tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22218801840139098082024-03-13T02:43:37.082-06:00Utah GirlsKarlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.comBlogger384125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-76660671549735090262013-02-01T08:43:00.001-07:002013-02-01T08:44:09.040-07:00Made me smileAs I was walking around this morning picking up misplaced shoes, gloves, toys, and other objects I noticed something new on my wall. <br />
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At first I noticed it was my super duper sticky shipping labels, stuck to the wall. I had put them away long ago because we had stickers on doors and walls and chairs and the stickers don't really come off. I was a bit upset when I noticed it on my wall... Again, something for me to clean up after. <br />
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Then I saw what was on it and I guess it's that change of heart that takes place. Instead of being angry my heart melted a little. Amber drew a picture and wrote on it "Amber is osum Sam is kool!" And then it says "like pu beecus I am osum" when you look up it says, "mad bi Amber and Sam". Translation, Amber is awesome, Sam is cool. Look up because I am awesome. Made by Amber and Sam. <br />
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They each drew a family of snowmen. So cute. I will probably leave it on my wall before I worry about getting the super super super sticky label off my wall. <br/><br/><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWo86Nwr44Fy1C6jLVktaE8N5kwRKYpLVv9NWGEupvR9jnClgkyAvDKnHOGy4_utA6lpqsuv3WOqPwh_Vuc5LJQ7x-XnaLOlMOvnFSESxgkwT4rlZAVk08tv3nIfh-FKxpKA8uChl1gjPp/s640/blogger-image--1334355967.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWo86Nwr44Fy1C6jLVktaE8N5kwRKYpLVv9NWGEupvR9jnClgkyAvDKnHOGy4_utA6lpqsuv3WOqPwh_Vuc5LJQ7x-XnaLOlMOvnFSESxgkwT4rlZAVk08tv3nIfh-FKxpKA8uChl1gjPp/s640/blogger-image--1334355967.jpg" /></a></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-14028917673913723342013-01-09T08:46:00.001-07:002013-01-09T10:15:46.286-07:00I'm not the same...Last year I kind of starting getting fit, it might have even been the year before that, in 2010. I started running. I mean started! I think the first race I did was a 3k. I thought I was going to die!! I really am not a runner! <br />
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Even though I had been overweight, and according to BMI and other standards I was "Clinically Obese" which I kind of just thought I was good enough still, I was moving, I was active (or what I thought would be active) I played with the kids. I wasn't one of those moms at the park that would just sit on the bench because they couldn't play or walk around. I felt like I often was doing physical things with my family. <br />
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Like I said, I entered a few races, never trained really good enough to really do well at them, basically just barely finishing them. I would be sore the next 3 days or more from running. This went through the summer of 2011. I lost a few pounds but nothing really to notice. My hubby who is a runner told me to start running and I would drop all my weight that way. After all that is what he does each year, he gains a few pounds during the holiday, starts running in January getting ready for his big races, and ta-da.... he drops the weight he gained plus more. Yeah, didn't work for me, plus I HATED running! It's hard to be motivated by something you dislike so much!<br />
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November of 2011, I had a gorgeous perfect friend that invited me to her workout classes. They started at 5 AM, yes 5 in the morning! I was like, yeah.... no thanks!! I am not a morning person. I would prefer to stay up until 5 in the morning than go to bed and get up at 5 am. She had done some sort of "challenge" blah blah something and lost body fat. I was not sure where that fat came from because in my eyes this woman is one of those you want to hate... she is unbealivably beautiful, he hair is alway perfect, she looks good in anything she wears, even when she is shoveling mud she looks cute. You know the type right...? Well that is this friend. I finally decided to try it out. I thought it would be fun because it was more weight kind of traning and I LOVE weights and being strong. And anything was better than running!<br />
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I go to this class, barely getting out of bed, and here are these other "barbie" workout girls. I was thinking REALLY? Here I am, BIG and I can't keep up with them, I am sweating so much I feel like I just stepped out of the shower, and I am having a hard time catching my breath. Yeah it was that fun. <br />
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I was embarressed to be there with these other ladies that seemed so fit and fabulous, I felt like I had nothing in common with them, I wasn't going to come back! When I got home I was thinking about it and was really being honest and asking myself, why am I not going back? The reason I wasn't should be the real reason really to go back. Be uncomfortable, be imbarressed, what ever it took, I needed to do it to get the happiness that I wanted when I looked in the mirror. <br />
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I'm not talking that happiness when you look in the mirror because you look so HOT and you want everyone to be jealous of how wonderful you look. I'm talking about the happiness that I could look in the mirror and like who I saw, the happiness that comes from liking the person I am. Many years I would look in the mirror but not liking what I see. I knew the person I was/am is an amazing person but I didn't ever see that. It was hard to see that through the unkind thoughts in my head and how disgusted I felt at myself and the way I looked.<br />
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This truly was such a blessing in my life! My friend surely was inspired to invite me to come with her as a friend. I was always be so grateful for her to spur me on when I needed it. The timing was perfect! The same challenge my friend had done, was being repeated in Feb 2012. I was up for the challenge of it, and was so glad I did it! I not only loss some weight but I was finding that person inside again too. It was very emotional for me and spiritual too. <br />
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This is a picture that was taken in Sept 2009. I may have lost a few pounds or gained a bit of muscle since this picture and before the challenge, but I was the same weight on the scales really. <br />
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I had a BMI of 38.4 (obese catagory) when I first started working out and then after the challenge I had a BMI of 29.9. Still in the "overweight" catagory. I lost 6% body fat, and gained 6% muscle. <br />
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The challenge consisted of 12 weeks of workout plans, meal plans, and 4 inspirational sessions. The things I learned during the challenge I have adopted in my life and my eating habbits and life style. I became more flexible too which I hadn't really counted on. I was able to put my wedding ring back on, something I took off shortly after I had my twins who are now 10 years old. </div>
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I think the biggest change has really been my attitude, my outlook, and the way I feel about myself. I think that is the biggest thing I lost. I did go on to lose a total of 60 lbs which spanned from before and after the challenge until about the time school started again. <span style="font-size: xx-small;">With the holidays and other things, I have put a few pounds back on.</span> I lost a total of 11 inches off my waist and 7 inches off my hips too. Amazing right! Something else.... I went from a size 18 <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(probably really size 20 but I couldn't bring myself to buy that size) </span><span style="font-size: small;">to a size 10 in jeans. Is that amazing? Crazy really!! This was all in a 6-8 month time frame. </span></div>
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Sometimes when I am with my husband and we are at a store or something, he wonders off and I do, he can't find me because he forgets I look so different. Funny huh! I few times I have seen a picture or video of someone in the back ground and totally thought it was someone else in my family. Those are the little things that make me smile. </div>
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I also ended up running the Epic Relay Race with my husband in August (I think that is when it was). It is like the Ragnar Relay where it is a 12 man team, each runner runs 3 different times. It went from Logan, UT to Jackson, WY. Fun... even if you don't like to run. I am totally doing this again this year! (If you are interested let me know, we still need some runners.)</div>
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With all that being said, it is again that time of year to start getting ready for the challenge if you want to do it. I am totally signed up for it. If you want more information, go to her <a href="http://befitwithjolie.blogspot.com/">blog</a> for details. She also has FREE yes, FREE classes on Saturday at Westlake High School at 6:30 am. </div>
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I know I still have a way to go, but I feel so much better. If you have any questions or want more details, feel free to talk to me too. I would be happy to share with you the things I have learned or have done. I have wanted to do this post for about 6 months or so, but you know how life gets, and I am also one of those people that feel like it has to go in order. I am all out of order now... I'll have to play catch up and go back I guess to do the older stuff. </div>
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The picture below is from Nov 2011, at the Gov. Gala and then the other picture is from July 2012 with my size 18 pants that no longer fit me. I still have those pants though.... I'm keeping them as a reminder! ;)<br />
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Every time I brush her hair it takes a while and she cries because its tangled and has knots in it. Recently I was brushing Samantha's hair while she was standing on a stool in front of the bathroom mirror. As I brushed her hair, I saw her little face all scrunched up trying to be brave, trying not to cry, and I realized it was time. <br />
