tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190706512024-03-14T04:34:36.090-06:00Adventures AheadLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.comBlogger203125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-61509260920289895952009-01-08T07:51:00.003-07:002009-01-08T07:57:53.596-07:00Hello & GoodbyeHello, my friends. This last month has flown by and there's so much left to do! We're heading into a new chapter in our lives and I won't have the access or time to post for a while. I've been thinking about the life of this blog and all the times it's seen. It's seen a baby born, loved ones pass, several moves and our lives change radically. I feel like it may be time to move beyond this blog. Updates may come at intervals but because of time constraints and privacy I don't foresee much more activity on this blog. It will be left up and open for as long as blogger will let it. Thank you for over 3 years of reading my rambling posts and commenting.<br /><br />Peace & love.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-45545950910228564712008-12-09T23:09:00.004-07:002008-12-09T23:24:18.459-07:00Knitting UpdateNow that we have a working camera in our home again, it's time for project pictures! I haven't been idle these past few months and you all have been more than patient. (I say "you all" as if I have some huge following. Allow me my delusions of grandeur.)<br /><br />Let's start with the most recent knitting projects.<br /><br /><a href="http://brooklyntweed.blogspot.com/2008/07/turn-square-pattern-now-available.html">Turn A Square hat</a> by <a href="http://brooklyntweed.blogspot.com/">brooklyntweed</a> for my niece, Kayla, for Christmas. These are her school colors and I figured (like every crazy knitting aunt does) that she needed a spiffy hat to accent her awesome letter jacket. Go Kayla!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftlJChyHJb0KGig3nC4zOKYXxfh7zoVzrtPi8mmcukrIA8BC5ViXClk2FK8sypOIGUqL4bUnkZHW3P8If1rFyaykJruAAA4WMTZ8YZB4auhvfQO8SqdhpYn2KiTHOw_yvwFoO4Q/s1600-h/IMG_3877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjftlJChyHJb0KGig3nC4zOKYXxfh7zoVzrtPi8mmcukrIA8BC5ViXClk2FK8sypOIGUqL4bUnkZHW3P8If1rFyaykJruAAA4WMTZ8YZB4auhvfQO8SqdhpYn2KiTHOw_yvwFoO4Q/s400/IMG_3877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278041279268470626" border="0" /></a><br />I'm sure she'll like it and if I have enough time I'm going to try to make matching gloves. My favorite part about this hat is that the round stripes become squares at the crown due to the decreases.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mA94kHh1AKjJI4VI_EmNijOc_9JI2HJPFSMqOvOWGXqrtnryVG7jp60mbTcp9YxqhdlXA2sbPRcdF7jmhL5Em-OtkYnVHhAlQ_HY2vdL8EeUaFkowrJvOJxreH6ftq8gsiwQFw/s1600-h/IMG_3876.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5mA94kHh1AKjJI4VI_EmNijOc_9JI2HJPFSMqOvOWGXqrtnryVG7jp60mbTcp9YxqhdlXA2sbPRcdF7jmhL5Em-OtkYnVHhAlQ_HY2vdL8EeUaFkowrJvOJxreH6ftq8gsiwQFw/s400/IMG_3876.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278041274878033954" border="0" /></a><br />My other recently finished knitting project is a new pair of felted slippers for me. Same pattern as <a href="http://osantowski.blogspot.com/2007/02/knitting-projects.html">last time</a> (<a href="http://www.ravelry.com/projects/mountainsheep/mohair-ballet-slippers">Mohair Ballet Slippers by Bev Galeskas</a>) but in new colors. I think I like my old ones better but nothing lasts forever so when I make my next pair I'll try to find something besides pepto bismol pink.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFZaXMg-ZeeCLPH4vwxY8meP3BuXsfsQ4XevttWbjr40NePAqX30rSlaMEuV36QB7pCPKij5Oete6hji-lxGdvb1qcEhTleSD_9g355q4HcyHfuXzfPfT8RYZ0viTcsCuJpmF_A/s1600-h/IMG_3880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifFZaXMg-ZeeCLPH4vwxY8meP3BuXsfsQ4XevttWbjr40NePAqX30rSlaMEuV36QB7pCPKij5Oete6hji-lxGdvb1qcEhTleSD_9g355q4HcyHfuXzfPfT8RYZ0viTcsCuJpmF_A/s400/IMG_3880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278041290529580514" border="0" /></a><br />And that's all on the knitting front that's finished for now. Up next: sewing/quilting update!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-2319151631446705022008-12-07T21:06:00.005-07:002008-12-07T21:13:15.288-07:00Hello, Santa!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2BRWOoMgirMUlKXxsR-XlGwEwuILUl_jk8R5hwI62NUg6tPU8liqcT5ahV9JqKBzhhKqy3sRocOdH5J0BYcNLwy8VPkc3UlE79zRsL26oCRC__Qs5NlcP-FqrHEdDaaR-JKfR9w/s1600-h/IMG_3871.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2BRWOoMgirMUlKXxsR-XlGwEwuILUl_jk8R5hwI62NUg6tPU8liqcT5ahV9JqKBzhhKqy3sRocOdH5J0BYcNLwy8VPkc3UlE79zRsL26oCRC__Qs5NlcP-FqrHEdDaaR-JKfR9w/s400/IMG_3871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277266759764133346" border="0" /></a><br />On Saturday night we went to have dinner at the local church with friends and see a special visitor. It really helped me get into the Christmas spirit and I love Emma seeing Santa. It's especially funny to watch her because she <span style="font-style: italic;">had </span>to go back and make sure Santa heard her saying, "Thank you!" Too cute.