tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31339836326050591982024-02-19T09:15:27.984-08:00Our Life's JourneyFamilies are like fudge - mostly sweet with a few nuts. These are the stories of my life!Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.comBlogger679125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-26401164488236408042014-01-01T22:28:00.001-08:002014-01-01T22:30:31.033-08:00Happy New Year * 2014!!Here we are....it's officially 2014! It's a new beginning to a new year and I'm excited!<br />
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I'm not just excited because it's a new year...no, definitely not excited for the simple fact that I will officially be another year older, something I'll get into in a moment. I'm excited because this is my first post since Nov. 2012. I know, right?! It's been over a year?<br />
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To be perfectly honest, I really haven't had much to say. Life has been crazy busy...period! Not that I haven't thought about writing, I have...I just never could think of anything to write about.<br />
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Here's a quick timeline just to quickly catch you up...<br />
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<li>Celebrated 20 yrs together with my husband (12 yrs married)!</li>
<li>Celebrated my last year in my 30's. Yes, I will officially be 40 this year. :/</li>
<li>Celebrated 1 year for our restaurants being open!</li>
<li>We vacationed, as usual. This year we went to Clearwater, Fl to see Winter, the dolphin from the movie Dolphin Tale. Then we went to Universal Studios Orlando, Downtown Disney and then the last part of our vacation was spent in Key West. We had the best time! This year is possibly Hawaii!</li>
<li>Since we have Disneyland annual passes and we had only gone there once by Sept, we basically had to catch up and had a Disneyland marathon from mid-Sept to the 1st week in Dec., which meant we went to Disneyland every other weekend. The 6 hr drive each way was tough but we had to get our monies worth. The last trip was enjoyed by having my parents come with us. My dad's first trip back in 30 yrs!</li>
<li>My husband got his first tattoo in memory of his mom who passed away in Sept. 2012.</li>
<li>My daughter and I got to meet Disney's Shake It Up star, Zendaya.</li>
<li>Went on the TMZ tour in Hollywood. </li>
<li>We went to Vegas a couple times and Reno once.</li>
<li>I donated blood for the first time. </li>
<li>My daughter started middle school this year. I feel old now.</li>
<li>Got my first iPhone.</li>
<li>I lost my grandpa last month. He was 92. :(</li>
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It's been a year full of ups and downs, exciting adventures and many memories made. We look forward to hopefully another year with new adventures....and more blog posts! I thank you to those that have stuck around!</div>
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Wow....I can't honestly say I remember the last time I participated in Mama Kat's Writing Assignments. Heck, I haven't been on here very often the past several months, when would I have time to do one of these, right?! Honestly, I'm still wondering if you guys, my readers, are even still reading my blog. If you are, I thank you so much for sticking around! I appreciate it.</div>
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This week I wanted to do one though. Especially with the holidays coming. There seems to be a little more to "yap" about...I guess?!</div>
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I've chosen to do two prompts this week. The first one is this:</div>
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I love doing crafts! In fact, holiday ones are my absolute favorite! Having a daughter makes it even more fun cause you can do them together!</div>
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Over the past 12 years, I've made a couple holiday wreaths for the house. One in particular is my favorite.</div>
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This one graces my front door each year.</div>
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This one, on the other hand, is hung up in the house in our family room</div>
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This year I was actually telling my husband I wanted to make another one but this one, I wanted my daughter to add a little of her own touch to it. Perhaps I see a Michael's trip coming here soon?!</div>
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Since we're talking holiday's. I thought I would share with you what I wore for Halloween this year.</div>
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I usually don't dress up for Halloween, except if we are putting on a Haunted House but we haven't done that in a couple years. However, my brother and his wife were having a Halloween party with friends this year and I thought we would dress up for it. </div>
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Hubby and I were Sandy Clause and Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas and my baby girl was dressed up like the 80's (she actually had a wig that looked like Pat Benatar).</div>
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This is when she just got the outfit so she tried it on for my mom and dad.</div>
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Every year I plan a bunch of things to do as a family during the holidays. </div>
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Every year that list never gets completed.</div>
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It's not that I don't put lots and lots of effort into completing it. It's just that, there isn't enough time in the two months we have during the holidays to complete it.</div>
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My husband and I own a restaurant. Okay, sure, we haven't owned it that long (since July) but my husband works just as many hours now (if not more) than he did before the restaurant closed and we bought it. He works 7 days a week. If he gets a day off, it's Sunday. So, working these fun and exciting events just so happen need to work around his schedule. </div>
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He will sometimes work until noon, which allows extra time in a day than a normal work day, but certain things on the list require an early morning start. </div>
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So....the list remains unfinished.</div>
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This year I have so many fun things planned, yet I continue to struggle with the notorious question, as every year...How will we get to fit all this in??</div>
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<strong><span style="color: red;">1. The Charles Schultz Museum</span></strong></div>
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A couple years ago I took my daughter to the Charles Schultz Museum while my husband was in Michigan. I've been really wanting to take him also. What better time than during the holidays!</div>
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Last year I took my daughter to a local presentation of the Nutcracker, and while it was really good and fun, I want to take her to the one in San Francisco for the experience of dressing up and maybe going to dinner in the city, as well.</div>
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Up in Placerville, there is this lovely country area with several different farms with many different fruits and Christmas trees for sale. They have specialty stores and shops to buy the local delights. It's been a good few years since we've been but this year I vow to go! This one is on the TOP of my list. Plus, we did kind of promise to take our daughter and her friend this year....and I don't like breaking promises ;o)</div>
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Yeah....we've been really bad about this one. We have a really nice outdoor mall and every Thanksgiving/Christmas season, they set up the ice skating tent and each year my daughter begs us to go. Every year we tell her "Not today. Maybe later." I don't want to do that to her this year. She won't be a little kid forever and I want her to have and savor these memories!</div>
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Our season passes actually expired back in May, I think. However, Costco has 4 day park hopper passes for sale with a $50 Costco gift card included. So...we bought them with the intent to upgrade to the season passes again! Half the price is already paid for...woo hoo!</div>
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We've been to this a couple times. It's so much fun! It's like stepping into another era....the era during Charles Dickens. I guess you can say it's like the Renaissance Fair, just during a different time. The food, the costumes, crafts, music and shops is wonderful....so much fun!</div>
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One would say change is good. In some cases, that's true. In my case, not so.</div>
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I know it's been just over two months from my last post. The first month was just being pure busy and lose of bloggy mojo. I think the lose of bloggy mojo has actually taken a life of it's own this year, to be perfectly honest. However, because of the events from the second month, this past month, to be accurate, I vow to be more present in my blog.....and this is why....</div>
