tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84392205692213167422024-03-13T12:19:18.319-05:00Moments as a MomHeather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.comBlogger173125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-48602894713622738982011-08-25T16:45:00.000-05:002011-08-25T16:45:09.219-05:00Him and MeThis blog has fallen by the wayside. Truth be known, I've lost my desire. Not to mention there's a lack of time. My confidence in being open and honest is shaky. Basically making this blog pointless. I'll either delete it or make it private in time.<br />
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<div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The past few months have been <em>bittersweet </em>on so many levels. It seemed like it was one thing after the other. To be honest it was quite trying at times. But I (we) have been made <em>so</em> thankful that our <em>Father</em> knows and plans our way. And we've proven that <em>His</em> timing <em>is</em> perfect. Regardless of what <em>we</em> may think at the time. We've learned to trust more fully and deeply in <em>Him.</em></div><div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84mb80Fv6-aIqrMWFw_F9cpHnlUvVAuGGaqZTlj1acoB-SY7Auh6AlZ04tqd2szdhmjkPK1xaCvqP1Gt3ADf6V69hd1BA0Gv-jFhdJELwozQScAA7WhydqXTwLwX_uYzsny5V2T-xdOs/s1600/usontario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="271px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84mb80Fv6-aIqrMWFw_F9cpHnlUvVAuGGaqZTlj1acoB-SY7Auh6AlZ04tqd2szdhmjkPK1xaCvqP1Gt3ADf6V69hd1BA0Gv-jFhdJELwozQScAA7WhydqXTwLwX_uYzsny5V2T-xdOs/s400/usontario.jpg" width="400px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">My husband had some shows lined up in western NY. Because of the circumstances, it was very last minute he decided to commit to them. I was lucky to tag along. Naturally we missed our kids. But it was a <em>wonderfully, perfect, spur of the moment</em> getaway for us. Perfect timing.</div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-69961697925239351122011-04-09T13:12:00.000-05:002011-04-09T13:12:41.628-05:00Thankfulness<div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Photo credit goes to my <em>mil</em> Linda)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54_lyyREpvbitY9F59DSLEYwiGGsF-aUO00TEyuZVnzJUePjL7EmUXHi4d8n2WNElY4Y4AO7iaOntX2DqxpTP6yud6Qi-DlwxW7TEqIIRUz-Wu7SOFzGqKiaUuYWEeauRmOqcyUH18R4/s400/100_3485.jpg" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Without going into specific detail, there was a <em>very unexpected</em> event that took place in our lives. But that 'ol familiar saying "<em>All's well that ends well" </em>holds very true. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Everything is fine and back to normal today)</span> After the event and at times, even during, I had such an <em>overwhelming</em> thankfulness. For so, so many things. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">It saddens me that it often takes a good shaking/wake up call for things to be put back into perspective. But every day life has a way of making us calloused. The same 'ol routine, day after day. We take things for granted.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">There's no denying that the past few days have opened my eyes on so many levels. At the same time I've learned to appreciate things in ways I never have before. My heart is full of thankfulness.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So while today there's a <em>million and one</em> things I <em>should/could</em> be doing, I'm sitting back and savoring each moment with our little family. Soaking up so much more than the sunshine. After all, my <em>chores</em> will wait for me, as they always do. Cleaning and laundry are a never ending cycle. And thats fine. It's all part of life as a stay-at-home-mom.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But today that's all on the back burner. Today we're basking in thankfulness.</div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-42896502690156362011-01-30T06:00:00.004-06:002011-01-30T07:38:40.448-06:00Carolyn Rose<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy 6th Birthday Carolyn Rose!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjFpSLGAQ3bFjCZ-C40y0_XiAmFvpZh6717dgFqyWt_Bnoi33pErWIUEO3S531KsjdwCcJlNsOSc-o2ZNYuJB03Cp0_GmH90tWDv9movosDWubB38StLNGaPvdtfu5NC2-sjI5R0D1Ek/s1600/carose2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIjFpSLGAQ3bFjCZ-C40y0_XiAmFvpZh6717dgFqyWt_Bnoi33pErWIUEO3S531KsjdwCcJlNsOSc-o2ZNYuJB03Cp0_GmH90tWDv9movosDWubB38StLNGaPvdtfu5NC2-sjI5R0D1Ek/s400/carose2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://mommymomentswithfour.blogspot.com/2009/01/carolyns-story.html">Six short years ago today you were born.</a> Here you are.. 6 years old. So grown up. Such a great helper. A mother hen. The sweetest smile. Eager to learn. Some say you look just like me. Some say you look like Daddy's side. But no matter how you look at it, we're so lucky to have a daughter like you. Wishing you a birthday as fun and special as you are!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy 6th Birthday Carolyn Rose!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-91183819959476530272011-01-01T00:00:00.043-06:002011-01-01T00:00:04.786-06:00Happy New Year!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeWaKUrZzGHiv6mRAvkT7eZfDmvelFTkRbB-TKYvxocABYNvTebXuWq3bqLy73WpOT2pedj7UhnHifl_hsYffuxKZ8F8_PD9eh-wH7nO4HEUUQVS9lC44cC040vswy2-5O-3TPX6uceQ/s1600/New_Year2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBeWaKUrZzGHiv6mRAvkT7eZfDmvelFTkRbB-TKYvxocABYNvTebXuWq3bqLy73WpOT2pedj7UhnHifl_hsYffuxKZ8F8_PD9eh-wH7nO4HEUUQVS9lC44cC040vswy2-5O-3TPX6uceQ/s400/New_Year2011.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">(google image)</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">I'm always amazed at how fast the year flies by. And equally amazed at how much changes during each year. 2010 was a year we'll likely not forget anytime soon. But here's looking to all that 2011 hold for us!</div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Happy New Years!</span></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-50735558988173003252010-12-30T16:00:00.000-06:002010-12-30T16:00:43.977-06:002010<div style="text-align: center;">Some days were just down right rough. Tears and all.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxCB0077FqvCqRsfBPJEUQL29OedlqUGdFi9D06EnuAqaAzQbmorKmiuyALO-35wTCd3BY40kXwQZUNc1Gg6nP0stgBUSlJCw5t9h0OcEs9S2ztbfnoTHAw19XHysyLI7Zr-SLocLRoM/s1600/101_3162.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFxCB0077FqvCqRsfBPJEUQL29OedlqUGdFi9D06EnuAqaAzQbmorKmiuyALO-35wTCd3BY40kXwQZUNc1Gg6nP0stgBUSlJCw5t9h0OcEs9S2ztbfnoTHAw19XHysyLI7Zr-SLocLRoM/s1600/101_3162.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some times we just kicked up our feet and relaxed</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72-FsHwMYUcLIu5vEO0Ao27mo57jdz-hpqfTVPRg_45V1RGo1FOGH5xs1_tlqJ2kGTISS9nIgoaLvWhWZenbytQIQNbACHeu_oIeAM-heShyCF6hp4fdSXdGG8yiHz4_YrvDJKeB5O8g/s1600/101_0420.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi72-FsHwMYUcLIu5vEO0Ao27mo57jdz-hpqfTVPRg_45V1RGo1FOGH5xs1_tlqJ2kGTISS9nIgoaLvWhWZenbytQIQNbACHeu_oIeAM-heShyCF6hp4fdSXdGG8yiHz4_YrvDJKeB5O8g/s320/101_0420.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes we got our hands dirty.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5AEUJajc4xjIuTMeSnTXMVPP3JjjY3gvJ76A965t2co_nwBovzKBqDIFdohfZZuBkI7pTYZ6L6P09e3LmyPQs97e6Wi0EMnDik6eYY2KKprL1CpsplDlwKy0mijp2keXOeaDhIkzdTs/s1600/101_2016.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju5AEUJajc4xjIuTMeSnTXMVPP3JjjY3gvJ76A965t2co_nwBovzKBqDIFdohfZZuBkI7pTYZ6L6P09e3LmyPQs97e6Wi0EMnDik6eYY2KKprL1CpsplDlwKy0mijp2keXOeaDhIkzdTs/s320/101_2016.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We are <em>so</em> glad for family that stands by us- no matter what. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRPhbbLdUHTrSHSSdhBJvih_baItNbhAtbhWwi3IxvtGO-w7C8fYM8K8Lcb8sKhLLN6kwD03kVnnWWtQj_Q0VJF5xWWgWP63Z4XQI_9A2GoJ-at_G2wY5aNuH7xXuZmuTVUdFBiEBhqg/s1600/101_2670.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPRPhbbLdUHTrSHSSdhBJvih_baItNbhAtbhWwi3IxvtGO-w7C8fYM8K8Lcb8sKhLLN6kwD03kVnnWWtQj_Q0VJF5xWWgWP63Z4XQI_9A2GoJ-at_G2wY5aNuH7xXuZmuTVUdFBiEBhqg/s320/101_2670.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We're glad for <em>big</em> and <em>little </em>sisters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-DpNrvoXW_pQHmqwrbT275rcAXWnDkl6wVsFMU4j6j6FqTJ8qRN5T5sYs4p6mnCFOF15vXrviJBGLUtdZgUswQKG_qWUH4GrSg22XjJ9LLkqMWf8Ynj1izFIlb-arWdIWYZwJ0bas9o/s1600/2cowgirls.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-DpNrvoXW_pQHmqwrbT275rcAXWnDkl6wVsFMU4j6j6FqTJ8qRN5T5sYs4p6mnCFOF15vXrviJBGLUtdZgUswQKG_qWUH4GrSg22XjJ9LLkqMWf8Ynj1izFIlb-arWdIWYZwJ0bas9o/s320/2cowgirls.jpg" width="206" /></a></div>Glad for <em>big</em> brothers who <em>willingly</em> carry us when we can't take another step. <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">Somedays we just had to keep on pedaling. No matter what.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dSiOlu6Dpb3lkPdStfnF_suEk4sVwnMAFzaC88bpWEf-BtY0Z0OdzO740MhJP9hR4CZFg_9ifwpQTnYQOzbMuldRd2rq7ssAl1IH3xHwC7e2-a67cywHZJvrmorF0W9F_SP9f0Shgjs/s1600/101_3340.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dSiOlu6Dpb3lkPdStfnF_suEk4sVwnMAFzaC88bpWEf-BtY0Z0OdzO740MhJP9hR4CZFg_9ifwpQTnYQOzbMuldRd2rq7ssAl1IH3xHwC7e2-a67cywHZJvrmorF0W9F_SP9f0Shgjs/s320/101_3340.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;">We created memories as a family that we'll <em>never</em> forget.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpfqcvppKQCwaqUiS3K6J3N13ygDQxjn3tcPDXLnopAB8TPTXkJwPG49cGO5-95hxjRRFgDe2J4HJAQwui2qHqh7G4RpTfUakyXRA8wp5guPLpITMQgl37_erJG-6Xz4qF1cgBpizuoA/s1600/101_1900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizpfqcvppKQCwaqUiS3K6J3N13ygDQxjn3tcPDXLnopAB8TPTXkJwPG49cGO5-95hxjRRFgDe2J4HJAQwui2qHqh7G4RpTfUakyXRA8wp5guPLpITMQgl37_erJG-6Xz4qF1cgBpizuoA/s320/101_1900.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>There was lots of smiles, laughter and giggles in 2010.<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIdQZHUV9-aHaU_QlKC3xecFJ16P1wYu-P6-ZOwvSlKyTq24qDW8o7opI6QKjAFBQpec7BvdYhkezX4xngUQTNSs-TwEv_vXA05mHX_NVWwtd3J2-znYox99DAgOjnoB3WkIWJDVrybA/s1600/101_3192.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuIdQZHUV9-aHaU_QlKC3xecFJ16P1wYu-P6-ZOwvSlKyTq24qDW8o7opI6QKjAFBQpec7BvdYhkezX4xngUQTNSs-TwEv_vXA05mHX_NVWwtd3J2-znYox99DAgOjnoB3WkIWJDVrybA/s320/101_3192.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were reminded just <em>how lucky</em> we are to have a Daddy like him. By far the strongest man we'll ever know.. physically, emotionally, spiritually, mentally.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvulWpKzKH0pL4nuSSe_6UQW7wUUlSIBAXx7askJXY2rYcnA0Xn_kBPOz5GhwKFF7g3pJIES__aTm-aTRxWSg2bcqn5dF6qXJfekD2Us3E0fp9AsqVRPPmuU40wPxtjqqw7eH6Qsn7Ao4/s1600/100_3002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvulWpKzKH0pL4nuSSe_6UQW7wUUlSIBAXx7askJXY2rYcnA0Xn_kBPOz5GhwKFF7g3pJIES__aTm-aTRxWSg2bcqn5dF6qXJfekD2Us3E0fp9AsqVRPPmuU40wPxtjqqw7eH6Qsn7Ao4/s320/100_3002.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We spent alot of time driving. In the van. (And driving Mom nuts)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTxLaFRubfSQ_K8TRQOIMM8j_kg9mzq6wxoWh-3jPus7kL-F5INqtFu3xZOBNmPNLq00FFD0yoNhHITkXcrKhJ3i-egh6foZhHY1egGpBJOm8AI6LbzPlAyJvz2ICntp6LH4cfYSK7_Q/s1600/101_1986.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwTxLaFRubfSQ_K8TRQOIMM8j_kg9mzq6wxoWh-3jPus7kL-F5INqtFu3xZOBNmPNLq00FFD0yoNhHITkXcrKhJ3i-egh6foZhHY1egGpBJOm8AI6LbzPlAyJvz2ICntp6LH4cfYSK7_Q/s320/101_1986.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Somedays we did more goofing around than anything else.<br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5y9XuOCNvPUGqcRtEi_Xnu128eXhyPoZqCxSbqZ0yOR7VUz5ZePXwr3E4m0qHjfmfc3LxyhMofVMtiszfzxs0CR25ErLosA_FPRK4fRo2-DJHUV9uX7P-41NnhqYWXJkGhblzEE38uyA/s1600/P1020960.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5y9XuOCNvPUGqcRtEi_Xnu128eXhyPoZqCxSbqZ0yOR7VUz5ZePXwr3E4m0qHjfmfc3LxyhMofVMtiszfzxs0CR25ErLosA_FPRK4fRo2-DJHUV9uX7P-41NnhqYWXJkGhblzEE38uyA/s320/P1020960.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">2010 has flown by. But not without leaving us with many memories. It's been a year unlike any other.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Yet we're thankful for<em> all</em> it brought.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1oOJPGlXBiyNOIPgbw9kgDJjTIsLo7RCz1VStMKTB-l9iuYA654V0S-vq9X0MzjIN0O_CIyHfBraIjsIVnBPWltOyuC0PvtElls65k9Y05HpjHBAeSpgDsAQbMJtv3I66F3U9A26Y5Y/s1600/101_3235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1oOJPGlXBiyNOIPgbw9kgDJjTIsLo7RCz1VStMKTB-l9iuYA654V0S-vq9X0MzjIN0O_CIyHfBraIjsIVnBPWltOyuC0PvtElls65k9Y05HpjHBAeSpgDsAQbMJtv3I66F3U9A26Y5Y/s320/101_3235.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Here's looking to 2011! </div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-84895260472151693672010-12-15T14:32:00.000-06:002010-12-15T14:32:26.321-06:00Advice(I got this as an email and wanted to share it with you. <em>Some</em> of the things I already do. <em>Most </em>are things I need to work on. <em>Desperately need to work on. </em>) Enjoy!<br />
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1. Pray <br />
2. Go to bed on time. <br />
3. Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed. <br />
4. Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your mental health. <br />
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5. Delegate tasks to capable others. <br />
6. Simplify and unclutter your life. <br />
7. Less is more. (Although one is often not enough, two a re often too many.) <br />
8. Allow extra time to do things and to get to places. <br />
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9. Pace yourself. Spread out big changes and difficult projects over time; don't lump the hard things all together. <br />
10. Take one day at a time. <br />
11. Separate worries from concerns . If a situation is a concern, find out what God would have you do and let go of the anxiety. If you can't do anything about a situation, forget it. <br />
12. Live within your budget; don't use credit cards for ordinary purchases. <br />
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13. Have backups; an extra car key in your wallet, an extra house key buried in the garden, extra stamps, etc. <br />
14. K.M.S. (Keep Mouth Shut). This single piece of advice can prevent an enormous amount of trouble. <br />
15. Do something for the Kid in You everyday. <br />
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16. Carry an inspirational book and/or the Bible with you to read while waiting in line. <br />
17. Get enough rest. <br />
18. Eat right. <br />
19 Get organized so everything has its place. <br />
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20. Listen to a tape while driving that can help improve your quality of life. <br />
21. Write down thoughts and inspirations. <br />
22. Every day, find time to be alone. <br />
23. Having problems? Talk to God on the spot. Try to nip small problems in the bud. Don't wait until it's time to go to bed to try and pray. <br />
24. Make friends with godly people. <br />
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25. Keep a folder of favorite scriptures on hand. <br />
26. Remember that the shortest bridge between despair and hope is often a good 'Thank you Jesus.' <br />
27. Laugh. <br />
28. Laugh some more! <br />
29. Take your work seriously, but not yourself at all. <br />
30. Develop a forgiving attitude (most people are doing the best they can).. <br />
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31. Be kind to unkind people (they probably need it the most). <br />
32. Sit on your ego. <br />
