tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29616155153988540582024-03-05T07:04:36.115-07:00Meditations on the Next PhaseMusings on my new life; After "Retirement"
My Main BlogBetty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.comBlogger259125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-31624176265020522362009-05-25T09:09:00.002-07:002009-05-25T09:10:47.687-07:00New Blog siteI can no longer update blogs on this site, so I've moved...http://bettyjf1.blogspot.com/ Not sure How to get the word out since these aren't updating. <div>Hope you all had a wonderful weekend.</div><div><br /></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-89053924661533846972009-05-25T07:36:00.003-07:002009-05-25T08:01:56.923-07:00Memorial Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEL4fWyorZ1RaSU2D-YCEeOavWIz7jIgJrkIdneIB8L8JTFR1zHYSDePFiWQRHNA4NU85-3hlj66iFfnShfk-eFTU0Q9wiHB6sZcCNEq_PTuGW8hp0kgtj81PVj0AonhjcdGX3ZKbzKU1/s1600-h/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFEL4fWyorZ1RaSU2D-YCEeOavWIz7jIgJrkIdneIB8L8JTFR1zHYSDePFiWQRHNA4NU85-3hlj66iFfnShfk-eFTU0Q9wiHB6sZcCNEq_PTuGW8hp0kgtj81PVj0AonhjcdGX3ZKbzKU1/s400/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339770808600023458" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'lucida grande';">I don't like talking politics on my blog. But I will today. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; font-family: 'lucida grande';">I was always a republican.. Except for that time in the 70's when I voted for Jerry Brown for President.. I was raised a republican pretty much. My mom was a democrat and voted for John Kennedy while my dad voted for Nixon. I liked Kennedy because he was young, handsome and had a kid about my age. Mom converted and ours became a republican household. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">When I met my husband, he was a democrat (labor democrat), but after we were married (by chance) he never voted democrat again. He's since re-registered as a republican.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">I've evolved over the years of my life. Mostly I was a moderate Republican. I'm VERY pro life as I believe life is from God and Only God can give and take life. I'm also against the Death Penalty for the same reason. Societies are judged by the way we treat our most vulnerable members. I'm thinking our Society cannot come out very well under that scrutiny.</span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I became a believer in the Unions, because I saw first hand the way companies take advantage of their employees. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I was a supporter of George Bush, twice. I'm not sure anymore how I feel about that now. I liked him and he became my hero after 9/11 and the way he led this country after the nightmare of of that day. He was no coward, throwing out the first pitch at Yankee stadium a few short weeks later. However, I'm not sure how I feel about him anymore.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I voted for Obama in the last election. And I think McCain was a true American leader when he made his concession speech. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I watch 24/7 news channels a lot. I've started watching with a new eye. FOX is NOT fair and balanced, on the other side MSNBC is too far to the left (in my humble opinion). </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">CNN--- Why did I believe all that about them being too far to the left? Of the three, they seem the most unbiased. Just saying. Their tribute to "our fallen" today is something else and got me thinking....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I re-registered this year as a Democrat. So I guess now, I'm a moderate Democrat. A little fearful these days but very hopeful. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'm writing this post today, and spilling my political guts in tribute to all the young men and woman, who've died protecting my Freedom of Speech, since the beginning of our country's story. Such promise they had, and the families who mourned them; what sacrifices they made. It's the least I can do for them.. To exercise the rights they died to preserve.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-65580046731869326312009-05-22T14:17:00.001-07:002009-05-22T14:18:33.856-07:00What's up with thisHas anyone else been having troubles with Blogger? I can't see my updated posts from my other blog! This is so not o.k.Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-5249616290383646992009-05-22T13:45:00.004-07:002009-05-22T14:04:39.882-07:00Take a Picture!!! It'll last longer!!!!<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRb68m-sQwg6hEyf7wrWz3nnBWmV0TLWwGyXfR4hJr6hBes9pyidGl-eLlghOL2_GiFyQUWD3G1OhzJtatrV45HyWLELmZuArT2to6wvFC9D_sjfDlNAykLhwggk6t9nj822oZdQcABeje/s400/005IMG_3015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338753913327089442" /><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">Today was a great day in the world of Sabby, little miss pink could hardly contain herself walking to School this morning. Last day of School, Half Day friday. She nearly skipped across the street toward her last day of school in AZ. (Hardly hunched at all when Gran, unable to contain HERself, yelled across the street.. "I LOVE YOU SABBY SMITH"). </span><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Remember the expression, "Take a Picture! It'll last longer!!" We'd say that if some one was staring at us. So I did. I Memorialized Miss Sabby Smith's last day of 1st Grade. Her last day of School in AZ. Instead of beginning 2nd grade in 105-110 degrees in early August, she will proceed to the second grade, in September, in the crisp cool air that is Lake Tahoe in September. I'm happy for Sabby today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Have a great weekend everyone. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbRECw88L3kopmhh-QU7h5WkeChsNNKU1QwdF5Tia7u4Xui5vVAD7atQgtTwSFca0U7e8siH9kdF1U5xbGN9s_-cI6-msKqlW25wxjNFtIYW8ne1nELS6vWy3rgzs8peHvVvpGwsTHuegM/s400/004IMG_3014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338753912931051234" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Making her way to the cross walk</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgal2zExHRSsLphm_4gVD87qX3mq03LtKPV9I17lVFzkbWhrIHh8hqZlg3P4fx4pjcXzgTpWSeftvksODpfcVee6kQ2FGSZEV1OYczJOyBPcrB1VpxrgG4Nk8fakzjyI5tThIvn6knDHBem/s400/006IMG_3016.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338753914472240786" /><div style="text-align: center;">Crossing the street</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBQYVAe2RbCJYsp84_Mo7uHgdn6W16M79LoadPfSDxTA_Yc368WTXGWpq8vmPb5k34SaGAM4yXuhtpOtPRIKgTMtFcfQpl_jkcezmMEMVlOgPDL2wBR3tZ2i08ybkvn349_VIrFBY_Vkw2/s400/008IMG_3018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338753918279957682" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Getting Closer</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5YSiRjzAtJ-znUHooQybaQU7NK-M9oCxpsdBHt5ZReJ9zN9K9jCqxxCX9Xttw6NTbjZKbV9vJdp7wb7ELgwe2Mj0vuPqfmKYt6gDc_MZYt66oOt3yvndH-i0QlSHIEIP70o2p2cp3N48i/s400/012IMG_3022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338753924947892386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">SUMMER'S HERE!!!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSGJWHFxaI6d5tgJ23Ti_GXF7JGk72biL6V1my_kslUPySZjyJAbMhGHur3HCx9Pwb4mqovlqwzyZcMFI0_qzB-QaygNpeo3fG_mXYBFuPsxVGjqDsrdW5X_5D_LLkS0MDotwpj4r_8_Ou/s400/013IMG_3023.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338754652578702178" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This is my view, Everyday on the way to or from School</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFmZhM0YJNKnKu3EcY44bowztCHIqOYa7fAe0DH8Er-PB4-xAWE6u1EzT-uMDP-IZ6TVeJWZ3ecDi2_LPI4VFDMKVPWZe2bU4BbdjPZTsdba64ORwR8Lu4W1Ap8SMdAnqK3GMb-6bxsla6/s400/016IMG_3026.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338754660735927170" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Gran, Now you're being silly"</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKa_czzp-PsLP-7N6J852hYpDUCgnxmVOVfuh_4uMyC_FyKmu-3gzdHNQqZgMihzZ1gQ79jG04tcoSYRQM4FxH2nkhyphenhyphenjiQmDm0h9ZZ0ATzbG40LB1DCv0tMO3Fhkp3VOyX_IsK8iTWrGmx/s400/020IMG_3030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338754660781126098" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Hugs for her Pappys</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-JuNJ3d2pkm3t1dwDV3tViZ1IvQa7TYUZLTn9EKn77PtjiSApxHb2eky_yAB006eMaQF_y_Wk8ckjuqd2eIuSTfsPZFSDUANb4Tq20wqZA1sYepA9noCsvKakkpBsjBJNe6Di36xm1-U/s1600-h/024IMG_3034.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-JuNJ3d2pkm3t1dwDV3tViZ1IvQa7TYUZLTn9EKn77PtjiSApxHb2eky_yAB006eMaQF_y_Wk8ckjuqd2eIuSTfsPZFSDUANb4Tq20wqZA1sYepA9noCsvKakkpBsjBJNe6Di36xm1-U/s400/024IMG_3034.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338754663775245314" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Pappys is reviewing her report card. Sabby is unconcerned.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-41779084650253622402009-05-20T04:56:00.002-07:002009-05-20T05:07:01.024-07:00Family Gathering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EJsfiSoUOvuw-sIGHrBGau8D6KRDpUBN-vumERs5-xVqbOsfNCRPnvg-7Eojl0SCfcQnMllc7qtj6efyuFECPZoQgKg5qg3lKbvnElhd23Km2Xhe2foTzJUx0zKjohUXNosZBHLQcK0j/s1600-h/IMG_2936.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6EJsfiSoUOvuw-sIGHrBGau8D6KRDpUBN-vumERs5-xVqbOsfNCRPnvg-7Eojl0SCfcQnMllc7qtj6efyuFECPZoQgKg5qg3lKbvnElhd23Km2Xhe2foTzJUx0zKjohUXNosZBHLQcK0j/s400/IMG_2936.