tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39294422748243219652024-03-13T11:33:47.914-07:00NanainsheldonJudyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.comBlogger253125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-80944731910704074912008-12-05T21:51:00.000-08:002008-12-06T15:54:37.694-08:00She is Three<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SToUdT9S4eI/AAAAAAAABmY/Upe2ifhlFdE/s1600-h/thanksgiving2008+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276552407224082914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SToUdT9S4eI/AAAAAAAABmY/Upe2ifhlFdE/s200/thanksgiving2008+045.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em>Hard to believe our baby girl is three.</em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>I just love her reaction to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">candles</span> and </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>us singing Happy Birthday.</em></strong><br /></div><div align="center"></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-4684816125198239502008-10-09T19:18:00.000-07:002008-12-06T15:53:38.465-08:00Oh Deer!!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SO68R-phV8I/AAAAAAAABmI/KUcpBFalxAU/s1600-h/IMG_5375blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255344832248895426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SO68R-phV8I/AAAAAAAABmI/KUcpBFalxAU/s200/IMG_5375blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#990000;">Charlie.. deer.. Wayne found this skull, and Charlie just had to have it..so he posed with it for the camera.</span></em><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SO68SD7eOrI/AAAAAAAABmQ/TqTXdjYzxTI/s1600-h/IMG_5370.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255344833666366130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SO68SD7eOrI/AAAAAAAABmQ/TqTXdjYzxTI/s200/IMG_5370.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#990000;">Luke... riding with NO training wheels.. but must have a helmet..</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#990000;">Loved having the boys and their parents here last week.</span></em><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-64780471748039477572008-10-04T18:28:00.000-07:002008-12-06T15:54:15.796-08:00Boys!<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOgZghCRhTI/AAAAAAAABlw/e7wKO7lsOWw/s1600-h/IMG_5404blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253477011742098738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOgZghCRhTI/AAAAAAAABlw/e7wKO7lsOWw/s200/IMG_5404blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>They can be so sweet!! Charlie picked me a flower today.</em><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOgZg28TYpI/AAAAAAAABl4/Duy0lvac3l8/s1600-h/IMG_5377blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253477017622635154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOgZg28TYpI/AAAAAAAABl4/Duy0lvac3l8/s200/IMG_5377blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Then they can do silly things... like hanging a lizzard on their ear.</em><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOgZhGEVw0I/AAAAAAAABmA/9zoSNLqRYi4/s1600-h/IMG_5395lblog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253477021682877250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOgZhGEVw0I/AAAAAAAABmA/9zoSNLqRYi4/s200/IMG_5395lblog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Then... well they can just be boys!!!</em></div><div align="center"><em>(sorry if this offends)</em> </div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-38924683382802470172008-09-29T18:50:00.000-07:002008-12-06T15:56:08.739-08:00Aunt Dot<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOGG2UebRdI/AAAAAAAABlo/eXng8goir6Y/s1600-h/IMG_5360blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251626908258092498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SOGG2UebRdI/AAAAAAAABlo/eXng8goir6Y/s200/IMG_5360blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>I got to enjoy today with my Aunt Dot.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Aunt Dot has four sons, Michael, Larry, Mark & Sam. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Age wise I am right in the middle of the boys.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I got to go and stay with her during one summer, It was real different for her</em></div><div align="center"><em>To have a girl around.. but they had horses and I got to ride..!! </em></div><div align="center"><em>She is a real down-to-earth lady and a good godly woman.</em></div><div align="center"><em>She was married to my dad's oldest brother. </em></div><div align="center"><em>We got to talk family and look at old pictures and catch up on all the new </em></div><div align="center"><em>stuff too. And Of course she had to fix lunch for us..Yummmm </em></div><div align="center"><em>Mom, Jo and baby John went too.</em></div><div align="center"><em>It was a really great day.