tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-301128312024-03-13T00:00:23.361-05:00A Glance Into My WorldLady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.comBlogger257125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-85911458114989403612010-03-30T10:34:00.017-05:002010-03-31T11:50:19.801-05:00The Beast<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2EsLvV4K8Wk0ePFA0NJC-dlEFcfXKhtgbke2kiUS-qlfq6uc-snNRWZZC-RRIL_O0SauXISB1Nqxq8pmXpSAGSXY37bPGalUsysD6iZQ-wFT3OhMqRIAmB725RypDsSHq8j_/s1600/IMG_1377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU2EsLvV4K8Wk0ePFA0NJC-dlEFcfXKhtgbke2kiUS-qlfq6uc-snNRWZZC-RRIL_O0SauXISB1Nqxq8pmXpSAGSXY37bPGalUsysD6iZQ-wFT3OhMqRIAmB725RypDsSHq8j_/s400/IMG_1377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454493445031950802" border="0" /></a><br />In September we bought a 12 week old German Shepherd. We named him Titus. But his nick name is... The Beast.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwJ7FGZMXffJdGprem9YeWGrKy-nZ1IkuGdTf49unYiRw3GL-3Wgkg1HBgxaskF1ze-luMAHqEgYuDdXS9YxrnYdcO2f4imQY4BDOdvcH-89pffFa2y4NI8RH39YoYKYd44Us/s1600/IMG_1669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibwJ7FGZMXffJdGprem9YeWGrKy-nZ1IkuGdTf49unYiRw3GL-3Wgkg1HBgxaskF1ze-luMAHqEgYuDdXS9YxrnYdcO2f4imQY4BDOdvcH-89pffFa2y4NI8RH39YoYKYd44Us/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454494772641655794" border="0" /></a><br />The Beast enjoys being played with. He's very smart. He also likes to play with toys that he has to figure out how to get the treats out. He's good at it too.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0F6TlLaNvwHsTnsUAb4TXvc23t6u5f6u_9i-NJc2mb0EqI4-CSMkpFz9FeW6uikGtqpQxVXylIEa4ODhv7FsFiY8S1mvt_C-w-FN7y_ZhDfCSfMdW3kWksiy1EV93MeOBFqsR/s1600/IMG_6388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0F6TlLaNvwHsTnsUAb4TXvc23t6u5f6u_9i-NJc2mb0EqI4-CSMkpFz9FeW6uikGtqpQxVXylIEa4ODhv7FsFiY8S1mvt_C-w-FN7y_ZhDfCSfMdW3kWksiy1EV93MeOBFqsR/s400/IMG_6388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454803194515547682" border="0" /></a><br />He truly is a BEAST. He's huge, massive, ginormous and intimidating. He's still very much a puppy. He won't be one until July 3rd. Which means he's not done growing yet. YIKES!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLivlsn4eJz6dPn_SyZXjs6I-3KWYyIksnW-liyO8W58GCbsA29r_LLW1rjlat_xj7lwDhyphenhypheng1KvDi_a1YNexSXT2u9u2VYP_MW5pGGM8QjDbgAGSfkiUr6iivfuWbJijK1NeF/s1600/IMG_6854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxLivlsn4eJz6dPn_SyZXjs6I-3KWYyIksnW-liyO8W58GCbsA29r_LLW1rjlat_xj7lwDhyphenhypheng1KvDi_a1YNexSXT2u9u2VYP_MW5pGGM8QjDbgAGSfkiUr6iivfuWbJijK1NeF/s400/IMG_6854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454805394924167474" border="0" /></a><br />The Beast is still being trained. My Knight believes he doesn't really need to "go to school". He feels we can train him here at our Castello. Being the submissive wife that I am, (through gritting teeth- which I guess really doesn't make me being submissive in my heart... I need to work on that) we are training him at home. We just need to remember to be consistent. He LOVES sitting on the first step. He sees us sitting on our couch, so he goes and sits on "his" seat. He's too cute. :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWgkn64MRsv4EmdozSZao1KcMdP3t3bSGMBf_kjRs6YJTfPdauoHVZI39IhipEvpsqgsxn_Pe-fENMWyhRqTqFsgi4mTkvKnIE2J-bcGfOEcaL0wiwrsZryz22qlpbjAMij6L/s1600/IMG_6930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkWgkn64MRsv4EmdozSZao1KcMdP3t3bSGMBf_kjRs6YJTfPdauoHVZI39IhipEvpsqgsxn_Pe-fENMWyhRqTqFsgi4mTkvKnIE2J-bcGfOEcaL0wiwrsZryz22qlpbjAMij6L/s400/IMG_6930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454809092271221938" border="0" /></a><br />He LOVES to play soccer and run. Good thing we have plenty of room to run and play!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT7SIx8z1BrnXHBFrZm2Kcl4Jc33SbGvX8gLGAZSbQK19gyThuzxXTe6igV8OCERHSnzarLcXTvKfsbEV37RniGGAxByKgH3NET4HB7C2RVG1R-naJRe40tmh2nvcpnWByYP2/s1600/IMG_6334.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 362px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwT7SIx8z1BrnXHBFrZm2Kcl4Jc33SbGvX8gLGAZSbQK19gyThuzxXTe6igV8OCERHSnzarLcXTvKfsbEV37RniGGAxByKgH3NET4HB7C2RVG1R-naJRe40tmh2nvcpnWByYP2/s400/IMG_6334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454802115282650818" border="0" /></a><br />He enjoys playing keep away too! My Knight and the Squires take him to the local doggy park. I have yet to go. I think it would freak me out to see him unleashed in a park. He's so playful, that I think children are going to run up to him and he'll want to "play" with them. He's in the "big clumsy" stage.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorYsQyA4Y09tzxhz0NadAxnuTuJ7ODvH3huNnSWxTa1_YCighPSOwXindqbWaZ9hXBFzFA1hpgfWxcwRhzpJHcUZGKhh29k8Fx5hXFz0CP-b_A3kK0gdNvCKRm81QjBCjFGDp/s1600/IMG_7637.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgorYsQyA4Y09tzxhz0NadAxnuTuJ7ODvH3huNnSWxTa1_YCighPSOwXindqbWaZ9hXBFzFA1hpgfWxcwRhzpJHcUZGKhh29k8Fx5hXFz0CP-b_A3kK0gdNvCKRm81QjBCjFGDp/s400/IMG_7637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454837394174242658" border="0" /></a><br />The Squires are trying to teach him to catch the frisbee. He's getting really good at catching it up in the air. I'll try to get a picture of that and share it. :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-0SyYZGTHKaMcqRM7NLEzd1cx-PowOlq36qpOQcSkKGsVDvzC3GJl9uPjwckVQ5huVF7TQq6_N1dk7GxbJiBtAACXbc7ZEd3WJ_z2qJPLDuleUzapglkeW9aKrjJ_Eogsv_V/s1600/IMG_6467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju-0SyYZGTHKaMcqRM7NLEzd1cx-PowOlq36qpOQcSkKGsVDvzC3GJl9uPjwckVQ5huVF7TQq6_N1dk7GxbJiBtAACXbc7ZEd3WJ_z2qJPLDuleUzapglkeW9aKrjJ_Eogsv_V/s400/IMG_6467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454804279405275090" border="0" /></a><br />The Beast only goes outside to do his "business" and to play. After running an playing, he enjoys laying on the grass and feeling the cool breeze.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_UKVgmUDBsb85qdZlYgE9OTdr-BP6GZOS9qsvRwAr7agJeGP_R_jqMw_B48aQC_PdfQ7h2VUsOWtI_pPDKHPcfSZ_E3Z5OJWUUVbpp4GNakFgik3BgC3T7gkGQZ-vRqjV6bK/s1600/IMG_7625.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1_UKVgmUDBsb85qdZlYgE9OTdr-BP6GZOS9qsvRwAr7agJeGP_R_jqMw_B48aQC_PdfQ7h2VUsOWtI_pPDKHPcfSZ_E3Z5OJWUUVbpp4GNakFgik3BgC3T7gkGQZ-vRqjV6bK/s400/IMG_7625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454837398118049410" border="0" /></a><br />Our neighbors have a little dog. What's funny is that we didn't know his name. So Soaring Amongst the Clouds dubbed him Harry. Turns out his real name is Eddy. But he'll always be Harry to us. Well, The Beast and Harry love playing together. They look so cute playing too. Sometimes The Beast will sit and look towards Harry's home. Hoping that Harry will come and play.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKpsIkwazdrpo1lTqYfiT33Lq7AQHe5hjpvCqXNkH9QHNeDgJCgmvhxvENk8TAjKQ7Px5_VadaY_CCbIeLBR0wwmVmGCezro9rtcXBAlWsxdiPsh3CzLCNEW1fsv8fErsWGov/s1600/IMG_7350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKpsIkwazdrpo1lTqYfiT33Lq7AQHe5hjpvCqXNkH9QHNeDgJCgmvhxvENk8TAjKQ7Px5_VadaY_CCbIeLBR0wwmVmGCezro9rtcXBAlWsxdiPsh3CzLCNEW1fsv8fErsWGov/s400/IMG_7350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454799823425803634" border="0" /></a><br />This is how big he is now. See, I told you he's HUGE! He's perfect for our family. He's protective, playful, smart and fun. He fits right in with our family. I look forward to our journey together.<br /><br /><br />faithfully His,<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-51964217632924509402010-03-25T16:35:00.012-05:002010-03-25T17:14:44.431-05:00Foxes and Wild Turkeys!!!The last couple of weeks we've been having visits from Mr. Fox. Well actually the other day we had two foxes visit us. They were so cute. I wasn't able to get a picture of them. :( But two days later, I was able to get a picture of this one...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2JyIZlBhgF0jVWEQpskpd6r-ei38QHWicXpvbauW-WVsVPCkdvP98CW44THOrmI9sLDBRpIekVR16i5XPUBrPoBhzSJalF3RMuxYy3zUqq5rE_kGkw8MkOxh_zRegGK2HDAH/s1600/IMG_7340.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2JyIZlBhgF0jVWEQpskpd6r-ei38QHWicXpvbauW-WVsVPCkdvP98CW44THOrmI9sLDBRpIekVR16i5XPUBrPoBhzSJalF3RMuxYy3zUqq5rE_kGkw8MkOxh_zRegGK2HDAH/s400/IMG_7340.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452690454820489714" border="0" /></a><br />I was able to use my sisters GINORMOUS zoom lens. Thanks Boss Lady! You are the BEST and not only because you gave me your lens. :)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvricKv5R4s9yLqdhKkhq5fKk5XXMIlg5r9ykzpt3DU2KbpqjSnzxeegTQZKVqSWii11v2-sx3027wUZfR5vcCP4rjEMkGDXS9NehyI49fvNMhl53CcINPr1PIKCnHzSROulT/s1600/IMG_7342.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLvricKv5R4s9yLqdhKkhq5fKk5XXMIlg5r9ykzpt3DU2KbpqjSnzxeegTQZKVqSWii11v2-sx3027wUZfR5vcCP4rjEMkGDXS9NehyI49fvNMhl53CcINPr1PIKCnHzSROulT/s400/IMG_7342.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452689645080629378" border="0" /></a><br />I sure do love living out where we live.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHJB16fqtBqGYMFoTeSk7nBhZ-qgkMWiYxgG3K7neChpH_RTYT6_9URVGRQD8Lr_WBpIj5GNfb4_qruQgRDrHTb_3RjzJK55AK2FBnpE6ffcnjpLbPexAURxH5MHHxg79d3sf/s1600/IMG_7343.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPHJB16fqtBqGYMFoTeSk7nBhZ-qgkMWiYxgG3K7neChpH_RTYT6_9URVGRQD8Lr_WBpIj5GNfb4_qruQgRDrHTb_3RjzJK55AK2FBnpE6ffcnjpLbPexAURxH5MHHxg79d3sf/s400/IMG_7343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452689652302038338" border="0" /></a><br />Oh the things we see. A while back we saw some...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiWL0KKYOWvxjS_fFb-ZU1kO5ZlSxxagGBmeW8FqmCYh5GeeeXz0Xp2vmP-fZFjvV6SOhlE3Qhn1KcQXlYaum5wQ8rpY3aMX8uuEN27DfHlMg98sZUYbM2BPCL1fLxeiKS9h6/s1600/IMG_7145.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiWL0KKYOWvxjS_fFb-ZU1kO5ZlSxxagGBmeW8FqmCYh5GeeeXz0Xp2vmP-fZFjvV6SOhlE3Qhn1KcQXlYaum5wQ8rpY3aMX8uuEN27DfHlMg98sZUYbM2BPCL1fLxeiKS9h6/s400/IMG_7145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452694252968774562" border="0" /></a><br />Wild turkeys!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnz_5J0C5bMNY372Z-U8w05HT-GKP47O2ikWRpk2B9jitWV26n3xXeKm9GtdFLw6wBdkdhwpCKPi7FNJ2R2c2yMPi2xmaj9DVr7zMGPFSWb9uH9Ltaror1lli2sZvZtS_ICFm2/s1600/IMG_7146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnz_5J0C5bMNY372Z-U8w05HT-GKP47O2ikWRpk2B9jitWV26n3xXeKm9GtdFLw6wBdkdhwpCKPi7FNJ2R2c2yMPi2xmaj9DVr7zMGPFSWb9uH9Ltaror1lli2sZvZtS_ICFm2/s400/IMG_7146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452694129353107506" border="0" /></a><br />A whole flock of them!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOt_hl9eFZHKcRx_ZxdblEr-GLIxloE3jkXqhxHFwEOyY0GGa3KPN9FJ9MyeQvWk8Nmr2CdQ93OEG4l5LfSPLod5GjKeFDylEeI9OCHJe82BhyB_lqr-Xz3En_8Qi3YHaDpsi_/s1600/IMG_7148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOt_hl9eFZHKcRx_ZxdblEr-GLIxloE3jkXqhxHFwEOyY0GGa3KPN9FJ9MyeQvWk8Nmr2CdQ93OEG4l5LfSPLod5GjKeFDylEeI9OCHJe82BhyB_lqr-Xz3En_8Qi3YHaDpsi_/s400/IMG_7148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452693951109262290" border="0" /></a><br />I didn't know they could fly!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3_hJbxCy900UkG6eIp32KMQbk_O-uXt11T5EHuarI6q1hT1LlIWWN8vgDLwJgGokmwzuEQQVG9qoDA-l-AgoFP64gKGnsgwFoqCJCQNvT-JUsCOc1MxxE4A_4TP7FuKKbQMJ/s1600/IMG_7152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH3_hJbxCy900UkG6eIp32KMQbk_O-uXt11T5EHuarI6q1hT1LlIWWN8vgDLwJgGokmwzuEQQVG9qoDA-l-AgoFP64gKGnsgwFoqCJCQNvT-JUsCOc1MxxE4A_4TP7FuKKbQMJ/s400/IMG_7152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452693756968718050" border="0" /></a><br />Yep, they flew above the pine tree tops! Who knew wild turkeys had ups?!<br /><br /><br />faithfully His...<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-81898632202042985172010-03-18T09:34:00.005-05:002010-03-18T10:01:43.091-05:00How do I love thee?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBvsH_YDvxjgGv8dJMHTAaJ8YA6R8xMZqcS_pBJ6K8HWACmxRxVK70ZtIPmdTalbxgSVeBiPC4tu6YQhoaEQ8zQUNj0aBJww6r5HrZ66_yGIzne4jUNcfrJkLnb_WPJ1xmdpu/s1600-h/IMG_6210.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivBvsH_YDvxjgGv8dJMHTAaJ8YA6R8xMZqcS_pBJ6K8HWACmxRxVK70ZtIPmdTalbxgSVeBiPC4tu6YQhoaEQ8zQUNj0aBJww6r5HrZ66_yGIzne4jUNcfrJkLnb_WPJ1xmdpu/s400/IMG_6210.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449988735370474722" border="0" /></a><br />How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.<br />I love thee to the depth and breadth and height<br />My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight<br />For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.<br />I love thee to the level of everyday's<br />Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.<br />I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;<br />I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.<br />I love thee with a passion put to use<br />In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.<br />I love thee with a love I seemed to lose<br />With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,<br />Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,<br />I shall but love thee better after death.<br />~Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br /><br />I LOVE my Knight. I'm not just saying that. I mean I REALLY LOVE my Knight. The poem above reaches me deep down to my soul. When my Knight's heart is heavy laden, mine is too. Not only do I LOVE him, but I admire him. I do not worship him. For I know he is human. As a human we all fail and fall short.<br /><br />Why do I LOVE him so? Why do I think so highly of him? Well, because he is a godly man. A man who strives to do God's will. A man who doesn't care what people think about him, but what God thinks of him. He loves me in spite of my downfalls and weaknesses. He loves his family. Works hard to provide for his family. He's wise and humble. I could go on and on with examples. But the thought of him overwhelms me. Makes me cry with tears of happiness for all he is and sadness because of all that falls on him.<br /><br />I want so much to be the woman God wants me to be... for him. The woman he need for me to be. The help mate God is calling me to be. Lord help me be that woman.<br /><br />faithfully His...<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-64723523314142949392010-03-17T17:54:00.014-05:002010-03-17T23:01:32.996-05:0020 Years Ago Today...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVt4H33qR0djHVY1NBi5oUFCHj_PNnMjoQKjjR8AE28CT38aLdZq2RtTYEmCPD-29r9zbuZxu32nxB9VxuMBK2c7CP4uqn1tisw8g1h6wL_E-m7VhN4bYjdEFPO0C3tL6LvUfE/s1600-h/Toti+Picture+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVt4H33qR0djHVY1NBi5oUFCHj_PNnMjoQKjjR8AE28CT38aLdZq2RtTYEmCPD-29r9zbuZxu32nxB9VxuMBK2c7CP4uqn1tisw8g1h6wL_E-m7VhN4bYjdEFPO0C3tL6LvUfE/s400/Toti+Picture+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449746220954896674" border="0" /></a><br />... My baby brother went on to be with our Heavenly Father. He was 19 years old. Not a day goes by that I don't think about him. One day, I will see him and his beautiful smile again. One day, I will hear his voice and laughter again. One day, I will feel his warm embrace, hug and kiss him again. I am looking forward to that One Day.<br /><br />When I think of him, I think of snap shot moments. Not sure why. In the movies, you see flashback in action, not in snap shot moments. I wish I could think of him that way. Sometimes I do, but most of the time it's just fragments of moments. :(<br /><br />In past posts, I've shared different things about him. I think today I will share 20 things I remember about him. They'll be in random order. Mainly because that's the way my brain works. One thought leads to another. So I'll just go with my brain flow. :) Sorry about that.<br /><br />* When he was born, children weren't allowed up in the hospital room, unless they were patients. So the very first time my sister and I got to see him, was from my mom's hospital bedroom window. Even though we could hardly see him. We thought he was the most beautiful, cutest baby EVER!<br /><br />* The home we mostly grew up in had granite floor. So he was allowed to ride his little Red Ryder tricycle around our home. He use to pretend he was a policeman. He had a little notebook and a pen. Even though he didn't know how to write (he was only 3 or 4 yrs old), he would give us tickets for "infractions". LOL! The infractions were anything from, not allowing him to come into our bedroom to not doing what he wanted us to do. LOL! Is that cute or what?! LOL!<br /><br />* My dad use to keep his motorcycle inside our home, but in the florida room. I guess now, they would call that the sunroom. Well, no one was allowed to sit on the bike unless my dad was there. We all loved my dad's motorcycle. But my brother adored it. We would always want to sit on it. So against my dad's wishes, I would occasionally carry him and sit him on the motorcycle. I would also put the helmet on. He looked soooooo cute! Looking back, I realize how dangerous that really was. His guardian angel was always kept busy!<br /><br />* One time I was really upset with my sister. I can't remember why, but I was. So I told my brother to pee on her. He was little (2 yrs old). Well, he peed on her. He laughed and I laughed. My sister cried and screamed. Boy did I get in trouble! And rightly so. That was wrong on so many levels.<br /><br />* To my sister and I, he was our baby doll. We would pick his outfits and dress him up. One day we decided to put some of our mom's make up on him. We couldn't do anything with his hair cause my mom always kept his hair short. Needless to say, we got into trouble for that one too. My mom thought he looked cute, but my dad did not like it! You know how Cuban Machos are. LOL! I LOVE MY DAD!<br /><br />* During the summer time, he use to work as a lifeguard at a local pool. He once had to dive in and rescue a little girl that was drowning. He said that was the most frightening and awesome thing ever. Frightening because the little girl's life was in his hands. Awesome because he helped someone in distress. He LOVED helping others.<br /><br />* He ALWAYS LOVED the ladies. Even when he was a little boy. When he was little, he use to chase the girls around the playground and try to kiss them. I'm sure he would get in trouble today if he did that. But I must add, that he wasn't the only one that did the chasing. I remember him being chased quite often.<br /><br />* When he would come to visit us at our Castello, we would have movie marathon nights. Sometimes it was James Bond marathons. Other times it would be Star Wars marathons. Yet other times it would be Clint Eastwood night. Yes, we LOVE action movies.<br /><br />* Once when we were watching a movie, he was laying on the floor. While I was laying on the couch. My leg was dangling over the couch. He happen to touch it and said, "Ummm, Lady G, don't you think it's about time you shaved?!" LOL! Yep, he wasn't one to hold things back. I LOVED his sense of humor.<br /><br />* When he was stationed at Fort Bragg, NC, he decided one day to ride his motorcycle all the way back home... to Miami, Florida! At the time we lived in Orlando. So he made a pit stop at our home. Did I mention that his bike was a racing bike and not a cruising bike? Well now you know. It was not a comfy ride. For the return trip, he decided to fly back and have his bike shipped. LOL! Lesson learned at the tender age of 18. LOL!<br /><br />* For my 15th birthday, my parents had a big celebration. For Latins, turning 15 is like turning 16 for Americans. That night, all eyes were on my brother. Why? Because he was a natural at dancing, among other things. He danced his little heart out! He stole the show and I didn't care. He was my brother and I LOVED him.<br /><br />* When he was in elementary school he befriended three brothers who were new to this country. They were from Vietnam. My brother was their only friend. No one else wanted anything to do with them because they were different and ate different food. But my brother didn't care. They would often come to our house and play. I can still remember how they laughed and played, even though there was a language barrier.<br /><br />* Sometimes when he and my sister would come to visit, we'd watch tv lying in my bed.<br /><br />* When he started to grow hair under his arm pit, he didn't want to dry his arm pit after his showers. When we asked him why, he said he didn't want the hairs to fall off. Got to love the innocence of a child.<br /><br />* His military buddies nicknamed him, The Outlaw. I once asked him why he was given that name. He told me, "You don't want to know." and he laughed. I never did find out. Guess I'll find out One Day when I see him again.<br /><br />* He LOVED visiting us and spending time with our Fair Maidens. Which he always referred to as "his girls".<br /><br />* I went into labor with Daughter of the King on February 13. When he found out, he kept telling me to hold her in. LOL! He wanted her to be born on February 14, Valentine's Day. He got to see pictures of her. But he never got to actually meet her or hold her. He passed away when she was 4 weeks old.<br /><br />* On another visit, my brother, his girlfriend, my sister and I, decided to go to the mall. My Knight stayed home with our Fair Maidens. We left right as the mall was closing. He decided to drive. My sister told him to drive forward instead of backing out of the parking space. Well, turns out, there was one of those yellow (or white) concrete things that don't allow the car to go forward. But our front wheels did happen to make it over. The only problem is, the car got stuck. We couldn't drive forward or backward! Even though our dad knew everything about cars and how to fix them, my brother never learned anything about cars. Well, except makes and models. LOL! So we called... my Knight! He came to our rescue. But while we waited for him. We ended up have a "photo shoot". Boy did we have fun. Those pictures were always kept TOP SECRET! LOL! When he passed away, we put the pictures with him. To this day, my sister and I still laugh about that night.<br /><br />* When we were younger, occasionally on the weekends, our family would get together with other family members and some old family friends. One of the families had a large backyard and a pool. On one of our gatherings, my brother was so excited that he ran and jumped in the pool. But the water was so cold, that it shocked him and he started to drown. My uncle had seen what happened and ran to rescue him. He became an expert swimmer after that.<br /><br />* I was one week shy of turning 19 when I got married. My brother was 7 years younger than me. So he was 12 when I got married. My Knight was in the Army. So when we got married not only was I moving from home. I was moving to another state. As my Knight and I were getting in our car, my brother came running to me... crying. "I don't want you to go. Take me with you". He stood there as we drove off. He never saw my tears. I can still see him... standing there, crying...<br /><br />I can honestly say I have no regrets about how I treated my brother when he was here with us. I KNOW that he knew that he was loved and cherished. I only wish that others would make the most of their time, with the ones they love. No one knows how much time we have left. Don't take it for granted...<br /><br />For now, I am waiting for One Day.<br /><br />faithfully His...