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337876313729279170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9snb4x4UiVzhiJNsey92aBXxAYib1_h9wFj68pg2xYL8HfsOCLnk9A5KspAJ5KtFdGCZGGboofbZo1IvREHeDF-av1Mqm4ZX4haoX7Nj6tRl2_R4BtuTAKVPjgV1LrAk-9YzNfJMHWnE/s1600-h/IMG_2912.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9snb4x4UiVzhiJNsey92aBXxAYib1_h9wFj68pg2xYL8HfsOCLnk9A5KspAJ5KtFdGCZGGboofbZo1IvREHeDF-av1Mqm4ZX4haoX7Nj6tRl2_R4BtuTAKVPjgV1LrAk-9YzNfJMHWnE/s400/IMG_2912.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337876309336518130" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5rpxg9Bui39YDuNI9myrRF6fkH-veBO7TK0PbYKQVKblsS9YtFUpmErhFPQjqhMTrDi7U9mImMgWLNMpXJ1uC5EgbYGiBikyhuIssYV0_lfvXd9IPulnoZ675rcOE2YJIDH99xzjrRV_/s1600-h/IMG_2927.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY5rpxg9Bui39YDuNI9myrRF6fkH-veBO7TK0PbYKQVKblsS9YtFUpmErhFPQjqhMTrDi7U9mImMgWLNMpXJ1uC5EgbYGiBikyhuIssYV0_lfvXd9IPulnoZ675rcOE2YJIDH99xzjrRV_/s400/IMG_2927.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337876305507499810" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Not too long ago.. last week, I went to a going away party for Katie's boyfriend Adam. His family had a big gathering to say good bye. I just love his family. They are all so nice and welcoming to Katie and Sabby. They're very funny too. Since I don't have anyone's permission, I can only post pics of Kathie (my sister, Katie, & Sabby) here. Kathie was my date that night since Paul had a meeting he had to go to.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-1933155140315904872009-05-19T18:11:00.003-07:002009-05-20T04:49:43.966-07:00A Beautiful Couple 2<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';">I had a lot of fun last week, with a young couple who were recently engaged. This young Marine and his fiance' were a bit shy and it was pleasure to help with Engagement and Wedding Photos for them. All my best Steven and Jalena!!! Thanks for your service Steven. I took over 300, deleted about 100 for various reasons and played enough that the remaining 200 became many many more than that.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-dtp6PMZZoW9qciU5ayqVsbeMZA1Vu6fGy17Ok2tkFTsGU0t9ZYZpWADmnc7wHjE32r74L6ewcOF73w9n__HSSn_zaOxhl1Fbm4Q0uZ99S01-cVMr-tZ4FeK0i6LWoYjB4CZHaaKJTpEW/s1600-h/IMG_2876.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggv564QHaQmO7H1IKKtGLPJgE0vzZwjJFpt_6fu6aD4fiLuhblxqYTq0k-ZnFIvEnHZe1MkgA1JQ5F-HydAQuZNMQ6pWV0yXEtiesMAmeTooTXXwvCj5Ay8MhxWOTK3jOJLYf7bMgtmalO/s400/IMG_2816abw.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712525943081986" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdd1FPC1dGTF4Sw4z2DEq2M49AJAKE8FRaaKZ0CQeZSXBciLPl7_55-BfR0XmdoAfhuzqv8F4vR2pqUGCVI09XxeE4p2jKUMqbvUr42gGlZ5CtyRTqD3POeanxM0MuOiLnXvrTZsLgsq9j/s400/IMG_2812aa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337712525377803122" /><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4nDFg4f4f-M8tjPZW8qGhxni7FrdiczbnAe_KefShHk4h9suJKv7DzQ5V4S5QNX1TFuIQCpcP0QoOKu5Rn1M7Q6g3QY_dFB6ZE-cCRmiRJ4IkQ9On9xa4b3JqGb_7PzLrQqGS3vOQXJX/s400/IMG_2630+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337710077987885714" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6T2PU9wAQ2MhG1794HaKHf64RPYR3qB5Jz7Qmc-VlVWDcnaDM4deoYMskMXEn9cQTQ9WPV8xxlQCf-0DUrvBcO0hdPy4yo0CaaSry5FLr7S065Gy819oe7aGWnP53LnS5eFMliAgW99v/s1600-h/IMG_2686bwavin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG6T2PU9wAQ2MhG1794HaKHf64RPYR3qB5Jz7Qmc-VlVWDcnaDM4deoYMskMXEn9cQTQ9WPV8xxlQCf-0DUrvBcO0hdPy4yo0CaaSry5FLr7S065Gy819oe7aGWnP53LnS5eFMliAgW99v/s400/IMG_2686bwavin.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337710085346696018" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtt4oHlh-ZEKKKAwm_MxxtkV8DofucWwzeRKUsNyqvMzSFQbL0y6ap753Yd9Oe9QNYCTyXyaDBOa9_PrdEp777wVe3UyPAZo2ic7z_9vi7NmJvT9ADOr24LO44kgmF87GgFJPZvz4yjb9/s1600-h/IMG_2655abwsep.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQtt4oHlh-ZEKKKAwm_MxxtkV8DofucWwzeRKUsNyqvMzSFQbL0y6ap753Yd9Oe9QNYCTyXyaDBOa9_PrdEp777wVe3UyPAZo2ic7z_9vi7NmJvT9ADOr24LO44kgmF87GgFJPZvz4yjb9/s400/IMG_2655abwsep.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337710073041888530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Not REALLY liking being up that tree but excellent sports</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGZE93VvMuf4YbAfEzi1AaSm11Lft8gNK8yKQ8PKqJU81LckO9_BAGiLJCPa-W-taoU_t-ST2f3QdeTNjaqrf4hMLlfaWmREibbKPf717ZqNNzSGd1Wyuuy8Hrwa-AAIgHpR20PluX_kX/s1600-h/IMG_2601bwa.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVGZE93VvMuf4YbAfEzi1AaSm11Lft8gNK8yKQ8PKqJU81LckO9_BAGiLJCPa-W-taoU_t-ST2f3QdeTNjaqrf4hMLlfaWmREibbKPf717ZqNNzSGd1Wyuuy8Hrwa-AAIgHpR20PluX_kX/s400/IMG_2601bwa.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337710064257401970" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They were a wonderful young couple, in love, happy, nervous about his next years as he serves in the Marine Corps. Reminds me of the years of my youth. Different war, different days, but the future was ours and while our choices didn't always seem like our own then, I remember them as good days. Jalena and Steven, I hope you have a good and happy future, lasting well into the next 4-5 decades.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><div><br /></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-81710691610029434552009-05-18T06:18:00.004-07:002009-05-18T07:03:47.123-07:00Some times you JUST CAN'T Win for Loosing... Like NOW<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5QNdu_pUedG681gofaOciLoVwaNbTtgTbCl5eIf83-yhaLnpP-bmLCic3_xUDYbiCaqLwTzF4xY92T-xDv2nqxqYmGRAaaOFqByEevhnwKjAP9L4YMTM9wRpjdp6BL8tRWAEWlShwC1M/s1600-h/IMG_6919.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI5QNdu_pUedG681gofaOciLoVwaNbTtgTbCl5eIf83-yhaLnpP-bmLCic3_xUDYbiCaqLwTzF4xY92T-xDv2nqxqYmGRAaaOFqByEevhnwKjAP9L4YMTM9wRpjdp6BL8tRWAEWlShwC1M/s400/IMG_6919.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337153862509501586" /></a>This week we were trying to get new tires for Paul's Big Truck. $400.00... I scraped that up using some wedding money etc. The tires were 479.00 and Paul spent 80.00 at Walmart.. So, we put off the tires.. That gave us a couple of extra dollars until the end of the month... So I'll put the rest of the wedding money into the business account?<div> NOT.. Saturday Morning Ricky called... In his driveway.. IN HIS DRIVEWAY... Some one had stolen two tires COMPLETE with the rims.. right off his car. Paul, who'd been planning on spending his day off at the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Phoenix gun show </span>Yes, the Phoenix Gun Show.. at our brand new convention center in Phoenix, left and spent the entire day trying to find used rims to put the new tires, we now have to buy (yeah, I see the irony) for Ricky's neon.. The neon is in both Ricky and Paul's name.. And Ricky had just given us his car payment in cash.. Which of course still has to be paid today... So, since Ricky is scraping together the money to move back to CA.. He's broke.. We have to use the car payment money to get his tires replaced.. Yeah we have insurance.. Our comp has a $500.00 deductable.. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"> I've told Paul for YEARS that we cannot come up with $500.00 out of our butts anymore.. I'm not working. But he handles the insurance stuff...</span> I digress.</div><div> Paul spent the very hot May day, going through junk yards in Phoenix, Avondale and Buckeye looking for <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">used </span>rims..<div>Needless to say, our couple of extra dollars; this pay period turned into, hm... I need to get the deposit I have ACTUALLY INTO the bank today.. Early.. </div><div>Paul and Ricky decided to go ahead and go on their planned trip to Sedona today. Their only day off together before Ricky moves home to CA.. UNTIL.</div><div>Until Paul noticed this morning, that the air temperature in the main part of the house, Yes, the part that our larger AC unit (we have two) cools, wasn't reading correctly.. And so it is, that on a week we have NO extra dollars in our piggy bank; Our A.C. is not working.. Warranty be damned, there WILL be a house call and WHATEVER the problem is, I'm pretty sure it won't be covered..</div><div>That's o.k. really because the AC servicing folks said they couldn't get out here until the 26th.. Today the temp today is suppose to be 107.. When Paul told the nice man on the phone that his wife has M.S. and heat is one of the worst things for it, he said he'd try to speed things up.. So maybe on the 23rd?????</div><div>I'm working on getting all those chemicals I bought trying to get rid of the unexpected algae problem in the pool, yesterday (though we were low on funds) to actually work today, finding an umbrella and sitting in the pool, under the umbrella... Of course there was lightening and rain last night.. This week I probably should NOT risk it; not this week.</div><div>On a future post, I most likely will rant, rave and curse at the audacity of worthless, YES WORTHLESS, punks who think it's fine and dandy to go ahead and TAKE from someone else what they want. Thus, putting that kid, who plays by the rules, over the edge, financially.. Him or his parents.. But I'll save that for another day.</div><div>Thanks for taking the time and energy to read my blog today.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">P.S. Thought I'd catch you all up.... I just double checked my bank balance and see that an UNauthorized debit to my account has been made by Panda-- internet security. for renewal charges, I didn't ask for, authorize or want.. I'm not going to ask if this day can get any worse. It's only 7:00 am.. and it just might.