tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13982530557330982812024-03-13T01:55:20.980-06:00Our comings and goingsthe comings and goings of all of us...Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger58125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-86410798320500976412010-01-05T13:29:00.009-07:002010-01-05T13:56:03.232-07:00New year's resolutionsOk, ok...It has now been almost a half a year since my last post, I am sorry to say. I received a pocket size camera from Santa this year which will help ensure my photography desires. I realized that part of the problem is that my camera, which I love, is just too big to drag around.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>I will try to post more this year - because as you all know, we are pretty exciting people (heeheehee)</div><br /><div>Last night, we sat down to make our New Year's Resolutions - one of mine is to be more organized. To finish organizing my house and keep it that way - it will help limit stress, chaos, and bring a more zen like atmosphere to our home. So, wish me luck on that one.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheReeVSiAO6xnY76FGKrj-UpMDdKfPuA_EHHreytCRTMYhYTSCmCaarYggtbZiee7CNRy-eutjqHpR2-7lH4B2zaRqGcN97knUhq3wfj4PVcfuutN5gz4l2nj-3WaZ2vyPkR9zRmMPI4G2/s1600-h/jacob+at+the+dunes.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423357396370767842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheReeVSiAO6xnY76FGKrj-UpMDdKfPuA_EHHreytCRTMYhYTSCmCaarYggtbZiee7CNRy-eutjqHpR2-7lH4B2zaRqGcN97knUhq3wfj4PVcfuutN5gz4l2nj-3WaZ2vyPkR9zRmMPI4G2/s200/jacob+at+the+dunes.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Jacob's goal is to earn his Webelos badge and his Arrow of Light before his birthday. He is also very excited to do his scien<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORYxK4n8XIDiQdtwyA6LASDyIiSvH_NQiizxx4mnHlxtwfcuyAVCsShj6J_zRwrZrFb9JXhn2SljkwnYi5Z7-_fJU00aiJA4ft7oiighUKeNGBKW-7UAbl90UDqqDhX3nGWusOchDMyEl/s1600-h/Spencer+at+the+dunes.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423361810312549186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjORYxK4n8XIDiQdtwyA6LASDyIiSvH_NQiizxx4mnHlxtwfcuyAVCsShj6J_zRwrZrFb9JXhn2SljkwnYi5Z7-_fJU00aiJA4ft7oiighUKeNGBKW-7UAbl90UDqqDhX3nGWusOchDMyEl/s200/Spencer+at+the+dunes.JPG" /></a>ce fair project this year...groan.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Spencer's goal is to earn his Life merit badge by his birthday. And he is really practicing for the jr high basketball team. Another goal.</div><br /><div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ExGGu6lbw7hnP_OCi99nH8zmLp4BjVgflBYI7W_QyTVcuPRP4ts0oKwXEZ7n3TlTI1pW2E_3fiqeQRd3V7-oOkbtITr1QKvHvx79twoeQbeZrLtzlOLIvIOj6nrlg7cpx6PePj3YmrSV/s1600-h/kids+at+the+river.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423359345582960466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ExGGu6lbw7hnP_OCi99nH8zmLp4BjVgflBYI7W_QyTVcuPRP4ts0oKwXEZ7n3TlTI1pW2E_3fiqeQRd3V7-oOkbtITr1QKvHvx79twoeQbeZrLtzlOLIvIOj6nrlg7cpx6PePj3YmrSV/s200/kids+at+the+river.JPG" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div>Robyn's goal is to finish a couple of the values in her Personal progress for Young women's. She will do it too.<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ExGGu6lbw7hnP_OCi99nH8zmLp4BjVgflBYI7W_QyTVcuPRP4ts0oKwXEZ7n3TlTI1pW2E_3fiqeQRd3V7-oOkbtITr1QKvHvx79twoeQbeZrLtzlOLIvIOj6nrlg7cpx6PePj3YmrSV/s1600-h/kids+at+the+river.JPG"></a> </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ExGGu6lbw7hnP_OCi99nH8zmLp4BjVgflBYI7W_QyTVcuPRP4ts0oKwXEZ7n3TlTI1pW2E_3fiqeQRd3V7-oOkbtITr1QKvHvx79twoeQbeZrLtzlOLIvIOj6nrlg7cpx6PePj3YmrSV/s1600-h/kids+at+the+river.JPG"></a></div><div> </div><div>And of course, to have more fun together as a family - this seems to be a goal for the last few years...and seems to be getting harder as we all get a little older...groan. </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9IFYJM6PsAMdFX0AkTqyO2xh0vAEMfQyhIeUmMJzX_IBvY3EOdBQwoZ56XVUbwgwoDnhDik3bqbUcY7L3SpSi6aJxWZGi0SkBWXhC1xzC5rwuceV0jRKj7YXRW0pZ8M5CflQCuImHLOb/s1600-h/Dads+and+Donuts+Spring+2009.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423360003933803442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg9IFYJM6PsAMdFX0AkTqyO2xh0vAEMfQyhIeUmMJzX_IBvY3EOdBQwoZ56XVUbwgwoDnhDik3bqbUcY7L3SpSi6aJxWZGi0SkBWXhC1xzC5rwuceV0jRKj7YXRW0pZ8M5CflQCuImHLOb/s200/Dads+and+Donuts+Spring+2009.jpg" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-76389953946847795552009-07-07T22:52:00.007-06:002009-07-17T01:13:57.347-06:00Throwing the mac around<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnXrP4fKMWQOS3jdFcpn8qpOWIYDNY-Felz3kjvoIjv6jWHbofNEZpTLhaIuDli38Glo425m-C-fwdoBpUBrJOsQWZyhQiuz-fkiYsc9g9U9S2g-3II4B8cmUhxjuqZlrxnEPQOt6fQWF/s1600-h/country+babies.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 158px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359321184640129122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwnXrP4fKMWQOS3jdFcpn8qpOWIYDNY-Felz3kjvoIjv6jWHbofNEZpTLhaIuDli38Glo425m-C-fwdoBpUBrJOsQWZyhQiuz-fkiYsc9g9U9S2g-3II4B8cmUhxjuqZlrxnEPQOt6fQWF/s200/country+babies.jpg" /></a>I have always know I have beautiful babies - not bragging, just fact. They have grown into beautiful kids - not bragging, just fact. I mean, how can you argue with me - even if I am a <em><span style="color:#006600;">little</span></em> biased!!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DyyYgOJmIMNl5J0UKinvxNDrk8W_AozryCqiN5ZwcG0QZAAxHyiE6hzN-mUwVatuoUMQf6iswXqg1fOY8_lsESha-Zt8snbEq4-IXonca8A_MHwdRtPVfstypyRr5b53mhI2HuIh9GiK/s1600-h/IMG_1474.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359321194141908050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9DyyYgOJmIMNl5J0UKinvxNDrk8W_AozryCqiN5ZwcG0QZAAxHyiE6hzN-mUwVatuoUMQf6iswXqg1fOY8_lsESha-Zt8snbEq4-IXonca8A_MHwdRtPVfstypyRr5b53mhI2HuIh9GiK/s200/IMG_1474.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVxTGHK_USWy-eAqlZ0oz7bWwsjb_tun5hNDdAfScvOrNiIEBD5bZP7ymZJYLbN7shWWBZYubcose5rVJ7bMcTBKGppnPXxkpzpy79X_0OEBKiSR-QBGLxI3UUpSRpmMEUgMqTAVIDgig/s1600-h/IMG_1467.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359321188626318914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdVxTGHK_USWy-eAqlZ0oz7bWwsjb_tun5hNDdAfScvOrNiIEBD5bZP7ymZJYLbN7shWWBZYubcose5rVJ7bMcTBKGppnPXxkpzpy79X_0OEBKiSR-QBGLxI3UUpSRpmMEUgMqTAVIDgig/s200/IMG_1467.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujgpVA9R1i7Q4gZYFaNmx3LnqjcCX0F_PW47xVQqjN4NRt9qMXLHgVa4CutwXx7h8o0i_pWfYHA5TfqyqRaaBeILi0QVq-YpCz2XKnAAN2CFKd5QG9HITyEUfkAbfSmAWxL6SHqidKNgc/s1600-h/IMG_1484.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 134px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359321198279606962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiujgpVA9R1i7Q4gZYFaNmx3LnqjcCX0F_PW47xVQqjN4NRt9qMXLHgVa4CutwXx7h8o0i_pWfYHA5TfqyqRaaBeILi0QVq-YpCz2XKnAAN2CFKd5QG9HITyEUfkAbfSmAWxL6SHqidKNgc/s200/IMG_1484.jpg" /></a><br /><div>But lately, it seems that others are noticing. </div><div>Jacob has had a few neighbor girls fall for him this summer. One little girl told him she <span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong><em>loved</em></strong></span> him. Now, she is a beautiful girl, and I don't hate that at all. </div><div>He came home from the park a few days ago and told me this little story.