tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74700709123436973722024-02-18T20:12:41.842-06:00A Day in the Life of a Crazed MomStefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.comBlogger733125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-17403022896847133592011-06-29T21:12:00.001-05:002011-07-27T16:26:29.730-05:00Migraine #2<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I woke up this morning with a migraine. After posting yesterday about the one last week. What in the world?? I have no idea what caused it. We had new friends coming over to swim today so instead of starting my investigating, I put on dark sunglasses, crept to a lawn chair, and apologized for not cleaning up the back yard before they got here. You see, after a migraine I can't bend. Or move my eyes. Or my head. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After they'd gone and I had fixed a light dinner, I started trying to figure it out. I can't have canned broth or bouillon cubes so I use a soup base I get at Sam's. I wondered if that had suddenly started causing it. MSG is only an addictive flavor enhancer that makes you want more of whatever it's in. There are some substitutes for it that haven't caused reactions in me...but might be now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I am about to drive myself crazy worrying about it. So I'm going to bed just giving up and deciding it was a fluke. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I really really really hope it's a fluke. Two migraines in a week is two too many.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-89065563063116752782011-06-28T15:57:00.001-05:002011-07-27T16:12:28.611-05:00Migraines<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Last Wednesday we left tumbling at 7 with no idea what I was going to fix for dinner. Tumbling at 6 throws my meal planning for a loop. I either need to put something in the Crock Pot, or just plead ignorance and ask to go out. McKinley couldn't stand the indecision and said she'd buy dinner at our local BBQ place. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I love their chopped brisket sandwiches and okra. I used to love their fries also but had a reaction over a year ago after eating them. Not a migraine, but I started getting really hot and my heart raced after eating a few of them. Shortly after that I went to dinner with a group of girls and the wife of the owner of the BBQ place. I asked her if she knew if they'd changed the seasoning salt on their fries. That's usually the culprit. She said they hadn't made any changes. Still, I didn't eat them the next several times we went there. After all, the sandwich, okra, and fries are a bit of a calorie load. (Haven't we just been talking about my inability to lose weight?? Hmmm...) But on that Wednesday night I couldn't help myself. Reagan had asked for okra but was given fries instead. While she was waiting for her okra the fries were staring at me. How can you turn down fries that are begging to be eaten? I had some and had no reaction so I had some more. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wouldn't you know it? I had a migraine Thursday. My usual fix of oil pulling beat it but I still took it easy the rest of the day. So now I'm typing this all out and sending it out to the blogger universe so that I'll remember <strong>not to eat those fries again! </strong></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Such a shame though...they're really good fries.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But nothing tastes as good as being migraine free feels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Maybe I should write that down somewhere.....</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-53514928500222219432011-06-27T15:25:00.030-05:002011-07-27T15:57:21.198-05:00Amazing Friends<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We spent Friday night and Saturday with my wonderful friend Debbie and her girls Amanda and Emily. The girls are on their towns YMCA <span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">triathlon</span> team and our little town had an event Saturday morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know I've run two half marathons but there's no way I would ever do a <span style="font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;">triathlon</span>. Mainly because I can't move my right arm in a circle to swim correctly. I bet the other competitors would laugh at me if I was dog paddling. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But these girls have started young and accomplished amazing things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My girls and I went out Saturday morning to watch them. They swam in our community pool (I guess it's not a good idea to have young children doing open water swims), road their bikes around the neighborhood, and ran laps around a local park. I.was.amazed. There were children of all ages. My girls were also amazed and I even heard a few comments of how they'd like to do it. And then a teenage girl crossed the finish line and threw up. No one said anything after that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Still, we had a wonderful time with Debbie and her girls and we're so proud of them! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Now we need them to come back and just spend the day floating with us in the pool. I'm worn out from watching them:c)</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-29188555540557406262011-06-24T14:46:00.005-05:002011-07-27T15:37:18.623-05:00I Guess It Was Time<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My 20th high school reunion is less than a month away.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I need to lose 50 pounds in about 3 1/2 weeks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">If I don't lose 50 pounds I at least need to get a tan so the extra weight will look better.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm getting my hair highlighted and plan on getting a pedicure.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'll still searching for the perfect dress for the Friday night event.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And today I did something I didn't think I'd ever do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I bought a serum.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Yep, I'm officially old.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But I'm going to fight it to the bitter end.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-89673222284781867022011-06-23T23:16:00.000-05:002011-07-27T15:24:00.337-05:00Blood Work<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I've been struggling with weight loss and have just about decided I'll always be stuck at this weight. After all I've trained for and run two half marathons in the last 2 1/2 years and I use a calorie counter on my phone to keep myself accountable. Yet I've lost and gained the same 10 pounds that whole time. A friend mentioned she'd had her hormones tested and suggested I do the same. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I called my doctor and told the nurse what I wanted and she assured me they did that. So when I went in earlier in the week and was pretty ticked to find out I paid $25 for him to tell me he <em>didn't </em>do that type of blood work but could give me a weight loss drug if I wanted one. Um...no thanks. He did ask me about my eating habits and soft drink usage. Still $25 and an hour of my life and I got nothing. Well, I kept my blood. I really do like my blood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So I went across the hall and made an appointment with the doctor who does do it. A week later I went to see him and found out the blood work had to be done between 8 and 9 in the morning. So I'd spent another $25 and still had no answers. But he did agree that it was probably my hormones since it sounded like I was doing everything right. Always good to hear:) And I still had my blood.