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-51052545542663408292009-05-17T09:40:00.003-07:002009-05-17T10:51:04.212-07:00Family Web PageBecause I don't waste enough time in front of a computer everyday, I've started a family web page. One of the items I post every month is a slide show of the previous month in pictures. I just finished Aprils.. It's not too long so if you want, watch and Enjoy. About 2.5 minutes<div>Going out to clean the pool!!!</div><div>Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</div><div><br /></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dximfOjylUCXCgKEgC1ryjka-e-xpl3n15-gMn8w2Nc__ydZ-s2NAIZI3FV41AMq2CnbhuKho4apEH2IPHq2A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-91506185792415442042009-05-16T10:17:00.003-07:002009-05-16T10:26:04.742-07:00Saturday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I've been a little busy trying to edit some engagement photos I took earlier this week, visiting with Katie's boyfriend's family and getting to know all these great people a little better, and visiting with Julee and some other co-workers from my last job. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">So it's been a great, busy week. This morning I've finished editing all the photos from the last few crazy days. Hope you're all having a great weekend. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Here's of the CLEAN pantry!!!! YAY!!!!</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUMoLufrVay3zyEary9XBFa7-XFSQO6hipkoCI6ePzdRZBGy2gqPKeMcMwrtUuHQg9mSu-fQ8C8CzhwF5ncu1BgeFFee5XgdaeeBIiSHy_tDAewKRuNWAuxFf-ikeEr62OkwRSeFcfbz7/s1600-h/IMG_2907b.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSUMoLufrVay3zyEary9XBFa7-XFSQO6hipkoCI6ePzdRZBGy2gqPKeMcMwrtUuHQg9mSu-fQ8C8CzhwF5ncu1BgeFFee5XgdaeeBIiSHy_tDAewKRuNWAuxFf-ikeEr62OkwRSeFcfbz7/s400/IMG_2907b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336473635129711442" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-25889582464456776902009-05-13T07:16:00.006-07:002009-05-13T07:50:59.404-07:00How does the Pantry become such a place of Memories?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwKp56yctQrEbyMZpZ-HIOMzEt8b1Blc04RPFo6cYs3SjK75ZhywPCiEjWvtJUSVBEXkhADeauFOxq0AwUX5kD8Np9amDS0_DSzXyFm8LeOx761246GceLpsKPdrpxDa7XAwOYriWM5Gl/s1600-h/Jul10_05.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcwKp56yctQrEbyMZpZ-HIOMzEt8b1Blc04RPFo6cYs3SjK75ZhywPCiEjWvtJUSVBEXkhADeauFOxq0AwUX5kD8Np9amDS0_DSzXyFm8LeOx761246GceLpsKPdrpxDa7XAwOYriWM5Gl/s400/Jul10_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335318955206299426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The fabulous 4</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Eleven years ago, when my Mom was in the hospital dying, days after burying her husband, before she went into a coma or constant unconscious phase, she sat in her bed with most of her children standing or sitting around her. One irreverent son (RICHARD) said o.k. mom, now tell us... who's your favorite?? I hear she smiled looked around the room and said "I have no favorites, you're all my favorites". I missed that particular moment but seem to have that memory now as though I had been in the room. Like my mom, I have no favorites, and they're all my favorites. Katie has many many times accused me of being a different person when "my other kids are in town".. I've told her that's because they're visiting....</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">To my point...<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All these weeks of knowing Katie was moving, I've been pretty much o.k., From a desire to steal my grand daughter and go into hiding with my sister Kathie, to meeting and feeling "O.K." about him, to liking him more and really liking his family and developing a bit of trust and hope that Katie has found the "right guy" I changed my conversation from NO WAY!! to more thoughtful silence and then to ... "I want her to know she can come home" to Katie, the first year will be hard - Men can become critical ONCE you're together to .. Yeah honey, he's great BUT protecting Sabby is everything... To it won't be so bad to be away from everyone honey. I think maybe my own mother guided me through these last few months.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> Yesterday, I think it was the pantry or more likely the old container I pulled out to store Sabby's raisin boxes in a more convenient spot for her, that did it, I sat down and cried, and was still crying an hour later in the shower and 30 minutes after that when Katie came home and caught me. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm tearing up as I write this! Katie is moving in a few weeks, her two rooms here are all but packed up. Friday most of her stuff goes up to Tahoe 1,000 miles away, with Adam, the rest to go up with Katie and Sabby the middle of June. I will miss Katie so much and want to thank her, for everything, for being my child of hope who grew up to never give up hope in her life. Who could get that wheelchair out of the car, load me into it and get us to the public restroom at the gas station faster than anyone alive!!! I'm proud of you and who you are Katie.. Just be CAREFUL.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Ricky's moving back the last weekend of May to California, my child of honesty and argument since he learned to talk. I love you Vegas Baby.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> I am finding myself alone again, with my best friend, but we're alone, with no need for a special container of raisins within Sabby's reach, so far from the people that have given our life it's joy and hope and laughter. I am trying to think up ways to ensure Paul and I stay in-love and happy and me sane.. together. Paul loves AZ - has NO desire to back to CA. I finally realize that my kids won't all eventually live here with us and need to find other ways to be who I am in Buckeye, AZ. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Right now, I need to dry my damn eyes.. I'm REALLY a very unattractive crier!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And get ready to walk Sabby to school!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Later I'm going to Mesa to take pictures of a young couple just engaged. That will be fun.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thanks for taking the time to read my self pitying blog today.</span></div><div><br /></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-76781507880536080962009-05-13T04:35:00.000-07:002009-05-13T04:36:25.226-07:00Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-18881642332582601912009-05-12T09:57:00.003-07:002009-05-12T10:05:03.371-07:00The Art of Avoidance<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'm avoiding the job, today, of cleaning, and organizing my pantry. We moved in nearly 3 years ago and Makayla, Sabrina and Madi all "organized" Gran's pantry.. I could never tell those precious babies I needed to re-do it so it stayed that way, cans mixed with boxes, mixed with jars and bowls and small appliances.. It's an awful mess. I mean to do it today, but so far I've been pretty good at NOT doing it.. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I'm sitting at my computer, making sure there is not ONE MORE thing I need to do for any of my photo jobs or lack of them.. So I decided to blog a bit before heading out to the kitchen.. Earlier I thought I'd even make time to make the new curtains in the color green I like, brighten things up a bit.. Yeah, Who am I kidding? No one that knows me; that's for sure.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"> I'm not feeling particularly enlightened though so I can think of NOTHING brilliant to say. So I guess I'll head out to that kitchen... I'll probably find stuff I forgot I had....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">I hope you're all well and happy. Thanks for taking the time to read my "blog" today.<br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-16781790976450690292009-05-11T16:37:00.004-07:002009-05-11T16:48:53.616-07:00Lasagna at Aunt Kathie's<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtJIUDOHwo0jyPueKlEhdhWQR-5L2ShhI96jqfraeKLKQEMx_UNkivaTSrfsk-Qr288HDNWCyd4DJlA2VAZBZD5aw0i4RUFWVhzZBEirwOHCAFCjrftK2oCOWyKb64AFUNyhLyWb2fwEe-/s400/IMG_2500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334716736965709986" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">On Saturday, we went to Aunt Kathie's house. She'd invited everyone over to meet Adam again (Katie's boyfriend). He was able to attend but we went anyway. Julie and Emilee met us over there but didn't stay long. Emilee was very tired. Hopefully Julee, you've gotten some rest since then. They're on the way to Disneyland today for a 2 days stay. We're going to try again on Friday. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Kathie always puts on a good spread.. complete with appetizers! This dinner was Lasagna, a favorite of mine. Afterward we enjoyed a board game. We're going to try and do this more often. Sabby enjoyed climbing their Orange Tree.. And of course... I got some pictures of the day. Hope you all had a great weekend. Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVqXBZWkUon8DLCzUx7uoEaZ9NZWBzONgRXR-ihBU2j7P-Z6fyFaLPMhhLjLbwncv_tqS5obInEUMG4pqXFB2j7Dxcg4_LQkPLTvt8MOBWbwi4yVfmgW0I4n4j4W0IhJ0hpIPfREYHk44M/s400/IMG_2533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334716763533976594" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinsnWXebuVA4zXa_61oQqQgRJ4DfhEwRT9iyM_7-3GBfw16QXJ9G55nN9lQ8PeDfp5iSj2ZBu1_d17l0wCy21V6G_Nvw2Fpiyl2v3uMTWSgxrPhZEGrli-sOYqh28ldZW2PDWtq83O26a1/s400/IMG_2516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334716756413624866" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETzNbwkj3j9Wc66pf9q_uKqAX1wqo9MDwxkT9ZRCe0S9hr9pZxacY5IiJFk-0TTDT3-8QZz-T_J23TNYrdJz96ANOsZCzd5HmTXrcn_A0_WVXAyJBgYarZavv3txt60_uwKNPkZCntukT/s400/IMG_2515.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334716751285060930" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfeijmYXzwL_bFNxbLXsdVltW9IZvuOM0lE23e9SVsz5CphEZQj1ASBPfnIJTxfH7UPPRyGajwPwxsNyFlcTFEYJn9p31S4ehzDnQOdEynOC45MWeY5b8n0iVT-W9apbBe4ua5-H3Q_X5/s400/IMG_2505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334716747194891314" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqJsYu1PtB8v-ZnT7C19E80a0UtLCDIuZ7e5VDSIW6mABG4UC-Oga7FPpCLcvRn1OX5SbHW6hUeQnyFvlgNxADumz9Wqduln_tORvBF3hVlIgGVfWcqJZS-1aGs5YqYmnjnKqAKcGD5dU/s1600-h/IMG_2551.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixqJsYu1PtB8v-ZnT7C19E80a0UtLCDIuZ7e5VDSIW6mABG4UC-Oga7FPpCLcvRn1OX5SbHW6hUeQnyFvlgNxADumz9Wqduln_tORvBF3hVlIgGVfWcqJZS-1aGs5YqYmnjnKqAKcGD5dU/s400/IMG_2551.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334717122277527010" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-52948801965272715002009-05-07T16:10:00.003-07:002009-05-07T16:24:15.903-07:00Julee's Coming!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbte1v7YEd_-t9TfQRUC8xSb9GelRG5sT4T1dr9nnMI4OD1USdK402krEye4AadCmtGUibtetKlHnUCLJb43ZaM4XCFAN1I-ueoVgKjZMmT-EeWTeDAMfCdVma3DCvTCHtKKByAv0xAG-/s1600-h/IMG_1577.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbte1v7YEd_-t9TfQRUC8xSb9GelRG5sT4T1dr9nnMI4OD1USdK402krEye4AadCmtGUibtetKlHnUCLJb43ZaM4XCFAN1I-ueoVgKjZMmT-EeWTeDAMfCdVma3DCvTCHtKKByAv0xAG-/s400/IMG_1577.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333223683412445842" /></a>Julee is coming to town next week. I've been very excited and hoping to get a night with her. While most of her family is in WI, all of her immediate family is in the Phoenix Valley, along with a lot of friends. I know I'll see her a few days and next Saturday we're shooting a wedding together. Julee kept me 'going' when Katie and Sabby moved away for a while a couple of years ago. I've told her she needs to move back so she can "save me" again with Katie and Sabby moving away next month. Not a chance... timing is off anyway.. It's now beautiful in Green Bay and 100+ here.... Darn.<div><br /><div>I'll be posting a lot of photos of Julee and Emilee over the next week. I remember a Cinco de Mayo a couple of years ago at work. Had a great time. It was a good time at work in those days. I miss them.</div><div>I've had the flu for the last two days, an exploding head, fever and because I was in bed, muscle spasms that felt like someone was ripping my legs apart from the inside. Two days in bed and a couple of muscle relaxers have really helped and right now, I'm feeling about 85 % so I'm ready for you Julee.</div><div>If I'm not back before then, I hope you all have a wonderful Mother's Day. </div><div>Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-16370002045498910662009-05-04T18:18:00.004-07:002009-05-04T19:41:54.238-07:00The Last Couple of Weeks<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrpZG9wUxgmTukABlXOvHlfLLA1KmrvDd3yp2T1eNqbhqmPXMTUqhApgcWv6o1_6i2MkpnXx0cHDj44sXlAOWTqG3FeSiW_lqNVdjcfnzP5XRvc6Ya-7GUJVUqRU_fiYkN3pP0NZYL0e_/s1600-h/IMG_2464.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJrpZG9wUxgmTukABlXOvHlfLLA1KmrvDd3yp2T1eNqbhqmPXMTUqhApgcWv6o1_6i2MkpnXx0cHDj44sXlAOWTqG3FeSiW_lqNVdjcfnzP5XRvc6Ya-7GUJVUqRU_fiYkN3pP0NZYL0e_/s400/IMG_2464.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162628459273954" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCv7Q_jmBBmB19qTP8-Wl8LIpGT4Q_kB9dG82hATxmENjkeABCBhkl-bUGqiFzr6CW0mnWD5P0RtqUu3Lnj9Bur2-BxnoztA40WxxpWlmfi61Q01-BBUep2KIwLjEuxcckD5XWsGWKzIY/s1600-h/IMG_2443web.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzCv7Q_jmBBmB19qTP8-Wl8LIpGT4Q_kB9dG82hATxmENjkeABCBhkl-bUGqiFzr6CW0mnWD5P0RtqUu3Lnj9Bur2-BxnoztA40WxxpWlmfi61Q01-BBUep2KIwLjEuxcckD5XWsGWKzIY/s400/IMG_2443web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162020022958994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've blurred out faces of some of the kids</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCErThybA35iE5ZRCOEtI10Rn2AhiVm3PGXn4WpR04pzmR3IBtBNm5dKBFmeT9EFq9LqxSHOsR-jOw4UscMRzNddLprqTzWWAbZAo2CxD-7RmYcFxjQVDJ-bBuB7pVuXtuzLfJbTtthon/s1600-h/IMG_2389.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzCErThybA35iE5ZRCOEtI10Rn2AhiVm3PGXn4WpR04pzmR3IBtBNm5dKBFmeT9EFq9LqxSHOsR-jOw4UscMRzNddLprqTzWWAbZAo2CxD-7RmYcFxjQVDJ-bBuB7pVuXtuzLfJbTtthon/s400/IMG_2389.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162018830025554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2IsUJgo7vRK10yH386PGNp30YjC6_qC5vAY5xxvG40U6D1GlxD-r1stnZKaUMnxvqn_9rM02JFSLcXC8bq3B9qNpL2SPfM7LwznY8Ai57jWK48LZviSq-EiE3nFgaNqil6-QZuZTJt4-/s1600-h/IMG_2194.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2IsUJgo7vRK10yH386PGNp30YjC6_qC5vAY5xxvG40U6D1GlxD-r1stnZKaUMnxvqn_9rM02JFSLcXC8bq3B9qNpL2SPfM7LwznY8Ai57jWK48LZviSq-EiE3nFgaNqil6-QZuZTJt4-/s400/IMG_2194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162013963772594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">My perfect 6</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ6-NivGN_r6kbIyoNroEXfnL2EoSb31-zjQwJxD7jUYqeN-fS2dVAul3qUz-xivydOxAExdvzDlW8fePgzxUy93LbPSfnqHfV1fhaR7OMhVrg8MWLq9L6qXi0t-gwjryjiU1iYtZuAr1/s1600-h/IMG_2178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglJ6-NivGN_r6kbIyoNroEXfnL2EoSb31-zjQwJxD7jUYqeN-fS2dVAul3qUz-xivydOxAExdvzDlW8fePgzxUy93LbPSfnqHfV1fhaR7OMhVrg8MWLq9L6qXi0t-gwjryjiU1iYtZuAr1/s400/IMG_2178.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162012577537026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNuB43Xm2Sj0lWeezZsH_HErv5OYn7ZCHQcwPHhFnq66HsNxEqGaZwMjsO8Ih4da7kthMtLQExDd4w0vqL7bOM20VxS3fkmUFrKMiouMzJ_3ZAJpu4inf605hQ_vAK7ZKCbluRjGrQ4Ev/s1600-h/IMG_2177.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKNuB43Xm2Sj0lWeezZsH_HErv5OYn7ZCHQcwPHhFnq66HsNxEqGaZwMjsO8Ih4da7kthMtLQExDd4w0vqL7bOM20VxS3fkmUFrKMiouMzJ_3ZAJpu4inf605hQ_vAK7ZKCbluRjGrQ4Ev/s400/IMG_2177.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332162003551818146" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">It's been pretty crazy around here - sort of- I'm posting pictures of Sabby's 7th birthday party two weeks ago. She turned 7, little Sabby did and had a great birthday party complete with a Jumper. Katie gave the party ---- we showed up.... Well Paul cooked the bbq - which was delicious. Sabby you're growing so fast and so beautifully. I'll miss your wisdom on our walks to school every day.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This weekend Rob and Carla came out to Phoenix again, this time to paint and do any fix up necessary on their rental in Avondale, just outside of Phoenix. Paul stopped by to get the key Friday and was shocked. He was there 30 seconds and didn't touch anything. He wouldn't come in the house with the same shoes he'd worn in the house. The house wasn't dirty it was unlivable. The house was new when they bought it six years ago as a long term investment. The owners had cats who didn't know about litter boxes and the house was filled with what should have gone into a litter box. That's only ONE thing they saw. Outside on in the front if the garage door was open, the smell from the house was overpowering. How people WITH CHILDREN can live like that and do some much damage to someones house is beyond me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">They couldn't do anything Saturday except pull weeds in the front so the neighbors don't have to look at them. They're mulling over their options now and as usual for them, are keeping a positive attitude going. They aren't wealthy landowners, they don't have an extra $30,000 sitting around doing nothing, to make the place livable again. They made an investment for the long haul. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On the bright side, since they came home earlier than expected, we had some family time.. Carla's sister has done "flip work" on a house before and she came out to help, so I got to know her even better this weekend. I'd been the designated baby sitter for Conner and Madi.. THANK Goodness the kids didn't go over there. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">On a different level, I can't get over how people have such a sense of entitlement that they would destroy someones house and leave trash and old furniture AND mold for someone else to clean up. That some people can live in such filth AND have children living there too is beyond me. The laundry couldn't have worked.. The pictures showed that that is where the cats did a lot of their business, as well as the tops of kitchen cabinets. AND they weren't nice people apparently either. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Please keep Rob & Carla in your thoughts as they meet this "unnecessary" challenge.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-73154797107585589282009-04-30T13:37:00.003-07:002009-04-30T13:45:11.798-07:00Buried in Photo editing!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xo8968Qd7llzcAUmJc7jd7ZfZjySkIcWH6F2y0r9OhZfIlQcwu7vBxf5lKxqrX4tmgauQ_UPLseTNOCurK06G9-g9CQFEah1EWD5JtQpH6srPspOBOEldQBH2bLnlMejW6HsgTWr0R2Y/s1600-h/IMG_0733.