tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-744781210793515752024-03-14T03:28:47.711-05:00Savoring the Good LifeKristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-45222898184948110232011-09-07T18:55:00.000-05:002011-09-07T18:55:22.360-05:00SnootfulI got a snootful of myself today. I was waiting for a PRIMO parking place at Green Acres at lunch time today. As a car backed out, a big white car whipped into the space, ala "Fried Green Tomatoes." It was an older man & as I picked a different place I was thinking some not so kind things about him. <br />
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So as I got out I saw him waiting for me. As he was apologizing I felt myself shrink into a puddle of burning embers, just like the Wicked Witch of the West. Yikkos. <br />
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I would say I got a good dose. Hopefully my brain and heart registered this lesson and I won't fail it so horribly next time.Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-84903082230118160322011-08-16T20:48:00.000-05:002011-08-16T20:48:30.497-05:00I can't stop laughingProbably my favorite picture of Emma is one when she and Tucker were babies. She is peeking from around the back of him and it makes me crack up every time I see it. <br />
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This picture is a close second. Jill had taken the girls to Old Navy and Emma walked off as Jill was checking out. This is where she found her. I have laughed about it all day.<br />
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It more than likely has to do with the fact that the kids are totally entertained at my house and I am not subjected to the day in, day out routine that can cause grumpiness. <br />
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Boo Hoo. He got in trouble. <br />
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Don't be fooled by this adorable face. Sister needs a shock collar. If ANYONE needs to be constantly watched, it's this one. Trust me, I know. She ate a large amount of my lip balm this week.<br />
Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-46136520979727311652011-08-09T18:43:00.000-05:002011-08-09T18:43:22.307-05:00Old Friends are the best friendsOnce I started working after my kids were in school, I worked in a chiropractic office. We hired a massage therapist and we quickly became very good friends. NO ONE has made me laugh harder and we have such a history of hysterical moments that are probably best left unsaid. Sometimes you meet people that bring out the "inner you." Linda is that type of person. Unfortunately she moved to Seattle many years ago. We've stayed in touch but yesterday she emailed me and said she was in town.<br />
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She stopped by the office and the years fell away. My heart is warmed through and through. AND I found a $1 coin in the parking lot at Bed, Bath & Beyond so it was a GOOD DAY!!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGdB10Hrxzs/TkHGCkFg9ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/alsi4RJfMmk/s1600/summer+2011+020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xGdB10Hrxzs/TkHGCkFg9ZI/AAAAAAAAAJc/alsi4RJfMmk/s320/summer+2011+020.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-10402901941155457272011-07-16T16:32:00.000-05:002011-07-16T16:32:05.303-05:00Happiness<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTMaDhp-7GI/TiIDBuDodII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Iijyz49xe30/s1600/254840_2085291528601_1134513180_2475248_201918_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTMaDhp-7GI/TiIDBuDodII/AAAAAAAAAH0/Iijyz49xe30/s320/254840_2085291528601_1134513180_2475248_201918_n.jpg" width="213" /></a></div>On June 11, I had a prayer answered that I had prayed from the time my son was an infant. Her name is Britt and she is just what I ordered. :)Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-4239829141548781222011-07-16T16:29:00.000-05:002011-07-16T16:29:26.697-05:00I wanta eat 'em up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWNnemena44/TiICY-bc4_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/I-ugUI45bDA/s1600/267620_1949295106537_1667380598_1938412_6527153_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UWNnemena44/TiICY-bc4_I/AAAAAAAAAHs/I-ugUI45bDA/s320/267620_1949295106537_1667380598_1938412_6527153_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r0i0BLt4lLc/TiICc7cxveI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AsvC8pSxGxE/s1600/253837_2089260027811_1134513180_2481640_810035_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r0i0BLt4lLc/TiICc7cxveI/AAAAAAAAAHw/AsvC8pSxGxE/s320/253837_2089260027811_1134513180_2481640_810035_n.jpg" width="255" /></a></div>NOTHING cuter than piggies in a littles hair! NOTHING.Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-1240130342499997042011-06-22T07:21:00.003-05:002011-06-22T07:32:57.836-05:00What NOT to say.....I will admit that I have tasted my own foot in my mouth more than I would like to admit. We are all guilty of having the best intentions, yet saying the wrong thing, and then feeling horrible about what we said, or worse yet, being absolutely clueless about our comment.