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I wanted her hair long, but poor girl was having a hard time each day we brush it. I asked her if we should cut her hair. She still wanted it. And we is. <br />
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I think it looks cute. Amber's hair got long again, and she asked if she could get her's cut too. Amber's hair is always awful to brush! <br />
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Two girls got their hair cut! And I think it looks cute! I hope brushing will be easier and quicker with less tears shed too. <br />
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Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-69542992236377986512012-11-02T18:00:00.001-06:002013-01-09T08:28:20.241-07:00Halloween 2012Emily ran out before I could really get a picture of her. She wanted to be a "Girly Girl" is what she called it. She wanted things to be extreme and things she normally wouldn't wear... Lots of sparkles, dark makeup, her hair all done, pink stuff. Not that she doesn't like pink, but she always says she isn't a "Girly girl" and I agree, she isn't super fussy about all the glamorous things advertised for girls. <br />
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Lindsey wanted to be a voodoo witch. It was lots of fun making. She looked very gross! I could hardly look at her. Not sure if you can tell but she even had brown teeth. There were all sorts of things hanging from her skirt, snakes a bird, voodoo doll, spiders, skulls... many things from Halloween stuff. Even a rat! Her costume was lots of fun. <br />
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Lauren wanted to be a pretty witch, whatever that meant I wasn't sure. People would refer to the girls as a bad witch and a good witch. Lauren was pleased with her costume. <br />
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Amber was a princess, Costco costume made easy. We did spray her down with glitter. <br />
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Samantha was a fairy which also came from Costco which made it easy. <br />
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The grade schoolers, Lindsey, Lauren, and amber had a Halloween parade at school. Lindsey didn't wear her wig or much makeup for school. The individual pictures were taken right before school. I painted Samantha's face like 3 times and then just gave up. <br />
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It was my year to take the girls around trick or treating. We got way too much candy and I, myself ate way too much candy too! <br />
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Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-61560616103772381942012-11-02T17:31:00.001-06:002012-11-02T17:32:04.244-06:00Insufficient storage quotaSo I got a cool app on my phone so I can download pics and post to my blog. I thought it would be easy. Although after all this time of putting pics on and writing captions and stories, it gives me some error message when I try to publish it. Anyone getting that too? Any ideas how to fix it?Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-58895295411338003912012-08-09T11:28:00.000-06:002012-08-09T11:28:25.804-06:00The DogThe dog is always in trouble, most days I am ready to get rid of him. It may be because he chewed up someone's shoes or toys or he ran away and didn't come back when I called him. And then when I go to chase him down he just runs further or barks and won't let me get him. Then once I do get him, I will grab his collar, he will try to bite me then flop down on the ground making it nearly impossible for me to pick up this 80+ pound mut to take him home, as he continues to bike and scratch me as I attempt to drag him home. <br />
The girls love him, and sometimes I like him a little too. He is quite a funny dog when he isn't running away or chewing up things. He wants to be with the kids. <br />
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When the kids are playing outside he goes crazy, wants to play with them. He will be alittle too playful when the little ones ride their bikes as he chases them and knocks them over sometimes.</div>
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He seems to be doing pretty good with potty training and for the most part minding his manners in the house as far as food goes. He still begs which I HATE! He is funny because he will leave a hot dog on the table all night long, and yet if something is on the kitchen counter, which is higher, he seems to think that is better food or its okay to get. I spent one night making this egg fritata breakfast for Robert and I to eat for the rest of the week, part of a fitness challenge we were doing, and the dog ate the other 5 servings of it. This is what I found when I came back down stairs. </div>
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He left it on the counter and everything, but just ate what he could until I came down stairs. It was a big 9x13 dish with like 18 eggs in it. Another day Lindsey had made a batch of no-bake cookies. The cookies were cooling on foil on the counter, he ate EVERYONE of those cookies and part of the foil. I was so mad at him. I told him I hoped he got sick. I basically cursed myself. I was at a workout class the next morning and got a text that said the dog made a mess, if I didn't have carpet cleaner I might want to pick some up. I got home with a bottle of carpet spot cleaner. To spare you the pictures, lets just say it looked like I had a herd of cows in the house that went to the bathroom everywhere. I guess Amber woke up and saw it and thought it was mud. I spent the whole day cleaning the carpet. I spot cleaned it then I shampooed the whole carpet. He also threw up on my couch that morning too. He was very close to getting booted out the door!</div>
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Ok, so maybe I had something to do with getting the dog. This is what I saw in my mind when I got the dog, and it trapped me. Recently I saw some little puppies and the girls and I went over and looked at them, I felt myself weaken and I was almost pulled into the little girl and dog trap again. I asked Rob if we could get one. Seriously, isn't this the cutest thing ever? Girls and dogs? It's a trap I was once pulled into... My mind turns into mush and I can't think straight. I think how cute and how fun puppies are. That just looks like happiness right there!</div>
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The next morning was the morning of the carpet cleaning, I was so happy that I didn't get another one. I'm afraid that one day I will be pulled into the trap again. I hope I can be strong and think with my head and not how cute the girls are with this little cuddly puppy that will turn into a monster eating toys and shoes, have vet bills, expensive dog food, have to be boarded when we go out of town, and makes everything so hairy! I hope I remember all that again when I see those cute little things. Wish me luck!</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-2491340197083337642012-08-09T11:17:00.000-06:002012-08-09T11:17:41.479-06:00Sept 2011 GardensThe Gardens at Thanksgiving Point is one of the favorite places the girls like to go. If you haven't gone and you have the oppurtunity to, definitely go. They have many different sections of the garden that are different things such as the Rose Garden, Secret Garden and others I can't remember. We went out to the pond or water part of it. They have a little boardwalk over the water. The lillies were very pretty and the fish were super fun to watch. Unfortunately I didn't know they had a dispenser for fish food that took quarters, which I didn't bring any. <br />
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I think Lindsey took these pictures of the flowers. <br />
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The girls managed to find a few fish food pepples that got dropped on the board walk. <br />
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We found a little green frog toot hat was blending in with the surroundings, it was hard to see him. It took forever for the little girls to spot it.<br />
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This was another part of the garden, Lindsey was upset so she stopped smiling in the pictures and at times didn't even get in the pictures. I can't remember what her complaint was, but she did get better later and was happy again.<br />
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There's that beautiful Emily!<br />
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There's cute Amber too!<br />
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Lauren wanted an action picture. I am glad I caught it at the right moment. I could have been in big trouble.<br />
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Amber is delighted to get her picture taken again, Lindsey is still upset with me.<br />
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Lindsey is back to her happy self again. <br />
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Samantha was getting tired of pictures, so she just sat and waited until we were done.<br />
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This was in the secret garden. Amber was missing from the picture.<br />
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This was a fun little garden too, a carousel. It's kind of hard to see how cute it is from the picture, Lindsey thought it was pretty fun too. <br />
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All the walking around made it tiring for the little ones, but they all had no problems rolling down the hill at the amphitheater. <br />
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The last thing we did was went to see all the waterfalls. It was a fun time.<br />
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The girls were ready to go home when it was time, but it was a place they ask to go back to often. I wish we would have visited it more often when we had the membership. Maybe another membership is in our future. <br />
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Here she is getting ready to get her hair cut.</div>
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Ready....set.....cut! It was hard to do it, but I was pleased with the out come, and so was Amber!!<br />
