tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55010711930180847092024-03-21T18:01:49.502-07:00The Coleman Familyshelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.comBlogger100125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-18757383748696058972015-05-08T22:55:00.002-07:002015-05-08T23:03:07.358-07:00A mother is...I've spent a couple of days going through dozens and dozens of YouTube videos about mothers. I've been trying to find something uplifting to use in relief society on Mother's Day. So many videos about being a mom, about loving the mother you have, and about how your children, spouses, and loved ones view motherhood. I'm actually finding it to be an uplifting experience and it's certainly got me thinking about my role as a mom. In particular about what makes me a mom. You would think that being pregnant and giving birth to my two children would be my mom experience, but as I look back I'm starting to realize that there was a mom inside of me for a very long time.<br />
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I felt like a mom when...<br />
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<li>I had a baby. Obviously. </li>
<li>I wanted a baby.</li>
<li>I first held a friends baby.</li>
<li>I first felt love for somebody else's baby.</li>
<li>In a tough situation I worried about my siblings, more than myself.</li>
<li>My sister brought me her injured, crying baby.</li>
<li>My sister needed my protection at 21, at 15, and even at 7 years old.</li>
<li>At 12 I left my baby sister behind at school...and I cried tears of true grief over what I had done, not because of the act of forgetting, but because I realized the pain I felt in my guilt would never be enough to fix what I had done to her trust in me.</li>
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Motherhood isn't just about giving birth.<br />
It's about love. It's about protection. It's about strength.<br />
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It's about being a woman.<br />
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I love my children more than I have the words to explain, but even without them, I would still be a woman worthy to be called MOTHER. As. Are. You.<br />
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Last weekend I gave the Fresno Stake Primary Presidency a hand putting on the Faith In God Girls activity day. I did a little decorating here and there and generally had a great time with all of the girls, little AND big ones!</div>
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Here are all of the beautiful little ladies</div>
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The poster I designed</div>
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The invite that was handed out to all of the girls</div>
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They had the theme selected, I think it's a great one don't you? This is the T shirt I designed at their request. </div>
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Yep, I got my sister involved. Is anybody surprised? Cupcakes by Cupcake Stef!</div>
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Anybody recognize these pennants? I made them for my niece Ashley's wedding, they've gotten a lot of action over the last few years. </div>
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Thanks to all of the amazing instructors who participated, SO MANY great lessons were taught and the girls got a lot of great advice for navigating the world today. </div>
shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-42116885893951178832014-10-16T19:57:00.004-07:002014-10-16T21:23:54.070-07:00Pretty treats, good enough to eat!I enjoy a good cookie bar every once in awhile...even better when it's a cookie bar full of yummy M&M's! I love the color of the "M's", I love the taste of milk chocolate with the semi-sweet chips, and I like that they're square!<br />
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I wanted to drop off a treat to the lovely ladies I visit teach and I thought I'd dress them up a bit, since they had to be wrapped anyways. Here's a little step by step on how I put them together...<br />
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Pretty as a picture!shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-9335902803122425812014-10-16T19:56:00.000-07:002014-10-16T21:24:18.212-07:00SiblingsJacob and Kiernan play together a lot. I love it.<br />
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When they were younger I worried that without having a same sex sibling that they would be missing out on the kind of super-tight bond that I had with my sisters growing up. I didn't really think that brothers and sisters did that. I am happy to say I was wrong.<br />
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Those two spend hours together, annoying each other, playing with each other, watching movies together, talking to each other, helping each other...all of the things I had hoped they would have from a sibling! I have repeatedly heard one of them tell the other "Love you sister/brother!"<br />
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I'm thinking about this right now because I have heard them giggling with each other in Kiernan's room for the last hour. I'm not sure what is so funny, but apparently whatever it is is downright hilarious! They have been bouncing on the bed, throwing things at each other and generally making a rukus that has been annoying me...up until it wasn't. Then it made me smile.<br />
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I hope this bond sticks. So far, over the last 10 years it has. I suppose only time will tell.<br />
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The teenage years are coming and I am hopeful that during those inevitable times when they have something going on that they won't feel comfortable sharing with their parents, that they will still rely on each other. I know my sisters and I did it, and it was a lifesaver many times over.<br />
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shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-57932502115480668702014-10-16T19:52:00.001-07:002014-10-16T21:25:12.429-07:00Shoes, cereal, and more...After having lived with my in-laws for a few weeks (which was really more pleasant than I'm about to make it sound), I had a few realizations. Not the least of which is...being a grown up really is okay. Seriously.<br />
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While the occasional desire to curl up into fetal position and suck my thumb will hit during a bad day; like when your business fails, your child gets broken and you come down with pneumonia all at once, I can still accept that generally speaking. grown-up is good. To prove my point I have created a list of the reasons why. Feel free to steal them as needed:<br />
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<li><b>Parking in the garage. </b> It is a royal blessing to have your car stay cooler/safer/ice-free and to not have to walk through the rain/snow/apocalyptic Fresno heat to get into it. While we were teenagers mom and dad always got to park in the garage. Guess who's the mom now!</li>
<li><b>Sugar cereal</b>. As I continue to divert my children from the joys breakfast induced sugar comas to start the day, I myself am not opposed to partaking of the occasional gritty bowl of mouth shredding deliciousness that is Froot Loops. I'm an adult, I know EXACTLY what this stuff is doing to my internal organs. I just don't care.</li>
