tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32244431496860173182024-03-05T00:25:44.037-08:00Living Life Davis StyleLesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-52539970059289657662010-09-20T07:15:00.001-07:002010-09-20T07:15:43.546-07:00The Key to My Success.<div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">I made it!!!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcD2OvWpxE_RaUS3a0VDWFyyo8_cC0aEx8h4m657tF2Zu5MMFVuEEvka7eP588POjT-8XrQLOxZ-errAJIol5eBt_lpgf358Gy2EWueCz_XlDmcZuZqB67EmPkZRi7n-Cms2MkTs9f2o/s1600/100_9964.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFcD2OvWpxE_RaUS3a0VDWFyyo8_cC0aEx8h4m657tF2Zu5MMFVuEEvka7eP588POjT-8XrQLOxZ-errAJIol5eBt_lpgf358Gy2EWueCz_XlDmcZuZqB67EmPkZRi7n-Cms2MkTs9f2o/s400/100_9964.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517879190924632002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Key to My Success Award. I am now a free WW lifetime member!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeSVgY6eWDrBkyTg-YLw2MGH-VQg_Yv6i3T_NM6Vi6dVcIaemdyp6GKA9WUhg31oeWk09XH49Xpeczval1kCxh824zreNm5q2VEdRd7Fq9ve2jctDbzzA-tEFoFOiT5HGlPP7WRsSPt4/s1600/100_9948.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieeSVgY6eWDrBkyTg-YLw2MGH-VQg_Yv6i3T_NM6Vi6dVcIaemdyp6GKA9WUhg31oeWk09XH49Xpeczval1kCxh824zreNm5q2VEdRd7Fq9ve2jctDbzzA-tEFoFOiT5HGlPP7WRsSPt4/s400/100_9948.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517879016668047314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My WW leader Kris at the meeting</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpLBusrNvSjodHMp4PqajhDjnAZkTZ_ozNsjMtYZGeXFE0vUHqt2yXQ-egL9xRJI_j5tJNT8aIOLOTeeU7EMlMiTaD1DZ7MwZCVgyayEZO7XZ8D3oCLIOJjJNCTOfRwacnU0lS8a0sqg/s1600/100_9960.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpLBusrNvSjodHMp4PqajhDjnAZkTZ_ozNsjMtYZGeXFE0vUHqt2yXQ-egL9xRJI_j5tJNT8aIOLOTeeU7EMlMiTaD1DZ7MwZCVgyayEZO7XZ8D3oCLIOJjJNCTOfRwacnU0lS8a0sqg/s400/100_9960.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517878913985482338" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My number 1 supporter!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Q25HqZriJCm_EgILX-9VUS6qXWQ8CuAlN_SMWn0mwkFUXakJJU4Yv6F73YqcZ_7uHAJGmmaU4kUboyaRS-1mJxFDSSjNXvFKdW3tzUEfM1wVz4E8TefK9Gtq_xx8xC7qOCGRGkgtn8c/s1600/100_9957.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Q25HqZriJCm_EgILX-9VUS6qXWQ8CuAlN_SMWn0mwkFUXakJJU4Yv6F73YqcZ_7uHAJGmmaU4kUboyaRS-1mJxFDSSjNXvFKdW3tzUEfM1wVz4E8TefK9Gtq_xx8xC7qOCGRGkgtn8c/s400/100_9957.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517878785383802690" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >Just a handful of my supporting friends & family that came to see me get my award.</span><br /></div><br />This was a GREAT night for me. I have been waiting for this day for a long time. I lost 2.6 pounds this week and plan on continuing til I reach the low end of the BMI chart. So 6 more, then I will STOP. My total loss at the time of my lifetime award is 64.8. I still can't believe this is ME. I know I have a lot of adjustments to do mentally now but I can do that too.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >WW IS the program for me!!!</span><br /></div><br />I know I could not have done this without a supportive family and such awesome friends. I spoke highly of my blog followers at the meeting after I was presented the charm. I told the class that "if they haven't already and have the time, they need to start a blog and get all the support you can. Cause without that it would not have been as easy to get to this point." So <span style="font-weight: bold;">THANK YOU ALL!</span><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Life is GREAT, JUST KEEP SWIMMING!!!</span></span><br /><br /><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmyUkm2qlhA?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CmyUkm2qlhA?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="440" height="285"></embed></object><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" >Small steps make BIG results!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Never GIVE UP!!!</span></span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/154/4FA4EF03F46207BF5EEC390383288F74.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-32988917305627154662010-08-04T07:00:00.000-07:002010-08-04T07:13:41.756-07:00MarriageThis is a great story!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She requested that every day for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I told Jane about my wife's divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.-- At least, in the eyes of our son--- I'm a loving husband....</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">If you do, you just might save a marriage.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A CHRIST-CENTERED MARRIAGE IS A MARRIAGE THAT IS SURE TO LAST A LIFETIME.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">So then, they are no longer two but one flesh. Therefore what God has joined together, let not man separate. Matthew 19:6</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/154/4FA4EF03F46207BF5EEC390383288F74.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent;" /></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-43464864684161668322010-05-17T09:02:00.001-07:002010-05-17T09:23:19.744-07:00Postive thinking...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTU4nzRdoXslQtWk6rgEti0U-uo4POaqnLckMhv-_1wTWVg6Ulyhoj6lCTiXoPkx4YNB3oUMO93PzP3UPD-cogy2syxVrY8O0is0C1oM-Bz9_Vc8oiVSC021sKZG2974y3vc-KCmM67H2O/s1600/P1010915.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTU4nzRdoXslQtWk6rgEti0U-uo4POaqnLckMhv-_1wTWVg6Ulyhoj6lCTiXoPkx4YNB3oUMO93PzP3UPD-cogy2syxVrY8O0is0C1oM-Bz9_Vc8oiVSC021sKZG2974y3vc-KCmM67H2O/s400/P1010915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472270227691335122" border="0" /></a><br />The sun is finally out. Went out for a few minutes and sat on my swing in the front yard. It is amazing what the sun can do for your mental state of mind.<br /><br />I haven't been putting the time in my family blog since I started my WW blog. Sorry. So I thought I would at least do a short entry today.<br /><br />Been having such a hard time excepting the fact that I am not able to do anything because of my stupid foot. I can't even go tanning. I tried to get a refund on my pass that I spent $50.00 on and they said "NO sorry but you used it more than once and you got your money's worth." Yeah right it was unlimited and HOW do they know I got my money's worth? They just lost a customer. Oh well. So this should be interesting on how I am going to get an even tan. Guess I wont be going to the pool this summer. I just hope I can get better before my vacation plans and the concerts I have planned for this summer.<br /><br />After working so hard to look better and now this! Oh well that's the story of my life... Should not come to me as a BIG surprise. Chin up and stay focused on the positive is what I keep hearing. What a easy thing to say when it's not YOU living the disappointments.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/154/4FA4EF03F46207BF5EEC390383288F74.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-81822121681293919032010-05-10T08:57:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:46:41.897-07:00Wants some WINE with that cheese?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldhL7UzyTwf6T5l0YYXeWEpgF6c-T1leDsm5imWhc84Bw1Xvudy9YAtQqd2RpIDXfuVVYp1g707GNXQemPH9fvXNyYD9v5NYPOd1K7WlDxNA4naHRex79j1fart6GiL8aRy8qhqLliW3I/s1600/2537175153_94cfaa0957_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjldhL7UzyTwf6T5l0YYXeWEpgF6c-T1leDsm5imWhc84Bw1Xvudy9YAtQqd2RpIDXfuVVYp1g707GNXQemPH9fvXNyYD9v5NYPOd1K7WlDxNA4naHRex79j1fart6GiL8aRy8qhqLliW3I/s400/2537175153_94cfaa0957_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469683675298319906" border="0" /></a>Made it through another Mothers Day. My family is so awesome. Clay got my new 2 wheel bike. It's a Street Cruiser made by Schwinn (it's even<span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> RED</span> who knew!) and Kayla got me the cutest card along with Sugarland's CD. I love my bike but the fact I can't ride it, because of my foot, stinks! <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Whining!<br /><br /></span></span><br />Having my foot injured is really jamming my life up. I can't even go shopping cause I can't drive. Clay's birthday is coming up and <span style="font-weight: bold;">NO</span> present yet. I missed my dear friends birthday too. I know they understand but it still doesn't make me any happier. <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Whining!</span></span><br /><br /><br />I can't exercise which is a real bummer too. I was doing so good. I hope that after I heal, I won't have to start all over with my progress. My weight loss is at a stand still which is making me mad. I have way too many things that I need to do and having this injuring is a <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">"royal pain in my butt"</span>. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Whining!<br /><br /></span></span><br />I know I am being a big baby about this foot thing. But when I was in the wheel chair because of my MS, at least I wasn't in this much pain. Being in the chair isn't the worst thing; its the fact I can't hop out of it to walk a couple of steps. <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Whining! </span></span><br /><br /><br />I know this too will pass. But in the mean time I am going to try not to whine so much. It could be worse right? I should be counting my blessings not focusing on the bad. Oh well that's just how I deal with things. I am a WORK IN PROGRESS.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/154/4FA4EF03F46207BF5EEC390383288F74.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-47427807383683965042010-05-09T07:32:00.000-07:002010-05-09T11:31:03.853-07:00Bah Hum Bug!Yes today is Mother's Day. So big deal. I HATE Mother's Day and everything it stands for. Who really is that PERFECT MOTHER? I don't need to be reminded that I failed on so many levels as that facade of the "Perfect Mother". Don't get me wrong I love being a mother/grand mother and having a mother, just not the celebration of being one!<br /><br />See I really hate the fact that it is like we are promoting the idea of this "PREFECT" mother. The June Cleavers, Betty Crockers, Mary Poppins of the world, etc... (You get the idea). When in reality there is a very very small number of women who actually fit the mold.<br /><br />It really makes me sick to my stomach to listen to ALL the "wonderful" things that these so called PERFECT MOTHERS have done. And how "wonderful" their kids have turned out. <span style="font-style: italic;"> "Well good for you is what I want to say to them." </span><br /><br />And what about the fact that they would DO IT all over again. Are you kidding me! I wouldn't do it unless I could do it better the second time around. Like the saying goes "If I knew THEN what I know NOW". But that ain't going happen!