tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-128165262024-03-13T03:02:21.492-04:00Moments I want to remember...My ordinary life...as a mom of teenage twin girls!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.comBlogger243125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-51769485533497117612009-01-09T18:45:00.002-05:002009-01-09T18:55:20.352-05:00Ms. HarmonyWords to my MOST favorite song in the world, which if I didn't know any better was written for ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Funny, it's time...Things ain't going right, oh harmony...Don't know how you get by!Feels like frozen timeYou wake up the moment into your surpriseYou got hope and you're alrightYou're so close and you're so tightWhen the ice melts so right,You got a sparkle, babyShe says you need to be afraidYou see... age don't matterNot you see, it's never to late'Cause when you feel love, Ms HarmonyOh, you deserve everything you dream'cause when you smile at me, ooh harmonyHeh, you light all the world with your energyOh, babyYou walk with your head highYou only take what's right, oh harmony...I know just what you need.New job, a brand new carIt feels like you're going far, oh harmony...You're a flower in bloomOut with the old, in with the newWalk away from what all those men did to youNow you're light on your feetAnd now every man touch their head, to get a better look'Cause when you feel love, Ms HarmonyOh, you deserve everything you dream'cause when you smile at me, ooh harmonyHeh, you light all the world with your energyOh, babyDa da da daOhh, ehhDa da da daOooo, ohhh yeah'Cause when you feel love, ooo HarmonyYou deserve everything you dream'cause when you smile at me, ooo harmonyHeh, you light all the world with your energyOh, babyDa da da daDa da da daCause when you feel that your loving, oh Harmony come love me tonightHarmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-61016667454859054332008-12-30T00:08:00.003-05:002008-12-30T00:13:01.803-05:00Random Questions: Tag your itNunus, Mish, Bug, Trish....TAG!!!!!!!!! I do have so much more to blog about but this was easier.<br /><br />50 things Tag!!<br />1.What color is your tooth brush? Purple<br />2. Did you dream last night? yes<br />3. What is your favorite candy bar? Snickers<br />4. Have you ever been to a strip club? yes<br />5. What is the last thing you said aloud? Girls go to bed<br />6. What is the best ice cream flavor? Reese’s Pnut butter<br />7. What is the last thing you had to drink? Water<br />8. What are you wearing right now? Sweats and a tee<br />9. What was the last thing you ate? Gummy life savers<br />10. Have you bought any new clothing items this week? Nope<br />11. When was the last time you ran? today<br />12. Who was the last person to send you a message/comment on your blog? I dunno<br />13. Do you take vitamins daily? No but I probably should.<br />14. Do you go to church every Sunday? No, but I plan to start<br />15. Do you have a tan? are you kiddin<br />16. Do you like Chinese food over pizza? heck no!!!<br />17. Do you drink soda with a straw? nope<br />18. What does your last text message say? Getting ready to go to the gym<br />19. Are you someones best friend? Lots, I think<br />20. What are you doing tomorrow? Hopefully going to the zoo<br />21. Where is your dad? I wish I knew<br />22. Look to your left, what do you see? No one<br />23. What color is your favorite pair of shoes? White and pink<br />24. Do you use chap stick? Of course<br />25. Whats your favorite thing to do in your free time? Hang out with my kids and friends, Scrapbook and look through pics<br />26. Do you go in at a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? Both<br />27. Do you have a dog? No <br />28. Last guy you talked on the phone with? Gary<br />29. Last girl you talked on the phone with? Barbie<br />30. Any fun vacation plans soon? Maybe NC<br />31. Do you dye your hair? YUP<br />32. Can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes but very slowly<br />33. Do you have a maid service clean your house? yes<br />34. Are you jealous of anyone? No, I don’t think so, maybe those who have jobs right now<br />35. Do you love anyone? Yes, lots of peoples<br />36. Do any of your friends have children? Yes<br />37. Do you use the word Hello daily? yes<br />38. Do you like cats? Love them<br />39. Have you ever been to Six Flags? yes<br />40. How did you get your worst scar? Having babies<br />41. What is your favorite smell? ORANGE<br />42. What is the last DVD you watched? Horton hear a Who<br />43. Have you ever been to Disney World? Nope.<br />44. What is your favorite number? 3<br />45. Do you toast your pop tarts? yes<br />46. Have you ever waited tables? Bennigans<br />47. Where did you have your first kiss? In the woods LOL<br />48. What should you be doing? Going to sleep<br />49. Do you enjoy wasting time blogging? I wish I was more motivated to waste time doing it<br />50. How many blogs to you contribute to? I dunnoHarmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-48380492837527621972008-12-05T07:47:00.003-05:002008-12-05T08:27:07.975-05:00LifeI hate when I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">soooooooooooooo</span> busy I have no time to write, I really don't like it. I am going to figure out how to fix this, by the end of THIS year. Otherwise I am only going to be posting on my W.W. and this blog will be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nuttin</span> but pics.<br /><br />So, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mish</span>, Bug and I have been <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">havin</span> routine coffee on Sat. mornings in a central location and it has been great, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">minus</span> the jinx we have had put on us. I love starting my Sat. mornings with these two and just sitting huddle around a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">lil</span> Starbucks table <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">talkin</span> about NOTHING and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">EVERTHING</span>!!! and When we meet we are there for HOURS which is also great so everyone gets a chance to chime in, since we have issues with this, and unload!!! :) The only BAD thing about our meeting is the last two, two of us got hit with CAR problems. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">BOOOOOOOOOOO</span>. Hopefully Buggy has put a stop to this since she was the one due next for issues by not waiting until Sat. to recognize a problem and getting her car fixed in the middle of the week. Cause we have all decided these are becoming some EXPENSIVE coffees. I think between the 3 of us we are close to $1200. STUPID!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So we are not meeting this Sat. :( I am sad!<br /><br />I am also on the prowl for a new car which is stressing me out. I have never bought a NEW car and not only that EVERY car I have EVER had has been passed down to me or chosen for me. I sat and thought about that the other day because WHAT kind of car do I want. I am not a car person what so ever. I don't car about what it looks like or even the color. Can it get me from A to B, that's what matters to me and is it Safe. Those are my requirements and from those I trust that I have talked to that is just not enough information. So I guess i have some research to do and some serious <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">thinkin</span> too. YUCK!! I think it is just easier for someone to pick the car and say here it is...it's yours!!!<br /><br />I miss my doggy MORE and MORE each day!!!! When I open the door after work I expect her to come sliding at me with her tail wagging and mouth hanging open cause she is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">SOOOO</span> excited to see me and she is NOT there!!! I know she is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">soooo</span> happy and being well taken care of and I did the right thing for her but I miss her like crazy!!!!! I keep thinking about taking the new owners up on there offer to go see her but I know in my heart that is probably not a good idea.<br /><br />I am ALMOST done Christmas shopping, YEAH!!! and thank goodness since I just shelled out all my money for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">freakin</span> car. I have a few gifts left to buy but just a few and I am okay with that. What I need to do is start wrapping. I guess I will start dedicating some time to wrapping, but that means I need to get the tree out huh!!!!<br /><br />I am <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">loking</span> forward to the holidays and time with my family/friends. I am excited about the cool weather even though I cringe in the mornings. I look more forward to the new year and pray these times will get better, pray we will not be as stressed and pray we can enjoy each other and the relationships we have and not focus so much on the MONEY/PRESENTS. Some said to me recently, I love Thanksgiving, I wish Christmas were more like it and I have to agree. It would be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">soooooo</span> wonderful if we focused on BEING with the people we love and being excited about that and not all the material that Christmas comes with. Unfortunately it is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">embedded</span> in us and it is a hard thing to turn around, tradition, but I think it is something I would like to try to bring more focus too, just bring together, being happy and healthy and appreciating the love that surrounds us!!! HOMEMADE gifts for everyone next year, get creative. (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">ummmm</span> Princess T, that means I would like a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">blankey</span>, k?!)<br /><br />It's Friday and I am HAPPY!!!!!!!! I am taking my girls to see the Nutcracker tonight! I can't wait!!!! They have never seen it and neither have I. My Mommy comes home from FL tomorrow and I think I will put up the tree. Sunday will be time <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">spent</span> with my girls and their sisters. Happy Friday!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-6647047208751906812008-12-03T09:00:00.000-05:002008-12-04T09:08:34.982-05:00W.W. Then and Now - pics from reunionEVERYONE that came!!!