tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35047500697668878662024-02-06T20:19:33.881-08:00the abc's of growing upshelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-77308063849466559832012-08-13T07:36:00.000-07:002012-08-13T07:36:00.814-07:00<div align="center">
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">This summer is almost over and I havent mentioned the coolest thing so far....May 21 we added another member to the Hamrick bunch....Piper June.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">She's as sweet as can be...already a lot more calm that P ever was. Shes a snuggle bug too!!! She already seems so different than her sister!! Hard to imagine since she is only 12 weeks old. It's also hard to imagine that she is already 12 weeks old!!! OMG! She's our last...so Ive been trying to keep her baby-ish. Which is hard...since she is growing and huge! She's already in the 100th percentile for her length and that will remind us that at one point in her life she was concidered long!! Im sure that will change;)</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">P loves her to peices....and I will record and record the way she is with her because although its sometimes too much its super cute and sweet and Im sure one day they wont be so into eachother;)</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">P's personality is growing by the days....I mean seriously I've never met a 3 year old with such sass, attitude, and opinions on anything and EVERYTHING. I have to tell her "check your self P" and she knows that means....not here and not now. It sometimes is just a little much....like when she corrects a stranger... and tells them their rude....or tells them to chew with their mouths closed... I mean sometimes she's right...but she's 3 and needs to learn to respect others. So were working on that this year. I wont dull her sparkle...cause its my most favorite thing about her.....its....her!!! </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">I decided this last week that I will take off work for the next few years and just be a mama. Mark has wanted this for over 2 years ish....and I finally agreed. P starts preschool this year....and I want to enjoy her as much as I can before she start kindergarten which isnt really that far away! And Piper is such a love bug that I just can't leave her:( I want to be with her and enjoy her as much and more than I did with P. And how lucky I feel that I am able to do that. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">I will for sure miss working since it's not like work at all. But luckily since I loved my clients and their all friends..so Im not too bummed. I mean who would be bummed that they get to stay home with their girls?!?! </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">Im excited.... to write more about these two girls of mine...who I adore....and record things i want to remember about them....even if it's interupted writing because I have to feed the baby...or wipe P's butt....it's real and it's us.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">Lets start by explaining why I quit blogging. I read a lot of blogs! I mean a lot. I realized that people arent really who they seem to be...on their blog. Its like they write things about how they want you to think they are...and are from from the person they portray on their blog. I do NOT want to do that. Ive always been myself...take it or leave it...and im all about actions speaking louder than words. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">I realized last night after someone mentioned an old blog post that I miss writing to P....she is only getting more funny and I still want to remember these things. I want to remember that her "thing" is wearing headbands. She wears one every single day...it never matches...and it goes to bed with her. I want to remember that I let her dress her self no matter how many strange looks she gets...because she is a ball of personality and I dont want to dull her shine;) or her style as she calls it.</span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">I want to remember when I brought Piper home from the hospital...and how shocked I was that Peyton wasn't a jelly belly...that she was sooo excited and sweet and loving. I want to remember that P calls her sister "sugar" or "sugs"for short....how when Piper cries she tries to calm her by screaming over and over "piper the junza" "piper the junza". Sooo many things that go on daily with two little girls...I want to write to remember. </span></strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-family: Courier New; font-size: large;">I missed it and I LOVED reading back and laughing at things I had already forgotten about P.</span></strong></div>
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shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-10048840188174352072011-12-15T20:14:00.000-08:002011-12-15T20:14:43.716-08:00MIA<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{MIA}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh my.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It's been so long since Ive been blogging.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">17 weeks pregnant and I'm realizing what my priorities are.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Spending less time on line. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">More time sleeping.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Less time socializing.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">More time for Mark and P.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I've learned to put the phone down and at first this scared many people. lol which is sad but true.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I actually like leaving it in the car. At home. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Ive been reading a lot. Mostly to P but some for me.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Putting more effort into the people who do the same for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Realizing that being.... is good enough...and doing all the time is over rated....and fully UN appreciated.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">This pregnancy has put a lot into perspective for me.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Whats important, whats not. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">What my goals are for now...and for the future.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Who I am thankful for. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">What I am thankful for.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It's shown me the true meaning behind smooshed bladder.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Exhaustion.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">And crashing immune system.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I am sharing this pregnancy with a few friends....who I am more than excited for.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It's like I know what there in for....in a good way...a great way.