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNWYGDBDlH4zP9MmWB2iSH6SSKgHuw8JGbDgS6SLVIQqtlZzRNUD4oS8nJGW7XSaDhA2wlEusz_49BOq9EsX5ME5JqcqS4jnFIVtxadfjIjgHlJajCAYFPubo-xIiuIEdeM9vGw/s1600-h/IMG_3872.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyNWYGDBDlH4zP9MmWB2iSH6SSKgHuw8JGbDgS6SLVIQqtlZzRNUD4oS8nJGW7XSaDhA2wlEusz_49BOq9EsX5ME5JqcqS4jnFIVtxadfjIjgHlJajCAYFPubo-xIiuIEdeM9vGw/s400/IMG_3872.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277266769248192770" border="0" /></a><br />I don't think Emma asked Santa for anything. She was so excited about the bag of candy she'd just been given that it's all she could think about. Oh well, at least Santa knows for sure that she's been a good girl. I mean, come on, look at that face.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-2787102101100890742008-12-03T21:56:00.002-07:002008-12-03T21:59:48.385-07:00At Last!Today I got the official word that I have been accepted into the Air Force Medical Service Corps! Yay!!<br />I head to Commissioned Officer Training around January 12th and we will be hearing more about the details of where we'll be stationed when I'm done with training sometime this week (or next, or the week after...you know).Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-49324029313859909672008-12-01T13:09:00.002-07:002008-12-01T13:14:21.210-07:00Never let them see you sweatI am patient.<br /><br />There is no doubt that I will be going into the Air Force, it's just a question of time until I get my official notice and orders about when to be to training and where we go after that. My faith is solid and from that comes patience. Even though I was supposed to hear from them November 7th, no wait, 21st, then 24th... any day now. I will not swear with agitation. I will not check my e-mail 23,742 times per day. I will not carry my phone around like I'm waiting for an organ transplant.<br /><br />I will be cool, calm and collected. Never let them see you sweat, right?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-16778682611429457932008-11-11T09:47:00.002-07:002008-11-11T09:53:20.304-07:00UpdateAn update on Morgan's father: he is home early and doing well! Maybe the nurses got tired of him or maybe he was just really good. Either way, Rogerdad is now home again home again and resting. Thank you for your warm wishes and calls. :)<br /><br />Me? What am I doing? Well, I made Emma new pillowcase and I'm halfway through making her a new quilt with the <a href="http://www.fatquartershop.com/5_Funky_Monkeys_by_Erin_Michael_For_Moda_Fabrics_Funky_Monkeys_Quilting_Fabrics_Moda_Fabrics_Funky_Monkey_Fat_Quarter_Bundles.asp?Store_id=499&T=1">5 Funky Monkeys</a> fabric I brought home over a year ago and just found again over the weekend. Amazing things happen when you clean out your craft closet.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-72489233494319174322008-11-08T20:23:00.002-07:002008-11-08T20:54:15.776-07:00HiI finished a quilt and a shirt...but I can't show you pictures. Not because we don't have a camera anymore, our dear friends Ben & Erica gave us a beautiful new one as a sweet sweet gift, but because said camera is on a road trip. Morgan's father had a heart attack (a very mild one) and then open heart surgery (a very big one) so Morgan and Emma have gone to be with him. My heart and thoughts are with them all these past few days and I'm at loose ends with very little to occupy me.<br /><br />Hence, the shirt making. And then the shopping... I hate shopping. No wait, I love getting pretty happy new clothes and there's no such thing as too many clothes but when I bring them home and half of them don't fit I just want to shove them down the garbage disposal and never look at them again. Really, inanimate objects shouldn't be able to taunt me.<br /><br />Now it's time for hot cocoa and a movie because I have no idea what else to do with myself.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-72593505875002012542008-10-22T20:04:00.002-06:002008-10-22T20:06:31.753-06:00Brain LintI have this really unique sense of humor, ask anyone who knows me even in passing. This is one of my most favorite comic clips and it's been on my various refrigerators over the last 10 years because it's perfect. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xcoycwl1TWTNjxFHyQstRlCAW6548mYcyhctCt3RLAffZTvVx5FtFtIlWcNg6scj1_gUxJ9KqTDs2656IkY-YSGbLWcvENN0sQRJXawgKzY0t-AovaPCHsECzadUr1-d3CVl8A/s1600-h/brainlint.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0xcoycwl1TWTNjxFHyQstRlCAW6548mYcyhctCt3RLAffZTvVx5FtFtIlWcNg6scj1_gUxJ9KqTDs2656IkY-YSGbLWcvENN0sQRJXawgKzY0t-AovaPCHsECzadUr1-d3CVl8A/s400/brainlint.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260164832061487858" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-13243729937203442172008-10-17T22:54:00.002-06:002008-10-17T23:08:51.120-06:00My weekMy week so far has been interesting.