tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38941367844868256412024-02-07T11:17:39.402-07:00just memariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-71837434258187200392017-01-19T22:46:00.005-07:002017-01-19T22:46:51.805-07:0010 years....how can it be?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjBSNjou3vvu49nMRH3K6NI4VkDR1xllhJ3g37lkEFajdco_Fm4lfCbgRa15w-3tVxbqb0CoAfkBToUcO1W8vnGAlikfYj52b237L_OXDVnYrlxp2niqsqpjx5IeIhSy4DMssvoVgkO2R/s1600/scan_m%2526m+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAjBSNjou3vvu49nMRH3K6NI4VkDR1xllhJ3g37lkEFajdco_Fm4lfCbgRa15w-3tVxbqb0CoAfkBToUcO1W8vnGAlikfYj52b237L_OXDVnYrlxp2niqsqpjx5IeIhSy4DMssvoVgkO2R/s320/scan_m%2526m+copy.jpg" width="225" /></a>I wanted to write this post the instant I woke but I knew it would be difficult. So in the late hours of this night which are probably closest to when Mark actually left this life, I sit alone and share a small part of what I'm thinking and feeling.<br />
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From the moment Mark was gone I counted each day keeping track of how long he had been gone until counting weeks made more sense. Oddly similar to counting the age of a newborn. Every month on the 19th I would ache all over again. After a few years I didn't count by months anymore. The 19th was not a horrible day every month. As a year anniversary would come around I didn't pay too close attention partly because I wanted to focus on the joyous event the day before of Tessa's Birthday. So I admit some of the last few years went by much easier as I focused on birth rather than death. Needless to say, I was caught off guard this year as I was so completely aware of this being the 10th year since Mark has been gone. I will not lie. I thought I had moved past the major grieving. Not because I don't still think about him and love him, because I do still think about him and love him and miss him immensely. I try not to dwell on it everyday, because I try to live a full life while I am here in this mortal world. Which I know Mark wanted me to do. Most of the time I accomplish this task well. Every so often I have a really good pity party. Last night as I watched this <a href="http://www.rp73.com/mark.html">video</a> that was put together so lovingly for Mark's funeral, I was thrown back to the grief and heartache of ten years ago as if I was losing him all over again. Completely sobbing at times for all that has been missed and the could have beens if he were still here. But there was also joy and gratitude while watching the video; remembering all those wonderful memories and what an amazing man, husband, father, brother and son he was. I know my last post was a tribute to Mark, so forgive just one more post about this amazing man. I would give anything to have him back again, but I truly feel so grateful and blessed for the time I was lucky enough to have him.<br />
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If you want to reminisce about Mark, the video is a great look into his life. It's pretty long but it's a great representation of who Mark was here on earth and still is on the other side.<br />
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These kinds of days are hard. They don't come as often, but sometimes I have to check out of the social media when I get too overwhelmed. I'm sorry. I read all you say, but sometimes I just can't reply anymore because it makes me too sad. I absolutely believe I will be with him again. I believe that there are times when he is right here with us. I love that I see bits and pieces of him in each of our four wonderful children! I hope you will indulge me the luxury of sharing this particular photo because this was as perfect a moment as I've ever experienced in my life. I love you Mark!!!mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-20032396911962012832016-12-06T11:38:00.002-07:002016-12-06T11:55:01.314-07:00Happy 50th Mark<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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Over the last while, I've seen many of our friends celebrate turning 50. I will be turning 50 soon as well. I often don't do much publicly or outwardly on special dates for Mark. I usually quietly contemplate within and spend the day a little more somberly.<br />
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Being married and having a husband here by my side makes it difficult sometimes. I never want to hurt him by remembering Mark. He is very supportive of remembering Mark, especially for the kids. Sometimes it may just be me and my worrying heart. I never want to purposely hurt anyone or make them feel bad.<br />
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Today it's very sad to me that he is not here. I'm sad that the kids don't have their selfless, loving, caring father to talk with, joke with and to be able to give a big hug. I'm sad that they can't talk to him and share all the wonderful or sometimes hard things they are going through. He was the best listener. I remember so many times just observing him at family, friend neighborhood or church gatherings asking others about their life {work, relationships, school, successes, trials}. He never wanted to talk about himself. He wanted to hear all about you though. It never ceased to amaze me. He loved his children. I hope they remember how much he loved them. They were his life. I can hardly think of a time he missed anything they did whether it was at school, with sports, scouts, etc. He was so kind and thoughtful of others. He would do anything for anyone. When I look at his face in this picture I feel that it perfectly depicts who Mark was as a father, husband, son, brother, friend and co-worker, and the joy and happiness he had in his life.<br />
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I am grateful that because of Jesus Christ and my Heavenly Father, we will see Mark again.<br />
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mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-42219576713401939182016-10-25T17:03:00.001-07:002016-10-25T17:03:54.748-07:00{october 25, 2016}<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I have been prompted to start writing on my blog again more times than I care to admit. At least three times over the years I have entered a new post, only to leave it sitting there in "draft" mode. I don't claim to have profound knowledge or sage advice, but I feel I have a voice that was meant to be shared. So if I publish this post (and maybe that's what I'm most afraid of) then I have to be committed to it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Most people who will read this, know my history. For those who don't know, you can read my past story by following this link <a href="http://www.clements6.com/archive.html">{our cancer story}</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Much...and I mean MUCH...has happened since then. I tried to explain one other time how different and difficult it is to write about life now as compared to when we were going through cancer, dealing with Mark's death and the struggles that the children and I went through as we picked ourselves up and tried to push forward. During the moving forward it didn't seem easy to share. I was afraid of sharing things that would hurt someone else or seem to be begging for sympathies. I didn't want sympathy or criticism. I've always been afraid of what others think of me, and moving forward was scary. Maybe I'm growing up. </span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Some of the moving forward was messy. A lot of it was painful. Much of it seemed impossible. Yet here we are (I am), doing pretty amazing if I may say; still living, still enduring and happy despite the trials.