</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-66053629910477085862008-09-25T18:02:00.000-07:002008-09-25T18:12:38.775-07:00Here ya go Jamie<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNw1tewN_RI/AAAAAAAABlY/CwswIxnVeUU/s1600-h/IMG_5343blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250130321072848146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNw1tewN_RI/AAAAAAAABlY/CwswIxnVeUU/s200/IMG_5343blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">Sweet, Sweet, Sweet</span></em><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNw1tjsgC_I/AAAAAAAABlg/ULf0jSbXZ00/s1600-h/IMG_5339lbog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250130322399431666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNw1tjsgC_I/AAAAAAAABlg/ULf0jSbXZ00/s200/IMG_5339lbog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">There is that little boy smile, at 90 years old.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#3333ff;">It was so good to see Uncle Leo and Aunt Iris.</span></em></div><div align="center"><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-54440430632425484722008-09-24T19:16:00.000-07:002008-09-24T19:33:01.962-07:00Vacuum???<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNr0u0F8qRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/71Y05-JZe9k/s1600-h/IMG_5271blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249777400748484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNr0u0F8qRI/AAAAAAAABlQ/71Y05-JZe9k/s200/IMG_5271blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Can you see him? I had two snakes in the pool and I wanted Wayne (determiner of all snakes here) to tell me what they were..so I laid them (the dead snakes) on the pool deck. Well, before I could get him out there this Ibis (I think) shows up and eats the snakes. Yuck! At least I did not have to get rid of them..the bird vacuumed them right up.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I did not have time to change to the big lens so the pic is not great. </em></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-49565700288180246972008-09-22T18:57:00.000-07:002008-12-06T15:57:19.086-08:00Go EBA<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPVmkCRyI/AAAAAAAABkw/SJ0PMvZTlos/s1600-h/IMG_5297blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249032598247851810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPVmkCRyI/AAAAAAAABkw/SJ0PMvZTlos/s200/IMG_5297blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Ole' Number 49, stops to wave for Nonnie</em><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPV_B8JiI/AAAAAAAABk4/Mh8sFN7eJtE/s1600-h/IMG_5281blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249032604815730210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPV_B8JiI/AAAAAAAABk4/Mh8sFN7eJtE/s200/IMG_5281blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Waiting for the Coach to put him in...He was a real trooper</em></div><div align="center"><em>He was actually sick..when we got home he had a fever...but the </em></div><div align="center"><em>game had to go on....or so he thought</em></div><div align="center"><em></em><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPWTjmeRI/AAAAAAAABlA/0-k7ThGuKKY/s1600-h/IMG_5329.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249032610325625106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPWTjmeRI/AAAAAAAABlA/0-k7ThGuKKY/s200/IMG_5329.JPG" border="0" /> </div><p align="center"></a><em>Little miss was having a great time..</em><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPW8HRwzI/AAAAAAAABlI/wncGBEysQL0/s1600-h/IMG_5312blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249032621212681010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNhPW8HRwzI/AAAAAAAABlI/wncGBEysQL0/s200/IMG_5312blog.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><em>She's thinking she is one of the girls...</em></p><p align="center"><em>(Emily was at a cheer leading camp at the school...)</em></p><p><br /></p>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-11654259954156064952008-09-17T06:45:00.000-07:002008-09-17T07:03:13.832-07:00Tweekin'<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMWrFD_3I/AAAAAAAABkQ/5Nvc3INCNMU/s1600-h/landscaping+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246988624523951986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMWrFD_3I/AAAAAAAABkQ/5Nvc3INCNMU/s200/landscaping+001.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Jamie decided to add grass down the path..</em><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMW8R_2xI/AAAAAAAABkY/CEbAQA1Sk90/s1600-h/landscaping+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246988629141609234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMW8R_2xI/AAAAAAAABkY/CEbAQA1Sk90/s200/landscaping+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>The drive/parking</em><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMXZ7qTmI/AAAAAAAABkg/1I8fJkw2p-U/s1600-h/landscaping+003.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMXgnN_VI/AAAAAAAABko/vds1Pwqfum8/s1600-h/landscaping+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246988638894292306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SNEMXgnN_VI/AAAAAAAABko/vds1Pwqfum8/s200/landscaping+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><em>Another view down to the creek/shed</em><br /><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-33634544068578741432008-09-13T05:47:00.000-07:002008-09-13T06:04:53.186-07:00We are soooo close!