tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54127668447442416232024-02-06T18:56:18.924-08:00Adventures of a Crazy MamaFollow me for all the Adventures of this Crazy Mama of 3.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-61042460316196652612013-06-29T15:30:00.000-07:002013-06-29T15:30:02.024-07:00Crossfit Lovin'Have I mentioned lately that I Still LOVE CROSSFIT?? I do! In the past year and a few months I have transformed my body and my life with CrossFit and eating RIGHT!<br />
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Here is an example of one of our crazy workouts!<br />
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crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-6816140188886396552013-06-28T16:00:00.000-07:002013-06-28T16:00:02.070-07:00Don't "What-if" your life away.<div class="MsoNormal">
Let’s face it, we all make mistakes. We turn left when we
should have turned right. We stay too long when we just should have moved on or
we just keep on talking when we just should have shut our mouths. Mistakes are
made, consequences are paid and we kick ourselves later. As life goes on and
the choices we have made reflect clearer in our hearts and minds, the “what if”
game starts its constant replay in our minds. What if I would have chosen
differently? What if I would have known what I know now? The sad reality is
that even though looking back is 20/20, looking forward usually isn’t. No one
knows what lies ahead and what wonder or disappointment the future holds. I
spent so much of my own life ripping myself apart for what I could not control
or change. I was “what ifing” my own
life away by focusing on changes that I could have made that may or may not
have produced a different future. Instead of focusing on what <i>was,</i> I was obsessing over what I thought
could have been. When one spends all
their time locked in the past they miss out on the beauty that is the
present. It took me a long time to
really understand this and as a person who has always struggled with patience,
it was a hard lesson to learn. It was only when I watched my mother, whom I
loved so very deeply, fight so hard to beat cancer that I started to gain
perspective. Life is fragile. Life is sweet and life won’t wait while you
figure out what you should have done. As much as she fought, as much as we
fought for her and as much as we ached for her, all the “what ifs” in the world
will never bring her back. We did everything we could with the knowledge that
we had at the time and the outcome will never be any different. What is done is
done and even with as cliché as that sounds, the truth of those words still
resonate deep within me. I have learned to be patient, to take a deep breath
and to rest in the peace that at the end of the day, everything is going to be
alright. I don’t know how and I don’t know when, but I do know that what will
be, will be. Hope, pray and have faith
that the path you have already walked down will lead you to exactly where you
are supposed to be, but don’t “what if” your life away.</div>
crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-75633589974956645392013-06-26T18:49:00.001-07:002013-06-26T18:50:58.108-07:00Update: So I'm a writer now...seriously!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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June was my first month as a write for our local newspaper. Very exciting to get paid for something that I love to do! My plan is to start blogging more often and to get ideas out on here. Stay tuned!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-8072307758990275992012-07-12T11:01:00.000-07:002012-07-12T11:01:00.329-07:00July so far<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Isaiah helping Nicky get on his "special" bike</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nicky heading off to the bus and to summer school. Luckily he LOVES school!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Took the boys to Guasti Park for the day and Nick loved this hat..</td></tr>
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July so far has been full of working out, BBQ's and hanging with my kids. Since I still have to work, sigh, I have to work hard to fit time in with my kids. Summer is usually my favorite time to play with the boys. We hit the beach, the movies, trails, camping, the River, but we have been off to a slow start.In fact, we really haven't done any of the things I usually fill summer with. Cue "mom guilt" as I feel like such a bad mom. Here are some pics from July so far...crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-73837008855365931042012-07-11T11:10:00.000-07:002012-07-11T11:10:12.763-07:00The Shrinking Madrigals<br />Juan and I have been working really hard at getting thin and healthy. I knew once he "got back into the swing of things" he would be un-stoppable and he has been! He started around 255 and he is now 198! Yikes! I started around aLOT and am LESS..hee heeI have however dropped about 23 inches and about 20 pounds. I would still like to lose another 20pounds but with all the working out, its a little hard to lose "weight".<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">these things CRACK me up.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Austin (my workout buddy's son) and Isaiah also do CrossFit and they are BEASTS!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us NOW</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Us BEFORE..</td></tr>
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<br />crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-71428583098226272992012-07-10T15:43:00.001-07:002012-07-10T15:43:23.886-07:00Birthdays, Baptisms and Bridal Showers..OH MY!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the dance floor that I really never even got a chance to dance on..ugh!</td></tr>
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June is a big month in our family...Its my birthday month!!! Yippeeeeee!! Although we really did not do anything "special" for my birthday, it was special. I am now officially 29 for the 4th time! Man I'm dreading 30..LOL. the weekend before my birthday I went with some of my oldest (meaning I've known them the longest) girlfriends to celebrate Kelly's Birthday. It started out great with drinks and "dancing" at the The Ranch in Anaheim.We eventually ended up getting kicked out..well 2 people in our party did so we had t follow.Sooooo, after that awkward and really stupid experience we headed to Mr. Fox's in Anaheim and had our own little celebration and even got a little tour of the place.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kelly taking us behind the scenes</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With the "boss" back in the wine cellar</td></tr>
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Next..My birthday which was June 4th. If you haven't heard..I still love Crossfit and I'm still working my butt OFF! So on my birthday, I idnt go to dinner, didn't g to cake, I went to Crossfit!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Birthday Donuts from my Daddy..best tradition and best Daddy #winninginthedaddepartment</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bridget got me a crown and a button and some Luna bars (instead of cake) what a sweetie!</td></tr>
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That next weekend was my sweet little Butter Bean's 1st Birthday<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Great-Grandmas</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Aiden enjoys his sandcastle cake</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aliyah and did I mention who her GOD-Mother is??? yep, ME!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And party time with my fabulous primo, Sergio!</td></tr>
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Later in the month was my only niece's Baptism and we did the whole Baptism thing and of course, the Party!!!!<br />
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<br />Hey guess what?? Not done yet! My good friend Mary also had a birthday. It was her 50th and her sister's took her by limo and had everyone meet at one of her past "hang-outs". She was SO excited and surprised. They had a great 80's band and we had fun dancing away. Note to self: I like to dance, drive solo next time so I can dance longer!<br />
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The month was AWESOME, although I think the hubby was getting annoyed about how much I was gone..LOL<br />
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<br />crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-46589063231424087302012-06-03T15:59:00.001-07:002013-06-26T18:52:00.981-07:00My purpose in Life...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;">My
purpose in life stands a little over 4 feet tall. He has dark blond hair and
big green eyes that constantly bobble side to side. His grey glasses frame
those sweet eyes and usually sit a little crooked on his nose. His smile is
always big and the teeth that stick out in all directions gleam white when he
grins - which is often. He has the same ears as his father, which luckily are
large because they need to hold not only his glasses, but his cochlear implant
as well. His ears, as cute as they are, are nothing more than vessels to hold
things, as they don’t work. He never stands still, there is an exaggerated
style to his gait and he spends most moments of his life in a state of constant
“clap”. Whatever the occasion, it is always clap-worthy and Nicholas is happy
to oblige. His back curves and his chest sinks in and he’s so skinny you can
count his ribs, yet to me and all who love him, he is the most beautiful boy
around. While he does not speak, nor hear , his kisses on my cheeks say the
things that I always need to hear the most. He sees the world as it is, full of
beauty and innocence and thus has never heard nor said a foul word. Nicholas is
imperfect. Nicholas is flawed and Nicholas is by no means the child I expected
when I first found out I was pregnant with my third son. He will never drive,
live on his own or bring me home grandchildren. Sadly, he would be considered a
burden to most and unfit to be here by many. However, Nicholas is perfect to
me. His flaws make him unique and special and he has changed me and others by
just being here. Nicholas has taught me patience, strength and the power of the
human spirit to persevere against all odds. When looking at the world through
his eyes I see things in their simplest forms. The joy of bubbles and balloons
and how they float in the air. The bright colors of flashing lights and the
wonder they bring. The feel of the sand between my toes and the sweet taste of
pudding in my mouth. These are things that bring the greatest joy to Nicholas.