<br /><br />The overwhelming guilt to be THAT "mother" is what I hate the most. Why is it that on Father's Day you don't see guilt riddin' father's? Is it cause men don't get the guilt feelings like women do? Cause it surely isn't the fact that they have the whole "PERFECT FATHER" thing down.<br /><br />And don't even get me started with all the MONEY that is centered around this holiday. Why does it take a holiday to be recognized on trying to be the best you know how? Whether it is a mother/father (Mother's Day/Father's Day) or a spouse (Valentine's Day).<br /><br />So now that I got that off my chest. Happy Mother's Day to all the women out there that aren't PERFECT!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/154/4FA4EF03F46207BF5EEC390383288F74.png" style="border: 0pt none ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-origin: padding; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous;" /></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-81246121552489572372010-04-30T14:41:00.000-07:002010-05-01T06:06:45.191-07:00My new challengeMy foot/heel is a royal pain. Icing it seems to help but in order not to be stuck sitting with my foot up in the air, I wrap it. I start my Physical Therapy Monday morning. I am not a morning person but my dad will be here for a week<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrS0hSlPXM6njHOZu6i9kUn3g-qMENP6HE1aajc9CVt2eY5Tb-Caf9GTuGRZfpy2wWdDl2EKMvladGAyW_Y3p3X75Axk9noqByhBHxYt2yg9jqi1YPwdfGpd7lHO4pGylFXo4lUknOIqM7/s1600/P1010770.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 423px; height: 317px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrS0hSlPXM6njHOZu6i9kUn3g-qMENP6HE1aajc9CVt2eY5Tb-Caf9GTuGRZfpy2wWdDl2EKMvladGAyW_Y3p3X75Axk9noqByhBHxYt2yg9jqi1YPwdfGpd7lHO4pGylFXo4lUknOIqM7/s400/P1010770.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466049392885918578" border="0" /></a> and I don't want to miss anytime away from him. So I took the 7:30 am sessions.<br /><br />Because his time schedule (Alaska time)is different then ours here in Utah, I knew he would not be waking up too early in the mornings. So I made my PT then. I could be all done and he would not even know I was gone. The trick is going to be getting Kayla ready and trusting that she will be responsible enough to get herself to school by 8:00.<br /><br />The foot doctor told me that I would need to go 2-3 times a week for at least 1 hour. Also said they would be doing some pretty intense things to my foot which will more than likely make it uncomfortable for a week or so. Not looking forward to that. I have a concert to attend at the end of the week. Sugarland is WAY worth the pain! I know they will be thinking "<span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">I wish that girl over there would stop screaming so loud, we can't hear ourselves sing</span></span>"...LOL (that girl would be ME!)<br /><br />I am so excited that my dad is going to be here this week. I just wish the weather would cooperate with giving us a little bit of sun.<br /><br />I will be posting more after they abuse me at my PT sessions. I will make sure to take my camera. The thought of shaving my legs everyday isn't one of my favorite things either, but I know I have too. What if the PT is a HUBBA HUBBA? Don't want to be embarrassed with stubby leg hairs. Wish me luck...<br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"><img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54488/154/4FA4EF03F46207BF5EEC390383288F74.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-80905996487864545692010-04-27T18:13:00.000-07:002010-04-27T18:16:17.565-07:00Another trip to the doctor...Going to the Neurologist tomorrow to see if I can get some answers to my health issues. I hope he doesn't put me on STEROIDS. I hate those things. I will keep you updated. Love ya.Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-84926545808432115472010-04-25T09:54:00.001-07:002010-04-25T09:55:30.284-07:00Then Reality hits!With MS I get the basic weakness, numbness, lack of movement, fatigue, and the dreaded <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">NERVE</span> pain. There are several reasons why I get these symptoms. But over all this years I have found that <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">STRESS </span>is the big one for me. This is a copy of the post I added to my WW blog.<br /><br />This past week I have had several stresses. 1~my baby boys court hearing with his sex abuser, 2~my dad's visit next week from Alaska for a week (getting my house in order and making sure my 11 yr old doesn't upset him with her dis respect towards me), 3~seeing my oldest son in Prison (not knowing if he is ok there and when he will be getting out or at least moved closer to me), 4~knowing my weight loss might not being as good as I expected it to be this week (after I felt like I am working and sacrificing to do it), 5~Where I am hurting my loved ones by talking about my weight loss so much (making them feel guilt that they aren't), 6~getting my home cleaned for my guests, 7~not spending more time with my grand kids so my daughter gets more of a break, 8~being there for my mom's emotional ride while she deals with her sick husband, 9~the fear of not being able to walk again and relying on the wheel chair, 10~the goal that I set when I reached a 50 pound loss and we were going to Hawaii but now that trip is causing me anxiety on whether I want to be that far away from my family. As you can see I worry about things WAY too much. My family told me once that "I would worry, if I didn't have anything to worry about."<br /><br />A few weeks ago my feet were causing me <span style="font-weight: bold;">LOTS</span> of pain and I thought (was hoping) it was just the fact I was not wearing shoes. But now the pain has moved up my right leg shooting electrical shock pains all the way up to my growing area. And it is getting worse. And my right foot is constantly a sleep with the pins and needle feeling always sticking me. This morning my right side and arm and hand are now hurting. This is what MS does to me. I am taking my Valiums and trying to get as much rest as I can. But as I lay in my bed my mind races with ALL the things that need to be done before next Saturday. I wish I could turn off my chatter box in my head.<br /><br />I was so excited to share with my dad that I could walk better now and that I am moving more. But if he sees me like this it will break his heart and mine too. It looks like my weight training will need to be postponed a week or til I get better. And the past has show me that when I get like this I don' want to eat which will also effect my weigh in on Thursday. It's going to be a hard week for me and I pray I can get past this as quickly as possible.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This Too will pass</span></span> as the doctors have stated...Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-36493755804478570232010-04-22T10:32:00.000-07:002010-04-22T11:01:16.522-07:00So you want RED!I went tanning today and I asked for a lotion that would help me feel the burn. I know I am weird but I really like the burning feeling on my skin. I bought an unlimited pass for a month. The bed I go to is the Ultra Ruva bed. It doesn't have the burning UV rays like the Wolf beds. I am getting tanner but missing the burn feeling. So the person there told me about this lotion.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/WW%20food/?action=view&current=tanninglotion.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/WW%20food/tanninglotion.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It's called Betrayal.<br /><br />It brings the blood to the surface of your skin causing it to tingle. He warned me that I would look <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">RED</span> when I came out but it would not stay that way. After about 3 hours it will go into a tan. Man was he right! I felt the burn this time and I was <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">REALLY RED</span> right after. Now it is toning down and it looks much better. I think I want this lotion but it cost $70 for one bottle. (and its not that big either) I only go to the tanning beds for the 1st month of summer then I use the natural sun rays outdoors to keep me tan. I always have thought that <span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >BROWN</span> fat looks thinner than <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >WHITE</span> fat. Hence I tan!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifxAUtXVIDc7p_CYPkh1QV1VgjFfDetFZW8gn6s3NsjqyQebvFhyQ6EJbpNT9ueLWAJnxC1sr3W1Ty_G3CTYbDa7Ji_HSQE-CJibY5pPtfuMWNd8Ni2X044xOWmEq1O9B6z_28PYGSa3Mb/s1600/P1010756.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/AVvXsEifxAUtXVIDc7p_CYPkh1QV1VgjFfDetFZW8gn6s3NsjqyQebvFhyQ6EJbpNT9ueLWAJnxC1sr3W1Ty_G3CTYbDa7Ji_HSQE-CJibY5pPtfuMWNd8Ni2X044xOWmEq1O9B6z_28PYGSa3Mb/s400/P1010756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463019470328754802" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/WW%20food/?action=view&current=tanninglotion.jpg" target="_blank"><br /></a>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-1084531039777132382010-04-17T16:58:00.000-07:002010-04-17T18:04:33.734-07:00A day in the sun...I took my family to the U of U to watch the Utes and the alumni's play some practice games. The sun was shining and we had a great time. Took over 170 pictures and we all got our first sun burn of the season. Brandon came up from Utah county for the week end. It was his first time at a real football game.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0xmD3iHfg3P5nWONxZ5k5b1M5tdsHyMVJSZsuUDW9KAEAXwB_DuUErxIm8icZplowWv_BHRFc-XqxVgo-HdVRewCrZLYcEg6nOZPRdCTHeWpvCdEF3C66F_xcnNHEOePCj2u1wTccu6h9/s1600/P1010524.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/AVvXsEh0xmD3iHfg3P5nWONxZ5k5b1M5tdsHyMVJSZsuUDW9KAEAXwB_DuUErxIm8icZplowWv_BHRFc-XqxVgo-HdVRewCrZLYcEg6nOZPRdCTHeWpvCdEF3C66F_xcnNHEOePCj2u1wTccu6h9/s400/P1010524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461267805214606690" border="0" /></a>I got to see a lot of the players from last year. We even got to speak to a couple of them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFTOZa1rf-wbKKWlc9nAHUGQ6_SkBdBHLF8YT222lxEud0XcjhbXhXDTPRww_Vj3SczQbcvyN3nmQ6mTOK7ZlVeaS6_m48_PAh19pMW96tWWKPvjcLPAikEKEVcrCJTl_cfMUS7HxL6ZCK/s1600/P1010626.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/AVvXsEiFTOZa1rf-wbKKWlc9nAHUGQ6_SkBdBHLF8YT222lxEud0XcjhbXhXDTPRww_Vj3SczQbcvyN3nmQ6mTOK7ZlVeaS6_m48_PAh19pMW96tWWKPvjcLPAikEKEVcrCJTl_cfMUS7HxL6ZCK/s400/P1010626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461269088952959298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Matt Asiata</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5PJvur2rVVgaNksC2s9EdyK-GLAliOdRIXKhW6fT9sjcCDEK6ijuQcnLG-WoKB4Cy_7f_ftM-vzcF0UfLKKhH6mVOVCWn70oT0NXkUX28X1WbRYm_tE50tp1hX_clxRwBRSsi8G8i5LL/s1600/P1010658.