tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41398214671721568542024-08-29T02:51:48.539-07:00The Great Crump CapersCrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.comBlogger194125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-90692889563954814552012-01-30T22:00:00.000-08:002012-01-30T22:10:59.150-08:00Box TopsEvery month at Audrey's school they have a box top contest. Each class competes to see who can collect the most tops and they announce a winner. That winning class gets a pizza party! <b>WooHoo!</b> They must be <span >drilling</span> this into the kids heads right now because Audrey has been talking NONSTOP about it. This is how our latest conversation went:<div><br /></div><div>Audrey: "Dad, if our class doesn't win the box top contest this month then it was a complete WASTE of box tops!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam: "It isn't a complete waste of box tops, all that money still goes to the school! What do you get if you win?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Audrey: "Well...we get a pizza party!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam: "What kind of pizza is it?"<span > (as in, where are they getting it from)</span></div><div><br /></div><div>Audrey: "It's pizza from the <span >servants</span>."</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam: "Servants? What do you mean servants?"</div><div><br /></div><div>Audrey: "You know dad, the ladies that give it to you in the lunch room."</div><div><br /></div><div>Adam: "Um, you mean SERVERS. Or better yet, lunch ladies. And, I hope you haven't been calling them servants at school!"</div><div><br /></div><div>Audrey: "I don't remember dad. But, okay."</div><div><br /></div><div>Nice.</div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-41672068841763358972011-12-29T20:32:00.000-08:002011-12-29T20:57:21.610-08:00Dreaming of DisneylandThat's what we've been doing since the day we got home...dreaming of Disneyland. I think Audrey told me 10 times on the way home that she is dreaming of riding on California Screamin' every minute! She loved it so much. Who doesn't? That ride is great! And, so is Disneyland...for that matter. We are already saving up our pennies for the next trip. Thanks for tagging along with us Grandma and Grandpa! We wouldn't have it any other way.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F102763847062018294108%2Falbumid%2F5691732695428596577%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="400" width="600"></embed><br /></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-4465377863952383812011-11-21T21:16:00.000-08:002011-11-21T21:24:33.181-08:00What is Appropriate?I tend to use the word <span style="font-size:130%;">appropriate</span> far too much. For some reason I think my 4-year-old and 6-year-old should know what this word means. I'm not sure if they have figured it out yet, but they sure like to use this word as often as possible. For example...Lauren came in the bathroom the other day while Adam was in the shower. A minute later she told Adam that "tails" are not <span style="font-size:130%;">appropriate</span>. I'll let you figure out what she was talking about. We have now explained to Lauren that it is not <span style="font-size:130%;">appropriate</span> for her to come in the bathroom when dad is in the shower. <br /><br />Yep, not <span style="font-size:130%;">appropriate</span>.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-6353917887951172892011-11-21T21:10:00.000-08:002011-11-21T21:16:06.976-08:00All I Want For ChristmasOn the top of Audrey's list for Santa this year...<span style="font-size:130%;">A Roller Coaster</span>. <br /><br />You read that right folks. She would like it to take off from the front porch, have several loops and be really fast. It would be very handy to have out front because all her friends could come over and ride it. It could go <span style="font-size:130%;">over</span> the street, no need to worry about the cars running into it in the street. And, it could also go around the house. <br /><br />We told her that this is probably not a very good gift to ask for, because it's not very possible. But, she still thinks Santa could do it. Hmmm...hope she's not too disappointed on Christmas morning.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-43091463021679304002011-11-15T17:00:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:03:37.039-08:00Toenails Can Be DangerousAfter dance today, Audrey climbed in the car and announced, "Mom! I cut my wrist at dance today!" "How?" I asked. "With my toenail!", she said. Well. That is something I never thought I would ever hear. Watch out for those toenails. They can be a killer.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-53690908796193416142011-11-15T16:55:00.000-08:002011-11-15T17:00:31.712-08:00The Case of the Missing Cough DropA conversation between Lauren and I:<br /><br />Lauren: Mom, I lost my cough drop!<br />Me: Where? How? Wasn't it in your mouth?<br />Lauren: Yes mom, and then it was gone. I didn't swallow it!<br />Me: Okay, let's look for it. It must have fallen out.<br /><br />After looking all over the floor, no cough drop was found.<br /><br />Later that night, (like 2 hours later) Lauren was wrestling with Adam and ran to jump on him...and Adam exclaimed, "Lauren, what is on your shirt!" Lo and behold, we found the missing cough drop. "Oh! There it is!" Lauren shouted...as she pulled it off, fuzz and all, and popped it in her mouth. Mmmm.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-55235568926862041262011-11-10T21:09:00.000-08:002011-11-10T21:42:38.594-08:00All The World Must KnowI was informed by my husband today that "all the world must know" how funny our kids are. While I'm sure everyone's kids do hilarious things every day, I have been charged with the duty of documenting these things. I suppose I will try to do that here, because I can't think of a better place...besides my journal. Which I'm worse at writing in than I am about updating the blog. So...we shall see how this goes.<br /><br />Today Adam took the girls to Home Depot...their favorite place to go with him besides the gas station...and on the way home, Dynamite by Taio Cruz came on the radio. Those of you who know Adam know that this is NOT his kind of music. The girls went crazy...they know every word. He was laughing his guts out. I may or may not secretly like this song...sorry Adam. I think this might be all my fault. Oh Well. This is the kind of stuff I need to be writing down...and so I am. Lauren knows every word of this song, and she sings it with her hands up in the air the whole time. They love so many other songs, but we'll save those for another day.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-23152551483404106652011-08-30T20:44:00.001-07:002011-08-30T21:03:53.076-07:00A Day of FirstsWell, well, well. Today was a day of firsts for our little family:
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<br /><ul><li>Audrey finished her FIRST day of <span style="font-size:130%;">1st grade</span>. Let the record show that her most favorite part of the day was...<span style="font-weight: bold;">Recess</span>! Followed shortly by <span style="font-style: italic;">eating lunch in the cafeteria</span>. They had a math test and a spelling test. I was then chastised to <span style="font-size:130%;">never send crackers and cheese for snack again</span> because they get soggy. But, never fear, her peanut butter and jelly sandwich was <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >delicious</span>. Tomorrow we will be trying out school lunch...it's teriyaki beef strip day, and I have it on good authority that these are amazing. We shall see. We shall see.</li></ul><ul><li>Lauren discovered for the FIRST time that she really does <span style="font-weight: bold;">love her sister</span>. I think she only told me 5 times throughout the day that it was time to go get Audrey. She couldn't understand WHY she wasn't waiting for her in the car when preschool got out. Seriously, Mom...did you forget her? Tomorrow she doesn't have preschool for a distraction, so it should be a fun day, just me and Lauren.
<br /></li></ul><ul><li>I realized for the FIRST time, I am going to be really <span style="font-size:130%;">lonely </span>when both my girls leave me for a whole day of school. I sure love those little bugs. Guess I should have another one, if only the husband can be convinced it's okay to be outnumbered...</li></ul><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ge4-VCoEuesaoAb5z9cZN40Plz7dU_PxoQRK2CV_vn6aWCC1lmsIpdOFkApDkcCpuBbqlgNOyzAkxjHw-6lm8s0giGQDedanSLO70WMf8SNaygpJnB7JoD3ecjAcyWooEWv9Z3CRXW0/s1600/Audrey+1st.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3ge4-VCoEuesaoAb5z9cZN40Plz7dU_PxoQRK2CV_vn6aWCC1lmsIpdOFkApDkcCpuBbqlgNOyzAkxjHw-6lm8s0giGQDedanSLO70WMf8SNaygpJnB7JoD3ecjAcyWooEWv9Z3CRXW0/s320/Audrey+1st.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646864345727926082" border="0" /></a>
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<br />Audrey and her cute friend from Kindergarten, Karlie.
