tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36624625214322051532024-03-05T03:05:36.428-08:00Nothin' But Love ( and boogers.. and dog hair..)Welcome to our reality of "Happily Ever After".. where dinner's always late-- and the clicker's probably lost.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.comBlogger124125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-5749307698871644112011-04-27T13:47:00.000-07:002011-04-27T15:13:39.710-07:00Vegas..(all together now) BABY!!!So even though I've "Facebooked" the whole album..<br />(muffled grumble from the ever-jealous Blog)<br />for the sake of easy-browsing in a more cozy environment in the future,<br />thought I'd nestle a few shots from our Vegas <br />(BABY! I can't not say it after. It's like an involuntary reaction.)<br />Spring Break trip, here into my<br />"trusty-even-when-abandoned" blog.<br />It just seems like the right thing to do.<br /><br />Let me start by saying I'm a <br />"I love Vegas!"-er..<br />as opposed to the "I hate Vegas!"-ers.<br />I know that within Vegas, of course there exists,<br />the raw,<br />the raunchy,<br />and vomit-laden, <br />if that's what you're after.<br />BUT, how WE do Vegas..<br />which is pool by day,<br />and lit-up-like-a-firecracker with oh-so-much to see Strip by night..<br />we have found it the perfect, exciting, 6-hour by car,<br />sun-shiney get-away.<br />I mean what's NOT fun about THAT??<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxQ6QbtvCUchPabVdiR7vXczkYtXxX5dZ4UZXEoJaTN-a5qJUd56dlmU2Kr2P7ox_kNacVRzH9RlStkM1QPVoghnRdChyphenhyphengV-PuLauDrXew07NmrPVmstSXk1C0Gw-OYU9JeFVDRDUwbap7/s1600/Veas+2011+013.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/AVvXsEhxQ6QbtvCUchPabVdiR7vXczkYtXxX5dZ4UZXEoJaTN-a5qJUd56dlmU2Kr2P7ox_kNacVRzH9RlStkM1QPVoghnRdChyphenhyphengV-PuLauDrXew07NmrPVmstSXk1C0Gw-OYU9JeFVDRDUwbap7/s400/Veas+2011+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600371172674742226" /></a><br />Nothin.<br />That's what.<br />I guess it wouldn't be fun if our kids didn't think it was JUST as cool to hoof it around all night discovering treasures like this:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGbJGMSWZ-C9Tn7zNmwvn98FAPYFvLhdkBWOadGrBwqT60Zk_Z6qoXhOlDUmg4s8OX1vPaqkilED3M60q0d9OPdBeizcpqntUq6FvvEWmD8Ri-a2BoMnt-XiT04UiCZaCfwxWCnmfK2HCC/s1600/Veas+2011+056.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/AVvXsEhGbJGMSWZ-C9Tn7zNmwvn98FAPYFvLhdkBWOadGrBwqT60Zk_Z6qoXhOlDUmg4s8OX1vPaqkilED3M60q0d9OPdBeizcpqntUq6FvvEWmD8Ri-a2BoMnt-XiT04UiCZaCfwxWCnmfK2HCC/s400/Veas+2011+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600372911225484194" /></a><br />but they do!<br /><br />We ate M&M's..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwRaXTAEFY07N6LqL1ZYP68qXDDair3FsAyMRYhEdMAS3W9_r2-tr6_ySK2-TZntjDblSWuYnYWMD4uX8ZOgUJkRiKvyL3T1YCeE4fGL0Y0U9A0MThRjxWLxQDlgnZg8KYZoD9UcYgvl5u/s1600/Veas+2011+005.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/AVvXsEjwRaXTAEFY07N6LqL1ZYP68qXDDair3FsAyMRYhEdMAS3W9_r2-tr6_ySK2-TZntjDblSWuYnYWMD4uX8ZOgUJkRiKvyL3T1YCeE4fGL0Y0U9A0MThRjxWLxQDlgnZg8KYZoD9UcYgvl5u/s400/Veas+2011+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373584600985778" /></a><br /><br />Sampled 16 flavors of unusually nasty Coca-cola..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsYSGwtddKaPJAt3pNxrhstY4Gu1JzxiWR9eaEOrxQ9BQozk6QCzFzJQRRjJZPl0xzYgN-4wQZ1Oi_9DZdswctfzAnmpw3dTvXq4QQzB7BoDVTaUwXJ7Dv06Pezk2rk5Uw-A25cycEKT6H/s1600/Veas+2011+007.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/AVvXsEjsYSGwtddKaPJAt3pNxrhstY4Gu1JzxiWR9eaEOrxQ9BQozk6QCzFzJQRRjJZPl0xzYgN-4wQZ1Oi_9DZdswctfzAnmpw3dTvXq4QQzB7BoDVTaUwXJ7Dv06Pezk2rk5Uw-A25cycEKT6H/s400/Veas+2011+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600373986686609170" /></a><br /><br />(and 6 flavors of NOT nasty, gelato!)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRkiH_m0zEt6S8j6sIQWDG38PZcpwtxyLCGO9ISfPFEjmZdCbbp0xUwKfhSMXjsbf29hB_Y7osfnKjoQM7h7sPG3krjUklmrI31X45cHQgS-xhamke_TXJoaOQ7_HWbk1pEHTVPY93AJsg/s1600/Veas+2011+017.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/AVvXsEjRkiH_m0zEt6S8j6sIQWDG38PZcpwtxyLCGO9ISfPFEjmZdCbbp0xUwKfhSMXjsbf29hB_Y7osfnKjoQM7h7sPG3krjUklmrI31X45cHQgS-xhamke_TXJoaOQ7_HWbk1pEHTVPY93AJsg/s400/Veas+2011+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600374607777973074" /></a><br /><br />We mocked statues..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHhW7HiycVN7ql1CXUzABMXgZiibrnwsNStBfXUfrX2fUGpXoCKO-lNQ3M4-pBMlnbv1yxKCw_Ie_MiwbBB6nBeaqHmpqfdhYePkjkSoWJi8Qxk_oLeKnxEMSKd797v1Mm9ejT9C_xKof/s1600/Veas+2011+039.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZHhW7HiycVN7ql1CXUzABMXgZiibrnwsNStBfXUfrX2fUGpXoCKO-lNQ3M4-pBMlnbv1yxKCw_Ie_MiwbBB6nBeaqHmpqfdhYePkjkSoWJi8Qxk_oLeKnxEMSKd797v1Mm9ejT9C_xKof/s400/Veas+2011+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375171146805394" /></a><br /><br />..mocked weddings...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3AwQtU-zyPVmeWockDNG6XNmz1bmcTgA6PZfXMKCvi_JoHkKk2txo8txUzD0Ky3Dk7xXw1sE_I7SSs3UrzxOajeJLCBEHAKWld4XooieBIw8qq1ULT6_hQCq9Tt8Q4n_bhJk2LvIqtXK/s1600/Veas+2011+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI3AwQtU-zyPVmeWockDNG6XNmz1bmcTgA6PZfXMKCvi_JoHkKk2txo8txUzD0Ky3Dk7xXw1sE_I7SSs3UrzxOajeJLCBEHAKWld4XooieBIw8qq1ULT6_hQCq9Tt8Q4n_bhJk2LvIqtXK/s400/Veas+2011+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600377217122597234" /></a><br /><br /><br />..made dorky faces..<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0uYzrx4952EcZwcN5rVusKbPdGAAbHuK5e2j5skTtdjHSsTTiWyYogcuuKzVAnyGtZwPrkpMECd1xI0SSOX_RF2DO7Du5EX1XVh-hey7W7u8SvkArOpmE049dI1FyxNkMdko7fDvkR6lf/s1600/Veas+2011+050.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/AVvXsEh0uYzrx4952EcZwcN5rVusKbPdGAAbHuK5e2j5skTtdjHSsTTiWyYogcuuKzVAnyGtZwPrkpMECd1xI0SSOX_RF2DO7Du5EX1XVh-hey7W7u8SvkArOpmE049dI1FyxNkMdko7fDvkR6lf/s400/Veas+2011+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600375660227594978" /></a><br /><br />..and posed in front of anything and everything we found even slightly novel...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZdmAhWybh0fKEWgdVhKmAMMnow6LR3LW6717aYSVyrz9x3OesTVB5qIHigxY_zrgJX1J6yzfRRLlvb1oVOt0F0XXGOx1mlEYx01NAWZLrMvcFI6aZhgL-SKfL3m3yF924HDvNiW46ZSpA/s1600/Veas+2011+031.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/AVvXsEgZdmAhWybh0fKEWgdVhKmAMMnow6LR3LW6717aYSVyrz9x3OesTVB5qIHigxY_zrgJX1J6yzfRRLlvb1oVOt0F0XXGOx1mlEYx01NAWZLrMvcFI6aZhgL-SKfL3m3yF924HDvNiW46ZSpA/s400/Veas+2011+031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600378959533882578" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwC9s-lpaAAutIZ4qaChDuEdH4sv553EUxV_jv3D3I-W3ntM0_X86RO6Buqm-pMZJLiniCWSnPfnZZzAHWBsAKgCQISe_ApsBgN_Lt-lOu9XknuZFx4Up887PGlSxKt_CtkXXeRN5GxeYG/s1600/Veas+2011+024.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/AVvXsEhwC9s-lpaAAutIZ4qaChDuEdH4sv553EUxV_jv3D3I-W3ntM0_X86RO6Buqm-pMZJLiniCWSnPfnZZzAHWBsAKgCQISe_ApsBgN_Lt-lOu9XknuZFx4Up887PGlSxKt_CtkXXeRN5GxeYG/s400/Veas+2011+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600379368547344434" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrgA4vsrJTLNPS0MYNgCCkDuSVB2Gn0cgQEwUEEyccEy1bDPrNjKYT3jQhq3RzNtXD9GQS3hXJRemzpc12u-O8XofDZGhONc4otEEzfHJ1seMp1Af7pa3KIFz6gZoSW85AqtfRYdVOp9LA/s1600/Veas+2011+010.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/AVvXsEjrgA4vsrJTLNPS0MYNgCCkDuSVB2Gn0cgQEwUEEyccEy1bDPrNjKYT3jQhq3RzNtXD9GQS3hXJRemzpc12u-O8XofDZGhONc4otEEzfHJ1seMp1Af7pa3KIFz6gZoSW85AqtfRYdVOp9LA/s400/Veas+2011+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600379834936581986" /></a><br /><br />And then, there was the SUNSHINE!! The blessed, lovely.. long-missed, SUNSHINE.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcBfSXDvVVwut_wQcW4qc1bACAF2DYqrSpCzeFMq7NTYzHJoIOWRIN4y-ltZX1oy7XGmdyE9FTZ-cdGiTBG0z8sM0oSz_aRJqXteID7DffmGxsZJKItgtVhw4yXUXqgdCazydSuD-uNCK/s1600/Veas+2011+045.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/AVvXsEiqcBfSXDvVVwut_wQcW4qc1bACAF2DYqrSpCzeFMq7NTYzHJoIOWRIN4y-ltZX1oy7XGmdyE9FTZ-cdGiTBG0z8sM0oSz_aRJqXteID7DffmGxsZJKItgtVhw4yXUXqgdCazydSuD-uNCK/s400/Veas+2011+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600382545324536482" /></a><br /><br />Did I mention the SUNSHINE?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj50mzLHdwG9dMh1A1v0oeoMVFmuLb87du2yJXrkfRTUUpBPFd4T03ZSctmtvLjLqzkXopCTRpjDNYY8aID6EENMqgksT7Bzdq1aJysrEtCniCGo7RAAvXB4lhVHA2DxND2hby_E1n3YQff/s1600/Veas+2011+046.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/AVvXsEj50mzLHdwG9dMh1A1v0oeoMVFmuLb87du2yJXrkfRTUUpBPFd4T03ZSctmtvLjLqzkXopCTRpjDNYY8aID6EENMqgksT7Bzdq1aJysrEtCniCGo7RAAvXB4lhVHA2DxND2hby_E1n3YQff/s400/Veas+2011+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600383183258013298" /></a><br /><br />Yeah.. <br />I love Vegas.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-67723257691715304402011-03-18T17:04:00.000-07:002011-03-18T17:34:55.344-07:00It's Not You.. It's Facebook.I think I've figured it out..<br />(No.. not world peace.. sillies..<br />something MUCH more pressing..)<br />WHY I can't get my blogging groove on.<br />Ya see.. while blogging IS superior in it's ability to really tell a story or share an event, with photos to enhance the viewers experience even..<br />I found, during my extended time without access to a computer,<br />that while my iphone was too tiny to enjoy really writing anything of worth on..<br />it was UNUSUALLY easy to not only post a quick Facebook status on,<br />(For example..<br />"There's a live BIRD, flapping around my ROOM!"<br />See? That usually would of merited a blog post, I mean.. it POO'D on my wall, and ran into my WINDOWS.<br />The horror.<br />THAT made Facebook, immediately.)<br />..but also, adding pictures I could take instantly WITH my iphone, was WAAAAAY slicker than the camera download rig-a-ma-roll I was used to with blogging.<br />So.... I'm LAZY, basically.<br />And feel a little silly repeating my highly unimportant goings ons.. twice into cyber world, on a usual basis.<br />For instance..<br />I soon may very well may post to FB that Sophie just called from the bathroom,<br />"MOM! I know why that poop was so hard to get out..<br />Cause it was SO, big."<br />But then do I repeat the ever urgent news here??<br />However will I decide.<br />I told you this was pressing.<br /><br />In the meantime..