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/AVvXsEhc5PJvur2rVVgaNksC2s9EdyK-GLAliOdRIXKhW6fT9sjcCDEK6ijuQcnLG-WoKB4Cy_7f_ftM-vzcF0UfLKKhH6mVOVCWn70oT0NXkUX28X1WbRYm_tE50tp1hX_clxRwBRSsi8G8i5LL/s400/P1010658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461269724169980930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Terrance Cain</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBRsFMB12szScQhTcBSYz1w7-itt117XYT9hSrJTouo5Hz8aCdzyddWyC09sy1RsQHUHomyswf-SwVCH2GEybLAi4UCurPxvfOazFoky4bClI44EXXqnHu73JRguLe7-EsC-78kuZa5wpD/s1600/P1010552.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/AVvXsEjBRsFMB12szScQhTcBSYz1w7-itt117XYT9hSrJTouo5Hz8aCdzyddWyC09sy1RsQHUHomyswf-SwVCH2GEybLAi4UCurPxvfOazFoky4bClI44EXXqnHu73JRguLe7-EsC-78kuZa5wpD/s400/P1010552.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461270282217786402" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Former Ute player Scott Mitchell<br />getting sacked by Louie Sakoda</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH26YiMDkXYlbGb7NML0N9oFSMEx78423HntDskZb9Y2eNWSzUULjz3xn-MtxV2Q6o0QfjLBGyWyR9FDhManzofO08tq_2NB8SwHWVVK1Qpark2GoLxySkAoowT4Yc5KM1bmAtAucDRTPT/s1600/P1010536.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/AVvXsEjH26YiMDkXYlbGb7NML0N9oFSMEx78423HntDskZb9Y2eNWSzUULjz3xn-MtxV2Q6o0QfjLBGyWyR9FDhManzofO08tq_2NB8SwHWVVK1Qpark2GoLxySkAoowT4Yc5KM1bmAtAucDRTPT/s400/P1010536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461270991607964834" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Former player Brian Johnson<br />(quaterback coach now)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPsBcXlvVLssxF7N-4R8Cn4FmVdIJkgAaE3wzv8yuFW-3ltRZRhVpMNWeZUX3g03xRsb_Gyaa5_IS055AlyTfP1sS9cn6ark7kHuFKchV8yQNoClYWqTaiJrzNzou8Jo9iDwbIXZ-57sS/s1600/P1010592.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRPsBcXlvVLssxF7N-4R8Cn4FmVdIJkgAaE3wzv8yuFW-3ltRZRhVpMNWeZUX3g03xRsb_Gyaa5_IS055AlyTfP1sS9cn6ark7kHuFKchV8yQNoClYWqTaiJrzNzou8Jo9iDwbIXZ-57sS/s400/P1010592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461271525014566434" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">And we can't forget SWOOP with Kayla.<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">It was a day of fun for all and I think we will make this a yearly event. It was free to the public and after they offered autographs to the fans. Clay and the kids went down on the field and fought the crowds of people to get Coach Whit's autograph.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0LOuG8nsP4zjB0z6Tg68fFj1RVFYPCGF8okV9pZLq1Y1DWOuB-cW5ixSjQQoJXBmZzSMVnPWIws1jeWm4by8_OeOze0z-2MPWSSPozYUDW53p6ZfCZ5s0GDWbXubMDLqeeXepvKX6JFmT/s1600/P1010659.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/AVvXsEh0LOuG8nsP4zjB0z6Tg68fFj1RVFYPCGF8okV9pZLq1Y1DWOuB-cW5ixSjQQoJXBmZzSMVnPWIws1jeWm4by8_OeOze0z-2MPWSSPozYUDW53p6ZfCZ5s0GDWbXubMDLqeeXepvKX6JFmT/s400/P1010659.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461272742811750866" border="0" /></a><br />After we got home, I was very very pleased with the job our neighbor boy did on my bushes. Here's a before picture, while he was just starting.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJSx4teooF-Y1O9Bbv79fEWciQ7DV_ghbu5LZsOiab8JpvsSszMVDG_Vb9KJat6qMfrZTKDHJcM5VsF0UVT8OxqQS61i96lal3Wgdfi4XefcQ2SfB1bCg9Rd6p3TUzVveEv_TzDml4NDYy/s1600/P1010512.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/AVvXsEhJSx4teooF-Y1O9Bbv79fEWciQ7DV_ghbu5LZsOiab8JpvsSszMVDG_Vb9KJat6qMfrZTKDHJcM5VsF0UVT8OxqQS61i96lal3Wgdfi4XefcQ2SfB1bCg9Rd6p3TUzVveEv_TzDml4NDYy/s400/P1010512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461274898173524210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Now this is what I came home to see. What a big change. I love it when my bushes are all trimmed. It makes the yard look so cute.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6GkKgUAIgxHqx28daM23DDLDnnMNcTkQdaaBMbRxJoqfdAaeGZi_Tmh0U4873ES7SZ84xxyI3xix8rxsvpiuB_clRkCAkWrDK8NtGpgN9D3SEllanB-B_G1SJ6C3LDGzoKX8Yu3Rmnt9/s1600/P1010662.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/AVvXsEht6GkKgUAIgxHqx28daM23DDLDnnMNcTkQdaaBMbRxJoqfdAaeGZi_Tmh0U4873ES7SZ84xxyI3xix8rxsvpiuB_clRkCAkWrDK8NtGpgN9D3SEllanB-B_G1SJ6C3LDGzoKX8Yu3Rmnt9/s400/P1010662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461275387578808674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjea6kWoq4iNMC7JgNR6V-URUOI5xul8T-Ay7w1NGRcR0KRZuohV52OBB6t6XEd4OOHgwCNvN5AgGO7N1JFyewPBgflbBzRTJvH2ee7f0nrUdSLNObMYrCdzcYer1xBcu-nR-rmltj934yw/s1600/P1010663.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/AVvXsEjea6kWoq4iNMC7JgNR6V-URUOI5xul8T-Ay7w1NGRcR0KRZuohV52OBB6t6XEd4OOHgwCNvN5AgGO7N1JFyewPBgflbBzRTJvH2ee7f0nrUdSLNObMYrCdzcYer1xBcu-nR-rmltj934yw/s400/P1010663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461275549110644482" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">What a GREAT day we had.</span></span></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-89539067449310569942010-04-16T08:44:00.000-07:002010-04-16T15:22:08.345-07:00DeterminationSo yesterday it was such a pretty day outside, I decided to go and enjoy the sun. Kayla came home from school and wanted to play some basketball in the driveway. I thought I would enjoy watching her for awhile. THEN...I got a wild hair up my butt! I was just thinking earlier that day that I need to start working on weight training and mixing up my exercise routine. So what better way to do that then to throw some hoops with my little girl. Every year I try to throw the ball in the basket, but every year it doesn't even get close to the net. My body strength was very weak and even with the hoop at its shortest level, I could not hit the net. But this time the hoop was all the way up and I was standing not in my wheel chair. So I thought I would try again. And OMG I actually hit the net, on the 1st try. Now to see if I could get it in the net!<br /><br />It only took me a couple of tries and BAM! it went in!!! I was so excited and so was Kayla! With that little bit of determination I continued to shot more baskets. I even did a few lay up shots (not the prettiest form but I made the basket). My excitement got the best of me and I thought I would try to chase the ball after Kayla's rebound. Well....I guess I am not quite ready to run...LOL<br /><br />I fell and I mean I fell hard. I caught the fall with my hands and knee but the force of the fall caused my haed to slam into the cement. OUCH!!! I didn't cry cause I could see that Kayla was concerned about me when she saw the blood. It was just the 2 of us at home and I was laying on the driveway bleeding. Poor Kayla, she ran into the house and got the wet wash cloth, a baggie of ice and a band aid. After further examination, I realized I was not injured bad enough to call a neighbor to help.<br /><br />Kayla assisted me up and back to my patio swing. She felt really bad and thought she was responsible. I told her she did not cause me to fall, it was my STUBBORNESS!!!<br /><br />I have a profound sympathy for abused people, cause that's how I feel. I never knew I had so many parts of my body that could hurt all at the same time. I am way too old to be falling on the cement. But it sure felt good to be able to throw the ball hard enough to make a basket.<br /><br />As much as I hurt the day after, I am not going to let a few bumps and bruises keep me down. I will continue to do challenging thing. I will ride a 2 wheel bike and get back on roller skates again. (despite of what my husband thinks). I am very stubborn and I credit my quality of life to that. I could just as easily give up and not try anything new or hard. But that's not me! Or who I want to be! I am making my life better for me and my family. These scars will heal. I will continue to buy more Neosprin and stay active as much as I can..Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-817476252908347242010-04-10T13:15:00.000-07:002010-04-10T13:48:04.562-07:00Spring is here!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz2ZpR66A_8sfePFhTEXFUl0ExBfvBkk3jC9iKOKPS4Pj3yLo90l8kFbqSzkPZJxSofUQzK01gJ_PuDSFtUf0tuyNLswnmQ6aerCFwasrygW366YWrUba059OUko7cNuMlhXkPgKK4rB6a/s1600/P1010492.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/AVvXsEiz2ZpR66A_8sfePFhTEXFUl0ExBfvBkk3jC9iKOKPS4Pj3yLo90l8kFbqSzkPZJxSofUQzK01gJ_PuDSFtUf0tuyNLswnmQ6aerCFwasrygW366YWrUba059OUko7cNuMlhXkPgKK4rB6a/s400/P1010492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458606686324724002" border="0" /></a><br />A long awaited time to be able to get the swing back out. I hate winter and long for Springtime. Today is the first nice day this year but it is going to be short lived I am afraid. But I love this time of year!<br /><br />Seeing the neighbors flowers start to come alive really brings joy to my eyes. I am not a gardener so I have to enjoy everybody else's flowers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6NJw2Gs-cRypvPOHvj7FBXFCV8BhDM00z02wuS268D08O3VmKwtZcmWL8HJHZ-kRpxH42UxKr3b-CGQAMdwRItWOnSavdKZCTlbO6eiQHXDFH4YElfk-w2egNzSoeb67jPKCFA90zpEzb/s1600/P1010493.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/AVvXsEh6NJw2Gs-cRypvPOHvj7FBXFCV8BhDM00z02wuS268D08O3VmKwtZcmWL8HJHZ-kRpxH42UxKr3b-CGQAMdwRItWOnSavdKZCTlbO6eiQHXDFH4YElfk-w2egNzSoeb67jPKCFA90zpEzb/s400/P1010493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458607165647757458" border="0" /></a><br />You know its close to summer when the kids are out riding their bikes, throwing a ball, roller blading, playing basketball, etc....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgzMXc_CJKNFww4kEecRdx4x6kIfNsz2zVHPiZSqXSrM2vJ_BHnRMb4QCcvmYfxUPEUycf0h-fYqmS2HZqByKy-HjKb-8VaivwmJPGOA9ulfygYv1IsJkrrAq7mYzI5xnSbTi6e0Mvll8c/s1600/P1010494.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/AVvXsEhgzMXc_CJKNFww4kEecRdx4x6kIfNsz2zVHPiZSqXSrM2vJ_BHnRMb4QCcvmYfxUPEUycf0h-fYqmS2HZqByKy-HjKb-8VaivwmJPGOA9ulfygYv1IsJkrrAq7mYzI5xnSbTi6e0Mvll8c/s400/P1010494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458607942713813314" border="0" /></a><br />And then there's the sound of the Harley...As soon as the weather gets anywhere close to warm, out comes Clay with his helmet and a big smile. With Kayla right behind him!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJP-98KR6w6fi-60PaG6NOS5t0N8j2z7y64e4J69JbEoLRnbuVmD9PDSM_E91Jz56tH-hL7YmZWq8MrKgirq4s-uIMAWZyEgwYjuXwHGdzf1JfmmNQg3xzh1pPim-eDzQZ2AtkOVbGqi2/s1600/100_1340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHJP-98KR6w6fi-60PaG6NOS5t0N8j2z7y64e4J69JbEoLRnbuVmD9PDSM_E91Jz56tH-hL7YmZWq8MrKgirq4s-uIMAWZyEgwYjuXwHGdzf1JfmmNQg3xzh1pPim-eDzQZ2AtkOVbGqi2/s400/100_1340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458610860319586930" /></a><br />I love Springtime! I think Clay would disagree cause with Spring comes his least favorite thing....YARD WORK! Poor guy.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQopRC7dnH1fkxNEGwLXldc82Kxo40UwRBVuZWu9AombmDxTeN3K87jhchhmXYRwtCbGsp2Zom5sh2Si0g20tqoggOYQNPTJye6lA4Gx1XHP12ywXwiBJUoEWnoBSk3uvnR-xadBHXj6m0/s1600/P1010491.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/AVvXsEgQopRC7dnH1fkxNEGwLXldc82Kxo40UwRBVuZWu9AombmDxTeN3K87jhchhmXYRwtCbGsp2Zom5sh2Si0g20tqoggOYQNPTJye6lA4Gx1XHP12ywXwiBJUoEWnoBSk3uvnR-xadBHXj6m0/s400/P1010491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458609410516656802" border="0" /></a> Maybe I will hire me a really HOT "yard boy"... Kind of like a "pool boy!"