tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27477604914383400182024-03-13T23:06:26.878-06:00BlogburnKathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.comBlogger167125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-27325010675036195122012-03-27T16:59:00.003-06:002012-03-27T23:27:38.729-06:00Trying not to let it go to my headI got my invitation today, to the Carbon County Republican Party, Nominating Convention 2012. <div><br /></div><div>Two weeks ago I caucused. Republican. Utah. </div><div><br /></div><div>As P and I were waiting in the massive line that night to get checked in (where we were reminded that we weren't registered as Republicans; he, Libertarian, me, independent), P was discussing with a neighbor that he wasn't sure he belonged at this caucus. He explained that as he thought about the issues he wasn't sure he agreed with the Republicans on any of them. Take guns for instance, does he think that people should be allowed to to own assault riffles? No, not at all. </div><div><br /></div><div>After this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">sacrilege</span> left P's mouth, the man in front of him (6'4", 280lbs) turned around and looked him up and down. The man was wearing camouflage. On a Thursday evening. At a caucus.</div><div><br /></div><div>P stood by his moral compass and retained his libertarian voter registration, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">relegating</span> himself to an "observer." I caved to the peer pressure and signed up. </div><div><br /></div><div>Then I got chosen/voted to be a delegate to the county convention, where they nominate the republican candidates for county offices. Which in Carbon County, this time around is the nominee for the one open commissioner seat. The interesting thing about Carbon County? Its Democrat. In Utah. So pretty much, it's not gonna <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">matter. 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Looking forward to some good Carbon County education though, and maybe even some stories to tell.</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-12655507377078135312012-02-06T23:16:00.006-06:002012-02-07T17:25:28.254-06:00Sheepish<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvoVklDslFTpDSKttjz6_vq0dDmuTsJxLMQIOi0YoHUsP3gdrnJySc2UdhFngYIcXT3iWqnnY4zn_gih04_-t9GKG6gT-JIu_N8kKnSYvaHLsVe306k2KHT5GSvtD-ODGJqV8-sGyHBs/s1600/ne11jul21-poster.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706537906831888498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRvoVklDslFTpDSKttjz6_vq0dDmuTsJxLMQIOi0YoHUsP3gdrnJySc2UdhFngYIcXT3iWqnnY4zn_gih04_-t9GKG6gT-JIu_N8kKnSYvaHLsVe306k2KHT5GSvtD-ODGJqV8-sGyHBs/s320/ne11jul21-poster.jpg" /></a> <br /><div>So, P and I heard this rumor. From a reliable source. Who sounded <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> surprised that we hadn't heard it.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>And then I told Someone. Well, I didn't really tell, I went the, "Have you heard...?" route. Someone hadn't.</div><br /><div>A few days later P and I went to dinner with some Friends. P asked, "Have you heard...?"</div>They hadn't.</div><br /><div>P and I were discussing potential consequences of said rumor last night. I said, "it's just a rumor, probably nothing is going to change." I was feeling bad, we we're telling others, when it was really pure gossip. Plus it didn't sound like it was as widespread as I'd thought.</div><br /><div>Trying to be supportive he recounted how at church the rumor was mentioned by Neighbor 1, and then Neighbor 2 agreed and had further details. Neighbor 3 denied the truthfulness of this particular gem. So there see, darling wife, you are not the only one.</div><br /><div>Um, P? Neighbor 1 is husband of Someone. Neighbor 1 is helping Neighbor 2 with some remodeling. Neighbor 3 works with Friend. Pretty sure I/we are the source we are using to confirm our own gossip.</div><br /><div>I think I am going to go back to not talking to anyone.</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-4023880063689611582012-01-31T16:18:00.012-06:002012-02-02T00:23:34.199-06:00Interview for MotherhoodMy brother is applying for internships right now, so we've talked resumes and interviews a couple<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b6029;"> <span style="color:#000000;">of times. It's gotten me thinking about what an interview for my current occupation might be like:</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b6029;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">interview questions in red, </span><span style="color:#000000;">(suggested answers/tips in black)</span></span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">So, tell me a little about yourself? What do you like to do?</span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(Pure warm up, throw away question, just don't say anything idiotic and you'll be fine)</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b2800;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b6029;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Your resume says that you enjoy travel, ever been on a crowded metro?</span> </span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">(Careful here, not merely a warm up question. The interviewer will take away from this how you feel about personal space, which translates into how you'll do with children popping in and out of the bathroom while you are showering)</span></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span">How would you describe your attention span?</span><br /></span><span style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span">(Here the interviewer wants to know if you'll be able to hang with the four year-old playing delivery person. Can you keep your head in the game while they make 37 imaginary deliveries, deliveries you must receive gracefully, even excitedly, every time)</span><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Tell me about something risky you've done? How did it turn out? How did you react?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">(Here the interviewer wants to assess how you'll do with a two year old that loves to disrobe with no warning, while simultaneously going through a phase where she decides she's ready to be potty trained: combining easy removal underwear with less than perfect toileting consistency)</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">What is the brake for? How do the wheels go? What does an axle look like? How does the fuel make the axle turn? What's a piston? Where is it? How fast does it go? Horsepower?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">(Don't expect to have time between these questions to actually answer them, just stay relaxed)</span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">What's the longest you've gone without eating? Without using the bathroom?</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">(These questions might break equal employment laws, but what? you going to sue?)</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b6029;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#ff0000;">Moving on to the case portion of our interview, can you point out the potential risks and rewards of the following situation, I just want to hear you think through it:</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b6029;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Making a spaghetti squash main dish for dinner and trying to pass it off as real pasta to a 2 year old, 4 year old, and 8 year old.</span> </span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0b6029;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">And here's a little bonus question for you</span> <span style="color:#000000;">(you know you're doing well if they are offering you the bonus question),</span> <span style="color:#ff0000;">how often does an elementary school have to re-gravel their playground? Please ask me any questions you would like, if you need more information.</span></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;">(some questions you might like to ask: How large is the playground? How many students at the school? How much sand is in the average childs shoe at the end of EVERY DAY?)</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">If you make it through this whole interview without any interruptions, it's not a good sign, they didn't think you were a contender, you're not going to get called back.</span>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-12509118027343034042012-01-26T21:28:00.006-06:002012-01-26T21:46:38.333-06:00Cussing?From the front page of the Sun Advocate, local newspaper, Jan. 24, highlighting mine:<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBdx_Ie67UgmB9HwYRjxp0tD3h-YeOyKwWNGwsbt1UK3WbDFDUEFDSuRWfHrHV0BuzR2DqOMCqYkyzX6liy7ip5cO_IcayKjF0KAlYMVDa6uJC-COn3je_bTtu1fN1ZxvjPmdsZFfOSc/s1600/dog.