<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-62634268385773313052010-03-16T12:24:00.025-05:002010-03-18T10:07:11.451-05:00Missed Me?Lots has happened since I last wrote. I'm not even sure where to begin. Since so much has happened, I think I'll just start fresh. I'll just share what going on now. :)<br /><br />Yesterday, The Warrior was given the ok to play sports again. He is to wear his ankle brace for one more month while playing. After that, he's good to go. A week before Christmas, he fractured his fibula and tibia. It was a nasty fracture.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HR6RT8_gO1EolJ6WZHXpZaZ7rJb30JmZIoImeixEt1IWFLgi35M1FqeMngZxqb6ghyphenhyphenSMGQPYMiYHyF0riVKBbbRCPb2-pz7tcRpFWTwhLWz7Dwkx2aAhewJxY-c5jBvn7wNp/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5HR6RT8_gO1EolJ6WZHXpZaZ7rJb30JmZIoImeixEt1IWFLgi35M1FqeMngZxqb6ghyphenhyphenSMGQPYMiYHyF0riVKBbbRCPb2-pz7tcRpFWTwhLWz7Dwkx2aAhewJxY-c5jBvn7wNp/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449401828115546226" border="0" /></a><br />Since he had cuts and abrasions, they put his leg in a soft cast. That way his cuts would heal quicker without getting infected.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6HhpGHSs53Ih9Hu2o9HXLTgrxpy2ZzR6wMFVDT8GX4fFmN7Ut3SmY3VJC5XJA5T71yGWxLXRXM46UfhAPS5lQh7LcftYg0EdRZkViJeiL6Inmh0Vns5hPDOM5yIgs-5W89yn/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6HhpGHSs53Ih9Hu2o9HXLTgrxpy2ZzR6wMFVDT8GX4fFmN7Ut3SmY3VJC5XJA5T71yGWxLXRXM46UfhAPS5lQh7LcftYg0EdRZkViJeiL6Inmh0Vns5hPDOM5yIgs-5W89yn/s400/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449401820635047026" border="0" /></a><br />Yep, it's swollen.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7UA4UpEftKH1bydiwHyzPuqgx8acxb-d8u61m3zvWQrTkyKLgdIRz0B5WKZcNIT9NHUiSBWDqNZTQIBg1FXPqb9WPA06JLMDqLW7W9l6h5tlReV_1CQ4XIRqGlv5w9iUaA60/s1600-h/IMG_0240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY7UA4UpEftKH1bydiwHyzPuqgx8acxb-d8u61m3zvWQrTkyKLgdIRz0B5WKZcNIT9NHUiSBWDqNZTQIBg1FXPqb9WPA06JLMDqLW7W9l6h5tlReV_1CQ4XIRqGlv5w9iUaA60/s400/IMG_0240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449434608330765618" border="0" /></a><br />So his time was spent on the couch or in bed. He was under strict orders to keep off his foot. He didn't get a hard cast on until mid January. He kept the hard cast on for 8 weeks. After that he was given a hard boot. After the hard boot, he was given the ankle brace.<br /><br />Since he's been recovering, that means we haven't been making any trips to and from the baseball fields. Which feels really strange. Because he's been playing baseball since he was 5! I wonder what God has in store for him now. Whatever it is, I know The Warrior will rise to the occasion.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlJThhXJnndJ7q8MK3-7vu5Rsn81uVP7mstqjWkzg52FEESMKI4JnPBcvlOfQi13hX0cD9paoB8dEpkA8hS-QsLTJugPLmR_46xLBzTd2c81VEkYcuLzAQ6g8knyjkIdkGElI/s1600-h/IMG_7076.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGlJThhXJnndJ7q8MK3-7vu5Rsn81uVP7mstqjWkzg52FEESMKI4JnPBcvlOfQi13hX0cD9paoB8dEpkA8hS-QsLTJugPLmR_46xLBzTd2c81VEkYcuLzAQ6g8knyjkIdkGElI/s400/IMG_7076.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449441355121895666" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe is now 16! Hard to believe that my baby is 16! Time sure has flown. He's in the 10th grade and we are still homeschooling. He's always wanted to play baseball for our local public high school. But since the athletic association is considering him a "transfer" student, because he was enrolled in a private school last year, he is ineligible to play for one year. The private school he was enrolled with didn't even have an athletic department. They offered no sports at all. Which means he should be eligible to play. Urgh! This has caused him much heart ache. So for now, he is not playing baseball either. :( He is devoting his time his studies, playing the guitar and the piano. Which by the way, he's learning to play on his own. He's such a talented young man. He has already told us that his goal is to attend West Point.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IZFmzUiFuIiqeQlVdXOHmox3p9PMTk3eeXFUAaez3ZQJAudWmGIdk8kVrw3jUCV2LCD_2KCGMYAldY2XBkhpXw4MrQMgeVZirMb6fMxMtI96mwJUFVlN-8UimfEpcLI2ev7q/s1600-h/IMG_6686.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3IZFmzUiFuIiqeQlVdXOHmox3p9PMTk3eeXFUAaez3ZQJAudWmGIdk8kVrw3jUCV2LCD_2KCGMYAldY2XBkhpXw4MrQMgeVZirMb6fMxMtI96mwJUFVlN-8UimfEpcLI2ev7q/s400/IMG_6686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449447611995911682" border="0" /></a><br />Daughter of the King is now 20! My baby girl has grown in a blink of an eye. *sniffle... sniffle... wiping a tear* She's so busy with school and is doing a great job. One morning a week she works as a child care provider at our church for the women's bible study group. She loves being with the little ones. On one of the other days, she helps in the quilting ministry. She really enjoys making quilts and being around the quilting ladies. They love her too, but what's not to love?! :) After quilting, she goes and babysits a little girl from our church. She always takes an activity to do with her. She certainly knows how to have fun with the little ones. Softball season has started again and she's decided to play. I sure do love cheering her on. I'm so proud of my Fair Maiden.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBL7Cfj4GL8ejI55PcdBzPYWSvB9yHozlMnvcO-6gVMLJsYqHx2rI4J4LNplQ1-hmBMZR1A-_eKoYNNlFWL0XQS2Alq57XsKRnYsZsMT2RVltfqEySzWfymKYe0faRPboMEyxJ/s1600-h/IMG_6361.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBL7Cfj4GL8ejI55PcdBzPYWSvB9yHozlMnvcO-6gVMLJsYqHx2rI4J4LNplQ1-hmBMZR1A-_eKoYNNlFWL0XQS2Alq57XsKRnYsZsMT2RVltfqEySzWfymKYe0faRPboMEyxJ/s400/IMG_6361.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449452971937987938" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters is officially legal now... she's 21! HOW CAN THAT BE?!?!? She was born just yesterday! She is BIG TIME busy with her senior project. We don't get to see her much. :( She'll be graduating in April or May. Can't remember when the semester is over. I know, what kind of mother am I?! I'm so very proud of her. She's been on the Dean's List since she started college. I don't know if she remembers this, but when she was younger, I thought she was dyslexic. So I took her to get evaluated. Well, she wasn't dyslexic. She outgrew the writing "problem" I thought she had. LOL! Turns out she was gifted! Who knew?! (I did) Her IQ was 139. (I didn't know that!) Good thing we homeschooled. She had the freedom to learn and grow without bounderies. She has always left me in awe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4rO6hro7v_rrg_AKb73SKsR5nMziC0QuNY_1rQcV5XlZKWpvABzsJd_v0LAq1Oca0B1sA_DCoqYaOxbKV9vX8eVfVRZ8vVUMAG26BHZK-kN5Kp7I5Zrc3y7pqaw4SGdTnJ7B/s1600-h/IMG_6781.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl4rO6hro7v_rrg_AKb73SKsR5nMziC0QuNY_1rQcV5XlZKWpvABzsJd_v0LAq1Oca0B1sA_DCoqYaOxbKV9vX8eVfVRZ8vVUMAG26BHZK-kN5Kp7I5Zrc3y7pqaw4SGdTnJ7B/s400/IMG_6781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449458286770668370" border="0" /></a><br />Soaring Amongst The Clouds has met her Knight in shinning armor. The Gallant Knight has been courting our Fair Maiden since November. But they had a chance to observe each other during the summer when they would all go out in a group. I must confess. When she graduated from high school and moved up to the college/career Sunday School class, he was in that class too. He had been attending our church a lot longer than we have. So,we had seen him around church when he was younger, but their paths had never really crossed. Probably because he's 6 years older than she is. Any way, when she moved up to the college/career Sunday School class and I met him, I knew he was the one for her. I knew they were perfect for each other. For fear of rebellion, I didn't mention it. God has a way of always making things work out. :)<br /><br />She's studying education. Since she's in her senior year, she's interning at one of the local elementary schools. First half of the semester, she worked with one of the kindergarten class. She LOVED it. Now that they are in the second half of the semester, she's working with one of the 5th grade class. She's enjoying that too. I'm so very proud of her. She's so smart and creative. She's going to be a great teacher!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6aT-7_3Haqyup5bZopj_ejD-mSqEOMEPooa_SataCBLjWPg0yFhsX4aDJfB_RJK-mV9LYXc8fp2UCkt9ypWydoiwSYNxarjFn5bb1I7N_bO6uNaNSwQ3NNk_Kij4Q_cO5wUa/s1600-h/IMG_6312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT6aT-7_3Haqyup5bZopj_ejD-mSqEOMEPooa_SataCBLjWPg0yFhsX4aDJfB_RJK-mV9LYXc8fp2UCkt9ypWydoiwSYNxarjFn5bb1I7N_bO6uNaNSwQ3NNk_Kij4Q_cO5wUa/s400/IMG_6312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449990096333876498" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"></span>My Knight and I are doing great. This year he celebrated 20+ years working for the same company. It was awesome to see that others have been there for 30, 35 and 40+ years. He loves working there and he really loves what he does. He's been busy umping baseball games on the weekends. Why? Cause we are working hard on trying to get out of debt. He's reading a book by <a href="http://www.daveramsey.com/">Dave Ramsey</a> and we've also watched some of his dvd's. We've tried different ways and nothing really seemed to help. But his ideas are soooooo doable! In a matter of months, we are almost done paying off one of our two cards! YAY!!!! I've never been this excited about budgeting! I've always struggled with sticking to a budget. But this is really working! :) I'm so hopeful!<br /><br />As for me. I'm just cruising along. Doing what I need to do. Being who I need to be. I'm seriously contemplating whether to take my sister's offer of going to Italy with her. Out of all the places I've traveled to, Italy is my favorite. I would live there if I could. But my place is next to my Knight. Where he is, I will be. But taking a 13 day trip with my sister, her best friend and her sister is really appealing. What to do, what to do?!?! I'll just continue to pray about it...<br /><br />faithfully His...<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-38027004138572378452009-07-23T00:11:00.012-05:002009-07-31T00:16:25.875-05:00Go... Go... Go!It has been non-stop since my last entry. I haven't really had the chance to sit and share what the dwellers of the Castello have been up to. But I must admit, that what spare time I have had, I've spent it on... Facebook. I think it's time fore me to say, "Hi, my name is Lady G and I'm a Facebook addict." Is there a support group for Facebook addicts?<br /><br />Well, I don't have many pictures to share. Mainly cause I'm spending most of my time in the car driving here and there. But I will share what I do have...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCOUjQdTCwMY5TK-I8B1xquCZXxx_dcF5_za9N8tQdDRKz0-PSohZGDyGInuW3q2NEC5coe42icShQ7lft6LBMvmh-eqdOBi1MXuu5G3q8WMWcbMApflaZ6nzUi6fYxqluD0C/s1600-h/IMG_2248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 335px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTCOUjQdTCwMY5TK-I8B1xquCZXxx_dcF5_za9N8tQdDRKz0-PSohZGDyGInuW3q2NEC5coe42icShQ7lft6LBMvmh-eqdOBi1MXuu5G3q8WMWcbMApflaZ6nzUi6fYxqluD0C/s400/IMG_2248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364485185940224642" border="0" /></a>Our Fair Maidens got back this past weekend from their mission trip. The went with World Changers to Brunswick, Georgia. They were blessed beyond measures as they were busy doing what God led them to do. We aren't sure how this happened, but Soaring Amongst The Clouds and Still Waters assigned to the same crew. Daughter of the King enede up not having anyone from our church group in her crew. Even so, they all enjoyed what they did. The crew they were assigned to worked on a home that was in much need for the roof to be repaired. In fact the home that Soaring Amongst The Clouds and Still Waters worked on, needed the trusses to be replaced. Then they replaced the roof and put new shingles. Both homes that our Fair Maiden's worked on needed the outside to be painted, lots of yard work and cleaning up the yards. I couldn't help but cry as I heard they stories they shared. I hope they take the time to write and entry about their trip. I know that you will be blessed by their stories, I was.<br /><br />While on the trip, Soaring Amongst The Clouds got dehydrated. She was pretty bad off. They ended up giving her 2 bags of fluid. But trooper that she was, she was back to work the next day. I tell you, our Fair Maidens are young ladies that look delicate. But they are tough young ladies. God was watching over them and He took care of them.<br /><br />The day after they got back, Daughter of the King came down with the flu. Praise the Lord it wasn't the swine flu! But none the less, it was the flu. She was feeling miserable! I wanted so bad to take a picture, but I knew she would KILL me (even though she didn't have the strength!) if I even got near my camera. My poor baby girl is still recovering as I write this.<br /><br />Still Waters got her 4 wisdom teeth extracted yesterday. Needless to say, I'm still not allowed near my camera. :( My poor baby girl's cheeks are swollen. But praise the Lord she's not having pain. She feels sore, which is expected. The surgeon prescribed some good meds. :) I did make some chicken soup (for her and Daughter of the King) and they've been eating that. It seems to help. She's also putting ice packs on he cheeks and that's helping too. I've also had her put some arnica on her swollen little cheeks. I know it's old school, but hey, my Abuela Caky always had us use that for just about everything. It really does work!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEQpHIO3Ao-ucHB5ICg77DeEAuzREYCou_8oUEAy6RW0uGJI0LJpU6U9TtooPePRBEosIO2L7kCEMYkL9RTyEdpXifu5wVBE-pktwCCb48ItpwUKvfO3cGhXfNKlGuLF16sFk/s1600-h/IMG_1479.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcEQpHIO3Ao-ucHB5ICg77DeEAuzREYCou_8oUEAy6RW0uGJI0LJpU6U9TtooPePRBEosIO2L7kCEMYkL9RTyEdpXifu5wVBE-pktwCCb48ItpwUKvfO3cGhXfNKlGuLF16sFk/s400/IMG_1479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487910049013138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNk_j1ieQVxhEMekE2TYJaczRl7tJJXsHMFIop_OYknsjCCry7j7iqoD4heE6ZgRJo1WXX0_l2r9_2M2-oxjJMulK5rK3MSESHbbz4wSo_It8aHdlhx5e5Z6DJ9iFrYOyScMD/s1600-h/IMG_1485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNk_j1ieQVxhEMekE2TYJaczRl7tJJXsHMFIop_OYknsjCCry7j7iqoD4heE6ZgRJo1WXX0_l2r9_2M2-oxjJMulK5rK3MSESHbbz4wSo_It8aHdlhx5e5Z6DJ9iFrYOyScMD/s400/IMG_1485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364487910706521122" border="0" /></a><br />Remember how I said that The Warrior made the 11-12 yr. old All-Stars team? Well, they won! They are District (insert our area number here) Champs! This coming Saturday they'll be playing in the Sectionals. After that comes the State Championship. Then Reginals follow. After that... The Little League World Series at Williamsport! Yep, every little boy's dream! Oh, I forgot to mention that when they won the District Championship, they were UNDEFEATED!!! They ten run rulled all the teams they played! Those little players played their little hearts out. Oh, what's even KEWELER is that since my Knight is the team manager, he said a prayer and a little devotion before every game. How AWESOME it that?! None of the players or their parents objected. God is good... ALL the time!<br /><br />As I'm writing this The Warrior has a 102.2 temp. I believe he has what Daughter of the King has. He doesn't want to miss the game this Saturday. I (we) would greatly appreciate it if you would pray for him. Not just him, but for ALL our children.<br /><br />G.I Joe will start packing tomorrow. He'll be going to (insert another state's name here) to an Academy. I really can't share to much about this right now. But I will when he gets back. He is really excited and so are we. We know that this is an awesome opportunity for him to learn and grow. He'll be rooming with a friend. I can't wait to see what God has in store for him while he's gone. Please pray for him as the Lord leads you to. Thank you. :) I will update this the day he leaves and I will add a picture of his departure. :)<br /><br />As for me, I am heavyhearted. My sister in Christ is dealing with the tragic loss of her soul mate. She is having to explain to their 6 yr old, things that he shouldn't have to deal with at his tender age. My heart aches for them. I am finding myself hugging my loved ones a little tighter and saying, "I love you" more often.<br /><br />Thoughts of my brother Toots and my Abuela Caky keep raising through my mind. I miss them terribly. My Abuela taught me so much. When I first got married, she was the one I called for cooking tips. Our phone bill was astronomical! Considering I was first calling her from Louisiana and she lived in Florida. Then we were stationed in Germany! She is the wisest woman I have ever known. I'm thankful that she knew that I loved her and she new how very important she was to me. My Toots was the brother all girls wished they had. He was my sunshine. Just being around him one couldn't help but feel at ease. He had such charisma and charm. What makes it a bittersweet for me is that my precious G.I. Joe is the spitting image of my Toots. Not just in looks, but "how" he is, how he acts. They way he says things, his humore, his outlook on things. There are times, that my eyes just well up at the thought, "My Toots would of loved being our Squires' uncle". He was already a wonderful uncle to our Fair Maidens. The thought that they are growing up without him... is sometimes unbearable. :(<br /><br />I have to keep reminding myself that God keeps His promises. His Word is true. I hold on to the hope that one day we will ALL be reunited. What a sweet reunion that will be. Until then... I hold on to His promise and remain faithful.<br /><br />Faithfully His...<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-28101486069724221872009-06-28T16:49:00.014-05:002009-06-28T19:58:22.142-05:00What's Going On?Well, let me tell you...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVE4cOzA3taQmqA-auL_mdUb4fCCbfS9V3BKTNUejFa7OFaiYffNv3y2yK6OdQ_NCF9xGdIfDYCf5d_wXlotBqwGBspU3_vkK-CiV2g48epb_HmX9BKIN4PUihiEM0kEquzDe/s1600-h/IMG_9778.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvVE4cOzA3taQmqA-auL_mdUb4fCCbfS9V3BKTNUejFa7OFaiYffNv3y2yK6OdQ_NCF9xGdIfDYCf5d_wXlotBqwGBspU3_vkK-CiV2g48epb_HmX9BKIN4PUihiEM0kEquzDe/s400/IMG_9778.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352532566073652786" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior made the All-Star 11-12 yr. old Little League Baseball team. WAY TO GO BABY!!! My Knight will be managing/coaching the team. We are THRILLED beyond words. This will be The Warrior's last chance to try to make it to The Little League World Series in Williamsport. He's very excited and is really enjoying getting to play with the other players. He's also loving the fact that "dad"is going to be there every step of the way. :) G.I. Joe has been helping out with the practices too. GREAT bonding going on with the three men in my life. What a blessing!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLblElr1GzVtughwec0-teGfphMx3E795F9W0Czf17whGNNwe8B3BUVObaY7WgrgCv5KIMJ4i22VZOWSkPBND-lRoW_NTtTWtYwlkoUnO4z6clfc4bO29Nq2DTE6nUYTa0q4Gd/s1600-h/Melina+surfing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLblElr1GzVtughwec0-teGfphMx3E795F9W0Czf17whGNNwe8B3BUVObaY7WgrgCv5KIMJ4i22VZOWSkPBND-lRoW_NTtTWtYwlkoUnO4z6clfc4bO29Nq2DTE6nUYTa0q4Gd/s400/Melina+surfing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352535117179940898" border="0" /></a><br />Soaring Amongst The Clouds has been busy learning to scuba dive and surf. What can I say, our children are adventurous! It's in the blood! I'm so proud of them! IF you'd like to see some of the picutres, head on out to her <a href="http://dreamingamongsttheclouds.blogspot.com/">blog</a>. She's LOVING it! She was taking a summer online class. It was a 12 week class. Well, she finished it in 6 weeks! Pretty focused and determined, huh?! She's enjoying her summer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSJHz75K8ZpTgqdR3KgSfhNzed_5-clLfY0wv45qMkdiCTuiJtiHhbTjxSCjurRVl3csPZcUx2dwpFf19aVHew-5R3Ehx_Kf7glgAlNVFQiH2eM0g-iMbpADNGEuQyffHvHwU/s1600-h/IMG_8214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPSJHz75K8ZpTgqdR3KgSfhNzed_5-clLfY0wv45qMkdiCTuiJtiHhbTjxSCjurRVl3csPZcUx2dwpFf19aVHew-5R3Ehx_Kf7glgAlNVFQiH2eM0g-iMbpADNGEuQyffHvHwU/s400/IMG_8214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352536994720809554" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters took a summer class also. Which happened to be very interesting. I can't remember the title of the class. But it had something to do with learning about Asian Religion. She had to attend a Buddhist ceremony. She had a hard time trying to find a Buddhist temple, but she found one. Did you know that women do not attend their services? Well, they don't. She was the ONLY female there. Needless to say she felt very uncomfortable and didn't stay for the entire ceremony. But she was able to gather some information and took some outside pictures of the temple. She didn't feel it was appropriate to take pictures inside. I hope she journals about it, because I think you would be very interested in seeing what she observed. You can check her <a href="http://stillwaters623.blogspot.com/">blog</a> out and see if she's updated it. She has also been very busy working in the Media Center at the U. She works 5 days a week. We really miss not seeing her throughout the day.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-p4s5qbfA-zYjWWD27t6o0xVx_TUi68Nbj2c1wqVdX7lZCQR_PUrrFc0LUT2oSuD9RC0GLd-oPDgsEhNi7SoKVFs29RVaR33i3Wr8e8ECuZq7CI5bSx3i_RzLmHxT1jgTMCb/s1600-h/Alex+surfing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-p4s5qbfA-zYjWWD27t6o0xVx_TUi68Nbj2c1wqVdX7lZCQR_PUrrFc0LUT2oSuD9RC0GLd-oPDgsEhNi7SoKVFs29RVaR33i3Wr8e8ECuZq7CI5bSx3i_RzLmHxT1jgTMCb/s400/Alex+surfing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352537357944313474" border="0" /></a><br />Daughter of the King has been quite busy. She has also taken up surfing. She's loving it too! Aside from that, she is working as a part-time nanny. Yep. Our nephew, The Constible and his wife, La Madre, needed help with their two little ones. Boo and Buttons are 2 yrs. old and 10 months old. La Madre is studying to get her real estate lisence. The Constible is the PR officer for the Sherrif's office and he's also a real estate agent. They are quite busy. So Daughter of the King helps them out 3 days a week. She's getting to spend some quality time with the wee ones and everyone's loving it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEJnuRSd5C5i9cCFwly1aWGtYT201Np7WLMNDusyeM8sbBZctxALHagiuGXqibqF_v6pLMF5ySSEjOywkR9GpjR9U2l70AH0R7STnnxIwHMRwNOPrZDMtcs1ztDNgt4AB3SVC/s1600-h/IMG_9694.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnEJnuRSd5C5i9cCFwly1aWGtYT201Np7WLMNDusyeM8sbBZctxALHagiuGXqibqF_v6pLMF5ySSEjOywkR9GpjR9U2l70AH0R7STnnxIwHMRwNOPrZDMtcs1ztDNgt4AB3SVC/s400/IMG_9694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352540481350078882" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe just got back from a baseball/mission trip. He had a wonderful time. The Coach of the school where he plays sports at, asked him if he wanted to partake in this mission trip. He was the only one from Florida that attended. The other young men were from Kansas, Mississippi and Georgia. The Coach go to go along too. They went to help a church set up for Vacation Bible School (VBS). The young men's main job was to canvas the local area and get the word out for the church's VBS. During the day they knocked on doors and talked to people or had the doors slammed in their faces. But they were all in good spirits. In total, they visited over 1000 homes in 4 days! At night, they played baseball games against local schools. They got to play 4 games. They won three of them. They were suppose to play 5, but one game got cancelled due to rain. Even so, they had an awesome trip. The organization they went with is called Operation Renewed Hope. They are talking about going to Panama or Domincan Republic next year. This is not new to them, they've been there before. When they visit other countries, they hold baseball camps, take medical supplies and share the gospel. The boys that attended this year, my G.I. Joe included, were new to this type of mission trip. G.I. Joe is very excited and can't wait!