tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74531168556764332502023-11-16T03:43:03.336-08:00thehoopiesa family of 5 with 2 additional hoopies that live close by!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-60645009733785089572010-02-25T15:06:00.000-08:002010-02-25T15:14:51.120-08:00She's 10<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfp2vPHHvuSZDj_Luyy8Ao251IVf2fty1Uyt8ew53MjBBET8gBIxqMsXks6JcLU4eIZVl6KUjnbaNtqYHC6n2SuXeJw6kQeTulruiYnVTyO7gfVt3GSmQF5jvOG-JiqdRJcseG_6_qIoY/s1600-h/DSC02545.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfp2vPHHvuSZDj_Luyy8Ao251IVf2fty1Uyt8ew53MjBBET8gBIxqMsXks6JcLU4eIZVl6KUjnbaNtqYHC6n2SuXeJw6kQeTulruiYnVTyO7gfVt3GSmQF5jvOG-JiqdRJcseG_6_qIoY/s320/DSC02545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442321679357385490" /></a>She's 10 and I can't believe it. I am the mother of a 10 year old smart, creative, headstrong, athletic, beautiful girl. I remember turning 10. How is it possible to have my own daughter that is now 10 years old. She will have these memories now and forever. She is so much more grown up then I was at 10. For starters...she is way taller then I was at 10, thanks to her father's genes for sure! She loves to read... a lot. I would say it is her most favorite thing to do. Well, that and draw. They are her passion right now, reading and drawing. Warriors by Erin Hunter is #1 in her world. All she wants to do is read and draw about these cat clans that I will not ever understand. The phone and the computer should be attached at her fingertips and ear, however Jess and Julianna in person would be better. The next few years will be challenging I am sure... now if I can make it through the weekend with her!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-23257324809479502952009-11-22T05:13:00.000-08:002009-11-22T05:26:00.758-08:00ThanksgivingI will be having Thanksgiving this year. Small, but looking forward to it. Just my parents and my Father-in-law, along with Kevin and his kids. I consider it traditional, except the 2 stuffings and 3 different gravies. My family grew up on Mom's stuffing, Shamus prefers stovetop. Our kids are 1/2 and 1/2. Braydon will eat anything. The gravies are Turkey gravey from scratch, but 1 with giblets and 1 without, then of course beef gravey. Shamus will only eat beef gravey. Have to decide if we want candied sweet potatoes or the casserole, and if we are going to have greenbeans or not. The Turkey is 20lbs this year. I cannot wait to smell it cooking in the oven!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-13490563920886798212009-06-25T13:21:00.000-07:002009-06-25T13:27:45.388-07:00Day 1 summer vacationStarted the summer vacation today with a mock swim meet. Both girls are swimming this year. Erika will be in the 8 U and Baily in the 9/10's. It went well. Both of them enjoy swimming, and I am excited to see them grow as swimmers. Erika can just make it to the end of the lane, but does it with determination. She is the youngest girl I think on the team. Baily who swam this winter is one of the younger ones in her age group, but one of the faster ones. This will be good for her. She needs to shine at something, this just might be it. Braydon wanted to show me how he did in back stroke...in our hottub. I just might have to work on his skills this summer so he can be on the team next year!<br /><br />Rules seem to be an issue. I am laying down the law. I feel like a nasty mother right now, but they sure are trying to get away with more then ever, and on the first day! Starting out with rule number 1...Make your bed before we go anywhere. Done! Suits hanging up...reminded a few times, but Done! It's 4:30 and they seem to finally be a little relaxed...not for long I am sure!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-28762456082592873092008-11-15T13:01:00.001-08:002008-11-15T13:03:23.815-08:00Swim Meet #3She swam 4 events. DQ. Disqualified. twice. it is so hard to explain to her why without discouraging her. But, she placed third in backstroke and first in a free relay. Her coach made a huge deal about her being the one to close the gap, therefor giving them the win. She is diving in off the block, which she never thought she would do. Such a strong swimmer! Very proud of her!