</div><div>He ran into some neighbors who were out playing. One of the girls told him how cute he was and that <strong><em>his butt was shaped like a <span style="color:#ff0000;">heart</span>.</em></strong> And then brought him a popsicle. I couldn't stop laughing. I didn't even know how to respond. He just blushed and laughed right along with me.</div><div></div><div><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em>I tell you what, back in my day, I would never have used that pick up line! </em></strong></div><div> </div><div>But I gotta tell ya, it just may have worked on this kid!!<br /><br /></div><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-28856017117436787762009-06-02T09:29:00.004-06:002009-06-02T09:54:54.789-06:00Such a slacker!Man, I have been such a blog slacker! I never think about how long it has been between posts. We just get so busy with life - getting ready for school to end, baseball season, yard work, regular work. I know everyone has it - but I'm not busy with your life :) <div> </div><div>We've had a 4th grade program with Jacob and his classmates singing about Utah history. Really cute job. We had our 6th grade Monster Ochestra concert - with nazi conductors - but the kids did really well - Robyn plays the violin and Spencer plays the cello. And we have only gone through 4 strings this year!</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcR6iS-G9pHac0GuoXgEl138aD3K3MtdnIvZpfYPuwH1Sdq_usDy_po9hX5BVQRs0aGf4jZwtudbMviPNka5VKLcUZ-sxpICXP2z9J7JFVCrfFQmS_MG-TIprUUFO1WGFmyJJND2gdvcot/s1600-h/IMG_7606_1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757333495366706" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcR6iS-G9pHac0GuoXgEl138aD3K3MtdnIvZpfYPuwH1Sdq_usDy_po9hX5BVQRs0aGf4jZwtudbMviPNka5VKLcUZ-sxpICXP2z9J7JFVCrfFQmS_MG-TIprUUFO1WGFmyJJND2gdvcot/s200/IMG_7606_1.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Then we had the 6th grade musical - Dig it. All about the different civilizations they have learned about - Mesopotamia, Greece, China- I'm not sure what else.</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLH2hTDgr0OE7VfSUzxJwx9x9QQd-5omgTooA7woiFZhAO0Tlb-WRD5jiH73Dv_EbLnG5phqbcYO67iUf5u9t6uGMSfis0ZQivqYqoRok3r1dWS3W09zDsgkzB5X8UektITj65QNjrqBu/s1600-h/157.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342757975065220242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLH2hTDgr0OE7VfSUzxJwx9x9QQd-5omgTooA7woiFZhAO0Tlb-WRD5jiH73Dv_EbLnG5phqbcYO67iUf5u9t6uGMSfis0ZQivqYqoRok3r1dWS3W09zDsgkzB5X8UektITj65QNjrqBu/s200/157.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jacob's best friend who lived next door, had to move with his family, and as you can see from this pix, it was a very emotional night! So sad, even Cindy and I started crying. He then proceeded to milk it for all it was worth - I'm too sad to do my jobs, I'm too sad to sleep - I need to watch tv, I'm too sad to go to church. It then just became pathetic.</div><div>Hopefully, a really great family will move in so that he can have a new best friend.</div><div><br />And now, we patiently await Friday - the last day of school - 6th grade graduation, early dismissal and then party time. I am just looking forward to sleeping in and goofing around, at least for the first few days. </div><div>Ah, Summer, summer, summer time...</div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-47610673066272558082009-03-15T18:29:00.003-06:002009-03-15T18:36:55.458-06:00Tour de CureThe second annual Dixon Family Tour de Cure ride is upon us! Yes we have decided to ride again in the tour. This year Betsy and I are bringing the whole family along and a few other family members and friends along. We have created a great team...<span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>Team BLOOD SUGAR DADDIES</strong></span>!! We would love your support, follow the link above for our friends/family team, keep in mind though that I am the only one listed, the rest of the family will be signed up by the end of the week. We are planning to ride for 25 miles. The ride is June 13th and wish us luck, some us will need it!Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08124297885003511270noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-72208980088594235972009-02-25T14:26:00.002-07:002009-02-25T14:47:28.474-07:00I'm done with this family!I don't know about any of your families, but our family is full of 5 very passionate, very strong willed personalities. And lately, there has been an awful lot of clashing - especially when it comes to the children! I know, surprise, surprise. Lately it seems that they begin fighting with one anther the moment they wake up - I mean, literally - eyes pop open and the screaming and yelling commences! It gets especially testy in here when mom and dad are a little testy. I know, surprise, surprise.<br />Anyway, last Sunday as we were getting ready for church (which I'm pretty sure is supposed to be a peaceful and calming experience on our souls, but somehow we are missing it), Kent, who I swear has to be early, and me, who I swear has to be right on time or late...hence the testiness, were trying to get everyone ready to leave with as minimal amount of stress as possible. Jacob and Spencer began their usual rowdiness, this time fighting over the bathroom sink and the toothpaste - we are talking fisticuffs here. When all of a sudden there was a very loud squall "I'm am done with this family! So done!" and the pounding began.<br />Here is the trouble with things like this, neither Kent nor I could stop ourselves from laughing to really figure out if it was the whole family or just Spencer. It took us off guard. But it apparently made Jacob feel better just to scream it out.<br />The moral of the story - just let it out! When we get to our limit, just shout - I'm am so done with ...!you fill in the blank. I'll let you know how it works for me next time - you might even hear me shout it out!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-50874462741563132342009-01-10T22:04:00.005-07:002009-01-10T22:31:07.939-07:00Women of StrengthI know I am really behind on the blogging lately. Just know that our Christmas was really great! Thanks to everyone who sent us gifts, cards, loves, and prayers. We loved every one of them!<br /><br />I guess I have had a rough day - stress, challenges, frustrations - so while I was checking out my friends blogs, I saw this video. It was such a great reminder to me of all my sisters and friends. How lucky I have always been to have their support and strength. They have always helped me on my rough days, have made me laugh so hard I almost wet my pants, sing Mama Mia so loud and even get up and dance! Thanks to all of the strong women in my life. Thanks for loving me no matter how nasty I am when in need of a little sugar (or applebee's apple crisp - ha ha). I love you all!<br /><br />So, take a look and yeah, I did cry (big shock, I know).