tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-90497991179357088422024-02-07T03:16:26.941-08:00Our Three Little WomenShelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-44943958397655045222011-09-19T21:07:00.000-07:002011-09-19T21:09:17.430-07:00Zoe goes to kindergarten<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQX2gzYWUv1oDdj5aNgQMhD9P990rqnYZaVXu8h6v1aRLWtlY6FuB66fIqEM0MRVwE8zNqllJ-Wf4iCE2iYiWcZuQOiEECqDHMsyEWQV2ems9LGCput-s1IWarVCK_yBY2puKgz9ExKz6/s1600/DSCN0434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQX2gzYWUv1oDdj5aNgQMhD9P990rqnYZaVXu8h6v1aRLWtlY6FuB66fIqEM0MRVwE8zNqllJ-Wf4iCE2iYiWcZuQOiEECqDHMsyEWQV2ems9LGCput-s1IWarVCK_yBY2puKgz9ExKz6/s320/DSCN0434.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> I can hardly believe that Zoe is five and already starting kindergarten.<br />
She was so excited to finally be going to school with her sisters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aV661Id59eM3xUiBKkGpMmkjxao0oafLmONyCVRJLVeHyw8y2CtQD6Sw35rKC7nWFRdBKqlhd10_0XMDb6iZ5I7Mx0VtONCtRVqwkZdC2IVoq8XOBoQ6aXzZo85vIVBvinzH9tr1RjsT/s1600/DSCN0429.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6aV661Id59eM3xUiBKkGpMmkjxao0oafLmONyCVRJLVeHyw8y2CtQD6Sw35rKC7nWFRdBKqlhd10_0XMDb6iZ5I7Mx0VtONCtRVqwkZdC2IVoq8XOBoQ6aXzZo85vIVBvinzH9tr1RjsT/s320/DSCN0429.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Not a chance would she wear the cute uniform outfit I had picked out for her! That's our girl!</div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-80153651431175464202011-02-05T11:01:00.000-08:002011-02-05T12:57:21.073-08:00Just so sad - Bare with me while I do a little whining Wow - it has sure been a little while since I have been here. It's Saturday morning, I should be waking up next to my my hubby down in Laguna, California. Instead I am in my room- reading blogs searching for inspiring stories, or simply things to take my mind of my sad state. The build up of this getaway was amazing - Mike had a business Conference in Laguna- and his manager suggested that he should take his wife. ME! We bought the ticket, figured out help with our three little women, I cleaned and cleaned (which is huge for me). I swear I did 10 loads of laundry (apparently) I missed doing my girls laundry the week before. Because 10 loads is not normal for one week! I got my hair cut (when showing of my short locks to Eryn - I exclaimed see isn't it nice to have ME back). Got my hair colored - so I didn't have to stare at my greys!<br />
I even went all out - bought some tea lights and fake rose petals (only $2.00 in the Valentine section at Walmart) I borrowed a suitcase a purse (the purse to look more hip in Cali). I borrowed a few things from Eryn - there is something exciting to me about putting something new - or new to me on. Am I the only one who feels this way? I even did a fashion show for my fashionista sister - and my nieces. I got my suitcase actually closed. It was 4:30, I was leaving my house at 7:15.<br />
I went to borrow some magazines from our friends and just bent over to look at their computer at a google map of downtown Laguna - and then it hit. A panreatitis attack like days of old. I went from a 5 to a 9 in about 15 minutes. I left our friends drove over to my house ran in to get my pain pills - called Eryn. Crying......... planned on waiting 20 minutes to see if I could manage or if I needed to go to the ER. I drove to get the girls at school - and was crying, breathing heavy- and the look on Micaela's face when she saw me - she knew something was wrong. Just a side note I have gotten pretty good at hiding it, but the pain combined with the thought of not being able to go on my getaway... well I am not that good.<br />
Sorry this is taking so long - I waited for the pain meds to kick in, was still in pain but they did take the edge off. But the reality was what if things get worse I am on a plane? Mike needs to be at a the conference, if things get worse down there and I need to go to the hospital. So I decided not to go, I prayed and really felt like that was a good decision.<br />
Eryn drove me to the ER. This was old hat - for me but I honestly can't remember the last time I was in this much pain. They rushed me back - and 3 different nurses tried for a little over and hour, no one could get an IV started. (Where is my port when I need it?) So they decided to give me shots and have me come in the next day for ivs- I felt better - the pain was definitely gone.<br />
I slept in the next day - I actually slept most of the day thanks to the drugs - but when I wasn't sleeping I cried a lot. I couldn't believe I was here in my bed and not there. Mike and I were both so disappointed. I was questioning did I really make the right decision. If I did, why am I okay right now? Thankfully for Mike - he was proud of me for making a decision on my own - (something I really struggle to do). He also pointed out we will probably never know why things worked out this way, but I did what I thought I should do. For now I am letting that comfort me while still being sad about how it all worked out. We were going to stay until Sunday but Mike is coming home Saturday afternoon. <br />
