<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:21:28.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>my crazy beautiful life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-7210765043052123607</id><published>2010-04-23T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T13:22:58.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something a bit different for me - Friday Fill-In's</title><content type='html'>1. Where are my KEYS - I HAVE LOST THEM TWICE TODAY ALREADY?&lt;br /&gt;2. If wishes were horses THEN I'D BE VERY CONFUSED - JUST LIKE I AM NOW.&lt;br /&gt;3. I'd like to see  BOWERSOX WIN AMERICAN IDOL THIS YEAR.  I LOVE HER PERSONALITY &amp;amp; VOICE.  SHE TOTALLY DESERVES IT.&lt;br /&gt;4. When I was a teen, I thought I COULD DO NO WRONG BUT WHAT I KNOW NOW IS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT  :~)&lt;br /&gt; 5. One of my mother's favorite sayings was YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND UNTIL YOU ARE A PARENT YOURSELF - HMMM...I'M THINKING SHE WAS RIGHT.  DO YOU SEE A PATTERN HERE?&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd have a hard time doing without my HUSBAND - YOU DON'T REALIZE WHAT YOU HAVE UNTIL IT'S NOT RIGHT THERE WHEN YOU NEED IT/HIM.  HE'S DEFINATELY SOMEONE I COULD NOT DO WITH OUT.&lt;br /&gt;7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to HELPING MY YING OUT AT HER HOUSE, tomorrow my plans include STAYING HOME WITH MY HUBBY &amp;amp; KIDS (HOPEFULLY GETTING SOME MUCH NEEDED CLEANING DONE AS A FAMILY) and Sunday, I want to SNUGGLE WITH MY KIDDO'S!   I'M STILL IN SHOCK THAT I DON'T HAVE ANY PLANS - NO PLANS AT ALL FOR US.  I ALMOST DO NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a pretty crazy week around here.  I thought I would do some of Jenn's friday fill in's.  In a way it was kinda relaxing.  For a moment it took my mind of the craziness in my life right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great weekend ALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-7210765043052123607?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/7210765043052123607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=7210765043052123607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7210765043052123607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7210765043052123607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-bit-different-for-me-friday.html' title='Something a bit different for me - Friday Fill-In&apos;s'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3841029882593045232</id><published>2010-04-14T15:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T15:41:08.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bungee Jumping in Vegas!</title><content type='html'>So we are heading to Vegas in July for a short trip.  I wanted to do something FUN &amp;amp; EXCITING to remember the trip.  I thought of Bungee Jumping.  What do you think?  I was searching online and found out that the Stratosphere just mastered a new Bungee Jump system off the top of their hotel.  I'm thinking of making reservations to do this.  BUT, I want it to be a surprise for Jason.  (Jason not sure if you read this or not but if you DO please pretend like you did not see this).  Check out this video and let me know what you think!    &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/SkyJumpLasVegas#!/SkyJumpLasVegas?v=app_2392950137"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/SkyJumpLasVegas#!/SkyJumpLasVegas?v=app_2392950137&lt;/a&gt;        I am in the mood to be  ~CRAZY~  ~ WILD~  &amp;amp;  ~CAREFREE~    I think this might be what I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3841029882593045232?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3841029882593045232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3841029882593045232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3841029882593045232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3841029882593045232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2010/04/bungee-jumping-in-vegas.html' title='Bungee Jumping in Vegas!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2961462360456404805</id><published>2010-01-13T08:41:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T08:52:35.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I keep dreaming I am back in this gorgeous place!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/S03duscU-2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/yxH5k6RmTZY/s1600-h/DSCF3327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426236920325012322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/S03duscU-2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/yxH5k6RmTZY/s400/DSCF3327.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/S03dI8T1rEI/AAAAAAAAAds/L_ls3nOlK7c/s1600-h/DSCF3342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426236271749344322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/S03dI8T1rEI/AAAAAAAAAds/L_ls3nOlK7c/s400/DSCF3342.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426235843208000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/S03cv_3nsmI/AAAAAAAAAdk/zA89YdS3OZw/s400/100_9716.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that not everyone wants to read about the winter blues. But boy do I ever have them this year. I can't seem to get the picture of beautiful Maui out of my head. Is it horrible that it's all I think about. The sun, the beach, the sand, the palm trees. I can't get it out of my head. It's driving me crazy. What do I do?? I am so not myself lately. This snow and cold is really bringing me down. I think I will try tanning. But, if it's not a Maui or somewhere peaceful, beautiful and warm I don't know what I'm going to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you enjoy winter?  It is definately very difficult for me to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2961462360456404805?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2961462360456404805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2961462360456404805&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2961462360456404805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2961462360456404805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-keep-dreaming-i-am-back-in-this.html' title='I keep dreaming I am back in this gorgeous place!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/S03duscU-2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/yxH5k6RmTZY/s72-c/DSCF3327.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-4653457012176154381</id><published>2009-11-09T19:23:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T20:52:47.282-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAWAII - Long Time Coming : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know alot of you have been waiting to hear all about my Hawaiian Vacation.  Well, I am going to have to try my hardest to blog about this vacation every night this week - one thing at a time.  So much to share and tell that just one post will not do it.  So, I am going to start this one with my favorite part of my vacation.  I decided about a two weeks before we left Michigan that I wanted to do something "special" for Jason.  I wanted to make his feel loved and appreciated.  With that said I found the perfect thing.  We were going to spend the night in Maui (which was the 1st island we stopped at - we rented a room at the Westin Resort).  As I was thumbing through the website I came across this private breakfast deal.  Well, it was far from a deal - it was very expensive.  But, it will definately be a memory that will last a lifetime.  This is one of those breakfasts that you see on the bachelor and bachelorette.  We were wined and dined to it's fullest.  I loved every minute of it and Jason well he was in awe that I had kept this private breakfast a secret from everyone!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjPJWHrzcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7gbz8dFJQSQ/s1600-h/DSCF3275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402295512494493122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjPJWHrzcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7gbz8dFJQSQ/s400/DSCF3275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We woke up and in the morning and got ourselves ready.  I had butterflies in my stomach I was so excited.  We met our waiter down in the lobby of the hotel.  He took us to this beautiful private table away from all the other traffic.  It was a place where him and I could just be.  This is the table that we walked up on.  There was fresh squeezed orange juice and pineapple juice along with the amazing kona coffee waiting at the table.  The site was beautiful.  And he was very surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjNnZVyzyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v3Ty4MXy0ps/s1600-h/DSCF3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402293829731798818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjNnZVyzyI/AAAAAAAAAAk/v3Ty4MXy0ps/s400/DSCF3286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Our waiter brought out this amazing fruit plate.  It was full of mango, pineapple, strawberries, etc.  It was the best fruit ever - not to mention the presentation of it was amazing.  There was also a plate full of tons of pastries.   It was delicious.  We also had a fabulous bottle of sparkling wine.  It truely was wonderful.  The view was spectacular.  The only thing missing was the cameras to feel like we were stars.  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjMOO25SVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QtsccEOVu40/s1600-h/DSCF3283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402292297909487954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjMOO25SVI/AAAAAAAAAAc/QtsccEOVu40/s400/DSCF3283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I truely felt like we were on vacation here.  This does not ever happen in every day life.  : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjLAxxhTbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1YKZiTGdbHI/s1600-h/DSCF3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402290967252389298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjLAxxhTbI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1YKZiTGdbHI/s400/DSCF3294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This was the best part.  Champange and Strawberries.  OMG was this ever so good.  We dipped them in the sugar and then the cream.  It was so so good.  I loved all the flowers that were all over the table and all the food plates that were brought out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjJ2FcEqAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X_asGIzmUqA/s1600-h/DSCF3297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402289684040951810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjJ2FcEqAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X_asGIzmUqA/s400/DSCF3297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After all the yummy goodness - they brought out the main course.  We had like 3 courses before the breakfast plates were brought out.  Rediculous I know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jason had roasted potatoes, sword fish, &amp;amp; a spinich breakfast burrito.  Delish is all I can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjG4qCDy0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/dFTl76R9M1w/s1600-h/DSCF3315.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402286429688810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjG4qCDy0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/dFTl76R9M1w/s400/DSCF3315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had the BEST crab cake I have EVER had in my life.  It truely was devine.  That white thing on top of my crab cake was a poached egg.  I love how they add all these fun touches to this food.  Again I love all the flowers everywhere.  We were treated like royality.  And it was only the beginning of our vacation.  It was a perfect start to a perfect day (at least that day was a perfect one).  You will soon learn that lots happend on our vacation that most people probably do not encounter when on a once in a life time vacation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjE4AN_bRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GF_-7-aSfjw/s1600-h/DSCF3314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402284219441310994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjE4AN_bRI/AAAAAAAAAdU/GF_-7-aSfjw/s400/DSCF3314.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;These next 2 pictures are a few shots I took from our table.  Maui was simply beautiful.  And to be able to spend it with my hubby that morning was a moment I will cherish and remember forever.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjDd1EotZI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2HiI6CTPuoY/s1600-h/DSCF3317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402282670261056914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjDd1EotZI/AAAAAAAAAdM/2HiI6CTPuoY/s400/DSCF3317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I would give ANYTHING to go back to this very moment and this very day.  It was PERFECT.  Sunshine, palm trees, warmth, love, &amp;amp; beauty all in the same place at the same time.  I miss it &amp;amp; think about it often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjB_MlD3EI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3LGCVYstsVc/s1600-h/DSCF3279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402281044483497026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvjB_MlD3EI/AAAAAAAAAdE/3LGCVYstsVc/s400/DSCF3279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;More of this wonderful vacation to come.....stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-4653457012176154381?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/4653457012176154381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=4653457012176154381&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/4653457012176154381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/4653457012176154381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/11/hawaii-long-time-coming.html' title='HAWAII - Long Time Coming : )'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sKDhlJIjOjI/SvjPJWHrzcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7gbz8dFJQSQ/s72-c/DSCF3275.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1321328420611094273</id><published>2009-11-06T13:05:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:21:08.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definately NOT my favorite HOLIDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So this year Halloween was a bit different for me. Actually if I was being honest it was HORRIBLE. I did not like anything about it. Now, I thought for sure that I it would have been PERFECT because it actually fell on a saturday. I figured things would run smoothly and we wouldn't have to rush etc. Boy was I ever wrong. Halloween is always a busy for us. We try to please everyone. That would be all the grandparents. I don't mind - it just tends to be a bit much for the kiddo's. Well, for me and Jay too! BUT, every year we have the same routine. We get the kids ready. We take pictures and head to my dad's parents. Then to my mom's parents. My mom and dad meet us over there so that we don't have to run to their house too. That is a bonus. After that we head over to Jason's mom's house. Then to Jason's dad's mom's. We try to spend 25 - 30 minutes at each place. So only giving that much time it definately makes for a lot of rush - rush - rush. This year was a bit different. We didn't make it to our 1st stop. The kids REFUSED to get ready this year. They were all cranky and would not cooperate. Brendan didn't want anything to do with dressing up. Colby was not feeling well. And Chaley well she was just being Chaley. And for those of you that know me and my family well - you know exactly what I am talking about. Bye the time I got them dressed (which really was not much this year - no make up or anything - simply just putting a costume on) I was the crankiest of all crankiest. I took them outside to try to take some pictures. NOPE they were NOT going to cooperate. Brendan was complaining about not being able to walk with his friend across Apple Ave (hello he's only 11 - not OK) but he didn't want to see that. He wanted to do it anyways. Chaley was ready for bed and poor Colby was running a mild fever. Can you see where this is going?? We went to my Grandma's house. My mom was there - we litteraly walked in said hello and left. I felt bad but I could handle the way my kids were acting. We got into the car and headed to Jason's mom's. When we got there to our surprise she was not there. She ended up going to the Oakridge football game that was scheduled last minute that day. So her and her hubby stopped in at Jay's grandma's house for a quick second on their way home. That was nice of them for sure. Anyhow, we ended up at Jay's grandma's house for the night. It was freezing, the kids noses were running, and they were cold. It was NOT my idea of a good time. Hardly anyone was handing out candy. And actually there were not many people out trick or treating. I personally think Halloween is WAAAYYYYY over rated. Can you understand why I think that way after reading this horrible post??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hope you all' had way more fun at halloween this year then I did. I leave you with a few pictures. Nothing fancy for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Svge2GSoIXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tgbwIFwaS5E/s1600-h/Halloween+09%27+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402101667781419378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Svge2GSoIXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tgbwIFwaS5E/s400/Halloween+09%27+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bat Man &amp;amp; Bat Girl! Chaley wanted to be just like her brother. The costume was really cute until I Had to dress it up for her to be warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvR3nFpCHQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/a1UfRE-KVAo/s1600-h/Halloween+09%27+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401073366536953090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvR3nFpCHQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/a1UfRE-KVAo/s400/Halloween+09%27+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He definaltely made the BEST batman around! I love him for wanting to make this picture perfect for me. Even if he was not feeling well and ended up having the flu after this was all said and done. Poor little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvR2XL8tYLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sM2BrMXAswU/s1600-h/Halloween+09%27+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401071993840558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SvR2XL8tYLI/AAAAAAAAAcs/sM2BrMXAswU/s400/Halloween+09%27+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were at the end of the street getting ready to head in for the night and all these little girl attacked my Brendan! They were lovin on him. So me the crazy photographer had to steal a shot of them - and you can bet your sweet butt I will have this out at graduation. All the girlies love my boy!! That makes my heart smile for sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1321328420611094273?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1321328420611094273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1321328420611094273&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1321328420611094273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1321328420611094273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/11/definately-not-my-favorite-holiday.html' title='Definately NOT my favorite HOLIDAY'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Svge2GSoIXI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tgbwIFwaS5E/s72-c/Halloween+09%27+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-4698976611088887822</id><published>2009-10-27T07:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T07:57:44.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The things 2nd graders say!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SubskggYORI/AAAAAAAAAck/HIxpPVqK9ts/s1600-h/Lots+of+Stuff+098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397261315395303698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SubskggYORI/AAAAAAAAAck/HIxpPVqK9ts/s400/Lots+of+Stuff+098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; This dear sweet boy of mine - Mr. Colby Wall says to me last night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLBY - Mom I think all the teachers think I'm the cutest boy. ME -Oh really, why do you think that. COLBY - Because they always smile at me - they did that when I was in 1st grade too. MOM - (I'm laughing at this point thinking that was absolutely adorable and that I was for sure going to put that on a scrapbook page) Colby you are the cutest boy EVER - I love you buddy.  You really do make my world a better place.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-4698976611088887822?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/4698976611088887822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=4698976611088887822&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/4698976611088887822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/4698976611088887822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/10/things-2nd-graders-say.html' title='The things 2nd graders say!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SubskggYORI/AAAAAAAAAck/HIxpPVqK9ts/s72-c/Lots+of+Stuff+098.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-5870192262499129771</id><published>2009-10-26T20:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:39:19.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda.....Sorta</title><content type='html'>I'm kinda sorta starting to feel the need to blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned -----------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-5870192262499129771?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/5870192262499129771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=5870192262499129771&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5870192262499129771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5870192262499129771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/10/kindasorta.html' title='Kinda.....Sorta'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3582272576374195684</id><published>2009-07-01T10:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T10:09:37.451-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where O Where Did the SUNSHINE GO??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Skt7YLH-MyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DFX0KtT4qro/s1600-h/Summer+2009+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353508237293269794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Skt7YLH-MyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DFX0KtT4qro/s400/Summer+2009+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;SERIOUSLY - I thought it was suppose to be SUMMER here!  Last week we spent 4 days at the beach and this week NONE.  I need my SUNSHINE and LAUGHTER of the kids enjoying their summer by the water.  WHERE O WHERE did it GO??    ONLY in MICHIGAN would crazy weather like this happen.  I believe the high today is going to be 61.  It's July 1st for crying out loud.  But, think about it what does this mean?  Does it have something to do with the earth coming to an end.....?  I guess we will never know - at least now in our time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3582272576374195684?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3582272576374195684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3582272576374195684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3582272576374195684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3582272576374195684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-o-where-did-sunshine-go.html' title='Where O Where Did the SUNSHINE GO??'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Skt7YLH-MyI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DFX0KtT4qro/s72-c/Summer+2009+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-6879400484719978980</id><published>2009-06-30T21:17:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T21:46:55.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is my dad! This a guy who I love with my whole heart. He is ALWAYS there for me no matter what. Each and everyday I find a whole new respect for him. I love my dad and I am very greatful that he's my daddy!! For father's day (and any other holiday) I always ask him what could I get him. I never know what to buy him because he has everything he needs. His answer always is a hug &amp;amp; a kiss is all I EVER want. I laugh and say I know dad and you always get that but there has to be something I can get you - something you have wanted for awhile or something you need. He looks at me with a grin on his face and says the same thing again - a hug &amp;amp; a kiss is all I want. He is awesome. So, this year I asked my sister what can we do for dad on father's day. Her response we I don't know. I said how about we take him for breakfast or something. Or a walk in the woods..she was like WHAT? I said it's something he would enjoy. We laughed a little and then I said what about breakfast, some mini golf, and go carts. She said YES. So it was on. I told my dad to be ready at 9am on father's day. I said make sure your hungry and ready for some competition. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrJbJQbPNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zKEzYysXVik/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353312575261719762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrJbJQbPNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zKEzYysXVik/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I picked him and my sister up and we went to Steak N Egger. The wait was not too long considering it was a special day for all the daddies out there. We waited less than 10 minutes and then we were seated. We sit down and my dad pulls down his sun glasses. I said Dad what are you doing? It's not sunny in here - he laughed and said they are reading sun glasses. I then laughed and thought oh wow - didn't know they made those kind of glasses. Anyhow, we had a great breakfast, good conversation, and lots of laughs and smiles. Afterwards we headed to Craigs Cruisers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrJPYvcepI/AAAAAAAAAcM/SAtxes7l5E4/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353312373259926162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrJPYvcepI/AAAAAAAAAcM/SAtxes7l5E4/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mini golf it was! Dad went first, then Miranda, and Me. It was hot (but of course I loved it). Dad won, I took 2nd, and my dear sweet sister came in last. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrI_Ct0loI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NUw7aNrMNUM/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353312092469630594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrI_Ct0loI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NUw7aNrMNUM/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIyeuMm8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KaVBJkKDZaI/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353311876649098178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIyeuMm8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/KaVBJkKDZaI/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIiyv6QPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qg3GTSxFEnM/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353311607147086066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIiyv6QPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qg3GTSxFEnM/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After a great game of Mini Golf &amp;amp; some Go Cart Riding I asked the lady beind the counter to take a picture of us! She did and managed to get half the celing in the picture as well. I am thankful for her though. With out her expertise I would not have a picture of the 3 of us at craigs cruisers on father's day 2009. The only thing missing from the mix was my brother. He lives in Georgia and I thought about him alot that morning. I REALLY wish he could have been with us that morning. It would have made for an extra special PERFECT day with OUR dad. I miss him alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIVt9calI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lwDsDJxJ_qg/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353311382523374162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIVt9calI/AAAAAAAAAbs/lwDsDJxJ_qg/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am very lucky to have such a special person in my life. I hope he enjoyed spending some quality time together. I know I did and I will cherish the memories and pictures forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIJXADOMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1TwgvVh48cA/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353311170201860290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrIJXADOMI/AAAAAAAAAbk/1TwgvVh48cA/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrH8dn6GtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4_2V4yRGhh4/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353310948641348306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrH8dn6GtI/AAAAAAAAAbc/4_2V4yRGhh4/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrHuWgCQsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SLTdxlUEvVg/s1600-h/Father%27s+Day+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353310706211111618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrHuWgCQsI/AAAAAAAAAbU/SLTdxlUEvVg/s400/Father%27s+Day+2009+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Father's Day Daddy-o!!!! I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-6879400484719978980?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/6879400484719978980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=6879400484719978980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6879400484719978980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6879400484719978980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkrJbJQbPNI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zKEzYysXVik/s72-c/Father%27s+Day+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3040992654536796274</id><published>2009-06-22T23:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:43:27.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Day BABY!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well we FINALLY made it to the beach!  I can not believe it actually happend.  I have been waiting for this day for months.  It was perfect (with the exception my hubby and oldest son was not with us).  I was originaly going to stay home and get stuff done around here.  But, after I woke up this morning I thought there is no way I am going to sit home in this hot sticky house and WORK.  So, I packed the kids up and we were out faster than nothing.  We went to Lake Michigan.  It was just beautiful.  There were NO waves or wind.  It was so quiet.  You could hear everything around you.  It was definately strange to see the big lake so calm.  But, yet it was surprisingly beautiful.  Colby &amp;amp; Chaley had a blast.  They played in the water &amp;amp; sand.  We took a walk along the shore line and bathed in the sun.  After about an hour and a half we packed up and went over to Muskegon lake to meet Autumn &amp;amp; her gang.  It was so nice and relaxing.  Exactly what the doctor ordered.  I look forward to many more summer days like today with my family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbkUuoOQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aXOrlbqqDHg/s1600-h/Summer+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350377036913850626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbkUuoOQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aXOrlbqqDHg/s400/Summer+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's so sweet....I just love this little boy to pieces.  He's perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbaF6ccAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nu9t6mzjcrs/s1600-h/Summer+2009+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350376861138186242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbaF6ccAI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Nu9t6mzjcrs/s400/Summer+2009+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So is this little girl.  She was so excited to get into that water.  I love the tounge shot! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbLkELGtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UugynRKiNEE/s1600-h/Summer+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350376611534019282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbLkELGtI/AAAAAAAAAa0/UugynRKiNEE/s400/Summer+2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And this has got to be the CUTEST PICTURE EVER!  This is Colby &amp;amp; Kemper.  I can't wait to scrapbook this page.  They are going to hate me when they get older.  Hahaha.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is to many many more lazy beach days!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3040992654536796274?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3040992654536796274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3040992654536796274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3040992654536796274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3040992654536796274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/06/beach-day-baby.html' title='Beach Day BABY!!!!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SkBbkUuoOQI/AAAAAAAAAbE/aXOrlbqqDHg/s72-c/Summer+2009+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3499208734232470208</id><published>2009-06-04T15:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:24:15.184-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about this picture.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigsQNOHCYI/AAAAAAAAAak/_LjwEfix3Lc/s1600-h/May+2009+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343569614813464962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigsQNOHCYI/AAAAAAAAAak/_LjwEfix3Lc/s400/May+2009+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Something about this picture makes me SMILE!!  It brings PEACE to my soul &amp;amp; HAPPINESS to my heart.  It makes me appreciate what a beautiful place I am able to call my home.  I HATE the winters here but I LOVE the summers!  You couldn't find a better place to be in the summer then some where along the lake&lt;/em&gt; shore of Michigan!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3499208734232470208?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3499208734232470208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3499208734232470208&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3499208734232470208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3499208734232470208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/06/something-about-this-picture.html' title='Something about this picture.......'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigsQNOHCYI/AAAAAAAAAak/_LjwEfix3Lc/s72-c/May+2009+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-215191822279731755</id><published>2009-06-04T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T15:16:52.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT"S ALMOST TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigrbpquD2I/AAAAAAAAAac/d35sPWQ7CQQ/s1600-h/May+2009+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343568711916588898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigrbpquD2I/AAAAAAAAAac/d35sPWQ7CQQ/s400/May+2009+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigrMnOsRLI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r43C0opjnfs/s1600-h/May+2009+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343568453564122290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigrMnOsRLI/AAAAAAAAAaU/r43C0opjnfs/s400/May+2009+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have totally fallen off the blog loop completely. For those of you that know me well, know that while school is in session my life is completly total choas. I however, would not have it any other way. So with that said I want you to all know I am on my way back into this lovely little world. Tomorrow is the last day of school for my kiddo's. Which also means I am finished with work for the summer. YAY. Beach dates, play dates, and lots of R &amp;amp; R. I can't wait to hang out with all my friends and their children. I can't wait to get my house in order so that when people come over I am not so imbarresed. I am ready to pull out my camera and take lots of photos! I am just ready for a BREAK from the craziness. So stay tuned to the crazy beautiful life of ME. With that said I leave you with a fun photo of me and my wonderful hubby (who by the way is amazing) and of course a fun family one!!!  They are a little dark but I still like them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-215191822279731755?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/215191822279731755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=215191822279731755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/215191822279731755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/215191822279731755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-almost-time.html' title='IT&quot;S ALMOST TIME'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SigrbpquD2I/AAAAAAAAAac/d35sPWQ7CQQ/s72-c/May+2009+052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2165459453865488245</id><published>2009-03-05T07:50:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:31:33.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Perma Ink</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So the story begins.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;A few weeks back Leslie, Jay &amp;amp; I met up to get a tattoo.  To make a very long story short we were not able to get them done that day.  We were bummed but so glad that we waited.  We ended up getting a hold of Lonnie.  He is a guy that has done work on Jason before and had went to school with him as well.  We made and appointment and went with it.  So this past Saturday we met up again and got inked.  What an experience!!  I was torn as to what I wanted to get.  I knew I wanted my kids names and that was it.  I had also decided that I had to have a butterfly somewhere.  I am a butterfly girl.  A butterfly to me signifies, beauty, good luck, &amp;amp; peace.  So why not have something meaningful with my kids names.  I literally decided what I wanted when I said down in the driver seat of my car that morning.  It was the oddest thing but at that moment it all came to me.  So off we went.  I told Lonnie what I wanted he drew it up and bam - it was time to put that on the top of my foot.  It hurt like who done it!  I screamed, tensed up, and managed to say a few other choice words.  However, I really like it!  I hope you do too.  Below I added some photo's of our experience.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Me holding Leslie's hand (we love each other) when she has hers done.  I do believe hers only took about 3 minutes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_cjLh0GiI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2s28AdaaLFY/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309704982641252898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_cjLh0GiI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2s28AdaaLFY/s400/Tattoo%27s+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The final product - very meaningful I might add.  It says "live in the moment" in Hebrew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_cO-C5fiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qQ9Me9MRIh4/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309704635424538146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_cO-C5fiI/AAAAAAAAAZE/qQ9Me9MRIh4/s400/Tattoo%27s+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Thanks to Jay and Les for my support.  I could not have done this alone.  I pry would have back out after the first butterfly.  But because of them I was able to continue.  Leslie held my leg down for me and Jason held my hand.  They switched spots too - my tattoo took about an hour and 45 minutes.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_b6b-2EpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XR6AWXN40NM/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309704282683347602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_b6b-2EpI/AAAAAAAAAY8/XR6AWXN40NM/s400/Tattoo%27s+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At one point I thought for sure I was going to leave bruise marks on Leslie from gripping her so hard.  Thanks for being my support Lester!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_bmTXUI1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/v-cZ4m6X5UM/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309703936772678482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_bmTXUI1I/AAAAAAAAAY0/v-cZ4m6X5UM/s400/Tattoo%27s+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The finished product!!!!  Do you like??  It's a little red.  Day 2 &amp;amp; 3 hurt the worst.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_bOMic_NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mDuuwWtBzuE/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309703522623487186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_bOMic_NI/AAAAAAAAAYs/mDuuwWtBzuE/s400/Tattoo%27s+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is one from yesterday.  It's still a little red by the top of the toe area but it feels so much better and the swelling has went down tremendously.  The tops of my toes and the front part of the ankle area has managed to bruise.  Weird as that may seem&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_a5t6MfNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TXXsKtqy-tw/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309703170804186322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_a5t6MfNI/AAAAAAAAAYk/TXXsKtqy-tw/s400/Tattoo%27s+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here is Jason getting worked on.  He is a HUGE trooper.  He has Lonnie add Colby &amp;amp; Chaley's names to him.  He also added some inside tribal lines to go around the barbed wire he already had.  You can see where he did the "new" work because it's a much bolder black.  Lonnie is planning to touch up the barbed wire and skull head thing later.  But, all in all I think it looks good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_aWnoig9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/YtxdP2odB1M/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309702567824098258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_aWnoig9I/AAAAAAAAAYc/YtxdP2odB1M/s400/Tattoo%27s+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_aBeIdj9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tcu9VUqJ3Tw/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309702204496383954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_aBeIdj9I/AAAAAAAAAYU/Tcu9VUqJ3Tw/s400/Tattoo%27s+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; This is what it looked like after he was finished.  OUCH all the red is where he was bleeding.  The picture underneath this one is what it was suppose to look like.   It's still healing and every day looks better and better.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309701850676646834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_Zs4DQ07I/AAAAAAAAAYM/7tvIU7dzrdY/s400/Tattoo%27s+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This one it looks much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_ZHwD4_HI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_2hOUOqZDT4/s1600-h/Tattoo"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309701212876635250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_ZHwD4_HI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_2hOUOqZDT4/s400/Tattoo%27s+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHAT AN EXPERIENCE!!!   I will cherish this for the rest of my life - literally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2165459453865488245?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2165459453865488245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2165459453865488245&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2165459453865488245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2165459453865488245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/03/perma-ink.html' title='Perma Ink'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/Sa_cjLh0GiI/AAAAAAAAAZM/2s28AdaaLFY/s72-c/Tattoo%27s+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2371886363524418645</id><published>2009-02-18T09:00:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:58:23.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My valentines day was pretty special this year.  Jason lined up a babysitter and took me out for dinner on Thursday.  He wanted to beat the rush of people out and about on Friday &amp;amp; Saturday.  That was really nice not to have to deal with all of that.  We had a wonderful dinner and a few drinks.  Afterwards he took me to Kohls so that he could  buy me an outfit.  Well, I got more than just an outfit.  I found 2 dresses on clearance for our cruise.  One was 4 dollars and one will be worn on one of our two formal nights on the cruse.  It's so pretty and even better yet I got it for 11.20 cents.  You SERIOUSLY can not beat that.  He got some shoes, a new swimsuit, and an outfit also.  It was nice hanging out and shopping together.  We had a great time.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, on Saturday I left to head out to Kohls again to hit the clearance racks with my mom and aunt.  To my surprise when I came home he had another gift waiting for me on the table.  It was seriously the most beautiful arrangement of flowers.  It made me smile from ear to ear.  He said that he walked into Ray &amp;amp; Sharron's and all they had made up were Red Rose boquets.  He told the lady he didn't want a whole boquet of red roses because his wife was not all one color.  He told them that I was VIBRANT (I know so sweet) and that he wanted to have lots of color.  He wanted to know if they would add some red roses into a boquet that he made up himself.  They told him they couldn't. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT! They said that what they had made up is what they were selling and that they could not seprate any of them.  If I would have been Jason I would have walked out of the store then....but he didn't.  He continued to talk to them.  He ended up picking out 12 roses all VIBRANT colors and added some Lilly's and puprle babies breath (I think). Anyhow, the arrangement was stunning and smelled so beautiful.  He made it very SPECIAL for me because he picked it out.  It was not pre-arranged.  He put it all together with his OWN thought in mind.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I THANK YOU SO MUCH JASON FOR MAKING MY DAY SO SPECIAL. It really meant alot to me. I truely LOVE you with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss Chaley recieve a single pink rose from her daddy too.  Of course it was not real (she can keep it forever this way) but she loved it. He made her feel loved and special too.  She adores the flowers &amp;amp; her daddy just as much as I do.  I took a few pictures of her the other night smelling them.  She is so sweet - I love watching her eyes light up.  ENJOY the pictures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwpbuXUiAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ig2XU38bqXM/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+2009+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304160017414653954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwpbuXUiAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ig2XU38bqXM/s400/Valentines+Day+2009+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwk8-POHeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oI0K4_E9nLQ/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+2009+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304155091053190626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwk8-POHeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/oI0K4_E9nLQ/s400/Valentines+Day+2009+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwjwGiuP_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ql_OUI-0qZs/s1600-h/Valentines+Day+2009+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304153770432544754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwjwGiuP_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/ql_OUI-0qZs/s400/Valentines+Day+2009+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2371886363524418645?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2371886363524418645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2371886363524418645&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2371886363524418645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2371886363524418645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines Day'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZwpbuXUiAI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ig2XU38bqXM/s72-c/Valentines+Day+2009+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3324676490898883049</id><published>2009-02-18T08:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:00:20.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Things Happening Around Here</title><content type='html'>Hello to all my blogging buddies &amp;amp; readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am excited to tell you all about my new job!!  Yup you did read that right...my new job.  I am still driving the big yellow limo and working at the middle school.  But, with everything I want to do this summer with the kids and my husband I had to take on yet another role in my life.  (most of you are thinking like she has time for that) - I often tell myself that same thing. But,I also need lots more cash for our hawaii trip in September.  