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu6AmMJGmI/AAAAAAAABkA/S4jhkEYgpcI/s1600-h/house4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245490710417316450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu6AmMJGmI/AAAAAAAABkA/S4jhkEYgpcI/s200/house4.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Front Yard, you can see the sand we had to cover.</em><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu6A1iro5I/AAAAAAAABkI/7u5BQUnPZto/s1600-h/house3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245490714538386322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu6A1iro5I/AAAAAAAABkI/7u5BQUnPZto/s200/house3.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>From the back porch looking towards the creek.</em><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu2nHu9hCI/AAAAAAAABjw/0rY3ZjGp6VA/s1600-h/house1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245486974210245666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu2nHu9hCI/AAAAAAAABjw/0rY3ZjGp6VA/s200/house1.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>This is the front yard. We were not going to do much grass, </em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>but the yard is so sanding we had too</em><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu2nZAWX4I/AAAAAAAABj4/MmNDQxsAJ8E/s1600-h/house2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245486978846580610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SMu2nZAWX4I/AAAAAAAABj4/MmNDQxsAJ8E/s200/house2.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>This is a view from down towards the creek.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>I will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sooo</span></span> glad when we are <span style="color:#cc0000;">done</span>!!</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>But, then I think 'Do you ever really get done when you own a house?'</em> </div><br /><div align="center"><em>We used crushed brick in the pathway, for the color.</em><br /></div><br /><div align="right"></div></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-65462937528580237322008-08-14T04:43:00.000-07:002008-08-14T07:02:58.422-07:00As easy as one - two- three...<div align="center"><em>I was able to take one day off last week and go to the beach with Jame and the kids.</em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SKQbGYDXu4I/AAAAAAAABjY/UGt5TygSBaM/s1600-h/IMG_5460.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234338463261113218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SKQbGYDXu4I/AAAAAAAABjY/UGt5TygSBaM/s200/IMG_5460.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>We had a great day..my sister, baby John (my great nephew) and my mom came out.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Jacob was caught digging a trench for water that was leaking from the waterhose to run in...while waiting on everyone to get ready to go down to the water.</em><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SKQbGvoE8qI/AAAAAAAABjg/1wimAdVJsAw/s1600-h/IMG_5459.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234338469589086882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SKQbGvoE8qI/AAAAAAAABjg/1wimAdVJsAw/s200/IMG_5459.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Emmy also liked the sand (can't say I like it as much as I used too) She always has a smile.</em><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SKQbHKSIQQI/AAAAAAAABjo/Ozgra9zImIM/s1600-h/IMG_5461.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234338476744786178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SKQbHKSIQQI/AAAAAAAABjo/Ozgra9zImIM/s200/IMG_5461.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>And Mac has water, so watch out..</em><em>she got real brave over the fews days they were there. I did not "doctor" these at all so not the greatest pics...but love the subjects!</em></p><p align="center"></p>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-82007394296414171992008-08-06T21:33:00.000-07:002008-08-06T21:51:41.533-07:00Hickory Horned devil caterpillar...Regal Moth<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SJp7rEjasbI/AAAAAAAABjI/CujrhEGqJvg/s1600-h/IMG_5240blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231629897031135666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SJp7rEjasbI/AAAAAAAABjI/CujrhEGqJvg/s200/IMG_5240blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>This big guy was resting on my garage door last evening...he was huge</em></div><div align="center"><em>after looking for him on the web for a while,(ask Shelia) I found him... I go crazy trying to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">learn</span> about things like this...His wing span was about 5 or 6 inches..His head was big and fuzzy, and bright orange and yellow</em><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SJp7rbJ3PMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MbdBVG8qpCU/s1600-h/IMG_5247blogII.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231629903097969858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SJp7rbJ3PMI/AAAAAAAABjQ/MbdBVG8qpCU/s200/IMG_5247blogII.