<br />They were so happy to see each other,
<br />and find out that they are in the same class!
<br />There are only 2 kids from from her Kindergarten class
<br />that made it into her 1st grade class...
<br />because there are <span style="font-weight: bold;">6</span> first grade teachers! Crazy.
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<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5f4J7aVst2SYy-GK3NLZyXYMGKIpS3XGsmEsMB8kdb3XsSyr5TIo2UxGduHMxo6gmxKF-BpyJnWipJ2Xqh0kL36D211ctihClg6JFRlm9ZH5ro-Jx0QTuVEzFiXPoH-iqNqiUsjZ3txE/s1600/IMG_4740.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5f4J7aVst2SYy-GK3NLZyXYMGKIpS3XGsmEsMB8kdb3XsSyr5TIo2UxGduHMxo6gmxKF-BpyJnWipJ2Xqh0kL36D211ctihClg6JFRlm9ZH5ro-Jx0QTuVEzFiXPoH-iqNqiUsjZ3txE/s320/IMG_4740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646864368789767570" border="0" /></a></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-8318226225478771992011-04-05T13:41:00.000-07:002011-04-05T14:06:10.560-07:00Jessica<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQfWDlZMN5PJKMi5glFYhaDEn3Ax6L8l4dbw4yiQ5e0NqEWP_Am9KeJTPPjpooHWKq4X87u0l2ex1uaffx_5QIXPg33XgRWn3RwHlVohd8sk7Kcje9n64iYKhuZr_JVmap__1_ehrH1s/s1600/JessHat.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJQfWDlZMN5PJKMi5glFYhaDEn3Ax6L8l4dbw4yiQ5e0NqEWP_Am9KeJTPPjpooHWKq4X87u0l2ex1uaffx_5QIXPg33XgRWn3RwHlVohd8sk7Kcje9n64iYKhuZr_JVmap__1_ehrH1s/s320/JessHat.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592206917029918546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Dearest Jessica,<br /><br />I'm pretty sure you can check yourself off my <span style="font-size:130%;">FAVORITE</span> list!<br />Thanks for chatting away with me on the phone, for hours on end,<br />about nothing important.<br />Thanks for sharing all your amazing design/party/crafty ideas<br />whenever I'm in need of one.<br />Thanks for letting me vent about all my petty problems.<br />Thanks for being a shining example of faith, in every aspect of your life.<br />Thanks for being my sister.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">HaPpY BiRtHdAy!!!</span><br />I love you!<br /><br />RachelCrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-87603367082037330282011-03-30T11:28:00.001-07:002011-03-30T11:43:21.035-07:00Shut the front door...TWO posts in one day? Who knew?<br /><br />I think perhaps my MOST favorite person may just be in this post. And, we just may be doing one of our favorite activities to do together. Can you guess who my MOST favorite person is? It's some pretty amazing video people. Do enjoy.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyorQ30gZ6cDFG34sbfHorsC751GpVf-UtUzOq4bw01xVeT4mIUf9qM3lu47kJwATecfd9YUpmtxVKY3SwqeA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-58229756538284777872011-03-30T11:17:00.000-07:002011-03-30T11:25:51.561-07:00Evelyn<div style="text-align: center;">Another favorite of mine!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSwa78AsDMcMyUaGa1fVUZY_sDGWqkHd4BBPOnM87Ea2_9U5Dy1ID3HHcxIbl3L7sy5sijmyJKDXhDpl0VN_XCZFed3DF4CNZwiR-sR2_CaZMfjs0E-uEM7y0ZXWrtGqRH84qUPBGiGY/s1600/evie1.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiSwa78AsDMcMyUaGa1fVUZY_sDGWqkHd4BBPOnM87Ea2_9U5Dy1ID3HHcxIbl3L7sy5sijmyJKDXhDpl0VN_XCZFed3DF4CNZwiR-sR2_CaZMfjs0E-uEM7y0ZXWrtGqRH84qUPBGiGY/s320/evie1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589939189546550674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Miss Evelyn just celebrated her first birthday, and boy was it a great party! You should check out her cake <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" href="http://bailey-buzz.blogspot.com/2011/03/evelyn.html">HERE</a>. I sure wish I had more opportunities to kiss Evie's sweet cheeks, as she lives in Oregon and all, but I think she is <span style="font-size:130%;">sweeter than sugar</span> and I can't wait to see her again! Loves to you Miss Evie!<br /></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-51477174391535959102011-03-02T13:03:00.001-08:002011-03-02T13:21:15.188-08:00Happy Birthday To YOU!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5AplfyWxDNpq-OB4Bt8fTc1uQmpYu_6t1LxmRlmSLGdcMhLbIvd7SUg-Zw3XVO7PqLCeWISvEIQENgpvwqrZdQQSHVZKPxh9cRDc_1ywhcFM8D_eaz1iw-qxlSTmE2YWea86ASTcK-M/s1600/sophie.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy5AplfyWxDNpq-OB4Bt8fTc1uQmpYu_6t1LxmRlmSLGdcMhLbIvd7SUg-Zw3XVO7PqLCeWISvEIQENgpvwqrZdQQSHVZKPxh9cRDc_1ywhcFM8D_eaz1iw-qxlSTmE2YWea86ASTcK-M/s320/sophie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579593332818960098" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Today is one</span> special day for my favorite #3! <span style="font-size:130%;">It's Sophie Bean's birthday</span>! My niece is adorable, and I fully admit I am partial. I am actually partial to all my nieces, I think they are all gorgeous...BUT today is Sophie Soph's big day and we're celebrating in style. A lunch of pizza and bread sticks, swinging in the backyard, and playing with cousins is a great way to celebrate. Some of my <span style="font-size:130%;">MOST favorite things</span> about Sophie are:<br /><br />- Her perfectly round head.<br /><br />- Her dimples when she smiles.<br /><br />- Her obsession with Lauren, aka Lolo (or as she says it: Doh Doh). This is a <span style="font-size:130%;">serious obsession</span> people. Lolo is all she talks about, or so Christa says...seeing Lolo today may have been the BEST birthday present ever, I don't even need to get her anything! :)<br /><br />- The fact that she answer's "yeah" to every question you ask her...<br /><br />- She has the <span style="font-size:130%;">squishiest cheeks</span>, and I love to give them smooches!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Happy Birthday Miss Sophie! We sure love your stinkin' guts!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">P.S. I think it's positively fantastic that Sophie gets to share her birthday with one of my <span style="font-weight: bold;">FAVORITE</span> authors...Happy Birthday to Dr. Seuss! How great is that?</span><br /></span>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-22536396792517759112011-03-01T21:56:00.000-08:002011-03-01T22:38:32.211-08:00Audrey<span style="font-size:130%;">Bet you couldn't guess</span> who my favorite #2 would be. Since we spend almost every waking moment together, it's easy to see why my girls are my favorites. #2 is also a bit sassy, but she's also a <span style="font-size:130%;">tender hearted</span> girl. She seems to get her feel bads hurt quite often, because she takes everything WAY too seriously. She wouldn't hurt a fly, usually, so she doesn't understand "why people are mean". She asked me this just the other day, "Why are people so mean mom?" I wish I had a good answer to that. She's a lot like her mother in this way...at least I think I'm nice. Am I nice? I sure hope so.<br /><br />Audrey has had a busy, busy week. We like to refer to it as <span style="font-size:180%;">Audrey's week o' fun.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Last Wednesday</span>, praise heaven, we finally lost our first tooth! She's been asking me for a year now when she is going to lose her first tooth...and the day finally came. We had to call almost everyone we knew...grandma's, grandpa's, aunt's, uncle's, cousins. I've never seen a girl so excited. Especially when, nestled under our pillow the next morning, we found TWO whole gold dollars.