So, I have chosen to go down the path of direct sales.  I have set my goals high and I plan to achieve them.  I am going to become a Lia Sophia Advisior.  Which means, I will be selling jewelry.  It is really great stuff.  Very trendy and lots to choose from.  I think you will all love it.  I would love nothing more if you guys would allow me to come into your home and have a show for you.  I will even throw in some little EXTRA perks for you if you chose to help me out.  Just an FYI when I held my jewelry show I ended up with 445 dollars worth of free jewerly.  So if you are interesed in checking out what I have to offer please let me know.  Until then.......just keep smiling.  Spring is around the corner and we all know what that means....SUMMER is just after that.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3324676490898883049?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3324676490898883049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3324676490898883049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3324676490898883049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3324676490898883049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-things-happening-around-here.html' title='New Things Happening Around Here'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-7299031987506126638</id><published>2009-02-15T19:30:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:08:08.516-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a long while.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjzsnpsODI/AAAAAAAAAXU/1-80K2F18wg/s1600-h/Puppies+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjzsnpsODI/AAAAAAAAAXU/1-80K2F18wg/s400/Puppies+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303256509112399922" border="0" /&gt;So this picture that is above is suppose to be at the bottom of this post.  I can't figure this thing out.  But this goes at the end - so when you read the last few sentences you will understand. :)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have been EXTREMLY busy with my sweet little puppies.  I would have never imagined that caring for 7 four legged babies would have taken up so much of my time.  Bye the end of it all I was mentally exhaused &amp;amp; an emotional mess.  I love each and every one of them to pieces.   They are all gone now.  I let them all go to thier new homes over the past 5 days.  I think I found good homes for all of them.  I question one family I let one go too - but I have come to terms with the fact that I can't protect them forever.  Now given I had the space I would have kept them all and never let any of them go.  It still amazes me how small they were just seven weeks ago.  They couldn't see or hear.  They were fully taken care of their sweet mamma.  With in two weeks of them being born their eyes started to open and they were trying to move.  Over the next 2 weeks they became more vocal and a lot more moble.  They started playing with each other too.  It was so cute.  As the days the days went bye we all (me, Jay, Brendan, Colby, &amp;amp; Chaley) became more and more attached to them.  It was fun to watch them develop into their own little personality.  At week 4 things started to become quite a challenge.  Mamma started to not want to be with the pups as much.  She was not wanting to feed as often anymore.  So it was time for this mamma to intervine.  I had to start blending up puppy chow into a powder and adding warm water to it at least 5 times a day.  They would plop their little feet in there and slide around, fall in it, etc.  They made a huge mess.  It was not fun cleaning up, not to mention cleaning the puppies up.  We had to start cleaning up their potty mess as well.  Each day became harder and harder to keep up with.  It was mentally and physically exhausting to keep up with along with every day life.  I think I was starting to go just a little crazy.  BUT in the end I have decided that I would do it again.  I posted some pictures of them from a few days ago.  They loved it outside.  They loved to play together and they loved to let me take pictures of them.  I will miss them all dearly.    Here are a few pictures of them before they all went to their new homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below we have the momma and daddy playing outside with their pups.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjEMC0JVPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NDIzOj-7R78/s1600-h/Puppies+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303204272421819634" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjEMC0JVPI/AAAAAAAAAW8/NDIzOj-7R78/s400/Puppies+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;We have Brendan &amp;amp; Bella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjDQMerITI/AAAAAAAAAWw/twkhKuDMjEY/s1600-h/Puppies+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303203244223963442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjDQMerITI/AAAAAAAAAWw/twkhKuDMjEY/s400/Puppies+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is Sage - too too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjDAkZLE6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TTSdDp2_42k/s1600-h/Puppies+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303202975765435298" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjDAkZLE6I/AAAAAAAAAWo/TTSdDp2_42k/s400/Puppies+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures yet.  She is stunning....this is chica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjCyf2jA8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UyX6toNCz-Y/s1600-h/Puppies+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303202734028293058" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjCyf2jA8I/AAAAAAAAAWg/UyX6toNCz-Y/s400/Puppies+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Another favorite picture - this is Nova isnt' he gorgeous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;And here is Meika with Meme.  This was the last pup to go home.  I sensed she was sad that she only had one left.  It made my heart break in two.  But, I know it will all be okay&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have enjoyed this journey.  I have had so many emotions through it all....but I am thinking I would definately do it ONE more time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-7299031987506126638?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/7299031987506126638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=7299031987506126638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7299031987506126638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7299031987506126638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-long-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a long while.....'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SZjzsnpsODI/AAAAAAAAAXU/1-80K2F18wg/s72-c/Puppies+046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3642903222979290235</id><published>2009-01-14T19:21:00.029-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:07:37.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Siberian Husky Story So Far......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6ZZWybx-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/j09wjgMU9nY/s1600-h/Puppies+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6ZZWybx-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/j09wjgMU9nY/s400/Puppies+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291335273099806690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So our puppies arrived on December 28th!   Watching the birth was amazing.  That was the 1st time I had witnessed anything of a sort.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Meika did so good too.  She had 7 puppies in about 2 hours and 45 minutes.  Could you imagine giving birth to seven babies??  Oh boy - that would be awful.  She did so well - I was so proud of her. Meika had 3 boys and 4 girls.   She is such a great mamma.  This picture above was taken three days after they were born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.  Isn't she so beautiful??  She is a sweetheard too.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6ZL9F2YaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p2h12ntkCU0/s1600-h/Puppies+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6ZL9F2YaI/AAAAAAAAAV4/p2h12ntkCU0/s400/Puppies+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291335042863620514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This photograph was caputerd on New years day.  I was walking past the puppies to head downstairs and I saw this.  My heart melted.  I thought it was the most precious thing ever.  Mamma and her baby sleeping.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Y8-HI5BI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CfBBM8MdJ98/s1600-h/Puppies+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Y8-HI5BI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CfBBM8MdJ98/s400/Puppies+004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291334785439425554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And again with her babies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6XktDiZLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kM5b3AT_9sY/s1600-h/Puppies+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6XktDiZLI/AAAAAAAAAVg/kM5b3AT_9sY/s400/Puppies+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291333269032428722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I love how they are all clusterd here keeping warm.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6XVovyPAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Y6dW_2M9OLo/s1600-h/Puppies+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6XVovyPAI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Y6dW_2M9OLo/s400/Puppies+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291333010177801218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This photo is another one of my favoites.  This is Niko - the proud papa.  After the pups were born Meika would not allow him to get near them.  It was not until about a week or so later she allowed him to check them out.  He now cleans them and takes care of the pups with her.  It is awesome and from what I am told unheard of.   They are all resting here...mamma is napping with her pup and proud pappa is standing guard - he is the protector.  I think it's so cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6XEwt44sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Yp0aEN8bG5s/s1600-h/Puppies+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6XEwt44sI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Yp0aEN8bG5s/s400/Puppies+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291332720259556034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I was just trying to get a pretty picture of her baby blues.  I still like what I got even if she does look mean here.  Her mask makes her look not so friendly...however that is simply just not the truth.  This beauitful dog is so so sweet.  You would fall in love with her as soon as you seen her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6WqXQlsMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dOctLzjzYaM/s1600-h/Puppies+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6WqXQlsMI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dOctLzjzYaM/s400/Puppies+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291332266749178050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sleeping puppy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6WZiAxRzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AWG35Ac1ySg/s1600-h/Puppies+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6WZiAxRzI/AAAAAAAAAVA/AWG35Ac1ySg/s400/Puppies+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291331977577842482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Our "runt"!  I love her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6WBJGccyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-Wyte-b0SVA/s1600-h/Puppies+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6WBJGccyI/AAAAAAAAAU4/-Wyte-b0SVA/s400/Puppies+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291331558573896482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;This picture and the next one just crack me up.  They LOVE to sleep on their backs.  They are so much like their parents.  Both of them are always sleeping on their back with their feet up in the air.   You can walk into our house and you will find one or two dogs laying upside down on their back with their feet up in the air sleeping.  It cracks me up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6VxU46ukI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wBjSfyGHINw/s1600-h/Puppies+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6VxU46ukI/AAAAAAAAAUw/wBjSfyGHINw/s400/Puppies+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291331286860479042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6VhshH5zI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cVblC-o1DLc/s1600-h/Puppies+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6VhshH5zI/AAAAAAAAAUo/cVblC-o1DLc/s400/Puppies+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291331018325223218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;More sleeping puppies!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6U-lujHMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/I25z1-_93Lo/s1600-h/Puppies+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6U-lujHMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/I25z1-_93Lo/s400/Puppies+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291330415207062722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Okay so here are the close up of each individual puppy.  This is puppy #1.  His name is Dash.  Brendan named them all.  He put alot of time and thought into so I am going to stick with it until they go with there new owners.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6UgO5EvxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ja_1GFd3AvA/s1600-h/Puppies+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6UgO5EvxI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ja_1GFd3AvA/s400/Puppies+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291329893681118994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Puppy #1 - Dash (He has two white dash mark on his head &amp;amp; neck Just like Niko did when he was born - so we stuck with the tradition Niko had when he was first born.  They were both boys and born 1st with two white dashes on the back/head area)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6UO9bDbQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LBvV4-3jBOE/s1600-h/Puppies+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6UO9bDbQI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LBvV4-3jBOE/s400/Puppies+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291329596934024450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Puppy #2 - Raja (Girl) Top &amp;amp; Below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6T_ue1tBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6TKhsx93hnM/s1600-h/Puppies+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6T_ue1tBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/6TKhsx93hnM/s400/Puppies+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291329335225332754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Below Puppy #3 - Mikey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Tl4dEfII/AAAAAAAAAUA/7DooNVQ7k4E/s1600-h/Puppies+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Tl4dEfII/AAAAAAAAAUA/7DooNVQ7k4E/s400/Puppies+031.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291328891225668738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#3 - Mikey Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6TWkOxVXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KxJ8UV_MAPQ/s1600-h/Puppies+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6TWkOxVXI/AAAAAAAAAT4/KxJ8UV_MAPQ/s400/Puppies+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291328628098946418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Puppy #4 - Bella (she has one black eye and lots of white it's so cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6SxzmocBI/AAAAAAAAATo/ksLGoXi_NTs/s1600-h/Puppies+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6SxzmocBI/AAAAAAAAATo/ksLGoXi_NTs/s400/Puppies+036.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291327996570398738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Puppy #5 - Tiki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Sel6_n0I/AAAAAAAAATg/K7pG_YczV5g/s1600-h/Puppies+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Sel6_n0I/AAAAAAAAATg/K7pG_YczV5g/s400/Puppies+039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291327666480193346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tiki - Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6SIX2ZQdI/AAAAAAAAATY/rokvtAAg_Dw/s1600-h/Puppies+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6SIX2ZQdI/AAAAAAAAATY/rokvtAAg_Dw/s400/Puppies+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291327284745683410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Puppy #6  Chica (Girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Rz4YntoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ryycmny-MPU/s1600-h/Puppies+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6Rz4YntoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/ryycmny-MPU/s400/Puppies+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291326932701918850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Chica Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6RiVfOc3I/AAAAAAAAATI/XTqfsHtAuF8/s1600-h/Puppies+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6RiVfOc3I/AAAAAAAAATI/XTqfsHtAuF8/s400/Puppies+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291326631276606322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Puppy #7 - Meme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6QNIgfSnI/AAAAAAAAASw/j7Nny1zoCkI/s1600-h/Puppies+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6QNIgfSnI/AAAAAAAAASw/j7Nny1zoCkI/s400/Puppies+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291325167503362674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;The puppies eyes just opened up a few days ago.  It was so cool to see them actually get to see the world for the 1st time.  They are starting to walk and be very vocal.  I love it.  These puppies are my world right now.  I am going to hate to see them leave because I love them all soo much.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3642903222979290235?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3642903222979290235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3642903222979290235&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3642903222979290235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3642903222979290235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-siberian-husky-story-so-far.html' title='Our Siberian Husky Story So Far......'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SW6ZZWybx-I/AAAAAAAAAWA/j09wjgMU9nY/s72-c/Puppies+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2138865089662098738</id><published>2009-01-03T10:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T10:21:22.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Krazy Kristin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;his post is for you since you do not have face book.  I wanted to tell you thanks for a fun night last night.  We had lots of laughs and a great time.  I look forward to our next girls night out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Oh and sorry I didn't call you when Meika went into labor.  I will get some pictures up on this thing yet today!  I PROMISE!!!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Have a great weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2138865089662098738?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2138865089662098738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2138865089662098738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2138865089662098738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2138865089662098738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2009/01/krazy-kristin.html' title='Krazy Kristin'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-5083943127862015322</id><published>2008-12-27T10:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:33:29.800-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still kickin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am alive!!!  Sorry for not updating at all this week.  Things have been extremely busy.  But, I think every one has been that way.   I PROMISE to update with some great pictures next time.  We have had some pretty fun family gatherings this year.  Another one yet today and then another one next weekend too.  Christmas has definately had it's ups and downs this year but my kids have managed to have one of their best christma's ever.   So as long as they were able to have their piece of "extra happy" this season that is all I need.  I have a picture of Brendan with the best smile on his face.  This picture I will hold dear to my heart because with everything going on in his life right now - I do not see that smile too often.  It's great and I can not wait to share it will you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But, for now I have to jet.  I have homemade soup to make, finger jello, and cookies for this afternoon.   I also have to attempt to shower/bathe 3 kiddo's and get them ready for the party this afternoon.  Also need to boot my hubby in the butt and get him outside to vaccum out the car and clean it up a bit.  Tomorrow we head to Frankenmuth with my brother (his wife), my sister, &amp;amp; my parents.  We have a day planned out for them to celebrate there 31st wedding anniversary they had earlier this month.  We chose to wait until after xmas because my brother lives in Gerogia.  So this way he could be part of it.  It is definatley going to be a great "family" get a way for the day.  No kiddies.  That is okay though - my kids are super excited about thier cousin Justin coming over to babysit for the day.  Now lets just hope my Meika girl does not go into labor while we are gone.  She is close to delivering.  It should be with in the next few days.  I will keep you all updated - her and Niko's puppies are going to be gorgeous.  Let me know if anyone is interested in getting one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hugs to everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-5083943127862015322?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/5083943127862015322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=5083943127862015322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5083943127862015322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5083943127862015322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/still-kickin.html' title='Still kickin'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3271646112765915514</id><published>2008-12-21T18:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:58:30.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Very sad day.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Lastnight we got the phone call that Lowell was in the hospital and that he was not feeling well.  They said he had phnemonia.  Today we recieved a phone call stating that Lowell had an anerisum in his stomach and they were going to have to do surgery.  Without surgery he would not make it.  They were pretty sure that his heart could not with stand surgery nor could his lungs. Their was a 50/50 chance they could help him. He had been feeling pretty yucky for awhile. But, his drive has been to care for Jason's grandma.  She too has been ill for a few years.  His whole meaning for life was to make sure she was taken care of.  And if that meant he would be with her before attending a doctor's appointment or a surgery for himself that is what he would do.  These two were very much in love.  You could see it when ever they were together.  It was precious.  I will miss that for sure.  Anyhow, Jason and I got our stuff together and ventured out into the blizzard this afternoon.  My plan was to get there before he went into surgery.  (We didn't know what time this would be - we just knew we had to get there soon).  I wanted to see him, hold his hand, hug him and tell him we loved him before they took him down.  I wanted him to know we were there and that we cared about him &amp;amp; loved him.  Well, when we got there they had just wheeled him down. We just missed him.  I was so sad!  But, I also knew he was in good hands.  Dr. Gluck was the doctor in on his surgery.  However, we were not there too long before they called us into the room with closed doors.  They told us he didn't even make it to surgery.  When the anesthesioligist put the medicine in him his heart stopped right away.  He said just one shot of the medicine was all it took.  His heart just dropped down.  He passed peacefully.  He did not want them to resesitate.  The doctor also said that even if Lowell would have allowed it that they could not have saved him.  His heart was just too weak.  