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-70911345407306561032008-11-10T17:15:00.000-08:002008-11-10T17:22:10.527-08:00Crazy times!So, Life has been so busy lately. Baily's swim team is going well, she likes it a lot. I Love it. I admit I am living through her. I have gotten back to swimming myself becaus of it. She practices 3-4 times a week and this weekend she had her first meet/meets. She did so well! dropped 6 seconds off her backstroke time on Saturday and then another 4 off it on Sunday. I am so proud of her! Erika is having a hard time...middle child syndrom for sure. I am trying to make sure she has special things to do so she feels "equal" but the truth is she is only 6 and in 2 years will also have opportunities just like Baily. So for now, playdates when ever possible and special time together will have to do. Braydon...well, when ever he gets a chance...he tests me. He recently showed my expecting brother and sil what exactly they are in for. In 1 hour he was like the tazmanian devil. He has an ear infection right now, so more patience is needed for him.<br /><br />this was all the time i had to update...not much of an update...but i am sure exhausted from it all!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-86362257043522980192008-09-14T07:55:00.000-07:002008-09-14T08:05:40.650-07:00Swim TeamSo, I just broke the news to DH about how much money we are putting out for B's swim team. It's very expensive. First you have to join the Y, then you have tryout fees, then there is the fee. Of course you need a swim team suit to wear at the meets along with the warm up suit and possible bag (do you need one...probably not, but you want them to feel a total part of the team.<br />How can I feel okay with the cost? They practice 4 days a week and meets on Saturdays. I know the exercise is going to be wonderful for her and the coaches I have watched are top notch. So far after 1 practice she is inlove with the sport. I believe this is a team and individual sport that is so good for self esteem. I am so proud of her for making the team. She is proud of herself too. The look in her eyes when she found out she made the team is not a look we see often. Today we have a parent meeting starting at 3 pm. I don't expect to be home until after 7. She also has practice in the middle of it all. (sigh) Ya know? I am looking forward to it.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-66315118827323407192008-06-03T17:52:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:09.830-08:00Flowers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip57lXzG61zwM6XgNg44cXCIwmfMMUUgtPwK2jKsZIPYPP8K1Q9_fZmmlIhi_N2fwzzLJ82KVv12AP24scu_8NKURW-qh8X7n2Qb8UEkYfhZ2RKGfcfVe04pDzGpfa0K5Bect8pS6f-cA/s1600-h/june2+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207823124034015234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip57lXzG61zwM6XgNg44cXCIwmfMMUUgtPwK2jKsZIPYPP8K1Q9_fZmmlIhi_N2fwzzLJ82KVv12AP24scu_8NKURW-qh8X7n2Qb8UEkYfhZ2RKGfcfVe04pDzGpfa0K5Bect8pS6f-cA/s320/june2+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-62913055201400163092008-06-03T17:45:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:10.021-08:00Jingle bells<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGxhBxDSBzs_Se1mgnjzHWP6QtHg0_FxmNScYHuTQknCHJzcjDr_vomzYx3N3BaG8HOy7DM5_QZlLC6krORwC-RNbMUQpik_DRRAewlteED-mkVirYcPCq_CLF7WN2pigU6RVFKtXMLw/s1600-h/june2+003.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207821294377947106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGxhBxDSBzs_Se1mgnjzHWP6QtHg0_FxmNScYHuTQknCHJzcjDr_vomzYx3N3BaG8HOy7DM5_QZlLC6krORwC-RNbMUQpik_DRRAewlteED-mkVirYcPCq_CLF7WN2pigU6RVFKtXMLw/s320/june2+003.jpg" border="0" /></a> not sure what it is about this picture but i luff it! After these flowers bloom you end up with pods with tiny black seeds. You can shake the pods and hear the seeds inside. The kids love to sprinkle them all over our flower beds...we ended up with a ton of these flowers this year!<br /><div></div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-73144460794497808872008-06-03T17:43:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:10.355-08:00JUNE<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbXSgmWooEnDiE-Panj1RHBYbMPz4DdRtoAFqxnKkbETYOMS7uKBOo-g0JoCNuTHDpsG5SGvVtcJbKAPMyLCbGzDmfL0d2j2sj7rMga8Bz8JAdJuUVZFUdSzrVb2w9O8kIvf1AtmFvls/s1600-h/june2+002.