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702151443653470818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihBdx_Ie67UgmB9HwYRjxp0tD3h-YeOyKwWNGwsbt1UK3WbDFDUEFDSuRWfHrHV0BuzR2DqOMCqYkyzX6liy7ip5cO_IcayKjF0KAlYMVDa6uJC-COn3je_bTtu1fN1ZxvjPmdsZFfOSc/s320/dog.jpg" /></a>Peanut shows off furry snow clots after running around in her owner's yard for awhile on Saturday. The Carbon County area was blanketed with snow on Saturday, the first real snowstorm of the year for the entire county. In the central valley and up to the east county area the snow came down piling up four to six inches. <span style="color:#ff0000;">For some the slick roads made them cuss</span>, but most people were thankful that at long last some moisture was coming out of the sky. The weather is expected to be mostly sunny and warmer through Thursday, with highs in the low- to mid-40s and overnight lows near 20 degrees. </p><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#ff0000;">When was the last time you heard the word cuss? last time you saw it in print?</span> </p>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-83579842904825300242012-01-26T17:45:00.009-06:002012-01-26T21:58:05.076-06:00So. Food.As any of you who I've spoken to in the last two years know, the food situation in Price is dismal. I talk about it incessantly ("There's Greek Streak, run by a Mexican family, where everything is served with a side of spaghetti or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Farleno's </span>where salt is the only spice used, and used heavily, or ..." you know, you've heard me). Every few months P, in his eternal optimist way and I, in my easily swayed by him way, will try again. Like it might have changed...? It hasn't.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>At some point I realized I would be cooking every night of the week, week in and week out. Cooking hasn't come easily to me (in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span>-marriage conversation I described it as "drudgery"). I have to meal plan, which means at the end of the week I have the plan, jotted on a piece of paper. That piece of paper symbolizes quite a bit of effort and I struggle to throw it away. And so I have stuck in the back of my recipe binder weeks and weeks worth of meal notes. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Here's the week before last:<br /><br /><div>1/13, Fri - Crepes, savory: spinach, grilled chicken in roux or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">omelet</span> like scrambled eggs (for the kids) dessert: fresh blackberries and strawberries in cream with homemade caramel sauce</div><br /><div>Sat - In Provo (hallelujah, yes, Provo has become a food destination for me<br /><br /><div>Sun - chicken <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">tikka</span> over rice with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">naan</span> cooked on the grill</div><br /><div>Mon - <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Black bean</span> soup with cornbread</div><br /><div>Tues - Chicken enchiladas with leftover <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">black bean</span> soup</div><br /><div>Wed - Tomato soup (made from garden tomatoes that my sister in law helped me bottle) and homemade whole wheat bread</div><br /><div>Thurs - Leftover enchiladas</div><br /><br /><div>And this past week's:</div><br /><div>1/20, Fri - Boxed Mac 'n' cheese (I made the mistake of asking N what he wanted) and grilled chicken green salad. Chicken not used in enchiladas.</div><br /><div>Sat - Grilled black pepper tuna steaks, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">cous</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">cous</span>, butternut squash (the last one from the garden)</div><br /><div>Sun - at family gathering</div><br /><div>Mon - Lentil loaf (new recipe), with baked potato and carrots</div><br /><div>Tues - Sweet potato, carrot, & apple soup with homemade artisan bread</div><br /><div>Wed - pasta with chicken, vegetables and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">alfredo</span> sauce</div><br /><div>Thurs - leftovers</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So you might be seeing more menu list, as I strive to immortalize the effects of the small town life we've chosen to live and maybe I'll be able to throw away those slips of paper.</div></div></div></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-83773472673642094912011-12-19T15:45:00.001-06:002011-12-20T17:29:28.577-06:00Inner Domestic Goddess Emerges<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Apparently, I have one, an inner domestic goddess, that is.<br />
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Ok, you knew it was too good to be true. I didn't re-upholster the couch myself, just picking the fabric and arranging to have it done (by Hector, in Provo, if you want details let me know, he was great) took me a year.<br />
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Partly because I was looking for something that would blend with this chair. But it's finally DONE!</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-34150608999120535282011-11-07T23:40:00.001-06:002011-11-07T23:43:40.622-06:00Fall Over<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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What? Where did fall go? A reminder that much of life seems to just be rushing by, with little introspection or reflection here recently, and not nearly enough laughing at myself.<br />
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S turned eight (EIGHT!) recently. He got <a href="http://mormon.org/searchResults?query=baptism&constraints=site&constraint=video&start=1&count=20">baptized</a> this weekend. It was a beautiful day, with three grandma's: two of his, one of mine; a granddad, a few aunts and uncles, lots of cousins, and some friends. <br />
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Quote of the week nomination: "Is the lunch just for family? Or can friends come too?" - Neighbor girl, as I'm trying to figure out how thin the post-baptism luncheon soup can reasonably be.<br />
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And Halloween? I never shared my Halloween masterpiece with the world... (Okay, make that Blogburn readership, which is at this point, what? Carrie?)<br />
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J was a parrot, to N's pirate. I was feeling pretty creative until we got in line at the costume contest behind another pirate/parrot pair. <br />
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So, Goodbye Fall. Wow. Look at those pumpkins! All from our garden, another feat of fall gone by.<br />
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Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-68035566952768870262011-08-13T23:35:00.004-05:002011-08-14T00:04:08.228-05:00Say's who?It's a Say's Phoebe!
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<br />I told S at the beginning of the summer that he could pick one thing and we'd study it together over the summer. I was hoping for geography, or maybe, since we live surrounded by brown hills, and everyone in town in supported by the coal mining industry, geology. Nope. Birds. He picked birds.
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<br />Okay, I'm a can-do type mom, right? Not my choice, but we can do that, I thought. There were two different kinds of birds nesting in our yard, we'll just identify those and then observe and learn. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hah</span>. Two different kinds of mid-sized brown birds. We watched them day in and day out, we had the bird watchers book on our table for weeks. We'd look at it daily. The birds laid eggs. We looked at the book. The eggs hatched. We looked at the book. We got a new book. The chicks started to fly. We looked at the book. I was starting to feel rather desperate, when I realized that they were no longer returning to the nest. Were they going to take off and leave us stranded? All that time and no identification? a summer's study unhatched and unfulfilled?
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<br />And then last Thursday morning, I FOUND IT! It's a Say's Phoebe. I was elated. A friendship cemented by a name. "S!" I exclaimed, "come! look! behold!" I gestured, I may have jumped up and down. "Cool." he said, and he went back to his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Legos</span>.
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<br />But I am a woman captivated. I took the book when we went camping, we identified two more birds. I kept stopping the car on last weeks youth group trip, making the teenagers LOOK AT THE BIRDS! Maybe he'll choose birds again next year?
