tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72376895618507149582024-03-05T02:40:27.865-05:00Everyday Katieeveryday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.comBlogger499125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-63031732624447191482012-08-20T12:20:00.000-04:002012-08-20T12:23:20.728-04:00Today I Feel Like WritingI'm afraid to say that Pinterest replaced all my internet addictions the past little while and I haven't even missed the blogging world...until now. Today, I feel like writing.<br />
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I've been hesitant to return to the ol' blog because I feel like I have to play catch up on all that's gone on in my life so far this year and that's way too overwhelming. I think I can sum up the last 8 months in one word: wevisitedpittsburghandsaltlaketheboysdidgreatinschoolandgotawards-fortheirawesomenessandallthreeofthemarereadingbeyondtheirgrade-<br />
levelandlotsoffamilyvisitedParkergotbaptizedIpickeduptheukulele-<br />
SpencerstheyoungmenpresidentIwenttogirlscampagainandlovedit-theboysplayedsoccerandlearnedtoswimandParkerevenlovestojump-offthedivingboardinthedeependunassistedandlotsofotherthingsthat-<br />
Ican'tthinkofrightnow. <br />
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School starts this week for all of my boys. Parker starts 3rd, Reid 1st, and Gray starts all day kindergarten this year. He doesn't turn five until the end of September. The kindergarten cut off is October 1st and his birthday is Septemeber 27th. I was a little hesitant about him being the youngest kid in school, but he is already reading and his Preschool teachers strongly encouraged it. When it comes down to it, I really feel like he is ready. So off he goes.<br />
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I'd like to say I was jumping for joy at all the free time. I had big plans when all my kids were in school all day. I was going to score five stars on every song on Just Dance on my Wii, hire a personal trainer to get the rest of my baby weight off (can I still call it baby weight if I haven't had a baby in 5 years?), catch up on all the TV I've missed the past eight years of my life, and even get a Masters degree. But as it turns out, I think I'll do something lame like substitute teaching. Bleh. <br />
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Park and Reid start Wednesday and Gray starts Monday. If you hear a little cheer on Monday morning, it's just me. I'll try to keep my celebration under control. everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-19057476753945389822012-01-05T09:33:00.002-05:002012-01-05T09:38:56.384-05:00Year End LetterI almost hate to say goodbye to 2011. 2011 was good to me (despite the fact that I turned 30). I ended the year much, much happier (and twenty pounds lighter) than I began it. <br />
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Some of the highlights for me:<br />
<ul><li>The previously mentioned weight loss.</li>
<li>Plus the even greater weight of depression lifted. It feels good to be happy. </li>
<li>Spencer started teaching (as a grad student) at OSU. </li>
<li>We got rid of the last of our baby stuff. </li>
<li>The kids started at a new school this year. It's an improvement from the last school on so many levels.</li>
<li>All three boys are in school.</li>
<li>I made new friends. </li>
<li>I surprised myself with how much I loved girls camp as an adult (I hated it as a youth).</li>
<li>I re-claimed my love for motherhood. </li>
<li>Spence and I both had a brother get married. We happily welcomed two great sister-in-laws and enjoyed the time visiting family.</li>
<li>I fell in love with Chicago while Spencer was there speaking at a conference. I hope we can find an excuse to live there one day. </li>
<li>And all of the little things along the way made for a great 2011...so I'll include way too many pictures that I failed to post while I was too busy living the good life to update my blog.</li>
</ul><div style="text-align: center;">Holiday baking with new friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo2Xgk10wiCG25SVSJyH6fGUgZwUtRyDjg4kKbAIUpX6l9BHeYNsEhjdWntUzjUCdiLi27D67DNdsfRmpRdhT5aCwJU_0AL5RJiq7XTFItbvJy2rzCp5GERhRbgg2FLxywvPaG8mE0UfV/s1600/cookies.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo2Xgk10wiCG25SVSJyH6fGUgZwUtRyDjg4kKbAIUpX6l9BHeYNsEhjdWntUzjUCdiLi27D67DNdsfRmpRdhT5aCwJU_0AL5RJiq7XTFItbvJy2rzCp5GERhRbgg2FLxywvPaG8mE0UfV/s400/cookies.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Girls Camp</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SlwvUqAqXIBDXfGTwDyx9KyM7okWnAnZoyUJieie9moPNJeQZGdbJoROlOSDxvVl1S3iRPSGLanZbkzQaI25qkYGTccMtoX98mwecCKGMMbdzIUt4RuEY4dKMCppDjhOta49rKFqd2rq/s1600/camp.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5SlwvUqAqXIBDXfGTwDyx9KyM7okWnAnZoyUJieie9moPNJeQZGdbJoROlOSDxvVl1S3iRPSGLanZbkzQaI25qkYGTccMtoX98mwecCKGMMbdzIUt4RuEY4dKMCppDjhOta49rKFqd2rq/s400/camp.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Santa Maria </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgDQIa-VuQVkpBxo1acjpIV6ZEcARXmMDaN0QliI0YNUUKWBn5XfRZRe4ytyPiiKTmKkawyiFlCz4sFzR2quYBJVNFiD7MmuJvr37HrcPGr5IKPM2fSRs3qMUJ1B10s-TNfdQcrFMPBF-/s1600/summer+fun2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDgDQIa-VuQVkpBxo1acjpIV6ZEcARXmMDaN0QliI0YNUUKWBn5XfRZRe4ytyPiiKTmKkawyiFlCz4sFzR2quYBJVNFiD7MmuJvr37HrcPGr5IKPM2fSRs3qMUJ1B10s-TNfdQcrFMPBF-/s400/summer+fun2.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Summer Fun </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6UiT20HbHP-YgpmCm6LzjIruOWG5K3hbG-diFFTc5d0F9Z2CBFqpcncIh-y5rNwpcWRUw8ZaBYRXoNTH8ZmRuTtopccTDwJEiyuuAe7v7OCXqdm_aIlRVrXn4BwoIGMASaXs3ZVcmD06/s1600/summer+fun1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6UiT20HbHP-YgpmCm6LzjIruOWG5K3hbG-diFFTc5d0F9Z2CBFqpcncIh-y5rNwpcWRUw8ZaBYRXoNTH8ZmRuTtopccTDwJEiyuuAe7v7OCXqdm_aIlRVrXn4BwoIGMASaXs3ZVcmD06/s400/summer+fun1.