tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68059416450512981822024-03-19T03:04:28.794-06:00COOK CREWJAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.comBlogger234125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-49768747867698280022012-03-14T12:37:00.000-06:002012-03-14T12:37:45.137-06:00LONG TIME....Hello firiends, fam and fellow bloggers!!!<br />
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It has been almost a year since I have been on the blog...I lost interest for a while, but I decided it would be good to write, even a little bit every day....as sort of a way of keeping track of everything.<br />
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So, to update the last SEVERAL MONTHS...<br />
I got home from my major vacation, I am now 26 weeks pregnant with a baby boy. Andy has been in Headstart preschool program that has really helped her. Rodda is now 2 years old, and acts that part very well.<br />
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Steve is getting ready for the BIGGEST test in medical school right now....STEP 1, and it has taken its toll on our fam. I am juggling Rodda and my mulitple weekly doc appointments right now. We are still getting use to being away from fam in a "foreign" land, but we are starting to get the hang of things ( only took 2 years).<br />
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Excited to keep updating this thing! Keep smilen!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-52217252589749509872011-07-21T12:03:00.000-06:002011-07-21T12:03:52.458-06:00Start up Summer!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My summer started on June 1st when I loaded up my gals and headed to San Antonio. Since then, I have been to Arizona, St. George, Manti, Salt Lake, and am now currently in Oregon (refer to pic below)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P7A79NEUyyJoxR16S73hMH1jAqoT2JEtNgj6UaOYYfvEhHilg_Dg-M7qxPOTVP31bgiXOBwGUik3QTzOa394TcHzuLI8gvZb-g8bSz-fH_8XObjdkfVgziUxeek8LK3_rv6wM-5Ij0w/s1600/oregon+fam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1P7A79NEUyyJoxR16S73hMH1jAqoT2JEtNgj6UaOYYfvEhHilg_Dg-M7qxPOTVP31bgiXOBwGUik3QTzOa394TcHzuLI8gvZb-g8bSz-fH_8XObjdkfVgziUxeek8LK3_rv6wM-5Ij0w/s320/oregon+fam.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div>Still have yet to go to Disneyland, and Fresno before we head on our way back. It has been a never-ending, never forgetting, eventful adventure packed packed full of surprises!<br />
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I could not even begin to describe what this summer has done and continues to do for me. I have been able to reconnect with people and discover things about myself and how I work as well. <br />
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I have seen lots of family and friends and cherished every moment. I know I have not been on this blog for forever...such is my crazy life and lack of internet. But, I still intend to keep it up every now and then, for my own sake.<br />
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I am so grateful for opportunities that have opened up and the many people who have made this summer one to remember!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-77896057385186317612011-05-07T15:27:00.001-06:002011-05-07T15:27:39.585-06:00The best kind of testimony I took my 2 gals with me to our special "WIC" appointment...Without too many details, let me just say, these are LONG, very LONG, and you meet lots of "interesting" people while waiting ( I am prob one of those people).<br />
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I brought things for the girls to do while we waiting ( been through the process before and learned the first time, the hard way)...and after about an hour, I was almost DONE myself...but we had to keep waiting.<br />
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Then, this lady came and sat in one of the seats behind us...and, for some reason, Andy went right up to her. She just started chatting, my little gal who is afraid of everything and has to warm up to the idea of anything.<br />
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I then heard her tell the lady " I love my family...and we are a good family and I LOVE that we will be together forever."<br />
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Something came over me at that moment. I, of course, started to tear up a little bit, but I know that my gal had spoken truth and spoken with the spirit and the lady she told it to knew it too. We both teared up, and she said that was about the best thing she has ever heard someone say ( my thoughts exactly).<br />
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My daughter taught me so much that day, as every day, things hard to explain. She showed me her testimony, but also showed me how easy it is to be a missionary, and how we should NOT be afraid to do that. <br />
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I only hope I can be like her...JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-74381890133971621862011-04-24T14:52:00.005-06:002011-04-24T14:57:44.440-06:00Why EASTER is TRULY my FAVORITE HOLIDAYI will be honest...Easter wasn't ALWAYS my favorite. I always enjoyed the holiday very much, but it wasn't necessarily my TOP pick. Now, there is no doubt it is my favorite holiday (yes, even more than Christmas, but Christmas is a close second)...<br />
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I think it started the year I moved to Arizona (a BIG year for me) and was an ANGEL in the <a href="http://easterpageant.org/">Church of Jesus Christ EASTER PAGEANT</a> . I had never even seen the pageant before, had no idea what I was getting into, but unless you are in the pageant, you don't realize just how much goes into it, and the spirit that goes behind every single moment of it! <br />
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The pageant changed the way I viewed Easter forever, and I ALWAYS think about it whenever Easter is around. I love that the holiday is all about the Saviour and that HE LIVES! <br />
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There is also something about the less pressure/less stress of EASTER that I find refreshing. It is commercialized, yes, but not quite as much as some other holidays I feel. It is because of that, I feel that it is easier to focus on the right things of EASTER. <br />
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Easter also is in the spring, the BEST time of year in my opinion. I just LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE EASTER!<br />
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I love the way I feel during Easter, and I love all the wonderful messages that come out during EASTER! I hope we all get to take advantage of , to me, what is the BEST time of year!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-3144749271265657412011-03-06T14:28:00.000-07:002011-03-06T14:28:14.172-07:00Mardi Gras, 2011!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmx4Ht3MutlJ5smVDBFg5lE_20ezedMrwCh2w7LImvxTIg22LF7yITNTFy69LFBJtlj8nKnCNyGOIgm5jsTiXGpndD2Cp0HsEq3oEu7iYmWjZ5Z-qgOMBgNslkDAToJ0wX-veGnV0ncyM/s1600/IMG_1658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmx4Ht3MutlJ5smVDBFg5lE_20ezedMrwCh2w7LImvxTIg22LF7yITNTFy69LFBJtlj8nKnCNyGOIgm5jsTiXGpndD2Cp0HsEq3oEu7iYmWjZ5Z-qgOMBgNslkDAToJ0wX-veGnV0ncyM/s400/IMG_1658.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> It is March In New Orleans, which can only mean one thing..MARDI GRAS!!! Awesome, crazy and wild are just a few of the words I am using to describe it!<br />
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I am not exactly sure why I take so long to adjust to knew roles and changes in my life...I actually like change, I think it is good for us, and necessary. So why then, can't I ever just get into a new rhythm and flow.<br />
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I just don't know. Maybe that is really why I haven't blogged at all ( doesn't explain my lack of picture taking for my second oldest)...I am hoping I can get out of my funk and back into a newer, better rhythm...<br />
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HERE's to hoping....JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-46517093981807896372011-01-18T09:25:00.001-07:002011-01-18T09:27:33.733-07:00MIckey Mouse is Truly the BEST!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dysl1bH0LDcXJigD5rh0YZDav79-FPYwPtQv9AeBX8s2gvo8iTlltreWLEIlM4KChWW0dHdFByQC2XSeq5tWA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We had the wonderful blessing and privelage to be able to go to disneyworld over Christmas (apparently the absolute busiest time of year...only blackout days for military), and ANDY has this obsession with Micky Mouse....As soon as we saw him, our life was complete.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5IFWlNKrFD4rgEr_npk-TkXhD1pA0wVjxjPmz49fPNRmSS_4XMJGnb3Z_UDLIOdSeqy4JWOeGdKV3bKgbCeqHmmzdAzsuvfk6gWLZ1_5YlYRWrD7a-Z7k5ecOUShhXaA68Yx5P0_6YCE/s400/IMG_1518.JPG" width="400" /></div> This was the very first thing that we did at disnworld. Totally worth the hour and a half wait...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJ1MQz5SHxcvLxJAAblMXMbJU4PjSELSp3RQF75G2iozi6aianWYazEFzztSHBhRTLJjEVkxEYmRUQnRmNbnDhR1S24aRVp5uB68F4awiYNRCEQoL2zs1uTQkpDhJTC3Z4SZEMNle8tA/s1600/IMG_1521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJ1MQz5SHxcvLxJAAblMXMbJU4PjSELSp3RQF75G2iozi6aianWYazEFzztSHBhRTLJjEVkxEYmRUQnRmNbnDhR1S24aRVp5uB68F4awiYNRCEQoL2zs1uTQkpDhJTC3Z4SZEMNle8tA/s400/IMG_1521.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Andy has met several "characters" in her day, but has always been afraid of them! She usually just stands by them for a pic, and cries after. This guy she ran right to, hugged him, and couldn't get enough. I actually started crying!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-34409910077234043722010-12-07T09:13:00.000-07:002010-12-07T09:13:35.693-07:00Insecatrium!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ676wl5wLuLPevIVB0mqZVwE7XtTjHeQXsWrGhlmOLMCgyZVe7nF1jXS_L-Ozg2Vn8_KZFQp7QxbZtdQZ-xYXmK69hjoiHB9zp4QsYKa7iAfrobJnr3__Kq7OzYbiSSpnYiV22ghMF7o/s1600/IMG_1432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ676wl5wLuLPevIVB0mqZVwE7XtTjHeQXsWrGhlmOLMCgyZVe7nF1jXS_L-Ozg2Vn8_KZFQp7QxbZtdQZ-xYXmK69hjoiHB9zp4QsYKa7iAfrobJnr3__Kq7OzYbiSSpnYiV22ghMF7o/s320/IMG_1432.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Umm yeah, we have passes to go to all the cool kid attractions in NEW ORLEANS. Including the BUG PLACE. So, I thought I would post pics froma few months ago when we were within walking distance of everything..<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEzJSj7GDYvPFYk5-Nd6wQIGVIA3lSbr5vPZeMTjdMY2z66yQEJSKiov6aOjHdWhR-OAA8p-MC_jfRxJhZ6NEgaDm3OTce6MaIuSko-3I9uHz0CeQVJeKKtNcQjxlbq6srJm0vpn8ObI/s1600/IMG_1434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvEzJSj7GDYvPFYk5-Nd6wQIGVIA3lSbr5vPZeMTjdMY2z66yQEJSKiov6aOjHdWhR-OAA8p-MC_jfRxJhZ6NEgaDm3OTce6MaIuSko-3I9uHz0CeQVJeKKtNcQjxlbq6srJm0vpn8ObI/s320/IMG_1434.JPG" width="240" /></a></div> Yeah, you can dip the bees and aunts in chocolate. I was alone with the gals, no witnesses, so I had to take a pic<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4OmSLjjFtsGgfX6o537gG6n3C5-5dzEZeKA2vxQhWrzR_b2L8Fu0PqgAUxymYm2piS_EWC6rH09z3uZ6y5tTApCrVWXnsSgCzAYg8gtjDRKc25RF3vRgzMe_kaN6rScjTNczoITDYI-w/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4OmSLjjFtsGgfX6o537gG6n3C5-5dzEZeKA2vxQhWrzR_b2L8Fu0PqgAUxymYm2piS_EWC6rH09z3uZ6y5tTApCrVWXnsSgCzAYg8gtjDRKc25RF3vRgzMe_kaN6rScjTNczoITDYI-w/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" width="320" /></a></div> Andy loved the whole thing, it really was so much fun!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is how one of our "one bedroom rooms looked</td></tr>