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6xo8968Qd7llzcAUmJc7jd7ZfZjySkIcWH6F2y0r9OhZfIlQcwu7vBxf5lKxqrX4tmgauQ_UPLseTNOCurK06G9-g9CQFEah1EWD5JtQpH6srPspOBOEldQBH2bLnlMejW6HsgTWr0R2Y/s400/IMG_0733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330587649436672882" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DpsbgIA-01hptUCO71A5MklbkQJNRB-HK1IsVmljzsZVFfAIEenAnGS64bqsay3awOfPSYKdIk9BaSTBQy2XrkK2scNZAJGM5qV_M43CAmbwvZ9UJaQU-Dw0GjD9CJhtbdHYlSK7W0L-/s1600-h/IMG_0766.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2DpsbgIA-01hptUCO71A5MklbkQJNRB-HK1IsVmljzsZVFfAIEenAnGS64bqsay3awOfPSYKdIk9BaSTBQy2XrkK2scNZAJGM5qV_M43CAmbwvZ9UJaQU-Dw0GjD9CJhtbdHYlSK7W0L-/s400/IMG_0766.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330587644498349058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stood in the fountain to get this one!</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Hope everyone is doing well. I've been buried beneath a 1000 photos from Saturday. Which to use? Which to delete? Which to Photo Shop? The wedding was beautiful. Haven't downloaded Sabby's birthday Party yet. It's taking me longer to do things this week. Including visiting my blog friends.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';">Katie is definitely moving to Lake Tahoe. I want her to be happy so I'm working with it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">I posted a quick wedding photo. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-69113674322391638092009-04-20T18:30:00.004-07:002009-04-20T18:40:38.825-07:00Fun with the Grand Kids<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1GmI2yKCCVB7EjgWR559FOOpTtHxIYYtYksplqnn8ArDCs8-EGxrHYnOrN1batTFBDzUPU9BkmL74vxCDVUH18HoHNakoDl-QLK4s0G25X_nxZRwa0K4lhkI40wTtrcJOVoszeFBkLYW6/s400/IMG_0475a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952417024712418" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The last few days have been busy and fun with extra grand kids visiting. Sabby turns 7 next week and her birthday party is Sunday. Saturday Carla and I are doing the photography at a wedding. We're really excited about that. So I'm resting up for all the excitement coming.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Meanwhile, I'm posting a few pictures.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROInhGO5beHB4D1nHd2SZ8cYfh_uAF4RplWfMnakc0jEjNm94m-zs1_Uq35NRbNKSx9YK2LrrQhwkGDTwCxjaTBA3aytaUx0I2ZLS7ajXz1FyUnftdOXFspaSLGYs8pECzEqowpiNypg2/s1600-h/IMG_0616+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiROInhGO5beHB4D1nHd2SZ8cYfh_uAF4RplWfMnakc0jEjNm94m-zs1_Uq35NRbNKSx9YK2LrrQhwkGDTwCxjaTBA3aytaUx0I2ZLS7ajXz1FyUnftdOXFspaSLGYs8pECzEqowpiNypg2/s400/IMG_0616+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952945710338514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PwQkX9vdQlvh4P83S-7jt8eKxylnwgcjDDvo8JWCbcIoZ2j60M9goV-OqpZ7qshoFLvW6h-7WCcJRG6yuiQ00i6f01XOQ_uYq9XWhy9zBuzr-zb8XSHBNlqLKJBMmlNfnvSA1wweICE9/s1600-h/IMG_0557.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-PwQkX9vdQlvh4P83S-7jt8eKxylnwgcjDDvo8JWCbcIoZ2j60M9goV-OqpZ7qshoFLvW6h-7WCcJRG6yuiQ00i6f01XOQ_uYq9XWhy9zBuzr-zb8XSHBNlqLKJBMmlNfnvSA1wweICE9/s400/IMG_0557.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952947843900178" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYNbywJhaRZ1HipwrQOSRO1i8LvoaIO9JOgJ0XFnKYtVo8yspQkYM3ShFlMxWO8YJOrTNYlnCCUmkZcKIsCJVvHKamBO3hwpNw19uxyjoi5TiDToxqb1AYeWT0tIBrgoPexjtLWhDcoly/s1600-h/IMG_0516.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtYNbywJhaRZ1HipwrQOSRO1i8LvoaIO9JOgJ0XFnKYtVo8yspQkYM3ShFlMxWO8YJOrTNYlnCCUmkZcKIsCJVvHKamBO3hwpNw19uxyjoi5TiDToxqb1AYeWT0tIBrgoPexjtLWhDcoly/s400/IMG_0516.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952945264546450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqQD2KDGFTxlksJVnVezsCSh6RIRf3mJeQIIRe5gBrjeG8XYYXVM4JC3oMpV5VdSRpKox6CsXxLaoaJjUpYIF9-BCF_h4v1vqwFLo1uUxXz4VBs-65boCShmBKwkcDOyRbfnQpM8Vx2f5/s1600-h/IMG_0505+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqqQD2KDGFTxlksJVnVezsCSh6RIRf3mJeQIIRe5gBrjeG8XYYXVM4JC3oMpV5VdSRpKox6CsXxLaoaJjUpYIF9-BCF_h4v1vqwFLo1uUxXz4VBs-65boCShmBKwkcDOyRbfnQpM8Vx2f5/s400/IMG_0505+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952936858454594" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbNpHBkqQYyMaMzRmWiDt7zlkME6Gs3gfqNQF2nyyxbBMCFoBUwUCESah14Dizcmze7I2v5NdZVKKF3caHVUve30PQG0grFp_bBiSF5AtASqeTejYsO1BGZaO1DYL_3FQEZ2EIbZCHEo9/s1600-h/IMG_0501+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNbNpHBkqQYyMaMzRmWiDt7zlkME6Gs3gfqNQF2nyyxbBMCFoBUwUCESah14Dizcmze7I2v5NdZVKKF3caHVUve30PQG0grFp_bBiSF5AtASqeTejYsO1BGZaO1DYL_3FQEZ2EIbZCHEo9/s400/IMG_0501+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952421293739538" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZn7uOR4S_j5zyzMUqJ1DdrTbldx1Vqd7QCOw4Jsoux-dLyPuuiQXpf0skzB9o7gny7vNgtUPUCVJewkoUw1_0rqXb07f-fUXoL8zZM2Z-qdOjvav_1xdtgq1_Ia6IhyNcCXC1g2VWTua/s1600-h/IMG_0393.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWZn7uOR4S_j5zyzMUqJ1DdrTbldx1Vqd7QCOw4Jsoux-dLyPuuiQXpf0skzB9o7gny7vNgtUPUCVJewkoUw1_0rqXb07f-fUXoL8zZM2Z-qdOjvav_1xdtgq1_Ia6IhyNcCXC1g2VWTua/s400/IMG_0393.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326952412117506674" /></a>Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.<br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-67305884427027793932009-04-18T17:26:00.004-07:002009-04-18T17:41:57.279-07:00April 16<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11ndoTmYSuhbI7pF2BZ1P0e78ojl5kgRqsF8T5T3XRj5Z-gldOuzAkvN07RLxNy498QngdAttJ_40xFKAHy500DJSCpMmTlCtCewbS2zCnkhiLD_g09tVFCJyVfExN187o3dNlJcATkvG/s1600-h/IMG_0436.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11ndoTmYSuhbI7pF2BZ1P0e78ojl5kgRqsF8T5T3XRj5Z-gldOuzAkvN07RLxNy498QngdAttJ_40xFKAHy500DJSCpMmTlCtCewbS2zCnkhiLD_g09tVFCJyVfExN187o3dNlJcATkvG/s400/IMG_0436.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326192953771021666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Aunt Kathie with Izzy & Sabby (Aunt Kathie let them wear lipstick!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;">Thursday night we had a Small dinner party - sort of- We met Katie's friend - the one moving to Lake Tahoe. Aunt Kathie came over at my request and couldn't help herself.. Putting on a crown and letting the girls wear lipstick. Uncle Rob came of course too. They behaved reasonably well... Better than I did. During the course of the evening, I told Izzy to change her clothes - She turned around, pointed her chubby finger at me and told me to "top it".. I'll cry when she can say her S's.. So the guy seems like a nice guy and didn't flinch when I told him I don't trust him with my grand daughter... Welcome to my house.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0OdQYTYavSwgLbSo9v9cc9yEF_a1nd0bk8uugnnnh-OY2OzTA9j-_5BAREqvRSaeP1g_3AkfEjamSYWlwFUZGRJDjD_hinYAAvUYikO1JpdbnlSxRknR2lMECCmnLyexbwjVN6T7Uh6N/s1600-h/IMG_0421.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD0OdQYTYavSwgLbSo9v9cc9yEF_a1nd0bk8uugnnnh-OY2OzTA9j-_5BAREqvRSaeP1g_3AkfEjamSYWlwFUZGRJDjD_hinYAAvUYikO1JpdbnlSxRknR2lMECCmnLyexbwjVN6T7Uh6N/s400/IMG_0421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326192948935385010" /></a>Thursday started out with a day at the park, meeting a blogger friend. Michelle, My world. I don't know how to do the link but she's on my list of blogs I visit. She's an amazing young woman with three little ones. They are adorable. It was cold Thursday morning and I'll never forget Diego, without his jacket because he offered it to his little sister. Michelle, stay with the photography. You have a gift --- to say nothing about the camera I wanted to steal from you! I love your pictures. Your babies are a great reflection on you... (hey!!! didn't Bill Cosby say that years ago on one of his records?).. dating myself.<div>It's not often you meet someone who turns out just as you'd hoped they would. I'm also looking forward to meeting Michelle's family. Her dad, Jose is also on my blog list.. Joe Cool's blog. Their family is enjoying California right now! Hope they're having fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXrV3rZj6wexfvrftc8qNJSgiCZ0r2K6CB3e-t6E9u0bnpKv5nLNqtN6NqSgH1Tc96FDVtTUpY40JW9e4ug5tWozBdW5Ck83cpWrjxptcsXE23BEH9_7kLCb6mrvnwlUYwg48LXFL3R4_/s1600-h/IMG_0399.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVXrV3rZj6wexfvrftc8qNJSgiCZ0r2K6CB3e-t6E9u0bnpKv5nLNqtN6NqSgH1Tc96FDVtTUpY40JW9e4ug5tWozBdW5Ck83cpWrjxptcsXE23BEH9_7kLCb6mrvnwlUYwg48LXFL3R4_/s400/IMG_0399.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326192942935003378" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD915vcvus1yEnR5TJxsySD0ZH4klp7lUiYnIlpkacWbvF6cWUAnTlQpdL8AkEM85gCxgtKwn7gPgjHZmI8JAqRGuCf4fIiragjJN78udkYtkmvVLjHJmPTKaOm1dkaLZiI1Vod_lVL0qC/s1600-h/IMG_0425.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD915vcvus1yEnR5TJxsySD0ZH4klp7lUiYnIlpkacWbvF6cWUAnTlQpdL8AkEM85gCxgtKwn7gPgjHZmI8JAqRGuCf4fIiragjJN78udkYtkmvVLjHJmPTKaOm1dkaLZiI1Vod_lVL0qC/s400/IMG_0425.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326192941678998866" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BacTPxOXOXQDM11UPk_OZvhiRyPVCH8UTJZdQNcLsyPclwM2VkbveqDDiVvaiBC6gtswdoQSzm9MgqTxtF-y3zP69zepMDhVyvidF_LDojKRRgrh2t1S1HdI5Q4PDIiG21FIjmEuA0ZL/s1600-h/IMG_0396.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3BacTPxOXOXQDM11UPk_OZvhiRyPVCH8UTJZdQNcLsyPclwM2VkbveqDDiVvaiBC6gtswdoQSzm9MgqTxtF-y3zP69zepMDhVyvidF_LDojKRRgrh2t1S1HdI5Q4PDIiG21FIjmEuA0ZL/s400/IMG_0396.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326192932704946642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">How will I say good bye to you little Red.