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbx9a0l1fszLynwcL6V6CxRegLytkPbNwEzTJTKx8-rsP1fYd8KLj2MjKVoemfo91LVYAvY_qpO1x1zvB_STTyc0jcl-bHWDtwmtwOQiw5j1g5ED0K0b7u93rXHL3EmjB8UkY1Q/s1600-h/AHS.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934806137898274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWbx9a0l1fszLynwcL6V6CxRegLytkPbNwEzTJTKx8-rsP1fYd8KLj2MjKVoemfo91LVYAvY_qpO1x1zvB_STTyc0jcl-bHWDtwmtwOQiw5j1g5ED0K0b7u93rXHL3EmjB8UkY1Q/s400/AHS.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then: 1992<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidA5CnstI1bY7bjO1FQI-Mf1Yul8RKwXxdVE9muD_cxo8rlad5US1fWJ6CBCw-0lczZyJ4_LgifRLDguuriHJ7kXgZnsGajvbeQcS8dUDOUnf-AMf-ZWFZChmlXFDdY8DrBfygw/s1600-h/ahs+rod.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934809887005778" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidA5CnstI1bY7bjO1FQI-Mf1Yul8RKwXxdVE9muD_cxo8rlad5US1fWJ6CBCw-0lczZyJ4_LgifRLDguuriHJ7kXgZnsGajvbeQcS8dUDOUnf-AMf-ZWFZChmlXFDdY8DrBfygw/s400/ahs+rod.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-aO0gIR4ySMh4vvkWcVAXVAYQu-TVjmNvE83XesClCa23hcZ54RkaEf_LdZWsm2d5Bkx9cBxeOqVFEkYQA-4INO0SJ7czqR_RqZ6WoRBbcvQAjkauQwZ5rY9YobTC9u7CF9Obsw/s1600-h/ahs3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934815374124658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-aO0gIR4ySMh4vvkWcVAXVAYQu-TVjmNvE83XesClCa23hcZ54RkaEf_LdZWsm2d5Bkx9cBxeOqVFEkYQA-4INO0SJ7czqR_RqZ6WoRBbcvQAjkauQwZ5rY9YobTC9u7CF9Obsw/s400/ahs3.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then: 1990<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5avF7-8IPPnqVmitioQ2yhFinxMPQCcN9H-zzaPW6-NuPriKrK0PPNquXraq8uZrSxa3Q9eJLpjy-4H3q0S1NRZ3LwN6IN0JDwUb2Kq0fJB1kYZTktnX_p9q2IFzSw7BhmyDag/s1600-h/ahs+rick.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934816363166306" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt5avF7-8IPPnqVmitioQ2yhFinxMPQCcN9H-zzaPW6-NuPriKrK0PPNquXraq8uZrSxa3Q9eJLpjy-4H3q0S1NRZ3LwN6IN0JDwUb2Kq0fJB1kYZTktnX_p9q2IFzSw7BhmyDag/s400/ahs+rick.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-T4TvE2nce8kqFKcJ-yjpusQphsUPWs9xf_nIO2qac4rbuTkL4x_pOvaZXFiqfjQoGogXQM7huzBK8y7CZlOjfuRVHoTcI8dC_y-zQS_FnXs5v7-IOfag9iRMDNeSGwe5U9mn-w/s1600-h/ahs4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275934818232673938" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-T4TvE2nce8kqFKcJ-yjpusQphsUPWs9xf_nIO2qac4rbuTkL4x_pOvaZXFiqfjQoGogXQM7huzBK8y7CZlOjfuRVHoTcI8dC_y-zQS_FnXs5v7-IOfag9iRMDNeSGwe5U9mn-w/s400/ahs4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then: 1992<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I8aJyY8g9D59qXxWY7bZCDb0ULkUF-J-d5Xa2dwfLHgeonkhnQAFCjMNkknMVkfDxU1_GKgcPMVSp3XGv4px-s7wvJPJHF4ysXr-zOfw3xihNO10NCqVJMlyocfFzOx-Ft0IbQ/s1600-h/ahsback.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935045711028242" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8I8aJyY8g9D59qXxWY7bZCDb0ULkUF-J-d5Xa2dwfLHgeonkhnQAFCjMNkknMVkfDxU1_GKgcPMVSp3XGv4px-s7wvJPJHF4ysXr-zOfw3xihNO10NCqVJMlyocfFzOx-Ft0IbQ/s400/ahsback.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLK8d-wdkWzRmoiG36W6QRevh2X-VFqDrXmtYdyYC7YjH-S02KoRQFFdVQRwS1FNzjHG6zO8Ex50tT2kzFDzPGDI3-eEBDtzNdd5xz50WmlL5Vigfz-QhAsBGgY8GZSKmBHbNig/s1600-h/ahs+girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935048430052866" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJLK8d-wdkWzRmoiG36W6QRevh2X-VFqDrXmtYdyYC7YjH-S02KoRQFFdVQRwS1FNzjHG6zO8Ex50tT2kzFDzPGDI3-eEBDtzNdd5xz50WmlL5Vigfz-QhAsBGgY8GZSKmBHbNig/s400/ahs+girls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Then: 1993??? maybe 1992<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji24zjGlAJ3PUkTicBH8EcE1G7BBsXQFMISEQBW5KITmEnASvALx0Et9mkVjyZpAl9ec_2nkIkNebpIPjhwyoEU93nuNgxtcPpkWhvbbV20JY0R2mxi9rOVzuan3Cyd9PvBKqqbg/s1600-h/ahs+joy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935039056182498" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji24zjGlAJ3PUkTicBH8EcE1G7BBsXQFMISEQBW5KITmEnASvALx0Et9mkVjyZpAl9ec_2nkIkNebpIPjhwyoEU93nuNgxtcPpkWhvbbV20JY0R2mxi9rOVzuan3Cyd9PvBKqqbg/s400/ahs+joy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6T1gZJD5f0BLLV3u2KYwFGYfb0pBFnHl1DRqBfY9k6NPMXi4P_FwRDZPRekGprO5ZfhrsbhN-NAplSDzyfqCKnnjRR63gL0ebwsPHZVTukYdW8mbBsImUTbLjnlMpeOjTu2F8A/s1600-h/ahs2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275935043629032738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA6T1gZJD5f0BLLV3u2KYwFGYfb0pBFnHl1DRqBfY9k6NPMXi4P_FwRDZPRekGprO5ZfhrsbhN-NAplSDzyfqCKnnjRR63gL0ebwsPHZVTukYdW8mbBsImUTbLjnlMpeOjTu2F8A/s400/ahs2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And we are doing it again in a few weeks. I can't wait!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-49647576617267032362008-11-26T08:09:00.006-05:002008-11-26T08:34:23.005-05:00W.W. randomJust looking through pics I have saved in a folder...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGFXGSWgnh2RYpGj2FssEmRSbLSu6XKvHFRWFmjtqTk4cdaz7g9C5mjStBt7BMFO6zajguEJYnwd5SwNEb-ApMudmkvOq1KrRnnuynRBPRyzSrqygNR0DekTbfsDOe4o2Whns7g/s1600-h/t+and+m.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953877119712114" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGFXGSWgnh2RYpGj2FssEmRSbLSu6XKvHFRWFmjtqTk4cdaz7g9C5mjStBt7BMFO6zajguEJYnwd5SwNEb-ApMudmkvOq1KrRnnuynRBPRyzSrqygNR0DekTbfsDOe4o2Whns7g/s400/t+and+m.bmp" border="0" /></a> <br />How many pics of these two I have like this, I guess you can never have to many!!!! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIpvObZi_aH1BlFiqqz3YNnzNFEgDEk5Z4N5-xfqSWJQ6xUVuoTAucPOsf8w9Na-YKw-mD8N_KTcUvTIFzAy69iAEzHQleH4eppusN0cRst1Xe89Aue3iTxnc6AnuyMTzlgvatw/s1600-h/of=50,590,390.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953871993809442" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzIpvObZi_aH1BlFiqqz3YNnzNFEgDEk5Z4N5-xfqSWJQ6xUVuoTAucPOsf8w9Na-YKw-mD8N_KTcUvTIFzAy69iAEzHQleH4eppusN0cRst1Xe89Aue3iTxnc6AnuyMTzlgvatw/s400/of=50,590,390.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I think I was 15 in this pic...what am I wearing??? AND WHY did I think I was fat then????<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2d09u4CrFzP1MvD_-1jex9TsWMzL-Wt8wjFu0AUalIZGfSoRmsEuKcM-HX1JToKnuxJquNGR3Z3yy_0T276OrvkDhWOMEX8oyFvI-L-6_pOUfr94ClNnGcCK70dxMCRy9QsMpA/s1600-h/of=50,590,382.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953687817759266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhw2d09u4CrFzP1MvD_-1jex9TsWMzL-Wt8wjFu0AUalIZGfSoRmsEuKcM-HX1JToKnuxJquNGR3Z3yy_0T276OrvkDhWOMEX8oyFvI-L-6_pOUfr94ClNnGcCK70dxMCRy9QsMpA/s400/of=50,590,382.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Lil Me!!!! I think I was four.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs5QRke-nryiX7rMTFQdi4h9CRKAzo2UgCv9iCarVT5oMP_ZSCYnCmcobX7bGGZAZlayUGXokY7EJHJLvJrIu0_rOsc_lJO1y3TzLvgwBenTXAzpzfSdAJrIsrxxOCCCZBF6d7g/s1600-h/i1A73BEBF-6744-49FE-9F4C-706F88517011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953689750044386" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBs5QRke-nryiX7rMTFQdi4h9CRKAzo2UgCv9iCarVT5oMP_ZSCYnCmcobX7bGGZAZlayUGXokY7EJHJLvJrIu0_rOsc_lJO1y3TzLvgwBenTXAzpzfSdAJrIsrxxOCCCZBF6d7g/s400/i1A73BEBF-6744-49FE-9F4C-706F88517011.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My Mommy!!!!!!! I love her!!!!! (why does she always look surprised in pics, she would tell you it's cause I remind her to OPEN her eyes. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gDzTxPOMovLkMRMDZsAuPWhwQCUzbN-FuKK0lI2LdNRS73wlCyqOGGHhw_AKz0B6RJytQZbvI66F23bqdvPfcQbDIdEjTN0KpP6xHiNraNKQVe3IeX-CLAo1xcYj66YqGB6OWw/s1600-h/girls.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953681791322594" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8gDzTxPOMovLkMRMDZsAuPWhwQCUzbN-FuKK0lI2LdNRS73wlCyqOGGHhw_AKz0B6RJytQZbvI66F23bqdvPfcQbDIdEjTN0KpP6xHiNraNKQVe3IeX-CLAo1xcYj66YqGB6OWw/s400/girls.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Almost a year ago...seems like a month ago.....where did the year go??? (if I blogged more maybe I would know.)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNrxRRv2PBzLrmf3QQNnMHbCkZEG8UcWHrswGAZ_luKmNLqpbSrETe5XuFJiEyz0AHMyywpyLhL1365CwYyl7u1UXa-_P-EOCui9cxc2gW0zHT-KNN1sRje6XiGoZkmCcaYNPXg/s1600-h/fjposjdfksl;.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953663437153506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyNrxRRv2PBzLrmf3QQNnMHbCkZEG8UcWHrswGAZ_luKmNLqpbSrETe5XuFJiEyz0AHMyywpyLhL1365CwYyl7u1UXa-_P-EOCui9cxc2gW0zHT-KNN1sRje6XiGoZkmCcaYNPXg/s400/fjposjdfksl;.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />At the zoo.......I love these girls!!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMXw16LZa7OdQpilH3xj1qXqB1eVQ6Mo4EbnSJHaSZRqKIJjIbaigP2LV_y7Ep-z3qwdjVSc8s-s36J8DYLZjVYNGhwLXHd9B8ERO6cFSfr_zhEqHcPAnDV6p32AvBTLzm8FM5w/s1600-h/dsgsdfg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953664832182258" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoMXw16LZa7OdQpilH3xj1qXqB1eVQ6Mo4EbnSJHaSZRqKIJjIbaigP2LV_y7Ep-z3qwdjVSc8s-s36J8DYLZjVYNGhwLXHd9B8ERO6cFSfr_zhEqHcPAnDV6p32AvBTLzm8FM5w/s400/dsgsdfg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This pic just brings a smile to my face it also shows me why I invested a million dollars to put braces on my babies. HAA HAAA HAAA<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMwCtyhHA-budBCrRV5hN5Y40F_hJge0-yJtOhEcFO1YfHFiTf_aDBebLTy69u-NUAHma2shkIVc3qoq5PWe6RDVCDGKpC4PbXMWhoBmWpKxDo-chHPPWPu7-oPq3iUaOLu9OXg/s1600-h/babies.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953238084875266" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMwCtyhHA-budBCrRV5hN5Y40F_hJge0-yJtOhEcFO1YfHFiTf_aDBebLTy69u-NUAHma2shkIVc3qoq5PWe6RDVCDGKpC4PbXMWhoBmWpKxDo-chHPPWPu7-oPq3iUaOLu9OXg/s400/babies.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Awwwwwwwww...summer...I miss you...and you to Nunus!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Aj1Hwz6MKsJdx1ifcjOvjusGd9dEe_ta1E1H2SeyepmI7dj7fX7Q24ayEBFzNs0kg3y7d5uIZQQnzVcSl9v2J2iD7La39xscBFUdualWw05msIa1Y50M2rTP_REHGejTFmaqIQ/s1600-h/adorable.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953233864564546" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Aj1Hwz6MKsJdx1ifcjOvjusGd9dEe_ta1E1H2SeyepmI7dj7fX7Q24ayEBFzNs0kg3y7d5uIZQQnzVcSl9v2J2iD7La39xscBFUdualWw05msIa1Y50M2rTP_REHGejTFmaqIQ/s400/adorable.bmp" border="0" /></a><br />Just laugh cause it's funny!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2WAGn16Vr-DAV26EggAu80Jhit7_P9A45VDtnZA9KaEemPh2kCFrXV7NoQmxmVmCDsEYO0k7jnpr-nBM3QwqNd00ITGUD1KytYjwPhs0fczMQPVYIJlarAWeRZXb8KWOMGpUEA/s1600-h/935045823306_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953231370028738" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR2WAGn16Vr-DAV26EggAu80Jhit7_P9A45VDtnZA9KaEemPh2kCFrXV7NoQmxmVmCDsEYO0k7jnpr-nBM3QwqNd00ITGUD1KytYjwPhs0fczMQPVYIJlarAWeRZXb8KWOMGpUEA/s400/935045823306_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />TAKE ME BACK THERE.......someone???anyone??? PLEASE!