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207820680197623762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZbXSgmWooEnDiE-Panj1RHBYbMPz4DdRtoAFqxnKkbETYOMS7uKBOo-g0JoCNuTHDpsG5SGvVtcJbKAPMyLCbGzDmfL0d2j2sj7rMga8Bz8JAdJuUVZFUdSzrVb2w9O8kIvf1AtmFvls/s320/june2+002.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just love these flowers! I wait for them to bloom, they are so brilliant in color and I love how they climb! This is the most they have flowered so far.<br /><div></div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-57458806754646013602008-05-22T14:58:00.000-07:002008-05-22T15:01:40.420-07:00So...Not much to talk about...Kids will be fininshing school soon and our summer begins. As much as I like the freedom, it can be hectic with softball, swimming lessons and playdates. This year we are going to take a bunch of small vacations...day trips even so that the kids can enjoy our local parks etc. It should be fun!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-23889862351976504852008-05-12T16:37:00.001-07:002008-05-12T16:47:27.480-07:00Mother's Day 2008So, this year I was told I was going to sleep in as late as I wanted. After hearing Braydon scream for Daddy for what seemed to be 20 minutes, I came down to find him in need of a TV buddy while dad was on the pot. Had he not been sick, I would have ignored his desperate screams and let dad handle it. Nope, he was poopy and I needed to know he was ok. I don't ever remember my mom getting the day to herself...I don't remember doing anything special for mom other then going to church (normal) and getting her flowers...a flower to be exact...and my dad always got me one too. My kids decided I needed breakfast made for me. So, chocolate captin crunch, an apple (with the sticker on it) and bananas covered in honey and cinnimon with a surpising hint of mint it was. the mint was overpowering. Mint extract on bananas is not a flavor one enjoys or would ever ask for again. It was the thought that counts. The mint flavor also found its way into my coffee...the one reheated in the microwave from the night before. My dear husband thought he would do good by making a fresh pot of coffee for me. Don't ever let anyone who doesn't drink coffee make coffee. It was strong...3 scoops too strong. It was the thought that counts. but I had to make a new pot of coffee. All in all is was a nice day, planted in the garden and around the yard, spent with the kids...the only way i really enjoy it...the only way i would want to spend it again.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-65983405653596512432008-05-06T17:08:00.001-07:002008-05-06T17:30:28.996-07:00InspiredI want to talk about a person in my life that I never expected to be close with or even still be talking to at this point in my life. I met her about 10 years ago. Wow, that is the first time I realized how long we have known each other. I had started a new job. She worked at this salon. I knew she was a good stylist, but she wouldn't give me the time of day. I thought she was a snob. I had no idea that she was on a new path. A path that I would soon follow. She left this salon for a new one after only working together 4 months. Two months after that I followed her, reasons are another story. That is when we started to hit it off. As much as we seemed to respect each other we still had this wall between us. Time passed and I found out I was pregnant. Super excited we had a party to tell everyone. She wasn't coming because she was going away. I told her why we were throwing the party. She kind of snickered and said...yeah, well me too. I had no idea this was her path. She had been trying for some time and it finally happened. It was shocking, but exciting at the same time. I remember someone telling me "how cool! you can raise your babies together!" I rolled my eyes and said..."Yeah, that would be nice, but I don't see that happening." You see, we live 1/2 hour away from each other and I was certain our "friendship" would end once the distance was apparent. Fast forward 8 1/2 years. Our daughters are best friends, our second kids are 1 month apart (supposed to be 2 weeks apart- thank you Erika for being 3 weeks early) and we are God parents to eachother's third children.