tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6808307792063241002024-03-13T06:42:37.834-07:00Scrambled EggosSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-81997131158390736432011-02-23T09:08:00.000-08:002011-02-23T09:23:17.021-08:00Praise God!When we started to get good news about Daddio, I took a moment on my FB page to Praise God....there are many reasons for the decision to do so, but then I decided that wasn't quite right. If I only praise Him for a moment, then what's the point? Like, praise him really quick and then go on with my non-praising ways? Nah. Can't have it. So, honestly, amid my blubbering and sobbing and grateful release of tears, on Monday I dropped to the bathroom floor and clasped my hands together and prayerfully thanked Him for every blessing He has ever bestowed upon me. Like, profuesly. Yup. Tried to leave no stone unturned. I was all, "And, (sob...sob) thank you for helping me find my favorite earring the other day, and thank you for making sure my kids have shoes, and thank you...." Well, you get my drift. Foolish, Samlike, and completely cookoo? Perhaps? I just cannot tell you the way this has made me feel! Like I can totally take on the world. You pair that with a the beauty, comfort and joy of an old friend back in my life, and yes...I'm totally obnoxiously happy. I'm like...this happy! <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGSBdIlkiR_aERh9Dm-gRiXDEqX15U4sc-dffEK3caT13wljT_uQbCze9ko16YdKIAllCqTpUhymud6iuZG3VrrY9j0ZEhjjgVFp3TEgg5LU80JGFZmll2ZD-KJv90184RoEQzzHFKAGR/s1600/imagesCANYT10K.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 183px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaGSBdIlkiR_aERh9Dm-gRiXDEqX15U4sc-dffEK3caT13wljT_uQbCze9ko16YdKIAllCqTpUhymud6iuZG3VrrY9j0ZEhjjgVFp3TEgg5LU80JGFZmll2ZD-KJv90184RoEQzzHFKAGR/s400/imagesCANYT10K.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576936175582931314" /></a><br /><br />Free and happy, like this hippie voodoo weirdball chick! :) God is GOOD! :DSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-47173839279660205402011-01-09T22:04:00.000-08:002011-01-09T22:17:31.322-08:00Top Ten Tuesday on Sunday - Amy Edition<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjsfWw7N8R6SPoAsLMFByIF9xINuWnyIpWqoFA85r_LNUOARprTrd5YmN0KEzjkkK0BqxRrVsl-v3wdg1YPhiHfMIZBqR4nSU6ji8kcPWx-IQtX0qp_-kYqMbI8u-QUDz6hSaHIAIcexR/s1600/goofyaims.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 248px; height: 359px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjsfWw7N8R6SPoAsLMFByIF9xINuWnyIpWqoFA85r_LNUOARprTrd5YmN0KEzjkkK0BqxRrVsl-v3wdg1YPhiHfMIZBqR4nSU6ji8kcPWx-IQtX0qp_-kYqMbI8u-QUDz6hSaHIAIcexR/s400/goofyaims.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560437471074079378" /></a><br />Top Ten Reasons Why I Love Amy.<br /><br />10. She's always been my fashion icon. I wanted her hair so badly. I had a permanent permanent from grade 2 until highschool. Trying to get that perfect natural curl she had. Alas, I got friz...<br /><br />9. She's stinking hilarious. She makes me laugh ALMOST every day, via Facebook. I would like to live by her so I can just go over there and laugh at her. (That really doesn't sound nice, but you dig me...right?)<br /><br />8. She's real. Real moms aren't perfect...but she loves her kids more Oprah loves chicken. And she's a mama bear, I wouldn't cross her over her young! YOWIE.<br /><br />7. She's extra pretty. She may get a big head about reading this, but she's just one of those timeless, classic beauties that never seems to age, and she honestly just gets prettier with age...(Who DOES that?)<br /><br />6. She is handy. She can set a toilet, and when I was at her house recently, she was mowing. A HUGE lawn. She's a kick @$$ woman. Tough, and can handle her own stuff, thank you very much!<br /><br />5. I love how she is quirky. The stuff that she finds funny is SOO totally off the wall at times, but I totally totally get her. (One post I always remember was about driving in "packs" with people, and being on the freeway with them, and then having them exit...she felt abandoned and upset for the betrayal. Love it.)<br /><br />4. She's soooo caring. One time when we were children, she said black was her favorite color, because she felt bad for it. No one else liked it. Love that. Priceless.<br /><br />3. Her faith shines though. She loves her Father with all her heart, and it shows. I feel like she is raising her children in the Way of our Father...and that makes me very proud of her. (They...I mean they are....both of those Berg parents.) :)<br /><br />2. She's talented. She poo poos the work she does, but from her blog writing (Not kiddin' yall, I think she should be paid and stuff) to her fondant work and her Cricut stuff, I love seeing her creative fruits! She's really got a great eye.<br /><br />1. She does not take herself too seriously. She's always first to make a joke, poke some fun, or overall just be willing to laugh, even at herself. <br /><br />As you can see, for this and many more reasons, I'm a big fan. Love you, Aims! :)Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-53446278507760579892010-10-12T12:37:00.000-07:002010-10-12T12:45:24.293-07:00Top Ten from the Hunt 2010<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-solBOxiq5HXsgSDrYVJvZ0oAL0prqMTDU355mJ-X0j04lshLrT8NjozU_WhvTuheuXFg30a5v7prR_Q__R3ZjzPVKK53htn92ZgTOgb7MLdsJp1zrug367-tqrBGw4-a5UOkoTKnjqDi/s1600/hunting+2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-solBOxiq5HXsgSDrYVJvZ0oAL0prqMTDU355mJ-X0j04lshLrT8NjozU_WhvTuheuXFg30a5v7prR_Q__R3ZjzPVKK53htn92ZgTOgb7MLdsJp1zrug367-tqrBGw4-a5UOkoTKnjqDi/s400/hunting+2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527247947155490546" /></a><br />~ Top Fourteen Things Heard during Hunting Season 2010 ~<br /><br />14. Do I smell catshit?<br />13. I think this is a road, or it MIGHT be a creek.<br />12. As it were.<br />11. I HOPE you know what you're talking about.<br />10. This is blah blah springs, Dad. Yup, knew that.<br />9. Rhonda, grab all of your electonics, there's a waterbar!