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGw8m5JXbzmZe1wLZNLJ7j8wMe8_FzEVLQHTQkxHDMEjnCk1vGUXadOZ7jrHPTkZccRk8QaDuKGdRxB8hWckCdLDQo7YliyGynetF9L-111_2RPkHBG1ok91q6jIm-BxgnLeOR2w/s1600-h/58576676406_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953228080577410" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGw8m5JXbzmZe1wLZNLJ7j8wMe8_FzEVLQHTQkxHDMEjnCk1vGUXadOZ7jrHPTkZccRk8QaDuKGdRxB8hWckCdLDQo7YliyGynetF9L-111_2RPkHBG1ok91q6jIm-BxgnLeOR2w/s400/58576676406_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Family Day at the Park!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcKfclqdViihzf4SBWvrpbrcN8XajVHaWGtDL42hktZ80u2MxYYwLvuAhDhEn-WH7nkCC7drTMvs-HlnvwY_BIeYQX0yJiD813M5x9t6Lmj0LNjkDugYT2MSb5IoKkpnEvXLiRw/s1600-h/75675.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272953221463488178" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlcKfclqdViihzf4SBWvrpbrcN8XajVHaWGtDL42hktZ80u2MxYYwLvuAhDhEn-WH7nkCC7drTMvs-HlnvwY_BIeYQX0yJiD813M5x9t6Lmj0LNjkDugYT2MSb5IoKkpnEvXLiRw/s400/75675.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />This is BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!! HAPPINESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-6639817123727477122008-11-26T08:00:00.002-05:002008-11-26T08:02:52.725-05:00Happy ThanksgivingMay your stuffing be tasty<br />May your turkey plump,<br />May your potatoes and gravy<br />Have never a lump.<br />May your yams be delicious<br />And your pies take the prize,<br />And may your Thanksgiving dinner<br />Stay off your thighs!<br />Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!<br /><br />Hee heee, this made me giggle!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-12358892681395091962008-11-25T07:48:00.003-05:002008-11-25T08:15:23.527-05:00Where to start...........and giving thanksI don't even know where to begin so much has happened since I last blogged and when was that, hmmmmmmmmmmm, I don't know an I should have checked so I don't repeat. Oh well I am to lazy. I am also suppose to be planning my second High-School reunion but that requires work too. The first one was a HUGE success and I am pattin myself on the back cause I was a lil nervous about how it would turn out. I will share some pics tomorrow, again requires work and I am not really up for that.<br /><br />My girls are 14 officially for a few weeks now and they haven't turned in to monsters, YEAH! I am thankful for this blessing!!!<br /><br />I found a new home for my Baby Doggie and I am sad. :( She is happy though and that is what matters to me. I am so thankful for this blessing...and Craigslist!<br /><br />One of my best friends moved and in to her OWN place with her husband and family and I am so thankful for that blessing.<br /><br />My bestest friend is coming for the holidays and I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO thankful and excited. Especially since I cried from missing her so much this past Sat. Thank you!!!!<br /><br />I reunited with friends I haven't seen since 91-92....and it was like no time had passed between us. We shared memories and good times and talked about growing up....most of us have kids that were our ages when we met and were sweatin big time as we reminisced. I am thankful for rekindled friendships, it is indeed a blessing.<br /><br />I bought a new camera, with 12x zoom, cause I NEED it!!!! Funny how many people tried to make claims on my other camera, duh, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO way!!! It is my favorite and this one will really only be used for long distance occasions. I love my camera, LOVE LOVE LOVE it (the original, not the new one) The new one is to big to carry around in my purse anyway. I am thankful that I was able to save the money to buy and then actually buy it. Being able to purchase a present for myself is a blessing!!!! <br /><br />I am thankful for many more things because I am soooooooooooo blessed however I could be here all day writing about them and never get the second reunion planned. Hopefully I can get some pics uploaded for W.W.<br /><br />THANK YOU JESUS for all my blessings and all the love that surrounds me everyday!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-61011986587693489152008-10-30T08:07:00.004-04:002008-10-30T12:52:03.194-04:00listening and learning<div>I hate trying to come up with a title when I just want to write what I want to write and be done. Maybe I should just write and not even think about the title and then go back to it after writing.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>So I have not been good about sticking with my initative to stay on top of this blog thing this week. I mean here it is Thursday, YEAH!!!!! Thursday again, already, how do the weeks keep flying by and when will it slow down. It seems I miss alot of the week but Thursdays they seem to stick out for me and maybe because it's one day before Friday and I love Fridays even if I have to be at work for 8 hours, which I don't hate. I enjoy coming to work and I am thankful for that.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Soooooooooooooooo...back to where i just wanted to write. Lots has been going on and my mind is racing and I am overwhelmed to a certain point with life, or maybe just other peoples lives, not really my own. My life, well, it is good and I am happy and my kids are wonderful, although they can do better in school. When people ask me how am I doing the first word that comes to mind is blessed, the second wonderful. and I know because I have had lots of how are yous this morning. My circle of friends however, it seems like lots is going on and not leaning towards wonderful. For me that is hard, one because I am a fixer, a care taker, a problem solver, a believer in this to shall pass, we WILL get through this and we can. AND...when it is one person in my circle it is okay I can take on the negative vibes and the whoa is me and HELP...when it feels like it is my whole circle, it affects me and HARD. I know I can not save the world but DAMNIT I will give it my best shot and try as hard as I can and give it my all when it comes to those around me and the people I love and care about. Reality as SMACKED me in the face that sometimes I can't do it all and I just have to pray and put all my faith in God and my friends and stand back. I am sure I have done this in the past too, but not a time that I can pull up out of my memories. Probably cause I try to ONLY store the good ones and let the bad ones go.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>My, what I thought was a permenant, sleepover has ended and it is a good thing. It is neat to sit back and watch your friends grow. Not really grow up but just grow as a person and for the better. It is even better when you watch that friend figure it out on their own and then you can cheer them on and support their own strengths they have drawn from and their own ideas and solutions. I have watched a lot of my closest friends really grow in the last year or two. I have seen some incredible changes and for the better. I have watched them learn about themselves and the stregnths they have within them and when to dig deep and pull it out. I have watched them go through things and have major success come out of it all and for me it is INCREDIBLE. I love it and it warms my heart and their success are mine as much as theirs so it encourages me and fills me with positive energy and fight and I love it!!! It has also taught me many things about myself, like how much of a freaking enabler I am!!!! I soothe, I coddle, I am the one that will convince you IT will be alright, but I am also recognizing that isn't always the best, nor does it always help the person at hand, my friend. The other thing I have learned it I chose TOUGH hard ass friends who give it to me straight and maybe expect the samething in return. I also make sure I have the one friend who will take care of my soul, my feelings, my emotions, the fact that I am beyond sensative and chose her words carefully and guess what...she is the one I run to first. She also gives it to me straight and tough but with an approach I can handle and actually listen to w/o running to the corner to hide. I tried to use what I ahve learned from her and how she deals with me to deal with this last craziness of the world and I think it made a diffence. I thank her for being the incredible friend she is and a great influence on me because I think she is an incredible woman all around. I am so grateful to have her in my life and to know when I am down I can call on her. I am so blessed to call her my friend and I am so lucky to have a friend like her in my corner which gives me the stregnth to be there for my many other best friends. I trust her and I listen to her and more importantly I hear her and I am so grateful to be so blessed and lucky to have someone like her in my life..someone I KNOW and am 1000% positive has my best interest at heart all the time everytime w/o a doubt. Thank you my soul mate, my friend, thank you for all your words and all the help!!!! I love you!!!!!!!!!!!</div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDE4u4ZNPS98Mh_0YO-d5AF2StmkKPipnRjiCESsGkg5yZ7qShMxmYngWNf5S-OwkeHL970IN8ZHTDgNjPoSPfJv33PE9bueN20fsLUGbTdG9EEGPH2t8kMDQSPfI-MRkz5riWDQ/s1600-h/ca6eda82ff2de5a373b8639ffa83920b.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262990582148903698" style="WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDE4u4ZNPS98Mh_0YO-d5AF2StmkKPipnRjiCESsGkg5yZ7qShMxmYngWNf5S-OwkeHL970IN8ZHTDgNjPoSPfJv33PE9bueN20fsLUGbTdG9EEGPH2t8kMDQSPfI-MRkz5riWDQ/s400/ca6eda82ff2de5a373b8639ffa83920b.gif" border="0" /></a>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-15530163284475569722008-10-22T07:53:00.004-04:002008-10-22T07:57:39.157-04:00W.W. 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I couldn't wait to get home and start my weekend!! YEAH! M.F. was suppose to come over and bring the girls their shoes he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">customed</span> designed for them. I didn't tell them, just in case he decided not to show. I started cooking dinner and hanging out with my girls, cleaning the kitchen and Ty says.."Is M.F. coming?" I look out the window and what do you know, he is here @ like 530. The girls attack him as he walks through the door, adorning him with hugs and love. Ty slickly (is that a word, I don't think so) asks about the boxes in hand. While I go back to cooking he finally gives in and gives them their shoes. They screamed with excitement and jumped up and down, more hugs and love, more screams. You could see the excitement in their eyes. We ate dinner and hung out. It was a nice night.