It is not the latest video game or fastest new bike that brings a smile to his
face, but the tickles and kisses from his brothers that make him laugh and
giggle with joy. He has struggled through surgeries, therapy of every kind,
doctors that shook their heads and offered very little encouragement, stares
from rude people, and whispers behind his back. Yet through it all, his sweet
smile remains and his spirit is strong, because like us, Nicholas knows that
life is something that is precious and no matter what the “quality” of that
life is, it will be exactly as God has planned it to be. Nicholas, is my
purpose in life and for the rest of my life I will be a testimony to the right
of every child to exist, to be and to have the chance to become. Life is not just for the perfect, the planned
and the fortunate, it is also for the imperfect, the flawed and the unplanned.
Sometimes it takes a child who is far from perfect to make those around him see
the perfection of the world and to be better people. Nicholas, has done this
for me and for every person who knows him. He has made us really see ourselves
and the world around us and to appreciate what has been given to us. It is my
hope that Nicholas may bring a sense of understanding to those around him and
that everyone may one day realize how truly beautiful are those with special
needs.</span>crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-32215978552935193682012-05-16T13:50:00.001-07:002012-05-16T13:50:24.757-07:00Why May is CRAZYIn the month of May.. there are birthdays and first Communions and Mothers Day and and and and...<br />
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Andrew, Jeremiah and Nicholas all got their First Communion and Juan and I, as the catechism teachers finished (silent YEAH).<br />
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Andrew Celebrated his 10th Birthday..How did that happen???<br />
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My Sweet niece came over and I took tons of pics of her...check her out in her cute dress glory.</div>
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So much more happened, but this is all the energy I have to finish this. Stay tuned for more pics!</div>
<br />crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-20197451949108756552012-05-16T13:45:00.000-07:002012-05-16T13:45:15.428-07:00So I joined a CULT...<div style='padding-bottom: 2px; line-height: 0px'><a href='http://pinterest.com/pin/6192518208022705/' target='_blank'><img src='http://media-cache6.pinterest.com/upload/6192518208022705_W9UHd4go_c.jpg' border='0' width='554' height ='506'/></a></div><div style='float: left; padding-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px;'><p style='font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;'>Source: <a style='text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;' href='http://earn1.dances.it'>earn1.dances.it</a> via <a style='text-decoration: underline; font-size: 10px; color: #76838b;' href='http://pinterest.com/1907042/' target='_blank'>Janice</a> on <a style='text-decoration: underline; color: #76838b;' href='http://pinterest.com' target='_blank'>Pinterest</a></p></div>
Seriously..I am addicted! It really is no surprise since I love to workout and I love to be beat down in said workout. I simply will not workout hard enough on my own and I crave the competition! My friend Bridget and I started in March and made a commitment to go at least 2 times a week and to make the time for ourselves. Between the two of us we have 9 kids, so this is no easy feat. We started off going 2 times a week and dying and now we have been going 3 times a week and actually get grumpy when we aren't there..well at least I do. Sometimes as women and mothers we have to MAKE the time for ourselves because no one else will. After doing it for over 2 months I can say that I now really find that being STRONG is the new Sexy and that I feel AWESOME!
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Since starting we have "tricked" my brother into joining..as you can see by our picture after a really tough workout.. and Bridget's son Austin is also going...and kicking our butts!
I feel like I have found my groove and my new workout forever..or at least until September and School and Football start :(
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and even though I almost always feel like the girl above..I CAN'T WAIT TO GO BACK!!!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-69117457164402037652012-05-03T11:16:00.002-07:002012-05-03T11:16:14.068-07:00Exercise and other stuff...So, I have been working out..hard...really hard and I'm definitely starting to see the results. Things have tightened up and lifted and I'm proud to say that I am now the proud owner of not 2 but only 1 butt. Yes, I'm serious, the top butt is gone and in its place is a smaller, lower booty. Since March 4, I have probably done something like 4,000,000 squats and push-ups and bear crawls but its worth it. Funny thing is, now that I'm exercising I'm ADDICTED!!! Seriously, addicted like "if I don't go to CrossFit I will eat my young!" addicted. Crossfit is mommy's happy place and heck, it's better than a bar?? right?? In fact, with all this energy I feel like wonder Woman!
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Okay, well maybe not Wonder Woman, but close!
the Energy I have is out of this world! So one night after an extremely tough workout, I came home and decided to paint the bathroom because I wanted a teal bathroom. I blame Pinterest.
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Came out pretty good huh???
So back to the point. My workout partner is Bridget and she really keeps me in line and on track. Between the two of us we have 9 kids and we still manage to get there and get it done every week! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Last night we had a really tough workout and we were able to run 2 miles, looking like rockstars I'm sure!
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So that is probably how we really looked!
So that's all! Here is a pic of me now and hopefully in the next picture I'll be skinnier and stronger!
