tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76597156705414777102024-03-14T01:23:25.135-07:00jacksonentouragethe jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.comBlogger41125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-62780854066529034322010-06-02T22:35:00.000-07:002010-06-02T22:42:03.969-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/TAc_4xcyLLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PbbFqJFRTM0/s1600/DSC04405.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/TAc_4xcyLLI/AAAAAAAAAS4/PbbFqJFRTM0/s320/DSC04405.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478417716298788018" /></a><br /><br />I was in the grocery store this afternoon and I heard a man say “Mira…” as he chuckled…<br />Obviously I knew he didn’t want ME to LOOK…but I understood what he said so I looked anyway.<br />I saw this middle aged Mexican man holding two cantaloupes up to his chest while facing his wife and making ‘eyes’ at her. I saw the look on her face and knew then that God was speaking to me.<br />I started this bible study six weeks ago called ‘Discerning the voice of God’. It has been eye opening. Its not like I’m learning things that I feel like I’ve never heard before but I guess sometimes you just have to be in the right place. <br />The first day it asks you to make a list of personal circumstances that are troubling you and to focus on those things as you go through the study. I listed my marriage. That was my list. <br />Not my husband, but my marriage. <br />I want a marriage like my parents. They have been married for 40 years. They love, honor and respect one another. They have arrived. They did it.<br />I thought for sure I would be a great spouse, I mean, look what I have modeled for me! It is beyond me why I stink at it so bad. Anyhow, I have been praying and praying and praying that God would show me what to do and He has. He really has. Do you know that if you ask God for something and then you LISTEN for His answer…He will give you one. (listening is key)<br />Cory and I had this serious conversation tonight about this and that. You know the one. The one you have every few months or so. I imagine the time in between gets longer as you get older…or maybe you just learn each other by then. I don’t know. Anyway, he was telling me that he felt like I wanted a ‘Ned Flanders’ or something and he just can’t be that for me. I realized then and there (or maybe it was little later when I saw the man in the grocery store) that I had exactly what I wanted. Its like I created this thing in my head of what I thought a husband, my husband, would be like. This spiritual head of the household, perfect, flawless, ridiculous man who would NEVER hold cantaloupes up to his chest and pretend they were boobs. Apparently ALL men hold produce up to various parts of their body and pretend it is another part of their body. It is just reality. And I think I like it. I think it would be boring to be married to Ned Flanders. I love what I have and I love what it took for God to show me that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/TAc_iKByAdI/AAAAAAAAASw/FvicWLIDc5w/s1600/DSC04403.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/TAc_iKByAdI/AAAAAAAAASw/FvicWLIDc5w/s320/DSC04403.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478417327759426002" /></a><br />My husband is brave and handsome. <br />My husband is an amazing father. <br />My husband is the provider and the hardest worker.<br />My husband is strong and forgiving and patient. <br />My husband adores me and shame on me for not making him feel the same way for the last eight years. <br />Oh yeah…and my husband like beer. And, I’m okay with it. ☺<br /><br /> Ask Him and He will answer. It is not always what you want to hear. But He will answer. You just have to listen, and beware, sometimes He speaks in Spanish.<br /><br />…a quarrelsome wife is like a constant dripping…the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-954875468386610102009-11-25T11:00:00.001-08:002009-11-25T11:02:38.713-08:00Proud Auntie!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sw1_QwvQvGI/AAAAAAAAASo/B0CUAo7ZoNI/s1600/DSC03670.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sw1_QwvQvGI/AAAAAAAAASo/B0CUAo7ZoNI/s320/DSC03670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408118653479599202" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sw1_QWgUjlI/AAAAAAAAASg/pKJfXiInWcE/s1600/DSC03669.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sw1_QWgUjlI/AAAAAAAAASg/pKJfXiInWcE/s320/DSC03669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408118646437613138" /></a><br />I have a new nephew and he is PERFECT!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-22209973755136487442009-05-18T15:58:00.000-07:002009-05-18T16:08:33.628-07:00Sadie Hawkins<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/ShHpzyV-BkI/AAAAAAAAASY/G2LmwzjqXTU/s1600-h/DSC01826.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/ShHpzyV-BkI/AAAAAAAAASY/G2LmwzjqXTU/s320/DSC01826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337304109307266626" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/ShHpoXnVsxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ARIJiwUAGU/s1600-h/DSC01784.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/ShHpoXnVsxI/AAAAAAAAASQ/5ARIJiwUAGU/s320/DSC01784.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337303913153803026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/ShHo-9GICcI/AAAAAAAAASI/cMqJ_W2ArdI/s1600-h/DSC01786.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/ShHo-9GICcI/AAAAAAAAASI/cMqJ_W2ArdI/s320/DSC01786.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337303201660537282" /></a><br /><br />A picture is worth a thousand words!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-12503941790416951272009-05-02T20:27:00.001-07:002009-05-02T20:32:32.410-07:00The Five of You...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sf0QSpafBNI/AAAAAAAAARo/3cMi2T_rzRQ/s1600-h/Photo+36.