tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81452648425372742292024-03-18T05:08:11.310-07:00DelenaDelenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-44154934769730204582011-05-17T21:44:00.001-07:002011-05-17T21:45:25.515-07:00We're Going Broke<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik8Q5h1Iu3w/TdNO17VB1qI/AAAAAAAAsEY/qeUQhrc61bw/s1600/DSC04638.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ik8Q5h1Iu3w/TdNO17VB1qI/AAAAAAAAsEY/qeUQhrc61bw/s400/DSC04638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607912649372325538" /></a><br />Because she has lost three teeth in 24 hours.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-40735612121928080152010-10-03T23:42:00.000-07:002010-10-03T23:52:50.167-07:00Hunting CampI'm proud to say I attended hunting camp this year. We camped all of about five miles up the road (which makes running home quite convenient, especially when you forget EVERYTHING). Doug gets the kids up around 4:30 and makes enough noise that I wake up and just happen to help him - even with my ear plugs in I still hear him. But its good that I get up to help because each kid has about a bazillion pieces of clothing and socks and shoes and gloves and hats.....and then has to go potty. They embark on their hunt and I go back to sleep. Its quite lovely. We then spend the rest of the day hanging out, reading, napping, and this year we took a trip over the mountain road to Leavenworth. We return and they head out again while I, the good wife that I am, prepare dinner......right after I return from running home to get all the ingredients. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4-FtI4II/AAAAAAAAiKU/_HzRUhooj4o/s1600/hunting+013.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4-FtI4II/AAAAAAAAiKU/_HzRUhooj4o/s400/hunting+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524079426025349250" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4v6rIWRI/AAAAAAAAiKM/WVJKl19WUwE/s1600/hunting+014.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4v6rIWRI/AAAAAAAAiKM/WVJKl19WUwE/s400/hunting+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524079182545967378" /></a><br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4-U_UCeI/AAAAAAAAiKc/oJEtS6_WJLk/s1600/hunting+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4-U_UCeI/AAAAAAAAiKc/oJEtS6_WJLk/s400/hunting+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524079430128110050" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4v7umjwI/AAAAAAAAiKE/DGbh_lvpAxM/s1600/hunting002.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4v7umjwI/AAAAAAAAiKE/DGbh_lvpAxM/s400/hunting002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524079182828965634" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4vuUQk2I/AAAAAAAAiJ8/1zxJXptr1Vo/s1600/hunting001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4vuUQk2I/AAAAAAAAiJ8/1zxJXptr1Vo/s400/hunting001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524079179228812130" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4vF-nf3I/AAAAAAAAiJ0/FIR3U6knsuo/s1600/hunting+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TKl4vF-nf3I/AAAAAAAAiJ0/FIR3U6knsuo/s400/hunting+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524079168400621426" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-87427528865340435292010-09-09T03:11:00.000-07:002010-09-09T03:59:54.299-07:00Farewell, SummerWe started the summer with the building of a chicken coop What was supposed to take a weekend took a good six weeks. That's how things go around here. <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/uM0C" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6odfksQBI/AAAAAAAAemk/XdDdGBltY-U/s512/DSC03678.jpg"></a><br />We watched some softball. Usually on a cold day.<a href="http://goo.gl/photos/SZMw" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-jnBIXpvGI/AAAAAAAAae0/sQemMY5TSt0/s512/DSC03372.jpg"></a><br />A little girl turned six. <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/7DGz" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6ovFvVIaI/AAAAAAAAgY0/0kpvj8MHz7Y/s512/DSC03672.JPG"></a><br />And a boy turned eight <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/uXib" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TERURtRwFfI/AAAAAAAAgXo/H9h6qmBCu5s/s512/de%20020.jpg"></a><br />Doug took the kids camping. I'm a high maintenance camper and do not sleep on the ground. One of the kids even said "mommy would have come with us if there would have been a road to bring the trailer." I'm glad I've made myself clear. <br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/wAnS" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TERUibVjwOI/AAAAAAAAgXE/5ppyWgh0ZNg/s512/de%20045.