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You might want to grab your coffee and a chair. I'll try not to make this too long but I <em>have</em> been gone over two months so you know there has to be an explanation. </div>
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Last year we had planned our annual vacation. We were excited and anticipating the arrival. We had planned on Disney World (the three of us had already been in 2010). In the early months leading up, my in-laws (MIL, FIL and SIL) all planned to join because my FIL really wanted to spend this special time with his grand-daughter. He's worried he won't be around long (he's 65 yrs) because of genetics so, that was fine and understandable to us. My MIL on the other hand, was really worried about the humidity. We have "hot" here in California but it's a dry heat. Something we can handle a lot easier cause well, we're accustomed to it. </div>
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So, anyways.....last month, Sept. 12th, my MIL says to my FIL, while they were alone at home, "Ya know, I'm really looking forward to this Disney World trip". I'm sure my FIL had a bit of a relief to know she just may enjoy herself.</div>
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The next morning, a regular morning, my husband gets ready for work, my daughter gets ready for school and I, would have usually just thrown clothes on cause I had a morning walk to do, decided to also take a shower and get ready. A little odd for my Thurs. morning routine. After I had gotten out of the shower and got dressed, the phone rang. It was 7:40am. I pick it up to see who it was. I noticed it was my MIL name so I said to my daughter "here, it's grandma". My daughter answers and she sounds a bit frantic and says "Mommy, here!!" I answer and it's my SIL. She is crying uncontrollably. She's telling me something and I'm trying to make sense of it. When I finally could understand, this is what I heard, repeatedly..."MY MOM. SHE PASSED AWAY!!!" My initial reactions were a combination of "This isn't making sense. It couldn't be. Is this a joke?? Maybe she is just over-reacting". What I was hearing all happened in just a matter of seconds. I immediately got my husband and gave him the phone, to where he then had to hear and make sense of what I just learned. He kept frantically asking "Are you sure???" and "What happened???" and then "We'll be there in a few minutes!!!" Meanwhile in the middle of this, my daughter started screaming/crying and fell to the ground, as I tried to console her as I cried but the scene was so much more chaotic than I can even put into text. My husband was yelling at us to be quiet so he could hear through my SIL's cries.</div>
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My hair was still wrapped in my towel on my head and I didn't have any shoes on. I pulled the towel off and grabbed my flip flops and we were out the door. That drive had to of been the longest drive ever to my in-law's house that I have ever taken. Not only was I hitting the morning commute traffic, but I managed to hit practically every light manageable. Not even that, the three of us (yes, my daughter didn't make it to school that day. There was no way she could have concentrated at school.) were crying, trying to make sense of the news we just received. We tried to reason and think, "Maybe "SIL" was just over-reacting! Yeah, maybe she's just so upset that she's worried that "MIL" won't be okay". These conversations continued through the drive there. Once we arrived though, my husband knew as soon as he saw the three cop cars and one ambulance. "She's gone!! The cops wouldn't be here if she was still alive!!"</div>
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The next 11 hours consisted of making sense of what happened, consoling each other and making funeral arrangements. My FIL always thought he would go first. So much so that he even had all his funeral arrangements taken care of and paid for. This was so completely unexpected! We had a vacation to still go to two weeks later. Without her now? How is this even going to possibly work? How are we going to manage to even enjoy ourselves knowing she was supposed to be with us? My FIL still wanted to go though. Maybe he thought this would help him? Maybe he needed this break away? I don't know. </div>
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We went and needless to say...it was so very difficult. It wasn't the Happiest Place on Earth for us. While everyone was enjoying themselves, we were just trying to cope and handle our feelings. Some times feeling guilty if we even started to have fun. </div>
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My MIL had diabetes. She didn't have it under control. She was also hypoglycemic and had sleep apnea. Ultimately, it was her diabetes. She was only 62 yrs old. So, please....if you have diabetes, please keep it under control. Take care of yourself!! It's so important!!</div>
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Now, my MIL kept journals. She started writing in the 70's. Things that made her happy, things that make her sad. She was open to her journal with all her emotions. We have not read them. Only a few people have. I think it's so cool though. She kept a history of her life in her journals. Her thoughts and memories are there, still, not lost now that she is gone. This is where my blog comes in. I've always said my blog was <em>my</em> online journal of my thoughts of current happenings and feelings. I would also post things from the past when I felt like sharing, but now I feel like sharing more of my past for my daughter. So when I'm gone, my feelings, emotions and memories won't be lost also. I also have been wanting to turn my blog into books, by year. I feel it is crucial for my daughter to know <em>me.</em> Not just <em>me</em>, the mommy, but the <em>me</em> before I was a mommy. </div>
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Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-17462935213524693282012-08-07T11:38:00.000-07:002012-08-07T11:38:20.226-07:00Holiday camping!<div align="center">Every year before the 4th of July, we always "talk" about plans of what we hope to do and it all sounds great but by the time we actually act on those plan, things are booked, friends already have plans and we end up doing the same 'ol thing. NOTHING!<br /><br />We may bbq in the back and then head out around the town to try and find the best spot to view the local fireworks. "Okay, that was fun. I'm tired. Lets go home now."<br /><br />Fun.<br /><br />Well, this past 4th of July was different.<br /><br />With the process of starting our first restaurant, we wanted to make sure we got some quality family time in before the "BIG Hur-Raw" of the restaurant.<br /><br />Well, we've been trying to camp at this one place in Big Sur but it must be quite popular cause it's booked as far out as I can see. Sheesh. However, we did find some place different. Instead of our usual Calaveras Big Trees, where we head out north-east, this time we headed south.....to the Santa Cruz Mountains!<br /><br /></div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 212px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773993057124575762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkg5T5lOYdjClcennxOjVzypXFrsfU9VR4SvLQLT5DsaMeJAjeVqvs3u9y76i8zvAY7lxYuIM52BO4osxuHJhWmcoKliXS22TxFXRpqpnbzatQ3JWJyJcsoaFYHz6Q70bHjONCnp1xnIk/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" /><p align="center"><br /><br />It really is a beautiful place!<br /><br />Only problem is, we are used to having our own space between campsights and not one that is literally 5 ft from the next camper over.<br /><br />While we were setting up our tent, we noticed the surrounding campers with their usual sized tents. Well, we have been camping for many years and while <em>started out</em> with these usual sized tents, we have upgraded over the years....hence the next conversation...<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773987329680843522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsdbaHgDp4eHTvLOh0ob5Q-AGBHvG5WgJ9gApVIWTPVnI5OV6aL9zcI65_4XZqD-5jpCWJETXoNyiDXK7TuYhudOF6uRpE2nMGSnFygKdPESwAnYdly8q4DtMFbexzjYZw0ruaJWOkCeY/s320/IMG_0598.JPG" /><br /><br /><em>Neighbor:</em> Sorry. We're just watching you set up your condo over there.<br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Us:</em> LOL!! I know, huh?! It's taking up our whole space!<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773987344992429474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0MyCVWBWmUFWh5Mi9FDTB5PDUN6PaWUliS1Im59Z-8nC77gC_axnxYBKZzjCM__DP4PaH7kqSz7j5Vsr5zRsUpW2ohyphenhyphen6iOGCjpg6L4q0UTBGMmg9nx9SU2-hHIfmv_8yfFlxVZoUeJGw/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" /><br /><br />After we set things up, we decided to head down and check out the river.<br /><br />When we were putting things up, we kept hearing a helicopter right above us, real close. When we were heading to the river, we got a closer look and I noticed that it was a rescue effort going on. Never heard whatever happened though. Just hope that person was okay.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNCSvZvAWmlTo6ksmsVgqRTU7NcB6ZQNlkyXpKauIPH5hrKgJkWvFkoVlbSXFD8_4CdD-swoxXTr1vHyMwvID4uI9U83JhkWJnzQLCB_JfxXrk4mMyQw3grc2MbDoKaPrjXELVE2IDMM/s1600/IMG_0610.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773987333310565202" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqNCSvZvAWmlTo6ksmsVgqRTU7NcB6ZQNlkyXpKauIPH5hrKgJkWvFkoVlbSXFD8_4CdD-swoxXTr1vHyMwvID4uI9U83JhkWJnzQLCB_JfxXrk4mMyQw3grc2MbDoKaPrjXELVE2IDMM/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We camped for a few days.<br /><br />To be honest,<br /><br />we enjoyed...