<br />I plan on supporting you dedicated,<br />and oh so entertaining die-hards,<br />with the respect, and comments you deserve.<br /><br />Blog on people.<br />Blog ON.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-85757901374380969282011-03-12T23:23:00.001-08:002011-03-12T23:26:29.018-08:00The Latest...Not sure WHY , even with a shiny new computer, I can't seem to get in the blog groove again!<br />For so long the old computer was down.. we were moving.. the holidays.. getting ready for the Florida getaway.. got a boob job.. (see how I just slipped that in there real non-chalant like??) yadda-yadda.. and I'm all behind again!<br />Soooo...<br />In a nutshell:<br />(Let's say, pistachio.. cause their tastiest.. and easy to pry open..)<br />1. Florida, with just Jasen and I, was LOVELY.<br />Warm.<br />Relaxing.<br />And indulgent.<br />We began a trend we shamelessly coined "Double-dinner-ing"..<br />where after lolly-gagging around the pool til' 3,<br />you clean up, eat at 5..<br />and then after nice trip to the movies or factory outlets..<br />you eat again at midnight.<br />Disgusting, and delightful.<br />2. Sophie has decided she'd like to grow-up to be a girl on the Bachelor.<br />We're so proud.<br />3. Bo is begging to do karate.<br />It's $1,000.00 a year, and twice a week.. that whole year.<br />We're not sure.<br />That's a whole lotta money, and a whole lotta karate.<br />4. Sam suddenly has a posse of 12 friends that hang here from dusk til dawn.<br />Darling kids-- but they can put down some milk, chips, and pizza.<br />I may need to get a job to support their snacking habits.<br />5. Jesse wants nothing more than to play electric guitar in a band.<br />If you know anyone in the area looking for a cute kid who's really good.. do tell.<br />6. And for real. I got augmented.<br />Wish it wasn't inappropriate to post my "before" shot, <br />just so you could fully understand how necessary I found it to be, <br />and be as very pleased as I am that it is complete!<br />Rough first week-- but now feeling good, and oh-so-female.<br />HIghly reccommend it, and my doctor.<br /><br />Did I miss anything??<br /><br />No. <br />I think that covers it.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-24954841269911281782011-02-25T20:28:00.000-08:002011-02-25T20:38:48.308-08:00It's The Little Jabs That Mean The Most..Why one would THINK I might take this opportunity to document Jasen and I's DEE-lightful, first-time-in-in-15-years without kids get-away (pause for gasping.)<br />to the balmy and breezy Florida sunshine..<br />I'm a little too distracted and tired and lazy to walk all the way to my purse to get my iphone to download the photos from it..<br />so instead, want to simply report that just now Sophie,<br />from the couch,<br />where she is flipping through old photos on the ipad.. stated:<br />"Oh Mom! Here is a picture of you pregnant..<br />and you are NOT lookin' good."<br />Got it Soph.<br />Thanks for the reminder.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-25897048820571263702011-02-12T08:47:00.000-08:002011-02-12T10:03:18.324-08:00Soooo... Where was I....Oh! THAT's right..<br />I last left you when my husband had just landed his latest promotion.<br />Hope no one has been offended by my lack of blogger-browsing, posting, or commenting since.<br />Really.. it's not you.. it's me.. and the fact that until now we thought our computer was busted in the move. (Apparantly, it was not.. and my 3 months of only-iphone internet access.. was all in vain.. sigh.)<br />But don't think for a moment I did not pathetically attempt to capture the last few months events in annoyingly dark and slightly grainy photos, on that very same iphone.. cause I did, cause who can find their real cameras and cords in a move?? Not I.<br />So now.. for your I'm SURE, long-awaited viewing pleasure..<br />I present to you, our family highlights as of late..<br />(I know.. the excitement must be KILLING you!)<br /><br />We moved in to our new digs in Saratoga Springs on my birthday! (Happy Birthday! Start unpacking the 4,000 boxes in your living space!) The next week or so was a bit of a blur.. I just see alot of packing paper and box cutters in my memories.. <br />and outta nowhere.. it was CHRISTMAS!<br />(Notice my ability to move past the crushing emotion of leaving all of our very best friends, our cozy home, grand yard, darling community, and chickens. That's how I roll.)<br />SO. We did Christmas.<br />Santa was obviously alerted of our new address..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnXEbtOMG0Xzzl6IgnVEcRnv3q6WORMBZvchatWPMcwaNlLXVULfWp6iZf9xXOI88ulhPNvFFezrirOwzadiPxaSqGReykec7vplK5fLqtUBk0W9f7j_31Mblo9_f6UK6IumZMS7t1GKoX/s1600/Movin+On+Up+021.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/AVvXsEgnXEbtOMG0Xzzl6IgnVEcRnv3q6WORMBZvchatWPMcwaNlLXVULfWp6iZf9xXOI88ulhPNvFFezrirOwzadiPxaSqGReykec7vplK5fLqtUBk0W9f7j_31Mblo9_f6UK6IumZMS7t1GKoX/s400/Movin+On+Up+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572854388720144722" /></a><br />We drove through the new and improved "3-D" light display here in the big city..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBSOsFfRDKqLeT9vkoD_hriQYAXSLPW4z-V5oB4EnWnUjAxUaig9EJcP6Mt1GEmBDxD7DWG6-d3AjRfnX1H9iJlpP_xMBZyBxH7erNDs61KAcW3738_25ytkjw3aIQ2sS9Z_UqIc_Yq551/s1600/Movin+On+Up+005.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/AVvXsEhBSOsFfRDKqLeT9vkoD_hriQYAXSLPW4z-V5oB4EnWnUjAxUaig9EJcP6Mt1GEmBDxD7DWG6-d3AjRfnX1H9iJlpP_xMBZyBxH7erNDs61KAcW3738_25ytkjw3aIQ2sS9Z_UqIc_Yq551/s400/Movin+On+Up+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572854994444340786" /></a><br />Santas sleigh was loaded..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVwDKWiZXSrzn6LXPwKG0To-f20Q853OKirZg5nii8eWzEHHf5Qc9XihQqIfbiK4jKGwuSxthPOUl14-pOapAGMvwxX0GWfEi1EKyW0e_EWlh0yZsz-BhtX8pjCxqbzzC4CdguFRxS9Tf3/s1600/Movin+On+Up+003.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/AVvXsEjVwDKWiZXSrzn6LXPwKG0To-f20Q853OKirZg5nii8eWzEHHf5Qc9XihQqIfbiK4jKGwuSxthPOUl14-pOapAGMvwxX0GWfEi1EKyW0e_EWlh0yZsz-BhtX8pjCxqbzzC4CdguFRxS9Tf3/s400/Movin+On+Up+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572855331471647698" /></a><br />..and delivered...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDwHi3AU1jtYTtin48CswJZdWlSn6BdfXBo7YzYP_k71pA2L6IitLdB_HvdjCwnezgcuXeUus5xd3Lw1Gs1SBx6UR3yUDb2FlZeWajRhMRagQV09LcMbBt-6pT6BWSEhfWhxHODldFy_Z/s1600/Movin+On+Up+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkDwHi3AU1jtYTtin48CswJZdWlSn6BdfXBo7YzYP_k71pA2L6IitLdB_HvdjCwnezgcuXeUus5xd3Lw1Gs1SBx6UR3yUDb2FlZeWajRhMRagQV09LcMbBt-6pT6BWSEhfWhxHODldFy_Z/s400/Movin+On+Up+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572856431319739922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3c8RLT7IOiIdBCbSdheNqKWCqB81YWLZB7tlHr3YbwLh3usjIvNBQi6wLZBVm2J8yvd-8xk_fbeyEMkZpIg2uwDPosT2KK20xH6x3-rhDoHpgiCN985qTEEnAN5nORsr6INq9oSrYIDM-/s1600/Movin+On+Up+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3c8RLT7IOiIdBCbSdheNqKWCqB81YWLZB7tlHr3YbwLh3usjIvNBQi6wLZBVm2J8yvd-8xk_fbeyEMkZpIg2uwDPosT2KK20xH6x3-rhDoHpgiCN985qTEEnAN5nORsr6INq9oSrYIDM-/s400/Movin+On+Up+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572856161679510978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6Xm7SjIa058Gnw3ud0tY4iJEyyInON5csOeksXiz0AH3N7QW65ljZTrET74G-0FHKZKQTAyJ_IvNoG7u6doBUDtmTWW5emFYmL_n1bz9v3a6Z1nYf4m_MHk-Xu_umy0S_7meui0NITaj/s1600/Movin+On+Up+019.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6Xm7SjIa058Gnw3ud0tY4iJEyyInON5csOeksXiz0AH3N7QW65ljZTrET74G-0FHKZKQTAyJ_IvNoG7u6doBUDtmTWW5emFYmL_n1bz9v3a6Z1nYf4m_MHk-Xu_umy0S_7meui0NITaj/s400/Movin+On+Up+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572855913568134482" /></a><br />..followed by something even better than snowboards and bikes..<br />FRIENDS!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7tdtQ8_pIt1W2oH88d0ekqguYfzK-BOlZXY1GeS97kDZDrx4BYh-3neJDfLeGPudjdnEaYDJ4DZiQ6ofEr5wKE-krwNAwFojRzBtNmt8G519dF5z1FrHwcfh7F60al0t8C7AejCiEIPv/s1600/Movin+On+Up+026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN7tdtQ8_pIt1W2oH88d0ekqguYfzK-BOlZXY1GeS97kDZDrx4BYh-3neJDfLeGPudjdnEaYDJ4DZiQ6ofEr5wKE-krwNAwFojRzBtNmt8G519dF5z1FrHwcfh7F60al0t8C7AejCiEIPv/s400/Movin+On+Up+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572857071625523858" /></a><br />..darling, darling..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiaCIkO-y_QPGHpFgFfmfcqJMcq3wjZ2FhwN4qUfvTaBV9KayFwil5QpB-LehnFRTfMhKQYk5OORoyJOuiXO7BVOsFoybpo8c4UxRevzzFsiKjH2FSfbHYgLPCtcUvGicMFiDbTWvji5nr/s1600/Movin+On+Up+028.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/AVvXsEgiaCIkO-y_QPGHpFgFfmfcqJMcq3wjZ2FhwN4qUfvTaBV9KayFwil5QpB-LehnFRTfMhKQYk5OORoyJOuiXO7BVOsFoybpo8c4UxRevzzFsiKjH2FSfbHYgLPCtcUvGicMFiDbTWvji5nr/s400/Movin+On+Up+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572857374784849714" /></a><br />..comfy, cozy..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KVdqiZg8EaXow2WyuPn5vKPUiXd4Gs6PyOLuS_6_uMG4wO2FKnsSK_8k3keks5mrB4mV_17ByjQomRAcSHlE8VHl_Al-wlhwNk2h13bhBJFRHwpf-W-lSGrPRBB7RIFL0FirWMFJB_tr/s1600/Movin+On+Up+037.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3KVdqiZg8EaXow2WyuPn5vKPUiXd4Gs6PyOLuS_6_uMG4wO2FKnsSK_8k3keks5mrB4mV_17ByjQomRAcSHlE8VHl_Al-wlhwNk2h13bhBJFRHwpf-W-lSGrPRBB7RIFL0FirWMFJB_tr/s400/Movin+On+Up+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572858070262411650" /></a><br />..familiar, lovey..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXt0gChZw6TcNjwB7aZXGryWaxHg9crqZr8I65R-p5-B3wUz1wD3j_Q9BlYqvcELHN8WUCiMoAl95LRY6ZUMXWQdQ-7gEYj1uIw7SanhlIhXYkoQVE7E2mbJbeDoJEYCRWTGCG8SUYIwbl/s1600/Movin+On+Up+035.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXt0gChZw6TcNjwB7aZXGryWaxHg9crqZr8I65R-p5-B3wUz1wD3j_Q9BlYqvcELHN8WUCiMoAl95LRY6ZUMXWQdQ-7gEYj1uIw7SanhlIhXYkoQVE7E2mbJbeDoJEYCRWTGCG8SUYIwbl/s400/Movin+On+Up+035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572857741292625570" /></a><br />FRIENDS.<br />Nothin' like em.<br /><br />Then Sam turned 12!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSHBQ-h4jeWlys-1QEqIVuW16MpfmJA6Gk1Y2eaHrtX25SVerinTx7tJzQ04mwBe1KpK7rddQMGVcZZRTQoNPREfq0-uATC8YFY5EneJjKfO3bJ7HYn8dSXW_yUE6FmuCQ0CWDlaSvJuT/s1600/Movin+On+Up+040.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGSHBQ-h4jeWlys-1QEqIVuW16MpfmJA6Gk1Y2eaHrtX25SVerinTx7tJzQ04mwBe1KpK7rddQMGVcZZRTQoNPREfq0-uATC8YFY5EneJjKfO3bJ7HYn8dSXW_yUE6FmuCQ0CWDlaSvJuT/s400/Movin+On+Up+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572858624970004594" /></a><br />(I really like him..)