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">I will mostly be moving forward from this point in my life, but there will be times I go back and address some experiences, because it will be necessary to understand where I am now. This is my story, my history and I write it for me. If someone else enjoys it then I'm glad, but I need to write because I cannot ignore the prompting.</span>mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-65900887599075521882010-12-14T11:15:00.006-07:002010-12-14T12:10:41.608-07:00~12.14.2010~<span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family: arial;">tuesday</span><br /><br />There's just something different about posting now. When we started this blog it was an update and info blog of what was happening in our life of CANCER. Then it became my musings, or whatever you may call them, about how life goes on after someone you love has died. Now I struggle with wanting to tell it like it is, but feeling like I can't. I don't really know how to explain it. I guess it's kind of like writing one's life story after it's all over compared to sharing all the nitty gritty details in the here and now. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">So in follow up to the post from 10.6.2010, that I just now put on here...Yes...Depression, an ugly word that I didn't want to put as a label on myself. And yet, I did want something, some kind of answer that could help me understand why I just can't seem to become the person I know I can be. It's hard when people tell you you're strong but you feel so weak. I felt like I needed to be some kind of Super Woman, but I felt like I was struggling to get by every day, and it wasn't getting better. It was getting worse. I tried some medication, but it</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> was a bad mix with my chemical make up. The good news is that I think it gave my mind a Reboot, so to speak.</span> Things haven't turned around 100% but things are looking up.<br /><br />The main reason I wanted to post today was because a dear friend sent me an email today with a link to this <a href="http://campaign.r20.constantcontact.com/render?llr=hzmy79cab&v=001zcvTRfzfKBGGgPh24PU94AOR3a2J-7-YnBDWXS01n3DcvKVA0uqyFuhRSKYG3LmF_1zW0Y4G65FPntr0pIByO0OEQRabiUK9s_hBg34zXNiH2DM_LI1VvfHbjUe1DKXLBHL0smEP2P-NR7TfH0c-HHTxdqyN5b7SE6u-xGz7iRIekdzUaLwmbkJX2ak0D4Io">letter</a>. I absolutely love the message this gives to everyone, but especially women. We are so hard on ourselves. Me included. The other day I was having a particularly bad day. Giving myself a pretty good beating from the time I woke up. When I saw my little bowl of Dove Milk Chocolates, I knew I needed one of those delectable treats, because chocolate is always the answer. Well I tossed the wrapper in the garbage not feeling like looking at the cute little feel good quote, but then I couldn't help myself and grabbed it back out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4Hl9xD7CqI5YdI7GA3PGrjfJk8wFqF9VFd4mxPj3b4wE8vJA-qznZA-XIViPmh6F7GJQpm3EyEbYghMuOSbtFnNIOxS-zDOlj2mXW0QGzkEkBuNwn9ui39QZyNe4qris2Lre0rtzEVCk/s1600/IMG_7803.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE4Hl9xD7CqI5YdI7GA3PGrjfJk8wFqF9VFd4mxPj3b4wE8vJA-qznZA-XIViPmh6F7GJQpm3EyEbYghMuOSbtFnNIOxS-zDOlj2mXW0QGzkEkBuNwn9ui39QZyNe4qris2Lre0rtzEVCk/s400/IMG_7803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550612478491017970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Thanks...Kathy from TN! I needed that. Life has been tough. Life is tough. Others lives have been tough and are tough. We just have to keep going. Never give up. It's okay to have a bad day every now and then, and give yourself a break. But we can't give up because one day...okay sometimes 2, 5, or 30 days are bad. We have to pick ourselves up, get out of bed, put on a smile- and some clothes :), and tell ourselves that tomorrow is a new day! Never give up! Try,try again!<br /><br />~Endure to the end.~<br /><br />That is the one thing I will give myself credit for...I haven't stopped trying, and for now, I'm going to proud of that!mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-2382323693114939322010-10-06T23:35:00.002-07:002010-12-14T11:18:49.964-07:00~10.6.2010 ~<span style="font-family:arial;">wednesday</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Almost ten months since I've written. It feels like I'm coming back to a long lost friend. Wondering if they'll take me back. Wondering if I have it in me to open up my soul and be honest with myself again. I've wanted to write my thoughts a few times, but one thing or another kept me from it. So many things have happened....this is harder than I thought...when I was writing all the time, the words came easier. Now I struggle. I type. I erase. I try to remember what I want to put down on paper. I guess the biggest thing I want to remember is how I felt about 2 months ago. It happened slowly. I knew it was happening, but I just kept thinking if I stayed upbeat and optimistic and just kept moving forward, it would sort itself out. Depression.</span><br /><br />{today is Dec.14, 2010 - I decided to post today. I saw this draft from the 6th of October that I never finished. I am going to post it today and then continue on}mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-12572776775463396102009-12-23T16:48:00.003-07:002009-12-23T22:53:51.879-07:00{december 23, 2009}~wednesday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFUBemj43jztR3Z_cKzKkJexDK1SS0tyzgyypoAoK-U8PY2VkWLRXuGdWBDrI-PkoK0h2dWqJ55f1HTONSPMvmBuTLVn0WStHaFBFmvJ4-F1Xp6lkLHgFILDi0ggNj3P8-QTeZSdwAflB/s1600-h/Christmas+card+2009+2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsFUBemj43jztR3Z_cKzKkJexDK1SS0tyzgyypoAoK-U8PY2VkWLRXuGdWBDrI-PkoK0h2dWqJ55f1HTONSPMvmBuTLVn0WStHaFBFmvJ4-F1Xp6lkLHgFILDi0ggNj3P8-QTeZSdwAflB/s400/Christmas+card+2009+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418583847165658402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />merry christmas<br /><br />It's been a looooooonnnnnnggggg time since I've blogged. No excuses really. I'm sad for all I've missed, but there's no use crying over spilt milk...right.<br /><br />Our family wishes all of our wonderful friends and family a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.<br /><br />If you want this picture in hard copy, just let me know. Sometimes people just want to see what everyone looks like. This way you can do one or both {smile}.<br /><br />Hoping this post finds all of you happy and healthy. Loves to all.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-47801385523409200822009-10-09T21:05:00.003-07:002009-10-09T22:01:31.146-07:00{october 9, 2009}~friday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMKWG1Hq9NZNhvVmGERemDC34vPhXk4ehvXLZRzNUmO01YhGI_wcRGCKlynkFgGFZGiuL-ot5EDaXIYWefV-xOBquW6o2IDFJj3z99JERVCPLKEFYsnniZMRLnGhuFlKKZlQCd5_Jea09/s1600-h/10-09+making+mac-n-cheese.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSMKWG1Hq9NZNhvVmGERemDC34vPhXk4ehvXLZRzNUmO01YhGI_wcRGCKlynkFgGFZGiuL-ot5EDaXIYWefV-xOBquW6o2IDFJj3z99JERVCPLKEFYsnniZMRLnGhuFlKKZlQCd5_Jea09/s400/10-09+making+mac-n-cheese.