<br /><br /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773998173899922546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw7TjBrhGDWErMApDb9SxF6e7EGFqE-CBQsYMFqt6poOFKzEWq6LOG743GVXvzDqPu9VbCPdaf7OqecCTcOiTt1tBSlFNEHpRP_ydMDr84BK-O3EhMwtJaJGWa_qgz6xPJi6LShPhY0rI/s320/IMG_0620.JPG" /><br /><br />every minute...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ggdu2QaqHc-0JdopZwkqXF5WxwmADDSxEdh4Q2TlAQCN5xP59uinxjJN25lFr-jn1FEmWwSS1BjmHiCSC-DTC2o4y3kHrjjmbsjoMLt_nSorjZwUKsMGVxo6eL2-JCUArMsrk7vh_7U/s1600/IMG_0623.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773986676756305362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9ggdu2QaqHc-0JdopZwkqXF5WxwmADDSxEdh4Q2TlAQCN5xP59uinxjJN25lFr-jn1FEmWwSS1BjmHiCSC-DTC2o4y3kHrjjmbsjoMLt_nSorjZwUKsMGVxo6eL2-JCUArMsrk7vh_7U/s320/IMG_0623.JPG" /></a><br /><br />of it!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjihxf-R4pBffexMsdtYwNBrkaa1RDGwyw925o3eZ4i6Uy3OAGm8PVSINwKWg5hy6XdFEXwdRrxSbvoe-xD4PioLOCs43318RmAfbcqboNCmipK7iPth1igz8zKRHZvCDUtbqtA3Yr9U/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773986668468619490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjjihxf-R4pBffexMsdtYwNBrkaa1RDGwyw925o3eZ4i6Uy3OAGm8PVSINwKWg5hy6XdFEXwdRrxSbvoe-xD4PioLOCs43318RmAfbcqboNCmipK7iPth1igz8zKRHZvCDUtbqtA3Yr9U/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" /></a><br /><br />We even got ready to head down to Scotts Valley to enjoy some local fireworks there!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7q_pNkn1fORT-joJdBjWMDPwbkJZE8TEo_wHdCm4WTH8p9SveqQOdq30__fuTKfvBdoSWyei2c72t6Qy8nSgOAfaojxEGFGxuufJdx4tDRNtS4v0oxkCqrN5jt49K7-OLMOs2KDYWzXc/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5773986658709701650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7q_pNkn1fORT-joJdBjWMDPwbkJZE8TEo_wHdCm4WTH8p9SveqQOdq30__fuTKfvBdoSWyei2c72t6Qy8nSgOAfaojxEGFGxuufJdx4tDRNtS4v0oxkCqrN5jt49K7-OLMOs2KDYWzXc/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">(love my daughters <em>fireworks</em> headband!)</span><br /><br />What a great way to refresh ourselves before a long wait for our next vacation.<br /><br />So unusual for us and honestly, I feel soooooo cooped up here at home!!</div><br />AAAHHHHH!!!!<br /><br />All the more reason to blog and keep all of you company but then I have less things to yap about? I guess? Oh boy...maybe I'll just have to start Vlogging!!<br /><br />Hmmm?? Your thoughts on that? I've done it before and it was fun(ny)! An upcoming Vlog post??<br /><br />Ayways...I hope you all will come back and visit me again! I know I've been MIA for awhile and I do plan on being better! I hope to update you more with what's been going on, as well as what's to come!<br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img style="border: currentColor;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a><br /></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-13029268548460474732012-08-04T13:54:00.003-07:002012-08-04T14:03:15.161-07:00Six Word Saturday!<div align="center"><br /><em><strong>Officially A Brown Belt In Karate!!</strong></em><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdoIlb5oIpFafhoMKSWreORr9eqI15UWe7ca_OfvPLxvHX8bttRTSn_IwyRrg2UnN1gyJakqbiNyQQ1PzKjupCOA86yc106GMHFIKEUtXoXqMYdiEL4QH9fdrcSst3VlyE0DZ14qBGc68/s1600/Brown+belt+7-31-12.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5772925013703801522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdoIlb5oIpFafhoMKSWreORr9eqI15UWe7ca_OfvPLxvHX8bttRTSn_IwyRrg2UnN1gyJakqbiNyQQ1PzKjupCOA86yc106GMHFIKEUtXoXqMYdiEL4QH9fdrcSst3VlyE0DZ14qBGc68/s400/Brown+belt+7-31-12.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"> My daughter just earned her Brown belt this past Wednesday! That was my birthday also. I guess you could say that was my birthday?! We're so very proud of her!!</div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"><img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img style="border: currentColor;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"></a></p><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"></a><p></p>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-23959134385911699222012-08-02T09:29:00.000-07:002012-08-02T09:29:32.739-07:00I Have A Confession...I am a mommy! <br />
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Yesterday was her first day in 5th grade. 5TH GRADE!!! *sigh*<br />
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On the way to walking up to her school, she tells me "You're gonna cry, huh?!". I replied with a "No! I'm fine. I've never cried before." She replied with a simple "Oh."<br />
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Well, later as I was carpooling with my husband, driving him to work, I broke down. My husband being a man just simply said "It's OK Hun, it's part of life." No kidding. <br />
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In the next few minutes, I mustard up the courage and dried up my tears and carried on the rest of the day.<br />
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Later as I was tucking my daughter into bed, I told her I broke down earlier. Almost like I was confirming to her that she was right. Instead, I think I just stirred up mixed emotions in her. AHHHHH!!! (I need to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes).<br />
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She then says to me, "I knew it!" so I confirmed with her that I was really fine when she said it and that it was when I was driving "daddy" to work. She then gets quiet a little and says "I wanted to cry too" and then she puts her face in her pillow and breaks down. *sigh* She then goes on to say in the midst of crying, "I don't want to grow up. I love you so much. I don't want you to leave." Oh boy! What did I just start?? <br />
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I never knew how hard it was gonna be to be a "mommy". One thing I can assure you is this, it is a daily learning lesson. Now, to avoid causing my baby girl anymore stress that "mommy is so sad that I'm growing up", I need to encourage her to be excited! Yikes! Again....not an easy thing to do but I am the mommy and I need to do this for my baby girl.<br />
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A month ago my husband lost his job. Not because of anything he did but because the restaurant owner lost his business. My husband worked for this company for 21 years. In fact, we're friends with the owner. My husband gave our friend advise but never took it. It's very unfortunate too. So this loss has been a very bittersweet event in my husband's life.</div>
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During the closure of the business, my husband went to our friend/owner and asked him for his permission to make an attempt himself to reopen the location so that he (my husband) could make ends meet so that he could provide for his own family (us). Our friend approved and so it the journey began....</div>
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It's amazing how God works things out for the good!</div>
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We just opened as a "soft opening" on July 19th to work out some kinks and changing products to what "works". We'll have our Grand Opening next month with the Chamber of Commerce, ribbon cutting and the local newspaper. We're pretty excited!!</div>
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We've been without my husband's paycheck for over a month now which is a little scary and nerve wracking but I have complete faith in God that he will take care of us!</div>
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It's been 3 weeks since my last post.</div>
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It's been a whirlwind too.</div>
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A mixture of good and the most recent....no so good.</div>
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Well, as I mentioned in my last post, we we're going to Vegas to attend the Billboard Music Awards. That was last week. Wow...last week? Already? How does that even happen? I mean, I was JUST there. Time...if only I could freeze it.</div>
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Anyway, on the way to the airport to start our mini vacation, we stopped off to visit my grandpa who had passed away 19 yrs ago. The last time I went to visit him was 2008. A visit was so overdue.</div>
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Then we took my daughter to Hayward to show her the house I grew up in the first 4 yrs of my life.</div>
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It's a bit run down from the last time I remembered :o(</div>
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Then off to the airport we went.</div>
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We had just mentioned literally minutes before "Let's look for the Vegas Strip people" and BAM!...There they were! Very cool!</div>
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The real fun started the next day.</div>
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Needless to say, we had lots of fun!</div>
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The last bit of good news is today, my daughter and I went back to a church we had once visited. I had been visiting one church close to home (5 min away) but I felt God calling me to this other church (15 min away) and my daughter and I have been on the hunt for a new home church since mid December and can finally say, we found it!!</div>