<br />And aside from his half-eaten "S" cake..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecFF6dx2EF-mN_NMT6_QyV7IBGQc3jAh0NCtIrykEwPgEEoArtGUGVen46oPSxLLShoJFsbX9uLsfxwJs6dbD3sOmmJXnettzVoGaDJViWlqnwZUHjNkRIWpIBDhToYZ_-XcfC8OfttrO/s1600/Movin+On+Up+046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhecFF6dx2EF-mN_NMT6_QyV7IBGQc3jAh0NCtIrykEwPgEEoArtGUGVen46oPSxLLShoJFsbX9uLsfxwJs6dbD3sOmmJXnettzVoGaDJViWlqnwZUHjNkRIWpIBDhToYZ_-XcfC8OfttrO/s400/Movin+On+Up+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572859715246464210" /></a><br />(Mamma was just in a REAL cake kinda mood that day.. and figured, "What's a smaller tail on an S gonna hurt?? We won't talk about the fact that Mamma made the cake into an S shape in the first place.. JUST to get the scraps it provided that morning. No. We won't.)<br />Overall the boy had a great day, complete with new snowboard boots, new shoes.. and X-box points.. so who's gonna notice the tiny cake??<br /><br />NEXT on the agenda..<br /><br />Sophie turned 5!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLFiiQjv37WNDmn_qjdmXnKZcS67Shm9VleG2Dcfi-D21Oulx1g4lH69OjcL55bFx28-z2yL0mK-IjagSAtlOGPqFLHne6I2b2NA-YNBiajGqfljARNUz__Kmm6o_Gn4XA8l5EaE-0ngLz/s1600/Movin+On+Up+056.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/AVvXsEhLFiiQjv37WNDmn_qjdmXnKZcS67Shm9VleG2Dcfi-D21Oulx1g4lH69OjcL55bFx28-z2yL0mK-IjagSAtlOGPqFLHne6I2b2NA-YNBiajGqfljARNUz__Kmm6o_Gn4XA8l5EaE-0ngLz/s400/Movin+On+Up+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572860601867296194" /></a><br />(Anyone else getting aggitated at the quality and overall lack of light in every photo so far?? Come on.. let's plug through.. it's almost over.. we can do this..)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbD-GmHA8AZRv6E8gxkFM3ni9jZM_rb4gi2U5cuBvjDmgikBtwL7pkrw_ppBWNy7q7HDO596ca9nHsODwog46njyqzIxAAhvxcaO197JGnV7vW76Rbp7HEmC9TXxndyKyuLVrudRk9iXD/s1600/Movin+On+Up+065.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZbD-GmHA8AZRv6E8gxkFM3ni9jZM_rb4gi2U5cuBvjDmgikBtwL7pkrw_ppBWNy7q7HDO596ca9nHsODwog46njyqzIxAAhvxcaO197JGnV7vW76Rbp7HEmC9TXxndyKyuLVrudRk9iXD/s400/Movin+On+Up+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572861213654313426" /></a><br />I really like her too.<br />With her little 5 year old freshly pierced ears..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9wiaKBfI19IH5x0TVaza5GDvQXD-VR1Sdc6PGU2QAcPFkP3oiL2SPkwSz5jcUARRxJNSgshzJVjP05t0fqCzbaM-0oBeJL7Ozh6AXsPXxg5UAreEhKf3QLJLfggSokMlupp3Sod0yAtF/s1600/Movin+On+Up+053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs9wiaKBfI19IH5x0TVaza5GDvQXD-VR1Sdc6PGU2QAcPFkP3oiL2SPkwSz5jcUARRxJNSgshzJVjP05t0fqCzbaM-0oBeJL7Ozh6AXsPXxg5UAreEhKf3QLJLfggSokMlupp3Sod0yAtF/s400/Movin+On+Up+053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572861538943310002" /></a><br />(She was so big, so brave, and SO delighted over it..)<br />She spent a day at Build-A-Bear with one of her very bestest girlies, Ms. Liv..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctuTYR8Aik1KCw7BYYgRyUtfNG7oiGj5V-N41hOHKxyKjH2sZov1uXA7UG3oyd5p7uonWKOrtBfz5TWu0Ua9oE-Xt4z8GgWu3B0sA47Y7SvmTqPC_r-8DYkeRI3WJMUi90Kf-LKhpWJHI/s1600/Movin+On+Up+061.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/AVvXsEgctuTYR8Aik1KCw7BYYgRyUtfNG7oiGj5V-N41hOHKxyKjH2sZov1uXA7UG3oyd5p7uonWKOrtBfz5TWu0Ua9oE-Xt4z8GgWu3B0sA47Y7SvmTqPC_r-8DYkeRI3WJMUi90Kf-LKhpWJHI/s400/Movin+On+Up+061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572862110121247650" /></a><br />..and this was one happy, birthday girl.<br />Have I mentioned how pleased I am all of my kids were born??<br />I am.<br />Oh.<br />Almost forgot.<br />And Jasen took a tub in our new jacuzzi tub.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBJjkyzZWvTo5jkyfwHk228sAD9x9fdmGILop_p-7Ez296wqIraGC9m1XjvuIdVo-p2urZjW7rrH578GfHVxHmOqFSJFngSvI2lEIf2ix5MmJDDoVivxwbbiv9QSoJyciXCj-npV5-ZgB/s1600/Movin+On+Up+050.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/AVvXsEhyBJjkyzZWvTo5jkyfwHk228sAD9x9fdmGILop_p-7Ez296wqIraGC9m1XjvuIdVo-p2urZjW7rrH578GfHVxHmOqFSJFngSvI2lEIf2ix5MmJDDoVivxwbbiv9QSoJyciXCj-npV5-ZgB/s400/Movin+On+Up+050.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572863032625868338" /></a><br />THERE.<br />Now, you're all caught up.<br />That felt good.<br />Now go ahead. <br />Comment.<br />I've missed you so.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-87812205505929154982010-11-19T06:46:00.000-08:002010-11-19T06:52:12.846-08:00Callin' 'Em Like She Sees 'Em..So.. to switch things up from my usual<br />"jeans with something" look,<br />the other day I threw on some dark gray cargo pants, with a white long sleeve thermal.<br />I'm not saying it was my best get-up ever.. but comfy.<br />Sophie walked into my room, gave me a once over,<br />and stated very clearly:<br />"Those pants are ugly."<br />Pause.<br />"But I like your shirt."<br /><br />Ummm....<br />thanks??katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-15774343262837088502010-11-16T07:26:00.000-08:002010-11-16T13:02:24.400-08:00Big News. HUGE.So WHAT does Jasen resemble in this here photo folks??<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qhaxTjnBPj4ufBiCi6RNTuD-fAllVd5NHero6urllZ4T2q2HoK3sHs9dElprJOFafgZB_Ud4uSFHUv2I8HPDyx3nHghKOrKC70zhODY-XR8M9QCdGQ_lVlIlGEtXnIwDzppQf5UPLVsU/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7qhaxTjnBPj4ufBiCi6RNTuD-fAllVd5NHero6urllZ4T2q2HoK3sHs9dElprJOFafgZB_Ud4uSFHUv2I8HPDyx3nHghKOrKC70zhODY-XR8M9QCdGQ_lVlIlGEtXnIwDzppQf5UPLVsU/s400/Halloweenie+2010+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540170257517250626" /></a><br />Utahs newest Kohls DISTRICT MANAGER you say??<br />You are CORRECT!! Nice guess.<br />(Insert The Jeffersons "Movin' On Up" jingle..)<br />My oh my has the man arrived!<br />After a whirlwind of the last D.M. suddenly resigning, and 4 high-stress interviews with the Kohls big-wig bad boys in Wisconsin.. he WOW'd them so hard they called him 4 hours later.. on his lay-over home, to offer him the gig!<br />We're so proud. (Of him.. obviously-- but I personally just plan on becoming more 'proud' in general, as in, stuck up. I'm a D.M.'s wife. Prepare yourselves.)<br />We are actually quite humbled by the whole event.<br />For all kinds of reasons, the timing was literally, divine.<br />Jasen has worked his tight little tail off for over 7 years with Kohls, and I think has earned every bit of his latest recognition. There was not a better man for the job! Both his peers and superiors at work have been so supportive and siked for him.<br />We are excited about so much of what it means..<br />(like finally putting the loyal, yet oh-so-trashed KIA's,<br />to rest..) but our hearts are breakin' just a little bit every time we remember it means leaving our precious little Cache Valley, and the people here we have come to simply ADORE.<br />The promotion demands we move more "central" to the Salt Lake City area..<br />so this is where y'all come in..<br />any suggestions??<br />We are leaning towards South Jordan.. Daybreak in particular (not only is it darling.. but my cousin and her husband who already live there.. are even MORE darling..) and Jasens equally darling sister and family are in Herriman.<br />So.<br />Talk to me kids.<br />Thoughts?<br />Recommendations?<br />We may just rent for awhile being that we aren't sure (along with our credit being TOAST from having to short sale our St. Louis home..)<br />so let me know what ya got for me.<br />I'll be waiting.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-82294857170260448232010-11-01T23:13:00.000-07:002010-11-02T06:45:19.160-07:00And Now.. Why I Didn't Heart Halloween..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PHjN0qS18W1p5AHVW0uGi7ODJmRhFzjGvRQhX5TPjiiwE1zNlovWqeeF1n2fbr0sn6tqtnol2btCLW4IEd2d7CNH2OP7rQ91W_-49esk7vOYM4HOVxZCtyWUi10s46XzENerdcMEX6tF/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+020.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1PHjN0qS18W1p5AHVW0uGi7ODJmRhFzjGvRQhX5TPjiiwE1zNlovWqeeF1n2fbr0sn6tqtnol2btCLW4IEd2d7CNH2OP7rQ91W_-49esk7vOYM4HOVxZCtyWUi10s46XzENerdcMEX6tF/s400/Halloweenie+2010+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534837954191985010" /></a><br />Cause I usually DO heart Halloween.<br />Everything about it: wigs, candy, pumpkin patches..<br />sassin' up the typical witch costume..<br />ALL of it. <br />But THIS year.. it kinda.. um.. BLEW.<br />I'd bother explaining, but it's sorta LAME.<br />No, wait.. I have to.<br />But since it's after midnight.. and we all know I should be in bed.. I'll keep it short, and quickly list just WHAT factors contributed to the "suckiness", if you will:<br />1. The cold.<br />2. The rain.<br />3. The cold and rain, together.<br />4. Running too many grown-up, necessary, but not at all festive, errands that day.. leading to a late start in the nights event.. therefore leading to..<br />5. Jesse getting to his posse late (along with misplacing his mustache adhesive.)<br />6. Sam not knowing what to be.. or even if he felt like going anymore.. and then deciding.. no, he did not feel like going anymore.<br />7. Bo not being able to find any of his friends that had all started trick-or-treating at NOON, and finding he was suddenly embarrassed to dress up at all.<br />8. Sophie.. demanding that no matter what her brothers were doing.. she wanted to go.. and she wanted to go NOW.<br />9. And ME.. scrambling in a mad panic to go.. anywhere.. just go.. cause somehow the freakin' Halloween Queen herself, had forgotten to buy CANDY-- and kids were approaching.<br />(Yup. I was the lady handing out stale doughnuts. Where have my priorities gone?)<br />10. Finally getting to a neighborhood to do the deed.. and having two boys sit pouting in the car, in the rain..<br />while Sophie pranced joyfully through the horribleness chanting: <br />"Trick-or-treat! Thank you! Happy Halloween!"<br />Okay.. the Sophie part made me happy.<br />A holiday can't be a total bust with THIS Pirate Princess around:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibRXRjrUWOH8bL1q1ZxB-7fcD2JDZtonM1w_sUbc4Sg9E4oxtyhml_4xfT3ydlZlbvan1b2H6jhGsXbaX5RkklgWbHOfNwN5X2O1ChdvDCMdTBePKMupQ5DnRlekg11GlfajnPZwVG_7kk/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+024.