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/GBNs" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TERVD6iX57I/AAAAAAAAgYc/SMtrFUMTmCQ/s512/de%20091.jpg"></a><br />The kids participated in a Cowboy-themed VBS. Doug was one of the leaders, fondly known as "Rusty Nails." <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/i8w8" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TG8KLmyicDI/AAAAAAAAf7c/Crx4-nhOkMo/s512/None.jpg"></a><br />We hung out by the water. <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/Sdri" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6o5WpBrcI/AAAAAAAAgY8/Oo8DLSxp5CA/s512/DSC03681.JPG"></a><br />We went blueberry picking with the cousins. Nobody came home until their bucket was FULL! <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/MpYM" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6qAnJakLI/AAAAAAAAf5s/NjSC7jYrlw4/s512/None.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/qLUw" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6qWn3Vs3I/AAAAAAAAf6k/IlYSGaBlGnY/s512/None.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/i2Ef" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/THtcP3BVoPI/AAAAAAAAf5E/BBskMrFaPSA/s512/None.jpg"></a><br /><a href="http://goo.gl/photos/8ORN" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6qkQNkA3I/AAAAAAAAf60/CCJ2sEH5ujo/s512/None.jpg"></a><br />We played in the river (of course) <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/uVFE" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TF6qvkR6dvI/AAAAAAAAf7M/IJ1_kyUgQcs/s512/None.jpg"></a><br />And those chickens finally laid some eggs! <a href="http://goo.gl/photos/hgD6" imageanchor="1" style="clear:right;margin-bottom:1em;margin-left:1em"><img border="0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/TGRP2P2ymmI/AAAAAAAAey4/RNJSyLNmtjc/s512/de%20001.jpg"></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-45584825541065788852010-05-15T22:12:00.000-07:002010-10-03T23:58:51.901-07:00Look What She Can Do.Warning - these pictures suck. It was dusk and she was a moving target....<br /><br />A little bit of this <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-9_jlNogmI/AAAAAAAAa2c/N9QGTGMXCD8/s1600/DSC03565.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-9_jlNogmI/AAAAAAAAa2c/N9QGTGMXCD8/s400/DSC03565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471732321539883618" /></a><br />And a few of these<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S--EP3HBnuI/AAAAAAAAa20/O5S66A3ViL4/s1600/DSC03568.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S--EP3HBnuI/AAAAAAAAa20/O5S66A3ViL4/s400/DSC03568.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471737480304762594" /></a><br />Quickly turned into this<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S--EQUUfjYI/AAAAAAAAa28/dm0uVfYQg30/s1600/DSC03566.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S--EQUUfjYI/AAAAAAAAa28/dm0uVfYQg30/s400/DSC03566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471737488145878402" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-5904800512799611852010-05-15T21:53:00.000-07:002010-05-15T22:10:15.845-07:00This Little Girl<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-99CHchzvI/AAAAAAAAa2M/8Y4WBtsBenc/s1600/DSC03382.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-99CHchzvI/AAAAAAAAa2M/8Y4WBtsBenc/s400/DSC03382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471729547590356722" /></a><br />Just turned nineDelenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-20854957504431385612010-05-06T11:32:00.001-07:002010-05-06T11:49:14.384-07:00Just another day in the life<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MPC3bg5KI/AAAAAAAAaTc/60uk-zSKdl8/s1600/DSC03263.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MPC3bg5KI/AAAAAAAAaTc/60uk-zSKdl8/s400/DSC03263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230914471421090" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MOfUJ9muI/AAAAAAAAaTU/CuQ2gl4oJCY/s1600/Kids1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MOfUJ9muI/AAAAAAAAaTU/CuQ2gl4oJCY/s400/Kids1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468230303707142882" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MN8aZ_ANI/AAAAAAAAaTM/BLNQd0aDqI4/s1600/BrookeBike1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MN8aZ_ANI/AAAAAAAAaTM/BLNQd0aDqI4/s400/BrookeBike1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468229704089534674" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MN7UMBjJI/AAAAAAAAaS8/CZt-q6wxu6g/s1600/DSC03240.