</tbody></table> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> I miss blogging...I miss updating my life and keeping track of everything...I miss people commenting on everything. I could have updated my blog, I am not sure exactly why I used "life" as an excuse, but I am back to my blog in full swing.</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div> <div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> It is official though--<strong>WE SPENT 3 MONTHS IN A HOTEL</strong>---now we are out, in the most amazing place!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Since we were , in fact, in the hotel, for so long, and I am not going to be able to recount everything , yet I still want a "document" of our time spent there....I am writing a brief summary of our stay below"---<br />
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--We checked in our "time share" on July 21st 2010, and checked out Oct 25th 2010. Throughout our stay there, for the first little bit, we switched rooms every couple of days (from a one bedroom to a two bedroom, to a studio, etc). Due to the nature we arranged things, that is how it had to be done. <br />
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</div> The hotel would not allow you to use those bug carts yourself to "haul" things, and we couldn't afford t o pay someone to carry everything ( kind of defeats the whole point of saving money in a hotel). One day when we moved rooms, it took me over three hours to haul our girls back and forth with all of our stuff ( that was a day they just let us transfer rooms, we weren't always so lucky).<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Another layout of a different room...Some were set up much better than others, we got so many different layouts)</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> The hotel had a fridge, and microwave. Sometimes we were lucky to have an oven in a room, but it wasn't always guarantee. Because of the location of the hotel, right downtown, it wasn't a "drive up and park your car kind of place. You either paid the valet $26 a day, or parked yourself with a deal we worked out for $200 a month. This means you would have to walk about fifteen minutes away, and navigate through the very slim one way streets. </div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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That part was hard as well. I could never anticipate how long everything would take me, especially when it came to groceries. Let's just say, I got my workout--literally lost a few pounds having to walk to the different places just to get the car.<br />
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While in the hotel we were centrally located e children's museum, about a ten minute walk, so we went there two or three times a week. <br />
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At first we thought the hotel staff really disliked our situation since we technically did live there ( we called it our hotel house so Andy could feel like she still had some sense of a home, as she slept on her "couch bed). They were always a little put off, but then we came to realize that is the mentality here...No customer service exists in Louisiana anywhere--something I am still getting use to.<br />
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<div style="text-align: left;">Now we have officially moved onto the Navy base in a four bedroom ( the only unit they had available for us) amazing place ( larget place I have lived as an adult, period). We have a backyard, a study, we are loving life. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"> We are so grateful for the money we saved in the hotel (don't get me started on the cost of living here) and to my inlaws for helpin us with that. A part of us really enjoyed that time...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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I still have yet to update on life in New Orleans, or "life in a hotel" I should say ( at least until Oct. 25th). On Aug. 21st I ventured to Oregon to visit with all my family and be here for my brother "nate's" wedding. Well, after being a here a bit, we decided it might be good to have a home setting for a bit and be around family ( don't know if will be coming back to OREGON for a few years) while we can...<br />
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So now, four weeks later, I am still in Oregon with my gals and my hubby is still in New Orleans attending all his classes. My official return-to-NOLA date is next Friday Sept 24th. <br />
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For now I am enjoying having grandma, grampa, and Auntie Kaylie around to help with the kids, and enjoying having a kitchen, and bedrooms for my gals! It is also nice having it be a little cold here ( I here it is still blazing hot in NOLA).<br />
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My hubby is "living a student life" not having a family around...IT is really hard to study in a hotel room where there is not space, or area of separation for the gals who want their daddy, so I hope he is getting some good studying done! I figured we won't be seeing much of him ( since when we are in a hotel, he studies on campus) while we live in a hotel...<br />
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I am anxious to truly start our life in New Orleans, to have an address, a place that we can all call home and truly get involved. We have already made friends and I have a calling of music person ( all things music, including playing of hymns I am in charge of). <br />
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My hubby keeps reminding me that my "home" is in New Orleans, not in Oregon, and this is true...I just am excited to really feel that way when we are finally settled. For now, we are in forever transient mode and hoping that as of OCT 23rd we can move on base into a fun little place. I will try and keep this updated!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-35406326278823001672010-08-04T21:33:00.000-06:002010-08-04T21:33:16.641-06:00My life in a hotel... I am thinking of making that the title of my new blog....at least for the next few months...That, or something like "New Orleans-the number one LAZY state in the Nation.", or maybe even " No clue" I think I like that one best actually! Another title to put in the middle of all of those would be "angel friends..." oh yeah!<br />
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It has been a whirlwind for the past few weeks...which explains my absence in posting. I wasn't even going to post tonight, but Steve is in our bed studying, and Andy is lying here asleep, and I can't bother Steve, so I decided tonight would be as good as any night!<br />
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My mom came to help with our move about a week before we moved. I don't know how I could have done it without her! Then, one of my dearest friends in the world , Jen, showed up at my house the day before the big move and helped me for hours on end. She took charge and helped me to get rid of things I wouldn't have had the courage to, and just kept me together getting it all done ( not to mention she picked up Andy the next day at 7 in the morning when the moving truck came).<br />
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If it weren't for family and friends who helped us load our truck (the big diesel uhaul truck company)--we would NOT have made it! All of these people are among my "angel friends" who have helped us along this journey of the biggest adventure!<br />
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Another angel friend were my in-laws who, through some miracle...were inspired to help us get a new car. We had been debating what to do with our cars since BOTH were at their tail ends...so we sold both and put the money toward this new car--which is going to save us so much money in so many ways over the next couple of years ( one of the ways is also that we trusted driving the car to make it--another story, so we didn't have to pay to have it hauled!).<br />
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My in laws also have this sort of "time share" hotel in New Orleans. They knew we hadn't worked everything out with the base, so they arranged for us to be able to stay in this hotel (for now) until Sept while we figure things out ( thank heavens cause we are still so far away from figuring things out---don't get me started). The good news is that there is a bed for Andy and one for Steve and I most of the time, and that we have always had a microwave and fridge. The bad news is that we have had to move every couple of days (I will get into that later).<br />
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I was nervous about flying with the gals here, it is not that fun by yourself...and out of some miracle ( or tender mercy as my next angel friend called it) my sister-in- law Echo (angel) happened to be booked on the first flight leg of the journey as me...This was a miracle for me in so many ways not only cause we were running late, and forgot our stroller ( I knew I would die without it not only at the airport but in New Orleans in general) , but because I always take forever to get through the gate at security! I feel really strongly that we wouldn't have even caught the flight without Echo who waited for someone to bring us the stroller, and walked through security with Andy while I went ahead so as to speed up the security process...<br />