<li><b>Buying candy at the check out counter.</b> Every time I went with my mom to the grocery store, I lived with the vain hope that she would one day take pity on me and notice how desperately I wanted one of those super tasty Hersheys chocolate bars staring at me right over the conveyor belt. Now it's my money, my shopping trip, my cholesterol that is paying the bill, and when no one is around to see me it's MY candy bar. Any... Kind... I... Want.</li>
<li><b>Watching T.V.</b> While watching tv was allowed with the in-laws here, when the tv was on EvErYbOdY was watching it together. All Of Us. As an adult in my own home I cherish the time I have after the kids are in bed to sink myself in the guilty pleasures of prime time tv. Vampire Diaries, Project Runway, Bones, New Girl, Big Bang Theory...Some are stupid, some are nerdy, some are gross, and some can really be inappropriate, and no one can say a thing about them. My time, my decision, my guilty pleasure.</li>
<li><b>No P.E</b>. I'm sorry, but that alone is worth growing up for. If you don't understand what I mean by this then you obviously weren't an awkward, overly tall, uncoordinated mess of a girl with no discernible athletic skills. Even kickball was beyond my ability. </li>
<li><b>Shoe Shopping.</b> Enough said.</li>
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shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-9422897346412547072014-10-16T19:50:00.001-07:002014-10-16T21:26:09.264-07:00The ups and downs of life...and pretty dresses.It's been awhile.<br />
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The fact that I am blogging means that things are changing for me. In a good way I hope.<br />
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For 5 years now I have worked at a real live paying job while simultaneously working at a time eating, zombie creating, mom-reducing, money sucking small business. The business was so small that not enough people came. And now it is over.<br />
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I'd like to say I'm devastated. I'm not. I feel like that is wrong somehow? After investing blood, sweat and tears into this endeavor for 5 long years you would think I'd be sadder to see it go. I am sad to not be able to provide a much needed service in our area, and I'm sad that I won't be meeting more of the amazingly wonderful people that have come into my life through this business. But that's all. I am not sad that I'm no longer spending every Saturday in servitude, I am not sad that I'm killing my back and working until 9:00 at night, and I am definitely not sad that I am continuing to do these things while not earning a dime.<br />
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I did it for the love. For the love of beautiful dresses, and of happy brides, and of being told I was a blessing to these girls and their families. I wanted to help, I wanted to be an answer to somebody's prayers and I did my absolute best to achieve that. Now however, it's time for me to try to be a blessing in my families lives. It's been a long time since I have been able to do that, I'm not sure if I remember how.<br />
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shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-73310519769848156972010-05-09T11:19:00.000-07:002014-10-16T21:26:58.482-07:00MoMs...<div align="center">
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Steffie- My dear sister became the crafty mom that I always thought I'D be! She has outshown me in craftiness and I love her children like they are my own. </div>
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Kimmie- Auntie Ki...With Peeps came a side of you I'm not sure I ever expected to see. We've found common ground with kids in a way that we didn't quite achieve with teaching. Now we talk Disneyland, Kids Boutiques, illnesses, lessons, AND all the regular stuff too. I feel like in motherhood we found each other, we have the same genetics, I'm not alone in my passions. :)<br />
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Tracy B- You work 100 hours a week and STILL find time to sword fight and bike ride and play dress up and bake and volunteer AND be a World-Class entrepreneur! I feel inadequate every time I read you FB posts. I'm just sayin'.<br />
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Keri B- YAY! a RELAXED mom! You make me feel like I can just be ME!!! You do the things that you are able to do and don't stress yourself over the things you aren't. And your children are exceptionally well-balanced and independent because of it! I LOVE that you know who you are as a mother and you don't try to be anyone else.<br />
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Carrie P- You are one of the SWEETEST women I know! You are infinitely patient...like, beyond words, patient. I know you don't think so, but you are. I always feel like you like me for who I am, not who I try to be.<br />
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Kim D- Is there anyone who constantly does so much for her children, and the community, as you do. You see a need and you don't just tell somebody about it...you walk right in and fix it. You provide so much love for your boys by your actions. You make the world a better place for them and for the rest of us.<br />
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Diane- MOM! All I can say is, you were right. </div>
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Happy Mothers Day Ladies! </div>
shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-43722580058314563342010-05-05T06:41:00.000-07:002010-05-05T06:50:12.625-07:00My awesome kid!!I totally can't believe this, but I got an amazing note forwarded from a girlfriend of mine. It is regarding Jakes baseball game last week. It was one of his best games ever! I was that totally ridiculous mom screaming "That's my kid!!" from the stands. A mom on the team we were playing against got some great videos of Jake and passed them on to my coach. The first video is an awesome double play that was nearly triple if it had been caught at home base. The second is a diving catch he made that was AWESOME! This is a special thanks to the mom from the other team who caught these on video and thought to pass them on to me! She titled the email : "Great plays by your 1st base player" Here is her message and the link to the <a href="http://sharing.theflip.com/session/235a98715c1ef84f9d7ea6954153214a/video/13442027">videos</a>.shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-79467857137293233252010-04-13T18:43:00.000-07:002010-04-13T19:12:44.054-07:00Baby Sister gets a shower...not because she stinks!Disclaimer - These pics are TOTALLY out of order...I am apparently so retarded that I can't seem to get them to move around, so please, just deal with it. And I say that in the nicest way possible. Really.<br /><br />Last weekend was my baby sister Michelle's Bridal Shower Fete put on by the Bridesmaids, me & Stef. Stef and I are the creative, the Bridesmaids are the backers...it works very well for all of us. Here is a sneak peek at the event which turned out great.<br /><br /><br />My table decor. Birdies, cages, flowers, ect...it was a kind of vintage english garden "themeish" type event. It was fun to decorate for and the bonus is I now have cute decorations for the bridal salon. Sweet.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gyli1ZGtVrxQODPLcXzq2zxvXSTNUuf0r6DQG38J3kPSveWiKaNDThmtNJoNcHHhJRnt2AGLF3ltRQ5H-ocEeQ_63SkTQfxanNMc308uApxrMtTCs_elwaX6Gq-Ws9Y5TuHIpnIvy29J/s1600/100_1441.