<br /><span style="font-size:78%;">Yeah, I only identified one of the birds nesting in the yard.</span>
<br />Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-64731818579434833512011-07-31T22:23:00.003-05:002011-07-31T22:26:50.261-05:00Quote of the WeekN: Mom, why do some people have two moms?<br />Mom: Well, some people get divorced, and their dad might get married to a different mom.<br />N: When will we get two moms?Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-84514275282754901752011-05-20T23:01:00.002-05:002011-05-20T23:32:26.593-05:00Reaching for a blogburn post...Do three unrelated thoughts, a blog post make?<br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6WTMB8qfHdPCnC92P-d5_RZWRzDBcpAQ_vY5Syelfozk3BEthn1vWRffrSJdmm31KPZ6OzPjpaK8nJrr4hv0TOp9naMs0_hhSnMAn7M8IWE1pF9YZDco43HpLrHBcr03Wr5Dsb59fxE/s1600/IMG_1328.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609017429058195074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6WTMB8qfHdPCnC92P-d5_RZWRzDBcpAQ_vY5Syelfozk3BEthn1vWRffrSJdmm31KPZ6OzPjpaK8nJrr4hv0TOp9naMs0_hhSnMAn7M8IWE1pF9YZDco43HpLrHBcr03Wr5Dsb59fxE/s320/IMG_1328.jpg" border="0" /></a> Marital bliss = two copies of The Economist<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirMUpPBV-L8DTd1X2XedXiPmZhoAA7ntBuFRXb4oSt1VuYmI5dbTrzDqxLOqM6Ev2vor7hlFYsPqO6IhuavVxYbWoFFHulP1uwZ8sTl18aX1qg-fo-38BFzbaGwcvjQRsLAuDFJUGYVeY/s1600/IMG_1332.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609017440487391858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirMUpPBV-L8DTd1X2XedXiPmZhoAA7ntBuFRXb4oSt1VuYmI5dbTrzDqxLOqM6Ev2vor7hlFYsPqO6IhuavVxYbWoFFHulP1uwZ8sTl18aX1qg-fo-38BFzbaGwcvjQRsLAuDFJUGYVeY/s320/IMG_1332.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tonight when making cookies, I finished off the eggs, the oatmeal, two bags of chocolate chips, the box of butter, the baking soda, and a t<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">upperware</span> of walnuts. Exact quantities called for in the recipe. How cool is that? I love completeness.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">I also mowed the grass this evening, which I haven't done in a LONG time. I really <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">enjoyed</span> it. Outside, the smell of the grass mixed with the smell of fuel... All that time with your thoughts, no one can <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">interrupt</span>, it's too loud to hear them if they try. I recently realized that in the last couple of places I've lived, I haven't known anyone that does their own <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">yard work</span>, here I don't know anyone who does not.</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">Quote of last week : I helped Dad lawn the grass! - N after following Phil around with his toy lawn mower for over an hour, as Phil mowed.</div><br /><div align="left"></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-59870395938180858262011-04-20T00:22:00.004-05:002011-04-20T00:34:33.189-05:00Bluebonnets it Ain't<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKaiK0j7r_rCZSyMbQH6y1B31K6ZrMFfsFN5ghidAdTg82Z8r9GJwp5lkQclL_os6M6q9wz3zzRpeB_i5aG8YQ_UBVeFHUMBH9mUKlrCkYqlHHEZgA58I_73QX_m4pXQK8b13obAoWto/s1600/Apr11+192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597533108006281250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvKaiK0j7r_rCZSyMbQH6y1B31K6ZrMFfsFN5ghidAdTg82Z8r9GJwp5lkQclL_os6M6q9wz3zzRpeB_i5aG8YQ_UBVeFHUMBH9mUKlrCkYqlHHEZgA58I_73QX_m4pXQK8b13obAoWto/s320/Apr11+192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJjaWXbt5oyT1Izzrur0jlomxnEqn0Vmo9Zzf984dOJ4QnFj0J-z2fhfu42oAONLGHN1YaBMI0_PKGETADj4ht5WfKQORLbDLaPyCD827y7fQP0DuczSrG1sBrVwBxw5ZiRFie0qfeIQ/s1600/Apr11+188.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597533100369496674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJjaWXbt5oyT1Izzrur0jlomxnEqn0Vmo9Zzf984dOJ4QnFj0J-z2fhfu42oAONLGHN1YaBMI0_PKGETADj4ht5WfKQORLbDLaPyCD827y7fQP0DuczSrG1sBrVwBxw5ZiRFie0qfeIQ/s320/Apr11+188.jpg" border="0" /></a> Bluebonnets it ain't. Front yard it is.</div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-48805939172340323022011-04-19T23:54:00.005-05:002011-04-20T00:18:17.092-05:00Free is Good<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7Un8UgBVZJdoFhLg6YU2qAUnRvVOQqHQmaoSZjovFUVJBRxCUbMRtKnOzKhICS2rZxFOWFgS_NtLUCFPFpOEI1S9L-TxLddzobzJPTHRkuim_3Jp7Z1Kaj2-HNwDQxrHTwTtfziCmOY/s1600/Apr11+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597526744365728786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ7Un8UgBVZJdoFhLg6YU2qAUnRvVOQqHQmaoSZjovFUVJBRxCUbMRtKnOzKhICS2rZxFOWFgS_NtLUCFPFpOEI1S9L-TxLddzobzJPTHRkuim_3Jp7Z1Kaj2-HNwDQxrHTwTtfziCmOY/s320/Apr11+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV36P3lSakLr_hya0TSvGe6cYswT04UBr_aZ7iy4FOzxTh6U263bb_kiNQr4swrDQvdXwZHhoHjyPZ296ViZV5UZ1wjZu0F1yfmyHhxUKzXD5xsc7YSGlr57bftv5iDWZK1_getlOyiY/s1600/Apr11+098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597526735744504690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV36P3lSakLr_hya0TSvGe6cYswT04UBr_aZ7iy4FOzxTh6U263bb_kiNQr4swrDQvdXwZHhoHjyPZ296ViZV5UZ1wjZu0F1yfmyHhxUKzXD5xsc7YSGlr57bftv5iDWZK1_getlOyiY/s320/Apr11+098.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9jjGG4zhJ5VJ_hzcpo15w8z0ypEDFBZdQgCYSfUovXNDQfINycTRAybfzrRd11_nnkv8d_4Co7_UOkGTX6_JvZo3h5SrFnFiZf-1gT_EsIk9R1wKEx-BCbuV-kH6qWrOfWwGLuxmL9Y/s1600/Apr11+147.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597526727373640098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_9jjGG4zhJ5VJ_hzcpo15w8z0ypEDFBZdQgCYSfUovXNDQfINycTRAybfzrRd11_nnkv8d_4Co7_UOkGTX6_JvZo3h5SrFnFiZf-1gT_EsIk9R1wKEx-BCbuV-kH6qWrOfWwGLuxmL9Y/s320/Apr11+147.jpg" border="0" /></a> Day Trip to Arches!