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/AVvXsEibRXRjrUWOH8bL1q1ZxB-7fcD2JDZtonM1w_sUbc4Sg9E4oxtyhml_4xfT3ydlZlbvan1b2H6jhGsXbaX5RkklgWbHOfNwN5X2O1ChdvDCMdTBePKMupQ5DnRlekg11GlfajnPZwVG_7kk/s400/Halloweenie+2010+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534835593622845170" /></a><br />When I apologized to the car-full of ticked kids for the night not exactly panning out as we'd hoped..<br />her reply was precisely:<br />"It's O.K. Mom. I'm not mad. I still love you."<br /><br />So.. maybe it didn't BITE it that hard after all.<br /><br />We hit some townhouses later to make Sophies little tiny pirate legs get more for their efforts (the doors are so conveniently close together!)and followed her in the dry car as she fearlessly marched onward,<br />alone,<br />from door..<br />to door..<br />to door.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7UsVtbtO4-zKnNS7T1HOWgngzDJ_EzYLRQGXqJbEitQJ6Beo4LuEeaVjtR8lkzVuWagqXQdqjl8dS3AoStd1BJMoMc737wYIc2dYn8uvPF1RvewCFC_QM3Mofo2z9tczw5SaeDBFpq2N/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+026.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR7UsVtbtO4-zKnNS7T1HOWgngzDJ_EzYLRQGXqJbEitQJ6Beo4LuEeaVjtR8lkzVuWagqXQdqjl8dS3AoStd1BJMoMc737wYIc2dYn8uvPF1RvewCFC_QM3Mofo2z9tczw5SaeDBFpq2N/s400/Halloweenie+2010+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534841424020308834" /></a><br />We ended the night digging for the last decent reject pumpkins to carve at Wal-mart..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzQT-VnrJbxNhOhgX3IFJG62juLUwCCo2LEE68fPEFfofxwD5TRJP8F6r9vDb4-I5zFrNHiGNDxBBcwZH7CS1j1QQgZ1OU3ImOB1JnjnOJM1EBswBA0xPMe9F0ifjZpewDGsATKVduv7Z/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+028.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzQT-VnrJbxNhOhgX3IFJG62juLUwCCo2LEE68fPEFfofxwD5TRJP8F6r9vDb4-I5zFrNHiGNDxBBcwZH7CS1j1QQgZ1OU3ImOB1JnjnOJM1EBswBA0xPMe9F0ifjZpewDGsATKVduv7Z/s400/Halloweenie+2010+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534836391773323698" /></a><br />..because, of course.. somehow we'd missed getting around to the carving, of the pumpkins.. (busy week folks.. busy week.) and made everything better with a Twizzleberry Yogurt stop on the way home.. cause after all.. who doesn't need more sugar on Halloween night?<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qcjDmfcHRCNEvJ7mtEtwNg1-uqeku0mn9PWrKc2L8OUHnX7iTYbl72S88K0is27k6yeUnmcBXK2QWAQp5ofQmxn2_ED5foZQZkzPlhUjNexy5BRtXJezFYJ8EuUmBGGSWw5pZY9FErT9/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+029.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/AVvXsEg7qcjDmfcHRCNEvJ7mtEtwNg1-uqeku0mn9PWrKc2L8OUHnX7iTYbl72S88K0is27k6yeUnmcBXK2QWAQp5ofQmxn2_ED5foZQZkzPlhUjNexy5BRtXJezFYJ8EuUmBGGSWw5pZY9FErT9/s400/Halloweenie+2010+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534837066352428610" /></a><br />Sophie made sure she didn't miss out on even one last melted drop.. which made us laugh out loud.<br />She didn't appreciate the laughter,<br />therefore said she was sad, and mad..<br />to which Bo replied:<br />"Wow. THAT'S a rough combo."<br />Which made us all laugh out loud, again.<br /><br />So we had our moments.. but over all.. not going down as one of our best.<br /><br />We'll aim higher next year.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiELyfrzZxaIGA-x0CfRuL9YuunbDVhLvTjJZk4WEXixhlkGouJm8t6rApFl9tOoUBc8rRCUxGXKxbGdwE09GaZPGPnrHieQFORNf_9o9Cr-6AYG3c6j2r9lHo30M5ly3zTiSfc37Qyd1rI/s1600/Halloweenie+2010+010.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/AVvXsEiELyfrzZxaIGA-x0CfRuL9YuunbDVhLvTjJZk4WEXixhlkGouJm8t6rApFl9tOoUBc8rRCUxGXKxbGdwE09GaZPGPnrHieQFORNf_9o9Cr-6AYG3c6j2r9lHo30M5ly3zTiSfc37Qyd1rI/s400/Halloweenie+2010+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534841800660290290" /></a>katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-77034068302227226802010-10-29T06:35:00.000-07:002010-10-29T06:40:20.511-07:00Why I Heart Payday.Because when you only have $1.49 left in the bank.. you're out of milk.. and gas..and you're pretty sure another overdue Redbox fee is pending out there somewhere-- it gets stressful.<br />Maybe it's time we started that crazy concept called, <br />"Budgeting."<br />To those of you who are payed, as we are, every other Friday..<br />and today is that day..<br />Happy-Happy Payday, to you.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-35375162901998480322010-10-17T18:36:00.000-07:002010-10-19T06:28:52.787-07:00Well THAT Was Fun..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQBna81JfvRsoVZFwCAmH_hW66XJI4TV_rtZe_oBqx8lmVpqoaYzoLz1LZYdv3xSfr_tvQjH2y8Jzu0sEZmwaBuMO2bNGkZlHVOQjMaYKbXDuNcN54wcI9fqp85-qVxV5pzFzcT7_uKAc/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+018.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/AVvXsEgAQBna81JfvRsoVZFwCAmH_hW66XJI4TV_rtZe_oBqx8lmVpqoaYzoLz1LZYdv3xSfr_tvQjH2y8Jzu0sEZmwaBuMO2bNGkZlHVOQjMaYKbXDuNcN54wcI9fqp85-qVxV5pzFzcT7_uKAc/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529599535378895458" /></a>So the fam and I just went up to Park City for my
<br />PINK Half Marathon..
<br />Fun plan? Check.
<br />Good family bonding time? Check.
<br />Tight quarters riding up?? Check.
<br />Here's a sample of what a family of six looks like in a car for barely, 5..
<br />cause their minivan for 7..
<br />"don't run good".<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8cqNiW2fy_10oySqx5a5KJQSrlkT15ton1KPnKV_DCIw4eiLBz9pbgKCra3lNMOYYM_rvkZQbsr-_AjwcFa3aaTVa7tynCRz_P2BNITMkzzgcQ6VMD5leT_0O5-fC2Yyqg7MQJkv-kmGE/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+004.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/AVvXsEh8cqNiW2fy_10oySqx5a5KJQSrlkT15ton1KPnKV_DCIw4eiLBz9pbgKCra3lNMOYYM_rvkZQbsr-_AjwcFa3aaTVa7tynCRz_P2BNITMkzzgcQ6VMD5leT_0O5-fC2Yyqg7MQJkv-kmGE/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529588096828159250" /></a>
<br />COZY.
<br />Needless to say.. we were short a seat belt or two..
<br />but obviously getting to my race trumped child safety.
<br />(Don't tell the authorities.)
<br />Sophie kept busy doing this..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCsCu1PEtXDY_2jFIj5yGuWVDuSq6qVeAQYLexeZpfuwseaGZMH8tCD0axT-phyphenhyphen29IpuTFcTQQiOrqK-M0UKK13eZEryCEDP1IhOya6DlbYLNHrOwIlcc5F7R-qgHEBgP-_J_ixi_3RubO/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+001.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/AVvXsEjCsCu1PEtXDY_2jFIj5yGuWVDuSq6qVeAQYLexeZpfuwseaGZMH8tCD0axT-phyphenhyphen29IpuTFcTQQiOrqK-M0UKK13eZEryCEDP1IhOya6DlbYLNHrOwIlcc5F7R-qgHEBgP-_J_ixi_3RubO/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529588650742089330" /></a>
<br />and was quite content most of the two hour drive.. til' she did this..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj74NbDXaDJRNHbpSqjNa3HtX3JYGWexV78l4CLA6SyTG2ntd7ufRoD42xII_4sI6MrT9rYy1BdY6onCE0ZdKNjIGVieOL37IqM-5Ecl7tO_RAji6DOOZhtqFaTycs9WSKvQvaM_yAwqnv-/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+010.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/AVvXsEj74NbDXaDJRNHbpSqjNa3HtX3JYGWexV78l4CLA6SyTG2ntd7ufRoD42xII_4sI6MrT9rYy1BdY6onCE0ZdKNjIGVieOL37IqM-5Ecl7tO_RAji6DOOZhtqFaTycs9WSKvQvaM_yAwqnv-/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590054272210530" /></a>
<br />upon being told we would be stopping by the outlets before getting to the hotel hot tub.
<br />After a delightful stop at the Nike store..
<br />the girl did get her hot tub time in..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigb-WvaCnuJa58bNB71nnCybXbItl96I58jcqBGjW1Jt_ZrfpCmIvq0tPBpSxsdQwGtzUol5oY-EOc2Pd_hSU2wU5uppKhER3wJ26P15jTw2rJUshmN3G_YfYXC1Z1gHWVY0oqqn_MvTnd/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+013.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/AVvXsEigb-WvaCnuJa58bNB71nnCybXbItl96I58jcqBGjW1Jt_ZrfpCmIvq0tPBpSxsdQwGtzUol5oY-EOc2Pd_hSU2wU5uppKhER3wJ26P15jTw2rJUshmN3G_YfYXC1Z1gHWVY0oqqn_MvTnd/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590581320092994" /></a>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF4zZAD3RtnjpZiIxqh407-bdHGwNhCOlwBQbyP5IZSGXkv95JIS1NRXKhPWthM1F34xphz8wcfM_lyQmnXNcJvGS5Nf5mre1EKDArhk4BbD6MofCv8NWIUAZjgN1rojR0hChgMcBhRHdU/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+012.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF4zZAD3RtnjpZiIxqh407-bdHGwNhCOlwBQbyP5IZSGXkv95JIS1NRXKhPWthM1F34xphz8wcfM_lyQmnXNcJvGS5Nf5mre1EKDArhk4BbD6MofCv8NWIUAZjgN1rojR0hChgMcBhRHdU/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529590858072035042" /></a>(Have I mentioned the pleasure I find in orange and pink stripes.. on her belly??)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbWLXcmLH1glfQ_Lmua7SaD4A6TgSjcXx6IqsUL4fxcOkN687MqUOgGQtkTHWiBRSOTlsGToFJHz4EoFqJMbLkKsTgTPeRUIC3BEnGOhQLfHjM7Z0vvFjNod_xxnSzRhYIcmu5TP0EN9mo/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+014.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/AVvXsEjbWLXcmLH1glfQ_Lmua7SaD4A6TgSjcXx6IqsUL4fxcOkN687MqUOgGQtkTHWiBRSOTlsGToFJHz4EoFqJMbLkKsTgTPeRUIC3BEnGOhQLfHjM7Z0vvFjNod_xxnSzRhYIcmu5TP0EN9mo/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529591493001583634" /></a>
<br />Happy kids, are so much cuter than angry ones.. NO?
<br />
<br />Moving on..
<br />The hotel was quite shmancy..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGu0Ou5Lu1qrZnbp7Fw9QwEoaIidB_wMU-KdUWSAwmqFIyRpR-sAKWuJGkRiqAiLC-zLu4UuZ0rm1oIxyEM462i2-8p-vPQTBMzcGTk4DN6oUcfMZHoyE2sKKABiaH2ODdW7Zr73GqR0Zu/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+041.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGu0Ou5Lu1qrZnbp7Fw9QwEoaIidB_wMU-KdUWSAwmqFIyRpR-sAKWuJGkRiqAiLC-zLu4UuZ0rm1oIxyEM462i2-8p-vPQTBMzcGTk4DN6oUcfMZHoyE2sKKABiaH2ODdW7Zr73GqR0Zu/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529592091773748786" /></a>
<br />I appreciate a little shmancy now and then.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXmnMs_IkuoSO4Bv6F5FeWxt1NRoCenhSUUj-kVNRcypq-ne_RY4MUDEbYxXI3KKNRt_GMj9NzzRIskqQUTjjUXEPeb5qUjHRKlZoaVHuULEqYyYyx3aUaNpHgF1UyH8iKDYNuDkPWQXO/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+007.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/AVvXsEiWXmnMs_IkuoSO4Bv6F5FeWxt1NRoCenhSUUj-kVNRcypq-ne_RY4MUDEbYxXI3KKNRt_GMj9NzzRIskqQUTjjUXEPeb5qUjHRKlZoaVHuULEqYyYyx3aUaNpHgF1UyH8iKDYNuDkPWQXO/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529592389484434706" /></a>
<br />I mean.. fire on rocks?