<br /><br />So what is inspiring of her you might ask? She is Supermom, Superwife, Superfriend, and SuperWoman. She handles her children like she has been doing this for 100 years, supports her husband and rarely has anything bad to say about him, would do anything for you including picking up your slack, and now has run a half marathon. I was doing my best to keep up with her (because I strive to be like her- in a most positive way) and now the half marathon...I cannot compare. Though I may be able to run it someday...The inspiration doesn't stop there. It is the way she lives her life. She lives it entirely to be the best person she can be not only for herself but for her children and for her husband and her friends as well. No matter what she does she tries to be the best at it and seems to achieve that goal. I only hope to be 1/2 the person she is and I know I will be a better person. I am a better person for knowing her and am super lucky to have her in my life. Thank you my friend Teri.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-12612629127897362212008-04-30T15:26:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:10.535-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJzgHkfA5jozJa76lpcVHrK0dHNX6n1jc_T7iItety3-wAoeRdcUmSTrzQKjseTgkZvm2QRTAXs9A5WESPgpykPVj3WlxMXy6J_LOuxFCS5X4b7TG7Vfqwr8he4ghbk-qiKJHGZo8esg/s1600-h/braydon3+009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195168738245325442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQJzgHkfA5jozJa76lpcVHrK0dHNX6n1jc_T7iItety3-wAoeRdcUmSTrzQKjseTgkZvm2QRTAXs9A5WESPgpykPVj3WlxMXy6J_LOuxFCS5X4b7TG7Vfqwr8he4ghbk-qiKJHGZo8esg/s320/braydon3+009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-42010900173617797432008-04-30T06:30:00.001-07:002008-04-30T06:36:25.519-07:003Braydon turned 3 yesterday. We had a busy day. The girls were so excited for his birthday they went in to his room and woke him up. He opened his legos in record time. The girls got off to school and we went to pick Morgan up for our day together. Went to Daddy's work to see the garbage trucks and diggers. What better to do for a 3 year old boy? Then to Walmart to buy dirt and cake mix. We made cupcakes, 6 dozen mini cupcakes to be exact. We planted green bean seeds, and played in dirt. Then Uncle Darrin surprised him with a Firetruck. Not a toy fire truck...the real deal. Sirens lights and airhorns. He lost his breath he was so excited. After a dinner of McDonalds at his request we had brownies and icecream. He about passed out at bed time. I would say he had a wonderful day.<br /><br />Happy Birthday my boy!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-855250746299137042008-04-26T17:07:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:10.747-08:00First Holy Communion<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJrlX3nx493TmJ9K6KZI42q3xjDFoFvaUTj0v8EGE7cs7A50gDL6enBMgghqPaoP1fmwz7pbKxlBnP2QNoPOMD1ikQU6KKT0X4TE8HAPlmYQtxwrQLbSe1AzrWN7VFbvfXDAy6qm1Yxo/s1600-h/communion+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193710433639576178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtJrlX3nx493TmJ9K6KZI42q3xjDFoFvaUTj0v8EGE7cs7A50gDL6enBMgghqPaoP1fmwz7pbKxlBnP2QNoPOMD1ikQU6KKT0X4TE8HAPlmYQtxwrQLbSe1AzrWN7VFbvfXDAy6qm1Yxo/s320/communion+049.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>April 19,2008 Baily made her First Holy Communion. It was a beautiful day. Had to have hit the 80's no doubt. I believe she is relieved it's done with, I just can't belive we are at this point in her life already. Grammie and Poppy, Grandpa, Aunt Kathy and kids, Uncle Kevin and Aunt Shauna and kids, Teri, Mark and Kids, Shanda and Jason and kids also celebrated with us. We had Sub Sandwhiches, Shrimp, Pasta Salad and Cake to name a few. We are so proud of each of her accomplishments.</div><div> </div><div>So pretty, especially when she isn't trying!</div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-58097443779953161822008-04-08T04:56:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:10.922-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vR5iqMjC4CqOHNC6rmKK0PBhmRJWGllOCWUSDsEgclOn7XXJ6albwaMKbeYtYLmQITEgGsGKAiEZPYj1HXR62ezpPjBSWJyc6nBo_CYgUJ_HvjTI3KTQBiVk18ZaUgx_osq9IdoEgrA/s1600-h/bailycalendar+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186842368546144306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6vR5iqMjC4CqOHNC6rmKK0PBhmRJWGllOCWUSDsEgclOn7XXJ6albwaMKbeYtYLmQITEgGsGKAiEZPYj1HXR62ezpPjBSWJyc6nBo_CYgUJ_HvjTI3KTQBiVk18ZaUgx_osq9IdoEgrA/s320/bailycalendar+004.