tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46781492905102766482024-03-13T16:24:49.700-07:00The Loy ClanJoseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-10487987645658686072010-01-16T23:15:00.000-08:002010-01-16T23:15:10.272-08:00A little catching up...After weeks of thinking, trying, and searching I have finally found my song. The song that I like and my kids will grow up hearing every night before they go to bed. I first heard it on a movie and loved it then. Why I didn't think of it until just recently, I really don't know.<br />
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Have no fear,<br />
The monsters gone,<br />
He's on the run and your [mommy's] here, </i></span></span><br />
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Beautiful,<br />
Beautiful, beautiful,<br />
Beautiful Boy,<br />
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Before you go to sleep,<br />
Say a little prayer,<br />
Every day in every way,<br />
It's getting better and better,<br />
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Beautiful,<br />
Beautiful, beautiful,<br />
Beautiful Boy,<br />
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Out on the ocean sailing away,<br />
I can hardly wait,<br />
To see you to come of age,<br />
But I guess we'll both,<br />
Just have to be patient,<br />
Yes it's a long way to go,<br />
But in the meantime,<br />
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Before you cross the street,<br />
Take my hand,<br />
Life is just what happens to you,<br />
While your busy making other plans,<br />
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Beautiful,<br />
Beautiful, beautiful,<br />
Beautiful Boy,<br />
Darling,<br />
Darling,<br />
Darling [boy]</i></span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Just to give credit where credit's due, this is a song written by John Lennon for his son, and what a good one it is. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Moving on, what the heck is up with all the crazy dreams I've been having lately?! My favorite of dreams took place probably around three weeks ago. Before I share, let me say I am a person who rarely dreams and who even more rarely remembers dreams. This particular dream is so bizarre and funny that of all dreams, I remember this one. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am </span><b>not</b><span style="font-size: small;"> in any way a Twilight fanatic of any kind. I have not read any of the books, have not seen the second movie, only saw the first because it was being shoved down my throat, and do not swoon over "Edward" and/or "Jacob". My dream, however, would make someone think otherwise. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">I am an employee on the Ellen show (love her!!). I'm one of the ones with the cool headsets that is actually on the floor behind the cameras during the show, a producer of sorts. On today's show, Robert Pattinson is come. We proceed with the show like any other taping. Robert comes out and is talking with Ellen, the interview is going just fine. In true Ellen fashion, she asks if he's dating....can you see where my dream is going? Robert looks over at me and with a giddy little grin begins to tell Ellen about him dating one of her employees. Then he comes over, grabs my hand, and takes me on the stage with him. Pretty much he's head over heels for me and thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. We've been "together" for a while but just have kept it hush hush. So it pretty much ends like any chick flick, running off into the sunset kind of thing. </span>Completely<span style="font-size: small;"> random dream? </span><b>Uh, yeah.</b><span style="font-size: small;"> I don't know what to think about it, maybe it's my subconscious screaming out a secret celebrity crush, or maybe it's my overly tired brain finally getting a deep sleep and piecing together experiences (watching the Ellen where he was on) into the most absurd events ever!! Who knows. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My ears "perk up" and turns my brain on from hibernation mode (or so it seemed), Liam is awake and ready to have his morning bottle. I look at the clock and "oh crap! I'm gonna be late!" I jump out of bed, get a bottle warmed up for my little bambino, put him in our bed, and wake up joe to feed him so I can get ready for work. I go in the bathroom, throw on some clothes for work and throw my hair in a ponytail. I come out of the bathroom and glance at the clock....hmmm....now I'm a little confused. I stared at it for a second, then walked into the kitchen to check the time on the stove....*mouth gapes open and forehead scowls in further confusion*...I walk back into the bedroom and Joe, seeing the confusion on my face asks "what's the matter?" I stare at the alarm clock again and confess, "It's 3 in the morning. I don't know what I was thinking or what my eyes were seeing. Sorry, go back to sleep." Joe's response? </span>"Are you serious?!"</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">The funny part about that story (it definitely WASN'T funny then), was while I was changing in the bathroom, I thought how cool it was that Liam slept completely through the night for the first time. Boy was I wrong. </span></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">My final thought for the night is what I like to call </span>Ode to Sasha.<span style="font-size: small;"> I have a friend who is just the darn best thing ever, she is right up there to the coolest thing since sliced bread....definitely. Anyone who knows her will agree that she is so much fun to be around. If you're having a bad day, Sasha can make you smile. She says the funniest things, and has dance moves to boot! One of my all-time </span><i>FAVORITE </i><span style="font-size: small;">Sasha stories is this: me and Joe were at the B-rau's hanging out one night a couple years back. Sash is sitting on the couch playing with her knee skin. "I want to get my knee pierced" she says out of no where. I died laughing. I'm not sure why exactly I thought that was so hysterical, but I did. And it still makes me laugh. Sasha and her boo Alex recently tied the knot, I couldn't be happier for them both. Alex went and joined the army and is currently on the other side of the country in basic training. After only 2 weeks of marriage, he left for his training. Sash is a trooper. I don't know how she does it. She is so supportive of him and seems to be managing alright with him gone. The fact that she can say "I miss him but..." then continue with her love and support of what Alex is doing I find to be so admirable. She's not swallowed up in sadness and self-pity because he is gone, she's using this time to get things done for them as a couple and her an individual. It will be a bitter-sweet day when Alex gets stationed and Sasha moves away to be with him. Sweet because they will get to start their married adventure together for the long run....bitter because I will miss her, and Alex too. Alex and Sasha are some of mine and Joe's closest friends. How sad it will be when they are gone. We love them. I love you Sash! You're my girl, my entertainment, my vent buddy, my example of unconditional support, </span>my sista from anotha mista<span style="font-size: small;">. </span></span><br />
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</div>Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-69088947271569642692009-12-18T22:09:00.000-08:002009-12-19T00:02:26.547-08:00...my favorite things....<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens? Mmmm....not so much. Roses have nasty thorns, and kittens? I could personally do without. <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">My favorite things are far more awesome, although might be flirting with embarrassing, depending who you ask. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Alright, I'll be honest, Suka is a little reatrded and can easily be the most annoying thing ever. Nevertheless, he is part of our family. Suka is our Marley; the world's worst dog who will grow up with Liam and all future Loy babies. My boys = my entire world = pure love = happiness. To sum up my feelings about my family, on June 9, 2006 my life completely changed, on September 27, 2009 my life became complete.<br />