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390818012223616914" border="0" /></a><br />The joys of little helping hands. Lucas has decided that he likes to help cook, stir or at least see what's going on inside the pans. He wanted Macaroni and Cheese for lunch today, so we helped each other. He was so patient. He still loves Blue's Clues like crazy and we are constantly singing songs from the show. "Wait, wait, wait. What will we do while we wait?" That's what he sang while the noodles boiled. Then tonight when it was time to get in his pajamas he started singing "Pajama T-i-m-e! From my head to my toes in my night time clothes!" I just love these little things that he does.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-10719026721310074382009-10-08T21:15:00.001-07:002009-10-09T21:33:22.602-07:00{october 8, 2009}<div style="text-align: left;">~thursday~<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNRb0_nbgxW5qXSf9np8G3jvXhYew9tIpexF4jWNh9tfo89GRjTB_GQsGB7z8VPwj6ZSF_dz3B3m3_4M4o8X4eUeX9t4JTJwieVJO8LlYc4fh04i0E1IIr_poorIgRzycOFZ_51Zakfwo/s1600-h/10-08+Danielle%27s+baby+shower.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkNRb0_nbgxW5qXSf9np8G3jvXhYew9tIpexF4jWNh9tfo89GRjTB_GQsGB7z8VPwj6ZSF_dz3B3m3_4M4o8X4eUeX9t4JTJwieVJO8LlYc4fh04i0E1IIr_poorIgRzycOFZ_51Zakfwo/s400/10-08+Danielle%27s+baby+shower.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390820280974532178" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">I don't know if I've ever done so much in one day when I've had sooooo little sleep! This was the full blown chocolate-sugar-sweet-brown-green-baby-love spread for my sweet niece's baby shower. I was cleaning, baking and decorating up until the last minute. I always seem to work that way. I got about 4 hours of sleep due to a misunderstanding, a very early (5:00am) scheduled 5 mile walk with a friend, spending a few hours to fix before mentioned misunderstanding and then all the above mentioned preparations for said shower.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Exhausted, I was, at the end of this day.<br /><br />Yes that was "YODA" talk...ha, ha, ha. I crack myself up.<br /><br />But at the end of the day, I had an awesome walk.<br />The shower was a very fun success. Thanks to all who helped and came. <br />Relationships all around are going good.<br /><br />Give me my bed.<br />night<br /></div>mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-34694327786268912992009-10-07T21:33:00.001-07:002009-10-09T22:04:58.327-07:00{october 7, 2009}~wednesday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWvARkCHXBYDZoNBz_otm1Ib_vcyfb-3U8_V_0Dw35UELe9La881FEbU8WpqA3ZzkIww8MGAwK05yMvY7CBAVAhC2bW5CwmTxiWjSe6mF3_9cb_5JEyr1DR4r2Rmf-BhyphenhyphennAhxH5aAeaej/s1600-h/10-07+car+wash.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKWvARkCHXBYDZoNBz_otm1Ib_vcyfb-3U8_V_0Dw35UELe9La881FEbU8WpqA3ZzkIww8MGAwK05yMvY7CBAVAhC2bW5CwmTxiWjSe6mF3_9cb_5JEyr1DR4r2Rmf-BhyphenhyphennAhxH5aAeaej/s400/10-07+car+wash.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390825260131685410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Got a ton done today. My friend came over and helped me finish up in organizing and going through all of Lucas' toys. In the process we were able to clear out all the clutter that has made his and Chase's room a disaster zone. It feels so good to get SOME organization in place. I feel I have so far to go, but at least I'm getting somewhere. Thanks friend, for your help.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Lucas was so excited after I picked up from school and told him we were going to get the car washed. I meant to just get the quick, cheap wash. Instead I blurted out the name of the more expensive detailed wash and didn't realize it until he came back with my credit card receipt. Oh well, maybe that will teach me to slow down and be in the moment.</span>mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-34955644606701844022009-08-27T21:36:00.003-07:002009-08-28T12:27:22.280-07:00{august 27, 2009}~thursday~<br />Okay, so the day didn't start out with me making breakfast, but yesterday when I made Belgian Waffles, I froze extras for today. My kids still think I'm great. Today we had a <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KtcXCNRwBlg">professional dancer</a>, he's the son of a lady in our ward, come to our church and teach us how to Salsa and Samba. This video is of the Cha Cha style of dance. The class/dancing/workout was amazing! I felt like a fool trying to do the moves of this dance, but it was most definitely a workout! I'm sore in places I didn't realize even had a muscle...LOL! I was glad for this workout, because then I was lucky enough to go meet my sister, her husband, my brother and his new wife at this awesome little Italian Restaurant called Roma Garden. The food was more than yummy...I've already dreamed about going back to have the dish my sister and her husband ate. With the salsa dance workout and the pasta, "Just roll me to my bed and leave me be." <br /><br />This is a strange phenomena to me. I'm positive that we've had hotter days than today by almost 7 degrees, yet today seemed exceptionally HOT! Just like in Utah where I remember getting tired of the cold, I'm getting tired of the hot. The only difference is that the cold goes on for months after you've had enough. At least the heat isn't going to continue another 2-3 months. I hope.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-27177826970198607562009-08-26T21:11:00.004-07:002009-10-09T21:03:14.553-07:00{august 26, 2009}~wednesday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXizN4U1tm_LgirxtKZTvcM3dPjhdwCZSYcMn87mG5MNqK5h69fU6omk8O-N_-7GkFw2xzgnQ_X5Mh-_zoAwYKd_PLvSKOJ1cA7wss-_2F8RKs1lctuR-xiHhxm4sSPxLdKyiEn-ju9A2k/s1600-h/08-26+IKEA.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXizN4U1tm_LgirxtKZTvcM3dPjhdwCZSYcMn87mG5MNqK5h69fU6omk8O-N_-7GkFw2xzgnQ_X5Mh-_zoAwYKd_PLvSKOJ1cA7wss-_2F8RKs1lctuR-xiHhxm4sSPxLdKyiEn-ju9A2k/s400/08-26+IKEA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390810311266954498" /></a><br />Would love to re-do my kitchen like this!<br /><br />Today was one of those days that you look back on at the end of the day and wish like crazy everyday could be like that. Actually made breakfast for my kids today. Yeah...okay...I know that probably drops me down on the "Best Mom Meter" but that's why I said a day like today is what I WISH it could be like everyday. Most of the day was just filled with being really productive, which lately has been very elusive for me. I'm certainly not trying to blame all this on losing Mark, but being a single parent (not by choice) is very lonely and harder than I'd like to admit. My dear friend is helping me organize. We made a plan and headed out to IKEA to get some things to use for organization. Had fun. Took the longest route to and from the store and it's not close as it is. Thank heaven for good company. Taking care of other aspects of my life and feeling happier about the direction of things as the day comes to a close. I hope tomorrow will continue on with the same energy and attitude. Crossing my fingers.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-32032667163136901982009-08-25T22:51:00.006-07:002009-10-09T21:03:26.742-07:00{august 25, 2009}~tuesday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkA3MvArJ-sHsSP6ZWAk2mIEdNU5q_bUhbisPxt2jKefMFZKpwQdb2eOvGbFczFCKx7SvBSbi7T881aL4UApEPa6saa_Q4Mn9GedkblrUtlNsUeaULS3YgijyBz8VBBDGLPQ3Me21icAbK/s1600-h/08-25+love+notes.