<br /><br /><br /><div align="left">We were happy that the government shutdown didn't materialize and we were able to proceed, as planned, with our national park <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">day trip</span> this past weekend. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">We pulled up to the little booth, wallet in hand, only to have the helpful ranger tell us, "National Park Week, free admission." What?<br /></div><br /><div align="left">Poor policy? Maybe, but besides being the week before Easter (and national parks being packed with spring breakers) it was also tax weekend and we were feeling a little ill used by Uncle Sam. Free admission helped.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">It lasts all the way through the 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, so visit a national park, and get yours.</span></div></div></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-28174301149762619712011-03-22T16:05:00.005-06:002011-03-22T16:19:18.852-06:00March Madness<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2zCWHmV0gXWj_shMQpm9zYQfdqoOttEy3-Rti-jC_mTthn7ROHBSL8Re5E7WZhuozYzUdEbvl40i2apE7jh04JRVudKulTEQh6Bp2zdmgfkctPT3Wc9wePZy52fOKkyRmz5zv8jKioY/s1600/Mar+324.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587031385260072578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy2zCWHmV0gXWj_shMQpm9zYQfdqoOttEy3-Rti-jC_mTthn7ROHBSL8Re5E7WZhuozYzUdEbvl40i2apE7jh04JRVudKulTEQh6Bp2zdmgfkctPT3Wc9wePZy52fOKkyRmz5zv8jKioY/s320/Mar+324.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TUhpnoEJAZVRa4Lr7BXYGpAmRm5_xyA0GBSxg_pTejvTOYNon8F8NaratNkYCwnaQGZ1Fe5UElDX5efEZpzb0lUbpSaFGgwHKQT1CP2suZeOOlkT5M6C9V5wTmx23OB3rwqRqvzBBGY/s1600/Mar+321.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587030739627008674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6TUhpnoEJAZVRa4Lr7BXYGpAmRm5_xyA0GBSxg_pTejvTOYNon8F8NaratNkYCwnaQGZ1Fe5UElDX5efEZpzb0lUbpSaFGgwHKQT1CP2suZeOOlkT5M6C9V5wTmx23OB3rwqRqvzBBGY/s320/Mar+321.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center">It's been a rough week. </div><div align="center">A black eye and a fractured arm. </div><div align="center">In <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">separate</span> incidents.<br /><br /></div><div></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-19118047428330898262011-03-16T22:09:00.003-06:002011-03-16T22:16:03.829-06:00Go Cougs!And Wildcats and Tigers. And Bulldogs and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hoyas</span>. And Spiders.<br /><br />S filled out a bracket this year. He choose based on mascot. Turns out he prefers fierce sounding animals, and spiders. Maybe that was due to the NOVA he'd just watched about <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">venomous</span> animals? Long segment on spiders.<br /><br />K: Fighting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Illini</span> or Running Rebels?<br />S: Fighting <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Illini</span>, those other guys sound like they're running away.<br /><br />S: Terriers? Ha!<br /><br />K: I'm not sure what a buckeye is...<br />S: It's the eye of a buck.<br />(Apparently quite cool)Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-63147047903920193202011-03-09T17:24:00.001-06:002011-03-09T17:27:06.318-06:00The Craziest Thing<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Xo79AT0CLJSGMUAHAnOyX2wbDecjBSgBzxbyyAG_7kkcPKpc03XMeB__77uE6m5Y3WCsK2NNXexVcnQwzBEagpoAc6kuvXAwgZc8tL8M2GSckLlr7WFUzg2_2wq0x5JGhvRV5GwOKGQ/s1600/02+-+Feb.jpg"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6Xo79AT0CLJSGMUAHAnOyX2wbDecjBSgBzxbyyAG_7kkcPKpc03XMeB__77uE6m5Y3WCsK2NNXexVcnQwzBEagpoAc6kuvXAwgZc8tL8M2GSckLlr7WFUzg2_2wq0x5JGhvRV5GwOKGQ/s400/02+-+Feb.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Quite possibly the craziest thing I've ever done? 12 hour drive to my parents,and back<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Minivan's</span> occupants? Myself, my three kids, my cousin, my cousin's two kids, my aunt<br />(or as my uncle said, "a driver and two prison guards")<br /><br />I haven't spent much time (okay any) with my aunt and cousin in years. We were traveling with 5 children, 4 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">carseats</span>, and a maintenance required light that insisted we <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">were</span> reckless. In the end, no damage done, except for what results from watching <em>Chip and Dale</em> cartoons over and over and over again. More than no damage done, it was FUN. And hanging out in the sun on the new deck with my parents was just what we all needed. <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-54867512087596958952011-02-09T14:16:00.002-06:002011-02-09T15:52:04.900-06:00First Grade FundraiserS brought home his <em>Jump Rope for Heart </em>form recently, all pumped about the rewards you can get for fundraising. You know, you remember, the awesome "speed" jump rope, the super cool tee shirt, the...<br /><br />Does anyone else see these and think, exploitation? I mean how hard is it to get a bunch of kindhearted first graders all excited about "saving lives"? And who's going to turn their earnest little souls down when they come knocking on your door? I did a quick search on where the money raised from jump rope for heart goes. $0.64/dollar to research, $0.32/dollar on fundraising...<br /><br />Or am I just a scrooge? Or is g<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rinch</span> the more appropriate term?<br /><br />At least there is some good in the physical activity encouragement. Though in asking S, he wasn't all that clear on where the jumping rope came into it. I remember in Jr. High, the magazine sale fundraiser with all these little fuzzy... were they called <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">weeples</span>? as rewards. 