We don't have a closing date yet....so we're not sure when we actually move; but we'll keep you all posted!</span></strong><br /></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-43388268959040644162009-04-21T14:17:00.017-05:002009-04-22T16:33:53.779-05:00TEAM IMPACT<div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><span style="color:#990000;">Wow, long time no blog!</span><br /></div></span></strong><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Things have been a little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">nutso</span> lately at our house. But, here is a noteworthy story......</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Team Impact came to our church this past week!<br /></strong></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">For those of you who don't know about them; they are a ministry team of 22 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">athletes</span> that travel the globe doing amazing feats of strength and testify the goodness of God.<br /></div></span><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">We had three men come this year, C.J. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Arocha</span>, Chip <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Minton</span>, and Shawn Keels. Shawn also brought his wife Bonnie and 2 beautiful daughters Bailey and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Breelin</span>. </span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>They open each night by performing some <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">awesome</span> feats; </strong></span><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;">like breaking 15 stacks of bricks </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-tBkijmF9fgXBRJnUyLA442WWOBRdxuAb_w7mGlCatmTHree0Il6Kq_REOxUtc1GkSpH_Cv_fQLQaKJmmFnYMCgwWHf1fQvUu41D_28b0MIVDxfM4NDA-doPwDukQkvt7ZxymBvAOcw/s1600-h/img_0143.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327259236877407218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV-tBkijmF9fgXBRJnUyLA442WWOBRdxuAb_w7mGlCatmTHree0Il6Kq_REOxUtc1GkSpH_Cv_fQLQaKJmmFnYMCgwWHf1fQvUu41D_28b0MIVDxfM4NDA-doPwDukQkvt7ZxymBvAOcw/s320/img_0143.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="color:#cc0000;">with a forearm:</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNavkmgD0WDDHJkcpRnaiQDIvhhXJ12t8NeGaw4zcfws2cBU4yBo3ZPlUkhEIe9DOImBf2_l4D2jUUP5ZL6KKwUDiw_BNMg77nbLFbmZ-2trI_MsIHYEznW7drWenp3sd8XEDSi4wk3Y/s1600-h/img_0141.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327259444813070802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMNavkmgD0WDDHJkcpRnaiQDIvhhXJ12t8NeGaw4zcfws2cBU4yBo3ZPlUkhEIe9DOImBf2_l4D2jUUP5ZL6KKwUDiw_BNMg77nbLFbmZ-2trI_MsIHYEznW7drWenp3sd8XEDSi4wk3Y/s320/img_0141.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;">Or putting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">their</span> head through 300 lbs of ice:<br /></span><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLAfyANazmHAsHzvWEqYnLMnzDpwdCs_jwiozfbYhpnLW3WgnBAK8R58IJYnCpAqvPU0zS3NTX9lwES6JDPBPGye-qTX9_vMkTdDRmx_7S_q9m1I68mxLi5M9AQaZWRE35YdQ33we-SE/s1600-h/img_0121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327259900591317170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLAfyANazmHAsHzvWEqYnLMnzDpwdCs_jwiozfbYhpnLW3WgnBAK8R58IJYnCpAqvPU0zS3NTX9lwES6JDPBPGye-qTX9_vMkTdDRmx_7S_q9m1I68mxLi5M9AQaZWRE35YdQ33we-SE/s320/img_0121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1we5GKsUAr9GcHmyc2_4xnVUOcB73dG3qrz2RzzycJ944tr3kkfxZhxFp8cNqrtIK9rd6Kq4gdtIkEJf6XhpXeM2X81as1m4Z9xNCnn3Hl61vIbRDfhzDyDBglJWNNgMFTamSvEsPrZg/s1600-h/img_0122.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327622664691697698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1we5GKsUAr9GcHmyc2_4xnVUOcB73dG3qrz2RzzycJ944tr3kkfxZhxFp8cNqrtIK9rd6Kq4gdtIkEJf6XhpXeM2X81as1m4Z9xNCnn3Hl61vIbRDfhzDyDBglJWNNgMFTamSvEsPrZg/s320/img_0122.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;">After the opening one of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Athletes</span> would share a personal testimony.</span><span style="color:#000099;"><br /></span><span style="color:#000099;">Chip <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Minton</span> is a 2 time Olympian for the 1994 and 1998 Bob Sled team. He also was a pro wrestler who went by the name Mr. World Class. Here he is sharing his story about how he came to Christ when he was 33 years old.<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327623945028084722" 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/AVvXsEj6b15gUyJveAHL7EEjg9ke7GS88f2OEwRrj04HNGA_9auEJkeQ-os2ONCsMDA7StDFLc-i4lFk_erPiog5yRDUON0U8lVcRKMsWYBjsTBD5MQZ6nYZaWBa_iy46Q9H6TuxVSkxflKINEU/s320/img_0131.jpg" border="0" /><span style="color:#000099;">He was involved in one of my favorite feats of strength they did this year. Chip <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">laid</span> down on a bed of concrete with a board FULL of sharp nails was placed on his chest. (sharp side down) Then a bunch of volunteers lifted 600lbs of ice with 2x4's and placed it on top of that nail filled board.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7h32tWgPJrmrB-srLRG_jPaLVzJifsLj-afWo3mpsTnSOALL3D9Q6sVJ2L4WX2wNNBpxzr85hlRbWWJEmc_v7Kq4ixik_LBxM8VNEn06sl0vG_iGrsEHfsRNwFmw73NsEZXPjretoy0M/s1600-h/img_0133.jpg"><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327625348410916642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7h32tWgPJrmrB-srLRG_jPaLVzJifsLj-afWo3mpsTnSOALL3D9Q6sVJ2L4WX2wNNBpxzr85hlRbWWJEmc_v7Kq4ixik_LBxM8VNEn06sl0vG_iGrsEHfsRNwFmw73NsEZXPjretoy0M/s320/img_0133.jpg" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbJwl1rHmhfj12jhgVYUQC37dy0neROXqoKGbjSoRt4fkpO56jMV6JLXCjHGf-FXGkBvQCEKvL7hHtI0Iu5IvutGZ5dO6NqxhyhzMly3znAnm5RGdozRnvGO-FcWwB2Ub9MxzXu6T_uo/s1600-h/img_0136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327626826684115218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfbJwl1rHmhfj12jhgVYUQC37dy0neROXqoKGbjSoRt4fkpO56jMV6JLXCjHGf-FXGkBvQCEKvL7hHtI0Iu5IvutGZ5dO6NqxhyhzMly3znAnm5RGdozRnvGO-FcWwB2Ub9MxzXu6T_uo/s320/img_0136.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Then C.J <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">Arocha</span> stood behind him on a platform<br />and took a sledge hammer and broke the ice in 2!</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwWe8oT0p_0IOOUNYzxIyOfI8h26sNyh1gOd7MqnT0OdJek1ZuwG4H87D8YUHGqxErLoSScdhUCUmo_l4hn5_tesqaPf3VvP9HGkAKSvhNZonqjKEBor4PRfb4ZjS3J0Twm8r_5bbjH0/s1600-h/img_0137.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327627096551068530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwWe8oT0p_0IOOUNYzxIyOfI8h26sNyh1gOd7MqnT0OdJek1ZuwG4H87D8YUHGqxErLoSScdhUCUmo_l4hn5_tesqaPf3VvP9HGkAKSvhNZonqjKEBor4PRfb4ZjS3J0Twm8r_5bbjH0/s320/img_0137.