It had apparently only been working at 30%.  We were able to go back in the recovery room and see him.  I was very nervous but felt it was something we needed to do since we did not make it to him before surgery.  I was able to put my hand on his heart and kiss his forhead and let him know I loved him.  Jason was able to do the same.  What a very unforgettable and emotional moment.  I will never ever forget it.  As I will never forget a very special man.  Lowell thank you for being part of my life as well as my kids.  You might have been very set in your ways but we still loved you no matter what.  Thank you for always putting a smile on my face when ever I would see you.  And, I promise I will not blow away.  Ever since my surgery you said that they better tie some weights to me so I do not blow away.  You always made me laugh when you said that.  Please know you will never be forgotten and that you will always be sadly missed.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SU7dHuTVBUI/AAAAAAAAASo/daX2ZQ6bHaM/s1600-h/.+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282402537710093634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SU7dHuTVBUI/AAAAAAAAASo/daX2ZQ6bHaM/s400/.+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;Today is the day the good lord took a wonderful man from us.   Lowell Corning AKA "Pops".  I met this man when I first met Jason.  What a great guy.  He was married to Jay's grandma - Marjorie Kovach.  He always managed to make me laugh or smile when ever I seen him!  He will be greatly missed.  My promise to you Lowell is to take care of grandma for you.  She is in good hands and you have no worries.  Between us all in the family she will be taken care of.  I miss you already!!  R.I.P pops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3271646112765915514?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3271646112765915514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3271646112765915514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3271646112765915514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3271646112765915514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/very-sad-day.html' title='Very sad day.........'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SU7dHuTVBUI/AAAAAAAAASo/daX2ZQ6bHaM/s72-c/.+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-7474765985747785442</id><published>2008-12-19T12:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T13:07:19.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Many of you may have noticed I have fallen off the face of the earth this week. It's been a ruff one that I would rather not talk about right now.  I have been busy though.  However - I did manage to find some time to make some cards with Jason's aunt.  We really did truely have a blast making them.  Lots of laughs and stories to go around.  I was not going to send any cards out this year because it's such a huge expense for me.  I send out at least 80 plus cards a year.  Since we are going to Hawaii the end of next year I figued making this cut this year would be okay.  Well, it hasn't been okay. And I decided that I can't cut them out completely.  I will send a few out.  I have 24 cards that I made that will be going out in the mail very soon.  Christmas cards are my favorite part of christmas.  I love getting them in the mail.  It just makes me smile from ear to ear.  And not having the chance to get mine out in the mail has been killing me.  This picture does not do justice to them.  They are simply beautiful.  I think you will love them just as much as I enjoyed making them.  So watch for them in your mailbox early next week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am still in shock that I made my christmas cards - I can not believe it.  I think I might have started a new christmas tradition with Jason's auntie.  Thanks Aunt Margie for making card making so much fun this year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvuxfuNkzI/AAAAAAAAASY/FJSh4IX956o/s1600-h/December+2008+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281577522118366002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvuxfuNkzI/AAAAAAAAASY/FJSh4IX956o/s400/December+2008+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-7474765985747785442?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/7474765985747785442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=7474765985747785442&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7474765985747785442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7474765985747785442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvuxfuNkzI/AAAAAAAAASY/FJSh4IX956o/s72-c/December+2008+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-637890293034951782</id><published>2008-12-19T12:38:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:56:35.099-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this little girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Most of you know that I used to do daycare before I started driving school bus.  I started watching this little girl in the picture with Colby.  Her name is Madison.  I started watching Madison when she was 12 months old.  Colby was only 6 months old.  I have some of the cutest pictures of them over the past 7 years.  Anyhow, from day 1 her &amp;amp; Colby were the best of friends (they actually have refered to each other as boyfriend/girlfriend).  They do EVERYTHING together.  We take her with us everywhere.  She is part of our family in everyway.  The talk of the family is - what if they grow up and get married.  I think it would be awesome - too early to tell for sure.  But can you imagine all the pictures I will have for them.  I already have a TON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So here they are thier 7th christmas together.  We buy for each other every year too.  They get so excited when they get to exchange gifts.  I love watching these two together.  It's not only precious but priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvrHfchXWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4c2Oh1b8ZzI/s1600-h/December+2008+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281573501954776418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvrHfchXWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4c2Oh1b8ZzI/s400/December+2008+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Madison &amp;amp; Colby 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvqzPD_ieI/AAAAAAAAASI/MgSG6u346tg/s1600-h/December+2008+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281573153959545314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvqzPD_ieI/AAAAAAAAASI/MgSG6u346tg/s400/December+2008+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here they are playing christmas tic tac toe.  Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvqjXmWnEI/AAAAAAAAASA/DfUv0uEE10M/s1600-h/December+2008+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281572881373240386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvqjXmWnEI/AAAAAAAAASA/DfUv0uEE10M/s400/December+2008+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-637890293034951782?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/637890293034951782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=637890293034951782&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/637890293034951782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/637890293034951782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-love-this-little-girl.html' title='I love this little girl!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SUvrHfchXWI/AAAAAAAAASQ/4c2Oh1b8ZzI/s72-c/December+2008+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-7735763273922823961</id><published>2008-12-08T12:59:00.018-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:09:31.652-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Randoms</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So over the past week I have attempted to take pictures of my 3 LOVELY little children.  It has definately been quite a task let me tell you.  Times were very frustrating.  But, to say the least I tried.  My baby girl is too much fun to photograph lately.  She is loving the whole posing thing.  It is absolutely precious.  The first photo she say's "Peace mamma"!  She litterally got up on the couch, laid on her side and put her hand on her chin. Something about the look on her face just makes me smile ear to ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST2SmclXZmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qZnoey84J8k/s1600-h/December+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277535527553689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST2SmclXZmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qZnoey84J8k/s400/December+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;This is definately one of my new favorite pictures of her.  I am going to have to mess around with it a little bit because I am thinking it might be beautiful in black and white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277503823439029906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST11xBjZZpI/AAAAAAAAARw/QIVWXOfIJ_0/s400/December+2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST11jM0Tn3I/AAAAAAAAARo/dpxsZ1H2-ig/s1600-h/December+2008+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277503585944575858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST11jM0Tn3I/AAAAAAAAARo/dpxsZ1H2-ig/s400/December+2008+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Here are my three little ANIMALS!  Colby, Brendan, &amp;amp; Chaley.  These 3 little gifts from god are SO SO different in many ways.  Colby is my little worker.  He loves to help do ANYTHING - even if it is washing dishes or scrubbing the floor.  He is a little smarty pants in school and everyone just loves him.  He is my cool dude.  When you walk through the hall ways at school everyone is chasig him down.  I think he might be Mr. Popularity!  Blush Blush - I love my Colbster (even if he is Mr. Snagel tooth right now - he is definately going to be wanting his two front teeth for chrismtas this year).  Brendan is my smart, intellegent, difficult child.  I love this boy more than anything. He is definately just way too smart for his own good and he tries to use it to his own advantage not any one else's.  This little boy is so dang cute but he struggles with his self esteem.  Not sure why but he dose and that ALONE can break any mom's heart.  Miss Chaley is my challenging child.  But, I tell ya she is a fire ball.  She is such a social butterfly.  She loves to sing &amp;amp; dance.  She will do whatever she can to put a smile on your face.  Isn't she beautiful??  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST11MjV6BWI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pk2xULKhEf8/s1600-h/December+2008+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277503196854093154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST11MjV6BWI/AAAAAAAAARg/Pk2xULKhEf8/s400/December+2008+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As I am trying to take a picture of my three lovely children in front of the tree yesterday - Brendan say's lets do something funny.  So I said okay.  This is what he wanted to do.  Cute picture too bad it's blury and out of order.  Speak no evil, see no evil, hear no evil.  I am honeslty really not sure which way it goes - I just know the way they are standing is not correct.  Glad they had fun doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST10wdNW3aI/AAAAAAAAARY/mB_SG7-g6pM/s1600-h/December+2008+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502714171284898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST10wdNW3aI/AAAAAAAAARY/mB_SG7-g6pM/s400/December+2008+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;This is our family shot in front of the tree.  I had to pull my tripod out of the closet.  Blow the dust off from it and then let my hubby rig it up to hold the camera.  I was missing the part that connect to the camera to hold it onto the tri pod.  It's all good though - I gave my husband a "project" and he was all over it.  Decent picture (Actually the 1st picture ever when all three kids were looking and half way smiling) BUT of course it turned out blurry.  I will have to see if I can somehow fix that.  Don't mind the stockings haven't gotten them hung up the right way yet.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST10g4rAmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5N-Hd8OCz8Q/s1600-h/December+2008+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502446665505458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST10g4rAmrI/AAAAAAAAARQ/5N-Hd8OCz8Q/s400/December+2008+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The next few photo's are of the 3 ANIMALS in front of the tree.  Brendan is not thrilled at all.  He was making me so mad.  All he had to do was crack a little smile for .00234 of a second.  But, he would not.  You will notice in a couple of them he is bald. (Just another reason why he struggles with his self esteem - poor guy)  We have been having quit the issue going on with him.  He starting losing his hair and pulling it out.  They have not diagnosed the problem yet.  I hope to find out something on Thursday at the doctor's office.  Anyone ever hear of this?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                              Take 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST10OL29lbI/AAAAAAAAARI/PF30jSd4hAo/s1600-h/December+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277502125398398386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST10OL29lbI/AAAAAAAAARI/PF30jSd4hAo/s400/December+2008+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh love this one....snagel tooth and dancing/singing chaley!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                             Take 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1zb95yhiI/AAAAAAAAARA/2yYANTzJnHQ/s1600-h/December+2008+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277501262658700834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1zb95yhiI/AAAAAAAAARA/2yYANTzJnHQ/s400/December+2008+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                           &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And Take 3 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1zHPlWtII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/esZMTvRlsdY/s1600-h/December+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277500906627576962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1zHPlWtII/AAAAAAAAAQ4/esZMTvRlsdY/s400/December+2008+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Had to move to the couch (they couldn't stand still)!  If you notice Brendan was sorta giving his little sister some love - so I acted on it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;                                                  Take 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1yCXSTlsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/n2v_MXulzv4/s1600-h/December+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277499723284190914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1yCXSTlsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/n2v_MXulzv4/s400/December+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I told Chaley to give your brother a kiss on the cheeck!!!!  Brendan was like Eeewwww!  BUT..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                                Take 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1xKgHibFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F1-n42klhJQ/s1600-h/December+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498763582270546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1xKgHibFI/AAAAAAAAAQo/F1-n42klhJQ/s400/December+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;She managed to get him!  Even if he did have his hand on his face.  I know deep down inside he loved it!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                            Take 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1wwp_5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FmRuSQnsAwY/s1600-h/December+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277498319557977682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1wwp_5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAQg/FmRuSQnsAwY/s400/December+2008+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And finally I think I got another shot of the Animals being normal!!!  I sure do love these Animals though!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;                                                                            Take 7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1veb1rJcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8eBqLmly7cY/s1600-h/December+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277496907007731138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1veb1rJcI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8eBqLmly7cY/s400/December+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Love your children!  Hug &amp;amp; Kiss them as much as you can.  They thrive on the love and attention they recieve from their parents!  They may be naughty at times.  They may down right just make you want to scream - but know they are amazing little creatures and they love you just as much as you love them - even if they do not show it!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1u5mvjdNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DfDVwrJNJi0/s1600-h/December+2008+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277496274279691474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1u5mvjdNI/AAAAAAAAAQA/DfDVwrJNJi0/s400/December+2008+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Happy Holidays Everyone!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-7735763273922823961?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/7735763273922823961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=7735763273922823961&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7735763273922823961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7735763273922823961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/crazy-randoms.html' title='Crazy Randoms'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST2SmclXZmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/qZnoey84J8k/s72-c/December+2008+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-6742249869130911134</id><published>2008-12-08T12:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:58:33.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1tUVLqYVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QJYvT5-g4io/s1600-h/The+Dogs+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277494534398959954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1tUVLqYVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QJYvT5-g4io/s400/The+Dogs+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So check this picture out!! It is Crazy. This is a picture of Niko laying in the snow on Saturday. It's pretty hard to see that it's actually snow he's laying in but I thought it was cool. These puppies love the cold weather. I love my Niko Boy - BUT, I love this stinkin snow even more - it makes me happy. (for those of you who know me really well, you know I HATE THE SNOW).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-6742249869130911134?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/6742249869130911134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=6742249869130911134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6742249869130911134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6742249869130911134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/nuts.html' title='Nuts!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/ST1tUVLqYVI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QJYvT5-g4io/s72-c/The+Dogs+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-8900086579318485621</id><published>2008-12-04T12:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:07:29.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis The Season For Puppies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;So this loveable gorgeous boy named Niko &amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgpA2f3B9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FKpBFAzbaYw/s1600-h/The+Dogs+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276012058070419410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgpA2f3B9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FKpBFAzbaYw/s400/The+Dogs+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;This beautiful sweet girl named Meeka - - - - - - - - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgowe0XMQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/liu8BUaAVSM/s1600-h/The+Dogs+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276011776836055298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgowe0XMQI/AAAAAAAAAPo/liu8BUaAVSM/s400/The+Dogs+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgohMvUXyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UAzg-9897xY/s1600-h/The+Dogs+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276011514285023010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgohMvUXyI/AAAAAAAAAPg/UAzg-9897xY/s400/The+Dogs+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Yea, well I am pretty sure (about 99.8%) that they will be having puppies.  She is showing signs of pregnancy. Such as abdomen filling out and mammory glands starting to swell.  This was NOT suppose to happen.  BUT, I am thinking it did.  So there for Tis the season for puppies because if I figured if out right she will deliever sometime inbetween christmas and new years!!!!!    Niko is papered but she is not!  So if anyone is going to want a pure bred siberian husky puppy send them my way.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-8900086579318485621?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/8900086579318485621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=8900086579318485621&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8900086579318485621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8900086579318485621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/12/tis-season-for-puppies.html' title='Tis The Season For Puppies'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/STgpA2f3B9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/FKpBFAzbaYw/s72-c/The+Dogs+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2188319394030177208</id><published>2008-11-23T20:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:43:52.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole lot of THANKFULLNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;So this week Thankgiving comes upon us. As I sit here tonight watching the AMA I thought to myself. I think I will make a list of what I am thankful for this year. We all have lots to be happy about and thankful for so why not make note of it. I am going to come up with 30 things I am thankful for this year!!! Maybe you all can do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. I am thankful for my 3 beautiful, wonderful, amazing children (even if somedays I just want to crawl in a hole and hide).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;2. I am thankful for the most amzing man in my life - my husband. Jason is my rock and with out him I would not make it day to day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. I am thankful for my parents. Even though I am married and on my own with 3 kids - they still guide me in the right direction each and every day. They are there to ALWAYS give me love, support, &amp;amp; advice. I love them both to pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;4. My dear sweet sister is next. I owe my world to her. I am very thankful to have such an amazing person in my life. She makes me laugh &amp;amp; smile all the time. And no matter what she is always there for me. This girl I give the world too. I want someone to come into her life and sweep her off her feet and give her everything her little heart desires. She deserves this. I am thankful for the best sister a girl could ask for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;5. My smart, intelligent, amazing brother is next. I could not ask for a better brother either. He is such a caring individual. He puts "Family" first. And with out him in my life it definately would not be complete. He is great. I love that boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;6. I am so thankful for my friends. Without friends my circle would not be complete. Over the past few years I have come to realize how important friends are in my life. My friends keep me sane. They know how to bring me up when I am down and they know how to keep me going. FRIENDS are EVERYTHING to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;7. I am very thankful for scrapbooking. I have found a new stress reliver that is not only fun but creative. It allows me to make something for my children that they will be able to cherrish for the rest of their lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;8. I am all about music. Music makes my life go round and round. Music makes me happy. There is a lot to be said about music. It makes me smile, happy, and giddy. It makes me want to dance, sing, and be crazy. Music = dancing = happiness. Music is BEAUTIFUL so there for I am thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;9. I am thankful that my husband works for such a great company. With out his job our life we live would not work. His job gives my kids the world - and me the world (not going to lie) I love you Jason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;10. I am super thankful that the dang gas prices have finally went down. Now only if the grocery stores would lower there prices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;11. I am thankful for my bus driving job. Thanks to my mother - in - law that could have not happend. I love my job. It ables me to bring in an income and help support our family. It also makes it so that I am right there with my kids all the time. I am on there schedule and that is the best part of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;12. I am thankful for the roof over my head, the food in the cupboards, and the warm bed I get to sleep in at night. Some people are not so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;13. I am happy about making the decision to have bariatric surgery last year. This surgery has made my life much healthier (and thinner). I am thankful to be back in my comfort zone. Losing weight has such a huge effect of how you live your life. I am so much HAPPIER, HEALTHIER, &amp;amp; HOPEFUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;14. I am thankful for Dr. Gluck. He has changed my life and made me pain free. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;15. I am thankful for starbucks. They make delicous coffee's. One of my favorites is Pumpkin Spice Latte. Mmmmmm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;17. I am thankful for all of my extended family (grandparents, aunt, uncles, cousins). They make me laugh and smile all the time. And in the end they are always there for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;18. I am thankful for something as simple as my bare minerals make - up. It makes my face look healthy and radient. I love that stuff. If you have not tried it - you do not know what you are missing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;19. I am thankful for chocolate. Chocolate can always make any bad day good. A girl needs chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;20. I am thankful for my camera. Taking pictures and capturing priceless moments on camera is devine. I LOVE MY CAMERA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;21. I am thankful for my cell phone. Without it I could not communicate with all those wonderful people in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;22. I am thankful for my email address. I know corny huh. But, my email is my lifeline. I keep in touch with many many people through email. With out how would I/we do it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;23. I am also thankful for facebook, myspace, &amp;amp; blogspot. I am able to keep in contact with lots of wondeful friends and family. It has also abled me to make some GREAT new friends and come back into contact with some long lost friends. With out those things would we be in touch now?? Doubt it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;24. I am thankful for Grey's Anatomy. Laugh if you want - but everytime I watch that show I feel so many emotions. I am happy, laughing, sad, crying, excited, and wowed everytime I watch it. It's my tv time that I love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;25. I am also thankful for DVR. Recording shows and getting to watch them when ever I want is GREAT. What is also great about it that you can fast forward through those dang comericals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;26. I am thankful for American Idol. With out that show Daughty and David Cook would not be on the music charts today. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;27. I am thankful for losing 122 pounds since last October. 1 pounds is equal to 4 sticks of butter - I have lost 488 sticks of butter. Strange comparison I know. But holy cow - that is alot of butter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;28. I am thankful for having my Niko boy (AKA my dog). He was given to me for a reason. I have a part of Kiowa that will never be forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;29. I am thankful for ALL of my family &amp;amp; friends. I Love you all you make my world a happier place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;30. I am SO THANKFUL for the life I have!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Happy Thankgiving Everyone. I hope you have lots of turkey, lots of laughs, and make lots of memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2188319394030177208?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2188319394030177208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2188319394030177208&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2188319394030177208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2188319394030177208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/11/whole-lot-of-thankfullness.html' title='A whole lot of THANKFULLNESS'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1168442897846073082</id><published>2008-11-23T16:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:47:27.559-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SSnctwHi9FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5fzGenZg-jU/s1600-h/The+Dogs+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271987517382653010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SSnctwHi9FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5fzGenZg-jU/s400/The+Dogs+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; This is Niko!  I think this picture is by far one of my favorite ones yet.  I love the snow falling and I love the snow on his fur.  He is such an awesome puppy.  I just thought I would share this photo of him with you all, simply just because I love it!  Hope everyone had a great weekend.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know strange post huh??!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1168442897846073082?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1168442897846073082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1168442897846073082&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1168442897846073082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1168442897846073082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/11/favorite.html' title='Favorite'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SSnctwHi9FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/5fzGenZg-jU/s72-c/The+Dogs+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2796348941200897418</id><published>2008-11-16T08:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T08:35:38.962-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crankiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am super cranky today. Not that anyone really cares BUT who honestly has to get up to their cat crapping all over the floor at five in the morning. SERIOUSLY!! One of my cats decided to hop up on my bed and "meow" this morning. I thought it was odd but was also half a sleep. So, I didn't think anything of it. Must have been a few minutes later and I hear this god awful noise. Yup you guessed it - it would be the sound of a cat with diareha. Yes, I know absolutely discusting. Well, my first instinct was to grab the cat and get it outside as fast as I could. I picked up the cat and well.....you can only imagine. Smelly stinky nasty stuff went everywhere. I turn the light on in the room and start scrubbing the carpet. It was down the register, on the wall, the rug, the hall way floor, and my bed room carpet EVERYWHERE!!! All this whole time the windows are open in the room because it smells so bad, the heat is blasting because it's freezing cold outside and snowing. All the while my dear hubby is snoring away fast asleep. SERIOUSLY. So, it takes me about 45 minutes to clean it all up. I climb back into bed, I am shivering I am so cold. At this time my daughter &amp;amp; husband's niece decide it's time to wake up. Jason PROMISED me that he would get up with the girls because he is the one that offered for his niece to stay the night. Well needless to say that did not happen. Even after a couple elbow's to his side, bouncing around on the bed trying to get him to wake up, saying his name ever so politely, and sighing loudly. I decided it was a losing battle. Since I had already been awake cleaning up cat crap I just got up and tried to get the girls to lay down and watch tv and possilby keep their voices down. NOT!!! That was just NOT going to happen. I was very flustered by this point. I stayed up until 1am last night - which this is something I NEVER know but I was told by my dear sweet hubby that he would get up with the kids. So to me that meant I could sleep in. Well I guess the moral of the story is don't count your blessings until they have been handed to you on a silver plate. You never know what is going to happen at the weeee hours of the morning. You know the saying "everything happens for a reason". Someone want to tell me why this happend to me? What was the reason for this crap - literally. Ugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330099;"&gt;I only hope for a nice nap today!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2796348941200897418?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2796348941200897418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2796348941200897418&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2796348941200897418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2796348941200897418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/11/crankiness.html' title='Crankiness'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3462683860489241976</id><published>2008-11-05T09:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T09:50:01.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone please tell me......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do you tell if your puppy is pregnant?  She can't be but she might be.  I am so flabergasted right now.  With my luck she is.   Someone help me.  What to do - what to do??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3462683860489241976?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3462683860489241976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3462683860489241976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3462683860489241976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3462683860489241976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/11/someone-please-tell-me.html' title='Someone please tell me......'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-8576960536006266822</id><published>2008-11-03T19:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T20:03:02.989-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimp-o-hippielishous</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"&gt;So after Friday night's escapade - Saturay brought a whole new meaning to Halloween.  This was the 1st time since I was in school that I have dressed up and went to a halloween party.  We had alot of fun.  We met some friends at the bowling alley and then headed to a house party.  It was alot of fun.  Jason was a PIMP - and boy let me tell you he was lovin it.  He was pimpin and profiling.  He thought he was the man.  I loved it.  He did look pretty cute in his outfit. Shhh...don't tell him though.   We were fortunate enough to be able to borrow the costume from his friend Luke.  It was a super nice costume.  I was a hippie - Jason refered to me as his hippie whore.  I loved my outfit.  I may even have to pull the pants back out and where them to Wheatland.  Or possibly "Rothbury" if that returns again next summer.  I never knew getting all dressed up would be so much fun.  I can't wait for next year.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-rtOsjWfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tkQep7jg8no/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264615282946824690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-rtOsjWfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tkQep7jg8no/s400/Halloween+2008+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-rBpu6V_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/6CJcPVz0Dwk/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264614534290233330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-rBpu6V_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/6CJcPVz0Dwk/s400/Halloween+2008+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-8576960536006266822?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/8576960536006266822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=8576960536006266822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8576960536006266822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8576960536006266822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/11/pimp-o-hippielishous.html' title='Pimp-o-hippielishous'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-rtOsjWfI/AAAAAAAAAOk/tkQep7jg8no/s72-c/Halloween+2008+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-153155658774617837</id><published>2008-11-03T19:09:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:51:15.114-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Belated Halloween. I am not good with keeping up on my blogging. Please forgive me - I try. And since it's only three days past halloween I feel pretty proud of myself. Trick or Treating started at 6. We left the house at 3:45. Thank goodness we had a half day of school otherwise I do not know how we would have fit it all in. We started at Grandma Huston's house. Next was Grandma Kovach's/Grandma Debbie's House. Then we went to Grandma Shirley's house and finally too Grandma Alida's house. There we actually took off and went trick or treating with the kids. I was pooped out bye the time we got there. Thank goodness my mom meets us at my grandma's house. That saves us a trip to her house. It is so appreciated. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-lTd_iLpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LfxDb1x-3NQ/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264608243306606226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-lTd_iLpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LfxDb1x-3NQ/s400/Halloween+2008+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Miss Chaley was my little hippie girl. I thought she was just adorable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-lE0Y7PNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vgRExg4usX8/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607991620648146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-lE0Y7PNI/AAAAAAAAAOM/vgRExg4usX8/s400/Halloween+2008+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Colbster was the red ninja! He was a pretty darn cool looking one at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-kdnfXmxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/aF3TKzeEqv0/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264607318143114002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-kdnfXmxI/AAAAAAAAAOE/aF3TKzeEqv0/s400/Halloween+2008+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My Brendan boy was very presistant on being Jason from Friday the 13th. What could I say - "no". He's 10 and I am sure his dressing up days are going to be ending with in the next year or so. So, I thought what theh heck. I'll let him be something crepy and scary. He loved it. And, I didn't think he looked too bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-kJsEuBeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q3Vh6K3pACg/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606975776130530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-kJsEuBeI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q3Vh6K3pACg/s400/Halloween+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As I was taking this picture of the three of them together in their costumes. I sort of laughed. Reason being is I can NEVER get the 3 of them to sit, stand, lay, etc all together and get a decent picture. It's virtually imposible. But, with them having a mask, or glasses on their face you can not see their eyes. The outcome A DECENT picture. I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-j8tGdjOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/leblCmNtefk/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606752713575650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-j8tGdjOI/AAAAAAAAAN0/leblCmNtefk/s400/Halloween+2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;She is a beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-jrGJFBrI/AAAAAAAAANs/5LUGPVuNzmc/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264606450197792434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-jrGJFBrI/AAAAAAAAANs/5LUGPVuNzmc/s400/Halloween+2008+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;This is Cousin Megan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-jHZT80TI/AAAAAAAAANk/vJKr6QD9mVg/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264605836868374834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-jHZT80TI/AAAAAAAAANk/vJKr6QD9mVg/s400/Halloween+2008+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here we have another cousin shot at Grandma Alida's house. We have Chaley, McKayla, Brendan, Koleman, &amp;amp; Colby. McKayla &amp;amp; Koleman are Jason's brother's kids. Such sweet kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-i2N86WLI/AAAAAAAAANc/UqCHwAQdohk/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264605541761177778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-i2N86WLI/AAAAAAAAANc/UqCHwAQdohk/s400/Halloween+2008+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-ikqhQOuI/AAAAAAAAANU/IJ02LTRhGT0/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264605240192154338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-ikqhQOuI/AAAAAAAAANU/IJ02LTRhGT0/s400/Halloween+2008+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Here is part of the gang trick or treating. If you notice Chaley is not in here. She had a hard time keeping up. Poor little one I felt so bad for her. But, I don't think she minded. She was getting candy with a smile on her face the whole time. It was super cute - at one point she grabbed my hand and said "mommy wanna carry me"? I laughed because there is no way I can even lift her. So as you can see she ended up coning Jay into carring her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-iJ_vbN5I/AAAAAAAAANM/r-cA9dpYaFg/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604782032271250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-iJ_vbN5I/AAAAAAAAANM/r-cA9dpYaFg/s400/Halloween+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-h1IKknmI/AAAAAAAAANE/XGgHW8FWmxI/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604423516364386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-h1IKknmI/AAAAAAAAANE/XGgHW8FWmxI/s400/Halloween+2008+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Afterwards, we end up back at Jay's grandma's house. She always has bbq's and hot cider. We ate and then I took Jason &amp;amp; Brendan to the Oakridge football game. It was the first playoff game. Brendan was really wanting to go. Scott Jay's brother alreay had plenty of seats saved so they went. I stayed back with Colby and Chaley. Needless to say they didn't last too long. Before I knew it they were coverd up with blankets and fast asleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-hk96QmYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bw8rSF7azZw/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264604145885682050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-hk96QmYI/AAAAAAAAAM8/bw8rSF7azZw/s400/Halloween+2008+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;However, it is possible they came down from a sugar buzz and just couldn't handle it anymore. We had a great "family" night. Glad we were able to all spend it together this year. Last year Jason was out of town working on Halloween. So, it was nice to have him around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-hV_rHBAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gD_BWSzK5d8/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264603888660972546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-hV_rHBAI/AAAAAAAAAM0/gD_BWSzK5d8/s400/Halloween+2008+072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-hG0wV0nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K6EKmOslU8w/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264603628032086642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-hG0wV0nI/AAAAAAAAAMs/K6EKmOslU8w/s400/Halloween+2008+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-153155658774617837?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/153155658774617837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=153155658774617837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/153155658774617837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/153155658774617837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-belated-halloween.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQ-lTd_iLpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/LfxDb1x-3NQ/s72-c/Halloween+2008+066.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-2235813727997054303</id><published>2008-10-30T19:46:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T20:23:38.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this cute little town!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jason took me away last week for the whole weekend (no kids) to celebrate out 12th annivesary.  I can not begin to tell you how excited I was.  Him &amp;amp; I tend to do alot of things with friends and family but never just him and I.  This would probably be the first time in at least 3 years we have ventured off on our own - just the two of us.  And boy was it ever nice.  We went to Frankenmuth, MI.  This town is way too much fun.  Lots to do and see.  We stayed at a Fairfield Inn Suite that was located right on the main strip of Frankenmuth.  (When I say strip it's only like litearlly a mile maybe mile and a half).  We hung out at the prime outlests in Birch Run.  We both had to get that little shopping spree out of our systems.  Then we walked the strip.  We had so much fun.  The bavarian Inn was a great sight to see.  I took this picture of it from across the street.  Needless to say we never did make it to that side of the street to check it out better.  Too much other stuff to do on the side we were on.  LOL  We bought some yummy cheese from the cheese haus - best cheese ever.  We also ate a fabulous dinner at Zenders.  They are famous for their chicken dinners.  Let me tell you how amazing their food was.  WOW.  If you have never been there before - please make a special trip just to try the food.  You will fall in love with not only the food but the building and everything inside it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXkVLu44I/AAAAAAAAAMk/K8T3Hbec1XA/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263115396209107842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXkVLu44I/AAAAAAAAAMk/K8T3Hbec1XA/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I love this picture.  Everyone in this town is all about being festive.  That is what makes this town so unique and beautiful.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXWbeNSSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VD5qogFmiSU/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263115157379041570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXWbeNSSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VD5qogFmiSU/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jason took me on a beautiful cariage ride through this cute little town.  It was so sweet and so romantic.  This is our horse buddy.  I felt so bad for the big guy.  He seriously had to pull us all the way up this huge hill.  I felt so bad.  Jay kept reassuring me that it was okay.  They were made to do this kind of thing.  I just didn't feel right letting this poor horse do all the work.  It was kind of neat listening to his hoofs on the pavement.  Okay I know - strange.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXHlgbZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/nyb6Os4rAGE/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114902374672242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXHlgbZ3I/AAAAAAAAAMU/nyb6Os4rAGE/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;This is my favorite picture.  I just wish it would have turned out a bit better.  We really did have a wonderful time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpW5s5bOmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PPWMBcf0TJE/s1600-h/of=50,590,442[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114663840397922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpW5s5bOmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PPWMBcf0TJE/s400/of%3D50,590,442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I do like taking the self portraits.  