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9i9GBAcQUNBCOhsYsEr-Qn4CnhGRg27BmeV_WNYWYOkwVogK94jR52hgWX3hBxywglnVpji9ySBdzbsNoIhGPoGgDeZ0RxTBMTFeJfFk9jQeBHclTqCQlsq5tNH7XX732sDJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9i9GBAcQUNBCOhsYsEr-Qn4CnhGRg27BmeV_WNYWYOkwVogK94jR52hgWX3hBxywglnVpji9ySBdzbsNoIhGPoGgDeZ0RxTBMTFeJfFk9jQeBHclTqCQlsq5tNH7XX732sDJ4/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352540485536649858" border="0" /></a><br />We got to go see one of the baseball games cause it was only 2 1/2 hours away. So I was able to take... 300 pictures! :) It was good to see my G.I. Joe. We were all missing him terribly. This was his first trip alone. Well, he's been on mission trips before. But my Knight and the Fair Maidens have gone along with the group too. This was his first trip without any family along. One he got home, he did tell me that he had missed us all. Be still my heart...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZooNIFqeaUvoIVchQSKppF49d519yoVSkVLzMNtaXDz00-GURUOvBdP1wGLyZbPTxtZ2zWhbDjxhALFSUJy3Zj4YtU9Pg7U0qCkYAZjavrNdG7A0wJMIsvY83mXDfv4UQcVRJ/s1600-h/IMG_9806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZooNIFqeaUvoIVchQSKppF49d519yoVSkVLzMNtaXDz00-GURUOvBdP1wGLyZbPTxtZ2zWhbDjxhALFSUJy3Zj4YtU9Pg7U0qCkYAZjavrNdG7A0wJMIsvY83mXDfv4UQcVRJ/s400/IMG_9806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352547055094165970" border="0" /></a><br />My Knight took a week off. I would like to say it was a vacation, but it really wasn't. I guess it was a vacation "away" from work. LOL! It was wonderful to have him home with us. Except G.I. Joe wasn't home to enjoy it, but that's ok. He was blessing and being blessed where he was at. ;) Well, being that my Knight was on vacation, he decided to help the All-Star team get ready for the upcoming games. So, they had two practices a day! Yep.. 3hrs in the morning and 3 hrs in the evening. If you are from Florida, you can attest to what I'm about to share. It's been record HOT in the Sunshine State! These boys practiced their little hearts out and NEVER complained! In fact, they wanted to keep going! I kid you not!!! We were all amazed! The parents were ready to go home, but the players wanted to keep playing! Don't worry we are BIG into keeping hydrated! At every practice, we had a cooler full of iced water. They had plenty of water breaks too. On the last day of double practice some of the parents decided to eat out at Chili's. We had a great time. The team is really gelling. They really get along great. We are very hopeful. ;)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUuZpwG9kN0bm2Bmpcu0pN-YR-QeseSaY9xWZSyrdBe2j6qc1BghHVW0MqAl6bbhBp_67CWQ1CVmSMXXdIOe-KRjGFMlcsm-uixMqER0PHEFMbkNBTYNiTDR2leBpv3NQNaYm/s1600-h/IMG_0442.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuUuZpwG9kN0bm2Bmpcu0pN-YR-QeseSaY9xWZSyrdBe2j6qc1BghHVW0MqAl6bbhBp_67CWQ1CVmSMXXdIOe-KRjGFMlcsm-uixMqER0PHEFMbkNBTYNiTDR2leBpv3NQNaYm/s400/IMG_0442.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352543340122509906" border="0" /></a><br />My Knight and I celebrated our 27th wedding anniversary, on June 19. We have been married over half of our lives. I'm sooooooo awesomely blessed! I can't begin to share what a wonderful man my Knight is. I'm so thankful that God saw fit to bring the two of us together. God is good ... ALL the time.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4ZObiNhi835kd81-cpn2NHGl8KynwQnStaxNkytRTvMfLaiYWV_MorQgZqMgXtHPMpDdAv7t9LeXNvNbT_3o16DMwTDmTCzYw0az6F33b9ygeRrIhu8b3r25ejhb9JWeQ1O0/s1600-h/IMG_0418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr4ZObiNhi835kd81-cpn2NHGl8KynwQnStaxNkytRTvMfLaiYWV_MorQgZqMgXtHPMpDdAv7t9LeXNvNbT_3o16DMwTDmTCzYw0az6F33b9ygeRrIhu8b3r25ejhb9JWeQ1O0/s400/IMG_0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352545896760398866" border="0" /></a><br />I... am... officially... now.... 46!!!! WOOOOOOO HOOOOOOO!!!!!!! Yep, my Knight turned 46, two months and two days ago. So we are both 46. :) You know what?! 46 feels GREAT!!! I'm loving where I'm at right now. Things keep getting better! You know that story about the lady wanting to be buried with a fork? She told the pastor that when people asked why she had a fork, that he was to tell them, because dessert is always served last, so the best is yet to come. That's truly how I feel. Every step of the way, I've felt, "it can't get any better than this, this is good right now!" Well it has, and it keeps getting better and better. Life is good... cause God is good... ALL the time!<br /><br />Chosing to stay positive and see the good...<br />Lady G~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-39905942021253044312009-04-15T20:46:00.030-05:002009-04-22T20:09:33.212-05:00T.E.A. (Taxed Enough Already) Nationwide PartyWhere do I even begin for this entry?!?!?! Well, April 15th is Tax day here in the states. It's the day our taxes are due. Let me start off by saying that I have no problems paying taxes. I have an issue with the government tell me where and how to spend my money. Not only that, but my children's money too! <br /><br />I am registered as a Republican. But I don't consider my self a Republican, Democrat or a Liberal. I'm just a citizen of the US of A. I vote according to my believes and my views.<br /><br />Ok, back to what this entry is all about. Some US citizens have had enough (me and mine included). All across our nation, T.E.A (Taxed Enough Already) Parties were scheduled to take place. Some places even did a modern day tea dumping like they did in the original <a href="http://www.boston-tea-party.org/">Boston Tea Party in 1773</a>. <br /><br />We decided to participate in one of the T.E.A Parties. So we got busy and made some signs...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0T0W55WeiPhn1aixY0sgbd_A2eAcwc4d7x3BDeKegd4ACcirMmhMyLqqf2odgW2sKubsZzoigE0Ko2WeVkPwRPpCODyYwa96ld-MsnuIn5w78N-qByp4BEejlZfzfkV5-eVf/s1600-h/IMG_4485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB0T0W55WeiPhn1aixY0sgbd_A2eAcwc4d7x3BDeKegd4ACcirMmhMyLqqf2odgW2sKubsZzoigE0Ko2WeVkPwRPpCODyYwa96ld-MsnuIn5w78N-qByp4BEejlZfzfkV5-eVf/s400/IMG_4485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970282570898242" border="0" /></a><br />Being that Still Waters is the "artsy" one, she sketched out the letters....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WbzUeKJi8_qzVq7V1cxGaqGN9tsq_CXFQNdH2DlZh1C4YITvDmZblPhjerd9tdKDhUDhyphenhyphenAV7k6IFgv5QJvFlfPwJ5n02HFVU94BCYPrG_HhzR1sqVdzdrw0heIFCY7zxYFGr/s1600-h/IMG_4477.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7WbzUeKJi8_qzVq7V1cxGaqGN9tsq_CXFQNdH2DlZh1C4YITvDmZblPhjerd9tdKDhUDhyphenhyphenAV7k6IFgv5QJvFlfPwJ5n02HFVU94BCYPrG_HhzR1sqVdzdrw0heIFCY7zxYFGr/s400/IMG_4477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970275680307666" border="0" /></a><br />... for our signs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5hn9NQtfljaLvZ47-WVEME3zdWSOGw-4oyWKtElpJXAEpZYzlUERC4Dm9LYqi9cD9IvGCtz-Js_GiRk0vMnjwpQIaJrVULxwa4HW3YwKpN-YApraTaNVAvWmDtr-JgJgyvfl/s1600-h/IMG_4484.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh5hn9NQtfljaLvZ47-WVEME3zdWSOGw-4oyWKtElpJXAEpZYzlUERC4Dm9LYqi9cD9IvGCtz-Js_GiRk0vMnjwpQIaJrVULxwa4HW3YwKpN-YApraTaNVAvWmDtr-JgJgyvfl/s400/IMG_4484.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969143696763266" border="0" /></a><br />Each of us came up with what we wanted written on our signs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYht9oqMMhFfNSzYNkbyIN_cYMjX5_F-Tvviw5lslppd74jiqyJo0KBkUuHLafnHSaeQ1bdpfCwpVouCblk_mQhAQ0r7x6v3dIu5iq26nkfTkTQYBHzczeKrq4pz2x2liKu9u/s1600-h/IMG_4483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivYht9oqMMhFfNSzYNkbyIN_cYMjX5_F-Tvviw5lslppd74jiqyJo0KBkUuHLafnHSaeQ1bdpfCwpVouCblk_mQhAQ0r7x6v3dIu5iq26nkfTkTQYBHzczeKrq4pz2x2liKu9u/s400/IMG_4483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969140917841410" border="0" /></a><br />We each decorated...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzm4_0Bj5RVYYgUCgb4KjM9y1Ds-rxnbYYLk6_k8XVgree-0w1s4c2aihlBGnTjVuUUSscBrJy-j2m5l1v-lfqTAOai_TFFubANjg5uqlQfwAxSoGOviBE60qmcOzZ_XXXo7f/s1600-h/IMG_4480.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVzm4_0Bj5RVYYgUCgb4KjM9y1Ds-rxnbYYLk6_k8XVgree-0w1s4c2aihlBGnTjVuUUSscBrJy-j2m5l1v-lfqTAOai_TFFubANjg5uqlQfwAxSoGOviBE60qmcOzZ_XXXo7f/s400/IMG_4480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969135133784914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />... and colored our own sign.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqP0y6EzyuRmfh7WYoTfuf2qs28d85GbXO-WIttKEFga8sIG-nzrfzRfzsmuoeNfPS5pZmmYz5t4CYW90p52t-6abz4Ej_ruedGgwAHCYN7EzrQU4bDLgGiVdYt_uo6djACzF/s1600-h/IMG_4490.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqP0y6EzyuRmfh7WYoTfuf2qs28d85GbXO-WIttKEFga8sIG-nzrfzRfzsmuoeNfPS5pZmmYz5t4CYW90p52t-6abz4Ej_ruedGgwAHCYN7EzrQU4bDLgGiVdYt_uo6djACzF/s400/IMG_4490.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971450010318018" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior and G.I. Joe made this sign as a joke. At the gathering, they were going to be selling pork and tea for lunch.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFsggO0dq6yNfiD2wCUIBedbGDpt6ZhoWHZgpMJH16vSQu6G5k46LSHiB9xoHS4w587C00FdtRn6lhgNCDBx2fykttueRSx5XAhQB0I_xV3Dgu6hL_jz3zUojF6AyI2jvLCea/s1600-h/IMG_4489.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGFsggO0dq6yNfiD2wCUIBedbGDpt6ZhoWHZgpMJH16vSQu6G5k46LSHiB9xoHS4w587C00FdtRn6lhgNCDBx2fykttueRSx5XAhQB0I_xV3Dgu6hL_jz3zUojF6AyI2jvLCea/s400/IMG_4489.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971446826220066" border="0" /></a><br />I told them we could go to the Italian restaurant that was near by the gathering and have pizza for lunch. Hence their sign. LOL! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKOJerHsf8PzSukXQ5jqjhAXQwvAk4r1RqN6xrgsrz5ifWsWt8JQdVLC-SQWDH_DKKH465faA84cyCUfQBPH3613TtuHXlHeMjiFKFaBmhT9rcNgxzoyR91QXu0rf-lktxWCs/s1600-h/IMG_4493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMKOJerHsf8PzSukXQ5jqjhAXQwvAk4r1RqN6xrgsrz5ifWsWt8JQdVLC-SQWDH_DKKH465faA84cyCUfQBPH3613TtuHXlHeMjiFKFaBmhT9rcNgxzoyR91QXu0rf-lktxWCs/s400/IMG_4493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973071549580306" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters was loading up the car to head out to the University. Since she had classes, we decide to go to the T.E.A. Party close to her school, instead of the one that was held in our town. That way at least 5 out of the 7 dwellers of the Castello were able to take a stand together. G.I. Joe and The Warrior rode with her. They enjoy riding with her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKmwKJrufne-cxdsYt9fGaEHuJAq70xIGzfNEdwdtjlj5Op8KClGerB3mbc52L9a34tGhCbFUiERyfH0uivWJkmOdt3n2z1ue1mbZdmmjHXR4tZJp67WrmuTVXrYuCPCt9HXw/s1600-h/IMG_4494.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIKmwKJrufne-cxdsYt9fGaEHuJAq70xIGzfNEdwdtjlj5Op8KClGerB3mbc52L9a34tGhCbFUiERyfH0uivWJkmOdt3n2z1ue1mbZdmmjHXR4tZJp67WrmuTVXrYuCPCt9HXw/s400/IMG_4494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973075151499170" border="0" /></a><br />Soaring Amongst The Clouds rode with me. Daughter of the King had classes at the Alumni University, so she wasn't able to take a stand with us. My Knight had to work so he wasn't able to attend either. :o( But they were with us in spirit.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIWQ7RHoRe3xxuM4uPOOysP6GMWamSVSW7ohDpP6SdvYGOqVXQnQIMWR_Yi4DT7j84yOXUgKc7_QB5aSC28bZhHU3CDsPEqBBbzOWXnjq94XitpaNJj59c50-ikNGctMd1R4a/s1600-h/TEAParty+018_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHIWQ7RHoRe3xxuM4uPOOysP6GMWamSVSW7ohDpP6SdvYGOqVXQnQIMWR_Yi4DT7j84yOXUgKc7_QB5aSC28bZhHU3CDsPEqBBbzOWXnjq94XitpaNJj59c50-ikNGctMd1R4a/s400/TEAParty+018_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965879152390082" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe is the most outgoing one. So his sign fit him to a "T". LOL! His sign had two sides. The other side read, "Don't Tax Me Bro!". Yep, very him! LOL!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia725F1Gb__ChiOHYHzrVDhp5LYRMOOWIFCNhFNXxO0UN6NykO3vCjU0EEhfTgbeqhvgaq9iW63wsRqAQE8TTQXvJPIfTRIF4Y9jBIRl6vxQgbGfdVLo1g2Gnrza00Lz92usP7/s1600-h/IMG_4569.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia725F1Gb__ChiOHYHzrVDhp5LYRMOOWIFCNhFNXxO0UN6NykO3vCjU0EEhfTgbeqhvgaq9iW63wsRqAQE8TTQXvJPIfTRIF4Y9jBIRl6vxQgbGfdVLo1g2Gnrza00Lz92usP7/s400/IMG_4569.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326976635462978226" border="0" /></a><br />Four dwellers of the Castello taking a stand for what they believe in. I'm so proud of them.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRFUbBC8elcjQFpvCtX_lFuziq49qO4SE7XlCJalpfdM5Wh02wTOB0UjCpUvgz68brito3cStkv74WVS8uQPT5gov_MfZIHLrlerkT-vO1BTl02qYg9xZ1Oltob_HM4y01ssQ/s1600-h/TEAParty+030_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLRFUbBC8elcjQFpvCtX_lFuziq49qO4SE7XlCJalpfdM5Wh02wTOB0UjCpUvgz68brito3cStkv74WVS8uQPT5gov_MfZIHLrlerkT-vO1BTl02qYg9xZ1Oltob_HM4y01ssQ/s400/TEAParty+030_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327601478912728802" border="0" /></a><br />Some of the pictures were taken by Still Waters. I'm ashamed to say that I did not take individual pictures of my children. :o( I was so caught up in the moment, that I took plenty of pictures of everything else and group pictures of my children, but none of them individually. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYnKemOGUgY8SsKijOAERxMLZkGYG72ydHNzAS7mTFOT5X_Dcck4HC-auuIV8Ead3wwpOTiUIKyswP5-XppWH60YecxoTv8yMO6c3h45lPpWZtsJArQp6a3s1G0GqLYfzH51k/s1600-h/IMG_4577.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiYnKemOGUgY8SsKijOAERxMLZkGYG72ydHNzAS7mTFOT5X_Dcck4HC-auuIV8Ead3wwpOTiUIKyswP5-XppWH60YecxoTv8yMO6c3h45lPpWZtsJArQp6a3s1G0GqLYfzH51k/s400/IMG_4577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327608665453089618" border="0" /></a><br />I love quotes. I specially love quotes from Thomas Jefferson! So I was very pleased to see some of his quotes on signs. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUB1WDa4xa1laYFbti3xFE3IESQfxgrT12AqjBk2ErKz8166o5nEXNiWKar5M6MlnLZkjwvpqjUr2r6oOKIy8ezwZOwYOQs4hdiDEwB9Qk_GnT4fOVpFaKgBJC-UAagDRTZpND/s1600-h/IMG_4579.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUB1WDa4xa1laYFbti3xFE3IESQfxgrT12AqjBk2ErKz8166o5nEXNiWKar5M6MlnLZkjwvpqjUr2r6oOKIy8ezwZOwYOQs4hdiDEwB9Qk_GnT4fOVpFaKgBJC-UAagDRTZpND/s400/IMG_4579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326976648240901794" border="0" /></a><br />There were quite a few opposing "change" signs.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J2a98T8BTdQkNJsdBZay9ZkI8AjXtEyzhHVIRR-VLwU8LOSwvxR6GV4uZfs8z-qpDSp0HR1W6ulrimp0l1PLFoUfkiHHrlpqxuOh-PrgGpGj1p9MWvO7KSiMc0saUoiDEyAY/s1600-h/IMG_4574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0J2a98T8BTdQkNJsdBZay9ZkI8AjXtEyzhHVIRR-VLwU8LOSwvxR6GV4uZfs8z-qpDSp0HR1W6ulrimp0l1PLFoUfkiHHrlpqxuOh-PrgGpGj1p9MWvO7KSiMc0saUoiDEyAY/s400/IMG_4574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326976641821915858" border="0" /></a><br />LOTS of <a href="http://www.fairtax.org/site/PageServer">Fair Tax</a> signs. I personally don't know much about this proposal. I have to check it out and see what it's all about. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5OMXEqDXYZr8yfgPbQ95tG9OyMOKsMWLz5IvgpdH0cH2Q54b53znis2GMvXxyh938ynoGwC9Zz0ueBfQ7IYOXPt7TftV__XUBoSgjVJvgPsNHGpobrm8aBaw-HBHzWIUlFZF/s1600-h/IMG_4571.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij5OMXEqDXYZr8yfgPbQ95tG9OyMOKsMWLz5IvgpdH0cH2Q54b53znis2GMvXxyh938ynoGwC9Zz0ueBfQ7IYOXPt7TftV__XUBoSgjVJvgPsNHGpobrm8aBaw-HBHzWIUlFZF/s400/IMG_4571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326976638153370946" border="0" /></a><br />There were people of all ages, walks of life and nationalities taking a stand for what they believed. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_eJpvgacKJRSsa3hM4QsEFsyHl8ft2sUZbv3BHwNfpn3hUcCNHmgIeb8b9t3Z4oZQNb_JOIoUguDVokxYh7k9J4HGoYTQbuNqrKFKxLqHXklYISguT9FZ8RrwjSBwuLN12O9I/s1600-h/IMG_4589.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_eJpvgacKJRSsa3hM4QsEFsyHl8ft2sUZbv3BHwNfpn3hUcCNHmgIeb8b9t3Z4oZQNb_JOIoUguDVokxYh7k9J4HGoYTQbuNqrKFKxLqHXklYISguT9FZ8RrwjSBwuLN12O9I/s400/IMG_4589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327601493922407282" border="0" /></a><br />This was probably one of my favorites. :o) I wanted my sign to read, "I'll Keep My Guns, Freedom & Money, You Can Keep The "Change". But I wasn't sure what to expect once we got to the gathering. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1HzmVm7kB6lajKxU8nQF62vvx1xDgdmGpfI58WOvypo0jMuld2LDh52I3GeddTv1lIFbMY4z4wNFi5yCowcuuDN5aaaoubr5kZzvWFFHfwuup70pUcqXll1PYJqtWo-HW4oz/s1600-h/IMG_4693.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1HzmVm7kB6lajKxU8nQF62vvx1xDgdmGpfI58WOvypo0jMuld2LDh52I3GeddTv1lIFbMY4z4wNFi5yCowcuuDN5aaaoubr5kZzvWFFHfwuup70pUcqXll1PYJqtWo-HW4oz/s400/IMG_4693.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327604587959068130" border="0" /></a><br />Let me just say, it's not an Obama issue. We aren't in this mess because of him. We aren't in this mess because of President Bush either. We are in this mess because things have been getting out of hand for years! It can not continue! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjie_k3Ta400zSd_pGigQ9OKCxInkyJIyFoAMEumc7D546lZUm9ldBwLj7RdgG0RKruSV6pYhfWh77_EJ0fj40DCd44-3sd5Eic7Pe5Ob2t3Ij85WxffT4Jetxa9qFfJRWsKRgw/s1600-h/IMG_4676.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjie_k3Ta400zSd_pGigQ9OKCxInkyJIyFoAMEumc7D546lZUm9ldBwLj7RdgG0RKruSV6pYhfWh77_EJ0fj40DCd44-3sd5Eic7Pe5Ob2t3Ij85WxffT4Jetxa9qFfJRWsKRgw/s400/IMG_4676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327604583929861042" border="0" /></a><br />LOVED this one too!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyW8Jjoy__BWt2lC-X6DndBj0ylsYGQYuwi-3UHPyNETYfQSpw0P8OJtRGV0SOa7jkrZGJMbELsSnuzkHolBatf3-gihlm7bWbDJBOwmK7bXlaA65E57X3c7Fd00hLrUqysCq5/s1600-h/IMG_4662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyW8Jjoy__BWt2lC-X6DndBj0ylsYGQYuwi-3UHPyNETYfQSpw0P8OJtRGV0SOa7jkrZGJMbELsSnuzkHolBatf3-gihlm7bWbDJBOwmK7bXlaA65E57X3c7Fd00hLrUqysCq5/s400/IMG_4662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327604581442269506" border="0" /></a><br />I LOVED this one too. THIS... has been forgotten. We need to remember how this country was founded and why. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFmrSA-oMxHUs2iePVK3_KY0dlJ6n6fXPIUTq5KhUAGJE7H9NvY3YhvBOJI2BBTrrHPhqYPO50RfL08rvBc4uIjHRMZNegLq_GJkS_jJL3cDdMP46286OdEozkZLkw5MiWp8B/s1600-h/IMG_4583.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtFmrSA-oMxHUs2iePVK3_KY0dlJ6n6fXPIUTq5KhUAGJE7H9NvY3YhvBOJI2BBTrrHPhqYPO50RfL08rvBc4uIjHRMZNegLq_GJkS_jJL3cDdMP46286OdEozkZLkw5MiWp8B/s400/IMG_4583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327604573882466050" border="0" /></a><br />A quote by one of my favorite presidents. Honest Abe is my favorite. Ronald Reagan is my second favorite.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYp_d2fy2q8ckDdXbbL7AaeGiWFLBixQlV33HJSfhnTrB4yxrxWXcqVrRWHeiaIIxpLUNX2VXAOdLFiEFggpgxS0HZnhVvMDFFcBVaG2Z4cyhsHwSrSZbUsTrZQw3YUaNwdWX/s1600-h/IMG_4705.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhYp_d2fy2q8ckDdXbbL7AaeGiWFLBixQlV33HJSfhnTrB4yxrxWXcqVrRWHeiaIIxpLUNX2VXAOdLFiEFggpgxS0HZnhVvMDFFcBVaG2Z4cyhsHwSrSZbUsTrZQw3YUaNwdWX/s400/IMG_4705.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327606751456851154" border="0" /></a><br />There aren't that many things made in the USA any more. :o( But I do try to buy American made items as much as possible. I also like to support small local business as much as possible. Keep as much cash in our community as we can. Supporting our local Farmer's Market too. ;o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyeII92NrGXmtlQYxfL-U0GTbLPKjrH_HH_JNQbElNHnOHAMvgf0Esf87v5ehEOQSTD5WeWxW4UX8fIZhszxwQCvIgqqrh_0xqZ8mxNG0ky85HSoeZ3T1J0ox0wMbhkTj2q2i/s1600-h/TEAParty+037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXyeII92NrGXmtlQYxfL-U0GTbLPKjrH_HH_JNQbElNHnOHAMvgf0Esf87v5ehEOQSTD5WeWxW4UX8fIZhszxwQCvIgqqrh_0xqZ8mxNG0ky85HSoeZ3T1J0ox0wMbhkTj2q2i/s400/TEAParty+037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327601482903232418" border="0" /></a><br />My famiy and I were having a great time. While I was walking around taking pictures. These two ladies approached my children. They started questioning/quizzing G.I. Joe. When I saw them talking to my children I got closer so I could hear what they were talking about. G.I. Joe was holding his own. But then she started getting a little more forceful. Mainly cause he wasn't giving in to her way of thinking. Our children have been taught to respect their elders and to be polite. At this time, I stepped in. Mama Bear came out with her claws, but with a smile. I spoke up and we went round and round. I was not attempting to change her mind, but she was certainly trying to get me to change mine. So I decided to end it and said, "I guess we'll have to agree to disagree." To wish she replied, "No, you'll just have to get more educated in the matter." In essence she was calling me stupid! That ruffled my feathers. But my response was, "I pray that you see the Light." <br /><br />I kept my composure. I kept thinking that my children were with me. I need to set an example. I'm a woman who loves and fears the Lord. What example am I setting as a Christ follower? Thinking all that helped me to stay the course. God is good... ALL the time!<br /><br />The T.E.A Party had some speakers who shared some testimony. One of the ladies was Cuban. She shared her story of how she came to the US. She shared about her life in Cuba. I cried. Made me think of all the stories my dad has shared through the years. We are so blessed to live in a FREE country. I know that we are not like Cuba or China. But we are starting to lose some of our freedom. And frankly... that TICKS ME OFF! Ok, I need to compose myself. Smile and be nice...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3mopdFSWnR8QrrWu5yqzB8tl1ZCJQiTp4NEVamcWWbPHxKvS2HLdNBoJ4DeuP7f0ZRCPO0LiI4-W7rH5_gNCP_eXAKQSZ8MMCtZB3s8rA2K3xZZbf7b7NtXIrjdCMX0LrAXK/s1600-h/TEAParty+081_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3mopdFSWnR8QrrWu5yqzB8tl1ZCJQiTp4NEVamcWWbPHxKvS2HLdNBoJ4DeuP7f0ZRCPO0LiI4-W7rH5_gNCP_eXAKQSZ8MMCtZB3s8rA2K3xZZbf7b7NtXIrjdCMX0LrAXK/s400/TEAParty+081_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326965890218527074" border="0" /></a><br />Once we were all hungry, we started walking towards the restaurant. As we were getting closer, a man came running out of the restaurant. He stopped us and asked if he could take our picture. This is the only group picture we have with all of us in it. <br /><br />We had a great lunch. My Squires and I had ordered a large cheese pizza. Soaring Amongst The Clouds and Still Waters shared a pepperoni and sausage calzone. Let me tell you... the food was DELISH!