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She saw that he is gonna be in Las Vegas on 5-20-12 for the Billboard Music Awards. <img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5738390072416253186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqsMdorkZrIq9L8WWESuy93TSrUmVlrhWwOy5W9-nGREETFE6Wj7iPkhMdDIm1WidY3kpWNnv054EE08rdYv1FYZhIv3hPyfrdDtPmuJF-0ofU0uD-6x4d-3FXlF-lEAlY9cF2GdL2eTA/s400/Billboard+music.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 110px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 223px;" /> So, you know what question she asked....</div>
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Knowing we go to Vegas so much, knowing my husband and I were already planning a trip there next month for our anniversary and KNOWING my husband kepted asking me, infront of her, "should we take her this time?"</div>
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My husband followed her into the computer room to check out the details and to our surprise, there were tickets still available!</div>
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Justin Bieber, Carrie Underwood, Cee Lo Green, LMFAO, The Wanted, Usher, Kelly Clarkson, Linkin Park and Nelly Furtado. </div>
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It's less appealing to my eyes. The only thing I will say I do like is when I upload a photo, it will upload exactly where I want it to be. Besides that, it makes me "blogging" a little less willing. *hmph* Oh yes, and I love that I can easily add these lovely flower dividers!! :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What else I don't like is, when I had decided to change my layout, the website I get them from ALSO decided to change the way things were. It's not so simple to add them anymore. So, if you were wondering why my layout looks kind of funky, that's why :o/</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Okay....enough of my rant!</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin416MiqLudZmRS2l2f5uzW6i3enXOYk8CkQ-F8eSitZhgH_5lN6NVBW6zBBdUxFxbysJgEaOiDfrzNSqtsFydIR3jWNefTnX1bSp-s-raJfX6Z2OlB6XLubuy-5nfkCcIlPVgxVV11qU/s1600/tulipdivider-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="29" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin416MiqLudZmRS2l2f5uzW6i3enXOYk8CkQ-F8eSitZhgH_5lN6NVBW6zBBdUxFxbysJgEaOiDfrzNSqtsFydIR3jWNefTnX1bSp-s-raJfX6Z2OlB6XLubuy-5nfkCcIlPVgxVV11qU/s320/tulipdivider-1.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A few weeks ago we bought a Blu-Ray player for our family room, cause having one in the bedroom and not in the family room seemed a little silly. We liked it! We got Pandora setup on it. We watched some movies on it. The remote seemed a little cheap but whatever. Well, last night, just when I was feeling in one of my "movie time" moods, I stuck in a scary movie. I waited....and waited...I could hear it but I couldn't see it. My husband said "Maybe it's supposed to start off like that, being a scary movie." I thought "possible" but I let it play and still no picture. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had just watched a movie on the thing the day before and it worked. Okay, so I switched the movie out for another. See if it was just the movie or the player. Sure enough, the next movie did the same thing. UGH!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My husband was getting irritated at this point. He looked on the Best Buy website (where we bought it) to check the reviews. The fact that we didn't check before in the first place is so out of the norm for us. I guess you can say it was an impulse buy?! :) Anywho, my husband found ours and it got horrible reviews. The people had the same problem as us! So, needless to say, we're going back down today (hopefully!) to change it for a completely different model. <span style="font-size:xx-small;">(hint: don't buy the <a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/Toshiba+-+Wi-Fi+Built-In+Blu-ray+Player/2945889.p?id=1218381028040&skuId=2945889&st=toshiba%20bdx2250&cp=1&lp=1" target="_blank">Toshiba BDX2250</a>)</span></div><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin416MiqLudZmRS2l2f5uzW6i3enXOYk8CkQ-F8eSitZhgH_5lN6NVBW6zBBdUxFxbysJgEaOiDfrzNSqtsFydIR3jWNefTnX1bSp-s-raJfX6Z2OlB6XLubuy-5nfkCcIlPVgxVV11qU/s1600/tulipdivider-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="29" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin416MiqLudZmRS2l2f5uzW6i3enXOYk8CkQ-F8eSitZhgH_5lN6NVBW6zBBdUxFxbysJgEaOiDfrzNSqtsFydIR3jWNefTnX1bSp-s-raJfX6Z2OlB6XLubuy-5nfkCcIlPVgxVV11qU/s320/tulipdivider-1.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br />Speaking of purchasing, we recently bought a new camera for our upcoming vacation in the Fall. We had previously had (still have, just haven't gotten rid of) a Sony Cyber-Shot. LOVED the thing! Had a nice slide down to turn it on. Similar to this one, just a few years older...<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQniPrpWIfY-g1Quv03T6rp3ig6vHsdSye7PyS_dMepNDK66rl_-_NAXbttnr5VwdYAlgwBMaOOuv8rruztR38OUsi411hBLWj5eTZ9x0LJCf0UVHmF-eFdWm6vFf1BN10I3FzpBzXOA/s1600/sony.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbQniPrpWIfY-g1Quv03T6rp3ig6vHsdSye7PyS_dMepNDK66rl_-_NAXbttnr5VwdYAlgwBMaOOuv8rruztR38OUsi411hBLWj5eTZ9x0LJCf0UVHmF-eFdWm6vFf1BN10I3FzpBzXOA/s320/sony.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Great camera! Loved it! I loved how I didn't have to worry about knocking the lens off or breaking it off (yes, even me who has a Canon SLR was known to be rough with my cameras that I broke the lens off of one of them. I know....shocking!!) So I thought this was the best option for me at the time. Well, now that we had to move on to something new, that actually works, we had to "settle" for one with a lens that extends out. </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQ8X-pz7OujjAgGDvj0Z7n9pfr8B58ksTOo_ZX0-fvBHNSM9yzUoz1pBpgsMVJup9vwvWEFga2z2jlNpcS_DAef1McgAbWBtzDoi-O2vclT0naFwucgAqHXzO8CyxIZeQHKLKHkPqitY/s1600/canon+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBQ8X-pz7OujjAgGDvj0Z7n9pfr8B58ksTOo_ZX0-fvBHNSM9yzUoz1pBpgsMVJup9vwvWEFga2z2jlNpcS_DAef1McgAbWBtzDoi-O2vclT0naFwucgAqHXzO8CyxIZeQHKLKHkPqitY/s320/canon+1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, mine is red too! Now....I only have to behave myself in the mad rush of things while on vacation. I hope I can control myself! Wish me luck! Or shall I say...wish "IT" luck! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin416MiqLudZmRS2l2f5uzW6i3enXOYk8CkQ-F8eSitZhgH_5lN6NVBW6zBBdUxFxbysJgEaOiDfrzNSqtsFydIR3jWNefTnX1bSp-s-raJfX6Z2OlB6XLubuy-5nfkCcIlPVgxVV11qU/s1600/tulipdivider-1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="29" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin416MiqLudZmRS2l2f5uzW6i3enXOYk8CkQ-F8eSitZhgH_5lN6NVBW6zBBdUxFxbysJgEaOiDfrzNSqtsFydIR3jWNefTnX1bSp-s-raJfX6Z2OlB6XLubuy-5nfkCcIlPVgxVV11qU/s320/tulipdivider-1.gif" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Lastly, for this post....this Saturday is an exciting day for my baby girl.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She wanted to participate so we entered her into a karate tournament. This will be her first time! It should be an exciting experience for her also! I can't wait!! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">She said to me the other day "I wonder what it's going to look like inside where the tournament is. I envision it to look like on karate kid!" I replied "Yeah, me too." I find it so cute how kids use their imagination.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This proud mama will be taking photos so stay tuned!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-7265373990230213192012-04-14T19:53:00.001-07:002012-04-16T21:34:36.572-07:00It's A New Month<div style="text-align: center;">
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Reason being is, I haven't been really active with my photos lately. Life has been crazy busy and I'm kind of on a "break" per se, with taking photos. I need to get back in the groove of things but it's just not something I can just snap my fingers, grab my camera and be at it again. I don't know what it is but I just need to find myself in it again. In the meantime, I'm taking the website down cause I'm wasting $20/month. Instead, which I'm excited to say, I am putting that money to much better use...</div>
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This is the radio station I listen to and love! I was introduced to it a few years ago and honestly, my life has changed ever since. I have started to get back on track in terms of my relationship with God, which to me, is one of the most important things. Plus, my husband and daughter enjoy it also.</div>
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Since I started listening to this station, my husband and daughter have both been Saved! I had already been saved, back when I was a little girl. One of the special things is, my daughter was Saved on Easter morning, 2 yrs ago. What an awesome day that was!</div>
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You see, when we are planning (the Fall), that particular week is the weekend our lease is up at my job. My boss has been trying to work a deal out to extend our lease but the building just isn't budging. There are a couple other things we need to check but if it doesn't work out, we're going to have to move which means, our vacation will have to wait until the following weekend. Plus, we'll end up missing out on one other location we were hoping on adding to the beginning of our trip. Let's just hope all works out cause I want to go to the bonus stop!</div>
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2 MORE DAYS LEFT OF TAX SEASON!!!</div>