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459804757660159410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7gyli1ZGtVrxQODPLcXzq2zxvXSTNUuf0r6DQG38J3kPSveWiKaNDThmtNJoNcHHhJRnt2AGLF3ltRQ5H-ocEeQ_63SkTQfxanNMc308uApxrMtTCs_elwaX6Gq-Ws9Y5TuHIpnIvy29J/s400/100_1441.JPG" /></a> Cousins, cousins, cousins! All of the girlies had their own table together. Jordyn, Mandy, Kiernan, and Piper.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsUbZ1hQAN7KsDnHQjJ4QlkWaNpgiFv6SC5gMa-JZB5gWxCBEOgI6gckGDrCQX0oF3DzD5-5GxsStaeIo5JK_-9C8thF2DmK1ysF3lGFohZQ1GfL-NWx9c4n3hMjQpksxrQsZU2pBwO6W/s1600/100_1451.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459804751975573458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHsUbZ1hQAN7KsDnHQjJ4QlkWaNpgiFv6SC5gMa-JZB5gWxCBEOgI6gckGDrCQX0oF3DzD5-5GxsStaeIo5JK_-9C8thF2DmK1ysF3lGFohZQ1GfL-NWx9c4n3hMjQpksxrQsZU2pBwO6W/s400/100_1451.JPG" /></a> Here come the Bridesmaids...Ivana, Tierney, Michelle, Joanna, and Meg.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq8lvZohiAHA2OEx9IyXz0rlxpZ6-m4ZVa8Oy6Ynbm04AcL6P-B7ahb49hhrWwgWXLWwUXhh2ww3-D_BgG_iYwtCy8GYQ4eg3s4D92GNiYEms-g8zPSm9i8KJw3yWrTgi7XQvRB2G_X4c/s1600/Mish+Shower+026.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459804024841551122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOq8lvZohiAHA2OEx9IyXz0rlxpZ6-m4ZVa8Oy6Ynbm04AcL6P-B7ahb49hhrWwgWXLWwUXhh2ww3-D_BgG_iYwtCy8GYQ4eg3s4D92GNiYEms-g8zPSm9i8KJw3yWrTgi7XQvRB2G_X4c/s400/Mish+Shower+026.JPG" /></a>Here you have it...Four generations of Turk Women! I LOVE this picture!!!<br /><div><div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459804015289348866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIhmU-025Zkizc_aW0HQ74kpu1MIzWkhg7b5VgzgQ7xsb2uhWCZTMSxolc5Fka2k6KPw5kTzf_4nt2MMsS9a5UxfUlcTNzGRtpdr5bYJZaD-kRN9Lv-0jBakSzTRa_mHWzAJ1qOka-OFl6/s400/Mish+Shower+032.JPG" /></div><div>The beautiful bride-to-be...I seriously CANNOT believe she's getting married! Stef and I both expected her to be the baby forever and come live with us to keep us from going crazy with our own families. While not a great scenario for her, it suited us quite nicely.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LmWm582qJlHjw0gXw99uB7mRusAkWI6mc_01dXs72iMAnnM3vNnIb8QA4STrPNOk87qX9mLd2HJLGKs49yDurESjqXnZ52r0F3UuEAAuFNFSnox-ud3ItdSPvGDLjHWebot6fyqrNd6w/s1600/Mish+Shower+023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459803627200723458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7LmWm582qJlHjw0gXw99uB7mRusAkWI6mc_01dXs72iMAnnM3vNnIb8QA4STrPNOk87qX9mLd2HJLGKs49yDurESjqXnZ52r0F3UuEAAuFNFSnox-ud3ItdSPvGDLjHWebot6fyqrNd6w/s400/Mish+Shower+023.JPG" /></a> Stef and I hard at work. There's always enough time to strike a pose...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QuBEdMMVPUjpR4hcg0JJMw7XzfvgWTjBKWF86Izrwx2BRRf4Ax5a4Zz3aLZ7jWc06LB3-DiYukluENKMKCG8-TaLFGruPYvdjBY464Mqyn61aSf37sTTNsoGTNP6R19gaKCfouPPkPs_/s1600/Mish+Shower+007.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459803623032686194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QuBEdMMVPUjpR4hcg0JJMw7XzfvgWTjBKWF86Izrwx2BRRf4Ax5a4Zz3aLZ7jWc06LB3-DiYukluENKMKCG8-TaLFGruPYvdjBY464Mqyn61aSf37sTTNsoGTNP6R19gaKCfouPPkPs_/s400/Mish+Shower+007.JPG" /></a> The gift table.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO7gJbHEUp4MHWcMTXXsUO9-S-ZEEj3nlncs1tHv8H8_oYEJgcsKKXtT7NZSQQRPMAHcfCWKTcwsJRcOagFGdvJ3t26_HLi_pc8nX6Q6VbVnnbWR-5hNFPiw0mcl_PRdSd03fFTLS-3gH/s1600/Mish+Shower+005.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459803611519017298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqO7gJbHEUp4MHWcMTXXsUO9-S-ZEEj3nlncs1tHv8H8_oYEJgcsKKXtT7NZSQQRPMAHcfCWKTcwsJRcOagFGdvJ3t26_HLi_pc8nX6Q6VbVnnbWR-5hNFPiw0mcl_PRdSd03fFTLS-3gH/s400/Mish+Shower+005.JPG" /></a>The "Dessert bar". Steffies cupcake fiesta, and Michelles favorite bundt cakes...baby size. We slaved away on the most ADORABLE sugar cookies that we decorated for the party favors and of course got NO pictures of them. And we were so proud of those stupid things too! You can see one on top of the bundt cake tree, it's a wedding dress.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459803598984387186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuReP5tCeL2SECvxKvfOLDFThfvk50IJE-0CJG7ZMzDaA_X7JCQVJeWPr6yjfqBil7b7Zme7qstnVZmu2WO_wPNyDU8NCzL03mD_YEFF50erR4b_cpoPy0qSdn8vcLcKEiTF7-PZtfAA2q/s400/Mish+Shower+004.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>Well, now that that party is over it's time to work on the BIG EVENT! I can't wait to see everything together on the big day...watch for the post. May 22nd, 2009...here we come!</p>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-73549274897210428082010-04-09T07:46:00.000-07:002010-04-09T08:06:15.874-07:00Retro bloggingI'm trying to get inspired by blogging again. In order to do that I am posting a few of the posts that people have told me are their favorites. Hope to enjoy the Coleman Family flash backs...<br /><br /><a href="http://shelbrz.blogspot.com/2007/11/disneyland-how-tos.html">Disneyland How-To's</a><br /><a href="http://shelbrz.blogspot.com/2007/09/princesses-dont-pick.html">Princesses Don't Pick</a><br /><a href="http://shelbrz.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-kids-are-trying-to-kill-me.html">My Kids Are Trying To Kill Me</a><br /><a href="http://shelbrz.blogspot.com/2008/11/anatomy-of-princess.html">The Anatomy of a Princess</a><br /><a href="http://shelbrz.blogspot.com/2008/08/drama-rama.html">Drama-Rama</a><br /><a href="http://shelbrz.blogspot.com/2008/04/minivan-momma-and-curse-of-caravan.html">Mini Van Momma and the Curse of the Caravan</a>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-49840037879342791832010-04-09T07:36:00.000-07:002010-04-09T07:43:25.988-07:00Things to come...I've been told, by no less than 3 people this week, that I need to get back into blogging. I think they're right. My dilemma however, is where to begin, since it has been so long. I'm thinking that my best bet is to just move forward from here...covering the last few months may be too overwhelming for me. So much has been going on.<br /><br />So here is a preview of things to come...<br /><br />Michelles bridal shower<br />Wedding prep for my sister<br />Jake and baseball<br />Any thing that Kiernan may do<br />ect....shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-68881936149497535512010-01-03T19:57:00.000-08:002010-01-03T19:58:58.984-08:00The gifts that keep on giving....I just wanted to send Grandma Diane a big THANKS for the helicopter she got jake for Christmas...he's really enjoying it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayNGwD5MlgiQhuAcyLbHvTbBM_uoOKTJF5w5Ad6flUo7K39LobrVornugrxZo5CpxNLhXGkUyytcjkvWHjpvje_i3tb42GNj4FWQJ6iZZtUvkd2R1zCbEWqbxZgDg_J8AKthS6Gvte-PO/s1600-h/IMG00345.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422728909570238082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjayNGwD5MlgiQhuAcyLbHvTbBM_uoOKTJF5w5Ad6flUo7K39LobrVornugrxZo5CpxNLhXGkUyytcjkvWHjpvje_i3tb42GNj4FWQJ6iZZtUvkd2R1zCbEWqbxZgDg_J8AKthS6Gvte-PO/s400/IMG00345.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PmWVsBmX8ffum75KXGLQPXFDypc048Si1Fa00ar-T13Z8npksVTUrAxgCgAoYqtPw74KRfNWqIHkhX4VoJBkOfZ2cBARq_CUNgrHA-plUJxQ6z45LAavnYtSDWOKTo3GY210tQQNr9PM/s1600-h/IMG00344.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422728901630742546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2PmWVsBmX8ffum75KXGLQPXFDypc048Si1Fa00ar-T13Z8npksVTUrAxgCgAoYqtPw74KRfNWqIHkhX4VoJBkOfZ2cBARq_CUNgrHA-plUJxQ6z45LAavnYtSDWOKTo3GY210tQQNr9PM/s400/IMG00344.