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sf0QSpafBNI/AAAAAAAAARo/3cMi2T_rzRQ/s320/Photo+36.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331435446417163474" /></a><br />Ok, since there ARE five of you. I'm tagging you. Here is the deal. I was tagged by Mona. <br />The game is that you have to immediately take a picture of yourself once you have been tagged and post it. <br />No primping, no fixing anything, no looks into the mirror to check this or that. Just exactly what we really look like. <br /><br />I got to say...I like it :)<br /><br />So now for those I would like to see....<br /><br />Mindy Mills<br />Casey Jones<br />Marty Enniss (although I know you already did it so you don't have to do it again. You are just one of my five!)<br />Sarah Elwer<br />Mona Enniss (you are exempt as well)<br /><br />You guys are all great. Thanks for being my five!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-81142469993843338482009-05-02T09:49:00.000-07:002009-05-02T09:51:46.804-07:00Never Say Never<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sfx6BsstnOI/AAAAAAAAARg/UIqG3Rd_eb8/s1600-h/Photo+33.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/Sfx6BsstnOI/AAAAAAAAARg/UIqG3Rd_eb8/s320/Photo+33.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331270228496981218" /></a><br />Mona. Here it is. I don't think I will tag people back because I don't think that five people even come to my blog. I have not posted in over three months. <br /><br />Straight from bed. PJ's and all.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-83328099983800806882009-01-25T19:35:00.000-08:002009-01-25T21:47:38.316-08:00A Day to Remember<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wq7g1vXI/AAAAAAAAARY/DKIyEEZN5Ws/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wq7g1vXI/AAAAAAAAARY/DKIyEEZN5Ws/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442250945641842" /></a><br />Ok, again this is what we refer to as the 'money shot'. This was the day where Mona and I were the cool moms and took our kids to Disneyland when it was raining! Turns out we were not the only ones. It was a little busier that we expected. Wonderful none the less.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wqi4B_FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0h9XWmJ7hG0/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wqi4B_FI/AAAAAAAAARQ/0h9XWmJ7hG0/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442244332026962" /></a><br />Is that Zoe posing?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wqfmwBeI/AAAAAAAAARI/ngEBqKZARMc/s1600-h/DSC00830.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wqfmwBeI/AAAAAAAAARI/ngEBqKZARMc/s320/DSC00830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442243454240226" /></a><br />Wait, is Zoe posing again?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wp6SGyKI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fa9Wszd5amY/s1600-h/DSC00825.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wp6SGyKI/AAAAAAAAARA/Fa9Wszd5amY/s320/DSC00825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442233435539618" /></a><br />Merry Go Round...and yet another pose being striked.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wpmSRIuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kepk3wQJcNk/s1600-h/DSC00831.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SX0wpmSRIuI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kepk3wQJcNk/s320/DSC00831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295442228067508962" /></a><br />Brotherly and Sisterly love. Captain wouldn't join the hugfest for this one. He was ready to rock!<br />We had a great day and just marveled at how big our kids are getting.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-51563826261375902632009-01-17T09:35:00.000-08:002009-01-17T09:45:42.601-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SXIZDMHiK4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7SpW_Y9NSd8/s1600-h/DSC00670.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SXIZDMHiK4I/AAAAAAAAAQw/7SpW_Y9NSd8/s320/DSC00670.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292320054696881026" /></a><br />Well, we didn't get Christmas cards done so I was shooting for New Years. New Years didn't happen either. So, here is the picture I would have used. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-34652977180910248562008-12-27T11:01:00.001-08:002008-12-27T11:03:40.757-08:00Heading to the Dentist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SVZ7-R3PpGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mEJsTvvUvb4/s1600-h/DSC00604.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SVZ7-R3PpGI/AAAAAAAAAQo/mEJsTvvUvb4/s320/DSC00604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284547522643076194" /></a><br />After a wonderful Christmas we must head to the dentist. To many sweets!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-27312566211281186392008-12-05T19:12:00.001-08:002008-12-05T19:14:52.738-08:00Farewell Gold Tooth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnuEbgWXQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8czdINFRF-w/s1600-h/DSC00359.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnuEbgWXQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/8czdINFRF-w/s320/DSC00359.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276510198311574786" /></a><br />We officially said goodbye to the Gold Tooth. He served us well for over a year and now has a happy new home here in Lake Elsinore.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-12128404179436152008-12-05T18:41:00.000-08:002008-12-05T19:11:52.888-08:00The wishbone FiascoStep One: Hold on tight to your chosen side and make a wish...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnomRpSvjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1fwsyEWPWDk/s1600-h/DSC00344.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnomRpSvjI/AAAAAAAAAPo/1fwsyEWPWDk/s320/DSC00344.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276504182710517298" /></a><br /><br />Step Two: Pull with all of your 3 and 5 year old might...