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My next flight, the next miracle was that the flight was NOT full and I was able to sit both my car seats down, so my hands were free. This was not a big deal when flying with Echo, since she helped me hold my gals, and also got me to my next gait. I was so worried...<br />
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But, I made a new angel friend on the way who I talked to during the flight. The woman and her daughter helped me with my bags, then continued to baggage claim with me, paid a guy to haul my bags to the shuttle. I almost sat there and cried at the angel friends I made. The shuttle driver helped me...and I was so happy. When I got to the rental car place is when I realized I had over packed and was now alone. I wanted to cry, but not because I was overwhelmed, but because I felt my angel friends really watching and helping me along the trip. This woman saw me with "happy tears" but thought they were sad tears. They turned out to be really good tears cause she ended up helping me load my car up and check me in...I just couldn't believe it.<br />
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Our last trip to New Orleans was not like this at all. No one was helpful, or happy or anything. I was being blown away by kindness--and didn't believe it. I really felt watched over. The hardest part of the journey was driving to the hotel itself! When I got out of the car, I looked around and almost flipped out --it was 1 am in the MIDDLE of NEW ORLEANS, dark, and scary. The front of the hotel was locked but out of some other tender mercy I had another angel friend appear out of nowhere and open the doors for me.<br />
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The front desk tells me I need to drive my car to the valet, and I almost break down in tears again. It took me forever to load the girls with all our stuff out of the car--you want me to get us all back in and navigate to the valet? (it would have taken forever since you don't just turn left you have to go down a one way--turn onto another and keep going until you get the right road). The guy was insistant, so I started praying and walking outside. He then freaked out himself and made several calls to make a special arrangement to have them come get the car--another tender mercy.<br />
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Needless to say, we are here and have been here for over two weeks. So much has happened that I need to write about eventually. For now I will leave you with saying that I have been blessed with a new set of eyes---I am not freaked out by the city anymore for some reason ( maybe cause I don't have a choice, we are here and I have to deal), but I actually really enjoy it. It reminds me of Chicago in a LOT of ways ( another not very family friendly city). I kind of fit well with the insanity.<br />
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I will have to write later about the ward we attended ( I already hav a calling even if only there for a few months), the trauma of moving from room to room, the HEAT, the inabilty to get an id card and thus figure out our living arrangements, the crazy insane people we have met here, Steve's orientation and white coat ceremony, the children's museum, grocery shopping, learning about horrible schooling, and my three hour trek! Craziness...for now, I am going to go to sleep in the big easy and enjoy this hotel for another day---taking Steve to school at 7 tomorrow. Wish us luck!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-91478064555541493432010-06-12T15:13:00.001-06:002010-06-12T15:18:47.339-06:00Matching finally!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Since my girls are have a bit of a range in their age, it is really hard for me to find matching outfits for them ( my mom did it to me as I kid, I hated it then, but now that I am a momma---I AM ALL ABOUT MATCHING</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbXjD11ivhbjK27Y8cQOHlakexQk1SpcnDISKbe9XhSzOqPjDW7_MMOSF0dhLdsRT5zpB7gp8CCrlmkyCb56oUkfRA8DzP9IW1b7wf0E8plqK2zMLOJJw1A3qqBwpg1NbJkIctFG4mKE/s1600/IMG_1299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRbXjD11ivhbjK27Y8cQOHlakexQk1SpcnDISKbe9XhSzOqPjDW7_MMOSF0dhLdsRT5zpB7gp8CCrlmkyCb56oUkfRA8DzP9IW1b7wf0E8plqK2zMLOJJw1A3qqBwpg1NbJkIctFG4mKE/s400/IMG_1299.JPG" width="300" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCbex59d5ccMJreqQcK9eMbVevVkATwvmJ1Z7F5Ghyxa9b0XoIPIcxQVn_Uc68O7NcPrjnh1sY5OMH4IEMMYnUgPva9D5CMWEKdNDmmcBpcyl2656O_DHDe4iiRvBfOMNoDkjPEceL-o/s1600/IMG_1301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCbex59d5ccMJreqQcK9eMbVevVkATwvmJ1Z7F5Ghyxa9b0XoIPIcxQVn_Uc68O7NcPrjnh1sY5OMH4IEMMYnUgPva9D5CMWEKdNDmmcBpcyl2656O_DHDe4iiRvBfOMNoDkjPEceL-o/s400/IMG_1301.JPG" width="400" /></a>Not only is it so much fun, but it is so cute and rare to find similar outfits. See, usually the range is from baby to one year, but I happened to find matches for baby to 5 years old! Gotta love it baby!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCZ33SSL7ictzD24VOOscBArwZS_snmuKEshgtSn4xQEXZnHUf6rjafizWU_op1E3RCyYWCzWI_ge0ko4LBQpOhvXvh5KIeOjDDPvAkyy_MFHbp7SJ47FW1dRwqfNjVBkDQ7R2z2IrAo/s1600/IMG_1302.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfCZ33SSL7ictzD24VOOscBArwZS_snmuKEshgtSn4xQEXZnHUf6rjafizWU_op1E3RCyYWCzWI_ge0ko4LBQpOhvXvh5KIeOjDDPvAkyy_MFHbp7SJ47FW1dRwqfNjVBkDQ7R2z2IrAo/s400/IMG_1302.JPG" width="400" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC30Ma9nthCtNIDTpaWmgEo1n2el4H5n0kkFi_xJbXgCXKHfqGPd1CWN6J11TkmqU9HK__DDQ0WfyyGCN1gvDfrVwVnoBVLee-CkyW5dtSUFebmNqMzABjI4Y0d6rx85gV7_GasLRrZOY/s1600/IMG_1303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC30Ma9nthCtNIDTpaWmgEo1n2el4H5n0kkFi_xJbXgCXKHfqGPd1CWN6J11TkmqU9HK__DDQ0WfyyGCN1gvDfrVwVnoBVLee-CkyW5dtSUFebmNqMzABjI4Y0d6rx85gV7_GasLRrZOY/s400/IMG_1303.JPG" width="400" /></a>This one is my favorite of the bunch. Rodda was so into the camera when it blinked, she stopped smiling!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUYpYAzRqTXShJ44cIjQPNGSwP_TkuQvkb2HRC8AQ3VjnE03MXUN74SzSPJW6VaHyqiik_gQsafYv2lVhxQdIyp4RM3Kt7jZ_IgaCkpn9kb0j5bA3clhNSbLlu99HL5DAKXQVvF8Si8w/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXUYpYAzRqTXShJ44cIjQPNGSwP_TkuQvkb2HRC8AQ3VjnE03MXUN74SzSPJW6VaHyqiik_gQsafYv2lVhxQdIyp4RM3Kt7jZ_IgaCkpn9kb0j5bA3clhNSbLlu99HL5DAKXQVvF8Si8w/s400/IMG_1306.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>For easter I dressed the WHOLE family in yellow. I don't know why, but I LOVE DOING THAT. I try to do it as often as possible!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-86646255238238333012010-06-11T11:19:00.000-06:002010-06-11T11:19:16.601-06:00OUr steakout at New Orleans<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIFpOuS0Ao1JGb1pCzzxNIbhDcngT4lqyGXB5O2NPmlnFawyq2UDiAGUD7_XZsZXdwm63VAa5r-tqWeh2JI6PP5lsHWWIkK3zLqEj5zGS18vUbpG_7m1jhSCBo6H-_3aiAGLXHS93pNU/s1600/IMG_1251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkIFpOuS0Ao1JGb1pCzzxNIbhDcngT4lqyGXB5O2NPmlnFawyq2UDiAGUD7_XZsZXdwm63VAa5r-tqWeh2JI6PP5lsHWWIkK3zLqEj5zGS18vUbpG_7m1jhSCBo6H-_3aiAGLXHS93pNU/s200/IMG_1251.JPG" width="200" /></a></div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">And the winner is by a landslide....</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">THE BASE HOUSE BY FAR!</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">No only is it a 4 bedroom 3 FULL bath townhome, it has huge closet space, ad fenced yard that opens to the park, no utilities or anything added, and IT IS ON THE BASE (you cant get any safer than that)</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWnCgwO7satt6cUTxCRC_DD2T5NTMw2MkWoHtodTv46HQaykZnFR6DjrN-yUVoYpUtBPjEBSB-2ytpMADzLZG9NYYeTP6U26wODlJderhRVJnZZ5unvUpo_yldyDT1DttDm1SZ1xsnRU/s1600/IMG_1256.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWnCgwO7satt6cUTxCRC_DD2T5NTMw2MkWoHtodTv46HQaykZnFR6DjrN-yUVoYpUtBPjEBSB-2ytpMADzLZG9NYYeTP6U26wODlJderhRVJnZZ5unvUpo_yldyDT1DttDm1SZ1xsnRU/s320/IMG_1256.JPG" /></a>Steve still has not been commissioned , so everything hasn't worked out with all that yet...hopefully he will be commissioned in time for us move there. If not, we have backup plans that we aren't thrilled about but will do if we have to!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtsiHjAfjWAJH0v4E5EQZ8PZCgT9mrkbov4IJnKGSPYwO4x7OQmzZaHyrn0gF50h0MtBbhEdLL6oXRJcNVyWiVayZKtvn_qPOCN011AOLl9iy_McRDCizZjNYqU6EVAiOd8CNuhPZjJY/s1600/IMG_1273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqtsiHjAfjWAJH0v4E5EQZ8PZCgT9mrkbov4IJnKGSPYwO4x7OQmzZaHyrn0gF50h0MtBbhEdLL6oXRJcNVyWiVayZKtvn_qPOCN011AOLl9iy_McRDCizZjNYqU6EVAiOd8CNuhPZjJY/s400/IMG_1273.JPG" width="400" /></a>Steve was sitting in an army chair wearing his army shirt...Can you even see him sitting there? Yes, we tend to be really silly sometimes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfttFDPdeqx-DZQW89V_51d647MgkE22-PDMzfM_X7erlSB33G4_SWRq6SgwcdmGGP-F8osz7cx1KrRlWt9RoWTZRDLmDrEbnNlBAGHXOIjmLMVLYxrkVhfNq3zO-zrrXhkuFcqB3Yaks/s1600/IMG_1268.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfttFDPdeqx-DZQW89V_51d647MgkE22-PDMzfM_X7erlSB33G4_SWRq6SgwcdmGGP-F8osz7cx1KrRlWt9RoWTZRDLmDrEbnNlBAGHXOIjmLMVLYxrkVhfNq3zO-zrrXhkuFcqB3Yaks/s640/IMG_1268.JPG" width="640" /></a>This is a very famous spot in the french quarters that we visited...CAFE DU MONDE. We were told we had to ccome here and try a beignet. It really just tasted a LOT like a scone with LOTS of powdered sugar on top (really, people say don't go on a windy day, and we didn' t get it ntil it got windy and powdered sugar was everywhere)!</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ia9kFyig1i4-w4TKRFW1z4eEevTFpXR1UT-06SRjOWli0Bykujo40ooYaLzDV5QhqxscLMJwito5lzYaohvLvA5LqqjI5UJlSqMh4Xeja9NdGiaQZ1ON3ByN9VFShJyRsCgWlfe98aM/s1600/IMG_1269.