12 year old girls are suckers for little fuzzy things. Not much good in that one.<br /><br />So, I'm faced with a decision: Try to talk him down, convince him that the jump rope isn't that cool and I don't hate people with heart problems, or go the "I don't know what happened to that sign-up sheet..." route. Or I guess I could just let him go for it? Nah, not this year. Maybe next year.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-8596550597738129622011-01-23T12:03:00.005-06:002011-01-25T23:13:41.151-06:00January. Blah.<div><div>I find January a depressing month. Cold and dark outside. Here all the snow has melted, leaving only brown mud behind. Nothing to look forward to except new episodes of Biggest Loser. Significantly less busy than I've been the last few months, feeling unproductive and unmotivated. Plenty of time to blog, but nothing worth sharing.</div><br /><div>I've noticed that my view is a good attitude barometer. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2pr5HJ-PoSn0OC-RUl_wIDIDYFlyqk6Rb7YwIKbVu3f4FZnWrt5KDOh7uF1DvunX9NVTN9LbN9cYnv0ZCFj5vpMzbUQY_3peL10OuFARAXh_NrSez-m1xNoNO_ib6HzCat9pm6nXT_I/s1600/fall+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565445707062336002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm2pr5HJ-PoSn0OC-RUl_wIDIDYFlyqk6Rb7YwIKbVu3f4FZnWrt5KDOh7uF1DvunX9NVTN9LbN9cYnv0ZCFj5vpMzbUQY_3peL10OuFARAXh_NrSez-m1xNoNO_ib6HzCat9pm6nXT_I/s320/fall+003.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>At times the view out my back window is pretty dramatic, and on days when I'm feeling <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">optimistic</span>, I look outside and see the mountains and the way the light comes through the clouds. On days when I'm feeling rather more January, I look out and I see the neighbors fence and the expanse of brown between here and the mountains.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM36HI9L__XHhtrM4ydgJ1dXLz4R6tTZwyC7SQcn2FOdxN1arEzVBLHfVS6lA7-bf8I-J5uCVo1rp6RGJh9biclaMbqt1Iptw-cqIgZqSubnXSCkWNnLFzFAoXeft2Ef0WvWH5dij0_MI/s1600/fall+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565447647901842050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM36HI9L__XHhtrM4ydgJ1dXLz4R6tTZwyC7SQcn2FOdxN1arEzVBLHfVS6lA7-bf8I-J5uCVo1rp6RGJh9biclaMbqt1Iptw-cqIgZqSubnXSCkWNnLFzFAoXeft2Ef0WvWH5dij0_MI/s320/fall+005.jpg" border="0" /></a>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-12653280092250264082010-12-16T23:21:00.005-06:002010-12-16T23:41:21.437-06:00Ridiculously IdyllicWe cut our own tree this year. It was nothing like <em>Christmas Vacation</em>. It was one of those ridiculously <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">idyllic</span> days that happen only very occasionally; and which trick you into starting some sort of tradition because you hope it'll always be like that.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoxt3QDRzCzoAX5OMA_xnUIiEngss8a0VQZqxYHkMcURZWtr1chtbVcA0a2iod1m2tLzIuZNF3j5g7UK5hzf2TbIvCxaFKgBd1mEkag4VN4euqV_MYtqTBfPYsc0Cdrm0wu5WYQNA028/s1600/IMG_1230.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551518650541826178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoxt3QDRzCzoAX5OMA_xnUIiEngss8a0VQZqxYHkMcURZWtr1chtbVcA0a2iod1m2tLzIuZNF3j5g7UK5hzf2TbIvCxaFKgBd1mEkag4VN4euqV_MYtqTBfPYsc0Cdrm0wu5WYQNA028/s320/IMG_1230.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrqiQ_WRUDMyb9epdmw9ynVZ1NN1OcvbuoV8Hobo6EVo0jQuK3tfCHdUCtDKDA5CoUlCLH0beAzJRAaRfyCHhokYvubB-M9SmahfQKkfXVDq17rHpaKNabVxpHKZTsdwt2CZJLqKpKkw/s1600/IMG_1224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551518647325435314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFrqiQ_WRUDMyb9epdmw9ynVZ1NN1OcvbuoV8Hobo6EVo0jQuK3tfCHdUCtDKDA5CoUlCLH0beAzJRAaRfyCHhokYvubB-M9SmahfQKkfXVDq17rHpaKNabVxpHKZTsdwt2CZJLqKpKkw/s320/IMG_1224.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA7oysuInaZ2JbPDIIYIbk9FtSN05-i3-wduqxvUVaBofhh4Sta2dsDQ49FI8EJ4bdoElWzzK91R_KwRltLGyTOXnJ0vANK92tANc3D-Reslhi0HCMkxTGjzq97v1YvUBf_oK6oi3Z6Qc/s1600/IMG_1232.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551518652629503442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA7oysuInaZ2JbPDIIYIbk9FtSN05-i3-wduqxvUVaBofhh4Sta2dsDQ49FI8EJ4bdoElWzzK91R_KwRltLGyTOXnJ0vANK92tANc3D-Reslhi0HCMkxTGjzq97v1YvUBf_oK6oi3Z6Qc/s320/IMG_1232.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p>Ford should put us in a commercial, that kind of idyllic. Well, except for how N looks like he's about to crawl under the truck. </p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">And yes, we lasted two months as homeowners in Utah before we bought a truck</span></p>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-6035481917740421002010-12-12T23:25:00.004-06:002010-12-12T23:40:01.058-06:00The Barter BarSo, in my rural Utah location there is a call in classifieds radio show. So every morning on one of the local radio stations you can call in and let all the faithful listeners know that you're selling your old tires, or goats, or spinning wheel. Perfect for getting rid of my moving boxes I thought. But here's the thing, it's really hard to get through. People are just burning up the line trying to get the word out on their junk. So, I had to resort to email, which they read on air. Then my line was burning up with people who wanted to come and get my free boxes.<br />The lucky recipient? My garbage man. Yup. He said, "Oh, I know where you're at I pick up your garbage on Thursday mornings." When he came we had a nice conversation about trash, you know, how my neighbors forget to put out their garbage, or the lady who lived her before me didn't produce much. Turns out that's what living in a small town's like.