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</div>Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-47100268279131136552009-11-04T15:37:00.000-08:002009-11-06T13:04:41.348-08:00Ah, life.<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBowtuVNim2x0Mb79GNtQYIvoOHyis6ijvSj6E7-8iH5d4_4fTXLiNikoqdGpaOQR60S6NIOFF8FNyDpcyi2PRqwQkINC6rKJlyY4a9TDk4FqH8hYt07ancVlcmpLwm8etJFHiXV76_Ua3/s1600-h/liam+092709.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" sr="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBowtuVNim2x0Mb79GNtQYIvoOHyis6ijvSj6E7-8iH5d4_4fTXLiNikoqdGpaOQR60S6NIOFF8FNyDpcyi2PRqwQkINC6rKJlyY4a9TDk4FqH8hYt07ancVlcmpLwm8etJFHiXV76_Ua3/s200/liam+092709.bmp" /></a>Today was a day filled with many different thoughts and feelings of life in the world. I was thinking to myself what a wonderful life I have and how much I can't get enough of my little family of three. It's truly amazing to me how much an "oops baby" can change your life. What started out as a night of upsetting tears and anxiety ended up as a moment of the most pure genuine whole-hearted love looking at me for the first time. <br />
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</div></div>Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-34555415800186338402009-11-02T20:32:00.000-08:002009-11-02T20:44:01.142-08:00new attemptnot tonight, but I will shortly try to rejoin the blogging world. Now I feel I have more legitimate things to blog about since my little stud Liam joined us almost six weeks ago. As for now, my mind is full and my heart is heavy, as tomorrow I am scheduled to go back to work. I know deep down it is a small sacrifice for our family and will help us reach our long term goals. However, it is so hard to imagine leaving my boy who I am completely head over heels for and haven't been away from for more than 20 minutes since he was born. Today has been so hard for me, and I've tried to manage my emotions as best I can. I am thankful I have family who can watch him while Mom and Dad are working, but no parent wants to leave the care of their most precious treasures to someone else, regardless how trustworthy they may be. I am still keepng a small silent hope that my work will give me the chance to have some work adjustments that will allow me to be with my baby.Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-6822426604987115602009-08-27T08:24:00.000-07:002009-08-27T08:35:21.863-07:00Photo Giveaway--Ashley Madsen Photography!I'm returning to the blogging for my own personal gain rather than updating the few who might be interested enough to look at my blog on the latest of life's happenings. A friend of mine is a photographer doing another giveaway! This is something my little fam WANTS SO BAD!!!! Especially, with the little Loy set to make his appearance in about a month. We would love to have some professional pictures taken by, you guessed it, a professional.<br /><br />Even though I'd rather win myself, you don't have to know her to enter the giveaway! Follow the link and complete the tasks for your own chance to win, and should you win and want to pass it along to me---I wouldn't mind so much. :)<br /><br />She has a great website with tons of pictures that she's taken. Go check it out and keep your fingers crossed for me that I get lucky!<br /><br /><a href="http://ashleymadsenphotography.com/blog/">http://ashleymadsenphotography.com/blog/</a>Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-7595256006379541292009-02-28T12:15:00.001-08:002009-02-28T12:20:29.461-08:00Ashley Madsen Photgraphy Giveaway!!<div align="center">A friend of mine is an <em>awesome</em> photographer that is doing a giveaway for a photoshoot! I think it would be sweet to get one for the little one on the way. One way to get an entry in the giveaway is to do a blog about it. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Everyone needs to check out her blog. If you already have a blog, follow her directions and you can be entered to win the giveaway too! But if you dont have any use for it, you can give it to me!!! eh hem....<em> hint hint. </em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">here's the link to her page: <a href="http://ashmadsen.blogspot.com/2009/02/drumroll-please.html">http://ashmadsen.blogspot.com/2009/02/drumroll-please.html</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Go look!!!</div>Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-78977474317066436092009-02-27T19:29:00.000-08:002009-02-27T19:51:00.871-08:00Guess who's having a baby?!?!?!I'M PREGNANT!!