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MN7UMBjJI/AAAAAAAAaS8/CZt-q6wxu6g/s400/DSC03240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468229685240499346" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MN68eKztI/AAAAAAAAaS0/h3xAoMK8CIQ/s1600/brookeflower2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MN68eKztI/AAAAAAAAaS0/h3xAoMK8CIQ/s400/brookeflower2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468229678874152658" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MLwvHFIHI/AAAAAAAAaSs/J_1DKJqFvqk/s1600/DSC03244.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MLwvHFIHI/AAAAAAAAaSs/J_1DKJqFvqk/s400/DSC03244.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468227304465703026" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MLwIRITLI/AAAAAAAAaSk/gfJ54bFzEFs/s1600/MadBike3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MLwIRITLI/AAAAAAAAaSk/gfJ54bFzEFs/s400/MadBike3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468227294038871218" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MLvoWkJBI/AAAAAAAAaSc/2kjLi487Tmg/s1600/Brookebike.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S-MLvoWkJBI/AAAAAAAAaSc/2kjLi487Tmg/s400/Brookebike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468227285471732754" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-43199754081583231732010-04-29T22:03:00.000-07:002010-04-29T22:15:30.192-07:00Was that supposed to hurt?I decided today I really love Versed and Demerol. Together. With a splash of nitrous oxide. Ahhh. I found my happy place. <br /><br />I went in this morning to have my wisdom teeth removed. I've spent the past two weeks hearing EVERYONE'S horror stories of how they couldn't eat for three weeks, the pain kept them up for two days straight, vomiting, spitting up blood, dry socket, infection, swollen faces....etc, etc, etc. My insurance agent even told me her story. <br /><br />The worst part of this entire experience was working the night shift last night and being REALLY hungry because I didn't want to eat, then aspirate and die in a dentist office. Besides, my friend from nursing school was giving me the anesthesia and she'd feel really bad if she killed me. Which would make me feel bad. Even though I'd be dead. But back to the story. <br /><br />Three teeth removed (thank you, Jesus, for only giving me three), home to sleep, then up this evening and feeling AWESOME. I think the infection I had in my mouth last week was WAY worse than this. A little Vicodin and ibuprofen, and I'm good to go.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-1025491791249845012010-03-21T15:54:00.000-07:002010-03-21T16:21:40.020-07:00Treehouses<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6am3LFd0TI/AAAAAAAAYX8/aev7FuFp3l0/s1600-h/DSC02982.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6am3LFd0TI/AAAAAAAAYX8/aev7FuFp3l0/s400/DSC02982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451227865777295666" /></a><br />We found a fun craft to do from Family Fun magazine. We built treehouses. This was So. Much. Fun! I bought what I thought to be a big bag of balsa wood and a bag of tongue depressors to go with what I thought was a ton of hot glue. We gathered the sticks for the "trees" and drilled a little hole in some scrap wood and then started gluing. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6am2wkuY3I/AAAAAAAAYX0/SIkpIwqnDmk/s1600-h/DSC02972.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6am2wkuY3I/AAAAAAAAYX0/SIkpIwqnDmk/s400/DSC02972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451227858660647794" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6am2DH0_SI/AAAAAAAAYXs/wsQ-oaslIHs/s1600-h/DSC02975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6am2DH0_SI/AAAAAAAAYXs/wsQ-oaslIHs/s400/DSC02975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451227846459850018" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6alm673eRI/AAAAAAAAYXU/5AhAAzoj5KM/s1600-h/DSC02970.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6alm673eRI/AAAAAAAAYXU/5AhAAzoj5KM/s400/DSC02970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451226487052531986" /></a> I'll admit it - its probably more my dream than my kids to have a tree house, but they're getting one anyway. I had to build a life-like model (above) so Doug knows what to build here (below). Notice the little man in the picture shooting the turkey. That was an addition from the son. But it fits around here. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6aln9_gTSI/AAAAAAAAYXk/xJNQ1kxAbpU/s1600-h/DSC02983.