33 Talk less; listen more. <br />
34. Slow down. <br />
35. Remind yourself that you are not the general manager of the universe. <br />
36 Every night before bed, think of one thing you're grateful for that you've never been grateful for before.Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-63314427727041369582010-12-02T14:01:00.000-06:002010-12-02T14:01:40.788-06:00Perfection<em><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Being happy doesn't mean everything is perfect. It means you've decided to look beyond the imperfections."</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">**Stolen from Facebook. Original **</span></em><br />
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<em>I will be the 1st to admit that I am not perfect. Not by a long shot. Neither is our life perfect. But then again. I believe that no human being can be or is capable of perfection. Only our Saviour is perfect, and so very thankful for that reassurance. </em><br />
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<em>I also will be the 1st to admit that this past year hasn't been the easiest. But at the same time, it's been one of the happiest time/years for me/us. Confusing I know, but it's the truth. Living in 2 different places over 850 miles apart isn't exactly ideal or easy with 4 lil kids. Saying goodbye to family when we have to return is... very hard. Growing up we often had 2 choices in a matter: "Take it or leave it." Since this IS our life at the moment, we deal with what is on our plate. And make the most of it.</em><br />
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<em>Because of certain sacrifices we've had to make, we've been given so much more in return than we could ever imagine was our portion. This whole 'experience' has been a very good lesson for me. I've learned to realize what is truly important. I've learned (and this is quite hard for me) to disregard things that don't and never will matter. I look at things in a whole new light. I focus on what I DO have, rather than on things I DON'T have. But more importantly, I've learned that being happy is much more important than having things perfect and/or perfection. I'm so thankful that I truly am happy. Even if things aren't perfect.</em><br />
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**I'm not sure what will happen with this blog. I know awhile back I said I was deleting it, but<strike> I just made it private instead</strike> just put it <em>on hold</em>. Most likely any readers have moved on to better and greater places. But there are things I'd like to write about, get off my chest.. so who knows what will happen. :)Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-45157439501870765012010-06-16T22:30:00.001-05:002010-12-02T14:15:29.925-06:0052 of 52<center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div></div><div align="center">**********************************<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I did it!! 52 weeks!!</span><br />
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Last week we made a quick<em> </em>trip <em>home (WI)</em>. During our short time there, we celebrated <em>almost</em> every June event. One of them being my (early) <em>30th bday (June 29) </em>and our <em>8th anniversary (June 15). </em>My sis-in-laws and mother-in-law <em>surprised</em> me with a little party.. just us girls and the kiddos.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;"></div></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2keEAx5ElQVLAiH2IY39ctHc1gg5h-TqIvId_EnzRp0NcawEj41fqXWyhjk2J8og9EsVXiJsbTmJ-evdIvOEHokoOJNrhChDAorAZAnvQ8OvRuK6OVPM0KnCryahqR2xpGbNUsVn1jw/s1600/101_2082.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy2keEAx5ElQVLAiH2IY39ctHc1gg5h-TqIvId_EnzRp0NcawEj41fqXWyhjk2J8og9EsVXiJsbTmJ-evdIvOEHokoOJNrhChDAorAZAnvQ8OvRuK6OVPM0KnCryahqR2xpGbNUsVn1jw/s400/101_2082.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xuElL7xIMBT9tMapViKyLGc_QJd0AJis11fxo1vpjMhQZsMpQVXZqW6dv1qUnAC9nzq5Y6XFJ57eHMTmG4rKVIgoqNYDx-0w-wkFYOPq493zW_kGpVSRoCwY9a86hwbxYlJxeHSyii4/s1600/8anniv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="383" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4xuElL7xIMBT9tMapViKyLGc_QJd0AJis11fxo1vpjMhQZsMpQVXZqW6dv1qUnAC9nzq5Y6XFJ57eHMTmG4rKVIgoqNYDx-0w-wkFYOPq493zW_kGpVSRoCwY9a86hwbxYlJxeHSyii4/s400/8anniv.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>As I mentioned last week, this will be my <strong><em><span style="font-size: large;">last</span></em> </strong>post on this blog. I'm <strong>not</strong> giving up blogging, just condensing. I'll keep blogging from our <em>family</em> blog. <a href="http://www.2cowboysand2ponytails.blogspot.com/">http://www.2cowboysand2ponytails.blogspot.com/</a> So, if you wish, please add that to your blogroll, reader or follow it. I'll start the <em>Shoot Me!</em> challenge.. shortly (hopefully)<br />
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A special thanks to Carin for starting this <em>challenge</em>. It hasn't always been easy, but well worth it. Not to mention the numerous <em>friends</em> I've gotten to know because of this <em>challenge</em>. Looking forward to another year of Mom in the pics!Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-85832605775720618702010-06-15T06:00:00.005-05:002010-06-15T06:00:03.309-05:008 years ago today...<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuFuiVfebbiDvvQMBKtKoavncO6Zfe-UwvgPrYvPhpjMmpVTUHeZVl4p89b8s5p4Of1nZWl_xC7uRPYkqNkblgtDWjVWUemgaoP1P9PhB2V7zTDNMQCtdCiwz0jlzuXG-lU5TvxU6lA0/s1600/CCF06122010_00000.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMuFuiVfebbiDvvQMBKtKoavncO6Zfe-UwvgPrYvPhpjMmpVTUHeZVl4p89b8s5p4Of1nZWl_xC7uRPYkqNkblgtDWjVWUemgaoP1P9PhB2V7zTDNMQCtdCiwz0jlzuXG-lU5TvxU6lA0/s640/CCF06122010_00000.jpg" width="492" /></a></div><span style="font-size: large;">I Love You!</span></div><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecWwKDpaSVE&hl=en_US&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ecWwKDpaSVE&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-8213492406847880292010-06-10T05:59:00.000-05:002010-06-10T05:59:22.768-05:0051 of 52<center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div></div><div align="center">**********************************<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Daddy bought a semi.. so we made a <em>flying</em> trip to bring it home.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkM80n7YsvWKZyD3k-B0S9Aj1vlHCF87xUYTkUIMP7Q39EJgIofHpiw4jWWyLOb2rVOy2WP19TQ8vUWYdjlCnc8lyCwDYdn_n7nc-XQL3NPJUetW-EYdVuIh__tICDHy2Q2j8s75IgUSI/s1600/101_1967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkM80n7YsvWKZyD3k-B0S9Aj1vlHCF87xUYTkUIMP7Q39EJgIofHpiw4jWWyLOb2rVOy2WP19TQ8vUWYdjlCnc8lyCwDYdn_n7nc-XQL3NPJUetW-EYdVuIh__tICDHy2Q2j8s75IgUSI/s400/101_1967.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">2 rode with me...2 rode with Daddy (in the <em>semi</em>)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 78%;">And I know <em>someone</em> will ask this, so ...'Yes... there was 2 seatbelts for the kids in the semi, and Yes, it was legal) :)</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQl3dRUBDosekCl99hT81M-sKKPEsPWZHeXH40nadtndyoaY_kt8jYVf7So82VZpFlcsGofH9xvOmM14RrdpnEIr2tHvnBkhqOaVsMTlXr-NV6BbX92TnS1v6InQpE2SiF5X4wr0bnRg/s1600/101_1979.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQl3dRUBDosekCl99hT81M-sKKPEsPWZHeXH40nadtndyoaY_kt8jYVf7So82VZpFlcsGofH9xvOmM14RrdpnEIr2tHvnBkhqOaVsMTlXr-NV6BbX92TnS1v6InQpE2SiF5X4wr0bnRg/s320/101_1979.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Of course...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4NzjfiDLfS6CHpgyilCcZ0ldpK5L6DJB0XKMxDM-nZXMVINlFChszJBVMGV_Sj5f2sAAj19F8f4wyLObytxIHy79FmZSJMdZBvjRxsf6zmWlaZUMJywwVAFAKqMSxVXzOtziHwd0vaQ/s1600/101_1989.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO4NzjfiDLfS6CHpgyilCcZ0ldpK5L6DJB0XKMxDM-nZXMVINlFChszJBVMGV_Sj5f2sAAj19F8f4wyLObytxIHy79FmZSJMdZBvjRxsf6zmWlaZUMJywwVAFAKqMSxVXzOtziHwd0vaQ/s320/101_1989.