<br /><br />So here's the story with this smidgett of exciting news: last week, Saturday night to be a little more specific, I took a home pregnancy test, and BAM....positive. Sunday night, same thing. We told our family that sunday and everyone was really excited. This will be grandbaby number 13 for Joe's parents and the first for my parents!<br /><br />Tuesday I was able to schedule an appointment with an OB for today at noon. What a week of mixed emotions and anticipation!! Definitely a long week. Today, man, what a killer. I was at work for the morning before I went home to meet Joe so we could head out to the appointment. About 35 minutes before I left work, I started freaking out. But, luckily for me, my man helped me calm down and reassured me everything was going to be fine. I tend to get a little stressed out when I don't know what to expect in situations, such as a first prenatal exam.<br /><br />We made it to the appointment and got busy getting weighed, blood pressure, pee test, all the goods. We then met with Dr. Newman who we really liked. She answered a few of our questions, gave us some basic information, and was able to get us in for an ultrasound. The entire reason we rushed to get an appointment so quickly was for an ultrasound/sonogram cofirmation, you can't deny a heartbeat!<br /><br />After downing 32 ounces of water in ten minutes, we waited in the imaging office for about 35 minutes. As my bladder was ready to explode all over the waiting customers, I was finally called back in. On went the gel and they started the ultrasound. Apparently, Joe, knew exactly what he was seeing on the monitor, while I, on the other hand was totally lost (Joe has seen a number of ultrasound photos from all his neices and nephews). About ten minutes after she started, she said, do you see the heartbeat? She pointed it out to me and then pointed out the head. The little thing kept moving, it was so amazing. I'm still in awe about the whole situation. We are both super excited and can't wait. <br /><br />One of our friends are expecting their first baby the first part of September, and then i just read on my cousins blog that she's expecting their first baby and is due 3 days before me! <br /><br />I'm so excited. I hvae a couple pictures of things, i'll try to get them up here soon.Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-56994942429185628012009-01-29T16:42:00.000-08:002009-01-29T17:43:40.513-08:00Events from the pastSo far, this week has been extremely uneventful.<br /><br />We'll begin with Sunday. This past sunday was our little Austin's second birthday. Ok, so he's not really "our" Austin, we jsut take some of the credit for helping to raise him the first year of his little life. Megan and Joe decided they would have a "party" for him. Originally it was just going to be a little family get together, but then the proud parents in them took over, leading to a guest list of roughly 20 people. It was just a simple park birthday, emphasis on the work "simple." Here's a picture to sum up.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUrna2zBgbTR95JZ2s97TicpknZisgAz0KyUXKP43WhJiQWXoLtvQyCN0n9oWvOANO226pJukVsPh3a0ro0ElUrvUFjSwgvSsE24T_FZT2TV2ph2EX5MAH9XrtXHAu6fdqfk3SaDNWaUv/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZUrna2zBgbTR95JZ2s97TicpknZisgAz0KyUXKP43WhJiQWXoLtvQyCN0n9oWvOANO226pJukVsPh3a0ro0ElUrvUFjSwgvSsE24T_FZT2TV2ph2EX5MAH9XrtXHAu6fdqfk3SaDNWaUv/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296882334478756178" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Now, everyone did not show up who was supposed to; there wasn't an abundance of excitement that afternoon. We did manage to get some really cute pictures of the little snotface. He's getting so big!!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWHojB685gmO_5hdUFA1SbFHSRTGaX4FIz7CkDFCDNXeCoaY9V-1YjvqkxiLNWl7gjzTk8QxPTPX2rAXX1ZUvzf1jUPx8RqMfAgW5d8qaEswdcloz31OwKf0Npi4hSVRQedofUs2CmpW4/s1600-h/IMG_0324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdWHojB685gmO_5hdUFA1SbFHSRTGaX4FIz7CkDFCDNXeCoaY9V-1YjvqkxiLNWl7gjzTk8QxPTPX2rAXX1ZUvzf1jUPx8RqMfAgW5d8qaEswdcloz31OwKf0Npi4hSVRQedofUs2CmpW4/s320/IMG_0324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296884742835395746" border="0" /></a><br />He loved his Spongebob cake<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLiUx2aGAzQev7oIkv58eumjPM24qpo1BDp-ARea4v_dyzuIIyWRCdAe3PI3u-2qyUbmnogpc4_hs1LhH9OFYUhwUwfuyZqTrCnZA04Jo-btWr2T92Wqx0R_LEJyheitD9_iGe5Z6Y89Kf/s1600-h/IMG_0323.