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div></div><div>Yesterday, after preparing for hours for an appointment with a young couple about to be married... they cancelled... So... I took a nap. Today was spent meeting Lyndsey in the middle of nowhere with Izzy and Makayla. I'll miss those guys. They're coming out next weekend for Sabby's birthday party.</div><div>Hope you're all having a wonderful weekend.</div><div>Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-9319286282374687612009-04-16T08:15:00.005-07:002009-04-16T09:57:01.192-07:00Gran & Pappys have a full house; for now<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKZrz_BfK0vr723hde5FrBIrmi-D4OLykXZpCLfI06N5XH83Oy75BeZ67c-1FFWktAbG6uYn5vLltw1eWTaLz_lILGsM_yRcubfcTPdIYt4sdG-FoAxePSEx-lXsEqMXzIXuRY1R1qC2px/s400/IMG_0381.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312037754699090" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLSkzrvCi9tCCL7e7Xf4FKFF494W-i0e3JJQP2-mNAYa-vxOBQSuYXudsSxTLrU4Oukr3qhmII57PrdxGu82SMAp_I46WsomxUBnc07-ojKjdGLX5naAw02fbj3MXWGlNkY_RwvzcPbOg5/s400/IMG_0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312034431605170" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhB8dtmS6fOfVGehwDHjixAmHuWOVxBoIhnQahlGTxuVPBEhAC-fQF7YhFppHclchmex9isclHZBBc4ts5q6vkrTwxbv7b3Vi5BRC6_4Ic6HEsF4RzaZUenyLx-9LoMMXeKGD7OkhWYv1a/s400/IMG_0316.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312029565069970" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Pappys is teaching Makayla how to play baseball</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0X7f-iiXRdnR38R5T0T0LsSHrR7thtqOaoN803F-7ABQ5s97pogjGv-jSW9ci7eJvSg-CzO8XoPcdNUB-b4psgCrGYa-8qovvpDIIGJXC19r7ln2Tr6x4ZUR6EkwGKLPrv6GtSn1QiHAh/s400/IMG_0308.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312027195139154" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><div style="text-align: center;">Izzy meets the "boys"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">We had a full house last night and it'll be fuller tonight. Katie's cooking for a friend and her Aunt Kathie and Uncle Rob will be joining us along with Ricky.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">In June, our home will be much emptier. Ricky is moving home to Ca late May and in early June, Katie is leaving us to move to Lake Tahoe. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Yep, Lots has been going on in the background these last few months. I'm not sure how I'll say good bye to Katie and my Red Head. Hopefully you won't read about me in the news... kidnapping my grand daughter and going into hiding. Sabby is excited because she's going to live in the snow. Gran only worries.... and grieves</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLwnAigbeF-TGY5bTcUp2OZU6-GcRWL_X9o1dTtPWEdSo1Av-PaAgjJ0D3CH1uZxFHdLHZ230XrLIBaxJRmP1i2w8MWdJuEpaN-e41eHk2V4-ijDprcjDDtsrKQY9lvE8VfhdfQ8XooyVp/s400/Collages+(6).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325312811159454946" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">P.S. What a difference 31 years makes.. We celebrated 31 years together yesterday!</span></span> <br /></div><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div>P.S. No trip to Sedona this week after all<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-1523054480564941122009-04-14T07:20:00.003-07:002009-04-14T07:33:54.439-07:00Three Grand kids this week.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPisD5t-HAqExhql3vyJZFzyFq0Tl9Yyo596pJI1Z_xZtoXpb2n2GObp4TikjF52ypA6nstCOE4pLtcHYh3Yi6E5esCnB0pWWUhhhq4Tezirc0Nbi-pRWyMToVLB-Wup2fI6-W2xV2phWZ/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPisD5t-HAqExhql3vyJZFzyFq0Tl9Yyo596pJI1Z_xZtoXpb2n2GObp4TikjF52ypA6nstCOE4pLtcHYh3Yi6E5esCnB0pWWUhhhq4Tezirc0Nbi-pRWyMToVLB-Wup2fI6-W2xV2phWZ/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553472320538802" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">We had a wonderful Easter at Carla's mom's house; wonderful day, views and people to celebrate with. True to form, Izzy and Sophie's Easter Dresses were stained with punch or markers before we even left Lyndsey's house.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; ">We came home yesterday with an extra two Grand daughters. We're planning some fun and craziness this week and hope to go on a picnic up in Sedona - at Red Rock State Park. I've seen it in the summer, the winter and now the spring. We've arranged to take Sabby out of school a couple of days this week too. One of my hopefuls is to visit a fellow blogger nearby and take the kids to a park nearby. I may not be posting or visiting as much as I'd like for the next few days. Hope all is well with everyone and that our Easters/Passover Celebrations were good.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DBeDMmOe150KKXzQb0xofNAwSfQ2l0sZc0tYjGQpDS11aF_dwRLiDyDzRHZb49z5HEDGx7XVww9BopYS_3kaX3fQicUTxurTs5BjxvKg_dQMOIPz-9ugSx13RQKrR_jiFsinxpYsvqUa/s1600-h/IMG_0086.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5DBeDMmOe150KKXzQb0xofNAwSfQ2l0sZc0tYjGQpDS11aF_dwRLiDyDzRHZb49z5HEDGx7XVww9BopYS_3kaX3fQicUTxurTs5BjxvKg_dQMOIPz-9ugSx13RQKrR_jiFsinxpYsvqUa/s400/IMG_0086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553470658690626" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52MicPUcEsGCQZM35SfIe4-Bd7iHuITO-VGapdxz5w83ymvvYkywGGxGBfagnZ7tl5CG2pmwiVgZsTNdhYHJkUkbHH9Sxdpn2-COZ03fh2BlBcHF9-a2SJTiMOJ4sSq5VUV2GmfoZqQ3y/s1600-h/IMG_0028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj52MicPUcEsGCQZM35SfIe4-Bd7iHuITO-VGapdxz5w83ymvvYkywGGxGBfagnZ7tl5CG2pmwiVgZsTNdhYHJkUkbHH9Sxdpn2-COZ03fh2BlBcHF9-a2SJTiMOJ4sSq5VUV2GmfoZqQ3y/s400/IMG_0028.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553463201134482" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaB2V8TOwTsjH2QcA_XZC6ZRPWC5iIpmUs6esmWtB-_hyphenhyphenyZcdalARw7HzTycEvL7dfbBDluxnusXcm98sbKwqKj6Kc-kW72zmScfEw8_lRj7xcGgvKJp-kQmGk_LlYB8RxUUVQZYf5TcN/s1600-h/IMG_9989.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaB2V8TOwTsjH2QcA_XZC6ZRPWC5iIpmUs6esmWtB-_hyphenhyphenyZcdalARw7HzTycEvL7dfbBDluxnusXcm98sbKwqKj6Kc-kW72zmScfEw8_lRj7xcGgvKJp-kQmGk_LlYB8RxUUVQZYf5TcN/s400/IMG_9989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553462372798386" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRq8rxwPfpObP-ve7tXJclVw5gjlVv7YIrSoJgc-fpnCTDy95CwkzrHzf7MgQF8NTGOjTOPndU-tjrHaBThyphenhyphen26AV2BKVSrTnvVOPHKXNxBWsQCgqHmhOA0RGHzOP_hpf05uPqN9TY4cB_E/s1600-h/IMG_0015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRq8rxwPfpObP-ve7tXJclVw5gjlVv7YIrSoJgc-fpnCTDy95CwkzrHzf7MgQF8NTGOjTOPndU-tjrHaBThyphenhyphen26AV2BKVSrTnvVOPHKXNxBWsQCgqHmhOA0RGHzOP_hpf05uPqN9TY4cB_E/s400/IMG_0015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324553454732166594" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> P.S. the ones we brought home... Makayla and Izabella. This summer, we'll be brining Madison and Conner out. Sophie just needs to get a little older first.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-23076170162712883612009-04-10T02:04:00.004-07:002009-04-10T02:16:23.421-07:00Easter and EAsters Past<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8f_H626P9W1usFjsGEFdq1dRniLecOZLeiFrE059q9t-ZmA7n9k_nU0S6uM-_EMJMgOmsxpwgF5YMKqxfxQdGZ8oNadu0E9hZx6XraS4to_G4izGsN4kOuzANHYQovEUIJrpXFXWCCwE/s1600-h/Jul09_33.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ8f_H626P9W1usFjsGEFdq1dRniLecOZLeiFrE059q9t-ZmA7n9k_nU0S6uM-_EMJMgOmsxpwgF5YMKqxfxQdGZ8oNadu0E9hZx6XraS4to_G4izGsN4kOuzANHYQovEUIJrpXFXWCCwE/s400/Jul09_33.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322988749717876722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">1982 - I made those dresses</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgMrIwsHm5sTU7p8RYXxldjEnHgy1wktHBwwBg5a2rFxMDShJ8pAEKKpOWKrGVlEvi-xy_yy5hat86nzB4_vOhEhESRIvNK_k9CgUxGH-ettoowbyZ1Oxfc6v7n7lxwPAvS0Tb5ZS-yU_/s1600-h/Easter+81.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihgMrIwsHm5sTU7p8RYXxldjEnHgy1wktHBwwBg5a2rFxMDShJ8pAEKKpOWKrGVlEvi-xy_yy5hat86nzB4_vOhEhESRIvNK_k9CgUxGH-ettoowbyZ1Oxfc6v7n7lxwPAvS0Tb5ZS-yU_/s400/Easter+81.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322988744304049666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Easter 1981</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7dfDWJm818gw6etPPsz9eNqZmP8Db9ReR2vTjtOjsVxtG7gb0hyFifpIXnTQ4FrFLmrJfg4ntExo0MBvBgX1ci2YOEB1l6iuQtPXATk88xvvco7cawP47NUiLarWyStlX105p5UkO8A8/s1600-h/Jul10_07.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7dfDWJm818gw6etPPsz9eNqZmP8Db9ReR2vTjtOjsVxtG7gb0hyFifpIXnTQ4FrFLmrJfg4ntExo0MBvBgX1ci2YOEB1l6iuQtPXATk88xvvco7cawP47NUiLarWyStlX105p5UkO8A8/s400/Jul10_07.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322987802568783954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Easter 1986</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08SZiyYIuc3Vza-1qdMsRHtWAcuK8ClVkeLKdD4YiI0iL2qI5pJng8Jir422hx2Oc_yQxc3MTrSq-WDZNrzgD2-d59RhjU7-ym3MCyJFnu8UkUk9Shi3E3Sw9TxS68IB_Ne13Kjl0bTKY/s1600-h/Jul10_06.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi08SZiyYIuc3Vza-1qdMsRHtWAcuK8ClVkeLKdD4YiI0iL2qI5pJng8Jir422hx2Oc_yQxc3MTrSq-WDZNrzgD2-d59RhjU7-ym3MCyJFnu8UkUk9Shi3E3Sw9TxS68IB_Ne13Kjl0bTKY/s400/Jul10_06.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322987798398917842" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Easter 1986 </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></div>Holy Thursday use to be spent at a special mass. Beautiful service, celebrating the last supper, the institution of the priesthood and all. Well I don't do that much these days.<div>In the morning, Katie, Sabby and I are headed off to CA to celebrate Easter in Southern CA.