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4syTP3o7XvAjG7P1IV9alpVYE3QnriIdTPDBHA0vHrO7oa8C0lOeiVpP0Y_tNu_keNokKqDgDYDG5NNf10e7OPV9Q5OJUv7-qY_1FHDM9srl53-dMTcYkKt08KMujNfZkKYXC/s1600-h/TEAParty+086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4syTP3o7XvAjG7P1IV9alpVYE3QnriIdTPDBHA0vHrO7oa8C0lOeiVpP0Y_tNu_keNokKqDgDYDG5NNf10e7OPV9Q5OJUv7-qY_1FHDM9srl53-dMTcYkKt08KMujNfZkKYXC/s400/TEAParty+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327601488862568626" border="0" /></a><br />The Squires having some fun. We had bought 2 1liter drinks. We only drank one, so we took the other one home. Looking at this picture, I realized they dressed alike. LOL! Granted the kaki shorts are a different shade, but they are still kaki. The print on their t-shirts are different too, but they both wore dark blue shirts. LOL! Great minds think alike. ;o)<br /><br />All in all we had a great day. It was inspiring to have our family together standing up for what we each believe in. I wish my Knight and Daughter of the King would of been able to partake with us. Well, maybe for the next one. Which I hear through the grapevine, will be held on the 4th of July! Imagine that! How FANTABULOUS is that going to be?!!!!Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-89002036875356420902009-04-13T20:54:00.039-05:002009-04-18T22:53:26.050-05:00Pictures, Lots Of Them And More!I have to admit, that I have been to lazy to post entries on my blog. Most of my family and friends are on facebook. So, I've been updating that daily. Sharing photos and seeing how everyone I know and care about is doing. But honestly, it's the not same as keeping a journal.<br /><br />By keeping this online journal, I'm able to share my pictures. Not only that but my ideas, my views, what I think and my heart. When others read this, it might make someone laugh. It might make someone think, "Hey, I don't have it so bad, this woman is a looney, her poor family!" I hope that what I share might be able to minister to others in some small way. That my love for God, my man, my children, family and friends shines through. That Life is good cause God is good. I know it sounds simplistic, but that's how I see things. That's how I feel.<br /><br />Well, lol, my intentions were just to share the pictures that I've recently taken. Somehow, I started chasing a rabbit. I've put it back in the cage now... poor thing. I'll have to let it out again, cause it really shouldn't be caged up. Would you want to be caged up?<br /><br />Ok, here we go...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkw8yl2j07PymqQksBtm7qDyX2SSMgPF34w4aoAAMTBYZBtz_gGLRydL1HB_q1UOPSgwHNmlQVk4g4utYCkBr2b97H4FFpJzMTw2M4yq4faWGzxx09-1M4hdkLkmuNUtv5eF-6/s1600-h/IMG_3798.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkw8yl2j07PymqQksBtm7qDyX2SSMgPF34w4aoAAMTBYZBtz_gGLRydL1HB_q1UOPSgwHNmlQVk4g4utYCkBr2b97H4FFpJzMTw2M4yq4faWGzxx09-1M4hdkLkmuNUtv5eF-6/s400/IMG_3798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324690024868942674" border="0" /></a><br />You must be wondering what in the world are they doing here. Well, the amplifier connection thingy on G.I Joe's acoustic guitar, came off. He had to unstring his guitar, so that I could stick my hand inside and try to poke the thingy out so it can be screwed on the outside. Sounds complicated right? Well it was! It took us FOREVER to get it done. But it got fixed and we didn't have to pay anyone to do it! YEAH!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PYGOKsCMh2LgCK-IcJXrJgEkpmAIVkClY1B6YzqnQIDTW2TpaQJbQw7JvpdsCNYdx7eIJ8-ro1WY0FsW3udxhkWgqpmySpmQMhf4f0zvww4xxJosaZ_s4qLRlc6KkdjsSvk2/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PYGOKsCMh2LgCK-IcJXrJgEkpmAIVkClY1B6YzqnQIDTW2TpaQJbQw7JvpdsCNYdx7eIJ8-ro1WY0FsW3udxhkWgqpmySpmQMhf4f0zvww4xxJosaZ_s4qLRlc6KkdjsSvk2/s400/IMG_3855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324690030599904450" border="0" /></a><br />Softball season has started! Our church joined a church league. I'm thrilled to say that this is the first time that my Knight and two of our Fair Maidens are on the same team. In the past, my Knight has played on the men's team and our Fair Maiden's, at the time played on the women's team. My Knight hasn't played in years due to being busy with our Squires and baseball. But this year, all of our Squire's games are early and the softball games are later. So... he's playing on the co-ed team. YEAH!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8OgvxzkmrLN5oLiioKhRP_PCi-2Xogq3gqgZCbb6-K21BeKwqAib96-fZ54qdnStsKuf_DgOyD5zQabpUUfqJ1-Mc242MpyyZ0yAm6mxoGSaapRd9mpmmqo374GhvjqItMvF/s1600-h/IMG_3979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs8OgvxzkmrLN5oLiioKhRP_PCi-2Xogq3gqgZCbb6-K21BeKwqAib96-fZ54qdnStsKuf_DgOyD5zQabpUUfqJ1-Mc242MpyyZ0yAm6mxoGSaapRd9mpmmqo374GhvjqItMvF/s400/IMG_3979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324690064129616018" border="0" /></a><br />Soaring Amongst The Clouds giving it her all. Way to go BABY GIRL!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlzXk98TfAbdVJHA-olRrHY_E8jioJVRWsYM8r3bGx2oiYsKqiD-q9GVAdXvjv5Xvp4SAi1KwMXkv1qvYg0tBbTuaz_akCWwQJNXCGhRYmD7YZGdUxEKQ4eI1PyShYX6lzUC8/s1600-h/IMG_3878.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqlzXk98TfAbdVJHA-olRrHY_E8jioJVRWsYM8r3bGx2oiYsKqiD-q9GVAdXvjv5Xvp4SAi1KwMXkv1qvYg0tBbTuaz_akCWwQJNXCGhRYmD7YZGdUxEKQ4eI1PyShYX6lzUC8/s400/IMG_3878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691204104816178" border="0" /></a><br />Daughter of the King waiting for a good pitch.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6z-p7SJQQfD5RtHqVtMYv3BqWag3zjC9ko6F7uASqvdEBkPLioGNg1_7jy-VjH5dpRvaxSMJ1taGszXeJH0CY0aK4rEdqpGGTuyWisuk6Awon6JUKMVGjson0U_L1qvCWmn-/s1600-h/IMG_3927.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6z-p7SJQQfD5RtHqVtMYv3BqWag3zjC9ko6F7uASqvdEBkPLioGNg1_7jy-VjH5dpRvaxSMJ1taGszXeJH0CY0aK4rEdqpGGTuyWisuk6Awon6JUKMVGjson0U_L1qvCWmn-/s400/IMG_3927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324690039180442386" border="0" /></a><br />My man smacking the ball...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Y_QPRWdOzRv0IVYFoAK1mu6tcsdomKOEFBa5ba-MIuDDKo3uGP_SZLj4zcerDmUeOg5ogtzY6ftLpuZD1RmJw8qL8OF14c4JCRFJiPQ32yMke6bYw5d3TQ12pPVYj8KVLOwm/s1600-h/IMG_3931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Y_QPRWdOzRv0IVYFoAK1mu6tcsdomKOEFBa5ba-MIuDDKo3uGP_SZLj4zcerDmUeOg5ogtzY6ftLpuZD1RmJw8qL8OF14c4JCRFJiPQ32yMke6bYw5d3TQ12pPVYj8KVLOwm/s400/IMG_3931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324690056494827474" border="0" /></a><br />... he got a double!!! YEAH BABY!!! YOU ROCK!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaB7DBo_WAPFLmy6ILrflEennT-oj78iyQ5Yqq8vqAlMTpGVJaaEisNkRHB_pDzkHAlxSpFzG1drL3C8J0HI6h-IKpjTc2Izgf-7X9iJNrGYEBeyJNWIxz7zMBEd6-2GDC9d8/s1600-h/IMG_3920.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIaB7DBo_WAPFLmy6ILrflEennT-oj78iyQ5Yqq8vqAlMTpGVJaaEisNkRHB_pDzkHAlxSpFzG1drL3C8J0HI6h-IKpjTc2Izgf-7X9iJNrGYEBeyJNWIxz7zMBEd6-2GDC9d8/s400/IMG_3920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324692163855640146" border="0" /></a><br />I LOVE MY MAN!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnPQKDdz0gK8bowNFibfIo81RsG42UEcmpvmS2yttNOeo6PiSPd2sNqE_kDshIJ76y2VTQS-vW7_w2-Zbj3yNKzF_lx-GmLSYNcRfyNBGRyXLgPReJP_0lwBUpXt6bf72kQ3y/s1600-h/IMG_4015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhnPQKDdz0gK8bowNFibfIo81RsG42UEcmpvmS2yttNOeo6PiSPd2sNqE_kDshIJ76y2VTQS-vW7_w2-Zbj3yNKzF_lx-GmLSYNcRfyNBGRyXLgPReJP_0lwBUpXt6bf72kQ3y/s400/IMG_4015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324691692062645490" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters and DQ were spectators at the game. *chasing rabbit* DQ will be 15 in October. Due to how she has matured through the years, I feel she should no longer be called DQ. Which stood for Drama Queen. She was quite the actress growing up. LOL! From hence forward she shall be known as Bella which means Lovely in Italian, but it's also her favorite character in her favorite book series, Twilight. Boss Lady (my sister) and Papa (my nephew) were sitting in the shade.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeCPF_wUb6gcAL3YuVkld_tyaiMgvexQkmR5KjpWbz_HuouEr2sc2powLKS-ns8CIds9eHieMWieJEKCPOGKqALhEO3nM92TMypCl-TndJHqz-i8JcNxkRtjMwpW28B2dFoPe/s1600-h/IMG_4130.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHeCPF_wUb6gcAL3YuVkld_tyaiMgvexQkmR5KjpWbz_HuouEr2sc2powLKS-ns8CIds9eHieMWieJEKCPOGKqALhEO3nM92TMypCl-TndJHqz-i8JcNxkRtjMwpW28B2dFoPe/s400/IMG_4130.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325102934733784658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">G.I. Joe and The Warrior sat and watched the games with their friends. It was a hot day, but they had a great time.<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDmtI_5u7q5Q4V3n4Oe1ZqTxATY1Jnl1QE2VZ9mjluX3_xYcWTpnCHf1AU5FfNvC30pBIuLTiuK5x3VwPW0M3cq0tnwFFzd5Q-mVxM33Fstj0IZ06WvoG7v4K80bnT5scLNT5/s1600-h/IMG_4139.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGDmtI_5u7q5Q4V3n4Oe1ZqTxATY1Jnl1QE2VZ9mjluX3_xYcWTpnCHf1AU5FfNvC30pBIuLTiuK5x3VwPW0M3cq0tnwFFzd5Q-mVxM33Fstj0IZ06WvoG7v4K80bnT5scLNT5/s400/IMG_4139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324695854315491986" border="0" /></a><br />Before my sister left, some of us went to Sonics to eat. It's Papa's favorite hamburger place. He was telling us that they show the Sonics commercial in Miami, but there is no Sonics there. What an awful tease!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU1fVrHIpc7rQPIH9zUZIDjxIro4TtzuZj7Xbi8oxHFbw7JOVDeOQ7VMFVTYZpIdYx82FKTz9kf0ncb_XxSbhn5o1TVIvapfcsz9HZWbHux-2dwlb-XF8Cs-7TRwaxLgYef-h/s1600-h/IMG_4153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXU1fVrHIpc7rQPIH9zUZIDjxIro4TtzuZj7Xbi8oxHFbw7JOVDeOQ7VMFVTYZpIdYx82FKTz9kf0ncb_XxSbhn5o1TVIvapfcsz9HZWbHux-2dwlb-XF8Cs-7TRwaxLgYef-h/s400/IMG_4153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324695850887057026" border="0" /></a><br />Papa's hair has gotten long. When he wears his cap, his hair kind of looks even fuller. So I was playing with it and flattening it on the side for our picture. We were all having a good laugh over it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IQQQaAht_CLZPFKs8gr80fHyqC3XkWs2DiYOOI2t1opV36_VVAW6Kn_EfRKAzWa1bXL8Rt1__t1UL_QODDKdqxB6MGBvsFvx3HS9RUVbKDp0S-1_i6gGQ7XsDnZWkeBL536n/s1600-h/IMG_4143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IQQQaAht_CLZPFKs8gr80fHyqC3XkWs2DiYOOI2t1opV36_VVAW6Kn_EfRKAzWa1bXL8Rt1__t1UL_QODDKdqxB6MGBvsFvx3HS9RUVbKDp0S-1_i6gGQ7XsDnZWkeBL536n/s400/IMG_4143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324695846551810914" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Bella has a beautiful smile.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbcXssKje_2G3BRm3_z9UFvPbXlguIjj7UMo6maQygrDJXxzEnpDYwlj11a2_3P1oH6ySLnaEaCsm9453EZ0pteLpey1z4hTszAGZDAlYDPeCJqz6bAC3CrOPwve3CnauAD5T/s1600-h/IMG_4152.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbcXssKje_2G3BRm3_z9UFvPbXlguIjj7UMo6maQygrDJXxzEnpDYwlj11a2_3P1oH6ySLnaEaCsm9453EZ0pteLpey1z4hTszAGZDAlYDPeCJqz6bAC3CrOPwve3CnauAD5T/s400/IMG_4152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324695844581344994" border="0" /></a><br />My beautiful sister and I.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9BM3bPumRe0xHt2x1ZUiBT3BzFdvVBkHRqrufNAUhgTjtVU93qNr4YCL2OvP1zkc-ZZ8uHw9EQWiW7kN4LB2TlPM08m2vS_KN7Av9gRR6PHOXsyWSuwfslhu5pKFwAzmTMGM/s1600-h/IMG_4155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD9BM3bPumRe0xHt2x1ZUiBT3BzFdvVBkHRqrufNAUhgTjtVU93qNr4YCL2OvP1zkc-ZZ8uHw9EQWiW7kN4LB2TlPM08m2vS_KN7Av9gRR6PHOXsyWSuwfslhu5pKFwAzmTMGM/s400/IMG_4155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324696732726484418" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She's so photogenic!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGLnv0Fxz3VCodtRMCHHIUfDJ8rB5hsgj8ZnCwgqEiajhrLca0Ezd-F6wMsB19MiyBv2HjIbjMbAPHFbO_Z61_Xr8tJVK93I4EiW9I1ywThvhmCFu_f2v2OayXgbWbMFSf5WZ/s1600-h/IMG_4158.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKGLnv0Fxz3VCodtRMCHHIUfDJ8rB5hsgj8ZnCwgqEiajhrLca0Ezd-F6wMsB19MiyBv2HjIbjMbAPHFbO_Z61_Xr8tJVK93I4EiW9I1ywThvhmCFu_f2v2OayXgbWbMFSf5WZ/s400/IMG_4158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324695834321855074" border="0" /></a><br />URGH!!! He always give me a hard time about pictures. But I sure love this boy!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1U3ow-Sw2ct5ikngj4Po516fNHhhKAjp8_VnDR5nFwUMapJl3FaUPQ6JuFlt-iNojgqRkoVm4UFuhyBuxzD3eWFNDNBKSZaBExeCHWavc3lvfEtIwNsvPuc3Bb7iNIy9Hr3aq/s1600-h/IMG_4261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1U3ow-Sw2ct5ikngj4Po516fNHhhKAjp8_VnDR5nFwUMapJl3FaUPQ6JuFlt-iNojgqRkoVm4UFuhyBuxzD3eWFNDNBKSZaBExeCHWavc3lvfEtIwNsvPuc3Bb7iNIy9Hr3aq/s400/IMG_4261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324702455390659938" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe and The Warrior are playing baseball for a local private school. I'm THRILLED to say they are on the same team. G.I. Joe was elected captain of the team. What an honor! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii80DuehVyUGte-R7ud9YBb-vtAAMW-DyosTyCWVpQKBjsXEXTP1PrI4tjAigVV0zjliNbmaM-qWgsazYsSuSpEFMhMCamzvtjPjhY7g0WOwav7XP_ZgLyYYp-e4xrxXhw3emK/s1600-h/IMG_4264.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii80DuehVyUGte-R7ud9YBb-vtAAMW-DyosTyCWVpQKBjsXEXTP1PrI4tjAigVV0zjliNbmaM-qWgsazYsSuSpEFMhMCamzvtjPjhY7g0WOwav7XP_ZgLyYYp-e4xrxXhw3emK/s400/IMG_4264.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324702449556080706" border="0" /></a><br />My Squires taking practice swings.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6bl0zsANhu3yUsq-zDh4C7nLROauQ5OENrqsCNMEcuNCJuunMBb7M52J5SMjIFP2mOlIDPBM35ESdK9U6fcFaDb5axrre3J36g591MjJg4AdSFkpmRG-rgInsODn1q7g_3tB/s1600-h/IMG_4270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD6bl0zsANhu3yUsq-zDh4C7nLROauQ5OENrqsCNMEcuNCJuunMBb7M52J5SMjIFP2mOlIDPBM35ESdK9U6fcFaDb5axrre3J36g591MjJg4AdSFkpmRG-rgInsODn1q7g_3tB/s400/IMG_4270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324705626367477986" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior is the youngest in the team. He is the only 6th grader on the team. Let me tell you, he can hold his own among the high school players!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MhlHGB7dcf7aD0l-tZ0y7Rwk3fTCP8oXdhhiZxx4405-WAAPmSztdli2hK_mTB8OWFHycYuCCHmPbtRCUgq3m7fb_P4lfnD98tdHhN0c6Rp9h08UjyODkrVTocSu8OQnuk3B/s1600-h/IMG_4275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4MhlHGB7dcf7aD0l-tZ0y7Rwk3fTCP8oXdhhiZxx4405-WAAPmSztdli2hK_mTB8OWFHycYuCCHmPbtRCUgq3m7fb_P4lfnD98tdHhN0c6Rp9h08UjyODkrVTocSu8OQnuk3B/s400/IMG_4275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324705632552911634" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe is a lefty when it come to playing sports. But when it comes to everything else, he's a righty.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPknK-rLL9YiI0X5pMdPj0GAkbCQg0TMKd8XTIU7xY3uBs-mk2__ZcwoSMu4EMeDwfg87Lk4-6esvuwLkGEhOdngPWdJ1QEjHF0FjMtRK1q8edhlbANvk-CfYWVj_kbqZA7d0H/s1600-h/IMG_4276.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPknK-rLL9YiI0X5pMdPj0GAkbCQg0TMKd8XTIU7xY3uBs-mk2__ZcwoSMu4EMeDwfg87Lk4-6esvuwLkGEhOdngPWdJ1QEjHF0FjMtRK1q8edhlbANvk-CfYWVj_kbqZA7d0H/s400/IMG_4276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324705637388836882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Notice how... ah... gigantic the first baseman is. Well, most of the players on the other team were just like the first baseman! I can not tell you how many times G.I. Joe stole the bases. He went from 1st to home stealing along the way, a couple of times during the game. He had an awesome game.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh1ZDdDF3uAjWdWKlFXVdTyPODlWuDrwNZMtgMDTKBrZLrJiSZZOMajKyarTgrjALHeq0ESayfewL0nvyldLD9pjJ3Zn6uSwVOo4DpVrpzfuJyiayjEWRxcFjHB_YbqtTJZvZ/s1600-h/IMG_4302.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKh1ZDdDF3uAjWdWKlFXVdTyPODlWuDrwNZMtgMDTKBrZLrJiSZZOMajKyarTgrjALHeq0ESayfewL0nvyldLD9pjJ3Zn6uSwVOo4DpVrpzfuJyiayjEWRxcFjHB_YbqtTJZvZ/s400/IMG_4302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324702442152777778" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The Warrior started out playing second base. Then they moved him to third base. Let me tell you, my heart stopped when they moved him to third base! I kept thinking, "He's just a baby! My little David is playing against Giant (hitters!)" We all know that third base is a "hot spot". Did I mention that he did great? Well, he did! *note- his name is not David. LOL!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZOCh2LmKcOG95pA8CdlDyidiZDvF2OmpGhTyfKfXuUbH7wSHFPFsF1F7bGsqKm1hIB4Nqz9oauZihesOeU_IDvgwxKrydezkJLfkI0tbhijMOI86LAGMWp04Y0mK4HX-xIhE/s1600-h/IMG_4298.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgZOCh2LmKcOG95pA8CdlDyidiZDvF2OmpGhTyfKfXuUbH7wSHFPFsF1F7bGsqKm1hIB4Nqz9oauZihesOeU_IDvgwxKrydezkJLfkI0tbhijMOI86LAGMWp04Y0mK4HX-xIhE/s400/IMG_4298.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324701040911110690" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe pitched...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJphDCYzLqwCXf2heQadQoBaNYTtKa0jssa0Ot0W6qaTQoPaxhR-LExUsWtldAIvrsWKCe-dhdEHmF6rP2vltGX2jEELu5aS_cRHB_SIyQv_TmUdD6l4M16pUdGqXBU_lWzx5/s1600-h/IMG_4327.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxJphDCYzLqwCXf2heQadQoBaNYTtKa0jssa0Ot0W6qaTQoPaxhR-LExUsWtldAIvrsWKCe-dhdEHmF6rP2vltGX2jEELu5aS_cRHB_SIyQv_TmUdD6l4M16pUdGqXBU_lWzx5/s400/IMG_4327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324701025872816146" border="0" /></a><br />... the entire game! We lost, but we had an AWESOME rally. The score in the end was 11-9. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkK7KE4BbKBPuBNcoI5WssCCFUKQBb-FwLP0HfWWPTQ4PKioHaI7SYbRqlEgS5zF4tad0fytaG4M1_m4_m_GIV-k7xUxf1TeQXgWyYijzA-7j4Oz18GE5oWazgd6PAk7nk8nCJ/s1600-h/IMG_4336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkK7KE4BbKBPuBNcoI5WssCCFUKQBb-FwLP0HfWWPTQ4PKioHaI7SYbRqlEgS5zF4tad0fytaG4M1_m4_m_GIV-k7xUxf1TeQXgWyYijzA-7j4Oz18GE5oWazgd6PAk7nk8nCJ/s400/IMG_4336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324712207366216770" border="0" /></a><br />On Easter weekend, we saw a chance to visit our family in Miami and we took it! I'm sorry to say it was only an overnight trip. :o( This picture breaks my heart. Papi (my dad) hated to see us go.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxk45385kRWhVHp12iezTpVDFfOUsN7HM-UGLRphDKxgLfVVtLCUXU97V4EDwIm79DV1AJS3mmCJ1eH-ynCw3Mw-FPOrO_I5sD161QZ52mJsAHCgmp-C-6qd3Y0A7cnHgPGgj/s1600-h/IMG_4345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFxk45385kRWhVHp12iezTpVDFfOUsN7HM-UGLRphDKxgLfVVtLCUXU97V4EDwIm79DV1AJS3mmCJ1eH-ynCw3Mw-FPOrO_I5sD161QZ52mJsAHCgmp-C-6qd3Y0A7cnHgPGgj/s400/IMG_4345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324711207117368642" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior must of said something funny (like he always does) cause his sisters were trying real hard to hold it in. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT778GBZxa6xGEnefiVAY39EnfXoUHnBdmZR3n0Thlx6nR2eFaVNU_6_x-l_B5NqiQapFpCnYynTgDmK1f3t-JpHi1jH0rzlKavsLYYG0AoqyqV5uo6XDsdIMBkxx78d76Btgh/s1600-h/IMG_4338.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT778GBZxa6xGEnefiVAY39EnfXoUHnBdmZR3n0Thlx6nR2eFaVNU_6_x-l_B5NqiQapFpCnYynTgDmK1f3t-JpHi1jH0rzlKavsLYYG0AoqyqV5uo6XDsdIMBkxx78d76Btgh/s400/IMG_4338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324711192853861218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Papi attempting to be at eye level with the Fair Maidens. LOL! He's so cute! Notice, Daughter of the King is in the picture. Well, she sings in the choir. Being that it was Easter weekend, our church had a special choir presentation. She had commited to be present. So she stayed home to fulfill her commitement.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypjMa8oEvTMxlz-XBR10l_kxD71cqyERIBBehyphenhyphenWS7LnrmwSCrpmpxo3mglOgWCDWoCDT-ewExSs1yuMrhIgyx_WClnJ9maJCwJN14dZ2PzLHAqjmmS_XXwis7Ck0umm0BEEAV/s1600-h/IMG_4362.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjypjMa8oEvTMxlz-XBR10l_kxD71cqyERIBBehyphenhyphenWS7LnrmwSCrpmpxo3mglOgWCDWoCDT-ewExSs1yuMrhIgyx_WClnJ9maJCwJN14dZ2PzLHAqjmmS_XXwis7Ck0umm0BEEAV/s400/IMG_4362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324709501076549154" border="0" /></a><br />We were having lots of fun trying to take a "group" picture. Notice The Warrior is holding my hand down. I was attemtpting the "gangsta" look. LOL! I'm sure my children were thinking, "Mom... PLEASE... Don't embarass yourself! Specially not on film!" LOL! I'm happy to say, I have no gangsta in me. LOL! Which I'm sure my children are thrilled about it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ceksQ2Rv1EcVpCjIP5a5MQyuKnUicMzMJFcroPA145hmJP8UAG8exD7VtzU-x_G9DpQmq4CEveTbf8_h6SpoS3yFPEBFcQoxVCgg1ceKXRANNrpc1yWtOB8Aljy1wFIiBD1m/s1600-h/IMG_4365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-ceksQ2Rv1EcVpCjIP5a5MQyuKnUicMzMJFcroPA145hmJP8UAG8exD7VtzU-x_G9DpQmq4CEveTbf8_h6SpoS3yFPEBFcQoxVCgg1ceKXRANNrpc1yWtOB8Aljy1wFIiBD1m/s400/IMG_4365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324709494401633618" border="0" /></a><br />Boss Lady (my sister), Papi and I.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJszpj4aJYcbNg1I8IqG1pm764xEWM2J2hXl99U2KYYBjAbaV731NhGR5HDb6ij_9X9sjbJrWlSd6cC8tFkFzmjZ2fEcFw8jzXnxqFDYLLrQT8ejWj4W42LBUKQWVbT4rDFfJk/s1600-h/IMG_4369.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJszpj4aJYcbNg1I8IqG1pm764xEWM2J2hXl99U2KYYBjAbaV731NhGR5HDb6ij_9X9sjbJrWlSd6cC8tFkFzmjZ2fEcFw8jzXnxqFDYLLrQT8ejWj4W42LBUKQWVbT4rDFfJk/s400/IMG_4369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324709489343166338" border="0" /></a><br />Have I mentioned how much I love my dad? Well, I LOVE MY DAD!!! HE ROCKS!!! Because of the example he set, I married the man I did. My Knight is everything and more than I ever dreamed my husband would be. My mom didn't come out in any of the pictures cause she stayed inside looking at some photo albums. All the pictures I took indoors didn't come out. :o( Well, except for the one of my dad and G.I. Joe.<br /><br />Notice my dad's shirt? He has a closet full and drawer set full of t-shirts just like the one he's wearing. I'm not kidding and I'm not exaggerating. He wears one EVERY day. Do you think he's proud to be an American? :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRa6LMa8N80U5PlV7ELkMmO3CEjePQDs1l53C_2-IZqPs2QzslY1WzHGo4dazV845BjdR2yTWpj-TcO8hesOtGiyKjtUHNOJDc7RFoqoqOMs5-YVcRt9NTnPMGyk1otod5hRZ/s1600-h/IMG_4370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilRa6LMa8N80U5PlV7ELkMmO3CEjePQDs1l53C_2-IZqPs2QzslY1WzHGo4dazV845BjdR2yTWpj-TcO8hesOtGiyKjtUHNOJDc7RFoqoqOMs5-YVcRt9NTnPMGyk1otod5hRZ/s400/IMG_4370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324707740160068146" border="0" /></a><br />I am 18 months older than my sister. She has ALWAYS been taller than me. Well, except for the first two years of her life. I was taller than her. :o) This is typical of us. She towering over me and me sticking my tongue out or making some kind of funny face. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRbXkT8kt6zDFYVZigpusKArIzv3_xFJpkDo67kdSWQOlNAOihTm8JsHPaUED_71LFfusSRMks0rF69UKotwzB7ZiVeZvumnK-WYwkIJqmOQq0R7WV9-jHcn6gCX0C3iPeFe4Q/s1600-h/IMG_4372.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRbXkT8kt6zDFYVZigpusKArIzv3_xFJpkDo67kdSWQOlNAOihTm8JsHPaUED_71LFfusSRMks0rF69UKotwzB7ZiVeZvumnK-WYwkIJqmOQq0R7WV9-jHcn6gCX0C3iPeFe4Q/s400/IMG_4372.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324707737504958562" border="0" /></a><br />My sister is absolutely BEAUTIFUL!!! Her smile and laughter are contagious. She's fun to be around and is always the life of the party. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94PktZ8zQ23_HywQOEpzFiqnt5d5a6MScnTwwxmitNj9UYxZGQf6-zPwnq-gKxu5WX7YPtj5PMUS1acYoyiGI5e3_wxncxtRdmRRJVXCiaO-hIL_KDjoKapwfKx_M4GYOoP0t/s1600-h/IMG_4374.