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnpoH0iufI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XLQ4QpeiV0k/s1600-h/DSC00346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnpoH0iufI/AAAAAAAAAPw/XLQ4QpeiV0k/s320/DSC00346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276505313944713714" /></a><br /><br />Step Three: The Break...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnqBRPg84I/AAAAAAAAAP4/S3B99kKRkh0/s1600-h/DSC00348.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnqBRPg84I/AAAAAAAAAP4/S3B99kKRkh0/s320/DSC00348.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276505745970492290" /></a><br /><br />Step Four: Both thrilled that they broke it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnqgccyFRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RKHJWjuRaF4/s1600-h/DSC00349.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnqgccyFRI/AAAAAAAAAQA/RKHJWjuRaF4/s320/DSC00349.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276506281554875666" /></a><br /><br />Step Five: Brother realizing that he lost...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnsnJl5_JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/e6YyDQOjISs/s1600-h/DSC00350.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnsnJl5_JI/AAAAAAAAAQI/e6YyDQOjISs/s320/DSC00350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508595775208594" /></a><br /><br /><br />Step Six: Sister rejoicing in her victory and informing me that her wish was to stay up until 10:30. I'm not even sure she understands what that means.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STns8TZMJHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cITi89Jjwxs/s1600-h/DSC00352.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STns8TZMJHI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/cITi89Jjwxs/s320/DSC00352.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276508959183479922" /></a><br /><br />Step Seven: Brother fully recuperated after less than one minute...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STntP2IL_jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yptTqDwYxN8/s1600-h/DSC00353.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STntP2IL_jI/AAAAAAAAAQY/yptTqDwYxN8/s320/DSC00353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276509294924922418" /></a><br /><br />The End.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-72223759837215015752008-12-05T18:37:00.000-08:002008-12-05T18:41:22.936-08:00Thankful<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnmQ8N1SOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cdErh4biAsY/s1600-h/DSC00343.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnmQ8N1SOI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cdErh4biAsY/s320/DSC00343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276501617157687522" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnmQRRQSSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cGnjyGFtAfE/s1600-h/DSC00341.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnmQRRQSSI/AAAAAAAAAPY/cGnjyGFtAfE/s320/DSC00341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276501605629315362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnmPxoJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TCC260MfUFI/s1600-h/DSC00340.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/STnmPxoJ0LI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/TCC260MfUFI/s320/DSC00340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276501597135425714" /></a><br />Here are my beautiful kiddos at Thanksgiving this year. I'm not sure but I don't think they could be any more beautiful!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-23263634292148961742008-10-19T19:50:00.000-07:002008-10-19T20:00:16.826-07:00The Money Shot<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SPv0KUto38I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGnt5yaQhZI/s1600-h/DSCF3254.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SPv0KUto38I/AAAAAAAAAKY/eGnt5yaQhZI/s320/DSCF3254.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259065448081186754" /></a><br />This is what we like to call the money shot. This is the Harvest Pumpkin Patch. They had a blast.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-4937335067701266302008-07-23T22:34:00.000-07:002008-07-23T22:36:18.597-07:00Hi Casey!Just wanted to give a quick shout out to my girl Casey Jones! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SIgUb02oMiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Yj49Z5HOxjs/s1600-h/DSCF2443.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/SIgUb02oMiI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/Yj49Z5HOxjs/s320/DSCF2443.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226449835840254498" /></a><br /><br />Just a little summer sprinkler fun here for you!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-33272008065401554462008-04-02T18:01:00.000-07:002008-04-02T18:05:33.900-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R_QtBNaMTRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HLA9jmSTbXg/s1600-h/DSC06413.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R_QtBNaMTRI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HLA9jmSTbXg/s320/DSC06413.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184818569812921618" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R_QtBtaMTSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0SDsbIw0i1I/s1600-h/DSC06422.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R_QtBtaMTSI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0SDsbIw0i1I/s320/DSC06422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184818578402856226" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R_QtB9aMTTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WWbZhPU7Ze8/s1600-h/DSC06431.