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But today was the day. I went in at 8:25 and had to talk to two of the rudest employees before having enough blood drawn for the clinic to start their very own Stefunk. And got an appointment for July 12th to come back and hear the results.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So my fast fix for weight loss keeps dragging on. Guess that's how it is with weight loss. There's no easy fix. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Ugh.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-63007725491111425262011-06-22T12:03:00.006-05:002011-07-27T00:15:50.055-05:00I Heart Craigslist<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Do you all Craigslist? I've bought and sold on there several times in the last several years. I won't bore you what I've bought and sold, but I'll share with you my most recent sale.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This sat at the moving sale for 2 days and only a few people asked about it. It was crying out to be taken home and put back to work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But after I put it on Craigslist?? Two days later I had $20!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">It's full of memories. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And that's the reason Grandma is leaving. For her the memories of grandpa are too strong. And as she's getting older and wasn't driving as much. And our local private college owns an assisted living place just a few blocks away. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My aunt Pat spent weeks at the house after Grandma moved out organizing what was left and getting ready for the sale. Then several other family members dumped their stuff off and messed up her wonderful organization. Sorry! But we stayed and helped for the two day sale so I think we're forgiven:)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I could tell you about the heat...or the lack of people...or the $52 worth of drinks the girls bought to resell to make pool paint money...or the amount of people that asked how much I'd sell the <a href="http://adayinthelifeofacrazedmom.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-eos.html">Eos</a> for. One guy even asked me to put the top up and down for him. He was so cute. About 70 and wearing his overalls. I love old men:c) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But instead I'll just show you two pictures that I took that are so simple, but mean so much.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I don't know if I ever heard this album played, but the cover was so cute I had to take a picture. The memory it brought back was the stereo console that always sat in front of the window in the living room. I can remember playing records on it or coming in and hearing the radio on. Even after it wasn't used anymore, it was still a fixture in the living room.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nE7ActWgfVnL-9GFlK1xQ7iaybGeY0TFmgXfjzokKqFxmoEqwaejHvnjljBJqtQIWLVxLXu5Zc8tj6wnawKubPQGjm-fHUXXWRvWr79whuIqL10NNuObgh85Ke4U9xXF0MQmxhyn-4jV/s1600/Moving1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2nE7ActWgfVnL-9GFlK1xQ7iaybGeY0TFmgXfjzokKqFxmoEqwaejHvnjljBJqtQIWLVxLXu5Zc8tj6wnawKubPQGjm-fHUXXWRvWr79whuIqL10NNuObgh85Ke4U9xXF0MQmxhyn-4jV/s640/Moving1.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And then there's this. I cried. I'm crying now. Grandpa wore hats all the time. He always wore the old guy 'snaps in the back to tighten' hats. But this one, this one is special. There's a local restaurant that had commercials with a guy named Earnest that always talked to 'Vern'. Earnest went on to make movies. But I'll always remember him from the commercials. I don't know where Grandpa got the hat, but it's so perfect for Vernon. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvV0LVcsqpTZkhM_o_fYhaYAoOq_UKVcoi0qRpJGY4l3IWqOnWYYr569uI_RbO-HpScSApGf_h55rubUO2IQP4m_B0XYz4FS5HwraS15Q_u8I1me-LzuRdL1GXJIEyq7iEiywh-Q1qAtz/s1600/Moving2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOvV0LVcsqpTZkhM_o_fYhaYAoOq_UKVcoi0qRpJGY4l3IWqOnWYYr569uI_RbO-HpScSApGf_h55rubUO2IQP4m_B0XYz4FS5HwraS15Q_u8I1me-LzuRdL1GXJIEyq7iEiywh-Q1qAtz/s640/Moving2.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I put this photo on Facebook and a few people shared memories of my sweet Grandpa. So I basically cried....off and on all day. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So even though the house hasn't sold yet, Grandma has moved into her apartment and all the <em>stuff </em>is gone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But my memories will be with me forever.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-21400457514373239922011-06-20T22:33:00.003-05:002011-07-27T00:16:10.561-05:00Staging Adventures<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">While I was left alone for the week I had one day that I had to work. Is it really considered work when your boss is such a good friend? Well, in the Oklahoma <a href="http://adayinthelifeofacrazedmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/surface-of-sun.html">heat</a> it is. After all, a house we staged a year ago was finally selling. Apparently it was perfect in every way except for the one car garage. Until a single mom saw it. For her it was just right. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Since Shawn and the girls had taken the Expedition to camp I couldn't be of much help with a house full of furniture. So Lisa swapped her 4Runner for her husband's truck and we crossed our fingers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The first load was filled to the brim.</span> <br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">As if we weren't hot enough from loading it, we had to unload everything at the storage unit. The pretty full storage unit. That we had to organize as quickly as possible. Quick is good in productivity, but bad in heat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After a trip to Goodwill we went back to the house to hope we could get everything else in a second load. I stayed downstairs while Lisa went up. I loaded what was there and went up to find her like this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Thanks the dear Lord we have a pool! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And lots and lots of sunscreen.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-91282654919463868672011-06-16T21:48:00.004-05:002011-07-26T22:26:34.204-05:00Well Hail<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Tuesday night we were all relaxing in the den when we heard something. Being Okies we raced to the windows. And saw a perfectly sunny sky...with hail falling out of it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So of course, being Okies, we ran out into it to grab some to photograph and upload to Facebook and Twitter. We had to share it with our friends! And let me say, just a few blocks away from us there was completely looking hail. Or none at all. Oklahoma never fails to impress.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Unless you've recently bought a third car and now have one sitting outside taking the hits.