</div><div>I am so glad today is over, I should be sleeping but I think when I go back to bed, I will sleep o.k.</div><div><br /></div><div>I'm looking forward to spending a beautiful Easter Afternoon at Carla's mom's house chatting with friends and family. I'll miss Ricky and Paul.. I did (at Ricky's insistence,) prepare an easter basket for him. It sits on my kitchen counter where he'll see it when he comes in to have Breakfast with Paul before they both set off to work.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today. Have a wonderful Easter, Passover, great spring weekend.</div><div><br /></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-4559463828978302492009-04-08T07:08:00.004-07:002009-04-08T07:30:37.684-07:00Update on the Dogs<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ3m0AZqRQNOLpCUpnR1c0RfRgdq7YWtml291M8LFGz2IFDoRyDaGmH8XIoAA-CtK-MAdG1LEoHg_E2hkGQ2QTp5XD3PGm3a7GMJkqH7F42JK9pcUGhL5RRMtdSgH2BL1E4E6_i10eMs9F/s400/IMG_5436.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322322707522202162" />Since this picture was taken two months ago, it's not necessarily a good representation of the current size of the collies. Shane, our border collie, is the black and white, Barney, is in the blue Collar and Hondo is in the red collar. I'll preface this post by saying two things. First,We love our dogs VERY much, the antics of Barney and Hondo have brightened up our lives beyond measure. Shane is our wonder dog.... Really he is. Second... I have to question, pretty much daily, our sanity in acquiring TWO collie puppies on the same day - brothers no less, and to ask daily, What the hell were we thinking!<div>The puppies are house broken now.. (probably shouldn't say that) but as far as being in the house unsupervised, uh NO.. They are continually getting into one waste basket or another and bringing out whatever they find.. NOT o.k.... Barney (who still falls when trying to jump up on the bed - which is against the rules now) will grab the toilet paper on the roll and walk all over the house, pulling the paper with him, literally emptying the roll. They have chewed up ALL of our patio furniture, I'm talking the not the cushions which I knew about and knew I could fix, I'm talking the wicker - the backs and bottoms of all the chairs. One of them - the one with the brown nose - digs.. Never had a collie that dug.. We sat outside Monday evening, until I was SO p.o'd at the damage I had to go inside.. Barney - living on the wild side, tried to chew on me as I sat on a chair he'd already chewed to destruction. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">I know Sandie, we should have used hot sauce to keep them from chewing.. Who knew they'd go beyond the pillows.</span></div><div><br /></div><div>I'll end with a story on how awesome Shane, our border collie is.. This is not the first time he's done something like this, rather it was just the confirmation of what he has been doing.. Yesterday, I was at my computer doing work on some photos. My computer is at the opposite end of the house from the kitchen, down two long hallways.. Shane came up behind me "whining" and bumping into me trying to get me to move. I ignored him after patting his head.. About 10 minutes later, I heard Paul scolding the collies (yet again) and went out to find out what their latest terror was. . They'd gotten into the trash - Paul's fault for not closing the door and pulled their treasures all over the family room.. Our Border Collie, Shane, had been in my office trying to get me to come out to stop them.. Isn't he a fabulous dog! Now I know for sure, when he's barking like crazy facing the house, he's really telling on Hondo for digging...</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</div><div><br /></div><div>P.S. We really do love Hondo and Barney, we really really do and it's o.k. (I guess) that our once nice backyard, looks more like a junk yard lot now. With holes and dirt where grass once stood. Really</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk42t7MIJrGmTXnbJvW3fOUWoyI8LPgM7ner-dBBspRt-O5ytWXPcNaQhdcxRaGD9LawuleuKIWFmKYF7kxHaetAA5yEwjvAJm3r9vyAb1ugOhw9CSRV7vYIdYzbEvJt29Bn2l2bzOs_a_/s1600-h/IMG_6993.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk42t7MIJrGmTXnbJvW3fOUWoyI8LPgM7ner-dBBspRt-O5ytWXPcNaQhdcxRaGD9LawuleuKIWFmKYF7kxHaetAA5yEwjvAJm3r9vyAb1ugOhw9CSRV7vYIdYzbEvJt29Bn2l2bzOs_a_/s400/IMG_6993.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322327714038460098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Shane is exhausted from policing these two.</span></div><div><br /></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-12421697074516258782009-04-07T14:48:00.003-07:002009-04-07T14:54:10.212-07:00Happy Birthday Makayla<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji4Ui9CPgW7NGDCRrwcfbUTt1H3l4164Kbyhfzm2OHmSARJggHtrVhZ3-Q0qVWxUzzhK3tozGJhepqSj6H37kQUGgTg4zbu0BZZ6whzxrAxMw40OVN0ssnM3839GF8UODeiYqHf1lt0unv/s400/K&M.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322070303383555218" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqEuPvWotHiPLQI7hh5KZUP426oP7_d0i-ybV3tx3yW0cKGKh6mW6xZrIrTyEOJPPPRDnhiiazHZAZHA05qjMBxcm_fDU5jIKf3JM81_ntxyO9gYX8LiXeUOKRWoJZLCpggPrVprMdpb_/s1600-h/IMG_8633+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNqEuPvWotHiPLQI7hh5KZUP426oP7_d0i-ybV3tx3yW0cKGKh6mW6xZrIrTyEOJPPPRDnhiiazHZAZHA05qjMBxcm_fDU5jIKf3JM81_ntxyO9gYX8LiXeUOKRWoJZLCpggPrVprMdpb_/s400/IMG_8633+copy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322070749767133794" /></a><br />Gran and Pappys Love you we love you we love you we love you!<div>We can't wait until next week when you and Izzy come to visit.. Pappys has a WHOLE lot of plans for your visit.</div><div>Happy Birthday honey!</div><div>Gran<br /><br /></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-55296366970895496932009-04-05T09:31:00.005-07:002009-04-05T10:38:04.002-07:00The Wall<img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0pls_EqFnPv_mgO6FRxMMZ0GiPqjyDQWt4B3iOhPc7Z6Ujp7FiNiRH3jfs0rm3_gGiJGDihTE5hNAcecy-EG3AtvC53V_7urt7bEePSFVjhLPXk2zc6BCFdjLbFKKvVCL-dAe0W9azlT/s400/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321246597487424594" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The moving wall arrived in Buckeye this week, at Verrado (a master planned community here in Buckeye) High School. Paul went to see it in CA several years ago and wanted to see it again. It wasn't quite as big as the wall he saw in Orange Co and didn't include the casualties from 65-67. There were other war dead remembered, including the thousands we've lost in Iraq and Afghanistan. Paul's orders were changed 5 days before he was leaving for Vietnam in a political move by Nixon. He along with 5,000 other men had their orders changed from Vietnam to Germany. My brother went, my brother in law went. </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Paul doesn't want me posting his feelings about this on my blog and I'll respect his wishes... I'll post my own thoughts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Walking by the wall, looking at all the names, and thinking of the 58,000 dead young men, the children they never had, the grand children they never had was a bit overwhelming and brought back a lot of memories along with my own tears. What a waste of life.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I came of age during the war. The back ground music of my life was also the background music of the war. Listening to those songs yesterday, looking at the dates on the wall, My senior prom, my graduation date. While I was growing up and experiencing high school, these boys were dying. I can still see my mother saying goodbye to my brother during a rainstorm at El Toro, the week before Christmas in 1967. That memory was burned into my brain and as a mother, I wondered how she got through that day and the next 18 months. My father didn't say much during this time; but in the days before 24/7 news, dinners consisted of Walter Concrite (sp) Chet and David, etc. as though by watching as much of the war news as he could, my dad would keep my brother alive. In the spirit of full disclosure, let me say that we were republicans and I believed that crap about the domino effect... I felt guilty being a girl.. Safe from the draft.. My brother volunteered. So did Paul.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Today we say thank you to young men in Uniform; my husband talks about getting out of uniform as soon as possible when on leave, not wanting the abuse of the "Peaceful" war protesters. A friend was spit on at an airport, interrupting his first meeting with his 12 month old daughter. Hearing the words baby killer, butchers were not uncommon at airports. Seemed to me people would go to airports JUST to do that.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Peaceful? Not to me.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBQqByE5A3DS3JIYm9khC-pGwavBP6_9So7eqOTd8KNDqfNQnckAEHWUNCG4uUxBI69eOOOZqYSA0S99-J-DiU-hAnyGY-ISWvEqh4AkesPNw8gJnCoQNbFvEtZzMkSfXdS4CXujHa0dA3/s400/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0025a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321246602113345506" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I believe those years and the years that followed were dark days for America, whether we believed in the war or not, we treated our Vietnam war veterans horribly. I was glad in the 80's when Jane Fonda finally had to give up her tour of American malls with her work out clothes, I think because the war veterans for the first time I was aware of, fought back and demonstrated at every mall. I was struck yesterday, with the understanding that while Americans were ignoring their plight, "putting the war behind us", Our veterans were taking care of each other when possible.