tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66049990713035678262024-03-13T09:25:10.834-07:00.GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-6798720706864088862010-03-09T01:31:00.000-08:002010-03-09T01:42:34.558-08:00OK, OK, OK!!!Ok, Ok, Ok!!! this is for you Kristy. She said "will you please post something new so that everytime I check your blog I see something besides Kevin in the hospital". I realized she's right.......how depressing!! It's been a long, long time since I posted so here is a great quote I found. <blockquote></blockquote>
<em><strong>"Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great."</strong></em>
<blockquote><p>~Mark Twain~</p><blockquote>There has been so much happen in our lives the past several months and when I get a chance (probably after Fair) I will try to do a better job of keeping everyone updated.</blockquote></blockquote>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-52193283896475458712009-08-08T10:42:00.000-07:002009-08-08T12:41:23.809-07:00A Scary Couple of Days<div align="center">About 4:30 am Monday morning Kevin was at work (driving the train) when he began having severe chest pains. He called Tony on the radio and told him to come and get him, that he was really in pain. When Tony got there Kevin was sitting on the ground in aweful pain. A couple of other people had heard the call on the radio and come to get him also. He was taken to the office and the amulance was called. He was taken to the Emergency Room at the Mesquite Hospital. We spent about 4 hours in the ER while several proceedures were done. Blood tests, EKG's, and chest X-rays.
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During this time one of the nurses came into the room. He pulled a gown from the closet and explained that kevin would be admitted one way or the other, either to the Mesquite hospital or if it was determined that this was indeed heart related he would be transported to St. George. (Mesquite does not have a cardio department and no facilities to treat a patient who is having heart problems.) He was eventually admitted to the Mesquite hospital and several tests were done. Keep in mind that Kevin had been on graveyard shifts and had not slept for several hours. And we all know what kind of sleep habits I have. I had not gone to bed until nearly 4 am myself (I know, I know, shame on me!!!) when I got the phone call at 4:45 am from Kasey (thanks Kasey) telling me what was going on, so I had not had what you would call adequate sleep either. If any of you have ever been in the hospital you know that sleep is definately not something you get ANY of while your there.
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<blockquote></blockquote>About 1 pm another blood test was done to show his blood enzyme levels. If the enzyme levels elevate it is an indicator that the problem is indeed heart related. The 1:00 pm test showed elevated levels. We were not informed of the elevation until around 5 pm at which time the nurse came in to do the usual blood pressure, pulse, temperature check and said "did the Dr. tell you the enzyme levels were elevated?" we told her that the Dr. had not come into the room at all since the initial visit when he was admitted. She explained that another blood test was scheduled at 10:00 pm. It would take approximately 1 hour to process the blood and if the levels were still elevated that Kevin would be transported to St. George (that would be 11:00 pm, driving to St. George following the ambulance that Kevin was in, with nearly no sleep). During this time I had been on the phone with a friend who was getting as frustrated as I was about the prolonging of getting him somewhere that he could be treated. He encouraged me to talk to the Dr. about moving Kevin sooner. I asked the nurse to get the Dr. and told the Dr. that we would like to have Kevin transported right then instead of waiting until the middle of the night again. He agreed to the transfer and the paperwork was started. The ambulance was contacted and around 7:30 pm we were on the road to the St. George hospital.
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<div align="center">I was very impressed with the staff at St. George. I could not follow them through the doors of the Emergency Room so I had to walk around to the front of the hospital. I enetered the front doors and proceedeed into the ER where I walked from room to room looking for Kevin. I eventually asked one of the nurses where Kevin was and they explained that he was already in his room. His room had been prepared for him as we were on our way there. The nurse explained that an angiogram had been scheduled for first thing in the morning. Kevin was tucked in nicely and we were able to get a few quality hours of sleep. Early in the morning, Dr. Chander (the cardioligist) came into the room to explain the procedure and minutes later Kevin was on his way to surgery. I am happy to report that whatever this episode was, it was apparantly not a heart attack (WHAT A RELIEF!!!) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367665114448325522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/Sn3G-4Py65I/AAAAAAAABE8/WJjZNHGGlew/s200/heart-attack-picture.bmp" border="0" /> <blockquote></blockquote>He has a follow up visit with our family Dr. on Monday and a follow up with the cardiologist at the end of the month. We will keep you posted on the ulitimate diagnosis. </div>
<p align="center">I am overwhelmed with the response from concerned friend and family members. Thanks especially to Tony and Randy for getting to Kevin FAST! Thanks to Kasey for being presisitant and eventually getting thru to me on the phone, to Audrey and Brittany for driving to my house in the wee hours of the morning to make sure I was awake and able to drive myself to the hospital. Thanks to all of the EMT's and Paramedics who took great care of Kevin, to all of the nurses at Mesquite and St. George, Dr. Chander for having the inspiration to just get in there and find out what was going on inside Kevins heart. Thanks to Todd for the great advice and giving me the courage to get Kevin to St. George where he could be treated correctly. </p><div align="center">Thanks for the phone calls, visits, text messages and emails from Jestin & Taryn, Deryck & Brittany, Kasey & Audrey Davis (and for bringing home Kevins truck), Juan Santos, Kristy Qualls, Mom and Dad Waters, Mom and Dad Laycock, Todd Robison, Sheri Fraughton, Tucker Fraughton (for taking time on his way home to visit at the hospital), Donna Serneck, Brenda Ashby, Bishop Terril, Jeff Adams, Danielle Terril, Dave Waters, Jolene Tanner, Ronda Chambers, Danila Macdonald, Kristine Young, Annette Jones, Angie Southwick, Uncle Jack Waters, Vicki Cooper, Esther Lee, Becca Houston, Dave Sharp, Kevin Willard, Gina Marshall, Tony & Sheila King, Randy Postma, Steve Hunt, Kevin Salazar, Kayleen Canfield, Alisha Cooper, Doug Barlow, Dave Cook, Roger Marquez, and Frank Valone, thanks to Chase Fredericks and Peyton Anderson for visiting Kevin at the hospital and for Chase helping Deryck give kevin a blessing (ultimately the real healing step). I know there is the possibility that I have forgotten someone, If so I appoligize from the bottom of my heart and know that you are as much appreciated as the rest.</div>
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<p align="center">As you can see we are definately not lacking in love and friendship. I cannot tell you how overwhelmed and humbled I am to have so many friends and family that are concerned about our family and especially for Kevin. We are greatful for you all and want you to know how much we love you.</p>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-49156718778819314752009-08-03T00:54:00.001-07:002009-08-03T01:27:38.643-07:00A Statement to Ponder<div align="center">I heard a statement today that was not only profound but also makes alot of sense. </div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"In this world, in it's current state, with all of the future decisions that we will surely be forced to make, remember two things; </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>1- never make a decision out of fear and </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>2- never make a decision with contention."</strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">As I thought about that, I realized that if I will try to pray before making <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em>ANY</em></strong> </span>decisions, I stand a far better chance of making the <strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">RIGHT</span></em></strong> ones. <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"> </div><blockquote> </blockquote>
<blockquote></blockquote>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-3475733179985539222009-07-29T01:01:00.000-07:002009-07-29T03:13:29.476-07:00Our Fabulous Family Vacation!<div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">Where do I start? I have so much catching up to do.</span>
</div><div align="center"><div align="center">This past weekend we were able to work it out so that our entire family could meet up in Salt Lake for a very memorable (and much needed) vacation. Deryck and Brittany had already planned on being in Park City for the week because Brittany's sister played in a soft ball tournament there. and Jestin, Taryn and Blayke rode up with Kevin and I. We left on Saturday and decided that we were going to make this a very laid back trip. We got to Cedar City and decided to stop and spend the night there. I didn't get any pictures in Cedar City but we went swimming at the hotel and had a great time.