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California is such a beautiful state and I really wanted them to see it all coast to coast.<br />We took off early Wednesday morning and made our first stop in Solvang. the day could not have been more perfect. Sunny skies that were bright blue and the greenest rolling hills ever.We stopped there to eat and walk around.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5dFZdRRaF_VmRToaFCI_xKEsLF9XLo24s2sEZxL4PFTTE6SiW6tp1jFfAUCuSC6AFr8lh0Vo8PtFIZQt3MeHioOzNrozpWFgJRTYhuhqsIAJDXgcmuTnxokOj5xBtsIk0ey3FIdAFlI/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5dFZdRRaF_VmRToaFCI_xKEsLF9XLo24s2sEZxL4PFTTE6SiW6tp1jFfAUCuSC6AFr8lh0Vo8PtFIZQt3MeHioOzNrozpWFgJRTYhuhqsIAJDXgcmuTnxokOj5xBtsIk0ey3FIdAFlI/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728011208198524370" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivguATatbzocLDl_iVq9mCQ-6CwjhzZ7fNNWEMB8-8Ca5Tl3Wd8VW5sBztx6rRtGhbZvOV1h3feij8ebpBZJazODj3F2lHx-KiOhz8ohdFINYsUTXT6VLaVGJk8cVZ1Dm815436OU-pd8/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+059.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivguATatbzocLDl_iVq9mCQ-6CwjhzZ7fNNWEMB8-8Ca5Tl3Wd8VW5sBztx6rRtGhbZvOV1h3feij8ebpBZJazODj3F2lHx-KiOhz8ohdFINYsUTXT6VLaVGJk8cVZ1Dm815436OU-pd8/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+059.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728011184514485058" /></a><br /><br />Nicholas tried his first rootbeer in a bottle, which he loved and I had an amazing french dip sandwich.<br />After Solvang, we proceeded up to Monterrey where we stayed in a little hotel with a pool. Kids love pools!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEGI5qPCbgfNDs0OI_jyotkPCTnZzv_spARxaCgLGIqsv5ij0fesuJobU0Rlp4CU7nVS5RPoDF1rK0ZUDNBMcbR5WrRUqTzYJcktfeFCRMbpWxSOxWpYZs3L3KQeGwpT1bPfc7tiqTa8/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+063.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNEGI5qPCbgfNDs0OI_jyotkPCTnZzv_spARxaCgLGIqsv5ij0fesuJobU0Rlp4CU7nVS5RPoDF1rK0ZUDNBMcbR5WrRUqTzYJcktfeFCRMbpWxSOxWpYZs3L3KQeGwpT1bPfc7tiqTa8/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728012522680732322" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjYIy5BQWrvZBwVWl0drsaWDqOGxxEitaS9m5Ehtftar5b4E5ngg2-iIAyFBmkrLbxkX9IsLFrCoVDp01uLRTBHEsjH9SxINFwFwx76T8kUZ-nXa-FGGocAwjbZfknGvgkJxLH2jn354/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+064.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGjYIy5BQWrvZBwVWl0drsaWDqOGxxEitaS9m5Ehtftar5b4E5ngg2-iIAyFBmkrLbxkX9IsLFrCoVDp01uLRTBHEsjH9SxINFwFwx76T8kUZ-nXa-FGGocAwjbZfknGvgkJxLH2jn354/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+064.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728012517130255922" /></a><br />The next day we headed to the aquarium. LOVED it. It was so cool and Isaiah said it was the best spot!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAMmz8DSj0Kckv5lC0HjTmeXxG4-3Pa7GrDFVuKXwcPv6jW9TNBgr25PhfgSkd-pXrI0r2AvL0SW-mrgO1BWrPywWYKDqcFiPM6k1IwKQvgxJfxUrXhoFA8BRzvjuTxKMRZN_0EfIEH8/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+073.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAMmz8DSj0Kckv5lC0HjTmeXxG4-3Pa7GrDFVuKXwcPv6jW9TNBgr25PhfgSkd-pXrI0r2AvL0SW-mrgO1BWrPywWYKDqcFiPM6k1IwKQvgxJfxUrXhoFA8BRzvjuTxKMRZN_0EfIEH8/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728014416509536994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3ppOVKAGXIigkRwxdrdpFf58IqvY9ZP9ufu_20pXSow3Yc9uenKaWHnbbniaVyGtq-Sub4D8zMgT-9Bz9Upis9uoVl3hvzJbuEBYDAAWs3I5oM3MZXf6vhskg0sWFeet0CTTQmSJBUg/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+070.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3ppOVKAGXIigkRwxdrdpFf58IqvY9ZP9ufu_20pXSow3Yc9uenKaWHnbbniaVyGtq-Sub4D8zMgT-9Bz9Upis9uoVl3hvzJbuEBYDAAWs3I5oM3MZXf6vhskg0sWFeet0CTTQmSJBUg/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728014387066384642" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ga2aNffzNXaedsDxyqc8I4TuHK_7IJuzILnRFuQlNwr79hYS2VlhPyTsRVYrSgZNupMiugr8Fnp3Wd7zsqRFLvOmuWOa993DwiRKHQSo417QfszKimHHk2l8Bsm310qq-I4n1JLsoLE/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+069.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ga2aNffzNXaedsDxyqc8I4TuHK_7IJuzILnRFuQlNwr79hYS2VlhPyTsRVYrSgZNupMiugr8Fnp3Wd7zsqRFLvOmuWOa993DwiRKHQSo417QfszKimHHk2l8Bsm310qq-I4n1JLsoLE/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+069.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728014367311138818" /></a><br />After the Aquarium, we headed over to Bubba Gumps to get some grub..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg3mOFb6ZN8AB-OB0rcDlhqwaz76q6Z2VeF7tRg-gyaajd7EgBkq7FZaZgLvDCjsH7MtZRxe-Ql4LdNrqmQ4EYWInENAV9tMW2xIM5HqxWek3ZRmp_sS4mTqGzximOwUPqxJXCmeNMIg/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+067.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVg3mOFb6ZN8AB-OB0rcDlhqwaz76q6Z2VeF7tRg-gyaajd7EgBkq7FZaZgLvDCjsH7MtZRxe-Ql4LdNrqmQ4EYWInENAV9tMW2xIM5HqxWek3ZRmp_sS4mTqGzximOwUPqxJXCmeNMIg/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728015070004735074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-vLKNbxfQN9khnT3Doq-4T92Ol19gDiwSJ81ITB9YtepWFr9RZKZjAP3ckDCf4iubs1tjTyuH8XhIZr00xDeAWFIFqNCeLkrQvFQEITSTOqbYuj9rXzxC4dyP8Zy3XsFoAWGOOA17Pk/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+076.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK-vLKNbxfQN9khnT3Doq-4T92Ol19gDiwSJ81ITB9YtepWFr9RZKZjAP3ckDCf4iubs1tjTyuH8XhIZr00xDeAWFIFqNCeLkrQvFQEITSTOqbYuj9rXzxC4dyP8Zy3XsFoAWGOOA17Pk/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+076.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728015084983332450" /></a> and for me and my cousin to get a good drink! We needed it!<br />We were supposed to go to my uncle's house that night but since that was canceled we figured we would head to San Fran for the day since it was only 100 miles away..We quickly booked a hotel (a crappy one) and went on our merry way. Once there we explored and checked out the Golden Gate Bridge and Alcatraz from afar. Can't say I'm a fan of San Fran. Too busy, too many people!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8kD1P_hxcdxJnf5JEh_OWsZQ6okto0cJ9STX0R0XUoPOOgJ6iqrbYlOLdXyAOVY5FWIOlTHXL-BJz2u_hyphenhyphenSv25gU9ZK_rQq6gTTEvBJvYVXwX_7jbZaQxPBaY9jAI1V5BMToKqGz0rP8/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+088.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8kD1P_hxcdxJnf5JEh_OWsZQ6okto0cJ9STX0R0XUoPOOgJ6iqrbYlOLdXyAOVY5FWIOlTHXL-BJz2u_hyphenhyphenSv25gU9ZK_rQq6gTTEvBJvYVXwX_7jbZaQxPBaY9jAI1V5BMToKqGz0rP8/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+088.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728016691472708018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkpgXw984hOH9mnRkckPFvDccgr-KrWAf68UdcnK8HxgrFVbQM5R2DUb9JKeTdmAcCtPPmNnN7zLkYPZsFJNxPv5W7IjgewsLI6M8yo-33Y8WsTYZSYSSvD_hglt0hMnvgnG5w7YlxCU/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTkpgXw984hOH9mnRkckPFvDccgr-KrWAf68UdcnK8HxgrFVbQM5R2DUb9JKeTdmAcCtPPmNnN7zLkYPZsFJNxPv5W7IjgewsLI6M8yo-33Y8WsTYZSYSSvD_hglt0hMnvgnG5w7YlxCU/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728016688073922674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2N2aZuEA5sIDtTBgFutRs5Adu9Wr6n87tmQ91Ecfm0TPA5ma98XnLX0Q38UMCLmNIXS2eT_5YyYs2gLGB9rlpIa3f6P_EjxcAshI0W3jn3PI9cf7zU30zwFT-tooyJp-n-0T8mqKNDw/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+085.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_2N2aZuEA5sIDtTBgFutRs5Adu9Wr6n87tmQ91Ecfm0TPA5ma98XnLX0Q38UMCLmNIXS2eT_5YyYs2gLGB9rlpIa3f6P_EjxcAshI0W3jn3PI9cf7zU30zwFT-tooyJp-n-0T8mqKNDw/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+085.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728016680657372738" /></a><br />After we ran screaming...I mean left..San Fran we headed back home via HWY 1 along the coast. The drive was breathtaking but added a few hours to our commute home. But, I can check driving the coast home off my bucket list.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Laoq59xbqUIos77khJahqGylMwqNiXZthLWc-qV03uBZeeNMmKYw010AU9W5OGGQEAKTYjs-xbH_W3TDV0bHQI7lJlnHgoEtPLAdhIUwt3UaJEK1IglaFlMVyBB6rjTqS2ggkRTRgEk/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+095.