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She LOVED it!!</div>
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You can see how much we cut off. I was a little in shock but she was in love with her shorter locks.<br />
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Lauren is super excited to go back to school and see all her friends and excited about her new class.<br />
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Emily is going into 6th grade, she is excited for her new teacher, and I can't believe she will be in Jr. high in one more year. That scares me! She is growing up too fast! She too has missed many friends during the summer months. <br />
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All the girls were ready to go back to school. I however felt the summer went too fast, and I still had a list of things I wanted to do with them while they were out of school. I have the same feeling every year when school starts back up. I am the one not ready for it. </div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-29531578930031290772012-07-08T12:05:00.000-06:002012-07-08T12:05:28.063-06:00Aug 2011 Camping tripWe went camping with some friends up one of the many beautiful canyons here. The girls love to camp, but it is so much work for just an over night stay that I would prefer to stay a few nights. That is exactly what we did. It was so much fun!<br />
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Amber turned into some creature... she was super funny and was easily entertained.<br />
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We went on several little hikes. One of which Lindsey fell and really hurt her leg. It was scraped up really ugly looking. Poor thing. She was pretty brave still though.<br />
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Samantha had an addition to the flash lights and laterns. She kept playing with them even when it was day time.<br />
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Samantha had a little friend her very own size and age.... and they have the same hair too. When we get together with this same family, I always mix the two girls up because they are alike in many ways.<br />
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These are the earrings that one of the cute girls made me for my birthday. Wasn't that so nice. My birthday was the first day I think we got there. It just so happened, they matched my shirt pErFeCtLy! And this is the only way Samantha would nap, which wasn't very often while we camped.<br />
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Amber is entertaining herself again, she found dirt, that was enough. She even moved her camp chair to this little opening of trees.<br />
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Lindsey was entertained too, her and a friend tried to make fire by using the magnifying glass. They got it smoking a little. <br />
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I think this was called the Devil's kitchen. It was a hike, but it was super short. I do love the red rocks though.<br />
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Here is another part of the rock formations.<br />
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One night Robert's parents came up to visit and have dinner with us. It was fun to have them come visit. They couldn't stay the night. They looked and looked for a little camp trailer so they could camp with us, but it never really worked out. Then they had a scheduling conflict.<br />
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We drove and looked around a little bit up around the canyon. It was beautiful, but you won't catch me looking too far over the edge or getting close even. <br />
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Gorgeous!! I didn't have to get any closer to figure that out. <br />
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Emily was enjoying the scenery too.<br />
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There was only a few boys compared to all the girls, but these young teenager was a very fun part of it all. He was so good with the girls, was helpful, and the girls thought he was SOOO funny! He was funny. It was great to spend time with his family too. <br />
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Everyone is waiting around for some yummy dinner and desert too, dutch oven style. YUM!<br />
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Lindsey and her friend are getting smoked out... <br />
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When we packed up from camp on our way home, we stopped to go fishing. We saw a little deer across the way coming down for a drink.</div>
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Lauren thought it was pretty fun to fish. <br />
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Lindsey was having a good time too. <br />
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We spotted a little chipmunk too. He was looking for left over food.<br />
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Samantha and Amber were okay with fishing, but since there was just one pole, and it was too big for them, they just played in the dirt. That was fun enough.<br />
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Emily was getting the hang of fishing too. <br />
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Here's a whole line up of fisherman, I don't remember anyone catching anything. We did find a dead fish, but that one didn't really count. Robert also accidently threw his phone in the water, he thought it was his knife. It survived okay, luckily.<br />
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One last time to fish before we go home. Robert and Lindsey are trying out a different place, but still no luck. <br />
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It was time to go home. It was a fun camping trip, a good way to end the summer before school started back up. The girls always ask when we can go camping again.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-52104962861695609422012-07-08T10:35:00.001-06:002012-07-08T10:35:11.563-06:00Rose Gardens Sept 20112011/2012 we had a membership to Thanksgiving Point. I think the thing the girls liked the best was the Gardens. They were beautiful. Emily even took my phone around taking pictures and also getting names of different plants she would like to get for our own house. The girls had a great time. It was hardly even busy, we saw a few people but it wasn't bad. The weather was nice and warm but not too hot. It was perfect!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Going into the Rose Garden.....<br />
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Amber is such a picture person, she is always saying "take a picture of this" or "now this picture" she is pretty funny with it. Samantha likes it too but she isn't demanding or requesting pictures, she just smiles nicely when I tell her to.</div>
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These two girls are great friends too. There was a time that I felt really sad for Amber who was just a baby it seemed herself when we brought a new baby home from the hospital. It has turned out great, but I felt really quilty not having that special time with her. I guess as a mom, no matter how things work out, maybe not matter what, I would always feel bad that I didn't do something better. <br />
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Emily is getting to that age where she really doesn't want her picture taken. I find also that because she kind of avoids the camera or doesn't ask for those pictures like some of the other girls do, I don't have as many pictures of her. We will go some where and when I look through pictures later, I don't have any of Em or any good ones of her being happy looking. She sure is a helper for me, and very thoughtful and considerate... when she chooses to be. (I think that is the teenager in her getting ready to take over.)<br />
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Lauren was smelling all the roses trying to see which ones smelled the best. <br />
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Lindsey was happy to get her picture taken in the Rose Garden.<br />
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Isn't she so pretty! That girl Emily is just a beauty, she has the best smile too, when you can catch her smiling and not rolling her eyes at you. I miss that Emily in the picture here. <br />
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It looks like these girls were up to no good. They can be a bit of trouble sometimes, they seem to find trouble easily. <br />
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Amber sure is lucky to have such wonderful sisters, Emily is so great with her, and Lindsey and Lauren are big helpers too.<br />
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Emily is taking pictures in the Rose Garden. This part of the garden reminded me so much of my mom, who LOVES roses. Such wonderful varieties and colors.<br />
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Okay so the first two pictures have nothing to do with the Ragnar, but they were sunsets from the beginning of July 2011. This is looking out the front of our house. So cool huh! It looked so much better in person.<br />
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For Ragnar it isn't uncommon to see crazy costumes and crazy decorated cars. Robert was getting ready for his Ragnar race and he was looking for some good costume ideas. He was looking for wigs and all that. The girls were helping him with the wigs he found. <br />
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Robert got some cool pink sunglasses to go with the pink wig. Then one of the girls tried out the crazy wild black hair. She felt like a rock star! I think Robert found some fun glasses to go with this one too. <br />
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Amber looks a little funny with this hat and wig combo. You gotta love her poses. <br />