<br /><br />And the older I get, the more I realize that it is just smart to keep your trap shut if you don't know what to say. I was talking to my daughter Katy about this. She made a brilliant comment in regards to someone about to give birth. Instead of saying, "when are you going to have that baby? " Or commenting on how tired, huge or miserable the poor woman looks, she said the perfect thing to say is "I hope you feel as beautiful as you look." GENIUS!!<br /><br />So here is my rant. The two people in question meant me no harm. I actually find their comments hilarious but it was a good lesson to me to be very careful in complimenting someone.<br /><br />#1 I ran into a friend at Sam's that hadn't seen me in a while. She said she barely recognized me since I have lost weight. Then, I kid you not, she wheeled around and looked at my BUTT. I so wanted to say, "did you just check out my butt?" Like I said, it was funny, but oh so obvious.<br /><br />#2 I was mentioning to an extended family member that I had donated some very nice but too big clothes to the Joplin tornado effort. She told me she was sure that they could use them because from the looks of the people on TV, there were some very big people in Joplin. Really? You just said that to me??<br /><br />Ok, that's it. I am sure there will be more. You just have to laugh.Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-19277719162441306922011-06-19T21:24:00.002-05:002011-06-19T21:27:40.827-05:00The Last GaspTo keep me accountable, for a brief time I will be posting about my 9 month long diet. Blech. Boring, but I need to see this in writing. I am SO close to everything I ever wanted. I can't afford to go backwards at this point.<br /><br />My son's wedding was incredible and now that is behind me I have the time and energy to focus on myself. That is something that is hard for me but I know I need some "me" time to get my cortisol levels more even.<br /><br />I've learned so much over the past 9 months yet I also know I can forget it all in a second. <br /><br />It's time to SHINE.Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-13626452079626542062011-03-29T20:55:00.002-05:002011-03-29T20:58:33.860-05:00World's Worst BloggerOh yes, that would be me. Going to try my best to change this. This past six months have been incredibly exciting. As of tomorrow morning I should hit a 60 lb. weight loss in almost 6 months. Every week I get to take clothes out of my closet because they are too big. I truly never thought I would master this weight loss issue but I think, for me, it's solved. On to more exciting things. My son has found the woman he is going to marry. So she's the one I have prayed for since he was born. Very fun to look at someone and know that you prayed for them even though you never knew them. So expect some fun wedding posts coming soon!!Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-77817612921220600252010-09-03T19:57:00.002-05:002010-09-03T20:00:20.587-05:00Checking the Bucket ListTomorrow I leave for a trip. It will be the longest I've been away from home except for the magical trip I took to Maui. We are heading out in our RV, "glamping." 2 days in Dallas to see Aaron, a stop in middle Louisianna and then several days in NOLA & then on to Mobile, Al, for a family wedding. When my mom was pregnant with me, my parents lived in Louisianna and I have always wanted to go deep into the State. It definitely was on my Bucket List so stay tuned....Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-82999617725656985672010-09-02T14:37:00.003-05:002010-09-02T14:43:47.327-05:00Happy Birthday Coco PuffHappy FIRST Birthday to my sweet Chloe. How excited we all were for your appearance into this world. Your birth was the most amazing thing. Your mommy was in such control and we were all actually shocked when we heard your first whimpers. Because you were very cold, we had to wait about an hour to meet you and hear your name. You look a lot like your brother but there are some differences. You are into EVERYTHING and we have to watch you every second. You are a very sweet child and you are always smiling. You love your Papa and one of your favorite games with him is to have him rub your feet on his whiskers. You have our hearts. We love you, little Coco Puff!!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TH_9GnD0XGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ci1WEG-CvJk/s1600/40505_428486277415_121314932415_4782694_6082936_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512402758930816098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TH_9GnD0XGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/Ci1WEG-CvJk/s320/40505_428486277415_121314932415_4782694_6082936_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-21357773799861896872010-07-17T22:31:00.003-05:002010-07-17T22:32:59.141-05:00Indian Maiden WannabeOh yeah...I wanted to be an Indian. You gotta love the fake hair and the Paris Hilton pose.<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TEJ1urmmawI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8nRSnwDKqs/s1600/26242_1332440885074_1652580487_824420_3544410_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495083940184484610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TEJ1urmmawI/AAAAAAAAAGM/j8nRSnwDKqs/s320/26242_1332440885074_1652580487_824420_3544410_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-18588819988430806922010-07-17T22:29:00.003-05:002010-07-17T22:31:23.418-05:00Clayton and KaseyThis is my Oklahoma nephew and niece from Oklahoma. Kasey was named Miami Nation Princess which was quite exciting. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TEJ1TANT9JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YH8VV5ufqTA/s1600/27426_1652580487_866_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495083464679224466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TEJ1TANT9JI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YH8VV5ufqTA/s320/27426_1652580487_866_n.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-74016151974181440612010-06-22T21:13:00.001-05:002010-06-22T21:18:08.327-05:00Sprinkler FunHot summer day...running through the sprinkler. Life is good.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFur4NzhdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qm2rKYwiWZA/s1600/June+2010+059.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485787521217693138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFur4NzhdI/AAAAAAAAAF8/qm2rKYwiWZA/s320/June+2010+059.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFureOkNmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PSgSfMKd3js/s1600/June+2010+064.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485787514241562210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFureOkNmI/AAAAAAAAAF0/PSgSfMKd3js/s320/June+2010+064.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFurNjL7nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VuQyfIA2xSo/s1600/June+2010+065.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485787509764648562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFurNjL7nI/AAAAAAAAAFs/VuQyfIA2xSo/s320/June+2010+065.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFuqs35m7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fcfe1oQPAEQ/s1600/June+2010+067.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485787500993158066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFuqs35m7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Fcfe1oQPAEQ/s320/June+2010+067.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFuqfh9kOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MgVyub0pp44/s1600/June+2010+068.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485787497411481826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFuqfh9kOI/AAAAAAAAAFc/MgVyub0pp44/s320/June+2010+068.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-51051742812867336372010-06-22T21:11:00.001-05:002010-06-22T21:13:54.563-05:00Joy in the face of a 2 yr oldInstant mood lifter when I see my precious Tucker's smiling face....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFtrJRIneI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9AHHkjzbCz4/s1600/June+2010+057.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485786409103564258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TCFtrJRIneI/AAAAAAAAAFU/9AHHkjzbCz4/s320/June+2010+057.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-81476118845029132182010-06-15T22:55:00.000-05:002010-06-15T22:57:46.144-05:00Candy NecklaceI had to give Emma her first candy necklace. She loved it!!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhLiCoWHMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KSQP2zIjxio/s1600/June+2010+037.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215594517306562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhLiCoWHMI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KSQP2zIjxio/s320/June+2010+037.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhLh3rtFRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KpuS2hF30CE/s1600/June+2010+036.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483215591578604818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhLh3rtFRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/KpuS2hF30CE/s320/June+2010+036.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-55049994490644303932010-06-15T22:53:00.001-05:002010-06-15T22:55:40.859-05:00Oops....Katy brought the kids to my house while we were gone on vacation. Tucker locked himself in our bathroom. Katy got half the doorknob off before she called Mark & he told her where a key was. Tucker was freaked, holding on to my robe and crying by the time she got in. I love that. So when we came home, Mark showed him how to repair the doorknob.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhKy1UGrsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ztj_rSTWH8k/s1600/June+2010+021.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483214783488896706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhKy1UGrsI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ztj_rSTWH8k/s320/June+2010+021.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-55126344713280182892010-06-15T22:51:00.001-05:002010-06-15T22:53:01.592-05:00Ouch!!This is what happens when you bake in the sun when you are a teenager. You have to rot your nose off with a chemo cream to get rid of the pre-cancer. It actually got worse than this pic shows.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhKUM0ovTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sso-82uvoj0/s1600/June+2010+003.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483214257223417138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhKUM0ovTI/AAAAAAAAAE0/sso-82uvoj0/s320/June+2010+003.