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">every time...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoy9f4k5DMlWrVwn71CJaDY4_Ut8c83IehyphenhyphenlUPqJGPntguOwXrci_GkF2rSSD9EQ5N52aVaw0lSFp_X1p8Aj3PZn8fAyp6FZzgGdwGkAXd0pXhFo25WP5PLz2wib2ukDcVWxs-zKfkmk/s1600/101_1991.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoy9f4k5DMlWrVwn71CJaDY4_Ut8c83IehyphenhyphenlUPqJGPntguOwXrci_GkF2rSSD9EQ5N52aVaw0lSFp_X1p8Aj3PZn8fAyp6FZzgGdwGkAXd0pXhFo25WP5PLz2wib2ukDcVWxs-zKfkmk/s320/101_1991.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">we had to make a stop...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxRxruLeYHpoY-Oq-esbcJN1tquUs43eQZ-kkXJ6YhECBkySppzEFPI2-xSN6XyL5fj2Id78kdO_og-qoR4dokNQq9_WjqrkyPDJa4r1G9zIEe9K0su5oANyE_-9QVLy6VBwBm_1iSxg/s1600/101_1985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKxRxruLeYHpoY-Oq-esbcJN1tquUs43eQZ-kkXJ6YhECBkySppzEFPI2-xSN6XyL5fj2Id78kdO_og-qoR4dokNQq9_WjqrkyPDJa4r1G9zIEe9K0su5oANyE_-9QVLy6VBwBm_1iSxg/s320/101_1985.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">we <em>had</em> to switch kids.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVet1giOtxdLGi9tCXjwgxMS6nvsGtz3E0JncvCgohdsrVzX4GGWRh6GBaFE-dUi_NqUCg4eVgnGMCsFlTIIINfvxV3zPa88m-BCBPSKDAX-tplvVRMWKq1Lzoj_FnTSvJ-fpyQbq_5E/s1600/101_1994.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyVet1giOtxdLGi9tCXjwgxMS6nvsGtz3E0JncvCgohdsrVzX4GGWRh6GBaFE-dUi_NqUCg4eVgnGMCsFlTIIINfvxV3zPa88m-BCBPSKDAX-tplvVRMWKq1Lzoj_FnTSvJ-fpyQbq_5E/s320/101_1994.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>**Also.. next week's post on Thursday (52/52) will be my <em>last</em> post on this blog. I'll keep blogging... from our </strong><a href="http://www.2cowboysand2ponytails.blogspot.com/"><strong>family blog</strong></a><strong> .</strong> There's just too much going on right now, that I cannot justify the time spent on keeping 2 blogs up (not that I do a very good job, but..) I hope to continue on with the "Shoot Me" challenge, so feel free to follow our <a href="http://www.2cowboysand2ponytails.blogspot.com/">family blog</a>, and add it to your blogroll, if you so desire.</span></div></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-56105090663096986402010-06-03T08:17:00.000-05:002010-06-03T08:17:51.073-05:0050 of 52<center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div></div><div align="center">********************************** <br />
I'm <em>kinda</em> cheating this week. But it's been <em>one-of-those-weeks...again.</em> But, these are <em>new-never-seen-before pictures. </em>Just not new from <em>this week, so it's all good...right?! :)</em><br />
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So often I wish I was back here. My toes in the sand. Waves crashing. Kids <em>happily </em>playing and screeching in the waves. My best friend right beside me. But all good things must come to an end. Or do they? <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFYFn0rxOJp0FuBEwwMXgAdzo0cmHbAMdKHlmd9XnooDeRxXlYnpQqZFvi0tFJQ2QjzIPQkE6j1yVwtU1wa2JxkezRagY6nkG0WmbC2Yu8Z69AotpmB-Os6la_8Oa-dn7v994PqlN2uE/s1600/101_1816.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFYFn0rxOJp0FuBEwwMXgAdzo0cmHbAMdKHlmd9XnooDeRxXlYnpQqZFvi0tFJQ2QjzIPQkE6j1yVwtU1wa2JxkezRagY6nkG0WmbC2Yu8Z69AotpmB-Os6la_8Oa-dn7v994PqlN2uE/s400/101_1816.JPG" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">While we may not be at the beach anymore, we can have our toes in the <strike>sand</strike> dirt/grass. The waves will be crashing on the <strike>shore</strike> grass. The kids will (hopefully) be <em>happily</em> playing and screeching in the waves in <strike>the ocean</strike> our lil pool. And my best friend will be right there beside me.. after work. So, it's all good!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRGxWZWdXGiP-hEBdPfDSJhdbsJHNx8LRt3vOCnCSapBXfTw2LKLtOtfwfDCPUrH0FbZXh303FcR6OED1RMAF_PG5UL6ERoJZ6rOKEK2RAM_Vzq3XKOgUPKWxhqKmtCjOIMXCe6eUeaY/s1600/101_1815.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRGxWZWdXGiP-hEBdPfDSJhdbsJHNx8LRt3vOCnCSapBXfTw2LKLtOtfwfDCPUrH0FbZXh303FcR6OED1RMAF_PG5UL6ERoJZ6rOKEK2RAM_Vzq3XKOgUPKWxhqKmtCjOIMXCe6eUeaY/s320/101_1815.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's all about making the <em>best</em> with what you have.</div></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-81068302910758137422010-06-01T12:20:00.000-05:002010-06-01T12:26:37.670-05:00Moments<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">"Enjoy the little things. For one day you may look back and realize they were the big things"</span> <em>Unknown</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uspnKtJu2IXGESQSv9mAi5Q05h2Atsiv2AO42n9tRZ_aaLQ-IyJbbUWdWT5H_yxTbLvNd6d2hmKH3KTO8OwdMo4-nARBYoaNAIloDZ9CTw2rLQiQVZG_T99zzdE2imSYh0-cCh1Ek7w/s1600/101_1904_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-uspnKtJu2IXGESQSv9mAi5Q05h2Atsiv2AO42n9tRZ_aaLQ-IyJbbUWdWT5H_yxTbLvNd6d2hmKH3KTO8OwdMo4-nARBYoaNAIloDZ9CTw2rLQiQVZG_T99zzdE2imSYh0-cCh1Ek7w/s640/101_1904_0001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-3299184941126868542010-05-27T06:00:00.029-05:002010-05-27T06:00:08.512-05:0049 of 52<center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div></div><div align="center">********************************** <br />
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This past Friday thru Monday, we spent down in Panama City Beach, FL. The <em>first time</em> for the kids and I to see the <em>ocean. And naturally, we LOVED it!!</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0QARh_EqTtYAZ9YKR5fQGYigKZPqHFImlvqxw3cv3N9PMOz3qx2qCconNGVv4izxIQwijhyphenhyphenhsw4L2gHPT9xquNRjz5Q7JplUr-7j4vNUTk-IwW1CJgNZXcUq_tO3EjUb_e5i5JzZVm0/s1600/101_1861.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0QARh_EqTtYAZ9YKR5fQGYigKZPqHFImlvqxw3cv3N9PMOz3qx2qCconNGVv4izxIQwijhyphenhyphenhsw4L2gHPT9xquNRjz5Q7JplUr-7j4vNUTk-IwW1CJgNZXcUq_tO3EjUb_e5i5JzZVm0/s320/101_1861.JPG" /></a></div>I lost track of how many times we <em>ran into the ocean... jumping over waves...jumped into waves...splashing... swimming...</em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQcaISbCwXvhyK8S33qp6HiZxolumvbkm09WnNIJVPObY3laNljNYwVNoG16YsKUt02qyrN8wDMMVZOEFoljvW0bg1sqpzWHnodzdmm0jHntfTxL7nM3xrqPfWl0PpRbIVUxco78tu3E/s1600/101_1778.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAQcaISbCwXvhyK8S33qp6HiZxolumvbkm09WnNIJVPObY3laNljNYwVNoG16YsKUt02qyrN8wDMMVZOEFoljvW0bg1sqpzWHnodzdmm0jHntfTxL7nM3xrqPfWl0PpRbIVUxco78tu3E/s320/101_1778.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We spent <em>alot</em> of time just letting the waves wash over us</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBmIgqw0yNuxE64GbeGvHv8s9CsaLc4zSbOwnXmFxc2Rnb0EfzjMFhYgAFr3sA90SZpUXSD7zW9kAI9bVJQabaByKFX5tsc2N4IWRbNfbSg0uuV3atwu2NMphyzOP2w-6Ei9hhdoSy38/s1600/101_1800.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLBmIgqw0yNuxE64GbeGvHv8s9CsaLc4zSbOwnXmFxc2Rnb0EfzjMFhYgAFr3sA90SZpUXSD7zW9kAI9bVJQabaByKFX5tsc2N4IWRbNfbSg0uuV3atwu2NMphyzOP2w-6Ei9hhdoSy38/s320/101_1800.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The kids were like <em>fish.</em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYfExNxqGzrgka2RXwdTMd_wM03SQL65A166q9Q8M3-pss6w0OuVX9beYN4fPakIWq2gEVc6lT3w55_6upMjWVgnzvMZEBLVL7XxLGYfvqbTibWQAWJ244UH_wQcDK864OYGEBK2VUys/s1600/101_1827.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRYfExNxqGzrgka2RXwdTMd_wM03SQL65A166q9Q8M3-pss6w0OuVX9beYN4fPakIWq2gEVc6lT3w55_6upMjWVgnzvMZEBLVL7XxLGYfvqbTibWQAWJ244UH_wQcDK864OYGEBK2VUys/s320/101_1827.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And we can't wait to go back again!!