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<div align="center">Sunday morning we got up and decided to take a route that we don't usually take. We would head around through Delta, Utah. We haven't been there in many years. This is where the real adventure began. Kevin got on a road that he thought was the old highway to Delta. Shortly after getting on "said road" it turned to dirt. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363823040761265362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAgowahfNI/AAAAAAAABDc/OdXexxiV4qs/s200/Dirt+Road.bmp" border="0" />
<blockquote></blockquote>Now if any of you know Kevin you also know that it is not easy to tell him that you don't think he's on the right road. He was determined that he WAS on the right road. Well needless to say after an hour of driving 80 miles an hour on dirt (YEP you heard me right, 80 miles an hour) we finally saw life in a small town with a population of 3, I know this because all three of the towns folk were up on the roof of the only home (single wide tralier) in the beautiful town of Lund, Utah, working on the air conditioner. I never even knew there was a Lund, Utah. This is where Kevin finally admitted that yes indeed he must have gotten on the wrong road so you guessed it, we turned around and did another hours worth of driving (YEP at 80 miles an hour on dirt) to get back where we began. We eventually got to Delta. Taryn called her cousin Ashley Leavitt who now lives in Delta. Ashley along with her adorable baby Vance were able to meet us at the park in town for a very nice, but short, visit. </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363798975352331682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAKv9x63aI/AAAAAAAABB4/S11kN7DQlgA/s200/Blayke+Ashleys+Baby.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363797797545659010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAJraG7SoI/AAAAAAAABAw/Gp5m-I7pazI/s200/Blayke+Delta+Park.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363798596211374626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAKZ5Xq-iI/AAAAAAAABBw/3A7cwbRMTvc/s200/Jestin+Blayke+Hide+n+Seek.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363798074016487474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAJ7gCtWDI/AAAAAAAABBI/WJ-3D0WYP9o/s200/Grandpa+kevin+Blayke+Delta+Park.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363798471378348690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAKSoVKKpI/AAAAAAAABBo/eARXQ7OVlvQ/s200/Jestin+Blayke+Delta+Park.jpg" border="0" />
<blockquote></blockquote>After our adventures in finally getting to Delta we headed to Springville where we decided to spend the night. We made arrangements to go up Hobble Creek Canyon on Monday and spend the day on the Ranch where Kevin and his Dad used to work.
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363800781448298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAMZGAwPhI/AAAAAAAABCA/ds72qUTmBKY/s200/Ranch+House.jpg" border="0" />This is the home that Kevin and I lived in many years ago up Hobble Creek Canyon in Springville. The Ranch used to belong to Kevins Brother -In -Laws family, which is who Kevin and Dad worked for. They sold the ranch a few years back and now Kevins Neice and her Husband Bradene and Zack work up on the ranch for the new owner. Here are some pictures of the new home that the new owner built. It is unbelievable.
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363798176949394210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAKBff02yI/AAAAAAAABBQ/IFAVlUAIOgY/s200/Huge+Ranch+House.jpg" border="0" />This is a picture of a huge pond and a bridge that Kevin and his Dad built while working on the ranch years ago. The second picture is a smaller pond up a bit higher. I really, really miss the beauty and the wildlife on the Ranch (but I can honestly say that I don't miss living in the snow in the winter.)
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363801016831009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SnAMmy4XYyI/AAAAAAAABCQ/Ana3e2Up-Hw/s200/Ranch+Buck.jpg" border="0" />After a very enjoyable day on the Ranch we headed to Lehi where we decided to spend the night and go swimming at the hotel. We had stopped at Parkers Drive In in American Fork for dinner. Parkers is a memory from my past. They serve all of their hamburgers with pink sauce....MMMMMMM!! My kids talk about Parkers all the time and make it a point to eat there whenever we are up that way. Once we got our food we headed to the park in town and let Blayke play. It was so nice to not feel rushed to get anywhere and be able to enjoy one anothers company.