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R_QtB9aMTTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/WWbZhPU7Ze8/s320/DSC06431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184818582697823538" /></a><br /><br />These are from Easter. Nothing really clever to say; just keeping you updated!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-25854033607217459152008-03-17T20:17:00.000-07:002008-03-17T20:26:42.113-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R982Z62tArI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FCEM7s-B3Gk/s1600-h/DSCF1870.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R982Z62tArI/AAAAAAAAAIs/FCEM7s-B3Gk/s320/DSCF1870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178917915422687922" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R982aa2tAsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NqOh3JyP48U/s1600-h/DSCF1872.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R982aa2tAsI/AAAAAAAAAI0/NqOh3JyP48U/s320/DSCF1872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178917924012622530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R982aa2tAtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2G8CRCERb-w/s1600-h/DSCF1874.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R982aa2tAtI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2G8CRCERb-w/s320/DSCF1874.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178917924012622546" /></a><br /><br />I have never really liked birds. I actually think people may say I hate birds. I think I figured it out though. When we were kids, my brother was a magician: "Mr. Fire the Mystifier". He had birds. Birds that had their wings clipped so they could not fly away. They would still try to fly though which meant there was just a helpless lame bird flapping through the house. Terrifying. So, what I have realized is that it is not so much the bird itself that I don't like but more the falling flapping bird in your house that I don't like. I say all this because I have really started to like birds lately. There is a hummingbird nest in my orange tree and that sweet little mama perches herself on that nest all day long. I have never seen a humming bird still. It is neat! So, here is as close as I could get without thinking she just might start poking me with her speedy little beak...the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-76398714949251953432008-03-16T17:25:00.000-07:002008-03-16T17:33:46.275-07:00Out of the park!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Y62tAmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/i2jBdG4vceM/s1600-h/DSCF1911.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Y62tAmI/AAAAAAAAAIE/i2jBdG4vceM/s320/DSCF1911.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178501183335891554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Za2tAnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8KMvCoYinAo/s1600-h/DSCF1912.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Za2tAnI/AAAAAAAAAIM/8KMvCoYinAo/s320/DSCF1912.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178501191925826162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Zq2tAoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_A5IRgxRWY/s1600-h/DSCF1914.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Zq2tAoI/AAAAAAAAAIU/E_A5IRgxRWY/s320/DSCF1914.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178501196220793474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Z62tApI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iP2pKU3B0E8/s1600-h/DSCF1916.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927Z62tApI/AAAAAAAAAIc/iP2pKU3B0E8/s320/DSCF1916.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178501200515760786" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927aa2tAqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-AIj7EywWnw/s1600-h/DSCF1917.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R927aa2tAqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/-AIj7EywWnw/s320/DSCF1917.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178501209105695394" /></a><br />I can't really think of anything to say about these pictures that you probably haven't already thought in your head by now. He is my precious boy.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-23869867047358828582008-02-11T22:04:00.000-08:002008-02-11T22:20:38.340-08:00LuckyI had a moment today. A moment where all I felt was lucky. I forgot for a moment about rheumatoid arthritis, $80 in our checking account for the next 11 days, an overcrowded garage full of junk, the laundry, the whirlwind of spiritual conflict in my mind, the things I think about doing everyday but never do...you get the picture. I was cooking dinner in my kitchen and my kids were outside in the back playing. As I was slowly cooking over the stove I just listened. I listened to my kids. My sweet kids who are playing together and laughing and sharing and riding scooters. It was great. Then I hear "Mom....Mom, Look at me". I look out the window and Zoe just gives me the I love you sign. Precious. Then Brother of course wants in on the action and they are just screaming my name trying to steal my attention from the other. I just felt lucky. Lucky to have a home, food to cook, kids that love me so much they are fighting over mere seconds of my attention. I quickly grabbed the camera because I wanted to capture the spontaneous, but they caught on. The poses are obvious. I love my kids. I'm just so blessed.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5e0gAn4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/-63x1gLEoAE/s1600-h/DSCF1652.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5e0gAn4I/AAAAAAAAAHk/-63x1gLEoAE/s320/DSCF1652.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165973449222430594" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5fEgAn5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/MAGiBzOU_8Q/s1600-h/DSCF1653.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5fEgAn5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/MAGiBzOU_8Q/s320/DSCF1653.