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkA3MvArJ-sHsSP6ZWAk2mIEdNU5q_bUhbisPxt2jKefMFZKpwQdb2eOvGbFczFCKx7SvBSbi7T881aL4UApEPa6saa_Q4Mn9GedkblrUtlNsUeaULS3YgijyBz8VBBDGLPQ3Me21icAbK/s400/08-25+love+notes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390814631060854066" /></a><br />Today, tonight, right this very second, I decided that even if I didn't take a picture today. This really is about journaling and keeping a record of this year. So, whether I have a picture or not, I'm going to journal. I'm way too behind, because I'm always so worried about getting the pictures up, but then I forget the real feelings and happenings of the day.<br /><br />It's been a rough couple of weeks. I've been on this emotional roller coaster, and it's been exhausting to say the least. I'm hoping that things are going to level out, but it's possible things will stay the same. Once again, I am in awe at my children. I try to be strong for them and give them the support they need. Occasionally, however, they are my support, and they humble me with their Christ-like love. Tess has always had a tender heart and she has matured so much since Mark died. I know she still has fun and is able to be a child with imagination and play, but she has a heart that puts mine to shame sometimes. On monday, I had had an exceptionally emotional day. Not really sure why, but I was still a mess as I left for the Open House at the high school. When I got home, I found these two letters on my bed, and the tears flowed. Tess had helped Lucas write me a note, and he colored a picture on the back of "mommies sad face". Knife to my heart! Then the sweet words of my darling Tess...she has so much love to give and such a love for life. I'm gonna kick myself someday if I don't treasure her and adore her even more than I already do.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-61620406714851075422009-08-12T23:34:00.001-07:002009-09-08T12:00:46.843-07:00{august 12, 2009}~wednesday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNUObg8-wBkABOtT7qxl6XbvoIFnJqoBdsIO-UemQ0Fq8Lapob6XrBv3daDzcoaLM97bqwwGbTor9rw7Z4uhrHUTASXo3CRJH51s9HwKU2KIVuTcbk6j7kqXaRe6msOHYspuQMLKvZfRE/s1600-h/08-12+Dilly+Bar.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxNUObg8-wBkABOtT7qxl6XbvoIFnJqoBdsIO-UemQ0Fq8Lapob6XrBv3daDzcoaLM97bqwwGbTor9rw7Z4uhrHUTASXo3CRJH51s9HwKU2KIVuTcbk6j7kqXaRe6msOHYspuQMLKvZfRE/s400/08-12+Dilly+Bar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379172208086313442" /></a><br /><br />I can say without a doubt that I have experienced things in the last few years that have made it very clear how Heavenly Father can take my burdens. I have to admit however that when I'm feeling so confused and lost and like I want to run away and hide in cave, it's hard for me to REMEMBER to lay my burdens at His feet. Well last night as I finished the day feeling all those negative feelings, I remembered! I didn't know what else to do but turn it over to Him, and have faith that He would take care of it. So let me tell you about today. I didn't wake up feeling peaceful and have this amazing answer pop into my head that solved all my problems. No...I still woke up feeling lost and frustrated. I had to pray constantly today just to keep calm. I wanted to take action. I wanted to DO something that would fix it. (I wish eating this Dilly Bar would have been the fix, but alas, it was not. It tasted great, but the problem still existed.) I was having a hard time being patient. I wanted the answer or the fix now. I like to control my life, so this was extremely vexing for me. Well, as the day unfolded small little things happened that finally resulted in a culminating experience that had me sitting in awe and peace as the day came to an end. It wasn't an easy ride. I wish I didn't have to have days like this, and yet I have to say I'm grateful. Grateful for His love for me and His patience. I'm grateful for friends that play their part in bringing the plan together. I'm grateful for those who were inspired to call me and inspired in what they said. I wish I could remember this experience every day, but I know I won't. Isn't this why we have to go through things over and over. We need the practice to become closer to perfect. I am being perfected every day. I know I'll never be perfect, but that's why the Savior's gift is so important.<br /><br /> ~ Be still, and know that I am God. ~ <br /> Psalms 46:10mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-78265468214779204082009-07-26T23:33:00.007-07:002009-08-25T22:18:10.839-07:00{july 26, 2009} The uncensored, entertaining ramblings of a 3 year old - late at night!sunday<br />I was checking out Facebook. Lucas is in bed next to me. He wanted to sleep with me tonight. We were going to bed late, but we started at least an hour or so ago. He's been quiet where I thought he had fallen asleep then he would say a few things and be quiet again. Then he started talking. He didn't even wait for me to answer most of the time. It's so funny how his mind goes from thought to thought, and so I just started typing everything that I could as it was coming out of his mouth. This is what took place over the next 20 minutes.<br /><br />Lucas: When I was big like Tessa. When I was 10. I was, I was a baby, and when I was born like a baby, I was stronger like George of the Jungle. (Starts singing)<span style="font-style:italic;">George, George, George of the Jungle Strong as he can be. Watch out for that belly button.</span><br /><br />(He laughs at himself. He thinks it's funny to use different words for "tree." He used one right after belly button that he knew was a bad one.)<br /><br />Lucas: That was disgusting. I shouldn't say that, should I?<br /><br />Me: No, probably not a good word to use.<br /><br />Lucas: Yeah, (singing) <span style="font-style:italic;">George, George of the Jungle Strong as he can be. Watch out for that lamp</span>. When I was 3 I was good. When I was little I was 6. When I was just a baby, I was 3 like a baby, cause my name is Lucas Baby. you're gonna be little in like 2 minutes, yeah, you are. You're so cute like a baby! Mom when you were a baby, you were born. (Not a question, but a statement) And what's you're number. <br /><br />Me: I'm not sure what you mean by that. <br /><br />Lucas: Your number is 6, 12. Grandma is the same order as you. Mom I'll do the key and get the mail for you okay. Hey mom, I'll click when I play Blue Clue's. Can I play Blue Clue's tonight? (It's 11:38 pm) You know the Upside Down show? Yeah. It's funny, but I like to go to bed and sleep. I'm just kidding, but I'm not gonna say kidding when I go to sleep. I'm SO kidding. What about no covers, I can just use my snugly. Do you like covers on? I don't like covers on. I just like my snugly. When Noah babysits you, do you want to watch Pikachu? I'll babysit you at mom's house. I'm going to take a picture of you when you were a baby. (My camera is here next to me.) I was just kidding of taking a picture of you when you were a baby. I was taking a picture of you when you were a baby. I want to take a picture of your lap.<br /><br />(I take off the lens cap, turn it on, and show him which button to push. I also tell him he has to look through the little hole.)<br /><br />Lucas: I can't see.<br /><br />Me: Look through the hole. See my hand? (waving it in front - big smile appears on his face)<br /><br />Lucas: I want to take a picture of you and the lamp. Which button do you press? (Chase come in the room) Chase I'm gonna take a picture of you. <span style="font-style:italic;">Flash</span>. Chaser, I did it. <br /><br />Chase: You almost did. <br /><br />Lucas: Chase take a picture. <br /><br />(This is the picture Chase took. I was going to stop typing what Lucas was saying, but then he said this:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmkd-cCdR5MpfgRO4mpFeZaprMTl9E8IIY6_q3hEiz1SQ-jiC0DDOcUoZwO1A0R1qQBbXiSGSX0fXUBdh0axT55qOkVAH_nBzN4I6U3gvDWrxeLtRp2Xh-AiGPckdG6MyOGCtX8nC2-Lg/s1600-h/IMG_5736.