...Then he might want to do it himself. LOLLesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-69649738735165754222010-04-08T10:25:00.000-07:002010-04-08T10:57:10.064-07:00My night with Jason and Luke!My new Country Music love is Jason Aldean. I was lucky enough to attend his concert. I took a dear friend with me, Heidi, and I think we both had a blast. The song that made him popular is playing on my IPOD. She's Country is the name you can enjoy the video for it too.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0JtnwyyidY8I6i2amb6ED8dog_qSL7JqCfX5TitdrC8qayevcdXldKEd6ij9HcbSOteGORkYXn5QdlBMXS5UGvR3VtLPgemsfe_uvIAIeeO3VmmHdCB24GstwbRnnpIYJzGTd5m1k3f3O/s1600/P1010018.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/AVvXsEg0JtnwyyidY8I6i2amb6ED8dog_qSL7JqCfX5TitdrC8qayevcdXldKEd6ij9HcbSOteGORkYXn5QdlBMXS5UGvR3VtLPgemsfe_uvIAIeeO3VmmHdCB24GstwbRnnpIYJzGTd5m1k3f3O/s400/P1010018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457819887820323458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Me and Heidi!<br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgpGeJiuwEvnFYnoC9xfpXuLF-ToSmeDfKTigOMGptseiu2MJBpz8QJ_VNmXLDtuHUt1h3iW_BMOpcD3X8Sq3RWeo6HpL4UV5UsVrDhk4T-BH81Z-KQcdwR4l7Guz54364zfMwwpglv6xy/s1600/P1010112.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/AVvXsEhgpGeJiuwEvnFYnoC9xfpXuLF-ToSmeDfKTigOMGptseiu2MJBpz8QJ_VNmXLDtuHUt1h3iW_BMOpcD3X8Sq3RWeo6HpL4UV5UsVrDhk4T-BH81Z-KQcdwR4l7Guz54364zfMwwpglv6xy/s400/P1010112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457820576690532402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3VjUiVCEPxN9k_qkUwH76k_ybfMOSoqLedvx9PAUeE0G4b3jQcULLgTIJAG356ApUy_YotGZNxmFXe9iiQEaiYZyt0FS6vNP-SIuc94S_jT8Wgh37XrbTV3ssmg8QpDJRlWZTRtXuaeJ/s1600/P1010106.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/AVvXsEjf3VjUiVCEPxN9k_qkUwH76k_ybfMOSoqLedvx9PAUeE0G4b3jQcULLgTIJAG356ApUy_YotGZNxmFXe9iiQEaiYZyt0FS6vNP-SIuc94S_jT8Wgh37XrbTV3ssmg8QpDJRlWZTRtXuaeJ/s400/P1010106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457820379019684802" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is Luke Bryan!</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjft0hXiXtb6ObsGazLxoYweundMyoeIvy3KbGWTAkWrpN3LQc7nNNH7tkhu2ElukKgdNwxsQpyQ-Q6Q2SEtP2gHQ1_kFG5HAFvrJLhjHGO7AFcjp6m8QW8t_Y1NCrOfH_aTod74t2mtqy3/s1600/P1010212.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/AVvXsEjft0hXiXtb6ObsGazLxoYweundMyoeIvy3KbGWTAkWrpN3LQc7nNNH7tkhu2ElukKgdNwxsQpyQ-Q6Q2SEtP2gHQ1_kFG5HAFvrJLhjHGO7AFcjp6m8QW8t_Y1NCrOfH_aTod74t2mtqy3/s400/P1010212.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821612213552914" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29PG47BIauOYChreARcjrGQXJe0KtCiE1bbKwp7CMxoUlIFJZMybn3bHF7IK02SBO2Pnk1qvL2xylAsaHXOGirY6j7kDVqS8PN8ek5Sx9tSx3XaJv2buzQLuLMz4nnsYOh72zRQXutH1j/s1600/P1010155.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/AVvXsEj29PG47BIauOYChreARcjrGQXJe0KtCiE1bbKwp7CMxoUlIFJZMybn3bHF7IK02SBO2Pnk1qvL2xylAsaHXOGirY6j7kDVqS8PN8ek5Sx9tSx3XaJv2buzQLuLMz4nnsYOh72zRQXutH1j/s400/P1010155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821382178159794" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6eVB0zAz9EkMhpAzfdJnuBMzBrRaPPDZ0GYVlq1Ggt3LwXvkbFGPUEUGDTh_-aY5hGqq-BjID49bxXyI469kfCUQbKoCZ_WoKCIRkb1fbJbhvRXrBdxGWVIumgiN0esQ8Gpk6vPm8qIxD/s1600/P1010161.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/AVvXsEg6eVB0zAz9EkMhpAzfdJnuBMzBrRaPPDZ0GYVlq1Ggt3LwXvkbFGPUEUGDTh_-aY5hGqq-BjID49bxXyI469kfCUQbKoCZ_WoKCIRkb1fbJbhvRXrBdxGWVIumgiN0esQ8Gpk6vPm8qIxD/s400/P1010161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457821146348580098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;">This is my HUBBA HUBBA Jason Aldean!</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk75bRomG2LqwSbOQjdk4BmllZyPXAx0VNEYik39mUdwWexNJZvp09OP51DIDOP4sZGM3FFKWRre1xve44jx4k-PYHdKX-SN22C__lM0DDuxNDE7inkUDQ1YUxQ_qpwTodVie-RO8LnSqy/s1600/P1010196.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/AVvXsEhk75bRomG2LqwSbOQjdk4BmllZyPXAx0VNEYik39mUdwWexNJZvp09OP51DIDOP4sZGM3FFKWRre1xve44jx4k-PYHdKX-SN22C__lM0DDuxNDE7inkUDQ1YUxQ_qpwTodVie-RO8LnSqy/s400/P1010196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457822856731891202" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Me getting into the concert!<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr6BhuHEMhW7ACCf2DJqlG8QqbGk9X47hH0ifAd1LohiecEJ2OKGkAAhLOYS8i9TIQDPTWcvqWfDYW_ATXxFF6mrj_WUOS79mpUqIngyFQ8SmtbVRDrGw9nT9PVwNxurc4FqunSxlSHJK_/s1600/P1010193.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/AVvXsEjr6BhuHEMhW7ACCf2DJqlG8QqbGk9X47hH0ifAd1LohiecEJ2OKGkAAhLOYS8i9TIQDPTWcvqWfDYW_ATXxFF6mrj_WUOS79mpUqIngyFQ8SmtbVRDrGw9nT9PVwNxurc4FqunSxlSHJK_/s400/P1010193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457822699211858770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Thank you Heidi you were way more fun than taking my boring ole Hubby!</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgewKbplU8cYXpUGiua0Hz2cCPiD1XY1_O3l8sFVD20JjWUVGsQAzL68EZbfCii8dEX6gjub7qdfhsNCRhx_2JxHado1bfR7V5cWhbwRFWzyftYDhP5yu-6K0jeLtIlyuH2WMeL2IALyxrL/s1600/P1010192.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/AVvXsEgewKbplU8cYXpUGiua0Hz2cCPiD1XY1_O3l8sFVD20JjWUVGsQAzL68EZbfCii8dEX6gjub7qdfhsNCRhx_2JxHado1bfR7V5cWhbwRFWzyftYDhP5yu-6K0jeLtIlyuH2WMeL2IALyxrL/s400/P1010192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457822570528993506" border="0" /></a>I stood and yelled and sang the whole concert. I didn't even bring my wheel chair either. This was the first concert I walked and stood for. After the concert I needed Heidi's help getting me back to the car. It looked like we were lovers and really drunk. We laughed until our sides hurt!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWs7pq8Z1qB0E7HOD2CVWCuz578VsEnG1vh0cDgH8TvzWrKugLMq-YQyXUZKpFnqxpY-wb-L_IrlGMX9GhDf8rYbugWc2wjoPc4xBnl1FjGml2jT48j21gp3d6jD9QWRHcw1vaeUxQf9EA/s1600/P1010200.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/AVvXsEgWs7pq8Z1qB0E7HOD2CVWCuz578VsEnG1vh0cDgH8TvzWrKugLMq-YQyXUZKpFnqxpY-wb-L_IrlGMX9GhDf8rYbugWc2wjoPc4xBnl1FjGml2jT48j21gp3d6jD9QWRHcw1vaeUxQf9EA/s400/P1010200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457822398808989122" border="0" /></a>Crazy people we met at the concert.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY2JWrm-ABdWdXFfUldcaSYX8TT-8yZx49PmjdHVJH9_Hn3crlau6MYuknmfG491hrcAvVJ3t9ETrZLqqVsly9ciY7sfS_GwbLFWGt1A0mmscxHXhxBDJomo7cRoxkebFOnKulRAulLFSB/s1600/P1010198.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/AVvXsEgY2JWrm-ABdWdXFfUldcaSYX8TT-8yZx49PmjdHVJH9_Hn3crlau6MYuknmfG491hrcAvVJ3t9ETrZLqqVsly9ciY7sfS_GwbLFWGt1A0mmscxHXhxBDJomo7cRoxkebFOnKulRAulLFSB/s400/P1010198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457822272165828450" border="0" /></a>He had WAY too much fun....or beer!<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0i7pkBzqm9kQ7EudoPIaLfMnk7KrD2Na1jhvSxuUX2YTtuU9KfeWed13N14HPD3aNDwCtg1Ta1KLZX7whh0Trn9VrKIrdKEpxBaNaLG2NdrzZGizaL_KFCdEh9Xi-igzFcZjEeOplM49a/s1600/P1010190.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/AVvXsEi0i7pkBzqm9kQ7EudoPIaLfMnk7KrD2Na1jhvSxuUX2YTtuU9KfeWed13N14HPD3aNDwCtg1Ta1KLZX7whh0Trn9VrKIrdKEpxBaNaLG2NdrzZGizaL_KFCdEh9Xi-igzFcZjEeOplM49a/s400/P1010190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457822089665306242" border="0" /></a>Got to love meeting new people. It was a great night filled with music and dancing and lots of laughter.Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-68832079274721716072010-02-25T09:56:00.000-08:002010-02-25T11:57:21.877-08:00The pain in a childs faceThis has been a month of pain. Between trips by the ambulances to the hospital's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER</span>, illnesses and school accidents, my family has had its moments of painful faces.<br /><br />On Feb. 10th my step dad was transported by an ambulance to the hospital's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER</span> due to his failing health with his heart. Where he spent a few days in the ICU.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=100_5177.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/100_5177.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Later that day I was taken by ambulance to the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER</span> from hyperventilation issues. It was brought on from taking a diet pill and then over exercising. I thought I was having a heart attack. My breathing was 65 per minute and it was supposed to be 15 per minute. After passing out I was able to get it under control for a few minutes away. After thinking my good days of walking were over I started having breathing problems again. This time its was a panic attack. The number in the middle is my pulse..YIKES!!!<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view¤t=0124002106.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/0124002106.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />Then my precious grand babies started getting sick. Kennedy got Hand, foot ad mouth along with Strep. Nicole took her to the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER </span>and they gave her a shot of antibiotics.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy/?action=view&current=100_7244.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy/100_7244.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />And then there was poor Kolten. He was suffering from RSV.<br />Kolten quite breathing and was rushed to the hospital's <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER</span> by ambulance. He spent a week in the ICU and now is in his own room.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy/?action=view&current=0221101736a.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy/0221101736a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Kayla was throwing up non stop so after 10 hours we took her to the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER</span>. They gave her a shot to stop the vomiting.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=100_5062.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/100_5062.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />After getting her bottom braces on in the morning I took her to school. She was so happy! Her stomach was feeling better finally.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=0223001148.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/0223001148.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></a><br />It wasn't even 2 hours after I dropped her off at school that I received a call saying I needed to come get Kayla. She had an accident and needed medical care. She had a run in with a tree during recess. Thank goodness Clay was home from work (He had come home earlier cause he wasn't feeling good). And here we go back to the <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">ER</span>. They did a CAT scan and X-rays on her leg. And of course she needed stitches.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=0223001500.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/0223001500.