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After all that digging in the costume box, finding matching glasses at the store.... Robert forgot all about bringing it, so he didn't even use them. Too bad, it was good stuff! Maybe some other race time.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-84413339270656823012012-06-11T16:02:00.000-06:002012-06-11T16:02:39.558-06:00WA Ragnar July 2011For the last few years Robert has been a part of the WA Ragnar team, Running on Fumes. It is an Ultra team which means they have 6 people instead of 12 and they run basically 2x the amount. The first year it was a huge challenge since one of the guys didn't ever show up so they were now a 5 man team running what 12 people typically run. Most the years he enjoys it and looks forward to doing it again. <br />
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This is at the starting line. This is the team all ready to go. Robert this year was runner #1, so he started the race from the start line. <br />
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Even though he looks all ready to go and all, he was super nervous, as he is with most of the start of his races. I am not sure what he is ever nervous about... he always does better then he thinks he will do. <br />
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It kind of looks low key at the starting line compared to the starting line in Utah, so that is what I hear. I haven't ever really been to the starting line of the one in Utah so I couldn't tell you for sure. <br />
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He is quite a running machine! <br />
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It's always kind of bitter sweet when he comes up for the race. It means several things, a night usually alone with him, which is a nice little get away after a long vacation and a long time being gone/away from my hubby. It also means that our time is just about over being in Washington with family which makes me sad and kind of lonely. I usually also stay up North with my sisiter and brother until the race is over which is always fun. We usually get together with our other sister that lives near by too. <br />
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When the Ragnar is over, I have a few more days until we normally head back home. Since we moved to the West side of the lake, it never felt like I was coming home. This year it did feel like I was coming home. It only took nearly 3 years to feel like it is home. That is a nice feeling, even if I am leaving my "home" with the family I grew up with, I take my own little family back to our own home. Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-12204677753467542312012-06-11T15:34:00.000-06:002012-06-11T15:34:20.312-06:00Last bit of July 2011 stuff<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
The weather wasn't the greatest while we were in Washington, last year in July 2011. The kids didn't complain much about it really. There was not much pool time for some. Others just swam in the rain. We also rode horses in the rain one time too. Toward the end of our trip, it warmed up a bit and was nice enough to float the river. Robert was able to go too. It was our first float of the year and it was late July. Unfortanetly I didn't get any pictures of that, or I don't remember taking pictures. The kids do love the teeter totter or as Amber calls it, the "up and down."</div>
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One day my mom's sister, Aunt Linda invited the girls and I up for a weenie roast and to also do ceramics. She has all sorts of cool stuff to do ceramics with. Great ideas and patterns and all. The girls had a lot of fun doing it. They also got to take home some Christmas ornaments that my Aunt Cleo had. Linda got all that stuff after Aunt Cleo passed away. It is pretty special having a little bit of Aunt Cleo hanging on our tree. The girls still need to paint them. I accidently misplaced them until just recently. We will get them ready for this years tree.</div>
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These are the things the girls made, Lindsey did a bird dish kind of thing and Lauren made an elephant. The little girls made several christmas tree decorations too. </div>
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Emily made a dish and a plate. I made a bowl I think, but I didn't get a picture of it. <br />
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The girls decided that Aunt Linda was pretty cool, that is the same opinion I have of her too. My girls also had a fun time with Linda's dog, Abbie. She would run around and fetch the things the girls would throw for her. <br />
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It was kind of cold, but we roasted hot dogs anyway. Aunt Linda made a few salads I think too. My parents came up and we all had a great time. It seems like lots of times when I come to Washington, I don't get to see my mom's side of the family that much. It seems silly since they are all so close, but for whatever reason we don't plan or make plans to get together. We really should, it is always fun when we do. <br />
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Poor Abbie, all worn out!</div>
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Aunt Linda also told the girls to go pick some strawberries. The girls picked lots and then came up and whispered to me that they would like to make her a deseret to say thank you and use her strawberries. They were so cute giving her this little cake they made with strawberries. <br />
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Aunt Linda said that if the girls didn't pick them, the birds just come and eat them. The girls took advantage of that and picked them and ate them right there too. <br />
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After the day was over, my girls asked if they could invite Aunt Linda to come to our house. There was talk of her bringing my mom's piano to our house, which the girls loved the whole idea... having the piano and having Linda come too. Linda said she would be bringing her dog, and the girls were totally okay with that too! I think that Marley and Abbie would be good friends. <br />
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I am sure glad that the girls and I were able to visit so many people and to also do so many things. Even just sitting at the house with my parents is so enjoyable, most the time my siblings come spend time there too so it is a perfect situation. Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-54129706170977861752012-06-11T11:18:00.000-06:002012-06-11T11:18:21.131-06:00For the Love of CousinsGoing back in time... back of course to the popular July 2011 time frame, while we were visiting our family in Washington, my mom had a retirement party. She started working at the school as long as I can remember. I remember in kindergarten, she would come in to play the piano for music time. I think she was hired on the year after that maybe when my younger brother started kindergarten. She has gone through the whole circle of having kids of the kids she taught in kindergarten. She will be missed, and she will miss doing it too. <br />
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The kids kind of got bored greeting people they didn't know, or at least my kids did. When it was clean up time, my kids or should I say Amber went crazy. She wouldn't leave poor Thomas alone. She kept hugging him and hanging on him and following him around. I think it was okay with it for the most part. He was a good sport. Amber sure loves him!<br />
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It was hard to get a normal picture of Amber not choking or squeezing Thomas. Emily and Thomas are about the same age, just 2 or 3 weeks difference in age.<br />
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Lindsey and Lauren where loved by Destiny. It seemed natural that Destiny wanted to play with the older girls than the younger ones (Samantha and Amber).<br />
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Parker really liked Amber too. It was funny to see him pull her down and try to love on her. Amber was good with it and she enjoyed playing with Parker too.... when Thomas wasn't available.<br />
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This is the pond that is behind the house, right outside the window in the family room. I am pretty sure there were little tadpoles in there, so my Mom forbid my dad to clean it out in fear of killing those little baby frogs. The bamboo grows crazy too back there.<br />
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This is the "Creepy Tree" and it is across the road from the house. It is on the horse trail. Isn't it a crazy tree? It is what the kids call the creepy tree and you can see why!<br />
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This is a little playhouse, it has gone through many stages and phases... it use to have a zipline at the top, that was before the trees were logged. It sits at the back of all the playground equipment. The kids have spent many hours in and out of that little house. It was used mostly for the older grandkids, it was more ran down by the time my little ones were old enough to use it. <br />
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Of course since the horses are a favorite of the girls, it is understandable that the tack room would make an impression and needing a picture. This is the tack room that has all the horse supplies, from saddles to food to brushes to medicine.<br />
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This is the BAD DOG doghouse. The poor little dog is still chained up on top of the dog house. I think he has been there since like 2009 or maybe even before. <br />
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My mom LOVES, loves, LOVES, roses! She has some that are just gorgeous and others that smell soooo good! My girls love to look at them and pick out the ones they like the best. Each year they decide which one is their favorites.<br />
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These are the swinging bars, They have been used to swing in to the pool, to get on or off the horses, and also just to go around on. My upper body strength never allowed me to do much swinging on them. <br />
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Of course this is a favorite sign on Grandpa's <strike>barn,</strike> uh-- Grandpa's shop.<br />
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Pony Poop Farm wouldn't be complete without the peacocks. They have resided there along time, not always the same ones, but usually there has been one residing there over the last decade or so.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-54903381732985573942012-05-29T16:14:00.001-06:002012-06-10T15:03:42.722-06:00PPF Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I am almost a year behind! It's been a busy one! Just to get things done, I am going to just kind of throw these out here in hopes to come back later for more details of the fun we had. </div>