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I felt so guilty and sorry for the Taurus. After the hail had stopped we went out to survey the damage and saw our neighbor doing the same. To our car. You know what? It wasn't as bad as we'd thought it would be. After all, we'd seen it bouncing off the car for at least 5 minutes. When we asked our neighbor where his car was he said he'd put it in the garage of the vacant house across the street. (It's okay. He has been maintaining the yard and we all know the family.) He also mentioned that there was more hail in the forecast. And then he asked if we wanted to put the Taurus in with his van. It's a two car garage...that had a storage room built into one side of it. So it was about a 1 3/4 car garage now. The Taurus went in fine...but there wasn't a lot of room for a 6'4" guy to open the door and get out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">No worries. That's where the sunroof comes in. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Never a dull moment around here!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwyZHwvASPLTANNu4H_tY82OUjQ4brVmVLZYxoCkBXF51AtxH8uYXACChdjISTs1YMjccy7VrXPfQGoNFtctg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-16778193149452577362011-06-15T21:39:00.001-05:002011-07-26T21:47:55.406-05:00Camp Meal<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Besides getting Shawn and my girlies home I also get these.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQaHNi8PuE2U84O0hC8xRwpt7DJ8Es6HAM5rE3HnvnGNMANUypgohaLbKVDOX5G2-95KErFOS-QfZYkhMJyvz5cIMl28ZOjdFgcSvRTEk67F-WbMcQo7fCAsahczkxw6lyIVwRhsU6KwY/s1600/Fried+Pies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdQaHNi8PuE2U84O0hC8xRwpt7DJ8Es6HAM5rE3HnvnGNMANUypgohaLbKVDOX5G2-95KErFOS-QfZYkhMJyvz5cIMl28ZOjdFgcSvRTEk67F-WbMcQo7fCAsahczkxw6lyIVwRhsU6KwY/s640/Fried+Pies.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And I'm pretty sure all those calories I sweat out cleaning the <a href="http://adayinthelifeofacrazedmom.blogspot.com/2011/06/work-day-3-4.html">pool house</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Sooooo worth it.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-77822016372134393842011-06-14T21:33:00.001-05:002011-07-26T21:39:04.019-05:00My Favorite Plant<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gyAo9WOiwImdHQTUq2KMnMuedkWvv2O11lI9NdAR9v9R4ecbS5S1P-B68DM0pNdLbu4qFzhd_TK2BZePYD8NTipyzsPtHDVEqp8sni_-VfEIHTT4qdicD9kXjGf5KBAVQYFnZR_kdAQU/s1600/Butt+plant.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6gyAo9WOiwImdHQTUq2KMnMuedkWvv2O11lI9NdAR9v9R4ecbS5S1P-B68DM0pNdLbu4qFzhd_TK2BZePYD8NTipyzsPtHDVEqp8sni_-VfEIHTT4qdicD9kXjGf5KBAVQYFnZR_kdAQU/s640/Butt+plant.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Hee hee hee:c)</span></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-22531332152493406772011-06-13T09:21:00.000-05:002011-07-26T21:33:29.593-05:00They're Home!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And apparently worn slick out.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4e3s0ADLqrQGDmwEhdengddy-pF1vUE-6-Oz_uyugy5V4VFI_jt4G7WgWG3bhLWEjMQXYFsVdDF79IwVNI3QhdgNAJ1iohOdfc84AUDRAgbS1LDbvEvQD-ZM7_PPQ96scm59Hb2yo_DPY/s1600/Camp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4e3s0ADLqrQGDmwEhdengddy-pF1vUE-6-Oz_uyugy5V4VFI_jt4G7WgWG3bhLWEjMQXYFsVdDF79IwVNI3QhdgNAJ1iohOdfc84AUDRAgbS1LDbvEvQD-ZM7_PPQ96scm59Hb2yo_DPY/s640/Camp.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-5363120997931166092011-06-10T23:52:00.038-05:002011-07-26T21:21:53.270-05:00Work Day #3 & #4<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I saved the biggest project for last. Because I really didn't want to do it at all. But it was the most needed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">The cleaning of the pool house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Moans were just heard around the world. From people who have had to walk into it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I could make excuses...and maybe lie a bit...or just show you the befores and afters. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And let them speak for themselves.</span><br />
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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPBAeShQXK7ISyx18d5HbPLDqNU8AWx94tbGZfWtxcGwhA_TfJWDq__FU5vsA15q7itWkuhj3xLLIc_-t0OsQjqD5kAxnzPGJDhNJx4MqShXVlWUwyvODQ4M4IiELJ1BBkZLt3195caY5/s1600/Pool+House11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVPBAeShQXK7ISyx18d5HbPLDqNU8AWx94tbGZfWtxcGwhA_TfJWDq__FU5vsA15q7itWkuhj3xLLIc_-t0OsQjqD5kAxnzPGJDhNJx4MqShXVlWUwyvODQ4M4IiELJ1BBkZLt3195caY5/s640/Pool+House11.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It took me two straight days. A whole day was spent just getting all of Shawn's shoes out:c) And if I didn't lose at least 10 pounds from sweating, it wasn't worth it at all.</span></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-71361770435556997102011-06-09T22:21:00.002-05:002011-07-25T13:52:02.332-05:00Work Day #2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">A few years ago I was in Texas helping <a href="http://www.squarefunk.blogspot.com/">Carrie</a></span> <span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">organize her mom's house. I came across this frame in the dining room. I fell in love. I could see pictures in it hanging somewhere in my house. But, it wasn't up for grabs. But Carrie remembered how much I loved it when she was moving her mom into assisted living. It stayed in my patio for almost a year while I tried to decide what to do with it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">It was definately showing its age and with the different sized openings it was going to be hard to get pictures in it. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Still not sure what to do with it I decided it needed paint. It was pretty damaged and I thought that would be a good way to camoflauge that. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Of course it had to be sanded first. You know how I love my sanding blocks:)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kO3rMzm8RrTrhcc_-_CgCiHJ2Y8qDFvQIfVjDY7aktOD-4yNLJJqrL9aA3Jd8RS4sShFEOr7S_5KX6MYN9gNdhYlcmQxR6o0ZUn8KN5TnQ3ywyn0ZDSivhi0vhhFZCYF0vtgG6I2BfM/s1600/Frame1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-kO3rMzm8RrTrhcc_-_CgCiHJ2Y8qDFvQIfVjDY7aktOD-4yNLJJqrL9aA3Jd8RS4sShFEOr7S_5KX6MYN9gNdhYlcmQxR6o0ZUn8KN5TnQ3ywyn0ZDSivhi0vhhFZCYF0vtgG6I2BfM/s640/Frame1.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZVbPSJqYVe7h1LKdsTM1GjnEqHoDRXUaOaHqZPiEQDk4fSDQDj9_0ehjifqlDCpHVgAxTrAVNBuagE1-XMPwJRZagaK2ZwZKBpdJ0XAqQfs3u8P9I6UaaHvuyP0g-eBjkTJFHXklQS0/s1600/Frame2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGZVbPSJqYVe7h1LKdsTM1GjnEqHoDRXUaOaHqZPiEQDk4fSDQDj9_0ehjifqlDCpHVgAxTrAVNBuagE1-XMPwJRZagaK2ZwZKBpdJ0XAqQfs3u8P9I6UaaHvuyP0g-eBjkTJFHXklQS0/s640/Frame2.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After a light sanding I primed it and painted it black. I heart spray paint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But then what? It finally hit me when I was in the pool house. Chicken wire. I'd kept some that was given to me for my garage sale a year ago hoping to find a project to use it in. So I chickened wired. For hours. Uncurl, staple down, cut, and twist the raw edges down with needlenose pliers. My arms were cut up and scratched but it was so worth it.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZExJenKLwbGdqCZvbdj2HroOc0TVJxTf10Ht-tyDV0pVLfGpD3pDvZdxofH2E254kz9T6PS6_XZI8uG8lrvFDzN3dk2Jvbx_mxAW8wUDfHhEhFwv6U7EUKow2Vpa9fpqaw9PZ07tczOk/s1600/Frame3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZExJenKLwbGdqCZvbdj2HroOc0TVJxTf10Ht-tyDV0pVLfGpD3pDvZdxofH2E254kz9T6PS6_XZI8uG8lrvFDzN3dk2Jvbx_mxAW8wUDfHhEhFwv6U7EUKow2Vpa9fpqaw9PZ07tczOk/s640/Frame3.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But with it being all black it lost something. The beautiful detail was gone. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMTo6zM_7Y33cXK49yFGPF9jdWE2kKUoMNUPcfJqsXoajcnhym8W6M-AlSfiRBwjZElyDwjN80l5oVCgzu54LMasWG-YI3GE3RYQvJ1NMKlUfPa3Czjk0TVTZdIdpAnLXC2pzleG14jo/s1600/Frame4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBMTo6zM_7Y33cXK49yFGPF9jdWE2kKUoMNUPcfJqsXoajcnhym8W6M-AlSfiRBwjZElyDwjN80l5oVCgzu54LMasWG-YI3GE3RYQvJ1NMKlUfPa3Czjk0TVTZdIdpAnLXC2pzleG14jo/s640/Frame4.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">So I used some silver Rub 'n Buff and had all the pretty detail back.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBJNro0Rdo2WfXER3n5AnfiS2-Lh423MPiqRRbuiBMOlOJnbnFDrvQ5qZF67r1s-5Kp9fWmBnWm6uNV-1dodv5LbT3oLv2N8KyR3MBF4hVJKJhvEJukxpOe5VtHdWgSd8nU4dRZh9hbgR/s1600/Frame7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBJNro0Rdo2WfXER3n5AnfiS2-Lh423MPiqRRbuiBMOlOJnbnFDrvQ5qZF67r1s-5Kp9fWmBnWm6uNV-1dodv5LbT3oLv2N8KyR3MBF4hVJKJhvEJukxpOe5VtHdWgSd8nU4dRZh9hbgR/s640/Frame7.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">After spray painting some mini clothespins Green Apple it was ready to hang in my hallway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I was so excited to drive the Eos down there because the gas mileage was amazing!! I didn't feel guilty at all for making the drive. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I met Shawn at the road leading to camp and we went to find the girls. The Eos handled every road we took it on quite well. And some of them were pretty bad! We found Kennedy and Reagan at horsemanship training and sat on a wasp infested patio while they identified the parts of a horse. I started breathing heavy right away. My two inches shorter right arm and my cracked pelvis are still terrified of those death traps. Soon they were off to their next adventure and we went to find McKinley. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Here's where we found her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I almost passed out. As soon as the horses were tied up she came over to talk to me. First thing out of her mouth? "I'm the only girl in my cabin!" Now, I of course knew she was attending a Christian camp. After all, the YMCA is an amazing organization. But for a split second I thought, "WHAT???" She quickly explained that there were no other campers in her cabin. Just the counselors and the CIT's. (Counselors in Training) So basically it was all about McKinley. She's waited her whole life for that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">We went to lunch with the campers but decided we'd make a trip into town to find something a bit more appetizing. I just don't like camp food. We put the top down and drove into the happening town of Davis to try a BBQ place that came highly recommended. But after getting there and smelling the wonderful scents coming out of the smoker my mouth was watering. And then we discovered they were closed on Wednesday. Wednesday??? Oh come on. Of all the dumb days. Why not Monday? Extend your weekend. What good is the middle of the week?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So we looked up BBQ restaurants on my phone, picked one, and drove to the big town of Sulphur. Since I'm familiar with the town I didn't really pay attention to the navigation. After all, it was on the major highway and before the turn. How hard could it be? Yep, we missed it. We turned around and paid more attention. We ended up at a gas station. Nope, no BBQ. So we had chicken. After all, two strikes was enough for us. And we were hungry!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">When we got back to camp it was AquaFest time! When we go to camp in September with the 5th graders from school I always wish I was there in summer to see the lake being used. There's a tower to jump off of and a two story slide. But we are in Oklahoma....and the lake level was low. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP27gejY6i7ZBm_fUG1wg2Ur7cckHotMDc_VqNa-01C-2weVnYg3kYZOzSXgpqjrA5eYZ7KY4PRegrp-NgIBm2XdYUrViOS_c2BZutW3n9QtUSXnvAuC9qSYweLjKYZcFuVU9f-T3a4GI/s1600/_MG_9213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP27gejY6i7ZBm_fUG1wg2Ur7cckHotMDc_VqNa-01C-2weVnYg3kYZOzSXgpqjrA5eYZ7KY4PRegrp-NgIBm2XdYUrViOS_c2BZutW3n9QtUSXnvAuC9qSYweLjKYZcFuVU9f-T3a4GI/s640/_MG_9213.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">See that black line? They haven't seen it in years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So AquaFest started by just playing on the docks. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixySELoc9CRPOjcQ_q0mfBbq5NlPWObs05KWqfZ0iLfIQhwLtxnOT7eq64zxW_lqF7qfcujoe0pWLXbruQBXojuwVul5pTTUDBLnprSLv5lrJ_bh_7zy1mwOU5tTA2A04h7PwHGkytLA0/s1600/_MG_9237.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixySELoc9CRPOjcQ_q0mfBbq5NlPWObs05KWqfZ0iLfIQhwLtxnOT7eq64zxW_lqF7qfcujoe0pWLXbruQBXojuwVul5pTTUDBLnprSLv5lrJ_bh_7zy1mwOU5tTA2A04h7PwHGkytLA0/s640/_MG_9237.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Shawn and I settled down at the base of the slide stairs and watched the girls have fun. There was music blaring from the lodge so the dance moves were everywhere and highly entertaining. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">About every 30 minutes a whistle would blow and it was 'Buddy Check' time. As a nervous mother I really liked that. Everyone got out of the water and had to hold hands with their buddy until everyone had been checked. Even though there were about 15 lifeguards that was still comforting.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZLd2libf6It9KYFxLrsXdCMmaAvnRpMLqfWIbraRhPxDMUu7vkTPNEzi8LsYdCAwdw4i-UPnLby-pjtr0zDTc6Hx1v5uy3bJE3yZ_QSo7FI0UyTnMO4TgHZJ9qZKUxJrrmt0-4bKagY/s1600/_MG_9272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNZLd2libf6It9KYFxLrsXdCMmaAvnRpMLqfWIbraRhPxDMUu7vkTPNEzi8LsYdCAwdw4i-UPnLby-pjtr0zDTc6Hx1v5uy3bJE3yZ_QSo7FI0UyTnMO4TgHZJ9qZKUxJrrmt0-4bKagY/s640/_MG_9272.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">At this point I was really wishing I was in the water. I ventured down by the water just once and quickly headed back to the only available shade. The base of the slide.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDp3XBU1vpzG1igSU7iXJiUXn6WKHcaZXHyDEB5WalusNItZy47vnx4GwexwvnGO-97qAArtuOmILgyJ-fqwLbuNfA5UP7yaW6Rdc_meQVqsIvPVo9DxJW90v6w-c0kbWQcAbomaYQy4/s1600/IMG_9403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicDp3XBU1vpzG1igSU7iXJiUXn6WKHcaZXHyDEB5WalusNItZy47vnx4GwexwvnGO-97qAArtuOmILgyJ-fqwLbuNfA5UP7yaW6Rdc_meQVqsIvPVo9DxJW90v6w-c0kbWQcAbomaYQy4/s640/IMG_9403.JPG" t$="true" width="426" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But Shawn had another idea. Why not go to the top of the slide? He found the guy with the key and soon we had a new view.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DR-dd77zXvowzQeCKpkntFWiJZ_1gFQmA7p-Tpl-77QWQZYoMP4qHT1cS6BYvU_GKC0-RjGqZgw2TSFagE3P4fYvJioMfDsax_WandJURi-lixl0MjPVd_1IP16kmsxbzJN3H5MCCYk/s1600/_MG_9332.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DR-dd77zXvowzQeCKpkntFWiJZ_1gFQmA7p-Tpl-77QWQZYoMP4qHT1cS6BYvU_GKC0-RjGqZgw2TSFagE3P4fYvJioMfDsax_WandJURi-lixl0MjPVd_1IP16kmsxbzJN3H5MCCYk/s640/_MG_9332.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I so badly want to go back next year with my swimsuit and do this slide. Hopefully they'll have enough water and I won't scar my children for life.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC3LggJMg4wHY4M267VazgnWSkrRhY4X9Fiz0syQUBcerdglTq-kOZDilIWjPFmnMZauLLcEAxHuHnRlXgfglBLn70nf0uIXiv7qRjG_V7AgQpSFEZ_kRtlJyOfbLA8NKBymNQvzL0IA/s1600/_MG_9338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKC3LggJMg4wHY4M267VazgnWSkrRhY4X9Fiz0syQUBcerdglTq-kOZDilIWjPFmnMZauLLcEAxHuHnRlXgfglBLn70nf0uIXiv7qRjG_V7AgQpSFEZ_kRtlJyOfbLA8NKBymNQvzL0IA/s640/_MG_9338.