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />It was so gross! And it broke my heart to see her in pain.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=0223001704a.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/0223001704a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></a><br />A total of 11 stitches were put in her head.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=0223001736.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/0223001736.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />I received a call from Nicole stating that Kennedy fever was 105.3 So I packed up the family and We went back to the<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"> ER</span>. She has an Urinary Track infection and had to be given antibiotics through an IV which she hated..<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy/?action=view&current=0224001904a.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy/0224001904a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />All this happened in a matter of weeks....<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >I want to get OFF this RIDE NOW!!!!</span><br /></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-61046979569302270762010-02-05T07:08:00.000-08:002010-02-05T15:45:00.618-08:00Not too old to have fun!I am going to tell you a little bit about my night at the club with a bunch of drunks. First the bouncers let me and Mariah in way early before the doors opened. Cause I could not stand in those long lines for 2 hours. The Westerner Club employees were extra nice to me and I really appreciated it too. They gave me free lemon water all night and we sat right next to the stage and thankfully close to the bathroom too. I had made a call to the club a week before the concert and got permission from the General Manager to be let in the back door. I was the only one (other than employees) in the bar when Chris and his band was warming up. It was like he was SINGING to ME!!! It didn't take long for the club to fill up with happy country music lovers. This was the first time to actually be in a bar and NOT drinking. I wasn't sure (and neither were my friends) if I was going to have as much fun as everybody else. But I proved them wrong. I was the life of the party. And I fit right in too. You would have never guessed by the way I was walking that I was not drinking!...lol<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">This is Chris Cagle.</span></span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=0204002214a.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/0204002214a.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />A newly formed friend, Brandy, went up to the stage and got me this picture off her cell phone.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7301.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7301.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Because I wasn't able to stand the whole time like ALL the other people did, to get closer to Chris or too even see him over everybody. I was given permission from security to stand on the booth seats to see and of course I did some dance moves too....lol Lots of screaming and singing came next. Chris was great!!! I was sad that he didn't sing my favorite song, "My life is a Country song". But he rocked the club for sure!<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7322.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7322.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7324.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7324.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Me dancing on the seat!<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7325.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7325.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">STAR STRUCK!!!!<br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7328.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7328.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />This is Brandy. Her husband works for Coors and was filling the coolers and the bar stands all night so we invited her to come sit with us. Such a sweet girl.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7329.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7329.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This is William and another friend who likes to be called Cluck....lol<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7319.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7319.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />William was only 26 but looked like a baby to me. We hit it off from the very start. I think he reminded my of my son. He was very drunk and the more he drank to funnier he was.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7304.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7304.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">My goofy friend Mariah! Who kept me in stitches all night. We had a BLAST!!! ty Mariah for going with me.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7288.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7288.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Don't Even Ask!</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7294.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7294.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >SEE WHAT I MEAN!!!</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7330.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7330.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Now for this handsome guy. He came to our table later in the evening so I am not sure of his name. But I called him "MR. SMELL GOOD"!!! He had on the most YUMMIEST cologne I have ever smelled. I got the name of it and IT WILL be in Clay's supply very soon.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7333.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7333.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Another young pup that couldn't hang with the big dogs....lol<br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7331.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7331.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />These are the people who made my night an awesome memory. I was the oldest one and ANY of them could have been my kid. So you can see I can still have fun with the young pups!!!<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/?action=view&current=100_7335.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/chris%20cagle/100_7335.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">What A great time that was had by ALL!!!!</span></span><br /></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-39491152588923051442010-02-02T08:52:00.000-08:002010-02-02T10:33:08.097-08:00Time to PARTY!Turning 49 has been hard for me to accept. I guess it's because its so close to 50. I have to admit that I don't feel like I am 49, whatever that's supposed to feel like. My health is doing so much better and I am getting around like I haven't done in many years. I took this picture to see if I really look that old.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7278.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7278.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />My day started out very busy and stayed that way til I went to bed at 11:00 pm. I had a list of things I wanted to do and I did them. Clay surprised me by taking the day off from work. Which was extra special. I didn't have to get Kayla up and ready for school, so I was able to lay in bed a few minutes longer. We checked Kayla out of school so she could have lunch with us. I was feeling bad that she was going to miss out on all my celebration. We had movie plans and a late dinner scheduled all without including her. So we needed to have a few minutes to spend with her too. We went to Subway to eat lunch. I was shocked to realize the point value of a sub was so much. Oh well live and learn. I had a wheat bread turkey breast/ham and white cheese with no dressings and only lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers and mustard. It was very yummy.<br />Next we were headed to the movies to see "It's Complicated" starring Steve Martin and Alec Baldwin. It was very funny and I really enjoyed it. We met the Jackman's there and they were a blast to be with.<br />The highlight of the day was dinner at Applebees with the Jackman's and the Hansens. The Cannon's were going to go but had the cancel at the last minute. That made me sad but I understand. Maybe another time. My meal at dinner was very healthy and low in points. Had a dinner salad with no dressing. And grilled shrimp and steamed broccolli. They brought me some whole strawberries for dessert.<br />After I got home I rode my exercise bike and headed to bed.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7277.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7277.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The love of my life<br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7281.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7281.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />This wild and crazy man is Ken Jackman! We share the same birthday just not the same year. Having him spend my special day with me was incredible. He always makes me laugh and he has a smile that you can't help but love. Again thank you Ken.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7280.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7280.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">The gangs all here!<br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7276.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7276.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Some of my birthday cards.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7283.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7283.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Not quite sure if Clay realized the work he was to invest in the gift he gave me. This is a full motion flat screen TV wall mount. It's for the TV we got for Christmas, that's in our bedroom. Now he has to wire the electric and cable up to the spot where the TV is going to be. Plus I want my room painted and the VERY heavy bedroom furniture moved. All this before he can mount the TV. So I wonder how long it will remain in the box....lol<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7284.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7284.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;">My beautiful new jewelery that my friend April gave me. We went shopping the Saturday before and she helped me pick out my new birthday outfit and then she made me these to wear with it. They were a PERFECT match and I love them. Thank you April. (Her kids made me cards and playdough flowers and balloons, way cute)<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/?action=view&current=100_7285.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/49th%20birthday/100_7285.