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<div align="center">After breakfast we headed for Park City to spend the day with Deryck and Brittany. Everyone except me (the big weenie that is scared of heights) rode the Alpine slide. It is the actual ski slope there. You ride the lift to the top of the mountain and slide down a great big concrete slide on sleds. They had a blast! I know that Taryn got pictures so I will try to get some from her to post because again I didn't have my camera. She is so good to remember her camera and take awesome pictures.</div>
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<div align="center">Tuesday night was Jacobs big night. Jacob was sealed to his parents in the Salt Lake Temple. Kevin and I were honored to be a part of this awesome event.</div>
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<div align="center">Wednesday we went to the Hogle Zoo. Kristy, Makaylee and jacob were able to go with us. We had a great time but believe it or not I didn't have my camera. I'm sure Taryn will post pictures of the zoo so you can check out pictures from her blog. Wednesday evening we headd back down to American Fork where I grew up to have a BBQ with my family. It was another fun filled day with lots of good food and plenty of catching up with everyone.</div>
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<div align="center">Every since my sister Kristy told me about the Oquirrh Mountain Temple open house I have had a strong desire to attend it with my entire family. We were finally able to attend the open house on Thursday morning. I guess I was so caught up in my emotions of the event that I completely forgot to grab my camera for a family picture. After, Deryck and Brittany headed back to Park City and the rest of us headed home. This was an incredible end to an amazing family vacation. I am so greatful for the amazing family that I have and thank my Heavenly Father daily for having each of them in my life. </div>
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<p align="center"></p>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-6611215266413039392009-06-18T03:56:00.000-07:002009-06-18T03:57:37.365-07:00One day at a time<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">One day at a time - this is enough. Do not look back and grieve over the past, for it is gone: and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come. Live in the present, and make it so beautiful that it will be worth remembering. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;">-Ida Scott Taylor</span></div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-47687024427448390292009-06-09T01:27:00.000-07:002009-06-09T02:38:34.250-07:00Sleep over at Blayke's!<div align="center"> <span style="font-family:georgia;">Kevin and I went to Vegas last Wednesday and ended up having a sleep over at Blayke's house. I can't wait until he's old enough to understand what a "sleep over" is. Oh what fun we will have when his Mommy and Daddy will let him stay up late and party with Grandpa and Grandma!</span> <blockquote></blockquote>
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Here is Blayke on Thursday morning having his breakfast (yogurt).......</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">or maybe I should say </span><span style="font-family:georgia;">wearing his breakfast! It was SO DANG CUTE, Grandma couldn't resist </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">grabbing </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">the </span></span></span></span><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">camera and snapping a picture.</span> His hair is growing so fast and guess what? YEP! its curly just like his daddy's was.</div><div align="center">
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</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345244976386363842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/Si4f_FbzUcI/AAAAAAAAA9g/GvFwI-xdbVA/s200/Blayke+yogurt.jpg" border="0" /></span></span></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I cannot believe he is going to be 1 in July! It doesn't seem possible that nearly a whole year has passed. Blayke, Grandpa and Grandma LOVE YOU very much!</span></div>
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<p align="center">I couldn't resist posting these cute pictures of Blayke with his VERY BEST FRIENDS!</p><p align="center"> (Mommy and Daddy)</p><blockquote></blockquote>
<p align="center">Here are some pictures from Memorial Day and our visit to Haylee and Rodger.
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345256465387893442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/Si4qb1TOMsI/AAAAAAAAA-A/Hs87xFD1SgM/s200/Haylee+2.jpg" border="0" />
<div align="center">Haylee would have been 2 years old on June 18. </div><div align="center">Haylee, Grandpa and Grandma LOVE YOU and MISS YOU very much!</div>
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345256900975463010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/Si4q1L_ZCmI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/jt2ouKtuZH8/s200/Memorial+Day+Roger+2.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Rodger, we LOVE YOU and MISS YOU very much!
</p><p> </p>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-58579774604887566422009-05-26T22:36:00.001-07:002009-05-26T23:03:00.900-07:00More Pics<div align="center">
<span style="font-size:130%;">Here are some of the the pics that I was not able to post last time. <blockquote></blockquote></span>
</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Makaylee's Graduation </span><blockquote></blockquote>
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<p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Night of "Rock Band" (check out some of these faces!!!!!)</p></span>
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</span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This Girl is <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">SERIOUS</span></strong> about her "Rock Band"!
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<p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">These guys got pretty <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">CREATIVE</span></strong> with their microphone!</p></span><blockquote></blockquote><p align="center">
</p><span style="font-size:130%;"><p align="center"></span><span style="font-size:180%;">Did I mention I LOVE ROCK BAND!!!!!</span></p>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-48907393588749162092009-05-25T01:00:00.000-07:002009-05-26T22:36:13.567-07:00Its Official<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">YIPPEE!!!</span></strong>
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</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Its official Jacob was adopted on May 19, 2009!!</div></span><div align="center">
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Months ago I promised that I would post about my new nephew Jacob. Well here it is six months later and I am finally posting. I think that I subconciously did it that way, I didn't want to jinx this adoption.
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I had the honor of being able to be there for the very special occasion. Once the court process was over a party was thrown for Jacob. Kristy and John have so many wonderful friends and family and I think every one of them came to that party. </span></div>
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<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I was in Utah for about a week. Not only did I attend the adoption of Jacob but I also was able to attend Makaylee's preschool graduation and attend a wedding for another Nephew. I forgot my camera for the wedding so I will have to try to get some pics later to post.</div>
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<div align="center">On Saturday after the wedding my Nephew Tucker and his girlfreind Mallory, Neice Ashlee, her husband Matt and their new baby and another Neice Tralee came to Kristy and Johns for an evening of ROCK BAND!!! ( I LOVE ROCK BAND!!!)
<blockquote></blockquote>For so reason I am having a hard time getting my pics to post so I will post them tomorrow. Im tired and am going to bed. </div>
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He did come and spend a little bit of time with me on Saturday and Sunday and we took a little while to go shopping in the commercial tent, something I haven't done in years and years (shopping at the fair, not shopping in general).
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Here is a piece of art the Kevin and I both fell in love with and decided we couldn't live without. It goes great with our new freshly painted walls in "Our New Home" (see previous post).
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And of course once you find that perfect piece of art you must have furniture too....right? Bear with us on the green carpet, although its in great shape it just doesn't match the furniture and especially not the new art :). The carpet will likely be the next change.