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shawn had gone down to ask the girls to go off the tower for me and soon enough he couldn't handle watching anymore and had to do it. He lasted longer than I thought he would!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUOV6NGugpX20zgaI3GzljqQ01Hi1xqWDebZDRqg_Qh-4ZUmqPurO2I7rNN-umk9y3vfN6Zgn6dgFXnTeQjFYkPyMfY8Qe-l4dlwe7w6JzdkOlw41NPADYl-ZatKRoUH1vtTPJ07hpVE/s1600/Dive.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijUOV6NGugpX20zgaI3GzljqQ01Hi1xqWDebZDRqg_Qh-4ZUmqPurO2I7rNN-umk9y3vfN6Zgn6dgFXnTeQjFYkPyMfY8Qe-l4dlwe7w6JzdkOlw41NPADYl-ZatKRoUH1vtTPJ07hpVE/s640/Dive.jpg" t$="true" width="640" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDhDag8Xx0eQgw6ql7yYaqyVCWAqP6Uowu5ldGU6ZeSQD1l0cDX3crPMyV6ps7GIM-vY66ejKEeNOr52ckQeV4CnJvjG7hpgGkNkPH0sNfCORyrhjvL-w0zlxNqXgSQ54l-7bjnX-gMU/s1600/IMG_9373.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNDhDag8Xx0eQgw6ql7yYaqyVCWAqP6Uowu5ldGU6ZeSQD1l0cDX3crPMyV6ps7GIM-vY66ejKEeNOr52ckQeV4CnJvjG7hpgGkNkPH0sNfCORyrhjvL-w0zlxNqXgSQ54l-7bjnX-gMU/s640/IMG_9373.JPG" t$="true" width="640" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Love him!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Too soon I was leaving them behind and heading home. With a few sniffles...I'm not going to lie. But I had an entire list of projects to do. So off I went. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Stay tuned for more evidence of why my body ended up many different colors:c)</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-28190093973536545302011-06-07T14:33:00.001-05:002011-07-25T10:17:14.827-05:00Work Day #1<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When we recently had a moving sale for my grandmother's things that didn't go to her new assisted living apartment I found something I've been looking for for quite a while. A big old bakers rack. Nothing fancy. Great for storage.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">You see, I've had a dream.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">A dream to organize the pool house a tad bit more. Anything would be better than what we have now...complete chaos. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The bakers rack was originally brass but it appeared to have been painted and then someone had started to strip it. Basically it was a mess. So I went spray paint shopping. A can of primer and two cans of Key Lime and I was ready to go.</span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I wanted to sand some of the loose paint off. About 30 minutes in I was about to scream. There's a lot of connections. Several different sizes of rods. And just too much to do. Since it was going to be in the pool house loaded down with pool needs, it was time to move on.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">I didn't look back, I just primed away. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUe0smdgQuSBntwplHS768jujx1aQETSwthSa7qZd5dAPGcJamDBk2Hr2QvaSwSjK1ZKTB3erlK5wLMFCf4yXbJFor_D3MsZbz06Lj8iwhcq63xalC0rlcJCkSWMfq_8HmdGzhEP5U_Q/s1600/Before+rack3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUe0smdgQuSBntwplHS768jujx1aQETSwthSa7qZd5dAPGcJamDBk2Hr2QvaSwSjK1ZKTB3erlK5wLMFCf4yXbJFor_D3MsZbz06Lj8iwhcq63xalC0rlcJCkSWMfq_8HmdGzhEP5U_Q/s640/Before+rack3.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Then it was time to see the lucious Key Lime. Except it looked nothing like the lid. Instead of a nice green it was like a neon green. But I was committed. And like I said, it was just going to be in the pool house.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZLwiAnbN8-VzmW8GY2kXgRazqtuAj6LiRZEtlHhiB3X5QYicB_FaYf6pskmRKknMq5EbWCJT_wE8fM6W8xcOO-ULPN9xbakacAxlaoMK0IyDxM8h_bv_XwihrIY_5qW0r2UxT8jPaj4/s1600/Before+rack4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2ZLwiAnbN8-VzmW8GY2kXgRazqtuAj6LiRZEtlHhiB3X5QYicB_FaYf6pskmRKknMq5EbWCJT_wE8fM6W8xcOO-ULPN9xbakacAxlaoMK0IyDxM8h_bv_XwihrIY_5qW0r2UxT8jPaj4/s640/Before+rack4.jpg" t$="true" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So here it is. The color grew on me. And if you don't look too closely, you don't see the still peeling paint. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Right??</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">And everything that has never had a place to reside, now has a home.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Day #1. Done!</span></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-4750053284979788582011-06-06T07:23:00.003-05:002011-06-24T14:33:03.749-05:00Sniff Sniff<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My family left yesterday...and I sat on the couch...and did nothing else. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Well, I did do a little something. I read blogs that I follow. I haven't done that in about 6 months. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I didn't come anywhere near catching up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I did accomplish one tiny little thing, I worked more on my plan for what I wanted to accomplish this week. That counts, right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So now I guess I better get up and actually start some of them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Anyone have a crowbar??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shawn's recliner and I are bonding...and it doesn't want me to go.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-46614218982392568142011-06-03T10:33:00.001-05:002011-06-24T10:36:19.792-05:00Camp :):<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">My family leaves for camp Sunday...at 10 a.m....and I'm already sad. </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have plenty to keep me busy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Here's a glimpse at my To-Do List.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Scrape, prime, and paint the south side the house.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Rake up two months worth of Magnolia leaves.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Spray paint and Rub & Buff all the frames over the piano</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Make old frame into a bulletin board type thingie with chicken wire.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Clean the house</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Clean out several flower beds</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Re-stain an area of the porch</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Visit them all day Wednesday:c)</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Have dinner with a good friend.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Keep the dog alive.</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">*Try not to die of lonliness.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Wish me luck because the only thing I'm excited about is seeing them Wednesday.</span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh boy.</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-70563682477046961592011-06-02T11:46:00.002-05:002011-06-21T12:24:15.607-05:00Eos Adventures<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm deeply in love with this car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I might need to seek help.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I'm looking for excuses to go places.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Need me to run some errands for you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Kidding. Sort of.