<br /><br />The Shoes...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdlGb-kdmGj1WaEwrL1YKx5lUsaIEaGpF5WwK0DSkucgl-p2zoJC8xwMzlHH6oSp9_EmOns1CleXejplNDkmkzjYADv8Hou5HR5PR_frXqPb3wuN7oRtx3l08itdeQL5zR_DY-g/s1600-h/xcxcz.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259583598631668066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqdlGb-kdmGj1WaEwrL1YKx5lUsaIEaGpF5WwK0DSkucgl-p2zoJC8xwMzlHH6oSp9_EmOns1CleXejplNDkmkzjYADv8Hou5HR5PR_frXqPb3wuN7oRtx3l08itdeQL5zR_DY-g/s400/xcxcz.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3VZovLbub4RMH4N5YWx3EoEAj54jlxCiptNhgN_oErB76Q5YDAWi0Vwl_HvGR-nLt6iwgJLn99M0nx8-4kkGm3hyphenhyphenqV-a2m61worWD2bIhq64anbqLNBgzYUqIDlsn-XDwQG8pw/s1600-h/xczxczxc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259583602671658434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF3VZovLbub4RMH4N5YWx3EoEAj54jlxCiptNhgN_oErB76Q5YDAWi0Vwl_HvGR-nLt6iwgJLn99M0nx8-4kkGm3hyphenhyphenqV-a2m61worWD2bIhq64anbqLNBgzYUqIDlsn-XDwQG8pw/s400/xczxczxc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saturday I slept in..made some breakfast..watched some Lifetime and headed over to J's house for a gathering of the sisters. The girls were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">soooo</span> very excited to see their sisters. J bought pumpkins for them to carve also. We drove the long drive there and hung out for a few hours, it was really nice. The girls had a wonderful time together.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_Tph5ya1gxb6lQiit3gzONiq32AqaIANjJmH1TmrBMTjngJpC-ZKeSmnkeiO7g5Exz7S3EjVfQGPLmHCpezSeMlyzBiCQq7zB6gwnTPZLGnplMplzrMrLt7mczfOcO4lepPI6A/s1600-h/sister.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259584426355837874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2_Tph5ya1gxb6lQiit3gzONiq32AqaIANjJmH1TmrBMTjngJpC-ZKeSmnkeiO7g5Exz7S3EjVfQGPLmHCpezSeMlyzBiCQq7zB6gwnTPZLGnplMplzrMrLt7mczfOcO4lepPI6A/s400/sister.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5COxc-FaKyY5MzQi4BYwE-KgbPz5tfnBo_Jrheaofis7anf6gdGEgnZ-j8tsCuIkPmZ94JM2drJBW98CjeRoULBUEnPMbpnSKl66ehJsSSyqM9vNjVpOatyiXRmKnxlUeeYJAQ/s1600-h/ghfghfg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259584435320966562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp5COxc-FaKyY5MzQi4BYwE-KgbPz5tfnBo_Jrheaofis7anf6gdGEgnZ-j8tsCuIkPmZ94JM2drJBW98CjeRoULBUEnPMbpnSKl66ehJsSSyqM9vNjVpOatyiXRmKnxlUeeYJAQ/s400/ghfghfg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8bzfRDuW_rp3zJHgSWAnPlhfKo2lGSx1kDyy1mYJu2wJtgTJ_nVw3ywJ-gmcjGYtWP7AkvXnbpQ4MH632w0q08cNMFMhLdzWq4npOmqrhCL7SAhOU8efray_NyAdsezPgol6VA/s1600-h/gdfgfd.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259584439544923106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8bzfRDuW_rp3zJHgSWAnPlhfKo2lGSx1kDyy1mYJu2wJtgTJ_nVw3ywJ-gmcjGYtWP7AkvXnbpQ4MH632w0q08cNMFMhLdzWq4npOmqrhCL7SAhOU8efray_NyAdsezPgol6VA/s400/gdfgfd.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKes6dbtlDu1P4fts0lOHDuBN8E60h97jvV3x0cWsMARoDIDRZrti0n2GOVRyeqS7wI-9EdZQqpr0c0mDiu3A1PhFPbgThk80vjo7lMVqEfs62V_6nYppjcAaPRYBt1KzsfAGsCA/s1600-h/jfkjfhlh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259584438565657762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKes6dbtlDu1P4fts0lOHDuBN8E60h97jvV3x0cWsMARoDIDRZrti0n2GOVRyeqS7wI-9EdZQqpr0c0mDiu3A1PhFPbgThk80vjo7lMVqEfs62V_6nYppjcAaPRYBt1KzsfAGsCA/s400/jfkjfhlh.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Sat. night Ty had a friend over and Trish stayed with her sister T.<br /><br />Sunday we went apple picking, the girls and their friends and I.<br /><br />Pics to come!!!!!!!! :)Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-48845382736999276922008-10-14T08:14:00.004-04:002008-10-15T08:31:05.108-04:00Stress.....when it sneaks up on youI had a weekend...filled with fun, excitement, friends, good times, and a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">lil</span> bit of stress thrown in there. Friday night Aim and I went to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Annandale</span> H.S. Homecoming football game. We planned to have a mini reunion and watch the game. Aim came to my house after work and we hung out and then changed clothes. As we are getting ready it felt just like it did <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ehhhmmmm</span> many years ago when we would get ready to go to a game. ;) It was a funny feeling and one I have found myself experiencing lots lately...with her in particular. We got to the game late...parked far away cause it was PACKED!! I don't remember it being like that and Aim brought up a good point, it's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cause</span> we used to walk to the game...parking wasn't an issue. So we met up with our former <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">AHS</span> friends and sat on the other side, cause it was NUTS. Aim and I purchased <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">AHS</span> shirts to represent on the other side in the stands. We had a great time. We went to Glory Days and ate good and talked.<br /><br /><br /><br />Sat. was another story it started off great!! I went to meet my carpool guys so they could change my breaks, because THEY were not feeling safe. I was supposed to be Apple Picking, but they got my priorities straight and I went there instead. We had a nice time until the I hear the guys make some noises and use some words that should be while putting on breaks. I went outside and my tires are shining from across the lawn...hmmmmm...that's not normal. The insides of my tires were <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">sooooooooooooooooooo</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">worns</span> that they were reflecting the sun. All I can think is, this can't be good. I have worn tires down to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">lil</span> pieces of straight metal. So I went and got some tires put on and that was that. <br /><br />By Monday morning I felt super guilty for being as upset as I was over something so minor with all the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">chaos</span> in the world today!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-6621549715292530802008-10-09T07:57:00.003-04:002008-10-09T08:10:38.153-04:00W.W. on Thursday....I forgot yesterday was W.W.FAMILY!!!!!! This is mine...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoOf7gOr_nAMlOoueywoextVcCvLTU1Q5CsY1oSHJliIgQ-htxfEPcR1c4tE2posvslKeosB5rxxuawMsuozOPBcXa4gbVIAJ0Iu3QtYw-pIWXPmlBI2QKIXvLOTR2iZl3hW9kg/s1600-h/of=50,590,442.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255123003291128626" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKoOf7gOr_nAMlOoueywoextVcCvLTU1Q5CsY1oSHJliIgQ-htxfEPcR1c4tE2posvslKeosB5rxxuawMsuozOPBcXa4gbVIAJ0Iu3QtYw-pIWXPmlBI2QKIXvLOTR2iZl3hW9kg/s400/of=50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />FAMILY!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br />Friends<br />Amazing<br />Mine<br />Incredible<br />Love<br />YearsHarmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-33917156822989095652008-10-07T07:54:00.003-04:002008-10-08T08:09:44.256-04:00That AGE.............This past weekend really woke me up as far as my girls are getting older and not wanting to do all the fun things we did when they were younger (ummm, this past summer). We went to a fall festival and I was so excited to go on the hay ride, paint pumpkins, and make a scarecrow....my girls, not so much!!! Now granted there were lots of other things going on, but those things that I was looking forward to doing with them they replied, "No thanks Mom". It made me sad. I am so glad I raised them to be nature children and appreciate the beauty of the outdoors, because I still got that. This weekend we are going apple picking and they are thrilled. They love camping and hiking and even just going for walks to watch the sunset. I acted like a two yr old when it hit me that they are maturing and told them I was going to have more kids so I would have someone that wants to hangout with me. Of course they objected like you wouldn't believe and then went to the pet-a-pet farm with me!! ;) I win!!! A big group of us went so I my lil protege' that wanted to take pictures and ride the ponies and do alllll the fun things Auntie! So I spent most of my time with my lil baby!!! On Sunday we did my company picnic and had more quality time together. I love my lil girls/young ladies and I am learning to accept they are growing up!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-62961420832829192692008-10-01T21:50:00.002-04:002008-10-01T22:35:05.709-04:00W.W. 18 years laterThen 1990<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWCEA6ZHpku1il4CT69TuVo63oCOeJeQg1SCPpjwmmozDjZBh7PgW2L0CAySvK4C1ND4rcI8FD3Kub_0sCS813dXAify0KCIXFrzyg3f8bq4xGw8raoLtzpx4mN10-MTNmqdbBg/s1600-h/n670057258_826111_8351.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252378430703564114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGWCEA6ZHpku1il4CT69TuVo63oCOeJeQg1SCPpjwmmozDjZBh7PgW2L0CAySvK4C1ND4rcI8FD3Kub_0sCS813dXAify0KCIXFrzyg3f8bq4xGw8raoLtzpx4mN10-MTNmqdbBg/s320/n670057258_826111_8351.