Enough of the whining.........thanks for listening.Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-39844578961301124792010-04-29T10:23:00.000-07:002010-08-11T21:35:01.306-07:00The Clothing Swap - this Friday, May 14th 11am to 6 ish, ish<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><em>Okay it is back on. Sorry for the late notice,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><em>but sometimes that is better.</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><em> It is FRIDAY MAY 14th 11am to 6ish</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763; font-size: x-large;"><em>(aren't you excited- I am)</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">If you can, bring your stuff before - or in the morning. . Grab three things - or a few more. - It doesn't need to be overwhelming. If you only have time to get it in a bag - I am happy to price it for you.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">Sorry for not too much notice, I guess a next week is busy for lots of people with school so soon being out.............. A few of you wrote last time about not being able to participate - no worries. But some were out of town - so the short of it grab whatever clothing - you your kids, your hubby, your friend, your sister, that you aren't wearing - too big, too small, forgot to return, just doesn't fit right........... anyway stick a sticker on it, with the size, PRICE you set, and your name. Include on envelope if you don't want to put an envelope on them all. Once your item is purchased I will collect your money and</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">return it to you a few days after the sale. Tell your friends - the more the better. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">REMEMBER you can just come and shop you DO NOT have to have clothes to SELL. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;">Or you can just sell and not shop!</span></div><div align="center" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #073763;"><br />
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</div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-29886574437033620482010-04-27T18:35:00.000-07:002010-05-12T22:28:05.292-07:002nd Annual Clothing Swap - Please Come<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #444444;">The 2nd Annual Clothing Swap</span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: 180%;">Ahhh….. Spring!!!</span></span> <span style="color: #666666;">Time for a little spring cleaning. Time to clean out our closets. You know, put away the winter clothes and get out those t-shirts and capri’s…………. Now that I say this it will snow tomorrow right? Still I think</span> <span style="color: #444444; font-size: 180%;"><strong>spring fever</strong></span> <span style="color: #666666;">has hit.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">So, I wanted to invite you to participate in a different kind of “<span style="color: #444444; font-size: 180%;">party</span>”. Due to the current economic situation, I think we are all feeling our budgets get a little tighter……….. I thought it would be fun to host</span><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: 180%;"><strong>A Clothing SWAP</strong></span>.</span> <span style="color: #666666;">A way to get <em>"gently used"</em> clothes for a bargain and make a little <em>cash</em>! This is how it works:</span><br />
<ul><li><span style="color: #666666;">Gather up all clothes and accessories that you haven’t worn in a year, or even clothes you are just tired of and would like to make a little money on. Just make sure they are clean, no stains, and preferably wrinkle-free (they will sell better this way).</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #666666;">Attach an envelope, card, or sticker with your name and print the price you are wanting to sell the item for. Attach the envelope to the item of clothing. Once your item is "purchased", the money will be placed in the envelope and returned to you.</span></li>
<li><span style="color: #666666;">Simply drop items off between NOW <span style="color: #444444; font-size: 130%;">April 29th</span>. <span style="font-size: 130%;">957 East 1900 North </span></span><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">in <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: #ffffff;">Lehi</span>. </span></span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="color: #666666;">The sale will be </span><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;">FRIDAY, MAY 14th, 11 AM to 6 ish </span></span></li>
</ul><span style="color: #444444;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em>Wanted</em> </span><span style="font-size: x-large;">– </span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #444444; font-size: x-large;">Clothing in all sizes!</span><span style="color: #666666;"> <em>Gently used</em> and in <em>good</em> condition.</span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #666666;">Spring and Summer and Winter Clothing .</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #666666;">Accessories: Shoes, Purses, Hats, </span></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><span style="color: #666666;"> and Jewelry.</span> </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 130%;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">Questions – Comments e-mail or call 801-768-2489.</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-size: 130%;">957 East 1900 North. <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: #ffffff;">Lehi</span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666; font-size: 130%;">(Just off of 1200 East - north of Lowe' and Walgreen's)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666;">I would love your help getting the word out so please share with your friends by email- or blog.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color: #666666;">The more that participate the better! Thanks for passing it along!</span></div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-23972515811778985982010-04-27T17:34:00.000-07:002010-04-27T17:34:14.117-07:00Clothing SWAP - Q & A<div><span style="font-size: large;">I am so excited for The Clothing SWAP Party............ Are you?</span> </div><br />
<div>Thanks for wanting to participate - here are some of the questions I have recieved.<br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Frequently Asked Questions - ANSWERED</span>.</div><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">Sizes?</span> Yes, I want ALL sizes. X-Large, Tall, extra tall, medium, small, extra small, petite. This is a clothing exchange for ALL of us!<br />