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimQhbVx-e4a0_duReeHRfy3OjxeV__PLviIc5wSC2Iton6WlyobqZJMYuV4OVUfs78DWRu_ZTTFy-dVxIGBRVoS35SOr27UizHyJ4VZFL-mVsapBA6TtxtSKwzoewJsAbAfn9LRA3q7Xw/s1600-h/img_0138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327627289922637090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimQhbVx-e4a0_duReeHRfy3OjxeV__PLviIc5wSC2Iton6WlyobqZJMYuV4OVUfs78DWRu_ZTTFy-dVxIGBRVoS35SOr27UizHyJ4VZFL-mVsapBA6TtxtSKwzoewJsAbAfn9LRA3q7Xw/s320/img_0138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"></p><div align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Another one that is just beyond me was how Sean Keels was able to drive a 16 penny nail through a frying pan.....with nothing but a piece of cloth between him and the nail! Wow you should have heard the sound!</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327628362671440722" 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/AVvXsEh-NU7-GivLCePUdifV2zRGWmjw3T4AYeY93F9udkZe48zvN4_6l-T73EJujxbdtEhD0H3BwThPqxkq_N6GTrrz3Sx5oNITzgfxp96zZfbLBURZlIVpmpKHprk6fE_Mlhqwy2KBwrtnMt4/s320/img_0145.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="color:#000099;">Then after that, C.J. took it and rolled it up like a taco! With his bare hands!<br /></p></span><p><span style="color:#000099;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327628233386458578" 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/AVvXsEgbCWSDGXqSQEHWIEVeJIPze0SC5NKNrZrfnobk_EC-S_92K7SbU2915uEox2vMrkOlhyphenhyphenRQx4fsXSeWFZcUcInkr49dBuI-TFwuNMbHB2KFkEcDzkd5cEfcsfoQuBaywsWtM1Qc1bqoMEo/s320/img_0146.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;">We were very blessed to have them come out to our church. Besides the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">awesome</span> feats...they were all very good speakers each with a great story to tell about how God has changed their life forever. If Team Impact is ever near you....<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">DEFINITELY</span> take the time to see them!</span></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-41096775208335888272009-03-07T07:39:00.009-06:002009-03-07T08:38:03.878-06:00Battlestar Galactica: The Boardgame - Session Report and Mini-Review<em>As most of you know, we play lots of board games. We keep track of the recently played ones over there to the right. We are both involved in a website called, don't laugh, <a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/">BoardGameGeek</a>. I occasionally write a few articles that I plan on periodically sharing here as well.</em><br /><br /><a href="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic354500_t.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic354500_t.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>Battlestar Galactica</em></span> is a "semi-cooperative" board game where two teams compete to win the game. The trick is that no one knows for sure which player is on which team. The game is based on the TV series of the same name and revolves around the most popular characters. The goal for the Human team is to prepare the ship for enough Faster Than Light (FTL) jumps to get to Kobol and reach the legendary Earth.<br /><br />The goal of the Cylon team is to prevent that from happening by either boarding the ship with enough Centurions, creating enough damage to the ship, or reducing one of the four dwindling resources to zero. In the meantime, characters deal with crises, attempt to pass skill checks, fight enemy raiders all while trying to figure out who is loyal to the human race and who is an impostor. Cylons need to determine if they should continue to do their damage in secret or reveal themselves to attack in new way</strong>.<br /><br /><strong>Session Report:</strong><br /><a href="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic361693_md.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic361693_md.jpg" border="0" /></a>Finally, finally, we got <strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">Battlestar Galactica</span></em></strong> to the table last night. Since I was ill most of last month, my game playing time was limited. I was also way behind on work so most of my waking hours at home were playing catch-up there as well. PLUS, Christie wasn't convinced that BSG was a series she would get into (something about "my coolness" getting called into question for becoming one of my "dorky friends"). But John ("dorky friend") loaned us Season 1 anyway. After the miniseries, she was hooked; but I wanted to get through a few more episodes to remove the chance for any potential spoilers in the game.<br /><br /><a href="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic361707_lg.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic361707_lg.jpg" border="0" /></a>So last night we attempted the official 2-player game just to learn the rules and get a feel for it. I selected Bill Adama and grabbed both titles of President and Admiral. Christie, after much deliberation, ended up with her favorite character, Starbuck. Wow! Even with just two players, the game was <em>highly thematic</em>. We got the turn sequence down pretty quickly and the game flow was pretty smooth. One hurdle was that there was lots of looking up things to remember what an icon meant (what to do when Cylon raiders are on the board, when they aren't on the board, and if there is anything to do when a Basestar is not present), but otherwise straightforward.<br /><br />My only two complaints were this: Dealing out Skill cards each turn and the frequently mentioned "downtime" if no Cylons are on the board after a FTL jump. For the first, nothing much you can do about it. You draw so many cards over a few turns that you are constantly reshuffling, and then possibly playing the cards, and then discarding down (and the frequency will only go up with more players). The mechanic does work - especially the "organized randomness" of the numbers for skill checks - but it seems like there could have been a less annoying way to implement the feature.<br /><br />For the second one, I actually found that very thematic. They say police officers have the most stressful jobs not because of the danger involved but because of the long periods of boring downtime punctuated by the short bursts of intense activity. It makes sense that the crew of <em>Galactica </em>would suffer the same ordeal so I didn't find it boring, just that more stressful.<br /><br />After the initial set-up, we moved through a Jump fairly quickly I think we moved the marker to auto-jump within the first 6 or 7 turns and cleared space rather quickly. But then that was followed by another 5 or 6 rounds where no threat came up, the jump track hardly moved, and we had little to do but activate ship locations that gave us more Skill cards. Christie liked the idea of no threats but also was disappointed that “there [was] nothing to do on the ship.” So I can easily see where this can be a turnoff for some.