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165973453517397906" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5fUgAn6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/C-_nC0dqM_I/s1600-h/DSCF1654.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5fUgAn6I/AAAAAAAAAH0/C-_nC0dqM_I/s320/DSCF1654.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165973457812365218" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5fkgAn7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RnybkrG7baU/s1600-h/DSCF1655.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R7E5fkgAn7I/AAAAAAAAAH8/RnybkrG7baU/s320/DSCF1655.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165973462107332530" /></a>the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-36859478959010511932008-01-21T09:47:00.000-08:002008-01-23T11:26:44.271-08:00The mount...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R5Tde6V0ZoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dpkRPtQTc-E/s1600-h/DSCF1101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R5Tde6V0ZoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/dpkRPtQTc-E/s320/DSCF1101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157990996372645506" /></a><br />Mona.<br /><br />"We have all had times on the mount, when we have seen things from God's standpoint and have wanted to stay there; but God will never allow us to stay there. The test of our spiritual life is the power to descend; if we have power to rise only, something is wrong. We are not built for the mountains and the dawns and aesthetic affinities, those are for moments of inspiration, that is all. We are built for the valley, for the ordinary stuff we are in, and that is where we have to prove our mettle. Spiritual selfishness always wants repeated moments on the mount. We feel we could talk like angels and live like angels, if only we could stay on the mount.<br /><br />We are apt to think that everything that happens is to be turned into useful teaching. It is to be turned into something better than teaching, that is, into character."<br /><br />Oswald Chambersthe jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-12913032437343072522007-12-21T14:04:00.000-08:002007-12-21T14:13:11.507-08:00You reap what you sew...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R2w426V0ZnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KXEEynVLScU/s1600-h/Photo+250.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R2w426V0ZnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/KXEEynVLScU/s320/Photo+250.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146550990202496626" /></a><br /><br />This is my life for the next four days. It is a cool place to be. I love the image of my nativity behind my sewing machine. It keeps me level and reminds me what this day is all about. I feel blessed today. I love my kids. It is nearly impossible to really get much done between PB & Js, more juice, mommy I got to go peepee, where are we going, what are we doing tomorrow morning, can we have our countdown...you get it. Being a mom is grand.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-12198262568540661932007-12-18T13:41:00.000-08:002007-12-18T13:43:42.841-08:00Its been a while!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R2g-qaV0ZmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rgppy1ZC2qM/s1600-h/DSC05322.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/R2g-qaV0ZmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/Rgppy1ZC2qM/s320/DSC05322.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145431472617055842" /></a><br /><br />I know I have not posted in a while so I thought I would add a picture of my sweet family at Christmas! I hope to get back into the writing part but have gotten more fond of the reading part! It is so neat to be able to read about peoples lives! Merry Christmas!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-56543899750186706732007-10-16T11:32:00.000-07:002007-10-16T11:57:59.214-07:00Tattoos<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RxUJp1Ehe8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/kl306HNqfzQ/s1600-h/DSCF1555.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RxUJp1Ehe8I/AAAAAAAAAG8/kl306HNqfzQ/s320/DSCF1555.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122010765429144514" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RxUJrFEhe9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S60QZ-x314Q/s1600-h/DSCF1556.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RxUJrFEhe9I/AAAAAAAAAHE/S60QZ-x314Q/s320/DSCF1556.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122010786903981010" /></a><br />The kids being pretty proud of their tattoos daddy drew on them!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-73367358897757197512007-10-12T17:11:00.000-07:002007-10-12T17:17:06.436-07:00Evil Lady Hand...<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RxAOeFEhe7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lnuqEeLnQn4/s1600-h/DSCF1554.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RxAOeFEhe7I/AAAAAAAAAG0/lnuqEeLnQn4/s320/DSCF1554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120608686240267186" /></a><br />Okay, so I know it is slightly troubling that my four year old has a concept on evil but if you will...look past that and see the art here. She drew this and told me she named it 'Evil Lady Hand'. I was so impressed because it truly is an evil lady hand. I think she may have a talent here! Mona, I know you will back me on this. Don't be to alarmed though, becasue she is drawing babies as we speak. She is still innocent and sweet and precious.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-5108383056681551862007-10-04T21:02:00.000-07:002007-10-04T21:25:26.245-07:00Turning 36...So, I turned 36 today. It really was not that big of a deal since for most of this last year I thought I was 36 anyway. I had a great day. My favorite part of my birthday every year is my birthday breakfast with my dad. This year was no exception. We had a wonderful breakfast at the Ramos House accompanied by wonderful conversation. What I know for sure is that my dad loves me.