<span style="font-size:130%;"> It was a joyous occasion</span>.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvWYSVyWOiXrZJczt6uJfbfIfKvFP5NPmD3LyLuMMz0phCTUAjF0ZA-AIkQFCtAzSdBKTeWP8bywQqOw0_edut_b4wTVMHxUZTZOS5PV_S1TsbCmCn1w-nB-xIJF2OnKEUdPGBz2jIs0/s1600/Audrey+005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdvWYSVyWOiXrZJczt6uJfbfIfKvFP5NPmD3LyLuMMz0phCTUAjF0ZA-AIkQFCtAzSdBKTeWP8bywQqOw0_edut_b4wTVMHxUZTZOS5PV_S1TsbCmCn1w-nB-xIJF2OnKEUdPGBz2jIs0/s320/Audrey+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579360724202684770" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaA1R5ut0hF7e4Q7I9-kixmH0_fXiVlvBBTemJaQIvgsggHKU2BlWIx8RpNM4DlCwh-JgAiQGHlH4qnhNc4tT8khyYrkmW8tvwVgLAyhVVRmpcoQsef0XTcjbT_YNbcJiCq7Fl3NVBHD4/s1600/Audrey+007.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaA1R5ut0hF7e4Q7I9-kixmH0_fXiVlvBBTemJaQIvgsggHKU2BlWIx8RpNM4DlCwh-JgAiQGHlH4qnhNc4tT8khyYrkmW8tvwVgLAyhVVRmpcoQsef0XTcjbT_YNbcJiCq7Fl3NVBHD4/s320/Audrey+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579360727915649538" border="0" /></a></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />This same week </span>a letter came home from school. "Your daughter Audrey has been awarded Principle's Pride for <span style="font-size:130%;">Patience</span>." Really? Patience? Now, this is not exactly Audrey's strong point at home. But, we're pretty glad she has no problem with this at school! Way to go Audrey. Yesterday we attended an assembly to recognize all the other students that received Principle's Pride in February. It was great...as part of the assembly they had a group perform called Opera Works. They presented the students the basic principle's of Opera, and they performed a small show...The 3 Little Pigs and the Big Bad Wolf. Audrey was chosen to help with make up for one of the pigs...perfect for Audrey. She loves makeup and all things girly!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxSZqG7CQShFNPdNADkafZhpB2tiuotN1NEtR28P1nSyL8yu1UDC949jf3irtYjxYQx1S5ZSftAIwCjHiwWkINZv6UuMlD0qoz0V6wAcpSEvAKYPBTxu-j39Boe8k1nTD-vfhENUV9bQ/s1600/Audrey+002.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPxSZqG7CQShFNPdNADkafZhpB2tiuotN1NEtR28P1nSyL8yu1UDC949jf3irtYjxYQx1S5ZSftAIwCjHiwWkINZv6UuMlD0qoz0V6wAcpSEvAKYPBTxu-j39Boe8k1nTD-vfhENUV9bQ/s320/Audrey+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579365307307252866" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTSzZ1pXzRgizPbQzCyhybOQojSqpbBGElsiObrT7bJx2AXAIBAfJY1mWiQf7LRq2j1q-84VtbmD-uSNkVvJfgeF-abqLfh6GPD2KGzWlqpqxcZNUfAJ6296JheThbTWH3DBdVsyvwAw/s1600/Audrey+003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHTSzZ1pXzRgizPbQzCyhybOQojSqpbBGElsiObrT7bJx2AXAIBAfJY1mWiQf7LRq2j1q-84VtbmD-uSNkVvJfgeF-abqLfh6GPD2KGzWlqpqxcZNUfAJ6296JheThbTWH3DBdVsyvwAw/s320/Audrey+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579365311027625778" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAu53p0aN5NjBqKbDlF1ph6Hmrpvs5C5M8vukOzUFJhQ1NSdO6fI6iTc2onzQMGNtCNsv4aMXpWwV11hjx8HkWqkwMNOyeDJXfloOY0dL9aHLP0AjnQd-Exu7wP1NF2ZDAsjxDDEYRaY/s1600/Audrey+009.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBAu53p0aN5NjBqKbDlF1ph6Hmrpvs5C5M8vukOzUFJhQ1NSdO6fI6iTc2onzQMGNtCNsv4aMXpWwV11hjx8HkWqkwMNOyeDJXfloOY0dL9aHLP0AjnQd-Exu7wP1NF2ZDAsjxDDEYRaY/s320/Audrey+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579365316022747490" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0vxqh7h0JO6gPLv05VJQCEA8JJodDmNfEsNzYJKTS3QkiFNjzCJYaE0zApjoypTzx5l7roWboTT7uh2UPBExF4vG2o7FBB5478y20G2-TY-ZZGpG18C_ccFa1zd50NQ7E5Mio7PzDY_w/s1600/Audrey+011.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0vxqh7h0JO6gPLv05VJQCEA8JJodDmNfEsNzYJKTS3QkiFNjzCJYaE0zApjoypTzx5l7roWboTT7uh2UPBExF4vG2o7FBB5478y20G2-TY-ZZGpG18C_ccFa1zd50NQ7E5Mio7PzDY_w/s320/Audrey+011.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579365321046164482" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ26DpDu8PqyOMJvyHlpVdaH70BNaCD6b220wshToJUYfrQwL-qgfWvnY2iRLX3KrO4raRns-jXr9jYqV7qpLRlIHh0Kq3oZ5xFh_zV3TdnNN3yEdQQs2XB7V15oYBaY_OU_sVshjN4Yo/s1600/Audrey+014.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ26DpDu8PqyOMJvyHlpVdaH70BNaCD6b220wshToJUYfrQwL-qgfWvnY2iRLX3KrO4raRns-jXr9jYqV7qpLRlIHh0Kq3oZ5xFh_zV3TdnNN3yEdQQs2XB7V15oYBaY_OU_sVshjN4Yo/s320/Audrey+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579365324633648786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;">Upon arriving home</span> after school that same day, Audrey announced that she was also <span style="font-size:130%;">Student of the Day!</span> Life couldn't be any better! All her classmates drew a picture of Audrey and the teacher assembled it in a book. We spent a while looking at it, definitely saving that one in the memory book.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Holy cow! Best week ever!</span> I love that favorite #2! She's such a hard worker, always wanting to do her best, and cute as a button to boot! Who'll be #3? Just you wait and see.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jRv63KMHfQXw8TNxcyIXLJrtpJcMXiFjpuZ7Vk4uDU9LlcXo8p2xiV9hUX8RCtJ2xln-tlDqvOxylzx6GRoir50Wn6n4hhK9QuU-XkXYGGZBg7s-q1TCVzbOqiWTH8GWd2_Bn7y81dg/s1600/Audrey+017.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8jRv63KMHfQXw8TNxcyIXLJrtpJcMXiFjpuZ7Vk4uDU9LlcXo8p2xiV9hUX8RCtJ2xln-tlDqvOxylzx6GRoir50Wn6n4hhK9QuU-XkXYGGZBg7s-q1TCVzbOqiWTH8GWd2_Bn7y81dg/s320/Audrey+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579366996191458946" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kv4mkPWauoj9g1Cl-pGX3Rm7w_UNGL3HiemzFKnaFMqrBwVWNzPjegZk2xzWfOoAGy3T_X_QpbLBnlyNWJM8CDMI8ryc_URdZazu3tb3rBqv5m7m4NbJnZXbAyYkn3gOgClM00kYX6A/s1600/Audrey+018.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0kv4mkPWauoj9g1Cl-pGX3Rm7w_UNGL3HiemzFKnaFMqrBwVWNzPjegZk2xzWfOoAGy3T_X_QpbLBnlyNWJM8CDMI8ryc_URdZazu3tb3rBqv5m7m4NbJnZXbAyYkn3gOgClM00kYX6A/s320/Audrey+018.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579366999884804978" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgV2mbVMx5gfai6WGAT2I1WgpDMrw-ZX_tElC_cWWPAQkyhXYwY8X7kWFvQdz2tdD1GDkbgubUxVf78i0q55eYFBJeJU8hfSxqoIxaA5GQ6TG-XSFDXDVBq96bY7cWAltgbWpUCwKpHQ/s1600/Audrey+019.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgV2mbVMx5gfai6WGAT2I1WgpDMrw-ZX_tElC_cWWPAQkyhXYwY8X7kWFvQdz2tdD1GDkbgubUxVf78i0q55eYFBJeJU8hfSxqoIxaA5GQ6TG-XSFDXDVBq96bY7cWAltgbWpUCwKpHQ/s320/Audrey+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579367008377760018" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6J8HvYtTqH_NM1Q4STblCxD3uims-5uMPkeUghIENiMaKAVLFo54qckwE5M85mUbFIRRNj79JzuQhC8-UdCf4l2H9-t6xwfmOU1dCPXrjxc66H1jBQP7Smt9ih9QTtz3A6dbcUfl1II/s1600/Audrey+021.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji6J8HvYtTqH_NM1Q4STblCxD3uims-5uMPkeUghIENiMaKAVLFo54qckwE5M85mUbFIRRNj79JzuQhC8-UdCf4l2H9-t6xwfmOU1dCPXrjxc66H1jBQP7Smt9ih9QTtz3A6dbcUfl1II/s320/Audrey+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579367012033973730" border="0" /></a></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-42045199959118726102011-02-23T13:55:00.000-08:002011-02-24T22:30:25.494-08:00Lauren<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjaiYCW0q3BvxFkohbMYPr3YUjo7wVp58K3xZL0nJHpIeqwsFO6gZoiGBdJamn5Jp_olZROlnObrn3DmxxEHm68zbr35v6s3PzL2Zd7mh9dk8m6yskdxfN0ApCpyFbWk1UkNg7I5c0-_w/s1600/Girls+003.