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Look at those eyes...and legs...He was <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">awesome</span>..But if you really want to see him look up "Big, Stinging, Hungry Caterpillars of the East Coast"...and look at him as a caterpillar, He is called Hickory horned devil caterpillar because of he likes to feed on hickory trees..and he most <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">defiantly</span> looks like the devil!!! </em></p><p align="center"></p>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-52010710860007146792008-07-20T18:05:00.000-07:002008-07-20T18:24:50.114-07:00What makes a house a home?<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPio5gEo6I/AAAAAAAABio/Xzhi55J1uGM/s1600-h/IMG_5163blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269184937894818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPio5gEo6I/AAAAAAAABio/Xzhi55J1uGM/s200/IMG_5163blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>For me... it is seeing my Grandmother's table on the stair landing </em><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPipfAO_kI/AAAAAAAABiw/fA0r974lDqQ/s1600-h/IMG_5159blog.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269195004902978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPipfAO_kI/AAAAAAAABiw/fA0r974lDqQ/s200/IMG_5159blog.JPG" border="0" /></em></a> <em>For Mac it is trying out the new bed and bedding in the first floor bedroom</em><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPiqEpb2GI/AAAAAAAABi4/w-MP41Y0Mns/s1600-h/IMG_5162blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269205109823586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPiqEpb2GI/AAAAAAAABi4/w-MP41Y0Mns/s200/IMG_5162blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>For others it a big screen...</em><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPiqXZxF3I/AAAAAAAABjA/0tplXVIMBYE/s1600-h/IMG_5165blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225269210144380786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SIPiqXZxF3I/AAAAAAAABjA/0tplXVIMBYE/s200/IMG_5165blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>or maybe two...</em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><em>Furniture is planned..soon we hope!</em> </div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-9525693219005583662008-07-08T19:06:00.000-07:002008-07-08T19:16:02.843-07:00Here ya go Bill...<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQeqOsDjdI/AAAAAAAABiA/-oe2irzxpkw/s1600-h/IMG_5092.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220831578875465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQeqOsDjdI/AAAAAAAABiA/-oe2irzxpkw/s200/IMG_5092.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jeff and Jamie in Dining room/living room<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQeqhzraHI/AAAAAAAABiI/po3WDt9FHnw/s1600-h/IMG_5136.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220831584007710834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQeqhzraHI/AAAAAAAABiI/po3WDt9FHnw/s200/IMG_5136.JPG" border="0" /></a>Dining area from loft<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQerARb_8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/W4UVffcdnVU/s1600-h/IMG_5138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220831592185593794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQerARb_8I/AAAAAAAABiQ/W4UVffcdnVU/s200/IMG_5138.JPG" border="0" /></a>3rd floor<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQersYAcsI/AAAAAAAABiY/B_pnGl1c_94/s1600-h/IMG_5153blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220831604024308418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQersYAcsI/AAAAAAAABiY/B_pnGl1c_94/s200/IMG_5153blog.JPG" border="0" /></a>1st floor bath<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQesN4ucKI/AAAAAAAABig/avSHFUYzW10/s1600-h/IMG_5142blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220831613019910306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQesN4ucKI/AAAAAAAABig/avSHFUYzW10/s200/IMG_5142blog.JPG" border="0" /></a>Second floor bath<br /><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-18308456737825793972008-07-08T18:51:00.000-07:002008-07-08T19:17:38.708-07:00More of inside..almost done!!!!<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb08w26SI/AAAAAAAABhY/hUqii-ouYNU/s1600-h/IMG_5158.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220828464507447586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb08w26SI/AAAAAAAABhY/hUqii-ouYNU/s200/IMG_5158.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kids on porch<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb1dnIa5I/AAAAAAAABhg/xaWMjvCVsHE/s1600-h/IMG_5135blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220828473325022098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb1dnIa5I/AAAAAAAABhg/xaWMjvCVsHE/s200/IMG_5135blog.JPG" border="0" /></a>View from loft of living area<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb13E6zVI/AAAAAAAABho/eq734tDt2CI/s1600-h/IMG_5128blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220828480160845138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb13E6zVI/AAAAAAAABho/eq734tDt2CI/s200/IMG_5128blog.JPG" border="0" /></a>Eric and Jamie making decisions on kitchen<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb9G5DPBI/AAAAAAAABhw/1nu3D2FdULU/s1600-h/IMG_5095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220828604665117714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb9G5DPBI/AAAAAAAABhw/1nu3D2FdULU/s200/IMG_5095.JPG" border="0" /></a>Living area from dining room<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb9ape5lI/AAAAAAAABh4/UMAiFW7Rl_0/s1600-h/IMG_5082+blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220828609968531026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SHQb9ape5lI/AAAAAAAABh4/UMAiFW7Rl_0/s200/IMG_5082+blog.JPG" border="0" /></a>Stain glass over front door<br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-37639256821157478662008-05-27T16:43:00.000-07:002008-05-27T17:00:35.495-07:00Oh My! Green toes..Can you guess who?.