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-6323659642027414982010-11-17T23:12:00.002-06:002010-11-17T23:17:38.218-06:00Alternatively<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JQfqKW0v8-A6rgiesg87ek8VJwNjMSoORJ_r0lVfSlbNx3MkFJ6cTha2Siha_Xi2KRFqhsvaIjipUEMM4_JNb9NT8OCLfcoe9liWO-FzlkO1ELuWq0MVdl4aShflZBXYQtmkn-91htc/s1600/Nov+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540754202720486962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5JQfqKW0v8-A6rgiesg87ek8VJwNjMSoORJ_r0lVfSlbNx3MkFJ6cTha2Siha_Xi2KRFqhsvaIjipUEMM4_JNb9NT8OCLfcoe9liWO-FzlkO1ELuWq0MVdl4aShflZBXYQtmkn-91htc/s320/Nov+010.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCwWhb3h9ZBkzY5_IyGQ82sL1neoTVeZ1nTwi13M8Js-8pK79OBVNhRHmr3fGdLDKCNNx9cwZc6Mz2D7BN5zHgmns474MQfEdCs0RsM65UJZVBL9ZkixLs40LKJS35FhWs5qSSaYeTgk/s1600/Nov+009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540754201201400354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTCwWhb3h9ZBkzY5_IyGQ82sL1neoTVeZ1nTwi13M8Js-8pK79OBVNhRHmr3fGdLDKCNNx9cwZc6Mz2D7BN5zHgmns474MQfEdCs0RsM65UJZVBL9ZkixLs40LKJS35FhWs5qSSaYeTgk/s320/Nov+009.jpg" /></a>Alternatively, I can just release the J-vac.<br /><br /><div> </div></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-1805440587613886052010-11-10T22:26:00.004-06:002010-11-10T22:36:40.295-06:00You're Gonna Be So JealousIf you are well over 30 and/or have multiple children you're so jealous:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0p0k_A6ClbTYskxRSdu434MryYUoSFGa3GVUTUjyqDNAb2wicxe8EXqm18QjHw-SOlp0oG4ocGbDnGkFv5lJwKGFnaysOmaWM7pJ6NpCFhsQQHd6x0OTG_zKOyuQeoFx8g7NZ5jEsw-U/s1600/Fall+220.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538145173601377762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0p0k_A6ClbTYskxRSdu434MryYUoSFGa3GVUTUjyqDNAb2wicxe8EXqm18QjHw-SOlp0oG4ocGbDnGkFv5lJwKGFnaysOmaWM7pJ6NpCFhsQQHd6x0OTG_zKOyuQeoFx8g7NZ5jEsw-U/s320/Fall+220.jpg" /></a> That is the central vac intake located underneath my kitchen cabinets, which means I don't need a dustpan. I just sweep all the crumbs, cheerios, and dried mac right over in front of it, flip the switch and it all gets sucked away. So, until the boys realize how cool it is and suck up something sticky and it ceases to work I am just going to enjoy it... it and the rest of our new house.Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-45387194276755972082010-10-31T23:08:00.004-06:002010-10-31T23:38:13.095-06:00The Party<div align="left">We did a combined birthday party for my boys this year. It was supposed to be N's turn but since he wasn't too pleasant on his actual birthday, </div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5b0sY1IYAKniL2Z_ltGTW-oDkMYo6AI3Rx6UQQQdy2yizQ1Yg0XB4Smw4lCTsbTKIRjzTUkJgpRcJmw6amWCbwwIVLosq7z_yet75VGZ4dqnMylgwOjmD1uq3cYHcVhZH28NrAl_VuoA/s1600/Fall+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534449424864505986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5b0sY1IYAKniL2Z_ltGTW-oDkMYo6AI3Rx6UQQQdy2yizQ1Yg0XB4Smw4lCTsbTKIRjzTUkJgpRcJmw6amWCbwwIVLosq7z_yet75VGZ4dqnMylgwOjmD1uq3cYHcVhZH28NrAl_VuoA/s200/Fall+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> I decided three-year-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">olds</span> aren't ready for mass present reception and we went with the combined party, no gifts.<br /><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Since we have so many boxes I decided we'd build a box city at the party. This is part of the reason I couldn't just call it off after N's shenanigans at the family party. This was the perfect plan to re-use my boxes (and be forgiven by mother earth for the carbon footprint of those pants...maybe).<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckypWTU_cJtGxRpTBeulgfHsBC0gOkz-OMia3S4XioOG05LkdQk6Uv5V4ebLzCNpWBh_vthWgoZbzBBkWX75ck2hUKeEOhidQu0fLCOzeSn4xjDynjzf7_ya0hfWFrUsSRJ1TbmxPmSY/s1600/Fall+182.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534449425903800994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhckypWTU_cJtGxRpTBeulgfHsBC0gOkz-OMia3S4XioOG05LkdQk6Uv5V4ebLzCNpWBh_vthWgoZbzBBkWX75ck2hUKeEOhidQu0fLCOzeSn4xjDynjzf7_ya0hfWFrUsSRJ1TbmxPmSY/s200/Fall+182.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Pre</span>-party, land development, - with cousin D<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0twswyMBdSkFXAZISEzjDIgzplfNT-vqvRH7n6o0qyo1G2nbzbAoSSywL388iItjRBsxm0QZgyNGBFMURHDQqGkB4eGvvDh1cdtyrde2nEC3CkaRXUvV5ASgEgfsmjwEwMPOFKGQSVQ/s1600/Fall+186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534448355690962194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ0twswyMBdSkFXAZISEzjDIgzplfNT-vqvRH7n6o0qyo1G2nbzbAoSSywL388iItjRBsxm0QZgyNGBFMURHDQqGkB4eGvvDh1cdtyrde2nEC3CkaRXUvV5ASgEgfsmjwEwMPOFKGQSVQ/s200/Fall+186.jpg" border="0" /></a> Cousin D really got into the whole thing<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jZlJ-SRT4ASyKJRK2QXiU-uyGu3NkTJxj_nvZLBL4Rt5ylkmX0JBNLavlHQNlH1wqwekA5MXPNFZVN5vZVeEB0flZ4LwSrDnAwSZ0PW7xN-txShpiO6QZYw8mPyWQ2CNhTFjtXDJYn4/s1600/Fall+187.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534448349643056626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2jZlJ-SRT4ASyKJRK2QXiU-uyGu3NkTJxj_nvZLBL4Rt5ylkmX0JBNLavlHQNlH1wqwekA5MXPNFZVN5vZVeEB0flZ4LwSrDnAwSZ0PW7xN-txShpiO6QZYw8mPyWQ2CNhTFjtXDJYn4/s200/Fall+187.jpg" border="0" /></a> Creating the building of their choice</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_8K_w_rO0ALG6XoFup0OZ8z9XFtPEX_TDqkpTFvhvmHzZUJWki84gUTM4XwEL_4MybBzf3gsNyJv9iys4bQEryC3f8lBZ2OQrUpr7Q0YXFrgDWO4U8LTvXLVWNE5VoH-Z-xyWHy4Srk/s1600/Fall+192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534448336415394962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv_8K_w_rO0ALG6XoFup0OZ8z9XFtPEX_TDqkpTFvhvmHzZUJWki84gUTM4XwEL_4MybBzf3gsNyJv9iys4bQEryC3f8lBZ2OQrUpr7Q0YXFrgDWO4U8LTvXLVWNE5VoH-Z-xyWHy4Srk/s200/Fall+192.jpg" border="0" /></a> The nice thing about moving so much, is that you only have to be slightly creative once, then you can do it over and over...