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjaiYCW0q3BvxFkohbMYPr3YUjo7wVp58K3xZL0nJHpIeqwsFO6gZoiGBdJamn5Jp_olZROlnObrn3DmxxEHm68zbr35v6s3PzL2Zd7mh9dk8m6yskdxfN0ApCpyFbWk1UkNg7I5c0-_w/s320/Girls+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577499537554750930" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eFopEvl8D9mSg8rR9cZzuwFPOtA1IK7hKoOm8Kl5DxrI6l59m7PveQ8S7wZ9modUWbwpE8AVsFcpraGgpq96fdh34JfQy5RIRUOX2RI-EEmIJQ1PuQCiw3LRD6DNvGCNCIE5r4bZyqQ/s1600/Girls+005.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1eFopEvl8D9mSg8rR9cZzuwFPOtA1IK7hKoOm8Kl5DxrI6l59m7PveQ8S7wZ9modUWbwpE8AVsFcpraGgpq96fdh34JfQy5RIRUOX2RI-EEmIJQ1PuQCiw3LRD6DNvGCNCIE5r4bZyqQ/s320/Girls+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577499541937113970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">(We love dress up)</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;">Favorite #1</span> comes in the form of a<span style="font-size:130%;"> petite 3-year-old</span>, who is full of spunk and attitude. Miss Independent doesn't want any help from anyone, and she won't do anything unless it's her idea. While these might not be my favorite things all the time...I think they are attributes that will help her accomplish amazing things in the years to come. As long as we teach her how to use them in the right way. Oh, and we need to teach her patience and sharing and gratitude, and the list goes on and on. It will be no easy feat, I'm sure.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">In December</span>, Lauren finally decided that she was ready to be potty trained. I admit that I didn't push her as much as I could have, but given the above statement I just made, you can probably guess why. Things have been going really well and we decided that she could make it through the night without pull-ups anymore. So far, we have only had a few accidents...which leads to us doing extra loads of laundry the next day...which Lauren LOVES to help me with. I tell you this because last week Lauren came in my room and saw me pulling the sheets off MY bed. Here's how our conversation went:<br /><br />Lauren: "Mom, what are you doing?"<br />Me: "Taking the sheets off the bed so I can wash them."<br /><br />There was a long pause and then,<br /><br />Lauren: "Did you pee the bed mom?"<br />Me: "Nope. <span style="font-size:78%;">(insert much laughter here)</span> We wash sheets regularly, not just when we have an accident."<br />Lauren: "Oh. Can I help you?"<br />Me: "You bet."<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Pure awesomeness.</span><br /><br />Another recent observation:<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lauren</span> was sitting at the table with a stuffed puppy and a bowl. She had the dog's head hanging over the bowl and was chatting away with it, comforting it. When I asked what she was doing she said, "My puppy is going to throw up mom." <span style="font-size:130%;">More Awesomeness</span>. <span style="font-size:85%;">I bet you can't guess what sits next to your bed if you have the stomach flu at my house?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lauren</span> loves to play with Audrey. If Lauren has slept long enough for Audrey to get out the door and off to school, the first thing she asks me when she wakes up is, "Where is Audrey mom?" When I tell her she's at school she will <span style="font-size:130%;">always</span> hang her head and say, "Awwww." And then proceed to ask me 15 more times where she is and when she will be home.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Lauren </span>is my favorite little helper. She comes running when she hears me loading and unloading the dishwasher. She's in charge of the silverware. If I'm in the laundry room, she's putting things in the washer and dryer for me. Every Friday we empty the garbage's together, and she loves to help me clean the bathrooms...even though I don't love that. <span style="font-size:85%;">Why did they decide to put bleach in Comet I ask you?</span> Maybe all this helping will last? One can only hope...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">If you want</span> to know my favorite thing about Lauren, it has to be...<span style="font-size:130%;">her sweet kisses</span>. Really, she knows how to smooch a cheek, <span style="font-size:130%;">and she loves to give them out</span>. They always come with a sweet hug too. It's really quite a treat. You must try one someday...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">And there you have it</span>. A few of my favorite things about my favorite #1. Please remember, these are in no particular order. I like all my favorites the same.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-78360605113312845552011-02-23T13:43:00.000-08:002011-02-23T13:55:08.360-08:00My Favorite PeopleLately...<span style="font-size:130%;">well, lately life has been a little boring around here</span>. This is the time of year when most people start going stir-crazy, and we are no exception. The weather has kept us indoors for FAR too long, and add to that our extreme frugalness, and you get two bored kids and one somewhat annoyed mother by the end of the day. So...in my bored state, <span style="font-size:130%;">I've been thinking about all of my favorite people...</span>that I get to spend time with, and wish I could spend more time with. I got to thinking that I wanted to document these thoughts, so I'm going to feature my favorite people every couple days in a post. Exciting right? Since only a handful of people read this blog, it's mostly for myself. But, it will be fun to think about each person and their unique qualities and things that make them so likeable...and loveable! <span style="font-size:130%;">Will you be featured?</span> Well, since most of my favorite people are the only one's that read this blog...it's highly likely! Plus, more posts more often right? Please try to contain that excitement. Now, off to think and work I go.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-48869709491708133292011-02-07T08:27:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:33:00.480-08:00February 6th 2011The day Adam's dreams were crushed, was the day Audrey and Lauren shouted from the back seat to leave the radio station on a Taylor Swift song. "I LOVE this song! I LOVE Taylor Swift!", they shouted. And Adam hung his head in defeat and said, "I've lost them already."<br /><br />And, I laughed all the way home...<br /><br />Don't worry dad, they still LOVE Weezer.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">P.S. I don't LOVE Taylor, so who knows where this is coming from?</span>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-73434290894040494622011-02-01T22:19:00.000-08:002011-02-07T08:23:38.191-08:00A Stroll Down Memory LaneTwo weeks ago...<br /><br />I stepped on a jet plane and flew off to <span style="font-size:130%;">Sacramento</span> to spend some time with my parents. When my Grandmother passed away last November, my mom knew she would have to travel back and help get the house ready to sell. When the time came, she was pretty apprehensive I think. And, rightly so. She moved into that home when she was 3 years old, and didn't move out until she married my dad. That means there were TONS of Memories to sort through...and it wasn't easy.