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Im excited to be back blogging!!! I can't wait to see what everyone else has been up to.GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-52539676004174934462009-03-15T23:58:00.000-07:002009-03-16T00:10:02.449-07:00"OUR NEW HOME!"<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Kevin and I have moved! Here are some pictures of "Our New Home" (well actually it is a cute two bedroom apartment, but to us it is<strong>"OUR NEW HOME!"</strong> We weren't looking to move but we had an awesome opportunity to live here and take care of the property while the owners go on a mission.</span></div>
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<div></div></div></div></div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-56227348363482897752009-03-12T02:42:00.000-07:002009-03-12T02:54:12.966-07:00Find A Penny!How does the saying go.......Find a penny, pick it up, all day long, you'll have good luck!!! <blockquote></blockquote>I had the most interesting thing happen today. I was at the Chevron getting a morning treat. As I was walking out of the store a lady whom I didn't know said to me "I think I'm supposed to give this to you." I looked in her hand and there was a penny. She made a comment about finding a penny but then she continued on with "I think I'm supposed to give it to the first person I see, and that's you!" I thanked her and took the penny, put it in my pocket and walked to my car smiling. I have rubbed the penny all day......I need all the luck I can get (especially at Fair time)!! <blockquote></blockquote>I'm not sure if that's exactly how it goes or not, was I supposed to be the one to pick it up for the good luck, or maybe, just maybe, because someone was kind enough to share her luck I get extra blessed! I must admit that small gesture made my day. :)GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-68368541134836664822009-03-10T02:21:00.000-07:002009-03-10T02:29:56.286-07:00Reflecting on Important People<span style="font-size:130%;">With all the sadness and trauma going on in the world at the moment, it is worth reflecting on the death of a very important person, which almost went unnoticed last week. </span>
<blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:130%;">Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "TheHokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the troublestarted!</span>
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<span style="font-size:130%;">HEHE! </span>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-47980542719045619822009-03-07T00:55:00.000-08:002009-03-07T01:27:58.130-08:00Something To Think AboutA little 10 year old girl was walking home, alone, from school one day, when a big man on a black motorcycle pulls up beside her after following her for a while, turns to her and asks "Hey there little girl do you want to go for a ride?" "NO" says the little girl as she keeps on walking.
<blockquote></blockquote>The motorcyclist again pulls up beside her and asks, "Hey little girl, Ill give you $10 if you'll hop on the back!" "NO" says the little girl again as she hurried down the street.
<blockquote></blockquote>The motorcyclist pulls up beside the little girl again and says, " "OK kid my last offer! I'll give you $20 bucks and a big bag of candy if you'll just hop on my bike and we will go for a ride." Finally the little girl stops and turns towards him and screams out "LOOK DAD" your the one who bought the Honda instead of a Harley.......YOU RIDE IT!!!!!!!
<blockquote></blockquote>WHAT................ did you think this story had a different outcome? Hey I didn't make this stuff up, it was forwarded to me! (hehehe, Thanks Jack, I have to admit I laughed out loud after gasping and holding my breath for a minute waiting for the outcome!) Oh and as far as the title "Something to think about!" You might think twice before buying a Honda instead of a Harley. Your kids just may turn their backs on you.......most definately "Something to think about"!! hehe :)
<blockquote></blockquote>Just a little humor in honor of my "Big Man on a BLACK MOTORCYCLE" (YES A HARLEY!!!)
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<blockquote></blockquote>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-14590164464247642812009-02-26T02:54:00.000-08:002009-02-26T03:02:49.794-08:00The Fair Is Coming!<div align="center">Tell all of your friends The Clark County Fair & Rodeo is coming April 9-12. Tickets are on sale at the Fair Office or online at</div><div align="center"> <a href="http://www.ccfair.com/">www.ccfair.com</a>.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The concert this year is going to be Heidi Newfield, </div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.heidinewfield.com/">www.heidinewfield.com</a></div><div align="center">and opening for Heidi will be Lee Brice</div><div align="center"><a href="http://www.leebrice.com/">www.leebrice.com</a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">If you would like to volunteer (and get free passes) give us a call at</div><div align="center">702-398-3247 or 888-876-FAIR (3247)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-82385497856723878652009-02-22T01:40:00.000-08:002009-02-23T00:00:38.100-08:00IM SORRY!!While doing my usual blog stalking, I came a cross a friends blog titled "apologies". It got me thinking, Im sure there are apologies that I have failed to make that are long overdue. So here goes........
<blockquote></blockquote>First- I realize that lots of times my sarcastic nature gets me in trouble. I have made comments without thinking first and then when I realized that I had indeed offended someone or hurt someones feelings, the damage is done. When it is pointed out to me, or on those rare occasions that I catch myself, Im devastated by it. I hope that anyone reading my blog knows me well enough to know that I never would do anything like this on purpose. <blockquote></blockquote>Second - I apologize to my kids for not always being there for them. My greatest desire in the whole world is to have a close relationship with them. I know that sometimes I overstep my bounds and as tempted as I am to add that "thats just what mothers do!" I won't. I need them all to know that there is nothing, NOTHING I WOULDN'T DO FOR THEM and that I LOVE THEM. I hope that they each will continue to have patience with me, I am very far from perfect, but know that I am striving daily to be the best Mom (and Grandma) that I can be. <blockquote></blockquote>Third- I apologize to my many, many wonderful friends that are always there for me, I must apologize for not always doing the same. I have one friend in particular that has been so diligent in phone calls, cards, offers for lunchs and just about anything else I can think of. I truly know she would be there for me through thick and thin. I have many friends that are this same way and would do just about anything for me. For this I am greatful. Thank you for accepting me with my shortcomings and choosing to be my friends anyway.
<blockquote></blockquote>Fourth (and most importantly) - I apologize to my very best friend Kevin. I am overly involved in both of my jobs and this takes me away from home WAY TO MUCH! I need him to know that he is my life, he is my inspiration, my rock in times of trials and sorrow. He is who I speak of when I place quotes on my headers. The most recent one being "My Best Friend is the one that brings out the best in me!" He most definately brings out the best in me. He is my example of patience, love, kindness and most importantly SERVICE! Kevin would do anything for anyone but mostly for me. Just sitting here tonight I realized that I do most of the talking (imagine that, LOL :) I ramble on about what a rough day I've had and he is patient enough just to sit an listen, never complains, never critisizes me, just encourages me to be the best I can be. I apologize for not showing more of the quailities that he has. KEVIN I LOVE YOU!!!!!