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">On a strange note (to me anyway), On a sign with myths and facts about Vietnam,I read, 1,072,000 young men served in Vietnam, over 13,000,00 in the 2000 census claimed to have served "in country".. Now I wonder, why so many who did serve don't talk about it, feeling shamed by their fellow countrymen so many years ago</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(John Kerry)</span>, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and so many MORE who did not serve, talk about it all the time..</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> </span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTbmF7taNRkDJT7EcM8d9iejAcg31focHnrnxwH_OPAA5-PD8KMPiK3_JjPivwYrPZu1i65eYe43Hv2pXARtL6Pt5t0oTii-9HVaN_q-mB9rVRMUAmbE3Lmue6Hx2YLNbDUvQxC0WvRU0i/s400/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321246594537485602" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUE2jKkw8iprN4KFvu2g5NVlKpxwXfcLIyXKEAaKs6xC9xn8d6akuFlaH_gIUuMakV6ljYjH9DjTfIi1gGkrsHoieSq5iFQaJt_C_JsoH2rj0uQ1zNpHbDVsZC_PjJT3-1HaIXO7ZAqP23/s1600-h/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0073.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUE2jKkw8iprN4KFvu2g5NVlKpxwXfcLIyXKEAaKs6xC9xn8d6akuFlaH_gIUuMakV6ljYjH9DjTfIi1gGkrsHoieSq5iFQaJt_C_JsoH2rj0uQ1zNpHbDVsZC_PjJT3-1HaIXO7ZAqP23/s400/The+Wall+4-4-2009_0073.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321246601701310034" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sorry to be political, though it really isn't political to me. It's the indecency of the way we treated young men (boys some of them) who's only sin was joining the military (or being drafted).</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</span></div></div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2961615515398854058.post-43201789339373445122009-04-04T07:03:00.007-07:002009-04-04T09:06:18.767-07:00The Elusive Family Photo<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:medium;">For most of my adult life, I'm been in search of a family photo. Over the years, we've had a lot of attempts. This first one was taken on Easter 1960 in Torrance California by a family friend. It's the only one I know of, taken of all the Welstead kids with Dad. Every Easter and Christmas, Dad would get one of mom and us kids - either on the stairs or on the bridge in front. This is one of only three photos that I know of, of the "Entire" Welstead clan.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The family grew by 17 new people before my parents died in 1998.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3oAtuwyIp29PiSTkxUFzWPiigEwmMqGqoSpDgmWIcMiJIXt_I2vb3SshXbviw7KdPgyFYvQPBSu4fE3vyp8vVD9ZLTWy-4cXhS1ax7FThYZPZ20wk2Pe-HO0RagOVhYWVIJTZ_Q6Gt1A8/s400/TheWelst.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320855006234404802" /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Family is fluid, growing and shrinking with each new marriage or divorce, the birth of children, then grand children, the death of family members. I've learned in my quest for the perfect family photo is that 1. Paul wouldn't go to a professional studio for years - (in fairness - it was expensive) so most of our family photo efforts involved Paul and the kids. I've added three by marriage kids and one is no longer a part of the family. I've decided to ask "significant others" to stand at the side of photos, making it easier to eliminate them when the time comes.... We'll see. I thought I'd share a few attempts at family photos with you.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zG2n5Cp41Uaw50RBbKWpymjP3S12chLMhHoFtkgVDMZvTNMqVJXWhOcG3AWb1U_laa5EvsIK-WHwao-KGVNzLTAzxvA4vvKcF3i7wrESdzavgP4VQ0zGbU84_NDKe6I6Ybxe5Njbs3qC/s400/knotts89.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320855004963748258" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This one is from Knox Log ride in the late 80's or early 90's. It's not really a family photo since Rob wasn't there. but I found it in my search and it made me laugh so I'm posting it</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">.</span><br /></div></span><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiash96Rhu7YzUnmq5GbM1_P2U6a4PolVJIk46esNIdW-g7k9WTsk43FEdX4zy7tUzQQD7Zej6boj_RkQan2UYwMCv8zIlN4UJ29RVNUz926bgmpQ80yRflXzd2nEo_qwUDKaoaE2t9BJxW/s400/Pro+Family+Shot.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320854998171943330" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This one I used for our Christmas Card in 1998 Paul would go along with a prof photo in Tombstone.... Go figure</span></span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 397px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTBsZSCIVcnMIxzTdQx9r6hKmYxpunSXM2tAkQAIWDwYAjimXhj7n-v2OdkTr80qNGwJZK4SrFCGClO3VtMiHa4zem6qTk7C01JCal1Cgjd36ByX7iNdBemLqJmbxj-MkTMxMirdLBMhlm/s400/family2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320855004050584194" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Christmas cards were almost late in 1999. I got this family photo at our family christmas Party at Kathie's.</span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhht5iAJpScY-cm4ZQKledWv85tYCNhVvS02-IObUwBPSiBikPtUZKAaZTn7AWANbFPE815dPBp101tcwR2G2xbUan1zeU4NGtEY88lY5nkh5DOxhIIfYuxVHxyrPNdwCJDb1bnDQzzxsRJ/s400/Best+Prints+(133).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320860544926384066" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This family photo was taken at Lyndsey's wedding so I could use it for our Christmas Card in 2004. Some of you may notice there's an extra child in the front next to Madi.. That is my beautiful niece Brianne. One of the worse things you can do is ask a child to get out of a picture. I sent Christmas Cards out that year with an extra grand daughter on them! Since this was taken, the guy on the right is no longer part of "our family". I can't delete him without deleting Sabby and that I WONT do. Just an observation... No one notice Paul's sunglasses and two.. Weddings aren't really all that great a place for family photos.. Who dresses up like that on a regular basis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTuO2PED9gHzOTrjI03WrUqGgqbG0i1pB4foBQu_LBsM7hNoFDAv0pI328JI_-JhZpG_1TzBJRJvJDJsiOdGCNwlThfGxJwtwOOprwE9hw_cMEGDp3zHp6DfKN0SKMN7mtqTDjFTg1ry-o/s400/DSC06854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857389337999970" /><div style="text-align: center;">This was a lame attempt on Christmas 2004. The kids are cute, Paul, Victor and I am missing. Several family members have their eyes closed.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8sxDU9dKWyum_ThgOHgAw83JmpBv1EgOMFwrmYDQI_zom6j5_SXFq-YKJ-_CaMQHwX6fUjK2rBFw2K3r4uxA3LmsTCpAxTysdkj-_xZ_Ytg82qLgnROQQix2sv1Eh8ojnYOWLqK7VgyEI/s400/IMG_6251.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857391506350146" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here's an infamous one.. Sun Spots KILL a picture; My sister Kathie took 50 and only a few came out.. What is so hard about getting 13 people to look at the camera at the same time.. You'll notice... It's NOT just the kids looking around. On a great note, Rex made it into this one.</span></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0hizetvz76detFGAd6ZkufRO2TrbQQoM55_LI-C_zunf3FEPGxtKO3pHM3amzTEhqFi9ivwW2zixoWP_4dfmQfvCRKi1_phOFGz2ypEwAd2hW1VkUD3YzebUeXxeYKVW0vTC-2zJmx5DS/s400/Paul+Me+%26+Kids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857400847099746" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">This one is a favorite of mine; and includes all of our grand kids.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkd-Q9aY9RYBQTs4z4iDLFPWXDQlO2bVWIT5O3GURE1ybhN5f5OwrbQv50TFhMZ1pF0ww0hfJWABBjzAzH7PgDLpnrT_2KpR-nbGforon79tUISYvvYMy-8riZsbwyf9D4PVIfQpDcQMg/s1600-h/CircleKids.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqkd-Q9aY9RYBQTs4z4iDLFPWXDQlO2bVWIT5O3GURE1ybhN5f5OwrbQv50TFhMZ1pF0ww0hfJWABBjzAzH7PgDLpnrT_2KpR-nbGforon79tUISYvvYMy-8riZsbwyf9D4PVIfQpDcQMg/s400/CircleKids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320857397848588162" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Here's another favorite.. Sophie's changed a lot though.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 354px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9cwwU7k6n65XA7bscDMV9zLaRDwBGyfJkk4wLm2uwXv6eapChFk3_oQSQE3qlpmIcDHxiFe3u9d0C4J4q7Da9GJfMS4OUPxJdAMdjPYhqvvPH0q6nPP8f1S8LKiuJk0YZQqYP4lTgoe0D/s400/Bella+Union+Picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320855000460254546" /><div style="text-align: center;">Some day I will post all of our Bella Union background photos from Tombstone. This one is a favorite one from 1998.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">There are more of course. Several I took of all four kids over the years. I've had a LOT of tries at getting all the grand kids together, most of them not so good.. (collages maybe?) Maybe I'm late to the table, but I've finally learned that families, like our family photos are fluid - growing and shrinking over the decades of a "family's existence"; then splitting off into new branches.. I'm not on drugs (don't think) but it's boggling my mind today and I thought I'd share it.</div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanks for taking the time to read my blog today.</div>Betty Fhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14922590283372026005noreply@blogger.com4