</div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-80944895570152116872010-05-25T18:35:00.000-05:002010-05-25T18:35:42.833-05:00Long, Wonderful, Wave-filled Weekend<div align="center">Thank goodness I've gotten used to <em>spur-of-the-moment</em> plans. Within an hour, me and the kids were packed up, loaded in the van and ready to go with Daddy. (He was asked to judge a Talent Show in Panama City, FL over the wk end). It was the <em>first</em> time the kids and I have ever <em>seen</em> the ocean. To say we had a <em>blast</em> is a huge understatment. Within minutes of leaving, the kids were asking to go back again. And I'm sure we will. It's <em>only</em> about 8 hours to get to the beach from down here. (I say <em><strong>only</strong> 8 hours</em> because from TN back home is <em>15ish hours..</em><em>)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvtDBi-jhozr6gxRG0ydQ-a24D3KAUyE8h2g70MyQ3bTtuaGKbJL_TT3mv7VopQgYeZHvyHN7mvwf2MkGgunh7Mz83wKtpdIE-LRneGJW7knYrzH79VsHRG6DzWJCbfiyZBC2sYFZdyM/s1600/101_1900_0001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" gu="true" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghvtDBi-jhozr6gxRG0ydQ-a24D3KAUyE8h2g70MyQ3bTtuaGKbJL_TT3mv7VopQgYeZHvyHN7mvwf2MkGgunh7Mz83wKtpdIE-LRneGJW7knYrzH79VsHRG6DzWJCbfiyZBC2sYFZdyM/s640/101_1900_0001.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I snapped <em>oodles</em> of pictures (that I'll share when I have more time). We're not likely to forget this experience, but we'll have plenty of pictures to refresh our memory if we do<em>. </em>We spent the night right on the beach... just open our patio door and the beach was within steps. For some <em>odd</em> reason, Mom is exhausted tonight. But just say the word, and I could be ready to go back to the beach with 4 kids in under an hour! :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll share my favorite pics from the entire trip. I have a couple shots of this pose, all simliar. Once I figure out which shot is my <em>favoritest favorite</em>, it'll be hanging on our wall. (They sat like this for awhile, just letting the waves roll up on them). <em>{sigh...happy, long, wave filled weekend}</em></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-74747607033775194542010-05-20T06:00:00.021-05:002010-05-20T06:00:05.989-05:0048 of 52<center style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div></div><div align="center">********************************** </div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">This week has been <em>one-of-those-weeks.</em> Just a <em>busy, eventful, full, non-stop</em> week. One of those weeks, if someone were to say: <em><span style="font-size: large;">Oh! You're <strong>JUST</strong> a stay-at-home Mom..</span> I may have popped them on the head! :) </em><br />
<em></em></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Just a <em>typical</em> scene at our house...when John is napping</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xDCwSvozLwR7MzfoTS1KF7E9cZumOeFwuCv6XlKEi_YISbMOEa2hq0ImPfEaKA1-nviaQih9Ng_d5zowHC3Qe9wvI-d42ZpYSAQNR2aNHsNTHB3P-nQi9EKvA1Y_Q0ygk5PuZQ8vkk8/s1600/101_1704.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2xDCwSvozLwR7MzfoTS1KF7E9cZumOeFwuCv6XlKEi_YISbMOEa2hq0ImPfEaKA1-nviaQih9Ng_d5zowHC3Qe9wvI-d42ZpYSAQNR2aNHsNTHB3P-nQi9EKvA1Y_Q0ygk5PuZQ8vkk8/s640/101_1704.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><em></em><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em>hair all over the place, matching t-shirts, table covered with ... who really knows what, don't even look at what's on the floor, Benji goofing around, finger prints all over the mirror....but we just smile and make the most of it :)</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlEDQgGTzUsajWpcivz8cy0wZsrjNQP3T4TQFkhw1djyA5AyQ8mUpgM5oKOXEJ64ZWWZhjRqeCkIZbiYarUej65HgxFr7fAX0J6XCxH2tDnP4c-hDZlQbGDr7uiPHfKhyxBwrw9Ywm9g/s1600/101_1710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWlEDQgGTzUsajWpcivz8cy0wZsrjNQP3T4TQFkhw1djyA5AyQ8mUpgM5oKOXEJ64ZWWZhjRqeCkIZbiYarUej65HgxFr7fAX0J6XCxH2tDnP4c-hDZlQbGDr7uiPHfKhyxBwrw9Ywm9g/s400/101_1710.JPG" width="400" wt="true" /></a></div>You know.. just your average-house-with-four-kids-kinda-day .... </div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-21531131961120896852010-05-19T12:30:00.000-05:002010-05-19T12:30:20.766-05:00simple.sunshine.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;">{These pictures don't even come <em>close</em> to capturing the moment, but you <em>gotta</em> look at 'em anyways!}</span> </div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center">The other evening we had dark clouds roll over. <em>no thunder. no lightening. </em>Just a gentle rain. For the longest time, the <em>sun</em> was shining between the clouds. As a gentle rain, almost a mist was coming down.</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3aAo08PgOcxNatD2pcCQRGtQxfMSlkNnLNPsdxwEneaiVOK2JhGXxZ6Aly_5eIc4-QmGfl8cnkdjWYEyPht6YX_1zMa5IGdwdT8VpGZVvTHTcz2INLFRVPsGXhezPi6iE3x8WhXIf1M/s1600/101_1628.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3aAo08PgOcxNatD2pcCQRGtQxfMSlkNnLNPsdxwEneaiVOK2JhGXxZ6Aly_5eIc4-QmGfl8cnkdjWYEyPht6YX_1zMa5IGdwdT8VpGZVvTHTcz2INLFRVPsGXhezPi6iE3x8WhXIf1M/s640/101_1628.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I sat on the porch swing watching, until I couldn't handle it any more. I sat the camera down, called the kids outside and we <em><strike>danced</strike> played in the rain.</em></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZuqO29ohXrT-yEvK4ob60cOSyd41hNtVpoManlDgXwe5B_VkVu_djhwpGCMvvTv97hmkw8YAdQFzZiDmElTNGawPyltadVamER1ONqp_xRJ91WxRBKF_GsP4F-Z8_eqQxdrg_jJfyEw/s1600/101_1630.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ZuqO29ohXrT-yEvK4ob60cOSyd41hNtVpoManlDgXwe5B_VkVu_djhwpGCMvvTv97hmkw8YAdQFzZiDmElTNGawPyltadVamER1ONqp_xRJ91WxRBKF_GsP4F-Z8_eqQxdrg_jJfyEw/s640/101_1630.JPG" width="640" wt="true" /></a></div>I've been <em>thankful</em> for <em>little </em>burst of sunshines that have brightened up days that were just<em>...grey.</em> Whether its <em>small</em> or <em>big</em> things. Something that brings a <em>smile to your face, a skip to your step, gives you the little boost you've been needing.... like a hug from your kids, unexpected compliment from a stranger, or maybe, even perhaps a phone call from your bestest friend! It's the little, sweet, simple things that make me happy!</em>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-37301818233065489792010-05-13T06:00:00.002-05:002010-05-13T06:00:07.157-05:0047 of 52<center><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div><div align="center">********************************** </div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">Mothers Day 2010</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Picked with <em>love</em> from the front yard.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjGxwcMcqCpByX7h_IBFZzG_ynT1-Z8UfgRxLzl_mTMTVajJpORPWvhbZkN1yA80ydfq6ykPLiwCKEnx1pxanh9Y0ijsDu9dDUvzeKGxTqil_UvCz4NU0euVxYZNzeHkdndC0KztSAoE/s1600/101_1567.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimjGxwcMcqCpByX7h_IBFZzG_ynT1-Z8UfgRxLzl_mTMTVajJpORPWvhbZkN1yA80ydfq6ykPLiwCKEnx1pxanh9Y0ijsDu9dDUvzeKGxTqil_UvCz4NU0euVxYZNzeHkdndC0KztSAoE/s400/101_1567.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRaiX8CgmylaVE1F7rb-IUgGcyeIeZ5wO76-NfnEon5To3H1XSFg-C9DGgg_6aURtO9rKT_YTpcGWoKqxNYW1GgySmLEwxRIc2BG4WE5mjs-7S94R5wfzH2i11B1NIdfH2YoSoKeYqdM/s1600/101_1585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnRaiX8CgmylaVE1F7rb-IUgGcyeIeZ5wO76-NfnEon5To3H1XSFg-C9DGgg_6aURtO9rKT_YTpcGWoKqxNYW1GgySmLEwxRIc2BG4WE5mjs-7S94R5wfzH2i11B1NIdfH2YoSoKeYqdM/s640/101_1585.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strike>Daddy cooked lunch</strike> We ate out.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WaP2dkC9ywUcUT6-u89NpW3UD1C3ePhyGNI-lbUVh9bHYRKDT8_ySBB5nrzyzh1pTJNW_kXwU5c_MKJWQr6SPfW2vi9ix55p3RmGva-81YVGz9f45lyTCgMOB5gs6d8uIqHG1v1b6-U/s1600/101_1545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9WaP2dkC9ywUcUT6-u89NpW3UD1C3ePhyGNI-lbUVh9bHYRKDT8_ySBB5nrzyzh1pTJNW_kXwU5c_MKJWQr6SPfW2vi9ix55p3RmGva-81YVGz9f45lyTCgMOB5gs6d8uIqHG1v1b6-U/s320/101_1545.JPG" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strike>Tea</strike> Lemonade Party</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3VF7kwgyqUTmJm4_dtG3hwUfmxc4B8WH0voNzPQbNKjfAjMTf8io2ud3jXDzvd1pe9mDH8i8ulaeygQkqthbiPrqMhkcYZ99b1bdUj5w7_zvSJde6GaMlJ7OXjeqtiTm4WANQb4LBl8/s1600/101_1547.