<br />8. What does a cashew look like?<br />7. Who is Don Quixote?<br />6. I wanted to stop talking, but everyone KEPT LISTENING!<br />5. You just want to be on Dancing with the Stars, don't you?<br />4. You just want to be on Roadhunting with the Stars, don't you?<br />3. You just want to be on Dancing with the Roadhunting Chocolate Eating Stars, don't you?<br />2. You're a candyass Pocahontas.<br />1. C'mon, Big Fat!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-67505605077570581052010-05-05T09:10:00.001-07:002010-05-05T09:10:56.614-07:00How Much Snow do YOU have on Cinco de Mayo??http://www.eou.edu/webcam/<br /><br />Still snowing. 9:00 am. 5/5/10.<br /><br />Send help. My mental health is at stake.<br /><br />Love, SamSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-24414049658529754512010-04-20T11:33:00.000-07:002010-04-20T12:44:09.586-07:00JENNY!!!!<a href="http://www.BannerFans.com"><img src="http://img412.imageshack.us/img412/8647/61476207dac89b3m3.jpg" border="0" width="234" height="60" alt="BannerFans.com" /></a><br /><br />For those of you not fortunate enough to know my cousin Jenny, please allow me to introduce her. Her name is Jennifer Lynn McCumber Komp. Ah, I can see from the applause that most of you already know her. Well, we have alot of material to cover, so please hold your applause to the end. Thank you. Yes, we all have known great Jennifers in the world. Some of you may be familiar with a little known film actor of Greek descent...Jennifer Aniston. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1zDbjzhj52gJOpiSh_jV55uAO4Rx3JAIXOvLsaom7SyaMmVJ6JK4NJeH0TBE_q6jROqjAksy8jAHvukuhvWiw0XzEHHEuEWF_i65mujAIQg5VO0HiurDAanxlo6hYnMGUnWHMdz-JOoS/s1600/jennifer_aniston1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 217px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd1zDbjzhj52gJOpiSh_jV55uAO4Rx3JAIXOvLsaom7SyaMmVJ6JK4NJeH0TBE_q6jROqjAksy8jAHvukuhvWiw0XzEHHEuEWF_i65mujAIQg5VO0HiurDAanxlo6hYnMGUnWHMdz-JOoS/s400/jennifer_aniston1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462291881125695970" /></a><br /><br />This Jennifer is pretty, talented, rich and very successful, but not quite the caliber of the Jennifer we are honoring today.<br /><br /><br />Others may know about a singer/actress named Jennifer Lopez...ya know, Jenny from the Block. She too is quite lovely, but can't hold a candle to our Jennifer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYvNwl2qK_2JZ-eUFi9BRHK9RIJQsfEmxYh0jf27LeYl7e966P6Uo-SO3ImWM2WwB9NCYc6H0R29x26cIuCun_QNdh7m_591idOTQYsq2Mwe0GZRuOnOChRDwkJptizGZTRkvX4U5xucW/s1600/jlo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDYvNwl2qK_2JZ-eUFi9BRHK9RIJQsfEmxYh0jf27LeYl7e966P6Uo-SO3ImWM2WwB9NCYc6H0R29x26cIuCun_QNdh7m_591idOTQYsq2Mwe0GZRuOnOChRDwkJptizGZTRkvX4U5xucW/s400/jlo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462293447570599202" /></a><br /><br />So, just so you know...the best Jennifer of all, the best Jennifer in the history of all Jennifers is OUR VERY OWN! We get to have her in our very own family! HOW INCREDIBLY lucky are we!?!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaxVyy7i3tg2q9xGb5UUKiA44xYoShKxPs0CZeJ1KcDp1yWXp5dZBPgaZQ2s5DwIH5Fp0POX3I6Wr2MJvVYjbKJTowc15_vdmzGdscDFxaaEpUBEI_6x0mm_rpox4ExVtvmKd1CFj_-Q_/s1600/jennymc2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfaxVyy7i3tg2q9xGb5UUKiA44xYoShKxPs0CZeJ1KcDp1yWXp5dZBPgaZQ2s5DwIH5Fp0POX3I6Wr2MJvVYjbKJTowc15_vdmzGdscDFxaaEpUBEI_6x0mm_rpox4ExVtvmKd1CFj_-Q_/s400/jennymc2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462294281162101442" /></a><br /><br />Yes, there she is. In her element. With her beautiful children, in a beautiful field of flowers. Beauty abounds!! Just look at her.<br /><br />Ok, so you're wondering why the superfluous post about our wonderful Jennifer? A) She deserves it. B) She introduced me to our friend...The Pioneer Woman. www.thepioneerwoman.com. It's only the greatest blog ever. And so, Jenny went down there, children and husband in tow and stood in line for like HOURS AND HOURS and then...and then....let me be there in SPIRIT by taking my picture. I was moved, touched, verkelmpt and all of those things!! Thank you so much. That was awesome!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7iWRhtOKWg_46qfvMnKtlBJDoa6jUWaVlcYNZLxq9NKDM0xxp9Zp624wZ8dnMvwiQ04nnZu65czXJYpCOkAOkeu6yiVSx7IXKUdR8In_Bpp_0SSh58ZcDUxUqWcf5Mrl1Htyqzo3TlVX/s1600/jennymc.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg7iWRhtOKWg_46qfvMnKtlBJDoa6jUWaVlcYNZLxq9NKDM0xxp9Zp624wZ8dnMvwiQ04nnZu65czXJYpCOkAOkeu6yiVSx7IXKUdR8In_Bpp_0SSh58ZcDUxUqWcf5Mrl1Htyqzo3TlVX/s400/jennymc.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462295663822753282" /></a>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-14997125713832085882010-03-29T15:38:00.001-07:002010-03-29T16:01:56.535-07:00GIMMIE A BREAK!!!What a break we had! Went to Oceanside on Monday, and stayed in the GLORIOUS beach house mom and dad graciously rented for us, and played on the beach, ate at the Sea Hag, watched them play the bottles, laughed until my face hurt, chewed gum biotch (inside joke) and had a MARVELOUS TIME! Hardest part was leaving this gorgeous gourmet kitchen, it was so lovely!!! Anyway, then hit the zoo on the way home. Such a nice week! Thanks, Grandma Red and Papa Big Truck!! We LOVE you!!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTymU7fHKTIuys5D1y9YdsBkek4yPrWRSKB7Bti9nZkI-0DrpZPEDhMlOA05mq8OQOoeihVuwrfNO3uvqjk4l5L9MDy4syrJAu4HteAJb2pUo_PhHbzjvOB8EgSFlST2vfz-C641dUHDzK/s1600/2010_03270156.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/AVvXsEhTymU7fHKTIuys5D1y9YdsBkek4yPrWRSKB7Bti9nZkI-0DrpZPEDhMlOA05mq8OQOoeihVuwrfNO3uvqjk4l5L9MDy4syrJAu4HteAJb2pUo_PhHbzjvOB8EgSFlST2vfz-C641dUHDzK/s400/2010_03270156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454193088572379554" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUw9AIu-uU1Mfppq0eaZwam6eDtCbzZqPUlgF78DRPa264NH92FTBseXRe_Fp2yityrXJDmOsyTwNRMnmRQjcb26UYfDyAOom1xwkH1H-8OymWl2Ymw7Me1cPU9ru2Zi9UXFfYez_HL8_V/s1600/2010_03270041.