<blockquote></blockquote>This hopefully will serve as my public attempt to right some of my many, many wrongs. I truly am sorry from the bottom of my heart if I have offended anyone or hurt anyones feelings. My goal is to be the very best Wife, Mother, Grandma and friend that I can be.
<blockquote></blockquote><div align="center">Thank you all once more for accepting me as I am and choosing to be my HUSBAND, KIDS, FRIENDS and ASSOCIATES anyway.</div>
<blockquote></blockquote>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-2468017987505062612009-02-16T23:09:00.001-08:002009-02-17T00:10:26.544-08:00Attitude Is EverythingYesterday in Sacrament Meeting the talks were on having missionary experiences. As I listened to the speakers I remember thinking to myself, "I have heard this before, but its just not that easy to bear my testimony to someone that I have (wrongly) pre-determined is not ready to listen". I can honestly say that I never gave it another thought after that. But oh boy the Lord has an amazing way of utilizing us when we least expect it. <blockquote></blockquote>I had a friend text me early this morning. This happened to be a friend who has had a couple of tough years. There was definately a sense of urgency to her situation this morning. After giving her the information she was inquiring about she commented that she felt that God had forgotten her, when he said that he will not give a person more than they can bear. She went on to say that somehow he had passed her by when it was her turn to have her burdens lightened. <blockquote></blockquote>I tried to explain back to her that he indeed <strong>WILL NOT</strong> give anyone more than they can bear, that he knew how strong of a person she was and that he knows what she is capable of bearing. I went on to tell her that everything happens for a reason (my ever famous motto!) and that there are lessons to be learned in every test we are given. <blockquote></blockquote>With that she texted back with a "Im sorry but, <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>WHATEVER</strong></span>!!! My faith is drowning. Now I know this friend well enough to know when she texts <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>WHATEVER</strong></span> she is MAD! "OH OH!", I thought, "Ive really upset her now. " But you know what, at that point I made a quick decision. I could either play into her "woe is me" attitude or I could try to say something to change her attitude. Keep in mind that this happens to be a friend that Im a little bit scared of. I have caught myself many a times agreeing with her just to keep from having a confrontation. <blockquote></blockquote>In true LORI style I texted back "Im sorry if I made you mad but that is one area <strong>I WILL NOT BACK DOWN IN</strong>!!!" I too have had a couple of really tough years, but I have tried to learn the lessons that go along with those trials. Sure I have found myself getting down, but not for long. I really thought that she was going to march right into my office today and let me have it, so I was prepared for that too. I decided that had she indeed come to my office that I was going to sit her down and give her an ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT! We could compare our tough situations, only to find out that they are probably very similar. I would explain to her that the difference between her bad years and her feelings of hopelesness, and my bad years and still being able to carry a smile is all about attitude. I believe in times of trial we have two choices. We can either have the "I have been passed by attitude", or the "Alright Lord, what lesson am I supposed to be learning from this attitude"? <blockquote></blockquote>(Of course I talk BIG, but keep in mind had she really come to my office I probably would have ran an hid!) LOL :) <blockquote></blockquote>My last text of the day to her was to let her know that I LOVE HER and that my hand will always reach into that water of despair and lift her up, I would never let her drown. I guess in a sense I shared a little bit of the Gospel with her. Have you ever had a moment when you felt the person on the other end of the text was crying? That is exactly what I was feeling at that moment, whether that is actually what was happening, I will never know) but I do know that several long minutes later I received a final text from her saying "THANK YOU!"GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-36845085361391338842009-02-14T01:46:00.001-08:002009-02-15T20:14:22.564-08:00To My Best Friend<div align="center">This post is to my very best friend, Kevin on Valentines Day!</div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302605462233990818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SZajktCAxqI/AAAAAAAAAx4/s_fuTyTflKY/s200/kevjax.jpg" border="0" />
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<div align="center">Thank you for accepting me as I am.
<blockquote></blockquote><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;">HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!!</span></strong></div>
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<div align="center"></div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-63789651961515762422009-02-11T23:54:00.001-08:002009-02-12T00:42:00.836-08:00That "OH NO' feeling in my stomacheI had a really good talk with a great friend today about the fact that I don't like to prepare talks. I would rather a talk come from my heart. I kind of feel the same way with my blog. When I set it up, it was with the intent of using it as an online Journal. Many a nights I will sit and just wait for some type of inspiration to come for a topic to post.