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-70003827477371280192010-06-15T22:48:00.001-05:002010-06-15T22:51:10.449-05:00Once in a blue moon...Mark made me Swedish Pancakes last Sunday. It was probably the second meal he has ever cooked for me. They were delish!!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhJy6lQGYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_gQtJonDPeE/s1600/June+2010+020.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483213685391366530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/TBhJy6lQGYI/AAAAAAAAAEs/_gQtJonDPeE/s320/June+2010+020.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-80602834481801536772010-05-09T13:34:00.003-05:002010-05-09T13:35:43.052-05:00Coco Hat<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-cAWkAnG8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/WrBIMP9ZFZ0/s1600/April+2010+090.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340660088118210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-cAWkAnG8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/WrBIMP9ZFZ0/s320/April+2010+090.jpg" /></a> Love my widdle Coco (Chloe) in this ribbon hat. The trick is getting her to keep it on!!<br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-72174847771865386072010-05-09T13:32:00.001-05:002010-05-09T13:34:17.001-05:00Watermelon Head<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-cADnYd_xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o07DGXLJJkc/s1600/April+2010+084.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340334575976210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-cADnYd_xI/AAAAAAAAAEc/o07DGXLJJkc/s320/April+2010+084.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-cADAJoDHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KBNs1uE1CXI/s1600/April+2010+085.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340324044737650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-cADAJoDHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KBNs1uE1CXI/s320/April+2010+085.jpg" /></a> LOVE LOVE LOVE this watermelon hat!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-27948422642377121692010-05-09T13:30:00.003-05:002010-05-09T13:32:05.262-05:00Frying Africa<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-b_e5rVauI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ott1EACYtMo/s1600/April+2010+100.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469339703831784162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S-b_e5rVauI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Ott1EACYtMo/s320/April+2010+100.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I was a little surprised to see that I fried the continent of Africa the other night.</div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-55581758005507425742010-04-14T21:13:00.003-05:002010-04-14T21:17:08.876-05:00More Ya Ya's<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z2v84XXwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nLs7aZ56t0A/s1600/April+2010+065.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182164401774338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z2v84XXwI/AAAAAAAAAEE/nLs7aZ56t0A/s320/April+2010+065.jpg" /></a> I share my birthday with Gail. We Aries girls need to stick together!!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z2vdxvCjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/raCxXuNCw8k/s1600/April+2010+064.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182156052466226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z2vdxvCjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/raCxXuNCw8k/s320/April+2010+064.jpg" /></a> Susan and Lori readying the gorgeous table and fabulous meal.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z2vIDCGSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vD6ANMgHw-0/s1600/April+2010+062.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460182150219438370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z2vIDCGSI/AAAAAAAAAD0/vD6ANMgHw-0/s320/April+2010+062.jpg" /></a> The birthday girls<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-12174654952661459282010-04-14T21:10:00.002-05:002010-04-14T21:13:21.316-05:00My Ya Ya Birthday<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z1ufhlbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/4VR0AaORXQ8/s1600/April+2010+060.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460181039830101410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z1ufhlbaI/AAAAAAAAADs/4VR0AaORXQ8/s320/April+2010+060.jpg" /></a> This is my best friend Ruth presenting me with my very own signature drink. Yummy mango and all sorts of spirits!!<br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74478121079351575.post-58955466086156217492010-04-14T21:07:00.003-05:002010-04-14T21:10:00.606-05:00Baby Jail<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z1G66FciI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gy2vZavJ51s/s1600/April+2010+073.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460180359985852962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MiyVgI4uMKw/S8Z1G66FciI/AAAAAAAAADk/Gy2vZavJ51s/s320/April+2010+073.jpg" /></a> I love this picture of Chloe taken through my footboard on my bed. Hopefully she stays on the free side of any jail!!!<br /><div></div>Kristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03467920967465043739noreply@blogger.com1