Although we do look a little washed out.  But, cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWyN6nCYI/AAAAAAAAAME/yqSzJlKXLg0/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114535264782722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWyN6nCYI/AAAAAAAAAME/yqSzJlKXLg0/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114285773894082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWjsfWMcI/AAAAAAAAAL8/wkrotjZ34To/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWThoSOQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dipjRMs7HHc/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263114007980685570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWThoSOQI/AAAAAAAAAL0/dipjRMs7HHc/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Walking through the streets we came across this taffy store.  I love taffy.  And I love the fact that you get to watch them make it through the window.   This is not something you get to see often.  So, of course I had to take a picture of it to share with everyone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWCjPvh0I/AAAAAAAAALs/3BmZKE_GYpE/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113716356843330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpWCjPvh0I/AAAAAAAAALs/3BmZKE_GYpE/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Then this is the final result.  So of course we had to buy some.  It smelled so good when we walked into the store.  However, the taffy itself was not all that great.  I was very disappointed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpV1lix-vI/AAAAAAAAALk/3yUVkFxX2QY/s1600-h/Frankenmuth+Weekend+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263113493635267314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpV1lix-vI/AAAAAAAAALk/3yUVkFxX2QY/s400/Frankenmuth+Weekend+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I spent some fabulous quailty time together.  I loved every minute of it.  I can't wait until we can do something like this again.  Thanks for a great weekend honey.  I love you!  Happy Anniversay - it's pretty amazing we have been married for 12 years already.  Thanks for making this anniversary so specail for me.  I will never forget it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-2235813727997054303?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/2235813727997054303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=2235813727997054303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2235813727997054303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/2235813727997054303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-love-this-cute-little-town.html' title='I love this cute little town!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpXkVLu44I/AAAAAAAAAMk/K8T3Hbec1XA/s72-c/Frankenmuth+Weekend+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1547102301504141665</id><published>2008-10-30T19:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T19:46:18.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a new addition to the family.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;This is Niko!  Niko is our 10 month old puppy.  Yea, I know he really does not look like a puppy.  He has to be pushing at least 70 pounds.  He's a big boy.  I love this dog to death.  He is such a sweet boy.  Well....Jason and I rescued another husky.  Yes, I know what were we thinking.   Well, she too is a sweet sweet girl.  Her name is Meeka.  Also knows as Midnight.  Her previous owners named her midnight - we thought that bringing her into a new home and whole new atmosphere that it was only fitting to give her a new name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpSzoq69tI/AAAAAAAAALc/1bDvzJ84woQ/s1600-h/Niko+&amp;amp;+Meeka+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263110161580095186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpSzoq69tI/AAAAAAAAALc/1bDvzJ84woQ/s400/Niko+%26+Meeka+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is Meeka!!!  We called her Meeka only once.  She comes to that name everytime.  I think she likes it.  We rescued her from a pole barn ( long story ).  All I know is that I find peace with myself knowing we gave her a new &amp;amp; good home to come too.  She is loved by the whole Wall household.  Not to mention Niko is in LOVE.  Yes, I said love.  He is so happy she is here.  Oh and did I mention when we got her we found out she was in heat!!!  Yup....!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpSYPgXGvI/AAAAAAAAALU/UOzik0l-F70/s1600-h/Niko+&amp;amp;+Meeka+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263109690968447730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpSYPgXGvI/AAAAAAAAALU/UOzik0l-F70/s400/Niko+%26+Meeka+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#009900;"&gt; Honestly do you realize how hard it is to keep the two apart!  It's IMPOSSIBLE.  She is only 8 months old and not ready for puppies.  I can't imagine if she ends up pregnant what a vetinarian is going to say to me.  I am going to pay hell that is for sure.  Only time will tell.  But, for now...Meeka is extreamly happy in her new home.  And I am so glad she is not out in a pole barn crying for some attention.  Welcome to our home Meeka!  We love you so much already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1547102301504141665?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1547102301504141665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1547102301504141665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1547102301504141665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1547102301504141665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/we-have-new-addition-to-family.html' title='We have a new addition to the family.'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SQpSzoq69tI/AAAAAAAAALc/1bDvzJ84woQ/s72-c/Niko+%26+Meeka+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-992905163561236859</id><published>2008-10-30T07:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T07:43:59.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Are you ready for an update?!  I know I am.  I have so much to blog about.  I have just been such a slacker lately.  I have to update you all on lots of things such as Colby's birthday, Meeka our new puppy, my anniversary weekend spent in Frankenmuth, scrapbook pages, and the final days of football/cheerleading.  Did I mention I am so GLAD that is over with.  Anyhow, my goal is to post a couple differnt blogs tonight while watching Grey's!!  So stay tuned.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-992905163561236859?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/992905163561236859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=992905163561236859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/992905163561236859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/992905163561236859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/are-you-ready.html' title='Are you ready??!!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1144678636013962391</id><published>2008-10-12T20:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:47:30.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fricano's Pizza After Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKm_Ne3TNI/AAAAAAAAALM/x28IMSQ-5Ig/s1600-h/Fricano"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256447319975873746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKm_Ne3TNI/AAAAAAAAALM/x28IMSQ-5Ig/s400/Fricano%27s+Pizza+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;After the big football game we decided to go to Fricano's pizza place.  This pizza is so yummy.  I was afraid of what it might do to me since this pizza is a grease bomb.  However, it did not bother me at all.  Yippie.  It was so yummy too.  My poor kids were so tired.  We did not get to Fricano's until after ten.  They were all pretty hungry though.  They did some coloring while we were wating for our food.  Miss Chaley was getting pretty sleepy.  Jason cut her up some pizza on a plate and before he was even finshed my princess was asleep.  I think you will enjoy the pictures just as much as I did taking them.  You will have to excuse the color of them...the lighting in the pizza joint was not very camera friendly.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKmu4xBenI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q4eJDUWlMOU/s1600-h/Fricano"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256447039536986738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKmu4xBenI/AAAAAAAAALE/Q4eJDUWlMOU/s400/Fricano%27s+Pizza+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKmhmV0DVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k6BIOM7RLe0/s1600-h/Fricano"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256446811252723026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKmhmV0DVI/AAAAAAAAAK8/k6BIOM7RLe0/s400/Fricano%27s+Pizza+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256446521315897170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKmQuPfL1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/eDzJF1urRjk/s400/Fricano%27s+Pizza+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKl-RyhvzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oACXYRu0TxY/s1600-h/Fricano"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256446204440592178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKl-RyhvzI/AAAAAAAAAKs/oACXYRu0TxY/s400/Fricano%27s+Pizza+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1144678636013962391?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1144678636013962391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1144678636013962391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1144678636013962391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1144678636013962391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/fricanos-pizza-after-party.html' title='Fricano&apos;s Pizza After Party'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKm_Ne3TNI/AAAAAAAAALM/x28IMSQ-5Ig/s72-c/Fricano%27s+Pizza+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1426415316141219342</id><published>2008-10-12T19:49:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T20:29:52.147-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Football, Band, &amp; Cheerleading all in one!!  Go Blue.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Are you ready for some Oakridge football??!! What a game. It was so much fun. Jason's nephew (#34) Justin is playing on the Varsity team this year. I can't believe he is old enough to be playing vasity ball already. Makes me feel really old. Anyhow - Oakridge was playing Montague. The game sold out early Friday. 5,000 people. Crazy. Anyhow Oakridge won of course!!! It was a good game - if you were not there you missed out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKeXNo1RMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gzK_O9oukUQ/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437836729894082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKeXNo1RMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gzK_O9oukUQ/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I mentioned in an earlier post Brendan started playing in 5th grade band last week. His instructor had them all out on the field plalying 4 days later. And yes, they played at the biggest game of the year so far. It was so fun. Brendan and all his friends walked out on the track with there new instruments proud to be supporting Oakridge. Brendan seemed a little nervous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKd3JeP8SI/AAAAAAAAAKM/37McBcLMOEc/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437285855949090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKd3JeP8SI/AAAAAAAAAKM/37McBcLMOEc/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am very proud of you Brendan! I can't believe you are old enough to be playing in the band already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKdq7GXiuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/K-4TTJyMYTs/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256437075839257314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKdq7GXiuI/AAAAAAAAAKE/K-4TTJyMYTs/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Chaley was asked to cheer at the game with the Varsity cheerleaders because she participated in a cheer clinic earlier in the week. She had a great time. Her and her friends were full of spunk and very photogenic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256436813058484578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKdboKjKWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/yvi2W6Qf9hY/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKdJ4Lf3lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bP81PesO-us/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256436508119785042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKdJ4Lf3lI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/bP81PesO-us/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Colby &amp;amp; Koleman hung out in the stands with the gang. When I say gang I mean everyone. Me, Jay, my mom, Jay's mom &amp;amp; Garry, his dad Mike, Becky his sister, Scott his brother and his wife Chris. Pops, Ben, Jamie, Ricky, and all our kids. It was fun! Glad we were able to attend. It was fun watching Colby &amp;amp; Koleman get excited while watching the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKc6EQ-2NI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IcDVGnS2GWs/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256436236486105298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKc6EQ-2NI/AAAAAAAAAJs/IcDVGnS2GWs/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It was intense at times and the boys felt it too even being so young. I am sure it has alot to do with them playing football at such a young age already. They love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is my friend Jamie &amp;amp; her little girl Emerson. Love this picture of the two of them. Emmy is such a sweetie. Jamie says differnt - I don't believe her though. Jamie and I have been the best of friends since 6th grade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKcZMv3ecI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PJmpQEys0i4/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256435671827446210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKcZMv3ecI/AAAAAAAAAJc/PJmpQEys0i4/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love this little boy!  He did well sitting in the stands for almost 3 hours.  I was proud of him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKcHoc-kZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9jDrZVYb5s8/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256435370026766738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKcHoc-kZI/AAAAAAAAAJU/9jDrZVYb5s8/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;When Chaley was finished cheering she came up and sat next to me and my mom.  My spent most of the game hold the phone up in the air so my dad could hear the game all the way in Wyoming.  I thought it was very sweet of her to do that.  I know my arm would have probably fallen asleep and started to get heavy and hurt.  You are a trooper mom.  The things you will do for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKb5Mdlc9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/GHTIh1pvDqA/s1600-h/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256435121994953682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKb5Mdlc9I/AAAAAAAAAJM/GHTIh1pvDqA/s400/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Oakridge took the win with a 28-21 score.  It was a fantastic game.  Both teams did a heck of a job.   My kids had fun &amp;amp; we spent some family time together as well.  I look forward to the next one we are all able to go too.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1426415316141219342?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1426415316141219342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1426415316141219342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1426415316141219342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1426415316141219342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/football-band-cheerleading-all-in-one.html' title='Football, Band, &amp; Cheerleading all in one!!  Go Blue.'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKeXNo1RMI/AAAAAAAAAKU/gzK_O9oukUQ/s72-c/Oakridge+vs.+Montague+Game+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-5360911236985904497</id><published>2008-10-12T19:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T19:48:54.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Weekends Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So last weekend Chaley Jaelyn &amp;amp; I went to a baby shower at Jason's grandma's!  Grandma Alida put together a wonderful party.  The shower was in honor of baby girl Storms.  Her mamma is Jason's cousin Mysti.  I took a picture of this very unique gift that was given by Aunt Dania.  How cute and creative is this.  It's a bunch of diapers rolled and stacked into a cake design.  Then it's decorated with a a few baby items.  I thought it was adorable.  And it makes a perfect gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKYemlQshI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2MxDmFgtW8g/s1600-h/Mysti"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256431366615118354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKYemlQshI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2MxDmFgtW8g/s400/Mysti%27s+Baby+Shower+10-4-08+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;This is the "mom to be, Mysti"!  I love her shirt - it reads "Earth Mother"!  Too cool.  Anyhow, Mysti - We would like to congratulate you on your pregnancy.  We can't wait to meet baby Leona May Stomrs!  Good Luck with your delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKYPni9urI/AAAAAAAAAI0/15zRprtWxdg/s1600-h/Mysti"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256431109175884466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKYPni9urI/AAAAAAAAAI0/15zRprtWxdg/s400/Mysti%27s+Baby+Shower+10-4-08+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-5360911236985904497?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/5360911236985904497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=5360911236985904497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5360911236985904497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5360911236985904497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-weekends-baby-shower.html' title='Last Weekends Baby Shower'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SPKYemlQshI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2MxDmFgtW8g/s72-c/Mysti%27s+Baby+Shower+10-4-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1529644802792824428</id><published>2008-10-10T15:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:48:21.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy wonderful weekend ahead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am so glad it's Friday. It's been a long week that is for sure. Jason finally made it home early this morning. He was gone for 3 1/2 weeks. We are greatful to have him back home with us. Tonight we are heading to the Oakridge/Montague football game. This game has been being talked about for a few weeks now. I am sure Oakridge will cream Montague. Good luck boys. Chaley attended an awesome cheer camp this week at the school. And because she did this she is going to be cheering with the varsity cheerleaders the 1st half of the game tonight. She is super excited. Brendan joined band this past week. Wow has it ever been noisy in the house. Well, he started on the Trumpet Monday. Tonight the band instructor is going to have him playing in the pregame. Should be very interesting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tomorrow starts a new busy day. Tomorrow is Mr. Colbys 7th birthday. He is super excited. We have two football games between the three kids and then a family birthday party at 7pm at my mom's house. So, I have to get up in the morning and go shopping. I have presents to buy and cakes to pick up. Yes, I said cakes because on Sunday we are having a friends birthday party. Colby has invited 15 friends to join us at Jumpin Jupiter skate zone. Yup you did not read that incorrectly, I said 15 kids. It will be fun for sure. And what the heck it's only for 2 hours right. I know, I am insane - it's okay I admited that earlier this week when I was planning the party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I will be sure to post some pictures later in the weekend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1529644802792824428?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1529644802792824428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1529644802792824428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1529644802792824428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1529644802792824428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-wonderful-weekend-ahead.html' title='Crazy wonderful weekend ahead!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-8055180264082741441</id><published>2008-10-03T17:54:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:32:56.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Friday!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So today I get home from work only to find my baby boy in his bed sleeping. That is extreamly odd for him to be sleeping at that hour. I asked him if he was feeling okay. He said that his head hurt really bad. And of course he felt warm. I was almost in tears. I hate it when my little ones do not feel well. So, of course I did the "mom" thing - gave him some meds, made his bed all nice and comfy, set up a tv tray next to his bed with some kleenex, water bottle, and dinner. He asked for some easy mac. So of course that is what he gets. I love this little boy so much. He is just too sweet. I can't believe he will be 7 next saturday. Colby bug - I love you &amp;amp; I hope you feel better soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOakPKQNthI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J_r4R4Gac3o/s1600-h/Chaley+&amp;amp;+Colby+10-3-08+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253066595731617298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOakPKQNthI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J_r4R4Gac3o/s400/Chaley+%26+Colby+10-3-08+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here is a little funny story. I was sitting here on the couch catching up with a friend from Cali on yahoo messenger when all of a sudden I notice that Miss Chaley is missing a tooth. I nearly flipped a frickin lid. Chaley lost her 1st tooth and I had no idea. Not only did I not know anything about it - I never even knew it was loose let alone gone! She has no idea where it is either. I honestly do not think she even knew it was gone. Now tell me how crazy is all of that?! I told her she is a beautiful toothless little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOakBZlDp2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvWaBENB_eQ/s1600-h/Chaley+&amp;amp;+Colby+10-3-08+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253066359327401826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOakBZlDp2I/AAAAAAAAAIk/GvWaBENB_eQ/s400/Chaley+%26+Colby+10-3-08+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today I was messing around outside with my NEW camera. I took a couple cute shots of Chaley while she was waiting for the bus. The one below is my FAVORITE. She is just growing way too fast too. I have always been told that they will be grown and gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOajYQoVraI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-tn1szrZcc0/s1600-h/Chaley+10-3-08+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253065652550610338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOajYQoVraI/AAAAAAAAAIU/-tn1szrZcc0/s400/Chaley+10-3-08+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, it's friday night. Brendan is at a friends. Colby is not feeling well. Chaley wants to go shopping (typical little girl) and I have lots stuff to do around the house. I am also wishing thy hubby was home from Maryland. Soon - he keeps saying. Soon is just not soon enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-8055180264082741441?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/8055180264082741441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=8055180264082741441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8055180264082741441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8055180264082741441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-friday.html' title='Happy Friday!!!!!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SOakPKQNthI/AAAAAAAAAIs/J_r4R4Gac3o/s72-c/Chaley+%26+Colby+10-3-08+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-6413976569027234686</id><published>2008-09-29T19:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:41:00.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am so stinkin excited.  I went out shopping over the weekend and guess what I bought. Oh yes, you guessed it.  I FINALLY own a camera.  