<div align="center"><em>Oh my oh my look at these GREEN toes...with sparkles no less..</em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SDydf2uEhoI/AAAAAAAABhI/kqtWQhfjoHY/s1600-h/IMG_5066blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208439923705474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SDydf2uEhoI/AAAAAAAABhI/kqtWQhfjoHY/s200/IMG_5066blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>This is what happens when Jo Jo and Robbie take you with Granny Blue on her birthday, ...you get green toes!</em><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SDydgWuEhpI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kvVOyhwAU2w/s1600-h/IMG_5078blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205208448513640082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SDydgWuEhpI/AAAAAAAABhQ/kvVOyhwAU2w/s200/IMG_5078blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Lucy (Emily) is satying with us a few days and because I am working she is hanging out with JoJo, Granny Blue, Robin and RaeRae.....</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Love having her here....Wish I had more time to be home...alas one day!</em><br /><br /><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-85021144385091260342008-05-14T05:20:00.000-07:002008-05-14T06:03:35.432-07:00So Proud!!<div align="center"><em>US Marines, Army, and Air Force well represented.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Annie has made us all so proud.</em></div><div align="center"><em>It's good to see a young person headed in a positive direction. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SCrZ1f21QII/AAAAAAAABg4/UzZPTGEAugc/s1600-h/IMG_5072blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200208232860434562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SCrZ1f21QII/AAAAAAAABg4/UzZPTGEAugc/s200/IMG_5072blog.JPG" border="0" /></a>CPL <em>Chuck (Annie's friend), Gunnery Sgt. Glenn (Annie's Dad), PVT Annie Peifer, Master Sgt. Freddie (Glenn's buddy), SSG Shane, and Lt. Col. Betsy (Jo Anne's Friend) (I apologize if I do not have all this military stuff right I'm new at it). </em></div><div align="center"><em>We had hoped that Lt Jeff would be home, but he was not able to make it. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Jo put on a huge spread for everyone after graduation... it was a great family day.</em><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SCrZ1_21QJI/AAAAAAAABhA/VKEa_dEdHGI/s1600-h/IMG_5080blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200208241450369170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SCrZ1_21QJI/AAAAAAAABhA/VKEa_dEdHGI/s200/IMG_5080blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>This cute little blue eyed family was with us on Friday too.</em> <em>There was about 30 of us all together. </em></div><div align="center"></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-87589759143351800022008-05-05T05:24:00.000-07:002008-05-05T07:39:01.229-07:00Momma Wrabbit<div align="center"><em>I was leaving for work Friday and saw this Momma in my front yard, </em></div><div align="center"><em>no doubt looking for the cute babies. My focus is off again, Amy..I was trying to sneak up on her... </em><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SB78z20c7mI/AAAAAAAABgw/hRrRM8LWzBg/s1600-h/IMG_5018blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196868987851173474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SB78z20c7mI/AAAAAAAABgw/hRrRM8LWzBg/s200/IMG_5018blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Then Sunday afternoon I was walking around in the yard, a rare treat these days for me.</em></div><div align="center"><em>I saw this huge pile of fur in my flower bed.... horror struck my heart I thought one or both of the babies had been killed.. but upon further investigation it was the bed where to babies were born.. let's all say it together ... Ahhhh!</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Side note: Jeff is back in the USA and will be home soon. Let's all say it together "Thank you God".</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Love you all, Judy</span></em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-16830113341278281082008-04-29T05:10:00.000-07:002008-04-29T06:32:37.618-07:00Wrascally Wrabbit<div align="center"><em>We were outside yesterday checking on the pool, when we happened on these two little cuties just sitting there, (Wayne almost stepped on one of them) they were soaked to the bone from the rain. We could have picked them up but thought better of it.