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS3VF7kwgyqUTmJm4_dtG3hwUfmxc4B8WH0voNzPQbNKjfAjMTf8io2ud3jXDzvd1pe9mDH8i8ulaeygQkqthbiPrqMhkcYZ99b1bdUj5w7_zvSJde6GaMlJ7OXjeqtiTm4WANQb4LBl8/s400/101_1547.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Supper on the deck</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5mB4Ojhu-fKAqWXnjPtQkYaEEXWyGdYo1DdTFF2z6wWNbI4X8DlSNtNGyBqkU88lcZKVkn7_TpWPblfXepnfY6ss4_wrjIEutH9dMIO6HA__k68UBlACnDVz07_wRX8SLfaLHB1J200/s1600/101_1566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv5mB4Ojhu-fKAqWXnjPtQkYaEEXWyGdYo1DdTFF2z6wWNbI4X8DlSNtNGyBqkU88lcZKVkn7_TpWPblfXepnfY6ss4_wrjIEutH9dMIO6HA__k68UBlACnDVz07_wRX8SLfaLHB1J200/s400/101_1566.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Blurry pic #2 of 5 Daddy took :) But I'm not likely to <em>forget</em> this Mother's Day. It was the 1st time we celebrating the <em>holiday. Alone. Down south. Both of our Mothers were 800+ miles away.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWYDX6rj3zuAD62bSn0n8QwRKJyuTZOLJZX2YIolVvN81EfAt_yskng8K_LLolxdEuo7wc4BEXkYfNoNnGkt-b-_VDNLcCWtD5aakCE6Q2d1PZUjuenUAZap05zU2rr28Yn_bEWP0HTo/s1600/101_1582.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWYDX6rj3zuAD62bSn0n8QwRKJyuTZOLJZX2YIolVvN81EfAt_yskng8K_LLolxdEuo7wc4BEXkYfNoNnGkt-b-_VDNLcCWtD5aakCE6Q2d1PZUjuenUAZap05zU2rr28Yn_bEWP0HTo/s640/101_1582.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Soaking up the sun .... </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3U_0Zmj24fvH2wxn7hRoKEvtgb1YR69_nf1nfN-wobPyzkQh3YOIHZeV-QgSlJAf5v_NAJ6yn2IzP6-97nlYzY9zl1ycqW4pYCfhyphenhyphenkQ7MEkOFdFn7TPov21KnRUKUJ8RPdhlyJWhhNLw/s1600/101_1553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3U_0Zmj24fvH2wxn7hRoKEvtgb1YR69_nf1nfN-wobPyzkQh3YOIHZeV-QgSlJAf5v_NAJ6yn2IzP6-97nlYzY9zl1ycqW4pYCfhyphenhyphenkQ7MEkOFdFn7TPov21KnRUKUJ8RPdhlyJWhhNLw/s320/101_1553.JPG" tt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and <em>snuggles.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmjb_CRdBBvTp_D0pp1uC-QSZGysi6hJx2VHhnqQJAt8NRbJlUkFQ6NpFUvxkmWNYwA-jAI4ytYsCYgvs9j5-ELFTa3eczplSuhkANUcyljTVXw4-y_18mvtOdmAjxxZ7gWHd8DBFZbM/s1600/101_1550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPmjb_CRdBBvTp_D0pp1uC-QSZGysi6hJx2VHhnqQJAt8NRbJlUkFQ6NpFUvxkmWNYwA-jAI4ytYsCYgvs9j5-ELFTa3eczplSuhkANUcyljTVXw4-y_18mvtOdmAjxxZ7gWHd8DBFZbM/s400/101_1550.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-58201649332259939742010-05-11T16:34:00.001-05:002010-05-11T20:57:23.370-05:00Little ThingsAwhile back I saw this post <a href="http://redthread6.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-things-2.html">here</a>. I fell in love with the quote and vowed to focus more on <em>little things</em> around me every day. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Like sleeping <strike>babies</strike> toddlers.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD2AXgaqdP_dpTtYghlZCA7XgQANjxACvOMJXgbW7zXPaOmzpQbqj2sf70-n4L4mWBbD23DYpKidIA1fBIKoVN9yJPWS09q__iVauj58fi8BWjApd3tvHvommC7enDGUlBfRbpF0WcgA/s1600/sleepingjohn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcD2AXgaqdP_dpTtYghlZCA7XgQANjxACvOMJXgbW7zXPaOmzpQbqj2sf70-n4L4mWBbD23DYpKidIA1fBIKoVN9yJPWS09q__iVauj58fi8BWjApd3tvHvommC7enDGUlBfRbpF0WcgA/s640/sleepingjohn.jpg" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-68908024221694538672010-05-09T06:00:00.002-05:002010-05-09T06:00:08.792-05:00Happy Mothers Day...To me Mothers Day is more than just <em><span style="font-size: large;">one special day</span>, </em>set aside for <em>Mom's.</em> We don't get carried away on <em>Mother's Day. </em>I'm not treated like a <em>queen,</em> nor do I get the <em>day off.</em> I'll be lucky if <strike>my kids</strike> their Father even <em>remembers </em>Mother's Day! :) In all reality, it's <em>just another Sunday. </em> I won't lie. <em>Flowers, chocolate, special treatment, dinner </em>out would be great. But to me, that isn't what <em>Mothers day is about. </em>Mothers Day is about <em><span style="font-size: large;">every day</span>! Each little moment. Or big moment.</em><br />
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<div align="center">It's getting fresh picked flowers <em>in the morning</em>. Or <em>afternoon.</em> Or <em>evening. And being delivered by the cutest kids.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriju6lLW6chCI8BwcMQTJTlQnr6bMiv0W04FzVqwY6sk6MQflZfQ0nN_XxVlLaoaS6nsKA7vswFOybVxKTDQXwPCXfYqJknan_1t4j6x7Scox0etZeaB1H1nKLuMJ6SvWag3zlBsD6YQ/s1600/101_1113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhriju6lLW6chCI8BwcMQTJTlQnr6bMiv0W04FzVqwY6sk6MQflZfQ0nN_XxVlLaoaS6nsKA7vswFOybVxKTDQXwPCXfYqJknan_1t4j6x7Scox0etZeaB1H1nKLuMJ6SvWag3zlBsD6YQ/s400/101_1113.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's about watching moments like <em>this</em>. Feeling your heart swell up with <em>happiness, proudness</em>. A smile spread across your face. <em>These are<strong> your</strong> children.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKw7DQuztvk_2u_AYHAxQVw2lvvm4SAyGQ_LmaTBumNoBn_sVuruHSik9sPQET8jhjykpP7br1JuYdBIFnyk6JSg5XZQbvAR2hNetwqM-3cW0r4y_DVGxB1FZb_6YmH2i12v_peLzOVfM/s1600/101_1123.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKw7DQuztvk_2u_AYHAxQVw2lvvm4SAyGQ_LmaTBumNoBn_sVuruHSik9sPQET8jhjykpP7br1JuYdBIFnyk6JSg5XZQbvAR2hNetwqM-3cW0r4y_DVGxB1FZb_6YmH2i12v_peLzOVfM/s400/101_1123.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's about spending time out on the porch swing. Answering a <em>million and one</em> questions about... anything and everything. It's looking into <em>those</em> faces and just melting into a sweet puddle of <em>gooey sweetness.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZEWMCyuHS10CIFvsazYzHlsStq-6W1-jPGIxKF2LWvJVskLi5eZmPqtjncqnf660v53CX4t7lrYf3YowGg-juHA43B2vb8TFLiZMvFC1RI2yjqvCh69Iqlgtupj05nWBJy1Rhc5nhIM/s1600/101_1096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrZEWMCyuHS10CIFvsazYzHlsStq-6W1-jPGIxKF2LWvJVskLi5eZmPqtjncqnf660v53CX4t7lrYf3YowGg-juHA43B2vb8TFLiZMvFC1RI2yjqvCh69Iqlgtupj05nWBJy1Rhc5nhIM/s400/101_1096.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's about <em>him</em>. Because without him, I wouldn't be a <em>mother</em> to these <em>four</em> chilren. (and I'd likely have <em>lost my mind </em>a long time ago without his love, support, patiences and so on..) It's about watching my family, being together ... and realizing how <em>happy, fortnate and blessed I <strong>really</strong> am.</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwDESk-t0MP3xC7Z2xzwisDfF3rFvEh4s11MEOFZagh8-JbDEzNex9x_xLHwLD6K0dErLAhx3FVWrd_7NHHT1S46x0RK5kNMa66nZyIEva0CW1cdyXm5qPOrpf8CYEZhGGYh-PQ73wYk/s1600/101_1316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJwDESk-t0MP3xC7Z2xzwisDfF3rFvEh4s11MEOFZagh8-JbDEzNex9x_xLHwLD6K0dErLAhx3FVWrd_7NHHT1S46x0RK5kNMa66nZyIEva0CW1cdyXm5qPOrpf8CYEZhGGYh-PQ73wYk/s640/101_1316.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's about them taking a love and interest in things that <em>I love and value so much. </em>It's realizing they do watch and listen <em>much more closely</em> than I realize.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixW33o5suM3wOGVNA7rPMXGE5orEqGkprrM-XjugEHyCqdn4G53yfneda-uiMnGeJN1P_hnS8znmznfBczUNqGgVElz83Veq6F7ZzwpCfM6d5JAHMWb32BDLn2doO1lbw8FUhHl7m0xNg/s1600/101_1355.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixW33o5suM3wOGVNA7rPMXGE5orEqGkprrM-XjugEHyCqdn4G53yfneda-uiMnGeJN1P_hnS8znmznfBczUNqGgVElz83Veq6F7ZzwpCfM6d5JAHMWb32BDLn2doO1lbw8FUhHl7m0xNg/s400/101_1355.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's all about <em>cuteness. </em>And having children look like you. And their Daddy. All at the same time.