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg94PktZ8zQ23_HywQOEpzFiqnt5d5a6MScnTwwxmitNj9UYxZGQf6-zPwnq-gKxu5WX7YPtj5PMUS1acYoyiGI5e3_wxncxtRdmRRJVXCiaO-hIL_KDjoKapwfKx_M4GYOoP0t/s400/IMG_4374.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324707726079522338" border="0" /></a><br />How many takes did it take to get one good picture? Let's just say that you need to hands to count them. I was having too much fun misbehaving! :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXzn7NHDjFbE64SsmwBTqAOdSirOJbsyiip20qEvXdlR2UW6v-TsNjpzvJt2r1zt0UHZQ-LN27DwdU44rqIoRxgE2HmSD9JH-4TvSgRTsIpqDyAvvcgq1027SK6ZzUHGhLPyo/s1600-h/IMG_4413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXzn7NHDjFbE64SsmwBTqAOdSirOJbsyiip20qEvXdlR2UW6v-TsNjpzvJt2r1zt0UHZQ-LN27DwdU44rqIoRxgE2HmSD9JH-4TvSgRTsIpqDyAvvcgq1027SK6ZzUHGhLPyo/s400/IMG_4413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324713802798960386" border="0" /></a><br />This Easter was a little different for us. Since we didn't go to church, no one dressed up. Everyone loved their Easter baskets. Chocolte galore! Soaring Amongst The Clouds got some scuba gear. Still Waters got some clothing and so did Daughter of the King.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXIeXVc_evj4EVeWIpH8vW3QIvy5cmtPXmkGTqAtI8yfMyE-p0Z3mD_wyCSKd5mUNZ0G1m-JT-qdVxdLe_ZiufixmFT8BPlVnAlWdBRq8EP_TQIvg9FHMZYmDuAb-R_Gbr94F/s1600-h/IMG_4414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUXIeXVc_evj4EVeWIpH8vW3QIvy5cmtPXmkGTqAtI8yfMyE-p0Z3mD_wyCSKd5mUNZ0G1m-JT-qdVxdLe_ZiufixmFT8BPlVnAlWdBRq8EP_TQIvg9FHMZYmDuAb-R_Gbr94F/s400/IMG_4414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324713806213369314" border="0" /></a><br />The Squires loved thier gifts too. G.I. Joe got a psp. The Warrior got a playstaion 3 game he's been wanting.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-xY1ocdrSNMyIJYhSOmaeF4EYuc921vbJMCeTa_dtxH8d0y4dEyHWVh7hKMI7uA7tk8CTbb51icJzily4W1P4RxlE5TTyXgBVToRZoKb9xmARrWMGFOXZGceMJXlQsLiXS5C/s1600-h/IMG_4448.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD-xY1ocdrSNMyIJYhSOmaeF4EYuc921vbJMCeTa_dtxH8d0y4dEyHWVh7hKMI7uA7tk8CTbb51icJzily4W1P4RxlE5TTyXgBVToRZoKb9xmARrWMGFOXZGceMJXlQsLiXS5C/s400/IMG_4448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324713808201137186" border="0" /></a><br />The Monday after Easter we all just chilled out at home. Soaring Amongst The Clouds and Still Waters went to the University to work on a project. The rest spent the day outside...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3S63iAMulg88DU6XERjmHfEiHaknEWuF2LZJLKtN49mN_1FnxTd69EgN5k0fbYVnKjPfK_kvzX7h25Co6ekt-7d2lwbsvk80WBxPM7Atyy1LW4mGAMTr6ZvbTu9q9RRFmNsxa/s1600-h/IMG_4431.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3S63iAMulg88DU6XERjmHfEiHaknEWuF2LZJLKtN49mN_1FnxTd69EgN5k0fbYVnKjPfK_kvzX7h25Co6ekt-7d2lwbsvk80WBxPM7Atyy1LW4mGAMTr6ZvbTu9q9RRFmNsxa/s400/IMG_4431.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324715552758856034" border="0" /></a><br />sharpening their softball skills...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH7EN1gRxjF93Ph_AlgzQvI7n41QJsyU1BBhJVGkm2_SZJlwXaZ3_NxsvNnltGbRqhcEbByz6BebB-gsCSIlNZ8lUmyjlMZJdJsXirITluzeZZ4Jj_LbfKGor7mgkY0LLhpp8/s1600-h/IMG_4464.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWH7EN1gRxjF93Ph_AlgzQvI7n41QJsyU1BBhJVGkm2_SZJlwXaZ3_NxsvNnltGbRqhcEbByz6BebB-gsCSIlNZ8lUmyjlMZJdJsXirITluzeZZ4Jj_LbfKGor7mgkY0LLhpp8/s400/IMG_4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324715563489669874" border="0" /></a><br />and their baseball skills...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicM0xcai_cCsx-SbNs55i8bBjvERcbyJJ2pxYbyl7VuMbZ0JqraEBEy7NHIdEiETOsRwtxJcAhLbeFXJ1_YB8sfI8nMzyXRrjK9NpJ060egy5PHX6WtvLhdV1wa1UYUHbY1RWc/s1600-h/IMG_4440.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicM0xcai_cCsx-SbNs55i8bBjvERcbyJJ2pxYbyl7VuMbZ0JqraEBEy7NHIdEiETOsRwtxJcAhLbeFXJ1_YB8sfI8nMzyXRrjK9NpJ060egy5PHX6WtvLhdV1wa1UYUHbY1RWc/s400/IMG_4440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324715557080791650" border="0" /></a><br />... even Nicodemus got in on the fun. Nicodemus loves The Warrior and the love is mutual. I love this picture. This is so... them. :o)<br /><br />Let me just end this by saying that, I LOVE MY FAMILY! I'm so very blessed!!! Thank you Lord for blessing me beyond my wildest dreams... my cup runneth over...Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-32344885909167376912009-03-29T15:44:00.003-05:002009-03-29T15:51:01.506-05:00Sharing A PoemToday I was watching one of Soaring Amongst The Clouds' favorite movie, White Squall. Great movie by the way. A lesson could be learned by all. I suggest you watch it.<br /><br />Well, in the movie the quoted part of a poem. If was a poem I'd heard in my youth, but had forgotten about it. So, I decided to google it. I was led to share it...<br /><br /><br />If<br /><br />If you can keep your head when all about you<br />Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,<br />If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you<br />But make allowance for their doubting too,<br />If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,<br />Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,<br />Or being hated, don't give way to hating,<br />And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:<br /><br />If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,<br />If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;<br />If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster<br />And treat those two impostors just the same;<br />If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken<br />Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,<br />Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,<br />And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:<br /><br />If you can make one heap of all your winnings<br />And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,<br />And lose, and start again at your beginnings<br />And never breath a word about your loss;<br />If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew<br />To serve your turn long after they are gone,<br />And so hold on when there is nothing in you<br />Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"<br /><br />If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,<br />Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,<br />If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;<br />If all men count with you, but none too much,<br />If you can fill the unforgiving minute<br />With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,<br />Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,<br />And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!<br /><br />-Rudyard Kipling<br /><br /><br />*note from me- I love poems, songs, stories, anything that tells a story. I'm very emotional and passionate. Feelings within me stir and burst out. I don't know why, that's just the way I am. This poem stirred many different emotions. In the end, it left me crying... <br /><br />Care to share one that has spoken to you? That has stirred you?Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-15197977007854710042009-03-09T22:47:00.002-05:002009-03-21T19:34:55.180-05:00G.I. Joe Is 15!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6bviJF13dxaMn_XbrcOn2Nlz-Mde6pLK-7Pm0BJ-38LkSz5WiNIS3DQQ5-V-cbjFmZlQxOxDA31urGxtObgpcBpR8-TaoEu98Iw_O2ZRm09qSZXe7BE2AfRZrVV9FfduZe_B/s1600-h/IMG_3534.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho6bviJF13dxaMn_XbrcOn2Nlz-Mde6pLK-7Pm0BJ-38LkSz5WiNIS3DQQ5-V-cbjFmZlQxOxDA31urGxtObgpcBpR8-TaoEu98Iw_O2ZRm09qSZXe7BE2AfRZrVV9FfduZe_B/s400/IMG_3534.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315780472421998274" border="0" /></a><br />Be still my heart... my first born son is 15 today! <br /><br />Since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted was to be a wife and a mom. I wanted to be just like the mom on Cheaper By The Dozen. Not the new on but the "old" one. The one that's black and white, filmed in 1950. Click <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0042327/">here</a> to check it out. Anyway, I wanted to have 12 children, but all before I was thirty! I just didn't want to be 30 and pregnant. Which leads me to why I'm sharing all this. On my 30th birthday, I found out I was pregnant with... yep... you guessed it... G.I. Joe. <br /><br />He was an answer to three little Fair Maiden's prayers. They would constantly ask, "When are we going to have a little brother?" They would pray throughout the day... at breakfast, lunch, dinner and at bedtime. You think they wanted a brother?! LOL! They prayed faithfully for four years. I can't even begin to tell you how thrilled, ecstatic, overjoyed.... they were, when we shared the news.<br /><br />It's a wonder he ever learned how to walk. They were constantly wanting to hold him and carry him. The Fair Maidens were always eager to lend a helping hand when it came to taking care of G.I. Joe. I would often find Daughter of the King sitting on the couch with him on her laps while she read to him or her sitting by his crib reading to him. Soaring Amongst The Clouds would not let any babysitter touch her brother. The Fair Maidens only allowed each other to put him to sleep, give him his bottle, feed him and change his diapers. A Prince had been born and they were there to pamper and take care of him. He was so loved.<br /><br />In honor of G.I. Joe's 15th birthday, I will share 15 things about him...<br /><br />* He smiles all the time and it's contagious.<br /><br />* His hazel, brown eyes sparkle, and I'm not just saying that. It's the truth.<br /><br />* He loves Jesus and it's evident.<br /><br />* People gravitate to him.<br /><br />* Easy going.<br /><br />* A charmer to boot!<br /><br />* Great sense of style.<br /><br />* Athletic<br /><br />* Catches on quick to whatever he's trying to learn.<br /><br />* Humorous<br /><br />* Committed<br /><br />* Confident, but not conceited.<br /><br />* Friendly and Fun<br /><br />* Mature<br /><br />* Loving and Caring<br /><br />It's hard to make a list and just share 15 things about him. He has so many wonderful qualities that I love. But for now 15 is the limit. <br /><br />I am so blessed that God chose me to be his mom. He has brought so much joy, happiness, fun and love to my life. Not just mine, but to the lives of the dwellers of the Castello. Not just to the dwellers of the Castello, but to those who know him. This world is a better place because of him. <br /><br />Sweetie,<br /><br />God has a plan for your life. Keep following the path He's laid before you and you won't go wrong. He is the Promise Keeper. He will be with you, every step of the way. Stay the course...<br /><br />*I'll love you forever,<br />I'll like you for always,<br />As long as I'm living<br />my baby you'll be...<br /><br /><br />mom~<br /><br />* From the book, Love You Forever. It was your favorite book when you were little. I made up a little song to that verse. I would hold you, rock you and sing it to you....Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-15638630318300745472009-03-06T12:07:00.008-05:002009-03-21T16:43:10.183-05:00An Attempt To Catch Up!Lately, things have been non-stop! I don't know what ever gave me the idea that things were going to slow down once I only had 2 to homeschool! LOL! MY WORD!!! I haven't been this busy since my children were wee ones!!!<br /><br />Let me say this loud and clear, "I am NOT complaining!" I LOVE being a wife and a mom. I LOVE my life. I know that my children will only be with me for a moment in time. The time will come when they will get married and move away. So I am enjoying and making the most of my time with them. :o)<br /><br />I'm proud to say that Soaring Amongst The Clouds made the President's List once again. In order to be on that list, you have to have a 4.0 average. Way to go Baby Girl!!! Still Waters made the Dean's List. You Go Girl!!! Daughter of the King is really enjoying this semester. She got to take some sign language classes and is LOVING it! She's so good at it.<br /><br />Baseball season has started... YEAH!!! Which means that softball season has started too... YEAH!!! The Squires are playing in two teams. G.I. Joe is is playing for the Junior Little League and a local private school. The Warrior is playing for the Major Little League and the same local private school as his brother. This is the second time they'll be on the same team. I'm really excited about them playing together again.<br /><br />The season has started off great. G.I. Joe is playing for the Diamondbacks Junior League. He's been pitching, catching and playing first base. He hasn't been a catcher in years, but he's enjoying it and he's doing great. <br /><br />G.I. Joe started taking guitar lessons. Actually he got two free lessons from the place we bought his guitar. The instructor was more into jazz and other music that my G.I. Joe was really not into. Well, it turns out that JC has a friend who gives guitar lessons. What's even better is that he comes to our home! Which is AWESOME! The Teacher and G.I. Joe have similar taste in music. Which is working out very well. According to what The Teacher has shared with me, G.I. Joe is blessed with musical talent. He's learning at a quick pace. The Teacher said that he's not had to review anything that he's taught G.I. Joe. He picks it up the moment he's taught. Which is why he's able to learn and move on. He's been taking 1/2 hr. lessons once a week, for one month now. He's really doing a great job. I don't know how he does it, but if he hears something, he is able to "fiddle" with the guitar and come up with what he heard. It amazes me. Way to go... G.I. Joe!<br /><br />The Warrior is playing for the Dodgers Minor League. He is pitching, playing center field, first base and third base. Guess he's a jack of all trades. He's having a great time. Oh, he was asked if he wanted to play in his brother's team (the private school team). At first he didn't want to play. But sometimes he needs a little nudge. So we nudged. ;o) He is LOVING it! I have NEVER seen him laugh or smile as much as he does when he's around the school team. He's really enjoying it.<br /><br />My Knight is staying very busy. He is no longer President of the Little League. YEAH!!! It really was a very big commitment. If you know him personally, you know how committed he is when he commits. :o) He's a man of his word. I LOVE that about him! Well, now he's only on the Board of Directors. He's the Information Officer. He keeps the website and all the little league team information up to date. He is also The Warrior's team manager. He's AWESOME at it! Not because he's my man, but he ROCKS!!! He is also on the same softball team as Soaring Amongst The Clouds and Daughter of the King. This is the first time ever father and daughters have been on the same team! I'm so excited and so are they! I use to play with our Fair Maidens, but that was before my brain surgeries. I'm so looking forward to the games! <br /><br />As for me, well... I'm driving our Squires to and from practices. Trying to keep up with the laundry! Attempting to keep Nicodemus' fluff tumblehair (tumbleweed) from tumbling through our Castello. He's a golden retriever and shed like CRAZY!!! But like I said, before I know it, my babies will be all grown and gone. So I'm making the most of it now. My cup runneth over...Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-21841829794453898152009-02-13T21:48:00.007-05:002009-02-16T15:34:41.290-05:00My Baby Girl Is 19 Today!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXsCTnkQ6fMmuC6FY6JWj5eS6HiV30bbJokaUWr1m8GMBg6-rNkYcDi5CCGJPiHMi5POJKjStbCaphh7aoh9DYSVp0dKRqC83NLSZCLARqK-fFoKar3uRyjfVPXRq6m2MOOjp/s1600-h/IMG_2523.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdXsCTnkQ6fMmuC6FY6JWj5eS6HiV30bbJokaUWr1m8GMBg6-rNkYcDi5CCGJPiHMi5POJKjStbCaphh7aoh9DYSVp0dKRqC83NLSZCLARqK-fFoKar3uRyjfVPXRq6m2MOOjp/s400/IMG_2523.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492101971527362" border="0" /></a><br />My Knight, the birthday girl- Daughter of the King and me- the blessed mom!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wdPlMW2d_u6HlEE-O913Fa25kcOI4TD51_UX7pWEaYAzFkg1fnYXr6ReqvucZxtpOqS7d_zDngnuXjuogtFwpFY7-4Ls33mM52Jl6BKfBLVZ1a7DIw8B5kg33TjtttXg0lAk/s1600-h/IMG_2521.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-wdPlMW2d_u6HlEE-O913Fa25kcOI4TD51_UX7pWEaYAzFkg1fnYXr6ReqvucZxtpOqS7d_zDngnuXjuogtFwpFY7-4Ls33mM52Jl6BKfBLVZ1a7DIw8B5kg33TjtttXg0lAk/s400/IMG_2521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492092317347250" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe, Daughter of the King and The Warrior. How many times did I have to "try" and get a good picture? Five!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4dgwWZtXJ5Lr8ZuhwlaATdtxjoG8Q0DyjyX47AhpZYRK9xviM3X3xZSwQeNtoEeD8yD_p-x-t0pgQKWoDYZGeY-yXxRbFASJaJGnhzCP2vIBLtf5fQYK0LjQlHkZb8rfYLVl/s1600-h/IMG_2517.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG4dgwWZtXJ5Lr8ZuhwlaATdtxjoG8Q0DyjyX47AhpZYRK9xviM3X3xZSwQeNtoEeD8yD_p-x-t0pgQKWoDYZGeY-yXxRbFASJaJGnhzCP2vIBLtf5fQYK0LjQlHkZb8rfYLVl/s400/IMG_2517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303492085471540226" border="0" /></a><br />Our Fair Maidens... Soaring Amongst The Clouds, Daughter of the King and Still Waters.<br /><br /><br />Today, 19 years ago, Daughter of the King was born. She has been a blessing since the moment she was conceived. In her honor, I will share 19 character traits about her that I admire...<br /><br />* godly<br /><br />* faithful<br /><br />* loving<br /><br />* caring<br /><br />* adventurous<br /><br />* helpful<br /><br />* logical<br /><br />* expressive<br /><br />* trustworthy<br /><br />* wise<br /><br />* cheerful<br /><br />* friendly<br /><br />* sweet<br /><br />* athletic<br /><br />* thoughtful<br /><br />* stubborn<br /><br />* witty<br /><br />* thankful<br /><br />* polite<br /><br />Those that know her personally know that the list I've compiled is small considering all her wonderful character traits. My lit could go on and on, but I limited it to 19 since it's her 19th birthday.<br /><br />Sweetie,<br />You are such a blessing to me and those around you. I'm so thankful God chose me to be your mom. God's light shines brightly in you and we can all see it. Stay the course...<br />love,<br />Mom~Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-40772999265952082342009-01-29T22:58:00.006-05:002009-02-15T19:50:49.528-05:00Finishing The Sentence1. I love... my Knight in shining armor, my Fair Maidens and my Squires<br /><br />2. Right now I want... to runaway from here and take my family with me.<br /><br />3. I feel like... the young men and women of today do not know how to commit.<br /><br />4. I hate it when... I forget to turn the oven timer on. Which happens ALL the time. Which means, I burn whatever I bake. Which is why I can't bake.<br /><br />5. I fear... that I will fail my children.<br /><br />6. I'm lonely without... my loved ones around.<br /><br />7. I need... my Lord and Savior.<br /><br />8. Today I... cleaned the Squires bedroom and bathroom.<br /><br />9. Tomorrow I'm... hoping to feel better. The Boss Lady (my sister) bought two tickets (one for her and one for me) to Celine Dion's concert. I really don't want to miss it.<br /><br />10. I just... don't understand how someone can say I love you and their actions don't show it.<br /><br />11. I want to meet... Jesus.<br /><br />12. I'm hungry for... an Outback steak, potatoes, salad and blooming onion!<br /><br />13. I love it when... my Knight hugs me, I feel loved and protected.<br /><br />14. I'm afraid of... my loved one dying and not knowing Jesus Christ as their Lord and Savior.<br /><br />15. I'm listening to.. My Knight and Still Waters laughing .<br /><br />16. I'm wearing... my pajamas.<br /><br />17. I wish I was in... Colorado, skiing with my family.<br /><br />18. I'm craving.... white chocolate.<br /><br />19. I want to get... my hair straightened.<br /><br />20. I can... watch reruns of my programs, over and over again.<br /><br />21. I can't... understand why my family likes to watch UFC or MMA.<br /><br />22. I have... a loving family.<br /><br />23. I haven't... seen my dad in over three months. I miss him terribly!<br /><br />24. I'm nervous to... mess up my Christian witness.<br /><br />25. My Mom thinks I'm... married to a wonderful man. She's right!<br /><br />26. My Dad thinks I'm... a wonderful mom.<br /><br />27. I think... Life is good, cause God is good... ALL the time! <br /><br />28. I'm happy when... my beloveds are happy.<br /><br />29. I'm sad when... my beloveds are sad.<br /><br />30. I like eating... junk food!<br /><br />31. I hate eating... vegetables, so I don't eat them.<br /><br />32. I love watching... my children play sports.<br /><br />33. I love listening to... my children's laughter.<br /><br />34. I like playing... with my Knight. ;o)<br /><br />35. I hate waking up to... the sound of the alarm.<br /><br />36. I can see... God's blessings.<br /><br />37. I'm glad that... God is my Lord and Savior!<br /><br />38. I'm disappointed that... I haven't been an effective witness to my unsaved family.<br /><br />39. I look like... myself.<br /><br />40. I wish I looked like... no one else.Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-22506950743238114902009-01-18T21:14:00.005-05:002009-01-18T21:48:00.143-05:00Did Someone Say Zumba?!Ok... I... AM... HOOKED on <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5Hxw_Jf2B4">ZUMBA</a>!!! I first heard about it a couple of years ago. I saw a commercial for the dvd's. I thought, "Oh, I would LOVE to do that!" But it was new and one ever knows exactly what you are getting when you purchase dvd's. So I forgot all about it.<br /><br />Until... a fellow homeschooler shared that she was attending Zumba classes at the Y. WHAT?!?! The Y in the next town has Zumba?!?! The offered our homeschool group a 3 day free pass. I went to one of the classes. That's all it took. SIGN ME UP BABY!!!<br /><br />They offer the class 4 times a week. At present time I'm only able to attend 2 of the classes. :o( I wish I could go 6 days a week. The workout is PHENOMINAL!!! FUN!!! EASY!!! When our hour of exercise is done, I leave feeling like I haven't had enough. I want MORE!!!<br /><br />When I first started Zumba, I was weighing 126-130lbs. Wearing a size 7 or 9. I am presently weighing 110lbs. Wearing a size 3/4 or a 2 (if bought in Target). Aside from doing Zumba, I'm eating smaller portions and drinking more water. I am still eating whatever I want to eat, but in smaller portions. I'm still eating sweets, chocolates, coke and fast foods. I've also started to eat lost more fruits... specially pineapple. YUMMO!!!<br /><br />What I love even more about it, is that my Fair Maidens also enjoy Zumba. This is something that all four of us go and do together. You should hear us in the car on the way to class. I have some AWESOME Zumba type songs on my ipod. We crank it up and get all worked up before we even get to class. Once we are there, we are READY!!! Let me tell you... you should see them shake their stuff! I didn't know they had it in them!!! WAY TO GO BABY GIRLS!!! You do me proud!!! ;o)Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-59808474541816584522009-01-18T16:55:00.007-05:002009-01-18T21:01:42.426-05:00The Squires Bake Their First Cake!Yep, you read that correctly. They baked their first cake. They were supervised by Daughter of the King, but they were unassisted. The results we absolutely DELISH and BEAUTIFUL to behold.