<br />What's not groovy about that??
<br />Right under our place was a cool little gathering place..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrFf9R3FcYVuOSf86yON-T1nvM6NZJMOyijpFN3dXZiMOBvJf3QD1b-sce0lDmMfhIzprmxcvBNWoMtZ4HRKWYEVvQ1x7dejcG_EOC7k1ZQBlq0Oq6-zSqsjnUYxcyIpPE2RPijgSsuht/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+009.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJrFf9R3FcYVuOSf86yON-T1nvM6NZJMOyijpFN3dXZiMOBvJf3QD1b-sce0lDmMfhIzprmxcvBNWoMtZ4HRKWYEVvQ1x7dejcG_EOC7k1ZQBlq0Oq6-zSqsjnUYxcyIpPE2RPijgSsuht/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529593895539452674" /></a>
<br />(that if you're observant, and hungry.. you will notice housed the oh-so-tasty Kneaders.) We enjoyed eating it, out on the patio, in the perfect temperature, in our gorgeous surroundings, multiple times.
<br />When it got too late to eat anymore there..
<br />we got some to go.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO5gg5Rmi8I-TVj3quAhoU2lisVXbW3wrkTvva1Rqr9y9x_vojgDiSGpHTBAaarpLW1_-MuhrusqNM0ObrSz8KBgK_JlEekkEOYv1P-90ayrWBJBxl2dq17ThshZ-gOIBKjEUAQ8n-ibwf/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+019.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/AVvXsEgO5gg5Rmi8I-TVj3quAhoU2lisVXbW3wrkTvva1Rqr9y9x_vojgDiSGpHTBAaarpLW1_-MuhrusqNM0ObrSz8KBgK_JlEekkEOYv1P-90ayrWBJBxl2dq17ThshZ-gOIBKjEUAQ8n-ibwf/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529593471888740530" /></a>
<br />Indulging, is fun.
<br />So are complimentary robes.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqz80geXULe5auxy8VWHg2_26N8hx2v-xW-xwNerXXn4VFtYCSqax2w1Xhn_gP61XZhBYp9CtXQhd0b9WmY6kF9_CSWRtkl8Ux7nomKFOmn5QUJN7hkRFVYzF-VwC9FA3eiCvMzeSw7DM/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+015.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/AVvXsEjTqz80geXULe5auxy8VWHg2_26N8hx2v-xW-xwNerXXn4VFtYCSqax2w1Xhn_gP61XZhBYp9CtXQhd0b9WmY6kF9_CSWRtkl8Ux7nomKFOmn5QUJN7hkRFVYzF-VwC9FA3eiCvMzeSw7DM/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529599176505541234" /></a>
<br />The next day was the big race!
<br />I got me some pink on.. ate my usual banana.. and got ready to RUN!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCjDLetE-LukOmnKhkBrzvIcjQEe2G17ylpD8jxOiVcoY6HjqKXDQ1E5YI7wHWJHTv2iTnrnyKzjhd1qqHyLXDYoTwchDY8sB_Bq6OPAtjYtJJwABNo5-U8DF-5VxJeMnta3rYpAWrmG-/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+022.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHCjDLetE-LukOmnKhkBrzvIcjQEe2G17ylpD8jxOiVcoY6HjqKXDQ1E5YI7wHWJHTv2iTnrnyKzjhd1qqHyLXDYoTwchDY8sB_Bq6OPAtjYtJJwABNo5-U8DF-5VxJeMnta3rYpAWrmG-/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529594830334800514" /></a>I then continued to run for exactly 1 hour, and 36 minutes (and maybe 9 seconds?? Don't recall. Should I know that??) and rounded the last bend to see my little family-o-peeps cheering me on!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DP5Fjkav9zvpZ36U-lLivEHU7pLMxpd1Sa_S2rBja4JqNseiAZqelT501rfIy6aYc9M8QpuMmIITmbg9uwLRbOWfSNxJQ6eC-LtziLNTj9AxMunrAdVg9ZyA8F4r1xU8LyoDQDB0SeYR/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+032.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4DP5Fjkav9zvpZ36U-lLivEHU7pLMxpd1Sa_S2rBja4JqNseiAZqelT501rfIy6aYc9M8QpuMmIITmbg9uwLRbOWfSNxJQ6eC-LtziLNTj9AxMunrAdVg9ZyA8F4r1xU8LyoDQDB0SeYR/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529595460017536882" /></a>That would be me reaching out to love on them.
<br />They make me happy.
<br />Maybe I coulda shaved that last nine seconds off if I hadn't stopped for thier sweet little high fives.. but it was totally worth it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsqgYfrdil8TScftEk2oWCEcNQst_264z9tCerJOPW_rbJukNMUOgTLWZxy_PUft1rdExQR71a9biIpKnDgiH6VvH0-g-mE4xV6AimcxhArZsI46Ot22m-xHMbh8Ft-L3jpJYf369x0Ep/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+033.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHsqgYfrdil8TScftEk2oWCEcNQst_264z9tCerJOPW_rbJukNMUOgTLWZxy_PUft1rdExQR71a9biIpKnDgiH6VvH0-g-mE4xV6AimcxhArZsI46Ot22m-xHMbh8Ft-L3jpJYf369x0Ep/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529596310340266930" /></a>It's nice to be greeted by tiny legs in striped leggings.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfsfTouZWCAxiG-hlMuP0l8YA4oRJToU2YXd8sTOdFWeU2K61bOQ5gjpGsDwO667yOZvM_lEL7upReZG7YmOjZ3UK_oZ2bXp942OWdkJ0TKUmtgykYugvCPmAtO4NUSvDWFwqa7clEtiVE/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+040.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/AVvXsEhfsfTouZWCAxiG-hlMuP0l8YA4oRJToU2YXd8sTOdFWeU2K61bOQ5gjpGsDwO667yOZvM_lEL7upReZG7YmOjZ3UK_oZ2bXp942OWdkJ0TKUmtgykYugvCPmAtO4NUSvDWFwqa7clEtiVE/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529596697402786450" /></a>
<br />(Oh. And pink Converse with ruffle socks.)
<br />My Fan Club Pres. was very supportive..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLjILPBoaeQ6XdKnaIM8ulf8AiZQ_L1GCn2iuwNbmtQ9vIRFQVoWRsbO9nzDSL7P_fwChjfW6G2qcAsbnU9TkhxRI9tYO8NcjOfqZxDJ-fFw1s17NE_DPrh8zftBC9w2eVgSM-uMkqv6eH/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+039.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/AVvXsEiLjILPBoaeQ6XdKnaIM8ulf8AiZQ_L1GCn2iuwNbmtQ9vIRFQVoWRsbO9nzDSL7P_fwChjfW6G2qcAsbnU9TkhxRI9tYO8NcjOfqZxDJ-fFw1s17NE_DPrh8zftBC9w2eVgSM-uMkqv6eH/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529597105271359938" /></a>
<br />and I never could have handled having all the kids there to be apart of it without him.
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtGk4s-zxcAsVlFhx3i9XOd7SwEyLx_mkGwgvW39kwJ2GbvTVaYj7AuI6WFGW7L0UAqf7dY0TmCsOBmG3ax2pof-YuffOL6fN0O1SmnFcyrdkUv8HTkwzeLx1L4QFVnw1XojAfcT0Ai2LS/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+042.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/AVvXsEhtGk4s-zxcAsVlFhx3i9XOd7SwEyLx_mkGwgvW39kwJ2GbvTVaYj7AuI6WFGW7L0UAqf7dY0TmCsOBmG3ax2pof-YuffOL6fN0O1SmnFcyrdkUv8HTkwzeLx1L4QFVnw1XojAfcT0Ai2LS/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529597586748974258" /></a
<br />We sat in the mountain sunshine waiting to receive my "1st in age group 35-39" award!
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzcxY9AE1sYsRDR_lwD_hMD2LI6ulgAEWhFPlKZDa61l1UJ5kT8pajYDoYfn32ETzPbjnOFXB283ZsA3UucsOOhKIBshNHk_puQqpDPNzXxYRHi7e05Krfb6vNNrzlfQc3Y_oLUzPoIV6T/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+046.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/AVvXsEhzcxY9AE1sYsRDR_lwD_hMD2LI6ulgAEWhFPlKZDa61l1UJ5kT8pajYDoYfn32ETzPbjnOFXB283ZsA3UucsOOhKIBshNHk_puQqpDPNzXxYRHi7e05Krfb6vNNrzlfQc3Y_oLUzPoIV6T/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529598340817932546" /></a>
<br />(Are we surprised Sophie wanted in on the spotlight??)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzha_uMNqunkW7kDjD8_FvvW1PP683cVit-a_X9WGR7yAcowt7o1DLaKKhvSDB73-nJsk7uhyphenhyphenupABGNW_1d2LvAwNEhFSsejvLvfM4O5WeMHqqYcVXesgqgl_EXMZuocAY4UT9f2V5ZeNF/s1600/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzha_uMNqunkW7kDjD8_FvvW1PP683cVit-a_X9WGR7yAcowt7o1DLaKKhvSDB73-nJsk7uhyphenhyphenupABGNW_1d2LvAwNEhFSsejvLvfM4O5WeMHqqYcVXesgqgl_EXMZuocAY4UT9f2V5ZeNF/s400/Pink+Half+Marathon+Park+City+2010+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529598632651479618" /></a>I ended up 6th overall out of the 400 runners.. and left feeling KINDA thrilled about the whole thing.