<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_4qwVLqt9Q"><span style="color:#330099;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u_4qwVLqt9Q</span></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-21938744834243128002008-12-07T20:50:00.005-07:002008-12-07T21:04:27.141-07:00It's the most wonderful time of the year!I love Christmas time. I love the lights, the trees, the decorations. I love the treats, the music, Santa and his elves. I love the nativities, the Christ child, the miracles of the season. I know that not everyone loves this time of year. I know that for some it is one of the hardest times of the year. I know there is stress and craziness. I have experienced it all - the sadness, the worry, the stress, the craziness, the loss of a loved one. But, I love this time of year.<br /><div></div><div>Maybe it is the spirit of that Christ child who is touching so many all at the same time. Maye it is the beauty that can make people want to be kinder and help others. Whatever it is, there are incredible miracles and tender mercies for all who seek. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp30W9NgYc7jinzZJEgTJW5wytxiJFPOXJnPrAg7HIenYrUvzjhCQvyk-rV_pQrZx7mxmYcIkLFAsUKfqy_GxYDsW2-nkubGgygiVIAKLM-wzvCwgBIN9AE8aGsXMQ5997wEZBK_AgGARr/s1600-h/following-the-star.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277263677637547250" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp30W9NgYc7jinzZJEgTJW5wytxiJFPOXJnPrAg7HIenYrUvzjhCQvyk-rV_pQrZx7mxmYcIkLFAsUKfqy_GxYDsW2-nkubGgygiVIAKLM-wzvCwgBIN9AE8aGsXMQ5997wEZBK_AgGARr/s200/following-the-star.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div>We have an Arnold Friburg print in our living room titled "Following the Star". It stays up all year long. It serves as a simple reminder that if I follow the Star, I might feel of the love and tender mercies of the Lord. It reminds me that this life is a journey. People come and go, lives change, circumstances change. But as we each follow the Star, we will feel of a love a Christ who lived and died for me. For that, I am grateful.</div><br /><div>Merry Christmas!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-81370197513325296292008-11-17T23:02:00.007-07:002008-11-17T23:20:22.061-07:00This would be a good birthing song<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68R9zEvXRWQDudfAZz69RyTf3L73I3FZQQocpl95plRStSaG6cXfr25pvzAFCIAprttWb1SjLL3iB4H1MG5iFOTZvT6Ebppc_FSTXaj8_zW9bAdWhuMRY5GTBSla6a8WBkC4lmHALOeeD/s1600-h/IMG_6038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269878217285698898" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68R9zEvXRWQDudfAZz69RyTf3L73I3FZQQocpl95plRStSaG6cXfr25pvzAFCIAprttWb1SjLL3iB4H1MG5iFOTZvT6Ebppc_FSTXaj8_zW9bAdWhuMRY5GTBSla6a8WBkC4lmHALOeeD/s200/IMG_6038.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is the kid who told us he was born to be funny! No question about that.</div><div></div><div>I know I took off the music, but you really need to hear it at least for this post.<br /><br />Not sure who my son is hanging out with, but...<br />After a rocking ride jamming out to Salt n Peppa in the car, this was his comment -</div><div>"Mom, this would be a good birthing song. Ah, push it!"<br />The laughing commenced, again.<br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><strong>Apparently our car is the best place for us to have any sort of important/hysterical discussion. Keep that in mind before you let your children ride with us!</strong></em></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-47901539206842026402008-11-12T19:11:00.005-07:002008-11-12T19:41:33.926-07:00Year of the crystalIt's mushy...beware!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Q-qhWYyHwExvg9D_9Wh1ZIF4_NnolkJGdtrC52Px7MIqOlFavKqhrhvAncNc-xGn3zftXvWEK2nOtAOviuvNLUoHo3YVre6nPR9Xv7NcFTE6GDU3JHy2vRphm05t7lNJzG7pQ4Cd5oqK/s1600-h/Scan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267963215946038770" style="WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-Q-qhWYyHwExvg9D_9Wh1ZIF4_NnolkJGdtrC52Px7MIqOlFavKqhrhvAncNc-xGn3zftXvWEK2nOtAOviuvNLUoHo3YVre6nPR9Xv7NcFTE6GDU3JHy2vRphm05t7lNJzG7pQ4Cd5oqK/s200/Scan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Happy crystal anniversary, baby!! It is hard to believe that it has been 15 years ago today that we were married forever. Look how young and skinny we were then! I'm sure you were just glad to actually get me to the alter, huh?</div><div>You are my best friend. You have made this journey we call life so much better than I thought it could be. You have given me love, laughter, 3 beautiful babies (well, they are beautiful because of me. Come on, you can admit it...). You have been my strength when things are hard and yucky. You take care of me when I can't do it myself. You have made me laugh with you and at you and at myself. You have been a great sparring partner and a better lover. You are my best friend. I love you with all of me! I love you, Kent. Thanks for making my life a wonderful one.<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUF93FmizTSX8bmE7D7__LyE8K9oxCr5KHta5hyphenhyphen4ihF-pjCDiLSj8XrJue40Ff_fQlhovFYdQ5E2DxlLSngTmVPDHvgUi0_r0CUjqBu9mVZ0TOcwmR5YxohzADF8KZPsEAPGMs-y0CMEw/s1600-h/Scan.jpg"></a></div><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUF93FmizTSX8bmE7D7__LyE8K9oxCr5KHta5hyphenhyphen4ihF-pjCDiLSj8XrJue40Ff_fQlhovFYdQ5E2DxlLSngTmVPDHvgUi0_r0CUjqBu9mVZ0TOcwmR5YxohzADF8KZPsEAPGMs-y0CMEw/s1600-h/Scan.jpg"></a></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-52916320204609510742008-11-06T21:26:00.005-07:002008-11-06T21:38:29.914-07:00I'm a Utah Man, Sir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nct1iUjI82ak-hbX5Q28rWQRFMty-zsbTqXrtdOvcfYaCY3suBlh_tr15-5d9BpMwIOS7J0Jg8wYM8tstlheSdpqbz01pQ27Fd4TVse1crhpiSAPpATUO0FhMmHJi_c6XaVD5_ekjdwE/s1600-h/1226031178.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265768215312943554" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9nct1iUjI82ak-hbX5Q28rWQRFMty-zsbTqXrtdOvcfYaCY3suBlh_tr15-5d9BpMwIOS7J0Jg8wYM8tstlheSdpqbz01pQ27Fd4TVse1crhpiSAPpATUO0FhMmHJi_c6XaVD5_ekjdwE/s200/1226031178.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivu6Bgch6VLJT7fIA4YBhZsr33QQs6FpVDHmWqPaV8o-ZQISlrc9OAdeXHwT1lY2xnYZVi0MnjCtuHqKkDyuBmnL_PYkimpK8ypBaWZdkPxyjgfcGYHLbkZhk2oxnH0vElzwPEOqUFeVwT/s1600-h/ute+football.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265767785705252738" style="WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivu6Bgch6VLJT7fIA4YBhZsr33QQs6FpVDHmWqPaV8o-ZQISlrc9OAdeXHwT1lY2xnYZVi0MnjCtuHqKkDyuBmnL_PYkimpK8ypBaWZdkPxyjgfcGYHLbkZhk2oxnH0vElzwPEOqUFeVwT/s200/ute+football.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><span style="font-family:arial;">Down with TCU - unlike poor old BYU - we took care of business!</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">Utah 13</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;">TCU 10 </span></div><div><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></div><div> </div><div>Now, Bring on the cougars!<br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div><br /></span></span></div><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-11283943969113894582008-11-04T19:32:00.006-07:002008-11-04T20:01:44.438-07:00Costumes, candy, & candidates. Oh My!I have notices that I am a little behind in the halloween postings. We had a long, busy all hallow's eve. But, boy, were our bags full of loot.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_DEqB2SeL3Yk0dZQr1lT2mw-P-UYBuMBV8dMqVXIJZ62UhFn6UZBBfgf7712LaHIB7ZIjdJtKJTV5tG6GhsVIMv5VQe4pscaO1reV7uA4eNEcFU89-Pvafzdzw8_EBfuJJFprmzyhhxJ/s1600-h/IMG_6095.