<br /><br />I went to try and help with all that sorting, but by the time I got there...most of the hard work was done! I think my mom was in need of a desperate break, so after finishing everything on Thursday, we planned to spend Friday exploring some of my Dad's childhood memories, and a couple of my mom's.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Stop #1: <span style="font-weight: bold;">Marie's Donut Shop</span></span><br /><br />This was possibly the<span style="font-size:130%;"> best stop</span> of the day. Yup, pretty sure about that. This little shop has been around for many a year. It's nothing special, fancy or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cutesie</span> like all the fad places these days...but their donuts are to die for. My Grandfather used to take us here to get donuts when we would visit. All the way home he would remind us, "Now, remember, don't tell your Grandma where we went." Grandpa was always sneaking treats, because Grandma had him on a strict diet...yet he never lost weight. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-size:85%;">Hmmm</span><span style="font-size:85%;">, no wondering why there.</span> And, apparently we were <span style="font-size:130%;">kindred spirits</span> because he was a maple bar lover too.<span style="font-size:130%;"> Feature Donut</span>...the cream filled one...dipped in maple. And, when I say cream filled, I mean CREAM FILLED. Like real cream, and lots of it. I even took a picture to show. Don't be jealous...I ate every bite and enjoyed each one thoroughly. And if you know me, I'm not really a donut girl, but these are not your average donuts.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDMzFphICyrLoWm8WXHErCq1VmWhuJjaWI8TyDLPIv0j4-TFr9PHrqXyUYC_XVNSovE9TQYc1gUDdXOLybuWLTpZXqTYu8-XgQlMBfftDDuY-DcJL0twL40gwu2c34p2R2Albh8GTtUo/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+023.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXDMzFphICyrLoWm8WXHErCq1VmWhuJjaWI8TyDLPIv0j4-TFr9PHrqXyUYC_XVNSovE9TQYc1gUDdXOLybuWLTpZXqTYu8-XgQlMBfftDDuY-DcJL0twL40gwu2c34p2R2Albh8GTtUo/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570959703529380786" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-vo823nzW2dHNE0dO_o9jjeykwNJ2B9qFCArpT6jQGJGavIURXrnHki6tiqffNLy8SyX6NRuIhMH6BZ-WyhF2_lnFVeMtilI7homHI_6VDdJoOnnojuZmX0nOXnic288AGAldvm_deA/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+027.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk-vo823nzW2dHNE0dO_o9jjeykwNJ2B9qFCArpT6jQGJGavIURXrnHki6tiqffNLy8SyX6NRuIhMH6BZ-WyhF2_lnFVeMtilI7homHI_6VDdJoOnnojuZmX0nOXnic288AGAldvm_deA/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570978226730237506" border="0" /></a><br />Marie's Donuts...and THE donut. <span style="font-size:85%;">This picture hates me and rotates when it uploads. I tried everything and I can't fix it...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Stop #2: </span><a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" href="http://www.nps.gov/muwo/index.htm"><span style="font-size:130%;">Muir Woods National Monument</span><br /></a><br />Muir Woods is one of those places where the sheer <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-size:130%;">awesomness</span> of the trees, aka their height, makes you feel <span style="font-size:85%;">pretty insignificant</span>. I have never stood side by side with a redwood or sequoia tree. I've always wanted to, and now I can say I have. They take 2000 years to grow to their full height <span style="font-size:85%;">(Sequoia's take 3000+ years)</span>.<span style="font-size:130%;"> Amazing.</span> Muir Woods is located across the bay north of San Francisco. If you're ever in the neighborhood...it's worth a visit. There are miles of hiking trails that you could spend hours on...I'm going back one day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEbcqoEoEt3cLm8LxG4u0insbne92i4QdZ132Be1hz9CsVZTDOX8tElJIR43ylcbJvzCh6XthOoSTwkieErnjcfOgwQfTp-RvTTokUq0V5VxNAFB3-EPpzXJOI3qmD2i8gi2oC-Ez4Skw/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+029.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEbcqoEoEt3cLm8LxG4u0insbne92i4QdZ132Be1hz9CsVZTDOX8tElJIR43ylcbJvzCh6XthOoSTwkieErnjcfOgwQfTp-RvTTokUq0V5VxNAFB3-EPpzXJOI3qmD2i8gi2oC-Ez4Skw/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570959719548576530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRpPAm01FlDagk0M0OIBtcShn57u2eKB02Q9R-Qu0hP5-df4yj4RMHU2WuerXcS66afNHT8_BM5gXEZo73Cp-8sl7YC1wUpvtZ2Q0ss5rtw9NLItY77TA-frP_ZkQvflNTFXbCvjkGKQ/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+032.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMRpPAm01FlDagk0M0OIBtcShn57u2eKB02Q9R-Qu0hP5-df4yj4RMHU2WuerXcS66afNHT8_BM5gXEZo73Cp-8sl7YC1wUpvtZ2Q0ss5rtw9NLItY77TA-frP_ZkQvflNTFXbCvjkGKQ/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+032.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570959724991651954" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgT3XnAsCf1vWEhupqtI__86MCpo-MpwTq7UaYxlypch2_rYX9ySq8ubN7EwFH7_YLzXhhwY86OUDvyctT0PQPi3xEDHRgIjSWOgl7t9r90ELT1NKC_xOSlX3qBmuJbcJI-nw4uHcObo/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+044.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJgT3XnAsCf1vWEhupqtI__86MCpo-MpwTq7UaYxlypch2_rYX9ySq8ubN7EwFH7_YLzXhhwY86OUDvyctT0PQPi3xEDHRgIjSWOgl7t9r90ELT1NKC_xOSlX3qBmuJbcJI-nw4uHcObo/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570963445151062642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_p4pjAdlVQFzvkb6_YbEHNhhkYMfKeatChSkqao9HModjpIfpWa4q63cmZ1Y33xK7oruVX8UpdKEEqrYb63wKBbPcZOqEwW3dFTwTeOqRjsn_7mq-FZnMGX6Fkzh_3PiZplRs2xgmiQ/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+041.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_p4pjAdlVQFzvkb6_YbEHNhhkYMfKeatChSkqao9HModjpIfpWa4q63cmZ1Y33xK7oruVX8UpdKEEqrYb63wKBbPcZOqEwW3dFTwTeOqRjsn_7mq-FZnMGX6Fkzh_3PiZplRs2xgmiQ/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+041.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570959731704968530" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oyb0o8ivdOcH9wcUL3_ZbwyicMRJ7OLVfb1rdOKTiT2DtrcQ0JWW7wApIsu2GQw9nZs3R9vihlJWKaO3igDxuCEd1szacWfs6ENNtkYIMX9ft72cIyQ73QCcce1MW02gl_1Qc1tVgK4/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+043.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3Oyb0o8ivdOcH9wcUL3_ZbwyicMRJ7OLVfb1rdOKTiT2DtrcQ0JWW7wApIsu2GQw9nZs3R9vihlJWKaO3igDxuCEd1szacWfs6ENNtkYIMX9ft72cIyQ73QCcce1MW02gl_1Qc1tVgK4/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570963453752117410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Stop #3: <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);" href="http://lds.org/church/temples?lang=eng">The Oakland Temple</a></span><br /><br />From the Oakland Temple, you can see the entire valley below you...and it was <span style="font-size:130%;">quite </span><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-size:130%;">picturesque</span>...even with some smog. I had never been to this temple, and it was where my father was sealed to his parents when he was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">eight-ish</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(I think)</span> and my parents were sealed to each other. A pretty significant place for our family, and worth the visit. It's already showing signs of spring in California...daffodils in bloom, tulips coming up, primroses looking cheery...and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Camellia</span> bushes were beautiful. I know why people live in California, because the weather is delightful. Too bad there's all that traffic and such.