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Now 2008<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW17aVU5EM4s_a3Eum3y5rZnvw83JaV5DUAScmX0egyCc7wiH8-5QoROFEAqQTeQDVBOkviCD9Dj3PFkVTXGj1xxFcPAW71BJyOEhHex6WfkFwqFyIytEDAq7ifax74oaEJamrGw/s1600-h/l_e8c48d39f3d9fb040233648f1c45caaa[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252379067452136066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW17aVU5EM4s_a3Eum3y5rZnvw83JaV5DUAScmX0egyCc7wiH8-5QoROFEAqQTeQDVBOkviCD9Dj3PFkVTXGj1xxFcPAW71BJyOEhHex6WfkFwqFyIytEDAq7ifax74oaEJamrGw/s320/l_e8c48d39f3d9fb040233648f1c45caaa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-9441870446239927052008-09-30T07:57:00.005-04:002008-09-30T08:41:10.190-04:00The first dance of the year and I got issuesThis past weekend the Princess and I had a little run in. She doesn't always tell the truth and I have a serious problem with that so when she is confronted about something it's so hard to believe her. After work on Friday I went by the school to try to get in to the dance they were having to take some pictures for them, at their request. When I got there, I spotted Ty dancing and didn't want to bother her and Princess was not where to be found....until......I see her being dragged out of the crowd by a teacher and a boy in the teacher's other hand. So I sit back and watch, because it's not like I was suppose to be there. I see Tricia's lil hands all over the place and she is on the verge of tears while Mr. Teenage boy is just standing with his arms crossed all tough. So after a few minutes of watching this when it looks like things have calmed down I walk over and don't even look at Princess. I ask the teacher if everything is okay and she says in a stern tone, BTW I don't care for this teacher to begin with so it is tough trying to be nice to her, "Is one of these yours?" and I tell her Princess is my daughter and she goes on to say this young man was dancing very close to on her backside and had his hands on her hips, oh and "I don't know what you allow, but we don't allow at home but we don't allow that here. Princess starts right away explaining how she didn't know. I am irritate at her and with her and I don't know if she is telling the truth so I go off on her. The teacher starts in on the boy while I am speaking to my daughter. The teacher starts to walk away and so does the boy and I say HOLD IT to which he responds "Yea"....EXXXXXCUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE me.... "Yes, Ma'am". I finish talking to Trish and tell him to come here. NOW.........when the teacher started talking to him I hear his name, the same boy that tried to smack my daughter on the butt that I am not suppose to know about cause I am not reading their blogs, so I am really PISSED. So I send Trish away and he asks if he can say something and I don't let him I say my piece first..."Don't you EVER put your hands on my children again, do you know who my children are? If I hear of you touching my daughters' inappropriately we will have a REEEEEAAAAAAALLLLLL problem, do you understand me? If you need your Mom or Dad to talk to me I am happy to give you my cell phone number if we have any problems or lack of communication, do we? I am not playin with you, do not put your hands on my girls, got it?" All he says in a low voice lookin at me like I am CRAZZZZZZZZZZy white woman is Yes ma'am. To which I respond GOOD! then he asks if he can say something meanwhile I need to walk away so I don't strangle him, the lil boy who I have to look up to to yell at, arrrrrrrrrrrggggggg. I think I could take him!!! I was pretty fired up. ;) Just kidding I only beat my own kids. LOL So, he tells me that he wasn't even touching princess. That he turned and said to his boy look at this and put his hands around her waist but didn't touch her. he demonstrated. WHATEVER is what I wanted to say but instead I said, Don't put your hands on my kids, got it! He said yes and as he was walking away, I know I just need to shut up, I said I got my eyes on you. So 15 minutes later when he looks over at me I motion to him that I am watching him and his eyes just get big. I know I could have handled that differently I am sure and I thought about it after the fact realizing I should count to ten before I speak when I am upset. So after the dance the girls and a group of friends, including tall boy that all the girls are falling all over walk over to me so I can take a pic. Princess wraps her hands around this boy to take the pic and his hands fly in the air like, "I ain't touchin her" and he looks scared. I say you can take a pic with her I just don't want you to INAPPROPRIATELY putting your hands on them, do you know what that means or I can explain it to you?" He just shakes his head yes and I realize I just said that in front of all the friends, so I try to make all the boys feel stupid by saying and that goes for all of you!!! Princess looked proud and Ty looked like she wanted to crawl under a rock. OH WELL!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-55849232459256530882008-09-23T07:58:00.002-04:002008-09-23T08:29:48.198-04:00TeenagersIt's so hard having teenagers, all the horrible stories you hear, well I hear from all my coworkers and other people in my life, all the hard times they have been through , the testing and the fights, thinking back to my memories as a teen and how INCREDIBLY challenging I was. HOLY COW, those memories are the only ones I need to be skeptical, leery, cautious, nosey and everything else I find myself being. I don't like it though, but I hear my Mother's words ringing in the back of my head....."You are so naive, just like I was, remember when you told me this, when you did this" and it raises all kinds of flags. I keep telling myself that MY girls are NOT me. They have not gone through the things I did as a child, they have not been exposed to the things I was as a child and more importantly they are not being raised the way I was as a child. <br /><br />HOWEVER...even with all that said....trust has to be earned, right! I do not want to let my guard down and regret it. The other side of that is I feel a little, very little guilty about snooping, eavesdropping and reading of the notes/blogs. And I think because really I have found NOTHING. They are only 13 though, but today that doesn't mean anything either from some of the stuff they have shared with me.<br /><br />I do feel blessed that we are very close and they feel comfortable telling me about stuff their friends do that they don't approve of and sharing who uses bad language, who has kissed a boy already, who sneaks on the phone late at night, but then all my suspicions raise like...they must be doing these things to and seeing how I am going to react...a little trick I did with my Mom at that age. Who knows, parenting is hard, single parenting is super hard. I pray hard every night for them, their values and for me to continue to be the best parent I can be to them, but by the time you know, as a parent you did a good/bad job, it is to late to change anything.<br /><br />So alllllllllll this stemmed from this past weekend, Ty spent the night at a friends (a new friend I hadn't met yet, always leary of the new ones) and then she stayed at our house the following night. She seemed VERY sweet and very respectful, innocent and happy young lady. I met her Mom on Friday and she gave me good vibes as well. SOOOOOOOO, she has a myspace account, which I am not fond of, but whatever..... and she was on it and they girls were uploading pics I had taken of them and her Mom came to pick her up and so she didn't sign out. HERE I GO!!!! I closed my door and locked it and started reading, feeling guilty and nervous about what I might find but it's for my kids, I need to know who they are hanging out with. After reading more then I could stand....really searching for a nugget of some bad thing, I found nothing. GUILT really set in. She is as sweet as she appears and even more so. She is a good friend. She is focused on school and her studies and she values her friendships. So, I am good!!! <br /><br />AM I WRONG??????? What every mother out there done the same thing??? AM I CRAZY??? As soon as they turn 14 am I going to be worse??? I sure hope not cause more then anything i don't want to push them away with my craziness. <br /><br />Here are a few pics from this past weekend<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpyl0VhKBc1OrvNKbTKKr9OnAg2QsGk2IOan2wIgJRBQ4ovmgxbL0xqHr0csogqmQ3LH-CqmsLTKfFeEfKg-7O7-PlCnezSso-FlLdyKRnoYQ9I35Xt0NhL5HDAz6hOnHXVhvKA/s1600-h/rockin+out.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpyl0VhKBc1OrvNKbTKKr9OnAg2QsGk2IOan2wIgJRBQ4ovmgxbL0xqHr0csogqmQ3LH-CqmsLTKfFeEfKg-7O7-PlCnezSso-FlLdyKRnoYQ9I35Xt0NhL5HDAz6hOnHXVhvKA/s320/rockin+out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192824311197186" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoYbagbECLzXuTJwCFmL9C9DdWEk0VLG0jQzWd0U_bWTaZFBDaPONECTuijTszhVI1nXaMw59OOOxH6Qc2tbUj3Wme9-V1jnD_0uefXzTZ69Xn0ZMM2utY99Gdpm3MJK_7UU1vQ/s1600-h/star.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcoYbagbECLzXuTJwCFmL9C9DdWEk0VLG0jQzWd0U_bWTaZFBDaPONECTuijTszhVI1nXaMw59OOOxH6Qc2tbUj3Wme9-V1jnD_0uefXzTZ69Xn0ZMM2utY99Gdpm3MJK_7UU1vQ/s320/star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192821427941810" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlyxyCm3q1D9BkOUPUtDPBnOrKY5KdNiV_RYUFWT5OYCGKOU0zN2l71yg43UlxA7RFVJT5hM2BfsxCrgdratZAeAC42l7UflFmVhG269XijCNx7d34pSidX-G6HlwpY6soKsYrg/s1600-h/Ty+jump.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivlyxyCm3q1D9BkOUPUtDPBnOrKY5KdNiV_RYUFWT5OYCGKOU0zN2l71yg43UlxA7RFVJT5hM2BfsxCrgdratZAeAC42l7UflFmVhG269XijCNx7d34pSidX-G6HlwpY6soKsYrg/s320/Ty+jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192827231136850" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0VcMAm3CvL0Aku5jTHdJpQ4bsTe2ymLxlqkRd_qTJr4ueRptP_Jgopf0Djj9bxKQNy7n5dEx81HyChyphenhyphenTM8SjHbdSFy4-XSnMklmZe59dVenfz3bRKgGZM74NflPB111pYnP6UA/s1600-h/love+this.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW0VcMAm3CvL0Aku5jTHdJpQ4bsTe2ymLxlqkRd_qTJr4ueRptP_Jgopf0Djj9bxKQNy7n5dEx81HyChyphenhyphenTM8SjHbdSFy4-XSnMklmZe59dVenfz3bRKgGZM74NflPB111pYnP6UA/s320/love+this.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249192830243187794" /></a>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-44826984831798020822008-09-17T08:11:00.007-04:002008-09-17T08:58:49.851-04:00W.W. Friends for Always Family ForeverHow do they go from this.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbl_9bnDSR-gnxQACaaRh9nUlyMt88V5f_1zCzpIiBy9yAtYA_jw5NwRAgTArBJTcIEU9hmg0uLldSFqkKJJp9kTZQZISKrsGdZK5mVLbs0fKa6eREIjyQMIhrQJatU0aExu-73w/s1600-h/Ej+and+Ty+lilttle.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246973105593192994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbl_9bnDSR-gnxQACaaRh9nUlyMt88V5f_1zCzpIiBy9yAtYA_jw5NwRAgTArBJTcIEU9hmg0uLldSFqkKJJp9kTZQZISKrsGdZK5mVLbs0fKa6eREIjyQMIhrQJatU0aExu-73w/s320/Ej+and+Ty+lilttle.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8fCyKnllyTrsYeCnbchTqpTybIhHHmzAy5D-oTjJ-hLdMlAzQXlCQQOUKW9gWWxqcDlsvoMw6-jfVeh17YuK3W8iGv74MTDs0W_oD1pVEtjPH39U66ti8sn_HF1GtIrQJZnL7A/s1600-h/Ej+and+Ty+Dancing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246973108335740882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK8fCyKnllyTrsYeCnbchTqpTybIhHHmzAy5D-oTjJ-hLdMlAzQXlCQQOUKW9gWWxqcDlsvoMw6-jfVeh17YuK3W8iGv74MTDs0W_oD1pVEtjPH39U66ti8sn_HF1GtIrQJZnL7A/s320/Ej+and+Ty+Dancing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvg0TxWO_iXVms84WK58AS0FigfqP_a25jsb4TOO1qS1vgfdQrQr_9Jyy9MnZ13Idj5NXkakW8J262sjli3-wy13bJjglKDNuOVhK0ngFvUEjsheHJ9IjPhRX3DjXWFJTXJhCog/s1600-h/Ej+and+Ty+toddler.