<br /><br /><a href="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic382625_lg.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" alt="" src="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic382625_lg.jpg" border="0" /></a>But for as much downtime we had through the second quarter of the game, the third quarter was ridiculous. We hit the Sleeper agent phase pretty quickly as our first 2 jumps sent us out 5 spaces to Kobol. Though we had many resources on the last blue space, none were in the red when we built the variant Loyalty deck. That meant two Human cards with only one Cylon. We thoroughly shuffled and randomly dealt the cards. Christie had this nervous-bounce-thing going with no poker face. I interpreted that as “I am Cylon” and then read for her everything in the rulebook on how to play a Cylon character. I later found out that it was actually some contorted-happy-seat-dance which meant “NOT a Cylon.” But for the time, she immediately “confirmed” my suspicions when after the first of a series of Cylon Attack Crisis cards came up, she quickly looked at the Civies trailing BSG to see what resource they carried. But as Adama, I had no way to get her to the Brig. <em>I</em> looked suspicious <em>to her</em> when I forgot to use my nukes on one of the two Basestars while our jump track was in reverse.<br /><br /><a href="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic388681.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic388681.jpg" border="0" /></a>On top of that, we pulled four Cylon Attack Crisis cards in a row. Starbuck used her destiny to send the last one to the bottom of the deck (I thought it was a Cylon trick!) although within a few turns, we still hit the 5th in that run. We literally had every ship on the board and were nowhere near jumping. Vipers were also dropping left and right after a series of 8-result rolls. After Starbuck returned to sickbay, she couldn’t find a Viper to launch and had to sit on the sidelines as 3 more Civies were gobbled up. Starbuck pulled a Skill Check crisis card where if we failed, the current player was going to the Brig. Adama finally had the power to move the suspected Cylon to the Brig but checked his gut and decided her Firepower was more important, so saved her in the Skill check.<br /><br /><blockquote><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Adama:</strong> Do your job.<br /></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Starbuck:</strong> Yes sir...<br /></span><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Adama:</strong> And walk out of this cabin...while you still can.</span></blockquote><br />With resources dwindling, we finally got the Faster Than Light calculations to work out and moved into the Blue. We jumped, cleared the entire board, but lost 3 of our 6 remaining population. With the temporary breather, Adama shuttled to Colonial One to draw through the Quorum deck more quickly while Starbuck jumped on a Viper to ensure she was part of the next fight.<br /><br />As we entered the fourth quarter, “the gods” looked favorably upon us. I finally drew a Quorum card that allowed me to look at one random Loyalty card. Starbuck was exonerated and we could focus on going home. Our next jump sent us to Ragnar and we grabbed back three sorely needed Vipers and another Raptor, which doubled our supplies. A couple more Basestars appeared: my nuke took out one while Starbuck’s Viper scored a direct hit and prevented another from launching raiders. With the threats under control and a few draws with the jump icon, we managed to return to earth with one population remaining (the other resources were at 3 or 4).<br /><br /><a href="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic382604.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="http://images.boardgamegeek.com/images/pic382604.jpg" border="0" /></a>Overall, we found the game an excellent addition to our collection. So much so, that I am willing to give it a 9 after one play and to dust off my session reporter. All in all, we went through about half the Crisis deck. We hit every Cylon Attack card except one though we had to suffer through “33” twice. There was enough tension in the game and the suspect Loyalty of both of us proved a two-player game could be fulfilling. Obviously, more players would be better, especially since I didn’t particularly like wearing both hats as President and Admiral: too few actions to make either that effective. Also, we never experienced an active Cylon thwarting our efforts or Centurions on board. So I am looking forward to those in a multi-player game. FFG scores another hit!<br /><br />By the way, one final word on "my coolness." One of us recently purchased a BSG-fan microbadge. And it wasn’t me....<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">All images from </span><a href="http://www.boardgamegeek.com/images/thing/37111?username=&sort=hot&date=alltime&gallery=&tag=&B1=Go"><span style="font-size:78%;">BoardGameGeek</span></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></span></em></strong>ColtsFan76http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334885978144737521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-22132555070644897312009-03-06T16:20:00.003-06:002009-03-07T08:33:43.894-06:00PRE-SPRING FEVER<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;">You know you have Spring Fever When....</span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>10. You are dying to "really clean" the house.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>9. You're envious of the younger ones you know going somewhere</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>for "Spring Break"</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>8. You would love nothing more than to wash your car.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>7. You're day dreaming at work of past vacations.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>6. A hot dog and shake sounds good for dinner.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>5. You actually WANT to take the dog for walk.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>4. Cutting the grass.....doesn't sound so bad.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>3. The idea of a bathing suit scares the living h-e-double-</strong></span><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>hockey-sticks out of you.</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>2. You're actually motivated to do something!!!!!!!!</strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>1. That fact that it's only 62 degrees out and you can't wait </strong></span><br /><span style="color:#ff6600;"><strong>to get out there in a t-shirt! (because it actually feels warm!!!)