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWGiA-NRTAHszkjpjg6iMoOADH84xirNDzeoQYDIOMrYbLYwpeEN9yung_BX46ccjZuVOAD2w4gCLNgeOMag26ZyubCPmmg2V5qRIDUAG3GnS73Im4_KXwhuTrZuYv4p1JD07qX8Px1s/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+042.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsWGiA-NRTAHszkjpjg6iMoOADH84xirNDzeoQYDIOMrYbLYwpeEN9yung_BX46ccjZuVOAD2w4gCLNgeOMag26ZyubCPmmg2V5qRIDUAG3GnS73Im4_KXwhuTrZuYv4p1JD07qX8Px1s/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+042.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570963457606989538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGutZjWf53tp2Uv7nOU8uTiJVwupjw-K60orzNVPM_p2im7jI9TAA4ENIyRMjSciN0bmP12_XKEqMnjctBPukMv2KDPQNu8CLmhFnanulL_FzNQC88CIBkHbT5n7ysfatIL0dfsWNkZA/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+045.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDGutZjWf53tp2Uv7nOU8uTiJVwupjw-K60orzNVPM_p2im7jI9TAA4ENIyRMjSciN0bmP12_XKEqMnjctBPukMv2KDPQNu8CLmhFnanulL_FzNQC88CIBkHbT5n7ysfatIL0dfsWNkZA/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570963467412596130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8VR-ioWLSNxnj06dypeuCf8rI0KP3RxDT2v3qv7uzSGZNjx-7dEgOh96A15jdyu9-U0DthG42Ofp4vm26QozxSRMO80Tk8v8FNdw0phppTod4CB7lW__1vUzUEHdX5FINYU28nXXlMU/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+053.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhf8VR-ioWLSNxnj06dypeuCf8rI0KP3RxDT2v3qv7uzSGZNjx-7dEgOh96A15jdyu9-U0DthG42Ofp4vm26QozxSRMO80Tk8v8FNdw0phppTod4CB7lW__1vUzUEHdX5FINYU28nXXlMU/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+053.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570974770814939490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaINi0xdyjIs1mdinLt7UMEg3FEmlSmLsVhlYbJNgY5YtBRqrGambh9gKKwx71Ihy_ln64meEJ_Yk8oV4are7cJoi4LAKNWLbcHYeDgznYvbj7eIDrPQ9us7qI2mTIc1byWz45TudyPyA/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+051.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaINi0xdyjIs1mdinLt7UMEg3FEmlSmLsVhlYbJNgY5YtBRqrGambh9gKKwx71Ihy_ln64meEJ_Yk8oV4are7cJoi4LAKNWLbcHYeDgznYvbj7eIDrPQ9us7qI2mTIc1byWz45TudyPyA/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570963471391445810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Stop #4: </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >San Jose</span><br /><br />My dad's old stomping grounds. You see, my dad lived the <span style="font-size:130%;">quintessential childhood.</span> He had a group of friends...4 to be exact...and they had some good, clean fun. Bikes, tag, wheelies, mud, baseball, welding, visits to the drugstore for sodas, haircuts at the barber shop, these were the things my dad did. We were able to visit the house he grew up in, which is being remodeled so we walked around the inside too. He took us to the elementary school...and the high school.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxFG8S_a_34AHzJym-e5mFXvdarvNMvbkCNryve77GMJ3yHYWjGNwjbB4A2iKZSazcMkWfHtI3gl7eHkyXLm0Mu3NOZziB4ZMNvFmCq45RnfylY3UK3BM3gU8gHDWML9rnUhmh7nRK98/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+055.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrxFG8S_a_34AHzJym-e5mFXvdarvNMvbkCNryve77GMJ3yHYWjGNwjbB4A2iKZSazcMkWfHtI3gl7eHkyXLm0Mu3NOZziB4ZMNvFmCq45RnfylY3UK3BM3gU8gHDWML9rnUhmh7nRK98/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+055.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570980001836873234" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwT3dJlVB-WTAfo7MongIJ5eaSCU0mwBR8bOpSd5ioDT9r_XrQ0VmWa22A9pPmL5jDQ50mTMRvOn0Hsb04aqTF9D0vFOrw_f3S_2odTJwSTEQ09yvqTUY59rpGn12SbOXDvSeWn0QTWA/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+054.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEwT3dJlVB-WTAfo7MongIJ5eaSCU0mwBR8bOpSd5ioDT9r_XrQ0VmWa22A9pPmL5jDQ50mTMRvOn0Hsb04aqTF9D0vFOrw_f3S_2odTJwSTEQ09yvqTUY59rpGn12SbOXDvSeWn0QTWA/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570979990926213810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The house on Ross Drive</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">(that used to be blue...)</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdExssZx-mDFEZgXUzSGYP6lFc5MlIoElX-vK5UBJ-zCK4hV0L-rB3pr5U6thUXIoEJHnicwGMAenYUOVA1ZT2IGtvJI40zAGhipMJP3-ULlE6t3aJU6Qw_1O5SwP2ASKnUDLXFKWcXg4/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+057.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdExssZx-mDFEZgXUzSGYP6lFc5MlIoElX-vK5UBJ-zCK4hV0L-rB3pr5U6thUXIoEJHnicwGMAenYUOVA1ZT2IGtvJI40zAGhipMJP3-ULlE6t3aJU6Qw_1O5SwP2ASKnUDLXFKWcXg4/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570974793180730514" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sartorette Elementary School</span><br /><br />I think my favorite stop was the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">church house</span>. It was one of the last buildings the church built where the church provided materials, and the members donated their time for labor. My grandfather was a concrete contractor, and did a lot of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">flat work</span> around the building...you can still see it. My dad learned to ride his bike, backwards, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sitting</span> on the handlebars, in the church parking lot (much to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">every one's</span> amusement). I think there was a lot of crashing involved. He also showed us where he would start doing a wheelie...and how far he would try to go before he had to stop (we're talking miles here people). It was great hearing all these stories, and I'm so glad we went.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTh3spJa_HxaBzfijFy_0rRNzQ9cxCyL-yqEEA3T-YLByv7YBA0ecX08waiThbAoG_AIkD4vSb5I9jQ2_Qx8_QBXeuhVrKRwvg-NrLNQmGFL4xKD3OuFCrfaXEl5C3CKzcUfyVhX3SXg/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+060.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQTh3spJa_HxaBzfijFy_0rRNzQ9cxCyL-yqEEA3T-YLByv7YBA0ecX08waiThbAoG_AIkD4vSb5I9jQ2_Qx8_QBXeuhVrKRwvg-NrLNQmGFL4xKD3OuFCrfaXEl5C3CKzcUfyVhX3SXg/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570974799282874914" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbn44HbUhnVfI1HCm3ggVsKJiQ8O0TT_S9fF6PMRzvQoKy1ULEIfJrsoru5X2Q2yVCQJJCY13i1ktQCMxpJfVAdvgQNRdfQ7SgXYMDZOMwPnyx76BcYhBC6aXgnNttuaesug8n101mPGg/s1600/2010+Christmas-2011+California+062.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbn44HbUhnVfI1HCm3ggVsKJiQ8O0TT_S9fF6PMRzvQoKy1ULEIfJrsoru5X2Q2yVCQJJCY13i1ktQCMxpJfVAdvgQNRdfQ7SgXYMDZOMwPnyx76BcYhBC6aXgnNttuaesug8n101mPGg/s320/2010+Christmas-2011+California+062.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570975220782039922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The church house and Grandpa's flatwork<br /><br /></span>We finished the night at a friend's house, one of the 4 I mentioned above. My dad has kept in <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">contact</span> with all of them throughout the years, and it was fun to hear more stories and realize he's exactly the same now, after all these years!