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Since it's a hard top convertible the top goes into the trunk when it goes down. That means the trunk space is not exactly huge. But who cares?? It's an awesome convertible! But the trunk size became a problem when McKinley and I were doing the usual shopping at Sam's. As we were walking out the door with over a hundred dollars of purchases, it hit me. We were in the Eos. How in the world was everything going to fit. I started picking out things that would fit in the back seat when McKinley told me to stop worrying, she knew she could make it fit. I just stood back and watches while she symmetrically put it all in. I was quite impressed. </span><br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">But when I went to Wal-Mart alone recently I again worried as I walked out to the car. I had the trunk and the whole car to fill but I knew the sound of the plastic sacks rustling in the wind would drive me over the edge on the way home. So I just started shoving. And shoving. And pushing. And hoping. And it fit.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13zMURoCU3q-fPQx4nxCy2-ODil9dhbrokJfbhyPILwDLeuflIRr4VnswtenUD4TUnygi4DDJhsa3L-3iEMT1aA-8QuujuykM-aUu8H5rnvtIW1HMh1KysI2k7X4tdS6et7Fl8aAJuWg/s1600/Watermelon+%2526+Groceris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="382" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi13zMURoCU3q-fPQx4nxCy2-ODil9dhbrokJfbhyPILwDLeuflIRr4VnswtenUD4TUnygi4DDJhsa3L-3iEMT1aA-8QuujuykM-aUu8H5rnvtIW1HMh1KysI2k7X4tdS6et7Fl8aAJuWg/s640/Watermelon+%2526+Groceris.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So maybe my trunk is bigger than I think. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Since then though, we've found its limits. A poster board will not fit. It's about 3 inches too long. And...a watermelon.</span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But no worries. Reagan said she'd take care of it. And she didn't think it would be safe enough sitting in the empty seat next to her.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkvcX555m-bqFgsEZ7FAsZH91qqHVOvn-cD6NFsLkmilYBFKsgG__y90Mvrzd9Mqk0A8AZvlEr_m_bO6NbXAeTAszQjj0pc55FbTdAmH58RZUwjuN1QMlZM_FqTMfJ9NSqmhOqGFInps/s1600/Watermelon1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKkvcX555m-bqFgsEZ7FAsZH91qqHVOvn-cD6NFsLkmilYBFKsgG__y90Mvrzd9Mqk0A8AZvlEr_m_bO6NbXAeTAszQjj0pc55FbTdAmH58RZUwjuN1QMlZM_FqTMfJ9NSqmhOqGFInps/s640/Watermelon1.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoEKQ7v-gVNuPyVMmY9kuwuAbEZ0EfAaySUoLfamEmNfEqXMtml0GPSyBvNikZlntjzJzvkK5IcBkav5siZvzmT8cXWJuDA8n9ISFiF4JpltX3jNBOVQA6A7dZI5psXDCFyNLlV_VHhA/s1600/Watermelon2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzoEKQ7v-gVNuPyVMmY9kuwuAbEZ0EfAaySUoLfamEmNfEqXMtml0GPSyBvNikZlntjzJzvkK5IcBkav5siZvzmT8cXWJuDA8n9ISFiF4JpltX3jNBOVQA6A7dZI5psXDCFyNLlV_VHhA/s640/Watermelon2.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYYbUiXGzwQ7tToLrPK0cnLw__eb_-K6r5ZYxG15aiQgC9cmy0rRM4GLqrnUr-5QcBWNowOIqvoTFUFYJDBHaDRp4gP5DR0pAtbypHdv9Ko5h5nj-2T6RzBa9_PeXp0tWsyT3US8QsY4/s1600/Watermelon3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUYYbUiXGzwQ7tToLrPK0cnLw__eb_-K6r5ZYxG15aiQgC9cmy0rRM4GLqrnUr-5QcBWNowOIqvoTFUFYJDBHaDRp4gP5DR0pAtbypHdv9Ko5h5nj-2T6RzBa9_PeXp0tWsyT3US8QsY4/s640/Watermelon3.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm so glad she took such good care of it because that thing was delish! Of course, with my grandpa's picking method, we very rarely get a bad one:c)</span></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-32495254124204527242011-06-01T10:11:00.030-05:002011-06-21T12:46:44.496-05:00Shimmers After Hours<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We got a nice surprise last night. Our sweet friend Debbie and her girls Amanda and Emily came to visit! I had been noticing her Facebook status updates and knew she was in a different town than the one she lives in, but didn't know where. When I got a text asking if I wanted to go to Shimmers, I knew they had to be in our town! They were close enough to buy a few things to help with dinner, and far enough away that I had time to pick up our cluttered house! After a dinner of grilled pork quesadillas we sat down to talk but soon knew we had to head to Shimmers. It's a tradition.</span> </span><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Shawn had somewhere else to be, and McKinley and Kennedy were both gone for the night, so Reagan and I took Amanda and Emily in the Eos and Debbie followed in their car. I don't remember what time we got there...but we didn't leave until it had been closed for about 2 hours. After sitting at a table and eating we slowly walked to our cars...and talked for the next 2 and a half hours. And the three girls? They played. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the car.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the grass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the storm drain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In the parking lot.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And when the sprinklers started, they played in the galoons and gallons of water that poured out of the broken sprinklers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Um, gallons.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Right next to the little building that Shimmers is in there is a small grassy area with tables. There are probably 4 sprinklers there. 3 don't do anything, and 1 pours water over the curb and down the hill of the parking lot. It was a river of excitement for the 3 girls. They did pretty well in staying dry, mainly just got their feet wet. That was good since they had an hour and a half trip home. But then it happened...the fountain.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfn6it9rz-4AatGL7ZRFtHkDA9M7Qv0UrnHtYswcsY1YX7t0yPLxEftyEYFtyH53sqqRRzrILO4Pi7nGYsc1X-jLqHoycBEIWIuBVhJul9V9ovzmwrqrkc2WV-cG4mFys-9av4oJoNis/s1600/Shimmers2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqfn6it9rz-4AatGL7ZRFtHkDA9M7Qv0UrnHtYswcsY1YX7t0yPLxEftyEYFtyH53sqqRRzrILO4Pi7nGYsc1X-jLqHoycBEIWIuBVhJul9V9ovzmwrqrkc2WV-cG4mFys-9av4oJoNis/s640/Shimmers2.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I really think they need to check the sprinkler system in this shopping area. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Know what happens when 3 girls who have been playing nicely in a river of water see a fountain? They instantly get wet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Soaked.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">To the bone.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">And had an absolute blast doing it. How could we stop them?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Debbie had blankets in the car for her girls but I didn't know what to do. We don't keep anything in the Eos for these situations. But when I opened the trunk I saw Shawn's emergency scrubs. Since he's always on call he put those in their to ward off call-ins while we were out breaking in the new car. So Reagan got wrapped up in those. And looks pretty stinking cute!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsjBwsFIzJdRdbkl4J8LGkSHsNy8AxhMXcAIBn5nKtavGausPfKWe79HGZ7Tie6vqTuE2Yu66P0a_WN7M2Nqfk1XepA1tjatWvf0JW2RNu3KgKUeCFUjfzvU8et2Y61q31O8T6r0GEoY/s1600/Shimmers3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRsjBwsFIzJdRdbkl4J8LGkSHsNy8AxhMXcAIBn5nKtavGausPfKWe79HGZ7Tie6vqTuE2Yu66P0a_WN7M2Nqfk1XepA1tjatWvf0JW2RNu3KgKUeCFUjfzvU8et2Y61q31O8T6r0GEoY/s640/Shimmers3.jpg" width="382" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And another interesting tidbit about Shimmers...I received an exciting comment on a post about Shimmers. You can read it <a href="http://adayinthelifeofacrazedmom.blogspot.com/2011/04/shimmers.html"><span style="color: blue;">here</span></a>. Yep, I consider her a celebrity and love that she found my blog! Maybe she'll find this one and know to have the sprinklers checked!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">This should help get the info passed on to the right people:c)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Boating at the lake?