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<br />katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-5828623915476721102010-10-11T11:51:00.001-07:002010-10-11T12:05:08.842-07:00Just Some Stuff..Sophie, smelling a perfume sample at Kohls:<br />"Oh my gosh.. this smells like a dream."<br /><br />Bo, while looking at a collage of baby pictures of himself, sings to himself with a silly grin..<br />"Oh Bo, what a cute baby.. you're just so much cuter than your big brothers.."<br /><br />Sam, who has suddenly become interested in 'watching his weight', when taking a piece of bread from the sacrament tray at church, turned and whispered..<br />"How many calories in that?"<br /><br />Jesse, trying to explain why he just didn't click with some kids, asks..<br />"Ya know the kind of kids that try to use logic, to be funny?? Or like, scientific observations? It's just not that funny."<br /><br />In other news:<br /><br />We're missing a chicken. Hmmm.<br />Anyone seen Princess Girl? She's the white one.<br />Guess we should of put a collar on her.<br />Last night Sophie saw a chicken in Africa on the Amazing Race,<br />and asked if that might be ours.<br />I doubt it.<br /><br />We finally got our butts in the back yard and picked up the 200 peaches that had fallen off our very heavy laden peach tree branches.<br />I made cobbler, and ate half the pan, in under an hour.<br /><br />I ran in the rain on my favorite trail today.<br />It felt so good..even if I had 15 gnats on my shirt and 2 in my EYEBALLS afterward.<br />EW.<br />I'm running a half marathon in Park City this weekend.<br />Wonder if there's a gnat problem up there.<br /><br />My KIA broke down on me again.. and then started again.<br />Ya just never know if you're gonna make it where you're going or not.<br />I like livin' on the edge.<br /><br />That's all for now.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-77318618708043632902010-10-06T20:50:00.001-07:002010-10-06T21:12:07.167-07:00Just A Swangin'.. (And A "Swor-in"..)Sophie loves to swing.<br />LOVES it. <br />She will run to the yellow swing that Grandma bought,<br />that hangs from our huge front tree.. 10 times a day.<br />Just to swing.<br />It's just, so, fun.<br />She used to need pushing..<br />but has now mastered the art of pumping..<br />so is free to swing whenever she darn well feels the urge--<br />but still prefers, as young princesses will, to be pushed.<br />Delights, in being pushed.<br />DEE-lights I tell ya.<br />Jasen has started to take her on little later night sneaks over to the school playground for a good night swing on the big school swings.<br />It's dark.. and they go even higher.<br />She laughs like it's the most fun she could ever know..<br />and never, ever, tires of it.<br />She comes in giddy.<br />Elated.<br />Her cheeks cold and flushed from the night air.<br />I love how simple the pleasure of it is to her.<br /><br />I also love.. that while takin' a little poop yesterday,<br />(Sophie still. I know-- you were thinking it was ME.)<br />she stuck up her middle finger and said,<br />"Is this a swore? My friend said this was a swore."<br />I laughed out loud.. and then replied..<br />"Yeah. Kind of. That's a way people swear using their hands."<br />"Oh." She answered. "Why do people do swears?"<br />"Well.." I continued..<br />"I guess some people think it's cool. Don't you think that's kind of dumb?"<br />"Mom." she says, in this kind of tender, but reprehending sort of tone..<br />"Everybody makes mistakes."katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-38700409138695259672010-09-23T10:05:00.001-07:002010-09-23T16:36:59.976-07:00Grow Up Already...So just when I think I MIGHT be becoming more like those "grown-ups" I've heard talk of..<br />(ya know the ones: they watch the news and prepare budgets.. they keep receipts and take vitamins.. and I'm pretty sure they know how many countries there are in the world.)<br />So although I do not do any of the above mentioned items..<br />I do show glimpses of a grown-up here and there.<br />I mean, after all: <br />I recycle.<br />I keep my kids clean.. pretty clean.. and fed.<br />I can do basic math. Very, basic, math.<br />And there's a BUNCH of wrinkles on my face.<br /><br />So as I was saying.. I think I'm legit in a few facets..<br />if only a very, rare, few.<br />But the other day-- in the bathroom of a frozen yogurt place called "Spoon Me"--<br />I seriously started doubting my maturity in general.<br />In those ever-so-popular vinyl letters, they had decorated the walls with phrases like:<br /><br />"You.. Me... Spoon?"<br /><br />or<br /><br />"Feel like spooning?"<br /><br />I know. Cute. A play on words with the places name.<br />But what turned it from cute..<br />to freakin' hilarious, for me, personally..<br />was the way in which other customers..<br />much likely a bit younger than myself,<br />had cleverly peeled all the S's and N's off every "spoon".. turning it into.. um.. "poo."<br />Therefore.. the phrases had become..<br /><br />"You... Me... poo?"<br /><br />or<br /><br />"Feel like poo ing?"<br /><br />Or my very favorite..<br /><br />"Shhh. Just poo."<br /><br />I laughed out loud.<br />Like a 5th grader.<br />For a good while.<br /><br />I mean what's not funny about THAT?<br />(Don't answer if you're in a real grown-up kinda mood.)katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-61368194072066343832010-09-20T13:41:00.000-07:002010-09-20T13:47:18.798-07:00Losing the "Cool" In "Cool Mom"Soooo... Sophie started a new dance class on Thursday.<br />Of course she was excited.<br />Of Course.<br />Of course she wore her best multi-colored tu-tu and matching bow.<br />Of course.<br />Of course on the ride there,<br />I started singing some made-up ditty that went a little something like this,<br /><br />"Very first day of dance class!<br />Very first day ofdance class!"<br /><br />Of course.<br /><br />To which my 4-year-old..<br />who in the past has always seemed to find me quite enjoyable and witty..<br />replied:<br /><br />"Could you please not do that.<br />It makes me feel embarrassed."<br /><br />Of course.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-18694586823963590052010-09-16T07:33:00.000-07:002010-09-16T08:00:37.865-07:00A Small Request...So.. I REALLY enjoy the white New York Cheesecake flavor of soft serve yogurt at the Maverick.<br />REALLY, enjoy it.<br />And when they have it.. it usually stays around for awhile-- until they switch out the flavor to something I find disgusting.. like cookies and cream.<br />(Cookies and cream YOGURT... really?)<br />So here we are in September, with hot weather coming to an end, and I'm panicking just a smidge because last I checked.. it's still cookies and crud.. and I want me some white New York cheesecake, before it SNOWS.<br />My request?? That any of you frequenting the Maverick.. comment that you'd love to see the return of the white New York Cheesecake flavor (there is power in numbers..)and inform me immediately if you see the switch has been made. I'm not joking around here folks.<br /><br />I know. Pretty important stuff.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-86127962546262314222010-09-11T21:02:00.000-07:002010-09-11T21:11:10.030-07:00Hey-ster There-ster<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-Pty4g3vSzVT9Od-GaMren9BLuMtDK_CoTz9taJb-wyy0zT5Iszx5zQzpHtJQmMt-zVXSFSiRpEeNNANhkQPz86fiyOCsWzICIERUILmGGPFuhQ9Z-tULVw0nxVFSZt9OFvDdzH3sqlE/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+003.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/AVvXsEgn-Pty4g3vSzVT9Od-GaMren9BLuMtDK_CoTz9taJb-wyy0zT5Iszx5zQzpHtJQmMt-zVXSFSiRpEeNNANhkQPz86fiyOCsWzICIERUILmGGPFuhQ9Z-tULVw0nxVFSZt9OFvDdzH3sqlE/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515874520401603954" /></a><br />Um.. my Bo that I've spoken recently and oh-so-fondly of..<br />has outta no where-- began his own little Bo language.<br />It goes a little something like this.<br /><br />"Hi-ster Mom-ster. I'm-ster hungry-ster."<br /><br />No big thing.<br />I'm guessing it won't catch on like pig latin.<br />I just find it hilarious.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-56168440710654967692010-09-08T14:51:00.000-07:002010-09-08T15:33:14.415-07:00Birthdays and Races and SOUP! Oh MY!See this little weirdo??<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJsWo7lbEZrEqNHpFTtkiULYcCwjSLB6eeHR4if4Yrz3LIK_M6mG1HzOGyectDYUvIPo-2OthlOE90VMs6sRL8S4a7H3ROB2JuhbX4Sa3AVNtxniqrI-2S5P6Ng8mQS9EDJ6xkhjCT5ja/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicJsWo7lbEZrEqNHpFTtkiULYcCwjSLB6eeHR4if4Yrz3LIK_M6mG1HzOGyectDYUvIPo-2OthlOE90VMs6sRL8S4a7H3ROB2JuhbX4Sa3AVNtxniqrI-2S5P6Ng8mQS9EDJ6xkhjCT5ja/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514664530564581746" /></a><br />I adore him.<br />My Bo turned 8 back in August-- and chose to make the exact same goofy drinking soda face at this years party.. as he did at last years. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMz_JvWuDknadO-LUoj3HXgwmh-IfBggorqdNFHz0siwU4mM6-_KvQXnHUaEQZc2Cb3F1mW81t_q-r3EUmEwwG-9dHWMahVQcoyJ8_DtVUX9e3_YgNApqD2sB_F6FOq4tKmw6ubmNfo19T/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+014.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/AVvXsEjMz_JvWuDknadO-LUoj3HXgwmh-IfBggorqdNFHz0siwU4mM6-_KvQXnHUaEQZc2Cb3F1mW81t_q-r3EUmEwwG-9dHWMahVQcoyJ8_DtVUX9e3_YgNApqD2sB_F6FOq4tKmw6ubmNfo19T/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514666099115820882" /></a><br />He also, just like last year, received a last minute "wrapped" (in t.p.) gift from Sophie, and was very sweet to act grateful for the stale Starburst she surprised him with..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEQki1m4zkLjxxtqKdBYaZYj-u7pTh-b-gszxHbX2RwEr8_L_6a5cGP0mCOGjvU0FsROrgJC00ei2_5oXznxT36klt2pm5gzk3lpKrRlRfnmNq0QsVgghjgIWziCgl5Tht3wprTnwVL-uo/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+017.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/AVvXsEhEQki1m4zkLjxxtqKdBYaZYj-u7pTh-b-gszxHbX2RwEr8_L_6a5cGP0mCOGjvU0FsROrgJC00ei2_5oXznxT36klt2pm5gzk3lpKrRlRfnmNq0QsVgghjgIWziCgl5Tht3wprTnwVL-uo/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514666646651737074" /></a><br />..and again, had a darling group of wet, hyper 2nd graders run around our yard to celebrate!<br />I could share all 20 pictures of them making wet, hyper 2nd grader faces.. but I'm behind in my bloggable bits.. SO.. moving on..<br />Bo's birthday is always the preface to summers end.. and school beginning!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeZn0b3MjInLcTBeFalIlMYYEiUY-w6JTXw-ilGppu0-081u8gauQC5RACFqF-QzsXL9Vg8YvQAdrR1R_LQl7vzvVl9R8gLXgPp1Zf9qu80rtsqpUFQorX-ym8sa2dUpdZETDg3mmeFZp/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+024.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGeZn0b3MjInLcTBeFalIlMYYEiUY-w6JTXw-ilGppu0-081u8gauQC5RACFqF-QzsXL9Vg8YvQAdrR1R_LQl7vzvVl9R8gLXgPp1Zf9qu80rtsqpUFQorX-ym8sa2dUpdZETDg3mmeFZp/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514667995065791330" /></a><br />So here you have my token "First Day of School" shot. Again.. the Bo.<br />(I really did take some of the big boys..just can't find them in my files-- my "files" would make your head spin.. file savvy, I am not.. but I promise Jess and Sam were dressed and smiling. I swear.)<br />NEXT!<br />My first half marathon.<br />What can I say...I DIG, the running.<br />Here's me eating my pre-race banana.. in kinda stupid warm-up pants.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdmYMLQRr8TiosTs7h1VqbqQ1sHlYvnhSMmceojEd5tJKLGFO3mi57jVhRYGsYQQEzBagi1aen29YL39_ZbDo5WjXCufJ2Wmfwt-Qkqz-G7fKzj0Vt-QuKyw4HZvdjWWkJabsRxQ7I6EF/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLdmYMLQRr8TiosTs7h1VqbqQ1sHlYvnhSMmceojEd5tJKLGFO3mi57jVhRYGsYQQEzBagi1aen29YL39_ZbDo5WjXCufJ2Wmfwt-Qkqz-G7fKzj0Vt-QuKyw4HZvdjWWkJabsRxQ7I6EF/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514669267718080658" /></a><br />And here's me 13.1 miles later!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUr-38gdUONISPnl_Dv4LnuzsBP5pkHCqMAAdVg5wJBy-LnNmMKZFTWLJnMTR73vhcQT6e9FU1Gpgo4EFiuP8zf5hK3TPcmLNtd9bvtDwhktFrihYxEk2T60g25qWC6-5_9zS_Pu4k7ccI/s1600/Half+Marathon+004.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/AVvXsEjUr-38gdUONISPnl_Dv4LnuzsBP5pkHCqMAAdVg5wJBy-LnNmMKZFTWLJnMTR73vhcQT6e9FU1Gpgo4EFiuP8zf5hK3TPcmLNtd9bvtDwhktFrihYxEk2T60g25qWC6-5_9zS_Pu4k7ccI/s400/Half+Marathon+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514669818557399010" /></a><br />I posted some of the professional pics they take along the course of me on FB.. but props to Jasen for catching this one near the finish line.