Well here is tonights inspirational thoughts; have you ever been "Blog Stalking" and commented on someones site only to go back and read it and find that you have misspelled a word? Once your comment goes "live" you read it and feel that "OH NO" feeling through your stomache? <blockquote></blockquote>That is exactly what happened to me tonight. I was congratulating a friend on a great decision. I don't know about you but for some reason as I comment or post, I feel like Im back in High School typing class and the race is on to be the fastest typer in the class. Most of the time I fail to take the time to reread what my comments say, therefore sometimes my spelling is very, very bad. <blockquote></blockquote>
My final line to her was "CONGULATIONS on your decision!" Now at first glance you might think that said congratulations, so did I! But as I read my post out loud to Kevin I read it exactly how it was spelled (now instead of the feeling of being in High School typing class, I feel as if Im in kindergarten learning how to "sound out a word".) Theres that "OH NO" feeling hitting my stomache. The first thought that crosses my mind is " Oh No what if CONGULATIONS means something bad?" So I do what any after hours blogger would do, I post another comment to giggle at myself and explain that I really meant CONGRATULATIONS and not CONGULATIONS. <blockquote></blockquote>WHEWWWWW Wipe the sweat off my brow and proceed to my Yahoo home page where I immediately type in CONGULATIONS to assure myself that I hadn't offended my friend. Turns out Im definately not the only "Speed Typer" in the internet world. CONGRATULATIONS is spelled CONGULATIONS over and over again. Cracked me up!!!!!! and hopefully taught me a lesson on re-reading my words before hitting the button. Aren't we taught that in first or second grade? LOL :)GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-50819951628032472792009-02-07T01:03:00.000-08:002009-02-07T01:55:11.329-08:00Two New Goals<div align="center">I have been trying really hard to practice two things, <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">First</span> </strong>- To have a positive attitude all day long (not an easy task)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Second</strong> </span>- To always try to look out the windshield of lifes vehicle </div><div align="center">and act as if theres no rear view mirrors. <blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">You now if your really being conscious of these two things, its amazing how much you can change your attitude. Im trying to work on the fact that what is in the past is truly in the past, that I can't change it. I am also trying to find the good (or the lesson) in everything. If theres one thing that I would like to be remembered as saying repetitiously, its </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><em>"Everything in life happens for a reason."</em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You've heard me say it before and you will probably hear me say it again....and again.....and again!!</span></div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Another one of my favorite sayings is </span></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">"When one door closes, another one opens."</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></div><blockquote><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></blockquote><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I remember the first time I heard that saying. I remember thinking</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>"OK, I understand that something just happened that I wasn't happy about and wasn't sure why, but something better will come along, right?"</em> The only problem is that by nature I am a very impatient person and if that other door didn't open real quick I was second guessing the saying. And then <strong>BOOM</strong> it happens, the other door opens and you realize that yes indeed, had the first incident taken place the second (and much better incident) would not have happened. Please don't get me wrong, I still have a negative attitude far more than I would like and I still look in that rearview mirror way more than I wish I did. But my whole goal is to <strong>TRY</strong> to be a little better in both areas each day, with the hope that after a time </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I will be able to do them with little effort.</span> </span><blockquote></blockquote></div><div align="center"></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Here are a couple of quotes I found that brought a smile to my face </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:100%;">and I hope they do the same for each of you!</span></div><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>"When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."</em></strong></div><div align="center">Erma Bombeck</div><blockquote></blockquote><div align="center"><strong><em>"Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. </em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em>If you're alive, it isn't."~</em></strong> </div><div align="center">Richard Bach</div><blockquote><p align="center"><em><strong>"We make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give."~</strong></em> </p><p align="center">Sir Winston Churchill</p><p align="center">And finally my favorite;</p><p align="center"><em><strong>"Life is something that happens when you can't get to sleep."</strong></em></p><p align="center">Fran Lebowitz</p></blockquote>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-27728770593227765432009-02-01T01:11:00.000-08:002009-02-01T01:29:55.219-08:00"God's Cake"<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SYVrf0kLvtI/AAAAAAAAAso/4Y9JGvlspIA/s1600-h/Cake.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297758731101781714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SYVrf0kLvtI/AAAAAAAAAso/4Y9JGvlspIA/s200/Cake.bmp" border="0" /></a>
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<div align="center">Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A Daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend is moving away.</div>
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<div align="center">"Here, have some cooking oil", her Mother offers. "Yuck" says her Daughter.</div>
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<div align="center">"Would you like some flour then?" "Or maybe some baking soda?" "Mom those are all yucky!"</div>
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<div align="center">To which the Mother replies, "Yes, all those things seem bad by themselves, but when they are all put together in the right way, they make a wonderfully delicious cake!</div>
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<blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>I HOPE YOUR DAY IS "A PIECE OF CAKE!"</strong></span></div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-13120392779814541482009-01-28T01:14:00.000-08:002009-01-28T03:05:37.666-08:00Pulled Teeth: Thank Goodness NOT Tom Hanks Style<div align="center"> For about two months now Kevin has had a toothache, well actually he has had several teeth aching. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296287383521577314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 151px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SYAxUHsvyWI/AAAAAAAAAq4/LwoBoqUMlus/s200/toothache.bmp" border="0" />
<div align="center"><div><div><div><div><div><div align="center">If I could think of one one thing that Kevin REALLY, REALLY doesn't like its a dentist. He says its something about having anything in his mouth that makes him feel like his throat is being blocked off (like the dentists hands, or gauze, or dentists tools or even that spit sucking thing that they use.) </div>
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<div align="center">Anyway I swear he was in so much pain that he was considering pulling a Tom Hanks ("Castaway") and knocking out his own teeth with a rock. </div>
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296289852161870658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SYAzj0GdS0I/AAAAAAAAArI/ocJnUwEHa8w/s200/castaway-01.jpg" border="0" /> There's just something about the horrible mess that that would leave all over my kitchen floor that I have a serious problem with! I begged and begged him to call the doctor, any doctor and explain the situation to him and ask for a valium to take right before he goes to a dentist. Well he would have no part of that! He wanted to be "knocked out cold" as he put it. So the search began. I searched far and wide, I phoned everyone I could think of in an attempt to save my kitchen floor...I mean in an attempt to find a dentist that would indeed knock him out cold. Well I found two. So I called the first dentist who was able to get him in the very next day, amazing! Well once we got there and after an hour back in the room, the dentist informs Kevin that he would need two teeth pulled and one would need a root canal. At this point Kevin was elated, he seriously saw himself pain free and pictured me happy as ever that I wouldn't have to mop up the kitchen floor after all. Just then doc informs him that this visit is just a consultation, and oh by the way Mr.Waters, this process is going to take at least three visits, probably four, one to extract tooth number 1, one to extract tooth number 2 and possibly 2 more visits to complete the root canal. <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>OH MY GOODNESS!!!!</strong></span> For any of you that know Kevin at a time like this he makes one of two choices, he either <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"BLOWS"</strong></span> or completely goes silent to keep from <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>"BLOWING"!</strong></span>
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Thank goodness he chose the high road and clammed up! Seems this dentist had over spent on his office decor (which was nicer than most homes I have seen in any "parade of homes" anywhere). </div>
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<div align="center"></div><div align="center">When Kevin asked why the work could not be done in one visit the doc informed him that not only would it take 4 hours (yep, you heard me right, 4 hours, unbelievable), he then went on to explain to Kevin that he wouldn't need to be knocked out for the root canal he would just "numb him up" for that. He then apparantly acting as if he really did care, went on to add "Kevin, you wouldn't want me to put you out for the root canal, it costs $250.00 each time (ya each time you come to my office for unnecessary appointments that could have been taken care of in 1 visit at one cost of $250.00, and if we did that how would I afford my humble office decor?) At this point the dentist was lucky not to have needed his dental assistant provide clean up material for his "kitchen floor" as Kevin was about to forget his own pain and inflict some serious pain on this young, apparently under educated, non-concerned for the patient, over spent on his office decor dentist. </div>
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<div align="center"></div><div align="center">WOW I just went back and read what I had wrote so far, seems Im a little angry over that whole thing. However there is a HAPPY ENDING to this story. I got home and phoned dentist #2. Talk about a complete opposite of what we had just been through. Dr. Bullock in St. George was awesome! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296293651168744098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SYA3A8gR0qI/AAAAAAAAAro/ZT7WSYPvbH4/s200/Dentist.bmp" border="0" />
They too got Kevin in the next day, but to Kevins surprise he was swept back to a room within minutes of entering the office. Once in the room as the nurse was giving Kevin an IV, the doctor was asking a few quick questions. Kevin remembers thinking HMMMM I wonder how long it will take for the medicine to...............ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Twenty minutes later the doctor came to the waiting room to give me a report. All had gone well and oh by the way Mrs. Waters we extracted all three teeth. All three teeth were beyond saving. HMMMM wasnt it just a day or two ago that a young fresh from dental school, can't control his decor fedish dentist had suggested a root canal for tooth #3, thus requiring a trip back to him in a few short months, probably at an increased price (office decor is never cheap) for service to have the poor, poor tooth extracted anyway.