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264997320479652962" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK_DEqB2SeL3Yk0dZQr1lT2mw-P-UYBuMBV8dMqVXIJZ62UhFn6UZBBfgf7712LaHIB7ZIjdJtKJTV5tG6GhsVIMv5VQe4pscaO1reV7uA4eNEcFU89-Pvafzdzw8_EBfuJJFprmzyhhxJ/s200/IMG_6095.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PNuOuS1v7__63ffp6vWsUA7gho75Tn0GmMyUEpNkCBOobjJaJ_uCSfJXqdCZ9cpV-qYphekc0VlYjvKIg856mo5rm08n-Y1OkL9vNWLbzCDRYKLg3mhy0il9zmhfMGin_XQbxFGxgLZx/s1600-h/IMG_6096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264997323011012210" style="WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5PNuOuS1v7__63ffp6vWsUA7gho75Tn0GmMyUEpNkCBOobjJaJ_uCSfJXqdCZ9cpV-qYphekc0VlYjvKIg856mo5rm08n-Y1OkL9vNWLbzCDRYKLg3mhy0il9zmhfMGin_XQbxFGxgLZx/s200/IMG_6096.JPG" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_0zTw6KMAl_5La005S0CJwjTNmXnom4i-Vid7nD9F4rmYNKvIUKqzZOcdAzBiV3lU9ETvFAfkj8y9iWGRzzjn4D-FmXKaTtVJh87VJK9sEtEJmd_snd-ZB0lME5CgqH06Bvoc_nKRzOr/s1600-h/IMG_6094.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264997310955667986" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_0zTw6KMAl_5La005S0CJwjTNmXnom4i-Vid7nD9F4rmYNKvIUKqzZOcdAzBiV3lU9ETvFAfkj8y9iWGRzzjn4D-FmXKaTtVJh87VJK9sEtEJmd_snd-ZB0lME5CgqH06Bvoc_nKRzOr/s200/IMG_6094.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div>I can't believe it is November. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66cb37NyvKdik4mHkLcR6EwLiQRDucVjLStfiSBUT0dh1kDAlfSykPeTSfbvrskliR4jKQ9AvIANJEhE45l0lZANlEppM7UQlqMwTjM6LXCdOt0Y1x94ta8WeZwMvYQk2WyFN-5DPFAUA/s1600-h/election_ballot_box_2.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264998488591180530" style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 69px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi66cb37NyvKdik4mHkLcR6EwLiQRDucVjLStfiSBUT0dh1kDAlfSykPeTSfbvrskliR4jKQ9AvIANJEhE45l0lZANlEppM7UQlqMwTjM6LXCdOt0Y1x94ta8WeZwMvYQk2WyFN-5DPFAUA/s200/election_ballot_box_2.png" border="0" /></a></div><div>As I was voting today, no lines, just in and out, I was thinking that this was one of the very first times I did not take my kids with me to the polling location. They have come with me to vote in every election until recently. They have a strong grasp on the importance of voting. This year, they had the opportunity to vote in a mock election in school. It was interesting to hear the reasons why they chose to vote for their particular candidate. "He will be the first black president!" "He will raise our taxes" (like they pay taxes yet, but sweet to think of the rest of us). "I can't remember". It made me stop and think. What an amazing country we live in. Even though our systems are a little screwy sometimes, it is an incredible place to live. And how sad it is that it was such a hard decision to vote this year because I didn't love either candidate - it was a lesser of the two evils for me. I also realized how little research I had done on the judges to vote on. I know, most people don't. But there were so many to vote on and I was only familiar with one - Judge Lyons. He will always have my vote for what he has done for our family. But the others, I didn't even know there names. I was an uneducated voter, I guess. </div><div>I always leave the polling place and wonder, did I make the right decision. Sort of like buyer's remorse, I think. Then I just take a deep breath and know it's too late to change my mind now, so, I go home and pray that whoever wins will remember how they got there, who they are serving and working for, and that by the end of their term, they will make my family better off than when we started. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-46918411749197134122008-10-30T22:44:00.002-06:002008-10-30T22:59:51.617-06:00Birds do it, Bees do it.I know I am really behind. I know everyone is anxiously awaiting my post of Robyn & Spencer's 12th birthday party - which was a total blast if I do say so myself. But I will do that later.<br />The other night we were in the car coming home from my mom's and Jacob says he knows where babies come from. This was kind of out of the blue so I said Where?<br />J: The mom hatches an egg and the baby comes out.<br />me: ok, sort of. What does the daddy have to do with it.<br />J: The mom and dad get together and have (loudly)S(whispering)e-x. That's how they hatch the egg.<br />me: How do you know this?<br />J: Robyn and Spencer (I didn't tell him, no-uh, no way, as they slink lower and lower in their seats)<br />me: It's no big deal - this is natural. Why don't we talk about it a little? Where does the baby come out (this was really more for Kent and my curiosity - I mean, come on. you can only imagine, can't you)<br />J: The baby comes out of the mom's penis or where it would be if she had a penis (more groaning of embarrassment from the peanut gallery in the back).<br />By this time Kent and I are laughing hysterically. Never fully surprised at what comes out of Jacob's mouth. His mind just tends to go places the other two never talk about.<br />We finished up the confab after giving correct names to all the body parts and answering a few more questions, and even more embarrassing groans from the 12 year olds.<br />So much fun!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-25726588212256268102008-10-15T18:17:00.002-06:002008-10-15T18:44:22.072-06:00Tagged???but not Betsy!So I was tagged by my brother-in-law, Ben. Well you've heard Betsy's answers so here are mine, although most of them may be duplicates since our 15 year anniversary is quickly approaching.<br /><br />5 -Things I was doing 10 years ago - trying to get through school with twins, a beautiful wife and a small apartment. Working at RC Willey for pennies on the dollar, driving my Gumby Green Geo that we got from Brandy.<br /><br />5 Things on my to-do-list - Provide the neighborhood shuttle for Cub Scouts! Gotta love Scouts! Seriously I love it!! Clean the house, clean the bathroom, help get ready for birthday party, and start to get ready for Pack meeting, (Scouts gotta love it, it is my life!!) Lastly, finish Mom's house soon!<br /><br />5 Foods that I love - Just about anything Cajun, thanks Betsy for introducing me to the wonderful world of southern living! Cheesecake, any kind any time! Pretzels and Cheezwiz, gotta love it! Pretzels period and cheese period.<br /><br />5 Things I would do if I won the lottery or if I was a billionaire - I don't count the 'textbook' answers everybody else gives (pay-off debt, pay-off house, invest, go on a vacation, etc) I would buy a forest in Montana <u>and</u> Alaska, build a sizable cabin in both places and live there during the summer months. In the winter months I would live on the private island I purchased off the coast of the Florida keys, with a private golf course and several cabanas overlooking the ocean. I would also build a large salt water aquarium in each home to have a shark tank everywhere I lived.<br /><br />5 Bad habits - reading everyone's blog, spending too much time with scouts, sleeping in, clutter, yelling at the kids.