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<div></div><span style="font-size: large;">Can we bring children's clothing?</span> YES. This was a big debate for me, only because I was uncertain how I would be able to display everything in my house. I also wanted to make sure we were wanting to sell items in very good quality. The same applies for women's, and men's clothing, each item must be "gently used" clean and wrinkle free. <br />
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<div><span style="font-size: large;">What needs to be on my envelope, card, or sticker?</span> The importance of the envelope is so I can properly identify your clothing. The envelope is basically your price tag. The envelope must include:</div><br />
<div>Your Name / Phone Number</div><br />
<div>Clothing Size</div><br />
<div>Clothing PRICE</div><br />
<div>Once your item is purchased I will double check the cash and seal your envelope and file it away under your name. Then when the sale is you will collect all the envelopes with your names.</div><br />
<div></div><span style="font-size: large;">I have no clothes to sell, but I want to come to the sale?</span> <br />
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<div>No problem. All are invited, whether you have anything to sell, or just want to shop and not sell a thing.</div><br />
<div></div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-54511903341515871102010-04-19T08:49:00.000-07:002010-04-19T08:51:03.239-07:00Erg, ahh, yawn, ....., it's MondayOh my goodness, not sure what the deal is but it is <span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #134f5c; font-size: x-large;">Monday</span> morning, and I cannot- or seem to be "choosing" not to be able to drum roll please...................<br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get my act together</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get motivated</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get dressed, showered etc</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get happy</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get focused</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get cleaning (because life is better around here when it's clean)</span><br />
<span style="background-color: #eeeeee; color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">get going</span><br />
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So how do you do it? I am all for having a break once in a while- yada dada.......... but one does need to face the inevitable - so all joking aside. Tell me please how you amazing Mom, friends, women, pick yourself up and get going...........? I have spent the last 20 minutes blog hopping. Hopping from site to site I am thinking, seriously how did she cook that, build that, throw that (party), make that, grow that, sew that, organize that, work out like that? Am I the only one that feels this way? I am lucky if I type on my blog every three months, let alone share my creations (I think I have one - somewhere) or take a picture of it (I really just figured how to get the pictures off my camera - I think it is called download). Sorry about this ramble. Anyway back to my real problem. <br />
It is going to be 75 degrees and I have flowers to plant today! I am setting that up as my reward. My goal is to be outside (anyone else low in vitamin D) by 11 am- it is 9:40 now. How is that for serious motivation! I hope your Monday is off to a better start than mine, but if not, curl up with a good book, or get thru your DVR list and <span style="color: #45818e; font-size: x-large;">enjoy it</span>.Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-66616194474791554082010-03-31T04:44:00.000-07:002010-03-31T04:46:06.569-07:00Micaela & Brielle<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2LVJRjpUWEuQug4ICZFdOlor60wNAeZocboJS4aThiEo3H3BMxjCvAMrpL6KCXZTMk_letSwsxdVkvMl8lX5XrTMUg5Qsi70XqHZIRs0I04YfL1qyQvle5EOu9nNvmkKB-D5gCxYGsQs/s1600/elles+camera+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nt="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz2LVJRjpUWEuQug4ICZFdOlor60wNAeZocboJS4aThiEo3H3BMxjCvAMrpL6KCXZTMk_letSwsxdVkvMl8lX5XrTMUg5Qsi70XqHZIRs0I04YfL1qyQvle5EOu9nNvmkKB-D5gCxYGsQs/s320/elles+camera+024.JPG" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">I finally found the chord to download some pictures. (A big accomplishment for me!)</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I loved these two pictures. One of my greatest joys is to watch these two <span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">incredible girls</span> be the <span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">best of friends</span>, <span style="color: black;">bestest of buddies</span>, each others protector, <span style="color: cyan; font-size: large;">their biggest fans</span>, and pray for each other. (Like all sisters they have their moments when their not at their umm not at their best,) </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Pictures taken Christmas Morning and Sledding with the Giles.)</div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-54302879232344652302010-03-25T08:22:00.000-07:002010-03-25T08:53:37.844-07:00Lost ItSo I did, one of the things I have been dreading to do. After a particularly frustrating day at my pain specialists appt I googled chronic pancreatitis and treatment. Of course it was after Mike went to sleep. I have always hated my googling experience when looking up pancreatitis - like any other health issue what typically is pulled up is the worst. At this point in my life I just didn't want to read anything that would cause me to worry any more than I already am. Although my google search did pull up its usual dismal facts of this disease I will admit there were a few things that well, not sure how to categorize it but I felt a little more educated - but still LOST. After two hours of reading and reading, thinking, and reading more, at almost two I climbed into bed. Then I laid there trying to figure how to put all my reading to sleep and me along with it. There in the darkness of my messy room, and somewhere between Mike's snoring the tears came. And they wouldn't stop.