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I know how excited/nervous they are.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I know that nothing will prepare them.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I know that they will fall in love like never before and be forever changed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I know the love....and I'm excited that they will soon know it too.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I know that I've been slacking writing on here to you...P.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">But I think you enjoy my full attention.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The nights I spend in your bed snuggling with you rather than typing on here.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You are two and a half this month and you are your own person no doubt! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You like to put your own shoes on...and Im not joking when I say you have 15 pair (weid because I am like the only person who is NOT a shoe person) but you will only pick between two pairs....and there exactly the same just different colors.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Im shocked when I tell you "that goes on the right foot" and you know which one that is!! I think daddy liked to work with you on that one....he has been teaching you that for over a year now.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You don't back down to much...and Aunt Shanie who you've nick name "Shantie" can back me up.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">She has witnessed your....shall I call it..."personality" your stuborness, your temper.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Your not the kid we can trick with candy....but....telling you that I will call Helga....seems to do the trick (sometimes) and parents dont make feel bad for this one....Helga the mean ugly babysitter isn't any different than Santa, Easter bunnies, tooth faries etc....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Nanny Hamrick has talked about Mark as a child....and I think you must be a lot like him (temper) but I won't lie....you get your stubborn ways from us both...the attitude from me...were all working on things though....you teach us a lot about ourselves....possibly more than I'll ever tell you!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Your not all attitude and tantrums though....your still my sweet Pea....who yells "MOM" just to tell me "I love you to the moony" you have my back and tell me when my breath stinks, you still rub my face and hold it ever so gently and tell me "i just want you to be happy" (one reason you work me over so well), you beg me to lay in your bed but the second I fall asleep you tell me Im breathing to loud....and I find that so humbling...because I do the EXACT thing to your daddy!!!! The other thing Im loving about you right now (besides every little thing) is how you call daddy and I babe.....and it's not out of the blue....it's like a daily thing and a normal thing you call us wehn you want our attention, when you want us to come to the room your in, when you tell us "good job, babe". You get that from me......I think I call everyone babe...but mostly Daddy. You try teaching me that Im supposed to call him Daddy and I try teaching you that Im not;)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh, P.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Just things that I never want to forget about you....at age 2 and half.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The age you kicked down your crib....and became a big girl....sleeping in your big girl bed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The age you are but everyone thinks you are older.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Smart.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Sassy.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Halarious.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Beautiful.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-25033873858387397052011-09-27T14:48:00.000-07:002011-09-27T14:48:59.294-07:00bitter sweet<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{bitter sweet}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It's been a great three years in our little home. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Little being the key word.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Just over 2,000 square feet but when you chop it up like this style of home it seems like a lot less....to me at least.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">This house was our first together.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">We brought P home to this "castle" as she calls it.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm the type of person who gets attached....hates change... and cringes at the thought of the un known....... </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">but...timing is right and things seem to be falling into place for us right now.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">After talking to our friends who are Realtors here in town they assure us the person buying our home is a very lucky new home owner and it should sell fast.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The price is great and everything inside is new, nice, and updated.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">We put a lot of work into this house.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So today we decided.....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">it's time to DE clutter and put it on the market.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I hate the thought of moving.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Packing.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Selling.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Someone else living here.....I wished it were someone I knew so I could feel better about it....knowing how they would appreciate all we've done....</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I will take Lot's of pictures for you P....to remember the home we brought you too....your first (and second) bedroom, your adorable toy room.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Why do we get so sentimental with houses?? It's so weird.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">My friends mom always says...."you don't LOVE material things" and I think about that when I selfishly think about... "I will make sure the person buying this house knows how much money that floor cost...and how my husband spent long hours and I mean hours pulling staples out of the base of the floor so he could lay the ever so expensive tile we picked out". It's all materialistic.....I should have listened to my mother....so I wouldn't be so attached knowing we wouldn't live her forever. Trust me there are things I hate about this house too....so I'm not all sad....and if I keep in mind....it's all material.....and cross my fingers a nice young family will buy our house...and appreciate everything we have done to it....I might just free myself of an ulcer..