</em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SBcQ1G0c7kI/AAAAAAAABgg/ALVcYkLmzZQ/s1600-h/IMG_5011blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194639199744880194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SBcQ1G0c7kI/AAAAAAAABgg/ALVcYkLmzZQ/s200/IMG_5011blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SBcQ1W0c7lI/AAAAAAAABgo/aYrdzoGpkuc/s1600-h/IMG_5009blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194639204039847506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SBcQ1W0c7lI/AAAAAAAABgo/aYrdzoGpkuc/s200/IMG_5009blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-53383133905384695632008-04-28T05:18:00.000-07:002008-04-28T06:54:18.793-07:00A Family Affair<div align="center"><em>With everyone lending a hand, we are slowly getting it done! </em></div><div align="center"><em>We finished all the bead board, and the trim on the third floor. </em></div><div align="center"><em></em> </div><div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SBXBWm0c7jI/AAAAAAAABgY/hUjrEe6N2MQ/s1600-h/IMG_4993blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194270339363565106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SBXBWm0c7jI/AAAAAAAABgY/hUjrEe6N2MQ/s200/IMG_4993blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>We will work on the trim on the second floor next weekend. </em><br /><br /><br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-77869359631266522722008-04-15T04:50:00.000-07:002008-04-15T07:09:18.424-07:00Oh Wait this looks important Eric!<div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SASgSqEN-BI/AAAAAAAABgI/3_hJzOldw7w/s1600-h/IMG_4934blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189448913027725330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SASgSqEN-BI/AAAAAAAABgI/3_hJzOldw7w/s200/IMG_4934blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> Good help is hard to find! Huh, Eric?<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SASgTKEN-CI/AAAAAAAABgQ/vnqjiNfK2g8/s1600-h/IMG_4935blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189448921617659938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SASgTKEN-CI/AAAAAAAABgQ/vnqjiNfK2g8/s200/IMG_4935blog.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">Holding up progress...just plug it in Shelia!!! What's that noise??? Progress finally. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">LOL</span></div><div align="center">We can not tell you how much help you have been. </div><div align="center">We appreciate you very much!<br /></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-18599435244301444232008-04-13T06:31:00.000-07:002008-04-13T06:42:40.974-07:00This little glittery piggy...<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SAINTqEN9-I/AAAAAAAABfw/UtFaCr4tDm4/s1600-h/spring+break+beach+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188724352044890082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SAINTqEN9-I/AAAAAAAABfw/UtFaCr4tDm4/s200/spring+break+beach+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">I stole Jamie's camera and took these pictures of Mac's feet....<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SAIL0qEN98I/AAAAAAAABfg/tfWFaA07exY/s1600-h/spring+break+beach+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188722719957317570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SAIL0qEN98I/AAAAAAAABfg/tfWFaA07exY/s200/spring+break+beach+019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/SAIL1aEN99I/AAAAAAAABfo/13LfQp4X_MY/s1600-h/spring+break+beach+019.jpg"></a>I just love these little piggies.... polish, dirt and all!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-15617974092272197172008-04-02T21:19:00.000-07:002008-04-02T21:32:49.691-07:00The Girls - Singing in the rain<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_RdjeTXpdI/AAAAAAAABfY/pYvlyNfIEEo/s1600-h/IMG_4900blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184871935021393362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_RdjeTXpdI/AAAAAAAABfY/pYvlyNfIEEo/s200/IMG_4900blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>I wasn't going to post this picture but had a change of heart. She was smiling for me!</em><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_RbSeTXpbI/AAAAAAAABfI/zbiMhJ60JjY/s1600-h/IMG_4895blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184869443940361650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_RbSeTXpbI/AAAAAAAABfI/zbiMhJ60JjY/s200/IMG_4895blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Emmy got caught in the rain..but I don't think she minded it at all.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>She is just about to loose the other top tooth..and I love the drop of rain on her nose.</em><br /></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_RbS-TXpcI/AAAAAAAABfQ/J5_a2760aZE/s1600-h/IMG_4899lbog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184869452530296258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_RbS-TXpcI/AAAAAAAABfQ/J5_a2760aZE/s200/IMG_4899lbog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>McKinley got caught in the rain too. She was having fun standing on the steps and letting the rain fall on her from the roof... This water had to be warmer than the creek!