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/AVvXsEgUw9AIu-uU1Mfppq0eaZwam6eDtCbzZqPUlgF78DRPa264NH92FTBseXRe_Fp2yityrXJDmOsyTwNRMnmRQjcb26UYfDyAOom1xwkH1H-8OymWl2Ymw7Me1cPU9ru2Zi9UXFfYez_HL8_V/s400/2010_03270041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454192470092653250" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8FkfC3Cecwt3O3Y39Mm4YUzhyphenhyphenPMgoApcMnVckm12emywKDdMv5qbJeQ8KSHXhCoXp-LBELv3l0y7_A5GhwOLTHT8AhE0TYbu5w7ZFpm-RFh0EU7Wp4JLjgISd_cJptYtTewVuy8pr8VB/s1600/2010_03270029.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/AVvXsEiT8FkfC3Cecwt3O3Y39Mm4YUzhyphenhyphenPMgoApcMnVckm12emywKDdMv5qbJeQ8KSHXhCoXp-LBELv3l0y7_A5GhwOLTHT8AhE0TYbu5w7ZFpm-RFh0EU7Wp4JLjgISd_cJptYtTewVuy8pr8VB/s400/2010_03270029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454191595854142194" border="0" /></a>Cave @ Oceanside - Emma wasn't a huge fan. Can you tell? Me neither, really. Saw a BUNCH of falling rocks before entering. Yikesy poo.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lGtrla9zDQMaDzM9KMvd9uPmKU5shvczs1FhqPQr0JGEzv8Ds5EqarIAFekraSNaOnjyG_WK0MDYx56YarIlGlb8UwUzdxr7yqYvfyivtA60ANkI4qVUZkxatM8d7jh8prRRIvzSz_KH/s1600/2010_03270085.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/AVvXsEh0lGtrla9zDQMaDzM9KMvd9uPmKU5shvczs1FhqPQr0JGEzv8Ds5EqarIAFekraSNaOnjyG_WK0MDYx56YarIlGlb8UwUzdxr7yqYvfyivtA60ANkI4qVUZkxatM8d7jh8prRRIvzSz_KH/s400/2010_03270085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454190752666343858" border="0" /></a>Nonnie looks like she thinks I am going to harm her or sumpthin. :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRJW5BRq1B69J82F32BjrHH9xDpM3WsxJeahDegTHMDPPCi_IkhUsqKcoZekI6TGGZNxPWbSi-fGNCXCHhXBNDIppsMXMLaN9BPWDnEZnkvDiJpqCn28PCJS16WMgaEQqybOdQdcZbLmMG/s1600/2010_03270007.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/AVvXsEiRJW5BRq1B69J82F32BjrHH9xDpM3WsxJeahDegTHMDPPCi_IkhUsqKcoZekI6TGGZNxPWbSi-fGNCXCHhXBNDIppsMXMLaN9BPWDnEZnkvDiJpqCn28PCJS16WMgaEQqybOdQdcZbLmMG/s400/2010_03270007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454190150924219650" border="0" /></a>Baby Annie Woo. She hearts me so.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-48228008501619588792010-03-16T21:41:00.000-07:002010-03-16T21:57:08.435-07:00Top Ten Tuesday - Battles RoyalesUG. Really? I am not going to tip my WHOLE hand. I'll just post some of the ones that won't make the readers cringe.<br /><br />Top Ten Fights With Him<br />1. The other day, we argued loudly over the Toyota recall. He says brakes were the main cause, I say acceleration. Yep, he left for work pissed at me. Deeply important issue to him, apparently. We don't own a Toyota, mind you.<br /><br />2. Once we argued for miles on a trip through Baker Co because he calls Sumpter SUMPNER. SUMPNER. I don't see an "n" in that word, do you? So freaking hard headed.<br /><br />3. I assembled his hamburger bun for him one night. He comes in and says "WHY DID YOU MESS UP MY HAMBURGER!" "YOU KNOW I LIKE MY TOMATO BEFORE MY LETTUCE!!!" Wow. I hate it when things like that ruin my dinner. ;)<br /><br />4. Once he had worked really hard on the weekends, like six or so months straight without a day off. He was super tired. I always offered to drive home on the way back from John Day. He never let me. Ever. Once he finally relented. I got in, pulled out onto the road and bashed a deer. He was really really happy with me. Yikes.<br /><br />5. Once while traveling to CO, I needed to pee and was super uncomfy. He refused to stop. I finally said that if he did not stop, he would be minus one passenger. He finally stopped and I refused to get back in the rig. He laughed at me. LAUGHED. Wrong move, Bucko. I walked for miles and miles. Looking for the nearest payphone. To call Mom and Dad. To drive to UT to pick me up. (Good thing I finally got back in the pickup.)<br /><br />Ok, five. That's about all I can think of that's share-worthy. TAG! You're all it!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-32072536655638243292010-03-11T16:19:00.000-08:002010-03-11T16:25:06.453-08:00Bastikball 2010<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_77-zjnDcrDe4vWyT0ikSMoF2KWEHSc9L3NTtfdZ5Qq1SRPSe8Hp8Bkyocvk-VSZjNCdrdkx66ocv6GUmZqD69EYnat17CnJD39fAqBWLSu2lw3utnwpc_BMWUgyLDswR4299ebyXNHVU/s1600-h/2010_03090019.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/AVvXsEj_77-zjnDcrDe4vWyT0ikSMoF2KWEHSc9L3NTtfdZ5Qq1SRPSe8Hp8Bkyocvk-VSZjNCdrdkx66ocv6GUmZqD69EYnat17CnJD39fAqBWLSu2lw3utnwpc_BMWUgyLDswR4299ebyXNHVU/s400/2010_03090019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447536659352203330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZHdheGjxp9Jt_45o6GBQrqtlLkIeB9-ABlTt2Gg6AJlJa7lQ9udxWU8eSKShp6V3sExnOUdB0GlqXErDD5HBf-dEaxx3ZluGSA2-VgMyypxAgpQI6V0B_80EF5YXZdj0NcZIrIxBKQet/s1600-h/2010_03090017.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/AVvXsEiDZHdheGjxp9Jt_45o6GBQrqtlLkIeB9-ABlTt2Gg6AJlJa7lQ9udxWU8eSKShp6V3sExnOUdB0GlqXErDD5HBf-dEaxx3ZluGSA2-VgMyypxAgpQI6V0B_80EF5YXZdj0NcZIrIxBKQet/s400/2010_03090017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447536158642777522" border="0" /></a><br />Quick post to share my WNBA star with you. Another great season. Cute girls and fun. The things I allow myself to be roped into... :) She's in the purple tee, second from the right end. She did really well this season. Last season in elementary. :( Now off to big kid land next year. YIKES!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-43298295741379109872010-03-09T10:35:00.000-08:002010-03-09T10:39:01.565-08:00MY FAMILYThrough pain and struggle, loss and desperation....happiness, joy, laughter and light <br /><br />Through all the highest highs and lowest lows.<br /><br />Where would we all be...<br /><br />Without our amazing family?Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-20553074376300171422010-03-08T11:05:00.001-08:002010-03-08T11:13:53.327-08:00How are YOUR index fingers?I was just over in the main office using the paper cutter. The Marie Antionette-like large 1960's contraption that every office cannot live without....that one. I really thought I was paying attention, talking to a co-worker, cut, talk, cut, talk. She left the room and BAM! Almost chopped the tip of my index finger off. Now it's throbbing, hot and turning purple. Fun stuff. As I got to thinking about it...my index fingers have truly been through the ringer. (Not a desperate attempt at a pun, I'm serious.) Anyway, this finger...the now purple and not-severed one, also had itself SMASHED barbarically in a large 8+' metal and glass door at our local jewlery store on or around August 3, 1996. How did I remember the date? I was dropping my wedding ring off to have it soldered right before my wedding. My poor little finger had to be bandaged on the big day, and you know what? It has never been the same....and boy neither have I! (Slight digression.) The nail grows improperly and funky looking...there are two layers. Ick.<br /><br />As for the other index finger....got it STUCK in a KitchenAid mixer when I was 9 or 10. STUCK inbetween the beaters...those beaters in those days were welded into one unit...my finger was amongst the mangled mess. Sure you've all head this story...so glad Rhonda was there to "save the day". ;) Hee hee. My message today? Take care of your pointers. For they help you point, use the "T, G, R, F, E" keys on your keyboard along with MANY other things busy mommies need our pointers for. Don't chop, smash and mixer them. K?Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-90806645688349709102010-03-07T23:16:00.000-08:002010-03-07T23:22:21.713-08:00Sunday Update - My life is really boring, apparently.What a busy weekend. 50 degree temps left me itching to clean out my flowerbeds....so I hit them and hit them hard. Sissy and I worked on the front beds, cleaned out the muck and rearranged the authentic John Day river rock, and cleaned out my whiskey barrels and the berm too. It always makes my wrists sore to do all that raking. Isn't that strange that I don't ache too badly anywhere else after serious yard work...just my wrists. Such a wimpo. Then today we decided to bike ride down to the park and take some batting practice. Getting these punks geared up for baseball season, baby. T's gonna be a hitter this season, and sissy just needs her confidence back. Who knows, the glasses may help too. She can really hit when she wantsta. Stinker. Wanted to make the Pioneer Woman apple fritters all weekend, and DIDN'T get that done, so that will have to roll over to tomorrow. OH TOMORROW!!! My sweet friend just graduated from beauty school, and she is like style fashionista cutie pants kinda girl, and now I am officially one of her FIRST clients! Tomorrow is hair day. Boy do I need it. Ok, that covers it. TTFN.<br /><br />SSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-60307458800305262912010-02-09T09:38:00.000-08:002010-02-09T09:42:24.486-08:00Basketball 2010So, I'm coaching the wee girl again this year...but something dramatically different has happened this year. She's no longer the 4th grade semi-timid quiet player. She's in the 5th grade, dangit...and she's got MOOOOVES!! I couldn't be prouder of her, she's an offensive rebounding, point guard playing, defense playin' fool, I tell ya! I am going to attempt to get some pictures today. With timing the quarters, keeping the lineup straight, giving my college student ref a hard time and calling him zebra, goofing off with the girlies, and chatting with the asst. coach, I forget to photograph the games. But I will. Again, just couldn't be prouder of that little chicky. :)Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-53825020308958875092010-02-03T11:12:00.000-08:002010-02-03T11:14:25.765-08:00CRANKY PANTSSo yesterday I was a big fat cranky pants most of the morning. I think I stayed up too late goofing off on facebook, but I was OUT OF SORTS. Like annoying MYSELF cranky. Then I walked in the cold crisp air with my friend and no coat at noon. Poof. Better. That, and I had a cheeseburger AND fries for dinner. Nice to OVERINDULGE from time to time.<br /><br />The End.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-42283879570679274132010-01-22T13:32:00.000-08:002010-01-22T13:41:36.007-08:00Uno Mas - My Birthday Boy<span style="font-size:180%;">It's Jay's birthday today.<br />He's 39.<br />It's been a hard year for him.<br />He gave me my two most precious gifts ever.<br />He's got great arms.<br />He's an amazingly talented builder.<br />He's gone, so we are going to celebrate when he returns.<br />We're sad and we miss spending his special day with him.<br />He's a pill.<br />He is loved.<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbys9HsiyWlm7F3amGilryTvH6E5o06mw9Io0BlX1xgq7uAiryI0UgSQIoE1FUZfyXD_ATbN0OU5XYbe4vfvF_EsSFRucxy-WjL4kv1peCLTLv3ZqHxLL6Blh1Y39V9V4tQ-2T0pCl9YNG/s1600-h/jay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbys9HsiyWlm7F3amGilryTvH6E5o06mw9Io0BlX1xgq7uAiryI0UgSQIoE1FUZfyXD_ATbN0OU5XYbe4vfvF_EsSFRucxy-WjL4kv1peCLTLv3ZqHxLL6Blh1Y39V9V4tQ-2T0pCl9YNG/s400/jay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429680228385510050" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurZBRIYFJnG18WjTpAY_JpxGLFHYuOoSAm4gzZ4fOy7RuNOXd9QqYvg4uQlXZwM8uDLotrxJzsPG7ni3V__3Sl6agEJ0v8TawAFpZyqUa07zZ0k4NF6fsDJGzKRBnB7J4ECQnPpG5oA7P/s1600-h/jaypensive.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiurZBRIYFJnG18WjTpAY_JpxGLFHYuOoSAm4gzZ4fOy7RuNOXd9QqYvg4uQlXZwM8uDLotrxJzsPG7ni3V__3Sl6agEJ0v8TawAFpZyqUa07zZ0k4NF6fsDJGzKRBnB7J4ECQnPpG5oA7P/s400/jaypensive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429680299485458610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday, Jay!</span>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-5602963455095032712010-01-22T13:24:00.000-08:002010-01-22T13:29:19.392-08:00Poetry - A new interestNever cared much for poetry. I think I'm too dense at to get it...you know...REALLY get it. They way the author intended. I still have my doubts, but I realized the other day, like any other piece of good art, it's a gift to be enjoyed individually and interpreted individually. So, I just read those stinking words and interpret them any ol' way I want to! So there! However, even before I started reading more and more, I always liked this one.