tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79241956616253379282024-03-14T00:39:16.710-07:00Leecie Loo and 7 Boys Too!Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-24366081494079893272009-09-05T15:08:00.000-07:002009-09-05T15:43:36.211-07:00A little this...a little that.Here is the latest update for the last 3 weeks or so. I have been so busy with my other blogs that I just haven't had the time to keep this one up like I was. Tim and Drew haven't been around enough to get many pictures of!! Tim was working at the pool and if he wasn't there during the summer he was out with his friends. He and Drew are now both in Marching Band. (Today they are down in Athens at the OU football game preforming.) Drew also has cross country. He left the house at 6:15am this morning and went to a cross country meet. He got to run for the first time in a meet this season because he injured his other leg and we still aren't sure that he doesn't have a stress fracture in it too. We will find out from a 2nd x-ray on Tuesday. But coach had him run and he metaled today. He left the meet with a couple of other CC runners who are also in band. They missed the 8:30am bus down to OU, so they had a mom drive them down. He and Tim won't be home until about 1am! Busy boys! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLh0TjDwrI/AAAAAAAACvk/hYnzJMleXBs/s1600-h/Elise+and+Zach+in+their+fort+Aug.+23+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLh0TjDwrI/AAAAAAAACvk/hYnzJMleXBs/s320/Elise+and+Zach+in+their+fort+Aug.+23+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378109193750561458" /></a><br />The kids made their fort at the farm. Cool huh? They've been watching too much Survivor Man! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLis6CR3tI/AAAAAAAACvs/mmkN9rBb-T8/s1600-h/The+farm.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLis6CR3tI/AAAAAAAACvs/mmkN9rBb-T8/s320/The+farm.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378110166154731218" /></a><br />The farm<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLjFdEhvHI/AAAAAAAACv0/iPhTdwksAVo/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLjFdEhvHI/AAAAAAAACv0/iPhTdwksAVo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378110587876260978" /></a>We went to the Pataskala Street Fair and had a fun time. Tim and Drew played that afternoon in the parade there with the Marching Band. They didn't want to come with us when we went though. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLjoMKdxBI/AAAAAAAACv8/3u7OH8qYTcU/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLjoMKdxBI/AAAAAAAACv8/3u7OH8qYTcU/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378111184633185298" /></a><br />Fair food!!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLj6e6flKI/AAAAAAAACwE/kQYrVMLZcCc/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLj6e6flKI/AAAAAAAACwE/kQYrVMLZcCc/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378111498904114338" /></a><br />My favorite!! I have to get my Cotton Candy!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLkQ_NylyI/AAAAAAAACwM/LkTY5f6RQ6o/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLkQ_NylyI/AAAAAAAACwM/LkTY5f6RQ6o/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378111885532108578" /></a><br />Only in Pataskala! This is an electric drill used to peel the potatoe to make these:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLkxI7raKI/AAAAAAAACwU/BUge5sGC2cI/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLkxI7raKI/AAAAAAAACwU/BUge5sGC2cI/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378112437896308898" /></a><br />Lots of people would have cheese over these! They were really light and crispy. Yummy!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLlMS4ibPI/AAAAAAAACwc/YJe5THr0JUM/s1600-h/Alex+after+Heath+Game.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLlMS4ibPI/AAAAAAAACwc/YJe5THr0JUM/s320/Alex+after+Heath+Game.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378112904423959794" /></a><br />We have started the football/cheerleading season. The boys are on the white team and Dave is one of the assistant coaches. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLl62r9QUI/AAAAAAAACwk/IrEZ2K9eZLQ/s1600-h/Zach+after+game.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLl62r9QUI/AAAAAAAACwk/IrEZ2K9eZLQ/s320/Zach+after+game.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378113704308851010" /></a>Zach loves it. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLmiu_T8bI/AAAAAAAACw0/YikxD2sUaOs/s1600-h/Alex+with+coach+Masik,+(Daddy)+and+Wolfe.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLmiu_T8bI/AAAAAAAACw0/YikxD2sUaOs/s320/Alex+with+coach+Masik,+(Daddy)+and+Wolfe.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378114389437313458" /></a><br />This picture says it all. Here is Alex with the coaches. He has appointed himself coach Alex I think. He will sit and work on plays with Dave and try to figure it all out. He is such a riot! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLnEV-8K0I/AAAAAAAACw8/W6dXQv3sIdk/s1600-h/Sept.+5+2009+Watkins+Black++(17).JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLnEV-8K0I/AAAAAAAACw8/W6dXQv3sIdk/s320/Sept.+5+2009+Watkins+Black++(17).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378114966840421186" /></a> <br />Cute huh? She only gets to cheer for 2 of their games. Our cheerleaders only cheer for home games. We have only 1 junior cheer team to cheer for 3 junior teams. This was one of the 2 she got to cheer for them. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLnxUbQYqI/AAAAAAAACxE/cD4MNvRWoD8/s1600-h/033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLnxUbQYqI/AAAAAAAACxE/cD4MNvRWoD8/s320/033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378115739516428962" /></a><br />Heres the gang! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLoHWmopwI/AAAAAAAACxM/124rRt8BUO8/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SqLoHWmopwI/AAAAAAAACxM/124rRt8BUO8/s320/043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378116118058149634" /></a><br />Wouldn't it be nice? Ouch!!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-81511391253795051452009-08-05T19:43:00.000-07:002009-08-05T20:29:48.165-07:00To bring you up to date.I know I have sorely neglected this blog. I have been so busy with my other two..that I have let this one go. {hanging head in shame} <br />Lets see...what happened in July. <br />I think my butt is going to get even bigger because I sit on it so much working on my blogs! <br /><br />I got to go to a blogging conference in Chicago a week and a half ago. It was a riot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpEd08P7zI/AAAAAAAACpk/L3PRFJYG3QI/s1600-h/me+with+the+Michellan+Man+Blogher+09.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpEd08P7zI/AAAAAAAACpk/L3PRFJYG3QI/s320/me+with+the+Michellan+Man+Blogher+09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677185183608626" /></a> I got to meet this handsome big fat white guy there!! I had so much fun I am going to another conference in NC in September. I am going to get to stop by and see my boys and hopefully my Aunt and Uncle when I go. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpFKXWJerI/AAAAAAAACps/mxE8yjz0Rts/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpFKXWJerI/AAAAAAAACps/mxE8yjz0Rts/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366677950333287090" /></a><br />Dave and I spent most of 4th of July weekend at his farm by ourselves. We rode the only working 4 wheeler a lot. I picked black raspberries while he cut down trees. <br />It was really relaxing. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpGF-EfvxI/AAAAAAAACp0/MSLjz5-0EtA/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpGF-EfvxI/AAAAAAAACp0/MSLjz5-0EtA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366678974340513554" /></a><br />Drew decided to move to TN with Joe at the end of June. He just got a job this last week. Joe just started his new job this week. They just moved into an apartment together last weekend. Wow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpGn1J4PnI/AAAAAAAACp8/CVMLAwwktBo/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpGn1J4PnI/AAAAAAAACp8/CVMLAwwktBo/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366679556062723698" /></a><br />My three "almost oldest"...John Tim and Drew <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpHDYWUBpI/AAAAAAAACqE/wEjI-FxekUg/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpHDYWUBpI/AAAAAAAACqE/wEjI-FxekUg/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366680029366584978" /></a><br />Mix in my 3 youngest...and you have lots of fun. We were having a good bye lunch for Big Drew. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpJIuWm5gI/AAAAAAAACqM/tjmZbT_4EJg/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpJIuWm5gI/AAAAAAAACqM/tjmZbT_4EJg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366682320196003330" /></a><br />Yeah..Tim decided it would be fun to put his hand through a cabin door window at Band camp! (Not!) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpJbYHxv6I/AAAAAAAACqU/6zKU4ymwYZs/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpJbYHxv6I/AAAAAAAACqU/6zKU4ymwYZs/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366682640645734306" /></a><br />I had to go pick him up on day 2 of 5 and get him to an urgent care in Sunbury before they closed. He had it laid open pretty good. He got 4 sutures. The other cuts on his hand didn't need stitched up. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpKIWnnZlI/AAAAAAAACqc/Jmff5t1psOk/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpKIWnnZlI/AAAAAAAACqc/Jmff5t1psOk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366683413336516178" /></a><br />Isn't this so cute? The triplets got out their sidewalk chalk and went to it on the sidewalk! They called this the "Jenney Walk of Fame". <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpKis3LdxI/AAAAAAAACqk/NNwanaE-Qig/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpKis3LdxI/AAAAAAAACqk/NNwanaE-Qig/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366683865983973138" /></a><br />Look at the one that Elise made for me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpK52hUVxI/AAAAAAAACqs/rjoL5j3X9eo/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpK52hUVxI/AAAAAAAACqs/rjoL5j3X9eo/s320/003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366684263713625874" /></a><br />Joe and Drew came into town in July for their Uncles birthday party. I got to have them for one night. This was our breakfast. I think Elise was spending the night at someone's house..and of course John stayed in his own apartment. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpL8SwgGcI/AAAAAAAACq0/tg7q-Kmg10c/s1600-h/Dinner+with+my+boys+July+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpL8SwgGcI/AAAAAAAACq0/tg7q-Kmg10c/s320/Dinner+with+my+boys+July+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366685405164870082" /></a><br />We are in the process of redoing Tim and Drew's (little) bedrooms. I got a great opportunity with Walmart through my Organizing blog to redo a teenagers bedroom (I will also get to giveaway a bedroom remodel on my blog). <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpMk-CpSuI/AAAAAAAACq8/WYEjMke50YY/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SnpMk-CpSuI/AAAAAAAACq8/WYEjMke50YY/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366686103978461922" /></a><br /><br />After asking the boys what they wanted it came down to this. Tim stayed in their shared bedroom and is getting the remodel. Drew decided (he had final choice)to move to a bedroom in the basement. This bedroom is nonexistent at this point. It is an unfinished bedroom. Dave has done the wiring. We are adding pegboard walls and will paint. His closet will be under the stairs. He is calling it his "Man Cave". <br />Tim and I just painted 2 of his walls a dark gray. My sissy helped me with the color of the walls. You will just have to wait until it is finished to see how cool it will look. <br />Ok..I think I have you caught up now. Hopefully more soon. <br /><br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-25072419135160147562009-06-30T13:40:00.000-07:002009-07-01T05:18:28.713-07:00Father's Day belated with DadMy sister came into town and we had a great time together with my Dad and also my brother. <br />We started off our Sunday (week after Father's Day) going out to breakfast with him. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktMYQkqV8I/AAAAAAAACQM/aeu0RiaP5Tk/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktMYQkqV8I/AAAAAAAACQM/aeu0RiaP5Tk/s320/002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353456561709275074" /></a><br />Doesn't Dad look great for almost 79 years old? It is me on the left, Dad, my brother and my sister. <br />We saw some dear friends at breakfast also that I hadn't seen in awhile. They looked great!<br />We then traveled on to Hubby's farm for a visit. Hubby and the kids were all there. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktNCg9fqBI/AAAAAAAACQU/76cIKJErc6Q/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktNCg9fqBI/AAAAAAAACQU/76cIKJErc6Q/s320/007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353457287662905362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktNjXtZV1I/AAAAAAAACQc/d6JoRhzL3xY/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktNjXtZV1I/AAAAAAAACQc/d6JoRhzL3xY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353457852115146578" /></a><br />The kids had some hotdogs and of course sissy and I had to have a smore! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktN2UhH23I/AAAAAAAACQk/iUAPjtV9968/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktN2UhH23I/AAAAAAAACQk/iUAPjtV9968/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353458177675877234" /></a><br />There is my man!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktOQQul0jI/AAAAAAAACQs/LNPmimQ-mhg/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktOQQul0jI/AAAAAAAACQs/LNPmimQ-mhg/s320/014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353458623335223858" /></a><br />My brother had never ridden a 4 wheeler neither had I until 2 years ago and then I only did it once. I am just learning to ride this myself...but I did ride it well enough to take my sis for a ride through the woods. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktOnGwB0YI/AAAAAAAACQ0/w4yRquXJ8qc/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktOnGwB0YI/AAAAAAAACQ0/w4yRquXJ8qc/s320/018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353459015793889666" /></a><br />Now here was the really fun part...my Dad had never ridden one either. He took his first 4 wheeler ride. Here he is getting instructions from Hubby<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktPjTodd_I/AAAAAAAACQ8/6-bBGWoTkVg/s1600-h/022.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktPjTodd_I/AAAAAAAACQ8/6-bBGWoTkVg/s320/022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353460050043959282" /></a><br />There he goes...(he had trouble finding the brakes, so going down the hill was a little scary for him...)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktQBDU7uwI/AAAAAAAACRE/qyv1lSW6rjk/s1600-h/026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktQBDU7uwI/AAAAAAAACRE/qyv1lSW6rjk/s320/026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353460561063164674" /></a><br />Here he comes!! (coming up the hill he didn't have it in low enough gear so he got stuck...#4 son had to ride his bike down the hill to save him!! LOL) <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktQ4zdyAfI/AAAAAAAACRM/HHhz1zoxT-I/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktQ4zdyAfI/AAAAAAAACRM/HHhz1zoxT-I/s320/029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353461518877983218" /></a><br />We ate lunch at Peggy Sue's in New Castle. My Dad has heard us talk about this little town diner for years and has wanted to eat there. He loved it and thought it was great fun to actually meet Peggy Sue! This is Sissy standing out by the Whimpy that is still outside. Years ago it had been named Whimpy's and they have just kept him out front. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktRlhh_lVI/AAAAAAAACRU/UVIzj9I1xhU/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktRlhh_lVI/AAAAAAAACRU/UVIzj9I1xhU/s320/041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353462287157925202" /></a><br />My #2 son came to dinner with us at BJ's Brewery in Polaris. He is moving to TN this week and wanted to say goodbye to Grandpa and see his Aunt who was in town. #2 son with bro. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktSck46_7I/AAAAAAAACRc/lQe8dvIFWWM/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktSck46_7I/AAAAAAAACRc/lQe8dvIFWWM/s320/045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353463232952205234" /></a><br />What a great group! #2 son, Sissy, Dad, Dad's Wife, Bro<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktTIa55S4I/AAAAAAAACRk/1JIRHNaDudk/s1600-h/053.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktTIa55S4I/AAAAAAAACRk/1JIRHNaDudk/s320/053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353463986186177410" /></a><br />Sissy and I!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktTtQMR2BI/AAAAAAAACRs/ugH-C_OmF5w/s1600-h/056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SktTtQMR2BI/AAAAAAAACRs/ugH-C_OmF5w/s320/056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353464618965653522" /></a><br />We had a great day with Dad!! I think he really enjoyed himself too. <br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-36922930742045995752009-06-21T05:43:00.001-07:002009-06-21T06:32:32.471-07:00The Farm - Paintballing at its Best<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4tGEOIdbI/AAAAAAAACKE/ud1jNlXKRj0/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4tGEOIdbI/AAAAAAAACKE/ud1jNlXKRj0/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349762989598209458" border="0" /></a><br />Hubby's Farm is the location for his cousins yearly paint balling weekend. I think he said there were 12 kids (well...like 18-23 year olds) and 4 adults. There were maybe about 8 tents set up. His cousin has it all coordinated with coolers, grills, campfire set up to cook with. He has his "kitchen" he sets up under the shelter. It is quite the set up.<br />Hubby says it reminds him of what the farm used to be like when they were growing up and they had all the get togethers there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4uX4jVTTI/AAAAAAAACKM/4IdrD-sIQiU/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4uX4jVTTI/AAAAAAAACKM/4IdrD-sIQiU/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349764395215179058" border="0" /></a>The kitchen set up with coolers, "kitchen cabinet" and the grill that you can't see.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4viQBmrDI/AAAAAAAACKU/tPlkDZtxG7k/s1600-h/007.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4viQBmrDI/AAAAAAAACKU/tPlkDZtxG7k/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349765672826481714" border="0" /></a>They had a wet evening the night before...so some drying out needed to be done.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4wSwaoN1I/AAAAAAAACKc/8V-D3wEgUX8/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4wSwaoN1I/AAAAAAAACKc/8V-D3wEgUX8/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349766506155095890" border="0" /></a>The Shelter house<br />These people are serious about their paint ball. They are all outfitted and belts that hold their extra ammo, their super guns and guille suits.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4xw9dL37I/AAAAAAAACKk/xWzsbETKh1E/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4xw9dL37I/AAAAAAAACKk/xWzsbETKh1E/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349768124563185586" border="0" /></a><br />This is one team. Boy 5 if on this team.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4yWI8KrpI/AAAAAAAACKs/0qhVSlQ6hv8/s1600-h/002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4yWI8KrpI/AAAAAAAACKs/0qhVSlQ6hv8/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349768763301080722" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4y4JfLYdI/AAAAAAAACK0/7EbWyLjOMoU/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4y4JfLYdI/AAAAAAAACK0/7EbWyLjOMoU/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349769347563479506" border="0" /></a><br />This is the other. Boy 4 is on this one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4rURLb3lI/AAAAAAAACJ8/a-5v1taVQkg/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4rURLb3lI/AAAAAAAACJ8/a-5v1taVQkg/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349761034571472466" border="0" /></a><br />Boy 4 is ready to go!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4zZuUoqdI/AAAAAAAACK8/dmHirnLF0p8/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj4zZuUoqdI/AAAAAAAACK8/dmHirnLF0p8/s320/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349769924387056082" border="0" /></a><br />Ok...Boy 5 got hit! By Boy 4 of all people. Step brotherly love or paint balling at its best? LOL Actually there is a 2nd one on the upper left part of his back that I don't think you can see in this picture, but it isn't so bad.<br />I guess they call this fun? They all had a great time, came back showing off their battle wounds and dripping wet with sweat from all the gear they wear to protect themselves from the painful paintballs. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj41IEe1BAI/AAAAAAAACLE/dkg3HrqVObE/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj41IEe1BAI/AAAAAAAACLE/dkg3HrqVObE/s320/011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349771820120998914" /></a><br />Hubby enjoying all the "goings on". He didn't paint ball, and he went to work on part of the work he has been doing at the farm. He is working on a tree thinning. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj413-iOrUI/AAAAAAAACLM/vGFSZzWwNpU/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sj413-iOrUI/AAAAAAAACLM/vGFSZzWwNpU/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349772643158371650" /></a><br />This is a bench that he, his cousin and kids made for around the campfire. This was Boy 7's idea to make. He had seen a picture of one that was in a magazine and had been after hubby to make them for the farm. He was soooo proud. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-35393594218506377542009-06-13T17:46:00.000-07:002009-06-13T18:09:22.623-07:00Happy Early Father's Day!We don't have the kids on Father's Day next week, so we are celebrating this weekend. We wrapped a Grill cover that Hubby unwrapped. Then he and the boys unloaded it from the back of the car. <br />They had to put it together. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRIzCgSYbI/AAAAAAAACF8/8edK3yXtFOw/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRIzCgSYbI/AAAAAAAACF8/8edK3yXtFOw/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346978699278442930" /></a><br />Hubby and Boy 5 are putting together the grill. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRJzX3OM2I/AAAAAAAACGE/x8RxusBo0Xc/s1600-h/005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRJzX3OM2I/AAAAAAAACGE/x8RxusBo0Xc/s320/005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346979804523410274" /></a><br />They did it! Beauty huh? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRKOKRjTaI/AAAAAAAACGM/NRp_XltSk1E/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRKOKRjTaI/AAAAAAAACGM/NRp_XltSk1E/s320/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346980264732216738" /></a><br />Lots of grilling space. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRKrVrsJ4I/AAAAAAAACGU/WERBl2fBvHs/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRKrVrsJ4I/AAAAAAAACGU/WERBl2fBvHs/s320/009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346980766010845058" /></a><br />Dinner is cooked. I was too late to get a picture of the food on the grill. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRLHzVeivI/AAAAAAAACGc/7wNVME86tUE/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRLHzVeivI/AAAAAAAACGc/7wNVME86tUE/s320/010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346981255007079154" /></a><br />My Hubby is a good Cook!! Look at these steaks!! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRMif7ReCI/AAAAAAAACG0/E2aJ1rLnnc4/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRMif7ReCI/AAAAAAAACG0/E2aJ1rLnnc4/s320/013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346982813164992546" /></a><br />Boy 5 is cooking the onions and mushrooms on the side burner to go on the steaks and turkey burgers. Yummy!! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRMI_0DDOI/AAAAAAAACGs/LPt2xfKvy2s/s1600-h/012.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjRMI_0DDOI/AAAAAAAACGs/LPt2xfKvy2s/s320/012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346982375048023266" /></a><br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-49458712411325822712009-06-12T17:47:00.000-07:002009-06-12T17:55:30.210-07:00Boy 5's Confirmation at St. Paul's Lutheran Church<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjL4Ob-saiI/AAAAAAAACFc/sBs0n8fyYDo/s1600-h/118.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjL4Ob-saiI/AAAAAAAACFc/sBs0n8fyYDo/s320/118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346608634554772002" /></a><br />Boy 5 went through the confirmation classes and these are the 9 students who were confirmed 2 weekends ago.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjL3Zvsy99I/AAAAAAAACFM/D-qg_yIoBOY/s1600-h/IMG_6530.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjL3Zvsy99I/AAAAAAAACFM/D-qg_yIoBOY/s320/IMG_6530.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346607729315346386" /></a><br />Our family picture. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjL31zXLyBI/AAAAAAAACFU/_ntzgzzjnGc/s1600-h/001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SjL31zXLyBI/AAAAAAAACFU/_ntzgzzjnGc/s320/001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346608211334776850" /></a><br />This is Boy 5's table in the reception room. His mentor did this for him. Got him the cake and decorated it for him. <br />It was a big day for him. <br /><br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-28172017430450656132009-06-05T13:57:00.001-07:002009-06-05T14:06:03.142-07:00Boy 1 Turns 26!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SimG_DwRWeI/AAAAAAAACAM/TrP_3NLWPQw/s1600-h/0725081652b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SimG_DwRWeI/AAAAAAAACAM/TrP_3NLWPQw/s320/0725081652b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343950850749454818" /></a><br />This is my oldest baby! Boy 1 turns 26 today. It is hard to believe that it was just 26 years ago today I was holding a brand new little baby. Boy 1 weighed in at 7 lbs and 12 oz. He was the best little baby and boy. Sleeping through the night within a few weeks and used to ask to go "night night".<br />He has recently moved to Tennessee to enjoy some really nice weather to live in. DH and I are jealous. <br />So proud of you Boy 1! Happy Birthday! <br /> <br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-45376409332056838982009-06-01T07:14:00.001-07:002009-06-01T18:12:52.524-07:00Boy 4 - Life Guard, Good Grades and a Drivers License!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SiPim3FbkBI/AAAAAAAAB_E/D1xgQj1YY3M/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SiPim3FbkBI/AAAAAAAAB_E/D1xgQj1YY3M/s320/004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342362740241174546" /></a><br />Boy 4 has had some great accomplishments lately. <br />He has done great with his grades this semester. He did extremely well on his OGT testing. The OGT's are the test you have to take your sophomore year and pass in all areas in order to graduate high school. <br />He is ready to get his license as soon as we can get a time to schedule the test for that. <br />I think his biggest accomplishment though is getting his life guarding certificate. He has never taken formal swimming lessons before!! He was bound and determined to get it done because he knew he had a job waiting for him at our local pool if he could get it. <br />And he did it!! <br />I am so proud of him. He is using his knowledge and skills and proving not only to use, but also himself how much he is capable of. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-19623660746746034062009-05-16T17:55:00.000-07:002009-05-16T18:01:41.969-07:00Learning to ride the ATV<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sg9gnzWm1KI/AAAAAAAAB5c/HdP3SONT2L8/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sg9gnzWm1KI/AAAAAAAAB5c/HdP3SONT2L8/s320/Mother%27s+Day+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336590320373519522" /></a><br />Last weekend Dave and I had a day at the farm by ourselves. I didn't have to work, we didn't have any kids. We had a really nice day together. We went to the farm and he showed me how to ride the new four wheeler. We rode it together and then I took it on my own. We visited some neighbors at the bottom of Dave's hill. Gizmo ran behind the ATV most of the way. She got tired at one point and just lagged back..but didn't stop. So I put her on my lap and she loved it. <br />Dave did some work at the farm and I worked inside the house cleaning for about a hour. Then we went into Coshocton to a winery/restaurant called Raven's Glenn. There we were in our dirty jeans and there were kids in prom dresses. I loved watching all the couples. <br />Great day. <br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-88363765085721747202009-05-07T10:35:00.001-07:002009-05-07T10:39:57.136-07:00Easter Egg hunt<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SgMcSsKTZEI/AAAAAAAAB08/c7nB-Y43Kf8/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SgMcSsKTZEI/AAAAAAAAB08/c7nB-Y43Kf8/s320/006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333137491154396226" /></a><br />Dad wanted to have the kids come over on Easter for a small Easter egg hunt that his wife planned for her granddaughter and the triplets. He always forgets that we only have them 1/2 of the time and only every other holiday. It was not our turn to have them for Easter this year. <br />So the Friday after Easter we went over and had some dinner and they did their Easter Egg hunt. The kids loved it. They got change in their eggs and some candy and gum. <br />Fun time had by all. <br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-13660928580292464402009-04-29T04:29:00.001-07:002009-04-30T06:50:54.466-07:00Gettysburg<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmljciGCLI/AAAAAAAABw0/iqWi6Ek2S7M/s1600-h/Kids+at+Gettysburg.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmljciGCLI/AAAAAAAABw0/iqWi6Ek2S7M/s320/Kids+at+Gettysburg.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330473662342891698" /></a><br />After we left DC we traveled north to Gettysburg. Hubby had been there as a kid and had such wonderful memories of it. I think I had been there when I was young although my Dad just told me he didn't think we went. I remember just looking out on this field and being told about a big battle that took place there. I thought...ok, so what is the big deal? (as a little girl) That is all I remember. So when hubby told me he wanted to go I just had this vision that is in my head of this field and I was thinking...OK and why? But it was really neat. We started out at the museum and watched a movie there. Then we went on the self guided driving tour. We spent several hours going from the monuments to the different battle areas. Hubby was our tour guide! <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmngWbiteI/AAAAAAAABw8/oOXDizJinA8/s1600-h/Triplets+at+Little+Round+Top.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmngWbiteI/AAAAAAAABw8/oOXDizJinA8/s320/Triplets+at+Little+Round+Top.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330475808188446178" /></a><br />This is Little Round Top where the north hung out at the top and took cover in the rocks. The South tried to attack but had to come up this hill and lost many lives. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmoDIUWynI/AAAAAAAABxE/fiqIXlzU-CY/s1600-h/Alex+in+protective+area.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmoDIUWynI/AAAAAAAABxE/fiqIXlzU-CY/s320/Alex+in+protective+area.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330476405695629938" /></a><br />This is at the top of Little Round Top. Hubby was looking for marks in rocks from bullets. They used this for cover. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmpnI6ExeI/AAAAAAAABxM/H0QHtAixld4/s1600-h/Sandy+and+Dave+at+Gettysburg+April+6+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmpnI6ExeI/AAAAAAAABxM/H0QHtAixld4/s320/Sandy+and+Dave+at+Gettysburg+April+6+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330478123840751074" /></a><br />It was cold and windy the day we were there. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmqJKDOZ0I/AAAAAAAABxU/9jWW_328Aog/s1600-h/Kids+up+on+tower.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmqJKDOZ0I/AAAAAAAABxU/9jWW_328Aog/s320/Kids+up+on+tower.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330478708263118658" /></a><br />This tower shows you the other view of Little Round Top. From the south point of view. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmrHOV3FnI/AAAAAAAABxc/ybaw0gyiIZk/s1600-h/kids+on+Devils+Den+April+6+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfmrHOV3FnI/AAAAAAAABxc/ybaw0gyiIZk/s320/kids+on+Devils+Den+April+6+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330479774566913650" /></a><br />There were huge rocks like this at Devil's Den. Thousands died in the lower rocks of Devil's Den as they tried to take cover but ended up being sitting ducks and couldn't get out of the rocks to get away. <br />But the kids had fun climbing in them. This is an area that Hubby really remembered as a kid. <br />I had to change my views on Gettysburg after we left. Not that I have any real desire to go visit again, but it was great for the kids and was very interesting. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-46168263614640127362009-04-26T19:58:00.000-07:002009-04-27T08:16:08.721-07:00Our Washington DC Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUfi5h27EI/AAAAAAAABuo/ZAdADM5e8i4/s1600-h/Family+pic+April+4+2009.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUfi5h27EI/AAAAAAAABuo/ZAdADM5e8i4/s320/Family+pic+April+4+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329200418481695810" /></a><br />My Son 2 called me today and wondered why I had not updated my blog. I told him I was busy....so at 11pm when I should be going to bed, I will sit here bleary eyed to update this blog for my boy!! LOL <br />This was all of us in front of the Bell by Union Station. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUgOLeDS1I/AAAAAAAABuw/qLIeQrEDdIc/s1600-h/Hope+Diamond+April+4+2009.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUgOLeDS1I/AAAAAAAABuw/qLIeQrEDdIc/s320/Hope+Diamond+April+4+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201162031942482" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is a picture of the little bobble that Hubby picked up for me on the trip. (Yeah, I wish...well not really) This is the Hope Diamond. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUg2CQBgUI/AAAAAAAABu4/lCsOHm_hYC4/s1600-h/Kids+with+Capital+in+background.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUg2CQBgUI/AAAAAAAABu4/lCsOHm_hYC4/s320/Kids+with+Capital+in+background.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329201846751953218" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The kids with the Capital in the background. We got to tour the Capital. We didn't get hold of Tiberi soon enough to get into the White House too. <br />It was soooo crowded this weekend because of the Cherry Blossom Festival. Let me see if I can get a pic of all the people. <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUhn_xzFwI/AAAAAAAABvA/V9wOUrSmyZ0/s1600-h/Zillions+of+people+around+the+Jefferson.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUhn_xzFwI/AAAAAAAABvA/V9wOUrSmyZ0/s320/Zillions+of+people+around+the+Jefferson.