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">As you can see I had a great birthday. I tried to count all my facebook birthday wishes but lost count at 57. (That's just crazy!) Thanks to all my friends and family who remembered me on my Birthday. You are amazing!</span></span><br /></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-75653952354252798082010-01-30T13:28:00.000-08:002010-01-30T13:52:27.653-08:00Music to my ears!<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >While I was out shopping for new clothes, Clay was home installing<br /> a stereo in my front room closet. </span><br /></div><br />I asked him if he would put the stereo in the closet and hang my Bose speakers above the closet doors. His response was <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">"And where am I going to get the electricity from inside the closet?"</span> I said<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> "I trust you will find a solution and I don't want to see any wires on the wall either." </span>He rolled his eyes and quickly changed the subject. That was weeks ago. So we I got home and saw this, I was so happy.<br /><br />He was able to get the electric supply from the garage (which is on the other side of the closet) and he installed the outlet on the wall inside the closet. He ran the wires from behind the front room wall and put wall hangers on the back of the speakers. The speaker wires are no where to be seen, which is what I wanted. He is so talented and I love him so much.<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7256.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7256.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">You can see one of the speaker wires from inside the closet<br />when the closet door is open.<br />But that's not a problem cause the doors will be shut!<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7257.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7257.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">See how nice the speakers look and you can't even see the stereo.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7258.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7258.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I love my front room. I can sit in front of the fireplace and listen to my music now.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7261.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7261.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" >LIFE IS GOOD!!!!!</span><br /></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-20466141860650414512010-01-29T11:25:00.000-08:002010-01-29T11:36:25.336-08:00Calgon take me away!!I had a dear friend and neighbor come over today and re-caulk my tub. The before pictures were after she removed the old caulking. (my tub didn't look as bad as this before she removed the old stuff)<br />Should have been faster at getting the camera ready....lol<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Before~</span><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7250.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7250.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7252.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7252.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >After~</span><br /><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7253.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7253.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_7254.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_7254.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Thank you Ellen you made my tub look new again.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" >Time for a bubble bath now.</span></div></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-67924062597191336152010-01-22T20:46:00.000-08:002010-01-22T21:51:36.454-08:00Our night with a Utah Jazz playerMikayla has been playing basketball for the Junior Jazz team for 2 years now. Every year they have a Jazz Player Appearance Night. This year Paul Millsap came to play with the kids and answers a few of their questions.<br /><br />It was a very cold and snowy night but we went as a family to the Energy Solution Center. We took the Trax there to avoid the traffic and parking issues. Because we got there so early we were one of the first to go into the building after they opened the doors. The stairs were not going to keep me from allowing Kayla the opportunity of the first row at the bottom by the court.<br />So I went down a BIG flight of stairs and there is where we sat. Kayla was so proud of her seats and just seeing her smile made the work of doing the stairs all worth it.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >WARNING!!!!!</span> These pictures were taken by Clay's cell phone so the quality is not the best but at least you can see her excitement.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">See how close we were to Paul and the co host?</span></span><br /></div><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/?action=view&current=0122001911.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/0122001911.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" >These were our seats 1st row....</span><br />(the seats in front of us were off limits)<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/?action=view&current=downsized950122001858.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/downsized950122001858.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" >Kayla before the performance.</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/?action=view&current=downsized950122001849b.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/downsized950122001849b.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" >Paul playing a game with some of the kids</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/?action=view&current=downsized950122001950.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/downsized950122001950.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" >He was standing right next to us so Clay snapped these</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/?action=view&current=downsized950122002015.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/downsized950122002015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/?action=view&current=downsized950122002016.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/jazz/downsized950122002016.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />At the end of the night they picked Kayla to ask Paul a question. She asked him "How old were you when you knew you wanted to be a Pro basketball player?" His answers was when he was a Senior in High School.<br /><br />This video was when Kayla was picked to go out and run a re-lay race against the other team on the other half of the court. Kayla's team even won too. She was nervous being out there with ALL these strangers watching her but as you will see she did great.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxquxKrSvv8aPZrqogM-kYSU0QqqAnzDQDdTc24rzNMnJO8giRfKhAW39S4nrX35r-5war6uoqJ_lV9AwIXRg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />The kids were asked to pick a side of the court to stand on. One was for "He is going to make it" and the other was "I think he will miss it". The kids were not told where he would have to throw it from. Previously he had missed the half court shots. This is Paul making this very EASY shot. lol<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy8ID1h0mjUV0URmBInywF_CHVVD4SnqVThFJhKWs4CGO3c38u3s9LiUB3QTlBLLG3cKZmFbWAIzd2z79G4lA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >It was a great night to spend with the family and it was even neat to see a REAL live Jazz player up close and personal! Thank you Junior Jazz.<br /></span>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-16473337636786962782010-01-21T06:44:00.000-08:002010-01-21T07:27:53.015-08:00My Baby is growing up!It makes me sad to know my last little girl is getting to be a young lady. Seeing her wearing teen age clothes, lip gloss and heels is too big of a shock. She is getting ready in these pictures to attend a school field trip. She loves her hair to be straighten, jewelery and putting on smelly perfume. My oldest daughter, who is almost 30 now, never enjoyed these things. So it is nice to see Kayla looking like a young lady. I just don't know if I am ready for her to grow up so fast.<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=100_7242.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/100_7242.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=Untitled-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/Untitled-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/?action=view&current=100_7240.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/kayla/100_7240.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I feel sorry for the boys, who will be interested in her when she gets to dating age. I think her dad is going to have a hard time watching his little baby girl grow up to be a teenager. (the whole boyfriend thing) The time is approaching WAY too fast for us... We love you Kayla!Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-17408290870174715532010-01-17T07:44:00.000-08:002010-01-17T08:56:32.535-08:00It's all about BRANDON!!!!!My son turns 24 of January 18th. He lives in a group home in another city here in Utah. It is about 45 miles or so from my home. Being that the 18th was on a week day we decided to have his celebration the weekend before. So Saturday we started the morning out by attending Mikayla's basketball game. After we got home we received a call from his older brother, Jeremy, who is doing time in the local Department of Corrections. Brandon doesn't get to speak with him very often so this was a special gift for him. I noticed that Brandon needed some new tennis shoes so we went to the Shoe Carnival to check out what they had. The store clerk announced that it was Brandon's birthday and had him spin the big wheel. Whatever it landed on is what his discount would be.<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7126.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7126.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />All the shoes were a little overwhelming for him. Trying to make a choice was not easy but I think he did a great job.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7128.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7128.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7129.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7129.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7130.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7130.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />He had decided that he would like to go play Laser Tag for his special day. I have watched Clay and Kayla play this before but I had never played. I thought being in a wheel chair would only get in the way of the game. BUT this time I was determined to try it with the family. Nicole got a babysitter and she joined the fun too. Here are some pictures of the game.