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmkd-cCdR5MpfgRO4mpFeZaprMTl9E8IIY6_q3hEiz1SQ-jiC0DDOcUoZwO1A0R1qQBbXiSGSX0fXUBdh0axT55qOkVAH_nBzN4I6U3gvDWrxeLtRp2Xh-AiGPckdG6MyOGCtX8nC2-Lg/s400/IMG_5736.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050797520394498" /></a><br /><br />Lucas: Mom can I squeeze your mouth and you say pineapple. <br /><br />Me: Okay, sure. <br /><br />Lucas: Okay say Peter Piper Pineapple. <span style="font-style:italic;">Laughs</span>. I'm just kidding. I'm gonna roll over and go to sleep. I'm going to bed, I'm going to bed. (It's 11:50)<br /><br />(Five seconds later.)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyTkjqSTF2hviNU__WYbL0SDx0myzaAoOUs4Taskm8XAikDmEr5u8YD9-4SMchx04xLOPSo6f4eqp4a-0Md8SyuJ9127vj1cWWMGl61I27o3GWxnpMb8_QbN49tHAjTjUVAYdqPOqYNNu/s1600-h/IMG_5738.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUyTkjqSTF2hviNU__WYbL0SDx0myzaAoOUs4Taskm8XAikDmEr5u8YD9-4SMchx04xLOPSo6f4eqp4a-0Md8SyuJ9127vj1cWWMGl61I27o3GWxnpMb8_QbN49tHAjTjUVAYdqPOqYNNu/s400/IMG_5738.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363050806216054482" /></a><br /><br />I wish I had record of these kinds of conversations from my other three children when they were little. What I wouldn't give to know back then what I know now.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-25907405802253303892009-06-27T09:30:00.004-07:002009-08-25T22:36:54.353-07:00{june 27, 2009} Time is short.~saturday~<br />So, here I sit, <span style="font-style:italic;">just thinking</span> about many different things. On Wednesday, my dear friends little boy was in an accident and he did not survive. The next day as I was driving back home from visiting Utah, I thought continually how short our time can be with the ones we love. I wish there was a way to remember that exact point every second of every day, but unfortunately I don't. I cried for a long time as I thought of their pain, and how intense it must be to have it happen so suddenly. People used to ask me if it was harder or easier to go through the months with Mark being sick, knowing he was going to die, compared to a sudden death. It was hard, very hard, but at least we had talked about many things and did as much as we could with the knowledge that our time was short. For this dear family, he was with them one moment and gone the next. I know their faith is strong and I know they believe in the atonement and that brings peace. However, the grief and pain can be a test some days. It was hard to imagine in the immediate aftermath of Mark's passing that I would ever be happy again. But I am happy! Sure, I still have sad times, like when I visited Mark's grave while visiting Utah. It caught me completely by surprise. I don't believe that's where Mark is, so his grave is just a symbol. Yet, as I walked up to the headstone and saw his name permanently etched with both a beginning and end date to his mortal life, I cried. It's hard to explain the emotion behind those tears, when I don't know exactly myself. I'm not sad for me. I'm not sad for Mark. I most definitely know that he is just fine where he is. My point is that time really does make a difference. You never stop loving the people you lose, but you are able to keep living. That's what they want for us. They don't want us to be miserably sad the rest of our mortal lives. My friends were able to donate vital organs from their son to other children. I'm sure that was a difficult thing, yet to think of the increased hope of survival and a better life for those other children had to bring some comfort to my friends. Where one life is taken, others might be saved.<br /><br />I think the thing that triggers my tears is that I'm sad for my kids. I've thought a lot about this lately. They are strong and I know they are going to be fine, but I struggle with how to manage all the things that will come their/our way. I don't want them to forget about their dad or not know about him and his life. Especially now that I'm dating. At some point I will likely get married, whether it's to this man or someone else. So how do I bring another man into my life and my kids life and yet still share with my children everything about Mark they need and want to know. It's a much different situation when you are widowed rather than divorced, because I still have a very loving and close relationship with Mark's family and always will. I will always think of Mark with much love and devotion. So take all that and now add a new man. I have very strong feelings for this man I'm dating. I hope it will continue on to something more serious, but even saying that is hard, because it seems that by saying that it means my love for Mark is leaving. Yet I know it isn't, but how is that possible? How can I still love Mark and now love another man. Most days I don't think about it so hard, I just let things take there course. I constantly find myself in a state of wondering, "just how did I get right here where I am with all the blessings and trials, and how on earth am I going to keep going and survive it all." Then Lucas asks for another Graham cracker, Tessa asks if she can go play with her friends and Chase and Patrick tease me for the hundredth time; and suddenly I'm distracted from my deep <span style="font-style:italic;">thinking</span> and I get back to LIFE.<br /><br />Which, by the way, reminds me, I'm totally behind on my {365} pictures and journaling. I have nearly all the pictures for the last month and a half, but for some reason I keep putting off doing the journaling. That's one of my top priorities next to getting my pool fixed. AAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-56881007301825809482009-05-17T21:56:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:47:35.462-07:00{may 17, 2009}~sunday~<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPDcb49dMePcBjdN6pPw7n0koATLc0Vctg-2KIVC1-LU4oI8iex8KY-gWTy7TE3wti7Opxy3PZd_9SqkvJBYqQPII7j9rE7w6WNqPPrakJ2JFtqcd0NSecpL475BdyhpZ5OOh4HTIfD7v/s1600-h/05-17+bald+eagle.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiPDcb49dMePcBjdN6pPw7n0koATLc0Vctg-2KIVC1-LU4oI8iex8KY-gWTy7TE3wti7Opxy3PZd_9SqkvJBYqQPII7j9rE7w6WNqPPrakJ2JFtqcd0NSecpL475BdyhpZ5OOh4HTIfD7v/s400/05-17+bald+eagle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338142311097718962" /></a><br />On friday, as I most likely took my last drive up to Montana Academy, we spotted this Bald Eagle. I was worried about being late, but I couldn't pass up the opportunity to photograph this majestic bird right there next to the road. I can't even explain the sheer thrill and awe that I was experiencing. I have always loved birds of prey. I look for them constantly, and I get excited every time I see one. This, however, was one of those experiences I will never forget. It seemed like a symbol somehow. I don't know...maybe that sounds crazy, but I still get chills when I remember how I felt in those few moments I allowed myself to enjoy the "fUN of getting there."mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-58036556563260064882009-05-10T22:19:00.002-07:002009-08-25T22:26:38.120-07:00{may 10, 2009}sunday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxsuHyJ9rE9p5JfYj0wuJ_n2WrBtz_s7oGdgjOWGs04g3ud8QEWXhvso8Qi0r2gTxIne3RHJKTb1OdT820jaHUFdkiEc212ErwmBaSl8FxUGIx4xHubtTuDzbup6zYWov42LcoXXdR3Dz/s1600-h/05-10+Morgan%27s+play.