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S6aln9_gTSI/AAAAAAAAYXk/xJNQ1kxAbpU/s400/DSC02983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451226505052966178" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-92125411547840541902010-03-20T20:25:00.000-07:002010-03-20T20:42:22.187-07:00Character FlawsNot proud of this one. Just keepin' it real. <br /><br />I laugh at people's pain. That's not true. I laugh at the situations that cause people's pain. I like to think of it as "seeing the humor in every situation." My husband disagrees. <br /><br />So today, pretending I worked at Supercuts, I was cutting Ty's hair. I'm no pro but I can get by. Don't know what happened <em>exactly</em>, but suddenly there was what I like to call a "haircut malfunction," a rather short spot on the side of his head. I've seen much worse, but this was definitely a "don't go in public without a hat" kind of mistake. I gasped and then started giggling. And then started laughing. Poor Ty had a very nervous look on his face. But I couldn't control the laughter. Doug walked in and bopped me on the head for making such a TERRIBLE (and I do mean terrible) mistake. (for the record, don't take "bopped" too seriously). <br /><br />All morning I giggled about the mistake and I DON'T KNOW WHY!!!! Why must I laugh at things like that!!!! Or when Doug was violently ill and barely made it home before he was hurling in the bushes outside our house. He vomits so barbarically I was certain I saw the neighbors peeking through their curtains. Naturally, I started laughing. To the point of being unable to help him because I couldn't stand up.<br /><br />And then there was the time I was in a dark theater with my sister, sister-in-law and my brother who had stepped out for a moment. When he returned, the three of us girls watched as he walked past us to the seats a few rows down, through the three "strangers" and sat down next to them before he realized they weren't us. (He claims its because he didn't have his glasses. Seriously?) We all started giggling. And giggling. And giggling. You know the serious part of Mrs. Doubtfire when Robbin Williams gets his kids taken away? Yeah, that's when it happened. We were laughing soooo hard, tears were streaming down our faces, the kind of stifled giggle that sounds like a cry - which was probably a good thing. I think we may have heard a "pipe down up there" from somewhere in the theater. I'm still laughing about it now. <br /><br />I would tell more, but I've got to take Ty into town for some repair work.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-31080997454536240722010-02-21T20:39:00.000-08:002010-02-28T21:45:06.386-08:00A day in the lifeTy's To-Do list earlier this week:<br />1. Do schoolwork<br />2. Throw the Frisbee for the dog<br />3. Ride the motorcycle or my bike<br />4. Shoot my gun<br />5. Play on the swing<br />6. Make my bed<br /><br /><br />As he was taking care of #4,Aspen (the niece) was out with him. I would tell her to stand behind Ty when he has the gun, so that's exactly what she did. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S4tTT2xZKMI/AAAAAAAAXpo/DkLCJENkxxs/s1600-h/dle+154.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S4tTT2xZKMI/AAAAAAAAXpo/DkLCJENkxxs/s400/dle+154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443536175192680642" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S4tTTRYCd8I/AAAAAAAAXpg/xkoZoIlZLzU/s1600-h/dle+150.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S4tTTRYCd8I/AAAAAAAAXpg/xkoZoIlZLzU/s400/dle+150.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443536165154224066" /></a><br />Brooklyn had to get in on the fun, too. Every girl should know how to shoot. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S4tTUIu7GqI/AAAAAAAAXpw/HnAmZy_J48A/s1600-h/dle+164.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/S4tTUIu7GqI/AAAAAAAAXpw/HnAmZy_J48A/s400/dle+164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443536180014160546" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-33613556441918897342010-02-15T19:08:00.000-08:002010-02-15T19:29:03.381-08:00So SleeeepyI just want to curl up and go to bed. Must. Outlast. Children....<br /><br />I started back to work a couple months ago. It was meant to be very part time, and it is, but even that part time sometimes is too much. They called me in two nights ago so I agreed to go in from 7 pm to 1:30 am, which means I'm home by 2 and wound-down by 3. And then up again WAAAAAAY too early. I'm still feeling it. So I went back to bed this morning. Doug came in to take a nap at about 8 am and I actually yelled at him to get out of the bed. What a mean wife I am. I mean, it wasn't a really loud yell or anything, but I made it clear in no uncertain terms that he would not be napping next to me and trying to warm up his cold feet on my legs this morning. He left. And I snored on. <br /><br />We headed up the road to ski today. Ski on ice. It totally sucked. We ended up ditching the skis and hiking. The kids of course all had to pee, the dog was falling <em>down</em> the rocks, the kids were climbing <em>up</em> the rocks, "can I play in the puddle," "I'm hungry," "where's the water," until we turned around to head