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7134.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7134.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Brandon with his mommy.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7136.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7136.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />I stayed by our base to protect it from the enemy.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7151.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7151.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Clay<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7147.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7147.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Kayla and part of Brandon.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7157.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7157.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Me and Nicole.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7146.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7146.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Now lets look at our scores. Clay was Batman, Nicole was Rocky, Kayla was<br />Flash, I was Auquaman, and Brandon was Maximus. Kayla KICKED butt but hey I wasn't in last place...Hurray for me! It was a total blast and a major work out for me. <br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view¤t=100_7159-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7159-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />Everyone had a fun and then we went to play some arcade games to relax from all the excitement. It's all about the tickets for the kids....<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7164.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7164.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />She made out like a bandit!<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7180.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7180.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Clay even got into to the game...lol<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7167.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7167.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Nicole<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7166.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7166.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Nicole and Clay gave Brandon their tickets so he was able to get a few things at the gift counter.<br />From there we met Nicole and her family at Red Robin to chow down on some yummy food.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7182.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7182.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Nicole, Klint and Kennedy.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7187.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7187.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />And of course Kayla had baby Kolten...<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7183.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7183.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7197.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7197.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />He says he doesn't like them to sing or make a big deal of his birthday, but I think he really does...Look at his smile!<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7195.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7195.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />His birthday cake. He thought it was too rich so Kayla and Clay had most of it.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/?action=view&current=100_7196.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/brandons%20bday/100_7196.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRANDON!!!!</span></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-86389075637203731642010-01-16T08:26:00.000-08:002010-01-16T10:27:59.302-08:00Remembering the pastI was thinking the other day as I was relaxing in my new frontroom about what a job it was to get it to the point it is today. I wanted to show some of the process of the re-modeling that Clay did. So here it goes.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Mikayla loved the fact she got to help knock down the walls.</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3633.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3633.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Had my cub scout boys come help too</span>.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3639-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3639-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Removing the wallpaper.</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3713.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3713.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Steaming off ALL that wallpaper was a BIG job!</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3845.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3845.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">If you came over you got to sign the wall...It was cool to see all the art work:)</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3701.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3701.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">This was the frame that seperated the room, it had to come down too.</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3676.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3676.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" >Now its gone</span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3731.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3731.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is the arch way frame, it is now gone.</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3680.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3680.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">There was a lot of re-wiring to do since<br />we removed the wall where the light switches were. </span></span><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3728.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3728.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Clay put wider doors on the bedrooms so my wheelchair could turn in easier.</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3683.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3683.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">The sheet rock mess!</span></span><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3688.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3688.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">The sheet rock made a mess on my wheelchair ramp as it went out the door</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_3689.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_3689.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >The after shot.</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Wish I had more pictures of the room without the wall but you can see the room is now bigger. We painted the lower half blue and placed a country wallpaper border on the walls. The upper half was done with a textured paintbrush to give it a different look. Clay put on chair railing below the wallpaper. The wood floors added a great touch to the open room as well.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_5551.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_5551.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A closeup of the wallpaper.</span></span><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_4715.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_4715.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">After the wall was removed we painted the hallway red<br />and in this shot you can see how open it looks.<br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_4709.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_4709.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/?action=view&current=100_6981.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/alaska/house/100_6981.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >So glad we did the remodeling so I can sit back and enjoy my home. Thank you Clay!</span></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-65440986229387702322010-01-15T12:27:00.000-08:002010-01-15T13:52:36.184-08:00Mommies helper<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Meet Briahna!<br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/?action=view&current=100_7122.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/100_7122.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I think we are going to be great business friends...I got her name from my neighbor and friend. Bri is her 19 year old, struggling college student, niece. And of course when I hear she was going to the U of U I already knew we were meant to be. Her job is to help mom's by doing ANYTHING that they need done.<br /><br />Her schedule worked out perfect with mine. She isn't a morning person and neither am I, she likes people to be honest and truthful and that works for me too. I am always afraid I am asking too much of her but so far she seems to be doing a fantastic job. Her services are very reasonably priced and with a minimum of 2 hours that works really nice. I have a long list of thing I need done around the house. So I can keep her busy for quite a while.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Today she went and rented a <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">Rug Doctor</span> from the local grocery store.<br /><br /></span></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/?action=view&current=100_7118.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/100_7118.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />After she moved all the stuff out of the way and vacuuming it was business time! I am a follower of a blog that says cleaning with vinegar is a great way to do your carpets so I had her give it a try. Granted my room smells like Easter eggs being dyed but I am willing to try anything to get these stains out. Here she is mixing the vinegar and steaming hot water.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/?action=view&current=100_7119.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/100_7119.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Pretty sure it's going to need a second or third hit but it is already looking better.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/?action=view&current=100_7120.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/100_7120.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/?action=view&current=100_7124.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/100_7124.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">You be the judge!