</strong></span>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-37110407156077366032009-02-25T09:07:00.009-06:002009-02-25T09:30:47.316-06:00WELCOME HOME MADONNA MOLA!!!<strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Meet Madonna.....</span></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">The newest member of the Mola family</span>....</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306753893252294610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnO-EtF83ZzSSqkmALCkueDqdrsB3MJ_xghzIdwsaE7C3ifZx8zz582naDCjRuOC3pSuACrVXg32gOHU3LxUJg5Mifg1b_I3aki3MREpKOUqaodUfQ5jtBX3FT4k1E60lqE_CGleXEDOk/s320/img_0098.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">She came home to us on Saturday February 21st. after 2.5 hours of hard labor. All the hard work was worth it; just look how cute she is!</span></strong></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidf9X7kv9phgNtaTS9-zbdEEfN1wwe3Glv0x4Fbt3nK2f5RrJbrtXPO5jQPaqgWPT5MhY2d29ejjSJCxC4dorSOCttL7FrS8ixSL0cSEMvWAZ-uv6pZ7gpFcI9x-W_0je7WgKsCe8gBUQ/s1600-h/img_0099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306755402198000802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidf9X7kv9phgNtaTS9-zbdEEfN1wwe3Glv0x4Fbt3nK2f5RrJbrtXPO5jQPaqgWPT5MhY2d29ejjSJCxC4dorSOCttL7FrS8ixSL0cSEMvWAZ-uv6pZ7gpFcI9x-W_0je7WgKsCe8gBUQ/s320/img_0099.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><p><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">She smells nice and has great features. I just can't wait to spend hours playing with her figuring out how all her buttons work! She's a fast one...so I'll have to be careful! </span></strong><br /></p><p></p><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;">Our first picture together! It's like a dream come true.</span> </span></strong><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306752390764206034" 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/AVvXsEgp75r37v1kHq05GeKFFXvIvGDFNsMKEDU7yvKf5vYEsyRpB3-L8feqFo9Xebl2VG4fCWFRyp1U2kAQxmyZLysOM3OkEvYDOkO4i6CPzmqbfkVo_j25tcv5sTifDqTLt-MLYPJxzuIWO_I/s320/meimg_0101.jpg" border="0" /></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-54515515589077280442009-02-10T11:41:00.005-06:002009-02-10T12:40:28.501-06:00BEAT'N BY REALITY<span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Ok, let's face it....I'm no Spring Chicken. But do I have to jump from young to old over night?</strong></span> <div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"></div></span><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;">A recent event from this weekend has left me in hard place.....I'm I a young looking (about to be) 30 year year old.......or a (about to be) 30 year old who <em>tries</em> to look young?</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><strong>Allow me to re-wind and tell you how this conundrum came about.</strong><br />I went shopping on Sunday at Target. I was pushing a cart and walking very fast as I exited the store because I was cold. To the left there was some caution tape so I made sure to stay a good 3 feet away from it. Here I am walking out happy about my cool Jamaica bikini when...</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>BLAMO!!! </strong></span><span style="font-size:100%;">I hit something in the concrete that made my cart stop and me fling forward knocking my leg up against the cart really hard. As that happened I said "ouch, what the H" rather loud. From behind me all I hear is this high pitched giggling from the 2 teenage girls I had just flew past with my cart. One of them spoke up and said..."that's why there's caution tape there old lady!" and then the incessant high pitched giggling resumed. </span></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AQxS6ncTt6oK_Ztj1-YDvxpZ4Vug2ZmFA0efes-JCnUOZH7PpUFunqKtYqazQosX4duAXCtbD6EacWgtZuzCSwEOtfJkmjEDwzmHxMpCtSHxMlWTlsjfaqmYProXOY7eW6ddpr9QJcA/s1600-h/img_0090.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301239636867499570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AQxS6ncTt6oK_Ztj1-YDvxpZ4Vug2ZmFA0efes-JCnUOZH7PpUFunqKtYqazQosX4duAXCtbD6EacWgtZuzCSwEOtfJkmjEDwzmHxMpCtSHxMlWTlsjfaqmYProXOY7eW6ddpr9QJcA/s320/img_0090.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#993399;">I walked away in pain...both mentally and psychically.</span><br /></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;">No....that giant lump on my leg is not my knee...It's my battle wound from reality. That's what the shopping cart did to me! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">Rubbing salt into a wound...I also picked up some Jack Daniels for Thomas's party. As I went to hand my licence to the check out lady, she said she didn't need it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">So, I looked enough over 21 that I didn't need to be carded.....Eeeek. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#990000;"><span style="color:#993399;">I suppose it...(ageing) happens to the best of us. Which explains why plastic surgery is a billion dollar industry; and why celebrities will do what ever it takes to keep them selves frozen in time.</span> </span></div></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-71484202793889238252009-02-10T11:23:00.005-06:002009-02-10T11:40:50.224-06:00JAMAICA FEVER<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>It's been almost 6 months since our honeymoon and I'm still suffering from Jamaica fever. I think about it all the time and wish I was there........like now. Sitting on the beach next to Brian, drinking a pina-colada, reading a book, listing to the ocean hit the shore, feeling the warm breeze brush against my skin.....</strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I have the fever so bad that while I was walking through target the other day I saw something that I simply could NOT pass by. Especially since there was only one in my size!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301223793953935906" 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/AVvXsEjTg5YGYXBECITPFLbWd46HMVeRfgv5rBArQP1DeJfvNk67cY9KaLT1Wn5GMDb6iaUjgcWUdluX2d-Alf_gTYqfu-8_uHya4OvNwWYL-VB0iOP34bHJL44xt3iEPzHtUJXF-OdsEocHzBk/s320/img_0093.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">That's right....I purchased a Jamaican style bikini....Lord help me.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">(or send me back...hee hee!)</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></strong></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-38977605952746434912009-01-29T15:31:00.008-06:002009-01-29T15:57:18.492-06:00IN THE ARMY!!!<span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>My brother Thomas is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">officially</span> being sworn into the Army as I type this.