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-13991584105905344322010-01-01T15:42:00.000-08:002010-01-01T15:51:34.816-08:00the best gifts...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-6ChiBmpZp5X5SJ5WNLZFoKbAzuFmOkBpGN0aKfcA088ki6MVBq2VJt0_xHNDwCEJu1QqBmj6LELLnAOFEG-rmI2DUBesq4rujgHiR9vfQMeGlxwz9vYhCeOhuovSS1P3kl8qTeE6KYj/s1600-h/christmas+2009+017.jpg"></a> Christmas gifts 2009<br /><br />This is the view I get of my son all the time now...the top of his head. In the car, in the livingroom, in his bedroom, he's always looking down playing his new DS. I'll let him enjoy it until school starts...then I'll make a stand...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdSN2wAuYO_o-tSPb7Lp8KLGIiI5fRRYdolpfC6puC_S51L89EZBqhtX3BA6K5Vmfr7TSKt_hmazDL1SC7Q2R91Pr0r2FQcAByzCN5FvuARyhHguFJOv-Qtq_gmjkuzFOtHqICQ2K_dcB/s1600-h/christmas+2009+004.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421921524589361842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirdSN2wAuYO_o-tSPb7Lp8KLGIiI5fRRYdolpfC6puC_S51L89EZBqhtX3BA6K5Vmfr7TSKt_hmazDL1SC7Q2R91Pr0r2FQcAByzCN5FvuARyhHguFJOv-Qtq_gmjkuzFOtHqICQ2K_dcB/s400/christmas+2009+004.jpg" /></a> Meet Elizabeth. She is the newest member of our family, <em>and</em> the BEST Christmas present EVER...until she went into hibernation hours after Kiernan received her. Now she is represented by a box of dirt sitting on Kiernans dresser. And K now wants to know where HER DS is?<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421921517127774306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUcNN-YBrkqO2pqg3JRIxKkO__UA1_ZrZ2zqA6DiNBYo1RmJXp6ZNfICtRLVakt9mc7A_gkW15ynuJQAKFmAGf5e3TIdAlptCw4czfPNfXHI67B72BDGsjzE2s_LGqhG9InvXHHRr0DMO6/s400/christmas+2009+009.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh70iTtpnCk4evbKn8PSGlT9Loezai6C_EQxVab_dt7rFQrxTwP1OYvuvgP5P2aUfOMLqPsEX29vqMvMfgTIxiqxF99AIYzKBSVHVyIaLJPxDbSDSOgV8uDcXEKr8TsW-OCYYS1jdnMRl0V/s1600-h/christmas+2009+001.jpg"></a> Cute huh?shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-63422633837797619532009-12-28T19:44:00.000-08:002009-12-28T20:13:33.828-08:00Nearly done with ChristmasMy mother says that I don't post enough.<br /><br /><div></div><div>I say that posting takes a lot of time...is she going to babysit while I do it?<br /><br /></div><div>Yeah. I didn't think so.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Christmas is gone, and as always it is with a sigh of relief that I bid it adieu. Thank goodness that it only lasts esentially one month of the year, I might collapse of exhaustion otherwise. We had a lovely holiday, very little drama, lots of get-togethers. Jacob's favorite gift is his Nintendo DS, Kiernan's is her "real live" turtle. She has been dubbed Elizabeth. No, I don't know why.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>Mike and I did very little for each other this year, considering the bills from renovating the house this year, starting a new business this year, and medical bills for Kiernans visit to Valley Childrens Hospital in December. I have never made it a year without paying for some kind visit to an emergency room for one of the kids. Mainly for Kiernan. She is beautifully dangerous at all times, I never relax when she is around. Never.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br />With her I either have this...</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420502163131985378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6N71DFwBUNm1D34MUmbgl-G2U0CUEpvj_m7p4FOzV7TqtENZL6MO0VFcQOVchg82b3TBiqsxztZejipfF87BZTaVL9ExlKvHi8unji5IT-2Kt338eF67KKvnyzAV7D5z95a0tOd3PByO5/s400/zoo,+mich+dress,+fig,+mattress,+halloween+101.jpg" /> Or this...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420503466513427922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZTSLzTR8ZcX_ukiMcoRoI3sbTmHhTokJAVerbNbjmo7Mxb_rrRgyt_DAHMrZkE3iwLUpQnrlKpo6GYwY2DF2i9FmoLtOYFD_B3A3ZzE51N7VVShaZ9QKmJ8tJUZGvLKVVOZqlXjtQoUnf/s400/IMG00300.jpg" />There is no in between.<br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm trying to decide if I had a favorite part of Christmas this year...apparently not, since no one thing comes to mind. At this very second my favorite part is surviving. Which I did. Yay.<br /></div><div></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-57407200565993967162009-12-19T19:41:00.000-08:002009-12-19T19:58:05.235-08:00What's going on...Soooo long since I've posted. Life has been out-running me lately. I love all of my jobs, but 3-4 is getting to be too much I think.<br /><br />The credit union in the morning is the most sensible...It's while the kids are at school, it's the best pay, I am pretty good at it, I love the people.<br /><br />The Perfect Dress Salon is a blast. It's pretties, and sparkles, and music and friends. I'm creative in ways that stretch my imagination, they let me be free with it...no restrictions.<br /><br />When I do graphic design I love creating something so many people can see. But printwork takes time...lots of time. Postcards, business cards, logos, web banners...HOURS of work every time. But, so much satisfaction when it's done.<br /><br />The Celestial Bridal Salon is slow...it's Christmastime after all. Spring is coming and I'm hoping it gets busy. How nice would it be if THIS were my only job? The pay of the credit union, the sparkles and pretties of the salon, the satisfaction of graphic design, and best of all time for my final and most important job of all...MOM.<br /><br />To have more time for classroom volunteering, baking treats, going on field trips. Just hanging out. The kids come and snuggle in my bed in the mornings, but I have to kick them out so I can shower, do make up, hair, find the right outfit. Wouldn't I love to just lay in bed & snuggle for awhile. To make breakfast instead of handing them a cereal box and bowl.<br /><br />Regardless, things are good...I'm SOOOOO lucky to have every one of these opportunities, when so many others don't. So, I hang on to them all...with a death grip even. For now. One day it will all work it's self out.shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-64217667026740028222009-08-25T10:12:00.001-07:002009-08-25T10:16:31.055-07:00Why my daughter is a Diva...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiea48oKyUzVu8z8bNtOdA6ICUs77CtcNDYLPQQVkVu03n6MEpuyCqmF0-XSxl_63619qeKVbZOBzEFP7tjQ8cE_SPkiVWHlOgPVprCbIBmtHRuuYRiPKRBk29lv6BvL4N5UtyPw-bABpJP/s1600-h/tn.jpg"></a> <a href="http://abclocal.go.com/kfsn/story?section=news/local&id=6978872">http://abclocal.go.com/kfsn/story?section=news/local&id=6978872</a><br /><br />Some things just explain themselves.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8m_cY5McbQztW3cOdvZT-per_VkW_6DZjxKW8bRod8O4NiBQLid5gK9vzFLs1sQ2g1UKQEOm3Mqgxy2BX46OrcpXh_w2bNT7BiSTDcpO2Kwo6MwhCu-yvTPUxmJrn8jrf92zcC4ei382/s1600-h/premire+bride1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373950640637300354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8m_cY5McbQztW3cOdvZT-per_VkW_6DZjxKW8bRod8O4NiBQLid5gK9vzFLs1sQ2g1UKQEOm3Mqgxy2BX46OrcpXh_w2bNT7BiSTDcpO2Kwo6MwhCu-yvTPUxmJrn8jrf92zcC4ei382/s400/premire+bride1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWnlR4m0393pyiEUKQhOfZY2WlkGDDRYwXRQ5raMIDvMjnFYNT0N4LW8WWhxWURU50gXoHASlk2AT0aC2xeAAnFGMb-8iXvUiSDOKkRi_F9tjkiQOsf6N0lSiJevvhz1nfvUY6JxSTWTi/s1600-h/premire+bride.