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329202705081767682" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />The steps and along the waterway were completely packed. We were in the trolley at the time and very thankful even though we were at a stand still due to the traffic. <br />We had a great day that day. We rode the trolley and got to see most of the important sites. We ate lunch in Union Station, toured the Capital (or the little they show you of it). We got off the Trolley at the National Museum of Natural History and then walked and walked and walked.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUifo1XJ_I/AAAAAAAABvI/e_nhnwe5I7I/s1600-h/Triplets+in+DC.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SfUifo1XJ_I/AAAAAAAABvI/e_nhnwe5I7I/s320/Triplets+in+DC.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329203660995373042" /></a><br /><br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-51148679860263588912009-04-11T06:41:00.001-07:002009-04-11T07:05:34.294-07:00Sissy's Babies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SeCgRi_ClsI/AAAAAAAABo4/odSKzENbThs/s1600-h/Cody+with+his+big+tongue.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SeCgRi_ClsI/AAAAAAAABo4/odSKzENbThs/s200/Cody+with+his+big+tongue.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323430982861362882" /></a> <br />This is one of my Sissy's Newfoundlands. Cody...who is a bigger chicken than Sadie. Literally...he was scared of us, barked at the jacket on the banister at her house because its not normally there. Anyway...it was good because hubby realized that our Sadie is not completely a freak...there are other dogs that act like she does. <br />Cody is going to be a star. He was the youngest newfie competing in his age group (the youngest group) and won awards. His trainer took him after meeting him and realizing he was the great grandson of the West Minster Kennel Club show Best of Show winner. <br />Doesn't look like the same dog when he isn't all groomed and standing pretty does it? <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SeCid7McbvI/AAAAAAAABpA/IW6fo_hZ98M/s1600-h/Cody+with+handler.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SeCid7McbvI/AAAAAAAABpA/IW6fo_hZ98M/s200/Cody+with+handler.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323433394541719282" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Here are the two of them together. Lucy has a spinal defect and can't play with bro Cody too much otherwise she starts limping. Cody is behind the fence on the left, Lucy who is smaller is on the right. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SeCjVc8sEqI/AAAAAAAABpI/eT_aI1b0r9Q/s1600-h/Cody+with+sissy.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SeCjVc8sEqI/AAAAAAAABpI/eT_aI1b0r9Q/s200/Cody+with+sissy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323434348495245986" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-67906940899793935992009-04-08T16:49:00.000-07:002009-04-09T05:56:50.260-07:00Beginning of our Washington DC vacation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3uqTeSqoI/AAAAAAAABnU/dHztETfYRhQ/s1600-h/Loving+Aunt+Kathy%27s+cookies.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3uqTeSqoI/AAAAAAAABnU/dHztETfYRhQ/s320/Loving+Aunt+Kathy%27s+cookies.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322672745171036802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3t2-gNGiI/AAAAAAAABnM/EmE-4kA5l40/s1600-h/The+spread+that+awaited+our+arrival+at+kathy%27s.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3t2-gNGiI/AAAAAAAABnM/EmE-4kA5l40/s320/The+spread+that+awaited+our+arrival+at+kathy%27s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322671863368587810" /></a> Driving for 7 hours and then getting in at 10:15pm at my Sissy's house to this spread of goodies! Cool! Kids of course loved it. I do have to say that my sissy is a great baker! Plus she wants me to be fatter than her....so she enjoyed watching me eat cookies. <br />Boy 6 has a project at school called Flat Stanley. He was supposed to send this cut out character that he colored to someone and they were to take it all around and take pictures. Since we knew we were coming to DC, we decided to bring him ourselves. So Flat Stanley went everywhere. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3vf7sy8WI/AAAAAAAABnc/aqlDR5m0eL0/s1600-h/Flat+Stanley+on+the+road+70.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3vf7sy8WI/AAAAAAAABnc/aqlDR5m0eL0/s320/Flat+Stanley+on+the+road+70.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322673666502357346" /></a> This was the beginning of our trip.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3wINIOqcI/AAAAAAAABnk/_4CIECgKvh8/s1600-h/141.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sd3wINIOqcI/AAAAAAAABnk/_4CIECgKvh8/s320/141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322674358375590338" /></a> Boy 6 and Flat Stanley in front of Sissy and her DH's house.<br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-87429315537979679792009-03-28T19:30:00.000-07:002009-04-09T05:57:49.546-07:00Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey Circus<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sc7ddTA8s_I/AAAAAAAABl0/x0t2AXAxNjg/s1600-h/RBBB+Over+the+Top+Image.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sc7ddTA8s_I/AAAAAAAABl0/x0t2AXAxNjg/s320/RBBB+Over+the+Top+Image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318431705361331186" border="0" /></a><br />I am hoping to win 4 passes to the Circus for the kids. You can try and win too if live in the Columbus area.<br />Just go to <a href="http://www.pbandpickles.com/search/label/Giveaway">Peanut Butter and Pickles Reviews</a>.<br /><br />I WON BY THE WAY!!! HAPPY DANCE. <br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-64783737027177485352009-03-25T11:28:00.000-07:002009-03-25T11:29:17.266-07:00Howling Dogs and SirensI will take no responsiblity from your dog howling because they hear this video. Each time Sadie and Gizmo hear it on my computer...they start up again!! <br /><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" name="vdoPlayer" width="318 " height="246 " align="middle" id="vdoPlayer"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /><param name="movie" value="http://www.newbaby.com/videoPlayer.swf?_link=http://rd.newbaby.com/api3/files/479780A1869971BB.flv&_title=Howling%20Dogs" /><param name="quality" value="high" /><param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /><embed src="http://www.newbaby.com/videoPlayer.swf?_link=http://rd.newbaby.com/api3/files/479780A1869971BB.flv&_title=Howling%20Dogs" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="318" height="246 " name="vdoPlayer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /></embed></object><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-22539342161748683852009-03-23T19:56:00.001-07:002009-03-23T20:15:41.320-07:00Columbus Auto Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchMIIU6hwI/AAAAAAAABh0/O_L8dMcS7Wk/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchMIIU6hwI/AAAAAAAABh0/O_L8dMcS7Wk/s320/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316583062668740354" border="0" /></a><br />We took the kids to see the Columbus Auto Show. I had been there on Thursday of this last week as a guest of Ford for social media. But Boy 4 was dying to go, so we worked it out to go on Sunday.