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Things are really falling into place for us and it's our time....I hope it all goes as smooth as planned. </span></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-42844843004761678672011-09-21T19:21:00.000-07:002011-09-21T19:21:04.269-07:00Tonight<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{tonight}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Tonight I come home from a nice short walk with a dear friend who lives down the street.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I see P's bedding on the floor at the top of the stairs...and I think "oh no, the flu".</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank goodness.....she just peed the bed!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I never thought I would ever think nor say "ah, she just peed her bed".</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I look in her room, her big girl room (i know sounds crazy 2 rooms, not so lavish trust me) then I go look in my bed.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">P is snuggled tightly in Daddy's nook.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The nook?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The perfect little crevice where daddy's shoulder curves in ward....it used to be my nook...now it's our nook.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">She is not a snuggler....especially with mama.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">She saw me..probably heard me...and said mama I'm sleeping with my daddy...and who could argue with that.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I can hear her though now....chit chatting to daddy who is sound asleep due to being awake 48 hours now....so off I go....maybe she'll snuggle me?</span></div><div align="center"></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-54443310279519091602011-09-14T17:33:00.000-07:002011-09-14T17:33:41.085-07:00Technical interference..<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{technical interference}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I love technology for many reasons.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I love the fact that when my daughter is napping (or lets be real watching cartoons) I can jump on the book.....share pictures of P with all my friends and family, enjoy all the pictures of my friends children who are also ever changing and growing quickly, and even just keep up with friends who if it weren't for the book I'd see once a year if that.....I love fb for all these reasons. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I don't love that it takes the realness out of some people.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It's so funny to me how you can communicate via fb and share so many friendly thoughts and words...and then you see the same person in person and they get that uncomfortable look and seem so awkward having a real LIVE conversation.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Obviously I'm not delusional. I know that having over 300 or however many "friends" we have via fb...blog followers, etc...doesn't really mean were all "friends" but in a sense it means we feel safe and comfortable sharing pic's of our children, sharing silly stories of our lives, and sometimes building new friendships based on common interests and the fact that our children will be growing up in the same community....</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So the fact that the courtesy and comfort lies in a silly computer screen boggles my mind.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When I see you in person....I find it sad that people are not as friendly, act as if that kid in your shopping cart is not the same kid they leave comment after comment on in the pictures you post. It's kinda like the people who you have done their hair for years...and when they stop coming to you (happens all the time we as hair dressers expect this) act like you your going to be angry with them so they avoid you and act as if they haven't shared detailed stories of their life with you... it's okay people....my feelings towards you don't change because you wanted to try someone new to do you hair....it's okay....we can still be friends. </span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's that time again.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Heading South.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">P in the back....plenty of DVDs to choose from, a snack bag....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm hoping she will use the ear phones this trip so I can listen to my own tunes.....I mean enough Disney is enough.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No plans really.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">No time frame.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Just P and I.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Loading up and doing whatever we want.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I like this idea....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know P and I will do this lot's throughout the years....why not start early?</span></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-64755557477067655192011-08-21T06:33:00.000-07:002011-08-21T06:33:58.293-07:00wardrobe<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{wardrobe}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">My sister used this word when describing a person the other day. When I don't know exactly what something means I google it and to my surprise I think I know one too many.....</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><ul><li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">React to criticism with rage, shame, or humiliation</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Take advantage of other people to achieve his or her own goals</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Have excessive feelings of self-importance</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Exaggerate achievements and talents</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Be preoccupied with fantasies of success, power, beauty, intelligence, or ideal love</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Have unreasonable expectations of favorable treatment</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Need constant attention and admiration</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Disregard the feelings of others, and have little ability to feel empathy</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Have obsessive self-interest</span></div></li>