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This one needs explanining... I noticed that Grandpa (my dad) is at the computer, fast asleep. I then a bit later hear, "should we shoot him?" and as I look in there, Lindsey and her cousin Destiny have a perfect shot.<br />
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We were able to participate in Conrad's birthday. He was so cute! <br />
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My girls got the camera several times, we got crazy pictures. This was one of the better ones. <br />
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Samantha and Amber found dress up shoes. They wore them all over the place. They even wore them on the horse sometimes. <br />
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Grandma has a closet ful of high heels! Samantha found herself some.<br />
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And Parker her cousin found some too! Sooo funny!<br />
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Since my parents were getting ready for their LDS church mission, we decided to do family pictures. It wasn't as successful as we had hoped, several of the family members were missing. The pictures turned out great though.<br />
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I think my girls had the camera again!<br />
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There were so many fun places we took pictures of. This is all just in the yard of my parents house. I'm going to miss this all. But we will make more memories in other places.<br />
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This one of my parents with all the grandkids that were present was so cute. They were just on the road in front of their house. <br />
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I love this one, Kelly and Samantha were just hanging out while others were getting their pictures taken. <br />
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I couldn't decide which one I liked better, so I did them both! So cute!<br />
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There are the BOYS, that were there, well minus my dad. How did that happen?<br />
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This is again, my parents with basically Kelly and my kids, and you can't forget little Sofie their dog.<br />
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Aunt Lorri was a favorite place to sit for Sam. She liked to drink her "duck water" and Auntie Lorri sent her home with some too. <br />
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There is ALOT of dirt at pony poop farm, and alot of treats. Not sure what this dirty face is from, dirt or food?<br />
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This was the first day we arrived, just after we got there. The kids were re-aquainting themselves.<br />
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The fun stuff we do while we are with Family! My kids love each time we go. They love the family and the fun and the animals too. They were sad that this would be our last PPF trip. They are excited for my parents mission.<br />
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This is my family... we seem to always have fun, and I love to spend time with them. There are 7 kids and of course my wonderful parents. I was able to spend some time with my family for the last Christmas in my parents house. This wasn't just any house, this was the house we all grew up in. It is a house with many stories and many memories. <br />
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These are my amazing parents! They are just that, truly amazing! They decided last year sometime that they wanted to serve a mission for their church, The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. (To learn more about it click <a href="http://lds.org/">here</a>.) I belong to this same church and believe in it with all my heart! It is what has kept me strong in going when I didn't think I could, to keep the faith when I wasn't sure about things. It is ultimately what has made my life turn out in the way it has. I can't take all the credit for it, since my parents shaped my life, showed me the way and taught me all these things, through their daily examples of how they lived their life. They have never given up on my even when I may have been in troubled waters.<br />
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Once my parents decided to go on their mission, a few things had to take place. One was to retire. Two went right with one, once they retired they would need to sell their home. I remember leaving my comfortable home with my own family after living there for 8 years, and how sad it was to leave. The house held so many precious memories, first steps, first birthdays, first lost teeth, first 2 wheel bike ride, all my precious babies grew up there. I just kept wondering how we could leave such a place of so many memories and love. As my parents talked about their plan to sell their home and go on their mission many of these feelings came again, how could we (or them really) leave such a house with so many memories. This is the house that I was raised in, for my whole life! My parents had lived there for almost 40 years! After all, a house is just a house, it is just a building. It is the people in that house that make it what you love or that make those memories. It still wasn't totally easy, but I knew the time was here to move on, for my parents to serve a mission together. <br />
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The amazing thing is that they have given so much to do this. My mom loved her job, she loved working with the kindergarten kids, doing music especially. You would not believe the things she has collected for those little songs. I remember a time she was visiting me and she picked up a bunch of little flags for her class. I'm sure that wasn't the first time. I think every time she visits she buys a few dozen post cards and sends them to her grandkids and her students too. <br />
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Another amazing this is that my dad gave up his dream shop. I can remember the years and years he was going to build a shop. I rememeber center blocks put in place in one corner of the field where it was going to go, and then something happened (I was little, I don't remember what it was) and that shop was put on hold. Finally many years after us kids were gone, or should have been gone, he built his shop. His brother's came to visit and they built it. I mentioned before that one day after I knew they would be leaving for their mission and their house would be sold, I just walked in the shop and I couldn't help but to just cry. My dad had his shop finally, and now its gone. It turned out that the shop was able to be kept since it was on a seperate peice of property. Although it is just that, a piece of property that if I remember right is too small to put a house on it. <br />
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What else is amazing? My mom.... she gave up so much for this mission. She gave up so much to serve her Heavenly Father, to help others have what she has, the truth and knowledge of the gospel of Jesus Christ. She gave up her pets. Maybe for some who aren't really animal or pet people won't understand, but this was a HUGE deal! Not only did she give up her cute little dog, but also her bird and many other farm animals that ran around outside. Although she didn't give up her horse, she is leaving it behind with a family member who will care for it while she is gone. <br />
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Family is also something my parents gave up in some ways too. They will be in Iowa now so that means family dinners, birthday parties, Easter, Christmas, births of new great-grand babies, Thanksgiving.... all those sort of things my parents will be absent at these gatherings. My mom was having such a hard time leaving her grandkids, especially the ones she sees more often. I heard my dad say to her one day, "I didn't know what I was asking you to do when I asked you to go on a mission." Anytime a certain little name was brought up after my parents had left, her eyes got tears. <br />
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I am just amazed at this whole thing my parents are doing. It is just AMAZING to me! I wonder if I would be able to do the same thing? Sometimes the small things seem hard to do, like sacrificing a little of my time to help someone else out, or to go to another meeting. I hope when the time comes that Robert and I can serve a mission, I hope that I too will be able to do as they did and put God first. After all, he gave us everything right? <br />
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I know they will be blessed, in fact I know what they are doing will bless my family too. I am so proud of my parents. I am so glad they are being such an example to my own family and serving a mission. I know they will be a blessing to the area they serve and also those people they will be around. <br />
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My parents are AMAZING!!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is Grandma Karen and her horse that Samantha and her baby are on.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Samantha kept trying to get Ace's nose down so she could love on him and kiss him.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In her little high pitched voice she would say, "come here big guy, come down here."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"that is it, come on down here..."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"there you go, right here, let me give you a little kiss..."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"aw that is a good boy, give me a kiss"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lindsey and Lauren on Ace and Oddysee. I liked the holding hands part, so cute!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The girls were trying to get the horses to go faster, to gallop. It worked sometimes for them.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Samantha and Lindsey</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amber and Lauren</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lindsey again on Ace</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is little Rainy the pony. Most the girls are getting too big for her. They still love her though.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And here Samantha is again, "come here big girl, come let me give you kiss"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"put your head down, come here..."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She finally got a kiss, with some help. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Emily and Amber... notice Amber's shoes. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Lauren and Samantha, note Sam's shoes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is cousin Megan on Cajun, he is a lot of horse, so the girls don't ride him.</td></tr>