<br /> So I climbed over the hump in our mattress and nuzzled into Mike. (We are not one of those couples who cuddle all night long, I am on my side and he on his - thus the creation of the hump.) He woke up thanks to my crying - and he wrapped his arms around me and then I really LOST IT. So there we were at 2 am me pouring out my heart - expressing how tired I am, how sad I am that this is where we are at. How sad I am for him, and the girls - that they deserve more - I am not stating this in a woe is me and trying to get compliments. That I just want to worry about helping Brielle deciding what to put in her Pioneer Wagon assignment, helping Micaela finding some church clothes that fit her, feeling well enough to have Zoe's friends over, finding the statements I need to finish taxes, being supportive to Mike at work, finishing laundry, and what will I make for dinner.........<br />Simply I want to just worry about those things - not those things AND what is happening with my pancreas, managing the pain, doctor appointments, labs, and what is next. I know that things could be so much worse, and there are so many who suffer and struggle with so much worse. I am not meaning to sound ungrateful. But for now I think I just might need to loose it for a little while. <br />Yes, there in the darkness in all my LOST - Ness - sleep did find me, and yes we cuddled.Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-51647057783275712642010-02-08T04:12:00.000-08:002010-02-08T05:27:37.150-08:00It was Tuesday, a big day for me. Two Dr's <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">appts</span> one at ten the next at 11. I was especially excited for the first appointment it was with the internal medicine office, where I hoped to discuss how my thyroid was doing - more importantly was the new dose helping.....and then of course to do a little updating with my pancreas for the last two months. I walked into her office at just a few minutes before ten, signed in and took my seat. I was there with an older gentleman with an accent. A few minutes later two more men joined me in the waiting room. I was trying to lose myself in a Nov. 2009 issue of Country Living, while also leafing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> an older copy of Martha Stewart Living. Then another older gentleman joined the ranks. I think it must have been their low but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">jolly</span> voices as they greeted the front desk that first drew my attention. Then it was the polite nods they gave each other - and by this time I was feeling like scheduling must have made a mistake. I was no match for this seasoned boys club. Then something changed - out from the inner sanctum of the office purposefully walked a nurse (I am thinking she must be calling my name - I am next, see ya boys!) instead she walked up to the gentleman sitting <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">on a</span> chair over on my right. She extended her hand and grabbed his hand, and said something like this,"How are you doing? I heard the news and I am so sorry." He replied, "Oh am doing okay, thank you." For just brief moment, I let the conversation sink in. And then I spoke, I turned to him and said Hi, and without much more thought came one of the greatest <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">conversations</span> I have ever had with a stranger in my entire life.<br /><br />I learned that this man had just lost the love of his life just the week before. They were married 67 years, had five boys - all lived within a few miles from them, he had 27 grandchildren, 27 great-grandchildren, and one great-great grandchild. He worked for Geneva Steele with metals and welding, (he even showed me the scars on his left hand pointer finger from too many times getting caught in the saw). After retiring from there after 30 + years he informed me that they hired four guys to replace him! And then Geneva sold it to China. He also told me he won every fight he ever had with his wife, I asked really? He said, Yes I did- I always ended it with "Yes, Dear." He pulled out her picture from his wallet and showed me how beautiful she was - and added she still is. He shared with me how she loved to read and was alternately reading through the Book of Mormonand Bible until she <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">received</span> the book "The Undaunted" for her birthday. His eyes shown as he thought of her loving to read this book. He came upon it the other day and noticed she hadn't finished it, she had 67 pages left. So he said he promised her he would finish reading it for her.<br />He also shared how he had a fear of the phone, and he would wake every morning by five to do his routine and then be out of her way so when she woke at 7 she could do her routine. A few times he would look far off, and say all I have are memories. He also shared how his wife loved to send birthday cards. He shared how it was a team effort though , he would go to the store and buy them and the stamps. She would write out and seal each card. He smiled with pride as he told me about how many people from family, neighbors, and from church looked forward to her cards.