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">I am so grateful</span> that I was able to go on this trip with my parents. In addition to all the fun we had, it really was wonderful to spend time in my grandmother's home. The smell when I walk in reminds me of my grandparents. There are so many great memories tucked away in that house...the playhouse, fireworks with grandpa, sneaking out for treats, playing with the cousins. I swear I could hear my grandmother's voice saying, "Oh Bill..." Grandpa was always teasing her you know. Although it's hard to let someone go, I am eternally grateful for all the memories that I have to treasure.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-10382278386777670952011-01-29T16:50:00.000-08:002011-01-29T21:17:41.883-08:00Did you know...<div style="text-align: center;">...that about one month ago we celebrated Christmas? Apparently I forgot, because I never posted these pictures. Here's some snapshots of our spoils this year. It was another wonderful day spent with our dear families.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(Although SOME of them were missing...<span style="font-style: italic;">you know who you are!!</span>)</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgze12ij7VZA1JXbO7IczTOZTLClo4noaMUJY4aNsbyIQzp0c4nlxR9a-fy9Y5fEY8LiisHh2vLseUo3qZGvZfgUsnO8JRkThjXDt_w6G49UFLwDjt7INBZdJ61AotY3P2NeiJw5lFn4Do/s1600/IMG_4472.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgze12ij7VZA1JXbO7IczTOZTLClo4noaMUJY4aNsbyIQzp0c4nlxR9a-fy9Y5fEY8LiisHh2vLseUo3qZGvZfgUsnO8JRkThjXDt_w6G49UFLwDjt7INBZdJ61AotY3P2NeiJw5lFn4Do/s400/IMG_4472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567840575007182578" border="0" /></a><br />New Coats from Grandma Janet<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqXHUQJFqq9-LWlZsna5zI8Xb_QzJ1AMmpU4E4jJHrTIKOHxcA44eWye61H2HnzT7Nq2gDdzVz0McvpkDM4eulNEmGSxThiPD1I0NwCeYJ5TRmQJxc9t1b6IaNXTu7jlgcPhU-H7PsYY/s1600/IMG_4476.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIqXHUQJFqq9-LWlZsna5zI8Xb_QzJ1AMmpU4E4jJHrTIKOHxcA44eWye61H2HnzT7Nq2gDdzVz0McvpkDM4eulNEmGSxThiPD1I0NwCeYJ5TRmQJxc9t1b6IaNXTu7jlgcPhU-H7PsYY/s400/IMG_4476.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567840581555355586" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LlVNqpQRbk71S3EutqjpAaWFPu_uDnJCUlzVq9PZ7-hNbwcJD7Cu5RDFA5zxrdH86V27pYLdBLX0kqrmieoiH9ZOEjRhvCgOQJvffyX_Igz918a4hds76zQ3gDyrpDRH30fcAUmwy2o/s1600/IMG_4475.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LlVNqpQRbk71S3EutqjpAaWFPu_uDnJCUlzVq9PZ7-hNbwcJD7Cu5RDFA5zxrdH86V27pYLdBLX0kqrmieoiH9ZOEjRhvCgOQJvffyX_Igz918a4hds76zQ3gDyrpDRH30fcAUmwy2o/s400/IMG_4475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567840577377496882" border="0" /></a><br />Piggy Banks from cousins Sam, Russell, and Evie<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhuwDOzUBhis7LgCiua9kNy-cS8gj-uJMP1WNixQRKPkukJ8Qu3GtMA6nIJKFCPSrPQ-7NAhd1KIbjC8WgktlIva19C7SnN_xaKCM9V8dwyCKFtXsrF04cbgxyKeUjmo3b9rmB79dKLw/s1600/IMG_4482.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyhuwDOzUBhis7LgCiua9kNy-cS8gj-uJMP1WNixQRKPkukJ8Qu3GtMA6nIJKFCPSrPQ-7NAhd1KIbjC8WgktlIva19C7SnN_xaKCM9V8dwyCKFtXsrF04cbgxyKeUjmo3b9rmB79dKLw/s400/IMG_4482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567840586333332034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgne4M1mX3nv1CutUawtKmqmsB3-c5FAF2xB18ApPqPlyKrTuVRBM4wrAKB0XQEVITbUPrXVPIArOlxD7HnYBmHDxvpReHjtygXhnaHD_gDAwM-eh7_gnO4tdomeOqNCcdZFYgkV2NV6hc/s1600/IMG_4483.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgne4M1mX3nv1CutUawtKmqmsB3-c5FAF2xB18ApPqPlyKrTuVRBM4wrAKB0XQEVITbUPrXVPIArOlxD7HnYBmHDxvpReHjtygXhnaHD_gDAwM-eh7_gnO4tdomeOqNCcdZFYgkV2NV6hc/s400/IMG_4483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567842924772102802" border="0" /></a><br />And of course...the best of all...Woody and Jessie from Santa!<br /></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-87629527921624566932011-01-03T21:40:00.001-08:002011-01-04T15:22:29.935-08:00Visiting MinniePart of our Christmas celebrations this year included a trip to <span style="font-size:130%;">Disneyland</span>.<br />We tagged along with Grandma, Grandpa, Rocky, Steph and cousins for a<br />week long adventure. And, an adventure it was.<br /><br />There is something special about Disneyland.<br />I really feel like it is one of the happiest places on earth, just like they say.<br />I could spend all day, <span style="font-style: italic;">literally all day</span>,<br />in Frontierland, and Adventureland.<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">I love the atmosphere there</span>,<br />and some of my favorite rides are there...<br />Pirates, Splash Mountain, The Haunted Mansion,<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The Hungry Bear Restrooms</span>.<br /><br />Speaking of <span style="font-size:130%;">restrooms</span>,<br />It's a good thing Disney knew what they were doing.<br />There are a million bathrooms, and I think we used EVERY one.<br />After every ride.<br />But, they are all different, and unique, and clean. It was fun to see them all.<span style="font-size:85%;"><br />(My personal favorite was the Queen of Hearts bathroom by the Matterhorn)</span><br />If you don't believe me, here's proof:<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">We potty trained Lauren while we were there.</span> <br />That's how often we went.<br /><br />Audrey was tall enough to ride every ride except California Screamin',<br />and there were <span style="font-size:130%;">many tears</span> shed when she couldn't join us on that one.<br />She LOVES roller coasters, <br />there's not one bone of fear in her body,<br />and she doesn't get motion sickness.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">She takes after her mother</span>.<br /><br />If you are making a pilgrimage to Disneyland this year,<br />you really MUST see the <a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" href="http://disneyland.disney.go.com/disneys-california-adventure/world-of-color/">World of Color</a> in California Adventure.<br />It was amazing. Really.<br /><br />That about sums it up...and now,<br />for your viewing pleasure:<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&noautoplay=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F102763847062018294108%2Falbumid%2F5554511695994622785%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br />P.S. Don't worry, Adam is already planning our trip for later this year,<br />so please, plan on joining us if you can...we promise it will be an adventure!CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-55793343312574323092010-12-24T23:03:00.000-08:002010-12-24T23:25:00.067-08:00It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-TZeYIXzChKbGliodiR5mbFAW436txUKquwCJrmYAfGaTcA67OGhaRvkT-IGWqrEABYAcZaUcov1Lm8ajnlg2HnpwvVmBUAYhnJIpiGgHO-0_2stqUwse5kF2OrFcIC6TMHQyH17mDg/s1600/Disneyland2010+056.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd-TZeYIXzChKbGliodiR5mbFAW436txUKquwCJrmYAfGaTcA67OGhaRvkT-IGWqrEABYAcZaUcov1Lm8ajnlg2HnpwvVmBUAYhnJIpiGgHO-0_2stqUwse5kF2OrFcIC6TMHQyH17mDg/s320/Disneyland2010+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554517331052182370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The most wonderful time of the year<br />is also the busiest time of the year.<br />Hence, the severe lack of posts this month!<br />But, we couldn't let this day go by without saying...<br />Merry Christmas to all,<br />and to all a good night!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQtpQhD49RSeGrYju-EAIQjjhX5ti7eKy-x83j3TmWWTwv84ddmKZqF4hMy6E7itdH56up_dhWA0luPPSjg1j-7h632cWxjEi5gBsVWtR2afASCSONE3ne3AzSYWbesALetjvRiHEkZQ/s1600/Disneyland2010+058.