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn7roKp9KxAoa8LI4L5yge7jJGbBtTgj0k1IeEiRJhEOZwxU9Kq1jVizoIP4LhsVpoUwYuKY0DbzmO44T7HeqHXXoZat0Yce-iHqhl5fEzLrOyXC_CXugeEYussTOZUJltD4XYfenXNY/s1600/Fall+199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534448331612979058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLn7roKp9KxAoa8LI4L5yge7jJGbBtTgj0k1IeEiRJhEOZwxU9Kq1jVizoIP4LhsVpoUwYuKY0DbzmO44T7HeqHXXoZat0Yce-iHqhl5fEzLrOyXC_CXugeEYussTOZUJltD4XYfenXNY/s200/Fall+199.jpg" border="0" /></a> N loved using the glue<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-am-4faG6-MhpMjCJVoLPkZ6XQU6N_TfTDWgetx3BlpsNcvACnHx8rEiLEZA6EzM93R_RCv9D9Tl6Z46gwJMnLf6-1B1FGfD2WpOE2ChFJ8TueBKE5Li0heind-flGM4b6Mt7gbQCvM/s1600/Fall+210.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534448321876029010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg-am-4faG6-MhpMjCJVoLPkZ6XQU6N_TfTDWgetx3BlpsNcvACnHx8rEiLEZA6EzM93R_RCv9D9Tl6Z46gwJMnLf6-1B1FGfD2WpOE2ChFJ8TueBKE5Li0heind-flGM4b6Mt7gbQCvM/s200/Fall+210.jpg" border="0" /></a> city at completion</div><div align="left">It really got fun when we pulled the basket of matchbox cars out.<br /></div><br /></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-52415038022885385772010-10-31T22:52:00.003-06:002010-10-31T23:07:37.988-06:00Defending the Galaxy (again)I made my boys use the same costumes as last year (they were great costumes), plus we had an important addition:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCU-KnfWuq4Kyiq8q_0GHqSUhKkGkyEqCN0M_fhSxdYQZB1wAe9NaVM1531urRqx8xQgkaZsfAqQi9_0uScZ5oiUQgkaz4YWTtiOVMW1P_-1LX49Bh3sqtOy9SNyiXsWIl_3T87N33XI/s1600/Fall+247.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534440890768584050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMCU-KnfWuq4Kyiq8q_0GHqSUhKkGkyEqCN0M_fhSxdYQZB1wAe9NaVM1531urRqx8xQgkaZsfAqQi9_0uScZ5oiUQgkaz4YWTtiOVMW1P_-1LX49Bh3sqtOy9SNyiXsWIl_3T87N33XI/s320/Fall+247.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JZrJIpwg3hL2JujRVUQ2eGpQJoCX7GpDw5jvj1uW-y7oxLzdelPBYpVY4wlzMmPMavkjSW5UkTCeT6FuGRviq54scNTrhsBKsXFmW-ob0liUfX9s3NAB_omRHtRRsZYxwEH76hDIUAo/s1600/Fall+224.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534440907801512626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_JZrJIpwg3hL2JujRVUQ2eGpQJoCX7GpDw5jvj1uW-y7oxLzdelPBYpVY4wlzMmPMavkjSW5UkTCeT6FuGRviq54scNTrhsBKsXFmW-ob0liUfX9s3NAB_omRHtRRsZYxwEH76hDIUAo/s320/Fall+224.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMngX_VxoZ1VrRI5Vlx5QWUYnHRjWygGKeAjPQjDsdY-AsgEoop_6jweMFSvPSfJShWCFoyH4JYeKFsSvjz50p-PS2Fa2AzeOCQ42Frm6ZPkUWUYOB0SSFZMMJvtaZojS3Q7-VJpmYw3s/s1600/Fall+239.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534440897581587954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMngX_VxoZ1VrRI5Vlx5QWUYnHRjWygGKeAjPQjDsdY-AsgEoop_6jweMFSvPSfJShWCFoyH4JYeKFsSvjz50p-PS2Fa2AzeOCQ42Frm6ZPkUWUYOB0SSFZMMJvtaZojS3Q7-VJpmYw3s/s320/Fall+239.jpg" border="0" /></a> Nacho is a lot easier to throw together than <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chewbacca</span></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8aojd39ltgh4UVSqs43kOnPMHQPQ5_oWAcZFkb_HmbCn3nSK58AzyM_A-lGJl-GtPexdxDxbaPbAnkt3Ut1-1u40MTVIxRW44S8hVOwdwZ702qMc8Hq0B2RLYGggBR0o2i9nKTE-nlI8/s1600/Fall+234.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534442968834708082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8aojd39ltgh4UVSqs43kOnPMHQPQ5_oWAcZFkb_HmbCn3nSK58AzyM_A-lGJl-GtPexdxDxbaPbAnkt3Ut1-1u40MTVIxRW44S8hVOwdwZ702qMc8Hq0B2RLYGggBR0o2i9nKTE-nlI8/s320/Fall+234.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>A full range of anticipatory emotions</p>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-2007517514428444352010-10-28T00:03:00.003-05:002010-10-28T00:08:45.007-05:00Sometimes I WorrySometimes I worry:<br />that I'm doing this parenting thing all wrong<br />that the tone in our voices and in our house is too critical<br />that I spend too much time organizing and cleaning and party planning<br />that while I worry, I don't seem to be able to changeKathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2747760491438340018.post-38042312150433739452010-10-10T22:29:00.008-05:002010-10-13T00:04:27.885-05:00Posting on My MindFrequently things happen and I think: I've got to blog about that. The last few weeks have been filled with such moments. Here they are all at once, pace yourself:<br /><br /><u>Oct. 7 - Biggest D@&! Carbon Footprint<br /></u>I unpacked a pair of pants I bought from Old Navy.com for S before we left for India, not realizing that clothes are cheap there. They never fit him while we were there so I packed them in our shipment, not realizing it would be a year before we saw those things again. I looked at them today: Made in India. Which means that $7 pair of pants were made in India shipped to the US, flown back to India, packed, stored, and shipped back to the US. Now they are too small. Sorry Mother Earth.<br /><br /><u>Oct. 4 - Greatest Friends Ever<br /></u>A number of my friends from Dallas helped me pack up (nearly two and a half years ago now!). The messages they left on the boxes had me laughing all day. AND MISSING THEM!<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBEAcW91nR_AYeiG7BUtm1vniqGAba8rwVussjruDpgZCHHR5tWMtwYgzaKgq2IT4IVNJpMaszH7W-JM7voBG4lfcDDM4A-iGabxPxsHcpSYEKNRCvM97U1eYUeHpy_UUZp0-vlT_IZxA/s1600/Moving+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388546627488546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBEAcW91nR_AYeiG7BUtm1vniqGAba8rwVussjruDpgZCHHR5tWMtwYgzaKgq2IT4IVNJpMaszH7W-JM7voBG4lfcDDM4A-iGabxPxsHcpSYEKNRCvM97U1eYUeHpy_UUZp0-vlT_IZxA/s200/Moving+022.