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW3-8xb4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yXWRbt7X_g0/s1600-h/ramos+house.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW3-8xb4HI/AAAAAAAAAFk/yXWRbt7X_g0/s320/ramos+house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117698843669684338" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW3_cxb4II/AAAAAAAAAFs/34kCemtIRf0/s1600-h/DSCF1536.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW3_cxb4II/AAAAAAAAAFs/34kCemtIRf0/s320/DSCF1536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117698852259618946" /></a><br /><br />While we were at breakfast my mom had my kiddos. I'm not sure how she did it in three hours but she cleaned my kitchen (including major stove work), did three loads of laundry (wash, dry & fold), made my bed, watered my plants, and bathed my children. I would be lucky to get all that done in a week. She is the mom of all moms. She just makes stuff happen. Oh, and she made some homemade almond milk. Amazing. What I know for sure is that my mom loves me.<br />I got an hour and a half massage at noon which was wonderful. I got phone calls singing happy birthday, text messages from my d-ship girls (I love you guys!), flowers from my family in Vegas and in Wyoming, and a beautiful salad bowl and tongs from my dear Wendy! Zoe gave me lots of kisses because she said she didn't want to waste time at the store. How precious! What I know for sure is that my friends and family love me.<br />I got a beautiful letter from my sister that made me cry and feel really special. What I know for sure is that my sister loves me.<br />My mom made dinner for me and my family and it was wonderful! Salmon Stack wrapped in parchment with capers, lemons, spinach and leeks...and don't forget the brown rice biscuits! The biscuits actually rocked. She was also thoughtful enough to get a pin the tail on the donkey game which was a big hit with the kids!<br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6Kcxb4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rdE3Qphr7g4/s1600-h/DSCF1537.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6Kcxb4JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/rdE3Qphr7g4/s320/DSCF1537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117701240261435538" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6Ksxb4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ADuFj4qvQSg/s1600-h/100_0580.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6Ksxb4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ADuFj4qvQSg/s320/100_0580.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117701244556402850" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6K8xb4LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z_t1FbGxGWk/s1600-h/100_0581.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6K8xb4LI/AAAAAAAAAGE/z_t1FbGxGWk/s320/100_0581.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117701248851370162" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6LMxb4MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nOVn8kwX-XA/s1600-h/100_0574.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6LMxb4MI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nOVn8kwX-XA/s320/100_0574.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117701253146337474" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6Lsxb4NI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5IeQYyL-Dso/s1600-h/100_0577.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW6Lsxb4NI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5IeQYyL-Dso/s320/100_0577.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117701261736272082" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW7vsxb4OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_P8OxOM5gJo/s1600-h/100_0565.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW7vsxb4OI/AAAAAAAAAGc/_P8OxOM5gJo/s320/100_0565.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117702979723190498" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW7v8xb4PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PiHpKGqxtJQ/s1600-h/100_0582.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW7v8xb4PI/AAAAAAAAAGk/PiHpKGqxtJQ/s320/100_0582.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117702984018157810" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW7wMxb4QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ogJFLBtSrpU/s1600-h/100_0570.JPG.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwW7wMxb4QI/AAAAAAAAAGs/ogJFLBtSrpU/s320/100_0570.JPG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117702988313125122" /></a><br />When it was all said and done, I felt loved at the end of the day and what more could you really want.the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-29197525601286532442007-10-01T22:02:00.001-07:002007-10-01T22:03:16.574-07:00My little Rock Star!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwHRDPB9axI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vnlvflICwa0/s1600-h/DSCF1507.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwHRDPB9axI/AAAAAAAAAFc/vnlvflICwa0/s320/DSCF1507.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116600505174158098" /></a><br />I took this picture of us holding out the camera and had no idea he put on his ROCK STAR face. I love it!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7659715670541477710.post-42492948718521925102007-10-01T21:59:00.000-07:002007-10-01T22:01:47.248-07:00I miss you!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwHQnPB9awI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GkcWEE-lN3k/s1600-h/DSC04061.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9Dgp20pHhrY/RwHQnPB9awI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GkcWEE-lN3k/s320/DSC04061.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116600024137820930" /></a><br />All I have to say is that I MISS YOU!the jackson 4http://www.blogger.com/profile/15707651160941984017noreply@blogger.com2