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">80's Kareoke Night</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv8n2g4OlU3kVjWYVdJRjPoaRz7XVcsE2I6VVZjlvIv_Q0HPtYfEO5244t-XNVEj0VIkCazJwasKMki58wB1FW33dv9g9sxzQR5rLZiDHgtTJbSsglL1HHQDT3BAwb9lcTrEhS5z59TNC/s1600/80s.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHv8n2g4OlU3kVjWYVdJRjPoaRz7XVcsE2I6VVZjlvIv_Q0HPtYfEO5244t-XNVEj0VIkCazJwasKMki58wB1FW33dv9g9sxzQR5rLZiDHgtTJbSsglL1HHQDT3BAwb9lcTrEhS5z59TNC/s400/80s.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Running around downtown</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiSc_PGcl-deTQh3Fc_-W8ctC5AK-_qv6sa6OtrZ_qkNeBArFLNDtqeNUYnX11CjWm6OHYsk83fpXjyHhuad5JOr8Hmih6cnAN0AwwgTRO5pcxyjUgjDZbzRqD7j0d4xkGBV_FN4Lxu2A/s1600/summer+fun.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaiSc_PGcl-deTQh3Fc_-W8ctC5AK-_qv6sa6OtrZ_qkNeBArFLNDtqeNUYnX11CjWm6OHYsk83fpXjyHhuad5JOr8Hmih6cnAN0AwwgTRO5pcxyjUgjDZbzRqD7j0d4xkGBV_FN4Lxu2A/s400/summer+fun.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soccer Season </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtF4ZugSDOO7wyy8NRTWhLQXIrnOZnfFZ1rmoPyUHir6wFeIo7FdLG8fRq6R2Cz41VKLc2yZFSOUbsQ0cUwJjVtOTm-AkTMSbnwL1QtGt63Qh5KNmtPX8Hr-Uqv2dgdgVOouaTFcix0I4/s1600/soccer.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmtF4ZugSDOO7wyy8NRTWhLQXIrnOZnfFZ1rmoPyUHir6wFeIo7FdLG8fRq6R2Cz41VKLc2yZFSOUbsQ0cUwJjVtOTm-AkTMSbnwL1QtGt63Qh5KNmtPX8Hr-Uqv2dgdgVOouaTFcix0I4/s400/soccer.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Zoo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3j3OKqq4Eqk4XM84uW0ny8s1ZW8N-D2R2tNVG19HqRTBUJlEaHftGPLB6HygXuE2OoIjHMZ_AJde-XmTrCKfHchZAtmErd5qJViZl_u2-0wMpQ0qmNsnZXPyLsUyh-_0NkS9HPDu6Fro/s1600/zoo.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3j3OKqq4Eqk4XM84uW0ny8s1ZW8N-D2R2tNVG19HqRTBUJlEaHftGPLB6HygXuE2OoIjHMZ_AJde-XmTrCKfHchZAtmErd5qJViZl_u2-0wMpQ0qmNsnZXPyLsUyh-_0NkS9HPDu6Fro/s400/zoo.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Playing in the Mud</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6Gs75Xy1pc5jiHmn5BFtF2iUQQB8CXD8M_oKaHTt5jtqYkEB0r5Q2WMRNg7_Ta6fkqTdWHtjqoetUVAJCbl1ZS9dlYsGoGQxV3wyPAJWlHhjhvoUqggrGB5DjLIY7tW4LpDuMwP6itXH/s1600/mud.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs6Gs75Xy1pc5jiHmn5BFtF2iUQQB8CXD8M_oKaHTt5jtqYkEB0r5Q2WMRNg7_Ta6fkqTdWHtjqoetUVAJCbl1ZS9dlYsGoGQxV3wyPAJWlHhjhvoUqggrGB5DjLIY7tW4LpDuMwP6itXH/s400/mud.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Lightsaber Duals Before Church </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pSL5SZxJKJ2tDTA1l7DIO5h5apS_XUL6vPKXOdV8h8Q2ZFRho4iB0AUuR0Ylb5PfeI5x-1G3o02Ffr85V_bMi0fFAgWjEldqGhXXJ2kA3OalntqyXzvih5s5F80KrSusCR3tOGM-nPwr/s1600/sunday.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7pSL5SZxJKJ2tDTA1l7DIO5h5apS_XUL6vPKXOdV8h8Q2ZFRho4iB0AUuR0Ylb5PfeI5x-1G3o02Ffr85V_bMi0fFAgWjEldqGhXXJ2kA3OalntqyXzvih5s5F80KrSusCR3tOGM-nPwr/s400/sunday.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Taking Flat Stanley on a tour of OSU for our cousin </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HfjLVMs4tqVMIHWHhbhoGQ5O-dTn0segAzVHMfYwFnp6JUJBJEDDEjKLxrcZCw1i_UwXzTZoGZ7D472Bzp8y4xjA28ZXcNTtRokXq5ccDjFQvVUzLZTugZgda_gebBa8__i_k3o4ndDd/s1600/stanley.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0HfjLVMs4tqVMIHWHhbhoGQ5O-dTn0segAzVHMfYwFnp6JUJBJEDDEjKLxrcZCw1i_UwXzTZoGZ7D472Bzp8y4xjA28ZXcNTtRokXq5ccDjFQvVUzLZTugZgda_gebBa8__i_k3o4ndDd/s400/stanley.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Columbus Museum of Art </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe46vCk3raZTBlcp72I3JDJZmQkyX4l4Mcjkw26LjR8WjifJOt5ciORVlQ-qdvy7WzC1vREtWW3iyySzAQSSw_KphqcMLgVW5DiyBv9vinO9DA1YDCSsxObQgIG8v4BjbZqSAg4rF6PGF/s1600/cma.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZe46vCk3raZTBlcp72I3JDJZmQkyX4l4Mcjkw26LjR8WjifJOt5ciORVlQ-qdvy7WzC1vREtWW3iyySzAQSSw_KphqcMLgVW5DiyBv9vinO9DA1YDCSsxObQgIG8v4BjbZqSAg4rF6PGF/s400/cma.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Exploring Chicago </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9p5NahloBR1X8XxWc5bf1GCet2_U3nd4bjEiO5lRpcFQ09cRFKh7NKHX4PHpVg1zqW-xsyxZXJhVg6_JDdKAC56XOoXET_J4EHHeJq3J_g0LFYPTJ_HGVwh1FTvhyh-rMZYiSWUWexCri/s1600/chicago.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9p5NahloBR1X8XxWc5bf1GCet2_U3nd4bjEiO5lRpcFQ09cRFKh7NKHX4PHpVg1zqW-xsyxZXJhVg6_JDdKAC56XOoXET_J4EHHeJq3J_g0LFYPTJ_HGVwh1FTvhyh-rMZYiSWUWexCri/s400/chicago.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mf8XjLK-VySlwxUdlmm0MasPtel_Ok4G-nM5T21AXlFe_3mEce8S3B1H5EcJK8z-yxv25kOp5VDFKVEEsBVbqilKW5h90smWFEFtQ5-te1qVtNSG-m0GwZyQB03528ptNxOP0FCYn6jC/s1600/christmas.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4mf8XjLK-VySlwxUdlmm0MasPtel_Ok4G-nM5T21AXlFe_3mEce8S3B1H5EcJK8z-yxv25kOp5VDFKVEEsBVbqilKW5h90smWFEFtQ5-te1qVtNSG-m0GwZyQB03528ptNxOP0FCYn6jC/s400/christmas.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Birthdays (I think I posted pictures of Reid and Parker's) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUYwmXH7WSMjuSQpZm7OePfdwDTjy7wn79SW1g8aSlR1oxgEN7Q66yiEXFh8o9U1Vo870WZj5Dbk7KH4PaZdeCIONfYHXppVHJo3k5R7Idyc1n5Xjai3li31dY5nqMZNwe1PtJk2J_aHd/s1600/birthdays.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkUYwmXH7WSMjuSQpZm7OePfdwDTjy7wn79SW1g8aSlR1oxgEN7Q66yiEXFh8o9U1Vo870WZj5Dbk7KH4PaZdeCIONfYHXppVHJo3k5R7Idyc1n5Xjai3li31dY5nqMZNwe1PtJk2J_aHd/s400/birthdays.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Apple and Pumpkin Picking</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOG8IETo0hWQKDS-PHOLuNd_agRfbSLJtkRP6lxlSYufu0t6I27jvpQjKnIwQeBxeBUEdPWqiA_h_FxbhpB0Op3X6yjnoD8jpTKh1gYlOhXITvSnQLxxR959JxTBY5Tg7qoLbEO2LYAAKE/s1600/apples.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOG8IETo0hWQKDS-PHOLuNd_agRfbSLJtkRP6lxlSYufu0t6I27jvpQjKnIwQeBxeBUEdPWqiA_h_FxbhpB0Op3X6yjnoD8jpTKh1gYlOhXITvSnQLxxR959JxTBY5Tg7qoLbEO2LYAAKE/s400/apples.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Winter Concert at School </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy27bA8m-rVE66ZdVs9jlzs9oSLsvGbSKv78royfRhHRiyVEjVvC4yYefn_koJ108x5fL6JqwgXbo4BHwaPaloNIbIyaMye0khK3hJzNy1m14lrOV-ZfpMIYA3xOmbWauHOz3DwBh06eoq/s1600/school.