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Needless to say, this tax season has been H.O.R.R.I.B.L.E!!</div>
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Now that it's just about over, I'm hoping to be back, updating my blog more. :o)</div>
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Maybe by then, I can update ya'll with more stuff that I just may be forgetting at the moment.</div>
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<a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" style="border: currentColor;" /></a></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-4049782960990067332012-03-17T12:27:00.000-07:002012-03-17T12:27:25.027-07:00Six Word Saturday!<div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><em>Forgot The Green And Got Pinched!<br /></em></strong><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgut6JL3xbcbIK000RnI-IIIJpyxpFpyNtgiXxFHxImKzdEVRuqlYZMY8ZQra7QA9t7Ohk5-wvsYqiQuSDU7Pjs-OTwVBtaF4gmDyC17pLmdu0RHckoDVS2lFKvzdF5cRpWu06rK6SAG-8/s1600/tumblr_m0yi3osR781qfpcnio1_500_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 290px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720948451428714658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgut6JL3xbcbIK000RnI-IIIJpyxpFpyNtgiXxFHxImKzdEVRuqlYZMY8ZQra7QA9t7Ohk5-wvsYqiQuSDU7Pjs-OTwVBtaF4gmDyC17pLmdu0RHckoDVS2lFKvzdF5cRpWu06rK6SAG-8/s400/tumblr_m0yi3osR781qfpcnio1_500_large.jpg" /></a><p align="center">Honestly though, I don't really celebrate St. Patty's Day in a "celebratory" kind of way.<br /><br />I have a kid so I make sure I (usually) make sure I have green on, but that's about the extent of it.</p><p align="center">I don't go out and get all lushed up cause I don't really drink,</p><p align="center">so this surely doesn't apply to me....</p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SeU41H0i8eicWE7vBAkslzUfZahPfosFM4AvlZd72Q7lq-CS1aFYr-0fgnjRhQMonW3TYnKQiXLey-ED3B0wm6VHMUBSZ1KoJDz-SFXGnA7KBzZVvb_FX15LQ_HKjZjg13pekeyhBFA/s1600/funny-st-patricks-day-photos-32_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 222px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720948452940328146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4SeU41H0i8eicWE7vBAkslzUfZahPfosFM4AvlZd72Q7lq-CS1aFYr-0fgnjRhQMonW3TYnKQiXLey-ED3B0wm6VHMUBSZ1KoJDz-SFXGnA7KBzZVvb_FX15LQ_HKjZjg13pekeyhBFA/s400/funny-st-patricks-day-photos-32_large.jpg" /></a><p align="center"><br />But this I can celebrate!!<br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiMBllygxpTU2nufb2G-M7Ng7STRsE-YmexDiCmz0w5cyS19m7luws1uOyPVMKfxltqLeknsaMUqdbqr_44jRSuj8ezyl9VSBc25m_rfFlEHT2Lem3qd3MsnOhbO2Zbuo3cfk3R1vWbU/s1600/rainbowpuddings_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 267px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720948447745588690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIiMBllygxpTU2nufb2G-M7Ng7STRsE-YmexDiCmz0w5cyS19m7luws1uOyPVMKfxltqLeknsaMUqdbqr_44jRSuj8ezyl9VSBc25m_rfFlEHT2Lem3qd3MsnOhbO2Zbuo3cfk3R1vWbU/s400/rainbowpuddings_large.jpg" /></a><p align="center"><br />Doesn't these just look yummy? And "oh so" pretty?!</p><p align="center">Happy St. Patty's Day!<br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Be safe out there!!}</span><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img style="border: currentColor;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></p>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-57246339156427129732012-03-15T10:21:00.001-07:002012-03-15T10:24:56.253-07:00Writer's Workshop: It happened at Disneyland<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWEl79ELqiTu-KPtAw8guhPnLQsBrxbCq86VwpbM3Y3b06qUOzQqdLC2Z8bV0jXaZziM8bqSkYfCR5YRlWxjJrwqXXkbtfzgeGLFSTmi2d1VpVvRS7PoQWSE_cyJCjDTk6AJICfGfl4s/s1600/workshop-button-1.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 125px; height: 125px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720175208741335634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizWEl79ELqiTu-KPtAw8guhPnLQsBrxbCq86VwpbM3Y3b06qUOzQqdLC2Z8bV0jXaZziM8bqSkYfCR5YRlWxjJrwqXXkbtfzgeGLFSTmi2d1VpVvRS7PoQWSE_cyJCjDTk6AJICfGfl4s/s400/workshop-button-1.png" /></a><br /><br />It happened at Disneyland.<br /><br />Yes, we were at this magical place, filled with laughter and smiling faces!<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifCMte6oT9xNshAzD4ZAktI1-_UN8d1Gweo7Cl91eNZ7BL0RRRO_aeWu3YrZk_6X2img-OIWm0Rz5TomELZABiZ1R9ho6mOS-X7emBuOBJoCfcHYMIt6MPa861w0yHbdzcVkMWQUmYpA/s1600/Disney-Castle-disneyland-1203362_664_700.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 379px; height: 400px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720167022506051442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifCMte6oT9xNshAzD4ZAktI1-_UN8d1Gweo7Cl91eNZ7BL0RRRO_aeWu3YrZk_6X2img-OIWm0Rz5TomELZABiZ1R9ho6mOS-X7emBuOBJoCfcHYMIt6MPa861w0yHbdzcVkMWQUmYpA/s400/Disney-Castle-disneyland-1203362_664_700.jpg" /></a><br /><br />But then something happened.<br /><br />Being here, we are among kids. Kids all around but also our own kids....okay, and myself.<br /><br />It was me, my husband, my daughter and our friend and her two daughters.</p><p align="center">My daughter and I as well as our friend's two daughters reflected on a trip we had taken to Yosemite and a funny incident that took place. So we started to play out that funny incident again, just in a bigger way.</p><p align="center">I don't recall who started it but for all I know, it could have been me, yes...ME. Hey! I'm a kid at heart too, ya know.<br /><br /></p><p align="center">Anyways....<br /><br />As we were in line for a ride, I remember one of us oh-so-slightly touching a nearby person and claiming....wait for it......wait for it.....<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDz8UT1UJMw3n1rh39gINY8n8y6Yp2Egf5RftFTba5OA3GApQCUa3LkLFjbSHGh0qukdfoImXtyCcp5B1LreJNc9pTjxKPODwggCUeh3MCM2Za1vNrJ3dXuBZU5NwBWLnboGVlkLbz28M/s1600/CheeseTouch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 346px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720167014014625042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDz8UT1UJMw3n1rh39gINY8n8y6Yp2Egf5RftFTba5OA3GApQCUa3LkLFjbSHGh0qukdfoImXtyCcp5B1LreJNc9pTjxKPODwggCUeh3MCM2Za1vNrJ3dXuBZU5NwBWLnboGVlkLbz28M/s400/CheeseTouch.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">CHEESE TOUCH!!!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgGrG8gvD7qhSawi_LImPEVL4aMlsNH2c2XGGZMh8u_ZnG4YnsU_4j-DHp0l164TUTCuxqO4YUPuq5A944nNeH9KCHVC9B2DVqf6OZmF1C1PPR3CVYlzPLHTQMiNbpzPvsiPDL-Cwyyc/s1600/Darren_with_cheese_touch.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 285px; height: 220px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720167007921777858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNgGrG8gvD7qhSawi_LImPEVL4aMlsNH2c2XGGZMh8u_ZnG4YnsU_4j-DHp0l164TUTCuxqO4YUPuq5A944nNeH9KCHVC9B2DVqf6OZmF1C1PPR3CVYlzPLHTQMiNbpzPvsiPDL-Cwyyc/s400/Darren_with_cheese_touch.png" /></a><br /><br />That's right! From that moment on, as we were racing from ride to ride, we were randomly touching people as they passed us and yelling out CHEESE TOUCH!<br /><br />It was so funny! We couldn't stop laughing. With the strange looks we got from people to people getting startled. <br /><br />It. Was. Hilarious!<br /><br />Then, later in the evening at California Adventure, we were in line to get some ice cream and my daughter touched the young boy in front of us and said those words and the look on that boys face was priceless. He looked panicked. Didn't know which way to go and then, he touched his grandma and said CHEESE TOUCH! We started busting up laughing.<br /><br />Good times. Good times!<br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img style="border: currentColor;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></div></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-79463252186597225032012-03-06T14:26:00.000-08:002012-03-06T14:26:45.063-08:00Funny things she says!<div align="center">While in Key West on our snorkeling trip, not more than 5 minutes was my daughter in the water when she got stung by a jelly fish.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />Later, after we got home from our trip, my daughter says to me, "Mommy, when I got stung by the jelly fish, why didn't I see electricity in the water?"<br /></div><div align="center"><br />I think my daughters been watching too much Spongebob Squarepants!! LOL<br /></div><div align="center"><br />~~~<br /></div><div align="center"><br />Last week while getting ready for work and my daughter was getting ready for school, we were having the following conversation:<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Me:</strong> When grandma and grandpa pick you up after school, tell them to drive careful.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Daughter:</strong> I will.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Me:</strong> Tell them I said they are carrying precious cargo!<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Daughter:</strong> Tell them what?<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Me:</strong> They're carrying precious cargo.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><em>*Look of confusion from my daughter*</em><br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Me:</strong> Do you know what that is?<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Daughter:</strong>Yes! And I'm not that!<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Me:</strong> What is it then?<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Daughter:</strong> It's a snail!<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><em>*I begin to laugh*<br /></em></div><div align="center"><br /><strong>Me:</strong> That's escargot, not precious cargo. Cargo is like suitcases, silly!!