</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0aXDFw8oLsQcSCUR6aMwjjRqX1Wm6MBaH7aQHyhcVuK4vL7z7y6dD8tL0v2pebhd7qz6b-l7PymBQDw5t04mU4ErfOiRet3Zitmvnacsj1gpfXhjlYGHmi7Ea8RaH_I3t0brcI70AAA/s1600-h/website+pic+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296835601647284962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim0aXDFw8oLsQcSCUR6aMwjjRqX1Wm6MBaH7aQHyhcVuK4vL7z7y6dD8tL0v2pebhd7qz6b-l7PymBQDw5t04mU4ErfOiRet3Zitmvnacsj1gpfXhjlYGHmi7Ea8RaH_I3t0brcI70AAA/s320/website+pic+007.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>I am so completely proud of him! He took all the written tests on Tuesday and scored exceptionally well. 111. The highest job <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">requirement</span> I found online was 110. He had his day-long <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">psychical</span> today and just finished a little bit ago. </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmss_1HIeYwD7WTszdv9ReIxHbnBSl1qAHRRs6H1Rh8bqm4ZwKhiEQGbSFj4P9ByF0j77sC9cLEaffnvzD31nC0M_jnZTm5XO6_GjhPuIvmXkokQ3D2AWtkjab6-1_DzP5bnqJ3-t3hU0/s1600-h/6-17-2007-159.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296836264689930210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmss_1HIeYwD7WTszdv9ReIxHbnBSl1qAHRRs6H1Rh8bqm4ZwKhiEQGbSFj4P9ByF0j77sC9cLEaffnvzD31nC0M_jnZTm5XO6_GjhPuIvmXkokQ3D2AWtkjab6-1_DzP5bnqJ3-t3hU0/s320/6-17-2007-159.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>If I'm saying this right he will be an Air-Born trained Armored <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Vehicle</span> Driver / Machine Gunner. From the looks of the website a to become a driver you had to have scored a 11o...So, I'm glad he chose something worthy of his high score. He always drove like a maniac....now he'll get to do it in a Humvee or some cool Tank! </strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"><strong>He will be leaving us on the 10<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">th</span> and going to Ft. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Benning</span> GA for 23 weeks of boot camp and training. Jumping out of plains, shooting guns, and driving..... I know Thomas is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">soooo</span> excited! </strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">As for the rest of us....we'll be helping him move out of his duplex and moving Trisha into my parents house for now <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">until</span> she can move on base. Of course anyone who knows me; knows that I can't let him slip away quietly...I'm cooking up some way to throw him a Congratulations / Good Luck party. </span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#3333ff;">If I get my way....Stay tuned for an invitation! </span></strong>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-7170653983409802152009-01-29T11:22:00.004-06:002009-01-29T11:58:26.051-06:00ROMANCE IS IN THE AIR<span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"><strong>I don't know about you.....but in today's economy I find extra cash hard to find. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Luckily Brian and I stumbled on an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">advertisement</span> for Valentines day that might make this holiday a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">easier</span> on the pocket book. </span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#000099;"></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">So fellas, if you want to take your wife or significant other out for a nice dinner.....we have found just the place. </span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><span style="color:#000099;">Reservations are filling up fast so you better get a move on!</span> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296775796248898690" 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/AVvXsEg1zRdl3x7tBNVC01Gj5_gONDtNpG7OgysTNHzttF8a68zOEG5dp9CCOUR2YlGdDEQ_-3jG5Jobm1DnAk1y7PsVIeGnpW78Qm3QUHMu2EG0ApEBy2xqDQgiOYDcWv8fePmEK4im6UJc6-o/s320/img_0074.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><span style="color:#333399;"><strong>I took this picture on the way home from W.T. practice yesterday. It's on Ridge Road in Griffith!</strong></span>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-36976730834254385832009-01-27T12:36:00.012-06:002009-01-27T14:10:54.204-06:00Wedding Bells.....<span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>CONGRATULATIONS THOMAS AND TRISHA!!!!!!!!!!!</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3CbbiQEcgzqZs2FGOEnfIbN70s2fXzkTMRaPsf5JiFBajhg9C0PejGuOU9EVYJmQ06VLHdNFhvqO6YU2plrnfFLsckLn96BOOy-GFCQwjWzgQHxBM_oNRVg3onOcZ4ptS7ELITSonUo/s1600-h/img_0025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296045019569576050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 261px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3CbbiQEcgzqZs2FGOEnfIbN70s2fXzkTMRaPsf5JiFBajhg9C0PejGuOU9EVYJmQ06VLHdNFhvqO6YU2plrnfFLsckLn96BOOy-GFCQwjWzgQHxBM_oNRVg3onOcZ4ptS7ELITSonUo/s320/img_0025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">On Monday the 26th of January Thomas and Trisha were married at the Lake County Court house and had a reception later that evening at mom and dad's house.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296055391307015874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 501px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifX12pBjuJ5_3fGD3aexwwACJ0lDgqR1YoZ_UHsW4jDdCgqhORy5kc6tY9E-nVtXnM9m7q0CrVyj9nlMMffkeWbRpu5kBDZcT_n29D3E4dO8k32MmFy0RFOb4vx8UMCqzca9yngAhN0OA/s320/img_0066.jpg" border="0" /></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">Thomas is my younger brother for those of you who may not know. Growing up we were not very close....Older sisters can be sorta mean to younger brothers...and vise-versa. However as we grew up we became pretty close. Especially after living next door to him and Trisha for over a year. I've really missed them since I've moved this past September. We used to stay up late and long talks on the porch....</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Quite a few times during those talks Thomas mentioned to me that he wanted to join the military. I remember him going back and forth weighing the positives and negatives. </strong></span><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>I always encouraged him and believed that he would be good at it...but to be sure, sure, double sure before he signs his name on the dotted line. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>Well, such a time finally arose in Thomas's life. He recently made the decision to join the Army. After talking with a recruiter and talking it over with Trisha they decided it was best for them to be married before he left. They quickly went shopping for beautiful dress and a new suit and told us all on Friday. Boy were we all shocked!!! Not so much at the decision; but with the time we had to digest it all. </strong></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#993399;"><strong>I'm proud of Thomas and stand fully at his side with his decision.</strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-6bXN_9L7ytG5p1zIstXHqrd7FhiRpJSKzu-40Lqxk0LFV-CBbQ1l8tpk_Nxx-3JLyIEcd59Kh5i7w7Sq3aBJLFAunCh6gxgk9ddrqrskk7L1pGCjCjZ5p_d0Qxs8lMwgvngXMwKJCE/s1600-h/img_0037.jpg"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296053179518927202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn-6bXN_9L7ytG5p1zIstXHqrd7FhiRpJSKzu-40Lqxk0LFV-CBbQ1l8tpk_Nxx-3JLyIEcd59Kh5i7w7Sq3aBJLFAunCh6gxgk9ddrqrskk7L1pGCjCjZ5p_d0Qxs8lMwgvngXMwKJCE/s320/img_0037.jpg" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="color:#993399;"><strong> He will make an excellent soldier and great husband. He just needs to work hard and do his best. I'm sure that he will. </strong></span><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;">The next step for him is taking a written exam and completing a day long physical. After which, the army will decided were Thomas will fit the best. These things will be taking place today and tomorrow. I can't wait for him to call and let us all know how he did!</span> </strong><br /><p></p><br /><span style="color:#333399;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Back to last night....it was a lot of fun. There were all kinds of friends and family gathered together.<br /></strong><br /></span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79oDvFbo1FcbXhsHm5FwrzphbSDH2yeWYtGqEpHLWh5tvo05u74P82unFZwrExShWVh4L7RVMa8p_u799RnSPj6sl2XnyY-xV7EV4LEFsGko16RfJq84jKz4xQLcjlAFkbxnebWrMeXY/s1600-h/img_0032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296056557299317618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi79oDvFbo1FcbXhsHm5FwrzphbSDH2yeWYtGqEpHLWh5tvo05u74P82unFZwrExShWVh4L7RVMa8p_u799RnSPj6sl2XnyY-xV7EV4LEFsGko16RfJq84jKz4xQLcjlAFkbxnebWrMeXY/s320/img_0032.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3Esq64iXuwV4XgX3ntH9T1-_xfbWLyiGg2pgTmCgXKMIw46CXDqDfhSOBxXlTR7GF75wUJLCnqkW4jq6rV0dTiFbP4JSeSGduOTttb94c7dGWNGDSKfXxpeUYOww0jjNOnOAd3R2-2Q/s1600-h/img_0030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296057061057274658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ3Esq64iXuwV4XgX3ntH9T1-_xfbWLyiGg2pgTmCgXKMIw46CXDqDfhSOBxXlTR7GF75wUJLCnqkW4jq6rV0dTiFbP4JSeSGduOTttb94c7dGWNGDSKfXxpeUYOww0jjNOnOAd3R2-2Q/s320/img_0030.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"><strong>The funniest part of the evening was when they cut the cake....if any of you know these two you can only guess what happened! Thomas swears he was going to be nice and that she started it....</strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#993399;"></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>You be the judge by the pictures!</strong></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Nfj-zeIWPUQv3nwl2ED9lfNI-Lu11o3xS4iSNr3bLKtraLlozsJS86pkaUiY_dSgMBOTtNP6Hf0232QV32KVOF3G9migdXhMFREMNVhLcNxlGeBwy1xDiPfUPhyphenhyphennCRLzwPSulGVipx0/s1600-h/img_0055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296058866869137906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Nfj-zeIWPUQv3nwl2ED9lfNI-Lu11o3xS4iSNr3bLKtraLlozsJS86pkaUiY_dSgMBOTtNP6Hf0232QV32KVOF3G9migdXhMFREMNVhLcNxlGeBwy1xDiPfUPhyphenhyphennCRLzwPSulGVipx0/s320/img_0055.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9gutAm9qA54S8ytqLeKG6cZThta0rCLj3a5lTcGOmeGStjmkrPZYpAWPpGILlE_X2WIOeKsOAIvsq2nZRc1cjlIZ3u-20d0O-DnJoqj0_Ju4pe3t8j_TFbYqdYNF3FQtvyorSYnpGRI/s1600-h/img_0054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296060374317574482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9gutAm9qA54S8ytqLeKG6cZThta0rCLj3a5lTcGOmeGStjmkrPZYpAWPpGILlE_X2WIOeKsOAIvsq2nZRc1cjlIZ3u-20d0O-DnJoqj0_Ju4pe3t8j_TFbYqdYNF3FQtvyorSYnpGRI/s320/img_0054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"><strong>I think I believe Thomas!!!! It was hysterical.</strong></span> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">well, stay tuned to more updates!<br /><br /></span></div>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-16618120709807069172009-01-27T10:22:00.006-06:002009-01-27T10:39:23.543-06:00FISHY HEAD<div><span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"><strong>This is what happens when you make me go to work on my day off.......</strong></span><br /></div><div><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296009985100753458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYSqGpbtxO3ND4-8r-oSKqVbGKzDNZsQclN1mh2O27tpCQXCuYKqoD1V_vMVLJNaTq1ts346fOiul7CQYe25XKEuR7OKeamLsdfCGzWGgDBKn-Kxc5KLY0YAhvnbCMSrKG3dxK-5yvWZg/s320/img_0023.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;">Brian needed to get some extra work accomplished this weekend so I agreed to come and help him on my Saturday off..... Well, while bringing files up from the garage I found these awsome goggles!!!! You could barely see through them! I felt that a fishy face would do them justice.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOW53SyRBKm3Ac7lUK_jiIUcLMLEozOK71GGNPRwnGgsmO8Si-gDvHLqvYReyhFd_oj2yaiF_gM3Vmw46YX66sMVUx-24sK9uLvfjqR9QzVKCFJEaXrEnKNXtqA24jRRBhn4x0tf5qtIs/s1600-h/ThomasandTrishaimg_0021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296011067039911202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOW53SyRBKm3Ac7lUK_jiIUcLMLEozOK71GGNPRwnGgsmO8Si-gDvHLqvYReyhFd_oj2yaiF_gM3Vmw46YX66sMVUx-24sK9uLvfjqR9QzVKCFJEaXrEnKNXtqA24jRRBhn4x0tf5qtIs/s320/ThomasandTrishaimg_0021.jpg" border="0" /></a></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">Oh, yeah....if you havn't noticed...I had a run-in with a bottle of dye. My hair is.....red.</span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;">red as in.....red. Not brownish red.....just red. You should see it in the sun; it looks like a bowl full of cherrys. </span></p><br /><p></p>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-61646168282511735642008-12-31T10:35:00.015-06:002009-01-27T20:30:08.649-06:00Top 9 Funniest Mola Moments for 2008<strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;">This is a list of the top 9 funniest moments in our lives of this past year.</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">9. Black Out on Builders for Christ</span></strong><br />One night, we were all playing games in a cramped hotel lobby when a massive storm hit! We lost all power but continued to play Catch Phrase in the pitch black night while teens with their cell phones kept taunting us.<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">8. Jennifer's Wedding</span></strong><br />Brian's sister Jennifer was married this year in June and Brian and one of her friends were ushers. Brian's grandmother thought that <em>her son</em> was supposed to walk her down the aisle; well, when the other guy started to walk her down the aisle she freaked out and started hitting him saying "you're not my son"!