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy27bA8m-rVE66ZdVs9jlzs9oSLsvGbSKv78royfRhHRiyVEjVvC4yYefn_koJ108x5fL6JqwgXbo4BHwaPaloNIbIyaMye0khK3hJzNy1m14lrOV-ZfpMIYA3xOmbWauHOz3DwBh06eoq/s400/school.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">An unplanned twin day </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiJHkyrNtuNjw07uQVvm5SHI48jvp-0gZCYWgxALHqYfxnacT98I9TJl-imhz8a6ckaJvQBqeO7N_r3tUZ6yEojk_p0wX2FMjWWSq_2FbvzH-N28BhDbrvuqwZ7Ga49yLZ6P7A-24YCn_/s1600/twins.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioiJHkyrNtuNjw07uQVvm5SHI48jvp-0gZCYWgxALHqYfxnacT98I9TJl-imhz8a6ckaJvQBqeO7N_r3tUZ6yEojk_p0wX2FMjWWSq_2FbvzH-N28BhDbrvuqwZ7Ga49yLZ6P7A-24YCn_/s400/twins.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Playing in the Fountain </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2DVGNFFc0cOIAR-aIhn5pHJVr6wzLWooACVlrkmCSzkqGXmiKyAcOdwZGC4kQW1sATWmAiniP4FuS0vvROC99aMGoG6SXTI0Cwoc4Xfrvf2M1MqzlNDl9IqYpOxupNSaSdTOcpzmFr7m/s1600/fountain.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb2DVGNFFc0cOIAR-aIhn5pHJVr6wzLWooACVlrkmCSzkqGXmiKyAcOdwZGC4kQW1sATWmAiniP4FuS0vvROC99aMGoG6SXTI0Cwoc4Xfrvf2M1MqzlNDl9IqYpOxupNSaSdTOcpzmFr7m/s400/fountain.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;">New Years Eve</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lwvEQP4ytZx-s3SOYeI7j5kihdQt3vQCbPq1E1chwfcaUpOFB9bHiYIIfgCPsaDEVYyyiDMsug485Zfz_u_h7bJjQQ1mdPnYCP11kEOv6w_NXGfNq1QxXLTLuPF6W0l1QxWh0mTsF5On/s1600/NYE.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lwvEQP4ytZx-s3SOYeI7j5kihdQt3vQCbPq1E1chwfcaUpOFB9bHiYIIfgCPsaDEVYyyiDMsug485Zfz_u_h7bJjQQ1mdPnYCP11kEOv6w_NXGfNq1QxXLTLuPF6W0l1QxWh0mTsF5On/s400/NYE.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>We ended the year the same way we rang it in...in the company of good friends. Here's to 2012 bringing even more happiness and adventures!everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-81367086686288282792011-11-17T12:06:00.000-05:002011-11-17T12:06:04.713-05:00Last NightI asked my kids what they want to be when they grow up.<br />
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Parker: An architect.<br />
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Reid: A spy chef. (Whatever that is.)<br />
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Grayden: A mummy. I'm gonna need a <i>lot</i> of toilet paper. Or, a zombie. A real, live zombie. I'm gonna be so awesome when I grow up.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-34512061213658173422011-11-10T19:50:00.000-05:002011-11-10T19:50:30.053-05:00You better watch out.As of today, my kids are officially, prematurely excited about Christmas. <br />
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Carols were sung.<br />
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Elves were being hunted.<br />
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Speculations were being made about the jolly fat man himself. <br />
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And only two days after I posted Halloween pictures. everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-67185352071578632682011-11-08T11:40:00.002-05:002011-11-08T11:46:26.047-05:00Breaking the Silence...to bring you this years Halloween costumes.<br />
<i><span style="font-size: x-small;">(I have more interesting thing to write about, but this one is for you Carrie.)</span></i><br />
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I have to say, Halloween is one of those times I am so grateful for a houseful of boys. It would make me sad to limit my costume making to variations of tutu's and fairy wings year after year. Boys have the coolest costumes. They're my favorite thing to make. I get to be creative and use unique fabrics and materials. Plus, because they're just for Halloween, I don't worry myself about linings or perfect seams. It's just pure fun. <br />
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Here they are (a little late): <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Wolverine</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHFgwhD3-gy5UxwSOE2R67Hf6YpKpEq8gqbFDVcIzScvt9rgITrjZZHEeTXlWpA_bCwSDqUGRVHv4x4KQM3vZqaXKKJD0jxXnAonAREo8jDJu6RBgPkz9cNekNR1YzcY0Jela7fCE2-Yb/s1600/wolverine2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqHFgwhD3-gy5UxwSOE2R67Hf6YpKpEq8gqbFDVcIzScvt9rgITrjZZHEeTXlWpA_bCwSDqUGRVHv4x4KQM3vZqaXKKJD0jxXnAonAREo8jDJu6RBgPkz9cNekNR1YzcY0Jela7fCE2-Yb/s400/wolverine2.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Cyclops</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwuEWX2UGeoj3FmaIkfvIJKI4dnN782zzQzir4QB9hV0-vAi-piwO0ffrG6X3KPgkSaXuyrMy_27Mjl2Vbr2dIM2d2XbVAjcaDx7psUXVGDkICVd6JNSOMLDXsSh_UT-Ks0z24ERjK8sGc/s1600/cyclops2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwuEWX2UGeoj3FmaIkfvIJKI4dnN782zzQzir4QB9hV0-vAi-piwO0ffrG6X3KPgkSaXuyrMy_27Mjl2Vbr2dIM2d2XbVAjcaDx7psUXVGDkICVd6JNSOMLDXsSh_UT-Ks0z24ERjK8sGc/s400/cyclops2.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Night Crawler</b></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRMsJvkYtBaZcXA07hPimOtzuGIGgCuOZgQ_p6uYZH8D7F6LC0PyD55hcxEOaAlRZ6gm29iiVmUeSBy1eAYOluURpwZQgDDS3f08Phvh6tZorpPztiMolxPFxFINEccrpCKf93D9T6ZNV/s1600/nightcrawler2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaRMsJvkYtBaZcXA07hPimOtzuGIGgCuOZgQ_p6uYZH8D7F6LC0PyD55hcxEOaAlRZ6gm29iiVmUeSBy1eAYOluURpwZQgDDS3f08Phvh6tZorpPztiMolxPFxFINEccrpCKf93D9T6ZNV/s400/nightcrawler2.jpg" width="400" /></a></b></span></div><br />
Can you even tell which one is my kid and which is from the X-Men movie? Not hardly.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-25198040520964330352011-10-07T14:59:00.002-04:002011-10-07T14:59:21.465-04:00Overheard...Parker (to Reid): You don't know what a spa is?! It's the place people go and put pickles on their eyes. everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-36022840465044465492011-10-04T14:49:00.001-04:002011-10-04T15:00:08.865-04:00Great Gatsby!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Can't repeat the past?... Why of course you can!"<br />
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, <i>The Great Gatsby</i> <br />