<br /></div><div align="center"><br />~~~~<br /></div><div align="center"><br />The other day we went to my in-laws house to drop our dog off as we were going out of town. As we were in the car, ready to leave, my father-in-law comes out and asked about my husband taking a look at this cassette tape converter and figure out how to work it when he has a chance.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />He asked if we had a cassette tape at home and my husband said he didn't recall, maybe but to grab one any way.<br /></div><div align="center"><br />That's when my daughter, from the backseat asked "what's a cassette tape?"<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br />Really???!!! LOL<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br />OMG....I feel old now!<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com" target="_blank"><img style="border: currentColor;" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-82288223976454526722012-02-18T09:40:00.000-08:002012-02-18T09:42:19.987-08:00Six Word Saturday!<div align="center"><em><strong>Can't Wait To See Newsboys Today!</strong></em></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5vrhDpi8NG5HUmgoUpGRDCmMlIZIPmCmCfX9MMN_lnynWiYo0TJQMBxXZ5vNfGJsV2hUbuD2g3uafGN7yqBu3qRDDPI9fekgAQ8xt0xenXOZB8XNAaL-kafATKiXntmmSV5hSq1Twmw/s1600/newsboys.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710529403252305266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE5vrhDpi8NG5HUmgoUpGRDCmMlIZIPmCmCfX9MMN_lnynWiYo0TJQMBxXZ5vNfGJsV2hUbuD2g3uafGN7yqBu3qRDDPI9fekgAQ8xt0xenXOZB8XNAaL-kafATKiXntmmSV5hSq1Twmw/s400/newsboys.jpg" /></a><br /><br />We've saw Newsboys a year and a half ago and we're going to see them again today!<br /><br />They are one of our favorite Christian groups so we're pretty excited!<br /><br />Most people, when they think of Christian music, they think of hymns and traditional music but the Christian groups today have reached out to all different genres of music just to get the Word of God out and celebrate what He has done for us and the truth and what we have to look forward to, in His name!<br /><br />Their music has done just that for me!<br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/S_OTz-lpDjw" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zKNl0WJB57g" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"><img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></p>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-48543983136349577542012-02-14T10:37:00.000-08:002012-02-14T10:37:47.570-08:00Love is in the air...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LkAyhQt93dmbSYCELbatgjnleAe78zVGe7efwuOQ5smslHRmWYyLBUxSmhoNeG79qmn6vhcTfjYtxxoYmcQK5YfIif_WQo9gTV44xxe3xq5dziWsM7qk9Q2r0iW_I749ybdWf8pMKzs/s1600/heart+bubble.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709055747560610514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9LkAyhQt93dmbSYCELbatgjnleAe78zVGe7efwuOQ5smslHRmWYyLBUxSmhoNeG79qmn6vhcTfjYtxxoYmcQK5YfIif_WQo9gTV44xxe3xq5dziWsM7qk9Q2r0iW_I749ybdWf8pMKzs/s400/heart+bubble.jpg" /></a> <a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">{via}</span></a><br /><br />I love holidays!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Especially one's where there are pretty colors and cute hearts all around.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I love any reason to go out to dinner or even maybe a movie.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I know a lot of people find it to be too commercialized and I agree but I still like to have fun with it.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I actually have The View on in the other room and I caught a glimpse of Barbara Walters touching on a issue that arises in some schools when it comes to Valentine's.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">She said this<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>"I don't think kids, think schools should be passing out Valentine's"</em><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">When I heard that I thought to myself, <em>"why the heck not?"</em> but then I continued to listen as she continued to say that some kids don't get any or there are the popular girls. She brought up how her daughter one year gave a Valentine to everyone in her class and she didn't even receive one.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Honestly, I agree.....to an extent.<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">My daughter's class, and has done so every year, creates a list of all the children in each class so that everyone gets a Valentine.<br /><br /></div></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNiqjeR2yZHK_RpcO-F7A9cuxtvPAXEhsybfhskrFiOCM07GkA0o2ZIgCf3z9YkCEylv2Cm9MUSpiETgLtHSbkGqdEO8TcKC1x7uFFNKlQg_JY_4MX7EhMLl6b8S6D6LgNWBahC6S4Jc/s1600/valentine+cards.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709059397279361682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNiqjeR2yZHK_RpcO-F7A9cuxtvPAXEhsybfhskrFiOCM07GkA0o2ZIgCf3z9YkCEylv2Cm9MUSpiETgLtHSbkGqdEO8TcKC1x7uFFNKlQg_JY_4MX7EhMLl6b8S6D6LgNWBahC6S4Jc/s400/valentine+cards.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.weheartit.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">{via}</span></a></div><br /><div align="center">I took my daughter to the store and we picked out girly ones for the girls and NBA ones for the boys and they each get a Twizzler with them. Everyone will be happy! <br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">I have to say though, how proud I am with my daughter. *bragging moment*</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">You see, there is a boy in her class that doesn't have really any friends. He gets teased and made fun of. He even plays by himself at recess. My daughter has asked if he wants to play but he always declines. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">She has come home telling me stories about him and how she feels bad. We have always told her we never tease other kids. I have even shared stories of how I got teased and it's not nice or fun and these children have a hard time dealing when it happens to them. I share how God loves us and he is very disappointed when he sees this happening to one of his children.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">So, when she was filling out her Valentine's, in the boys stack, it came with your ordinary size cards and then 2 big ones with word searches. She saved one for her dad and the other for that little boy. She said to me "I'm giving it to "R" be cause he's the only one that deserves it!"</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Awww...bless her heart!!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">~~~</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">What are your thoughts on Valentine's in school?</div><br /><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-87484656470061379972012-02-09T07:30:00.000-08:002012-02-09T07:30:01.938-08:00Writing Workshop: The Grand Finale<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7jk4qT6BYXstzKKGdLf1Q0sX7zFaBn0rzpZ_gsQff9zwwajuMrO6TTUXJsAkLKS0wTCHirgBBMRUv3LF1lgAxHgnY43SUOEQD5UmvkNKRdC7_Dpy79pDPxMv5ihm-5S2NOasO-VIqQE/s1600/workshop-button-1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706992587557890434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7jk4qT6BYXstzKKGdLf1Q0sX7zFaBn0rzpZ_gsQff9zwwajuMrO6TTUXJsAkLKS0wTCHirgBBMRUv3LF1lgAxHgnY43SUOEQD5UmvkNKRdC7_Dpy79pDPxMv5ihm-5S2NOasO-VIqQE/s400/workshop-button-1.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>1.) Who was at your front door? (inspired by </strong>fam mum slim) <br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Who was at my front door? Well, honestly, we haven't had anyone come to our front door in a while. Either that, or someone has and because we're always on the go, we missed them. Ya know, the last person at my door was probably one of those Pizza Guys employees putting a coupon flyer on our front door. </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong>2. Start with the phrase “Ten years ago on this day, I was…” (inspired by </strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Business2Blogger/posts/10150391681089292" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><strong>Business 2 Blogger</strong></a><strong>) </strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Ten years ago on this day, 2/8, I was 5 months pregnant. It was a Friday so I worked. I was so excited too. I probably even did my daily internet check on Babycenter.com. Since we were first time parents, we didn't even find out what the sex was, a pretty exciting time!<br /><br /><br /><strong>3. If you give a Mom a Blank…a post written in the style of the children’s “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie” books. (Inspired by </strong><a href="https://www.facebook.com/creativekristi/posts/10151116422455291" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><strong>Creative Kristi</strong></a><strong>) </strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">If you give a Mom a couple uninterruped hours, depending on the woman, she'll either do some cleaning, go shopping, take a little nap, read, play on the computer or maybe even go for a walk. However, THIS Mom would watch a movie!