<br />I loved it. I had no idea if I could run that far or not.. so was excited to finish in 1:41and am hoping to beat my time at another Half going on up in Park City in October!<br />(Come with me! Anyone? Anyone??)<br />Of course having some darling "athletic supporters" cheering me on made it even BETTER.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKqhAVtNdlY1Afzc9djrDU0AjeyCONWLXuPcqLWzhfe6pf8Pft2Zg69ZKMfY8otjRcsyWbSU36dOd3zXitm9sscPDlhltRImZxZVyRMBytXOxWCxzPtdVnBuK1phAFLu4sta6c2gKfVvr/s1600/Half+Marathon+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRKqhAVtNdlY1Afzc9djrDU0AjeyCONWLXuPcqLWzhfe6pf8Pft2Zg69ZKMfY8otjRcsyWbSU36dOd3zXitm9sscPDlhltRImZxZVyRMBytXOxWCxzPtdVnBuK1phAFLu4sta6c2gKfVvr/s400/Half+Marathon+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670252723935554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6tDbiAB6aVJW8uH8AKZkST0bF-0plYQLR0XxiwR5Lmp_7ezPZh5u4DPWCKxcEmLi1JgfmlvWnwBZkEJfdr0y8xfUM2_sXPpD320n2xxdEFHrzqIZq12clN45tv7WyNeyHg4l6KNH6gen/s1600/Half+Marathon+008.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP6tDbiAB6aVJW8uH8AKZkST0bF-0plYQLR0XxiwR5Lmp_7ezPZh5u4DPWCKxcEmLi1JgfmlvWnwBZkEJfdr0y8xfUM2_sXPpD320n2xxdEFHrzqIZq12clN45tv7WyNeyHg4l6KNH6gen/s400/Half+Marathon+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670427886359586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdFqUbXb-l3N2LxP7MWC7T34tpyCHFM3cAM3-63ycHWRng5X1BUTMOgAHnxH7c2g343-z0S8T6-TcVmWIyBhf87Ji-GylrJ4hfHQO9d6T5wRjA19jXYCnS27NwMqYHCwVnfNs0RbINp8M/s1600/Half+Marathon+007.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGdFqUbXb-l3N2LxP7MWC7T34tpyCHFM3cAM3-63ycHWRng5X1BUTMOgAHnxH7c2g343-z0S8T6-TcVmWIyBhf87Ji-GylrJ4hfHQO9d6T5wRjA19jXYCnS27NwMqYHCwVnfNs0RbINp8M/s400/Half+Marathon+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514670612272463426" /></a><br />In other news.. the tortilla soup I made for dinner last night, and lunch today.. was so tasty I had to photograph it.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMqtAyGo5KLXAqkCQZKZ8ukzBVGutHtmX5TPpLLbyd-wVksLirwKwcN6EJ_NCGYF6NckveqZlvG_bCjNNLMMDqIg1MaLJoeLi-1RMvVYdhaQ3Vdf9uUFC6AZEOEcfUlOpHKLSeCLe1ZOqI/s1600/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+026.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/AVvXsEhMqtAyGo5KLXAqkCQZKZ8ukzBVGutHtmX5TPpLLbyd-wVksLirwKwcN6EJ_NCGYF6NckveqZlvG_bCjNNLMMDqIg1MaLJoeLi-1RMvVYdhaQ3Vdf9uUFC6AZEOEcfUlOpHKLSeCLe1ZOqI/s400/Bo's+bday+and+School+starts+2010+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514673997106415170" /></a><br />Big enough bowl for ya?<br />I heart avacados. <br />Oh. And there's a mouse in my house. SICK.<br />Kay. I think I'm all caught up for the moment.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-33832106199471662892010-08-18T19:23:00.000-07:002010-08-19T12:09:14.570-07:00Chicks In Tennies...LOOK! I ran another race! Get a friggin' load-o-me.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPk_KQQ3QCywprjaUb6TMX5fqlrYoGBRxtuNEEXxWaq4wlmOlXkfBVMAEB0pRxv71A4q91mIV5eUBEGiiaP2KP5w5hebflXn3w_CJrlG4yKrzKrvw1HNRECb_LfUiFYbxeuYv366CgZ0Xi/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+016.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/AVvXsEgPk_KQQ3QCywprjaUb6TMX5fqlrYoGBRxtuNEEXxWaq4wlmOlXkfBVMAEB0pRxv71A4q91mIV5eUBEGiiaP2KP5w5hebflXn3w_CJrlG4yKrzKrvw1HNRECb_LfUiFYbxeuYv366CgZ0Xi/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506941606941638818" /></a><br />ACTUALLY-- get a friggin' load of ALL those adorable little runner girls.<br />Precious, are we not??<br />All fresh-faced and eager to begin our adventure!<br />The Cache-Teton EPIC Relay to Jackson Hole!<br />We each had 3 legs to run over a 2-day continuous race-- and we were ready to get THAT party started.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhxhcPVMhAia1cvjlh7C7WemJljSooP4OOOTHWqN0eeHSAtGYw0CGPkNKbbcMI9QPy8NL9sIBmgXZjPL6bWkiXqLqFCU_x4xrNFMAbjlXl5AxJd_1rNIrH2GOoETOyV7mLiQ8mO9TF7vG/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+018.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhxhcPVMhAia1cvjlh7C7WemJljSooP4OOOTHWqN0eeHSAtGYw0CGPkNKbbcMI9QPy8NL9sIBmgXZjPL6bWkiXqLqFCU_x4xrNFMAbjlXl5AxJd_1rNIrH2GOoETOyV7mLiQ8mO9TF7vG/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506942192211561986" /></a><br />Sally was up first in all her smiley-grinned glory,<br />and we only lost her once..<br />for a couple minutes.<br />Here we are a couple legs in-- STILL feelin' perky..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_ujkYNZS5hqUeRgFTRfGY1vKTzPyXy2PzA5wBWiGswVBlu9W4OP8w9K8Qwm4rwPikIYLvnZHeJSWY9m9WsE4f8BaIYDcJnNIG_zKnxpWUnTCSzTtWR7APrK-NVor-w_AWC9xGSWty3CfH/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+020.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/AVvXsEi_ujkYNZS5hqUeRgFTRfGY1vKTzPyXy2PzA5wBWiGswVBlu9W4OP8w9K8Qwm4rwPikIYLvnZHeJSWY9m9WsE4f8BaIYDcJnNIG_zKnxpWUnTCSzTtWR7APrK-NVor-w_AWC9xGSWty3CfH/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506943568013586450" /></a><br />Quarters WERE tight.<br />7 chicks,<br />7 sleeping bags,<br />7 bags,<br />and 7 POUNDS OF SNACKS..<br />a snug lil' SUV does make.<br />But on we rolled!<br />My first leg was a 7-mile stretch through the always po-dunk-yet-loveable Preston Idaho. I booked it as hard as I could-- and though SIKED about my 7 1/2 minute miles (I've never timed myself!).. enjoyed a crazy bout-o-nausea almost immediately upon finishing. YUMMY.<br />Shortly after.. I proceeded to poop like a dog, behind a barn, in the weeds.. but we don't really need to talk about that.<br />MOVING ON..<br />After completing the first 6 legs, we met up with our second van of even MORE darling Lightening Ladies..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwN1tA0woWyz289Qx1A5_sSRB5B7YRDDVSI8SQmX6UsGUn5gGG2zGsrgxrL26zlp8lxt19I7moWl5fXcVRHIDZKB3Z1y6aB5QPuANkQ-HPYNdKQ4T147evau6y7uH78jG9E4cVVy6Gw7g/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+022.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/AVvXsEhDwN1tA0woWyz289Qx1A5_sSRB5B7YRDDVSI8SQmX6UsGUn5gGG2zGsrgxrL26zlp8lxt19I7moWl5fXcVRHIDZKB3Z1y6aB5QPuANkQ-HPYNdKQ4T147evau6y7uH78jG9E4cVVy6Gw7g/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506945291656298482" /></a><br />I mean seriously... DARLING.<br />(What's not fun about HER??)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYHjNUI6byxWEmxVzV4zNcGJntolbG_OYGPLPrIvYTtXHtDewoCmD6ItivaQf2olgHh_CqH4C003uTGmb_Bib8M8CrtRsCUhH72LvznviEf7MByL2TCvfxz7_CiCWagnieGWTta41hcJL9/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+024.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/AVvXsEiYHjNUI6byxWEmxVzV4zNcGJntolbG_OYGPLPrIvYTtXHtDewoCmD6ItivaQf2olgHh_CqH4C003uTGmb_Bib8M8CrtRsCUhH72LvznviEf7MByL2TCvfxz7_CiCWagnieGWTta41hcJL9/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507199325250620018" /></a><br />And then proceeded to our next "rest stop".<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Alyg0m3tAyegZXoc8Kmfak0uvduOJxGL5hFycrnI44pBk9qUprX985nsw0rlzScR2OJ4871C5cXxB9L7aRUHI6L5gUvzYu7oOkzTQR6FwsJ7mU3M773NqTdumn8VNu9V9jjvSjpyjzh_/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+028.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/AVvXsEg_Alyg0m3tAyegZXoc8Kmfak0uvduOJxGL5hFycrnI44pBk9qUprX985nsw0rlzScR2OJ4871C5cXxB9L7aRUHI6L5gUvzYu7oOkzTQR6FwsJ7mU3M773NqTdumn8VNu9V9jjvSjpyjzh_/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506946048970958066" /></a><br />I use the term "rest", loosely. Don't know 'bout you.. but nodding off in a sleeping bag, in broad daylight, on a High School lawn.. does not come easy for me.<br />Besides.. I had all these cute people to talk to..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxETm-uDiKi-Bs-gkMc53CAV06Bf0tvZX6i-1NoWE7DYb9WekMf_FnKqIs9y4d6wJQjy-jSP1BW0grsdghyvM_zYAUt-yVioWB5zZ1Nyfkur_y0ixt3eCooZrkjKxqS5jYPpIwcdI5Iy2x/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+027.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/AVvXsEgxETm-uDiKi-Bs-gkMc53CAV06Bf0tvZX6i-1NoWE7DYb9WekMf_FnKqIs9y4d6wJQjy-jSP1BW0grsdghyvM_zYAUt-yVioWB5zZ1Nyfkur_y0ixt3eCooZrkjKxqS5jYPpIwcdI5Iy2x/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506946608039497874" /></a><br />and we all know.. the talking DOES come easy to me.. so why bother??<br />No real rest was had.<br />My next leg was a 3-miler through.. um.. who the hell KNOWS where..<br />where much to my surprise, and I spanked it with 7 minute miles! Who knew?<br />Of course every leg began and ended with me using one of these beauties..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEm-ai6MQF6uN2onpeyPsOQNB8fzxjQL1GbKE9-lYdZ8kcd4gpRcIfVUZ_b0i4yASv9PQIVSRvIFhr6g5Wx5nSYIHiNBhXHS9P9r0m64gnUf4_w1zOCyOYsr4O_CXY9HesS2RnW7WlDTr/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdEm-ai6MQF6uN2onpeyPsOQNB8fzxjQL1GbKE9-lYdZ8kcd4gpRcIfVUZ_b0i4yASv9PQIVSRvIFhr6g5Wx5nSYIHiNBhXHS9P9r0m64gnUf4_w1zOCyOYsr4O_CXY9HesS2RnW7WlDTr/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506947402164463570" /></a><br />which always makes a girl feel glam.. but is better than, ya know.. weeds behind a barn.<br />We stopped for the night while the other brave van trucked on with their next set-o-legs.. where, long-story short.. I ended up shivering under my $2.50 Wal-Mart towel praying for daylight..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHSr9j6wrOTfuHF1vruc3SBGGAwk8sBfhPG4ddvNYXWoM2f2QAO1vAQI-p0ZajY4xZ2VgqXtU4VcObKuVeNi7iUnvk681b8tOoS8nhq_PmQHaH_PXUBALFfRMUMcRwPv1-NsWBW6gZKRLR/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+030.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/AVvXsEhHSr9j6wrOTfuHF1vruc3SBGGAwk8sBfhPG4ddvNYXWoM2f2QAO1vAQI-p0ZajY4xZ2VgqXtU4VcObKuVeNi7iUnvk681b8tOoS8nhq_PmQHaH_PXUBALFfRMUMcRwPv1-NsWBW6gZKRLR/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506948364704299794" /></a><br />til' we got the call at 3 am that the first team was done and we were back in action under the oh-so-chilly Wyoming stars!<br />Now I'm just boring you all.. so I'll wrap it up.. but gotta say I loved my last 7.5-er through the gorgeous canyon in the BRISK mornin' air.. and somehow pulled out 7 minute miles again, making me feel like a supa-star for just a quick moment in life.<br />GOOD, STUFF.<br />Every one ran their little exhausted guts out-- so proud of all of em'..<br />and woo-EEE did it feel good to hit Teton Village at the finish line.. fill our achin' bellies.. and lay in the mountain sun awaiting the 2nd van.<br />TA-DA.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaYWs2OJEAvnLpeKSholYXS6XgQaQEXnMyBbzyuIsaU_zQKWFKHcPi3eO3_ium_Cuqex7jDI8EmRmH0qCMZXSj3pzP8c2rB9Uo6LkrFUdntkchMjSKkr-KnfaAUrNiZtzE6VegkeOFryhR/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+037.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/AVvXsEjaYWs2OJEAvnLpeKSholYXS6XgQaQEXnMyBbzyuIsaU_zQKWFKHcPi3eO3_ium_Cuqex7jDI8EmRmH0qCMZXSj3pzP8c2rB9Uo6LkrFUdntkchMjSKkr-KnfaAUrNiZtzE6VegkeOFryhR/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506950407244754882" /></a><br />We even got medals. And random male competitors hanging out in our picture.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkfmCVycKdSWDX-dM2RKnMzn8FQ9UboXBpvHax8Hy-tEebknbsuWnrrLKrHQtQfMIsH6XbcszpW8RYrwttKfbqWcczi_ORlyf3GWMqzcLPyqNZqyzM_Bn5P6jHpwj2plapI2E983tVgoa/s1600/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+038.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/AVvXsEhgkfmCVycKdSWDX-dM2RKnMzn8FQ9UboXBpvHax8Hy-tEebknbsuWnrrLKrHQtQfMIsH6XbcszpW8RYrwttKfbqWcczi_ORlyf3GWMqzcLPyqNZqyzM_Bn5P6jHpwj2plapI2E983tVgoa/s400/Grandmas+Visit+and+Cache+Teton+Race+038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506950679322913986" /></a><br />Loved every second of it.<br />Let's do this again real soon.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-82538184088137783722010-07-04T21:48:00.001-07:002010-07-04T21:56:03.101-07:00Things That Make me REALLY Happy..Her..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXNLMjl9k60yfnHkafQL79tnYWcWGtgmEJi-folrR-H0WoQPn49QJG-VjaVx6VJ14G9zVSptVEkqOFl0GlnPT8Jhs3RUtKks9sVQPsxlLbBaE4IB1BtVZIEXEFZ33T4QTfjicsHuENhOT/s1600/Summer+2010+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXNLMjl9k60yfnHkafQL79tnYWcWGtgmEJi-folrR-H0WoQPn49QJG-VjaVx6VJ14G9zVSptVEkqOFl0GlnPT8Jhs3RUtKks9sVQPsxlLbBaE4IB1BtVZIEXEFZ33T4QTfjicsHuENhOT/s400/Summer+2010+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490279811020864786" /></a><br />at her first ever day at dance. <br /><br />Them..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxjS8pdNxir2u_sgUvq492eDkaNZaCUpPA7kuS02ahzIPEi6Tz0woSGojzROMIVFD6x-SrXtfrmFptqIb4t9aGkgKnnVNmKmvYDgUFO3CjSLz7b-SiY9dh8Eit6DmnViH7zPqTXcUXcBT/s1600/Summer+2010+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNxjS8pdNxir2u_sgUvq492eDkaNZaCUpPA7kuS02ahzIPEi6Tz0woSGojzROMIVFD6x-SrXtfrmFptqIb4t9aGkgKnnVNmKmvYDgUFO3CjSLz7b-SiY9dh8Eit6DmnViH7zPqTXcUXcBT/s400/Summer+2010+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490280415802159810" /></a><br />goin' fishin'.