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Did I mention I threw myself a 30th birthday bash? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It started with an invitation inviting all to celebrate the last weekend in my 'Roaring 20's.'</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have to say I was a little disappointed in the turn out. I blame myself. I should have known that most of my friends wouldn't buy in to a costume party. But it's not like I would have kicked them out for showing up sans costume. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Plus, it was Labor Day weekend.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">All the more reason to thank my friends who did come to humor me...with or without costume. Thanks friends. It was a great night!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Hosts</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0jUazTd8F_XLwePfskRH7sHtJ3MgxfKOPaa3wYrMqxeeHzNcS2qUh47w7oioFhqtoQ-xmbdvsN3gku0hA0chMWeE9B0VipiuJpEOpBZdbTFdKYJSCESJV4BxPJkp8OBiJt3hX31uZQXu/s1600/15.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG0jUazTd8F_XLwePfskRH7sHtJ3MgxfKOPaa3wYrMqxeeHzNcS2qUh47w7oioFhqtoQ-xmbdvsN3gku0hA0chMWeE9B0VipiuJpEOpBZdbTFdKYJSCESJV4BxPJkp8OBiJt3hX31uZQXu/s400/15.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(I should really include these two as hosts, too. It was at their house. They braved the sweltering heat to help set up. And Autumn was full of great ideas. Thanks you two.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kngmJHyCQy7dkLQ9_AVSLAky2LebYxIc13LMmOjoA81a24nwNlwvIscmjUjOrhx6S7xs14lBF-AKVqtlA-2pB7D772O1eOWE8Oa5vmydCDt5SwT7K5z2ka13kPp6vFQ-Vc-EODxSAOja/s1600/16.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1kngmJHyCQy7dkLQ9_AVSLAky2LebYxIc13LMmOjoA81a24nwNlwvIscmjUjOrhx6S7xs14lBF-AKVqtlA-2pB7D772O1eOWE8Oa5vmydCDt5SwT7K5z2ka13kPp6vFQ-Vc-EODxSAOja/s400/16.JPG" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Friends</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9diz11ifa0B_q4nTGezW2mHbCmn6EjxJJEeDyK5RyM7L1G8aPdrTD-JbHGoUMEjsSopuHci1lUl4uM5-8jXlDLkBCW9DNkLUtP1ObUJ4ANy6x4dE3VcMnKehG28lNamiHudX33_lv_9UK/s1600/9.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9diz11ifa0B_q4nTGezW2mHbCmn6EjxJJEeDyK5RyM7L1G8aPdrTD-JbHGoUMEjsSopuHci1lUl4uM5-8jXlDLkBCW9DNkLUtP1ObUJ4ANy6x4dE3VcMnKehG28lNamiHudX33_lv_9UK/s400/9.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Family</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVNMrBdk74CawDFdXR56CXJXZ3c4eX-oZSnMxyWM8jnrdWkB3K15tk8GXZW2hbxhl3jkEw4uqfQrEbnquIgT103DpjZ4KsiblnPhIU-hibaw4ny1gKoNF5tfo5MQ0tk_0pzyR9ROnoiJYh/s1600/8.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVNMrBdk74CawDFdXR56CXJXZ3c4eX-oZSnMxyWM8jnrdWkB3K15tk8GXZW2hbxhl3jkEw4uqfQrEbnquIgT103DpjZ4KsiblnPhIU-hibaw4ny1gKoNF5tfo5MQ0tk_0pzyR9ROnoiJYh/s400/8.jpg" width="400" /></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Food</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWTc5XYhw7CirvuwWxmEtXQKaT9qbYcDv5OQ-7qQY8ngdUFLfioBRqTZyuUSzI_cNVCLP08btMqnjTC-ctuDBSrTskozQ0znfEiewI4RHUsBLNd3gFBM_R5PWYsokZy3EvMHow6b8FFcU/s1600/10.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBWTc5XYhw7CirvuwWxmEtXQKaT9qbYcDv5OQ-7qQY8ngdUFLfioBRqTZyuUSzI_cNVCLP08btMqnjTC-ctuDBSrTskozQ0znfEiewI4RHUsBLNd3gFBM_R5PWYsokZy3EvMHow6b8FFcU/s400/10.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Girls</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5CcSenu2AAyRPKJQatdDOyuK5Lt1ahyDhiTtO_yLD0X2Fp75KMt8qD605IgYVIfXPwRLwW3P72Nqqx3aIEQsmoYpPLYDHWH1tAIm9jumVTwYg4iygeZKdMNXfTGeQb0s7bAPx2QMqep3/s1600/11.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5CcSenu2AAyRPKJQatdDOyuK5Lt1ahyDhiTtO_yLD0X2Fp75KMt8qD605IgYVIfXPwRLwW3P72Nqqx3aIEQsmoYpPLYDHWH1tAIm9jumVTwYg4iygeZKdMNXfTGeQb0s7bAPx2QMqep3/s400/11.jpg" width="300" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> The Men</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(I love the progression of these pictures) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCjvHFlAFx1cmAvW_SXgdGRY1xSAja7j5GGmO7FfVPfWqBhG21FUeS2eU6Rm7ounYMK7UeaE2LN5ukjVN03MEH6TlKfWi-Ex2dQ1F20H5nKIZ6aE_vAgFus1z1zA8At1OFkJZLx1bOY9v/s1600/12.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBCjvHFlAFx1cmAvW_SXgdGRY1xSAja7j5GGmO7FfVPfWqBhG21FUeS2eU6Rm7ounYMK7UeaE2LN5ukjVN03MEH6TlKfWi-Ex2dQ1F20H5nKIZ6aE_vAgFus1z1zA8At1OFkJZLx1bOY9v/s400/12.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Details</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKi47YlWoKiioxbZ2Bcwu4NJJrFtzyvx5oRmM96ju9UAeYjH1besK_YT8fMPCh9uSSnysqhSA1wyMII8tsLNM3-IDcZswJfdnV0yQ8l6OYGKl4qCE4cC7qa9nx9RovLtqSWWyUUMUC_jla/s1600/7.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKi47YlWoKiioxbZ2Bcwu4NJJrFtzyvx5oRmM96ju9UAeYjH1besK_YT8fMPCh9uSSnysqhSA1wyMII8tsLNM3-IDcZswJfdnV0yQ8l6OYGKl4qCE4cC7qa9nx9RovLtqSWWyUUMUC_jla/s400/7.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The Dancing</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXm8qWCLEjZ7rbgDSEOcwOmUWqhCQGHi3ccF14xyq_eYvCZfYrhFWYBpOuACPtpNGF4gCdTlYyjVWSoYpX8eEG8frVxgla1cg-QOOOMTYkcls8Ag8qOH0STaroliNBLLO4BGn43-Le_HX/s1600/14.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpXm8qWCLEjZ7rbgDSEOcwOmUWqhCQGHi3ccF14xyq_eYvCZfYrhFWYBpOuACPtpNGF4gCdTlYyjVWSoYpX8eEG8frVxgla1cg-QOOOMTYkcls8Ag8qOH0STaroliNBLLO4BGn43-Le_HX/s400/14.jpg" width="400" /></a> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've been wanting an excuse to throw a 20's party for years. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was the perfect night for it (aside from the crazy humidity that day.) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thanks again to my friends who made the night for me.</div><span id="goog_171703684"></span><span id="goog_171703685"></span>everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-78698016502684774342011-09-16T15:47:00.001-04:002011-09-16T15:54:30.330-04:00I have a problem with fall...Problem being...I love it too much.<br />