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="480" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4ia9kFyig1i4-w4TKRFW1z4eEevTFpXR1UT-06SRjOWli0Bykujo40ooYaLzDV5QhqxscLMJwito5lzYaohvLvA5LqqjI5UJlSqMh4Xeja9NdGiaQZ1ON3ByN9VFShJyRsCgWlfe98aM/s640/IMG_1269.JPG" width="640" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_tMx6lZIYVb5Xuj5Yi7ETIpwvknvzBhzBTlY7bPvx2Ore1Scfy4AhZPcfxUilesJWIn2_NT-IHiWazM3TI5jt1YiSQuiCenOOtE5ApyvQYqodkhnlVqMZS94j592ng8S_jzZ8AAhnUw/s1600/IMG_1271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ_tMx6lZIYVb5Xuj5Yi7ETIpwvknvzBhzBTlY7bPvx2Ore1Scfy4AhZPcfxUilesJWIn2_NT-IHiWazM3TI5jt1YiSQuiCenOOtE5ApyvQYqodkhnlVqMZS94j592ng8S_jzZ8AAhnUw/s400/IMG_1271.JPG" width="400" /></a>This really was the only time during our visit that we had any kind of break. We were just so busy the entire time checking the place out, looking for a place to live that it was nice to breathe for a couple of hours<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHM4E8VYT7w-TI_rRDVtS7iSxyJ6oF_Y3OCyLP7qYnOiRjgS0UWXG2mmhwBTZVWTmrxEkMxTVj4LUedi8Cuwr1DiqrZg2x5TUAOaIa_hQ3mAkiXmBN2VAQUPAQLRGfsM00JdjPJPxxZPs/s1600/IMG_1274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" qu="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHM4E8VYT7w-TI_rRDVtS7iSxyJ6oF_Y3OCyLP7qYnOiRjgS0UWXG2mmhwBTZVWTmrxEkMxTVj4LUedi8Cuwr1DiqrZg2x5TUAOaIa_hQ3mAkiXmBN2VAQUPAQLRGfsM00JdjPJPxxZPs/s400/IMG_1274.JPG" width="400" /></a>These guys were VERY interesting. We were just walking down the street, and they were across the street from us...I started clapping and getting into it from across the street. They said "pay us pay us " to which I responded " I am across the street". So, of course they ran to my side of the street and started dancing. They were TAPPING with pop cans nailed to their feet. I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE THAT BEFORE! Then, I found something like 70 cents in my wallet, and thinking these two guys were friends, gave it to one guy ( intending it for the other) and he ran across the street with it and wouldn't give it to his friend. IT WAS SO WEIRD></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">When we arrived in New Orleans (as we quickly learned, it is pronounce NHAR LINNS--) it was 10 at night, we had to rush to get our rental car. We had mapquested to our hotel, but soon discovered that if you veer off mapquest, good luck finding your way back.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"> EVERY SINGLE STREET is a one way...and When a street says it is going west, somehow it ends up going north more of the time than west. And of course there is construction, the entire city SHOULD be construction after what happened to it...</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">After a few hours of back and forth and not daring to stop and ask for directions, going in definetly the WRONG neighborhood more than once---we found our hotel. We try and check in, and the lady explains to us we have to pay for valet parking everyday since parking is bad ( we get that we have been outside for hours). She then says "That will be ahllevan twahnty shevan."</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">This goes on a few more tries until the woman gets really frustrated with us and looks at us like we are aliens. US THE ALIENS? You are the one who just made up your own language. We finally discover she was saying "11.00" SERIOUSLY? REALLY? I didn't know moving here meant I had to learn a whole new language.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">That was just the beginning of it. We seriously didn't understand any EBONICS that we heard anywhere we went. And yes, we were the only WHITE people everywhere we went (sorry there is no other way of putting it). We finally got speaking to one lady who we completely understood as she was giving us directions. "go up over the bridge, turn to your right, then go under...keep going, then turn LAAAAFT."</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">I turn to my husband and give the look that says" Did she really just say left that way." I was commpletely with her until she said LAAFT.</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The trip was very, ummm, educational to put it lightly. I really am not use to being the minority (and by minority I mean when we went to the supermarket my husband and I were the ONLY ONLY white people in there). I have no problems with this, just if it brings attention to myself. We were told by several people that in NARLINNS there aren't dangerous areas, every area is dangerous. One street could be completely safe, but the other street is completely overtaken by gangs. You just have to know where to go (that's really comforting).</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">No one understood why it was so expensive to live their either. Since they are trying to rebuild the city. Let me see if I can try and explain-- Because of all the sad things that have happened in the city, insurance for everything has gone up. Car, rental, house, etc. insurance. So, to make up for it, prices of EVERYTHING have gone up ( a two bedroom apt is $1200, and milk was over $4).</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">The base itself seemed like the safest place, but the surrounding area just outside the base was some of the scariest places I have seen ( including Chicago with bulletproof chapels, but that was BEFORE KAtrina..many people have left the city now so you can guess who stayed).</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;">It would be a different story if I was looking at it from ME eyes. But I have 2 little girls that I am caring for, that completely changes your perspective one EVERYTHING. I am still very excited to move and start our new adventure. I am glad we took a trip out there before so I wouldn't be in shock when we actually move. It will definetly</div><div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-59574717238208193242010-06-08T23:07:00.000-06:002010-06-08T23:07:37.126-06:00My Other blog...I will be doing 2 blogs now....This one dedicated to family life and my <a href="http://diariesofdiabetic.blogspot.com/">other one</a>...dedicated to diabetic survival.<br />
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Check it out and let me know what you think... <a href="http://diariesofdiabetic.blogspot.com/">http://diariesofdiabetic.blogspot.com/</a>JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-8131697709587353172010-06-07T23:25:00.000-06:002010-06-07T23:25:07.109-06:00Keeping it real.... After my last post I received so many different responses and emails that it got me thinking.... While I think we should all keep a positive outlook on life (otherwise we can sink into deep depression, what's the point of trying really)..I also think it is important to keep it real. <br />
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By that, I mean, I am not going to pretend to be someone I am not. I think one of the reasons I got so many comments was that I was being completely vulnerable, open, and honest with my feelings. <br />
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I don't know about you--but sometimes it is refreshing to hear someone say what I am really thinking. Someone who comes along and makes me feel like " OK, I am not INSANE...I am not the only person who feels that way...." All of the responses I got I truly appreciated, and really needed and I thank you all for your amazing comments. I continue to learn from the glorious people I am surrounded by!<br />
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<strong>ON TO MY KEEPING IT REAL DAY</strong>-<br />
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<em> </em>I could choose to be upset that there are LOADS of dirty laundry yet to do---and the clean laundry from two weeks ago still isn't put away...Or that I haven't even begun to unpack from our NOLA vacation that was a week ago...Or that I haven't brushed my hair in 2 days...Or that there isn't ONE clean room in my ENTIRE house...<br />
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I could turn it around and look at what I did accomplish today, while it isn't much, I am glad I have some positives in my life today...<br />
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<em>Things that made me proud of myself--</em><br />
--I made my husband breakfast in bed this morning--Andy helped me and we had a LOT of fun!<br />
--I went to the store with a list of meals I want to cook for the week, and stuck to the list...<br />
--I took a shower today (yes, that DOES make me proud cause it is rare)<br />
--I bathed BOTH of my daughters.<br />
--I actually DID the dishes (this is also HUGE and is RARE--Andy pretended to help as she stood by me).<br />
--I played outside with my daughters today...<br />
--I made some pumpkin cookies and jello.<br />
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I am slowly learning that what one person can accomplish in one day would be a miracle to hit one of those things for another person. It is so easy to compare and say "What is wrong with me? Why can't I do that?" I am learning to know that my strengths and weaknesses are not <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">anothers</span>. I have so much to learn from others. While learning from them, I need not put myself down for not doing all they do, but be proud of what I can do in my particular situation. <br />
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I am, once again, grateful for the strength I receive from the LORD. I am learning more and more how to depend on him. I think I still don't get it, but maybe one day I will rely on him like he wants me to. I know he loves me for me and being real.<br />
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PS...I am in the process of starting a whole new blog that is dedicated to my daily struggles of a woman with diabetes and life in general. I still want to keep a blog that is mainly focused on my beautiful children and what they are doing...JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-59976144509220902962010-06-06T15:29:00.000-06:002010-06-06T15:29:18.295-06:00I am NOT SUPERMOM! You know those mom's whose kid's hair always seems to be perfectly done? Whose kids sit perfectly quiet, entertained and still during a church meeting. The mom's whose house you walk in and their house is just clean clean clean. Those mom's who always have a HEALTHY MEAL prepared at morning, noon and night for their family to feast upon. Those mom's who have a schedule for their kids, and they follow it. Those mom's whose kids are brilliant cause they have the patience to spend five hours a day teaching and drilling their kids. The kind of mom who is friends with everyone and manages to run the PTA, and all other events in life and keep it together! Those mom's who after all this still manage to have perfect hair makeup, and manage those HEELS. ( and yes, I do know plenty of people who are THAT--- a SUPERMOM---I wish I could be like you Sara, Page, Becky, Bev.....etc....)<br />
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Well, I AM NOT ONE OF THOSE MOMS! I am not even close...<br />
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It all started with those dang HEELS. .......<br />
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Besides barely having the energy to pour cereal for my oldest in the morning...I am lucky to get her dressed with a diaper (yep, she is 3 and not potty trained...uh huh--) let alone pretend to do her hair. <br />