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUxsuHyJ9rE9p5JfYj0wuJ_n2WrBtz_s7oGdgjOWGs04g3ud8QEWXhvso8Qi0r2gTxIne3RHJKTb1OdT820jaHUFdkiEc212ErwmBaSl8FxUGIx4xHubtTuDzbup6zYWov42LcoXXdR3Dz/s400/05-10+Morgan%27s+play.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134199693083954" /></a><br />Yesterday, after the birthday party, we all went to see my other niece as the lead in ~Romeo and Juliet~. She did a fantastic job. I love theater. I love to go to the theater. I enjoy performances at every level. I love to be in plays. There's such a rush being able to stand in front of a crowd and act out a story. I've been able to be so many different characters. It's definitely something I'm grateful to have had in my life. I'd like to be able to do it again someday, but even if I never did, my memories on the stage are pure joy.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-76181762729326583062009-05-09T22:07:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:14:30.336-07:00{may 9, 2009}saturday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYHEoNofJGSgcIzfiObHQvlu0NGhJy_y1GkegYBxcCzg-9ipHYInTUPJwJpk2QaseB0FLp4uh8N9ilFtG7fsyEs3zX1cl3WDjjuFc9EUUD8P3NaVzHhBuzR09NEYK2-xdnn7rvfb_vmsC/s1600-h/05-09+Jess%27+bday.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIYHEoNofJGSgcIzfiObHQvlu0NGhJy_y1GkegYBxcCzg-9ipHYInTUPJwJpk2QaseB0FLp4uh8N9ilFtG7fsyEs3zX1cl3WDjjuFc9EUUD8P3NaVzHhBuzR09NEYK2-xdnn7rvfb_vmsC/s400/05-09+Jess%27+bday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134192967511490" /></a><br />First of all, isn't my niece beautiful? We got together to celebrate her birthday today at my sister's house. We had a great barbecue, did a little swimming and enjoyed cake and ice cream. You know what I was thinking? This, right here, is a huge part of what makes life so great. Family being together. Laughing and having fun. Making memories and celebrating important events. I'm grateful for family. I am extremely blessed to have a family that enjoys being together.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-5986083350520730672009-05-08T21:52:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:14:52.838-07:00{may 8,2009}friday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQS9StvhDqlPUBbnELxNgcSEq4gxBO4zj69m3O7Nz1eMFzLdhguyGruF6DK8f6V4EDepracpBm4jRQVU_bUtOKSMLq72g-I1nlSEu776XmxeTrnBvy4KB9rqlXCTaJRX6xpUi6KaAJUF2t/s1600-h/05-08+friends.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQS9StvhDqlPUBbnELxNgcSEq4gxBO4zj69m3O7Nz1eMFzLdhguyGruF6DK8f6V4EDepracpBm4jRQVU_bUtOKSMLq72g-I1nlSEu776XmxeTrnBvy4KB9rqlXCTaJRX6xpUi6KaAJUF2t/s400/05-08+friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338134192681842882" /></a><br />When I looked outside to check on all the kids. I saw the girls, all huddled on the trampoline playing "phone line." Is that the name of it? We used to play this at slumber parties. That was a big thing when I was in grade school. It's so different now. Back then, someone would invite 10+ girls over for games, food, staying up late, playing pranks. I don't know how our parents put up with that. Those were really fun times. It's sorta, kinda, sad that it's just not possible to do that kind of thing anymore. It's great to see that some of the old fun never dies. The girls were laughing and giggling about the mixed up messages. Their joy and innocence is such a pleasure, and takes me back to a fond memory.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-26762161603123976422009-05-07T22:03:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:05:15.784-07:00{may 7, 2009}thursday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oU99Bpaw07_wmkzebzUxnMy6M328Uu72zLZ7Rl5MnQffhSCN7GVPqNtdPc7eZXr5i5bH6uQ0hz1sKuQ8wiLj-9Zirz95r7EpeYw1zLOGAakTpLFfvWsclhQeecKcqET5IW_xzouWT4_7/s1600-h/05-07+Christ.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-oU99Bpaw07_wmkzebzUxnMy6M328Uu72zLZ7Rl5MnQffhSCN7GVPqNtdPc7eZXr5i5bH6uQ0hz1sKuQ8wiLj-9Zirz95r7EpeYw1zLOGAakTpLFfvWsclhQeecKcqET5IW_xzouWT4_7/s400/05-07+Christ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338132879250450994" /></a><br />It never ceases to amaze me how much peace and comfort I find when I go to the temple. The worldly cares and concerns are no longer weighing me down, and I am able to feel the spirit of our loving Heavenly Father in his holy house. I am so grateful to be able to go into the House of the Lord and find the solace I need within it's walls. Truly He loves us and invites us to come to Him and find peace.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-69249578778351126692009-05-06T22:01:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:15:09.113-07:00{may 6, 2009}wednesday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-jW5tptqF0mnzpDEw95QGJ_1C5M2gPREj1lmvVovJJ_ceDUkQwRSXb5FXdWiHCqBRCknVr8NSiwr14_tdU8g0kUdL3l0r_fWzZqSlmxdlzzFZ9K5Cr_x53HUcX-JCSzxg_3Th5Cn38rR/s1600-h/05-06+Sun.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv-jW5tptqF0mnzpDEw95QGJ_1C5M2gPREj1lmvVovJJ_ceDUkQwRSXb5FXdWiHCqBRCknVr8NSiwr14_tdU8g0kUdL3l0r_fWzZqSlmxdlzzFZ9K5Cr_x53HUcX-JCSzxg_3Th5Cn38rR/s400/05-06+Sun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338132877797280978" /></a><br />This day, I remember today too well actually. Some days in our lives are profoundly etched into our memories. Time does very little to diminish the memory of the feelings and happenings of the day. Because this is so public, there are some things I cannot share in my journaling. I've thought about whether it would make more sense to put some things in a private journal, but then I think there are some things I would never really want anyone to read. What I do know is the sun shines every day whether we can see it or not. There may be clouds in the sky with rain or snow pouring down, and even though we cannot see the sun. It is always there. Some of our days may seem overcast and dreary, but if we remember that our Heavenly Father is always there, then we can find peace in the storms.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-45466879607320267972009-05-05T21:57:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:15:28.759-07:00{may 5, 2009}tuesday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxGIhEV-8NpecGJS3VYsIxyrsXPbEv8ofhytxzBPNzCPz_YQSzjM_0JhYlXHjD9s2OUD4zHtDxgR5tBf0Gh-dU6NUX-JSO5X7IK8PnfqHEfIjrnPvRwsjfA5_0pKrxLOicTqxlSrFAL6S/s1600-h/05-05+Lucas+and+friends.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSxGIhEV-8NpecGJS3VYsIxyrsXPbEv8ofhytxzBPNzCPz_YQSzjM_0JhYlXHjD9s2OUD4zHtDxgR5tBf0Gh-dU6NUX-JSO5X7IK8PnfqHEfIjrnPvRwsjfA5_0pKrxLOicTqxlSrFAL6S/s400/05-05+Lucas+and+friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338132872643662258" /></a><br />I feel equally blessed for Lucas' sake that we have friends right here in the neighborhood for him to play with. He still loves playing Legos. Playing Legos with friends, makes for a very happy boy.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-64037806286191745742009-05-04T21:54:00.001-07:002009-08-25T22:18:44.860-07:00{may 4, 2009}monday<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXydgvqpVClOY1QTaIDodDaECYbpYe69cMVAxVgckFjPR8gZy8_vsVwRdfV5wV1j9OrdmQuB24xoonM74Nws9hda-kaCchLCcWjxMkPwgepo9IlUtpZaqTkRYjwP9ayucQ22ivwdNtkotq/s1600-h/05-04+Tess+and+friends.