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</tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>The horses are always alot of fun! After we leave, I always think we need a horse or two! Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-11408964784276464632012-03-15T07:29:00.000-06:002012-03-15T07:29:29.051-06:00Worn out from Vacation (July)I so wish I wasn't still in July, but there seems to be so much I am afraid I would be missing if I don't capture this all. <br />
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The girls slept good once they finally fell asleep. Amber played so hard most days that she was found crashed somewhere. As soon as she sat still for a moment she was asleep.<br />
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She fell asleep on Grandpa's lap several times. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi11GrFa2B0xIYUrwHo8cAE-U0sWth0V-R-699v9ct6TtoHHTkCYFCa18GQY41UsPyEHZin0yBAx5tFu9x904nm_FX6BG07IKLtaScnB9vJ3l3E2LjgtRCVNaptOXQPIakuWGp5pMRgw0_/s1600/IMG_1054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi11GrFa2B0xIYUrwHo8cAE-U0sWth0V-R-699v9ct6TtoHHTkCYFCa18GQY41UsPyEHZin0yBAx5tFu9x904nm_FX6BG07IKLtaScnB9vJ3l3E2LjgtRCVNaptOXQPIakuWGp5pMRgw0_/s400/IMG_1054.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Everyone was tired during our trip from playing so hard. What fun we had!</div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-42271785740741592472012-03-02T20:14:00.001-07:002012-03-02T20:14:00.506-07:00July PPF animalsThere are so many animals at Pony Poop Farm, aka my parents house. I am sure we have missed some. I know for sure that we missed Koko the bird. But here is a few of the animals that we are able to visit. I think we also missed the wonderful goose Zig. I guess the girls didn't want to get too close to take his picture incase he decided to go after them. Lots of these pictures are from the girls going around with my camera. <br />
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We have first up, Rainy the pony. My sister Lorri bought a pony, Angel, who was bred. She had Rainy in April of 2000. They decided to get rid of the mom, Angel since she was a snot and keep the sweet little baby Rainy. The kids love to ride her. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LdAtKA9mLSvJNy1urIVM9eJAimng2KgWzEdHBrQz4exbgni4h_ZA82UJDHogmvAaa1NsX_tMEqKTjxWqyEyVW9kL6E94rv0WHNmMPdIZaPaWXHE_0Jl_t0-utB9Mn-AjLY-Fehs_-8G_/s1600/P1010350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4LdAtKA9mLSvJNy1urIVM9eJAimng2KgWzEdHBrQz4exbgni4h_ZA82UJDHogmvAaa1NsX_tMEqKTjxWqyEyVW9kL6E94rv0WHNmMPdIZaPaWXHE_0Jl_t0-utB9Mn-AjLY-Fehs_-8G_/s400/P1010350.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> This isn't the original Mrs. Peacock, but this peahen has stayed at the farm longer than the other replacements. At one point there was 2 females, but not sure where the other female went. It is always fun to have little baby peachicks on the farm too. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDKLgl6K42SwR5O4sW9O3imp7S9cyu7FvZrspm741RzfQi4HKx1h2FwY3diFnkxPCTcJkMhKmGNPP4HdISebuvniw-C8SYLRA9keD4BjAOcjk1DAOIO_Eew25UMqedh6T3kBe_5BUX7ln/s1600/P1010356.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtDKLgl6K42SwR5O4sW9O3imp7S9cyu7FvZrspm741RzfQi4HKx1h2FwY3diFnkxPCTcJkMhKmGNPP4HdISebuvniw-C8SYLRA9keD4BjAOcjk1DAOIO_Eew25UMqedh6T3kBe_5BUX7ln/s400/P1010356.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> Good, we didn't miss Zig the goose. Here is Zig with his little family of ducks. I am not sure if he thinks he's a duck or if he thinks they are geese, maybe he doesn't care. They all stay pretty close together. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKR9MtUC04g5Vx65DhKkHqyRPoRsAW9ic1uSyaajYY5IxovQ4ext5p5fftSWesjpMNNeomLRTuTDsjEXKeycYIROHh4TJjZWub69_1gqbTX6CuRkRFPml4jIp_ojJt93iMqGl9suIKg3u4/s1600/P1010357.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKR9MtUC04g5Vx65DhKkHqyRPoRsAW9ic1uSyaajYY5IxovQ4ext5p5fftSWesjpMNNeomLRTuTDsjEXKeycYIROHh4TJjZWub69_1gqbTX6CuRkRFPml4jIp_ojJt93iMqGl9suIKg3u4/s400/P1010357.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> This is Grandma Karen's horse, Odyssee. I'm sure I am not spelling these names correctly. But you get the idea right? My mom loves palominos. This is one of many that she has had. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtFc29kwmhyphenhyphenASXGnkNxG_JoptVzhLcogPxMPqoSFMA4-yeSRPvR2oZa8wmPYyFwkn4S1IGSX0BDzXhviEa9slcOfRl3ZTgAGBXGW7_yhKY-uPOFPQC32kSsDrne8pPx42Q2uUkh3Hr8FZ/s1600/P1010358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidtFc29kwmhyphenhyphenASXGnkNxG_JoptVzhLcogPxMPqoSFMA4-yeSRPvR2oZa8wmPYyFwkn4S1IGSX0BDzXhviEa9slcOfRl3ZTgAGBXGW7_yhKY-uPOFPQC32kSsDrne8pPx42Q2uUkh3Hr8FZ/s400/P1010358.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> This is Cajun, use to be Aunt Lorri's horse, now it is Aunt Brenda's horse. The girls like him, but he is a little too spirited to put the girls on as of now. He sure is pretty though!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizJ7MgRL1OTKSJaTLtVcXUwBkZBgWR59C-eaSd1Mbdc9JHSCJZvr5Ipfx8YEg2yaRCSB1lLlC79SVEJgZaIGt0xkz9amlzmIuB71bIKBFWL7R08VgNHttpWCPLAA0ZESh0-yI7zKO-zAK/s1600/P1010363.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjizJ7MgRL1OTKSJaTLtVcXUwBkZBgWR59C-eaSd1Mbdc9JHSCJZvr5Ipfx8YEg2yaRCSB1lLlC79SVEJgZaIGt0xkz9amlzmIuB71bIKBFWL7R08VgNHttpWCPLAA0ZESh0-yI7zKO-zAK/s400/P1010363.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> These technically aren't PPF animals, they are Aunt Cleo's goats. But they seem to belong on the farm. They share a fence and if you go to the fence chances are the goats will come over and say hi. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWor_yPKnr99VuNh_9ram_ChHccnZztD0vixYT5N87qDuweJCjkXHBORltyW867YQqLgyFgAyEiNjtMJv8e4LmFlB4-2ETRZms_VLBI1ywMGS4jFWm6OAuD-JVboOcubg2FuYxBQxV_C3d/s1600/P1010372.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWor_yPKnr99VuNh_9ram_ChHccnZztD0vixYT5N87qDuweJCjkXHBORltyW867YQqLgyFgAyEiNjtMJv8e4LmFlB4-2ETRZms_VLBI1ywMGS4jFWm6OAuD-JVboOcubg2FuYxBQxV_C3d/s400/P1010372.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> Of course this is Sofie the dog, this isn't the last you will see of her. She is Grandma's puppy, okay so she is really a dog now, but she seems puppyish since she is so small. The girls all love her, but not as much as Grandma loves her.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodtD6wz2MdHv0ABfZN-3PkGBNVtdMXpjseVVwlNDECV6qR3SuQA40Df447j8-ZxxysSHK6mVsjb41cXy64vfjOyFNiWaUtpRmrfT0CnxZliafo0UArJWX8J82wvxZf23sCbY0k3WJ3xIt/s1600/P1010523.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiodtD6wz2MdHv0ABfZN-3PkGBNVtdMXpjseVVwlNDECV6qR3SuQA40Df447j8-ZxxysSHK6mVsjb41cXy64vfjOyFNiWaUtpRmrfT0CnxZliafo0UArJWX8J82wvxZf23sCbY0k3WJ3xIt/s400/P1010523.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> This is Mr. Peacock, but of course he isn't the original either I don't think. The first one just showed up one day. It was the perfect addition to the farm. He tail isn't too fancy now, but in the spring it is amazing! They grow those tail feathers out so long. I have a stash of peacock feathers that keeps getting smaller due to kids and the dog that live at my house. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UKIhhkvWtqYM_fpPrZ4sy1aHjmHIpoK-LsQPdFZ82NOYFIyQwd2OPjHdbz0xrILlohW38dNJWL9jTuI0-avweB1rIKezhaarEqhu3CyGA5qz2IJJoBNU7aRfO8-5wEUFqrr_aHIY4GaE/s1600/IMG_1155.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1UKIhhkvWtqYM_fpPrZ4sy1aHjmHIpoK-LsQPdFZ82NOYFIyQwd2OPjHdbz0xrILlohW38dNJWL9jTuI0-avweB1rIKezhaarEqhu3CyGA5qz2IJJoBNU7aRfO8-5wEUFqrr_aHIY4GaE/s400/IMG_1155.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>So that is most of the animals on the farm. This is just part of the fun at PPF. Still to come... the people and other fun things around there.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-88141992654228847182012-03-01T08:13:00.001-07:002012-03-01T09:59:44.857-07:00Still back in July, the beachOne of the nights that we stayed in a motel, it was on the beach in Oregon. It was so cold and windy that we didn't stay out too long. I believe this was even on July 4th, and that is why we decided to not stay and watch fireworks or go find our own to buy and light off. We instead rented a movie on the TV and popped some popcorn. I wish the weather would have been better to enjoy the beach, but at least we got to play for a little bit. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH28Xz7Y8AzIRGexVw1baFWtU31_2c1BxrZSBXMgyQGduACgoItO0vAC9Qt2GWzV_LBGxxt8xaBCuCHGLeNoxncLhJ45ZdPwEMCW40QlmVtuK9m5gU3VJE7Od_J3BYZv1ppBluO2j-6wc/s1600/IMG_0941.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQH28Xz7Y8AzIRGexVw1baFWtU31_2c1BxrZSBXMgyQGduACgoItO0vAC9Qt2GWzV_LBGxxt8xaBCuCHGLeNoxncLhJ45ZdPwEMCW40QlmVtuK9m5gU3VJE7Od_J3BYZv1ppBluO2j-6wc/s400/IMG_0941.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Too bad the beach isn't closer for us to visit more often. Thankfully we get to visit it at least once a year, sometimes even more in our travels.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-797667529610456912012-02-26T08:10:00.001-07:002012-02-26T08:10:00.558-07:00More of Emily's writingI told you about Emily and her constitution that she did for NOVA and how she was chosen to read it at their graduation. I found it in her file and thought I would share it. I guess they liked it because it was so much different then the normal ones of "I learned this and I won't do that and we learned not to..." kind of thing. I was (as I am sure any parent would be) very proud of her. Below is her work. You can read about her <a href="http://hayesutahgirls.blogspot.com/2012/02/emilys-human-metaphor.html">metaphor paper here</a>.