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Laoq59xbqUIos77khJahqGylMwqNiXZthLWc-qV03uBZeeNMmKYw010AU9W5OGGQEAKTYjs-xbH_W3TDV0bHQI7lJlnHgoEtPLAdhIUwt3UaJEK1IglaFlMVyBB6rjTqS2ggkRTRgEk/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+095.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728017464680816098" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywk69mchzNlCJYvv9dtUOoOxvHIVxQWXYVAUFEFruOgbpMPY6bXxyIGl8yzSim6JHPpHcya7VPT2uABYC07y58weytlKBSMhtD1kqK1ZYM0HT2cZVRIMrEKQdKYCAUCfxwlZunbc3QIc/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+094.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiywk69mchzNlCJYvv9dtUOoOxvHIVxQWXYVAUFEFruOgbpMPY6bXxyIGl8yzSim6JHPpHcya7VPT2uABYC07y58weytlKBSMhtD1kqK1ZYM0HT2cZVRIMrEKQdKYCAUCfxwlZunbc3QIc/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728017457442266050" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3p3_YPivQa1nZMNYj4ILy03x5OywA8FHkzbJxTqMnUIxnj-H9Jvp99JrYFQqLLreB3FcAD3kTC3tLyONPJe17iEnDcd99aUFwIynKV0NWukczTDq1GW51qZgv08IOWT2f9SwSS_Cmevg/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+096.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3p3_YPivQa1nZMNYj4ILy03x5OywA8FHkzbJxTqMnUIxnj-H9Jvp99JrYFQqLLreB3FcAD3kTC3tLyONPJe17iEnDcd99aUFwIynKV0NWukczTDq1GW51qZgv08IOWT2f9SwSS_Cmevg/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+096.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728017447933719986" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw18V0gXElnw_KuPVipG9zr2cJi3MjHigCsVH9SNP-ce83h-iLaaxZWX0xB1ggQ_QrUxUN6ExENgYi6Fkvr3JtalyByK7RxE0q0_gJr5_MZbthYBbSg6vAg5hXXwY7UxSfM_NedVTVyFw/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+090.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw18V0gXElnw_KuPVipG9zr2cJi3MjHigCsVH9SNP-ce83h-iLaaxZWX0xB1ggQ_QrUxUN6ExENgYi6Fkvr3JtalyByK7RxE0q0_gJr5_MZbthYBbSg6vAg5hXXwY7UxSfM_NedVTVyFw/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728017440845450018" /></a><br />It was a great trip and even better with my cousins and brother and sister-in-law.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-16059911715038891252012-04-05T12:57:00.003-07:002012-04-05T13:05:24.619-07:00So I used to blog..a little update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFEUyo5krbZ1Wd7Dv-8g-f-0Wvc4R5cJmhyphenhypheng7h-m0s3Gn1p71JdGHxk4gN816q7iA1YHrEhMUMd6uhWnRTm63JIily422Kf_CrOTlDWx-alvay-tGqOMhGrqcSHMNimmzqD8mYspqrCU/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijFEUyo5krbZ1Wd7Dv-8g-f-0Wvc4R5cJmhyphenhypheng7h-m0s3Gn1p71JdGHxk4gN816q7iA1YHrEhMUMd6uhWnRTm63JIily422Kf_CrOTlDWx-alvay-tGqOMhGrqcSHMNimmzqD8mYspqrCU/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728009052374745314" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-Xs9YYJsG4vFge134bsdMAMN35AWoGD8Hfa7_2pQR4MxWrREVhB_SakuD0EspR1HMmjUd5vHAKQe_WXRTTBgM8-inqETZVbI5dp4Ks7aeTG_I806KL1x5raRRwL9Ma-yWHDig3Y32k8/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl-Xs9YYJsG4vFge134bsdMAMN35AWoGD8Hfa7_2pQR4MxWrREVhB_SakuD0EspR1HMmjUd5vHAKQe_WXRTTBgM8-inqETZVbI5dp4Ks7aeTG_I806KL1x5raRRwL9Ma-yWHDig3Y32k8/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728009042360931410" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oSIL2-ByqMPxWxM4UWSQYNcZv38KvPZVnhZJsvE_RB2jWMAWSMOzdXoUSrK-6_M_2x9nHhXqfuNRw3dk2SgUkIdGyAM9GvulyXmmgNhj5F0tRcTO24Ng0-HERRpWkn7sES8fcjdBrF8/s1600/Iphonepics2011-2-12+031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6oSIL2-ByqMPxWxM4UWSQYNcZv38KvPZVnhZJsvE_RB2jWMAWSMOzdXoUSrK-6_M_2x9nHhXqfuNRw3dk2SgUkIdGyAM9GvulyXmmgNhj5F0tRcTO24Ng0-HERRpWkn7sES8fcjdBrF8/s320/Iphonepics2011-2-12+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728009029205162178" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cIeWQ50JiG0HlL4EGAwClHCII4bvtgrVgqH4icAHNItYqNLPyjS8WwT-8kteFY7URat9Ip9ccw5O6xZoXoH4swf2RqRnC2lMUlqgsXk2teISpqRbLRnh4cluSjyhD8J0yUCF2ZBdFCg/s1600/Copy+of+Iphonepics2011-2-12+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5cIeWQ50JiG0HlL4EGAwClHCII4bvtgrVgqH4icAHNItYqNLPyjS8WwT-8kteFY7URat9Ip9ccw5O6xZoXoH4swf2RqRnC2lMUlqgsXk2teISpqRbLRnh4cluSjyhD8J0yUCF2ZBdFCg/s320/Copy+of+Iphonepics2011-2-12+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728009027561807394" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXuhjIwCKceTbbKtBkjm9hDn-ffsCpzRC7sKHSVJ4PMFn-ZcKVH2wllcqAdpwmzzKLBbkmJtMKVecR23Gb-nNn1k_GLDvHsWRruD2tLNZi73rylC5eW1WQlRul8A4uRfPVpAGD05iGuo/s1600/Copy+of+Iphonepics2011-2-12+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXuhjIwCKceTbbKtBkjm9hDn-ffsCpzRC7sKHSVJ4PMFn-ZcKVH2wllcqAdpwmzzKLBbkmJtMKVecR23Gb-nNn1k_GLDvHsWRruD2tLNZi73rylC5eW1WQlRul8A4uRfPVpAGD05iGuo/s320/Copy+of+Iphonepics2011-2-12+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5728009022893740546" /></a><br />I've been busy with life and kids and work and family and life and life..So I have been very behind. So, in a nutshell: I'm still working, still mothering and still dreaming. These pictures are from various outings with my boys and my nephew Jeremiah. We went hiking and had a blast! I love doing outdoorsy things with my boys. It connects us and makes me feel like supermom, but honestly boys have a lot of energy and it helps to get the out of the house and get some of that energy out!<br /><br />The pics of the smiley baby with the big ole smile is my sweet nephew Aiden. Here he is 9 months old and loving his bath in my tub. This kid always smiles and loves his Auntie! Its so great having a baby nephew because you get all the joys of a baby without all the work! Bingo!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-48406377089989635812011-10-15T12:46:00.000-07:002011-10-15T12:46:00.118-07:00Progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3dhoHGPvc4YY3tZGNQPIhrOAxftOxGuPfZOtvfhZjW07FR7P0gcrU3hy9gbkJzR2ooyhAdsPSR1qe7vpipJariZBOXJnmfbJCnF2vRL43W5UqJ8VA-Ie6ZVI7CB0BNh-1bxLStygHKs/s1600/walker3.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz3dhoHGPvc4YY3tZGNQPIhrOAxftOxGuPfZOtvfhZjW07FR7P0gcrU3hy9gbkJzR2ooyhAdsPSR1qe7vpipJariZBOXJnmfbJCnF2vRL43W5UqJ8VA-Ie6ZVI7CB0BNh-1bxLStygHKs/s320/walker3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663068315684920914" /></a><br />This picture reminds me of Progress...as my son has made SO Much!!<br />Progress is advancing in some way. Progress is making changes to yourself and hoping that those changes make you a better person. Progress is inspiring. Progress is hoping against all odds and actually seeing it happen. I'm progressing in life. I'm changing things, myself, my situation my outlook, my faith, my hopes my dreams. I'm trying to re-define my own reality and see things for how they actually are and what they can be, not what they will never be. I'm faithful but not patient. Yet I am faithful that I will learn to be patient. Life is unique in that one must always aspire to higher levels to avoid being mediocre which is my biggest fear. I do not want to be mediocre, I want to be extraordinary and exact a change on this world. I need to make goals, checklists, recordings, or whatever it takes to keep myself accountable to what really matters. Writing is one of these things. I need to make it a priority because the weight of what is on my heart can only be released through writing. So in this I have made Progress.