<br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"><b>PHENOMENAL WOMAN<br /> </b></span><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">by <a href="http://www.mayaangelou.com/">Maya Angelou</a></span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> </span></p><p> </p><p align="center"> <span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Pretty women wonder where my secret lies<br /> I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size<br /> But when I start to tell them<br /> They think I'm telling lies.<br /> I say,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> It's in the reach of my arms<br /> The span of my hips,<br /> The stride of my step,<br /> The curl of my lips.<br /> I'm a woman<br /> Phenomenally.<br /> Phenomenal woman,<br /> That's me. </span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> I walk into a room<br /> Just as cool as you please,<br /> And to a man,<br /> The fellows stand or<br /> Fall down on their knees.<br /> Then they swarm around me,<br /> A hive of honey bees.<br /> I say,<br /> It's the fire in my eyes</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> And the flash of my teeth,<br /> The swing of my waist,<br /> And the joy in my feet.<br /> I'm a woman<br /> Phenomenally.<br /> Phenomenal woman,<br /> That's me. </span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> Men themselves have wondered<br /> What they see in me.<br /> They try so much<br /> But they can't touch<br /> My inner mystery.<br /> When I try to show them,<br /> They say they still can't see.<br /> I say<br /> It's in the arch of my back,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> The sun of my smile,<br /> The ride of my breasts,<br /> The grace of my style.<br /> I'm a woman<br /> Phenomenally.<br /> Phenomenal woman,<br /> That's me. </span> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> Now you understand<br /> Just why my head's not bowed.<br /> I don't shout or jump about<br /> Or have to talk real loud.<br /> When you see me passing</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"> It ought to make you proud.<br /> I say,<br /> It's in the click of my heels,<br /> The bend of my hair,<br /> The palm of my hand,<br /> The need of my care,<br /> 'Cause I'm a woman<br /> Phenomenally.<br /> Phenomenal woman,<br /> That's me.</span></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">Here's one.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi34mkYp1Dbzo00J4kOZajLL0lDweDIqqhXbQkU3Tn_K6TWnfU-8jaUk6v1j8Z1vM2Eu6pRE1H7vLlF-qFW5sMcQHvY9JHPxL5A8zKaGRk95Tx8oxuAEXAh94cVCUEzLM-2ufuWqp72sDm-/s1600-h/grannygoose.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/AVvXsEi34mkYp1Dbzo00J4kOZajLL0lDweDIqqhXbQkU3Tn_K6TWnfU-8jaUk6v1j8Z1vM2Eu6pRE1H7vLlF-qFW5sMcQHvY9JHPxL5A8zKaGRk95Tx8oxuAEXAh94cVCUEzLM-2ufuWqp72sDm-/s400/grannygoose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429678890234193906" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;">So was my other gram. Unbelievably so. I miss her. Incredibly glad there are many other Phenomenal Women in my life. <br /></span></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-511298488213576242010-01-22T13:08:00.000-08:002010-01-22T13:12:57.604-08:00Friday FunnyHere's a segment I like to call Friday Funny. I'm sure it's going to be the first in a long series of friday posts of things that amuse me. (Or, more likely...this will be the only post I make this month.) Hey, I'm tryin' ok?!<br /><br />Two funnies for u:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsLzbMLoKkujjggJVJT-myqNWQtKnBQUwgTJL222OheRvurEVCIDkSWeHq0vuYowNhRctmkw2l8ow3yikDuXkUdpAHhQu8lq-k8AEIS4i6Fu4qlUk0GaPiG7p2s54qC2mrhQt2X4LFgSoh/s1600-h/calamariredneckstyle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsLzbMLoKkujjggJVJT-myqNWQtKnBQUwgTJL222OheRvurEVCIDkSWeHq0vuYowNhRctmkw2l8ow3yikDuXkUdpAHhQu8lq-k8AEIS4i6Fu4qlUk0GaPiG7p2s54qC2mrhQt2X4LFgSoh/s400/calamariredneckstyle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429674698750411890" border="0" /></a>This 'sheres redneck calamari. From my friend Heather. Yep, it's what's for dinner here in Eastern Oregon!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAfVx_kVTfYKnHc0-ecMY8KCNbpq_kGOV3CWF8zjDDEdGVXDBsWkxXH1fDT_ulbFdNRIrG0WDjKLzvOvraOVspLTWr3u-Rh8hAhc92SmZH2CKxRqOYmBbo6rAmEyMX-4aayPGbU57pT1M/s1600-h/stopsign.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/AVvXsEhZAfVx_kVTfYKnHc0-ecMY8KCNbpq_kGOV3CWF8zjDDEdGVXDBsWkxXH1fDT_ulbFdNRIrG0WDjKLzvOvraOVspLTWr3u-Rh8hAhc92SmZH2CKxRqOYmBbo6rAmEyMX-4aayPGbU57pT1M/s400/stopsign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429674798774987842" border="0" /></a><br />Funny. Yes, very. Why? Dunno.<br /><br />HAPPY FRIDAY. Love and Sunshine...<br /><br />SamSamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-10122421922041824532009-12-14T09:20:00.001-08:002009-12-14T09:42:03.483-08:00The Reason<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCUHFviJ9VGS2fMYbMKEIsZB5R6nqQx76zUsBPsmu_JAufuP-1oi-yNYzI5O84GK_Kwmbs-JdnwSz00mPYedFu2XvZPQOSX8Ttvot9w341XHFbReGEE6RO5yoQrySOfw1fBF1lu0nnjYV/s1600-h/babyjesus.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWCUHFviJ9VGS2fMYbMKEIsZB5R6nqQx76zUsBPsmu_JAufuP-1oi-yNYzI5O84GK_Kwmbs-JdnwSz00mPYedFu2XvZPQOSX8Ttvot9w341XHFbReGEE6RO5yoQrySOfw1fBF1lu0nnjYV/s400/babyjesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143281571614690" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiw3-SSCqqKYW_6L1XJuosoBDsYmHfoseoJVJroZ0TIrMvlYA5jfKWa_aHVjczj2KUVHPof80DMouOdPc1F3E_OsfC_-iRqh7UfSWTGiK2HQbO56tFHutdHaQggLeoIB9ne5dptBr56UW5/s1600-h/song-angels-l.