back. We could STILL SEE THE CAR when we turned around! That's how far we made it. <br /> <br />After that I drove the 30 minutes to town to do two lessons as all the other students cancelled for President's Day. Oh, and apparently one of the students I drove in for was cancelling, too. I just didn't know about it. :) <br /><br />And then there were the playdates. My girls are friends with another family's girls, and they play soooo well together. The playdates are few and far between, so they are quite welcome when they come around. And since I was headed to town today, it was the perfect opportunity. And because they happen too infrequently, I seem to forget the after-the-playdate attitude. I was reminded this evening at dinner. <br /><br />Wow, this post seems so crabby. Just tired. Bedtime will be not a second later than 8 pm tonight. I can do it!!!Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-37252527519249569432010-01-16T08:07:00.000-08:002010-01-16T08:22:23.140-08:00More Good News/Bad News<strong>The Good News:</strong> On Wednesday morning I bounded out of bed, up and at 'em around 6ish, ready to greet the day.<br /><strong>The Bad News:</strong> I had an 8 am dentist appointment, meaning I had to leave at 7:15 to be guaranteed to be there on time. <br /><strong>The Good News:</strong> No wait in the waiting room. (But I must make a note there were so many people in the dentist office at 8 am. The place was packed! Who does that?)<br /><strong>The Bad News:</strong> Three fillings. <br /><strong>The Good News:</strong> My dentist is amazingly cool. <br /><strong>The Bad News: </strong>I pay for his amazing coolness. I pay dearly. <br /><strong>The Good News:</strong> I mentioned to him I was planning on piercing my nose that afternoon. So he said he could give me a long lasting anesthetic that would deaden my nose for hours. <br /><strong>The Bad News:</strong> I spent the rest of the day looking like a stroke patient. And I could barely drink my latte because I couldn't close my mouth around the straw. And I had lots of errands to run. <br /><strong>The Good News:</strong> My face was numb until I went to bed that night. <br /><strong>The Bad News:</strong> I still felt every. cubic. millimeter. of that HUGE needle. All the way through. It hurt like H-E-double hockey sticks.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-20566284158035974942009-12-10T19:43:00.000-08:002009-12-10T19:47:40.071-08:00Poor JosephToday the Nativity Scene made its debut. Brooklyn was in charge of Joseph, Mary, baby Jesus and a donkey. I looked over to see Joseph, lying supine. <br /><br />"What's wrong with Joseph" I ask. <br />"He's dead."<br />"How did he die?" (The long journey to Bethlehem, living with animals, killed by the inn-keeper. What could it be?)<br />"He got a really bad flu....."<br /><br />Okay. <br /><br />I guess he should have washed his hands better. And, darn it, if he wasn't feeling well, he should have stayed home!Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-54184080316377964292009-11-23T18:53:00.000-08:002009-11-23T19:06:35.108-08:00My son's obsessive compulsive disorderHis entire life, Ty has gone through phases of rather strange compulsions. For awhile he would sniff his fingers whenever he touched ANYTHING! He'd grab his cereal spoon and then sniff his fingers. Scratch his arm and sniff his fingers. It was odd. <br /><br />Thankfully that stage is gone. Onto another. Today we noticed him doing a little hoot....."who, who...." Not like an owl. More like a very airy, loud whistle. We think he's trying to mimic an animal call of some sort. The boys haven't been hunting owls, so we're not quite sure what it is. Here's a snippet of our dinner.<br /><br />"On Madagascar the penguin says (blah, blah, blah)....who...."<br />"Lets put flames on it. ...who....." <br />"I like this dinner, mommy.....who, who....."<br /><br />He wont stop. But he doesn't even realize he's doing it. We've pointed it out and he says "What?.....who" <br /><br />By the end of dinner Doug and I were cracking up but trying to not show it as to avoid giving the poor son a complex. So we'll just ride this one out....who.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-9118360996046216582009-11-17T14:29:00.001-08:002009-11-17T14:41:07.928-08:00Yesterday's Puppet ShowTickets were made and handed out. <br />Chairs dragged into the kitchen and set up in rows. <br />Puppets ready.<br />On with the show!<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SwMk-F8DjRI/AAAAAAAAP54/x5xENGinzWQ/s1600/dle+051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SwMk-F8DjRI/AAAAAAAAP54/x5xENGinzWQ/s400/dle+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405204626939284754" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SwMk91aTMxI/AAAAAAAAP5w/4YTMAvhcOiY/s1600/dle+048.