<br />Boy 4 was in his "happy place" the whole time we were there. Here are some other pics<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchNo-cgmfI/AAAAAAAABh8/aSI6anVauBg/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchNo-cgmfI/AAAAAAAABh8/aSI6anVauBg/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316584726463551986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchOC-pmWuI/AAAAAAAABiE/1-16CgE-3ss/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchOC-pmWuI/AAAAAAAABiE/1-16CgE-3ss/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316585173195053794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchO7uoaH9I/AAAAAAAABiM/efJV9wtOPAo/s1600-h/014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchO7uoaH9I/AAAAAAAABiM/efJV9wtOPAo/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316586148147634130" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchPfftCpJI/AAAAAAAABiU/nIhx_C4hxQw/s1600-h/029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SchPfftCpJI/AAAAAAAABiU/nIhx_C4hxQw/s320/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316586762615825554" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-83158039489375248932009-03-16T18:09:00.001-07:002009-03-16T18:31:40.502-07:00My early birthday celebration<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb74pGeBymI/AAAAAAAABcE/zeR6W_UXtOg/s1600-h/My+Organizing+avatar+cake.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313957995338648162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb74pGeBymI/AAAAAAAABcE/zeR6W_UXtOg/s320/My+Organizing+avatar+cake.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Hubby planned my "surprise" birthday party for tonight instead of my actual birthday since we have his kids tonight. I say "surprise" because last weekend he told me, "Sandy, we are having a surprise birthday party for you next Monday night, ok? SURPRISE!" LOL<br />He did surprise me with my cake. He ordered it from my dear friend, Cake Lady. It is the avatar picture from my Organizing Blog! She did a great job.<br />Hubby cooked chicken, pototoes, salad and veg. for dinner.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb76HQfJHpI/AAAAAAAABcU/F0PjebeZqJ4/s1600-h/dinner+Dave+made+me.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313959612935380626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb76HQfJHpI/AAAAAAAABcU/F0PjebeZqJ4/s320/dinner+Dave+made+me.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />He also brought in balloons and flowers for me. (one was a Mickey and then he had to match the card!) <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb76rgof1jI/AAAAAAAABcc/BTD5QYdaOYA/s1600-h/Dave+got+me+3+balloons,+cards,+magazines+and+a+mini+laptop+March+16+2009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313960235744876082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb76rgof1jI/AAAAAAAABcc/BTD5QYdaOYA/s320/Dave+got+me+3+balloons,+cards,+magazines+and+a+mini+laptop+March+16+2009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />I actually got to order my birthday present. I am getting a mini laptop computer!! With blogging conventions and meet ups I am on the go a lot more with my computer.<br />Boy 3 found his blanket and bunnies when he was downstairs and brought them up. So of course the others had to find theirs. Here is the pic that they told me not to post. (I'm mom...I can do this...kind of like showing the baby in the bathtub pictures to girlfriends!)<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb78VNL7C_I/AAAAAAAABck/rNbRQHodvZM/s1600-h/bunnies+and+puppy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313962051590884338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sb78VNL7C_I/AAAAAAAABck/rNbRQHodvZM/s320/bunnies+and+puppy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Boy 3 sitting, Boy 4 on left and Boy 2 on right. They loved their bunnies and puppy (Boy 4 shoulder)<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-87879966184094806542009-03-13T17:41:00.001-07:002009-03-13T18:03:09.308-07:00Belly Dancing and Greek Food!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sbr93jVebUI/AAAAAAAABa0/b8Ej1hlEBFY/s1600-h/belly+dancing,+Mykonos+Travern.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sbr93jVebUI/AAAAAAAABa0/b8Ej1hlEBFY/s320/belly+dancing,+Mykonos+Travern.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312837841256869186" /></a><br />Hubby and I went to dinner tonight with Hubby's good friend to a Greek Restaurant called Mykonas Traverna and Bakery. Our friend is Greek and so was able to tell us not only how to pronounce everything (which I still couldn't do even after he would say it), but all kinds of other interesting Greek information. <br />Hubby and I have been there before and seen the man playing the Greek instrument called the bouzouki, but we have never seen the belly dancer! What a surprise that was. I first saw the older woman (who we think is the belly dancers mother) come out with the little finger cymbals on and we thought that may be her...then the daughter came in. She was a cutie. Her Dad is playing the drum in the picture. Hubby blushed and couldn't think straight when he saw someone putting a dollar in her outfit. Greek friend told us that is how it is, kind of like with strippers, you get to give them tips. (I was not a all sad that hubby didn't have any bills on him!! LOL) <br />Here are some other pics of the place. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbsAd3SWUPI/AAAAAAAABa8/mTz5PMu3PsI/s1600-h/Mykonas+Restaurant.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbsAd3SWUPI/AAAAAAAABa8/mTz5PMu3PsI/s200/Mykonas+Restaurant.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312840698470748402" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbsAxiZVB0I/AAAAAAAABbE/jKiXG8BDgtw/s1600-h/Mykonas+Travern.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbsAxiZVB0I/AAAAAAAABbE/jKiXG8BDgtw/s200/Mykonas+Travern.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312841036460263234" /></a><br />We had a very nice meal and great dessert. Hubby's friend treated us (which he shouldn't have done!)so we will of course be back with him to treat him next time. Hmmmm think the guys will want to back on a Friday or Saturday night to see the belly dancer again? Yeah...I know. <br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-49047104728221996462009-03-12T05:09:00.000-07:002009-03-12T05:19:31.532-07:00Protecting my family<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sbj9nPMEFNI/AAAAAAAABak/CBsSaU8FTbA/s1600-h/The+wilds+July+2005+091.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sbj9nPMEFNI/AAAAAAAABak/CBsSaU8FTbA/s320/The+wilds+July+2005+091.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312274611017356498" /></a><br />This is a picture from 2005 of us when we took the kids to "The Wilds". Don't the triplets look little?<br />As I get more into the blogging and learn more, I realize there are changes to be made. <br />I had to decide if I was going to keep my family blog public or not. I want my readers to be able to know this wonderful part of me. I am so proud, but I also know I need to protect my family. So I have done as many other bloggers do and have decided to keep this blog public, but not use the kids names anymore. <br />Since we have 7 boys and 1 girl, to keep things simple I named the kids Boy 1 (oldest) to Boy 7 (youngest) and Girlie<br />(I'll tell you what...going back through all my old posts changing their names was lots o'fun! LOL)<br />Thanks for understanding. <br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-56049867922508737552009-03-09T11:37:00.001-07:002009-03-12T04:08:21.261-07:00Flowers - For No Reason<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbViFm3vJrI/AAAAAAAABW0/VENP7UgUemo/s1600-h/Flowers+Dave+gave+me.