<br /><br />5 Places I have lived - Virginia, London, Salt Lake City, Layton, Provo, (yuk)<br /><br />Well, there it is for the world to see and so in following the tradition of my loving, beautiful wife...I will save all of you and tag no-one unless you want to share your personal business.Kenthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08124297885003511270noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-88239437108566886842008-10-15T13:32:00.002-06:002008-10-15T13:33:06.651-06:00This one is for all my twilight lovin' friends<a href="http://twilightersanonymous.com/Quizzes/Find-out-which-female-character-you-are.html" title="Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the TwilightersAnonymous.com Quiz to Find Out!"><img src="http://www.twilightersanonymous.com/files/files/banner_ima_esme.jpg" width="200" border ="0" height="300" alt="I'm a Esme! I found out through TwilightersAnonymous.com. Which Twilight Female Are You? Take the quiz and find out!" /><br /><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:78%;">Take the Quiz and Share Your Results!</span> </a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-3878920928824809112008-10-06T23:25:00.004-06:002008-10-06T23:33:13.873-06:00I am Iron Man! Driving around in my mini van!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtOFQLDfWhb42hzWUpJ4oLxts0BBBatPcca0wj9God6gA6A2s2B6CimS0GEu1gcUT6BmVLwhIqt26vFaHkNYIMXizP1zDfflFqzYFwju4IfPg7nsGzrQBAztbJXOEE_v8d22iHbq_4GFm/s1600-h/iron+man.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254279161880086226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQtOFQLDfWhb42hzWUpJ4oLxts0BBBatPcca0wj9God6gA6A2s2B6CimS0GEu1gcUT6BmVLwhIqt26vFaHkNYIMXizP1zDfflFqzYFwju4IfPg7nsGzrQBAztbJXOEE_v8d22iHbq_4GFm/s200/iron+man.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I<span style="font-family:verdana;"> did forget to tell you the funniest part of the weekend. We finally got to watch Iron Man, the movie. My sis, Cindy, was over, and we popped popcorn and curled up with our blankets and such. After a fairly embarrassing scene for the children (having to close their eyes and mute the sound), it was a pretty good movie. At the end, the kids were going up to put on their pjs and we could hear Jacob singing the song. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">"I am Iron Man. Crashing into things with my own van!" Not really the lyrics of the song. But from there began the giggling and making fun and even better lyrics - which are really funny since Kent drives the van! And so, the theme song, "I am Iron Man. Driving around in my mini van!" We decided to get it on a vinyl sticker so he can put it on his back window along with his KISS stickers. He can pimp out the van! And if you happen to see him driving around, you may want to avoid him at all cost. His theme song tells it all,</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;">"I AM IRON MAN! CRASHING INTO THINGS IN MY MINI VAN!"</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-90512066190084235342008-10-06T22:46:00.004-06:002008-10-06T23:21:45.988-06:00The Chronicles of DixonWow what a week we have had! I was filling in for our office administrator who was taking some well deserved time off - the advantages of your mother being the boss.<br /><div>Anyway... Apparently, auctions are all the rage in the kids' classrooms this year. </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254275003763070418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBM02BWbBJey8DsxRZc1VdhmxgRGJn2YtEGmAqnU749vvFJ7oWjN2Q24TfP1bMXeDcu07taeH-vmhiZkHgGggVJVNLSBKqchU8JfFfBS_unxgwdLokivNCfxXEi6tF3zxi9awJSEPaRA_O/s200/betta+fish.jpg" border="0" />Spencer got to bring home the betta fish he won in his class auction on Wednesday. I must have missed the memo that said live animals are welcome. I'll admit, I was tempted to grab the neighbor's cat who likes to leave his dna in my backyard, and send him packing to the auction, but I calmed down. His fish is named <strong>Brick</strong>. Don't ask me, I have no idea. The really bad thing is that his fish can't go in the big aquarium with other fish so Spence is all on his own.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD4bE-gnrS5-zJgoT7p9MHrKu2xVmwaVwuoZVSRfs0tw0eSDOVreRxl3qhI3axcH_mLt6lixXyoYMFsYTOv9H5PI0Y1Egp2TdoAr5c7OfQdukXD_2GuAxazOrxzxmOaAHcULERlwPZlAP/s1600-h/images.jpg"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254274713710187602" style="CURSOR: hand" height="88" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYD4bE-gnrS5-zJgoT7p9MHrKu2xVmwaVwuoZVSRfs0tw0eSDOVreRxl3qhI3axcH_mLt6lixXyoYMFsYTOv9H5PI0Y1Egp2TdoAr5c7OfQdukXD_2GuAxazOrxzxmOaAHcULERlwPZlAP/s200/images.jpg" width="76" border="0" /></em></a>So, on Friday, Jacob calls my phone to tell me that he won an <strong>Easy Bake Oven</strong> in his class auction. Again, the frustration was hitting. I had to sign a paper giving my permission for Jacob to bring anything to auction, but nothing giving permission for what he can win??? </div><div>So he calls to tell me he won and that all he needs is a light bulb and the ingredients. I say <em>STOP!!! DON'T TOUCH IT. I promise to help you when I get home. Leave it and DON'T TOUCH IT!<br /></em><strong>A few minutes later</strong>, I get another phone call. He found a 60 watt light bulb and he just wanted to try it out. Again I said, <em>STOP!!! DON'T TOUCH IT. I promise to help you when I get home. Leave it on the table and DON'T TOUCH IT!<br /></em><strong>A few minutes later</strong>, I get another phone call. Are you sensing the pattern here? Mom, he says, I just put the light bulb in, I didn't turn it on, but guess what it fits! (This is where the pot boils over.) I said, <em>I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE IT ON THE TABLE. IT IS DANGEROUS. I GUESS IT GOES IN THE GARBAGE SINCE YOU DELIBERATELY DISOBEYED ME. LEAVE IT ALONE. DON'T TOUCH IT AGAIN. I WILL DEAL WITH YOU WHEN I GET THERE.<br /></em><strong>A few minutes later</strong>, I get another phone call. This time it is Jacob requesting to go to his friends house, we'll call him Freddie (names have been changed to protect the presumably innocent). I replied to him that I was not home yet and couldn't take him to Freddie's house. Freddie lives a few miles away. I told him that we had plans for later that evening, and there wouldn't be time to play today. Maybe he and Freddie could play another day.<br /><strong>A few minutes later</strong>, Kent gets the phone call. Couldn't you just leave work long enough to take me to Freddie's house and then just go back to work. (The downside of Dad now working less than 2 miles away). Kent reminds him that we had plans for later that evening, and there wouldn't be time to play today. Maybe he and Freddie could play another day.<br /><strong>A few minutes later</strong>, Freddie gets a call. My mom and dad can't bring me to your house. Maybe you can come to get me. And having a really special mom, Freddie does. So, hopefully, Jacob and Freddie had a really great time, since it is the last time for a very long time that will happen. Kent arrives home just in time to see Freddie's mom dropping off Jacob and the real sparks begin. Jacob is grounded from All friends for 1 week. He lost his computer priviledge for 3 days and he has to rebuild our trust in him. He destroyed that and he has to rebuild it. And on Saturday, he had no TV except conference (probably not the greatest punishment, but let's be honest, when you're 9, it's pretty good), and he had to work.