<li><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pursue mainly selfish goal</span></div></li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wow right...................................................my best friend Sarah and I have been talking a lot lately about people....and I find this very fitting.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">People never seize to amaze.</span></div><div align="center"></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-8723514447749158272011-08-15T06:46:00.000-07:002011-08-15T06:46:03.373-07:00Character<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{character}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">"I'll take character over reputation. Your character is what you really are, while your reputation is merely what others think you are".</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our summer has consisted of...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">swimming</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">napping</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">more swimming.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">My lil fish....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You love the water.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Scare the lifeguards (not so much me, surprisingly).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You love to play "go under" and shockingly you hold your breath the longest most of the time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You love everyone elses swim toys....not so much your own (unless someone else wants them).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You seem to be perfectly happy with playing by yourself or with Daddy and I....even when we have friends or cousins swimming you choose to be the loan ranger (I'm a loner my self...trust me it's okay).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Which reminds me....I wanted to tell you....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I've noticed as I've gotten older I'm one of the only people I know that is "okay" doing things alone (going places, meeting people, etc) I never feel that "awkward" feeling most people feel.... It's a great quality and I hope you have it (I think you do)! It's very unsettling to me when women don't go places and don't do thing because they "need" someone with them. Just a little life info I want to pass on.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I said to a friend at the pool who was their with her children....it's okay if P would rather play alone......I'm kind of a loner too.... and I love that about you...that your you...and your already comfortable in your own skin.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">You started kicking your legs while being under water this week, swimming with your kitty board, and your liking your floaters since you realized how good you can swim with a little extra help....and of course I snapped some pic's to show off how proud of you I am.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Our little fish....we love you.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZPZdH-bW0HTfF1PvtO60EWQS0s1N0ityrBEY7yWdgwU5bsuCAm-1Yd3IJgoJ3QB8A8McH3NtImJtqKeIUILU3Ccgsre9lR5UOZ-ANsBNByzN9vunuUY1xb5x6nMxGRo1yW-4SIzgpvjE/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" naa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZPZdH-bW0HTfF1PvtO60EWQS0s1N0ityrBEY7yWdgwU5bsuCAm-1Yd3IJgoJ3QB8A8McH3NtImJtqKeIUILU3Ccgsre9lR5UOZ-ANsBNByzN9vunuUY1xb5x6nMxGRo1yW-4SIzgpvjE/s320/photo2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Sometimes in the middle of your average day you realize.....</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You can't make people care as much as you do.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Some people are givers and some are takers.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You can go out of your way for people all the time and they may never notice.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">You can be a genuine real person in a world full of ..... well the exact opposite....</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">....And when you realize this is your thought process.... you go take a nap with your sweet precious baby (she'll always be my baby) and you wake up....being grateful for this things that give you pure happiness....without even thinking at all.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Realizing that's all that really matters anyway.</span></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-69004851150722252852011-08-03T20:56:00.000-07:002011-08-03T20:56:17.569-07:00Wont back down.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{wont back down}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I thought I was the only one going to Zac Brown band's concert only knowing like 3 songs....I didn't mind....I was still excited.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm not the girl to pretend to be anything or to know things I do not know....so like typical me it was one of the first things I said when we met up with Trish and Darbs....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Trish's response.... "me too...just do this" and since you cant see me I will try to describe what "this" is....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">its Trisha....singing a song....just making up her own words as she goes....and smiling....and dancing...and if you know Trish at all...you know exactly what I mean!!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So when this song played at the end (my sisters favorite) I grabbed Shan and started dancing. We didn't have to make up any words!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/nvlTJrNJ5lA?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We went to Natalia and Blake's wedding Sat and Amber (another friend from high school) said "Trish are you still making up your own words to songs" Trish and I looked at each other and I answered for her.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I LOVE this about my friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I LOVE that it's like we never missed a beat...and when we all get together its like were all back in high school....laughing non stop...dancing(sorta)...and stopping to bring up a few old stories that make us laugh some more. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love that when so many people dread their high school reunions I (and most my friends) can not wait to all get together again!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">That's next year by the way.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And while every single one of us is at a completely different stage in our own lives you would never know that by seeing us together. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I feel lucky.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lucky with friends.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lucky with family.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Lucky in love.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-45320652890194491982011-07-24T20:18:00.000-07:002011-07-24T20:18:33.746-07:00DJR<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{DJR}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">My younger sister posted this picture tonight.