</em></p></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-87538816568336926842008-04-01T01:26:00.000-07:002008-04-01T01:46:46.114-07:00At the Creek<div align="center"><em>I do not believe them...That water is COLD!</em><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_H0ZuTXpaI/AAAAAAAABfA/lcvqlsjI4xw/s1600-h/IMG_4860blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184193368843330978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R_H0ZuTXpaI/AAAAAAAABfA/lcvqlsjI4xw/s200/IMG_4860blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Not the best picture..but they were having so much fun, well as much fun as you can when you are numb! Emmy, being modest, was hiding behind her brother. They all were in their under ware, except Jacob and Luke who brought extra shorts! And then there was Mac!</em> </div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-49224562462626066142008-03-27T02:49:00.000-07:002008-03-27T03:16:41.254-07:00Boys, dirt, sand gnats and water!<div align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-tu4uTXpXI/AAAAAAAABeo/TI4-uG17-MY/s1600-h/IMG_4850lbog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182357717000889714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-tu4uTXpXI/AAAAAAAABeo/TI4-uG17-MY/s200/IMG_4850lbog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>We are so glad to have Jeff's boy this week. Charlie is 10 and Luke is 5. They are on spring break. We have had a great time so far..let's see, I went and got them on Tuesday. We went to see "Horton Hears a Who" (cute movie), bought some plants for the garden Wednesday. Then....</em><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-tu5uTXpYI/AAAAAAAABew/dEmHYE5tYd4/s1600-h/IMG_4853blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182357734180758914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-tu5uTXpYI/AAAAAAAABew/dEmHYE5tYd4/s200/IMG_4853blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>We put them to work!</em><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-tu6OTXpZI/AAAAAAAABe4/P--FzKssZ2E/s1600-h/IMG_4852blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182357742770693522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-tu6OTXpZI/AAAAAAAABe4/P--FzKssZ2E/s200/IMG_4852blog.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em>Well, I did get one cheesy smile from these farmers.</em></div><div align="center"><em>Wayne calls this my pretend garden, if it's not 40 acres it's "pretend" to him..but he nor I have the time any more..a few tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, peppers, onions and egg plants is all I can handle. Does that sound like "pretend" to you? </em><em><br /></div></em>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3929442274824321965.post-29490396042265690962008-03-20T19:51:00.000-07:002008-03-20T20:40:42.518-07:00So serious..<div align="center"><em>We had a very serious day last Saturday in Waynesboro, Tornado's went with in just a few miles on both sides of us. We all held hands and prayed. The Lord answered and we had only wind (60 mph), rain & hail but no damage.</em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-MpneTXpSI/AAAAAAAABeA/ittRUO7jOCI/s1600-h/IMG_4737blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029754532144418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-MpneTXpSI/AAAAAAAABeA/ittRUO7jOCI/s200/IMG_4737blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Miss Katie always has a smile, even when the wind is seriously messin' up her hair.<br /></em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-MpoeTXpTI/AAAAAAAABeI/CY6n-CJpdbQ/s1600-h/IMG_4740blog.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029771712013618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-MpoeTXpTI/AAAAAAAABeI/CY6n-CJpdbQ/s200/IMG_4740blog.JPG" border="0" /></a><em>Miss Em was thinking very hard... serious business<br /></em><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-Mpo-TXpUI/AAAAAAAABeQ/s381-X3HdyA/s1600-h/IMG_4739blog.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029780301948226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-Mpo-TXpUI/AAAAAAAABeQ/s381-X3HdyA/s200/IMG_4739blog.JPG" border="0" /></em></a><em> Little "e" was working hard on his Indian weapon, serious work<br /></em><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-MppeTXpVI/AAAAAAAABeY/SnnKhVf6wzc/s1600-h/IMG_4741blog.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029788891882834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-MppeTXpVI/AAAAAAAABeY/SnnKhVf6wzc/s200/IMG_4741blog.JPG" border="0" /></em></a><em>The wind had picked up, even Mac was seriously dirty<br /></em><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-Mpp-TXpWI/AAAAAAAABeg/euh3NnyMVKo/s1600-h/IMG_4738blog.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180029797481817442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9_EvUdwnNdQ/R-Mpp-TXpWI/AAAAAAAABeg/euh3NnyMVKo/s200/IMG_4738blog.JPG" border="0" /></em></a><em>Well, almost everyone was serious..He was tryin' out his Indian weapon. </em></div><div align="center"><em>Hey, Big "E" if you are wondering where all your string went.... I may have the answer. Have your people call my people.. LOL.<br /></em></div><div align="center"></div>Judyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17414022353476445869noreply@blogger.com4