<br /><br /><br /><strong>4. Without social media I…(inspired by </strong><a href="http://www.bellebeanchicagodog.com/2012/01/without-social-media.html" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"><strong>a belle, a bean & a Chicago dog</strong></a><strong>)<br /><br /></strong><br /><div align="center">Without social media, I would probably get more stuff done. lol I notice, when I just "pop" on for a "few" minutes, it seems to turn into a half hour or even longer. Sometimes, I will be in the middle of doing something and get sidetracked to check maybe a status or see if I have a comment and there goes another half hour. I know, I know....Pathetic! I'm sure I'm not the only one out there...hmmm?? </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><strong>5. A poem for your valentine.</strong><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center">Roses are Red<br /><br /><div align="center">Violets are Blue<br /><br /><div align="center">The day wouldn't be the same<br /><br /><div align="center">If I didn't have You.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">So many memories<br /><br /><div align="center">Each and every year<br /><br /><div align="center">Some not so good<br /><br /><div align="center">Others even more dear.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">A special little girl<br /><br /><div align="center">We share this day with now<br /><br /><div align="center">A special love we have<br /><br /><div align="center">Simply changes it all somehow.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">As we each grow older<br /><br /><div align="center">We learn a wise lesson<br /><br /><div align="center">Trust and communicate<br /><br /><div align="center">Cause marriage is a true Blessin'!<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><strong><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></strong></a><strong><br /></strong></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-11014598143446749202012-02-04T08:26:00.000-08:002012-02-04T08:52:04.465-08:00Six Word Saturday!<div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>The Simple Things That Bring Joy!</em></strong><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaVQHX9UPdn_fnA6eHYcxt_DPNKtPYVMmq8b6ynKjMy2hCmSpx8xNi3aue-4XqQgjkbY4Ahp5UwAGRmjuSPpWuutoJewdIu5cAZAVK38z4iyU-BvTGNUJmP2CtAA7d5yAUa2f4zqos0s/s1600/Dancingflower-edited.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705316092694422514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzaVQHX9UPdn_fnA6eHYcxt_DPNKtPYVMmq8b6ynKjMy2hCmSpx8xNi3aue-4XqQgjkbY4Ahp5UwAGRmjuSPpWuutoJewdIu5cAZAVK38z4iyU-BvTGNUJmP2CtAA7d5yAUa2f4zqos0s/s400/Dancingflower-edited.jpg" /></a><br /><br />I'm a girl. Clearly.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">With that said, I love cute and adorable things!!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">It's the simple things.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Such as waking up and seeing my precious baby in the morning and giving her a kiss and smelling her sweet face just melts me!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">But other than that, looking at this dancing flower each morning also puts a smile on my face and happiness in my heart!<br /><br />What simple thing puts a smile on your face each day?<br /><br /><a href="http://www.showmyface.com/search/label/6WS"><img src="http://i395.photobucket.com/albums/pp35/showmyface/guts/6wsButton.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-84834081380319916722012-02-03T10:00:00.000-08:002012-02-03T10:00:03.313-08:00Who will you be rooting for??<div align="center">This Sunday is the big day!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Will you be watching?<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704660837430414802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHeGFgm_fxK6VXjx1skxRovVI-wJarqOPHTuLncZpecASqlSJ9qtrtPWxdurMgM7RXvBAF-vc9lRPFREklmu7EgTj_5jFq_3tyKQrTjwSvvAnrvvOiV1pGEoxOKPA_ivjpBHGuI8AXM50/s400/Super-Bowl-XLVI-Patriots-Giants.jpg" /><br /><br />Who will you be rooting for?<br /><br />I know who I'm rooting for.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">The same as every year....<br /><br />The commericals<br /><br /><iframe height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VhkDdayA4iA" frameborder="0" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">and the food!<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704661955155768946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVMBvqRiYY-q8mVDR9JzfuWvXK3ZZW4Ljpy0k6Az7ijVUHrKpff2MemKV5EHt3TUpacqfMnPRsXhHqDw6tpTfot92daOIzxPntM7d-CR0TGM3QDvTheTJHXSTNcVY98L5oMZ__iDzIHY4/s400/super-bowl-foods.jpg" /><br /><br />That's right!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">That's where you'll find me, just like every other year :o)<br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a> </p></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-19833301858074302712012-02-02T10:32:00.000-08:002012-02-02T14:37:52.822-08:00Writer's Workshop: High School<div align="center">What was I like in High School?<br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704603520438336690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmpyNFxsErdql4OIAxwj_hw2DvrUk1zcoeuk31ryLcC9FBeySHdaJqGt5tTz3u8ssMTaCxWAfJL8ZNIhN37dMMia123IHQILzjqzr2ElTaPFZRQCvE92u1g0anzIk08p2VKfeAFksi8jM/s400/Senior+pic.jpg" /><br /><br />Well, to be perfectly honest, nothing like I am today.<br /><br />Okay, I take that back. Not exactly who I am today, just maybe a hint of who I am today.<br /><br />Too confusing?<br /><br />Well let's see here...<br /><br />I was always referred to as "Bobby's little sister" so to be who I was really got overshadowed by who I was referred to as.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07lGNoiPok6caLvX3O-1UHleXZzFVmjhHvjHDy58ni1XqmmfRHixeypRViDrsQBjILtvXM7xzZs962OhRxcTSx72IzebxeR6zw8REbBl8teyjFis2hsMemYyAaVIlax3nMCQleFMBz3A/s1600/Bobby+and+Anna.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704606207891195650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj07lGNoiPok6caLvX3O-1UHleXZzFVmjhHvjHDy58ni1XqmmfRHixeypRViDrsQBjILtvXM7xzZs962OhRxcTSx72IzebxeR6zw8REbBl8teyjFis2hsMemYyAaVIlax3nMCQleFMBz3A/s400/Bobby+and+Anna.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">{My brother and his bff, Anna at her house}</span><br /><br />Everyone knew my brother. He was the cool dude in school. He was part of the stoner group but you could also say he was popular.<br /><br />Me on the other hand, I was shy and reserved. Nervous or timid and afraid to say anything stupid and look like a dork. Always worried what others would think of me. I never really talked unless you were my friend. Then I was very bubbly and silly. Love to laugh and be a "ham", as my mom would call me.<br /><br />While in my first year of high school, 10th grade, my brother was a senior. In one of his <em>many</em> annoying moments where he thought it was <em>so funny </em>to pick on me, he decided to spit, yes...spit, gum in my hair. I had to go to the office so they could cut that gum out of my hair. I couldn't wait until he graduated!<br /><br />Then my junior year began and as always, each time a new school year would begin, I would get all nervous and scared that I wouldn't have any friends in any of my classes or I would be a "loner" at lunch. I made friends though, a few. The only few I would really talk to cause I didn't talk much. I ended up making friends with stoner type people who smoked and just "chilled" cause they were less judgmental. Even though I never smoked, apparently people thought I did though cause when I walked into class, I guess I reeked of it. Yuck! Also, people thought I was stuck-up because I never talked.<br /><br />Today on the other hand, I'm still shy more or less around people I don't know. I still am bubbly and silly and love to be a "ham" however, I'm also a lot more outspoken. I'm totally ready to tell you what I think if you make me mad and I do NOT care what people think of me.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiBiay7seQYtLug8F3zgMioDDI2pGPtWv0NLW1AD9TjYxpyRx7KIunjyELnD5du3Z137IygePRb9nQSO-tPu4nGegmbAHlFOq0SDA2RaXA3GNyGGOG3AsHDY83P8qJT9TeXV3dBwpemQ/s1600/workshop-button-1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704607555799495010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGiBiay7seQYtLug8F3zgMioDDI2pGPtWv0NLW1AD9TjYxpyRx7KIunjyELnD5du3Z137IygePRb9nQSO-tPu4nGegmbAHlFOq0SDA2RaXA3GNyGGOG3AsHDY83P8qJT9TeXV3dBwpemQ/s400/workshop-button-1.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a> </p></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-66230665798921257282012-01-31T21:46:00.000-08:002012-01-31T21:46:08.456-08:00Recipe Time!<div align="center">Today is Tuesday....<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">which means I have the day off...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">which means I get to watch whatever I want while the hubby is at work and my cutie pie is at school.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">So, whil I got ready I was watching one of my favorite channels...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIzvQg5wM-QX9Or5o7m0TvX89nbNnOyLFF7qBraAYmHETSauc2amzwEYPuOoXnIqv38-LM7FF8owv9u7Klc4r1phk_kyNdJbJsMQ4NTJYATY5bE2AUkhSUq47qag7f-Akmvae-mw8EU4/s1600/food-network.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704035449785268082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdIzvQg5wM-QX9Or5o7m0TvX89nbNnOyLFF7qBraAYmHETSauc2amzwEYPuOoXnIqv38-LM7FF8owv9u7Klc4r1phk_kyNdJbJsMQ4NTJYATY5bE2AUkhSUq47qag7f-Akmvae-mw8EU4/s400/food-network.jpg" /></a><br /><br />Oh yes!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I love food so of course I'm gonna love the Food Network......uh, hello??!!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">One of my favorite chefs on there is<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Sunny Anderson on Cooking For Real<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFBbi1Zi3czYEOtIVw_3bZ9jFuvhlpJ9Ts1CzLThz9W9Rgu6mFHRpRvzH8Ompsod2py6Nhyphenhypheni4jdgZggP7YWVPjPw2wgVFKdmlI4cU8fMS7iijx5Qn8GEgBDtx8gfpnfvQ2pwPGK-JP7Y/s1600/CFR_Sunny_Anderson_s3x4_lg.