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246973110570628818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVvg0TxWO_iXVms84WK58AS0FigfqP_a25jsb4TOO1qS1vgfdQrQr_9Jyy9MnZ13Idj5NXkakW8J262sjli3-wy13bJjglKDNuOVhK0ngFvUEjsheHJ9IjPhRX3DjXWFJTXJhCog/s320/Ej+and+Ty+toddler.jpg" border="0" /></a> (Soooooooo cute)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQXYrfeDjkomOR00fa5TJj1SMLcLfmdX7qg8Hd3HfirmnzPpNEWA3O2ZHE1-YGGD3GpaIr2USraUKB3Nxbsol7aJVLxeAVWHOFiH94qOH2EWvvXAcfFw6SkHDu_PbO6zDsOeWjA/s1600-h/Ej+and+Ty+a+little+older.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246973112829981170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZQXYrfeDjkomOR00fa5TJj1SMLcLfmdX7qg8Hd3HfirmnzPpNEWA3O2ZHE1-YGGD3GpaIr2USraUKB3Nxbsol7aJVLxeAVWHOFiH94qOH2EWvvXAcfFw6SkHDu_PbO6zDsOeWjA/s320/Ej+and+Ty+a+little+older.jpg" border="0" /></a> (Ty is always on that side, funny)<br /><br /><br />to this<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYJggj2S5D2bWW8-ihaIOCU5DzYkduCE7SvoxsHhqa5EqQhr4DjKlhmPwSE6-lQbu_OWRYnB4d1yvlVS97XKm9p1HqMlOnukfnnCtVbkTvZEbHOjs4gjWb4lte2OTg7M4GF3BBA/s1600-h/friends+forever.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246962228534132066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsYJggj2S5D2bWW8-ihaIOCU5DzYkduCE7SvoxsHhqa5EqQhr4DjKlhmPwSE6-lQbu_OWRYnB4d1yvlVS97XKm9p1HqMlOnukfnnCtVbkTvZEbHOjs4gjWb4lte2OTg7M4GF3BBA/s320/friends+forever.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Where does the time go????????<br /><br /><div></div>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-84085867898618031822008-09-16T21:23:00.004-04:002008-09-16T21:34:29.985-04:00My growing girls,,I am trying to stick with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">what I</span> said and write. This whole weekend I was pretty much laid up cause I hurt my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">freakin</span> back again!!! The girls were so good to me and taking care of me. I am so proud of them sometimes. If I could just teach them how to be neat and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">tidy</span> they might be perfect. ;)<br /><br />Today I had a very grown up <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">conversation</span> with them, one I was nervous about. One I wasn't sure how they would react, but knowing them as well as I do, I was okay with whatever the reaction would be. It is a very personal matter, having to do with their dad, but they stepped up as I anticipated and I am so proud of them. I am so proud of how mature they handle my questions and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">reacted</span>. I have never said an ill word to them about their Dad. I have never pulled them in one way or another from him. He chose to live the life he has and go down the path he did. When he met them when they were four I gave him every opportunity to be a father. I made every effort possible, gave 110% when he gave 2%. Now, at age almost 14 they are wiser then I expected and although they hurt as a result of his actions they will step up to the plate when it comes to protecting their little sisters from the same hurt and the same pain they went through of having an in and out part time Dad. Although they still don't understand they situation and why they haven't seen him in over two years and why he continues to fight to see the two little ones, none of that matter when it came down to them standing up to him. Well not yet, but maybe down the road. They are ready to step up if they have to.<br /><br />My once little precious babies that I could hold both in one arm have grown in to two mature young ladies with a conscience and mind that makes good decisions from the heart. I am so proud of you two, more proud then I can ever show you, but I hope tonight when we talked you could see the sparkles in my eyes that are you!!!!!!! Mommy loves you!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-8197278306982317612008-09-11T07:46:00.002-04:002008-09-11T08:05:58.705-04:00Back to school night 8th grade style!!!!I went to back to school night last night. I always enjoy back to school night because I like to meet my girls teachers and see what they are in for. I like to be prepared to know how I can help them and what the expectations are. Well was I in for a surprise last night...who knew?? Not me!! 8<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> grade, completely different from all the previous years..different grading and different teaching. HOLY COW. I think 8/9 out of the 12 teachers I saw last night (cause I have to try to get to two classes for every ONE slot they give you, so I can meet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">alllll</span> the teachers) said "These kids are grown up now.....blah blah blah" WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????? What do you mean..my babies!!!! Then they would say something like, "They are 13/14 and it is time for them to grown up." Well yes I guess it is but ...... my babies!!! So, it was an eye opener for me. They all kept saying how they treat them as high <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">schoolers</span> and really give them a taste so they are ready for next year "when they are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">among</span> 17/18/ and even some 19 year <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">olds</span>". My tummy flip flopped. I am really not ready for this but I can only imagine how they are going to feel. I don't remember being scared going in to high school, but probably cause I knew a lot of the older kids....I remember being very comfortable. They have a lot more freedom too, as far as going to their lockers and being in the halls. Last two years they were only allowed to go to their lockers at certain times a day and I think only three total. This year they can pretty much go before/after every class, but if they are late to any class four times they get after school suspension. I guess teaching them time management. It's good for them!<br /><br />ANYWAY... so the teachers all seem pretty good, some super strict and tough, but I like that. I think tough is good!!! I think the tough teachers are the ones that make a difference. They have a lot more male teachers this year too, something else new for them. So, I was there from 630 to 910, and met 12 teachers, one was out for surgery and had a god night. I was sad to that there was so little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">participation</span> on the parents part. These teachers taught our children <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">allllll</span> day and stayed at the school in to the evening and you can't come out to meet them.....I don't like it. This school has very low parent <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">participation</span>. At back to school night at their previous school there were so many parents that came (mom and dad of many of the kids) that there were never enough seats in the class. One of the classes I went to last night had about 7 parents in it and that was the most. :( <br /><br />Parents out there: GET INVOLVED with your kids and the schools!!!!!!!!!!!!! I don't think any parents read my blog but just in case someone stumbles upon it!!!!!!!!!!!! ;)Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-46736328201836348082008-09-10T08:24:00.003-04:002008-09-10T08:45:44.996-04:00Wordless Wednesday - Growing up2004<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0YcJbAM1jtpvvhw4h_z_n0A68KaaB-bZtI_n0emz2Iuk5jA4-lDOAjzRL1F1seDC3dhE3bTviOCZHGzFEPSdhNShxSMvMx1MYmegVlQ-_0uUfKsNWWn7wS5BmLGGwQJ3UZ5iDQ/s1600-h/dsgsdfg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244368413191567378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju0YcJbAM1jtpvvhw4h_z_n0A68KaaB-bZtI_n0emz2Iuk5jA4-lDOAjzRL1F1seDC3dhE3bTviOCZHGzFEPSdhNShxSMvMx1MYmegVlQ-_0uUfKsNWWn7wS5BmLGGwQJ3UZ5iDQ/s320/dsgsdfg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br />2006<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePCjkYFc-dkzcC8ULjSKt2m5fTRBIVkWFG84FCFuAOfDpf5gIB8PLg_Ez7BN7Bur4PYA3spjjB-T1UGQD-5MGSsRiVpc0Ngbqexf1RcZqWnO1kMJO1QQQMuon83AhILKsnEWWig/s1600-h/786641122206_0_ALB.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244367883073143506" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgePCjkYFc-dkzcC8ULjSKt2m5fTRBIVkWFG84FCFuAOfDpf5gIB8PLg_Ez7BN7Bur4PYA3spjjB-T1UGQD-5MGSsRiVpc0Ngbqexf1RcZqWnO1kMJO1QQQMuon83AhILKsnEWWig/s320/786641122206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />2008<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvjcSy8sSCKZSsWM364DzH0No_U85vdBfVGXDZeCta_uUOGlTIhNTv9dFFbXkTu6Fj-o6ePk-V2GxoBBtAd2FgjhhZDAVkc83pa5wa_adR3WCEhj5O4p44cG2J8dYQeq8hzh9JQ/s1600-h/sdggnghj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244367882747560098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvjcSy8sSCKZSsWM364DzH0No_U85vdBfVGXDZeCta_uUOGlTIhNTv9dFFbXkTu6Fj-o6ePk-V2GxoBBtAd2FgjhhZDAVkc83pa5wa_adR3WCEhj5O4p44cG2J8dYQeq8hzh9JQ/s320/sdggnghj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-87299133373909646152008-09-09T08:02:00.003-04:002008-09-09T08:13:02.183-04:00Kids are funny, especially toddlersSo, on our long trip to Fl the baby sat in the middle of me and B. As the sun came up and we were getting closer she suddenly became super awake and super bored. I started playing the What does the ____ say/do" game with her. She really loves this game and singing also. So we are going through the basic animals; cat, dog, cow, sheep...you know all the ones kids that age know. I was saying the animal noises with her too. Then we get to piggy. Oh the piggy, which most kids will say "Oink, Oink"...me I like to snort cause it's funny to see the lil ones react and my kids loved it when they were little. Adri belts out with laughter and then she tries to do it also. This had us laughing so hard we almost had to pull over, Adri laughed with us too. "Auntie, again, again" Of course I broke out the camera because her piggy face snorting was the CUTEST ever. We also made fishes faces which entertained for at least 30 more minutes. How cute is this munchkin....