</div><div>So we went to my mom's to work and Jacob and Kent were repairing the stairs. He did ask Meemaw to play on her laptop, but I got to her first. About an hour later, he asked me how much trust had I regained in him. I quickly said, NOT ENOUGH. GET BACK TO WORK! </div><div></div><div><strong><em>And work he did.</em></strong></div><div></div><br /><p></p><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-28591700570758685242008-09-29T19:18:00.003-06:002008-09-29T19:33:00.586-06:00Let me just vent for a minute.I have decided that while I originally started this blog for our family that is so far away to be able to keep up with us, it is turning out to be more of a funnies and thoughts and memories for me.<br />And today I have just had it with some people. I have very rarely met someone who is so hateful and manipulative of other people. But, unfortunately, I have come across a couple of them as of late. Now, I realize that maybe I am not the easiest person to get along with. My friend once told me that I intimidate people. I really don't believe that, but I suppose it is possible. I just really have such high expectations of myself and therefore of those around me. I hope that it doesn't hurt people's feelings. I have, however, really had it with those who deliberately hurt people and manipulate them to be able to get what they want out of a situation. They are mean and hateful all to make themselves look better, when in reality, they are miserable with themselves. I also know that it shouldn't bother me as much as it does. I should just shake it off and let them be miserable by themselves or with those few people who find them acceptable. It just is very difficult when they lie about me or those I love - blatently lie - especially to people who know better.<br />So, I am sure that I will one day have to face God and be judged for not forgiving them or not loving them. I accept that. I hope that one day, I get to be the fly on the wall when they get to be judged. I wish that people could just be good people - or at least try to be good people. It would make this world a much better place.<br />Anyone out there know what I mean? or have any great ways to deal with these hateful people? Cause right now, the only way I am dealing with it, is to get really angry and vent on my blog. Hmmmm. (Or slap my husband with a catalog - see Buffy's blog <a href="http://buffy-mac.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-women-need-catalogs.html">http://buffy-mac.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-women-need-catalogs.html</a>)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-57763829509241433612008-09-29T19:00:00.002-06:002008-09-29T19:17:44.294-06:00I've been tagged by Heather, damnit!<em><strong>10 years ago I was...</strong></em><br />1. Chasing twin toddlers (whew! glad that is over)<br />2. Living in a teeny, tiny apartment (whew! glad that is over)<br />3. Taking classes to become a tax consultant (whew! glad that is over)<br />4. Trying to find Betsy, not the mother of the twins (whew!.. wait, somedays I'm still doing that)<br />5. Helping Kent get through college (whew! glad that is over)<br /><br /><em><strong>5 things on today's to do list...</strong></em><br />1. Work! Sales meetings, clients, etc<br />2. Grab something for dinner<br />3. Meet with Red ribbon week chairperson and principle<br />4. Family home evening - if we're lucky!<br />5. Get to bed at a reasonable hour (who am I kidding, that'll never happen)<br /><br /><strong><em>5 snacks I enjoy...</em></strong><br />1. Diet Dr Pepper - I love the bubbles<br />2. Ritz crackers and peanut butter or cheese<br />3. Chocolate<br />4. Chocolate<br />5. Chocolate<br /><br /><strong><em>5 things I would do if I were a millionaire...</em></strong><br />1. Pay off my house<br />2. Pay off student loans (see above)<br />3. Buy a car that is way more reliable than my Taurus piece<br />4. Hire a housekeeper to come in once a week to handle the mess of the Dixon household (won't show you how much of a mess)<br />5. Save, save, save<br /><br /><strong><em>5 places I have lived...</em></strong><br />1. Right here where we live<br />2. Salt Lake City, Utah<br />3. Baton Rouge, Louisiana<br />4. Princeton, West Virginia<br />5. Elkins, West Virginia<br /><br /><strong><em>5 jobs I have had...</em></strong><br />1. Realtor<br />2. Office Manager<br />3. Tax Consultant<br />4. Teacher<br />5. Engraver and key duplicator<br /><br /><em>Rules: Each player answers the question themselves. At the end of the post the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to their blog and leaves them a comment letting them know that they've been tagged and asking them to read your blog. Let the person that tagged you know when you've answered the questions on your blog.</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong><em>I tag...</em></strong><br />I am pretty sure that everyone I know has been tagged. If you haven't, I'm sure you're day is coming. But, no offense, I will spare you the agony! Just kidding. It is actually kinda fun, thanks Heather. Love ya!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-34731070351745945542008-09-10T22:01:00.006-06:002008-09-13T23:43:18.881-06:00I'll be honest with ya, I love Jesus, but I drink a littleSo my sweet sister, Buffy, sent me this link to a clip from the Ellen Degeneres Show - and I have not laughed so hard in a very long time. I was rolling on the floor, laughing out loud! I hope you get at least a smile out of it. Otherwise, maybe you should drink a little - heeheehee<br /><br /><a href="http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/ellen-gladys-hardy-p1.php">http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2007/ellen-gladys-hardy-p1.php</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-83329866680147468572008-09-01T20:50:00.003-06:002008-09-01T20:54:39.142-06:00Fantasy FootballAh it is that time again - when the weather is cooling off and the football begins. Spencer is playing tackle football this year with the Colts - he plays either defensive end or wide receiver. It is his first year at tackle, but has played flag for several years.<br />And it is time to start up the fantasy football leagues. So, this year we decided to play a league with our family - the kids get totally into it and we have a friendly rivalry between us. Kent's brother, Russell and his gang, are joining us this year - should be fun to run over the Las Vegas side of the family - heeheehee.<br />My team is Team WonderMom - and just for fun, here is my logo - oh and just in case you were wondering, it is a self portrait. :) <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlSTKlzaoxty32P-W7zUl2S6UioVn0Y38O-Y9ZgVaUPeU9vLzeg0iXj6558eIk9W9JVYh5HSW77uthC6CkDNzAYu6IMfXh_YSWHmNoCOHLTD3jdauV48FQeizFHXIHZ9mgk-BXuK403nT/s1600-h/Lynda-Carter---Wonder-Woman-Photograph-C10101726.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDlSTKlzaoxty32P-W7zUl2S6UioVn0Y38O-Y9ZgVaUPeU9vLzeg0iXj6558eIk9W9JVYh5HSW77uthC6CkDNzAYu6IMfXh_YSWHmNoCOHLTD3jdauV48FQeizFHXIHZ9mgk-BXuK403nT/s200/Lynda-Carter---Wonder-Woman-Photograph-C10101726.