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;">A road map shows you how to get somewhere.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The place can be good or bad.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are usually places where you might turn the wrong way, either by accident, or by not paying attention.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Life is a road map. You are constantly driving. There are two different roadmaps you can choose from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can choose the roadmap to bad habits, or you can choose the roadmap to excellence. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you choose the roadmap to excellence, your goal will then be to get to excellence city.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Some of the roads that I wish to go down on the roadmap to excellence are college lane, Job Avenue, and last but not least, highway smartness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are many different roads to go down, and they will all take you to different places. For example, if you go down college lane, there are hundreds and hundreds of roads branching off of it like doctor drive, Teacher Boulevard, and lawyer lane. Each of these will take you to good places, unless you don’t use the knowledge that you gain down these roads. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>I personally would like to go to college.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>To get to college lane, you first start out at Birth Boulevard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now continue on to preschool road, elementary lane, middle school Avenue, high school drive, and the rest is self explanatory.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But I am going to let you in on a little secret, I have a shortcut.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My shortcuts is start out on Birth Boulevard as usual, but drive your very best through elementary lane, middle school avenue, and high school drive, and if you do your very best, you might just get a ticket. Not tickets were you have to pay a fine or anything, but a ticket called a scholarship.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>These are like trucks. If college lane gets bumpy or hard with payment, a truck makes it smoother and easier to pull through and do a good job on what will change your life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Job Avenue is easy to get to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All you do is once you get off of high school drive, is you take a sharp right turn onto Job Avenue and your there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are tons of turnoff roads to choose from.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You might want to chose McDonalds way, or maybe you would prefer something where you are more free, or where the road is wider. Like artist avenue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>More than half the roads will be locked though unless you took the detour on college lane.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yes this will take you longer, but if you go this way, all the doors will be open.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This way, you will have a higher chance of getting to excellence city.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Highway smartness is a highway that is long, wide and strait in one direction.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Across the valley of excellence, there is another highway called the highway of decreasing smartness.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Joining the two highways is a road called sameness path.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The highway smartness takes you towards the city of excellence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Highway of decreasing smartness takes you toward Birth Boulevard.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I would like to stay in school so that I can continue on highway of smartness till I get to the city of excellence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>When you are driving a car, you need to avoid things.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Pretend you are halfway down 28 avenue and you see that the road splits in two.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One way says “smoke”, and the other way says “drug free”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Which one will you choose? Now say that you are driving in your car, and then you see a speed bump. You then decide to slow down. Now let’s pretend that you went super fast over it so that you could fly in the air, even though it would only be for a couple seconds. If you were driving in a convertible with your seatbelt off, you would most likely fly out of the car and die or hurt yourself.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Always remember to Study the Situation, or STS.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> <span style="color: #660000;"> </span></span><span style="color: #660000;">If your car doesn’t have an engine, how can you drive? If you don’t know how to drive, how can you drive?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If your car doesn’t have a steering wheel, how can you control the car?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are obviously things you need and should value for cars.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There are also things you should value in life. If you didn’t have a roadmap, how would know where to go or what to do.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you didn’t have a car, how could you get past Birth Boulevard? A couple of things I value are knowing whats right and whats wrong, my car/brain, and my roadmap/life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>Back to the roadmap stuff.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>If you are heading towards excellence city, you are on the path of excellence. NOVA has helped lead me to my path of excellence by letting me know how dangerous drug usage is, how to be a better person, and to be able to REALLY know whats around me besisdes flowers and unicorns. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="color: #660000;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> </span>During NOVA, they had about eight different topics, which were gangs, internet safety, music awareness, media, self-esteem, true colors, windows of opportunity, and heroes. Gangs was about why a gang is harmful.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Internet safety was about making sure that while your on the internet you are safe.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Music awareness basically said that there is bad music, and good music.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Media was on making sure the media that you were around was appropriate.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Self esteem was on paradigm and put downs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lesson on true colors taught us that what is right is right, and what is wrong is wrong.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Windows of opurtunity was all about cause and effect, STS, accountability, and how to get good opportunitys.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The lesson on heroes helped us to realize, what a hero was and how to be one.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>All of these lessons were important and I will remember them for ever.</span> <o:p></o:p></span></div>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-28116550614653278012012-02-24T07:30:00.001-07:002012-02-24T07:30:01.820-07:00Road trip from JulyAs we made our way up to my parents house, we stopped at a few little places along the way. One place that was so needed was of couse a place to sleep. It is hard having 5 kids and 2 adults all squished into one room. Some places have bigger rooms that are more of a suite with a sofa/sleeper or sometimes ever a little bedroom with an extra bed Those are the places that work best, but they are also more expensive too. Due to our destination and the coastal route we took, we didn't find any places like that. There as lots of bed sharing and of course with that fighting of who got to sleep where, and with whom they got to share that space with. All in all, it went okay and everyone was pretty tired. Here is Amber and Emily zonked out one morning. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQMv6FBfJwAMFe1Q8VXC66IUhK-6CN8nYjKUWuOHZW6TZLTVaNLBG5pSTFNKlgdB_hLNpyXvC4u17OQQv67XcL9SJBvf-IGyYANIROs-qjcVpVffNtFNklGkolXowrCOyo2YHow9Gn3Sx/s1600/IMG_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQMv6FBfJwAMFe1Q8VXC66IUhK-6CN8nYjKUWuOHZW6TZLTVaNLBG5pSTFNKlgdB_hLNpyXvC4u17OQQv67XcL9SJBvf-IGyYANIROs-qjcVpVffNtFNklGkolXowrCOyo2YHow9Gn3Sx/s400/IMG_0865.JPG" width="298" /></a></div> <br />