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373950630112492146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyWnlR4m0393pyiEUKQhOfZY2WlkGDDRYwXRQ5raMIDvMjnFYNT0N4LW8WWhxWURU50gXoHASlk2AT0aC2xeAAnFGMb-8iXvUiSDOKkRi_F9tjkiQOsf6N0lSiJevvhz1nfvUY6JxSTWTi/s400/premire+bride.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-13833149078210461672009-06-03T19:08:00.000-07:002009-06-04T07:15:30.477-07:00Over the river, and through the woods...<div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343305491446597042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ1OGwK9skWo8w_qO29-1wRrm2lKUl0ytS1cbTFsYXv-A2O-1CHxjSb9Prb-j_NcqjWq3g9EUgWmyk_DB3WMO8PDF_fozxTm6hSxcHB2Xa9XLKWcvEppqkcrF8njxDR4cfaP5TVhQT92K/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+068.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Grandpas house...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2P32yZQJr15ZYQ5cutoRa1Tliysnv1Hkmp24jXZink2WShBtg7Z5v_diIqBTWNr6aNfUjA9l_xx5RbvpRs1Cj1rt5pssTEusDKAjHYAd8H7MmH0H576hmt-qR3Q4y2kT_dsKghPyGQ-w/s1600-h/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343305490392472514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2P32yZQJr15ZYQ5cutoRa1Tliysnv1Hkmp24jXZink2WShBtg7Z5v_diIqBTWNr6aNfUjA9l_xx5RbvpRs1Cj1rt5pssTEusDKAjHYAd8H7MmH0H576hmt-qR3Q4y2kT_dsKghPyGQ-w/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+072.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Below Mount Lassen</div><br />What a great weekend!<br /><br />Well, it was just Dad and the girls (minus Michelle) taking a trip to Hat Creek, California to visit my grandpa. Grandpa has been living up in the hills for ever and ever. Grandpa has had alot of health problems over the last few years, and we've really been wanting to get up to see him. My Dad drove, and I rode up front just like I said I would. Stef got in the back, and the proceeded to stretch out along the back seat and drift off to sleep...Hi, I'm Shelby, and I'm stupid, just a bit jealous there! SO, anyways, I slept upright and dad drove. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">We managed to make a 6-7 hour trip about 8 hours, which my dad seemed surprisingly relaxed about. There was McDonalds (bathroom), Gas station bathroom, Rest stop bathroom, Starbucks, lunch at a mall, and finally we hit Redding. Redding is 80 miles from Hat Creek, but my dad wanted to show us the Sundial Bridge. It's a bridge that's a giant sundial...get it! You can tell time with the bridge, which was surprisingly accurate by the way.<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290829550730978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLxzZh82oIE36GXmWW-ThyphenhyphenN2Un6UfVjRrIroH-klhKQNjz3Xu8pgozFp5lpnqCm80EWZbJap1SpiHE_u1DesMPTO7K1qSVdaVfpEgUE4mYjIu854AhdFBp8Sq61CRb9pJcDKb4wEE4D5ev/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+008.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Handsome Dad on the bridge over the Sacramento river. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343289564273780130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF5OkYIIseQ49WUKRMFStEuhck1Gy602NhLwA5MaY74WrGP1lPbJPQVuiaHvbrLV6IUD2dy0FGc7PqV65jXEsWRibW5hfuIZ2CV3xaUT48uUNs8ShbC0SzuhMQ7KS7SdJiL2yPmnGN0RIe/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">The floor of the bridge is glass, very cool. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343289570643010962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnkKX7KO9HjSLH2VB_pQ370yEgtsVBPQR78bHXCEJfTcKizVJzO8wLXdAl96gcZDNc-vbRdP3zAYBLf4cfYEyhRtJTBkpqKqxENl_1GVkmfpu6Wgqm9uAjU8HAs20lj8ATraFdb9eaCZVV/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+010.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">We got to grandpas and the first thing he did was grab his lawn chairs so that we could sit with him and watch the interstate traffic go by. It's his favorite passtime. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343289574500984018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBYAJObSCSabdESRXF78uWaHTs69YUDMFjboZZAHjYFeWkHXP7jwcAxt0HBsSYy0od7T8Sv3lVyKndWfXPZz0Ce3fc_2z8dSIyU2TwwcyDGxcbOj8sw5kIcGoCPpYx6egLjJ4jY9X6D8AD/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+011.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Chatting. Check out the cute house. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrNzQSQJjV5jctkTHv5oTj9iuJowKsfqV3sv6A-nLaW5lNx73R4ijIPX1Jm5qkZOgTXlsw7YpKowBjmT9Kw84KVLDEFDhtc-hR1-4wM64YLgM3RHl7isIroR-UAJFrw9ndnau7eqxzOaPc/s1600-h/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+063.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290842329141826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrNzQSQJjV5jctkTHv5oTj9iuJowKsfqV3sv6A-nLaW5lNx73R4ijIPX1Jm5qkZOgTXlsw7YpKowBjmT9Kw84KVLDEFDhtc-hR1-4wM64YLgM3RHl7isIroR-UAJFrw9ndnau7eqxzOaPc/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+063.jpg" border="0" /></a> Grandpa had a lot of great stories to tell us, stuff we had never even heard about before. Every morning he was the first up, and all kinds of chatty. Did I mention he was up VERY early?<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iAb-6mjS-xu6av74eInaerDhB4nsdpi0Wt5NMrOxvihrujHgNVycM_J9hj52jUBqDJhexkgS6HnG-wNwMWj_s6RpCCYrvNNQlPNjESAJ_fDA53G_edH5SLC_xvs9U1PzZoKoJZjGtPP6/s1600-h/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290838955134034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0iAb-6mjS-xu6av74eInaerDhB4nsdpi0Wt5NMrOxvihrujHgNVycM_J9hj52jUBqDJhexkgS6HnG-wNwMWj_s6RpCCYrvNNQlPNjESAJ_fDA53G_edH5SLC_xvs9U1PzZoKoJZjGtPP6/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+057.jpg" border="0" /></a> This is Birney Falls, not far from his house. Part of the river runs underground...you can see it pouring out of the walls of the canyon. It was SUPER COOL!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRi1bFK0bVRDQrig0Hq9NFYagZdgBpKAeFZc-p3voLDhbcCJsV8iSjU-JJf397g5ZA9cwiKZuKxvWJO03pFj9qCTP4Vk5FRO4TtxojBdsaPWIs4HMq4MUYSlFN-Xk62zeMHG1663h4Wxw/s1600-h/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+033.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290836023395314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMRi1bFK0bVRDQrig0Hq9NFYagZdgBpKAeFZc-p3voLDhbcCJsV8iSjU-JJf397g5ZA9cwiKZuKxvWJO03pFj9qCTP4Vk5FRO4TtxojBdsaPWIs4HMq4MUYSlFN-Xk62zeMHG1663h4Wxw/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+033.jpg" border="0" /></a>This is my friend Bob. He tried to snuggle up to my sister, but she wasn't having any of that. Bob is a great swimmer, and a touch shy. Watch the video at the bottom of this page to see me making friends with Bob.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXp81WP-BkuqhR-7wpRC9k5Zz3XEan_ALEWjQ3hGrOhD7fWkY5Ld3VghMOAr1VArgGsPBEE74bMPUPq9gprn7MypWM2XvsN28eWm2O43lF0WKwJZ6xCG-JVUiu8kGEqZmTlEmzaHljTZ_/s1600-h/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343290833562047186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqXp81WP-BkuqhR-7wpRC9k5Zz3XEan_ALEWjQ3hGrOhD7fWkY5Ld3VghMOAr1VArgGsPBEE74bMPUPq9gprn7MypWM2XvsN28eWm2O43lF0WKwJZ6xCG-JVUiu8kGEqZmTlEmzaHljTZ_/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+028.jpg" border="0" /></a> Just pretty</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343289581292345314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMRy_8BPmyaQ-HWDZ2Vk2O-zUO7-KYr6XP4vaz4XJuX7QqwDW3_tg5OeYinh21NNuTiyTsvzRwG4NrRp30dr_1evgBrDAKTOYmWeqJQ0ojT50YfdGh6LMYC3phqjQgwbTNBMwW0pQd7Xan/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+046.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>Hiking around the falls.