<br /><br />The youth Sunday School classes had a little competition. I can't remember all the categories, but two of them were best tasting and best presentation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwFideDOZqo-8OE3kd_uE7Sw7MeMQE3DyAa48UbC9kEPLGSNZS7BiLkkdn3zqReKRQLCobbYKwG0xNt84_F3vVQGv08nWVRvu5AwmhZ7nt0LQqvc2o6M3FLUdmCj6VEv7t0DU/s1600-h/DSCN1113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHwFideDOZqo-8OE3kd_uE7Sw7MeMQE3DyAa48UbC9kEPLGSNZS7BiLkkdn3zqReKRQLCobbYKwG0xNt84_F3vVQGv08nWVRvu5AwmhZ7nt0LQqvc2o6M3FLUdmCj6VEv7t0DU/s400/DSCN1113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762307539677506" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe decided to bake a chocolate chip chocolate glazed bunt cake. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-avFHRzcfkym4rmEab0n2T3hDxFreNnkFZUzS-JBBLh38PWisS3Qc2pe862SW-PMgWFD0IMAiniD7G3UxWC1smoroppZPcMMnYaMqWXJdBz7-WDeeBRhLdZM6NaX-BAgGSxKG/s1600-h/DSCN1116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-avFHRzcfkym4rmEab0n2T3hDxFreNnkFZUzS-JBBLh38PWisS3Qc2pe862SW-PMgWFD0IMAiniD7G3UxWC1smoroppZPcMMnYaMqWXJdBz7-WDeeBRhLdZM6NaX-BAgGSxKG/s400/DSCN1116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762303802069410" border="0" /></a><br />He used fresh strawberries to help decorate the cake. He drizzled chocolate glaze over the bunt cake and....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdrW96iClW9egm0fB0uDpAkUFJV_jq3yED03ekR2G0mKEa9e8g3MnjIO-UIxhfiD0-zltpczVRSMrRUzrv9qFDUsmsYaBoWuR8T4I9pigZSR2-DSIh5Uc5YBe9J2syXYvrLFj/s1600-h/DSCN1119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTdrW96iClW9egm0fB0uDpAkUFJV_jq3yED03ekR2G0mKEa9e8g3MnjIO-UIxhfiD0-zltpczVRSMrRUzrv9qFDUsmsYaBoWuR8T4I9pigZSR2-DSIh5Uc5YBe9J2syXYvrLFj/s400/DSCN1119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762298518407506" border="0" /></a><br />... the strawberries. The end result was....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-FI6hT-pHurIkgu4bto7eXO7MZhrOAb57rfwEgYHB0nKX2-5ro31KXhpSJU8M6qKK9TogeVio6KpPW8SdnotBueTjmKNRtGAEAvuNwNRq4GH9DOFPVgGcn33YgRKhI-S79b-/s1600-h/DSCN1118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv-FI6hT-pHurIkgu4bto7eXO7MZhrOAb57rfwEgYHB0nKX2-5ro31KXhpSJU8M6qKK9TogeVio6KpPW8SdnotBueTjmKNRtGAEAvuNwNRq4GH9DOFPVgGcn33YgRKhI-S79b-/s400/DSCN1118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292762287051605058" border="0" /></a><br />... BEAUTIFUL! He won second place for the best dessert presentation. People were quite surprised. They all know that our Fair Maidens have great cooking/baking skills and wondered if he had any help. But they also know that the dwellers of the Castello are not cheaters. ;o) WAY TO GO G.I. JOE!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMgC5qADvUlz3jeRU73DQC9wgnTbDO16SY4os32_sfIwOV46cOZ2_BfnvE-EnELP8oeVl4ghykZ1hQBro7rpnaqP_XZhFMirrA1JOFC20I0pkrJet7MbfS7v-YTEe8_0hEswT/s1600-h/DSCN1108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmMgC5qADvUlz3jeRU73DQC9wgnTbDO16SY4os32_sfIwOV46cOZ2_BfnvE-EnELP8oeVl4ghykZ1hQBro7rpnaqP_XZhFMirrA1JOFC20I0pkrJet7MbfS7v-YTEe8_0hEswT/s400/DSCN1108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758750229881570" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior baked a lemon delight cake. He grated the lemon and orange. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRt_poQ_rD4QgiNusLO2C4utzpjc3lsK1ZQXx96ZisHJrP42GqIuIzBr2EdQS3Jqf5CxpjiUdgdWu9hizGsSZw1jB7cEGJWr8CXScXbnwvPHb779ROSHbawzhqlu5w5iMxeec/s1600-h/DSCN1109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZRt_poQ_rD4QgiNusLO2C4utzpjc3lsK1ZQXx96ZisHJrP42GqIuIzBr2EdQS3Jqf5CxpjiUdgdWu9hizGsSZw1jB7cEGJWr8CXScXbnwvPHb779ROSHbawzhqlu5w5iMxeec/s400/DSCN1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758760319447170" border="0" /></a><br />Mixed it with drained mandarins and cool whip. YUM!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJXEN0z899TCrWBhrGU2E2QrNES_Hdkpbfsyrv0sfpSachbNfa2JNUbVXJtvlb746hJuyAJLbnMz2ipyokA_BbQjFO76DiVGRp7GTKywvU4ReKxZzzs9oZvF8S2UUCe4hUlsw/s1600-h/DSCN1107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhJXEN0z899TCrWBhrGU2E2QrNES_Hdkpbfsyrv0sfpSachbNfa2JNUbVXJtvlb746hJuyAJLbnMz2ipyokA_BbQjFO76DiVGRp7GTKywvU4ReKxZzzs9oZvF8S2UUCe4hUlsw/s400/DSCN1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758744008966754" border="0" /></a><br />Poured the mixture over the pineapple cake....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gOFzGtO2mtSv_vakzyTjeA3TDo_srFiBR7flRDSfuDtqfjvUSaQR7QnTY2A1xNNyWEyzbDr1JygWpyP-0TbL8Z3UkHNFu2K4Fa04SfdwYb7kdcTV-Ap82Dx7BobN61x1t_ro/s1600-h/DSCN1111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4gOFzGtO2mtSv_vakzyTjeA3TDo_srFiBR7flRDSfuDtqfjvUSaQR7QnTY2A1xNNyWEyzbDr1JygWpyP-0TbL8Z3UkHNFu2K4Fa04SfdwYb7kdcTV-Ap82Dx7BobN61x1t_ro/s400/DSCN1111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292758763554364786" border="0" /></a><br />... and coated the cake with the frosting. Let me tell you... it was DELICIOUS!!! All were amazed that a 12 yr. did such a great job. What can I say, he takes after his dad, his sisters and his brother! WAY TO GO WARRIOR!!!Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-13773997523958027922009-01-16T13:23:00.005-05:002009-01-18T00:07:05.099-05:00No Longer CourtingDaughter of the King and Steps are no longer courting. They have different views and opinions on some issues.<br /><br />I commend people who stand firm on their believes. Well as long as they don't judge and/or try to impose their believes, opinions or views on others. Accept the difference as long as it doesn't compromise your standards.<br /><br />Steps couldn't accept the difference of some of the issues he felt strongly about. Which is fine. When God convicts us of something, we should follow through with those convictions. But we need to be careful and not impose it on someone else. Daughter of the King was willing to accept the differences and has since the beginning. She felt as long as she didn't compromise her standards all was well. <br /><br />Now that they are no longer courting she feels that God has used this to strengthen her. Not only has she grown spiritually from this experience, but she has become wiser and maturer. She is an awesome, godly young lady. God is good... ALL the time.<br /><br />We don't know what the future holds for Steps, Daughter of the King or any of us. But we do know WHO holds the future. We stand firm on His Word. We know He is a promise keeper.<br /><br /><br />For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, says the LORD, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope.<br />-Jeremiah 29:11Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-51438788511304242432009-01-09T11:01:00.049-05:002009-01-16T00:17:03.691-05:00So Much Has Happened....... I don't know where to start! Some I can't share because it's has to do with others that aren't family members. I don't feel I can share, even though it involves my loved ones. But please pray for those we love. The evil one is working hard and we all know that this is his playground. Most importantly, we know God is greater and He prevails!<br /><br />I will share some other things that have happened...<br /><br />Thanksgiving...<br /><br />We had a great Thanksgiving. My family wasn't able to travel up this year. My dad had to work on Friday. :o( So we had a small Thanksgiving gathering... the 7 dwellers of the Castello. :o) We did had fun though...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-hlFczKhvL8HXS9kA2nB8fp7KKd-ycikP1Z5diHE503-K4uSQcgzf9xNB1jzibyfIkfIMiMDooP849wyPwR9rGADl_h2z3V-UNpcCvzUiqANyfX-yQiAYwUcy9b_Yb1OuHg1/s1600-h/DSCN3870.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-hlFczKhvL8HXS9kA2nB8fp7KKd-ycikP1Z5diHE503-K4uSQcgzf9xNB1jzibyfIkfIMiMDooP849wyPwR9rGADl_h2z3V-UNpcCvzUiqANyfX-yQiAYwUcy9b_Yb1OuHg1/s400/DSCN3870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853073049906210" border="0" /></a><br />We did what like to do most... be outside and have fun. Look at my Knight! He's still got it!!! YEAH BABY!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3daLk7Do1Elfj_lwEUcC7_zDOqWA9NMTY-6O2v1na50piqOAiEBGIB0I64GL0EeNN4sW7ZCvUfKHFQ0OHUDniREEP9vMnldemtpy-3TGwQeHKkyx8mrasNURC0pOu25PMVJwQ/s1600-h/DSCN3835.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3daLk7Do1Elfj_lwEUcC7_zDOqWA9NMTY-6O2v1na50piqOAiEBGIB0I64GL0EeNN4sW7ZCvUfKHFQ0OHUDniREEP9vMnldemtpy-3TGwQeHKkyx8mrasNURC0pOu25PMVJwQ/s400/DSCN3835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853068102592354" border="0" /></a><br />I love this picture. Can't pinpoint why, but there's something about it. The Warrior says, that G.I. Joe is using the force. LOL! We all thought that was funny.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWjlEzdxyDT3Os_ZxM0I1t_y9YiaMo0LNdapnqr2lhp4D-JH4aY5Co09cmKfaPttyqMUhIx2wC9GrsqckCvN-EAo_hVFlfojM3sW-NKawguJs-Z1jvkjiNyF_T45hY_gwnYmQ/s1600-h/PICT0058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWjlEzdxyDT3Os_ZxM0I1t_y9YiaMo0LNdapnqr2lhp4D-JH4aY5Co09cmKfaPttyqMUhIx2wC9GrsqckCvN-EAo_hVFlfojM3sW-NKawguJs-Z1jvkjiNyF_T45hY_gwnYmQ/s400/PICT0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853058345806882" border="0" /></a><br />Love this picture too. LOL! Soaring Amongst The Clouds is trying her hardest and G.I. Joe is just standing there. Love the way her hair looks. I really wish I could see her face. She's so expressive.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBdH5-MF4w-lsOv0AAsgRLlWvghBP6yqMXN1MHSeWhZzFZa_ge00KJetEi7H8QMVANz6ipnQp1rZcMs123SHl_oA6Yj06AiTfi1y6e8jw7TWj1_vl0JDCbInrXLIIjxpOak_q/s1600-h/PICT0057.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjBdH5-MF4w-lsOv0AAsgRLlWvghBP6yqMXN1MHSeWhZzFZa_ge00KJetEi7H8QMVANz6ipnQp1rZcMs123SHl_oA6Yj06AiTfi1y6e8jw7TWj1_vl0JDCbInrXLIIjxpOak_q/s400/PICT0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853059154391490" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe trying to one up his dad. My Squire has a lot to learn. Some day when he's a dad, he'll see.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sNZFHXAnLnuExxIZ50bre_ppkb4u4noEcdeECL2QNEAn9UN_hqd9sqJyzTPKzCl-8gsuyFgcNQ0ttD1769AZQ5_Ve0gQEZnGQ5A4R8ZK-_FdT9O1ERLm_zZye9ryNE-fKRNY/s1600-h/PICT0047.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8sNZFHXAnLnuExxIZ50bre_ppkb4u4noEcdeECL2QNEAn9UN_hqd9sqJyzTPKzCl-8gsuyFgcNQ0ttD1769AZQ5_Ve0gQEZnGQ5A4R8ZK-_FdT9O1ERLm_zZye9ryNE-fKRNY/s400/PICT0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290853054904069954" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior enjoyed some bb gun target shooting. He's quite good at it too.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzB3WX9GVz6E4ddDQdETDap1JiNQw4fMR3rLK9g1nJExHMmDfonxIP1QZvGfD1iYn1BBomV8nkAoIOi606JUb7RfLgz391VjsYP5Afnko2BNmiaVDs-DQA5oVGOk1dYLV3ZA1/s1600-h/PICT0045.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzB3WX9GVz6E4ddDQdETDap1JiNQw4fMR3rLK9g1nJExHMmDfonxIP1QZvGfD1iYn1BBomV8nkAoIOi606JUb7RfLgz391VjsYP5Afnko2BNmiaVDs-DQA5oVGOk1dYLV3ZA1/s400/PICT0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290850785702973730" border="0" /></a><br />I had some fun target shooting also. But I need lots of practice!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtT8vYvTRBHScFLhq7xrhDGIeDlkErH59NZ_kMohB97mNEbKWmDIE9dkbYJH5WtCJGfBYSpcvpNq14K3KAHSDuC694O_W4kJnCG9t14I5D0xM67QiTMqrX2jtRyc_977TvE3ae/s1600-h/PICT0036.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtT8vYvTRBHScFLhq7xrhDGIeDlkErH59NZ_kMohB97mNEbKWmDIE9dkbYJH5WtCJGfBYSpcvpNq14K3KAHSDuC694O_W4kJnCG9t14I5D0xM67QiTMqrX2jtRyc_977TvE3ae/s400/PICT0036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290850777831405138" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters getting into it too! She rocks in target practice too, but she rocks all the time any way.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aCdR8dCC8ePDw-sSWTFMlhGSTLxdMTeGBzwEoArWU3c-axFdi_oOlMqTtRgwcXmE9QauKA_iQTLSFNm7FX1Uqh8ml3-jf5QKEQlQIm92l4oiiINJ54hzdM51GT0qh9ObDZ5I/s1600-h/DSCN3854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-aCdR8dCC8ePDw-sSWTFMlhGSTLxdMTeGBzwEoArWU3c-axFdi_oOlMqTtRgwcXmE9QauKA_iQTLSFNm7FX1Uqh8ml3-jf5QKEQlQIm92l4oiiINJ54hzdM51GT0qh9ObDZ5I/s400/DSCN3854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290867276675960610" border="0" /></a><br />Daughter of the King was having fun shooting too, except she was using the camera.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9Xy7GNEqLTSjryyvHsouXoZNxxDNdGfvVt3WdLjQSB3lxEXpt6TRvfTHFYhbFN9y6TrrePIRMLMov3x8kI-JrZ2_APQKekx5ZoOlUaHMJBYJo9gJiAE7QMziqoGZNSnCl_QH/s1600-h/DSCN3847.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgU9Xy7GNEqLTSjryyvHsouXoZNxxDNdGfvVt3WdLjQSB3lxEXpt6TRvfTHFYhbFN9y6TrrePIRMLMov3x8kI-JrZ2_APQKekx5ZoOlUaHMJBYJo9gJiAE7QMziqoGZNSnCl_QH/s400/DSCN3847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290867273594724434" border="0" /></a><br />Daughter of the King put down the camera and got in on the fun also.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6lbrUMcSh2834MgGLqzMoETsFp4VdORWD4Cl1hPrw3RopSCzd1dQfNRkF_D_TIAm76ETI2wn6G9dJb-BUyatMipOB38WiXJea60dNGyLdWUoI3VZE_t8kNd_9Zmub4c-CHSM/s1600-h/PICT0005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE6lbrUMcSh2834MgGLqzMoETsFp4VdORWD4Cl1hPrw3RopSCzd1dQfNRkF_D_TIAm76ETI2wn6G9dJb-BUyatMipOB38WiXJea60dNGyLdWUoI3VZE_t8kNd_9Zmub4c-CHSM/s400/PICT0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290850766215032418" border="0" /></a><br />The Squires like to cook and bake. This was The Warrior's first attempt at making pizza. Daughter of the King was showing him and giving him tips on how to make the best pizza ever...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbB9-2JMU_Cz65ORuSErf1b_VjcUwSv0GlUxY01Sf8oDPFGrLXf1AHL93dguWY_l5E8rrrRmaxD_ak1NW8rFXDz-zNv1G50p3luBaPqVv8aJ6P3Cmp0MrlyDrUO8lcOF-Uhcn/s1600-h/PICT0031.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbB9-2JMU_Cz65ORuSErf1b_VjcUwSv0GlUxY01Sf8oDPFGrLXf1AHL93dguWY_l5E8rrrRmaxD_ak1NW8rFXDz-zNv1G50p3luBaPqVv8aJ6P3Cmp0MrlyDrUO8lcOF-Uhcn/s400/PICT0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290850774856695170" border="0" /></a><br />Let me tell you... it was DELISH!!! Oh, and no, this was not our Thanksgiving dinner. I put this here cause they made the pizza the day before Thanksgiving. For Thanksgiving we had our tradition dinner. Turkey, mashed potatoes, rolls, salad, corn and desserts. YUM!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ELuv9ezZDOj-tqx6eWgr7Ofi2uULKMQpv3mibZShX43jtHGfbSTLtXnebCFZDBploT7cBHo6qJyUkjka8_OTV32ZeNn77C2ZN7H1Gbejjm_jAcbRpYKkkjkMlib-G-BThp99/s1600-h/PICT0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ELuv9ezZDOj-tqx6eWgr7Ofi2uULKMQpv3mibZShX43jtHGfbSTLtXnebCFZDBploT7cBHo6qJyUkjka8_OTV32ZeNn77C2ZN7H1Gbejjm_jAcbRpYKkkjkMlib-G-BThp99/s400/PICT0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290850771339989586" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters is a fair maiden after my own heart. She's clicking away with her camera as her siblings are baking. So here we are, taking a picture of each other. I wonder how hers turned out?! LOL!<br /><br /><br />Christmas...<br /><br />We had a great Christmas. Steps, JC & his family came and had Christmas Eve dinner with us. We had our traditional dinner. Pork (my Knight cooked it...and it was FANTABULOUS!), black beans, white rice, yucca, mojo, bread and salad. For dessert we had flan, striped delight and a delicious madarin yellow cake. I made the flan, Still Waters made the striped light and The Warrior made the madarin yellow cake. The food was WONDERFUL and the fellowship was even better. I must confess, that I didn't even get around to taking pictures on Christmas Eve. I can't believe I did that! :o( But below are some pictures I took on Christmas Day...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1drsewiiL0tG7UnS28N5SJagCDf0dw93XiiAJAOxVbcp4Ba1lLr9kAGd_Fr31gPm-d_jbdO8rYB4uyixYQQgcf2FCRyBneujzrGOPJq6Kq_AGtFFinM2hVYHG6OKXubF4Nw0x/s1600-h/DSCN1332.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1drsewiiL0tG7UnS28N5SJagCDf0dw93XiiAJAOxVbcp4Ba1lLr9kAGd_Fr31gPm-d_jbdO8rYB4uyixYQQgcf2FCRyBneujzrGOPJq6Kq_AGtFFinM2hVYHG6OKXubF4Nw0x/s400/DSCN1332.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621194840231938" border="0" /></a><br />Daughter of the King was thrilled with the skin or is it decal for her laptop. It's so her. Look at that smile. She's so beautiful inside and out.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBY1d02hACUSSVfW0hhO23zKjToAtkV7DpOdfbXep6MTkBwcmzdPB2ih8oGGN-nJxQwS4Sg4KKbntEYQN6GBliS3g15O7yyBH1jXeOxhFeWzvtToAajMP2D4JJ9nhD0iTKwHHC/s1600-h/DSCN1275.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBY1d02hACUSSVfW0hhO23zKjToAtkV7DpOdfbXep6MTkBwcmzdPB2ih8oGGN-nJxQwS4Sg4KKbntEYQN6GBliS3g15O7yyBH1jXeOxhFeWzvtToAajMP2D4JJ9nhD0iTKwHHC/s400/DSCN1275.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621187610070802" border="0" /></a><br />Our Fair Maidens and I are big fans of Audrey Hepburn. Earlier this month, our Fair Maidens, our Squires, JC, Steps and I had gone to Downtown Disney. In one of the stores, I found this calendar. I knew Soaring Amongst The Clouds would like it, so I bought it. It wasn't easy keeping it a secret from her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKnJENCDeO0ck7TOsY4xl95BBCySV1lZKZFXvkNij7LrtIhxkFxvTKmAXVyads08zj86TVjW_yG80RWMm74For4nQgZeFzO7NtqsM5D6Z70YDsgq2Y7nuRsFUSH7JnOpPaJ3y/s1600-h/IMG_1008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgKnJENCDeO0ck7TOsY4xl95BBCySV1lZKZFXvkNij7LrtIhxkFxvTKmAXVyads08zj86TVjW_yG80RWMm74For4nQgZeFzO7NtqsM5D6Z70YDsgq2Y7nuRsFUSH7JnOpPaJ3y/s400/IMG_1008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621183973267362" border="0" /></a><br />Our Fair Maidens got their brothers a hat for Christmas. It amazes me how they all know each other. I mean, they really know each other. So they always buy the perfect gift. G.I. Joe and The Warrior loved their gifts.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5zAAkyFaPjUYekJPhF_PBtgVbzHV5goSxD3FGXDEQRKetc_yx16MM45-Ho-G3ohsWpdlW3ysbwBHMJdaOhH2vVVnvxELHww_A78NGshan4AFxWTV2Tsmm-nUE4AsN3tFj7Y-/s1600-h/IMG_1051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin5zAAkyFaPjUYekJPhF_PBtgVbzHV5goSxD3FGXDEQRKetc_yx16MM45-Ho-G3ohsWpdlW3ysbwBHMJdaOhH2vVVnvxELHww_A78NGshan4AFxWTV2Tsmm-nUE4AsN3tFj7Y-/s400/IMG_1051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621177989303890" border="0" /></a><br />Have I mentioned lately how much I LOVE my Knight? Well, I love him completely and unconditionally. Be still my heart...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCt_IzNBKl_gjPZFPnBavOD6dGfHF3z63CMJg51emhkXreFtjAqu8qdz6Yp3LSg4UE_eMJs9l-wbo4LJ-cHpXBnvMnsC7bbMkKWE9zlMuSFwRnJfeapv4AQOkUl-bdLC1xPog/s1600-h/DSCN1296.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFCt_IzNBKl_gjPZFPnBavOD6dGfHF3z63CMJg51emhkXreFtjAqu8qdz6Yp3LSg4UE_eMJs9l-wbo4LJ-cHpXBnvMnsC7bbMkKWE9zlMuSFwRnJfeapv4AQOkUl-bdLC1xPog/s400/DSCN1296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623547114092402" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe got an acoustic guitar and an amp. He wasn't expecting it. I can't even begin to tell you how thankful he was. We had him open the amp first. Then we told him that the store clerk told us he could us it with any guitar. He proceeded to tell us that the guitars we have can't be hooked up. We apologized and told him we were sorry and that we'd take the amp back. This went on for a little while. After everyone opened their gift and we were getting things cleared up, I went back into my room and brought out his new guitar. He loves it! Notice he's wearing the hat his sisters gave him.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKV0PTEvfycKRzUOrU6uGpovHWljSiPaFjQrArvafcZuVTKixVU6FPcBTdH9_3-W5urTO-kZierp-Or1ow1PO4-ybIMJYWQvSDTJrHR3He4DFz3go-9RTA6gv-VPU8Bad9Jp5/s1600-h/IMG_1084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSKV0PTEvfycKRzUOrU6uGpovHWljSiPaFjQrArvafcZuVTKixVU6FPcBTdH9_3-W5urTO-kZierp-Or1ow1PO4-ybIMJYWQvSDTJrHR3He4DFz3go-9RTA6gv-VPU8Bad9Jp5/s400/IMG_1084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290621170110526610" border="0" /></a><br />No one would EVER guess that our fair maiden, Still Waters, enjoys watching UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championships) or MMA (Mixed Martial Arts). She's such a petite young lady and I had the hardest time finding something in her size and a clothing design the fit her style. But I did! She LOVED it!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjC-QJpIZoPLHxuFr_8PiQwCYlQ_P8O2y0XrZnhErz2W-Lpebg8fiwqqwO20klJIafSe9QidAljGTgje7ReNq48G0LsDV8TtRdwao-QRbIMy8KDC1l6a0_MUj9cJ1U3rzJkrEZ/s1600-h/DSCN1305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjC-QJpIZoPLHxuFr_8PiQwCYlQ_P8O2y0XrZnhErz2W-Lpebg8fiwqqwO20klJIafSe9QidAljGTgje7ReNq48G0LsDV8TtRdwao-QRbIMy8KDC1l6a0_MUj9cJ1U3rzJkrEZ/s400/DSCN1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623551886236546" border="0" /></a><br />Soaring Amongst The Clouds got JC the shirt he's wearing. A while ago, the two of them had gone to a near by town to walk through their downtown. In one of the stores, he saw a t-shirt he like, but they didn't have his size. Soaring Amongst The Clouds made a mental note and the search began. LOL! It took quite some time but she found it. The closest store that carried it was one hour away. Well, Christmas morning, he took of the shirt he had been wearing when he got to our Castello and put on the one Soaring Amongst The Clouds got him. Little does he know what a hard time she had finding that shirt for him. JC gave Soaring Amongst The Clouds something that's close to his heart... his chain with a cross. As you can see, she's wearing it.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiSFzl3httHaZNVYTxXQMTKLPXjC20NlDDqub_mXxOrdj-Kp7qoOFMOqK_mA2PMmxF9i3i5-njEd_1FqTBa8kRSkUz8pcZtgq6CY4aU0RUM83CUB3gaawgNJjIW9hx1VROGEn/s1600-h/IMG_1056.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHiSFzl3httHaZNVYTxXQMTKLPXjC20NlDDqub_mXxOrdj-Kp7qoOFMOqK_mA2PMmxF9i3i5-njEd_1FqTBa8kRSkUz8pcZtgq6CY4aU0RUM83CUB3gaawgNJjIW9hx1VROGEn/s400/IMG_1056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623572702935618" border="0" /></a><br />JC doesn't like to have his picture taken. So I took this one without him knowing. I don't know why he doesn't like his picture taken. He's very photogenic. But he's very modest. Which is kind of rare. A lot of young men now a days are kind of full of themselves. They want the focus to be on them and they only care about what's going with them. JC isn't like that. He's all about others. It's refreshing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz9KaFzukt9QqJ0CI-qaodmfp8NsWJFFp6JVui0Ma9kzi0Rw0-ksFqNfl_DCINbH-g8LTnG8NXh0zr5tNEBuazaqenodzLm6O5Dpfy2liKBdy1Ss0Kq-bB4L_Vtu4lXgDhl5N/s1600-h/DSCN1331.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOz9KaFzukt9QqJ0CI-qaodmfp8NsWJFFp6JVui0Ma9kzi0Rw0-ksFqNfl_DCINbH-g8LTnG8NXh0zr5tNEBuazaqenodzLm6O5Dpfy2liKBdy1Ss0Kq-bB4L_Vtu4lXgDhl5N/s400/DSCN1331.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623562073585506" border="0" /></a><br />Our children have a tradition they came up with all on their own. On Christmas Eve, they all sleep in the same room. Since we've been living in the Castello, they have always slept in Still Water's room. I love to hear them up there talking and laughing, while I'm downstairs wrapping. Be still my heart...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadXObu_lxRPGUlp7Wq6YErrTWyGYcMklZnnIr2QnRK_YtxmrOQnABRVXwlf7Imne8SyMk0jjuZRNuayyLB9lfXhL_fMsyMXg4mGQTQra10Pis1VMAPhgMybNT8riyk7wClhU4/s1600-h/DSCN1290.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiadXObu_lxRPGUlp7Wq6YErrTWyGYcMklZnnIr2QnRK_YtxmrOQnABRVXwlf7Imne8SyMk0jjuZRNuayyLB9lfXhL_fMsyMXg4mGQTQra10Pis1VMAPhgMybNT8riyk7wClhU4/s400/DSCN1290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290623553566472130" border="0" /></a><br />Abuela (my Knight's mom), came and spent a couple of days with us. She LOVED the digital picture frame we got her. It was my Knight's idea and of course it was a GREAT idea! He uploaded or downloaded which ever way you say it, old and updated pictures. We would find her sitting by the picture frame and looking at it. She would tell us about the pictures she was seeing. It was bitter sweet to watch her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirl67J2pfq8bQGCxyFjUlG3fZj_3lMFFZML-JXzqgheLPBKBugUH9uT4yOwgbUFaaEaPxAPvxVW0TlVZ32CLEArLGeAJljg12_lBz4Os9xR2vB7wbWZT4ot2Aq2GtBPzaZiYSS/s1600-h/IMG_1121.