tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18852832633217970142012-02-16T10:36:55.386-08:00Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158915359189297997noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885283263321797014.post-65451379168340614992009-05-14T17:23:00.000-07:002009-05-14T17:32:01.074-07:00<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>Wednesday night a big storm came through and damaged alot of our small town. The hardest hit was mainstreet where the gym was. I stress the word WAS bc it was so damaged that the building has been condemmed. Charlie is now out of work, luckily I start my job on Tuesday morning. Looks like its not going to get better, like we had hoped.</div><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sgy3tvaF0zI/AAAAAAAAABc/L_7cVnFGuIY/s1600-h/Storm+036.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335841654975091506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sgy3tvaF0zI/AAAAAAAAABc/L_7cVnFGuIY/s200/Storm+036.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sgy3tnmvVFI/AAAAAAAAABk/Wr0p0f-gKBE/s1600-h/Storm+037.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335841652880659538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sgy3tnmvVFI/AAAAAAAAABk/Wr0p0f-gKBE/s200/Storm+037.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sgy3uVbejQI/AAAAAAAAABs/SW-CcIdP49Q/s1600-h/Storm+038.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335841665181453570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sgy3uVbejQI/AAAAAAAAABs/SW-CcIdP49Q/s200/Storm+038.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885283263321797014-6545137916834061499?l=lemons-lemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158915359189297997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885283263321797014.post-90992121337362807102009-05-06T12:53:00.000-07:002009-05-06T12:56:43.933-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/SgHrb-duTyI/AAAAAAAAABU/qJlT5L49eHU/s1600-h/wes2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332802299640041250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/SgHrb-duTyI/AAAAAAAAABU/qJlT5L49eHU/s200/wes2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Yesterday me and the kids were outside playing. Then, Wes made a sudden discovery... BIRDS! As he watched in amazement, one flew off the branch and somewhat over his head. Wes points to it and says, "WONDERPETS!!!!". I'm cracking up- "That was wonderpets?" I asked him. "Uhhuh" he says, "flyboat!". Oh Wessy.. you're so silly. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885283263321797014-9099212133736280710?l=lemons-lemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158915359189297997noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885283263321797014.post-76277851413158617012009-05-03T19:56:00.001-07:002009-05-03T19:58:34.012-07:00Ok, I must say, I love love love my boys- but after waiting for my little girl.. I am ecstatic that God gave her to me with a head full of "bow ready" hair. Which then turned into "pony-tail" ready @ 3 months old, and now is officially..<br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>PIGGIE READY!! *happy dance*</div><br /><div></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sf5Zo5ra-3I/AAAAAAAAABM/n8WlkBK9Q08/s1600-h/brynniepigtails.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331797568065829746" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/Sf5Zo5ra-3I/AAAAAAAAABM/n8WlkBK9Q08/s200/brynniepigtails.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885283263321797014-7627785141315861701?l=lemons-lemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158915359189297997noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885283263321797014.post-73655401141770211852009-05-02T16:31:00.000-07:002009-05-02T16:36:50.468-07:00I'm thinking... wow... it must REALLY be nice to be a Dad. Get to leave mom at home hanging with the kids while you go out and enjoy yourself, golfing, playing tennis, whatever. Do I seem bitter? I'm really not- I want my husband to enjoy himself. I just wish, in turn, <strong><em>I </em></strong>could also enjoy myself. Which leads me to my next question... Who's up for margaritas?! Cause I could sure go for one, or five. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/SfzYfRRgfSI/AAAAAAAAABE/p1ITPKd5Kr4/s1600-h/singaturemir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331374090624204066" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/SfzYfRRgfSI/AAAAAAAAABE/p1ITPKd5Kr4/s200/singaturemir.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885283263321797014-7365540114177021185?l=lemons-lemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158915359189297997noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1885283263321797014.post-78946332124691070032009-04-29T08:28:00.000-07:002009-04-29T09:47:44.019-07:00<div>Picture this: You're driving, trying to enjoy the only time in which you can legally have all 3 of your children restrained tightly and not get in trouble for it. 2 boys in the 3rd row, baby in the 2nd row. They have Blues Clues, toys, baby has a bottle.. all should be well for a 10 minute car ride. Not so much. After warning Brody over and over, i resorted to threats. "Stop throwing stuff or I will spank your butt" says me. All is quiet. I won. Then out of the mouth of the 3 year old comes "You cant spank my butt, you cant reach me". Dang. He got me on that one. *Note to self* bring a broom for the next car ride.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/SfiEm6AFYNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XxHcWTtl0Qs/s1600-h/singaturemir.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330155962932486354" style="WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aU6hcjoFNug/SfiEm6AFYNI/AAAAAAAAAA8/XxHcWTtl0Qs/s200/singaturemir.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1885283263321797014-7894633212469107003?l=lemons-lemonade.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02158915359189297997noreply@blogger.com1