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286018852739533538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCAYyYJzAKtzz7q06hx-gIL_-x5PQBf7mjlfi9c2ez3tlbjH_Z8OQ484XvIAOatcHULFbEyV79RY3EQgcjK62pjSex8JlBD1CxI8Fd64-daoJhrkLMBcj_MV0FyaC1wSxxYFDAgdHFThs/s320/of=50,590,331.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">7. The Julia - <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mola</span> Bond</span></strong><br />Our friends, John and Jessica, have an adorable little girl who just turned one. Ever since she was born, there has been a special bond between her and Brian. You should see them together - it is a <span style="color:#6633ff;">riot! </span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286805169450894642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_l4WWUIGIBMffTM8A1OxRsNHTW7Jf-A-zX3V9gymQgvoCXLL50BQCSmonRIoN-Od3Bh49PTHX-_ObuP5errYJtcU5TwQmO1Lwx0OwpEZqSKK04MJnnUKK0hunqOVQACwAmECF6fKsOug/s320/IMG_2958.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"><strong>6. Brian <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mola</span> Reaches 300 Owned Boardgames</strong></span><br />That's right 300. Need I say more.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286807812021253202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 193px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjHJtTwcM1OwgW6uOHFPs6SYadSrfCmpwNBMTqY7aU95Tuf36-pwUEqTIftoRo1CfYSIcP-6vctXgFDHx_4_o8AIdbAeS-NYTliCZCBnVlnnMGtila2ys5DVRWZpIzYs85QkHtO5KI6Ls/s320/pic407702_t.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">5. Trading Punches</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">Part A)</span></strong> On our wedding day, we wrote our own vows and I promised myself that I was not going to cry! Well, I lasted through his and when it was my turn to say mine I saw him about to tear up and I lost it. I was so mad that I started crying that I punched him in the arm as I continued my vows.<br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#6633ff;">Part B)</span></strong> We spent the night at Brian's sister's house for Christmas Eve. I woke up in the middle of the night to a fist in my eye!!!! He hit me so hard that I was seeing stars! Brian says he was trying to get the blankets loose that were stuck and he accidentally hit my eye as his hand lost it's grip.<br />Merry Christmas to my eye...<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">4. My Pirate Proposal</span></strong><br />Most of you have already heard or read about how Brian asked me to marry him. Just in case you haven't....He put me on a treasure hunt, starting it off with a card from a pirate board game we have. He took one of the cards and changed it by putting a picture of a toilet on it saying "report to the poop deck". From there I followed a series of clues <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">until</span> I reached my treasure. (All the while I had no idea what he was up to)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286806039035566946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmnd_qJOqUMZINl8_wL8QfLbrYXTWim7MkkXwysDeFSUWBCfCt8lbp_yDOnL36lZzgy5ATMAZ_Z83NbpXXsvS4HMe1qMf9dMvw2vWYU-9p_or3SqvRC39gzWPR8KvTgIVxzaZdc5GLQD4/s320/pic330174_md.jpg" border="0" /><br />My treasure chest had a note in it saying that I took too long and I had to turn around and walk the plank. When I turned around he was standing there holding a little treasure chest....(I still didn't get it) I opened it up and it had a bunch of little coins in it...my pirate booty...I thought. Then he told me to keep digging and I noticed it had a false bottom.....one last clue was laying in there that said "Where your treasure is; there your heart will be also" I knew then and when I lifted it....there was the MOST beautiful ring in there that I had EVER seen!!!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286019149118365458" 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/AVvXsEid1PojcF_L8So6f9TwJoLYYtakaWzLnEUyMzUVvbj2O_VmrzbdytBVSkExUbUWKQER-K1AoaJu2nFmvsd-46XjFmfU53qM2c2Y-KZ0wJnG0h_95mYD-uZPjW15-wSyYVi0uI7KlAeC2I4/s320/website+pic+054.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">3. A Wedding Day Flood</span></strong><br />We had planned an outdoor wedding with a reception outside under a huge Cinderella tent.....<br />God had other plans. The rains came and almost washed away our huge tent. The water in my parents back yard came up to your calf in some sections. Those of you who were there know that we had to call everyone that morning and move everything inside at the church. It all turned out beautifully and it was a blast.<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;">2. Christmas Tree....Belly Up</span></strong><br />I put our first Christmas Tree up this year. A nice 6.5' tree that I then put up on a table so there would be more space (and less for the dog to reach). Well, in my brain it made <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sense</span> to put all my pretty ornaments were I could see them....the front. I put EVERYTHING on the front of the tree. Before we went to bed that night Brian said..."hey, I think the tree is leaning." I told him it was fine and we went to bed. The next morning at 5:15am he comes into the room shouting...I told you that tree was leaning and now it fell over!!! So, I dragged my bum out of bed only to see my beautiful tree that I was so proud of laying on the floor all torn apart and strew about the floor. The dog had a guilty look on her face as I saw my little chewed up holly berries next to her.<br /><br />Brian's face dropped as he noticed his favorite fire truck ornaments were broken as well. My eyes filled up with tears and I crawled back in bed. Later I woke up and did it all over again.<br />(this time going around the ENTIRE tree and tying the sucker to the window....just to be safe)<br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;">And the #1 Funniest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Mola</span> Moment of 2008 is..... </span></strong><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#6633ff;"><strong>How I got the Nickname </strong><strong>"Macaroon"</strong></span></span><br />Our honeymoon to Jamaica was all inclusive and we could eat and drink as much as we wanted....and we did. There was a little French pastry place where they made fresh goodies all day long. Well, everyday I would go there at 3:00pm to get the macaroons!!! If I timed it right I could get them right out of the oven when they were still warm. Let me tell you they were so good!!! You couldn't have just one, no sir, I had to stuff as many as I could fit into my belly, they were so good.