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirl67J2pfq8bQGCxyFjUlG3fZj_3lMFFZML-JXzqgheLPBKBugUH9uT4yOwgbUFaaEaPxAPvxVW0TlVZ32CLEArLGeAJljg12_lBz4Os9xR2vB7wbWZT4ot2Aq2GtBPzaZiYSS/s400/IMG_1121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290629415575401330" border="0" /></a><br />The day after Christmas, we went to the shooting range. We just had to try out The Warrior's Christmas present. Yep, that's right. He got a 22 caliber rifle and he LOVES it! Everyone got to shoot it...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQx1D1pgZxPQREfFNiQ3uk6USKAM8R1PCyffVW-dyaV3dC7GKN7gaIq0xrZCdjlt2TSGYe3SjrTQPseKpsEzE391VNFdNK3zG27Jzpb-ygTmtoCiU_EvFLaphVREUjaDJ-0bw/s1600-h/IMG_1109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnQx1D1pgZxPQREfFNiQ3uk6USKAM8R1PCyffVW-dyaV3dC7GKN7gaIq0xrZCdjlt2TSGYe3SjrTQPseKpsEzE391VNFdNK3zG27Jzpb-ygTmtoCiU_EvFLaphVREUjaDJ-0bw/s400/IMG_1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290629406360997666" border="0" /></a><br />... and everyone LOVES it too! We also practiced with dad and mom's weapon too. We had a great time. :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTVPgFAVKu6qk0s3mn81BMhrrwfTFvEX6DQ_ih8d-rge3ap8llm4CIeIRXGkpKKAiGbmYqoxckgnaRrKY9nx9rHUNNEq2E4CmzmztDtcdWYUxgwrpJubWOsxDHn25liREeYNc/s1600-h/IMG_1150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVTVPgFAVKu6qk0s3mn81BMhrrwfTFvEX6DQ_ih8d-rge3ap8llm4CIeIRXGkpKKAiGbmYqoxckgnaRrKY9nx9rHUNNEq2E4CmzmztDtcdWYUxgwrpJubWOsxDHn25liREeYNc/s400/IMG_1150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290629405238992786" border="0" /></a><br />I must say The Warrior did an EXCELLENT job cleaning his rifle. He really knows how to take care of his weapon. He's been taught well by the master himself, my Knight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RzfEh755qsSnpjgtdUJqlty6exliVZHr7XurCOvF6lAFY59uOBb9Lz4j6o_i2F_MnJ9J5zyQ8vnFZLdUzjIM98ctokkxtlfmJ6UVA6Zw6XDDlPxZ_3we7oKv2xQGT-dxhqVC/s1600-h/IMG_1171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7RzfEh755qsSnpjgtdUJqlty6exliVZHr7XurCOvF6lAFY59uOBb9Lz4j6o_i2F_MnJ9J5zyQ8vnFZLdUzjIM98ctokkxtlfmJ6UVA6Zw6XDDlPxZ_3we7oKv2xQGT-dxhqVC/s400/IMG_1171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290629394564494818" border="0" /></a><br />JC gave the Squires a remote control helicopter. It was a HUGE hit! The were flying that thing all over the house. The Warrior decided to land it on the rooftop of one of the building in our Christmas village. He's so imaginative.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pLSnH4fzAmxC4lwIPZNJmjABIkq95ImHIUIMNpp-LjcAl4FFwucoHXhL3O_mvV73AdKPzmfho0lFgGYbZOwcDim0bMDipgBXNXmi04C5kx9t3HRJNjnhSObD6VYyIK0qDcFB/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5pLSnH4fzAmxC4lwIPZNJmjABIkq95ImHIUIMNpp-LjcAl4FFwucoHXhL3O_mvV73AdKPzmfho0lFgGYbZOwcDim0bMDipgBXNXmi04C5kx9t3HRJNjnhSObD6VYyIK0qDcFB/s400/DSCN1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290629389935526002" border="0" /></a><br />While dinner was being cooked, G.I. Joe, The Warrior, Daughter of the King and Steps played some card games. A good time was had by all.<br /><br />We had a wonderful Christmas. It was a little rocky but God is good.. ALL the time. Praise God for faith... hope... and love.<br /><br /><br />My Sister's Visit...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmw2x0HogdRuBIeXQZDajEXlQ0zioqP1Ec24GIIc0sm3EavkrL0aV2CIfnfVqvo4rqKzwzS8m2hFSkA7bu4oTPHU21HgNoT6fHj6-4vKqUftpHV3zsB9GI0C-1Ze0bvWrbfvn/s1600-h/IMG_1447.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlmw2x0HogdRuBIeXQZDajEXlQ0zioqP1Ec24GIIc0sm3EavkrL0aV2CIfnfVqvo4rqKzwzS8m2hFSkA7bu4oTPHU21HgNoT6fHj6-4vKqUftpHV3zsB9GI0C-1Ze0bvWrbfvn/s400/IMG_1447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367523345929362" border="0" /></a><br />The Boss Lady came up with three other friends. They went to the Holy Land Experience. They really enjoyed it. Well her friends decided to go shopping one night. So my sister and my family got together and went to Chili's. I'm 18 months older than her and I've ALWAYS (except during the our first 2 years of our lives) been shorter than her. LOL! So we joke around our big height difference. She calls me her little big sister and I call her my big little sister.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkRln1LuBLkuiaoXDho_wWM0B_RsLV1f7qW-pDsk8ukaVanqHVVGMelNFEMKxpHoCfzOFkbedecO1b6yScgxuobMwufgfnSLat_7o79YokbttXiR9_E_6SQ1oRb7rwnRW9rOh/s1600-h/IMG_1456.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdkRln1LuBLkuiaoXDho_wWM0B_RsLV1f7qW-pDsk8ukaVanqHVVGMelNFEMKxpHoCfzOFkbedecO1b6yScgxuobMwufgfnSLat_7o79YokbttXiR9_E_6SQ1oRb7rwnRW9rOh/s400/IMG_1456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367516671948946" border="0" /></a><br />This is very rare... a picture with The Warrior smiling/laughing. The Boss Lady said something in Spanish and when we translated it, The Warrior couldn't help but laugh. I would share what she said, but the humor would be lost in the translation. But let me just say this, my children were shaking their heads in disbelief and laughing. Well, not just my children, but my Knight too. My sister is one of a kind and I love her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0lsY8FaRFbypEYoEuJGel75gb4EQIojrONviyzrItKB43NvW-5sl2pmXvOjChoBvuHqZvw5SndVmXV5v-lR7wZAgeZ0RstACdL6rCfbrsROZeccu28LKXm3cIcoIK5cc3-fU/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_0lsY8FaRFbypEYoEuJGel75gb4EQIojrONviyzrItKB43NvW-5sl2pmXvOjChoBvuHqZvw5SndVmXV5v-lR7wZAgeZ0RstACdL6rCfbrsROZeccu28LKXm3cIcoIK5cc3-fU/s400/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291735547464017362" border="0" /></a><br />Wow, a family picture. I was about to say, "and we are all smiling", but no. As you can clearly see, The Warrior has his self controlled soldier look on. Even so, I still like this picture. It might look posed, but those smiles aren't posed, they are real. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj804ErUBk9mdu9nwj6XgZuyQrGnFwGedWQr5FtQ4ZChYZxNeDh36NX9zSXoxU0moFIX_oqg6go9sYqViqSNZAzVykheXv3obtAtiqxS9vmEQUQZVd7DwJuK91gI6llkDwwPaxh/s1600-h/IMG_1450.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj804ErUBk9mdu9nwj6XgZuyQrGnFwGedWQr5FtQ4ZChYZxNeDh36NX9zSXoxU0moFIX_oqg6go9sYqViqSNZAzVykheXv3obtAtiqxS9vmEQUQZVd7DwJuK91gI6llkDwwPaxh/s400/IMG_1450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289367501212770098" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, Still Waters and Daughter of the King were having wayyyyy too much fun at the expense of Soaring Amongst The Clouds and myself. You see my sister is very vivacious, outgoing, loud, friendly and fun. So when you are around her, you can't help but be caught up in the spirit of things. Anyway, being that we were at Chili's I had a margarita. Being that it was Chili's they have a 2 for 1. Well, Soaring Amongst The Clouds ordered a strawberry mango margarita. I didn't try hers, but mine was good. Anyway, our Fair Maidens were making fun of our "flushed" faces. Soaring Amongst The Clouds and I are light weights. Two is our limit. All I'll say is that we had a FANTABULOUS evening! It was great seeing my sister again.<br /><br /><br />G.I. Joe's braces were taken off today!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSoJuy8s66JCiEeRyPrxMmbM7kJmorHGLjUHDWWoN8B5wEEWF4u8E5TaVJmkrgQqOZmdXJ80vIQ4hn9f32Wvvv0f7TEce9WqF7QeQBYH9uTG4QwnU5jqr5-vra1BJOai-4QIZ/s1600-h/IMG_1592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWSoJuy8s66JCiEeRyPrxMmbM7kJmorHGLjUHDWWoN8B5wEEWF4u8E5TaVJmkrgQqOZmdXJ80vIQ4hn9f32Wvvv0f7TEce9WqF7QeQBYH9uTG4QwnU5jqr5-vra1BJOai-4QIZ/s400/IMG_1592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289326147430220002" border="0" /></a><br />YEAH!!! He had them on a couple weeks short of 1 year. He did a great job taking care of his teeth. Never broke a bracket! Didn't have to go in for an "emergency" visit or anything! He was a great patient. I'm so proud of him.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01QsLpr4nJgzUFJzkWux_-WNuSfSyUrRrn8p26tJZyQUTo4K9x0rFxLQd1L2v8f6PRcbnv-fxDuzwUpccFbIkxYbQyyBFsVoNJgaDyU_k5h0CN97NnzM9ZJ8_ZSQIjPVClQFA/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01QsLpr4nJgzUFJzkWux_-WNuSfSyUrRrn8p26tJZyQUTo4K9x0rFxLQd1L2v8f6PRcbnv-fxDuzwUpccFbIkxYbQyyBFsVoNJgaDyU_k5h0CN97NnzM9ZJ8_ZSQIjPVClQFA/s400/IMG_1594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289326157818546386" border="0" /></a><br />He has ALWAYS had a beautiful smile. One can't help but smile back when he smiles at you. He's got such charm and charisma. He reminds me so much of my brother. (sniffle... sniffle...<br />wiping away a tear)<br /><br />My Knight bought a punching bag. Boys and their toys! LOL!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejy_bFl_rqFjc3a6tlXVpVhrJAeMixbQcw1HnZLb_6oUg6wDfluENBH8fDS_9llFE5JwtIpPecKKAS0HqG1Y5PbJRB7Zq8RewFEuARL3lCDgvT7GTlG4eHOEDG7Sn5SS_hKee/s1600-h/IMG_1566.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhejy_bFl_rqFjc3a6tlXVpVhrJAeMixbQcw1HnZLb_6oUg6wDfluENBH8fDS_9llFE5JwtIpPecKKAS0HqG1Y5PbJRB7Zq8RewFEuARL3lCDgvT7GTlG4eHOEDG7Sn5SS_hKee/s400/IMG_1566.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289343872413427298" border="0" /></a><br />There is something about a manly man! Specially my manly Knight! Boys and young men today I find are a little feminized. I don't know, they aren't as manly as they use to be. But my Knight and our Squires sure aren't girlie. Oh, have you heard Brad Paisley's song, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZQR9l3VULWU&feature=PlayList&p=C8E3533B146FFD78&playnext=1&index=51">I'm Still A Guy</a>? I really like that song.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSf1hUviPgqop1yCDv0DhqEV-u2rXrlWr-yBDOyQu8-o8pqe3cJovZYtS2Tihyphenhyphen_lgaNrX3TfNtskxerFTKS357FODrcl0cd7fubf6IXr7GC9Oenf_3F5aielzIxZWGIK8w4P6e/s1600-h/IMG_1560.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSf1hUviPgqop1yCDv0DhqEV-u2rXrlWr-yBDOyQu8-o8pqe3cJovZYtS2Tihyphenhyphen_lgaNrX3TfNtskxerFTKS357FODrcl0cd7fubf6IXr7GC9Oenf_3F5aielzIxZWGIK8w4P6e/s400/IMG_1560.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289343868591181922" border="0" /></a><br />The Warrior having a little fun with the bag. My Knight is loving every minute of it! Wish you could see the smile on both of their faces, while they were punching that bag. They were having a great time!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LRAdzakg6Ph7h61RBW48vNIZErhvU3lafQ_8cyvwa9ywZ2mJFk9g_ejugHfnkuQASXBhNkavv_1bRsMMPoxpId6CtRsBEd22B7Hc8Ow0ZVcidubcGIEpi-bSzZS542rI7CzR/s1600-h/IMG_1565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0LRAdzakg6Ph7h61RBW48vNIZErhvU3lafQ_8cyvwa9ywZ2mJFk9g_ejugHfnkuQASXBhNkavv_1bRsMMPoxpId6CtRsBEd22B7Hc8Ow0ZVcidubcGIEpi-bSzZS542rI7CzR/s400/IMG_1565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289343878065427218" border="0" /></a><br />Afterward, I noticed The Warriors knuckles were red, scraped up and had started to bleed. My poor Baby! But he loved it! Now I hear all three of my men saying, "We want tougher knuckles, tougher forearms, touched knees..." etc... No girlie hands other than our Fair Maiden's and mine in our Castello. They are so cute! I just love my Knight and our Squires.<br /><br />Well that's enough catching up for one day. I'll try to get back on track and keep up with more frequent updates...Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-8922680529587194792008-12-14T21:27:00.051-05:002008-12-20T22:58:35.874-05:00Our Annual Disney World Family TripI have to say, I honestly can't remember EVER getting to Disney before the gates opened. But this was a first! LOL! All the dwellers of the Castello went. We also invited 7 friends to come along for the fun. We had a great time!<br /><br />While we waited for the gates to open, the crowd sang Christmas songs led by cast members. Cast Members are the employees that work at Walt Disney. Our wait time was less than 20 minutes, so it wasn't too bad at all. :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-GVl18fyL7aPKvG8wgN5CiqLY3U8-7A4XmNgVydBLQGjtxOMeWUpTcNmmmV1a_KAqviT8cySKaM6Ia4G6M7q6x0yBFEPxUZNIZQVzFekbdkVI3It0Nk5CMzeqTqf0va8-UmH/s1600-h/DSCN1928.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ-GVl18fyL7aPKvG8wgN5CiqLY3U8-7A4XmNgVydBLQGjtxOMeWUpTcNmmmV1a_KAqviT8cySKaM6Ia4G6M7q6x0yBFEPxUZNIZQVzFekbdkVI3It0Nk5CMzeqTqf0va8-UmH/s400/DSCN1928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281661484441683250" border="0" /></a><br />We were entertained by the younger ones playing with the hula hoops provided by Disney. Superstar is the one wearing the gray, GAP sweatshirt. Giggles is the one wearing the Cubs sweatshirt. Let me explain how they came by these pseudonyms. Superstar is quite the baseball player. Giggles, really enjoyed the Muppet 3-D movie at Hollywood Studios. I mean, he REALLY enjoyed it. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was really taken with the 3-D effect. It was priceless.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6mc5Wj8vBNWWVSCUOeJQ2Lj1jt4EWToqVUnuKoDI8C7iwG6WWvwhsPQu6GAWoQmQ33WYQ_ymxiuLVwknXCYqZuaCJ_j2tlEgq1QlyatjHc5kdkInrtbZ_teclqrzdNRjsp0m/s1600-h/DSCN1930.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6mc5Wj8vBNWWVSCUOeJQ2Lj1jt4EWToqVUnuKoDI8C7iwG6WWvwhsPQu6GAWoQmQ33WYQ_ymxiuLVwknXCYqZuaCJ_j2tlEgq1QlyatjHc5kdkInrtbZ_teclqrzdNRjsp0m/s400/DSCN1930.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656315763799794" border="0" /></a><br />This is their sister, Dee. I'm having trouble coming up with a name for her. So we'll go with Dee for now. She was getting into the fun too.<br /><br />Of course the first thing we went to ride was Space Mountain. But I have no pictures of that. While the older ones rode the roller coaster, Superstar and his mom, Lady D rode the Buzz Lightyear ride. Once we were done with Space Mountain, everyone rode Buzz Lightyear too. Yep, Superstar and Lady D rode it again. :o) From there, we were off to...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBih2PL_Ux3siAf8-1k1bs1q8Mmlzd65JNhE6AF_H0WHfTJAZx71YmYcADeSeaFYSLAeI6KiESILamcu9Ds2ZRkRqKaam8LoMDfG41ZrJQ3QdMt9X-UyfSqkEsTQzKWZVClI9j/s1600-h/DSCN0669.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBih2PL_Ux3siAf8-1k1bs1q8Mmlzd65JNhE6AF_H0WHfTJAZx71YmYcADeSeaFYSLAeI6KiESILamcu9Ds2ZRkRqKaam8LoMDfG41ZrJQ3QdMt9X-UyfSqkEsTQzKWZVClI9j/s400/DSCN0669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656292609820754" border="0" /></a><br />... the Race Track! Oh, this was the first time Superstar had been to Disney World. Can you see the joy in his face?! :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFD02FaRHRMQ42ThlYhVKzdTgg8TAdlompPltmHka1e_XuoqH6tXUmi7hIMooPE2YdKkZMBNn0wOORBEEaj-UyQtAghyphenhyphen6YJhZPsOOZzsiQ7Zd16AyPqPN8_UgE-6HPML0hLQYr/s1600-h/DSCN1948.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFD02FaRHRMQ42ThlYhVKzdTgg8TAdlompPltmHka1e_XuoqH6tXUmi7hIMooPE2YdKkZMBNn0wOORBEEaj-UyQtAghyphenhyphen6YJhZPsOOZzsiQ7Zd16AyPqPN8_UgE-6HPML0hLQYr/s400/DSCN1948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656320959758674" border="0" /></a><br />Dr. J (basketball is his sport) is the eldest of the four sibblings. He and G.I. Joe are the same age. They play basketball for the same school. He's a nice young man. I'm glad he and G.I. Joe are friends.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeGdl-CmGnqs3fDvXLg0W8RxNNfUJk-RVVxc_Aj5NAyw-u7V5JKZXSanXyYbTLToFB2a2enVyp_ImSl6VyzA5O3y5fObMg_qov2mQOweUzS1W9cez7uEaJCYBfUl7wEigszlN/s1600-h/DSCN1947.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFeGdl-CmGnqs3fDvXLg0W8RxNNfUJk-RVVxc_Aj5NAyw-u7V5JKZXSanXyYbTLToFB2a2enVyp_ImSl6VyzA5O3y5fObMg_qov2mQOweUzS1W9cez7uEaJCYBfUl7wEigszlN/s400/DSCN1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279839589278049986" border="0" /></a><br />I'm so glad I got a picture of Dee smiling. Turns out she didn't want to go to Disney World. She wanted to go to school. She's a little social butterfly and wanted to be with her friends. Well, she ended up having a great time anyways. :o) How can you not?! After all, it's Disney World... The Happy Place! :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCT-w-7Go1jNUQ459Eh-C-4Vzasudc9MInsDx06nFzTy2nspas-DTAtSA3WaA6aBMybAorGI07_ohnrakAlxFv0fBudDx3bJYjneyIhYD5vMaFHiwER3AVv-rW8YPZ6cn18YD/s1600-h/DSCN1945.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQCT-w-7Go1jNUQ459Eh-C-4Vzasudc9MInsDx06nFzTy2nspas-DTAtSA3WaA6aBMybAorGI07_ohnrakAlxFv0fBudDx3bJYjneyIhYD5vMaFHiwER3AVv-rW8YPZ6cn18YD/s400/DSCN1945.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279839587735927954" border="0" /></a><br />This is Giggles first time at the wheel. He LOVED it! LOL! I'm sure he can't wait until he's 15. But he's got a ways to go.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5pjDX_uBbvIPjTr_pqGtv_gCu8StLIZOcH1W3G-W_ygowKodftfSvSekv9EQyaUtQMUI7B0lYz2xOgc_YexC08u259_So5AKGXTQWZrpX3qaExAUI7FD-bbWoxDgXL7qjpcB/s1600-h/DSCN0675.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho5pjDX_uBbvIPjTr_pqGtv_gCu8StLIZOcH1W3G-W_ygowKodftfSvSekv9EQyaUtQMUI7B0lYz2xOgc_YexC08u259_So5AKGXTQWZrpX3qaExAUI7FD-bbWoxDgXL7qjpcB/s400/DSCN0675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279839583013351506" border="0" /></a><br />Gent that he is, JC let Soaring Amongst The Clouds drive. Oh, did I mention how cold it was? Well, it was in the low 40's. The sun didn't come out until almost lunch time. Wind was blowing too. So to us native Floridians.... it was FREEZING!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQZ7Rfu23YiMOw82sxGzzxd_lKXCmAeBIhObVjwWKoD1p3UxhQXYMcDzttuP28xy0gnOwuZqvrIOGBgJVOyCcb4XaaF4zocmZF_vgQMeAqSFgWABiC-MEfuEuw8CjlyLp2hEX/s1600-h/DSCN0673.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcQZ7Rfu23YiMOw82sxGzzxd_lKXCmAeBIhObVjwWKoD1p3UxhQXYMcDzttuP28xy0gnOwuZqvrIOGBgJVOyCcb4XaaF4zocmZF_vgQMeAqSFgWABiC-MEfuEuw8CjlyLp2hEX/s400/DSCN0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279839579523892722" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Steps was a gent too and let Daughter of the King drive too. Isn't that so sweet. :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXgU-ByL72pi_xKR3ncapJ3YNdp4IG_YVn-QnUx39NXA0vB07aVb_13e8_WjPROlMJJiurkABuQm6MLN_Kzc8RkhoPZpU13CcQScZrO8kviyMVwqG3xCbZHio_Gp7gXL7bP_e/s1600-h/DSCN1949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKXgU-ByL72pi_xKR3ncapJ3YNdp4IG_YVn-QnUx39NXA0vB07aVb_13e8_WjPROlMJJiurkABuQm6MLN_Kzc8RkhoPZpU13CcQScZrO8kviyMVwqG3xCbZHio_Gp7gXL7bP_e/s400/DSCN1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657908419547842" border="0" /></a><br />I'm sure G.I. Joe can't wait until he's REALLY behind the wheels. Wish I could say it'll be a while. He turns 15 next year! YIKES!!! Be still my heart...<br /><br />Next stop was the Tea Cups. Let me go on record saying, that I LOVE ROLLERCOASTER RIDES and ANYTHING THAT SPINS! But due to my ah... chiari issues, per doctor's orders, I'm not allowed. :o( So, I decided to hurry and take pictures before the ride started...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RYs2YddtiK5iMp-0_ERS7ZeVnKFKwjasx-Eai6MRNkEtFCMNRfR4HBnK2Sxz3i-bVnMRYIv3bEiO4J83r88ODi-JgaGnlNoZN7ROPX8uYh7EjaZMQ3_qKjzLpS3SUZj8aq2C/s1600-h/DSCN1955.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4RYs2YddtiK5iMp-0_ERS7ZeVnKFKwjasx-Eai6MRNkEtFCMNRfR4HBnK2Sxz3i-bVnMRYIv3bEiO4J83r88ODi-JgaGnlNoZN7ROPX8uYh7EjaZMQ3_qKjzLpS3SUZj8aq2C/s400/DSCN1955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657931546612914" border="0" /></a><br />Four of the Castello dwellers...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6YcN2KwYl3KhU7aMJpohmLi97I8vdG_kVtSws_Hy1JTVtxXoxr9RwnBV04j_jhId39anPCqSOzV7fCXGUyH32KyfhbVkeYTdJ571PutzkcTgeppsp1Vj4sPQz0GO0Oj6tO-c/s1600-h/DSCN1953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX6YcN2KwYl3KhU7aMJpohmLi97I8vdG_kVtSws_Hy1JTVtxXoxr9RwnBV04j_jhId39anPCqSOzV7fCXGUyH32KyfhbVkeYTdJ571PutzkcTgeppsp1Vj4sPQz0GO0Oj6tO-c/s400/DSCN1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657926295787970" border="0" /></a><br />Giggles wanted to ride by himself.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMMvF7wvfA45Cinyu9KxMz3PRriIWveRD_3-2snKy3iblgcsMZqS1ERUCIS5AbtvUFvM51TUv35jL9fKHjEZOtLSAK7LoCjm8M4KR6WWKKzYPNh_5iy8hrYJ0ExS-Tw2eQj37/s1600-h/DSCN1952.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyMMvF7wvfA45Cinyu9KxMz3PRriIWveRD_3-2snKy3iblgcsMZqS1ERUCIS5AbtvUFvM51TUv35jL9fKHjEZOtLSAK7LoCjm8M4KR6WWKKzYPNh_5iy8hrYJ0ExS-Tw2eQj37/s400/DSCN1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657916282945234" border="0" /></a><br />I don't think Giggles would of fit here anyway. Good thing he wanted to ride by himself. I took a picture of Soaring Amongst The Clouds, JC, Daughter of the King and Steps, but it didn't turn out. :o(<br /><br />After the Tea Cups, we headed out to Goofy's Barnyard Ride. That was a big hit too. I went into one of the stores to "thaw out". Brrrr!!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBg7dvGMky3Vmq4gLujJYKga-Btg6wE2fGiU-bSxIYjte0MzUCbolEaQy2PB0CKxh47uPdezOhkfnE8XclqXRqIIGgFoihDJMiL2iyMGlinU1pRLrL_Tb88er-IfB2BR4NQqk/s1600-h/DSCN0680.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjBg7dvGMky3Vmq4gLujJYKga-Btg6wE2fGiU-bSxIYjte0MzUCbolEaQy2PB0CKxh47uPdezOhkfnE8XclqXRqIIGgFoihDJMiL2iyMGlinU1pRLrL_Tb88er-IfB2BR4NQqk/s400/DSCN0680.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281661483554379698" border="0" /></a><br />It was decided that Splash Mountain was not going to be ridden. I'm sure no explanation is needed. Brrrr..... So we went on to Thunder Mountain.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLRK48-Kjwtn1ZyTez-nWaSzd6Hfl41yu6TotmliS44J_JP5k833OVbp9onoLVMNG31pgssTxN6IbvTaIr-iiu83CW1x929kjzaVzAUzCfTmfuRnvmQMCgyOor0tkCQkQndon/s1600-h/DSCN0682.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaLRK48-Kjwtn1ZyTez-nWaSzd6Hfl41yu6TotmliS44J_JP5k833OVbp9onoLVMNG31pgssTxN6IbvTaIr-iiu83CW1x929kjzaVzAUzCfTmfuRnvmQMCgyOor0tkCQkQndon/s400/DSCN0682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281656301525101506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Can't believe Still Waters got this picture. She turned around while riding, just to get this shot. Not bad! LOL!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4RsN7dUXvzSoyWyCqRxO6t4Mh32N0rtXONyNLG6CZ4dhL9MymUtU_jBhT2kNUghO8a7mSMQZAHYamAeS1BQ_n9T4kIN0b_qLSe4QeGhMh3tsfFnQRVCMWZY6Na45GwKSUjsg/s1600-h/DSCN1956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD4RsN7dUXvzSoyWyCqRxO6t4Mh32N0rtXONyNLG6CZ4dhL9MymUtU_jBhT2kNUghO8a7mSMQZAHYamAeS1BQ_n9T4kIN0b_qLSe4QeGhMh3tsfFnQRVCMWZY6Na45GwKSUjsg/s400/DSCN1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281657935593098002" border="0" /></a><br />I'm so glad this picture turned out. First family picture this year. I really need to take more "family pictures", but it isn't easy!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUnmKfDsKo_yU5yJVPbtgE49KPltaVU0wJxjIGOgh1U2zsakjzNGuCP97KAmtF_lMgicbV-69n5NIS61z2UwEDE0k9_HCUYLaRoKd-FIFCglOlBLjQtR6dt4qonskfvv-eehQ/s1600-h/DSCN1957.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwUnmKfDsKo_yU5yJVPbtgE49KPltaVU0wJxjIGOgh1U2zsakjzNGuCP97KAmtF_lMgicbV-69n5NIS61z2UwEDE0k9_HCUYLaRoKd-FIFCglOlBLjQtR6dt4qonskfvv-eehQ/s400/DSCN1957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281661484983902018" border="0" /></a><br />Group picture! Ok, now everyone smile! Come on now! Help me out... pleeeeease?! Pretty please?!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqxgBbAiGgKZ2vrc6ko7e6CgB8Js4GiwK1_Qlo0r4VfHTX6dJO7yy074vQU-4GdkR7-NDHSjhP7WH3vHiXKpSBUMHevB80ZOas346NFtgbt7W0vYpEboRaUMMA30-xBwswwwQ/s1600-h/DSCN0684.