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704034505852006466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWFBbi1Zi3czYEOtIVw_3bZ9jFuvhlpJ9Ts1CzLThz9W9Rgu6mFHRpRvzH8Ompsod2py6Nhyphenhypheni4jdgZggP7YWVPjPw2wgVFKdmlI4cU8fMS7iijx5Qn8GEgBDtx8gfpnfvQ2pwPGK-JP7Y/s320/CFR_Sunny_Anderson_s3x4_lg.jpg" /></a><br />She's so cute! I love her spunky and smilie personality.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Her name <em>totally</em> fits her :o)<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Anywho...<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Today she was making a quick pear tart.<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I kid you not, there were so few ingredients, I was able to remember what was in it and how to cook it. Easy shmeasy!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">So what do you think I did?<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">I went to the store, bought the ingredients and made it!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Yes I did....<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">and it was yummy!!<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">See<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7Z6O6m3GMB2NH3l4PzPg366NDJQNmuhhYNDWOZ5ZBMQCmLJcQWvcUcXbKWVtZdHNjTwn0F-a1xteClW9ZL_rBio2oeqg9v3l48Xze3h3xF3xPhlt4Np8sLItcSHqW0I_PkN6A4YfMM4/s1600/Pear+tart-edited.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704032017497733042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz7Z6O6m3GMB2NH3l4PzPg366NDJQNmuhhYNDWOZ5ZBMQCmLJcQWvcUcXbKWVtZdHNjTwn0F-a1xteClW9ZL_rBio2oeqg9v3l48Xze3h3xF3xPhlt4Np8sLItcSHqW0I_PkN6A4YfMM4/s320/Pear+tart-edited.jpg" /><br /><br /><p align="center"></a><br /><br />Yum Yum!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">In fact, it reminded me of when we went to Disney World in 2010 and while at Epcot, we went to France and ate at a little cafe with pasteries. We got an apple tart. It was yummy too!<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Only difference with mine was, I left out one ingredient.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Cheddar Cheese.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Yeah, I wasn't so sure about that so I opted not on that but you can try it.<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Anyway,<br /><br /><br /><p align="center">If you want to try it and you can by just clicking right <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/sunny-anderson/quick-pear-tart-recipe/index.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-8356490218724511852012-01-28T10:43:00.000-08:002012-01-28T10:43:31.869-08:00Six Word Saturday!<div align="center"><strong>Karate,<br /></strong><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3jispZU0mYJ1uDGR7LR5H7uE9Wog3VPWB0DGZ_eln68jDC9YwV1dNmUHBq1MihtznRP171elD6waDrOUTDtUBxYM6pl2VifinI8plstVL55RbUig5w1bSdPbG8DWeOpUAg5lLZIMZlg/s1600/spongebobkarate.gif"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702754142163045826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc3jispZU0mYJ1uDGR7LR5H7uE9Wog3VPWB0DGZ_eln68jDC9YwV1dNmUHBq1MihtznRP171elD6waDrOUTDtUBxYM6pl2VifinI8plstVL55RbUig5w1bSdPbG8DWeOpUAg5lLZIMZlg/s320/spongebobkarate.gif" /> <br /><p align="center"></a><strong><br /><br />Suprise Party<br /><br /></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4C1kLtBT3HRZsNJm-EPZgOWl6aR1djJbOidbYS_izlCL8LzPvnPxdTco0neuFmHLE0VOg9E-cQg-0wSZZomTlLgKQYHtmrSOXoI76Jwb_K6DQASb51XhyphenhyphenbQBtGNsLHdwXIFwOckuzmek/s1600/Happy-40th-Birthday_l.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702754133044705874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4C1kLtBT3HRZsNJm-EPZgOWl6aR1djJbOidbYS_izlCL8LzPvnPxdTco0neuFmHLE0VOg9E-cQg-0wSZZomTlLgKQYHtmrSOXoI76Jwb_K6DQASb51XhyphenhyphenbQBtGNsLHdwXIFwOckuzmek/s320/Happy-40th-Birthday_l.jpg" /></strong> <br /><p align="center"></a><strong><br /><br /><br />And Hockey Game!<br /><br /></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGOasepwOhzE9G1GoCITeAsdEVi9hfzf1mx5r9i5loSBcCgGn6rTsdO1Zh3Pp1mSDr1cY3kBwL8Lxy_OA-FbCdBh7U_z0XBd_WwNnirVq5VNGXps7muJPErRIT79SdPVkvX3IlSi6qV4/s1600/ThunderLogo.jpg"><strong><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702754133221415986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfGOasepwOhzE9G1GoCITeAsdEVi9hfzf1mx5r9i5loSBcCgGn6rTsdO1Zh3Pp1mSDr1cY3kBwL8Lxy_OA-FbCdBh7U_z0XBd_WwNnirVq5VNGXps7muJPErRIT79SdPVkvX3IlSi6qV4/s320/ThunderLogo.jpg" /></strong></a><br />We have a fun filled day today! </p><br /><p align="center">First, we have my daughter's karate. Then, one of my friends turned 40 a couple days ago and his wife is throwing him a surprise party today. Should be fun! Lastly, we are heading out near one of my friend's area to hit their local hockey team. Her boys have never been to a hockey game and we thought it would be fun to all go together. Can't wait!</p><br /><p align="center">What are your weekend plans?<br /><br /><br /></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3133983632605059198.post-43916023481485679792012-01-26T11:35:00.000-08:002012-01-26T11:35:04.716-08:00Writer's Workshop: I Decided...<div align="center">Before I had my daughter, I worked full-time at a manufacturing company for garden tools and furniture. I loved my job! It was close to home <span style="font-size:78%;">{15 minutes away}</span>, I could wear shorts and a t-shirt, unless we had one of our vendors coming in for a meeting with the big wigs.<br /><br />I worked in customer service. I helped customers who bought the product from local retailers and I would send out replacements to the customer when the product was faulty or if they need say, a new blade for pruning shears.<br /><br />In the warehouse, we had a couple golf carts so the workers could get around the warehouse quicker. I would sometime I, along with other co-workers, would drive those golf carts around goofing off when I was on break. So much fun! Good times....<br /><br />However, with a decent size company as that comes drama, or shall I say.....gossip! I. HATE. GOSSIP!!!<br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpH91g_9_TtOB5pSelQL2K5j88SirRjOS67a3E1D2sCcsIY3eeYGr1w-MOQbQtAcWMyIZePLVycDKpEW2Rcsj0x5I4Tan4ikOX-FEl6wtKZj8oANjGedGw9Sv1nF4ycE8wAqyKId5pYc/s1600/tumblr_ln265clELp1qgfo7wo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702022523358572194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpH91g_9_TtOB5pSelQL2K5j88SirRjOS67a3E1D2sCcsIY3eeYGr1w-MOQbQtAcWMyIZePLVycDKpEW2Rcsj0x5I4Tan4ikOX-FEl6wtKZj8oANjGedGw9Sv1nF4ycE8wAqyKId5pYc/s320/tumblr_ln265clELp1qgfo7wo1_500_large.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center"></a><br /><br />I went home on several occassions all upset. Lame!<br /><br />So when I found out that I was pregnant <span style="font-size:78%;">{4 months after we got married}</span>, my husband and I were talking about maybe me going part-time. I knew I couldn't just quit work. Living here in California is expensive and there was no way with all our bills, that I could just quit work. So we decided on working part-time and I loved the idea. </p><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p align="center">After having my daughter and after I got back from maternity leave, I talked with my job and they didn't agree to it. Either I work full-time or I would have to look for a new job. So I did.<br /><br />Two months later, I got a new job at a CPA firm <span style="font-size:78%;">{45min to an hour in traffic, away from home}</span>! I've been there 10 yrs <span style="font-size:78%;">{this year}</span> now. I love my job because there is none of this....<br /><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpH91g_9_TtOB5pSelQL2K5j88SirRjOS67a3E1D2sCcsIY3eeYGr1w-MOQbQtAcWMyIZePLVycDKpEW2Rcsj0x5I4Tan4ikOX-FEl6wtKZj8oANjGedGw9Sv1nF4ycE8wAqyKId5pYc/s1600/tumblr_ln265clELp1qgfo7wo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702022523358572194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBpH91g_9_TtOB5pSelQL2K5j88SirRjOS67a3E1D2sCcsIY3eeYGr1w-MOQbQtAcWMyIZePLVycDKpEW2Rcsj0x5I4Tan4ikOX-FEl6wtKZj8oANjGedGw9Sv1nF4ycE8wAqyKId5pYc/s320/tumblr_ln265clELp1qgfo7wo1_500_large.jpg" /> <br /><p align="center"></a><br />It's just me and the boss. He actually acts like my dad sometimes, which annoys me but hey...I make good money for being an admin. assistant <span style="font-size:78%;">{location, location, location}</span>! I go home and work is left behind. However, I would like to be a stay at home mom but this is the next best thing. I get to volunteer at my daughter's school and pick her up 2 days out of the week. I love it! What more can I ask for? </p><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimvTbzMzyo7JWVlfJsbf7lkD2zYrKDY5SZeOUyvsAIixNN1m-FXbE8ZFIjpT_pt1DCHXB63k8Cd9EDwcBtd3JdzDPrjTtaN2HRQvLQjuVtq75zqPtkOGEC3uTSO5_GNe7uxIbGO8G1Xw/s1600/workshop-button-1.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 125px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702015670850105714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiimvTbzMzyo7JWVlfJsbf7lkD2zYrKDY5SZeOUyvsAIixNN1m-FXbE8ZFIjpT_pt1DCHXB63k8Cd9EDwcBtd3JdzDPrjTtaN2HRQvLQjuVtq75zqPtkOGEC3uTSO5_GNe7uxIbGO8G1Xw/s320/workshop-button-1.png" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://ourlifesjourney02.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none" src="http://i386.photobucket.com/albums/oo310/shabbycreations2/KimmySignature.png" /></a></p>Kimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487298990901843807noreply@blogger.com3