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbd_Vn1lOvg_uwwJ30d8vAX4ZCbJYW-60ffYQnyPLQNicEYWiJvR042aeWfFDsjymzzP1kRgPDU9XWwh25Ic6pyNExLCOGtGlGj1It2nHZX1wffy5enAM4raILQ0E_OLAzxmmYx-k-fn2i/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296884733874291170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLqwfBTLPyTKgA2F9QIBMQPxbVYDTMQHbYWNIogtBJ9tH-Okd0WVhJhVUQSkeRYbUh7PIiWTQ1nXjrlTxlj8eoEBhbT_QGFGYnrDbY0JnSdiPL_4j-leVRZWLPuLpBdz_sjzGGm4JHpXp/s1600-h/IMG_0311.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHLqwfBTLPyTKgA2F9QIBMQPxbVYDTMQHbYWNIogtBJ9tH-Okd0WVhJhVUQSkeRYbUh7PIiWTQ1nXjrlTxlj8eoEBhbT_QGFGYnrDbY0JnSdiPL_4j-leVRZWLPuLpBdz_sjzGGm4JHpXp/s320/IMG_0311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296884728806448130" border="0" /></a><br />This was cute--he would ride his bike down the hill<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZe2zELB_gURKP-uV1VnUScDR2yJg4dMXAz4BbHT2YwztQf4-OtEcPFqQSK_jxg6_oKdf-wKYSq-cID-Rb7jNOrv5keM8Isa2tUA_Q0wNx0xIIyQvP2kKUxnPfIH_mIBkTcSnLobPUkCW/s1600-h/IMG_0310.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGZe2zELB_gURKP-uV1VnUScDR2yJg4dMXAz4BbHT2YwztQf4-OtEcPFqQSK_jxg6_oKdf-wKYSq-cID-Rb7jNOrv5keM8Isa2tUA_Q0wNx0xIIyQvP2kKUxnPfIH_mIBkTcSnLobPUkCW/s320/IMG_0310.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883925762109842" border="0" /></a><br />Then carry it back up and do it again.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zrB0GCqi4yqn58QZQbhN3pK-giobZcArlr7tS_4xxy0-ZX94ALzcViDY43W-SkuEFC-qInbdS9vmginnhg2qH2i6eiYgBNIfqF-H8IUrKS73NwM64RmbVkapKLVk4jrW9JkNFO93XgJ2/s1600-h/IMG_0309.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7zrB0GCqi4yqn58QZQbhN3pK-giobZcArlr7tS_4xxy0-ZX94ALzcViDY43W-SkuEFC-qInbdS9vmginnhg2qH2i6eiYgBNIfqF-H8IUrKS73NwM64RmbVkapKLVk4jrW9JkNFO93XgJ2/s320/IMG_0309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883915357521490" border="0" /></a><br />Grandpa Don and Ausin<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1xLfiEDAcYQCDUI1VCceOXdXmmAjAun7Jb-E2Kp1OKR1XqBzuQTfKyBkadNpWmX2HsgeznBYUXYhuir8qWzLh9BPAje9Z6HdXzCJZ5eGGTieRMfZHjaB9CLv8foCZCUj-T1IDYbpe518O/s1600-h/IMG_0307.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-uiRFySy2XlXkxHiwvhZMAmD-pq9-R92xR7Mvj38R2WazAYienOnz3uTCpC4VJGuJbpS6OTkF8QQe4BGKoVio99GV0e3hP-GZPATjM0mhTm9WhpOhJBJcfAy6YukqmVXizFBRhIpRB6rB/s320/IMG_0303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296883896242987458" border="0" /></a>Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-88245225130033017732009-01-23T21:10:00.000-08:002009-01-23T21:29:13.194-08:00"slow work days, especially fridays, can lead even a stable person to contemplate suicide"Friday....most likely the most looked forward to day of the student and non-retail working society. Friday festivities, however, can't begin until you make it through the day. Today, unfortunately, was not a "where;s the time gone?" kind of day. Nothing can start off a weekend worse than a slow, boring, miserable day at work-like today. To reiterate the title of today's thought, "slow work days, especially fridays, can lead even a stable person to contemplate suicide." <br /><br />As miserable as the day was, I made it to the light, A.K.A clock-out time. <br /><br />After returning home and going through the friday night decision making crisis, we finally made it back out of the house to dinner and a movie. A word of advice, stay away from italian restaurants that serve delicious warm rosemary bread with olive oil and pepper while you wait for your meal, and where the primary entree is some delicious variation of pasta....especially when you're on a low carb, low fat, low tastey diet. I managed to find "skinny chicken" on the menu that would do for a meal; ironic though, go wanting pasta and end up ordering "skinny chicken" instead....<br /><br />After that we hopped in the truck and drove about 1/4 mile to park and head into the movie theaters where we saw Mall Cop. Kevin James is a hoot, the movie itself was really corny and had completely cliche dialogue, but it was entertaining. I'd recommend it to anyone who likes Kevin James. <br /><br />And now, I sit while Joe and his dad begin a torturing 19 hour long game of Axis and Allies....goodbye my only company for the rest of the night....