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After getting my gals all ready for church, I thought today I might have a shower and try to look presentable. After my short --not long enough at all--shower (can't leave them alone too long) , I pull my hair in a pony and put on mascara. I thought, I just shaved, I want to try some heels today ...Maybe I might feel even a smidgen of pretty today. <br />
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BAD IDEA...VERY VERY BAD IDEA. Of course, I trip all over the place and can barely walk. Who am I kidding really? How am I going to take my <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">UHAUL</span> of a diaper bag, the baby car seat and ANDY, while smiling and walking in heels? All the SUPERMOMS out there manage to do it, plus all their other SUPERMOM feats, I just want to conquer the heels...PLEASE, JUST THE HEELS! <br />
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To no avail. I made it to church and the heels came right off. I wasn't even going to pretend to smile. Keeping it real--I break down real easy. !! Sitting in church thinking of how messy my house is and how I never seem to have any energy to do anything about that! Wondering if my daughter will forgive me for having leftovers for the fourth night in a row...Looking around me at amazing people who seem to have it together. And I have NO excuse at all. I am blessed to be at home with my gals, so what is my problem? Look at those supermoms (and they really are just being moms most of them...not going above and beyond...just being themselves...,)<br />
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They have it so together, they wouldn't even make me feel bad for being insane. They all try and give me some great advice---try putting your kids to bed at a certain time, have your daughter help you more, take YOU time. While I appreciate the advice, I KNOW ME. <br />
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I am not meant to be a SUPERMOM (the best is most supermoms are in denial of it and would not just admit how great they are)...and I am <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">ok</span> with that. My gals are loved, very loved, they get fed and they get their momma! I have the blessed opportunity to be a momma, and there were plenty of times in my life I never thought that was a possibility on so many levels! I know I am inadequate, but that's <span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: yellow;">ok</span>..<br />
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I have learned I can't do it alone ...I know the saviour will pick up my slack. He will lift me when I need lifting. If I look to him and point my children to him, then I know I am doing what I need to. I am so glad that I know this. I would crumble and fall apart ( I feel like I do that anyways) without this knowledge. I am so glad for the strength I receive and the help I get. I am glad I have someone I can vent all my frustrations and anxieties to...an outlet (kind of using this blog for that too huh?) <br />
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On that note, I better go get my gal who isn't taking her nap. So much for alone time!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-54521711128208655502010-06-05T14:21:00.000-06:002010-06-05T14:21:19.339-06:00Dinner in the morning? I woke up today and realized that I hadn't packed a lunch for my husband. So, I decided to make tonights dinner this morning so he could have it for his diner tonight.<br />
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I have now decided that I should try to make all my nighttime dinners in the day, morning, sometime early. Not only does that get it done and out of the way, but it ensures that we will actually have a meal at night. See, we love to go outside and play (especially during the summer)...and sometimes we have so much fun, we lose track of time or just get distracted as time passes. <br />
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I cannot tell you how many times we come running in at seven, we are all starved, and nobody wants to wait a half hour for a meal. For these reasons, I have decided to try and make the meal in the mornings...(don't get me wrong, I am not that motivated or orgnaized at all---not like half the SUPER MOMS I know out there). Wish me luck with my new adventure!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-88065176553679366162010-05-20T09:38:00.000-06:002010-05-20T09:38:33.854-06:00I am a.... Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Citizen, Returned Missionary, College Grad, Pianist, Singer, Dancer, Missionary, BYU Fan, Football Fan, Supporter, Teacher, Chaperone, Cook, Believer, Member Of the Church Of Jesus Christ Of latter day Saints, Houskeeper, Housewife, Family gal, Social Person, Happy person, Crazy Person, Learner, Lover, Supporter....<br />
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There are so many roles and things that we all can be. I was thinking about this the other day as I was taking on the role of feeding my children, cleaning the house, and finding a place to live...I thought, man , I could be paid to be a janitor, cook or realtor right now. It's amazing how we trry and define ourselves. I actually hate defining people. I don't like people to be put in a box.<br />
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I would prefer to say that all of us have many roles, and many opportunities for growth. And some roles help develope other roles. No one is just ONE thing. We all make up many things that define who we are, what we like, what we beleive in, what we stand for. I hope to be someone who stands for something good and rightous, and an example!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-19179708435002291912010-04-21T08:59:00.002-06:002010-04-21T09:18:54.139-06:00Acronyms....our new language and lingo....!Members of my faith are use to certain acronyms that are part of our everyday <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">speech</span>. These acronyms, such as <strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">FHE</span></strong>, <strong>VT</strong>, <strong>HT</strong> can seem foreign to those not of my faith.<br /><br /> Steve comes home from work and starts talking about his <strong>CF</strong> test for some <strong>C-scan</strong> with <strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">PPAP</span></strong> he is doing ( I don't even think I am using the right <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">acronyms</span> in the right context. I have heard CF a million times though) . It is totally insane to me, and I pretend I have a clue what he is talking about.<br /><br /> Acronyms are everywhere !! A place that uses acronyms more than any place I know is in the Military. Steve and I, through much prayer, and research and discussing, have decided to go the military route (Go <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">AIRFORCE</span>!) to pay for medical school ( so great coming out of medical school and not having to worry about paying a million dollars in debt (and yes it will be a million or more- after interest and such) and being taken care of). Why, just while we were talking to our rep, he used more acronyms like <strong>BAH</strong> and <strong>DOD</strong> , not to mention military ranks like Sergeant, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Lieutenant</span>, Captain (still don't get the ranks ) , I realized we had to learn a whole new lingo. That is the joke with us <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">newbies</span>! They tell us we will get the lingo down pretty soon and "learn the language"!<br /><br /> I have had to look up military acronyms---It is literally a whole book! <br /><br /> Steve and I have laughed at this new lingo that feels like it will take FOREVER to learn. So, we have decided to just embrace it and be <strong>acronym</strong> people. We are developing our very own new language that is pretty much just abbreviated words and acronyms of words we use <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">alot</span>...like <strong>NOLA</strong>, <strong><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">FAF</span></strong>, <strong>O1</strong>, and plenty more. We think we are so brilliant (ha ha ha) and will fool everyone (as if it is so hard to figure out). But hey, why not, if everything else feels like an acronym, why not just make it every aspect of how we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">speak</span>. So, if that's how we start speaking to you and we forget you don't know...I apologize. We invite you to embrace it yourself and speak in acronyms!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-16793235469079044782010-04-12T09:20:00.009-06:002010-04-12T19:57:30.070-06:00Things to miss...and look forward to...As I contemplate our big move this year, it is hard not to think of the things I will miss about living in my dear UTAH... Some things you don't realize you will miss until you have the prospect of NOT having it. Here are a few things that come to mind...These things I hope to take plenty advantage of in the next few months<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>THINGS I WILL MISS ABOUT <em>MY</em> UTAH</strong></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOU4MqKaBoonCU2ubMP0cV-2Ktwp7114W1Fl953TuD_Gi1zTYNftD5CQgUMbogCh2KKNID2Ca__xwdJPpd4R-LdNqVlXCbHja_2shSTNQJCOISFEzsw6l2u6isOttOXfs6nbooR1j-Heo/s1600/utah.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459279986144657298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOU4MqKaBoonCU2ubMP0cV-2Ktwp7114W1Fl953TuD_Gi1zTYNftD5CQgUMbogCh2KKNID2Ca__xwdJPpd4R-LdNqVlXCbHja_2shSTNQJCOISFEzsw6l2u6isOttOXfs6nbooR1j-Heo/s320/utah.jpg" /></a> 1. <strong>TEMPLES- </strong>I will miss having a temple five minutes away...It is different when you have to plan on driving at least an hour to it.<br /><br />2. <strong>DI</strong>- I really love making purchases from the DI. It is nice having it so close and available for just about anything I need. I always count on it for things I can't afford, I am really not sure what I am going to do without it!<br /><br />3. <strong>DESERET BOOK/DISTRIBUTION CENTER- </strong>I clump these together cause they are both shopping places. It is nice having church stores where I can buy any of my church needs very conveniently...<br /><br />4. <strong>THE GLORIOUS MOUNTAINS- </strong>There is nothing that you can quite compare to the mountains of Utah. I remember when I moved to Arizona and people said there were taking a trip to the "mountains". I laughed at what there hills were referred to!