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Fall isn't even officially here yet, but once labor day hits it's all fall clothes for me. There's no turning back. I've already worn tights, loafers, cardigans, scarves, tweed skirts, plaid shirts and today, I even busted out my swede boots from their summer hibernation. Luckily, temperatures in Ohio have been conducive to this type of clothing. And I'm loving every second of it.<br />
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Potato soup is stewing.<br />
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Welcome fall. Stay as long as you like.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-84553792319862652252011-09-13T17:13:00.000-04:002011-09-13T17:13:43.857-04:00Making EyesDo you ever sneeze right after applying mascara and the still-fresh mascara from your lashes ends up all over your eyelids?<br />
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Oh you don't?<br />
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Yeah. Me neither.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-14269095135464028882011-09-12T12:26:00.002-04:002011-09-12T13:43:51.846-04:00On Aging...At library story time few weeks ago, someone said to me, "Are those your boys? You don't look old enough to have kids that age."<br />
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At first I took it as a compliment. But then I thought...does that ever get said to young people? I'm now old enough to warrant that kind of comment.<br />
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Later that same week I walked into a clothing store. A girl I would have considered in my same age category (actually, I would have guessed she was even a little older) called me "ma'am." "Ma'am!" Do I look like a "ma'am?" I hope not. <br />
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My self esteem was redeemed when I walked into Madewell...my new favorite place to window shop. A well dressed man complimented me on my style. It's always a better compliment when it comes from someone well dressed.<br />
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I did in fact, turn THIRTY last week. Yikes. I'm not sure how much I'm enjoying being 30, but the day itself was great. My friends and family treated me well. And to top it off I dropped Gray off at school and had a full three hours to spend my birthday money...all alone...in the middle of the day. It was heaven. <br />
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Thanks all for making turning thirty a little easier. <br />
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...party pictures coming soon...everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-81370253578470883262011-09-06T17:44:00.000-04:002011-09-06T17:44:33.363-04:00School DaysIt's back to school time here...just like every where else in the blogosphere. I had been unhappy with the boys assigned school and transferred them to a new school this year.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sD2IFPnym8Pq0K8OAsoxxQtskUUPfOsXzNiDPkDKBa8yifMXk91Jftkoo0JKowVTSWiCe3b3Mb4xAuSeTqcnOx_KczkkQu4F1tb8p-quH3Plqdn02N1npACV9gUbOXY6Z3Oi2zMiMBzM/s1600/GRAY.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4sD2IFPnym8Pq0K8OAsoxxQtskUUPfOsXzNiDPkDKBa8yifMXk91Jftkoo0JKowVTSWiCe3b3Mb4xAuSeTqcnOx_KczkkQu4F1tb8p-quH3Plqdn02N1npACV9gUbOXY6Z3Oi2zMiMBzM/s320/GRAY.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>And as luck would have it, this new school has a special needs preschool. Gray got chosen to be a peer model for the afternoon preschool class (which means FREE preschool). I've heard it's nearly impossible to get your kids into this and the waiting list is crazy long. We really lucked out. We're a week into school and his excitement level is still super high. He loves everything about it and made friends quickly. <br />
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The boys love being in the same building. Their classes are all in the same hallway and they pass each other throughout the day...which they love. I have become a mother of all school-aged kids...which I love. The kids all have INCREDIBLE teachers. The parents here are really involved and really friendly. We're falling back into our school day schedule.<br />
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I'm happy. The kids are happy. Things are looking up.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-58913625310889107792011-09-03T09:35:00.001-04:002011-09-03T09:35:54.365-04:00While sitting down to dinner...Reid (throwing his hands in the air): This is my lucky day!!! <br />
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Me: You really like everything we're having for dinner?<br />
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Reid: No. But there's nothing here that makes me barf.<br />
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And that is how to successfully cook a meal for a picky five year old. everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-10739464653003426622011-08-16T16:50:00.004-04:002011-08-16T16:57:17.931-04:00This Is The PlaceThank goodness for in-laws...they take pictures when you accidentally forget to pack your camera on a trip to Utah. <br />
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You know it's a good trip when all you do is over-eat and under-sleep. Spencer's youngest brother got married down in St. George. It's been a full three years since we've seen his family. We were way past due for a visit.<br />
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I really have nothing bad to say about this trip. The wedding reception was a lot of fun. Down time at the house and by the pool was perfect. The trip included late nights, good talks, crazy games, the best ice cream, cousins galore, too many trampolines, not enough sleep, daily outings, delicious doughnuts and lots and lots of laughter. <br />
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There's no way we can can make it another three years. The kids are still asking to move to Utah and are making plans to buys houses out there when they're grown.<br />