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">It was at my birthday dinner this year.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I showed up in the normal....sweats...hair in messy bun..no makeup</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">and he comes out in this.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I smile big.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">On my 21st birthday he wore this exact number to my dinner at Bosco's. Then he came to sidelines and partied it up with me and my friend Nicole.....(I think we stopped before he wanted to).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Any way...on that day I stated this outfit he wore was my favorite on him!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So, this year.....at the good ol age of 27 he walks out....and I smile.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Everyone asked...why are you so dressed up? (we were eating dinner at my moms house with just the fam)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">and he said "this is Shelby's favorite outfit". It is!! And I'm so glad Britt took a pic!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">How sweet that he remembered. (even the prescription sun glasses;))</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Next year I might dress up too....and make it an annual thing!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Love you DJR.</span></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-69815900844607828082011-07-13T21:14:00.000-07:002011-07-13T21:14:25.610-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{merry go round}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Our afternoon was spent watching P play her "gwitar" and since Justin Beiber, row row row your boat, and some fresh beat band song. (my LEAST favorite kid show of all times)</span></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsL7pQ1_F5Yu0n9m7gyCaxAyUuoc94EIzCEygxakUjgKouKWEzC6yNcQSPEBcjkt1aK3uT4-RTnQe_Y-TQRkr63UO3aYYpvxyUdFzJqbKVKkQGgU4uv1OjUegdGbkBUGy7V2DPXi1-pc/s1600/fair2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwsL7pQ1_F5Yu0n9m7gyCaxAyUuoc94EIzCEygxakUjgKouKWEzC6yNcQSPEBcjkt1aK3uT4-RTnQe_Y-TQRkr63UO3aYYpvxyUdFzJqbKVKkQGgU4uv1OjUegdGbkBUGy7V2DPXi1-pc/s320/fair2.JPG" width="320px" /></a></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Then since the parade is over and she has been asking to go back to it since yesterday....we decided the fair would entertain her just as much as the parade!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">She didn't like the merry go round like she thought she would. She held onto me so tight and I was shocked. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">My little dare devil not so daring?</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We say this a lot at my mom's house. I swear each member of my family (sister, mom, dad, nieces, and nephews) all have some form of ADD. Some took meds for it...others never diagnosed. But positive we all have it! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So my mom takes her two fingers points them back and forth and your eyes and hers and says...."focus on the family".</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tonight I say it because....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">it's perspective.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">To know her is to love her. She is by far the most beautiful thing Ive ever seen in my entire life.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I remember taking this picture of her thinking her hair looks so long. Her eyes so blue. Man has she changed. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I need to get more professional pic's of her. Mine just don't cut it. But it's how I see her....everyday....and because it's her...it's perfect enough for me.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And this just reminds me of how silly she is. How she will do anything to make me laugh.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Tonight when I stay awake late...thinking about things people do that I wish they wouldn't, the way people talk but you've already quit listening, the way a persons word means nothing these days....negative thoughts....thoughts that can make a person....UN focused</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I think of my mom and how even though I make fun of her when she says "focus on the family" I find myself say that...to myself.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She is my focus.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She is my family.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">if you know me at all you know that it's not abnormal for me to bust out a random song...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">This one I bust out more often that you might imagine....and what does Mark think? He usually bobs his head and makes me feel....well...not so weird.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Proof that church camps and Sunday school classes do stick with your children.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Commandment number one you shall have no other God yo</span><span style="font-size: large;">u shall worship only me eee.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Number two don't bow down to idols heaven, earth nor sea ee.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Three do not miss use my name.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Four remember the sabbath day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Five says honor your father and mother.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Commandment number six says you shall not murder.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Seven, eight , and nine for spiritual fitness don't commit adultery, steal or bare false witness.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Last but not least number ten don't covet. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">That's Gods law let's learn live and love it.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Wow....blog slacking.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Summer is flying by.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It doesn't seem like we have gotten much summer weather and June is almost over! </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDfgTrVuks2pGaWfBjTJ5H07BcXUZh7D-rPmGSdtN9tmpqpTNvVvervXdXTHTOa_3UuEUFAqqDamfn9C4kHjWtI0Y890cD5ak_hr_p_a8TPoXVGDtXG8hdGlKt8K_dW7cBq7Lvjb44EI/s1600/pnut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilDfgTrVuks2pGaWfBjTJ5H07BcXUZh7D-rPmGSdtN9tmpqpTNvVvervXdXTHTOa_3UuEUFAqqDamfn9C4kHjWtI0Y890cD5ak_hr_p_a8TPoXVGDtXG8hdGlKt8K_dW7cBq7Lvjb44EI/s320/pnut.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Peyton gave me a taste of the "terrible two's" today.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The pic above is from today....a sweet moment...when she thought it was fun to get her pic taken instead of screaming "no" like she did every other minute of today. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I've been lucky...I've seen plenty of kids embarrass their parents so I guess today was my turn.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I almost wanted to laugh at her...but knew she wouldn't like that so I just took deep breaths in and out while she threw down. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When it was over.....she was back to normal.....and I explained why mama won't respond to her acting that way.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">She's as cute as a button and I'm mostly all talk when I sound like tough mama..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I will however leave any place I am at when she throws down like that....how embarrassing! Oh, P!!!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So, tonight I took my sweet little nephews for ice cream....P and Mark were in bed (m recovering from the flu that I am right now feeling a bit of...ugh) and I wanted to get out of the house!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The boys were excited to try out the new ice cream shop.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">One scoop of Scooper Hero, and one scoop of Cotton Candy, pop rocks, sprinkles, and gummy bears later you have.......</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cGjCFMhUC4kWN6Lhu-kbQeSdQ80Q6-TKFyhuN-0JxWkabPCXjY9_D7DLFWU6dERGnBcbFCoX8fqLJoyYd1tokFFu4B1RLO2Aw8mBho8ZFlbkmg0WU_hpJIjDo-Qc5yv9EHwMmPMe-gE/s1600/coco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9cGjCFMhUC4kWN6Lhu-kbQeSdQ80Q6-TKFyhuN-0JxWkabPCXjY9_D7DLFWU6dERGnBcbFCoX8fqLJoyYd1tokFFu4B1RLO2Aw8mBho8ZFlbkmg0WU_hpJIjDo-Qc5yv9EHwMmPMe-gE/s320/coco.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We took P the other day and shes been asking to go back since. Sugar tooth P nut!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Other than ice cream we do parks, pools, movies and walks.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's funny how you get a little sunshine and your too busy to blog or to do much of anything but be outside.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I know its been a long process getting P's big girl room ready for her but we got her this....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">and I think she's getting close to sleeping in it..... I tried it out one night and I don't know what she's waiting for!?! It's super cozy....fit for a queen. or a princess named Peyton.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-54599271943001946862011-05-26T19:02:00.000-07:002011-05-26T19:02:07.766-07:00Eye candy<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{eye candy}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I like to see pictures like this....and Im not posting this pic to get opinions on what you think of that body type....Im posting it because it is my motivation right now!!!! Damn she looks good!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEyXn9MzNW44j1oSIr2DTYfkbaTHLj5JKeX4rAkKrqxIA7_M7FPDugy7zv0RftZ_udEDuyXctk4MagDl6jspk6H7FV_AK5r3F23ulgIukL1jtG35BkyCI3S8tLgecF1iV0b84UpVSBQE/s1600/Leane+rimes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPEyXn9MzNW44j1oSIr2DTYfkbaTHLj5JKeX4rAkKrqxIA7_M7FPDugy7zv0RftZ_udEDuyXctk4MagDl6jspk6H7FV_AK5r3F23ulgIukL1jtG35BkyCI3S8tLgecF1iV0b84UpVSBQE/s320/Leane+rimes.jpg" t8="true" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Why can't I have a personal chef? A in home trainer? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ah....because my singing voice SUCKS (but we all know I don't let that stop me).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I found a little eyes candy for everyone though:) (I told you I wasn't selfish)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCe4XyPIA2dXvrl7kxh70reLHPHlUUPfo9yQl6gRfxYT6PjV9V6Zd_9pONhH127xBH9T_9UPno3-Ccj5NzFgkGv_DcOBswUkdpWofEwndR-lcOpL2ouZYJhE2LyWAdMvuUxdulRWlSHQ/s1600/aztec.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGCe4XyPIA2dXvrl7kxh70reLHPHlUUPfo9yQl6gRfxYT6PjV9V6Zd_9pONhH127xBH9T_9UPno3-Ccj5NzFgkGv_DcOBswUkdpWofEwndR-lcOpL2ouZYJhE2LyWAdMvuUxdulRWlSHQ/s1600/aztec.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Check out this little number I might have to get. It's on of those finds you spot....and keep looking at over and over....but never put in your cart! Then when you finally give in....they don't have your size!!! Lucky for me I have a friend who likes to shop.....and snags these baby's when I stepped on the brake too long!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-LnS-BG3zIpZOgAXClt59wFqBQuwXCM-dqyjuYr1dMQYGJ3lq2-3BLv-7gWc1okytnIBaAZiQ5_WMVP1nSn2H4i09t1d9y_xnilAN0zoisOfpYUa1TgEMYuKSLIIZEONT3gEbbxYuqY/s1600/bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG-LnS-BG3zIpZOgAXClt59wFqBQuwXCM-dqyjuYr1dMQYGJ3lq2-3BLv-7gWc1okytnIBaAZiQ5_WMVP1nSn2H4i09t1d9y_xnilAN0zoisOfpYUa1TgEMYuKSLIIZEONT3gEbbxYuqY/s1600/bebe.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Oh and this little number...If I looked like LeeAnne Rimes....this would be in my closet. Something about black and white stripes....they just do it for me.</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">But, what I really spend my money on??? Since we all know my wadrobe consists of sweats, sweats, and more sweats....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNwxOQ3gQeSUIEZf8PUss_p5utYjiFGkvPAU3qR7amisaoUnBvjVWJI1QeYcdacAqMxrohUQI8ekfpeI4f0eDqlRQKAQctEdqQQdwT2CfZdTp7DJBYK3AV1f9S9qfwC7GEvo80DYtOFQ/s1600/dresser1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUNwxOQ3gQeSUIEZf8PUss_p5utYjiFGkvPAU3qR7amisaoUnBvjVWJI1QeYcdacAqMxrohUQI8ekfpeI4f0eDqlRQKAQctEdqQQdwT2CfZdTp7DJBYK3AV1f9S9qfwC7GEvo80DYtOFQ/s320/dresser1.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">furniture for that big girl room that is taking me forever to put together!! I am so picky when it comes to furniture!!! I have too many impulse buyers in my life (Mark, Mom, Dad not to call you all out lol) but, I like to buy things I LOVE....HAVE to have sort of feeling....that way I know in 6 months I won't hate it!! So Im eyeing these. I have a black one just like the pink......and Im thinking about sanding it...and painting myself....but I think I would end up hating it (since I did it) and be un happy. Plus I like the shorter wide dresser...because then miss Peyton could reach all her drawers (not that Im letting her pick her own clothing out anytime soon).</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love the blue....change out the knobs....I also love yellow...which they have. Already sent pics to a dear friend who tell me to buy!!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'll probley listen.......</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-36755712306590180982011-05-24T19:28:00.000-07:002011-05-24T20:50:49.774-07:00Passy send off.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">{passy send off}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">May 19, 2011 we sent the passy"s to the baby angels.