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-25247697083666644252008-04-01T11:44:00.000-07:002008-04-01T11:48:48.886-07:00The ArtistBaily has loved to draw since she could hold a crayon. She can do it for hours. It doesn't matter what it is, but she will draw it until she thinks it is perfect. This year in school all the kids drew pictures that were entered into a county wide contest for an education calander. Her picture was chosen. She is 1 of 13 kids that will have their picture in the calendar and she wins a savings bond as well. We are so super proud of her. She is still floating from the news. Her teacher is going to be there with us when she recieves the award. When we recieve one of the calendars (probably next year) I will have to post her picture. All I know is it has to do with sea animals and keeping the ocean clean. Just had to toot her horn a little.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-9031680734781462802008-03-23T17:48:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:11.274-08:00Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYhhaoebAXQ6RKZ0LEgBJFS0Z8saCzxg9j58wzkky-NEUVv8EmkusWzAmW4Dln0SO8MkRHSR-QGmllLpopW_hg9HKTjc_tJFqWu0iX_AmHBfni93QYONhWbHz1UNF5DmTNkvBLxRUtfg/s1600-h/EasterSunday+025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181104013065814050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyYhhaoebAXQ6RKZ0LEgBJFS0Z8saCzxg9j58wzkky-NEUVv8EmkusWzAmW4Dln0SO8MkRHSR-QGmllLpopW_hg9HKTjc_tJFqWu0iX_AmHBfni93QYONhWbHz1UNF5DmTNkvBLxRUtfg/s320/EasterSunday+025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I boiled 2 dozen eggs this year. Knowing some would crack during the boiling part. Nope, not one cracked! Not until DH dropped two on the floor that is. The kids really had fun coloring the eggs. The Easter Bunny had fun hiding them and I will enjoy eating them! Kids ate so much junk they should be in a sugar coma tonight. I know I will be!</div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-12499982244987788712008-03-14T09:08:00.000-07:002008-12-11T15:08:11.398-08:00Me!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhnbQNmbdpnrDGzhuJPlHCj_1EicM4gvdoQTWNxbThp6gmYE_N0L7eGqAw8YuAAKn8WHV_HzQlTWHWhCiXH3441bjWnSsDvF-8pcDRUHbmNUAqxUjjlgLbbo_VEQZ-CGkLExfGyM0d1Y/s1600-h/bag+066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177630446228152978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhnbQNmbdpnrDGzhuJPlHCj_1EicM4gvdoQTWNxbThp6gmYE_N0L7eGqAw8YuAAKn8WHV_HzQlTWHWhCiXH3441bjWnSsDvF-8pcDRUHbmNUAqxUjjlgLbbo_VEQZ-CGkLExfGyM0d1Y/s320/bag+066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />this is quite a funny picture of me. I was sitting in the sandbox (full of snow) with the kids and just turned the camera to me and took a shot. I was cold, but I look a bit mad in the picture...I wasn't. Look at all those wrinkles! Holy Crap! I also lightend my eyebrows after seeing how dark they are. Just thought I would share.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-15892152692431858412008-03-10T18:41:00.000-07:002008-03-10T18:44:24.483-07:00My Brother-in-law DarrinHe is engaged. We are so excited for him! She is a really nice girl. They are so inlove right now and it is obvious. They will be married in November of 2009. They asked DH to be the bestman and the girls to be flowergirls. They also asked Braydon to be the ring bearer. There will be 2 other flower girls and another ringbearer. Lot's of kids! I hope they know what they got into!<br />We are looking forward to exciting times!hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-3708895942709986992008-03-06T09:59:00.000-08:002008-03-06T10:03:05.648-08:00food journaltoday i will keep track of what i eat.<br />2 cups of coffee with fat free creamer<br />1 egg omlet with spinach and mushrooms<br />salad with cucumbers peppers and cesar dressing with crutons and bacon bits<br />and now i am eating an apple.<br /><br />i really want the brownie that is on my counter...just maybe the kids will get to it before me.