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhMmL4M6oVAkEfvaztmsEtevV-BO7brWAZeH3WGk7Xr3hPXCxkmV3pK1z-7qduDWKCJaJXDUSYN1ynyG4ZKcudJ8uJots0BRQHV_fZ3xVLb40lj61mBLCtg2FSD60cL-JIq6YnQUL4eY/s1600/Moving+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388543942403410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFhMmL4M6oVAkEfvaztmsEtevV-BO7brWAZeH3WGk7Xr3hPXCxkmV3pK1z-7qduDWKCJaJXDUSYN1ynyG4ZKcudJ8uJots0BRQHV_fZ3xVLb40lj61mBLCtg2FSD60cL-JIq6YnQUL4eY/s200/Moving+021.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADmDqUKnSMbGNilKJuu2E9tii_mC8LGAlk6JjCQ2DBACqKktVe4C1vjpjTZM2cJzla8NhZ1DvglN-DoIlmnKfff4xvVfLQSIF09XtS4LNLvUMsIW9u188F2lShKICJzYHcRPXvwV89EI/s1600/Moving+018.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388533869301506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjADmDqUKnSMbGNilKJuu2E9tii_mC8LGAlk6JjCQ2DBACqKktVe4C1vjpjTZM2cJzla8NhZ1DvglN-DoIlmnKfff4xvVfLQSIF09XtS4LNLvUMsIW9u188F2lShKICJzYHcRPXvwV89EI/s200/Moving+018.jpg" /></a><u> </u></p><p><u>Oct. 3 - Ah, General Conference Weekend</u><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGmOBT_JY8GqyKRl-nLX7BH6iB2M1QGsEeBW-razT_4hT6mwPkDgNzG5mBqg2B2LNZ66ViEcBLHAqcSz29SAWvHXCNDfjwpaitiZMTy7Rbo1e8jrs_MTVNORK4WOTDabj3c3XvRmqOn8/s1600/Cabin+014.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388041701366354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtGmOBT_JY8GqyKRl-nLX7BH6iB2M1QGsEeBW-razT_4hT6mwPkDgNzG5mBqg2B2LNZ66ViEcBLHAqcSz29SAWvHXCNDfjwpaitiZMTy7Rbo1e8jrs_MTVNORK4WOTDabj3c3XvRmqOn8/s320/Cabin+014.jpg" /></a>We love <a href="http://new.lds.org/general-conference?lang=eng">General Conference</a> Weekend </p><p><u>Oct. 1 - We Did It!</u><br /></p><p align="center">We closed yesterday!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWinOLKsufCcaoj8dUDcSJHirTZsOVog7kJiqgowqr4pUAkdQp_JKBuJjiOpg0Y_t8xNnRFTYv-kY-yxNa9Jz-sRz9yLgtTT8plpSa_sCoDZeu8mxs4jo9ZzXSbLDSsdnqB_LuGUBpwM/s1600/09+-+September.jpg"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEWinOLKsufCcaoj8dUDcSJHirTZsOVog7kJiqgowqr4pUAkdQp_JKBuJjiOpg0Y_t8xNnRFTYv-kY-yxNa9Jz-sRz9yLgtTT8plpSa_sCoDZeu8mxs4jo9ZzXSbLDSsdnqB_LuGUBpwM/s320/09+-+September.jpg" /></a> </p>Which means our last 11 months of living like this:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYchl-q57w-f1E2izzf_xTsM-ashvjs-s4BE3HpqiOeSWKr08s3gv7lOrsojSDwgaYFtvK0pGOVqnbVlTDrZVTC85zvrR6t2SiMhj8apWLjFpjIaCHvC_HKD1LSoF2WZqCEcgpc4VUdo/s1600/Moving+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526631661894064722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgYchl-q57w-f1E2izzf_xTsM-ashvjs-s4BE3HpqiOeSWKr08s3gv7lOrsojSDwgaYFtvK0pGOVqnbVlTDrZVTC85zvrR6t2SiMhj8apWLjFpjIaCHvC_HKD1LSoF2WZqCEcgpc4VUdo/s320/Moving+001.jpg" /></a> Are pretty much over. <span style="font-size:78%;">Thank goodness for the minivan, eh?</span><br /><u>Sept 26 - Fall</u><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4oWHbXvSBrQlLvt_V3offRXBZEFCUSFan53BS7CDNq1S7L4WrhjC0nRqlTfhnXi748SyJ0QbDDZAaElIirdwtaljk7WpTWalNWIPnd7H7RKnmprm0vTCs0rXALgmqfsuG5_bUgfD4g8/s1600/Cabin+005.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388053445275042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo4oWHbXvSBrQlLvt_V3offRXBZEFCUSFan53BS7CDNq1S7L4WrhjC0nRqlTfhnXi748SyJ0QbDDZAaElIirdwtaljk7WpTWalNWIPnd7H7RKnmprm0vTCs0rXALgmqfsuG5_bUgfD4g8/s320/Cabin+005.jpg" /></a> We are between houses. My mother in law sold her house, and so, she was finally able to get us out of her basement. Our new house is under contract and we are waiting for it to close. We should be moving in Oct. 1!! In the meantime we are living in the family cabin. It's about a 45 minute drive to school and work and I was kind of dreading these two weeks, but it's been beautiful and quite relaxing.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrAvHnx_39V2lJFMX-f_ZrBBRHJKVMdQ6O6yz2-vKbcy3qnx9s-rtxNoFPKcYZlT3d9H-tz0WJ8DMYFlvLRr2sWYWJMAfwNrz97nhTEgDI4TrsqimFBWezhQ0GDlpeKHGMGyl4WGURA0/s1600/Cabin+001.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527388046811888610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxrAvHnx_39V2lJFMX-f_ZrBBRHJKVMdQ6O6yz2-vKbcy3qnx9s-rtxNoFPKcYZlT3d9H-tz0WJ8DMYFlvLRr2sWYWJMAfwNrz97nhTEgDI4TrsqimFBWezhQ0GDlpeKHGMGyl4WGURA0/s320/Cabin+001.jpg" /></a> <u>Sept. 23 - Baby J</u><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-IFSdT9HAORmCgd2qpFP1IYLb-OZigSNNE-lBgvYpG1xaiYCviLjsTVyQWVXenQWCJ7J94cLyb7J3OGL0oPoqrJCvKk72bRdre9TPdP6N2dZrzMqoVCI15PWAcy87amJDqBGVAyoW-Y/s1600/Cabin+010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526634775617594706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho-IFSdT9HAORmCgd2qpFP1IYLb-OZigSNNE-lBgvYpG1xaiYCviLjsTVyQWVXenQWCJ7J94cLyb7J3OGL0oPoqrJCvKk72bRdre9TPdP6N2dZrzMqoVCI15PWAcy87amJDqBGVAyoW-Y/s320/Cabin+010.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><div><u>Sept. 14 - My Condolences to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span></span></u></div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Facebook</span></span> here I come. I got a new job at church, I'm going to be working with the teenage girls. I didn't like teenage girls when I was a teenage girl (my mom says that's not that unusual and that's part of the problem with teenage girls). So, it looks like to communicate with them I'll have to get a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span></span> account. Of course, they are likely to doubt my cred, what with my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">brandspankin</span></span>' new account and all. </div><div>As I've shared, I'm about the latest adopter around and my joining/buying/using usually coincides nicely with the sharp decline in popularity of said fad. My condolences to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">facebook</span></span>. Good thing they got the movie out when they did.</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;">Don't bother looking for me yet, I haven't even had a chance to blog over the last few weeks.</span></div>Kathrynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438008008928113912noreply@blogger.com9