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SwMk91aTMxI/AAAAAAAAP5w/4YTMAvhcOiY/s400/dle+048.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405204622502736658" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-75097824630079004992009-11-12T21:04:00.000-08:002009-11-12T21:15:49.995-08:00Last Saturday's DateTwo really cool neighbors who don't have kids. <br />A trip to dinner and a hockey game with said neighbors. <br />One suburban. <br />One apparently very expensive earring falling from cool neighbor's ear.<br />Falling down, down into the abyss of "THE SEAT." You know the kind. The seat where the kids usually sit.....<br />One super cool neighbor digging frantically to find earring. <br />Two super cool neighbors now looking for earring in the dark. <br />One car owner who isn't too mortified since she recently cleaned the car. <br />One super cool neighbor who flips up seat in search of wife's earring. <br />One super cool neighbor who unveils a secret compartment in the seat, hidden by a closure that one husband and wife never knew existed. <br />And had never cleaned. <br />Ever. <br />Because they didn't know it was there. <br />One unwrapped peppermint patty, approximately 23 crayons, 12 army men, the equivalent of seven packs of granola bars all in crumbs, 37 cents, a napkin, 17 french fries, the head of a barbie,and one shiny, silver earring. <br />Five days since date and two super cool neighbors probably still scrubbing under their fingernails.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-62265583376650626882009-11-09T12:30:00.000-08:002009-11-09T13:07:37.932-08:00Just wandering around on the island out back. I believe the kids were looking for a salmon carcass they had found earlier. I opted just to take some pictures. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Svh9dahWw-I/AAAAAAAAPf4/Pr2oQIK2_Cw/s1600-h/dle+178.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Svh9dahWw-I/AAAAAAAAPf4/Pr2oQIK2_Cw/s400/dle+178.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402205697319814114" /></a>Someone taught them the "nanoo-nanoo" thing. <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Svh9dmBJLTI/AAAAAAAAPgA/aVUt0RzgeOg/s1600-h/dle+066.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Svh9dmBJLTI/AAAAAAAAPgA/aVUt0RzgeOg/s400/dle+066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402205700405931314" /></a>A beautiful fall day.<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Svh9c_myHpI/AAAAAAAAPfw/R 50ZvUXG8c/s1600-h/dle+158.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Svh9c_myHpI/AAAAAAAAPfw/RM50ZvUXG8c/s400/dle+158.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402205690094821010" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-37900201812363810352009-10-15T16:46:00.001-07:002009-10-15T17:00:31.944-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Ste3WvXSv5I/AAAAAAAAOt4/bKLZekl0fFE/s1600-h/dle+001.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Ste3WvXSv5I/AAAAAAAAOt4/bKLZekl0fFE/s400/dle+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392980680098627474" /></a><br />Trying to find the right blue for my bathroom, which is currently the wrong blue. And it may not even be so much the wrong blue, but I can't find the paint to cover a patch we made. I think I gave it away. Oh well. A good excuse for a makeover. <br /><br />I decided to be adventurous and let the kids help. I wish it wasn't so stressful to see three of them with paint brushes, but stressful it is. I remember stopping by a friend's home last year, and her 8 or 10-year-old was carrying around a red plastic cup filled with paint and a paintbrush, doing touchups on all the walls. I don't know how she did it. <br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Ste3XHepXPI/AAAAAAAAOuA/s0Zwt0Xc794/s1600-h/dle+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/Ste3XHepXPI/AAAAAAAAOuA/s0Zwt0Xc794/s400/dle+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392980686571920626" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-5671778284695634622009-10-15T16:31:00.001-07:002009-10-15T16:45:13.912-07:00A few squares to share<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StezhCHSKBI/AAAAAAAAOto/o4TsuZrQ1IE/s1600-h/dle+016.