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343289575521497986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Es9tmUcwAswILGfigM8MgKwRrsnQRip8Js-pPvaK2Y2QurJiXOiKL3cRAxGxDwmYUUh98xJk7bXWH3wrTJ0jo3a33ZRkplFIWbcUK1FFpVVP_Vmx5sUdZgzvkjeehKOhSgZLTCbleBoC/s400/may2009+baby+shower+baseball+hat+creek+018.jpg" border="0" />I went exploring the super cool lava mountains while dad and Stef stayed safe on the ground. Chickens. Thats all lava beds under their feet.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyKjd0Ubfp449pgDlQWgWf4CuLujTvMEpvmlXsVqDY7m2i3IFfRxnsFF1qWhp3tNorTdnys-Uw0JvffDeT8lg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Shelby the snake hunter<br /><div></div></div><br /></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-25375070668359511302009-06-01T07:45:00.000-07:002009-06-01T07:54:43.779-07:00countdownBaseball season.....OVER!<br />School.....................2 weeks!<br />Dance Class............1 month!<br /><br />Not having to run around like a crazy person all week long....PRICELESS!<br /><br />Is it terrible that I am so looking forward to school getting out? I used to think parents who said they were glad school was almost done were CRAZY! Are you kidding, free babysitting for most of the day?! HaH! That "free babysitting" includes homework, studying for tests, field trips, waking up, getting ready, classroom visits, sack lunches, "friend drama", pick up & drop off EVERY DAY.<br /><br />Ugh, is it June yet?shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-86320015748363059382009-05-12T07:58:00.000-07:002009-05-12T08:02:53.001-07:00RiddleWhat do the following items have in common... <div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div>A car jack</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>A Jeep</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>A chain</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div>An axe</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div>And a shovel?</div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /> </div><div>Answer: They are all yard tools when my husband gets his hands on them.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334952601112862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcY0J13esG5LQj3p4BP5ljntomnyreKCQfYnEbFs11xZ1iei6zbi1R3pbSUblSkAZuYxCREVNTarrYINafmjW6DDosRQWDiwqTvBd9jyEDBd16uzy61Qj1Us3DXUfkbAOcpUQk8aqxSVh_/s400/stump+removal+003.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334952603689593682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWjC_nZRw_B5yiL0CP8jNJMDX1KWoBTrcLR5TQUkM6u0ELT2n8gGXyutPzRghGGKgHToU6A79t7Y8fFgq_w3Rw6B6dv6E5dc2bJrd8wgGKla4Z8Fw8DMVGxV4iEuRkXrNCNl8U8Ka3VxT/s400/stump+removal+002.jpg" border="0" />shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-27105293771630294072009-05-10T15:54:00.000-07:002009-05-10T19:26:17.577-07:00Road Trippin'Next weekend my sister Stuffy and I get to go on a road trip with Daddy. <em>Our </em>daddy, that is. Our baby Sis Mush will be off frolicking in the waves of Mexico with her boyfriend "Uncle G", and Stuffy & I will be in the back seat of the Yukon alternately taking naps and picking on each other, much like when we travelled as children.<br /><div></div><br /><div>Actually, I may get in the front seat, it is MY spot after all...I am the oldest, I've earned it. It's funny how these things are a given. Like, when we go somewhere with Mom in the car <strong>I</strong> drive, even if my sisters are there. Why do I drive, you ask? Have you ever ridden in a car with my Mom? Hmmm! Really she isn't a bad driver, but it's not exactly relaxing either. That's not to say that I'm "Suzy Safe Driver" myself. My parents came to visit me in Texas once and my father still tells everyone the story about how I gave him chest pains because I blew through downtown Houston on a major interstate, at night, while texting. I really thought he was going to have a heart attack because of my driving. So I texted Mush to tell her about it. Looking back it wasn't the brightest idea...but he sure loves to tell that story!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So anyways, Mush is frolicking while I ride in the front seat alternately mocking Stuffy and most likely reading a book. While both of my sisters are fun to travel with, I have a little bit more fun with Mush...because she is soooo much easier to tease. Stuffy is too much like me for me to pick on. We did in fact have Mush convinced once that cows had shorter legs on one side of their body so that they could stand up straight on a hill. Priceless. She was 16.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Stuffy on the other hand likes games. Most likely we'll have a deck of cards or some other form of entertainment to keep us busy. We're going to Redding, it'll be a good 6 hours or more on the road, and my Dad will most likely drive straight through. I'm a terrible car traveller, which means I don't like it, not that I can't do it. I would rather go through labor again than go on a road trip across the country, but don't tell my husband that. He still thinks there's a chance I may accept a road trip at some point...Fat Chance, I say. Anyhow, Stuffy & I will plot, plan, chat, and play...all the way to Redding. Maybe we'll start planning Mush's wedding to Uncle G...<em>not that they're even engaged,</em> but it's what Stuff and I love to do together, and we could do it for hours!</div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-26838014205446029052009-05-03T13:56:00.000-07:002009-05-03T14:53:52.228-07:00Raking the pool<span style="color:#ffffff;">WHAT?!<br /><br />Doesn't eveybody have to rake their pool?<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331704914407613026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQWvNTShSxlf-dvS5Y0n4M25MQgyzBQ0WNLDglTfzU89P_C1UjBt-L_B7eaj1onoS5Dbbj-yF4f0J3hcq3UO2HCefZFxTyifFxJ-EQaFt7RQLuvR_EwYsZD-XzR8LaYb1Ef9k4oVQlgOaR/s400/pajamaparty+towels+010.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6htSGscXnK-JdYd3WGFTeerA6MlS0o4z4-wBhel4kcLgt78F4avF5NYHXavVHIJuv4sFbxgR7M0euKMLeyTKY8FBZick2OVB4Hlr_pX6rQFmpp2GijP5i30vIrw1i7TBhN5ow1lIjU9k/s1600-h/pajamaparty+towels+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331705170326678626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6htSGscXnK-JdYd3WGFTeerA6MlS0o4z4-wBhel4kcLgt78F4avF5NYHXavVHIJuv4sFbxgR7M0euKMLeyTKY8FBZick2OVB4Hlr_pX6rQFmpp2GijP5i30vIrw1i7TBhN5ow1lIjU9k/s400/pajamaparty+towels+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGBqBR8Vvb5ZOyBxTUEe23F_VhiFhs3DcqNMwV4gIIP3A_By4JRjHiMeHixkGej7q9auWnwKodjyxRjZP2J6a2nt5uG6Jo7-uec8XrPL9l2SHSlKNyeNQZdQX6C9RVbIzqkx3aF__kXoV/s1600-h/pajamaparty+towels+008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331705165582574738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGBqBR8Vvb5ZOyBxTUEe23F_VhiFhs3DcqNMwV4gIIP3A_By4JRjHiMeHixkGej7q9auWnwKodjyxRjZP2J6a2nt5uG6Jo7-uec8XrPL9l2SHSlKNyeNQZdQX6C9RVbIzqkx3aF__kXoV/s400/pajamaparty+towels+008.jpg" border="0" /></a></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-83238988477841625602009-04-26T21:02:00.000-07:002009-04-26T21:31:31.069-07:00Angels in the outfield, or out in the fields...No. Not this kind of angels.<br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329217581872727042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKe4yCg8e3czBiC7BvAFbEkHvIhTJlioh3J-fWHRolhjgo4SnNNpJWgkdQacNLX4sDoUdMkeKoHXZS2989mcZknUHXcaOLkbk4JsLHxMvfmiN2NdJV1nQOf_WFZhHjczLfHPK1iC42WqJo/s400/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+086.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>THIS kind of angels!