It's not exactly what I wanted but it will work for now and most likely for the next couple of years.  I checked it out online and found some good reviews and some not so good ones.  But, I truely believe the bad reviews were from people who honestly did not know how to work the camera.  Because so far so good over here.  I am so happy with it.  I bought a fujifilm camera (I can honestly say I would have never thought I would have bought a fuji but for the price and it's spec's it was perfect)!  So watch out world here I come.  My camera in one hand and my love for photography in the other.  More to come soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-6413976569027234686?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/6413976569027234686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=6413976569027234686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6413976569027234686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6413976569027234686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s official!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1205591643826088720</id><published>2008-09-20T08:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:55:20.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OH YIPPIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I DID IT!!!  My blog is updated.  Whahoo.  Some of you may think what is going on with this crazy chick.  Well...over the past few weeks I have spent a little bit of time trying to update my blog.  I would take some time to put together a post and when I would hit the "publish post" button I would loose everything.  Well, low and behold I found the posts and now they are up.  So, if you want to catch up on everything that has been going on the past few weeks in my life feel free.  I am so happy - I thought I had lost them all.  When really they were there all along.  Whahoo - again.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1205591643826088720?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1205591643826088720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1205591643826088720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1205591643826088720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1205591643826088720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-yippie.html' title='OH YIPPIE'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1466531677866401351</id><published>2008-09-20T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:29:58.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am feeling extreamly not myself these days!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am really missing my camera.  I do not know how much longer I can go with out one.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I feel lost without it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;What is a girl to do without her camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I think it's time to break down and at least go buy a decent small hand held one until I can afford to get the one I REALLY want to get.  I just do not know how much longer I can hold out.  It's been since the end of June since I lost my other one.  Oh boy......it's going to be a long day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1466531677866401351?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1466531677866401351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1466531677866401351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1466531677866401351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1466531677866401351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-feeling-extreamly-not-myself-these.html' title='I am feeling extreamly not myself these days!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-7784101779705079205</id><published>2008-09-15T19:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:49:43.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheatland Music Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8LIC3lcqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rytjtDSY3_w/s1600-h/Mike+&amp;amp;+Jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246424323746788002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8LIC3lcqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rytjtDSY3_w/s400/Mike+%26+Jackie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Okay, so first of all I am going to post my "FAVORITE" picture of the whole Weekend. Jenn &amp;amp; I took this same picture but somehow she did some photo editing on it to make it look amazing. I just "Love" it. This is a picture of Jackie &amp;amp; Mike. They are my dearest friends and most of all like my "2nd" parents. I love them to pieces. They were able to make it to the festival on Sunday. So we were able to spend a little time with them. I miss them alot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8FFlEnf-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rpgp_9i-oeM/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246417684318879714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8FFlEnf-I/AAAAAAAAAHk/rpgp_9i-oeM/s400/Wheatland+2008+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Wheatland Friends! For those of you who do not know what "Wheatland" is - it's a blue grass/folk music festival. It is such a great place to be. Jason and I look forward to it every year. We started going to wheatland 8 years ago. Our friends Jackie &amp;amp; Mike introduced us to this wonderful festival. We look forward to it every year. We attended the festival last weekend. We had so much fun. I am sure you will notice in some of the pictures I have posted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8Exe3mpsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WWxvupP2vOc/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246417339056301762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8Exe3mpsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/WWxvupP2vOc/s400/Wheatland+2008+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is a shot I took while waiting in line to get into the festival. Jenn, Kelly, Leslie, my mom and Ruth met at my house Friday morning at 8:15. We left my house and drove to Remus, MI. That is where the festival is held every year. We waited in line for 5 1/2 hours before we were able to get into the festival. We definately made the best of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8Ee_vdhSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/joqYHEKIGxE/s1600-h/Me+&amp;amp;+Les.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246417021463004450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8Ee_vdhSI/AAAAAAAAAHU/joqYHEKIGxE/s400/Me+%26+Les.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think every year this same picture is taken. The picture of Leslie &amp;amp; I in the front seat and my mom and Ruth in the back seat. "Happy Frickin Wheatland". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8EW82OKfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-HsGjrEZWik/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416883247098354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8EW82OKfI/AAAAAAAAAHM/-HsGjrEZWik/s400/Wheatland+2008+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;After waiting in line for hours the fun had only begun. Jenn captured this picture of Les and I car dancing. We were listening to a band called "Gomez". Leslie found this group when she attended the "Rothbury Festival" this summer. It's definately a great band. Thanks for introducing them to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8EEQ4KukI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aX1H483upws/s1600-h/Jamming+in+the+car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416562206456386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8EEQ4KukI/AAAAAAAAAHE/aX1H483upws/s400/Jamming+in+the+car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is our updated foot shot. In some querky way "I love this photo". I have a different one hanging on my wall from a few years ago. But, I am really liking this one. Leslie and I decided that we are going to get our own foot tattoo's. I can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8EAMp8C4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4ZnGVw8u1LU/s1600-h/of=50,590,421[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416492353555330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8EAMp8C4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/4ZnGVw8u1LU/s400/of%3D50,590,421%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In this next picture you see Paul. Poor Paul waited in line just as long as we did. If he would have only gotten out of his truck and walked to us he could have been in the festival probably four hours before us. Leslie had his ticket for him. He actually went up the night before with all the guys to save our spots in "lost world". Lost world is the camp area we camp in. So &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416381582560498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8D5wAEzPI/AAAAAAAAAG0/INp2K80dgEk/s400/Paul+In+Line.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;He was definaley a happy camper once we gave him his tickets. Now it's time to enter the festival. Wahhhoooooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8D0kWElbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-K3KtPx4WiM/s1600-h/of=50,295,442[4].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416292554249650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8D0kWElbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/-K3KtPx4WiM/s400/of%3D50,295,442%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Once we get into the festival and give everyone hugs someone decided it was time for a girl picture. In this picture you will see - Les, Jenn, Me, Kel, and Melissa. I love this picture because it truely shows that we have all been waiting in line entirely way too long. I think we were all just a little loopy on mojito's. Ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DooymfqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R9VQF5YhWp0/s1600-h/of=50,590,421[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246416087589224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DooymfqI/AAAAAAAAAGk/R9VQF5YhWp0/s400/of%3D50,590,421%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;At wheatland you will find lots and lots of jam sessions. This is one of my favorite parts of Wheatland. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DhXOykNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2Uwe8fAdCJA/s1600-h/of=50,590,442[10].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415962616533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DhXOykNI/AAAAAAAAAGc/2Uwe8fAdCJA/s400/of%3D50,590,442%5B10%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415804624819570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DYKqoVXI/AAAAAAAAAGU/jYS2Gir2quE/s400/of%3D50,316,442%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had this idea that I wanted to try making a peace sign with all my girly friends. What we ended up with was not too bad. I actually love this picture to pieces. But, next year I think I will try the peace sign a bit differently. Until then I will enjoy the one we made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DAFWsbxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bP4NyATNlJA/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415390882164498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8DAFWsbxI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bP4NyATNlJA/s400/Wheatland+2008+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I always love walking through the pines. We have to take this short walk to get to the main stage where all the big music is happening. I don't mind it at all. It's quite peaceful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8Cx1Z-jeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fiAsxHdQZpo/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246415146082799074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8Cx1Z-jeI/AAAAAAAAAF8/fiAsxHdQZpo/s400/Wheatland+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yet another one of my favorite photos from this Whealtand. It's definately a clasic photo. I will cherish this "friends" photo forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414756054980722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8CbIcGWHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/6AfSzmQJ7wQ/s400/Happy+Wheatland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I - I love this man. So glad we could spend another great wheatland together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8CPzUht9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/KWOl7tGx5Jo/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246414561407514578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8CPzUht9I/AAAAAAAAAFs/KWOl7tGx5Jo/s400/Wheatland+2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The boys were messing around with my bubba keg. Pretty cute picture though. My bubba keg is awesome. If you don't have one you should get one. This thing keeps your drink ice cold for 12 hours. They are a necessity for a festival like this one. I bought Lester one. We had too much fun with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8BskGWj2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LuSvf2ZNb30/s1600-h/Bubba+Keg+Stand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413956026109794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8BskGWj2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/LuSvf2ZNb30/s400/Bubba+Keg+Stand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8BnyrnmnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4HGQoj-WdoU/s1600-h/Wheatland+2008+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246413874041166450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8BnyrnmnI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4HGQoj-WdoU/s400/Wheatland+2008+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Until next year - HAPPY WHEATLAND EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8ApDSbbBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LaAqOOwYBlU/s1600-h/Group+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246412796167154706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8ApDSbbBI/AAAAAAAAAFM/LaAqOOwYBlU/s400/Group+Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-7784101779705079205?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/7784101779705079205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=7784101779705079205&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7784101779705079205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7784101779705079205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/09/wheatland-music-festival.html' title='Wheatland Music Festival'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SM8LIC3lcqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/rytjtDSY3_w/s72-c/Mike+%26+Jackie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-9203574670975443873</id><published>2008-09-13T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T18:35:05.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am alive!  Life has been extreamly crazy!  School started, I went back to work, we have football and cheerleading practice most nights of the week.  I know it's not an excuse for not updating however, I am so exhaused bye the end of the night that I just can't bring myself to update.  Jason is leaving for a few weeks on Monday.  Work is sending him to Maryland.  I am not sure how to take this all in.  We have not had him gone for work in a really long time.  I am actually very nervous.  Wish him safe travel and us the energy to keep it all together while he is away.  I will update more later.   I will add some great pictures from our weekend away at Wheatland Music Festival last weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-9203574670975443873?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/9203574670975443873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=9203574670975443873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/9203574670975443873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/9203574670975443873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3270852351997682481</id><published>2008-08-31T21:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T08:31:00.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where did the summer go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well, it's that time of year again. Summer is coming to an end and it's time to get the kiddos back into school mode - not to mention time for me to get back into work mode. I know we had an awesome summer but it was definately not nearly long enough. Wouldn't it be nice if the summer was just one month longer. Oh the possibilities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So over the past weekend we had lots planned again. Friday night we went over to Jason's mom's house. We met up with his family and had a suprise 80th birthday party for pops. Pops is married to Jason's grandma. He said we got him good. It was nice to see a smile on his face. The kids ran around the yard like animals. They rode bikes, kicked the soccer ball around, played a little baseball in the back yard. You know the kind where you pick tree's to be your bases. The good ol' kind of ball. It's always fun getting everyone together. Thanks for a great party Deb &amp;amp; Aunt Margie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Saturday Jason helped Jamie &amp;amp; Autumn move into their new house. I was going to help but we were not able to find a sitter. So, I stayed home and did some much needed cleaning. After he came home, I packed up my scrapbook stuff and headed to Jay's aunts house. I was able to work on 3 pages. I was very happy with what I finished. I will post pictures later - I still do not have my own camera yet so I have to borrow hubby's work camera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sunday (today) Jason woke up bright and early. Him &amp;amp; Brendan went to meet Paul. They went on a canoe trip down the river. This was Brendan's first experience down the river. I was glad that they did this today. It gave the two of them a chance to hang out together. Apparently Brendan had a wonderful time and was a perfect little boy. Pretty amazing what some one on one time will do for a young one. I on the other hand stayed home with Colby &amp;amp; Chaley. We went and did some running with my mom. Then my mom and I went back to her house and made 300 plus pudding shots for Wheatland this next weekend. Glad to have those finished and in the freezer. Tomorrow, I have to get out in the bus and get it cleaned out, gased up, pre-tripped, and ready to go for Tuesday. I also need to pick up some last minute stuff at the store for the kids. I have a few other things to do but at the moment my brain is not fully functioning. Too much to think about I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To all my my wheatland friends. I am looking forward to another adventurous weekend at the music festival. It's always so much fun. See you on Friday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I will have Jason's camera at the festival. I will be sure to take some fabulous pictures and post them. I can't wait. I have a huge suprise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3270852351997682481?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3270852351997682481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3270852351997682481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3270852351997682481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3270852351997682481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-did-summer-go.html' title='Where did the summer go!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-8556844685463685377</id><published>2008-08-20T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T13:14:21.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a short while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sorry for the short delay in the updates! Of course I have been busy with everyday life! But, I did manage to squeeze some "me" time in last weekend. Friday night I stole my sister away from home met Jenn, Aunt Margie, &amp;amp; Ana at scrapbook 101. We met there at 5pm. Of course I had not seen Jenn in two weeks so we had lots to catch up on. It took me about 3 hours before I got into my scrapbook mode. But, once I got going I didn't want to stop. We stayed ther until about mid-night. We had lots of fun, lots of laughs, and tried to get lots of work done. The only thing missing was my mother-in-law. She was also suppose to meet us there. But, she was not able too. So hopefully next time things will work out to where she can come too. It makes for some good quality family time. Anyhow, I was able to get two pages finished. I posted them so you can let me know what you think. The 1st one is of pictures of the boys with Grady. Grady is Jenn's son. He is so adorable. We all went camping for a week in July at Pioneer park. We decided to head out to Jenn's dad's house on Crystal Lake for an afternoon. The kids had a blast and so did I taking pictures. Brendan was trying to help Grady get into the boat. He was having a hard time but managed to get him in. Once he did they buckled him up in his life jacket and Grady was happy as pie. The smile on his face proves it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYvHvd9RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zhwndDhBJfs/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798770768639250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYvHvd9RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zhwndDhBJfs/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This next page is of a photo of Brendan when he was 2 months old. It's one of my favorite pictures of him when he was this little. I enlarged the photo to an 8x10. My plan was to write directly on the picture. This would be my first experience doing this and I was very nervous. But, only one mistake - can you pick it out? I thought the tree was cool because in my journaling I mention that he is one of life's greatest blessings. And well, to me a tree represents life. Strange I know, you pry all think I am a cook. Anyhow, I had fun with this one. Lots of ribbon and buttons to use the good ol' glue dots with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYmEomtMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vwJa8w8iR1E/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798615315723458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYmEomtMI/AAAAAAAAAEY/vwJa8w8iR1E/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYgBjwXtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FpH5HxNS1_0/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798511410863826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYgBjwXtI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/FpH5HxNS1_0/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYXwW-3YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UHzk6xJafJ8/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798369354931586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYXwW-3YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/UHzk6xJafJ8/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+028.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So after having a great night scrapbooking on Friday that was all I could think about on Saturday &amp;amp; Sunday. So, I begged my sister to hang out on Sunday and pull everything out with me. Of course she did and we scrapped from 6-2. I added some final touches to a few other pages, helped my sis with her pages, and then put together two of my own. The one shown above and the one below. I absolutely love this next layout of Miss Chaley. She was so dang cute when she was little. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYNRkcPCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KjFrcfhry80/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798189291191330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYNRkcPCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KjFrcfhry80/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYIW2rXnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qgUCwrl3f6s/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236798104810511986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYIW2rXnI/AAAAAAAAAD4/qgUCwrl3f6s/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I downloaded my pictures out of order. The purple page of Chaley below is one I finished at scrapbook 101. Beautiful paper and embelishments from the Euphoria line of Basic Grey. Just loved it so much I had to buy it while I was there. I added lots of glitter accents to make it sparkle just like my baby girl. She is growing too fast for me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYArwDV3I/AAAAAAAAADw/rxf3cXIlf2c/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236797972980914034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYArwDV3I/AAAAAAAAADw/rxf3cXIlf2c/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzXu3td6sI/AAAAAAAAADo/tQ1dSH8-FSw/s1600-h/Scrapbook+Pages+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236797666953652930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzXu3td6sI/AAAAAAAAADo/tQ1dSH8-FSw/s400/Scrapbook+Pages+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I also managed to get some time in with the hubby. On Saturday we went out on Luke &amp;amp; Kelly's boat. They have a slip at the Spring Lake Marina. What a beautiful place. They took us out to the famous "hanky pank". WOW is all I can say. We soaked up the sun, had a few drinks, and relaxed. It was perfect. Thank Luke &amp;amp; Kelly for a great afternoon. Afterwards we came home and spent some family time with our beautiful children. We had yet another great weekend. It's hard to believe that summer is coming to an end. I am very sad about that - but what do ya do. That is all for now! Until next time......