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbViFm3vJrI/AAAAAAAABW0/VENP7UgUemo/s320/Flowers+Dave+gave+me.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311259184026560178" /></a><br />I have the best husband anyone could have. He will bring me flowers maybe once a month for NO REASON! He will tell me that he was thinking of me and wanted to get them for me. <br />I never used to care much for getting flowers, but somehow from Hubby that is different. I know he is getting them not because he has to, but because he wants to. Us woman....we are fickle aren't we? <br />The best flowers I ever got were just after our 4th date together. He didn't even know my address, but he looked it up and sent me a beautiful bouquet of flowers. It was so perfect. <br />Love this man so much!!<br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-62864050917287764642009-03-09T05:28:00.000-07:002009-03-12T04:09:02.740-07:00Winter Homecoming<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbUNHlssfYI/AAAAAAAABWs/Mqltpbrttgs/s1600-h/Drew+and+Elise+March+7+2009.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbUNHlssfYI/AAAAAAAABWs/Mqltpbrttgs/s320/Drew+and+Elise+March+7+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311165759583190402" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbUL9dNTtOI/AAAAAAAABWc/1nJjr7dPfP4/s1600-h/Tim+winter+homecoming+march+7+2009.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SbUL9dNTtOI/AAAAAAAABWc/1nJjr7dPfP4/s320/Tim+winter+homecoming+march+7+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311164485993739490" /></a><br /><br />Ok...first off that is not Boy 5's date...it is his sis! I made him pose while he was waiting for his date to get there. I told him I would not put the other picture up....I am embarrassing him enough. <br />Boy 4 went stag to the dance and from what I heard he had a great time dancing! <br />Don't they look nice? <br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-52018282305416457122009-03-04T19:27:00.001-08:002009-03-12T04:10:02.273-07:00My Family all together!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sa9G5cqXotI/AAAAAAAABS8/i-sBhmGbFMA/s1600-h/Good+family+pic+Mar+2+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sa9G5cqXotI/AAAAAAAABS8/i-sBhmGbFMA/s320/Good+family+pic+Mar+2+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309540438453494482" /></a><br />I actually had my whole family together!! Yeah. Boy 1 came home for a visit from Iowa. He is moving to Nashville and stopped by on the way to say hi! He looked great and I was thrilled to see him. <br />I had my boys and my brother over for dinner. I was bound and determined to get a picture while we were all together. I didn't have one last year for the Christmas card I always send out and was upset, so if we aren't together before Christmas you may be seeing this picture again. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sa9HeEO20pI/AAAAAAAABTE/RQLZuDcxKXk/s1600-h/Rick+and+I+Mar.+2009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sa9HeEO20pI/AAAAAAAABTE/RQLZuDcxKXk/s320/Rick+and+I+Mar.+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309541067550806674" /></a><br />My bro also came by for dinner. We got a pic together too. He's my big bro! My Brother Rick is an artist and he has many a following. You can see his works at <a href="http://www.rickborg.com/">Rick Borg.com </a> His work is different than many of us are used to...but he has his art hanging in several locations around campus. He also has people who follow him and love his work. <br /><a href="" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-58749909082857012852009-02-28T17:58:00.001-08:002009-02-28T18:25:49.680-08:00I Won these awards!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chickenista.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 167px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/Sanrzr47n8I/AAAAAAAABI0/qMvGsS9JPos/s200/award_butterfly.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308032909020209090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://chickenista.blogspot.com/"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SanruygVJ0I/AAAAAAAABIs/N-yQ6YQoMs8/s200/I+love+your+blog+award.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308032824896726850" border="0" /></a><br />I was given these awards from Chickenista! I was so excited! I haven't won any awards for my family blog until now. You will need to visit<a href="http://chickenista.blogspot.com/"> The Chickenista<br /></a> blog. It is so cute!<br />The rules for this award are simple<br />1) Post it on your blog (and link back to the one who gave it to you)<br />2) Pass it onto up to 15 other blogging friends<br />3) Let them know that you gave them an award.<br /><br />Donna - <a href="http://nanasquiltforchinsdoll.blogspot.com/">Donna's Blog</a><br />Blogger Friend - <a href="http://ifyoulivedhereidknowyourname.blogspot.com/">If you lived there, I'd know your name</a><br />Melinda - <a href="http://www.lookwhatmomfound.com/">Look What Mom Found</a><br />Wenbren - <a href="http://wenbrenexplainsitall.blogspot.com/">Wenbren explains it all</a><br />Vickie - <a href="http://cookingupasnowstorm.blogspot.com/">Cooking up a Snowstorm</a><br />Thanks ladies for the comments you have made on my family blog and the wonderful blogs you work on!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7924195661625337928.post-12339144538702540422009-02-25T15:55:00.001-08:002009-03-12T04:11:52.947-07:00Awana's Crazy Hair night<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SaXbfX_ILII/AAAAAAAABHM/IPvKJ-znkY0/s1600-h/Cool+hair.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SaXbfX_ILII/AAAAAAAABHM/IPvKJ-znkY0/s320/Cool+hair.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306889067987217538" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SaXa1V4GjwI/AAAAAAAABHE/bQfVZ9GIzD4/s1600-h/Elise+and+Zach+Feb+25+2009+Crazy+hair+day.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_U9RNHv0FAQY/SaXa1V4GjwI/AAAAAAAABHE/bQfVZ9GIzD4/s320/Elise+and+Zach+Feb+25+2009+Crazy+hair+day.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306888345866374914" /></a><br />Tonight was Crazy Hair Day at Awanas for the kids. Boy 6 wanted his hair to look like flames. Boy 7 didn't want to go. <br />The kids mom came over to do their hair and she asked for my help. She bought red hair spray for Boy 6. We both worked on Girlie's hair in all the little pony tails. <br />They were so excited to go. <br /><a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-create.g?blogID=7924195661625337928" target="_blank"><img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://i437.photobucket.com/albums/qq100/organizewithsandy/lloo_siggy.gif" /></a>Organize with Sandyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10650934605284612324noreply@blogger.com2