<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB38jThJlo5Vcc3GRLKy9UG5dYApDKgyEGQdJGSKvvF1mQouw0tjNhciYXyXCCZPll0hO8ma1b7IF52iT_ddsgA4lGyXsSeF8PjlVQuyPgGxo5DSDE083_I2RBB4E_OwgJHWfoEw/s1600-h/piggy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243992997564807922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB38jThJlo5Vcc3GRLKy9UG5dYApDKgyEGQdJGSKvvF1mQouw0tjNhciYXyXCCZPll0hO8ma1b7IF52iT_ddsgA4lGyXsSeF8PjlVQuyPgGxo5DSDE083_I2RBB4E_OwgJHWfoEw/s320/piggy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Piggy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ogMjpSU2-zgPwShEUMjVc3BrXC6yegj7E-PpEtrA7_v6thgnoYemTkQETtaX09RTbv7Yx8d47cdmWpPRg9B1Zv3I_-DM3HtDX71j5WWq-suP57DcSGjIMFhixqHuU-0IhCT9sA/s1600-h/piggy2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243992996824530210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ogMjpSU2-zgPwShEUMjVc3BrXC6yegj7E-PpEtrA7_v6thgnoYemTkQETtaX09RTbv7Yx8d47cdmWpPRg9B1Zv3I_-DM3HtDX71j5WWq-suP57DcSGjIMFhixqHuU-0IhCT9sA/s320/piggy2.jpg" border="0" /></a>Piggy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXpyA6M2cqftipyg9mn2aqiyOMVLzecvS5XFhgNsY9wcT-sTdYsXm8vA9SyLmZEx1kdtFhkecxBALBolv6yv4EPbt60dd-xIQD1LyCP92ZLhoR4e0hwbWnVRR68FNX5RnRszB26Q/s1600-h/fishy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243992999128677474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXpyA6M2cqftipyg9mn2aqiyOMVLzecvS5XFhgNsY9wcT-sTdYsXm8vA9SyLmZEx1kdtFhkecxBALBolv6yv4EPbt60dd-xIQD1LyCP92ZLhoR4e0hwbWnVRR68FNX5RnRszB26Q/s320/fishy.jpg" border="0" /></a> Fishy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqfDsOU3zn8v5RvsUnbVWdg25y84y8SU0FO4vI7frpTvo1Gh-t6FyXyqHy1kOQtLCDmxbCAi7Mnkap4B0xC7XkRwiFmTxuNcQZUlR2hYg4Q9RirOdvm87KE_TmIEYqZSna_zcaQ/s1600-h/fishy2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243993006169834194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHqfDsOU3zn8v5RvsUnbVWdg25y84y8SU0FO4vI7frpTvo1Gh-t6FyXyqHy1kOQtLCDmxbCAi7Mnkap4B0xC7XkRwiFmTxuNcQZUlR2hYg4Q9RirOdvm87KE_TmIEYqZSna_zcaQ/s320/fishy2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Fishy </p><p>I love her!!!!! I wish I took a viseo of the piggy!! Note to self: take video of piggy!!<br /></p>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-38206438777265105452008-09-08T21:25:00.003-04:002008-09-08T21:56:31.117-04:00Why I can't seem to blogSo I want to blog/write/journal/update.....<br /><br />My issue is that everytime I think about doing it I think where do I begin because it's been so long since the last time and there is sooo much I want to write and document. hmmmmm This is my block, this is the reason I can't get it together. ARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGG I am frustrated.<br /><br />Sooooo, I went to FL with the girls and B and her fam, S. too. We drove 13 hrs there actually I think it was more like 14 but I lost track. It wasn't so bad going, coming home was a different story though. We were crammed in and we got a flat in the first two hours of driving. :(<br /><br />While we were in FL we went to Sea World a GAZILLLLION times. No seriously we went everyday except one and sometimes several times a day. I think by day five we actually saw everything and every show. How do people do it one day I dont know. The one day we didn't go we were at Busch Gardens allllllllllllll day. It was great but we were so freakin tired by the ride home, even the kids. We did get to see a lot of cool animals. Actually I have seen more animals this year then I think ever in my life. I took alot of pics. WAY too many. I think I took almost 2000 that week in FL. Maybe 1500. A LOT is what I know. How can I go through that many pics to share some? ;) Hmmmmm Way to hard. It was amazing vacation and also the first full week I have taken off in six years. Okay gonna share a few photos.<br /><br /><br /><br />Before I do though I am going to commit to trying to update on Mondays about the weekend, Wordless Wednesdays, cause that should be easy to do, I have seen lots of bloggers do it and I like it, and on Thursday or Friday. Okay can I hold myself to this PLEASE!!!! I have made a new pack with my girls... they are not allowed to get on the computer unless they write for 15 minutes first. Sooo, if I am gonna hold them to that I have to hold myself to writing also.<br /><br /><br /><br />My life is not very exciting but there are things I want to remember moments with friends and my girls that if I do not make my lazy but type them I will forget them. I should make that my title so I can remind myself. Any of my wonderful friends out there that may check in here once in a while, please shoot me an email to remind me it is time to write again.<br /><br /><br /><br />Okay that is all...time for a few pics.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBQckww95_r2v-IR6osRbozc4cMoOg_E_L5CQ6mAE1hW8WGtkqHlmhYXTeYV7glpN0Rh77tRu3ygButS3GaWKQkk4K1gpxSdVzwI1SvJC28N5OIS3jKxcYGmauIPud3Dt0hhDbA/s1600-h/DSCF9595.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833922247406114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioBQckww95_r2v-IR6osRbozc4cMoOg_E_L5CQ6mAE1hW8WGtkqHlmhYXTeYV7glpN0Rh77tRu3ygButS3GaWKQkk4K1gpxSdVzwI1SvJC28N5OIS3jKxcYGmauIPud3Dt0hhDbA/s320/DSCF9595.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0M6nyGWAx32M7h2oPQExJpByCauiooGcjZTIMbs-GEJAD946b4HLnu58jHhCKnrSi0S5V4eRGOTxbldlh8Smy7pOLi_IhyphenhyphenbF34SI7pcAL9CZxgBhmKsNB58gWLMpV1kqf6f2Pg/s1600-h/DSCF0204.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833927380300322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV0M6nyGWAx32M7h2oPQExJpByCauiooGcjZTIMbs-GEJAD946b4HLnu58jHhCKnrSi0S5V4eRGOTxbldlh8Smy7pOLi_IhyphenhyphenbF34SI7pcAL9CZxgBhmKsNB58gWLMpV1kqf6f2Pg/s320/DSCF0204.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPdp6W1RXJXBsjh0j8JvT1wAHS39nTBaVidzrIOSaPO4ffClE07CoHj5nNGuzf1QSOXro36Z9fjnNThWPkF8hnMrRet0MIMFVrDRpP6Qk9poprxKwX3qRAnvVML_EnvgZ3d0Yag/s1600-h/PICT0193.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833929546966898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdPdp6W1RXJXBsjh0j8JvT1wAHS39nTBaVidzrIOSaPO4ffClE07CoHj5nNGuzf1QSOXro36Z9fjnNThWPkF8hnMrRet0MIMFVrDRpP6Qk9poprxKwX3qRAnvVML_EnvgZ3d0Yag/s320/PICT0193.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0f4zjKy0bbEGqsUef3achHLzHs-BNDfnMVBy_xs1jo2PLTDjPjaN6yvCbZ9fOgVsz9jAGGdjUqG6WJMSLK3BFqIzM5ReyloFkkgt8hByHTQ7j_LKXVzrdHOKuBAUv3ot4gO-lA/s1600-h/PICT0152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833941626603666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia0f4zjKy0bbEGqsUef3achHLzHs-BNDfnMVBy_xs1jo2PLTDjPjaN6yvCbZ9fOgVsz9jAGGdjUqG6WJMSLK3BFqIzM5ReyloFkkgt8hByHTQ7j_LKXVzrdHOKuBAUv3ot4gO-lA/s320/PICT0152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisggJPrTzDYUelKw8wFKtygiKeAzcOKckU49ahUwVLne-0ahYSqsScVBwpGulj4MdhrtuRkbtDcw4u9E8pmAfbQh8LXwZpgyUrPaSLAUqmkRgGSBRMe43btD0c9JZ1zaUS50sMhg/s1600-h/PICT0085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243833942544711906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisggJPrTzDYUelKw8wFKtygiKeAzcOKckU49ahUwVLne-0ahYSqsScVBwpGulj4MdhrtuRkbtDcw4u9E8pmAfbQh8LXwZpgyUrPaSLAUqmkRgGSBRMe43btD0c9JZ1zaUS50sMhg/s320/PICT0085.JPG" border="0" /></a>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-73988092475971870182008-07-29T07:48:00.008-04:002008-07-29T08:22:49.210-04:00They are stars .....The girls show was a success and much better then the park authority had expected!!! I went to all 3 shows and each was a little different but GREAT!! I think the best part of it all was the bond between the kids, the connections they had with each other is what made the show go off with ease after only 14 days of rehersal!!! You can read all about the director who is going to do big things with his dreams and this was the start!!!! HE was AMAZING!!!!!!! Smart, mature and in control of these kids he was only a couple years older then! I went to rehersals right after work on Friday the night of the opening show and was so impressed. I was also back there at 1130 on Sat and there until I think after 1000 that night, so I also bonded with them and they were all wonderful kids. So...here are some pics and the link to the article:<br /><br /><a href="http://connectionnewspapers.com/article.asp?article=317520&paper=72&cat=104">http://connectionnewspapers.com/article.asp?article=317520&paper=72&cat=104</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKwO76ZPrhKwAHPpK3lf1V0PWleenVCKXDGCEuUfuxZpd15bhF-xJWhapYp0PfWtDi__h35MioUq1MKh9vbII4GwTd22KGPaC8sAiwVzGE2L44Qj7Txs6NxXxwZIOyIqa-KrsPw/s1600-h/ghfghf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406530760089810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKwO76ZPrhKwAHPpK3lf1V0PWleenVCKXDGCEuUfuxZpd15bhF-xJWhapYp0PfWtDi__h35MioUq1MKh9vbII4GwTd22KGPaC8sAiwVzGE2L44Qj7Txs6NxXxwZIOyIqa-KrsPw/s320/ghfghf.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love this SHOT!!!!! We took like 9 pics to try and get everyon in the air with no success<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7OZNZ12Eiyu-GJ9u_LpncDHU0sXR6aMmU3SfIvWzGmppjVCQXsSK5pExeMWd82XYVKP0jfHk1CvVGDOZsIOXGmuELTo0qM0Szdx4c6ex4a8DuG0S_wDfKS8YIr9Jdb79aH0WBg/s1600-h/fhfghfghg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406530612629026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7OZNZ12Eiyu-GJ9u_LpncDHU0sXR6aMmU3SfIvWzGmppjVCQXsSK5pExeMWd82XYVKP0jfHk1CvVGDOZsIOXGmuELTo0qM0Szdx4c6ex4a8DuG0S_wDfKS8YIr9Jdb79aH0WBg/s320/fhfghfghg.jpg" border="0" /></a> The whole cast!!! Love these kids!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7Y_gbX5EJwDfQcRAKxB7l6eQCFGorQUTYZnCpxN5vSKkND7JQorG0wV64ewUP_-S7F2tm3KuE6m9NCJ0u4ZLy12357YzOvKXr46rMUfgz55yq1O46XFYNiKksi5FzEFQNwbnCg/s1600-h/ghfhfh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406533035310738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc7Y_gbX5EJwDfQcRAKxB7l6eQCFGorQUTYZnCpxN5vSKkND7JQorG0wV64ewUP_-S7F2tm3KuE6m9NCJ0u4ZLy12357YzOvKXr46rMUfgz55yq1O46XFYNiKksi5FzEFQNwbnCg/s320/ghfhfh.jpg" border="0" /></a> After the opeing show (see my Annadale Atoms sign in the back, so wierd to be back in my old school)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz89J2hyfXlX5_tWzdC0iBuqRf-nYhLB_0pCulxnbZH_C0Rwih6Ad815MjNnEFHfoj-yaWvP1osD2bfLKTkrcFNJUsG0rWqE_2H6g96KH2T_mZtiHqLsAqanPz4DpRNgoBOyfUaA/s1600-h/of=50,590,442.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406532653327058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz89J2hyfXlX5_tWzdC0iBuqRf-nYhLB_0pCulxnbZH_C0Rwih6Ad815MjNnEFHfoj-yaWvP1osD2bfLKTkrcFNJUsG0rWqE_2H6g96KH2T_mZtiHqLsAqanPz4DpRNgoBOyfUaA/s320/of=50,590,442.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just Chillin'<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCeS-qjqFuDD0mV4rtELSdpU-mCYyIG_e1gn9p5pZ9hMNn8YOLYwqExeXpEwI4E9KA6xnZw7pq_CrmqIqCIu9PC_OpD1lfCyf0gCpF3vWktj6SE-w4mAbdbPvepYJsv8SacQ_xw/s1600-h/cghfgh.