<br /><br /><br />........Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4678149290510276648.post-73565408693457980072009-01-22T18:37:00.000-08:002009-01-22T19:15:28.880-08:00Yay for Blogs!<span style="font-family:arial;">So we, but mostly I, decided to jump on the blogging bandwagon. I figured I could stand to have a harmless hobby.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I'll start off with a little bit about us!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">We were married in June 2006. In July we moved to Utah to see how </span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOldcWcmjevU0thAhRe3jPORaNSLDV-yyWNz4XVDqcAl5si8SzXO_g-ACqrLb1pdj4Z-tNzXOjHcz0PDclloh9tM-yqgozqq90cwh5TTda2w0gB39JdZLIoaCNcs9CSrSfANxqLht1zZeX/s1600-h/445462774_m.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOldcWcmjevU0thAhRe3jPORaNSLDV-yyWNz4XVDqcAl5si8SzXO_g-ACqrLb1pdj4Z-tNzXOjHcz0PDclloh9tM-yqgozqq90cwh5TTda2w0gB39JdZLIoaCNcs9CSrSfANxqLht1zZeX/s320/445462774_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294317982913710354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">out-of-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">az</span> life would work out. We never really got settled there are were only "residents" for 8 months before we decided that Utah just was not t</span><a style="font-family: arial;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5_Jr4QvUoULXS-XzVllTPFYWp_nANf6d_a-6lOrNnz9-9swonqHsusKa9pGllirVgbP73i-hjBQD211Jdxi4afM7DnfEkenwv0kPcvFmYbRWh6lihJlqrI3gj_eg4cBcvpX3nkuTrMrw/s1600-h/yummy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 191px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-5_Jr4QvUoULXS-XzVllTPFYWp_nANf6d_a-6lOrNnz9-9swonqHsusKa9pGllirVgbP73i-hjBQD211Jdxi4afM7DnfEkenwv0kPcvFmYbRWh6lihJlqrI3gj_eg4cBcvpX3nkuTrMrw/s320/yummy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294318349071542866" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;">he place for us. Too cold and too many.....weird individuals. So, in February 2007 we packed up and moved back to the desert where we've been ever since. Right now we're living in a lovely little house across the street from our favorite people in the valley. Hopefully we'll be able to buy eventually, we'd love to stick around here for a while.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">The free time we have tends to be taken up by watching Lost like crack addicts, watching House--the most awesome Smart-A character possibly of all time, and hanging out with the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Brauers</span> and Smiths (the before mentioned favorite people in the valley). Oh, and all the neighbors have pimped out, personalized Razor scooters that we use to rude to each others' houses.....it's completely awesome.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">Other than that we're just working right now, hoping to get our paperwork together and finished so we can get started on school in the fall.<br /><br />We're fortunate to hvae <span style="font-style: italic;">most </span>of our family here in az, but are sad that a Big Papa, brother, and sister, along with some aunts and uncles live out on the East Coast in Virginia country. That just makes seeing them that much more enjoyable, and gives us a place to go on vacation!<br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQqQ1sdoQz9EBVfnCoy_R3l9LD3OS-nx-rY53Eo6lQ-JSj_kkJfWFh5usE-66wC_yV72PM9pTt1vdkBqXLSykeYuIogo0GMam8emcJlGiXy6o6pYtwQvk5UbqWOvv47g6vUyDL8KR3W9O/s1600-h/goofy.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHQqQ1sdoQz9EBVfnCoy_R3l9LD3OS-nx-rY53Eo6lQ-JSj_kkJfWFh5usE-66wC_yV72PM9pTt1vdkBqXLSykeYuIogo0GMam8emcJlGiXy6o6pYtwQvk5UbqWOvv47g6vUyDL8KR3W9O/s320/goofy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294318794574573026" border="0" /></a>HA!!! i just decided I look like the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">cheshire</span> cat and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">joe</span> looks like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Quasimoto</span>.Joseph and Kimberlyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09616349679219858745noreply@blogger.com1