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-85401769560461828122011-10-14T08:09:00.000-07:002011-10-14T08:09:00.489-07:00My Bucket ListA Bucket List or Things I need to do before I die...<br /><br />Life is precious and having personally watched two of the people I love the most on this earth die in front of me, almost losing a child and having a special needs child, I really understand that. While I know heaven is a place I will be going, there is nothing wrong with enjoying the life God gave you here on earth. <br /><br />I encourage everyone to make one of these as they are amazingly good for your "you".<br /><br />1. Do something amazing<br />2. Get my Master degree<br />3. Raise my boys to be good husbands/fathers<br />4. Hike the Narrows in Zion<br />5. Travel to Italy<br />6. Go to Rome, Europe, etc.<br />7. Be a model, just for a day or two.<br />8. Be comfortable in the skin I'm in.<br />9. Write a book<br />10. Change the view of just one person and save just one life because of it.<br />11. Get my Doctorate degree and make my kids call me "DR. Mom"..LOL<br />12. Hear my son say "Mommy"<br />13. Adopt/Foster a child<br />14. Travel to Africa and help sponsor a village.<br />15. Start a charter school/class for Deaf/autistic children<br />16. Go to a writing/photography retreat<br />17. Take a singing lesson, so at least I sound a little better.<br />18. Put my money where my mouth is<br />19. Help someone with Ovarian Cancer in memory of mom.<br />20. Be an inspiration.<br /><br />This is just a few..but I think lists make people accountable and all of these come from my heart.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-65445265589229875662011-10-13T12:37:00.000-07:002011-10-13T12:45:34.225-07:00A trip to Oak GlenLast weekend, Sunday, to be exact, I took my boys to Oak Glen with the intentions of going apple picking and taking some super rad pictures that would define me as a super rad photog! Well, I did get some super rad pics of my boys, my nephew and bro and sis in law and a few good ones of my aunt and cousins. however, apple picking did not happen. Who would have thunk that last Sunday the entire population of California would decide..Gee We should go apple picking in Oak Glen?..well that's what happened. So after going to the pumpkin patch and taking some great pictures we headed up the hill to go apple picking. Long story very short..CRAZY amount of cars parked on the side of the road and a large sign that said " No More Apple Picking Today!" in front of the place. BUMMER! but have no fear as when in doubt food always makes everything alright! We went back down the road and got us some yummy apple cider floats and donuts with apple seasoning randomness sprinkled on them!<br />Hope you enjoy these pics of our day!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4vvh-dvpAQzaO6tUGvZciPBKHRUC6pgt_fl7w0C8tcipdZn1JhuJZMGrlf0lv70xXSMa2k6Ckzd3bqBtqDkdlRA2KQkmVUtX4zZ48tainqp3-KAHuLE2kNL8cqNlrArp2YuMEn66PlI/s1600/wheelbarrow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF4vvh-dvpAQzaO6tUGvZciPBKHRUC6pgt_fl7w0C8tcipdZn1JhuJZMGrlf0lv70xXSMa2k6Ckzd3bqBtqDkdlRA2KQkmVUtX4zZ48tainqp3-KAHuLE2kNL8cqNlrArp2YuMEn66PlI/s320/wheelbarrow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663065082157888722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJUYRtZ8TSGfU67CaOaTl-e9VQKkMpu5TvUx-Kgk7ilEz7waZ6QaFUMDp7gv1Aa0z8YwA_tVmVwWFHzQeKc-4RJj85SlNxSE91lQP9LneSYnXfeazMN5PDG5RErGCChrfmu1puwS4Xq8/s1600/oakglen.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuJUYRtZ8TSGfU67CaOaTl-e9VQKkMpu5TvUx-Kgk7ilEz7waZ6QaFUMDp7gv1Aa0z8YwA_tVmVwWFHzQeKc-4RJj85SlNxSE91lQP9LneSYnXfeazMN5PDG5RErGCChrfmu1puwS4Xq8/s320/oakglen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663065055831395426" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUllfdehDvuohwoTvzFuM8baLzX71C0oPgBjSqWMut5xUfCIiLr8LWzUnkEgyj4oX66LFJ8ChojSfHfWvVskt1-t8MAMBSlXXaFLQGScZE4LYWviAtVR5Odjy0TsRlRAgdX4TMKHY2HzI/s1600/grandsons.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUllfdehDvuohwoTvzFuM8baLzX71C0oPgBjSqWMut5xUfCIiLr8LWzUnkEgyj4oX66LFJ8ChojSfHfWvVskt1-t8MAMBSlXXaFLQGScZE4LYWviAtVR5Odjy0TsRlRAgdX4TMKHY2HzI/s320/grandsons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663065056719805874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8CdLder6boxLnOqALqnSH_sSK31T6sSPXtDLCrqgGWJa9RNovGa1hsFCUMTX91jmCUIgPKk6Or1IPj9lckV3t0l60kJc6jvB7gv-JCs1XNGnYSwjrU0LhPsh2s36B7Gp7om2cLA38hk/s1600/feet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm8CdLder6boxLnOqALqnSH_sSK31T6sSPXtDLCrqgGWJa9RNovGa1hsFCUMTX91jmCUIgPKk6Or1IPj9lckV3t0l60kJc6jvB7gv-JCs1XNGnYSwjrU0LhPsh2s36B7Gp7om2cLA38hk/s320/feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663065053326387714" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmpxeZzkwa0l0SSmoUVZL_4DsjSNvZX8mkOD7LM2oetap9ZK4spGHqz8782dl7bzHPD_VBZNozQXbAVkqlIp-Adu2VC-nBGBpmCi1PKT94oBkqZNg6ZSlhcdv_7P37c4Z6aN0PaISzuQ/s1600/meandboys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcmpxeZzkwa0l0SSmoUVZL_4DsjSNvZX8mkOD7LM2oetap9ZK4spGHqz8782dl7bzHPD_VBZNozQXbAVkqlIp-Adu2VC-nBGBpmCi1PKT94oBkqZNg6ZSlhcdv_7P37c4Z6aN0PaISzuQ/s320/meandboys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663063410950231234" /></a>crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-85381892560151522072011-07-25T12:50:00.000-07:002011-07-25T13:07:36.730-07:00Playing Catch-UpWell this summer has been a busy one!<br />Let's see.<br />June: My bro had a baby, well his wife actually did the hadding, but you get the picture.<br />Aiden Thomas weighing in at 8lbs 15 oz 21 inches. LOVE HIM!!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZJ-sEqM8sVeW0exfCF9d_W7bDSNmMndoRWxGHNNIXxEinMgMJ1eGLA_qVZURqgtnCTx4fFWW7aa2TphboaCvvipmLnc5kveT8iA-bNIG9O4sz1K6PZa2A_R7Yp49am6H233wFcLNcUo/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgZJ-sEqM8sVeW0exfCF9d_W7bDSNmMndoRWxGHNNIXxEinMgMJ1eGLA_qVZURqgtnCTx4fFWW7aa2TphboaCvvipmLnc5kveT8iA-bNIG9O4sz1K6PZa2A_R7Yp49am6H233wFcLNcUo/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633380416510904098" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHMAhYUHbcBmW8WQHJKb9xIIBG1QGhLrf5ioWn-vwnh7DMeM9fKa0UiQ47CsBk2K3k5wH1y8MqpqDsQk3Gfy5cXwS9r-VfdX7wliPz7TXqsdbQrNFW87XSp3l6vzFNEt0irHvY8cOnMQ/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHMAhYUHbcBmW8WQHJKb9xIIBG1QGhLrf5ioWn-vwnh7DMeM9fKa0UiQ47CsBk2K3k5wH1y8MqpqDsQk3Gfy5cXwS9r-VfdX7wliPz7TXqsdbQrNFW87XSp3l6vzFNEt0irHvY8cOnMQ/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633380208898200658" /></a><br /><br /><br />Then later on in June Isaiah graduated from 6th grade...WHAT!!! Crazy!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC5PQrrh-GYGpN6Q59FU9vucL9MXCmVCanXLRQ_O3Gm8PhGQbssA9AcM0VAHO0XrPNChtsVXKKucptI8T4EGBSaRorv7cRUHEDBxFSWZF1CYgW7Tw9ZzegAOg6_ic1Y4Sw4PYy-4pids/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOC5PQrrh-GYGpN6Q59FU9vucL9MXCmVCanXLRQ_O3Gm8PhGQbssA9AcM0VAHO0XrPNChtsVXKKucptI8T4EGBSaRorv7cRUHEDBxFSWZF1CYgW7Tw9ZzegAOg6_ic1Y4Sw4PYy-4pids/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633380798004144258" /></a><br /><br />Then Andrew became a rock star and played his first show.."Sweet Home Alabama". He loves the guitar now if I could just get him to practice..!