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228406539149107682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZCeS-qjqFuDD0mV4rtELSdpU-mCYyIG_e1gn9p5pZ9hMNn8YOLYwqExeXpEwI4E9KA6xnZw7pq_CrmqIqCIu9PC_OpD1lfCyf0gCpF3vWktj6SE-w4mAbdbPvepYJsv8SacQ_xw/s320/cghfgh.jpg" border="0" /></a> On Stage!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLb1xQx7n8tTk5AtspxKPKtEN8jfa0DABAUx8Rj9XpTpas7hm3mXN-r3mO2VYhFBJP96SPUg4TcEZLM5gygFuhJ9n7R-dld1tBYKeZKoYK_Cad6Lo20esxIg83HHpXsKQTGcECw/s1600-h/gdfgdg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407243305420690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLLb1xQx7n8tTk5AtspxKPKtEN8jfa0DABAUx8Rj9XpTpas7hm3mXN-r3mO2VYhFBJP96SPUg4TcEZLM5gygFuhJ9n7R-dld1tBYKeZKoYK_Cad6Lo20esxIg83HHpXsKQTGcECw/s320/gdfgdg.jpg" border="0" /></a> and the other on Stage<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8T9vQMeiDvNWnhM2XfNbTluEn8jh5xQ9vhTOwhnCdJwUVsGQeqZsFZyv0IyccqIdlk3jieiTl86Aa4GazYu2vpbcdlNomiKOKBT7fY-oGDWg9Ny0nsa1lzU0PoPjZZwG_dl4Cw/s1600-h/fghfghf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407245814574514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP8T9vQMeiDvNWnhM2XfNbTluEn8jh5xQ9vhTOwhnCdJwUVsGQeqZsFZyv0IyccqIdlk3jieiTl86Aa4GazYu2vpbcdlNomiKOKBT7fY-oGDWg9Ny0nsa1lzU0PoPjZZwG_dl4Cw/s320/fghfghf.jpg" border="0" /></a> Posed pics on stage!!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrr3sGaL7dq_ocnfhbdhox3bZ0lUcxe_NOoVthDyP7GoqodVgXUTM_ZgKbz76CesGUOcA6wY3q8JFoEySl9Nr7ZDQyAGfcBDK3PEbXIMqztf4EG3MO8l7BX3kwotX-QnWpuaYsQ/s1600-h/fam.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407245244176242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrr3sGaL7dq_ocnfhbdhox3bZ0lUcxe_NOoVthDyP7GoqodVgXUTM_ZgKbz76CesGUOcA6wY3q8JFoEySl9Nr7ZDQyAGfcBDK3PEbXIMqztf4EG3MO8l7BX3kwotX-QnWpuaYsQ/s320/fam.jpg" border="0" /></a>The family in the front row...Hi Kiem in the second row!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjmahletSqTGv6gKoLVjOr5eMDYC2pNJvZGc23tvFFAmWJ-b0KB5CWxSVPoqdX04wNqqzBPhKCTnPlG4pqWocgshRr8NPPdnKAAFhX9mSBriGIjpFOERgGSiyjZf-E5GaqiSEfw/s1600-h/ghgfhf.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407247326749138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIjmahletSqTGv6gKoLVjOr5eMDYC2pNJvZGc23tvFFAmWJ-b0KB5CWxSVPoqdX04wNqqzBPhKCTnPlG4pqWocgshRr8NPPdnKAAFhX9mSBriGIjpFOERgGSiyjZf-E5GaqiSEfw/s320/ghgfhf.jpg" border="0" /></a>Auntie Mish...always supportin her girls!!! :)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zvVndQELqRfl10Mmvoejbl4nCsx8NVdmHn_NYmdMghyphenhyphenzIbFgPHAabuqpD2lCfCQ7nkiRsmYYlKuZQ7nAx6ABm-x6yzz6Ne7mKDjPJoCRh9IOEbzf3PaPnL5HNsHpx5ffTaEOtA/s1600-h/hfghfhg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407394991268242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_zvVndQELqRfl10Mmvoejbl4nCsx8NVdmHn_NYmdMghyphenhyphenzIbFgPHAabuqpD2lCfCQ7nkiRsmYYlKuZQ7nAx6ABm-x6yzz6Ne7mKDjPJoCRh9IOEbzf3PaPnL5HNsHpx5ffTaEOtA/s320/hfghfhg.jpg" border="0" /></a>and this is the Annandale Crew! We all have lots of memories good and bad in this place! The one in the white I haven't seen since '94. We were all feelin it bein back in there!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jsPZDckWq8S4fM9hjIA1IMs2XY5m1UHCYxvvNtlm0B5s8-LuROcVSoJZkShhyphenhyphen4B32FpbUusB0FI0h9NeOEHs0C4yVRYgmd4fM8yDzxnnmUHxzJROudfwNk8GKy7HzHIN9TpwJA/s1600-h/kiem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228407250233018450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6jsPZDckWq8S4fM9hjIA1IMs2XY5m1UHCYxvvNtlm0B5s8-LuROcVSoJZkShhyphenhyphen4B32FpbUusB0FI0h9NeOEHs0C4yVRYgmd4fM8yDzxnnmUHxzJROudfwNk8GKy7HzHIN9TpwJA/s320/kiem.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kiem surprised the girls showin up cause he wasn't going to be able to come and I had already told them when they asked, so they were super excited when they looked out and saw him there!<br /><br /><br />AND THAT'S A WRAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-18495385702547208552008-06-25T08:07:00.004-04:002008-06-25T08:23:29.142-04:00Monday DramaMy girls are doing a theatre camp for a "High School Musical" production. I was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo excited when I found it and even more excited to get the discounted rate which saved me ummmmmmm about $400 that I don't have! I would have paid it though for them to have this experience and for Princess to figure out if she REALLY likes drama or not. She always talks about it and the love for plays, theatre, musicals, but I don't know that she ever thought about the work that goes with the beautiful end piece we watch. So, most places prepare for months...not these inexperienced kids, they got three weeks!!!! Three weeks to learn all the songs and dances, which are different then the ones Princess has learned from watching the movie 100000000000000000000000000000000000000000 times, because of copyright issues. So, new songs, new dances and lines. Not as easy as either of them were anticipating. Angel face on the other hand who had no expectations cause she didn't want to do it (but Mommy made her) really likes it. Go figure!!! <br /><br />Sooooooooo, here is the Monday part. First day is Monday and I bring them to work with me and we get in the car to head over to the High School where they will be doing their thing. It is not just any High School, it is MY High School, the one I went to all four years and graduated from, the one I have nightmares about more often then I think I should. So, as I am driving up in the school, passing areas that hold four years of memories for me, so many feelings are coming back and it is CRAZY!!!!!!!!! Then I pull in front of the school and we are rushing in and when I stepped in there, even more crazy feelings. I haven't been back there in eeehhhhmmm...15 years. I stepped in and just looked around!! The smell was still the same and even the feel, all though they have remodeled lots. I took dramam in high school, so I was hoping I knew where to go and sure enough, that hadn't changed. It was an experience I wasn't prepared for and overwhelmed me. After I got them settled and left the room, walking back through the school, I walked really slow and took it all in. Then I looked around and saw the PLACE, the place from my dreams, where I am lost and it was exactly the same. I had to check myself, but who knew. I sure as hell didn't. Day #2 I just pushed them out of the car and kept on going and will continue to do that for the next several weeks until it is SHOW TIME and I get to go in there again. Nostalgia is a crazy thing. Last two nights before bed I think about the school and that I am going to have the dream, but I haven't. <br /><br />Oh and the girls think that it is the COOLEST that their Mommmy graduated from there and WENT to that school. I love that part! and I CAN NOT WAIT to see them on the same stage I was once on. I am a big dork I knowHarmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12816526.post-1760017707268734922008-06-19T08:53:00.003-04:002008-06-19T09:06:58.070-04:00SistersMy sister is my heart.She opens doors to roomsI never knew were there, Breaks through wallsI don't recall building. She lights my darkest cornersWith the sparkle in her eyes. My sister is my soul. She inspires my wearied spiritTo fly on wings of angelsBut while I hold her handMy feet never leave the ground. She stills my deepest fearsWith the wisdom of her song. My sister is my past. She writes my historyIn her eyes I recognize myself, Memories only we can share. She remembers, she forgivesShe accepts me as I amWith tender understanding. My sister is my future. She lives within my dreamsShe sees my undiscovered secrets,Believes in me as I stumbleShe walks in step beside me, Her love lighting my way. My sister is my strengthShe hears the whispered prayersThat I cannot speakShe helps me find my smile, Freely giving hers awayShe catches my tearsIn her gentle hands. My sister is like no one elseShe's my most treasured friendFilling up the empty spacesHealing broken placesShe is my rock, my inspiration. Though impossible to define, In a word, she is...my sister.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJWTNnKr9P3FCf1iDJBqB_R1ZvAJdd3dc0p71LAQ6nYgwP-FFOsClIN2-IoP6f4WDLuc4QU3AEuxCmH2RKE_IGZ-ER57a51kCLw066LcrIIKB7acfkSEyMOgiMsdeeBR9mT4J2g/s1600-h/sistas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzJWTNnKr9P3FCf1iDJBqB_R1ZvAJdd3dc0p71LAQ6nYgwP-FFOsClIN2-IoP6f4WDLuc4QU3AEuxCmH2RKE_IGZ-ER57a51kCLw066LcrIIKB7acfkSEyMOgiMsdeeBR9mT4J2g/s320/sistas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577256971018674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZq1DM_DNvAQSFm4esTxBFp24siaQjyy71e-qeTZeexwi2_9OXaZixV3FK1yOPwaQhw4O3z_6MGeG1DwIauzaVnyt0ZnfHhQO6YFcNXfxlBX7pzOgRvDZwIi3-zyiYuWNgAHdOw/s1600-h/971244730306_0_ALB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZq1DM_DNvAQSFm4esTxBFp24siaQjyy71e-qeTZeexwi2_9OXaZixV3FK1yOPwaQhw4O3z_6MGeG1DwIauzaVnyt0ZnfHhQO6YFcNXfxlBX7pzOgRvDZwIi3-zyiYuWNgAHdOw/s320/971244730306_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577260335173554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcj3FFFEUtUtFjUU3xe15ZfrfZUR2RzoqtqjLCJjfyYAt4x_eZno9vMdxao1Ir7aNxTF6LUOGIuq6XiYaM6kOolFeL-80cxKKClwUF7Ca7_LXBQNAVx9Ov-zA8bdnWILWzJz2bw/s1600-h/970944185206_0_ALB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfcj3FFFEUtUtFjUU3xe15ZfrfZUR2RzoqtqjLCJjfyYAt4x_eZno9vMdxao1Ir7aNxTF6LUOGIuq6XiYaM6kOolFeL-80cxKKClwUF7Ca7_LXBQNAVx9Ov-zA8bdnWILWzJz2bw/s320/970944185206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577262396955538" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgyZiajX004RfnBqRZ1l5xcntRFLrpHU05YgUxTZ0SGyW8qpKnLBczSEBThVJMstux9OSru1O9OBhoD7vVTOZ4470P89yK-R9Mp9hyR6FYXVH4RYYvW19Rx9NbZ_sPYtkqHJmg2g/s1600-h/425818273206_0_ALB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgyZiajX004RfnBqRZ1l5xcntRFLrpHU05YgUxTZ0SGyW8qpKnLBczSEBThVJMstux9OSru1O9OBhoD7vVTOZ4470P89yK-R9Mp9hyR6FYXVH4RYYvW19Rx9NbZ_sPYtkqHJmg2g/s320/425818273206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577265249892770" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFd7P2xc2ikrt4mh7bXgASCiCog1Rm341rfMvZBdEvoE83JHrw9mrVuknnca6spde77isOPSCr2sCIrAZORDJTjGd6gLDqjMeWPd-IgcLGdSwRHFPeNLyIfKlYKHNu77vFgg6yA/s1600-h/330028273206_0_ALB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFd7P2xc2ikrt4mh7bXgASCiCog1Rm341rfMvZBdEvoE83JHrw9mrVuknnca6spde77isOPSCr2sCIrAZORDJTjGd6gLDqjMeWPd-IgcLGdSwRHFPeNLyIfKlYKHNu77vFgg6yA/s320/330028273206_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213577267590110450" /></a>Harmonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17647848422708838463noreply@blogger.com1