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiw3-SSCqqKYW_6L1XJuosoBDsYmHfoseoJVJroZ0TIrMvlYA5jfKWa_aHVjczj2KUVHPof80DMouOdPc1F3E_OsfC_-iRqh7UfSWTGiK2HQbO56tFHutdHaQggLeoIB9ne5dptBr56UW5/s400/song-angels-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143203330065842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iJ74s-5RLbtMskUfRkNRenLN3LwkygViYHezzo5vb5QhnZUi5r7lJRRGHio4J3ln5pYXW9yEe6gCnM2bLpEzv4_Lfdr8qHTeE_ost8jQp9DM9uql4k9XFGhEEx8CA3z4JZdfHKRz88s6/s1600-h/hands-praying.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_iJ74s-5RLbtMskUfRkNRenLN3LwkygViYHezzo5vb5QhnZUi5r7lJRRGHio4J3ln5pYXW9yEe6gCnM2bLpEzv4_Lfdr8qHTeE_ost8jQp9DM9uql4k9XFGhEEx8CA3z4JZdfHKRz88s6/s400/hands-praying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415143133282682386" border="0" /></a>Just a reminder. :)Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-34171737995317409912009-11-06T09:29:00.000-08:002009-11-06T09:40:33.266-08:00Hiney CringeOne of my favorite bloggers of all time is PDub (The Pioneer Woman). Thanks to Jennifer, I read her blog almost daily. www.thepioneerwoman.com Her site is so refreshing to a fellow mommy with too much to do, and living a country-fied kinda life. Anywho, when she mentions something that is really too much, something that makes your toenails curl, something that is OUT of your comfort zone or is just entirely TOO embarassing, she says it makes her "hiney cringe". (What exactly, would that look like...?) Ick. Anyway, I have had two hiney cringe moments as of late. One, last Thursday at 7pm, and again this Thursday at 7pm. Ug.<br /><br />I love to sing, but only after two or more glasses of white wine, and only with my louder than average, belt it out and drown out all others, rockstar of a brother. Then and only then do I feel comfy singing. But I have two of my dearest friends that sing in the community choir here in The Big. They have for years, and say it's really good for the soul. Well, I have been WANTING to for ages, but was soooo AFRAID! I don't read music. I don't sing. I know nothing. So, I went and let 'er rip like I knew what the hellllll I was doin'. Don't get me wrong, I'm not fooling anyone. Just last night, our conductor said I need that to be "mezzo forte". Ok, big guy, comin' right up. I can mezzo forte with the best of 'um. (Mezzo usually isn't my forte. Sorry. Couldn't resist. Bad jokes are my defense mechanism when I'm scaredy.) Anyway, the first week all of the Italian notations from the conductor and on the page of Clingon in front of me, I was getting pretty slapsticky. I was NERVOUS!!!!!!!! I asked my darling gorgeous talented operatic soprano friend standing next to me..."J, this says 'Tutti' on it....are we supposed to now start singing the theme song to the Facts of Life?" Got her good on that one. She was cracking up. Anyway, concert is first weekend in December. Only three more rehearsals left. Pray for me, k?Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-33918456187018575332009-11-03T10:21:00.000-08:002009-11-03T10:55:06.332-08:00I'm PsychIC...not PsychOSo, baby boo was feeling ill yesterday, so I stayed home with him. While I was sad he was sick, some days you can literally feel childhood slipping away, giving way to adolescence, puberty, college, marriage, his retirement...you kno? It's all too much. So, I was honored to have a chance to sit in the chair, cuddle him under the fuzzy pink throw and watch cartoons for hours. It sure helped him feel better. Daddy and Sissy went to run errands in the evening and we were having a Jenga tourney. While watching the World Serious. I said, "Oohh, honey, Chase Utley's up. He's hit like seven homers in the series so far, he's got two on, and if he knocks this one out, it would make a three run homer." Sure enough, that pitch. Schmack. Outta the park. It was funny. T got a huge kick out of it. Then he said "I was praying and praying." Powerful boy, that one.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-38021723108913327462009-09-03T12:57:00.000-07:002009-09-03T13:11:31.485-07:00Blogging SchmoggingThis other person currently living in my home read my blog. For maybe the first time ever. After the exciting tales about the summer that the kids and I had enjoyed... his beef? I commented that the "real spark plugs" of the family had done the siding removal. Not good. So, maybe I will stick to postings about nothing. How about this "Back to School" gem from my sissy, sent to me in an email.<br /><br />Btw...Which aisle is patience on? I need the bulk/economy size.<br /><br />Anyway, get a load of this..<br /><br /><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#004080;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:12;" >H</span></span><span style="color:navy;"><span style="color:navy;">ow<span class="EC_Apple-converted-space"> </span></span></span>to fail a test with dignity.</b><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIvDVE14vRUhjElm4bbdn4SJzAAY_R6nUNRQViUu0i_9kMYQ2LeGj4FKuz_9tDYbffKMEqmaNRiR0um-ENcTEFd5D6aolVl35yEsdfLGtFV2mnumWTqIFi2VP8kGDuWiV_2k4g_b1TvWB/s1600-h/10.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRIvDVE14vRUhjElm4bbdn4SJzAAY_R6nUNRQViUu0i_9kMYQ2LeGj4FKuz_9tDYbffKMEqmaNRiR0um-ENcTEFd5D6aolVl35yEsdfLGtFV2mnumWTqIFi2VP8kGDuWiV_2k4g_b1TvWB/s400/10.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377334474090860274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAFHY99KYh2BQhYTv5XAL3oAfhCOdu3qHjXNpqTVKnQivVNquzrOnxzzbuKMVVTPx1C5XftdbsvjcnbBDvIHqotUSLYIM4t-RTGC-xJQ75NltkEwMiBBbi_SHSVAnhrA8Id1tToTrmGEd-/s1600-h/9.