</span></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-89455685846341539442010-01-14T21:59:00.000-08:002010-01-14T23:13:03.128-08:00The "JOY" a 2 year old can bring into a home<span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Kennedy was brought into this world to bring joy and love into all the people she meets. Her expression will make you smile and her smile will melt your heart. She is so special to me. I can see the love in her eyes every time I look at her. When she sees me her eyes light up and she runs to me with open arms. (that is as long as she doesn't see HER Kayla first.) I wanted to share the day with just her and her gamma (that's what she calls me). These are some precious expressions that I caught while she was here playing with me. For some reason she loves to have her mouth opened wide when she is happy. I think it is so cute.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7013.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7013.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And when she drinks from her "cuppy" she loves to twist her fingers in her hair. Another thing I think is cute. (But it makes it hard to keep her hair done up cute though)<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7023.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7023.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I love her tiny toes and she must too. Cause she always is taking her shoes and socks off.<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7015.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7015.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7019.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7019.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />She brought her favorite horsey with her when she came. So of course she rode it too.<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7005.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7005.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Kayla has saved a lot of her babies so Kennedy has a couple she really likes when she is here. She is so gentle with them. She loves to play mommy. But she insist on having REAL milk in the toy baby bottles. She tells me "empty gamma" and I try to conceive her there is milk in it but she's not believing me. Smart little girl. No matter what she is doing she loves to include her baby in the fun too.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7056.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7056.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7059.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7059.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7075.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7075.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />But I think the highlight of my day was her and the slide. After she decided the slide was not as big as the stairs to slide down, then it became the STAIRS that she wanted gamma to do with her. She would go down the slide or the stairs on her belly, her bum and even on gamma's lap. (yes I even went down the stairs on my bum with her on my lap).<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7083.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7083.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7050.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7050.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7085.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7085.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7115.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7115.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />This one was her calling me to yet again climb the stairs and go down with her.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7108.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7108.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />My favorite thing was to see her slide down the wall that my stairs are on. This was so cute. She loved it and wanted to do it over and over. The only way gamma would let her go was if I held her bum and made sure she didn't fall. She made sure I held on to her tight too. She laughed so hard. I loved just hearing how happy she was.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7087.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7087.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7111.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7111.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7114.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7114.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />At the end of the day I don't know who was more tired me or her. But I think she got the better deal. A LONG DESERVED NAP!!!<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/?action=view&current=100_7116.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/Kennedy%20age%202/100_7116.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" >Good night Sweet Angel! We will do this again real soon gamma promises! I love you!!!!</span></div>Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3224443149686017318.post-12227563653644051632010-01-13T14:22:00.000-08:002010-01-13T17:06:30.463-08:00Living in my Livingroom<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">Let me start by saying "I LOVE the new look" in my livingroom. </span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">13+ years ago we moved into this house, it had a brick entryway with an archway that lead in the livingroom. The room had white carpet, and lots of wallpaper that had to go. Since then Clay has remodeled the home to fit our lifestyle living in a wheelchair. He opened up the room and put in wood flooring. </span><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_3724.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_3724.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Man Kayla was little back then...where has the time gone?<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_3632.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_3632.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br />I thought he did a great job but I still was missing something. We had our BIG 65" TV upstairs for many years and I repainted the room to give it a country western feel. We bought all new brown leather furniture and the room was beautiful. But I was still missing something.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_5549.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_5549.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;">After I got more mobile and was able to climb the stairs to appreciate the familyroom, I noticed we had way more room downstairs than upstairs, which brought me to our next project. I wanted to move the TV downstairs but the design of the room was such that the sectional and the TV would not fit. So again I asked Clay if he would please move all our furniture around. He agreed that it would be nice to have the TV downstairs and so that's what brought us to the current design.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">After the sectional was moved upstairs, once again. There was a very big empty spot where the TV sat. We went shopping looking for a hall bench with the old fashion hat racks on it, but after going to 3 stores we were not able to find one. That's when Clay told me to think about another option to buy. Not knowing what that would be I said "ok,but what?"</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">That's when my eyes saw this absolutely breath taking fireplace! I said NO WAY the colors were prefect and the style matched the theme I was looking for. So we now have a fireplace in my frontroom. And that SOMETHING that I was missing is no longer missing...I found it!</span><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6968-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6968-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I have changed a few things around on the mantel but it still looks pretty.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6996.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6996.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /><br /></a>The job of finding the perfect rug was another task! I guess I am too picky cause I looked at a lot of rugs til I found this one. It had a matching runner that fit very well in front of the fireplace too. Plus its always good when you like something that is on clearance ...<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6974.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6974.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6971.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6971.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Here are the views of the room. The top view is from the front door and the bottom is from the dining room entrance.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=frontroom.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/frontroom.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />I picked up this wooden bench to place in front of the windows. I had fun shopping to find this as well.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6979.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6979.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">This cowboy was a must. He brings so much character to our room.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6998.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6998.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Years ago I took a lot of my Country Jam tee-shirts and made a throw out of them along with some old jeans and cowboy boot material. With the extra material I had a neighbor make me a couple of pillows. When I was shopping for the bench I found this extra pillows that matched my carpet and I had to have them.<br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/?action=view&current=100_4713.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/100_4713.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">They look nice on the sectional now.<br /></div><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6978.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6978.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />The room needed some more color so I got my old flower pots out of storage (who knew they would be a prefect match) and again I was off to the store to get some flowers. I think my good friend April did a GREAT job arranging the flowers too. I have 2 pots and 2 boots that now have flowers in them.<br /><br /><a href="http://s359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/?action=view&current=100_6990.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i359.photobucket.com/albums/oo34/claynlesia/frontroom/100_6990.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /></a><br />Well now you've seen my new livingroom, maybe you can understand why I LOVE my new room!!! Thank you Clay for putting up with me and my compulsive personality and letting me have my way.Lesiahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06924745400448235251noreply@blogger.com7