</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329218179779368066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLwhy6xAq5CvTMcvV6rlAdAsW928KRJH2oP8Lv7l1rt8v-aar9jYTsD_XULBwnWKXBnoMjzgRXQgVrXY_fXa1qJaZj4XwtIYBeNmWL_-FIcENn34SmdxNGKI8jol8debcGuE5H7PgyIAb4/s400/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+081.jpg" border="0" /></div><div>This last weekend the youth of my church went on a "pioneer trek" to reenact what it was like to be pioneers pulling their handcarts west across the country. Part of the many trek activities is when the "pioneers" have travelled most of the day (6 miles by foot, I believe) as they near the end of their journey they hear a choir of angels welcoming them to their destination...</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>OKAY, stop right there!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I know. I CAN NOT sing! I know this, my family knows this, my friends know this, the poor people sitting next to me in church know this. I can't sing, hum, or even sway to the music very well. So how did I end up here? Let's just say it was a case of desperate measures being taken. And just a little bit of mouthing the words.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>I won't even mention the absence of a real bathroom...or what it's like to traipse through the hills in heels (the only white shoes I had).</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div>Regardless, we drove up past Coarsgold and waited in the wilderness for the weary travellers so that we could sing them home. It was actually very moving. We were at the top of the final hill just above a bend in the road and it was so fun to see the kids, several of whom I have taught, come around that bend and see their faces light up when they saw us. Many tears were shed by the pioneers, and by the angels. Here are the first of approximately 400 kids coming around the bend in the road. Exhausted, dirty & sore...</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPC-YarewF0TVh6fTAjLEuR6Wdfhlx0nfghoouNND_Fm4Twq0WvaJ62a6VzgM1HXaAevra4jucuq5UkpalXsZ0v0kZdUc9HShp25WO4RzTqgrgHBskEro7wCl1ZADl_jpATuwTLfPvlFH/s1600-h/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329217590756159202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidPC-YarewF0TVh6fTAjLEuR6Wdfhlx0nfghoouNND_Fm4Twq0WvaJ62a6VzgM1HXaAevra4jucuq5UkpalXsZ0v0kZdUc9HShp25WO4RzTqgrgHBskEro7wCl1ZADl_jpATuwTLfPvlFH/s400/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+068.jpg" border="0" /></a> Me, my sister Stef and niece Jordyn. We spent a fun day together. (Aren't we angelic?)<br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4Byh6xj8JDWyLF1dCVbkxRTPkwbv14tdddzngrCga7gE4pt-Nt37vnOwYNaPKy-VSWNGKMfMlq4mZsY6PYcis6z8xsnbQo-7YG1JmfpLE-u_DEEJp3cMXLc9Tr0bIRsmM82uF9oqZ1GN/s1600-h/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329217578622237970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4Byh6xj8JDWyLF1dCVbkxRTPkwbv14tdddzngrCga7gE4pt-Nt37vnOwYNaPKy-VSWNGKMfMlq4mZsY6PYcis6z8xsnbQo-7YG1JmfpLE-u_DEEJp3cMXLc9Tr0bIRsmM82uF9oqZ1GN/s400/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+087.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Stef & Jordyn with the sun behind them. I love this pic!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz0vPHwdz957tkQq4tqhyphenhyphenvAqupAgwItcP51u-ZmuonZ2Y6X2v3yZJZYUiKlp-4VW3TjbMj5DpIe13zjM19DjfYCc__aYglhRIN45Da_eJVCpxiO6k5BmpLCv9afKIBbJ-MzGKsxpaIU4x/s1600-h/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+084.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329217577762486290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz0vPHwdz957tkQq4tqhyphenhyphenvAqupAgwItcP51u-ZmuonZ2Y6X2v3yZJZYUiKlp-4VW3TjbMj5DpIe13zjM19DjfYCc__aYglhRIN45Da_eJVCpxiO6k5BmpLCv9afKIBbJ-MzGKsxpaIU4x/s400/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+084.jpg" border="0" /></a> As we were singing, we positively echoed through the hills. Literally!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXD4oGKuVGiN9SeszVv00jiqODhceaPS2RHi3zuF-1bQRZqNEeRyteWk4TnAJJaVyTuD_r_L6xlE2hD7SOVfCeUaBB-82xhN5bCaEhUI1MVrlCXWLFPyQaHSb4oYd_2LSXko5sQjLPoez/s1600-h/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+067.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329217570206012818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUXD4oGKuVGiN9SeszVv00jiqODhceaPS2RHi3zuF-1bQRZqNEeRyteWk4TnAJJaVyTuD_r_L6xlE2hD7SOVfCeUaBB-82xhN5bCaEhUI1MVrlCXWLFPyQaHSb4oYd_2LSXko5sQjLPoez/s400/april+2009+angels+easter+towels+067.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-34844904333895441442009-04-13T08:28:00.000-07:002009-04-13T08:52:47.074-07:00Boo's Easter Dress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO1hbSOVzgSW4QPqGb37GR17TPKuvSy8ukBN3YEXOH6HMe72WrCNUMFS0RB4d3H5hMADS9lyXYGZvcIJ77B4SKDfEaTkgz1D3oRsH0S6c-M0TR-BtUBf1QsexDxBu2CoPVIcREl7lk9lT/s1600-h/easter+bella1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324204482608545410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLO1hbSOVzgSW4QPqGb37GR17TPKuvSy8ukBN3YEXOH6HMe72WrCNUMFS0RB4d3H5hMADS9lyXYGZvcIJ77B4SKDfEaTkgz1D3oRsH0S6c-M0TR-BtUBf1QsexDxBu2CoPVIcREl7lk9lT/s400/easter+bella1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well, a lot of you knew I was working on an Easter dress for my friend Tracy. Here is the finished product, on her beautiful little girl Boo. I am so pleased to have someone that lets me have the freedom to do what inspires me, and really appreciates my effort. And really...who could ask for a better model?!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4LA7oR0Ioio5l6PeP7fC72zvKW0tBLgu9VI7cvnB1HVFWPIuKYyjIYxaP0-eIjiYt_3W7PCGB-u9RC8A7izcVR-q09JoI3ho8kOBYYZDsj1kkebgofzBFpp6bE4fNiDU6LkKefcCd-W0/s1600-h/easter+bella-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200950983870786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI4LA7oR0Ioio5l6PeP7fC72zvKW0tBLgu9VI7cvnB1HVFWPIuKYyjIYxaP0-eIjiYt_3W7PCGB-u9RC8A7izcVR-q09JoI3ho8kOBYYZDsj1kkebgofzBFpp6bE4fNiDU6LkKefcCd-W0/s400/easter+bella-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO98YqwtH7sT6GzpcHgn6XdtkArM-NhsOD2gTcCLkqIURPAqzRai6HSN9HxF4sDYEGO_A9-MxiXXhsiehtys_hWG5op82w949cyDX0byumvvZQdR3g2eAWwq1MC-WqxLTsnkJelBd0ddTf/s1600-h/easter+bella2-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324200953324573538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO98YqwtH7sT6GzpcHgn6XdtkArM-NhsOD2gTcCLkqIURPAqzRai6HSN9HxF4sDYEGO_A9-MxiXXhsiehtys_hWG5op82w949cyDX0byumvvZQdR3g2eAWwq1MC-WqxLTsnkJelBd0ddTf/s400/easter+bella2-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR2Y-3a0Kr1W-94vuuvC89RHznPGcXAp1p057Sx26TKzBksGnwNfCokQxQOV1tQUg4GjuXfaxcNh4wImnYBG_LWZB_KKIt37YpgAlTceg2043Q9WZHQZ_LEhTH_0GyICAEDJ0iamxNTJr-/s1600-h/easter+bella.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-37848839931010068822009-04-10T07:30:00.000-07:002009-04-11T19:20:40.979-07:00Friends & Family Texas StyleAh, vacation! Lucky me, I got a free plane ticket on my credit card (thank you, new house purchases!) and decided it was time to head out of town. I have been missing my Texas girls the same way I missed my sisters when I was living there. They had been telling me to come visit, so I took the leap and bought the ticket. My dear wonderful friend Melanie was my "go to girl" for this trip. She drove me around, put me up at her house, fed me, and generally made the trip a really awesome time.