<br /><br />5. <strong>THE SNOW- </strong>I have a hard time with this one cause most of the time I am cursing it, but lately my little gal has been loving playing in it....Again, when the prospect of not having it is there, you suddenly miss it very much!<br /><br />6. <strong>A MILLION KID PROGRAMS- </strong>Yes they have pre school, music, dance classes, everywhere in the world...but not like in UTAH. There are so many kids in UTAH, it is like it is tailor made for children's programs!<br /><br />7. <strong>BYU- </strong>This is so sad for me! I will be missing going to all my games live! Visiting my PROVO and seeing my brother at BYU (only did that his freshman year then he went on a mission, but he is coming back, so I will be MISSING IT). I don't even know if we will be able to watch our games! SO SO SO SAD!<br /><br />8. <strong>LOTS OF FAMILY AROUND- </strong>It is nice having family so close. It seems like people visit UTAH all the time anyway (they either have the church or other fam), so you see lots of people while in UTAH. Not going to have anyone in LA. Going to miss family so much! Even those in St. George we won't be seeing anymore!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>THINGS I WON'T MISS ABOUT UTAH </strong></div><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><div align="left"><strong>1. SNOW-</strong> I know I put this in the "miss" pile, but the truth is it goes more in the NOT miss pile! I really despise the snow and ALMOST everything about it. I hate the cold, the accidents, and everything that makes it dirty.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>2. CABIN FEVER-</strong> I will not being stuck inside due to the snow! Yes, I will definitely NOT miss that!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>3. THE U- </strong>People asked me how I would react to the U if we ended up going to school there....Well, now we will never know and I can keep on despising them like I always did!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>4. UTAH DRIVERS-</strong> I have no idea how the drivers in Louisiana are, but I am done with UTAH drivers. I am one, granted....and I hate when people NOT from UTAH say they hate UTAH drivers ( I think half of the drivers in UTAH aren't from Utah actually)...but I am sick of people being rude on the road.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>5. CONSTRUCTION-</strong> Enough said! Even people not from Utah can attest to this one!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><strong>6. ANTI-MORMONS-</strong> realize these people are everywhere....But it is really funny here in Utah. Take conference time for example---do you think people would protest like that NOT in Utah---nope! In our little neighborhood here, the smokers "mock" us mormons, whereas other places I have lived they appreciate others values.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"><strong>Things I am Looking Forward TO</strong></div><div align="left"><strong></strong><br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVh4b_DsxDx2pQf_uEW4mngD0wGiL7fAVZp4kPftdW3eMoFnuP6PSsweeVBPta4MrvluP4GAwzNjJJM_Zc1dJOBAbwJb4SBTzy6uGnvhsk1KSeJ8URCUNL61CuEyEbh05MW8UqH6qH0o/s1600/louisiana.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459279879035520530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCVh4b_DsxDx2pQf_uEW4mngD0wGiL7fAVZp4kPftdW3eMoFnuP6PSsweeVBPta4MrvluP4GAwzNjJJM_Zc1dJOBAbwJb4SBTzy6uGnvhsk1KSeJ8URCUNL61CuEyEbh05MW8UqH6qH0o/s320/louisiana.jpg" /></a> <strong>1. SUNSHINE-</strong> I do realize there is heat, I get it. But I am so excited to be able to be outside 9 months out of 12 instead of the opposite, 3 months out of 12!<br /><br /><strong>2. New Ward- </strong>While I have enjoyed some things in our current ward...I am ready for some new faces, new callings, and new attitude. We haven't made too many friends in our ward---long story!<br /><br /><strong>3. CHANGE- </strong>I am excited for a new adventure and all the things it will bring. I am excited to be able to embark upon a whole new world and for the growth that will come with that!<br /><strong>4. THE FOOD- </strong>While I have yet to experience this...I am told Louisiana has its own rep for food and culture. Excited to experience all of this! Please --who doesn't love food!<br /><br /><strong>5. MEDICAL SCHOOL- </strong>Even before we were rejected by the U...We were LOVING Tulane and all the New things they have ( it has to be new with the hurricane that destroyed everything). They have better stats of their grads and everything, it is going to be wonderful!<br /><br /><br />Overall, it is going to be a hard, yet wonderful move for the family! I want to enjoy MY UTAH ( yes I say my Utah cause it is where I grew up and I am proud to call myself UTAHAN) while I can... <strong><em>IF ANYONE HAS ANY SUGGESTIONS OF LOCAL UTAH EVENTS / ACTIVITIES/ SITES THAT WE NEED TO SEE BEFORE WE MOVE PLEASE LEAVE IT IN COMMENTS.</em></strong> I don't want to miss anything while we are here these next few months as I am sure it will be a LONG while before returning. That's why we will be going to the temple, the zoo , and other things as much as possible while we can and visiting as many of you family and friends as possible while you will have us! We Love you UTAH and can't wait for you LOUISIANA ---other suggestions for our visit to LA in May would be helpful as well!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmYEQ0M7soA&hl=en_US&fs=1&"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TmYEQ0M7soA&hl=en_US&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>PS....This is the cheesiest, greatest sillliest ever@!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-42495938761564108812010-04-07T10:18:00.007-06:002010-04-07T10:39:55.121-06:00Jake,and Megs Blue and Yellow wedding!!Dear brother Jake married the cutest and greatest gal Megan <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mahoney</span> in the St. George Temple on March 13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>! It was a wonderful reunion with lots of family and friends. We were <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">glad</span> that Steve was able to make it as he, of course, was working non-stop and just barely arrived via shuttle right before the temple ceremony.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5a20DnJcOX5x_GTSdSsRAlhEuSFbG0MCpyLHMTH_XJhypeckpSc-_LuvjT5VEqlJAMkY1ZMMgCi0ksu5eXlEswjnhgpBO4zpUmsd2jzJ6lVb4l3bv0ZRvHnTP5KRohgS0n8-4Q08vWk/s1600/IMG_1133.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457434253223271794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS5a20DnJcOX5x_GTSdSsRAlhEuSFbG0MCpyLHMTH_XJhypeckpSc-_LuvjT5VEqlJAMkY1ZMMgCi0ksu5eXlEswjnhgpBO4zpUmsd2jzJ6lVb4l3bv0ZRvHnTP5KRohgS0n8-4Q08vWk/s400/IMG_1133.JPG" /></a> I drove me and the gals up a few days earlier to be with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">fam</span> and show off our newest addition! What a wonderful time. Two nights before the wedding, we all went through the temple with Megan and that was so beautiful.<br /><br /> The night before, we ended up having an impromptu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">bbq</span> with both families that was an absolute blast! We sang and performed with each other and just got to know the families. I wish we could have done that at my wedding cause it was like we were all best friends by the time we got to the wedding!<br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCf0H8t-mWyk8KMrJ4SecMKOco8gXOSK8E7k3TlsfVJFT2Sl5pRPIlpPpqBDRlfucR7RJrXGaShyASHO2EllaRql1H5llrQHoSYpTD1JpdsC-LTeJEckOCs2mGVm2KNXT7amXxVZnUl8E/s1600/probert+kidsin+blue.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457432721792537762" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCf0H8t-mWyk8KMrJ4SecMKOco8gXOSK8E7k3TlsfVJFT2Sl5pRPIlpPpqBDRlfucR7RJrXGaShyASHO2EllaRql1H5llrQHoSYpTD1JpdsC-LTeJEckOCs2mGVm2KNXT7amXxVZnUl8E/s400/probert+kidsin+blue.jpg" /></a> Megan claims she is a devote Utah fan ( that is where her parents met), yet her wedding colors were blue and yellow...<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">hmmm</span>... I think we have converted her already! We were all born to wear blue, including Megan who, coincidentally has been to more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">BYu</span> games than Utah!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlEq7tZuMVluOCCPGrtqP4QNO-F3dV_lpHXyltluRiTzsv5ehiHPGWU7AK8lwoxT8mVur0C_jk5YBScycFJaB1PnOcsW-D2QYHYkZ0w3nQ0jQxdCGaLYEEwyqOaPV9Vu6Lm8aU50M0WI/s1600/IMG_1142.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457432432634669426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAlEq7tZuMVluOCCPGrtqP4QNO-F3dV_lpHXyltluRiTzsv5ehiHPGWU7AK8lwoxT8mVur0C_jk5YBScycFJaB1PnOcsW-D2QYHYkZ0w3nQ0jQxdCGaLYEEwyqOaPV9Vu6Lm8aU50M0WI/s400/IMG_1142.JPG" /></a><br />I thought it was the perfect opportunity to take some awesome family pics. We all look so good in blue. Andy was worn out by this point, but was still smiling. Long day a wedding is!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMzJSUv-Ql41aQFHnhyphenhyphen3fUNTCJRu8MSxB5X1Jq9AlYKYtRE9YEWrYgMqH_gJoWG8IS0c2qAj1ey5G_FCqwpIW6R26OrHw9GPX-HaPq539AaqtXqt3nqhmWxayq09YYb2uLWMSx04Adrg/s1600/IMG_1145.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457432079209322466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMzJSUv-Ql41aQFHnhyphenhyphen3fUNTCJRu8MSxB5X1Jq9AlYKYtRE9YEWrYgMqH_gJoWG8IS0c2qAj1ey5G_FCqwpIW6R26OrHw9GPX-HaPq539AaqtXqt3nqhmWxayq09YYb2uLWMSx04Adrg/s200/IMG_1145.JPG" /></a> She was so happy when her daddy showed up she couldn't let him go. We were grateful <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Autn</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Sara</span> helped to do her hair!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfFSwLhByzv9_heusFTieSKkAjU1v-9_pwV8Sp9E-bD1UzWmaleF8KvPz8VhtXw_hrVyfVjDkCZmdX7s6gTQSPKnJiStsZ3Fzvi4IQZOJ4CQbox6Sp7Fq2T4NO9VXFzaBzWDQtJj9aCU/s1600/IMG_1125.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457431567258640306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfFSwLhByzv9_heusFTieSKkAjU1v-9_pwV8Sp9E-bD1UzWmaleF8KvPz8VhtXw_hrVyfVjDkCZmdX7s6gTQSPKnJiStsZ3Fzvi4IQZOJ4CQbox6Sp7Fq2T4NO9VXFzaBzWDQtJj9aCU/s200/IMG_1125.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE51U95yh3ZE1zIHABKO8n7iLHO12cTuG92Q_GEALT-7C954pNkbeMOFNOnzYmNN9hrjGmDnbMq9-GYOxLJpR3kfJ610rRMD3CVTNKxaeAmn_P2zasXDh1oBu7VK0-BjJCRlLeMfkpduA/s1600/IMG_1095.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457431194225703346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE51U95yh3ZE1zIHABKO8n7iLHO12cTuG92Q_GEALT-7C954pNkbeMOFNOnzYmNN9hrjGmDnbMq9-GYOxLJpR3kfJ610rRMD3CVTNKxaeAmn_P2zasXDh1oBu7VK0-BjJCRlLeMfkpduA/s200/IMG_1095.