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQtpQhD49RSeGrYju-EAIQjjhX5ti7eKy-x83j3TmWWTwv84ddmKZqF4hMy6E7itdH56up_dhWA0luPPSjg1j-7h632cWxjEi5gBsVWtR2afASCSONE3ne3AzSYWbesALetjvRiHEkZQ/s320/Disneyland2010+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554512932010914290" border="0" /></a><br /></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-52890807144312819202010-12-06T05:53:00.000-08:002010-12-06T06:05:56.984-08:00A Conversation With Audrey<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuM7InfaWdA_bMVTcSCm7AABF-YqAKJPHpcm00AZ9LSXBtHaCbM8cBa5EdTCugV6bE0OyCjxyxEJsHX1yhstg32bABFqdES2vXAjfDcHUe4QF4Zc6x7RlXxunc-Rd2aqFJxk9QiGONv4E/s1600/audrey-h.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuM7InfaWdA_bMVTcSCm7AABF-YqAKJPHpcm00AZ9LSXBtHaCbM8cBa5EdTCugV6bE0OyCjxyxEJsHX1yhstg32bABFqdES2vXAjfDcHUe4QF4Zc6x7RlXxunc-Rd2aqFJxk9QiGONv4E/s320/audrey-h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547569757889904946" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div>Audrey: "Mom, did you know there is only one boy that I like in my class at school?"<br />Me: "No, I didn't. What is his name?"<br />Audrey: "Tyson."<br />Me: "Why do you like Tyson, and not the other boys."<br />Audrey: "Because he has his manners on. <span style="font-size:130%;">All the time</span>."<br />Me: (stifling a laugh) "That is a good reason to like Tyson."<br />Audrey: "Yeah, I wish the other boys had their manners on all the time, but they can be pretty naughty."<br /><br />What a riot! I loved every second of this conversation. And then, when Adam arrived home from work, we had the same conversation with him. At school, her teacher is really focusing on having your "manners on" when you are in class. I really love the things she is learning, and the teacher she has this year. Now, let's hope she always looks for "good manners" in the boys she will one day date!CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-65475266604156049342010-12-01T21:42:00.000-08:002010-12-01T22:21:17.366-08:00A Run and A HikeThe first weekend in November we headed to St. George. Steph (my sis-in-law) and I had signed up to run in the Butch Cassidy 10K back in August. Given all the traveling we had done in October, it was a good thing this run was already signed up and paid for, or I would have probably bailed. But, I'm sure glad we didn't! The race was a blast...it starts in Springdale, not far from the entrance to Zions National Park, and ends in Grafton. Grafton is a small "ghost town" where they've filmed a couple of movies. The scenery was beautiful, and the weather was perfect. Other than Steph swelling up like Quasimodo after the race, due to an allergy in the air...we had a fabulous time!<br /><br />After the race, the boys met us with the kids and we went into the park (thanks to Grandpa Rock and his park pass!) and took the kids on a hike. We ventured up to Weeping Rock, because it's short and sweet, and the kids loved it. They couldn't figure out why water was coming out of the side of a rock. After the hike we had lunch on the river and walked to where The Narrows begin. Also a fun little jaunt. <br /><br />Later that night it was dinner with the Simonson's, the Crump's grew up with these guys, and we had a blast sharing stories (well, I just listened and thoroughly enjoyed it) from the "good old days". It was great! Thanks for spending the evening with us guys! And, thanks to Rocky and Steph for another great idea for an adventure. Let's do it again next year!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&noautoplay=1&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F102763847062018294108%2Falbumid%2F5545958670225019521%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-37945564831651684352010-11-25T07:43:00.000-08:002010-11-25T08:43:11.775-08:00Thanksgiving<div style="text-align: center;">Today I'm grateful.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">For lots of things.<br />Sweet Potato Casserole.<br />Chocolate Chip Pecan Pie.<br />Homemade Rolls.<br />The Heater (it's 6 degrees outside right now!).<br />Good Health.<br />Money to pay the Bills.<br />Secret Friends.<br />All my other Friends.<br /><br />But, on this most wonderful holiday of Thanksgiving,<br />I am MOST grateful for these treasures...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinIQI7xJnYWCZsIGN7mDBlLOMTrl-Aqldoh5RXLXsTkFudfj6LiyTTKRsn96iiX0kkoDL-rVL1QS2mI_8jzUq5YQh_QTH_MjBQwmEBlp2jIUfxLvkHTdm-hL1Diz9x0j9er6FefyFeEm4/s1600/MiscSubwayHalloweenZions+089.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBmfmuRmwucERd5sbUihQKI54Cfsk_ct5bw9BXdGWpYHeDzPJWiFx0s4TchmBaoI9FIJmidHQBloNdTwOMQlOYLgYt7Ub8idwKYGjy09swAln8lBrdnJf2iDS-hPwUGU_1g2_V3M2Q9uE/s320/cousins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543525805838891650" border="0" /></a><br />The Cousins<br /><br />Family is the greatest blessing of all.<br />And, we have the BEST family around!<span style="font-size:130%;"><br />Happy Thanksgiving!</span><br /></div>CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-18137887359501807852010-11-23T21:41:00.000-08:002010-11-23T21:42:22.891-08:00CommentsI'm <span style="font-style: italic;">grateful</span> for people that make comments on my blog.<br />It makes me want to write more...or less, depending on how you look at it.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4139821467172156854.post-84270607500768637252010-11-21T22:56:00.000-08:002010-11-21T23:11:08.252-08:00Winne-the-PoohTonight Audrey and I discovered the joy of reading "Winne-the-Pooh," by A. A. Milne, thanks to the free download on iBooks. We made it through chapter 1. After we finished, Audrey asked me how many chapters there are. When I told her there were 10, she was pretty darn excited. I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">grateful</span> for free stuff, and books. I love books, and reading. I hope to pass that passion on to my girls while they are young, and impressionable.<br /><br />Speaking of reading. I've lost a bit of my blog passion. Not just blogging on MY blog, but reading other blogs. It's funny how certain events in your life can make you step back and put some perspective on things. Losing my grandmother, and going through the motions or funeral, burial, and family togetherness this last week was one of those experiences. I didn't get on the computer much at all, and I realized that I didn't really miss it. Some of my favorite blogs, two in particular, have really lost me lately. I feel that they are only writing to make a few bucks, sell me something, or brag about all the amazing things they get to do...now that they are famous because of these blogs. I'm not sure why I suddenly feel this way, except that my personal experiences have made me change my perspective...or, they really could be seeking these things? Either way, I guess I'm taking them off my news feed. <br /><br />I'm grateful for this new perspective. And, isn't it interesting that I'm giving the lesson next Sunday...on <a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" href="http://lds.org/conference/talk/display/0,5232,23-1-1298-7,00.html">THIS</a> talk? Hmmm. Coincidence? I think not.CrumpyLadyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05604375789913895353noreply@blogger.com0