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<div align="center">Just as a quick note (ya right, proven from my previous quick version), as I was escorted back to see Kevin after 20 minutes of very impressive surgery, Kevin was just beginning to wake up. He saw me and said "Vhahets efinnelly va wa to do et!" Which interpreted from someone whom was not numb and not groggy means "Thats Definately The Way To Do It!" </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296298584557499746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SYA7gGz0NWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/PoW26baDWXc/s200/teeth.bmp" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-52577024093955122762009-01-24T00:57:00.000-08:002009-01-24T01:58:38.137-08:00New Listings and New Friends<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>My Newest Listing</strong></span>
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<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788772070725378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SXreVdAAlwI/AAAAAAAAApI/f1oi9SHtEtU/s200/Living+Room.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788570444811346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SXreJt4pTFI/AAAAAAAAAo4/TEor_u6vuhc/s200/Master+Bath.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294788485380343746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SXreEw_sh8I/AAAAAAAAAow/CjIyMbTyBiU/s200/Leavitt+Kitchen.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294789307584374946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SXre0n8aaKI/AAAAAAAAApQ/VrcrAWkqYbg/s200/Formal+Dining.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">I promised to post my new listings when I got them so here it is for your viewing pleasure. This home was built in 2007. The home is 1898 square feet, 3 bedroom, 2 full baths. It sits on a little over a half acre. It is nearly brand new. The lot is like a blank canvas, just waiting for someone to work their artistic magic on. It includes beautiful custom cabinets in the kitchen as well as great corian counter tops, large tile flooring, vaulted ceilings, great big front view windows, and a large two car attached garage. The master bedroom has a retreat (a great place for a love seat and/or recliner, to enjoy your favorite love story!) Part of the uniqueness of this home is that the frame is steel. <strong><span style="font-size:180%;">A MUST</span></strong> see at a <span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>GREAT PRICE, $229,900.00</strong> </span></p><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">At this price it won't last long! <span style="font-size:100%;">For more info email me at</span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span><a href="mailto:loriwaters@mvdsl.com"><span style="font-size:100%;">loriwaters@mvdsl.com</span></a> <blockquote></blockquote></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div align="center">Now onto the New Friends portion of the post. I believe that eveything happens for a reason. I also believe that strangers come into your life for a reason. Sometimes just seeming to be in what appears to be the right place at what appears to be the right time is what is needed to meet these special people. Now the twist, I also believe that in order to meet certain friends we must endure some not so easy times. This is the case with DanielleTerrill. She and I are working on a deal together (her the listing agent, and myself representing the buyer.) This has been a rough one. Danielle has been more than your typical Real Estate Agent, she has certainly proven that she is indeed a <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>PROFESSIONAL!</strong></span> Danielle has been, honest, patient, very accomidating, and extremely hard working. If this were to have been a quick and easy transaction, we probably would have had very little opportunity to spend the time together, with the common goal of representing our clients to the best of our abilities, and ultimately becoming friends.......<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>THANK YOU DANIELLE</strong></span> for the opportunity to work with </div><div align="center">such a great person (FRIEND) and professional!!! </div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-60494189742171285052009-01-18T02:43:00.000-08:002009-01-18T02:45:23.993-08:00Happy to have you back!<div align="center">I am so excited to have "The Cutest Blog On The Block" back up and running. </div><div align="center">Am I the only one who missed them?</div>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-74344123702305626902009-01-14T00:12:00.001-08:002009-01-14T01:13:25.755-08:00Fair & Fountain Green<div align="center">It seems like forever since Ive posted. I have been so busy, something I promised myself I wouldn't do (be so busy I couldn't find time to post) but Im afraid its only going to get worse. Its only three months til the Clark County Fair & Rodeo.