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHX4p0bbT_6SL9JGMd7clxC2sKV3L1DYLgOirBMIcccA38O9msRmZaoQwO1Nazw52MEEDbBU_IUxG9DcY5yMgoz05m3mftgMe1Y5Grytbsz93eU7uVBtxvVRYI1165M_FdnUZEwK-61w/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzHX4p0bbT_6SL9JGMd7clxC2sKV3L1DYLgOirBMIcccA38O9msRmZaoQwO1Nazw52MEEDbBU_IUxG9DcY5yMgoz05m3mftgMe1Y5Grytbsz93eU7uVBtxvVRYI1165M_FdnUZEwK-61w/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633381232478945458" /></a><br /><br />Some sad things...My grandpa Jester passed away and then a few days later my great-Aunt Polly died. It was horrible and I will post a photo collage soon. Its just to fresh to talk about as it was heartbreaking watching another person die.<br /><br />So in an attempt to keep myself busy, which is not hard with 3 boys, we've been staying busy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWMTR8R8ncTY_ngujfwWbKQRnMrGDR_qNZnEGQf_83sSG7C5uy_S237_W5NlXWMyaV1Ie9O7klEJP0qe-RnOfZnA6yVmZumH_82x0hB7o0E0Cp-IyBgQV7pVvgLor9KrZ1N3XuEhHmNo/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoWMTR8R8ncTY_ngujfwWbKQRnMrGDR_qNZnEGQf_83sSG7C5uy_S237_W5NlXWMyaV1Ie9O7klEJP0qe-RnOfZnA6yVmZumH_82x0hB7o0E0Cp-IyBgQV7pVvgLor9KrZ1N3XuEhHmNo/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633381883159045522" /></a><br /><br />My nephew went back to live with his mom after being with us for a year, but that is a good thing. Both her and him had a chance to do some growing and maturing and I think it will work out well. They will both be joining us for vacation and I am still VERY active in his life and school.<br /><br />Isaiah made it to Junior Olympics in the 400M, 800M and the 1500 M and will leave Sunday to New Orleans to compete. My Dad is taking him so he is super excited and has been training like a beast lately. Here's a pic from a recent race.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7NLf74Sm3__JwXjVIzxGeAbS783swTylerDvrIEvCc0F_ssUNX1lDaYw0d4Qx8NNTqqaKl0eQb2SRZHaj3VnIrdVJblDV-thCqLk1t4mNjvrYROGWklbriRjv2qgxlkkR050SxkgWmE/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW7NLf74Sm3__JwXjVIzxGeAbS783swTylerDvrIEvCc0F_ssUNX1lDaYw0d4Qx8NNTqqaKl0eQb2SRZHaj3VnIrdVJblDV-thCqLk1t4mNjvrYROGWklbriRjv2qgxlkkR050SxkgWmE/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633382910560894370" /></a><br />And Finally...Here is a pic of my nephew that I took a 2 weeks ago<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlnM2I78E5cr35ttJux3-fdl-ysaIzca1Lp3R84Xk0zFlEC8w3hYnVp2Rp915oBuBYeVn4DYEBfTLcY9I3ZtO6PW3Dad4OLwS2Ctdxm48SMWS349nv_4ESb6Rd9xvJHz8p233SyNTrzI/s1600/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzlnM2I78E5cr35ttJux3-fdl-ysaIzca1Lp3R84Xk0zFlEC8w3hYnVp2Rp915oBuBYeVn4DYEBfTLcY9I3ZtO6PW3Dad4OLwS2Ctdxm48SMWS349nv_4ESb6Rd9xvJHz8p233SyNTrzI/s320/Buddy+Group%252C+etc.+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633383991415605730" /></a><br />That's it for now..We are going to Yosemite in 2 weeks so I CAN'T WAIT!!!!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-80090632631434662062011-06-22T12:26:00.000-07:002011-06-22T12:35:10.708-07:00TomorrowTomorrow..<br />my baby will graduate 6th grade and I'll bawl my eyes out.<br />How is Isaiah already 11 and finishing Elementary School? I just graduated high school...didn't I?<br />Andrew will be finishing 2nd grade..and is 5 feet tall and wears a Men's size 7.5 shoe..<br />Nicholas will be starting 2nd grade..<br />Where did all my babies go? Gone is the stroller and diaper bags and changes of clothes in the trunk..just in case. They have been replaced by track spikes, soccer cleats, an electric guitar and portable Amp. A roll of Paper towels and cases of granola bars (because all they do is EAT).<br />My vehicle no longer smells of pampers and baby wipes but of fast food (did I mention they are always hungry?) and boy funk..that delicate mix of sweaty armpits and rapidly growing stinky feet.<br />They get embarrassed when I kiss them..except Nicholas, he's still my baby love, don't like my music and say things that make me frown. What happened to the "wheels on the Bus" song being played over and over again?? Now its Rhianna or whatever is on KIIS FM and my son is rapping next to me!<br />I miss Isiah dressed as Buzz Lightyear singing in the back seat yelling at all the Fire%*cks! (Fire trucks).<br />Get ready..I guess I have to let him Grow UP!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-78896402397134927122011-03-03T13:27:00.000-08:002011-03-03T13:34:33.749-08:00Andrew-isms<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk-bOSDan-H-To9smS_k3_5kDC9wrppMkuhxUNvcW-lgD5dvicLA7QRzTTYAjFUksiztNJTKmBcp-ZWuD2g3EtAO2PlyJA3EWcwT_tvaTjvwWrItcvIHP8wL2hC1KJnO5xskI3N8vaUk/s1600/andrew.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 98px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlk-bOSDan-H-To9smS_k3_5kDC9wrppMkuhxUNvcW-lgD5dvicLA7QRzTTYAjFUksiztNJTKmBcp-ZWuD2g3EtAO2PlyJA3EWcwT_tvaTjvwWrItcvIHP8wL2hC1KJnO5xskI3N8vaUk/s320/andrew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579969845886142610" /></a><br /><br /><br />1. when hopping into the car and wanting to sit in the front seat: "PISTOL!" meaning shotgun.<br />2.Ovary-thing...meaning Everything.<br />3. "Mom. it smells like someone dropped a douche in the bathroom!"..um I think you meant deuce son.<br />4. "Mom when I'm a Freshguy, will Isaiah be in the same school as me?"..Nope, when you are a FRESHMAN, he will not.<br /><br />There are so many more and sadly I know he has inherited this from me and my mother.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-16866608478375241522011-03-03T13:03:00.000-08:002011-03-03T13:11:53.612-08:00The Pioneer Woman Cooks: Whiskey Creme sauce over Ribeye SteaksGood Lord! This recipe just gets better and better and better. This lady knows what she is doing and I am convinced that it is because she knows how to use 3 key Ingredients:<br />1. Butter<br />2. Cream<br />3. Butter<br />She's not shy and she makes no apologies and everything she makes is awesome.<br />The secret to making these steaks even better is to marinate the steak in a packet of tenderizer (Lawry's Seasoning packs) overnight or for a few hours. You use a large skillet and sear the sides of the steak and then use the steak flavoring in the skillet to season the whiskey cream sauce...sooooooooo good. Seriously, I would drink the sauce if I could.<br />The recipe can be found in <span style="font-weight:bold;">The Pioneer Woman Cooks</span>: Rib Eye Steak with Whiskey Cream Sauce.<br />I serve mine with steamed asparagus and roughly mashed potatoes using the sauce as gravy.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-3368858104628030462011-03-03T12:59:00.001-08:002011-03-03T13:03:30.266-08:00Things I learned while sitting in the hospital..1. I AM smarter then a 5th grader!!Phew..I was nervous!<br />2. Elephants are deadly! When Elephants Attack!!<br />3. Way more about Elephants and habits of honeybees then I care to share..<br />4. Night nurses in the pediatric ward know how to party.<br />5. I can not sleep in a reclining chair anymore.<br />6. Isaiah is a comedian and quite the little flirt!