<br /><br />While there we did your basic fun girl stuff...we ate, watched movies, ate, went shopping, ate, ran errands, ate, ate and ate. In spite of all of the eating I STILL forgot to go to Maureens Bakery to get my favorite chocolate petit fours. BUMMER! It's probably a good thing...during my flight out an old woman congratulated me on my "condition". She thought I was PREGGO! If I ate one more thing while I was there, I would have looked like I was having twins on my way home!<br /><br />(*side note: I complained to Mike about being called that and his response was, "Well, yeah." <em>Excuse me?!</em> Then he say's "You look like a <strong>clown</strong> when you travel. You wear the comfy slumpy clothes and look ridiculous." Hmmm. I told Tracy the story and let her know at least I don't wear overalls to travel anymore, at which point I think she wanted to smack me. I'm expecting lessons on looking good while travelling from her any day now.)<br /><br />Here are some out takes of the trip:<br /><br />1. The WORST traveling ever. The airline sucked, I was supposed to be in to Texas @ 8pm, Mel picked me up well after midnight. Coming home I was supposed to arrive home around noon, I got in after 5 and without luggage. It sucked! Here is what you arrive to when you get in at nearly 1 in the morning...nobody:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323070755201712818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivkS0anfB6HdiLMAU3czW7I0G6zgUmBVkxaV3YJ7K4by92n_fRF8dg9WWH7P4jfOM0vQ-GbHVhImJ-bmdG98jbBBgqSYCkyJn5cNtvkO_KckakgXn8KkFV9YQ_-_Ji6w_F9q-RtWZvTqxY/s400/texas+trip+2009+006.jpg" border="0" /><br />As I was waiting for my luggage a whole lot of THIS rolled by on the baggage claim belt...no one was claiming it. Creepy much?:<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323070757304420018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZgUkU-yGzaPt-cIap45NrybHUGs6VujizVsDQyZAXTbs8Cw_MuaZ16ixuOnE2cdQqyfe6dpn7vapUxBPPqcaTtBikmVovgFIf3M8TyMrMOZNhRVT_OUz0DkEGCP-HMzkrEbKgMCDt4-im/s400/texas+trip+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /><br />I got to Melanies, and always the perfect hostess she had this waiting for me (I forgot to get a pic of the mints on my pillows!) :<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323070766057204802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQdO68yDpbMb21F2ah1Xrp-vbTWp6-LZe7A0PddD6klzIfL4bs0gwqbdfavBkrnVZ_-oITNL1RgSYHcIIbN8yKX6HwYdg2-n53A6xsvFcsRLF3KmupfzztZC3hGjNFR9W58y0fgvFk27XG/s400/texas+trip+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /><br />It just so happened thar Jareds family came to town the same weekend as I was there. We had people everywhere and it was a total blast! His family is HILARIOUS. This is everyone working together to make a big family dinner. It was a really fun night. We ate, did hair, watched movies, killed cookies, and just had fun:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYL84Ni4MZAJ3ED9pbCnYI2RTcIpsBQ6rcqRNlirvkPgaJvPjdd_9n9IFeN28a5Q3GqA9DhgNMdWfRJmM1MSfrD1BLSi4sES-c3WdUaaFIFmabXOP3oDjn1EJ-UGvqTD4Ioq0a7dqXTld/s1600-h/texas+trip+2009+018.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323070770215401394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjYL84Ni4MZAJ3ED9pbCnYI2RTcIpsBQ6rcqRNlirvkPgaJvPjdd_9n9IFeN28a5Q3GqA9DhgNMdWfRJmM1MSfrD1BLSi4sES-c3WdUaaFIFmabXOP3oDjn1EJ-UGvqTD4Ioq0a7dqXTld/s400/texas+trip+2009+018.jpg" border="0" /></a> We got the girls together to go antiquing out of town. We CRAMMED Mels suburban with stuff we got and then had to squeeze the girls into the back seat for the 2 hr ride home. Amber had a giant glass window, Dawnette had a 6 ft tall bookshelf, and Deann had the bicycle you see in the back. I sat in the front seat with my lasso. Yes, I got a real lasso for Jake...he has already broken the light fixture on his bedroom ceiling fan. Great idea Shelby!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323076441579818770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjbZoAhCBvMJ9fAXDm2UIqxgR5kPTDAmd7mYjkWpsxoM0vJ6_zyY1_26lpVumUT13rqOxFR13FbQGCvVOIlMrvrTnE3extPnV9MJli-S_6uLCwtFk_QBCV_1lSRHYkJ0Z4wVYys-_LZ4FF/s400/texas+trip+2009+014.jpg" border="0" />Here's a pic of all of us shopping. Me, Mel, Dawnette, Amber, and De Ann.<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaN8o_YPu901bk6HbAGw8RNLPXZ_9HZAPUAUG1Re8C2IH7YMdp6nhBT4qcNsmhqRVZK7R0WkhnUJIKN3vEfdoDrlK1eGVNalVJMcB41BuP6Jvmzr5mwm7Satp72mhGybsEPTYExVrcMkz9/s1600-h/texas+trip+2009+013.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323070750768599218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaN8o_YPu901bk6HbAGw8RNLPXZ_9HZAPUAUG1Re8C2IH7YMdp6nhBT4qcNsmhqRVZK7R0WkhnUJIKN3vEfdoDrlK1eGVNalVJMcB41BuP6Jvmzr5mwm7Satp72mhGybsEPTYExVrcMkz9/s400/texas+trip+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /></a> Mel, Amber and I did a girls night out and went back to Melanies to watch Twilight in Mel's movie room...Amber hadn't seen it!!! Melanie showed us what it was like watching Twilight on opening night with hundreds of teenage girls by squealing every time Edward came on the screen. Amber & I joined in and we just had a fun time being goofy and being there with Amber for her "first time" watching the movie. This is us at Chili's before we headed home to get the PJ's on & watch the movie. Hey girls, I'll always remember..."S...E...E"!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323445453567879906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUPu_AF1xacGlkmGoMRIF81O93ZPFeufA0Cc6qLicwkgMR2do7vy-AVYhXuUvZHiqzL6iXh0rTmPFZiReUZvewIIyMld7Q5di4LZ_Q3-iTY1R5-HlIwc3V0m-zOOHBjUhGV-8kAZLDIp28/s400/texas+trip+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br />I had such a great time and I look forward to more visits in the future. Thanks Mel for putting up with me for SO LONG! Just remember, there's lot's to do in California!shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5501071193018084709.post-73484294245193741272009-03-29T18:23:00.000-07:002009-03-29T18:35:59.203-07:00Baptism Day<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9OIISb74qTIB1luY159N2ROR1TGBxMTN3rinZqD8kXlewEeMYdl4_x97XT1lqEns7wW5aioSjI_tY0lCYp5iyCIyTyyKAXVE4hqr6pcM9dMzVvWpRSJ4ADSyzCszg2XUznfOpem5OhPp/s1600-h/jake+baptism.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318785435021431554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju9OIISb74qTIB1luY159N2ROR1TGBxMTN3rinZqD8kXlewEeMYdl4_x97XT1lqEns7wW5aioSjI_tY0lCYp5iyCIyTyyKAXVE4hqr6pcM9dMzVvWpRSJ4ADSyzCszg2XUznfOpem5OhPp/s400/jake+baptism.jpg" border="0" /></a> I still can't believe it.<br /><br />I feel like just yesterday I was standing in a little tiny blue and white bedroom in Texas thinking "Wow, there's going to be a little baby living in this room soon". That little baby just got baptized last week. WHAT THE CRUD HAPPENED?!?<br /><br />I look at Jacob and think how did this darling, smart, beautiful boy come from me? I was a holy terror! Just ask my mom, she'll tell you...she tells me every other day!<br /><br />We had a great day, most all of the family was there (minus the members of our Texas family), and even some friends were able to come. It was actually much easier than I thought it would be, and somehow I managed not to go overboard. I've learned my lesson over the last few years that I seem to care a lot more about the details than everyone else does. It has saved me a lot of ginormous migraines, and a screaming fit or two (much to my husbands relief). Thanks to everyone who came, or who wanted to come but couldn't, or who didn't know about it but wish Jake well, or who could care less but will pretend that they care. We love you all!!!shelbrzhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12635564138417271932noreply@blogger.com2