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc90vZ6eLfUk0E4ob16xAe3iic9BdHOjoeoEewllls0sV80D5srwhxtlP9ZOz14DTvYr2e7uVtKkbOVhc8KAAvu4ZiS9q9lb82SPuWIunXgBd6YSaKS1gEfjX3FDgXpz6gM90O8RawQuk/s1600/101_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc90vZ6eLfUk0E4ob16xAe3iic9BdHOjoeoEewllls0sV80D5srwhxtlP9ZOz14DTvYr2e7uVtKkbOVhc8KAAvu4ZiS9q9lb82SPuWIunXgBd6YSaKS1gEfjX3FDgXpz6gM90O8RawQuk/s640/101_1361.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's about being <em>Super <strike>Man</strike> Mom. </em>It's also realizing you <em>don't</em> have to be <em>SUPER MOM,</em> to be a <em>good Mom. </em>And realizing that being <em>perfect</em> has nothing to do with being a <em>GOOD</em> Mom.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguo7H7Udyjl7d8OVS_I1UU9v9BpX8N-_OjNJglm8ckECEb_ssEAE1gU3uHpGR5HgDU1e7AH0IlZOJ1aZdXro-g3M0enIINdF67enA8vEEqxAqm1-aDZ9SkBkJ2nNPQ4QOcsmDSjyFRf7U/s1600/IMG_6114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguo7H7Udyjl7d8OVS_I1UU9v9BpX8N-_OjNJglm8ckECEb_ssEAE1gU3uHpGR5HgDU1e7AH0IlZOJ1aZdXro-g3M0enIINdF67enA8vEEqxAqm1-aDZ9SkBkJ2nNPQ4QOcsmDSjyFRf7U/s400/IMG_6114.JPG" tt="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It's about good days and <strong>bad</strong> days.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjO1qmWXXUKej62rYo-z8wWQQ7WfPK440Qy4KRer79o6Uce5mrIaIBIkK6Aq31hGWKqBkkAIEieHc5hvPdc1nejchxmMkuYVjo8kZ_3k3tyLs9DRLkza_VfeEqojaQvZRPcoyvJwuUyz4/s1600/IMG_6605.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjO1qmWXXUKej62rYo-z8wWQQ7WfPK440Qy4KRer79o6Uce5mrIaIBIkK6Aq31hGWKqBkkAIEieHc5hvPdc1nejchxmMkuYVjo8kZ_3k3tyLs9DRLkza_VfeEqojaQvZRPcoyvJwuUyz4/s320/IMG_6605.JPG" tt="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">It's <em>all about them.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzjCa8lCStwJppV_oQ0BB39itJHfQLETfoc5ahiWwJGH_K1B14pUNznl2t73x1UuwMb9CRIypb4EDyci1cSYdiOkw99OhryflxhhBrHCbnUh9qgbp9q17kRLtw80Fbp3vAs-QRD9cP08/s1600/4kiddos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifzjCa8lCStwJppV_oQ0BB39itJHfQLETfoc5ahiWwJGH_K1B14pUNznl2t73x1UuwMb9CRIypb4EDyci1cSYdiOkw99OhryflxhhBrHCbnUh9qgbp9q17kRLtw80Fbp3vAs-QRD9cP08/s640/4kiddos.jpg" tt="true" width="510" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">Happy Mothers Day!</div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-11828734110462818882010-05-06T07:27:00.000-05:002010-05-06T07:28:45.774-05:0046 of 52<center><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div><div align="center">********************************** </div><div align="center"><div style="text-align: center;">My family was <em>all the way over by the pond.</em> I had to cross the <em>tall grass</em>, which I can just imagine has <em>snakes slithering in {shudder}.</em> maybe I should add.. I tend to wear flip-flops around the house/yard.. <br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmdg4ZTNru2bB_sar7Df2kNG9G-r1rH-Dj6FhtW9ggBASd92b9hd8Bl6XC-_xX6ajp61AkPLkN3f_JZT0qVLGaKxsPLXwdKo4lggWcg7-JBnWQCPp6rjeLjw2bjWak1u84A6vtFc5YmE/s1600/101_1407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMmdg4ZTNru2bB_sar7Df2kNG9G-r1rH-Dj6FhtW9ggBASd92b9hd8Bl6XC-_xX6ajp61AkPLkN3f_JZT0qVLGaKxsPLXwdKo4lggWcg7-JBnWQCPp6rjeLjw2bjWak1u84A6vtFc5YmE/s640/101_1407.JPG" tt="true" width="480" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Then I got me an <em>idea!! {insert happy face here}</em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHXpo-NaIh0Y3mj-F3-5Qdp90I0skwEN4cVdP5tehvKVhKZBaFwzMBZQRiVSsrN8nUBDZPtAiy2EwA2RIh3CWno1jq3cNUKgV1FzhlfqdKiCCAbSThLrqdGlVlvIDEB2Bu97CncZkagk/s1600/image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHXpo-NaIh0Y3mj-F3-5Qdp90I0skwEN4cVdP5tehvKVhKZBaFwzMBZQRiVSsrN8nUBDZPtAiy2EwA2RIh3CWno1jq3cNUKgV1FzhlfqdKiCCAbSThLrqdGlVlvIDEB2Bu97CncZkagk/s320/image.jpg" tt="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'll wear <em>his</em> cowboy boots. Tall. Tough leather. Clear up to my knees. No snake can get me now. Or at least the bottom half of my legs are safe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRWMp7T5VBlwbc3iCFfdauVXsoISV3r7hhmm_YYeFxHcyTG6nSbV8YkOvwMTKn4EO5XCTchZC5xX_cRu-iNlbSAgMIRKbzLcvRK1twupfhAiPfVDavJlBvgHjxKOFEPzxp9gRZgYEmR4/s1600/101_1406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRWMp7T5VBlwbc3iCFfdauVXsoISV3r7hhmm_YYeFxHcyTG6nSbV8YkOvwMTKn4EO5XCTchZC5xX_cRu-iNlbSAgMIRKbzLcvRK1twupfhAiPfVDavJlBvgHjxKOFEPzxp9gRZgYEmR4/s400/101_1406.JPG" tt="true" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And for those <em>squirming</em> in your chairs (like my mother, m-i-l, my sis-in-laws) we haven't <em>actually</em> seen a snake in the yard or by the pond. But we have seen a <em>dead one</em> on the road, just in front of the field...that the pond is in. We <em>know</em> they are down <em>here</em>, so we keep a close eye out. But I have a feeling, the <em>snakes</em> keep a close eye on those <em>four</em> things we call our children. Since they infest our yard with loud chaos from dawn until dark! :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9D9pM3c66jOBJy_iJfgDXhNDJsnHFivX8Lv9l7VsGMn9w7BjnALOe8BpXKESaOvAMviG_dlU3Xb8k3UwBy0tNvOaCWThZFWmtyLy6uq7c7BqVKT_nNMqQ0m5Zh4qTcDIRpIzJ0oix7vY/s1600/101_1418.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9D9pM3c66jOBJy_iJfgDXhNDJsnHFivX8Lv9l7VsGMn9w7BjnALOe8BpXKESaOvAMviG_dlU3Xb8k3UwBy0tNvOaCWThZFWmtyLy6uq7c7BqVKT_nNMqQ0m5Zh4qTcDIRpIzJ0oix7vY/s640/101_1418.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-36044142362891147302010-05-03T19:05:00.004-05:002010-05-03T19:13:36.762-05:00Contentment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWhqalEWdCLIksoLC3IEaaRe74Z3Hn1TXC_jVbe1UWOMZYvUjqzDuD6hTSkiJrOQ50ouf-1PkjzInvq3HxbZz2y3rqtJSw-IqnDIt5Gb6ytohWAVsKiQ9pqhfZEoFAgikSUQDj2qOSw8/s1600/004_4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="430" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWhqalEWdCLIksoLC3IEaaRe74Z3Hn1TXC_jVbe1UWOMZYvUjqzDuD6hTSkiJrOQ50ouf-1PkjzInvq3HxbZz2y3rqtJSw-IqnDIt5Gb6ytohWAVsKiQ9pqhfZEoFAgikSUQDj2qOSw8/s640/004_4.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">I can remember like it was yesterday the moment this picture was taken. It was during our honeymoon, at <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">Seeley</span> Lake, northwestern Montana. We were <em>newlyweds</em>, life was... perfect! The person that mattered most to me was by my side. <em>H<span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">im</span></em>. We were madly in <em>love</em>. (Still are) And we were surrounded by the greatest place on earth. <em>Montana</em>.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">At this lake, we stopped for a picnic lunch. I can remember sitting on the <strike>beach</strike> rocks, watching him skip rocks into the lake, <strike>staring at his backside</strike>, looking out across the lake to the breathtaking views. It was here, and other places on our honeymoon that we talked about our life <em>together. Things we wanted to do together as husband and wife. Our hopes and dreams. </em>So much <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">excitment</span> and anticipation as we started our journey <em>together.</em> I remember feeling <em><span style="font-size: large;">content</span>.</em> Having no clue what may lie ahead for us, but knowing that with him by my side, I would be <em><span style="font-size: large;">content</span></em>, <em>happy and satisfied.</em></span></div><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center"><span style="background-color: #eeeeee;">Here we are, nearly 8 years later. Life has taken us up and down many roads. We've been <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background-attachment: scroll; background-image: none; background-position: 0% 0%; background-repeat: repeat;">thru</span> many experiences. Yet, I am <em><span style="font-size: large;">content</span>, satisfied and happy</em>. The <em>one</em> I love is still by my side, as our 4 kids, who have brought so much joy and happiness (among other things) into our lives, run about. I will admit, I <em>never</em> thought I'd be in the place I am today, or doing <em>certain</em> things I am doing. But I <em>could not</em> imagine life any other way. Nor do I want it to be any other way.