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Monday: </span>Cancel training session at the gym. Messed up ankle has yet to heal and I am trying to avoid any unnecessary walking. Students gripe about me not canceling class on Wednesday because fall break is Thursday thru Saturday and they really want an extra day off. I call them all wimps and thumb my nose at them. Besides, if I have to attend a department meeting on Wednesday right before their class, they should have to be in the building, too. It always rolls down hill, doesn't it?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tuesday:</span> A friend comes over for some wee ones playtime and when I get up to answer the door I twist my ankle again. Shoot. I hear my husband tell friend that if I don't stop hurting myself he will put me in a wheelchair. Children play, friends chat, babies poop and Emma heads to her first swim lessons with her Daddy. They have a great time while I am teaching a night class.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wednesday: </span>I make it to an early doctor's appointment and have the nice, somewhat handsome young man (who knows nothing about Economics and makes silly remarks to me about the general state of the economy when he mistakes me for a stay-at-home mommy) tells me I have a partially torn ligament in my ankle. Every time I hurt it the clock for healing resets and I have 4 - 6 weeks of resting up to do...each time. Ugh.<br /><br />When I get home from work husband tells me we are not going camping because, frankly, I shouldn't be hiking and he really doesn't want the hassle. I breathe a secret sigh of relief. Next, dear husband surprises me with a plan for me to spend Saturday with a friend at a day spa with the money we would otherwise have spent on camping. Huzzah!!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thursday: </span>I sit. I finish quilt. The internets sucks me into extensive blog reading and I go to sleep very late (Friday morning).<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Friday: </span>More sitting. Merlot and steak were found for dinner along with an amazing frozen cake thing I am ashamed to say I had four servings of. On Monday my trainer is sooooo gonna have my butt.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tomorrow:</span> lather, rinse, repeat.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-67542348142597931622008-10-16T23:57:00.003-06:002008-10-17T00:03:23.474-06:00Go lookDo you ever read something and it totally takes you away from your own little world and into someone else's? I randomly found this blog today and the voice of this young man held me. Bed was calling me an hour and a half ago but I can't seem to stop reading.<br /><br /><a href="http://armyofdude.blogspot.com/">Go see for yourself.</a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-36836505785538085022008-10-07T09:43:00.003-06:002008-10-07T09:55:56.100-06:00Red Red HatTwo knitting projects in two days!<br /><br />Don't be fooled, I'm not knitting at the speed of light but I am finally finishing up projects that have been languishing for months.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKyRG5c29gCX8JlJdxPix6dxfwHJsD23U0_Gx6kdnLd_ZJ83Eu-qro2zgbKnQfSij_KyrJ3i5eEtnWRgEsiNFMWW0vB2xxTfNmZFL19Vs5gbYWRvv7uh3GuuNzkzVAtToDVZCkA/s1600-h/1006081249b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMKyRG5c29gCX8JlJdxPix6dxfwHJsD23U0_Gx6kdnLd_ZJ83Eu-qro2zgbKnQfSij_KyrJ3i5eEtnWRgEsiNFMWW0vB2xxTfNmZFL19Vs5gbYWRvv7uh3GuuNzkzVAtToDVZCkA/s400/1006081249b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440571007919650" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pattern:</span> <a href="http://ysolda.com/wordpress/patterns/">Urchin by Ysolda Teague</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yarn:</span> Fiamma by di.Ve<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Modifications:</span> I knit the large size and only did 6 repeats of the wedges instead of 7 repeats. Also, because I was being lazy, I used a three needle bindoff to finish the job. I hate grafting.<br /><br />I love this yarn but it's been hating me for almost two years now. All my other attempts to knit it into <span style="font-style: italic;">something</span> have failed terribly but because of the colors I couldn't give up. This pattern finally let me put this lovely wool into something wearable and I'm thrilled! My husband hates hats and even he was impressed with how good it looks. That has to be a good sign.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_PMoNnIxiGgSbxHHBK1c5xSaTrVz6AGKtbpUmYnPSmwFtVYw352BoyFCbhgUIZjDwIKSw-Q40YEsVVByGfSfj9fnYzeEKmvX9MOH19dqOOU17DnPSm9H8XPNYudmDvs54uxQNw/s1600-h/1006081249c.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0_PMoNnIxiGgSbxHHBK1c5xSaTrVz6AGKtbpUmYnPSmwFtVYw352BoyFCbhgUIZjDwIKSw-Q40YEsVVByGfSfj9fnYzeEKmvX9MOH19dqOOU17DnPSm9H8XPNYudmDvs54uxQNw/s400/1006081249c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254440573893688114" border="0" /></a><br />Now, let's see what I finish up next. Should it be socks for me or Emma's sweater?Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-85133712964437802302008-09-29T10:37:00.006-06:002008-10-06T10:59:35.137-06:00Socks for CathymomMy camera is still out of commission, but I discovered what an awesome camera phone I have! Allow me to present...socks! (Can you tell I'm excited to be able to post pictures?)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsGC7t8IT3iFPx4xV0WgAnIDUP1LWTvfYgRm_lArHvfJI_rv-2TmbUbGPvuEWp9SP14hrB6tWnw1c_hyFI_fbEE2B_KVFUC6LHCT84J6d8pxQJLDwcKa4wX7KvFgJV2aYUxDKmw/s1600-h/0910081120a.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHsGC7t8IT3iFPx4xV0WgAnIDUP1LWTvfYgRm_lArHvfJI_rv-2TmbUbGPvuEWp9SP14hrB6tWnw1c_hyFI_fbEE2B_KVFUC6LHCT84J6d8pxQJLDwcKa4wX7KvFgJV2aYUxDKmw/s400/0910081120a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251484071052694242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pattern:</span> <a href="http://kathleen-dakotadreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/freebie-friday-niblet-socks.html">Niblet Socks by Kathleen Taylor</a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Yarn:</span> Cascade 220 and Galway Highland Heather<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOssLTlRMmS5_jM3IBYHq-tJme8hQ-Ff-_aJ2bJAPSUj_euyHlGB0lRD3jAbjNRbGLXy7TwSD15YZGmKNbzREFYTHVuQSSbHmmPQAbSHo5gid0aobwh8FTrefIHTlrNKHNCUNdyg/s1600-h/0910081120b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOssLTlRMmS5_jM3IBYHq-tJme8hQ-Ff-_aJ2bJAPSUj_euyHlGB0lRD3jAbjNRbGLXy7TwSD15YZGmKNbzREFYTHVuQSSbHmmPQAbSHo5gid0aobwh8FTrefIHTlrNKHNCUNdyg/s400/0910081120b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251484081854076882" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="notes markdown"> <p><span style="font-weight: bold;">Modifications:</span> My mother-in-law has wide feel that swell often so I needed to make these socks bigger. I started by casting on 60 stitches instead of 45 and when I did the heel I picked up an extra loop on the far side of the slipped stitch and k2tog to eliminate the holes I was getting with the psso. Much prettier.</p> <p>To add some fun to the top (and use up some pretty scraps) I added some variegated yarn for the cuff and a few stripes. It's the same yarn I used for my father-in-law's slippers' cuffs so now they have matching feet!<br /></p> <p>I ran out of yarn on the second toe but picked up some Galway Highland Heather that color matched with the Cascade like nobody’s business.<br /></p> </div>These socks were received with enthusiasm and I have one sock of a pair for myself done. Mine will be red instead of brown and as the nights get chillier I am looking forward to wool socks for me, too.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-63915995901777613382008-09-21T20:00:00.004-06:002008-09-21T20:40:44.164-06:00Happy Anniversary!Since I was so peeved when I last posted I neglected to mention anniversaries.<br /><br />Last post was my 200th (can't believe it's been that long and that I actually have had readers for 3 years) and last Thursday was our 4th wedding anniversary (can't believe we've been kissing and loving for 7 whole years now). How time flies. I realized that next month I turn 27...which means 30 is just around the corner. Just yesterday I was patting myself on the back for being such a well-accomplished 26 year old and as of next month I'll be creeping up on 30. Wow.<br /><br />To commemorate the occasion here are my top three favorite moments from the last 4 years of my life:<br /><br />(I was totally going to do a David-Letterman-style top 10 but when I got writing I realized it would be a veeerrry long top 10.)<br /><br />3. Walking out of the conference room after presenting my research project to my committee to finish my Masters. I worked through some of the hardest times of my life (the deaths of my friend, cousin and sister, the estrangement of my mother and a hard fight to find balance in my relationship with Morgan) and managed to come back to UW to finish grad school. I will always be proud of myself for accomplishing that feat...and I grew a baby at the same time. Go me!<br /><br />2. The minutes after giving birth to Emma. It was such an amazing moment to have her in our arms that I cried from relief and Morgan squeezed out a few tears, too. Labor was finished! Nine months of waiting to see our new baby had passed and there she was, healthy and real. (Also, the epidural was still working so the pain from giving birth hadn't set in yet.)<br /><br />1. Our wedding was a happy day but it's almost a blur. The greatest moments were not those in front of friends & family in that church but the quiet times to follow, those times when we have truly inhabited a life together have been my favorite. They were mornings on the porch in the sun with coffee, others have been playing with Emma, and the best tend to be quiet nights that we sit and talk for 3 hours. It's not one special moment, but the accumulation of years of love that have come in precious pieces.