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I'm happy to be a Smith. It's a great family to be a part of. everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-83375595257353210362011-07-25T13:02:00.000-04:002011-07-25T13:02:57.417-04:00Birthday MagicParker turned seven earlier this month. As per usual, we packed our day with birthday fun. <br />
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After opening presents and fulfilling a birthday breakfast request, we spent the rest of the morning putting together Lego sets and practicing magic tricks (Grandma Benson sent him a magic set for his birthday and I hate to brag, but I'm pretty sure I'm the best magician in the house). <br />
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Then I whipped up some cow costumes (thanks to Autumn and her generous donation of a lifetime supply of felt) and we headed to Chik-fil-a for cow appreciation day. (I'm ticked I didn't take any pictures.) Then off to Target for more Star Wars Legos courtesy of Grandma and Grandpa Smith. <br />
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We hustled home to change for a trip to Zoombezi Bay. (No pictures again...who wants to worry about a camera at a water park?) I've always been hesitant to take the kids to a water park so young, but it was a blast. Parker was tall enough for every water slide. And Reid could ride a few. But they were mostly content to shuffle between the wave pool, the lazy river and the kid section. <br />
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We came home for some late night cake and sparklers left over from the 4th. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOC6JsP1sX5YRpSoLiCJuLAHRwmAqTwWQk_LfEYdJJmfOYcFoBoppKsK00WVEA-q6gOvncjuXepuAsslua-iWOgmr8tbMwg_dEciITVIPDsQd6eC6LDqGREuL9SevyhqsaQ1MaVBReYwfZ/s1600/IMG_1715.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOC6JsP1sX5YRpSoLiCJuLAHRwmAqTwWQk_LfEYdJJmfOYcFoBoppKsK00WVEA-q6gOvncjuXepuAsslua-iWOgmr8tbMwg_dEciITVIPDsQd6eC6LDqGREuL9SevyhqsaQ1MaVBReYwfZ/s320/IMG_1715.JPG" width="320" /> </a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">(50 points to anyone who can tell me which location from Star Wars Parker requested for a birthday cake.) </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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Parker is everything you would hope for a seven year old to be. He's a very bright kid and can apply his smarts to all parts of his life. He's observant, inventive, and precise. He's helpful at home...even when I don't ask it of him. And I can always count on him for a job well done. He's a responsible kid with all the traits of an oldest child. I love watching him grow up. everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-19264795715048695722011-07-13T14:47:00.004-04:002011-07-13T17:20:09.188-04:00Do you remember?Y'r'member when I used to be a regular in the blogosphere? That was awesome. (To be read like Chris Farley in <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jNBIyGxV7Ek">this</a> interview)<br />
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I've been trying to figure out why I used to blog so often and now I can't seem to make time for it, even though I still love it. I came up with a few things.<br />
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One, I'm busy. Who isn't? And to top it off my kids are past napping age now. Bummer. Big time.<br />
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Two, my kids are growing up (hence the no naps). Park turned seven last week and Gray is almost four. That's right my friends, my baby is almost four. Reid is sandwiched right in between at five and a half. I realize that's not so old, but old enough that we go about our daily business without any blog-worthy catastrophes. We can hop in the car and all three kids can buckle their own seats belts. My purse is just a purse...no wipes, no sippie cups, no fruit snacks. There have been a couple times this summer I've braved taking all three kids grocery shopping... an outing I would expect to generate a great story. Nothing. We went, we shopped, we left. That doesn't make for a good blog post at all. I used to turn to my kids for inspiration for writing. Now I'm lacking that inspiration.<br />
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Three, I'm a happier person these days...which is a direct result of number two (not <i>that</i> number two, the other number two). I can't tell you how happy I am not to have really little kids anymore. I went through quite a dark phase. It lasted about three years...and by dark I mean I really struggled to get out of bed. I didn't want to face my days. I spent too much of the past three years in tears. I think I'm coming out of it. I haven't had that kind of a breakdown in months and it feels good. I'm glad my kids are growing up. I think when I was depressed I needed blogging...it helped me focus on the good and the funny in my rough days. Seriously, I think blogging really helped me make it through. I don't need it like I used to. I love it, but don't need it...making it fall lower on my priority list. (Also, I hate to admit this, but more time with my family and less time on the computer contributes to my happiness.)<br />
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Four, my camera is failing on me. I'll try to catch up on summer fun at some point, but pictures will be limited.<br />
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One of these days I'm going to think up something great to write about (and find the time to write about it) and it's going to knock your socks off.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-29580168480884261472011-06-10T14:59:00.001-04:002011-06-10T15:13:38.532-04:00A day in the life...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>I've been dying to share pictures from our family photo shoot last month. It's taking some serious restraint not to post all 300 pictures, but we only had ten of them edited. I love them! Thanks to Laura from <a href="http://2qstudios.com/">2Q Studios</a>. <br />