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqxgBbAiGgKZ2vrc6ko7e6CgB8Js4GiwK1_Qlo0r4VfHTX6dJO7yy074vQU-4GdkR7-NDHSjhP7WH3vHiXKpSBUMHevB80ZOas346NFtgbt7W0vYpEboRaUMMA30-xBwswwwQ/s400/DSCN0684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281661477649167650" border="0" /></a><br />When we left the Magic Kingdom, we had a compartment on the monorail all to ourselves. Steps decided to lay on the top of the backrest. Once the monorail got going, he fell back. Way to go Steps! Daughter of the King really got a kick out of it. LOL! <br /><br />By this time is was time for lunch (around 1p). We went to a McDonald's that right on the Disney property. After lunch, Soaring Amongst The Clouds and JC headed back home. JC had to go to work. They also had a viewing to attend after work.<br /><br />Everyone else went to Hollywood Studios. They all rode, Tower of Terror, Rocking Roller Coaster and Star Tours. We saw the shows The 3-D Muppet Show and Lights, Motor, Action! We walked the entire park. We also saw the <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/specialEvents?id=OsborneLightsSpecialEventPage&bhcp=1">Osborne Family Spectacle of Dancing Lights</a>. It was absolutely beautiful! We see it every year and I still find it breathtakingly beautiful!<br /><br />Well, we practically closed the park down. LOL! We were all very tired puppies. We stopped to eat dinner on the way home. There happen to be a Chick Filet and a Panda Express close by. The few that ordered Chick Filet carried their dinner and ate it at Panda Express. The workers didn't mind since most of us ate Panda Express "cuisine". I had never eaten there. It was pretty good for "express" Chinese food. The serving portions were very big. We even had enough left over for lunch the next day.<br /><br />We all had a great time. Can't wait for our annual Disney World family trip next year. YEAH!!!Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-27715982650032054252008-12-03T10:28:00.003-05:002008-12-03T10:47:49.835-05:00Facebook ChatI'm always logged on to facebook and my instant message account. This morning, my G.I. Joe decided to have some fun with his sisters. So he started having a conversation with them (on facebook chat) pretending to be me. This is what transpired...<br /><br />G.I. Joe (pretending to be me): I like G.I. Joe the best.<br /><br />Still Waters: ?<br />Still Waters: huh?<br />Still Waters: for what?<br /><br />G.I. Joe (pretending to be me): 4 being so awesome<br /><br />Still Waters: what did he do?<br />Still Waters: G.I. Joe is that you?<br />Still Waters: you stink<br /><br />G.I. Joe (pretending to be me): no he doesn't<br /><br />*At this point The Warrior got into it. He got on Still Waters computer and wrote, "you stink" to G.I. Joe. Then she got back on and said...<br /><br />Still Waters: i didn't write that<br />Still Waters: nice try<br /><br /><br />At the same time he was doing the same thing with Daughter of the King. This is what transpired between them...<br /><br />G.I. Joe (pretending to be me): i like G.I. Joe the best<br /><br />Daughter of the King: funny G.I. Joe, I know this isn't mom. go do your school work!<br /><br /><br />End of conversation. LOL! <br /><br /><br />Have I mentioned lately how much I love my children? Well I do. I love their sense of humor. My cup runneth over...Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-33552024390409420902008-12-01T23:03:00.017-05:002008-12-09T17:02:01.688-05:00Tennis Anyone?Well tennis fever has hit the dwellers of the Castello. Last semester, Soaring Amongst The Clouds took a tennis class. She really enjoyed it. But she really hadn't had a chance to keep playing. Until.... recently. The tennis bug has bit us... and has bit us hard!<br /><br />On and off for the last 3 weeks our Fair Maidens have been on the tennis courts. Steps and JC have also been bit. Some of their friends from church have also been bit. They have all been having a great time.<br /><br />Did I mention that my Knight and I use to play tennis? Well we did. We really enjoyed playing too. We stopped playing once we had Soaring Amongst The Clouds. Remember, Still Waters was born 10 months after Soaring Amongst The Clouds. Daughter of the King came 18 months later. I never played again. LOL! I really haven't missed it. But I'm enjoying getting back into the swing of things (pun intended) with our children and friends.<br /><br />Here are some pictures we took the other day...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnDS0j8_GDIa8RCKUb32zVTLsZlYKnn9pG0HB9KXSjJmA-p-GjrNPRg4EneR0y0rL7_4RbP7bfblAbBNY97sYxmsXEsMjIedj1wxy0krKYMQ-a_6KeVbFAgmRG5EzYO6h4ZTg/s1600-h/DSCN4030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAnDS0j8_GDIa8RCKUb32zVTLsZlYKnn9pG0HB9KXSjJmA-p-GjrNPRg4EneR0y0rL7_4RbP7bfblAbBNY97sYxmsXEsMjIedj1wxy0krKYMQ-a_6KeVbFAgmRG5EzYO6h4ZTg/s400/DSCN4030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276519289533854434" border="0" /></a><br />I LOVE this man! It's been years since we've played tennis. But it's like riding a bike. It all came back. He was awesome!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9z22En6Y-YKTXnXWhDqSqepXYrEJln9WFhiKKBYjPfRaCQS3gqH89j4KQpvbpMAsx8uc0wuPJnGinDY5iAW5VGGYnoMnSe-ELIxewbdMGG5b_nyU2Hge29qzhpK7iOxT2kqkb/s1600-h/DSCN4017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9z22En6Y-YKTXnXWhDqSqepXYrEJln9WFhiKKBYjPfRaCQS3gqH89j4KQpvbpMAsx8uc0wuPJnGinDY5iAW5VGGYnoMnSe-ELIxewbdMGG5b_nyU2Hge29qzhpK7iOxT2kqkb/s400/DSCN4017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276519282861649458" border="0" /></a><br />Still Waters had never played before. She had a good time though. I'm sure she'll get the "swing" of things. Pun intended. *hee hee hee*<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54iXEShsn3dSbdMaLbBvgWRQYxQQQEctzI7UvE8aTQErbZWuIvtNKvDr5x7pD5qcLzzTJj_DlP7Z6gz4d_CaS3W3N0rUegXn9FkQ6oRFoXXQ1XZ7SarzPgMI9pcWiwBwZQcaQ/s1600-h/DSCN3937.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj54iXEShsn3dSbdMaLbBvgWRQYxQQQEctzI7UvE8aTQErbZWuIvtNKvDr5x7pD5qcLzzTJj_DlP7Z6gz4d_CaS3W3N0rUegXn9FkQ6oRFoXXQ1XZ7SarzPgMI9pcWiwBwZQcaQ/s400/DSCN3937.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276484141399008658" border="0" /></a><br />Time to say, "good game". I believe JC and Soaring Amongst The Clouds won. G.I. Joe and The Warrior put up a good fight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrmHJAn65lUU4XtOXAaubT_GRcZL4SkcDtKZSVXNZmT5KrcHTPaW3SSyFWmJUPuBdgus-HTEDvHVOL7-LgMesVn8i8yg6v6WjmVwhXm93cIDbt7yX6cJioVmcgsLEJgGppcbn/s1600-h/DSCN4074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjrmHJAn65lUU4XtOXAaubT_GRcZL4SkcDtKZSVXNZmT5KrcHTPaW3SSyFWmJUPuBdgus-HTEDvHVOL7-LgMesVn8i8yg6v6WjmVwhXm93cIDbt7yX6cJioVmcgsLEJgGppcbn/s400/DSCN4074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276521041942243778" border="0" /></a><br />This is probably one of my favorite shots of the day. I love how Soaring Amongst The Clouds is giving her all and she's in the air. TOO KEWEL!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5MLgiFVoZHnIJBNBrceXXzJ-WeW2iflp_54DizEC2_i2T8OB4e-F0oVQOOTPCckmngXbaIoJLT6ORXcPNcn7gb1PgBaB3WY5yT10vkiY2vxx03c-CKFJjeyTzqE89xO3_JQ-/s1600-h/DSCN4071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl5MLgiFVoZHnIJBNBrceXXzJ-WeW2iflp_54DizEC2_i2T8OB4e-F0oVQOOTPCckmngXbaIoJLT6ORXcPNcn7gb1PgBaB3WY5yT10vkiY2vxx03c-CKFJjeyTzqE89xO3_JQ-/s400/DSCN4071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276521034965665218" border="0" /></a><br />JC giving it back to my Knight and Still Waters. JC and Soaring Amongst The Clouds beat my Knight and Still Waters. That's ok, a rematch will take place soon. ;o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-iXiyfM95KsIb2hU8Z8_DZToTruqP9NpiDciwWPCe22sO_swdPxGTalrO57gToC3NXqVgVSB9mOsJR9K3N-gp84NfamQ52KX8_dS5vLLCy2YCNMov0k6PXeLs52bHgMGH5ug/s1600-h/DSCN4112.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-iXiyfM95KsIb2hU8Z8_DZToTruqP9NpiDciwWPCe22sO_swdPxGTalrO57gToC3NXqVgVSB9mOsJR9K3N-gp84NfamQ52KX8_dS5vLLCy2YCNMov0k6PXeLs52bHgMGH5ug/s400/DSCN4112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276523907787993634" border="0" /></a><br />G.I. Joe is a natural born athlete. God has truly blessed him in the athletic "department".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiarVjJMdkQLlW-pkRnyimb5fqCHIENf80SD9TD04C7tLL87jR9nq1ynY4aJuraZCON2roG4y7xfTu-AZJzPNlIDqMIwvvfHxsYkfNolIvb2pex6kuRpbFXmeuaxu5i1nc_Nsfs/s1600-h/DSCN4154.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiarVjJMdkQLlW-pkRnyimb5fqCHIENf80SD9TD04C7tLL87jR9nq1ynY4aJuraZCON2roG4y7xfTu-AZJzPNlIDqMIwvvfHxsYkfNolIvb2pex6kuRpbFXmeuaxu5i1nc_Nsfs/s400/DSCN4154.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276523904651320562" border="0" /></a><br />I love being my Knight's partner. We had such fun!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmwQXvcpWJ3RuDZ84GqDZ-UYu6eqCYD0gsLYJZLm_myaaQBOKr6LDxMMiP5KAjNm6xOSN2zqaUb9uPJ2-UW2HWNedfhz8Y31ur4pQfk1A6jNMgREvBKwaEhhfar3DDWVieAOE/s1600-h/DSCN4217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZmwQXvcpWJ3RuDZ84GqDZ-UYu6eqCYD0gsLYJZLm_myaaQBOKr6LDxMMiP5KAjNm6xOSN2zqaUb9uPJ2-UW2HWNedfhz8Y31ur4pQfk1A6jNMgREvBKwaEhhfar3DDWVieAOE/s400/DSCN4217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276525634071660242" border="0" /></a><br />We're taking a breather. We are watching G.I. Joe & The Warrior play against, Soaring Amongst The Clouds & JC. I love spending time with my family.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqaXWzo2-32OL8F6S7gnDIr9vn2-UG4WCt_4xIJn2Tnz1JovVTuJM40Jl-ifgBL1EP-MkccAg9bnmoBuoH1YJQxF2IzG1LleWPKONywx2RLL9GGVxm7egKrcwvsmqNwkTwN-P/s1600-h/DSCN4224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTqaXWzo2-32OL8F6S7gnDIr9vn2-UG4WCt_4xIJn2Tnz1JovVTuJM40Jl-ifgBL1EP-MkccAg9bnmoBuoH1YJQxF2IzG1LleWPKONywx2RLL9GGVxm7egKrcwvsmqNwkTwN-P/s400/DSCN4224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276525626503624882" border="0" /></a><br />I thought this was so cute, I just had to share it. Daughter of the King and Steps lost against, G.I. Joe and The Warrior.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQmmsbEluKo3KOjJ7pTmIhO328Uj8yVrMNdzYCTJ6z7YsYrxJkzXFJ3fydj7mFqqsgXfbEuRioL1G5IFE6sxnp3fy88GwgQv3rmf-U12dIDq8seyVvytivasm5iFu9qj4t69P/s1600-h/DSCN4171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUQmmsbEluKo3KOjJ7pTmIhO328Uj8yVrMNdzYCTJ6z7YsYrxJkzXFJ3fydj7mFqqsgXfbEuRioL1G5IFE6sxnp3fy88GwgQv3rmf-U12dIDq8seyVvytivasm5iFu9qj4t69P/s400/DSCN4171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276525616870777010" border="0" /></a><br />He must of had a great shot. The Warrior's smile makes everyone else smile too. It's contagious.<br /><br />We have had a great time playing tennis. I like tennis cause it's a sport that the entire family can get into. It's also a sport that a couple can do together. Fun for everyone. Can't wait to hit the courts again!Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-21878162914775439082008-11-23T18:36:00.012-05:002008-11-23T21:03:14.060-05:00Shoot & CleanMy Knight and I went shooting today. No we didn't skip church. Sunday School was great! I'm always learning something new. My Knight is an awesome teacher. Big Church (as our children always called it) was awesome too!<br /><br />After church we all went home to have lunch. Everyone had something different. Sunday's are relaxing days. We try not to cook big meals or anything like that. Once we were done with lunch, my Knight and I went target shooting at the indoor range. Our children stayed in our Castello. They wanted to start decorating for Christmas. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tCjSAGHxlCusg6h-4Vfb5im93Qt5dJeBql5z-Ys2GGwD5zMrHkH6PMGUEs5NLfi-aWazNVftbGknLAiQ-NHdeom_4Y4S4R7l2dwOV-nqQNBO6zvK8KVq3bPXOzXo2lbIXxq-/s1600-h/PICT0053.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tCjSAGHxlCusg6h-4Vfb5im93Qt5dJeBql5z-Ys2GGwD5zMrHkH6PMGUEs5NLfi-aWazNVftbGknLAiQ-NHdeom_4Y4S4R7l2dwOV-nqQNBO6zvK8KVq3bPXOzXo2lbIXxq-/s400/PICT0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005093335927362" border="0" /></a><br />Ok, this was with Soaring Amongst The Clouds' pistol, Giovanni. Yep, she named her pistol, Giovanni. What's funny is that, that is my favorite Italian name. That's a name I would of picked if I had a pistol. LOL! It's also the name I wanted to name one of our sons, but my Knight wasn't to thrilled with it. <br /><br />I was having a little trouble figuring out how to line up the dots in the scope thingy. But towards the end, I finally got the hang of it. :o) Notice the bullseye? :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_HKPVStuzuM7w1F9ewsAwZG6kLZ-NIgzv-FxbtazFUvKfFSYP-gICc3PrfZOKDUdj_y-C00Fa4B-0NwBIkxwWl22v5FTTbmuUxYUMHnhIIh-6uo0fDcOat1r98YzfwagX0-6L/s1600-h/PICT0051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_HKPVStuzuM7w1F9ewsAwZG6kLZ-NIgzv-FxbtazFUvKfFSYP-gICc3PrfZOKDUdj_y-C00Fa4B-0NwBIkxwWl22v5FTTbmuUxYUMHnhIIh-6uo0fDcOat1r98YzfwagX0-6L/s400/PICT0051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005088236798786" border="0" /></a><br />For this target, I used my Knight's pistol. Which I LOVED!!! The barrel is longer, so it didn't have too much of a kickback. It was LOTS of FUN!!! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDB2Ag7A-4hzRa_cNs1YxhhaTorfmQFPVqlW6uj5vnKE8oEiMa87Ur1timtpeRH93WN7CVBbGm2rn437lHQahE6BYTu5fBsz8fx9NgIfda0jR5MR4OpNSxWwfn7vyXWOx3IasY/s1600-h/PICT0054.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDB2Ag7A-4hzRa_cNs1YxhhaTorfmQFPVqlW6uj5vnKE8oEiMa87Ur1timtpeRH93WN7CVBbGm2rn437lHQahE6BYTu5fBsz8fx9NgIfda0jR5MR4OpNSxWwfn7vyXWOx3IasY/s400/PICT0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272005098959243218" border="0" /></a><br />This was the target my Knight used. He reallllllly ROCKS!!! All the holes in the middle were from 21 feet away. He shot at each order from a further distance. I can't remember what it was though. Notice all the holes smack dab in the middle?! He's AWESOME!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-l44Ge1FugRF4ACyVbnUS-O6b-r9uXQwXxt8khdiQz1-KowJdIHYGkITLFfv3WtJomPVq685-38-P0DUjof8J-YM8sE2_WXdFPAcj7WguW6WwRZBXjIJuxEekQMMBjHF3crVR/s1600-h/PICT0044.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-l44Ge1FugRF4ACyVbnUS-O6b-r9uXQwXxt8khdiQz1-KowJdIHYGkITLFfv3WtJomPVq685-38-P0DUjof8J-YM8sE2_WXdFPAcj7WguW6WwRZBXjIJuxEekQMMBjHF3crVR/s400/PICT0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272002493970669858" border="0" /></a><br />Cleaning a gun is not something new to our Fair Maidens. So here, Soaring Amongst The Clouds got busy cleaning her pistol. Thank you sweetie for letting me use Giovanni. :o)<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uJWcVPYEOSEVvE9Vjx38wQ-rRFcgPdrofQZfR-2g17fksuJRZjSr0FdXD2F6eyn8zm9P73Nw2zqA8naXIvdOnzKSH8sykH1FV-R_DWP8fAx7qTQK149lA6qpuny0-UjeQWN-/s1600-h/PICT0049.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uJWcVPYEOSEVvE9Vjx38wQ-rRFcgPdrofQZfR-2g17fksuJRZjSr0FdXD2F6eyn8zm9P73Nw2zqA8naXIvdOnzKSH8sykH1FV-R_DWP8fAx7qTQK149lA6qpuny0-UjeQWN-/s400/PICT0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272002504731283874" border="0" /></a><br />Father and Daughter, side by side. I LOVE this picture! You should of heard them talking and laughing. They were so cute!<br /><br /><br />Oh, by the time we got home, our Castello was already decorated. Well, all except the tree. Turns out some of our lights are no longer working. So I need to get some more. Traditionally we have homemade pizza for dinner on the day we put up our decorations. So that's what we had. Boy was it DELISH!!! Once again, our FAir Maidens outdid themselves! Thank you Baby Girls!Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-43486794811633469332008-11-22T22:55:00.009-05:002008-11-22T23:38:55.776-05:00Cast Off!YEAH!!! The Warrior got his cast taken of on Friday.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrLY6xqc8-nfrIdm7sJ3AYezz1OX_wpEciYM1ZiyDvZszUnHJCdkHFkOEqaQGQfj40L87sNyv5oNzl-6qK5Wpewmcot3XgXAkUiGBqf6wx3bi-2QrM0qgw37eL1PFv6gJO4G1/s1600-h/IMG_0027.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVrLY6xqc8-nfrIdm7sJ3AYezz1OX_wpEciYM1ZiyDvZszUnHJCdkHFkOEqaQGQfj40L87sNyv5oNzl-6qK5Wpewmcot3XgXAkUiGBqf6wx3bi-2QrM0qgw37eL1PFv6gJO4G1/s400/IMG_0027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699649050367794" border="0" /></a><br />It so happens that The Coach was The Warrior's football coach back in 2004. He's great with children and the children love him. So it was great that he was the one that put the cast on and took it off.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqQVTk8bf3g529kMy-kpM-rdsXAqTuWsYxntceNQzQGp6VqfN_9daPlMj47jA1Lwa0cCAg2If2eJNvLPXS9YdLlcKysXyeSXjbkUd3hLkQydkF2LZkkRcl4B73kbyJut7kcZl/s1600-h/IMG_0031.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqQVTk8bf3g529kMy-kpM-rdsXAqTuWsYxntceNQzQGp6VqfN_9daPlMj47jA1Lwa0cCAg2If2eJNvLPXS9YdLlcKysXyeSXjbkUd3hLkQydkF2LZkkRcl4B73kbyJut7kcZl/s400/IMG_0031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271699646821881362" border="0" /></a><br />Did I mention that he was also the one that assisted the orthopedic surgeon years ago when The Warrior had surgery on his elbow? Well he was. He had fractured his elbow and needed two pins put in due to the severity of the fracture. Praise the Lord this time around surgery wasn't needed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Rxlid1gJ4MEOtRhepP1cYTIRzy8x9loi-UR16QwfYXzNTmqAhCoeGy3wKHKOXk8-8rTiAxGs4SRUGdhzHvPtNaXI6-rdEs6LDyNBtxK7ZDjUoyofiszINGyB_VZMs1EUOdok/s1600-h/IMG_0032.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Rxlid1gJ4MEOtRhepP1cYTIRzy8x9loi-UR16QwfYXzNTmqAhCoeGy3wKHKOXk8-8rTiAxGs4SRUGdhzHvPtNaXI6-rdEs6LDyNBtxK7ZDjUoyofiszINGyB_VZMs1EUOdok/s400/IMG_0032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271701581547646274" border="0" /></a><br />He said his hand felt very heavy and stiff. The area around the fracture was still a little swollen, but nothing compared to how it was before. The x-ray showed it healed nicely. We were told to buddy tape it for the next 3 weeks if he's going to be doing any kind of activities and when he goes to sleep. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatK272wlRiBcsxxu76qvPdU963dxmoDv2eaqOx0bb9Uj7117_PEzy3RfKKPpPbnozx1F_ZuwYtm3QCxJVwhGfxpfC2XYUpbKHqNZlIrN2VyfD2jYYU3KHoorI7c2CH_epb4fx/s1600-h/IMG_0034.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiatK272wlRiBcsxxu76qvPdU963dxmoDv2eaqOx0bb9Uj7117_PEzy3RfKKPpPbnozx1F_ZuwYtm3QCxJVwhGfxpfC2XYUpbKHqNZlIrN2VyfD2jYYU3KHoorI7c2CH_epb4fx/s400/IMG_0034.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697598846473842" border="0" /></a><br />This is the machine they used to cut the cast off. Looks like a circular saw thingy. It's and old model. Their new one broke. We hope we don't have to see these kind of tools again! <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzr7bvC9lsYOuvpScwW_sivjJpsk6xwNwpvyVIEkNqq8DBqRLuK4pGU4XcKnUsYJDozvEZXkqSSaN8wnzwlCsThtLL06NEzvKHGE-e6H2Sf_DoqKeeaPOOvNr46E5QVBOE7HQ9/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzr7bvC9lsYOuvpScwW_sivjJpsk6xwNwpvyVIEkNqq8DBqRLuK4pGU4XcKnUsYJDozvEZXkqSSaN8wnzwlCsThtLL06NEzvKHGE-e6H2Sf_DoqKeeaPOOvNr46E5QVBOE7HQ9/s400/IMG_0036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697597956012066" border="0" /></a><br />This is what the inside of his cast looked like. The Coach asked us if we wanted to keep the cast, we declined. LOL! No reason to keep that around. Four weeks of it was enough!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzGYSQMa54brQ_v890i7nOSzhSf23GibUcubfXIzas2pfSrlU9Rjnc2AL_0lNruhZxnlgSrV278UIaO_v2HSV9vr_BeDSA5RxWsk2Cvvd0ju6ADllNPvJ6_p2XGfyddDk9UXP/s1600-h/IMG_0037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzGYSQMa54brQ_v890i7nOSzhSf23GibUcubfXIzas2pfSrlU9Rjnc2AL_0lNruhZxnlgSrV278UIaO_v2HSV9vr_BeDSA5RxWsk2Cvvd0ju6ADllNPvJ6_p2XGfyddDk9UXP/s400/IMG_0037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271697596375328690" border="0" /></a><br />You can see where they cut through the cast. I don't know if I could of sat still while someone used that machine to "cut" my cast off. But The Warrior was calm and collected. He amazes me!<br /><br />All in all he's doing great. His wrist is tender and sore, but it's because he's been unable to move it while it was in the cast. He's not complaining, but I can see him favoring it. He's such a tough little guy. He goes back for a check up in 4 weeks.Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-65859769092325133602008-11-19T22:20:00.002-05:002008-11-19T22:43:00.049-05:00Today...... Soaring Amongst The Clouds, my Knight and I attended the concealed weapons class. It was awesome and very informative. <br /><br />The class was 4 hours long. There were 20 people in the class. The instructor was funny and made the class very interesting. At the end of the class, we got to shoot a target. It was awesome! <br /><br />I would of taken pictures, except, I broke my camera. :o( Yesterday, I was taking a picture of a rug I liked and I accidentally dropped my camera. Needless to say, I'm disappointed with myself and heartsick. I love taking pictures of my family, of our every day happenings and just stuff in general. I don't know if it's something work fixing or if I'm going to need to get a new one. :o(Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30112831.post-2888965240349282752008-11-17T23:51:00.005-05:002008-11-19T10:29:34.959-05:00Date Night!YEAH BABY!!! My Knight and I went out on a date. It was a last minute date. But even so, we had a great time.<br /><br />Turns out he had a Little League Board meeting. So we decided to go out after the meeting. He's the secretary. He thought it was going to be a short meeting. So I thought, no problem, I'll wait in the car. Then I figured, why not visit the outlet store and see if I can find some clothing for The Warrior. He's growing like a weed!!! I found three pairs of jeans, shirts for him and the girls. I hit the jackpot! Then I noticed that I had been gone for almost 1 hour. So I hurried back. Well, they still weren't done. So I waited in t he car. The meeting took 1 1/2 hours!<br /><br />I have to tell the truth, spending time with my Knight is well worth the wait. We went to Outback (my favorite) and didn't have to wait for a table. We talked and talked and talked some more. We talked about our children and what's been going on with who. We shared our thoughts and concerns.<br /><br />It was good to reconnect. We really haven't had much alone time lately. We know it's important to make the time for each other. Now I'm not saying we haven't talked or anything like that. But making time like we did tonight, is very important. Yes, even after 26 years a couple needs date nights. :o)<br /><br />It's good to know that we are on the same page. It's comforting to know that no matter what, we are there for one another. It's a blessing to know that we are till very much in love and are committed to each other and our family. <br /><br />When we got home JC and our children were all on the couch watching Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. JC hadn't seen it yet. G.I. Joe wasn't home yet. He had a basketball game and it was an "away" game. JC hung out with us for a while. G.I. Joe got home around 11p and he shared a little about his game. He had a great time and the won. He even scored three times. YEAH BABY!!! I look forward to his next game. :o)<br /><br />I know I've said it a million, gazillion times and I'll say it again... I LOVE MY FAMILY!!! I love hearing about their day. I love spending time with them. I love seeing their smiles. I love hearing their voices and laughter. Being a wife and a mom is all I ever wanted. Thank you Lord for blessing me above and beyond what I dreamt possible. My cup runneth over...Lady G~http://www.blogger.com/profile/09097642669166657986noreply@blogger.com0