One morning as we left our motel, we went to a little beach. When we first got there is was totally overcast, you couldn't even see the ocean. As we were there, it cleared up a bit and turned out beautiful! Wish we had time to hang out a bit longer. We had so many more miles to travel until we got to our next destination.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWR7CDsa3lJ4u0tBzCwFT55P7elAD5RXzyJCU7_hDDc8Pb7XEaJ5-UqKhHaim2-Uzw-trIbcRwHoPW4bKI9vVpTUjUO-IR1NGQXasCSzPew9zvnrgVDihXX26ustQnBywVrIdT8lZKP7_/s1600/P1010288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWR7CDsa3lJ4u0tBzCwFT55P7elAD5RXzyJCU7_hDDc8Pb7XEaJ5-UqKhHaim2-Uzw-trIbcRwHoPW4bKI9vVpTUjUO-IR1NGQXasCSzPew9zvnrgVDihXX26ustQnBywVrIdT8lZKP7_/s320/P1010288.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>This is what it looked like when we left the beach area. What a difference huh.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1usWOBhuAn4wCqpu-AYeFwMsvgzXQS1U4mtXnOa0BIW9a0ZXYMekwP2IqEDV1DMy98dFIt6J41lCRpecTPlPtekz5TBIn1FfFEYgSrNYDEdnoH-ZQJ2pTM5_m1-ghKrx9JPXnutPuivpV/s1600/IMG_0872.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1usWOBhuAn4wCqpu-AYeFwMsvgzXQS1U4mtXnOa0BIW9a0ZXYMekwP2IqEDV1DMy98dFIt6J41lCRpecTPlPtekz5TBIn1FfFEYgSrNYDEdnoH-ZQJ2pTM5_m1-ghKrx9JPXnutPuivpV/s400/IMG_0872.JPG" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The little girls enjoyed playing in the sand and didn't need much more than that. I think they could have stayed there all day with the sand and water. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafNUUQ5kPXtzm5wDkuq4fyd427N64cFNTA6Oeh5onkbCNMOnk6Apkmtis7LBgrQHsJ9mPoA0QydW52Hjc5rW3hxNxWnWuNVBwcP7A76HURJ3Uqi7gEvn7J_cBsVrwmllpT1jAvfkgwhyK/s1600/P1010290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjafNUUQ5kPXtzm5wDkuq4fyd427N64cFNTA6Oeh5onkbCNMOnk6Apkmtis7LBgrQHsJ9mPoA0QydW52Hjc5rW3hxNxWnWuNVBwcP7A76HURJ3Uqi7gEvn7J_cBsVrwmllpT1jAvfkgwhyK/s320/P1010290.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The older girls were more into exploring things. The tide was out and they found seveal rocks that had some fun creatures on them. The starfish were everywhere! I had never witnessed starfish in real life that wasn't at an aquarium type place. So fun!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTWYlnZvx4PjM01GuTO1b_E3Ga-EEv3bRJjw0DnlVrdwqMi032pPZlXMHBSh5M9BnFgZtEBhGTorO0ZSw6IT4RV6lE7fjCkOj2c4t4bMGlAfkUCp3M_ZBo_5Kp9GTXphMFx4CMe_KzFEC/s1600/P1010291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXTWYlnZvx4PjM01GuTO1b_E3Ga-EEv3bRJjw0DnlVrdwqMi032pPZlXMHBSh5M9BnFgZtEBhGTorO0ZSw6IT4RV6lE7fjCkOj2c4t4bMGlAfkUCp3M_ZBo_5Kp9GTXphMFx4CMe_KzFEC/s320/P1010291.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The girls (and their mom) had to be pulled away when it was time to go. It was too amazing to just look at them and the difference in textures, colors, and size of all the starfish and other marine things on the rocks.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVRVoCJevc7CORywhcT0bsnLvVd43D8HAD_MuomQDPrQMdtFB-O9H1RtND_tDK8umADZrXfsWkv_hyVyvBo4e2bR7K7xAfFluzozwGHThQN_kIhtWSClwzs-sVNpbQmrQUWIbeQtc4-aI/s1600/P1010292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTVRVoCJevc7CORywhcT0bsnLvVd43D8HAD_MuomQDPrQMdtFB-O9H1RtND_tDK8umADZrXfsWkv_hyVyvBo4e2bR7K7xAfFluzozwGHThQN_kIhtWSClwzs-sVNpbQmrQUWIbeQtc4-aI/s320/P1010292.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Off and down the road we went. We found a dinosaur museum that my family had told me about. We stopped and checked it out. There was tons of fun things to do as we traveled along Hwy 101. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMIKSLfBmzxVp4_iwSDMhvwPl0pjMidQfRcSASK74UBj2voE9PGMZzXxAEMQX6XGECAF0b-GGAgkdRWeuK5rzjWJYYNsam_DNiArPoNmyepeg85Q8-FJtTEakGj6t-MmEby1Iz8OWnmqZ/s1600/IMG_0877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKMIKSLfBmzxVp4_iwSDMhvwPl0pjMidQfRcSASK74UBj2voE9PGMZzXxAEMQX6XGECAF0b-GGAgkdRWeuK5rzjWJYYNsam_DNiArPoNmyepeg85Q8-FJtTEakGj6t-MmEby1Iz8OWnmqZ/s400/IMG_0877.JPG" width="298" /></a></div> The musuem was fun but when it was over, I thought, that was it? We just spent that much money and it is over? OUCH! It sure makes a difference when you have 5 kids and they are $8-10 a child and then you have 2 at the adult price. It was still fun, and the girls really enjoyed it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmPOjrYIcvoDIb6uLYyKFFsJqYkGh3gGQXMn5foXI2KS1AylxnGsBEyuApMx-lv1RKJJ52eUsW3uHGpN1H2DChP-XNUwVARjR4wFaYfhZg4HlqBAUXmuqANTlNIlDOOxppQOvwWP46Ici/s1600/IMG_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWmPOjrYIcvoDIb6uLYyKFFsJqYkGh3gGQXMn5foXI2KS1AylxnGsBEyuApMx-lv1RKJJ52eUsW3uHGpN1H2DChP-XNUwVARjR4wFaYfhZg4HlqBAUXmuqANTlNIlDOOxppQOvwWP46Ici/s400/IMG_0881.JPG" width="298" /></a></div> By all the little dinos they had more information about them and also what their size ratio was compared to the real life size. Emily was loving the mossy trees and all the plants. She just had to get a picture of this one below.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbToJbCAF-tQ8T6kM7737-4t8kT3_LJFbYh_Rjai8B9oTBp0hOIKRbXloT1pkmGC5PmQxKRFdw2kF7u__xTanUiuIfETbvJ6OpaHSbW0J8kv7-VGjO7jYr8Kk8N_vwNdb45Z5fQNP2Diu/s1600/IMG_0892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidbToJbCAF-tQ8T6kM7737-4t8kT3_LJFbYh_Rjai8B9oTBp0hOIKRbXloT1pkmGC5PmQxKRFdw2kF7u__xTanUiuIfETbvJ6OpaHSbW0J8kv7-VGjO7jYr8Kk8N_vwNdb45Z5fQNP2Diu/s400/IMG_0892.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> See how cool they were. They did make great pictures and the kids definetly enjoyed it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnXTaJKMaV1fceruwjB2jv6jRMQ6oZNu9zjLHBDFX1k0aqaFwueDky-oHpxkE6y5AtQwfMz42kb8VYlPptFOn7VPo4XwVBv-gJqGlTFgEuy5Og2NlPW6TeUCr9toSvA1TE0ieG7ZJ2Rkh/s1600/IMG_0896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvnXTaJKMaV1fceruwjB2jv6jRMQ6oZNu9zjLHBDFX1k0aqaFwueDky-oHpxkE6y5AtQwfMz42kb8VYlPptFOn7VPo4XwVBv-gJqGlTFgEuy5Og2NlPW6TeUCr9toSvA1TE0ieG7ZJ2Rkh/s400/IMG_0896.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> Then down the road we went. We also had to stop at the sea lion caves. It is hard to see, but those are all sea lions and their babies down there by the water. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC1heSyWq8O8zAtFahYH2xgYul7Qkm1biTY2ialT9prMlD7SF6Yfa7on5BvBmeje3gXIYqg6Z2xBHjw8Qr2dDEQTq6rap9oFQRXQWnf0-2v_AomdeBZCtm35Vt3FRJiDQ2N5sONGaxgC4/s1600/IMG_0902.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWC1heSyWq8O8zAtFahYH2xgYul7Qkm1biTY2ialT9prMlD7SF6Yfa7on5BvBmeje3gXIYqg6Z2xBHjw8Qr2dDEQTq6rap9oFQRXQWnf0-2v_AomdeBZCtm35Vt3FRJiDQ2N5sONGaxgC4/s400/IMG_0902.JPG" width="298" /></a></div> We then traveled down to the cave. It was kind of fun, Robert and I visited here on our honeymoon back in 1999. Not much has changed that I can remember. Although when I first came, I was kind of focused on Robert and not the things in or around the cave. I do remember how loud it was and kind of smelly too. The sea lions were mostly outside There wasn't too many in the cave.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtf4sM1JOg-W7fE465CAahd9akifGUsyJQBaQzvN4J96MZFnG_ts80ru1SN6xjckuv7iypMqDv7hn15Ssii6J2v1dIT4bAvb5E-uLuIurrgU9Im3vuCZSUyG7GxxANVpcvLgDOjcycwVJ/s1600/IMG_0905.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtf4sM1JOg-W7fE465CAahd9akifGUsyJQBaQzvN4J96MZFnG_ts80ru1SN6xjckuv7iypMqDv7hn15Ssii6J2v1dIT4bAvb5E-uLuIurrgU9Im3vuCZSUyG7GxxANVpcvLgDOjcycwVJ/s400/IMG_0905.JPG" width="298" /></a></div> It was SOOO windy! Check out the girls' hair. Isn't that funny! The girls thought it was pretty neat. They also got to pick out a little souvinoir from the gift shop. Samantha picked a little ceramic piggy bank, which has since broken.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6Gdk2780eoqOWVA9hGKykHLwoUU0KyUQe_YtLdeRD1vM4WApPPfCfJFaBWJNfsd1LC-6ntMidvn17csKy4kOtYIlVHrewZXR3AQnEytDgQ8zpnHljqDALVgw74Rncd8gcNKWsg2cVBcj/s1600/IMG_0914.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv6Gdk2780eoqOWVA9hGKykHLwoUU0KyUQe_YtLdeRD1vM4WApPPfCfJFaBWJNfsd1LC-6ntMidvn17csKy4kOtYIlVHrewZXR3AQnEytDgQ8zpnHljqDALVgw74Rncd8gcNKWsg2cVBcj/s400/IMG_0914.JPG" width="298" /></a></div>Then off we went to other adventures that I hope to tell you more about soon. Maybe by next July I will have had time to tell you all about last July! Stay tuned, there is still more to come.... much more!!Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16085852223957420411noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2221880184013909808.post-18088898440098414092012-02-02T19:31:00.001-07:002012-02-22T08:20:03.480-07:00Emily's Human MetaphorOne morning I came to the computer and saw this homework assignment of Emily's. It turns out that she had an assignment to write a metaphor paper on what they are like I guess. Emily chose yarn. I read it and thought, yeah that really sounds like her... alot like her! (And of course this morning, I snipped and snipped at her yarn, even though I knew already how it would make her feel. I was so angry at her and I just blew it! Bad Mama!)<br />
Emily's A.L.L. teacher was really impressed with it, she even asked if she could copy it and keep it for next years class, and also checked to see if she could share it with the class. <br />
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Emily is a super writer, she was also chosen to be one of the special speakers based on her paper she wrote on a N.O.V.A. constitution with the theme, "Roadmap to Excellence." She did a great job on it, I will have to try to find a copy and add it too. Our computer got a nasty virus and much of items were lost. I know she has the hard copy of it though. <br />
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Here is her Metaphore paper, although somehow the format changed from its original form.<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;">I am a ball of yarn. As a ball of yarn, I unravel. I can easily separate. I can be made into something that is different from me.</span></div><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;">As a bunch of yarn, I unravel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>When someone yells or makes me feel bad, they tug on my string. Once the end is out, if anything else happens, it just keeps tugging.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It might be hard to make me feel bad at first, but then I can’t stop unraveling.</span></div><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;">With just a snip of the scissors, I can have totally different opinions. If, and when, someone says something that might seem small and unimportant, I might be cut in two. I can always be tied back together, but it always leaves a scar.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes, a knot might come undone. Then the problem resurfaces. I am always tying and retying knots.</span></div><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;">With something like a crochet hook or knitting needle, I can be turned into something new and different. I can usually do what I’m told, as long as I know how and have what I need. I can also be different colors or sizes to help me with what I need.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can be a writer if I need to write. I can be an artist if I need to draw.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I can be a mathematician if I need to do math. </span></div><span style="color: #990000;"> </span><br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;">I am a ball of yarn.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri;">Em's teacher told the class about an essay contest on Water Conservation, she is really wanting to enter that contest. It pays $100 to the winner. Emily's cousin Serena is a good writer, and come to find out her Grandma Thomas was quite a writer too, she won an eighth grade compitetion when she was in school. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><br />
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