<br /><br />He also told me that his Dad died when he was very young, so he didn't remember him. His Mom remarried a man that truly became his father, he had a farm in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Heber</span> so he mostly grew up there. He shared that he had been in World War II. And asked if I knew who George Patton was, I nodded - he said he fought with him as they pushed further into Austria. He became somber when he said he hated to think about what happened on those front lines. He shuddered as he showed me his hands. He told me some years ago he stumbled upon some information about a reunion for his division and infantry in Pennsylvania. I think it had a posting of all the veterans he served with and one of the men was in Utah. So he said he found this man, who had written a book about fighting with George Patton. When he called his number he said he was only able to speak to his daughter, the man had passed away. My friend with a sigh, said yes there aren't many of us left.<br /><br />Throughout our conversation, I tried not to be too concerned about the time. When it was 10:20 I did ask the receptionist how much longer, only because I had another appointment down at Utah Valley Hospital- that I could not reschedule. I sat back down by my new friend and resumed our conversation. He shared about the few days before his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">wife's</span> passing. How the Dr's told him she wouldn't make it through the surgery, she did. How they told him she wouldn't make it <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">thru</span> the night, she did. He shared the she also made it through the next surgery and the next night. And in those few precious days as he sat by her side he shared with me how she even squeezed his hand a few times. As much as I wanted to just stay there and listen I checked the time again, 10:40. I was so mad that I had to leave. I told him my situation that I had to be on time for my next appointment, or else. He laughed and told me how much better he felt after talking. I said me too.<br />He gave me his name and as I wrote it down, he added his address, and then his phone number. I smiled and said I know you don't like the phone so I won't call you. He chuckled. He reached to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hug</span> me as I got up to go. He kissed me on the cheek and I hugged him again. I ran off to my car - tears in my eyes, so grateful for the opportunity I had to be in that office, at just that time and rub shoulders with an angel.<br /><br />And yes I still have to reschedule that appointment!Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-49622651984490066152009-05-18T02:01:00.000-07:002009-05-18T02:05:36.687-07:00Searching, Anyone, AnyoneI am so excited my sister and her girls are coming to stay for the summer............ yeah. I can't wait. To get us all settled and comfy I am looking for 1 or 2 used bunk beds, and 3 twin beds. (Twin beds if in good shape). Anyway if you or anyone you know is looking to get rid of these things- please let me know. It is much more fun to buy from people you know right? My sister and her 3 darling girls won't be here till the middle of June - and leave in August... please keep your eyes out for me. I really appreciate your help..............Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-60269420611880947772009-05-08T05:12:00.001-07:002009-05-08T05:15:34.912-07:00The "Clothing Exchange" Huge SuccessJust a quick note to let you know that after a great day of <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">cute clothes</span> and <span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-size:180%;">great bargains</span> </span>on Thursday I am continuing the sale <span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;">Friday May 8th</span>. This is a gently used clothing sale. New things are coming today so stop by when you have a minute - I am just two houses down from the park - 957 East 1900 North. Hope to see you. <br /><br /><em>There might have been some confusion about this, you do not have to have clothing to SELL to come......... If you do want to bring items to sell it is not too late.</em><br /><em></em><br /><em></em>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-66121044109064858572009-03-16T02:20:00.000-07:002009-03-16T02:32:25.847-07:00another long stay at the hospital. There is a computer on our floor - so once in a while (when I can't sleep) I come down her and look at my blog- seeing pictures of Mike and the girls does two things. 1 it makes me want to work harder so i can get out sooner, and 2 - it makes me realize how much how incredibly much i miss them. Mike, and Aunt leslie grought the kids down for a visit. i wish it could have been longer - but really there is not a lot for them to do. brielle was so sweet she came up to me a few times out of the blue to look me in the eyes - and kiss me and tell how much she missed me. we seem to be managing okay. the girls are in school - so it is a little more difficult finding someone to watch Zoe. Mike has been so great - just being him - wrestling the girls, taking them to do fun things, and once in a while he wil crawl in my comfortable hospital bed to cuddle me!!! we will make it!Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-81728250097655649572009-03-07T23:53:00.000-08:002009-03-07T23:55:01.063-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXJTgLcBQoE9bTa0n0O4yMzqXKBw0QXTjLqRrJ2cqjHZIF8vi13RV2jFmqSy_SVRVpQOSbBE4D-qi-4PKXqkHZkvly8WrfDdoscdV9nHNRd11MMj4OIAgHMTn3bei-3U_y_zUBIgsvvrh/s1600-h/PO20090214_0042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310722138515658642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQXJTgLcBQoE9bTa0n0O4yMzqXKBw0QXTjLqRrJ2cqjHZIF8vi13RV2jFmqSy_SVRVpQOSbBE4D-qi-4PKXqkHZkvly8WrfDdoscdV9nHNRd11MMj4OIAgHMTn3bei-3U_y_zUBIgsvvrh/s320/PO20090214_0042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />Zoe Grace -Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-73420901570504432792009-03-07T23:36:00.000-08:002009-03-07T23:51:40.747-08:00oh my little girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6ckH5hpHEHgflwszi4pcAkpelj0AcZxY4yppgG_YvcQOjEG4ulVPjtAqwt4cTlVPsYdjF314G_EpoK_F9DUt6oO1bETv1YtclKCVtHVI8PVQrMsMHJj9Kk6G-bRilJzvja-Wv1yrdvRq/s1600-h/PO20090214_0032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310719492583118210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn6ckH5hpHEHgflwszi4pcAkpelj0AcZxY4yppgG_YvcQOjEG4ulVPjtAqwt4cTlVPsYdjF314G_EpoK_F9DUt6oO1bETv1YtclKCVtHVI8PVQrMsMHJj9Kk6G-bRilJzvja-Wv1yrdvRq/s320/PO20090214_0032.