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:12;" ><br /></span></span></b><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#004080;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 64, 128);font-size:12;" ></span></span><span style="color:navy;"><span style="color:navy;"><span class="EC_Apple-converted-space"></span></span></span></b>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-2410532651776314722009-08-20T10:29:00.000-07:002009-08-20T11:38:39.522-07:00Summer 2009<div>This is all I can seem to do on the blog lately is save up months and months of material and then spew it forth in one shot! Here's a rundown of summer... <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div></div><div></div><div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div>House. We have been needing to side the sucker for...ahem...awhile. So, the real sparkplugs of this family got out there and started demo. That would be myself and the babies. Oooh...demo is my fav. Second shot is after siding. Right now we are typar-ed and waiting for channel. Then we foam and side. SLOW process. </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100700798946274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_orKHGIG51UsTND8HySe4qTsZx1UymcHABBDKwGMCuyePjKceXcZScir4Cs1iukrZxlpjwlTnYVfp3hvgvpYgvikD44DA85ur8QVimiX_IPT6odu6SLuyMGXc48dL5y-PwtKpO0GuFJk3/s400/006.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372104450155735730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1dLADNEtSledAyWttmGx7BkRzklYdCFRZy5KglnBh3GkHJCEMWG89dZO0lU4WGNoe5L8xkWeilv258m3fIU31ff9wPy-rv7Py9ekPWt-d1xhP-hHuroOTiGdBfYrnQnlQA5nPPmbHbFAc/s400/2009_07200059.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372100148960165186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaAmTucfrDzaDtf9Ybb8mMmoaJSH-oOAHD2JAXDlW28iqbQJcmm46mAwpEhOq4eksUf8mr7q22xYh_B39X7vkr7v-d5C2X3FNM6F6IaWytwfPWPsxdvbrCi5d52lxPhz54yob2IyLqprWG/s400/001.JPG" /></div><div>The best dern crew a mommy could ask for! Get those kids a raise!</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 397px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 313px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372103409428738034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLMj2Hmu8tvr9rLqq7dNGo7mQ8na2tyQKtqhJCNBcf7LvkV6miH2P7w2stx7TlhXpiOFIqTp2DGWVV6nEndZVn1BwTI58XpHPtqOkFCVerbYnOiRqpwTuHzNcC4R_kQqQ0MnG1UiXVhPbz/s400/010.JPG" /> Fourth of July with Grandma and Grandpa in Dayville~so much fun! Uncle Andy hit it out of the park that night.<br /><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372102404016157778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99Jpzt5i1c_knjeUrQJMkDBYOfS-RMQQQIEItyG8CwOCiBt9m9x8nZvCdCdvYuCADhWG1a4BlAw5Yaaa9-SzBAC1d-L-hoP1j8H9O_JW5CE3f7qpQiQwouhIfM6v61yJnyV9sOiZPnrZA/s400/069.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 394px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372101707946601602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQdwzlurzOV2HB4WGDjIgDCNE1tS_FLROk3D49D3B1LfOsOtEQi9tfrFHrrCmnvzgqrKcAxqXfYJI7YBRQK63O1OPmBnel7rVP6-kZYumgL3_NZ7-ay2TSBqD2Sh-cwAtSIYGGUtReJW7J/s400/047.JPG" />Camping for a week plus with the Dickens clan at Unity. Blissful. Even with the rattlers. This is the kid crew in my tent trailer. CUTE runs in this generation!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 446px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 358px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372105338321328802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdQy2DrpTk14LnCWX3T53WjlstRgZCucXZZ93fctiRrL5mYk_OndnPr0MKzpYi6IiLAWXnKan1NVGETCq0pWQlR0gyv2tLJC8ygyxmSrb3JVIsR3zLijcZp9llnRilFHgohgh5sApH-SW8/s400/2009_08150005.JPG" /></div><div>Emmy even got a little riding in with Kay.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 427px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372103064184047842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2WlVQBUuqxNYA7QU0PrhXu9evb09u1i1EWf_yG-LlJTOECEA2u2f4WMWVW1tFUh6dLn8bgQ-jXYkaDP1bKA13xDXK0IK2_TdNLjQ3p2354ZlWbXjaesbQ2-IOKmDS5nRCoPaFxZtAkmCA/s400/2009_07200015.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>Then camping for an extra long weekend up at Spring Creek with the McMasters and McCumbers...it's a McCampout! Little baby Holly puppy. We all heart Holly.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 360px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372103937141977266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYhc3rLQJOnFyP6PSyTWlkkGajGckPUuMGc2fiCTPgY1hjfPLAp0kf8Py4dIkkjz33_p5WTe_cAam23YSZCSHPZI_JDuyw7u-tAYXqfy6H-n2KL9ia_5zhaWQZN8qr35jFXMY4xNljtEWk/s400/2009_07200029.JPG" /></div><div>Dad lookin like he's a fixin to open a tall can of whoop ass on me...but actually I think he was animating his story.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyICFXMSlJZDtR2MHbAkSYtfKPidH03-9MYdkyPtlrlNR5_kd7_8nr9Y3Mcf70G-6bVFOqt7RqWSFvx8f7edg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div>Emmy and Papa riding Dave Myers four wheeler. It was a big hit.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>Emmy had yet another wedding needing her flower girl services. Our cousin Ryan asked us, and we were honored to accept his invitation. SUCH a nice day on a big ranch out by Heppner. Truly a romantic day. The shot of Ryan and Eva on horseback brought real for real tears to my eyes. It was really a beautiful and special moment. My wish is that they will love each other forever. Amen.</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 433px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 325px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372108299789149842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5BKY7agLMJqulSfjXv1vwn0hGNbBUH62M5ovF99wsXYzHnJWyfaFOgwqBZcEMnYS_TwBugIksIqPKw0kElbr8qH8Ik9yS3S9T5A7WTfShVTK9QWhl0gOSDWXaDxh0M7CnJpfKmR8Rc5Iu/s400/2009_08150037.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 437px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 314px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372107404751509826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4s2mf0xeLa983AEd8ray9qBpk8MlIcqsBvKDqHy0ooLHK4y4sVobegkMffTcy_BT7F2iDUH0yNLPsVKfAMT82YAW7DRKJndylQljEUq6ac_Si6L3ao-OnuMIAOhTHyuUTOiC63KxGoGku/s400/2009_08150045.JPG" /></div><div>Tristan and Isaac throwing meadow muffins at one another. We're country kids..throwing cow crap at one another is instinctual...it's like breathing. Too dang funny.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 388px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106224138407634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkTcadvryYD29am7U3d8DIoNupVUkxbbZ52IrDa0aeJZsSlhB1OBYkWPGlgSqs-yvCN8cFIkfuFnYHe3DD00SFAmhXYL7Au6f_IKDy87ftF6nhE5TxOTE_u3-99FZ4jzsBoVbcuJ2gw-i1/s400/2009_08150020.