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We haven't had family pictures in years. I'm glad we finally have this time in our lives captured on film.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-73235441544432428452011-05-31T15:19:00.002-04:002011-05-31T18:05:32.113-04:00I'm pretty sure our family tree produces nuts.Cousins are one of the greatest relationships ever. I used to think it was because you get to be friends with people you wouldn't normally associate with. But after spending time with a lot of my cousins while in Arizona, I've changed my mind. I think I'd choose them all to be my friends.<br />
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Cousins are your earliest friends. They knew you during your awkward phases, poor fashion choices, temper tantrums and perms. Yet at the end of the day, you're still related. I like my cousins even better now that we're mostly grown-ups. As kids you were kind of expected to play with the cousins your age and sometimes you got along and other times you didn't. But now? age gaps are not important.<br />
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A HUGE majority of my cousins on both sides live in Arizona. And thanks to Jeff for getting married, I had them all in one place for a day. I loved having a chance to visit with them (and aunts and uncles and grandmas).<br />
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A handful of my cousins and Aunts (and uncles who ditched the party and chatted in the other room) showed up at my moms house one night after my kids were in bed. Aside from the wedding, it was the highlight of my trip. We played a rowdy game of "In the Manor of the Adverb"; a charade-type game. Spencer had us rolling with his Tyra Banks impression and the 3rd date doorstep scene he acted out with my great aunt Vicki. To be honest, <i>everyone</i> had us rolling. It was a fun night. (Does anyone have pictures? Can you send them my way, please?)<br />
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With cousin visits so few and far between, I kinda forgot how fantastic my extended family is. They really are the greatest.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-33142366851364544762011-05-27T16:21:00.001-04:002011-05-27T16:23:39.368-04:00Holy Matrimony!I have a lot of things I want to remember about my trip to Arizona last week, but there's no way I'm writing them all down in one long blog post. And since I don't know how much I'll really get to, I might as well start with the reason for the trip in the first place.<br />
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My brother Jeffery got married. I knew I would like Olivia and this trip just confirmed it. (Though we had very little time to hang out...it was like she was preoccupied or something.)<br />
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We did get to spend a bit of time standing around my mom's kitchen on the night before the wedding preparing things for the next morning's wedding brunch. Lisa, Mike's fiancee, came down for the weekend, too. Even though I live too far away to hang out with these girls on a regular basis, I have decided having sister-in-laws is pretty much the best thing ever. I've never been part of a family where the girls outnumber the boys (and I suppose if you factor in my boys, the girls are still outnumbered, but they were in bed so they didn't count). I love that our family is expanding and I couldn't be happier to count Lisa and Olivia as sisters. <br />
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Olivia was a stunning bride. Her dress was to die for. And to be honest, I thought it would be all about her. But when the two of them stepped out of the temple after their sealing, I have to say that Jeff held his own next to his beautiful wife. They were a picture perfect bride and groom. Flawless, really. <br />
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<a href="http://andrewjadephoto.blogspot.com/2011/05/olivia-and-jeffrey-part-deux.html">These</a> were taken a few weeks before their wedding so as fantastic as these pictures are, it doesn't quite capture the moment when Jeff and Olivia stepped out of the temple as husband and wife. Those two just radiated eternal happiness at that moment. But you can still get a clear picture of how stylish, hip and fun they are. <br />
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These two are a perfect match and I'm so happy for them both.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-79576170442152562052011-05-06T21:45:00.005-04:002011-05-07T11:57:07.922-04:00Making Up is Hard to DoRaise your hand if you think parenting is hard... Unanimous! Just as I suspected. (If you didn't raise your hand, you're obviously doing something wrong.) I've had a rough go at it the past month... evidenced by my lack of appearances anywhere in the blogosphere lately. I'd like to think that will change soon, but reality tells me it won't. Curse reality! May is jam-packed. Then summer begins. I'm hoping summer brings me a little more face-to-face time with my iMac. We'll play that one by ear.<br />
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We did in fact celebrate Easter with the rest of the world. The boys got some new shirts for church. Is anyone else as grateful as I am that H&M sells cute kids clothes on the cheap? Though I haven't had any luck finding church pants...which is why I made them last year. I failed to take any Easter pictures. After a lovely day at church, we celebrated with good friends and good food.<br />
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We also celebrated Cinco de Mayo in the usual fashion...with good friends and better food. I can say that. I hosted both parties and cooked both meals. I could seriously eat Mexican food every day of my life and never tire of it. I've decided Cinco de Mayo is my favorite holiday. You think that's a joke? Low stress, the BEST food, Mariachi music, fake mustaches. Honestly. How can you top that?<br />