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-85979291464684930522008-09-20T08:41:00.004-06:002008-09-20T09:06:48.042-06:00PoliticsI tend to stay away from political issues since this is a sugary-sweet type of blog that deals with nothing heavier than cotton vs poly-blends, but <a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/19/opinion/19clinton.html?em">I just read an article and now I'm outraged</a>!<br /><br />I'm a Democrat and that's no huge secret but this latest bill from the Bush administration has left me seething. The cover issue is that this bill will allow medical providers room to follow their conscience but it will come at a cost. And surprise, surprise - women will be the ones who pay the price. This bill will allow any medical worker in a facility that receives federal funds - receptionists, volunteers, nurses and doctors - to decline to assist in any services they find objectionable. On the surface that seems fine, but let's think about how this will work in practice.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario 1:</span> Doctor or pharmacist decides that birth control is a form of abortion and simply refuses to inform the female patient of options available to her - or the pharmacist refuses to fill her prescription. Who are they to determine who should and should not be allowed to have access to family planning? They are not the ones who will be raising my children that I will have without birth control and not the ones who will shoulder this responsibility. Why should they be allowed to make this choice for me? Who are they to prevent me from having access to health care?<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario 2:</span> Receptionist decides that he/she objects to homosexuality and refuses to book an appointment for a man seeking an AIDs test.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Scenario 3:</span> Nurse refuses to administer emergency contraception to a rape victim in the ER.<br /><br />You can see where I'm going with this. I firmly believe that individuals should have the right to make decisions that follow their own beliefs but what about when that decision is paid for by someone else?<br /><br />What happens when your rights infringe on mine?<br /><br />Are my doctors beliefs more important than mine? <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />Should my freedom of access to health care be optional?</span><br /><br />Thank you for reading.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-78213940893384771152008-08-29T17:08:00.003-06:002008-08-29T17:17:20.438-06:0010 minute postI am blogging from my office, what a bad girl I am. I have about 10 minutes before I need to head downstairs so I thought I would update the blog a little.<br /><br />1. I am finally in my new office, having moved around many heavy pieces of furniture all by myself thanyouverymuch. This great feeling of calm has settled over me (stop that laughing, Suzanne) and I think it's because I've decided to stop freaking out about whether or not I get into the AF, I am simply going to act "as if". So much in life can be accomplished with just a little bit of backbone. My current peaceful feeling may also be attributed to the semester having started and my office now being in an orderly fashion. I am such an organizer freak (not that my house reflects it, that's communal space and under a different category in my world) that I need to have ends tied up before I can breathe normally.<br /><br />2. I am/was training to run a 5K on September 6th. I say was because on Tuesday I ran 2.3 miles and yesterday I stubbed my pinkie toe and ripped it open pretty badly so shoes mean bleeding foot right now. No doubt I look silly going to teach my class tonight in a dress and flip flops, but nothing else I had to wear on my feet would keep the pressure off my gash in my foot. Depending on how quickly my toe heals up I may or may not make that 5K next week.<br /><br />3. I really need a new digital camera. This blogging thing is getting boring without pretty pictures of all the fun things I've been making lately. *sigh*<br /><br />...and that's all the time I have for now, folks!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-51702616575861565192008-08-16T09:53:00.004-06:002008-08-16T10:19:10.920-06:00Quiet MomentsI often am torn between writing a blow by blow chronological account of my life and writing where I am at the moment. If I'm not really in context, will any of this even make sense? Here goes anyway.<br /><br />An experience that stood out to me this week:<br /><br />Getting onto a plane, I had a moment when I brushed against how deep and precious life is. It was nothing huge that triggered it, I was just watching all of the passengers ahead of me step through the threshold of the aircraft. We are all being packed into this small vessel and the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">accumulation</span> of all those lives peeked at me. A wedding ring, two friends talking, a favorite book in hand. Our plane could fall from the sky, a metal capsule brimming full of people who have loves, children, ideas, words, aspirations, strength, songs and years of life behind them. What an aching loss it would be to the world to have even a relatively small slice of people disappear. Life is always from a first person point of view, but for just a second there I saw it from many points of view. How precious and amazing we all are.