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241251797089924082" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-20283076580624215052008-08-30T00:39:00.002-06:002008-08-30T01:10:21.389-06:00First Week of SchoolSo, we finally made it back to school this week! YEAH! The kids were ready and I was more than ready for them to get back to class. However, it does mean that my reign as PTA pres begins officially. But, I can get back to my career and such if the kids are in school. <br />We had to go back to school shopping, which is my least favorite thing to do. I guess I am not a shopper - I would rather go in and get out - I really hate window shopping. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFDgGu1_TmI56GOPk2wO72Xw5Qwq5qspMbt3KhJCxJYhbcaTNs9IcMDqG3tkhGTzjmTq1afQDqyfITDXTkHa06-hhCn1HhBfT7FIg1WVvI2MePQvDYoFwP-iOjBX9gq6XWr8qRnp2PGVe/s1600-h/049.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKFDgGu1_TmI56GOPk2wO72Xw5Qwq5qspMbt3KhJCxJYhbcaTNs9IcMDqG3tkhGTzjmTq1afQDqyfITDXTkHa06-hhCn1HhBfT7FIg1WVvI2MePQvDYoFwP-iOjBX9gq6XWr8qRnp2PGVe/s200/049.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240200973671079042" /></a><br />So, take my 3 kids shopping to find their traditional first day of school outfit and new backpacks, shoes, etc, and it was one exciting day. The boys want to wear nothing but slicky shorts and pants - no jeans - especially for Spencer. They however are not really hard to find, except small enough to fit around Spencer's waist. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif92Hk0zlfHMFukPOxJZ_29mcsycTxp_CpLyaDsiUmp17QWqFXuK67MdI9IZdInlP07uFkah1duvoCc7ZXwEEz9gnIKhnTHJQ5M6iE2HJtMQ9p4GDyVLuvVQEpSle5RmhZgtFfES1BDwOj/s1600-h/047.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif92Hk0zlfHMFukPOxJZ_29mcsycTxp_CpLyaDsiUmp17QWqFXuK67MdI9IZdInlP07uFkah1duvoCc7ZXwEEz9gnIKhnTHJQ5M6iE2HJtMQ9p4GDyVLuvVQEpSle5RmhZgtFfES1BDwOj/s200/047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240200968680740962" /></a>Robyn is a little harder. I remember shopping with my mom for things and having the exact same conversation with her - do you like this, hm...I don't know. I guess it is coming full circle.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaYqXfj1g5VxDrYemCsr-EYNprzl8PwZe_BDi4duyCRPaMFUWY4-L-B1Vifl7wXRpuwyZBm6S9zD0HALTX-6DlW3XOLeTcZx3awI1_w0lxLKfv2I58U1mnjmA0H-0swGevK4pdFiRVeuq/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcaYqXfj1g5VxDrYemCsr-EYNprzl8PwZe_BDi4duyCRPaMFUWY4-L-B1Vifl7wXRpuwyZBm6S9zD0HALTX-6DlW3XOLeTcZx3awI1_w0lxLKfv2I58U1mnjmA0H-0swGevK4pdFiRVeuq/s200/051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240200981558086978" /></a><br />So in order to keep the peace, we decided to finish a scooter skirt that we had begun making - actually we needed Aunt Cindy to come and finish it. The pattern says easy to sew, but let me tell ya - not so easy. But it did turn out cute.<br /><br />And so after many weeks of anticipation, the kids had their first day. And were so excited to see all their friends and meet new teachers. It was really fun to listen to them.<br />Then we had Back to school night on Thursday night - where you join the PTA, meet the teachers, volunteer for things in the school. This was my first big thing - and it stressed me out a lot. Actually, I didn't realize how much until today - the day after. I have been completely exhausted all day - trying to work and such. Just feel like I need to decompress. I feel pretty good about how it went - I hope everyone else also felt that it went pretty good.<br />But the most fun part of the evening for me was seeing all my friends and meeting new friends and teachers. So in a way, it was like my first day of school too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-2917444684484024042008-08-23T00:04:00.000-06:002008-08-29T16:12:42.323-06:00Utah JonesWe finally went camping this summer (only once)! And we had a really great time. We went up to Midway to the Wasatch State Park. It was really cool. It is really close to the town - in fact, we had to drive through the neighborhood to get to the campground. We went with our good friends, the Despains, and got to do some fun things. We went on a hike with the camp naturalist & others, by the light of the full moon on Friday night. It was really amazing! The moon was really so bright and it was so peaceful. The kids were pretty nervous about coming across bears or mountain lions or even mountain gorillas (thanks to Uncle Jeff). But no avail. We did see a dog, but he was with his owner also on the hike. <br />Then on Saturday, the kids went to a Junior Ranger program and learned about birds of prey. They got to see wings and birds' feet and go bird watching with binoculars. We did see a falcon being chased by one brave swallow. Not sure how successful it was, but we can hope. Then they were awarded a certificate and badge certifing them as Jr Rangers.<br />And on Saturday night we had a discussion group about birds of prey with the naturalists from the Wasatch and Jordenelle State Parks. We got to see a perigren falcon up close. It was really beautiful. We learned some things about Altair (I guess that is how to spell his name) like his eyes are fixed in place so no shady looks, and he dives down on his prey going about 200 miles an hour and punches it with his feet to knock it dead. It was really interesting. <br />We made mexican smores - tortilla with peanut butter, chocolate chips, marshmallows rolled up and cooked long enough to melt. They were really good. Then on Sunday we went geocaching and actually found it! And as always, we made ice cream in a ziploc bag which was fun and yummy. <br />One of the funniest things was Jacob, of course, since he "was born to be funny". Everywhere he went he had a hat, a walkie talkie, a walking stick, and a pocket knife. He was always prepared. Someone called him Indiana Jones and he said we don't live in Indiana. So the name Utah Jones came to be...Check out his pix.<br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"><tr><td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e4451324d7a51354d513d3d0d0a&campaign=blog_playback_link&blogview=true" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play camping" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e4451324d7a51354d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/></a></td></tr><tr><td align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-61143856188904219862008-08-13T18:59:00.000-06:002008-08-13T19:28:32.793-06:00I wish I had that diseaseI really struggle with people who seem to live in a sheltered little bubble of a world. You know the ones I mean, they have everything they need, nothing traumatic has ever happened in their little world, there is no disease or death, they don't even know what the real world is like. Maybe I'm jealous or really just annoyed! I have never even been able to be in that bubble.<br />I have three auto-immune diseases. That means that my body is attacking itself thinking it is doing its job but really, not so much. The first one I was diagnosed with was Graves' Disease - which is basically hyperthyroidism. After a radioactive iodine treatment, the month before I got married, I have been on replacement thyroid hormones ever since. Not so bad - take a pill 6 days a week.