<br /><br />Isaiah spent a few days in the hospital for a infected lymph node that caused the side of his face and then eventually his whole face to swell up. It was kind of funny and no I most certainly did not harass him or laugh at him or sneak up behind him and give my best "fat Albert..hey hey hey" impression. I would never do something like that!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-42783189420150899902011-02-17T12:36:00.000-08:002011-02-17T12:53:17.903-08:00I wonder what he dreams???<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4z45TGwCSUaS4noPx4K91ZWqa20N18YIuNFbdI5g3fT4bAEHK-l2aHI1Sp69bG8DqHR2eTwmcZlJPjs1r42Jqy1875qKgqu-OH_CeHJzrrE_WpcFX9EoZyK6RyoyermsjTQrfEORhyA/s1600/yogurt+nick.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp4z45TGwCSUaS4noPx4K91ZWqa20N18YIuNFbdI5g3fT4bAEHK-l2aHI1Sp69bG8DqHR2eTwmcZlJPjs1r42Jqy1875qKgqu-OH_CeHJzrrE_WpcFX9EoZyK6RyoyermsjTQrfEORhyA/s320/yogurt+nick.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574760313547022706" /></a><br /><br />Sometimes at night, when all is peaceful in this house..which with 4 boys is very seldom, I sneak into Nicholas' room and watch him sleep. He sleeps like an angel, no joke, he actually folds his hands on the side of his face and lays on them. His eyelashes are so long they curl up and the white skin that is usually covered by his glasses, is all exposed and tender. Often he is smiling and laughing in his sleep and I wonder what does he dream about? I know my other boys dream about airsoft guns and playing or living with a not "so mean mom" that wouldn't make them do chores, homework or..SHOWER!! I wonder if he dreams about talking, screaming and singing. Frustrated with sign language and pointing, does he dream of being able to articulate just exactly what he wants to me? Does he dream of eating gallons of ice cream and cans and cans of Slim-Fast (he loves those) or does he dream of being able to ride a bike all on his own? Sometimes what I hope and dream of for him seems so material and selfish; a wife and family of his own, college and driving his own car. But then I wonder, what does he really want? I think all Nicholas ever wants is to be loved and cherished and to just be free to explore the world around him. Unlike most of us, Nicholas finds the simplicity and beauty in the most extraordinary things. Christmas lights,pin wheels, bubble blowers, fans and the air blowing in his face are just a few of these things. His eyes light up when he is allowed to search out the world and touch and smell everything...seriously..everything. While sometimes his floor touching and people sniffing ways are a huge burden, at the end of the day just before he rolls over and goes to sleep, he pulls my face to him, pushes my face so I can nuzzle his neck and kiss his cheeks and laughs and smiles. He holds on to me for some more kisses and looks at me with a look that says, Thanks for loving me, thanks for keeping me and thanks for letting me be me.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-48574045283945632162011-02-03T08:47:00.000-08:002011-07-29T08:27:45.948-07:00So you are having a boy? A boys survival guideAs the mother of 3 boys, the aunt of three the sister of one and of course the wife of a man, I feel I am qualified to give advice on what to expect when your expecting a...boy! Boys are completely different then girls from birth and there are some things that you should quickly get out of your mind before one of these little beasts makes his arrival.<br />1. Boys are ACTIVE! They move, they jump, they spin around. They do not stand still.<br />2. they break things, sometimes the same thing over and over. We have a clock in our house that is now just a clock face as it has been knocked down at least 7 times.<br />3. Boys love their mothers. Its a special bond.<br />4. Don't raise your boys to be wussies. However, don't raise them to be jerks either.<br /> I'm working on this..slowly..<br />5. Teach your boys that is okay to cry, but not over stupid things. See #4<br />6. Boys are gross. They toot, spit, sweat and stink more then girls.<br />7. They are loud, very loud and when you combine them with more boys, even louder.<br />8. They pee everywhere. in the toilet, around the rim, on the seat, sprayed on the shower door, the floor, etc.<br />9. Clorox wipes are your friend. Buy them in bulk. See #8<br />10. Enjoy them and teach them to be good men as they will lead their own families one day.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-88680300885350448522011-01-31T10:14:00.000-08:002011-01-31T11:17:17.221-08:00Crazymamaof 4??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMP2COTtJAO9O3ijNOmC6pUwx3uKDe9_t_WlsjkWPnQeGsrc4BBELm1w7uogS-v7IMpXb7GIqm2ChbeDbzNJJefsPve2HjgfONfgiYz90AVhYMWKvZzSzPAOaWDERnp_OixWN1oQqudAA/s1600/boys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMP2COTtJAO9O3ijNOmC6pUwx3uKDe9_t_WlsjkWPnQeGsrc4BBELm1w7uogS-v7IMpXb7GIqm2ChbeDbzNJJefsPve2HjgfONfgiYz90AVhYMWKvZzSzPAOaWDERnp_OixWN1oQqudAA/s320/boys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568428047399123394" /></a><br />So much has changed in our life lately, so much so fast that often its hard to keep up with it. In August we added to our collection of little boys and took our nephew in. J was having some problems in school and at home and just really needed some structure. Funny, Structure isn't the first word I would use when describing my home but I guess I must be doing something right because 1. They are all still alive. 2. They are all doing well in school and 3. They all seem pretty happy. However, the stress of having another boy in the house with a learning disability, ADD and some emotional issues, and another mouth to feed,clothes to wash, etc. is definitely exhausting. I'm trying to remember that as corny and cocky as it sounds, we are in fact saving him and giving him a chance. Since he's been here he has made some big changes and is in his second classroom since being here..this is a good thing as he has left the Extreme Emotional Issues class and is now in a special Ed class with 13 other kids and a great teacher. The idea is to get him into regular education (with some help) by 7th grade. I'm hoping, but mostly praying, that this is the case. what started out as him being with us a year will probably end up being him with us for good and that's okay. I'm used to the increase in pee on the toilet, walls and floors as well as the increased odor of boy funk that has managed to overpower any air freshener I plug into the wall. I find myself wondering sometimes if it is possible to plug air fresheners into the boys..or maybe have them wear little hanging ones??<br /><br />In addition to this...I started Grad School in September and was very excited to start..until reality hit. Working almost full-time, going to school full time and raising 4 boys, 2 with learning disabilities and 1 who is handicapped, is insane! I'm not supermom! So after having a few mini breakdowns, a "come to Jesus" talk with the husband and really taking some time to reflect, I decided to keep going to grad school but to only do so 1 class at a time, no matter how awesome I think I am, only 1 CLASS AT A TIME!!!! Luckily, I have a great job that I love and that is also pretty flexible. I had actually considered changing jobs for a bit there after getting some offers but after talking with one of the bosses, I decided to stay. I wanted to all along but the idea of making more money and being closer to home tempted me a bit. Now, I realize being somewhere where you are appreciated and where there is an opportunity to grow and working with one of your best friends, is more important in the long run.