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb1I6NxcRiVCoJV11ZfaxrXSh3n3LvGMp7CWhsjLI3K08cqNB-6A0Z0cJgb869H1DKMiVTH64uhHjiY6Yc8S7OOZOtbWU-aajpNjHPunlkaMI6XhpzsXR1UiXjbRRsCSA5tAhBPNhD4oq/s1600-h/PO20090214_0037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310718699850908258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitb1I6NxcRiVCoJV11ZfaxrXSh3n3LvGMp7CWhsjLI3K08cqNB-6A0Z0cJgb869H1DKMiVTH64uhHjiY6Yc8S7OOZOtbWU-aajpNjHPunlkaMI6XhpzsXR1UiXjbRRsCSA5tAhBPNhD4oq/s320/PO20090214_0037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEB8x2UfYoiZfMFHS4PUam3_iLorNQ2PYBlSLiJsvr3xOvFo921KskDGbKTD6zwQLrrerjxuls-V-l2gUdL6D06THopVpq7QTkOkr-qD_pjJ1zdlYWfEmcCnGgcRaC_LwHgeuGzZwQmGcp/s1600-h/PO20090214_0032.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">It is late, of course. We went to a friends wedding reception. I was lucky enough to have a great seat to watch my girls dance. (Oh and the MAN dance!) Sorry honey, though watching you dance - and watching the girls dance I really, really sat back in awe and wonderment. Look at Brielle and her big grin, trying out some new moves, Micaela being twirled by Great Grandpa - and Zoe Grace dancing in her Daddy's arms. On our way home from the "party" Brielle commented - I wonder who I will marry............. all I could say was - I don't know who - but he better be as wonderful to you as your Daddy. Even more so. Oh girls please don't grow up.............................</span></div></div></div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-87814232660284404992009-02-27T21:00:00.000-08:002009-02-27T21:00:14.037-08:00Anthropolification Boyer Cream Cardi GIVEAWAY!!!! GIVEAWAY!!!!<a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/02/anthropoli-fication-boyer-cream-cardi.html">Anthropolification Boyer Cream Cardi GIVEAWAY!!!! GIVEAWAY!!!!</a>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-42622552889791447782009-02-27T20:57:00.000-08:002009-02-27T20:57:06.167-08:00Anthropolification Boyer Cream Cardi GIVEAWAY!!!! GIVEAWAY!!!!<a href="http://grosgrainfabulous.blogspot.com/2009/02/anthropoli-fication-boyer-cream-cardi.html">Anthropolification Boyer Cream Cardi GIVEAWAY!!!! GIVEAWAY!!!!</a>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-53191405725592592442008-11-11T22:54:00.000-08:002008-11-11T21:55:02.219-08:00Fun time at the Farm<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWf-yvgpmj0ZOFdaMbF_JGjnxp3d8AM-3jOb_4C0FU8sgvpsZJPNL8Jxaw2r_87wS02hxe5uUuh9EVvM2gwKqUtWyMcDDXJI-uwBAYaWpkBP5WIr-N7-3JmfKvXs3djUphE-YZKeGrA5M/s1600-h/sept+026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084425768639794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWf-yvgpmj0ZOFdaMbF_JGjnxp3d8AM-3jOb_4C0FU8sgvpsZJPNL8Jxaw2r_87wS02hxe5uUuh9EVvM2gwKqUtWyMcDDXJI-uwBAYaWpkBP5WIr-N7-3JmfKvXs3djUphE-YZKeGrA5M/s320/sept+026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So Zoe's love of horse continues.... One of my sweet customers let us come over and play with her horses, chickens, dogs, and hawks!!! Yes, hawks. Zoe was in heaven!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NhZBIuav5zrOxli3Cmi41jLoNwaz-7VhsR8iCVxgjrRELTemNp5qcETmbGGXWbcJDUMgPgzBMYoWdrMJE1TnAwpqVxzqQceYSe35p8KUnd0nlqXaSUlArAVwVIV2TTclMcs_V9DGckN7/s1600-h/sept+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084416331313138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1NhZBIuav5zrOxli3Cmi41jLoNwaz-7VhsR8iCVxgjrRELTemNp5qcETmbGGXWbcJDUMgPgzBMYoWdrMJE1TnAwpqVxzqQceYSe35p8KUnd0nlqXaSUlArAVwVIV2TTclMcs_V9DGckN7/s320/sept+024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquExm2IcvAGUNjQIbRg-nP_xZizzRfwuYJ8FB-rfs98_k_y821UTetPxqXXww7pjoTJQB8OmnyqGBYTXC7CSHplc3YrcAQ6-HAENZAtwzAylqkkBdWh4Rf4aGrKq7Qy9k_Q7PFlJGJ9JB/s1600-h/sept+011.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267084406675102098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgquExm2IcvAGUNjQIbRg-nP_xZizzRfwuYJ8FB-rfs98_k_y821UTetPxqXXww7pjoTJQB8OmnyqGBYTXC7CSHplc3YrcAQ6-HAENZAtwzAylqkkBdWh4Rf4aGrKq7Qy9k_Q7PFlJGJ9JB/s320/sept+011.jpg" border="0" /></a></p></div></div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-23356338351334829322008-09-18T23:49:00.000-07:002008-11-04T09:30:16.836-08:00Handprints in the NICU - Utah Valley Hospital<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_AsVQfrSMrzPTSfNxeumIMVgPdqOweMhyphenhyphenXy7EIePfiy2U3aZAc28qSVRmccNZ8J3RptCMRTRiXgLzrYYblQnMFDh2irgOTfvDAXXYEpnQ8M9YMALSB38gcJZqLOTd1tZFOtmO4tlzxwE/s1600-h/zoefromeric2+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247622567165157218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_AsVQfrSMrzPTSfNxeumIMVgPdqOweMhyphenhyphenXy7EIePfiy2U3aZAc28qSVRmccNZ8J3RptCMRTRiXgLzrYYblQnMFDh2irgOTfvDAXXYEpnQ8M9YMALSB38gcJZqLOTd1tZFOtmO4tlzxwE/s320/zoefromeric2+021.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">A month or so ago I was able to visit a very special family, at the NICU at Utah Valley Hospital. I was asked by their cousin as a gift to go and handprint their son Graydon - who at birth weighed a little over 2 pounds - WOW. Now he is a little over 5 pounds. He is so cute and sweet. I could have held him all night. </div><div align="center">It was a little surreal once the doors opened to the NICU - and all at once a flood of memories surfaced. I was there to do handprints - so I kept it together, for the most part. The smell of the soap, the flourescent lights, then incessint beeping of the baby monitors, the friendly and helpful nurses, the rocking chairs, they brought it all back. It seemed like it was just yersterday, not 2 1/2 years ago that I beheld our little Zoe for the very first time. </div><div align="center">It was two days after her birth- and as excited as I was to meet her, it took all I had physically just to climb into the wheelchair and take the painful ride up the elevator from the ICU to the NICU - just a couple of floors. It seemed endless to me. It is difficult for me to put into words how I felt when we turned the corner and I caught sight of her. I was overwhelmed with so many emotions - but most of all I think I was just so relieved. Relieved that she was alive - and perfect. Just as Mike had shared with me. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGYNJl9HHfJAqR7UlKEWnQJwepYUc6BAgUotlj17NZ0u41PUZ6KCZiwReXNVlP4lyA_nQQj2lsPBBmv3d8py6HTfEzYcEwaptzBVrVR0J2e7cJ4LEePc1fapga7Mpr-rGGl-XRTn1KEKW/s1600-h/holdingzoefirst+time.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247621498065098498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijGYNJl9HHfJAqR7UlKEWnQJwepYUc6BAgUotlj17NZ0u41PUZ6KCZiwReXNVlP4lyA_nQQj2lsPBBmv3d8py6HTfEzYcEwaptzBVrVR0J2e7cJ4LEePc1fapga7Mpr-rGGl-XRTn1KEKW/s320/holdingzoefirst+time.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247622996368892610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvo8aQRZaWn2vgD5bJ5x7jEbSRG5AS78Xhi24u9-l-eCQ1RscYO8oqOzPJT01aZT51q0Hrl7PkdV_Wb2TNfl3u-necjDFxziasgE56WrVveX4oD_cAeoYQGswTev4aqRDaMZ2NMEoEmT9c/s320/zoefromeric2+034.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Let's just say I am really glad that my "swelling" went down. Or as Janel says - note to others DO NOT have spleen removed and baby removed on the same day!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247623512288343890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7BYpUpY9RktKz7co_oBiF_oRvykf4X2AeDo74BHlYI2ZX5fwmgOcgxnOwsxpZ-2f3i3k-X_ED7E7vhb1dqvWKVXDNIWzqgK7B7nz66FRCyFEsVdUgHZEH83DMrJrtBZb4T6ZhsPI3G_Al/s400/zoefromeric2+024.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><br />It was reported to me that Mike said upon seeing our little one - and reporting on all her stats 3lbs. 4oz, 17 inches long - my little brown trout! 17 inches long for a preemie is quite long...........Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-28336667123431342462008-09-09T21:27:00.000-07:002008-09-09T21:47:00.240-07:00Blogging Break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpY-Gd1m0GCsVc1tKljzNmCMv_h3i7KhR7HBwp9zEK-DjmEz3dFRwlHV1XNgFsbVzBX95V0358FHfILtiLXiWgBDzhSpQFPouaHLmB4ix0wvNLc8O9gOCUedIMKYqz3Rfjqu70JvISlV2_/s1600-h/girlsgrover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244249597406219138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpY-Gd1m0GCsVc1tKljzNmCMv_h3i7KhR7HBwp9zEK-DjmEz3dFRwlHV1XNgFsbVzBX95V0358FHfILtiLXiWgBDzhSpQFPouaHLmB4ix0wvNLc8O9gOCUedIMKYqz3Rfjqu70JvISlV2_/s320/girlsgrover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Okay I am tired of all the comments about my blog or lack of blog. I post this blog with a little trepidation and a great deal of time (I am the slowest blogger ever) Proof - four pictures posted, approximately 50 words typed - 1 hour 37 minutes............ priceless!!! I am not totally convinced blogging is for me. Honestly I love reading yours - but I am definitely insecure. This whole blogging universe is a little overwhelming - every ones life is so fabulous, extremely funny, pictures are amazing, their writing so eloquent, vacations never ending. Me - my days are good and bad. My emotions up and down - and every place in between. I guess what I am saying is here I am - some days funny - writing anything but eloquent, pictures truthful, and my life still definitely FABULOUS. </div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-84594167894885309422008-09-09T21:21:00.000-07:002008-09-09T21:27:14.716-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoFM37GPM8NHDjbTtIcPo7Goi3b-7lYiQ0ARSF1TD3mn_Ez9-e_yIFeQ5ilWmS6oU3AujM7PPGviGmV1bB8PxfepVKW6UDtcDaVYlEmlweYA2WxJlOHEWtSSEQ9QR1M97aSjUQpY40qoL/s1600-h/firstdayschool08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244244334183641730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAoFM37GPM8NHDjbTtIcPo7Goi3b-7lYiQ0ARSF1TD3mn_Ez9-e_yIFeQ5ilWmS6oU3AujM7PPGviGmV1bB8PxfepVKW6UDtcDaVYlEmlweYA2WxJlOHEWtSSEQ9QR1M97aSjUQpY40qoL/s320/firstdayschool08.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Where did the summer go? I can't believe 10 weeks went by so fast. Here are the girls posing for the first day of school. Micaela 5th grade, Brielle 3rd and Zoe - you know!</div><br />And of course my camera battery died so this was the best of the 2 shotsShelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-63914817696376226722008-09-09T21:06:00.000-07:002008-09-09T21:20:51.693-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3cA6yCkmb_yHPj43K74uq0Jz6RQTUdEoU6UyoLygkFzZdSjXgD6598HJCJPLMqRbQ6uPgOrD-YPqoc_9bftSnqCSenGfx2Zf967TGsG5lnuE7iNl11PNEqZRDgU43X4Lo3fmCmxe1jGC/s1600-h/autgus+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244242562087295954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk3cA6yCkmb_yHPj43K74uq0Jz6RQTUdEoU6UyoLygkFzZdSjXgD6598HJCJPLMqRbQ6uPgOrD-YPqoc_9bftSnqCSenGfx2Zf967TGsG5lnuE7iNl11PNEqZRDgU43X4Lo3fmCmxe1jGC/s320/autgus+029.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfZnPBLuZYia2SxA0anBT8VooASP5S4s6CrcmsXYchyB36FDL0Vc-0r6GgkDmZ2JG1zrSecTGdvsxAB7JLe4K4tSuvV9xlLgvyGh9WxTx26KwNflsLjbEvV0j-tdGmgUnPlu5F0Z2MaXe/s1600-h/autgus+051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244242565621055234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfZnPBLuZYia2SxA0anBT8VooASP5S4s6CrcmsXYchyB36FDL0Vc-0r6GgkDmZ2JG1zrSecTGdvsxAB7JLe4K4tSuvV9xlLgvyGh9WxTx26KwNflsLjbEvV0j-tdGmgUnPlu5F0Z2MaXe/s320/autgus+051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9IqK-7kh5pa4J4xAABecMfumnVfhSTclVBv1TxBXN8WSLtjOYkLfkXEOKbyd2HJn2endUdYU0wkVs_P1ttcWMxKfj9Hw6GJOSRvdP6W0Ta45aX3QIKG2p0qjKZgo3uXdV-p7LGXbxiw55/s1600-h/autgus+022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244242570927019506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9IqK-7kh5pa4J4xAABecMfumnVfhSTclVBv1TxBXN8WSLtjOYkLfkXEOKbyd2HJn2endUdYU0wkVs_P1ttcWMxKfj9Hw6GJOSRvdP6W0Ta45aX3QIKG2p0qjKZgo3uXdV-p7LGXbxiw55/s320/autgus+022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-83461452877869989202008-04-22T02:47:00.000-07:002008-04-22T03:06:23.333-07:00What am I made of?