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I knew when she turned two it was time.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But, vacation and her getting sick were my excuses to hold off.....(it's not like I held off that long.....she's only 2 and one month old).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I really knew it was time when I took her to her first dentist visit the day before!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She said her teeth looked great (and patted me on the back for noticing a dark spot on one of her molars) which turned out the be nothing just dis coloration....but she said the passy needs to go. It causing more harm then good now that her teeth are fully grown in...and I knew she would say that.....because her bite reveals that she is for sure a passy girl!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So as I left the dentist I started thinking and explaining to P that today was her last day with her passy....that she better suck on it all she wants because come tomorrow they were all going to be gone.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wasn't just going to take them!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">NO WAY!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I refuse to be the bad guy!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So we went home...napped....and when she woke....we headed to the balloon store!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I let P pick out as many balloons as she wanted and whatever colors she wanted too (besides the giant toy story balloons because ewww)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">she was so excited....we watched the lady blow and tie each one...and I don't think she stopped smiling (except to eat her mnm's I got her for her potty training treats).</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We came home and collected all the pacifiers (I'm sure we will run into a few here and there considering we had about 20 of them). </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">She woke up the next day....and it was all about her passy send off!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">The snow wasn't going to stop us...and I knew we had to do it before tumbling...since after tumbling is lunch then naps.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So dad came home...and Nana Jackie came by...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YJF69OVjeEhMZ7BIIhSWLlCFg1l2_u7-3JYG06pOp2L-KNSIFY6qz6H1H4r_lbqOw3OTHx5xsm5e-eFJE6MEn1LYR9PqolC95WeAa033sNJwo62C9P893iqwUrZeBbzAtM1B2eWGXcw/s1600/1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9YJF69OVjeEhMZ7BIIhSWLlCFg1l2_u7-3JYG06pOp2L-KNSIFY6qz6H1H4r_lbqOw3OTHx5xsm5e-eFJE6MEn1LYR9PqolC95WeAa033sNJwo62C9P893iqwUrZeBbzAtM1B2eWGXcw/s320/1249.JPG" t8="true" width="213px" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">We had P hold on tight since the wind was blowing and it was snowing. She was all dressed for tumbling and was excited to tell Mrs.Dorthy about her balloons. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think we made it so important to hold on tight she was afraid to let them go! lol</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYB1mA4AKvpfe6WO2nYU3mWsO1Zx6peupQtXoyStq8N-PyAL9RWhM6QH2KzHARu6gcExnwNLeM08-LZSd8g0EXZy59-74xDkmnCoevuIm9Wgb3Jkah0BcUe4jSw3_2ECIjqAIby01AaiI/s1600/1323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213px" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYB1mA4AKvpfe6WO2nYU3mWsO1Zx6peupQtXoyStq8N-PyAL9RWhM6QH2KzHARu6gcExnwNLeM08-LZSd8g0EXZy59-74xDkmnCoevuIm9Wgb3Jkah0BcUe4jSw3_2ECIjqAIby01AaiI/s320/1323.JPG" t8="true" width="320px" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is so funny....telling Jackie all about it (like she wasn't there watching).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And then it was off to tumbling.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I was waiting for a melt down....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">that never happened....</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">and almost a week later I am happy to report that we still have yet to see a "melt down".</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She has only asked for it 2 or 3 times.....and only 1 of those times was she sad.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Her sleeping schedule has only changed in the fact that at nap time she talks for like 30 minutes before falling asleep, and wants you to stay in her room tickling her arms before bed (which Mark and I both love). So the passy send off = success.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe she was ready.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe we worry more than they do about these things.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Maybe making it a positive fun activity made it easier on her? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Either way....it's not near as hard as I thought it would be, the passy's are gone, and Mark and I are both proud parents.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Good job P...your our big girl now!!</div></span>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-85162305512961676182011-05-23T14:18:00.000-07:002011-05-23T14:18:32.432-07:00{my mother always said}<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">{my mother always said}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"I'm sorry you feel that way".</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hated it when she said that.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Yet, again...things she always said seem to ring true the older I get.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">That saying....along with</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">"actions speak louder than words"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am big on that saying.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I am all about action...less about talk.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think talk is cheap.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">So since I'm not as good with words anyway....I always let my actions do the talking.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's funny being a mom now....and the older I get how many things/sayings/rules...my mom taught us that use to drive me nuts.....are some of the most important lessons I've held onto.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thinking about these today.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">And being proud that my actions always speak louder than my words.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I hope to pass this onto you P. Because I think it's so important. Once of my best friends told me the other day " everyone considers you a best friend Shelby...it doesn't make them all best friends to you". And I appreciated that conversation...because even if people are not the best of friends to you....you can always be to them....and that to me was a compliment. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you mom...for saying these annoying things all the time....because I'm thankful they stuck in my head all these years.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-48895068550506691752011-05-18T12:46:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:46:45.065-07:00While the baby sleeps....<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{while the baby sleeps}</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Today was an event full day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Normally I wake up and the only set in stone plan we have all day is nap time.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Today I woke before seven am.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I brushed my teeth packed Capone up in the truck and headed for the vet.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">He had no clue what he was in for. Poor pup.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">He was all excited!!! Weighed a lean 80.1 lbs. (which is great it means I dropped him 10 lbs in the last year).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I almost gave him a treat for sitting so good.....before the lady yelled "NO he cant eat". Oh ya.....duh!!!<br />
And because they didn't call before 11 I called them to check on him (I am that girl, that girl you tell you will call before noon....and if I think you should be done...I'll call and check on you".</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">He was in recovery and doing great!! YAY.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">She sent 3 masses in for biopsy to be safe....most likely just fatty tumors....but I like the "to be safe" part.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">His teeth on the other hand need a bit more attention from mama.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">OOPS..</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">all along I was worried about Peyton's teeth (who went to her first dentist apt today and checked out healthy and clean).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I guess Ill be playing dentist to Capone now too!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The only "bad" news....which I already knew was its time to toss the passy!! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I was going to after her 2nd birthday (it was only last month).</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">However the trip to AZ wasn't going to be the time I took it away, then we get home...settled back into routines....sick with the croup...I just couldn't take it....and I feel really bad because unlike most kids...my daughter speaks....and speaks well!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;"> So she makes it clear that the angel babies and baby cows (and every other baby I tried to say needed them more than she does) don't get her passy...and when she says "i not a big girl mama, I little bitty tiny baby girl". I think "your right you are just my baby".</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So the dentist made it clear....after 2 it cause more bad than good.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">So....tomorrow is the day.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">The passy send off.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Ill make sure to post pic's of my brilliant (Jackie's brilliant) plan!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Let's hope she thinks it's cool....and doesn't start a hate relationship with balloons.</span></div>shelbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10951635397441993033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3504750069766887866.post-25560176507497372392011-05-13T22:38:00.000-07:002011-05-13T22:38:51.085-07:00red, white, and blue.<div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">{red, white, and blue}</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Qi9swtk7YQPuYzhYmtDU194idUNvrU-GcslT3dflJU2aAPBBO_E5ypijrBnmTXN-bQnrmVBcClVSZETy8etWRQL71BNft8LSYuEigwS2WzHzYaa3bdqvyqk2gH5tFPfQ7mGVHiobz3U/s1600/usa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Qi9swtk7YQPuYzhYmtDU194idUNvrU-GcslT3dflJU2aAPBBO_E5ypijrBnmTXN-bQnrmVBcClVSZETy8etWRQL71BNft8LSYuEigwS2WzHzYaa3bdqvyqk2gH5tFPfQ7mGVHiobz3U/s320/usa.jpg" width="220px" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Some people just do NOT get my style.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think it's because I don't have a particular style.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I love something about every trend and I'm not afraid of them.....weird right...me....not afraid!!!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I so want that top and those shorts....loose fit....I hate tight shorts...I think there cuter loose....but I so love this outfit minus the shoes....add some flip flops.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm so not even the girl who does anything fun for the 4th anyway...but whats not patriotic about that outfit?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Since I don't go to the lake (we might be the only ones in Casper who don't) and since I don't spend my 4th of July drinking all day and night....I thought about these bottles.....</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I'm sure I could find some red straws too.....make some yummy jello treats....red and blue of coarse...and celebrate our own way. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">I think Ill find any excuse to buy my outfit!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I think I'm just bored....web surfing at 11:30 pm because I can't sleep.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Found more bumps on Capone and like always I'm worrying myself sick.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">I imagine the worst....and I just wish doggies could live as long as we do. It's just not fair to think someday Capone wont be here with us....he doesn't do much....he sleeps a lot really....he always has. But he is the sweetest dog ever....anyone who knows him....will tell you the same thing. Such a good dog. Always has been. He's is beautiful too! And such a baby. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">When he was just a puppy he slept under Mark and I's bed....can you imagine him now? 90 lbs and still tries to squeeze whatever part of his body fits under it......lol...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">P even knows where Capone always is......"he trying to go under you bed mama". </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Our sweet Capone.....P's "bra der" I hope he is okay.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Just like any good mama....were taking him in asap again....because I'm worried sick.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: large;">Pray for pony:) Please and thank you!</span></div><div align="center"><br />
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