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Emma and Keegan. So cute.</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 540px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372106567486378354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHcN_qK-x9e2LEvz-XHd7R1YKoSwLzHE4jeUiQqlbDZwlRk62IzQt-zRU1Prdp6WSxoHeHzxBXOE39v8YSVsfgTBbYZq_3DcfZyWSnQSK2s645zbyQ8aODw-qWSvDIlSFJIMSYixfRLw8O/s400/2009_08150051.JPG" /></p><p>The sunset between Lexington and Hermiston. So beautiful. I had to stop the car and get a shot. The sun is indeed setting on summer. We have alot of fun to squeeze into the next week or so. Hope your summers were all you had hoped for!</p><p>Love and Sunshine, </p><p>Sam</p>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-46479725731717872832009-07-13T23:40:00.000-07:002009-07-13T23:48:44.348-07:00Camping...is alot of work! Just got back from Unity where we spent a week with Mom's side. There were quite a few of us there, and we had a great time! Jay got to try his new Valentine's Day present/wakeboard and totally tore it up! I am not the best boat driver ever, but I am getting better and better. You'd think after ten years I would be GOOD. Anyway, the kids had fun on their little towable thingy too. Jr and Artie both killed rattlesnakes while we were there, not fun stuff. Anyway, then I ran home (love to tow over Dooley mountain..can I get an amen?) and washed all the laundry and cleaned the house and starting prepping for Spring Creek. You have to bring your A game for this campout, people. The menu? Grilled sausage and potato packet, taco salads in individual dorito bags, baked potato bar and angel hair shrimp pasta. Dessert? Scratch coconut cream pie and also an angelfood strawberry creamcheese trifle. <br /><br />Y'all come!!!Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-19023568056223594972009-07-06T13:55:00.000-07:002009-07-06T14:08:24.157-07:00Codger Butts Drive me nuts!<div>So, recently I read about some dumb$&^# buying the wrong chemicals for his flowers. Not sure HOW a person could do that. Perhaps it's just age, creeping in. It's sad, really, that the old geezer is losing his faculties...but I guess it's time. Like the circle of life, really. Wanted to find a nice photograph to lift his spirits...to help him feel better about himself and his adult onset of dyslexia. (I mean really, aging is spelled with no e...it's tragic.) Anyway, I am also putting the finishing touches on a Solo manual that I hope to share with everyone at Spring Creek, because with this turn of events, he may not remember a heart from a diamond next time he makes a pitiful attempt to play. Anyway, this picture represents Uncle Roger to a T! It speaks to the heart of who he is. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355456520767427810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizeou4ya92WSnCIWFIcr7G1y4h6JZ7zNz4RHWBwiTPXiVTMWxcXGCrQl1HNMhnT3VChfewPXcmIomkI3B9iX4HwJw1whKB4CFTPnj_KP2a89LiVNJAuu-xXJQQmhSQM2xrDDeR6qeRSk84/s200/2009_0607party0062.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>(Gotcha, sucka.) (Hope your sense of humor is still intact.) </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>LOVE and big gooey kisses on your cheek,</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Yer favorite wonderful talented smart and amazing niece</div>Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-55933798696222578822009-06-24T09:29:00.000-07:002009-06-24T09:38:29.286-07:00TRANSFORMER DAY!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36TrSeeOiJUUXZ-vxV5ITwNmS2W_dFZUD-nVwymx366vRB8vM8oMmPrPxU7ASEwgTwTHAQGhhlmTQO6n3L5BPXRxOYa8A1bJn_OkGIFvPryjSjtEB3Z2hUajjC7dsGr8VwONWxTaN7lNH/s1600-h/transformersrevengeofthefallen_smallfinal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh36TrSeeOiJUUXZ-vxV5ITwNmS2W_dFZUD-nVwymx366vRB8vM8oMmPrPxU7ASEwgTwTHAQGhhlmTQO6n3L5BPXRxOYa8A1bJn_OkGIFvPryjSjtEB3Z2hUajjC7dsGr8VwONWxTaN7lNH/s400/transformersrevengeofthefallen_smallfinal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350934304894479218" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Oh, people. Sit. Let me tell you something. This day has BEEN A LONG TIME COMING. From the first day my son watched the first Transformer movie, he has been awaiting June 24. It's scribbled in Sharpie on the calendar in his sister's hand, its a benchmark for other dates..."is that before the Transformer movie comes out, or after?" It's like BT=BC or AT=AD. It's funny stuff I tell you what! So, today has arrived. The day that will bring my son such joy and happiness. (Especially that he is getting to watch another PG-13 movie. Usually I pre-screen the PG-13 material and then zip through the icky stuff. I'll have to use the 'hide his eyes' technique in the theatre, I guess.) Anywhoozle, I am taking him today to the matinee. Maybe. I was thinking of doing mommy and brother only, but then sissy might get bummed. However, I did just mommy and sissy at the theatre when Nemo came out, but we didn't even HAVE a T-Bone then, did we? Or, we could do family movie night tonight...usually we only go to the Drive-in as a family. So, you see my conundrum? I need your help. What would you all do?Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02404063083796681777noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-680830779206324100.post-61522099126130875522009-06-16T13:02:00.001-07:002009-06-16T13:09:15.719-07:00BABY BOY BIG BOY 7!!!Some pretty IMPORTANT stuff has been taking place at our house...but I was alone for the month of May, so we were dealing with the "hair on fire" only issues. Blogging fell away from the list of important stuff.<br /><br />MOST importantly, Tristan's 7th BIRTHDAY! Big fun. First real sleepover. All about Transformers. Good stuff. Here's a little hint of the fun. The BIGGEST HIT? Apple Bobbing. 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