<br /><br />Well, the last day we were there we decided to have the professional photographer take our picture by the beach at sunset. It was really nice and he was having do all these poses. One time he asked Brian to pick me up....And yeah, well his face turned bright red and he was shaking!!! The photographer asked him what was wrong and he said that I had eaten too many macaroons! We both lost it and were laughing hysterically. The photographer caught the moment on film!<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286016415891242818" 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/AVvXsEjaG3U8nIxXiGtu5qZ37Di84KovXGY_QTZvQRcCrQNGVE6AvBP0aFwSyAG-rzrwhWyYxrNHbuq5ms_Mj4jWhXVHtnUnqmd9PCyp_C5V_Ypx5TPvJ6ldDFFMgrbYN5Oovz4iojvfT3QUNuE/s320/11785378_475.jpg" border="0" />Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-16096953100367074032008-12-30T09:21:00.002-06:002009-01-07T08:43:51.787-06:00Christmas Extravaganza<strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;">The Mola's experienced their first Christmas together!</span></strong><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">It was amazing. Neither one of us could have asked for anything more. It was beautiful.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">We both worked Christmas Eve until noon, came home and peeled potatoes, and then loaded up the truck for Naperville. Brian's sister Jennifer and her new husband would be hosting Christmas Eve dinner for the first time. </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Dominic, Jennifer's husband, made the MOST DELICIOUS ham I have EVER tasted! I made mashed potatoes.....enough for an army....I made WAY too much!<strong> 5lbs too much! </strong></span><br /><strong><span style="color:#006600;"></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#006600;">After dinner we all opened our Secret Santa presents by the fire place. It was fun to see who had whom. Brian's mom had me and it just amazes me how well she knows me! I loved all my presents!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">The next morning everyone woke up and the immediate family drove down to Leo and Carla's house to exchange some family gifts. That was a lot of fun too. In Brian's family they divide up who buys for who. I was assigned to buy for Brian's brother Danny, Dominic, and Jennifer. Jennifer was easy she gave me a list....plus she's a girl so that makes it fun! Danny only told me one little thing that he wanted....so....I bought him a bunch of stuff I think he needs like guitar hero underpants and a harmonica. hee hee! (that's what happens when you don't tell me what you want!!!) </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#006600;">And the worst...but funniest part....I forgot about Dominic!!!!! I had so much on my plate with buying presents for both families and friends and work and I had finals. So.....Christmas Eve eve at 9:00pm at night I looked at Brian and told him that I had forgotten someone. Right away we called Jennifer and made an emergency run to Target! </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Then, we headed over to my family's house. My family is huge! Everyone was there except my brother Scott and his family. There was about 20 people there and 3 big dogs. We had random gift openings through out the day it was crazy......but fun. The best part was dinner when we all sat down together at the 3 tables!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">At our family we have had a Secret Santa exchange between the siblings since I can remember. This year I had Kristy...I don't remember ever having her so it was expecially fun to shop for her. Brian had Kevin and he did a great job picking out Kevin's gifts! Chris Manko had Brian and Trisha had me. They got us wonderful gifts! </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Another big thing in my family is stockings....we all LOVE and look forward to the stockings!!! But....you only get one if you are a sibling or married to one. So, this year Brian had one and my mom had made his! It looked great; better than the ones you see at the store.<br /></span><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">I also got to see my sister Kristy with her braces off and look at her new beautiful smile and play with her little 8 month old baby Hunter. He is sooooooo cute! My favorite part of this year with my family was seeing everyone open up the presents I got them. I loved watching their reactions.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Finally at around 7:00pm Brian and I had our own gift exchange at home. We had a limit of $40. I blew that and made sure I got the board game he really wanted "Adroid" along with the Starwars Trilogy on DVD and a new wallet. He on the other hand stuck to the limit.....but boy did he surprise me.</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Every year Brian manages to knock my socks off by some awesome surprise and this year I didn't think he would be able to because of the limit....but......he sure did! When we left his parents house that morning he grabbed a HUGE wrapped present and put it in the back of the truck. I thought maybe his mom got him a big present and didn't want the other kids to see it. I forgot all about it. Later that night he brought it in the house and told me it was mine!!!!! I opened it thinking what could be this big and only be $40?????</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Guitar Hero World Tour with the full band!!!!! Guitar, Drums and a Microphone!!!!! </span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">I really, really, really, wanted that but I NEVER thought I would get it!!!!!! That awesome man saved all his Amazon.com Gift cards and spent them leaving a balance for him to pay of $35!!!!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#006600;"></span><br /><span style="color:#006600;">Now that's smart!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">It was truly one of the best Christmases either of us had ever had!!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;">Of course I didn't bring a camera anywhere we went so I have no pictures....but I'm sure you have a mental picture by now! This was a long story and it's only a glimpse of the wonder that we experienced!!!!</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span>Zoe79http://www.blogger.com/profile/13295579490957716000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4234404747838873398.post-42125375983325254012008-10-14T23:13:00.000-05:002008-10-14T23:15:18.556-05:00A New ChapterAs we sort through our new photos and continue to arrange the house, we wanted to open to a new chapter of our lives: Our Blog! We are going to figure this thing out and get the story of us posted as soon as we can! Stay tuned!ColtsFan76http://www.blogger.com/profile/12334885978144737521noreply@blogger.com0