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div> Good times all around. SO fun to see all my family whom I haven't seen and all the extended family. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div>JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-45208198796714121902010-04-07T09:44:00.009-06:002010-04-07T10:17:18.926-06:00Our beautiful Rodda J gets a blessing....After my brother Jake got married, we thought it would be the perfect opportunity to give our dear little Rodda Judy her baby blessing. With my whole fam in town ( they weren't able to make it to Andy's) , including her great grandparents, it was such a blessing to have them be a part of it.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY2HdnBFROYc4VhvvNEy8HGMDQmw0xlh7VHnqyKnofG0_UFAhZ7YcREIvM9bhvwjTRtk_sImlTpawZN3bMLpqZlsp2jK0zxAR0YgoKUEA-cCzV-krjAYfhi4371XJKTKwv-sCDiJ6waQ/s1600/IMG_1158.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457428440695795106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheY2HdnBFROYc4VhvvNEy8HGMDQmw0xlh7VHnqyKnofG0_UFAhZ7YcREIvM9bhvwjTRtk_sImlTpawZN3bMLpqZlsp2jK0zxAR0YgoKUEA-cCzV-krjAYfhi4371XJKTKwv-sCDiJ6waQ/s400/IMG_1158.JPG" /></a> This dress that she is in, I was blessed in, my two sisters, her two daughers, and now my two daughters. You can't tell from the pick ( thank heavens) but it was yellowing a bit. <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic200KzfLQnhWha3dOXuuNEC95wqucyfm20F9GDf54KOwkgx4ys-Doo9TdbzNXBTqE7S2ur25eg-j5sADpZ9B7tBYuvUh8Pr7PGrRNbY8ApEg8EfngDNgTkvp9YViwV-_pdSc_VKQBZIM/s1600/IMG_1153.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457427984114576690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic200KzfLQnhWha3dOXuuNEC95wqucyfm20F9GDf54KOwkgx4ys-Doo9TdbzNXBTqE7S2ur25eg-j5sADpZ9B7tBYuvUh8Pr7PGrRNbY8ApEg8EfngDNgTkvp9YViwV-_pdSc_VKQBZIM/s400/IMG_1153.JPG" /></a> That did not make a difference to us. We thought it was very special that her grandma Bev gave me this dress. It would be beautiful if it lasted long enough to have everyone get blessed in it!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WGTZrl8e5QjSrCjIWz8KbZFn11-WwDTZOG_JqGjhh0cktDLYjtwSf83lOPeKx8UTXPegHBIckPKR1yvJV0r-As7q7RnBVo9va81I9AK05-3YnVze3PhCzVMB7gD78n7kCR_iaxrPYkw/s1600/IMG_1185.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457427418255084050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6WGTZrl8e5QjSrCjIWz8KbZFn11-WwDTZOG_JqGjhh0cktDLYjtwSf83lOPeKx8UTXPegHBIckPKR1yvJV0r-As7q7RnBVo9va81I9AK05-3YnVze3PhCzVMB7gD78n7kCR_iaxrPYkw/s320/IMG_1185.JPG" /></a> It was a beautiful blessing, and Steve, as usual arose to the occassion. We both get very emotional about it and think it is such a wonderful thing to recieve a blessing. I will leave out all the details of the blessing, but say that she was blessed to live up to her namesakes, those two wonderful people she was named after...to follow in their examples and have a testimony like them!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx15Qe5q-xDlx1DBUrOyyV0kMwq3d-ulR37e3gQdI7GYRfiWRovjrITUwgsffbgu1KqpAMU8wJ-OmSgfuUFqthcKs7IWFLLBmmEbwWg_zD98uRFpvGmKCo-X-V59Tp4WGYtKF2Qa6yuQw/s1600/IMG_1168.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457426999731690418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx15Qe5q-xDlx1DBUrOyyV0kMwq3d-ulR37e3gQdI7GYRfiWRovjrITUwgsffbgu1KqpAMU8wJ-OmSgfuUFqthcKs7IWFLLBmmEbwWg_zD98uRFpvGmKCo-X-V59Tp4WGYtKF2Qa6yuQw/s320/IMG_1168.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB5RVRXVWTgFWgo16Guh57bQtz4W7vXMJeVzWEY_0ZhjoCTKiiS0KiDcUv9wqnBDYN1UFUYmobPX-7zsBfmr_btkJlOVT2RIpPsGwag5y9uRpTfNek92blO7KGjAsJsW3obSau372A-o/s1600/IMG_1165.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457426672095439154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtB5RVRXVWTgFWgo16Guh57bQtz4W7vXMJeVzWEY_0ZhjoCTKiiS0KiDcUv9wqnBDYN1UFUYmobPX-7zsBfmr_btkJlOVT2RIpPsGwag5y9uRpTfNek92blO7KGjAsJsW3obSau372A-o/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2LNC8WHStVgWvR-B3dLu_wZCKhPzMZyQO32iRWiU56fCdP32APGXSKQzDOnSzVzgranHd_kU4hyphenhyphengijTuhAxJJlkgW2BX2lmkpksipYWoyyHnHUvAMj3MZ3qdAV9r8V9eG5gGhTPr_g4/s1600/IMG_1188.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457424331544739314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ2LNC8WHStVgWvR-B3dLu_wZCKhPzMZyQO32iRWiU56fCdP32APGXSKQzDOnSzVzgranHd_kU4hyphenhyphengijTuhAxJJlkgW2BX2lmkpksipYWoyyHnHUvAMj3MZ3qdAV9r8V9eG5gGhTPr_g4/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsC7XA2mitKibSYaCQmFFF712cr-qBWkZb6EstaWIrwQv8n8jJVtJ6kbyaQkZ3VoAKTjtrn881YGB1oI8xMQs-UiXocU9wGtre1OJvmyHocwwEfPEY94K7ujhaJ_bVNFgD_DBt2EwO1M/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457423827028369218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAsC7XA2mitKibSYaCQmFFF712cr-qBWkZb6EstaWIrwQv8n8jJVtJ6kbyaQkZ3VoAKTjtrn881YGB1oI8xMQs-UiXocU9wGtre1OJvmyHocwwEfPEY94K7ujhaJ_bVNFgD_DBt2EwO1M/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZROBeEKgofBqU00F5bPGaFNIAWl_Hd8XPQLRg7Zo4bnKJuYuFeIGSZ-3fNO97a5OzcTVVeJ31kS9QuqnZVveSBFEvFXzKhElGCuw4OUdTBmE6hkbLihMUQzy9_jqvjVW5EZ3NtrdqBw/s1600/IMG_1178.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457423220966768002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXZROBeEKgofBqU00F5bPGaFNIAWl_Hd8XPQLRg7Zo4bnKJuYuFeIGSZ-3fNO97a5OzcTVVeJ31kS9QuqnZVveSBFEvFXzKhElGCuw4OUdTBmE6hkbLihMUQzy9_jqvjVW5EZ3NtrdqBw/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBS5JWgAHwI-DuX6L-qdjB9CtWwcna72iZUCVoiQWN4WG5Kmeitz4d5rEOSHYdjTgUcZ9up7dZIGycQqHjXuvqmZkrF5izBZHuZFs-R1aZJn_EaWxm3TdmXiFTjnhYbiBlzThq52170Qs/s1600/IMG_1177.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457422913580214226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBS5JWgAHwI-DuX6L-qdjB9CtWwcna72iZUCVoiQWN4WG5Kmeitz4d5rEOSHYdjTgUcZ9up7dZIGycQqHjXuvqmZkrF5izBZHuZFs-R1aZJn_EaWxm3TdmXiFTjnhYbiBlzThq52170Qs/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" /></a><br />We were very happy to have the support that we did! What a blessing it is to have Rodda J in our lives...! We love her so much! <div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-83580580036994960942010-02-26T09:26:00.003-07:002010-02-26T09:39:36.333-07:00Technology---??? Want or NEED??This is a rant...<br /><br /> I could go off forever on the evils/goods of technology. I basically took a course in college dedicated to just that topic!!<br /><br /> Today I am thinking about the wonderful blessings of technology...Mainly because we won't be having <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> as of tomorrow and are trying to figure out what we should do about it ( our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Internet</span> source is moving...we worked out a deal with them).<br /><br /><br /><br /> Without technology---<br />--I am not sure I would be alive today. Technological advances in the medical field have made my life amazing and for sure will make me live longer. Because of new sources they have found to monitor diabetes, and keep under control...I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">believe</span> that is how I had my little gals. God bless technology for that reason.<br />--The world we NOW live in is so dependent on technology. We are told in times of trial ( financial burden) , or just in general, to only buy our necessities...The things we need to survive--such as food, w<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ater</span>, clothing, and shelter. Now, I fear, I am falling into a trap thinking technology is an essential.<br />It is how we pay and monitor our bills, how I make and keep appointments, find out where I am driving, apply for medical school and benefits, how we keep in contact with loved ones, do our taxes, how I make certain purchases, how I get ALL kinds of information!!<br /><br /> You can't even do some things without technology ( like apply for medical school, all online). Now-a days when I call a 1800 number for customer service, the first thing they ask/tell me is the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span> site and how to go on and get information (if I wanted to do that I would NOT have called you in the first place).<br /><br /> You don't realize how much you use technology until the possibility of having it taken away from you is there...Then you begin to panic.<br /><br /> So, here is my question...This is posed as my hubby and I are debating if we should make a contract for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">internet</span>, or just use it on occasion at the library until we move in JULY. Is technology a want or a need?JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-1870716753737397992010-02-12T10:46:00.008-07:002010-02-18T09:10:55.315-07:00Rodda J enters the world!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAf5ll914iIYYoRODTsFXgTZ_mV6Qtc-lOYGHqcLk4lLzFHRYjzuJ2Yh6OOI2fRjyLxiXfyDvbuNxnAg9__E3TBoLvFFvc2O8mv31eFqhUtldPF2Z5B9oPwI7zKRZSM4yZZQ0lHDSE9-E/s1600-h/IMG_1066.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437417462710211394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAf5ll914iIYYoRODTsFXgTZ_mV6Qtc-lOYGHqcLk4lLzFHRYjzuJ2Yh6OOI2fRjyLxiXfyDvbuNxnAg9__E3TBoLvFFvc2O8mv31eFqhUtldPF2Z5B9oPwI7zKRZSM4yZZQ0lHDSE9-E/s320/IMG_1066.JPG" /></a> This is our new little family....and here comes the story of just how baby <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span></span> J came into the world and how she got her unique name...<br /><br /><br /><br /> Feb 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span></span> I had one of my biweekly doctors appointments in the morning. We discovered that I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dilated</span> to a 4...My doctor told me if I had ANY contractions , or problems to just head straight to the hospital since once you are to a 4 it goes pretty fast from there (three days earlier I wasn't even <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dilated</span>, we did lots of walking...)<br /><br /><br /><br /> My doctor also scheduled an induction for Monday, Feb. 8<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span></span>. He told me to go into labor ( if only it were that easy)...<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscmDmpx3SOezedUxu-asnZrVYIDIsjjoD7xUkpbbZ85Ns1Z32_4-4KcfDMvItxB8untoxXt3vIvuqO6qOwz8bP8NZe8p5AKb9gxz6rb67VumS8YoSBxyM63HRnBesDZjr5C6zHOX62_g/s1600-h/IMG_1071.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437416876989750706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgscmDmpx3SOezedUxu-asnZrVYIDIsjjoD7xUkpbbZ85Ns1Z32_4-4KcfDMvItxB8untoxXt3vIvuqO6qOwz8bP8NZe8p5AKb9gxz6rb67VumS8YoSBxyM63HRnBesDZjr5C6zHOX62_g/s320/IMG_1071.JPG" /></a> This is Grandma Judy holding her little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span></span> Judy.