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Peace, Love, &amp;amp; Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-8556844685463685377?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/8556844685463685377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=8556844685463685377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8556844685463685377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8556844685463685377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-short-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a short while....'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SKzYvHvd9RI/AAAAAAAAAEg/zhwndDhBJfs/s72-c/Scrapbook+Pages+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-5047094611109043433</id><published>2008-08-10T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:26:10.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Little Butterfly</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This little tiny butterfly became my new friend on the river.  We had pulled off to the side so we could all stretch and refill our drinks and I noticed the beautiful creature sitting on the canoe.  I bent down and stuck my finger out and he climed right on it.   He decided to hang with me for about the next 30 minutes.  It was so cool.  The pictures are so much fun too.  It makes me wonder if this butterfly was there to tell me something.  What do you think?  When it was time for us to venture back on the river he flew away!  Interesting huh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-v8zMGqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/hggXs8ilpmE/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094751095793986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-v8zMGqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/hggXs8ilpmE/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-v1VAhzZI/AAAAAAAAADY/0eHkLjtz2js/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094622735093138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-v1VAhzZI/AAAAAAAAADY/0eHkLjtz2js/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-vrwg1zrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4UDAL1EGwCc/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233094458319687346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-vrwg1zrI/AAAAAAAAADQ/4UDAL1EGwCc/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-5047094611109043433?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/5047094611109043433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=5047094611109043433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5047094611109043433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/5047094611109043433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiny-little-butterfly.html' title='Tiny Little Butterfly'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-v8zMGqUI/AAAAAAAAADg/hggXs8ilpmE/s72-c/Canoeing+Aug+08+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-6417047323910369163</id><published>2008-08-10T21:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:17:46.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's River Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yesterday we had a trip planned to head out on the river with some friends. We had an absolute blast. The kids were all with family memebers so that meant Jason &amp;amp; I could have some much needed R&amp;amp;R. We couldn't have asked for a better day. The sun was shinning and we were ready for some fun. We went with a large group of people. Most of whom attend Wheatland Music Festival with us. Let's see if I can name them all - bare with me I am sure I will forget some. The people that were with us that I knew were - Paul, Paula, Angie, Leslie, My Mom, Ruth, Chirs, Lindsay, &amp;amp; Brian. We met up with Brian's girlfriend from Georgia and her friend - Mary &amp;amp; Jennifer. Chirs brought his friend Chris from work and his wife. I remember a Ron, Kim, Stacy, and one other guy. They were all so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mcb9F_RI/AAAAAAAAADI/fwV-QZuFckk/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233084299498355986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mcb9F_RI/AAAAAAAAADI/fwV-QZuFckk/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I felt like Paul was our chief. I laughed because he put this all together for us. He was able to get us boats to use if we didn't have our own, he found a guy with a hauler to get us to point A so we could float to point B. He cooked us dinner afterwards and fed us breakfast in the morning. Not to mention he provided us with a beautiful piece of land to camp on for the night. So he was the head of the tribe for the day. He even thought he was really an indian while floating down the river. LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mQAG6e6I/AAAAAAAAADA/KV628LMlVP4/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233084085864922018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mQAG6e6I/AAAAAAAAADA/KV628LMlVP4/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was especially happy to get the chance to spend some time with Leslie. She is one of my true and dear friends. I feel very lucky to have her in my life. We were able to catch up on things are just relax floating down the river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mBgEog2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RhI8sDbXaWw/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233083836747252578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mBgEog2I/AAAAAAAAAC4/RhI8sDbXaWw/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I went down the river in Kayak's. This was my first time ever in one of these. They were pretty simple to manouver down the river. I did get hung up on the rocks a few times but my dear hubby was right there to bail me out. Thanks honey. I couldn't have done it with out you. I think now we might actually get ourselves a paif of kayaks I like them so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-l2s66gEI/AAAAAAAAACw/1HSguO-YTRk/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233083651217588290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-l2s66gEI/AAAAAAAAACw/1HSguO-YTRk/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This picture is just PRICELESS. You can see the leader of our pack "Paul" standing on top of his canoe keeping things in tact. Angie is talking on her cell phone - YES I did say cell phone. You know it's 2008 when you are floating down the white river and you hear a cell phone ring - you answer it and actually have a connection. Nuts! This pictures shows about half of our clan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lseiwLLI/AAAAAAAAACo/BugX2zVh2CM/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233083475559460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lseiwLLI/AAAAAAAAACo/BugX2zVh2CM/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;We had to make a pit stop on the river bank. It was definately not a spot I would have picked out. We parked our boats underneath a bunch of trees that were hanging over the bank (yes lots of spiders and snakes like to hang out there). BUT, to my dismay it was a nice little spot to hang out and chat for a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lhIEt70I/AAAAAAAAACg/grx3wBXscek/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233083280549343042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lhIEt70I/AAAAAAAAACg/grx3wBXscek/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am also glad that my mom was able to join us! My dad is out of state working again so it gave her a chance to hang out with us all and also get out and about. I don't like it when my dad is gone and she is home by herself. I worry - you know that daughter thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lVfwQFKI/AAAAAAAAACY/d_VwqUIO4q4/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233083080747521186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lVfwQFKI/AAAAAAAAACY/d_VwqUIO4q4/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Angie &amp;amp; Paula- thank you for joining us! I could tell that they were having such a great time too. I thought for sure with both of them in a boat together - it would for sure tip over. BUT, they proved me and everyone else wrong. They made it through the whole trip with out flipping. Way to go girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lB49ZvKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rJbttsxYzJ4/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082743916182690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-lB49ZvKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/rJbttsxYzJ4/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jason was able to catch up with the guys and have himself a good time as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-kwRIgLPI/AAAAAAAAACI/l_x2jd9k8UA/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082441167547634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-kwRIgLPI/AAAAAAAAACI/l_x2jd9k8UA/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-khruAXOI/AAAAAAAAACA/V6dUAZ_804Q/s1600-h/Canoeing+Aug+08+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233082190606130402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-khruAXOI/AAAAAAAAACA/V6dUAZ_804Q/s400/Canoeing+Aug+08+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;It was a great trip - I can't wait to do it again next year. I hope next time even more of our friends can join us. Some of them were not able to make it this year and I was really bummed. However, when we finally made it back to Paul's house for the night we realized Aunt Karen had made it there. She was so sweet - it was to our surprise she had built us a nice little fire to warm up too. Karen you are the best! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jason &amp;amp; I had some great down time - a little R&amp;amp;R with some wonderful friends is what our bodies needed. I can't wait to see them all again at wheatland!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-6417047323910369163?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/6417047323910369163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=6417047323910369163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6417047323910369163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/6417047323910369163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-river-time.html' title='It&apos;s River Time'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJ-mcb9F_RI/AAAAAAAAADI/fwV-QZuFckk/s72-c/Canoeing+Aug+08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-1938739342268243945</id><published>2008-08-08T09:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:26:49.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MISSING MY BROTHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;                                       This is me, my brother Eric, &amp;amp; my sister Miranda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJxXFd1KyaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZLXbKT06hHE/s1600-h/Skye"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232152618516269474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJxXFd1KyaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZLXbKT06hHE/s400/Skye%27s+Open+House+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Eric Hanging out when he came home for a short visit in June.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJxWzGk7XCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uBus-zs0cZs/s1600-h/Skye"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232152303036488738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJxWzGk7XCI/AAAAAAAAAA4/uBus-zs0cZs/s400/Skye%27s+Open+House+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I was not planning to post another blog until later in the weekend. However, I am having kind of a bad morning. I am missing my brother alot today. Eric lives in Gerogia with his wife Jamie. I wish he could live here with his family...but work takes him other places. Eric is such an amazing brother. I love him to pieces and miss him terribly. So my post today simply states that I miss my amazing brother!!   Wish we didn't have to live so far apart.  I love you Eric and I hope you are doing well.  Missing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-1938739342268243945?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/1938739342268243945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=1938739342268243945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1938739342268243945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/1938739342268243945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/missing-my-brother.html' title='MISSING MY BROTHER'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJxXFd1KyaI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZLXbKT06hHE/s72-c/Skye%27s+Open+House+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3403884497255697005</id><published>2008-08-07T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T12:48:23.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a crazy week so far!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry I have not updated at all this week.  Things have been very crazy.  I am going bonkers with out a camera.  I don't know how much longer I can take it.  Frist of all the week started off on Monday.  Football and Cheerleading practice was in full bloom.  I had all three kids to get to practice on time.  Not to mention they all three practice in different locations around the school.  I am only one person and I can only be in one spot at one time.  The kids don't seem to understand that though.  Brendan thinks that I never watch him, Colby wants to know where I am all the time, and I can't hardly leave Chaley alone yet.  Ugh...sometimes I just wish there were more or me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tuesday morning Jason got a phone call stating that his sister was in the hospital.  She was working on a machine and the break press was released and it came down on her hand and litterally crushed 3 of her fingers.  They rushed her by ambilance to Hackley.  All they were going to be able to do for her was take all three fingers off.  They made the decision to transport her to St. Mary's in Grand Rapids.  Thank goodness they did.  The doctor there performed a miracle on her.  He saved almost all of her three fingers.  She did lose the tips of them all but he saved most of them.  That was definately a blessing.  I pray she recovers well from the surgery and copes with a new chapter in her life well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Football and Cheerleading will consume much of my life for the next few months.  School starts up in three weeks.  I am excited for that.  That means back to work for me.  I am very nervous for the transition with Chaley moving into Kintergarden from PPI.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But, that is all for now.  I will update again soon.  Hopefully next time I will have me a new toy (hint hint Jason)!  I am dying inside with out my camera.  Amazing how something so small means so much to me and my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3403884497255697005?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3403884497255697005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3403884497255697005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3403884497255697005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3403884497255697005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-crazy-week-so-far.html' title='It&apos;s been a crazy week so far!!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-8223427592375680333</id><published>2008-08-01T22:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:36:36.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is she or is she not?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;                            This is my beautiful little girl ~ Miss Chaley!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJPSgPKa1iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IdXjdwKxaw/s1600-h/Kids+@+Mikes+House+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229755043575158306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJPSgPKa1iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IdXjdwKxaw/s320/Kids+%40+Mikes+House+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This evening I accomplished something I have NEVER done before in my whole life.  I picked up a book and I read it from the beginning to the very end.   HUGE accomplishment for me.  I was estatic when I finished it.   I know sounds crazy huh?!  I am suprised I even had time to read a book for a bit let alone finish it.  You are probably wondering what it was I was reading.  I went to Barnes and Nobel lastnight and picked up 'Louder than Words" by Jenny McCarthy.  What a great book.  It is about her struggles with her autistic son - and how she believe she has healed him.  It was very inspiring.  I say that because I often wonder if Chaley shows signs of autisim.  I asked our family doctor for help and he seems to think it's  waste of time and money.  He said that their is not anyone out there that could possibly give me a straight answer as to if she is or if she is not.  What kind of crap is that!  I believe Chaley has shown signs of autism in the past and possibly a little bit now.  Ultimately my hopes are that she just has some developmetal delays and she will EVENTUALY catch up.   She has made huge progress in the past year or so with her social development as well as her emotional skills.  We do still have issues from time to time.  No one wants to find out that their child is autistic.  However, if she is ALL I want to do is help her.  I have gotten alot of great information from McCarthy's book.  I plan to continue searching for answers for my baby girl.  I will put for the effort to do what ever it is that I can possible to make her life comfortable.  Weather or not she is autistic or just has a developmental speech delay - I love her with my whole heart &amp;amp; I will do whatever I have to so that I can help her.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-8223427592375680333?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/8223427592375680333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=8223427592375680333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8223427592375680333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/8223427592375680333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/08/is-she-or-is-she-not.html' title='Is she or is she not?!'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SJPSgPKa1iI/AAAAAAAAAAw/9IdXjdwKxaw/s72-c/Kids+%40+Mikes+House+035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-7267826298852578077</id><published>2008-07-29T18:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T18:48:05.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missin' My Hubby</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today has been a very hectic day.  Jason is out of town this week.  He is working in Lansing and will not be home until Friday.  Today I took six kids to vacation bible school (which they all loved).  After that crazy madness I brought them all back home for lunch and started cleaning the house.  Let me tell you - I didn't get much of anything done.  Having six kids in the house that you are taking care of ( 3 of mine &amp;amp; 3 of my girl friends) plus all the neighborhood kids running in and out it sure does take a toll on ya.  I can honestly say that I am whipped.  They were all here until about six this evening.  Then I fixed my kids dinner, bathed them, and put in a movie.  Hopefully it will be quiet for the rest of the evening.  It is not even quite 8 yet though - so we will see.  Anyhow, the reason for my post is -- due to such a hectic schedule on my end and Jason's we have not had the chance to talk much on the phone today.  I am missing him alot today.  I just would really like to give him a great big ol' hug and tell him that I love him.  Cheesy I know but it's true.  I am sure most of you have those days too just like I am.  I look forward to his return on Friday.  Maybe then we will get a chance for some much needed husband and wife time.  But for now, I leave you with a few of my favorite pictures of the two of us!!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-p3XiiQoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uIIIdjHWiKk/s1600-h/Skye"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228584461077201538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-p3XiiQoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uIIIdjHWiKk/s320/Skye%27s+Open+House+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                            Jason &amp;amp; I sharing a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-opYkUtVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KU9rQ7Jey1k/s1600-h/Spring+Break+-+Gulf+Shores+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228583121323341138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-opYkUtVI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KU9rQ7Jey1k/s320/Spring+Break+-+Gulf+Shores+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             Us hanging out on the beaches of Gulf Shores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-oVl9iu9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TSNvslx6h6w/s1600-h/Spring+Break+-+Gulf+Shores+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228582781321395154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-oVl9iu9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/TSNvslx6h6w/s320/Spring+Break+-+Gulf+Shores+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                       Us searching for sea shells to bring home to the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-7267826298852578077?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/7267826298852578077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=7267826298852578077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7267826298852578077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/7267826298852578077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/07/missin-my-hubby.html' title='Missin&apos; My Hubby'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SI-p3XiiQoI/AAAAAAAAAAc/uIIIdjHWiKk/s72-c/Skye%27s+Open+House+115.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897619223967470048.post-3146559424366651156</id><published>2008-07-16T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T10:44:00.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Timer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Okay so today is my first time blogging.  It feels a little strange but I am sure that it will become more natural as I continue to do this more and more.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I woke up this morning and told myself today is going to be a great day.  I started watching a few kids this morning.  Trying to get myself back into the routine of waking up early might be a little challenging - however it might not be a bad thing.  Me and the kids are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definately&lt;/span&gt; on our summer schedule.  We ALL sleep in until ten or ten thirty.  I can say I honestly have my kiddo's trained.  So, a little nervous about having a house full of kids again but I know it will all be okay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I will post again later.  Right now this all just seems a little too weird for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897619223967470048-3146559424366651156?l=myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/feeds/3146559424366651156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897619223967470048&amp;postID=3146559424366651156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3146559424366651156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897619223967470048/posts/default/3146559424366651156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myascrazybeautifullife.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-timer.html' title='First Timer'/><author><name>Mya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02347663020388737308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4saExHRU-Nw/SNT3lbJ01DI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Jtw-qPlhP2g/S220/314179937_1071053354_0%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