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StezhCHSKBI/AAAAAAAAOto/o4TsuZrQ1IE/s400/dle+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392976458883934226" /></a><br />A couple of still-not-so-well kids mixed with some very cool, rainy fall weather made for a great day to try some sewing with Brooklyn. She picked some material a few weeks ago and I just haven't taken the time to cut out a few measly squares. But today was the day. <br /><br />Brooklyn rummaged through the scraps and found some great pieces. Then she ironed the material. I marked the squares. She cut them out. And then I stood over her at the sewing machine and grabbed the material every time it started to go crooked. And then I remembered the its her quilt and she will the learn how to sew a straight line the same way everyone else does. So I backed away. Until I saw the material going crooked. I just couldn't help myself! But I will say that it looks mighty fine.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-85336003701119635242009-10-09T23:57:00.000-07:002009-10-10T00:40:46.502-07:00Its been a little busy around hereIts not that I've been doing nothing blog-worthy. Quite the opposite. We're just keeping too busy for me to find the time to sit down and write about all of it. We've been doing more for school than any year before, the kids are swimming again two nights a week, and I've started teaching piano lessons three days/week. Add to that a steelhead season that has captured Doug. <br /><br />I've been busy making these massively adorable bibs and others just as cute. <a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA3ND5pZdI/AAAAAAAAOgA/-Mt5lyfwXD8/s1600-h/dle+003.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA3ND5pZdI/AAAAAAAAOgA/-Mt5lyfwXD8/s400/dle+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390869451487405522" /></a><br /><br />Catching one of these<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA0bAAxOCI/AAAAAAAAOf4/rbbqfRRhZQk/s1600-h/dle+006.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA0bAAxOCI/AAAAAAAAOf4/rbbqfRRhZQk/s400/dle+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390866392426821666" /></a><br /><br />Building a couple of teepees for a pow wow<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA3Nm0nJiI/AAAAAAAAOgI/cPMM0CBZ_Bw/s1600-h/dle+010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA3Nm0nJiI/AAAAAAAAOgI/cPMM0CBZ_Bw/s400/dle+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390869460861527586" /></a><br /><br />And sewing like crazy creating these super cute outfits.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA0ZRcur-I/AAAAAAAAOfg/Bo_rb1x11sw/s1600-h/dle+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/StA0ZRcur-I/AAAAAAAAOfg/Bo_rb1x11sw/s400/dle+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390866362747760610" /></a><br /><br />Looking forward to this weekend.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-28190273656526268582009-10-05T21:01:00.000-07:002009-10-05T21:04:44.786-07:00A new version of Angels, We have heard on highI overheard the kids singing some Christmas songs from the upcoming Christmas production. It went a little like this....<br /><br />"Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooooria....How does it go? Oh, yeah. In a shellfish stable....Glo-ooo-ooo-ooo-ooooria." <br /><br />"Yeah, that's it!"Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-49820730307088836202009-09-18T17:31:00.000-07:002009-09-18T17:33:25.864-07:00May I have your attention pleaseAfter a good four month respite, Brooklyn is posting again. Check it out on her blog.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-30963084518026955262009-09-11T16:26:00.000-07:002009-09-11T17:23:36.808-07:00I Saw Three Ships Go Sailing By...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreHJspVrI/AAAAAAAANYA/wiUvbu0Ty60/s1600-h/dle+011.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreHJspVrI/AAAAAAAANYA/wiUvbu0Ty60/s400/dle+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380356919291106994" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreH8BavJI/AAAAAAAANYI/WM9vldvlZwU/s1600-h/dle+015.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreH8BavJI/AAAAAAAANYI/WM9vldvlZwU/s400/dle+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380356932800003218" /></a><br />Today we set sail on the Nina, the Pinta and the Santa Maria. We're studying Columbus this week so the activity was to make some ships. The kids found wood that would float and then widdled some holes for the mast and decorated some sails. We originally secured the masts with hot wax. When that failed on one, we used Gorilla Glue. And when the wax broke on another ship today, we stopped by Walmart and bought some bubble gum. Worked like a charm. We had to go to Lake Chelan today so we stopped by to see if the ships could handle a long journey. They would have been fine if there were no jet boats on Lake Chelan. We lost a sail and capsized the Nina. <br /><br />And then off to the playground. <br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreI_zYRYI/AAAAAAAANYY/YyHzIKtmrRI/s1600-h/dle+028a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreI_zYRYI/AAAAAAAANYY/YyHzIKtmrRI/s400/dle+028a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380356950994732418" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreISj89gI/AAAAAAAANYQ/WqzZw50qfQc/s1600-h/dle+023.