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> We got home from the docs, ate lunch, and I decided I needed a nap. I no sooner went to lay down then had a major contraction...I tried to lay down for an hour and had about five contractions. I go downstairs and tell my mom we need to go to the hospital---I didn't think I was in labor but just started thinking that I don't want to be on the freeway delivering a baby and just want to be safe ( the hospital is almost a half hour away).</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> I then call Steve and tell him to just get off work and come to the hospital...I know once I am there, they won't let me leave--being high risk and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dilated</span> so far, they will keep me for the duration.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> We get to the hospital and I have absolutely NO contractions ( no surprise there)...<br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5i_Ly9bUEdm-Nay4tTvPeBIR7_uaTaJ3kgY-f0hxd7ZVPOksE2xsgT0P0pE9Phst_jaI2A9s87i82Rq2R5w742wLow0sRrXTX7kOs1M7S-9pteNzxp47VCh7XemXs-3cKB2VU0s01pQg/s1600-h/IMG_1068.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437416346882593682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5i_Ly9bUEdm-Nay4tTvPeBIR7_uaTaJ3kgY-f0hxd7ZVPOksE2xsgT0P0pE9Phst_jaI2A9s87i82Rq2R5w742wLow0sRrXTX7kOs1M7S-9pteNzxp47VCh7XemXs-3cKB2VU0s01pQg/s320/IMG_1068.JPG" /></a> Me holding our little one for the first time---</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> I actually start to laugh at this point...I don't want to rush anything and was hoping I didn't jump the gun just cause I wanted her here. After about a half hour, my contractions start up again, and they go for a bit (they didn't really feel bad at all---just like cramping---after all, I was already <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">dilated</span> so far)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> My doc gets there at five says I am at a 5, and that he is going to break my water...YIPPEE!!! He broke my water...nothing really happened for a bit after that... an hour later the nurse says "you ready for your epidural yet?" At this point I am thinking, "man, I wish I didn't need one"...(high risk, could have so many things, just better to have one)...cause I was doing fine. They said Mr <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Epi</span></span> (my anesthesiologist I kept calling him <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Epi</span>--he liked it) was ready.... So I guess now was the time.<br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8AtCSltutWaj6HBNfZyx8vbWh9LCr85_wscOeXjGwiP5vOWlbyBX2GZeARh-nSWF_NvcUBR99l4MUQWO6Z4zw9Levs7AosuGYOoY6MT6ROYT7Ut-RRezbKGtY7RMhkBdarhglFm4DyI/s1600-h/IMG_1075.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437415389963768098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_8AtCSltutWaj6HBNfZyx8vbWh9LCr85_wscOeXjGwiP5vOWlbyBX2GZeARh-nSWF_NvcUBR99l4MUQWO6Z4zw9Levs7AosuGYOoY6MT6ROYT7Ut-RRezbKGtY7RMhkBdarhglFm4DyI/s320/IMG_1075.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dadda</span></span> holding his two precious little girls. They have him wrapped around there fingers!!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> My epidural guy was awesome. He was joking the whole time! I LOVED my nurse, and was already thinking my doc is the best in the whole world. This was a big deal to me since I was unsure about the hospital I was delivering at...very small, made me nervous---especially with all the problems with delivering Andy. Turned out even better than I could hope for!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> A few minutes after I got my epidural, I got really sick...I thought I was really low all of a sudden, I was so dizzy and the room was spinning. I yelled for someone to get me my meter... Turns out my diabetes was great, my blood pressure just dropped dramatically ( very typical after the epidural). It had <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">risen</span> to 90/40 and I started feeling better. It really was the weirdest sensation though. Such a weird concept too since with Andy I had the opposite problem--high blood pressure!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div> I wasn't progressing that far, so they hooked me up with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">petosin</span></span>. This did a number on my blood sugar counts---and freaked me out just a little bit. I had to keep testing my blood, and adjusting. My doc got a little upset when I adjusted without telling him ( he is so protective of me).</div><div></div><div>Long story short---It felt really long...even after he broke my water!! At one point around 11 pm-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ish</span> I suddenly felt really low again...I was really dizzy and light headed. I screamed for my meter-My counts were fine, my blood pressure was fine. My doc came running in ( love that man, I swear he checked on me every 20 minutes---INCREDIBLE). </div><div> </div><div> I turn to him and say I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nauseous</span>. This is a new thing, even after taking <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">meds</span> that would make me <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">nauseous</span> with Andy I never did get sick. But with this little girl, I GOT REALLY SICK. I must have thrown up at least five times. It was weird.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div> I felt much better after that. The doc said me throwing up meant it was right around the corner. Good times! I only pushed for like 10 minutes, then our newest addition came at 11:55pm. Silly that 5 more minutes and she would have had a completely different birthday. It is the weirdest feeling when they say push and you have NO CLUE if you are doing it right or not since you can't feel a thing! My first push I did it in my face, and closed my eyes and everything went black. I almost passed out. Then I realized I needed to concentrate on what I was doing better.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div> So, baby Rodda came into the world at 38 weeks and 1 day (almost 2 days) They immediately called her a big baby, put her on the scale and she was 9 Pounds exactly! WOW. almost DOUBLE the size of Andy <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bev</span>. She is so beautiful...When everyone sees her they seem to comment that she is smaller than her pictures or what they thought and that her COLORING is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">beautiful</span>! I agree!</div><div></div><div>I have the two most beautiful girls in the whole world. I am so incredibly blessed!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div align="center"><strong>ABOUT HER NAME!!</strong></div><div align="left"> --This is already the longest post ever...But for those of you who want to know about her interesting name...here it is.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> -To be completely honest, we have wanted this name from the beginning, but I needed to see her before we made it official! Her name is actually pretty simple...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span> is one of my most favorite people in the world! She was my second mission companion, my momma, my hero. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span> is, of course, her last name...but we say it so constantly it has felt like a first name. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> -We considered giving <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Andy</span> the name <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">RODDA</span> for a middle name, but it didn't fit...My entire family loves <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span>, especially my husband who has spent time with her and knows the influence her and her whole <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">fam</span> have had on my life.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> -People have asked me how hard I had to pull Steve's hair to get him to agree.. The fact of the matter is that he was all for it. It was kind of his suggestion. We wanted something different, and we wanted her to be named for someone, something special.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> -So, we put it over the top by giving her a middle name that is also my mother's name. I have always teased my mom about her name...but somehow, it just works. In fact, before we announced her name my mom was saying we should name her Judy, then turned around and said "wouldn't that be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">awful</span>..what an <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">awful</span> name?" So, I responded, "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">ok</span>, guess we won't be naming her that!"</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"> --We realize it is very different name. It doesn't feel different to us at all, but to those who have never heard, they react a little funny! We hope she lives up to her namesakes...</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">We have gone back and forth with different things to call her. Her grandma Judy is calling her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span> J. One of my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">siblings</span> is calling her Jude or <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rodda</span> Jude...I have also liked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">RJ</span>. Either way, we love it and we love her. Andy refuses to call her anything but SISTER. I think it is adorable! </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">I love my little family and hope I can be the best mom for them as possible!!</div>JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6805941645051298182.post-1025158414002941012010-02-10T12:09:00.002-07:002010-02-10T12:11:38.999-07:00Baby Rodda Professional Pics link...<a href="http://www.our365.com/NewbornPortraits/BabyDetail.aspx?birthid=5b471773-c93c-49dd-a871-ff97e4fa0211">More about the Baby</a><br /><br />I will be posting details about delivery and our beautiful little gal later...Just wanted to post this website so people can veiw the professional pics the hospital took of her! Just click on the words "MORE ABOUT THE BABY" at top!!JAMIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10037180174228126416noreply@blogger.com3