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Pool side?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">With family or friends?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I spent mine in bed until almost noon (which was glorious) and then working in the yard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I know you're jealous.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">We started the day with no plans besides yard work but a text from my cousin Amanda gave us a goal to work toward. They had driven into town for the day and wanted us to join them for dinner. I suggested Pop's and we set the time. They went to the zoo but we hit the back yard. That doesn't seem right. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">After they ended their zoo time early we quickly showered and headed that way. Our group of 10 had grown to 16 before we knew it....and Pop's really isn't set up for large parties. It's a gas station after all. After waiting about an hour we were seated, at 3 separate tables. And there was one person who only had one cheek on the booth the entire time we were there. I don't need to name names. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">But you know what? Everyone had an absolute blast. Kennedy, Reagan, and their 13 year old cousin Skylar ended up at a table together. They looked completely uncomfortable. Kennedy and Reagan pulled out their cell phones and started playing while they waited for their food. Skylar only spoke once during the in the restaurant time and it was to say he wished he'd had his phone, but he was grounded from it. As soon as they were done eating they asked if they could go outside to a big grassy field and play. We of course said yes and finished our meals and chatted before heading out. By the time we got out there they had seriously bonded. As in running around chasing each other. For about 30 minutes. Non-stop. Then the bubbles came out and even McKinley played with them. The adults spent a lot of time chatting, and me? I of course took pictures.</span><br />
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Good sleep, good food, fun location, yard work accomplished, and wonderful time spent with family. </span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Not this girl!</span></div>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-629800701155086092011-05-30T23:18:00.001-05:002011-06-13T22:33:34.294-05:00She's Gradeated!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Friday we headed to Lubbock for Ashley's graduation. We wouldn't have missed it for the world. We also got to see the <a href="http://www.squarefunk.blogspot.com/"><span style="color: blue;">Funk's</span></a> and catch up on some serious family bonding:c)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Saturday night we headed to one of my least favorite places. The Texas Tech campus. Only for Ashley. And Tyler two years before. I wondered how they got all three high schools through when I noticed this on the overhead screen.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWzR6nzheHJsq0Ix-XxCJ5kCF6vinK8kcUwCChqokA9WhlZwEQ3snu1vHlMPB0R0JAuAytbWoRtcLZSMwWaV3QUh62-7wLN_WmwW1ATushs06EfWR3udud6PbxLif_Vdcf2UUMSSJW00/s1600/_MG_8537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWzR6nzheHJsq0Ix-XxCJ5kCF6vinK8kcUwCChqokA9WhlZwEQ3snu1vHlMPB0R0JAuAytbWoRtcLZSMwWaV3QUh62-7wLN_WmwW1ATushs06EfWR3udud6PbxLif_Vdcf2UUMSSJW00/s640/_MG_8537.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">They do all three on the same day! Wow. I don't think I've ever been to a 10 a.m. graduation. Luckily we were attending the 6 p.m. one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Shawn had bought me a doubler for my telephoto lens earlier that day so that I could get some good shots of Ashley getting her diploma. I really wish I'd had a few days to play with it. That much weight and distance is an adjustment! I didn't want to keep changing lenses so I couldn't get the whole class in one...unless I took it from an image from the overhead screen. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">My class of 72 looks incredibly small.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Tiny.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I can't even imagine a class this size. I think there were over 500. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFTq1eCrSvxonvLFv7oHPMdoR4aDFSALdHJxxUweyuHoiJ0Ld4aKcDhsHgknO0hSf9IVOSHSjyygRNgJXEFzb2WI25IIqKUgNovgiWyHKfwUu7mophpJYs3wjBoqpv3kihiotcl1T0eA/s1600/_MG_8585.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFTq1eCrSvxonvLFv7oHPMdoR4aDFSALdHJxxUweyuHoiJ0Ld4aKcDhsHgknO0hSf9IVOSHSjyygRNgJXEFzb2WI25IIqKUgNovgiWyHKfwUu7mophpJYs3wjBoqpv3kihiotcl1T0eA/s640/_MG_8585.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Ashley had told us that the girls were 'supposed' to wear heels. It was interesting to see all the interpretations of heels. And it was interesting to see all the different heels! These kept catching my eye. Probably because they were sparkly:)</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCaTUqMyr8CoogkJJ4unEbI3LXWRHVny_01MzIZfcqjcp6kBAkfZjrQh3-z5R7YiduQQBc9OWkB93lj76tzmfhF1pvNoONwyp8EB78HxAzBFy95_um1HX3F-PdK15IacpBqF27HiPP9k/s1600/_MG_8593.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCCaTUqMyr8CoogkJJ4unEbI3LXWRHVny_01MzIZfcqjcp6kBAkfZjrQh3-z5R7YiduQQBc9OWkB93lj76tzmfhF1pvNoONwyp8EB78HxAzBFy95_um1HX3F-PdK15IacpBqF27HiPP9k/s640/_MG_8593.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I have a friend named Tammy that grew up in the same small school that I did. She didn't finish there though. We lost contact and it wasn't until she popped up on myspace years ago that I found out she'd moved to Lubbock. Two years ago when we were there visiting the girls and I met her, her son Stormy, and her twin daughters at a park and caught up. Because of that I got an invitation to Stormy's graduation and party. Tammy had no idea that I was going to be in town. And I decided to surprise her! As we walked into her house I realized I didn't know a single person. So I had to explain who I was to everyone who was staring at me. Finally Tammy came around the corner and got a pretty big surprise! I loved it. I got to spend some time with her family, we swapped some stories, and left with a big smile on my face.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Later that night I posted this picture on her Facebook wall.</span> <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0wMr2Xf146F9ERfyBQapr5iwCwzPQNt5KNPxVElO0gHbTJrCkKRiAww8SCVJYTkNGu6-F7qe5tAplhFbOFmz3IfwYdldKP94hHJDohIvaU_WkTT-99iz4rQWuaNEFTrTF4MWGAu9Bes/s1600/_MG_8611.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc0wMr2Xf146F9ERfyBQapr5iwCwzPQNt5KNPxVElO0gHbTJrCkKRiAww8SCVJYTkNGu6-F7qe5tAplhFbOFmz3IfwYdldKP94hHJDohIvaU_WkTT-99iz4rQWuaNEFTrTF4MWGAu9Bes/s640/_MG_8611.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We both love how the school board member is....scratching his nose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And then it was time. Our Ashley!</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoqEVJWQc3w3-l-V4AZmp9VIKtF76RVXmKJIqd_bBgF9q4l4zg4vjJGU8afR9w6_eak0z-hB96ZjGJP7VkTvzyip4-ve7YSYgTO-VwdQpHxwJOpmvm7TyzG7GEZvsEDApxXznrlaapfw/s1600/_MG_8632.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoqEVJWQc3w3-l-V4AZmp9VIKtF76RVXmKJIqd_bBgF9q4l4zg4vjJGU8afR9w6_eak0z-hB96ZjGJP7VkTvzyip4-ve7YSYgTO-VwdQpHxwJOpmvm7TyzG7GEZvsEDApxXznrlaapfw/s640/_MG_8632.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And then it was time. The turning of the tassel. Unless you're Ashley.