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqreISj89gI/AAAAAAAANYQ/WqzZw50qfQc/s400/dle+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380356938850432514" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrfcjryVxI/AAAAAAAANYw/KJmKT7aNAAI/s1600-h/dle+049.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrfcjryVxI/AAAAAAAANYw/KJmKT7aNAAI/s400/dle+049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380358386555705106" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrfcH9bIrI/AAAAAAAANYo/GcZAkh42cW4/s1600-h/dle+045.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrfcH9bIrI/AAAAAAAANYo/GcZAkh42cW4/s400/dle+045.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380358379113489074" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrfbUSdQ_I/AAAAAAAANYg/TxYvN86xUWc/s1600-h/dle+036.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrfbUSdQ_I/AAAAAAAANYg/TxYvN86xUWc/s400/dle+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380358365243065330" /></a>The kids wanted to try again to sail the ships from one of the docks. Ty let his boat go and it got too far out. The girls were kind enough to do a rescue mission and retrieve the Santa Maria. Not that they minded too much. <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrgAQvP9kI/AAAAAAAANY4/QEF6UR3e1wI/s1600-h/dle+051.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Qy-kOolT0-4/SqrgAQvP9kI/AAAAAAAANY4/QEF6UR3e1wI/s400/dle+051.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380358999945246274" /></a>Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-69077262597054430592009-09-03T12:21:00.000-07:002009-09-03T12:22:58.420-07:00A note I received today from my pastor.I laughed so hard and so long my stomach hurt. Really. I was still laughing hours after this happened yesterday. <br />I heard a noise outside my office. It was Ty. He was trying to get in all the glass doors, which were locked. He was definitely in a hurry. Then he looked around, and decided just to go ahead and pee right next to the building. <br />What he didn't know it was right under my office window. I went into Traci's office and said - "you're not going to believe this - take a look." We opened the blinds and were chuckling when all of a sudden Ty looks up, directly at me - perfect eye contact. I wish I could describe the look on his face. SHEER PANIC! He realized he was peeing outside my office window and the pastor was watching him from the window. LOL <br />Our eyes locked momentarily, his facial expression would have won us the grand prize on America's Funniest Videos - and then he was off like a world class sprinter! Traci and I laughed and laughed and laughed. I bet he was so scared - wondering what I was going to do. But hey - what is there to do - he's a boy and I can relate. Sometimes if I drink too much coffee and I'm heading over the pass - I have to find a tree myself. <br />It's just when a boy gets older, he gets more discreet and you make sure you aren't standing in front of someone's window. Just had to share one of the most memorable pastoral moments I've had - thanks to your boy. LOL <br />Sometimes I wish I would have started writing a book about 20 years ago when I became pastor. So many funny things have happened. Love you, Doug and your family. Thanks for being part of WFA and thanks for letting me share this funny story. Pastor JerryDelenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8145264842537274229.post-42275359717059884962009-08-27T08:16:00.000-07:002009-08-27T08:41:41.235-07:0010 Years of Wedded BlissTonight at approximately 7:45 I will have been married for 3,652 days.<br />That's 219,120 minutes. <br />Or 13,147,200 seconds. <br /><s>Nothing but</s> mostly pure happiness.<br />This includes but is not limited to:<br />Three awesome kids<br />Five houses<br />Six cars<br />7 nieces and nephews<br />18 pets - three dogs, three cats, six ducks, five chickens and a goose<br />21 acquired in-laws<br />42 camping trips<br />365 days in jail with 364 suspended (Just kidding. Needed a filler)<br />Approximately 350,000 miles driven mostly together<br />Many, many horrible dinners that were gratefully eaten<br />Hundreds of naps together<br />Thousands of kisses<br />Millions of kind words (and a few not-so-kind)<br />And tons of fun. The funny thing is that 13,186,800 seconds ago I thought I really loved him. Ha! Who knew I could love him even more. So, to the one who NEVER reads my blog, I love you! Happy Anniversary.Delenahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10658841003529839926noreply@blogger.com9