I have procrastinated long enough, its time to get to work and see to it that the Fair actually happens this year. </div><div align="center">
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</div><div align="center"></div><p align="center">Kevin and I along with all of our kids and my sisters family all spent this past weekend in Fountain Green Utah with my parents. We had a blast. We got there late Friday night and stayed up until 3:00 am visiting with Mom and Dad. On Saturday we got up and had my favorite breakfast "coffee cake". Im not sure if thats its official name or not but its the recipe on the bisquick box. YUMMMMEEEEE!!!</p><blockquote></blockquote><p align="center">After breakfast we decided to go sledding/tubing, something I haven't done in many, many years. Mostly because I don't handle the cold very well. The next morning when I woke up and hurt like I haven't hurt in a long time, I realized that it will probably be many, many more years before I do it again. Kevin remembered having a bad experience several years ago, something to do with a tube, a crazy jump and a bruised tailbone. So he decided to be the picture taker and not attempt a repeat of that dreaded day. He got some great pictures. Saturday night we decided to go have dinner at the best little Italian Restaraunt in Mt. Pleasant. We got some great pictures there too. Now you might be wondering why I mention these great pictures and I haven't posted any of them.</p><p align="center">The problem is that once we got home my Mom asked me to download the pictures I had taken during the weekend to her computer and when I did I hit the "move pictures to" button instead of the "copy pictures to" button and it wiped them all off of my card. I didn't realize it until I got home. So needless to say I have to wait to get my Mom to email those back to me so I can post them. </p><blockquote></blockquote><p align="center">
I did manage to snap a few right before we left so I am posting those. This one is of my Parents with Blayke and with Kristy and Johns new baby Jacob and his best BIG SISTER ever, MaKaylee.</p>
<div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291072424803231538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SW2qVklC5zI/AAAAAAAAAlY/sAWMbUPI-l8/s200/PICT0004.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">What adorable kids!! </p><blockquote></blockquote><p align="center"></span></strong>Sunday was an NFL playoff game between the Pitsburgh Steelers and the San Diego Chargers, which was awesome, but heres the problem, the Steelers are Kristy and Johns team and the Chargers happen to be my team. We are all so competative that we thought it would be best if we each headed to our respective hometowns to watch the game, and not attempt to stay at Mom and Dads and watch it together. That was a good call on my part because the Chargers lost and I didn't handle it very well. Kevin, Deryck and Brittany thought it was funny watching me in the car (on our way home) with the computer on my lap tuned into NFL.com and my blackberry in my hand, making sure I didn't miss any plays. My poor family had to not only listen to me cuss, but they had to endure my physical actions also. And mark my word, I did a fair share of "flipping out" each time the Steelers would score. Oh well maybe next year CHARGERS!!!</p>
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</p><p align="center"></p>GrandmaLorihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03425007887661640234noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604999071303567826.post-1590206694330487862009-01-04T23:24:00.000-08:002009-01-05T12:13:45.339-08:00Traditional New Years Party - Not So Traditional, And We Loved It!<div align="center">This years New Years Bash was no let down! We started the party with John, Danila, Jaidyn, Louis, Oni and brand new Lana coming for the week. Then Kristine, Loren and Jacob showed up on Tuesday. On Wednesday Jestin, Taryn and Blayke came to stay for the weekend. Then to everyones surprise Ronda and Louie showed up late Wednesday night. As usual we stayed up way to late, played lots and lots of games, ate way to much food and laughed til it hurt! A couple of things this year followed tradition but most of the activities were new this year. And you know what? I think we may have created a few "new traditions".</div>
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<div align="center">Im starting my post with the traditional stuff like the ever so popular and very traditional sweet chex mix</div>
<p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287720287658393026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWHBlgmBPcI/AAAAAAAAAiw/z0Bd8AmYa-g/s200/Sweet+Chex+Mix.jpg" border="0" /> and sparkling cider. </p><p align="center">
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287720199429861842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWHBgX6ssdI/AAAAAAAAAio/cWIfWXJ2k3o/s200/Sparkling+Cider.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">After much contemplation, we all decided that we were burnt out on turkey and ham so we decided to do Fettucini Alfredo, salad and garlic bread for our New Years Eve dinner. </p>
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<div align="center">Then obviously the traditional "junk"</div>
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Then it was into the Family Room for some serious "Rock Band".
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We got so into it we almost missed the new year! We did however stop "rocking" long enough to toast <strong><span style="font-size:130%;">2009</span></strong> with the sparkling cider!
<blockquote></blockquote>Early Thursday morning, New Years Day, we got up and rode Kris and Lorens horses. The weather could not have been more beautiful!
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Amanda came by with her boys on Thursday. She says her boys love dogs. I had to catch this adorable picture of Kabe with Chomper (one of Kris and Lorens dogs).
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287716141113710290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG90JgultI/AAAAAAAAAgw/4OpVh1oyejg/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+24.JPG" border="0" />On Friday we all decided that there had been way to much cooking going on in Grandma and Grandpa's house so we decided to go to dinner in Mesquite. We went to "Playoffs" and had a great dinner and a great visit.
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715241590681266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8_yhubrI/AAAAAAAAAfw/LV46-miRxLM/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+15.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714489093859938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8T_QgKmI/AAAAAAAAAew/DrU3GUyHwfc/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+7.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714391220075010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8OSpkugI/AAAAAAAAAeo/2A9yvJcOCmI/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+6.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714294437202994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8IqGvTDI/AAAAAAAAAeg/_CjzVzdR8Jk/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+5.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714587223475218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8Zs0bRBI/AAAAAAAAAe4/l7llFN5H-TQ/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+8.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715153738875538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG86rQOQpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/UC8pB0ZW84Y/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+14.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715053570134066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG802GIkDI/AAAAAAAAAfg/2-lx24xIFD8/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+13.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714954508093858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8vFD5yaI/AAAAAAAAAfY/fcL2AeXHbp4/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+12.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714666764558146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8eVIf30I/AAAAAAAAAfA/oh95ucChzuM/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+9.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714770953711474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8kZRIL3I/AAAAAAAAAfI/HlwmgKC-oxU/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+10.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287714865440753410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG8p5QmBwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/iFOmZCkLwX4/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+11.JPG" border="0" />After dinner we decided to go bowling.
<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715377077119122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG9HrQNaJI/AAAAAAAAAf4/4EERfvx2wQE/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+16.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287716012098599426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG9so5IOgI/AAAAAAAAAgo/6eNPXq5HggI/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+23.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715885802057634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG9lSZr76I/AAAAAAAAAgg/OV-feKTbsjA/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+21.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715679590402322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG9ZSM_yRI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/GznOIdEIB1E/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+19.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287715605781626626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1NLrKk6Vv0E/SWG9U_PnPwI/AAAAAAAAAgI/vdjqLPGO8iA/s200/New+Years+2008-2009+18.JPG" border="0" />Kris says this was her first time bowling, ever. She either had begginers luck or she was lying about never bowling before because she got a pretty good score for a "first timer"! LOL
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Ronda said that Louie had a cute little "hop" that he does when he bowls so I attempted to get the "hop" in mid air in a picture. This is the best I could do. It may not be the hop, but this is pretty funny!
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These last few pictures from the weekend are thrown in just for the helk of it because I am a PROUD GRANDMA and love posting pictures of Blayke. </div><div align="center">
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