<br /><br />Now go listen to <a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&friendid=387996390">this song</a>. Achingly beautiful.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-53493678368091435802008-07-29T18:41:00.003-06:002008-07-29T18:53:31.464-06:00CandyWhile the child is away, the parents will play. Emma went to visit her Auntie and cousins last Friday and since then Morgan and I have been running amuck, staying up way past bedtime, sleeping in, going to movies, going out for coffee, enjoying long morning bike rides and trips to antique stores. Today we made a pretty cool find; a local candy factory!<br /><br />We were out for a long bike ride this morning and ended up riding right past the <a href="http://www.startupcandy.com/">Startup Candy Company</a>. They were closed then so we went back a few hours later and discovered this cool candy that only they make (because one of the earlier Startup men invented it around 1900) called <a href="http://www.startupcandy.com/candy.html">Magnolias</a>. They're little candies that taste like flowers!! I am soooo buying some of these for Grandma's birthday. :) They mostly focus on doing wholesale and internet sales these days and their tiny shop front is only open from 12 - 2 Monday through Thursday. If you're in the area or feeling adventurous I highly recommend trying these candies. Enjoy!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-73582494877200635422008-07-27T17:48:00.003-06:002008-07-27T17:50:58.158-06:00Word ArtCute! Word art from <a href="http://wordle.net/">Wordle</a> generated from this blog. :) Click on the picture to make it bigger.<br /><br /><pre id="embed"><a href="http://wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/92113/Emma" title="Wordle: Emma"><img src="http://wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/92113/Emma" style="border: 1px solid rgb(221, 221, 221); padding: 4px;" /></a></pre>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-82420504662979428762008-07-21T14:37:00.002-06:002008-07-21T14:43:07.855-06:00Peace TimeDid you all hear that?<br /><br />It was this massive sight of relief in our household. We caved and gave Emma back her pacifiers and since then she's been napping, sleeping and even eating. Who knew? And we figured out what's up with Miss Fussy Pants. Yesterday I discovered that she has a molar breaking through. Also, after a meeting of the Joint Chiefs of Household we think her "try and make me" attitude has a lot to do with her adjusting to life with Dad home all the time. Mom she knows to a tea and knows just how far she can push me, but Mom+Dad and Dad Alone are whole different animals.<br /><br />Bottong line: we think she's testing the waters and with a new molar coming in and a lack of sleep she was having a riot in the house. Thankfully, peace has been restored and we are all much more well rested and happy. :)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-59928928691016648782008-07-16T21:35:00.002-06:002008-07-16T21:43:50.665-06:00Seriously.I have no idea how to gauge my sleep deprivation at this point. It's been a rough week and Emma is really starting to try on her "You can't make me" and "I'm going to throw a screaming fit every time I don't get what I want" shoes. Holey moley. Oh, and she's not sleeping well and refuses to nap.<br /><br />I met with my Air Force recruiter on Monday and it was our first face-to-face meeting. She must have thought I was the strangest person she'd seen in a while because I was operating on five hours of sleep and two cups of coffee. Bad combination. In an attempt to compensate for the lack of sleep I went to bed that night at 7:30 with Emma...only to have her throw a screaming fit around midnight so I wound up fully awake in the dead of the night. Boy, a girl can do a lot of filing and paperwork between midnight and 3:00 AM.<br /><br />Emma's going to go visit her Auntie and cousins for a week pretty soon here and I'm wondering if it would be possible to let my sister-in-law keep Emma longer...like until she starts kindergarten. Because we need the sleep around here and this has to end. Seriously.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-68303854208226413452008-07-11T08:19:00.003-06:002008-12-10T00:33:35.752-07:00YesterdayTwo great things about yesterday:<br /><br />1. As we held hands at the dinner table and talked about what we are grateful for, Emma took her turn first and said," I'm grateful for Emma, family," took a short pause, looked me in the eye and said, "and I'm grateful for Mommy who is my friend." I kid you not. Those were her exact words. I had to get up from the table and wipe my eyes.