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"><span style="font-size: large;">Contentment</span> is a great feeling.</span></div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-63752524394406830292010-05-01T10:46:00.000-05:002010-05-01T10:46:08.739-05:00Another great blog, another giveaway..There's alot of <em>blogger</em> people that I'd love to meet in real life. <a href="http://theprairiehen.blogspot.com/">This gal</a>.. is near the top of the list. She's starting another <a href="http://theprairiehen.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-it-is.html">great blog</a>, that I <em>know</em> will be as fabulous as her <a href="http://hardlyutopia.blogspot.com/">last</a>. To start it off.. <a href="http://theprairiehen.blogspot.com/2010/05/here-it-is.html">she's having a giveaway</a>... go check it out!!Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-28715082581442061412010-04-28T23:30:00.001-05:002010-04-29T12:42:05.714-05:0045 of 52<center><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" border="0" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" /></a></center><br />
<div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />
52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div><div align="center">********************************** </div><div align="center">Katie's classic grin... <em>and....</em> Benji goofing around in the background!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj65YGo3o6OuSHwDXHO8cf_tXuXZvs02oc1ye3c8ZYU2DVCFwEhBFyEOr3tTwDmKB_rEpuGioPuWVi4Fo0cNsvyISK4VyjsTPqXwD7Od9Mpasf_QJJNmipnRgAeBzuR0uFGvCUpUWUqfE/s1600/101_1370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj65YGo3o6OuSHwDXHO8cf_tXuXZvs02oc1ye3c8ZYU2DVCFwEhBFyEOr3tTwDmKB_rEpuGioPuWVi4Fo0cNsvyISK4VyjsTPqXwD7Od9Mpasf_QJJNmipnRgAeBzuR0uFGvCUpUWUqfE/s320/101_1370.JPG" tt="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Even though I got <strike>mostly</strike> cut off on this picture, for some reason I happen to <em>love</em> this picture of my 2 girls.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih67SDxoIkjPul4Dqd2xL0BDKYK6K0aPDyD6NhWdq8ypcgkqqQdiWUDP-TMmwkw9ysSFq-TYZ501ZEWw0EMa6MOqSoYHJERTnQBr9NPqMssDuhEpUfzOU2vo3_hQMJI3QA3458Vov68CU/s1600/101_1361.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEih67SDxoIkjPul4Dqd2xL0BDKYK6K0aPDyD6NhWdq8ypcgkqqQdiWUDP-TMmwkw9ysSFq-TYZ501ZEWw0EMa6MOqSoYHJERTnQBr9NPqMssDuhEpUfzOU2vo3_hQMJI3QA3458Vov68CU/s640/101_1361.JPG" tt="true" width="640" /></a></div><div align="center">** to those who have asked.... these 2 are <em>not</em> twins. There is approx. 14-1/2 mos between them! :)</div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-80556404851169486232010-04-22T06:00:00.004-05:002010-04-22T06:00:00.435-05:0044 of 52<center><a href="http://wyomingbarnetts.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img alt="Forever In Blue Jeans" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk67/WyomingMom/52WeeksButton.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></center><br /><div align="center">********************52 Weeks*******************<br />52 Weeks is a year long challenge for YOU to be in a picture once a week for 52 weeks. We are always the ones behind the camera, this is YOUR chance to get out in front and be in the pictures with our family. We are glad you are joining this challenge. More importantly your family will really enjoy having you in the picture. Oh, you can just jump in now with 1 of 52, you're not getting off that easy! Now go take a picture! </div><div align="center">********************************** </div><div align="center">For <em>nearly a week</em> we enjoyed the company of Boppa, Gma, Jacob and Emily. It was sure hard to say goodbye yesterday morning. I never dreamt that the house could be so quiet and lonely with <em>just four </em>kids. But it is. We had a <em>great </em>time while they were here. Here are some pictures that Gma L captured on her camera...</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Our family Sunday a.m. (Katie-bug's 4th bday!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_OxgcRtRDpU52xA5y1gwx55ba-D9gThZ1mSoWXMn_nrjyBxqfl_Ntb6k1WXPVy8o2NtjnMQJqZYFj27SLJhDEqNdFPRV4qgQLbE1KS4wp9Ioo7wM694e0CJ9ZfNyH7_evLBhs9OgpWI/s1600/100_2063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462693649279417522" 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/AVvXsEiT_OxgcRtRDpU52xA5y1gwx55ba-D9gThZ1mSoWXMn_nrjyBxqfl_Ntb6k1WXPVy8o2NtjnMQJqZYFj27SLJhDEqNdFPRV4qgQLbE1KS4wp9Ioo7wM694e0CJ9ZfNyH7_evLBhs9OgpWI/s320/100_2063.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mommy and John (we were at a <em>little </em>railroad museum) If you know John you know he <strike>likes</strike> loves <strong><em>trains</em></strong>. While we were looking at the <em>museum</em>, <strong>2</strong> trains rolled thru on the track beside it. John was in his glory!! We are waiting for <em>train #2</em> to roll by us.. John is telling Gma about the <em>train! :)</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTYcGctOEVLQ9Bx-kTVY-lwGzZvcmpMdWBp1NOhDUDNilQrbtEvS3WlfHmPVvDUNNtzBjGwc3MLDhs5xXpNS5FaCtcATKAzAYWKZkJOsl2VNRigTMaSyOFwMB-FOX7SHAKg5wqgfHPd2k/s1600/100_2174.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462693638849759938" 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/AVvXsEgTYcGctOEVLQ9Bx-kTVY-lwGzZvcmpMdWBp1NOhDUDNilQrbtEvS3WlfHmPVvDUNNtzBjGwc3MLDhs5xXpNS5FaCtcATKAzAYWKZkJOsl2VNRigTMaSyOFwMB-FOX7SHAKg5wqgfHPd2k/s320/100_2174.JPG" border="0" /></a> We took a road trip down to Chattanooga. It ended up being rainy, cloudy, foggy when we got to Lookout Mtn. But we enjoyed a picnic lunch anyways.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKi5eWXCWBzWj_czjvHJoPM1Lc5lV5saD6spHxGuPSXDkx3dYvpUHsP-E9iR3L-qLGdRko3rVROJzKpPYvz-TpuwhM7-RGqnb9soO_FVF8-KXnlqjJFoHpTa_jcHyW3OQ-v5gcE5u0bA/s1600/100_2128.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462693629573977650" 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/AVvXsEjXKi5eWXCWBzWj_czjvHJoPM1Lc5lV5saD6spHxGuPSXDkx3dYvpUHsP-E9iR3L-qLGdRko3rVROJzKpPYvz-TpuwhM7-RGqnb9soO_FVF8-KXnlqjJFoHpTa_jcHyW3OQ-v5gcE5u0bA/s320/100_2128.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8439220569221316742.post-24096391592682149632010-04-18T06:00:00.001-05:002010-04-18T06:00:00.684-05:00Happy Birthday Katie!<div align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;">Happy 4th Birthday Katie bug!!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqDLISfjGTwWJiLMPzI0ijeAHUjSsJ6Kh-ogNkmH5FuEj7dUXGZV3uPFTjWEwhHh7nun3M1OBaykYaH9mRdc3DLtBtG60AQ5apvCN3nkMJt9x-tXex7RR154dTM0XMMbYt_Aq-MhplgNI/s1600/101_1020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460067210152562306" 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/AVvXsEhqDLISfjGTwWJiLMPzI0ijeAHUjSsJ6Kh-ogNkmH5FuEj7dUXGZV3uPFTjWEwhHh7nun3M1OBaykYaH9mRdc3DLtBtG60AQ5apvCN3nkMJt9x-tXex7RR154dTM0XMMbYt_Aq-MhplgNI/s320/101_1020.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br />I cannot believe it's been <em>four</em> years ago that we <em>waited and waited and waited and waited </em>for you. (She was a week late, but Carolyn was 2 wks early, so we <em>thought... maybe...) </em>You've changed so much over the past 4 years. Each day is full of laughter, smiles, adventure and excitement because of you. Wishing you a <em>very </em>Happy Birthday!! Hurray!! The day you've been waiting for is <em>finally here! You're FOUR!!</em></div><p align="center"><em></em> </p><p align="center">I Love You,</p><p align="center">Mommy</p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span>Heather Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03178268668944116984noreply@blogger.com4