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQnABlq8D7l4QPvWgYy5EDCkpsI0ntiFT6T1MNqaTp1E1nByarer2r9wok7GdAwz5JMmZMiGPYMauuQGZ_N4qaZ2wbxg-XhyiS06mg5vs_nE89-8NriNnKG5E_y-4q07lJC1FdtZA0-E/s1600/_MG_8666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQnABlq8D7l4QPvWgYy5EDCkpsI0ntiFT6T1MNqaTp1E1nByarer2r9wok7GdAwz5JMmZMiGPYMauuQGZ_N4qaZ2wbxg-XhyiS06mg5vs_nE89-8NriNnKG5E_y-4q07lJC1FdtZA0-E/s640/_MG_8666.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Yep. She pulled it right off. And spent a few seconds just staring at it.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiru-aFQ3AQ5LN9uVFZCSN2pzly1ujr-y91941oJ0SPIhu6blZZ4ml0WhYHEkB6YCx3t8WLES83fOujPBuEn0A8splCG-GbUAUxTaH3owPUwcf19fV4Zo6jWQpRT7I42-2p8GcFrjVUy7g/s1600/_MG_8668.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiru-aFQ3AQ5LN9uVFZCSN2pzly1ujr-y91941oJ0SPIhu6blZZ4ml0WhYHEkB6YCx3t8WLES83fOujPBuEn0A8splCG-GbUAUxTaH3owPUwcf19fV4Zo6jWQpRT7I42-2p8GcFrjVUy7g/s640/_MG_8668.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Only Ashley.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmE992hvGxH4fpItXsIooJpwRXfeJ-156Pk6yOG2rGBCS_eaIzplD_b9ochL2vvwdk6g0-Eexfs6KOOADVvSSgev2kWEivWJJjez1zox57W1hGiopQiT9_ZRkcjCGZ6nOWbLIPPcEEv8/s1600/_MG_8673.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJmE992hvGxH4fpItXsIooJpwRXfeJ-156Pk6yOG2rGBCS_eaIzplD_b9ochL2vvwdk6g0-Eexfs6KOOADVvSSgev2kWEivWJJjez1zox57W1hGiopQiT9_ZRkcjCGZ6nOWbLIPPcEEv8/s640/_MG_8673.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And for the final picture I finally got the doubler, the telephoto lens, and the shaky arms to align. So...one good shot from the whole night.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6SeLEIEN2IOOGJSd4WlDHzLsZJMnip_JCAjxejCczRWPJoXGzuZNiUtdSOHIEzyykzTn2wawK1pvn4ZWuYCmJYPJKpF1Jr-ubCQqplILkQ8Kxhv1ARCRef3hEoYHg7K1rwbuQksIbCg/s1600/Ashley+%2526+Me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="456" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6SeLEIEN2IOOGJSd4WlDHzLsZJMnip_JCAjxejCczRWPJoXGzuZNiUtdSOHIEzyykzTn2wawK1pvn4ZWuYCmJYPJKpF1Jr-ubCQqplILkQ8Kxhv1ARCRef3hEoYHg7K1rwbuQksIbCg/s640/Ashley+%2526+Me.jpg" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Isn't she beautiful?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Aren't I fat?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Don't answer that second one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">I beg of you.</span><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"></a>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-49923776258973296262011-05-27T16:09:00.002-05:002011-06-07T23:18:18.327-05:00The Big Texan!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We headed to Lubbock this morning because our beautiful bonus daughter is graduating high school tomorrow night. As we were getting closer to Amarillo Shawn started talking about The Big Texan. He's wanted to go forever and this time it was going to happen. </span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The place is so cute. We bought some fudge and turtles from the candy store and stared at the 72 oz. steak and all the food that goes with it that's part of the challenge. You see, if you can eat a 72 oz. steak and all the things that go with it in an hour, it's free.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbEYPYyP8D-eTQ-ERB3mr7ncFyEzW4L4M4TV8xox69tIIbo8WpXvwcEMK0qWJMg1zRJY6alqPUOx9aZCALVETaxDRzK3qYHJhVdwCh2D8u8wCBLfLLdZ1lDsCYzDzg8p3U3gaj-OyhDg/s1600/Big+Steak.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvbEYPYyP8D-eTQ-ERB3mr7ncFyEzW4L4M4TV8xox69tIIbo8WpXvwcEMK0qWJMg1zRJY6alqPUOx9aZCALVETaxDRzK3qYHJhVdwCh2D8u8wCBLfLLdZ1lDsCYzDzg8p3U3gaj-OyhDg/s640/Big+Steak.jpg" t8="true" width="382" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If you don't eat it, you pay $72. Luckily Shawn wasn't interested in doing that so we ordered off the menu and hoped someone would take the challenge while we were there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We were in luck.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">But before we knew that we took in the scenery.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">And then he sat down. He had to be about college age. And let me just say, he had muscles in places that I didn't know you could have them. His jaw was muscular. He had on a tank top with no arms...or sides, and we could see the muscles in his back. I wondered if his stomach had muscles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">We did take time to take a few pictures and sign the boot. It sure does help to always have a Sharpie in my purse. Even though my boss repeatedly steals them.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBMRVIAnXn4RoW5FjnLXljHCvOkOZNuhDVe9misAd94NmD_M8S1h4mPhqXtN9XvkYed7rNk1zaRg2aXSAeUk1h6tlvoOMvf_6VHBBaqQ3fMrotgY44j3Cov6Pah74UmOwFR0wbt6Q-A4/s1600/_MG_8491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="426" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXBMRVIAnXn4RoW5FjnLXljHCvOkOZNuhDVe9misAd94NmD_M8S1h4mPhqXtN9XvkYed7rNk1zaRg2aXSAeUk1h6tlvoOMvf_6VHBBaqQ3fMrotgY44j3Cov6Pah74UmOwFR0wbt6Q-A4/s640/_MG_8491.JPG" t8="true" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm so sorry Mr. Cow.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So we'd finally been to the Big Texan. And I'd discovered they have MSG in the seasoning...that they put on everything. At least the experience was worth the stop. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Oh, that and the turtle we bought at the candy counter. I don't eat fudge. Holy cow that thing was good! I'd drive back to Amarillo right now to get another one. </span><br />
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</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Unless someone wants to deliver...</span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7470070912343697372.post-67522688058838758822011-05-26T15:51:00.031-05:002011-06-02T16:08:39.575-05:00Fun Things About Owning a Convertible<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">In this first week of owning a convertible I've learned a few things.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">1. It's not a good idea to blow bubbles while driving with the top down.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">2. In Oklahoma, in May, when driving by Cotton Wood trees, you can get it stuck in your lip gloss.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">3. Having some headbands and big hair clips in the glove compartment is a good idea.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">4. Heated seats and floor vents make it possible to keep the top down even if the temperature drops.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">5. When faced with an out of town trip, while head over heels in love with the EOS, Shawn will start researching pricing on U-Haul trailers. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">6. After purchasing a car that seats only 4 of the 5 people in our family, we may or may not plan stuff around one of the girls being at a friends house for the night.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">7. I did a little happy dance when I filled it up for the first time. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">8. After dark I still need sunglasses because there's a lot of stuff flying in the air.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">9. Bugs can get into the car<strong>....anytime they want.</strong></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">10. I can dry my hair after a shower in a quick trip.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;">So, we're still in love. And I don't ever see an end coming. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong><em>It's a blast.</em></strong></span>Stefunkchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09637719525041374238noreply@blogger.com0