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXydgvqpVClOY1QTaIDodDaECYbpYe69cMVAxVgckFjPR8gZy8_vsVwRdfV5wV1j9OrdmQuB24xoonM74Nws9hda-kaCchLCcWjxMkPwgepo9IlUtpZaqTkRYjwP9ayucQ22ivwdNtkotq/s400/05-04+Tess+and+friends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338132863123036242" /></a><br />Today-the actual day I'm journaling this week of pictures is August 20. I think some of the emotions are lost from what was really going on for me this day, and what I was thinking. I do know that as I look at the face of my sweet daughter, she is happy. She has good friends and she's loving life. I know that she has a strong faith and belief in the atonement. She amazes me with her ability to move forward in life even though her daddy is gone. I am grateful for her and her spirit. She is truly an angel in my life.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-31800001075169624722009-04-27T12:43:00.001-07:002009-07-26T01:24:44.932-07:00{week of apr. 27 - may 3}sunday, may 3, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiunA3BrLJY8QHy_6YN0gvfHbPCFsxece2W-ypUsn6WL1y7EwPbrGChrDAZB08X35wxYZGFHSnyDMXgPaywlgImTJKYXv0e9oiWmMMkuI1tXhVH1Ypb4A-S7_gBAbhS1TxfU8focz_6zxrh/s1600-h/05-03+chase+fishing.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiunA3BrLJY8QHy_6YN0gvfHbPCFsxece2W-ypUsn6WL1y7EwPbrGChrDAZB08X35wxYZGFHSnyDMXgPaywlgImTJKYXv0e9oiWmMMkuI1tXhVH1Ypb4A-S7_gBAbhS1TxfU8focz_6zxrh/s400/05-03+chase+fishing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338130304685453314" /></a><br />Chase had tried to fish a little yesterday with no luck. He tried again this morning with no luck still. I've noticed for myself that fishing isn't always about catching fish. You put in the work and the effort with HOPE that you will catch a fish. Sometimes we have to go back again and again before we catch one. And the joy when we do catch one is thrilling. The best thing about this day was waking up to the beauty, peace and stillness of nature and then following that up with the beauty, peace and stillness of the spirit. Correlation = aren't we supposed to be "fishers of men?" Don't we need/want to keep trying again and again never giving up HOPE that we will bring someone to the truth and light of the gospel. <span style="font-style:italic;">Just Thinking</span>.<br /><br />saturday, may 2, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJ_3Qx6UZ_Y6fKRo7uYAH-MJ77caFTLxrJ8-HrMC3bBOyXWV5vJRNo1BkkGeyEZ1kdftKXR0C5YW6O-PUV74kk6NxSx_ievjFOirwIIj_0I0ZbvObKQgAKFtTK5XzFeK_g5UchV6keQSe/s1600-h/05-02+camping+trailer.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiJ_3Qx6UZ_Y6fKRo7uYAH-MJ77caFTLxrJ8-HrMC3bBOyXWV5vJRNo1BkkGeyEZ1kdftKXR0C5YW6O-PUV74kk6NxSx_ievjFOirwIIj_0I0ZbvObKQgAKFtTK5XzFeK_g5UchV6keQSe/s400/05-02+camping+trailer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338130300500757890" /></a><br />Went camping for a quick over-nighter at Lynx Lake in Prescott, AZ. Ate yummy steaks and potato salad. Went for a night hike around the lake. Taunted some poor lake birds. Sat by the fire. Roasted marshmallows. Had such a fun and relaxing time.<br /><br />friday, may 1, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhc9k2pZ2V9QvkzD8Tk6IOjKRfE63aKzoPSE5FiCPvE2wJzBkCRJkRGKnohxkibOJWq-eaxi1d7Z8yUuwGGtU6OoMlGq2WvsnAM70Z8Ky6o8_-4LlzvqRmhP_AQ_6iPfVak4eHi3-oJjT/s1600-h/05-01+the+puppies.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAhc9k2pZ2V9QvkzD8Tk6IOjKRfE63aKzoPSE5FiCPvE2wJzBkCRJkRGKnohxkibOJWq-eaxi1d7Z8yUuwGGtU6OoMlGq2WvsnAM70Z8Ky6o8_-4LlzvqRmhP_AQ_6iPfVak4eHi3-oJjT/s400/05-01+the+puppies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338130295521555138" /></a><br />Tonight Doug and I went to celebrate the birthday of our friend Emily. When we arrived at their house for a BBQ we were introduced to the newest members of their family. Hailey and Comet (left to right, girl and boy.) They were the sweetest little things. So new. They were shy, but curious at the same time. Our friends have only been married a few months. I hope adding puppies is a good thing. They already seemed like lots of work while we were there. Of course it made me "puppy hungry," but as I watched them spend so much time taking care of them, I also remembered why I don't want a dog. My poor kids - they suffer because of me.<br /><br />thursday, april 30, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZJYwimR9oKqq43AbPKFcY4M6VlILFYZAb6oisI_u-Xdhi5xpocQpzxSVqLloWzQkJKVFXAtXDmcxSIwuglXpuDj7Bb5NRV3UIREuI8aHN2cuKh3k0Q4BuC7z8Oog1TsLf714L8U-aHw2/s1600-h/04-30+Lizard.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ZJYwimR9oKqq43AbPKFcY4M6VlILFYZAb6oisI_u-Xdhi5xpocQpzxSVqLloWzQkJKVFXAtXDmcxSIwuglXpuDj7Bb5NRV3UIREuI8aHN2cuKh3k0Q4BuC7z8Oog1TsLf714L8U-aHw2/s400/04-30+Lizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995677584056594" /></a><br />Isn't he cute? No really, isn't he beautiful. I saw him from my upstairs window. Darting from a large Purple Lantana, across the driveway and up toward the front door. I grabbed my camera and raced downstairs. I couldn't believe my luck when I opened the door and there he sat emerging from the Yellow Lantana near my front door. I literally had seconds to snap this picture before he was gone. <br /><br />wednesday, april 29, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Jtktu_M-d7mo2J_kmQLDkuSdm5v_V0Pd9D0a9LlohJZ9nT9XgxfiPmWj53IZ3OE3Hv-PG1WeyiTa_VkrSbhYKhJa2IrAnJu3NP9qXc4N-j6ajkf5YPQkwAwj80u2pMEaNg4h7F5CS-2-/s1600-h/04-29+nest+on+towel+rack.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0Jtktu_M-d7mo2J_kmQLDkuSdm5v_V0Pd9D0a9LlohJZ9nT9XgxfiPmWj53IZ3OE3Hv-PG1WeyiTa_VkrSbhYKhJa2IrAnJu3NP9qXc4N-j6ajkf5YPQkwAwj80u2pMEaNg4h7F5CS-2-/s400/04-29+nest+on+towel+rack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995669087765314" /></a><br />Seriously????? We've already gone through two nesting's on the vent from our fireplace of presumably the same pair of morning doves. There was a picture of the first nest back in March when the babies where only days from leaving the nest. On the 14th of April I have another picture of the pair on a nest on the vent. When the second set of babies had flown I took down the nesting materials and pulled up the chicken wire so it wasn't a nice little scooped out place to build a nest. Now anyone who knows me, knows that I love wildlife and nature and watching this miracle is fun and educational, but the mess right in the middle of my back porch is not my favorite, thus the attempt at deterring another nest on the vent. Well I succeeded in preventing that location, so they moved just a few feet down the porch onto my nice soft towels on the rack near the pool. Lovely. Third time in 3 months!? Maybe, hopefully, this is not the same couple. Oh well, we'll be the proud family of two more baby morning doves in a few weeks time.<br /><br />tuesday, april 28, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SIz3rjwqZJ6NcQ3Ov8YaimJDommWG1ugfGBBtHuYxo8hgKwy6TIHHTgvuoUSm1t5UO1-Hzp8F-Rg3ioaqJnMia-E1Guynb1NzS-uMLnVM3ZQYOvQRiM0VANswWNF0xNGFK7WjEbOTQbs/s1600-h/04-28+Ceramic+Frog.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5SIz3rjwqZJ6NcQ3Ov8YaimJDommWG1ugfGBBtHuYxo8hgKwy6TIHHTgvuoUSm1t5UO1-Hzp8F-Rg3ioaqJnMia-E1Guynb1NzS-uMLnVM3ZQYOvQRiM0VANswWNF0xNGFK7WjEbOTQbs/s400/04-28+Ceramic+Frog.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995654744883058" /></a><br />Tess and I had a "date night" tonight. We went to one of those places where you pick out a ceramic piece of your choice and paint it, leave it for a few days for them to fire it and then whaalaa - how do you spell that ? - you pick up a glossy finished absolutely beautiful work of art to take home. We painted it together and had such a nice night together. Someday, this incredible daughter of mine, will be wanting to spend her free time going on dates with boys instead of her old mom. I'm so grateful for a few more years.