<br />I was then diagnosed with Type I diabetes - while pregnant with Robyn and Spencer. I take 2 types of insulin daily and have to prick my finger/fore arm about 4 times a day to check my blood sugar. This one is a bigger deal, but you wouldn't be able to look at me and know I am a Diabetic.<br />I was diagnosed with <a href="http://www.webmd.com/a-to-z-guides/addisons-disease-topic-overview">Addison's Disease </a>about 5 1/2 years ago. This is a rare condition where my adrenal glands do not produce enough of two hormones - cortisol and aldosterone. Cortisol affects almost every organ in the body and is important for normal body function. The adrenal glands release cortisol to help the body cope with stress from illness, injury, surgery, childbirth, or other reasons. Aldosterone helps the body retain salt and maintain blood pressure (thanks webmd). Without either of these, let's just say, it can be very, very bad. So, I take a steroid, cortisone, every day, and I take a replacement for aldosterone, called flourinef that helps maintain my blood pressure.<br />One of the symptoms of Addison's Disease is hyperpigmentation - or a great tan. So, I now have a really great tan. I never used to tan - ever. I would burn, freckle and peel. But now I am brown as a cocoa bean - thanks Dr Wahlen.<br /><br />And at last, the reason for my venting - please, please, please think before you speak. Last night at an Enrichment meeting (which is rare since I don't go, but had to bring Robyn, long story), a woman came up to say hello and mentioned that I am always so tan. My usual response is, "just diseased". And inevitably the response to follow is, "I wish I had that disease." And the only thing I could think to myself, cause it was church, after all, was, "I wish you did too." Cause let me vent here...the tan is not the advantage. I would rather still burn, freckle, and peel than have to take steriods everyday and juggle the diseases and their side effects.<br /><br />So before you open your mouth, just THINK!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-16920542935451843132008-07-06T20:52:00.000-06:002008-12-12T14:36:44.321-07:00July 4th celebrationsWe had a pretty low key 4th of July - Grandma & Grandpa Dixon were here with us. We watched <strong><em>National Treasure 2</em></strong>, went shopping, hung out. Then went to my brother, Charlie & fam's, for a bbq - kids did a few smoke bombs, burned and buried a Lego guy, got in a fist fight, did a service project of collecting the neighborhood flags... you know the usual.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslCfFvzatYJ8IwreDIZgJdPyU37GmiST8x2tq6QmT5Ow_1cAzmJ8JAuYama_QO5zNLa9dTwNSwM7T2hflpmSeNWSANUU6k5kQOFDvVpbBiVHN2HI3uRD_GdSZNqY_UlkCBPeZrhls5ehe/s1600-h/IMG_5757.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslCfFvzatYJ8IwreDIZgJdPyU37GmiST8x2tq6QmT5Ow_1cAzmJ8JAuYama_QO5zNLa9dTwNSwM7T2hflpmSeNWSANUU6k5kQOFDvVpbBiVHN2HI3uRD_GdSZNqY_UlkCBPeZrhls5ehe/s200/IMG_5757.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220100409631144194" /></a><br />Then we came home to have our own fireworks display. Hooked up with our neighbors and the boys all had great fun lighting things up while the girls hung out until the sparklers.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiUnLp0hzOikFJ0qOJbpME8Uczwb8aN4p_g36p5edhgojR8B5h8B2BGlaQqfS19lC9syqnvU4HNqFfaXJTBwuUqwINzg2DzE1RGZdIXG2Jl-iQQ4fbyTbgZXSUpFDQaAdL_BQYWWYRquN/s1600-h/IMG_5771.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmiUnLp0hzOikFJ0qOJbpME8Uczwb8aN4p_g36p5edhgojR8B5h8B2BGlaQqfS19lC9syqnvU4HNqFfaXJTBwuUqwINzg2DzE1RGZdIXG2Jl-iQQ4fbyTbgZXSUpFDQaAdL_BQYWWYRquN/s200/IMG_5771.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101215510558786" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIQUZzIUrS77R52Fh6RUqDodxWyNx7uMhXOhIyZOgqr_Z_lkD1m2DMu9x-IMjNgZnZBh64QIM9Dr17M8L5HgFYUejZIlmtvAlDtqm_IeWLXAHXtGptPbSeVQVv76JC5EpCERFTX0GTLEO/s1600-h/IMG_5773.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYIQUZzIUrS77R52Fh6RUqDodxWyNx7uMhXOhIyZOgqr_Z_lkD1m2DMu9x-IMjNgZnZBh64QIM9Dr17M8L5HgFYUejZIlmtvAlDtqm_IeWLXAHXtGptPbSeVQVv76JC5EpCERFTX0GTLEO/s200/IMG_5773.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101216604170754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhh4e1Zo6MFuMK1kAHgfojsFjT7G_RYDDPHSOK09h80-EMFwxoRxP7l8QnYTaVPdnPJI_0X6HhnyWdCs7nB4ZH2Pn0ypTV-mYIvNQhQNLON_SCeMEdqccOpLxmEBAnxE17lW4puKhz5Ql/s1600-h/IMG_5777.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMhh4e1Zo6MFuMK1kAHgfojsFjT7G_RYDDPHSOK09h80-EMFwxoRxP7l8QnYTaVPdnPJI_0X6HhnyWdCs7nB4ZH2Pn0ypTV-mYIvNQhQNLON_SCeMEdqccOpLxmEBAnxE17lW4puKhz5Ql/s200/IMG_5777.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220101221294944338" /></a><br />We could then see the last bit of Clearfield city's fireworks display from our deck. It was pretty cool. Although, I have decided part of the fun of the fireworks displays is the noise. Without the boom of the canon, it is just not as cool. But it is nice to not have ashes land on top of us - remember those days...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1398253055733098281.post-25119329101372433372008-07-05T22:36:00.000-06:002008-12-12T14:36:44.903-07:00As sands through the hourglass...These are the days of the Dixon lives...<br />I got to take my Activity Day girls to Day Camp at Camp Kiesel - which was so much fun!!! We got to do all the things that the cub scouts get to do - only with a lot more fun (heeheehee - don't tell Kent - he got to go with the cubs). So, thanks for the opportunity to take our girls - <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUWErGcYMR1Bjb5rx4tbaconcejQ6-y4WZjA3-SK51vqrYQnsdsBn69tiqwjOHVqxgXuRJUlnDgW569gla8B12QX9mzlT9O3cqm6wHWd4oxBcOQbZU0WhNHROIfg0WPFrEjLJL6dYjJfx/s1600-h/IMG_5741.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeUWErGcYMR1Bjb5rx4tbaconcejQ6-y4WZjA3-SK51vqrYQnsdsBn69tiqwjOHVqxgXuRJUlnDgW569gla8B12QX9mzlT9O3cqm6wHWd4oxBcOQbZU0WhNHROIfg0WPFrEjLJL6dYjJfx/s200/IMG_5741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219756195194430882" /></a><br />Robbie and her long legs crossing the monkey bridge. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Wq67ixg47-4gdhQXABNazZj6K3XOk1Kty-vbZzOafZ8mn5z09vBH0qF8GS0OBDVlf094HKFsi00ccFPHWRJi02-C76qHH9o8btmwwK6qGGAADmFaLGqPlch6OEEh49gQM9ebR0FW6Trx/s1600-h/IMG_5677.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_Wq67ixg47-4gdhQXABNazZj6K3XOk1Kty-vbZzOafZ8mn5z09vBH0qF8GS0OBDVlf094HKFsi00ccFPHWRJi02-C76qHH9o8btmwwK6qGGAADmFaLGqPlch6OEEh49gQM9ebR0FW6Trx/s200/IMG_5677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219757276194129218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR3Yc80m5Dq3FQTdyqIbdkAGO2hBhTHb7lYSllblgVNHJRd7DWDbTsX9Tkj0mi7-0gdJJj9KP3qNiS5Yt77_zHZ59AqGif5j9DY3dzyFC2hvcp8rPKPgOggj7rmAnXZPFOAJnovigeZMy/s1600-h/IMG_5688.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigR3Yc80m5Dq3FQTdyqIbdkAGO2hBhTHb7lYSllblgVNHJRd7DWDbTsX9Tkj0mi7-0gdJJj9KP3qNiS5Yt77_zHZ59AqGif5j9DY3dzyFC2hvcp8rPKPgOggj7rmAnXZPFOAJnovigeZMy/s200/IMG_5688.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219757279625394034" /></a><br />We got to shoot guns, arrows, make a beaver tail boondoggle (I have no idea how to spell that), take a nature walk and learn about lambs ear, getting soaked (thanks Taren) in the rowboats. What a day!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1