<br />That's it! That's all I got for now. Hope all is well with everyone else!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-48105069054503533042011-01-10T13:11:00.001-08:002011-01-10T13:18:43.547-08:00I'm trying to "be Back"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8Vu8_4RWIqmH3ZDI7oDyA2u4im5rvIdvoSVFgOGzuTdscj2OHjO-R0ck1dZamcOGQsn6Kd2bgfRx7PYZAlI-rRBOYKFvz_d_k0RGfvAa3G-NOD5u5pmgQG5tbGohC1n8Pi_-7Rx4hmU/s1600/havasu3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_8Vu8_4RWIqmH3ZDI7oDyA2u4im5rvIdvoSVFgOGzuTdscj2OHjO-R0ck1dZamcOGQsn6Kd2bgfRx7PYZAlI-rRBOYKFvz_d_k0RGfvAa3G-NOD5u5pmgQG5tbGohC1n8Pi_-7Rx4hmU/s320/havasu3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560669258639905906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtugjipKYAXy3nIakYEKgKIJSZoMvoobRZ_dSFH1suyDXOyBzklDGnga4EszmiVb-sqAGIBLLOACyr07Q3dmGSi5fDI7wCFFGe_G-WyVLxl8WGT_-wDrEfLw7hqD6P5mrPQe_Ujxpyow/s1600/SUMMER+2010+098.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtugjipKYAXy3nIakYEKgKIJSZoMvoobRZ_dSFH1suyDXOyBzklDGnga4EszmiVb-sqAGIBLLOACyr07Q3dmGSi5fDI7wCFFGe_G-WyVLxl8WGT_-wDrEfLw7hqD6P5mrPQe_Ujxpyow/s320/SUMMER+2010+098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560669254218044322" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsugWtS8JlVlT1nXFum5bHcASHx7sm-6iJ71diAjTcwmG2cSVUQwkmY6CGItdeG9thdgcJerpDHT9SXlppn8tkPp9H2nAhjGYxa5usnZF88DEZ53G9r03PywTZszBu6elV7Rq5GZe_ZM/s1600/Copy+of+SUMMER+2010+191.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLsugWtS8JlVlT1nXFum5bHcASHx7sm-6iJ71diAjTcwmG2cSVUQwkmY6CGItdeG9thdgcJerpDHT9SXlppn8tkPp9H2nAhjGYxa5usnZF88DEZ53G9r03PywTZszBu6elV7Rq5GZe_ZM/s320/Copy+of+SUMMER+2010+191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560669248704491474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSpmoyYBbQDBGMeeCFAfoMH3PB3RT1xsm9lXgB8VvZsOjZZwIIKab_SIwtlZPozB4Ay9M8fBtT_SmnBxKbio0FbtY9UEM8nd__BJZ5GMAoJbNZK45CJ1q47TgVg77VlCE5FRlaMH6Qg4/s1600/Copy+of+SUMMER+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqSpmoyYBbQDBGMeeCFAfoMH3PB3RT1xsm9lXgB8VvZsOjZZwIIKab_SIwtlZPozB4Ay9M8fBtT_SmnBxKbio0FbtY9UEM8nd__BJZ5GMAoJbNZK45CJ1q47TgVg77VlCE5FRlaMH6Qg4/s320/Copy+of+SUMMER+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560669245880589810" /></a> <br />I'm not gonna lie...blogging, while enjoyable, is hard to find the time for and often I think, why bother? Seriously, who will be concerned with my life and all its issues anyway? However, after taking almost a year off I can see that I miss it and I miss sharing myself with the blank oblivion and not really caring who sees it. Here are some pictures of the past year to catch ya'll up a bit.<br />I cannot figure out how to write under each picture!crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5412766844744241623.post-64847541097847408672010-04-27T21:51:00.000-07:002010-04-27T22:16:40.674-07:00Family is...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWrHzQTXGdAUJvWAnU3wUw2EKP7e4IBSbR-T-41CfPhgcBgjMiZvqNmPUFglWo5eiSdg_zdkuE-lSmqK8vXIL7j9tgi50v4-HKxFyv766lmrNLTXqOtXm2pdi44JGlmPvA-FnulWqvyg/s1600/IMG_9488.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaWrHzQTXGdAUJvWAnU3wUw2EKP7e4IBSbR-T-41CfPhgcBgjMiZvqNmPUFglWo5eiSdg_zdkuE-lSmqK8vXIL7j9tgi50v4-HKxFyv766lmrNLTXqOtXm2pdi44JGlmPvA-FnulWqvyg/s320/IMG_9488.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465048150843797906" /></a><br />Family is a the people you laugh with and who laugh at you...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYzjLlscFliujoHYo7tMdRQ1p3EK0PsvMAlAUSvMT4vCnUtKhmQkHYNO1yf6TNOLRZyJqDCHWbFI_ZqbMqQjZ7kS-4TdXBuC2KzJz8Dst7NWWLX8IZZsaP-ZMcW_R8iajdBGc1pNQwKg/s1600/IMG_9487.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDYzjLlscFliujoHYo7tMdRQ1p3EK0PsvMAlAUSvMT4vCnUtKhmQkHYNO1yf6TNOLRZyJqDCHWbFI_ZqbMqQjZ7kS-4TdXBuC2KzJz8Dst7NWWLX8IZZsaP-ZMcW_R8iajdBGc1pNQwKg/s320/IMG_9487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465048139851792546" /></a><br />Family is new life..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqggPYjLe44SoIKKA-39TVr5DE7ueQebNlS_NDSbTmgxkifh9HcqL3G-VOQ8rrjexrUNjBwWd-G2UStEfukaajbNEORf3-emH85c7ty5Cgm9-ew0sEySABFiTc_Nsdfbr7pkaSt_kEh1o/s1600/IMG_9319.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqggPYjLe44SoIKKA-39TVr5DE7ueQebNlS_NDSbTmgxkifh9HcqL3G-VOQ8rrjexrUNjBwWd-G2UStEfukaajbNEORf3-emH85c7ty5Cgm9-ew0sEySABFiTc_Nsdfbr7pkaSt_kEh1o/s320/IMG_9319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465049189188606434" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pRzGTANJfVeYSkxLywAvSs1hhPjO1WFYlmO70-LhDYM7a5YZ0PERma00TGmKWadBJ-DveGnAp3E7rmeywcDsHJVjIvf5H2-pJYzC3ydGRctCdXVMaQMGhu1YvNk1nt0pqgn8SzRDdtk/s1600/IMG_9380.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7pRzGTANJfVeYSkxLywAvSs1hhPjO1WFYlmO70-LhDYM7a5YZ0PERma00TGmKWadBJ-DveGnAp3E7rmeywcDsHJVjIvf5H2-pJYzC3ydGRctCdXVMaQMGhu1YvNk1nt0pqgn8SzRDdtk/s320/IMG_9380.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465049181120498098" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ex8E6dplPqYZxyStKrVFxV2Jo-bcxjr4WSapsrHlMTXmS9pr9a9KHVQIZIt8JlMXVkIpK_-f62KxDlc8AUfioGqeScM9ScVj7fLCTAt2HN4zp8cBG2zr5gL9H9MA1J8e-4tYIgwl8zA/s1600/IMG_9364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-ex8E6dplPqYZxyStKrVFxV2Jo-bcxjr4WSapsrHlMTXmS9pr9a9KHVQIZIt8JlMXVkIpK_-f62KxDlc8AUfioGqeScM9ScVj7fLCTAt2HN4zp8cBG2zr5gL9H9MA1J8e-4tYIgwl8zA/s320/IMG_9364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465049173028204386" /></a><br /><br />Family is loving those you just met and your life feeling more complete because of them..<br />But most of all..my family is amazing and I feel so blessed to have spent time with those I have meant before and to meet some for the first time. With all the saddness and heartache we have had in the past 7 months plus, that empty crater was filled a little this weekend. My family is not complete with mom not being there, her memory was all over, everywhere and constantly on my mind. I missed her so much and every picture felt incomplete without her there..but it Arkansas was also missing Uncle Cles. He was a staple of Arkansas and a pillar of our family and he loved so much that it radiated off of him. He was missed by all and my mom was missed so much by us and all those who barely knew her. It was so nice to see kin from 0-90 and to see everyone who was so happy to be there. The looks in the eyes of my grandparents, my great aunts and uncles and all who listened intently to their stories or watched their faces as they listened to good live country and gospel music sang by their nephews. It was amazing and healing and a little piece of me was mended by all the hugs from my country cousins and extended family. Arkansas has become my second home.crazymamaof3http://www.blogger.com/profile/03019083423090611261noreply@blogger.com0