<br /><br />Her vocabulary is moving at warp speed this week but I was shocked by how well she put that sentence together. The other amazing thing is that these are concepts she came up with on her own. Morgan and I say we are grateful for each person but we don't say family in the general sense. We were both floored and talked about it more last night in the dark before sleeping. Those are some of the best conversations of my day.<br /><br />2. I went to a baby shower for a neighbor who is due with a little girl in a few weeks. The night before I made this nursing pillow for her.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQRt9ZNis7quGOWE1eeMB1RiDUJ8-JzsYKbscMobfUvD-H0TvBb6A6O9aU7qClLd67USocISvS3MCcF05ZmNWYL3wOjSYulGLOXjS2tqpPhdwz1rL9uyUaNdzoQwqa8zMfIaGug/s1600-h/IMG_3711.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbQRt9ZNis7quGOWE1eeMB1RiDUJ8-JzsYKbscMobfUvD-H0TvBb6A6O9aU7qClLd67USocISvS3MCcF05ZmNWYL3wOjSYulGLOXjS2tqpPhdwz1rL9uyUaNdzoQwqa8zMfIaGug/s400/IMG_3711.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221765038526473330" border="0" /></a><br />The pattern I had in my stash was actually for a pillow cover but I improvised a bit and made the pillow itself. My mother-in-law mentioned a cool trick that I used and it was totally worth it. I lined the two pieces with quilt batting to keep the pillow smooth and I basted the batting down so it would stay in place when I stuffed the pillow. It was a very well recieved gift and I feel pretty good about it.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-48320572674883384682008-07-10T17:18:00.003-06:002008-12-10T00:33:37.173-07:00Wild Adventure!Last week we went <span style="font-style: italic;">Into the Wild</span>! Well, a bit of wild anyway. We decided (Morgan and I) that the three bears needed to get out and about so we bought a very ugly but cheap camper and headed out. First stop, Northern Utah, close to Bear Lake.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGGxRHWcDq9Z9BKBmmbkdKGOOzYRb9NAs-f2HdKA8u0dQWrvhfkQQT34Pl7ikCFMWYC0bPeOkHz4WXqj8GyqlthQRqq0MUU8XDv6sP3yVOXCCVsIiGUzOa-T3pt5O-VMZV6YWgw/s1600-h/IMG_3674.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimGGxRHWcDq9Z9BKBmmbkdKGOOzYRb9NAs-f2HdKA8u0dQWrvhfkQQT34Pl7ikCFMWYC0bPeOkHz4WXqj8GyqlthQRqq0MUU8XDv6sP3yVOXCCVsIiGUzOa-T3pt5O-VMZV6YWgw/s400/IMG_3674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550792902718978" border="0" /></a><br />We found an awesome campground next to a stream and Emma had a blast. The next morning we went on a gorgeous hike and I was amazed by all of the beautiful wildflowers in bloom.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq23plQ73optnp2BwC3vLfqowROwfCe64a_AZT1Pb2-YUOm5NhfwfVCWlR3WQhHVZ9hgrCs4cbu1_pUUdlcYyGpEm0J-uynbDUOI2qxz4fWwh8lXMmRdIcgQJDJTVN9-euP1jyLg/s1600-h/IMG_3679.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq23plQ73optnp2BwC3vLfqowROwfCe64a_AZT1Pb2-YUOm5NhfwfVCWlR3WQhHVZ9hgrCs4cbu1_pUUdlcYyGpEm0J-uynbDUOI2qxz4fWwh8lXMmRdIcgQJDJTVN9-euP1jyLg/s400/IMG_3679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550793294316930" border="0" /></a><br />On the hike back we saw a deer, lots of butterflies and Emma met a horse. Pretty cool stuff.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKp8mpEFFBfD7_tjlyW2roesWkgcKe-M-ohY_IDbGvGGD7_bYfyvDpyzfEfWsgeG5rRyH7TFBt_1rbo_kuqivtNvRBP8rBcKf5F6PAgu-8XkXeRBwZAp8Cx-iKhyphenhyphenvrCGOA5YW-Lg/s1600-h/IMG_3695.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKp8mpEFFBfD7_tjlyW2roesWkgcKe-M-ohY_IDbGvGGD7_bYfyvDpyzfEfWsgeG5rRyH7TFBt_1rbo_kuqivtNvRBP8rBcKf5F6PAgu-8XkXeRBwZAp8Cx-iKhyphenhyphenvrCGOA5YW-Lg/s400/IMG_3695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550791040808850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRai_Ws6uYjTb0aqRmJkOyv-k9l7fgLBZfzKtPKbQDMXvPwFbOlFot698ba0I7o-GLaq-0ZdsGXzX2J_3KGJWTfaJBTFGpkNveuPXkX242Ag97MeAyYYyODDlrlF6aibadpRULDg/s1600-h/IMG_3691.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRai_Ws6uYjTb0aqRmJkOyv-k9l7fgLBZfzKtPKbQDMXvPwFbOlFot698ba0I7o-GLaq-0ZdsGXzX2J_3KGJWTfaJBTFGpkNveuPXkX242Ag97MeAyYYyODDlrlF6aibadpRULDg/s400/IMG_3691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550799854642978" border="0" /></a><br />Next it was on to Bear Lake and then Jackson Lake in Grand Teton National Park. Like the picture of the Tetons?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Y3WP0I-_yfokPcI_I3VLww8_dvag34gNUU55p6pB38MRtgAbUfFB4l3s9dJsIavrvgvKIEMPaRa3UH1jxJSFfLlMLeaPh5bYtXEovXVWgf0FBlhizTnbelFsJ8YGrYIyH6bV_A/s1600-h/IMG_3701.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8Y3WP0I-_yfokPcI_I3VLww8_dvag34gNUU55p6pB38MRtgAbUfFB4l3s9dJsIavrvgvKIEMPaRa3UH1jxJSFfLlMLeaPh5bYtXEovXVWgf0FBlhizTnbelFsJ8YGrYIyH6bV_A/s400/IMG_3701.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221550803891662082" border="0" /></a><br />We took it from our canoe...shortly before it capsized. Yep, the water got choppy as we headed back to the marina and the wind combined with a wake from a too close boat tipped us over. The amazing thing is that the digital camera and cell phone both survived the swim after drying out for a few days. Totally crazy! The down side is that with the camera out of commission for the next several days we have no pictures of our trip to Yellowstone. :(<br /><br />Hope your 4th was great, too!Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-10234990608901219962008-06-29T14:03:00.003-06:002008-12-10T00:33:37.269-07:00Slam dunkMe? How am I? Well, it just so happens that I ROCK! Thank you for asking.<br /><br />I took the GRE yesterday as part of my application to the Air Force and let me tell you, I feel awesome. Five years ago I took the test and got a 1200 on it. Not exactly Einstein but not too shabby either. Good enough to get me into grad school and help me secure a stipend. Yesterday I managed to better that score by 30 points. Go me! When I got home later that night I did a happy dance.<br /><br />What did I do to study for the GRE? A few hours with a book during the week before helped me brush up a bit. The night before and the morning of the test I made this:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYulm6IfJONuQvxO2Lf8QQppk0V2SYN_rNA1K2ALxQH-k-aDKL-lTaL_GWFkOyQlm0JbvZFn-FW_0lmzosU1Fpp2sb_oDn22tQa6t1hwP5ezhQeAJ52r6iEkW1qO4m8zGXkuFtA/s1600-h/IMG_3658.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYulm6IfJONuQvxO2Lf8QQppk0V2SYN_rNA1K2ALxQH-k-aDKL-lTaL_GWFkOyQlm0JbvZFn-FW_0lmzosU1Fpp2sb_oDn22tQa6t1hwP5ezhQeAJ52r6iEkW1qO4m8zGXkuFtA/s400/IMG_3658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217398493057696114" border="0" /></a><br />The Cotton Shop was having a Shop Hop sale so I went a little wild with the $.88 fat quarters. This is my second Turning Twenty quilt and I love how fun and simple they are. Now all I have to do is sew it up. :) Have a happy weekend.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-63437971219625744232008-06-27T23:10:00.002-06:002008-06-27T23:34:57.559-06:00Past the first checkpointGreat news! I passed my Medical Exam that I took yesterday for part of my application to the Air Force. Yaaayyyy!!!<br /><br />Strangely enough, I think I was more nervous about that part of my application than any other part. The GRE looms ahead, scheduled for tomorrow afternoon, so there's plenty left to do and lots and lots of paperwork ahead. I feel like this is the right thing for us to be moving towards and it's interesting how when your feet are on the right path, the steps seem to come smoothly. Not that everything is suddenly easy, but there is a rectitude in your actions.<br /><br />I would love to sit and ponder at this keyboard for a while but it's getting late. Perhaps more later this weekend. For now, it's off to get a good night's sleep before I go crack the GRE like an egg. Grrrr!! :)Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19070651.post-17231924630265930162008-06-21T18:33:00.004-06:002008-12-10T00:33:38.011-07:00In the news this week...In our world:<br /><br />*My boss called and offered me 3 more classes to teach this fall on top of the 2 I already have. Not only that, he offered me a one semester contract as a lecturer. Let me translate all that: more work and a <span style="font-style: italic;">whole lot </span>more money! Yippie!! In about 4 months I will make what Morgan pulled in over 6 months. This is great news because his back is recovering but we're coming to realize he may never be the same again and his wrenching days are probably over.<br /><br />*The pacifiers will soon sleep with the fishes. Daddy and I pulled a fast one with the scissors and now they no longer provide much sucking pleasure for Emma. Our hope is that she will ix-nay them very quickly now that they're "broken". We keep telling her she's a big girl now and big girls don't use pacis.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwu6yi4gS_fH1w4UJGjmpx7RZfeD1gOXid_7yN8YuC25VDYu07iONVz6adcq7Blc42ej8UsnYKXOju4_OwrS3XYmeSj1DDqfQcJE6NB7jFkqBLS2ffQbgYgpvdvdept1MdtVt6A/s1600-h/IMG_3628.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXwu6yi4gS_fH1w4UJGjmpx7RZfeD1gOXid_7yN8YuC25VDYu07iONVz6adcq7Blc42ej8UsnYKXOju4_OwrS3XYmeSj1DDqfQcJE6NB7jFkqBLS2ffQbgYgpvdvdept1MdtVt6A/s400/IMG_3628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214499193249364450" border="0" /></a><br />Emma's big girl room is now done and covered in faeries. Too cute. We spent a few days painting and one late night stenciling faeries. She loves them!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAnwGlMnyuSJJCujIczrFjocmqz9paYGHsJlwt3iQrSeu1VL988I3U2OBVGq6fKBZi-bHiWne4G8tMsFLKgdcBPzuPjZcbyaZsKNKFRwmzb-4wOMj0kz2Amu7dbREpr2mDJ-ThQ/s1600-h/IMG_3630.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcAnwGlMnyuSJJCujIczrFjocmqz9paYGHsJlwt3iQrSeu1VL988I3U2OBVGq6fKBZi-bHiWne4G8tMsFLKgdcBPzuPjZcbyaZsKNKFRwmzb-4wOMj0kz2Amu7dbREpr2mDJ-ThQ/s400/IMG_3630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214499197539495858" border="0" /></a><br />*We just bought new swimsuits today (no pictures, very sorry...ha ha) so next week it's water park here we come!<br /><br />Enjoy your weekend.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16939478966215087767noreply@blogger.com1