<br /><br />monday, april 27, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WL08f-X2D6bW1-yYd12int9U_sSc6Jx9osuow3Fg132P_Uc8vw7LqweGaeUmNdXVWGeXbOdWjG79DvEWpBzz7JDriyeIuzutK-TnjKMslWLDiC6C12CXqgMfj10ubwiIQ2r2E8-ZjUdf/s1600-h/04-27+In+my+mouth.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WL08f-X2D6bW1-yYd12int9U_sSc6Jx9osuow3Fg132P_Uc8vw7LqweGaeUmNdXVWGeXbOdWjG79DvEWpBzz7JDriyeIuzutK-TnjKMslWLDiC6C12CXqgMfj10ubwiIQ2r2E8-ZjUdf/s400/04-27+In+my+mouth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337995652336858258" /></a><br />Sometimes I'm grasping for a POTD. This would be one of those, and yet it's the cute simple pictures and happenings that we so easily forget. Lucas really wanted me to get a picture of what's inside his mouth, and as soon as I took it, he wanted to see it. He's fascinated with pictures of himself. Therefore, he still wants to have his picture taken. This phenomenon might not last too much longer, so I take full advantage of it.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3894136784486825641.post-42806375776488048062009-04-20T00:39:00.001-07:002009-05-12T10:21:05.716-07:00{week of apr. 20 - apr. 26}sunday, april 26, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXIelm4D1iyPq-e_EIXhU2p2KRWhbDJYsV_MX3sEoduUkK7N3z1edrcolmmV_1GPI6lnF_Z71Rn2A3-gOyVcWG0xp4z3k7lXiA9NYjcGD49ElJUbG0lonFfpa0cNY6QloLyQC09CIBOgA/s1600-h/IMG_4403.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJXIelm4D1iyPq-e_EIXhU2p2KRWhbDJYsV_MX3sEoduUkK7N3z1edrcolmmV_1GPI6lnF_Z71Rn2A3-gOyVcWG0xp4z3k7lXiA9NYjcGD49ElJUbG0lonFfpa0cNY6QloLyQC09CIBOgA/s400/IMG_4403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759819559987842" /></a><br />Look at this beautiful daughter of mine. I can't believe how lucky I am to have her in my life. She is thoughtful, giving, happy and really beautiful. I realize over the next few years her teen attitude might take over and things could be more stressful between us as mother and daughter, so I wanted to document how wonderful she is and how blessed I am right this moment.<br /><br />saturday, april 25, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgMn7reaQ7oAcTDlnDUaM4ZJiUbyl5r8H40E8yiNbDe8PGH19tFsahwvzio3YWdurfXWdVoTgfARytf6K8u6k7XviK6nRYqVJDMTdRjHikUkryaBqN5Urj_Bhdt0j2DP3WXPS6zB5DaAm/s1600-h/04-25+Las+Vegas.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXgMn7reaQ7oAcTDlnDUaM4ZJiUbyl5r8H40E8yiNbDe8PGH19tFsahwvzio3YWdurfXWdVoTgfARytf6K8u6k7XviK6nRYqVJDMTdRjHikUkryaBqN5Urj_Bhdt0j2DP3WXPS6zB5DaAm/s400/04-25+Las+Vegas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759812455552114" /></a><br />This was our view from the bedroom suite we had. Rachel has some connections so we were in a really nice room. I haven't been to Vegas {in a hotel/casino} for a very long time. I realized I haven't missed anything. Although I love the fun shows available, I don't love the overall feeling and atmosphere, and SERIOUSLY????, why on earth is this the only place where a non-smoker must inhale a pack of cigarettes just to get from the hotel entrance to hotel room? Let me share a joke I read once. "A non-smoking section in a restaurant, is like having a non-peeing section in a swimming pool." Think about it...funny huh!?<br /><br />friday, april 24, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQP5M9wow9b-JesXMYiQCSLaVHFGSjwysGonZXsniU1Z1TJz6v2nxxLkkUc0pz50xtj7DnR1WQKW_U21RiPSqKINpui7u2OSR-ZEeFltfm7BPfP1fm26T8O3EIan8xehYU5vrOaoGFwya/s1600-h/04-24+Brit%27s+Shower+%232.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQP5M9wow9b-JesXMYiQCSLaVHFGSjwysGonZXsniU1Z1TJz6v2nxxLkkUc0pz50xtj7DnR1WQKW_U21RiPSqKINpui7u2OSR-ZEeFltfm7BPfP1fm26T8O3EIan8xehYU5vrOaoGFwya/s400/04-24+Brit%27s+Shower+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759810228689090" /></a><br />Rachel, Mom, Diane and I left my house at about 1pm and drove to Vegas to attend Brit's bridal shower. Her mom Sheryl is in the middle. Brit is marrying my nephew Michael. I'm not going to make the wedding, so I was really excited to take a girls road trip out for the shower. It was a blast, and then we went over to Brit's house and chatted for awhile. Great memories.<br /><br />thursday, april 23, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zOfs1fzathOfiXo3RiEQ9ePohy0cas203gN44twqk-ap-IUK55KxpoaMnHs0MsNO7eqNvibYRStAu4HX6CosCkSD14R7GQPecqrj-E7eNr6M5xRx5GI6fip7WldetQ_C0-nF_VQblXxx/s1600-h/04-23+J%26D+Anniv.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0zOfs1fzathOfiXo3RiEQ9ePohy0cas203gN44twqk-ap-IUK55KxpoaMnHs0MsNO7eqNvibYRStAu4HX6CosCkSD14R7GQPecqrj-E7eNr6M5xRx5GI6fip7WldetQ_C0-nF_VQblXxx/s400/04-23+J%26D+Anniv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330759806429372370" /></a><br />My sweet sister and her husband Jim are so good to us. They always have us over for dinner. Today was their anniversary. I meant to call all day, but I never did get around to it, I'm pathetic. I know. <br /><br />wednesday, april 22, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg068S8HdbMvs7_bUoRlRxz7kaaea97-Hw1D6aNAaGrbzpNiXqwW_LwFhMIQl_A5CEP5hAmAowDRIuBW8sY7iXp0NWee4xATfc9IxL9a8J1D3_6G36sEoLrYyIO1tyL3kqGYgXYj14WgID3/s1600-h/04-22+Chase%27s+Play.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg068S8HdbMvs7_bUoRlRxz7kaaea97-Hw1D6aNAaGrbzpNiXqwW_LwFhMIQl_A5CEP5hAmAowDRIuBW8sY7iXp0NWee4xATfc9IxL9a8J1D3_6G36sEoLrYyIO1tyL3kqGYgXYj14WgID3/s400/04-22+Chase%27s+Play.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758012911586242" /></a><br />Chase was in a "One-act" play written and directed by a senior in his drama class. He had a big part and he has to kiss the girl in this scene four different times. Poor guy. He did a really great job, and the premise of the play was four different pairs of people - one engaged couple, two sisters, two scam artists and two buddies moving out for school (that's what Chase was) - are trying to see who can last the longest in the apartment. Whoever does gets to stay in the apartment for free.<br /><br />tuesday, april 21, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYCbCXpSKqXXfyznw65VO2SxMRl5y8aInJkNmwU_EJUQXt6EXWZjNGc1mwwn-Wdaf4dnPbRTpEWMFDi9Aq-r9Qs0sHK39aEVT9tukqRPKFTz15MJ5v02SDHbZCPzB6oEEHcSfga1E_oaf/s1600-h/04-21+Gas+Prices.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkYCbCXpSKqXXfyznw65VO2SxMRl5y8aInJkNmwU_EJUQXt6EXWZjNGc1mwwn-Wdaf4dnPbRTpEWMFDi9Aq-r9Qs0sHK39aEVT9tukqRPKFTz15MJ5v02SDHbZCPzB6oEEHcSfga1E_oaf/s400/04-21+Gas+Prices.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758011417654546" /></a><br />I've been wanting to get a picture of gas prices before they go back up. When we moved down to AZ last August, the price was $4 something. I think it got close to $5, but then it dropped. I can't remember when, but I keep hearing it's inevitable that it will go back up again. So here's proof that it was under $2.00 once.<br /><br />monday, april 20, 2009<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgPlLk5vn7lBIrcvK53Uh_sWHQx6UnXeCdQ4yJKj_3ZsZsEwxAUJUGXxgaHkWVC3APylmmtIED51dI64EPespAS39LUdA-PZqi27drtj8lkey__LIOC8wN2X_G0d072TF0IxqG3vdxS5A/s1600-h/04-20+Lucas+Tie.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgPlLk5vn7lBIrcvK53Uh_sWHQx6UnXeCdQ4yJKj_3ZsZsEwxAUJUGXxgaHkWVC3APylmmtIED51dI64EPespAS39LUdA-PZqi27drtj8lkey__LIOC8wN2X_G0d072TF0IxqG3vdxS5A/s400/04-20+Lucas+Tie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330758006351448274" /></a><br />See the cute little tie on Lucas? Well I bought it for Easter. He wore it for Easter, and now we haven't seen it since. How does a tie just disappear? Oh well, it looked cute for the day and who knows, maybe it will turn up somewhere...sometime.mariannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04223186316594236182noreply@blogger.com1