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrBhRRBligXWLky0TJ1x5uV6szlEqq9wMdFyK83wiS7fhCrmysE4riksbeUDWp0XwldUxfIs8BHAhrxFf8lsCLUGYpR8dNzZBjp1Dgs6BrUUm1HSVPL8dS5hEJxDEPa9ssv-HsIEUFnkk/s1600-h/March08+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192008747505219298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMrBhRRBligXWLky0TJ1x5uV6szlEqq9wMdFyK83wiS7fhCrmysE4riksbeUDWp0XwldUxfIs8BHAhrxFf8lsCLUGYpR8dNzZBjp1Dgs6BrUUm1HSVPL8dS5hEJxDEPa9ssv-HsIEUFnkk/s320/March08+139.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;">Monday is definetly our busiest day. Run to pick up the girls on time - at 3:15, take Brielle to Choir - eat a snack run into change her clothes. Micaela home, snack change clothes take her to Choir and Brielle to gymnastics. Of course in an attempt to make a busy afternoon crazier - I decided I would make the most of the moments not in the car- and clean out under my sink - this had to be done because I was mopping my floor. Do you see the logic? Actually it did end up being a good think - because I found we had a leak going on under our sink. So our neighbor the plumber came over and we solved the myster - a leacky sprayer faucet - I am sure that is the technical term. Thank goodness it won't be too expensive to fix. Now that I have all the contents strewn all over my counter - to the cupboard can dry, I proceed to mop my floor - Our floor has become the bane of my housecleaning career - it just kind of has a foggy film on it, once mopped it looks cloudy!!! I have tried everything - amonia & vinegar, murphy's wood floor cleaner, the potion the door to door salesman sold us, a new mop, and evern water. Anyway I am off the supject. Admidst all my cleaning, carpooling, soup making, dinner dishing out, math test preparing . . . I get Zoe and Brielle in the bath - and somehowhave the sense to sit down for a moment and talk with Brielle who is totally submerged and "swimming" around in her bubble bath. She pops her head up for a moment and asks me - Mom, I wonder what I am made of? I proceed to give her a very intelligent answer I think - Blood, bones, skin, etc..... I smile and finish with all amazing and wonderful things. She simply smiles and says oh I was thinking I was made out of clay!!! And back under the water my little Brielle goes - made of all all things wonderful and amazing - blood, bones, skin, and perhaps even some clay. So what am I made of?</span></div><br /><div></div>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-26396770861790016612008-02-08T23:03:00.000-08:002008-02-08T23:34:03.585-08:00Da Horse....<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);">Last night, I returned home from a fun girls night - bunko. I was just trying to take care of a few things around the house. It was about 10:30 and Mike was in bed watching t.v. - in marches - little Zoe - polka dot pajama's and all and proceeds to climb into bed and snuggle down into the crook of her dad's arm - and we think drift back to sleep. She has been feeling pretty sick - progressively getting worse since Monday - with a hacking couph and a fever. Knowing this, Mike was especially accomadating of his little night visitor. Around 11 I finally slipped into bed and we were randomly watching who knows what and what commercial should run - one like my new background. The Zoe we thought was drifting off to sleep - her arm shot up pointed to the screen of these beautiful galloping horses - and loudly exclaimed "da horse"........ Zoe has few loves - well since her birthday on the 24th - she now has many more loves - her true love is horses... horse was truly her first word. She is so fun - so easy going -but truly truly so happy with a huge stuffed horse in her bed, a horse to hold and a horse to take whereever she goes.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"> a little side not e- I did take her to the Dr. the next morning - Zoe's confirmed misery sickness has a name - strep...... we opted for the shot -(don't even get me started on that experience) but it really was my best option because she is horrible about talking medicine. Zoe was so upset beyond upset crying all during the shot and after. He little bum is still quite sore - all 22 pounds of her. Oh we love her so - our little Zoe</span><br /></span></span></span>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9049799117935708842.post-14728933001806349672008-01-27T20:34:00.000-08:002008-02-01T08:12:53.067-08:00Our three little women and one struggling mom<span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I will fiigure out how to do this. I will enter the world of blogging. To all who have inspired me I thank you. Keep the inspiration coming it might help. Am I only one laughing!!! Can I really even call this a blog, no I think this is what my sweet friend Janel calls throwing your hat over the fence. So it is thrown and what now!!! I think it means I have to retrieve it - or enjoy life without my hat, or maybe go and get a new one... okay new lesson on this saying Janel. Does it apply? I am just trying to say my first blog is not how I imagine - with the wonderful title - the computer will not allow me to change font color or background color - and pictures well that is definetely putting me over the edge - or at least will make me go downstairs and put the pictures on my desktop to the shared file - so I just spent the last twenty minutes switching the ones on my desktop to ge shared - this will coninue just not tonite. I will win and will have a blog to be proud of. keep checking - love shelby</span>Shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04298167605637135028noreply@blogger.com