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Well maybe Mother's Day tops it. But Cinco de Mayo is a very close second. Spencer and the boys (but mostly Spencer) pull off the best of Mother's Days. I'm looking forward to it. I could use a day off. Plus Spencer already gave me my gift. And it's a good one. I'm talking Banana Republic good. I guess that settles it. Mother's Day is the best holiday. No one gave me a new skirt for Cinco de Mayo.<br />
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Spencer and I celebrate 9 years of wedded bliss this coming Tuesday. Want to know how we're spending it? At the hospital for Grayden to have surgery. Romantic, huh? He has to have his <a href="http://216.119.98.243/pediatric-ent.php">adenoids</a> removed and tubes put in his ears. Poor kid has been walking around with significant hearing loss in both ears for who knows how long...at least a year. <br />
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Has spring been unseasonably cold everywhere? Or is it just Ohio? There were a couple of days this week that the temperature never rose above the 40's. I seriously haven't even unpacked my summer clothes yet. I'm going to be in for a rude awakening in Arizona in a few weeks. To be honest, I don't mind this weather. I much prefer cold weather clothes. If it weren't for all the rain I'd be fine. The rain has got in they way of spring yard work and our yard is desperately seeking help.<br />
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I had a battle with poison ivy a couple weeks ago. The poison ivy won. I've got it before (it grows rampant out here) but never this bad. Two weeks later and I'm still itching like crazy. <br />
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We're getting our family pictures taken next week. It's only been four and a half years since our last picture, but we decided to go for it anyway. Any suggestions for locations? Or clothes? Local friends...I need your input...what do I wear that makes me look 20 pounds lighter? RUDE! But you're right, that's impossible. Long distance friends...you'll only see the pictures if I come out looking 20 pounds lighter. Or if my hair looks really good that day.<br />
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Does this count for a month worth of missed blog posts? Cause this might be it for a while. (Thanks to Spencer being on a camp out.) And when he gets home tomorrow evening, I'm going out alone. Bra shopping. Your welcome.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-61855019445403960502011-04-22T08:17:00.002-04:002011-04-22T08:19:07.422-04:00Empty Threats<span style="font-size: x-small;">Me:</span> <span style="font-size: large;">Grayden! Go to back to bed or you're in trouble!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Grayden:</span> <span style="font-size: large;">I pick trouble.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">"...and please bless that we won't have to eat green beans..."</span><br />
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Poor kid had to eat his green beans anyway.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-30991909290551086902011-04-04T12:46:00.002-04:002011-04-04T12:49:18.930-04:00OO-EE-OO I look Just Like Buddy HollyAnd ironically, we have the same birthday as well.<br />
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I got new glasses. It's been a few years. Glasses are a fab fashion accessory, but they're kind of annoying to wear. I picked myself out a hip pair of nerd glasses in hopes that it would get me to wear them more often. We'll see how it goes.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-88765563467249908292011-03-30T07:53:00.003-04:002011-03-30T07:55:05.226-04:00Dear March,What's your deal?<br />
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Didn't you read the memo?<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>IN</i></span> like a lion...</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;">...<u>not</u> </span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>OUT</i></span> like a lion.</span><br />
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Sheesh! There's snow in today's forecast. I had no intentions of waking my coat from it's summer hybernation. Yet the weather has been requiring it all week.<br />
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Come on March, it's spring. Get with the program.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-91509853083495528642011-03-29T15:16:00.001-04:002011-04-21T19:58:05.260-04:00The difference between Parker and ReidI make the boys put their own clothes away.<br />
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Parker and Reid share a dresser.<br />
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And again:<br />
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Parker came out of the womb with these intense organizational skills. I remember a time when he was still crawling (so younger than 9 months). He pulled out all my mixing bowls and lined them up by size in an orderly row.<br />
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I don't know where he gets it. Because if I'm being honest, my drawers more closely resemble Reid's.<br />
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I need to put Parker to work on the rest of my house. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>For those of you wondering, Gray is somewhere in between.</i></span>everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237689561850714958.post-74148746824717212062011-03-22T14:26:00.002-04:002011-03-22T14:27:52.843-04:00Who knew...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>...cardboard could look so good.<br />
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I followed <a href="http://kfddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/faux-metallic-letter-tutorial.html">THIS</a> tutorial.everyday katiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16315154839945263291noreply@blogger.com12