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-63584144152700303192008-03-05T08:15:00.000-08:002008-03-05T08:25:11.525-08:00So, I think I am getting ahold on my feelings about my family. My brothers to be exact. Right now they are cought up in "their" lives and seem not to have time for anything but their own. This has been hurting me for a while now. I grew up (with them of course) visiting grandparents, cousins, aunts and uncles weekly. There were Sunday dinners, Saturday nights when my parents and their brothers and sisters went out while we had babysitters. Living in the same town or close by it was always about family. We were each others friends, network, alliance etc. Holidays? It was just known where we were going to be. This is not how my brothers are choosing to live now. I understand they have wives and they do with their families, but our family is just getting ignored. I truely believe it is not intentional, but it still hurts. I believe they just think we have a strong family and will be there in the end. I don't think they realize that in the end...we might not have that connection that took years to build. Anyway...at this point in my life...I now will do as they do. I will take care of My family (husband and kids) and not set myself up for disappointment. It will have to be up to them to realize how important it is to try and stick together...and in the end...if they don't...I will not have wasted hours and days trying to glue us together. I am not going to play games but I refuse to be a door mat anymore.<br /><br />I really felt okay about this and now I am sad again...but I know it is best for me to move on.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-58660878588949580892008-03-02T16:38:00.001-08:002008-12-11T15:08:11.545-08:00what's in it?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdh_vAPEWrSyO-dLTmdXdn1-qFYlvUa2YUs6HwEPoHNOlc8LSYxGAbWyJlIHksfmm1G6-D4NcKygPTz8ZVGS9TjlQ35N8TZsuCV2JtKH-WFK60d5bX-YmT9k0AkgqINjVKSJXWW4Jzqo/s1600-h/bag+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173308596225037906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdh_vAPEWrSyO-dLTmdXdn1-qFYlvUa2YUs6HwEPoHNOlc8LSYxGAbWyJlIHksfmm1G6-D4NcKygPTz8ZVGS9TjlQ35N8TZsuCV2JtKH-WFK60d5bX-YmT9k0AkgqINjVKSJXWW4Jzqo/s320/bag+072.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ok, I will share...not to bad actually...</div><br />my wallet, my makeup bag(yes i actually do wear makeup sometimes, my phone, floss, and a pile of receipts under my makeup bag. some keys and some medicine for my finger( 2 kinds actually)hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-22390232870513201542008-03-02T16:34:00.000-08:002008-12-11T15:08:11.793-08:00what's in your bag?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeZrldoRU-oK7zxJ2wV4XdoiuD2uYbnYQPShwcvWTJvpFRjkwkga9aPhTKmKOdJ-fnRJDe4uLTUuHc0ZADm7ZMlarWHWSRqFDL0uotBqhVeEyqewW_IXrsmqUe0g5i8i3jEr6NDP7yxg/s1600-h/bag+071.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173308136663537218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikeZrldoRU-oK7zxJ2wV4XdoiuD2uYbnYQPShwcvWTJvpFRjkwkga9aPhTKmKOdJ-fnRJDe4uLTUuHc0ZADm7ZMlarWHWSRqFDL0uotBqhVeEyqewW_IXrsmqUe0g5i8i3jEr6NDP7yxg/s320/bag+071.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Thankfully, I cleaned out my bag yesterday...well, organized the mess anyway. I have to have a big enough bag that I can fit diapers and wipes in (though I didn't have any today in there-braydon is lucky he didn't need one!)</div>hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7453116855676433250.post-81503496408824802002008-02-29T11:43:00.000-08:002008-02-29T11:50:17.483-08:00blah blah blahI have not been good about updating. Don't know what to write really. Lately I have been working out, gave up alcohol for lent and eating...well ok. I must just be a pig. Not losing a darn thing. This really frustrates me. I just want to see a little difference. One pound. That would be nice. No really, I would like to drop a total of 30. I just developed pictures from Erika's Christening. I looked great. I Know I felt great...she was 5 weeks old and I look more pregnant now then I did then. Baily makes her communion in April...I would like to drop 10 pounds by then. that gives me 6 weeks. It can be done. I know it can. I just have to really be strict.<br /><br />Wow, I had no idea I could ramble so much about that. but these are the things that go through my head...at least 5 times a day i think all that to myself. So...I will do something about it. what a waste of time to think the same thing over and over, and that subject none the less.<br /><br />gotta go for now.hoopyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06026772266792304213noreply@blogger.com3