<br /><br />And ME..<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3DmWNWlBxLyRtGCnsRL-_RzQpLNUoU4ag6L9JWGLfcHxsYUoWAdD6A07Mxv7ESN1B_04plYA5HBtqeLtmf_PDc3FNA_g3Vl-wm7muMPYE6Xr30obc7PxeO8QJ095MhULhuAEfOLoBSXhO/s1600/Summer+2010+023.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/AVvXsEj3DmWNWlBxLyRtGCnsRL-_RzQpLNUoU4ag6L9JWGLfcHxsYUoWAdD6A07Mxv7ESN1B_04plYA5HBtqeLtmf_PDc3FNA_g3Vl-wm7muMPYE6Xr30obc7PxeO8QJ095MhULhuAEfOLoBSXhO/s400/Summer+2010+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490280769184115490" /></a><br />running my first 15K, and LOVIN' it.<br /><br />Even if the race shirt was very, very, unattractive.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV25P22sZzlkRp5BevKHIsN-TW0WnsZl18dbRaNDPQyvIo9y8_SdItz1mNNsaZL_8kr4ULZQJePXHC5b44g6LFSLoNfe9O1mL1GkYHqJgq1i1u2ElXhFeg21anC3nwL0xvoSqnQLYRm2q/s1600/Summer+2010+025.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwV25P22sZzlkRp5BevKHIsN-TW0WnsZl18dbRaNDPQyvIo9y8_SdItz1mNNsaZL_8kr4ULZQJePXHC5b44g6LFSLoNfe9O1mL1GkYHqJgq1i1u2ElXhFeg21anC3nwL0xvoSqnQLYRm2q/s400/Summer+2010+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490281301445571058" /></a>katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-72617007269718750542010-06-27T22:57:00.000-07:002010-06-27T23:12:03.381-07:00I'm A Survivor..Just puttin' out there that since purchasing our cozy little red house built circa 1965.. I have lived, and and somehow survived, for 2 1/2 years NOT having a dishwasher, or air-conditioning. I'm a regular pioneer.<br />I'm not saying my hand-washed dishes are spotless. (My boys LOVE to point out, and gross out, when they find a little peanut butter or cream cheese dried on a fork. GET OVER IT dudes. You guys think showering once a week is sufficient.. but a dried Rice Krispy stuck in your bowl is gonna put ya over the edge?) <br />And I'm not saying that sittin' here at midnight after an 85 degree day.. that I'm not a little moist on my upper lip.<br />I'm just saying, I've made it this far.<br />That's all.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-25604908275014386042010-06-18T13:47:00.000-07:002010-06-18T20:16:21.689-07:00Kay.. That's NOT that Funny.. I Don't Care Who Ya Are..Last night, just about midnight.. on our way home from a Bees game in Salt Lake..<br />Sophie-- obviously, and understandably tired..<br />chose to repeat,<br />in THE whiniest,<br />moaniest,<br />possibly MOST irritating tone EVER..<br />"Just TELL me we're HOME!<br />Just TELL me, we're HOME..<br />Just TELL me we're HOME!"<br />for exactly one, half, of an hour.<br /><br />I of course attempted, more than 5 times, to just comply and say,<br />"O.K. We're home."<br />Even though, obviously, we were not.<br />To which she would continue..<br />"Just TELL me, we're HOME."<br /><br />I'd like to believe holding back the urge to shove my hoodie in her mouth,<br />somehow built my character, and proved what a patient, loving sorta Mom I am.<br />But truth be told, looking back,<br />I think I was just way too tired,<br />and it was WAY too much effort to crawl into the back,<br />and do anything about it.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-13260311245894347492010-06-13T00:49:00.000-07:002010-06-13T00:53:16.473-07:00Now THAT'S Funny.. I Don't Care Who Ya Are..Sophie, today.. <br />carrying over a box of Frosted Mini-Wheats.. declared:<br />"I'd like some of these bad boys."katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-29645489820494002462010-05-19T18:03:00.000-07:002010-05-19T18:11:55.092-07:00Pathetic Much??SOOOOO.. nothin' really.<br />It's just that I just finished preparing, and eating, a pretty mediocre, yet filling (and isn't that the real point?)dinner.. and am so dreading the clean-up<br />that I thought maybe if I sat here mustering up something to blog about,<br />I could put it off for just a minute longer.<br />But alas... I got nothin'.<br />I COULD go on about how much it pleases me that my dog was groomed today leaving him smelling much less "dog" than before.. and how much it DISpleases me that Sophie has been LOSING it over pretty much anything that happens in an average day..<br />and that I found a pair of jamma pants at Old Navy..<br />and that upon reading the nutritional info at Panda Express today--<br />I could simply not, finish, my meal.<br />But none of that is all that interesting.<br />So I guess I'll do the dishes..<br />cause I can already see the pasta starting to harden to the sides of the bowls.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-42909246310513190102010-05-11T11:34:00.000-07:002010-05-11T11:53:37.890-07:00On A Lighter Note..So though very "cleansing" and somewhat theraputic.. I've been feeling bad my last post was kind of a drag.. (though I do appreciate all your sweet comments-- and promise you, as presumed would be.. it was better in, the morning..)so thought I'd lighten the mood here on "Nothin' But Love", and share a quick story that made me giggle.<br />My cute sister-in-law called to say that among other family news, her daughter, my neice, was in the middle of her final senior project, which involved having to serve in the community for a certain amount of hours.<br />(Kay.. that just made it sound like she was graduating from prison.. it's actually a private Catholic school.. just to clear things up.)<br />Moving on.<br />So the service they were assigned was volunteering in a Nursing Home.<br />Simple enough.<br />They were assigned a small group in the dementia ward.. which I'm sure get's tricky, but in all their festive, young girl spirit-- last week decided that for their activity, a Cinco Di Mayo party is JUST what the group needed.<br /><br />Fast forward to the pinata.<br />I know. A pinata in the dementia ward. It's already a little bit funny.<br /><br />But what gets funnier.. is that when the girls noticed the old folks weren't really getting the hang of it.. my darling niece decided to step forward and demonstrate how it's done.<br />So apparently a young, healthy girl, swinging a plastic bat,<br />came across as threatening to a little lady in the group..<br />who suddenly began beating my niece, with her cane..<br />like a pinata.<br /><br />(Insert chuckle.)<br /><br />I'll leave off that the woman, in her defensive fury..<br />fell and broke her hip.<br />Cause that would just bring ya all down again.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3662462521432205153.post-66858736207901671232010-05-09T23:35:00.000-07:002010-05-10T09:03:05.113-07:00A Sad Sorta Bubbling...I'm kinda sad.<br />It's 12:35 a.m.-- which means two things:<br /><br />ONE: I've already missed the "in bed in time to NOT feel nauseaus" when I arise at 6 a.m. gym time in the morning..<br /> <br />And TWO: My Mothers Day 2010 is officially over.<br />It was a lovely, relaxing, bright sunny-shiney day filled with my darling, cheery bouqet (in a cute vase even).. my hands and feet shimmering in utter perfection from yesterdays mani-pedi (Why does having someone else file and paint your toes NEVER get old?) new "Viva La Juicy" perfume (I've never owned any "true" Juicy item. Suddenly I feel hipper.) a tasty trip to the local Sizzler (Mmmm. So good. So Sizzler.)and some precious alone time on a really nice jog through town, with no promises about when I'd be back. (For as social a creature I tend to be.. HOW I love me some alone time.)<br />Yes. A very good day. And now it's OVER. Boo, hoo.<br />Guess we'll always have next year.<br /><br />Wait. I'm sad about one more thing.<br /><br />THREE: I miss my own Mom.<br />My adorable, adoring, loved my guts out, Mom.<br />I really, really, liked having her here.<br />I get so used to not, having her, here, anymore.. that sometimes when I remember-- realize, and let myself really go there.. I can't believe she's gone all over again.<br />Today I had friends with plans to get together with their Moms.. and visited with a friend that had her Mom over, etc. etc... but I've been able to somehow, the last few years.. just focus on the sweet gestures of my own kids and husband, towards me, on Mothers Day.<br />It's easier-- lighter that way. In fact I find myself not really thinking about, or dwelling on my Mom, all she was-- and all I miss-- for any real period of time, ever, lately.<br />I'll mention something that reminds me of her to my kids here and there.. point out that she loved a certain candy or repeated a certain phrase.. and then I move on. Function.<br />Deal.<br />Carry on.<br />I don't want to feel the sad.. don't want to bring the low-laying void in my heart.. my longing to hear her on the phone.. or feel her own cheek on mine--<br />to the surface. <br />But it bubbled up today.<br />A sweet friend of mine remembered me saying that my Mom had always got me a certain kind of face lotion for special occassions.. and after she recently got a small sample of it with a purchase.. my friend gave it to me with a little card to wish me a Happy Mothers Day.<br />Just looking at the font on the container..<br />just smelling it when I screwed off the cap.<br />It bubbled up in me.<br />A melonchaly kinda swell of emotion.<br />A surge of unexpected tears.. nostalgia.<br />Longing.<br />I pulled it together. Appreciated the reminder.<br />And went on with my day.<br />But tonight.. in the quiet.. it's bubbling up again.<br />And while I hate to be a downer on my own lovely day.. and feel like maybe I should just go get in bed like every other Sunday night.. a part of me needs to somehow validate her.<br />Recognize her.<br />Honor her.<br />Even if it's just in typed words on my silly blog.<br /><br />My Mom was nice.<br />She was so, so nice.<br />When I asked my two big boys what they remember about sweet Bee-Bee..<br />they just repeat, "She was just, so, nice."<br />She loved us.<br />OH.. how she loved us.<br />She would literally clap when we entered her home.<br />Hold her cheeks in pleasure that we were there.<br />She would hug me like only a Mom hugs you.<br />Like no matter where you've been.. or what you've been up to..<br />you are hers-- and she is proud..<br />and you are truly, deeply, treasured.<br />She was fun.. and funny.<br />Upbeat, and creative, and always, always, doing.<br />She kept a beautiful, tidy home.<br />She loved bright, cheerful colors.. and crisp, clean dress and decor.<br />She loved gatherings. Parties. Celebrations.<br />Everything from the first day of school, to a return home from college,<br />demanded a hand-penned poster and decorations.<br />She had class, but was never snooty.<br />Had taste, and a knack for decorating anything from a house to a wedding..<br />and would help anyone do either. <br />She played piano and wrote lyrics and poetry..<br />skits and plays.<br />She was great to be around.<br />I adored her.<br />And felt adored by her.<br /><br />I miss her.<br /><br />Tonight, I could use her reassuring voice and genuine concern.<br />Her unconditional love.. her willingness to listen.<br />Her silent promise to always be on my side.<br />I remember she was in her 50's when her own Mom died.. and I remember there being days in later years, when she would express<br />"Even when your a grown-up, everyone needs thier Mom sometimes."<br />I do. Tonight.<br />I need my Mom.<br />I'm ever grateful for the 32 years I got to have her.. and I know all would say she's still with me-- and I get that.<br />But it's not the same.<br />Not even close.<br />Tonight I just want to lay in her lap.<br />Have her stroke my hair.<br />Talk about everything that's important.. and stuff that's not.<br />I can imagine the color her nails are painted.<br />The bracelets she's wearing.<br />Everything about her. <br />And I miss it all.<br /><br />Tomorrow will come..<br />and as she always promised,<br />"It's always better in the morning."<br />And I'm sure it will be.<br />But tonight.. I'm gonna let myself miss her bad.<br />I'm gonna let my eyes stay blurry from tears just a little longer.<br />Let snot run down my lips and not care so much.<br />I might just sob in a pillow.<br /><br />Cause she was my Mom.<br />And I feel like I don't have one any more.<br />And I really, really, miss having one.<br />Miss having her, as mine. <br /><br />I love you my Mom.<br />Happy Mothers Day.<br />Thank you for everything you were to me, everyday you were here.<br /><br />I'm going to bubble over now.katyveehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00641069491275231848noreply@blogger.com15