tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55987233604890744392024-02-07T17:33:17.344-08:00saTrishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.comBlogger232125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-43991571910233721152010-05-14T05:35:00.000-07:002010-05-14T05:53:05.462-07:00Sunday's are going to be a breeze<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyHH5gB26xn1mbvK7Iw9QOlvnUJlTuYeujdBcLBGsxaoAlbwsEwryXJD23z0VRK_-rmwmbXtsarFQAHKEqd5mPngHx_5Q-dtzrdQ6q-fpqu0RDYnRU1gFGCq1oLLEou35T9NFZ1dsPDZP/s1600/apes+235.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107761969730530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqyHH5gB26xn1mbvK7Iw9QOlvnUJlTuYeujdBcLBGsxaoAlbwsEwryXJD23z0VRK_-rmwmbXtsarFQAHKEqd5mPngHx_5Q-dtzrdQ6q-fpqu0RDYnRU1gFGCq1oLLEou35T9NFZ1dsPDZP/s320/apes+235.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2Nv-GhcKPNCMZTbFeBfKkzfSoQhDg9lTr38jLxoS4_NG1Kt96lDfQaEudInTNtH9FyUKUO1Oipbb0Kj2r4jO7aPdyW7nf3v0QdB4290gNgC_bBY_4qdrcIYdiBmRJocVOBydvZjURgEb/s1600/apes+232.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107751081318482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX2Nv-GhcKPNCMZTbFeBfKkzfSoQhDg9lTr38jLxoS4_NG1Kt96lDfQaEudInTNtH9FyUKUO1Oipbb0Kj2r4jO7aPdyW7nf3v0QdB4290gNgC_bBY_4qdrcIYdiBmRJocVOBydvZjURgEb/s320/apes+232.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO32WK70qc8yy4wj6dIm0rlmVFuYyUVyfkVWjWjce3qoE11a1ytjpCW1kRGd2knZ15yMv3Umv3p3CwS-bK8vEjoPEfLbHNv0p9gWTEOktIBMy5hrflrqbGJe207ISGA-YsL-crkgIgq9lC/s1600/apes+228.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107748574058546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO32WK70qc8yy4wj6dIm0rlmVFuYyUVyfkVWjWjce3qoE11a1ytjpCW1kRGd2knZ15yMv3Umv3p3CwS-bK8vEjoPEfLbHNv0p9gWTEOktIBMy5hrflrqbGJe207ISGA-YsL-crkgIgq9lC/s320/apes+228.jpg" /></a><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaE8H-2_y-6bQfpMWqALJYurugEbdfgxvHxLmHXfWpKdM3zk5KRY2j7fAx9I7s297WkRlMBNTprXr7ceNJmoWTKIPsdGxySoJ8nlW-7zL8RN3Kd_rrn9k6yvFVCrD_XmB4AQdKkMbFmHnf/s1600/apes+226.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107738150892626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaE8H-2_y-6bQfpMWqALJYurugEbdfgxvHxLmHXfWpKdM3zk5KRY2j7fAx9I7s297WkRlMBNTprXr7ceNJmoWTKIPsdGxySoJ8nlW-7zL8RN3Kd_rrn9k6yvFVCrD_XmB4AQdKkMbFmHnf/s320/apes+226.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMd6A4DvTjs5xGrEZqDjiuyGC8MPM7WIiCY5ZJv4oqRhLxU93_PSIlMTWw3G5eXG1krybjo8Eu-Adb8LbJR3JEwg9n4qbdpIrwqs947xYMPy-5bs6U3pGwSCzhDsZCkd_yTsNTKNshpFm/s1600/apes+224.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471107732062911778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMd6A4DvTjs5xGrEZqDjiuyGC8MPM7WIiCY5ZJv4oqRhLxU93_PSIlMTWw3G5eXG1krybjo8Eu-Adb8LbJR3JEwg9n4qbdpIrwqs947xYMPy-5bs6U3pGwSCzhDsZCkd_yTsNTKNshpFm/s320/apes+224.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Church for the last eighteen months has been quite an adventure to say the least. In the beginning it was hard hauling in two infant car seats, 1 diaper bag, and Alyssa and Kelsie's church bag. Kevin had to work a lot of Sunday's and so it turned out that usually I just went to church with the kids by myself. I felt like the ward service project because I was constantly needing help at church. You could always hear when our family was at church by the way that Leah and Audrey would scream during sacrament meeting. Some weeks I had to resort to calling our old bishop's wife to see if she wouldn't mind picking up our older girls so that I could stay home and give the babies a nap. As the babies got a little older and weren't in their infant car seats anymore, things actually got a little bit more challenging. Now I had to carry both of them into the building plus all of their belongings. When they began walking guess what? They no longer wanted to hold still during our classes so we would spend our two hours of meeting chasing babies around the building. Good times for all. Now that Leah and Audrey are at the magical age of 18 months they get to go to nursery. With my older two girls, I think that I cried when I dropped them off at nursery for the first time, but oh how happy I was when I got to drop off my fifty plus pound of energetic one year olds. They were so happy to be there, and they have just loved nursery. I have been sneaking them in for the last couple of weeks to get them used to the idea. They didn't even flinch when I left the room, they are loving the nursery. The nursery teachers are great, and I trust them deeply with my girls. Last week they made Mother's day cards with their pictures inside. Leah's card was signed Audrey, and Audrey's card was signed Leah. It was pretty cute. I guess when you are not used to seeing them that they are easy to get mixed up. Anyway, church is going to be a breeze, and I actually will be able to hear what is being said during the lesson. </div></div></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-65934092721072607722010-05-04T05:21:00.000-07:002010-05-04T07:29:00.424-07:00Tennessee flooding take 2<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4DlWW8X9f75N2ilyui4K9qarY0ZES-c4u6yGJ-wWD3WZozHfoGo3yINDT_w5wLfzGD5gvLO7CMPxA8AH9KTwDY2QgjbdXkDOvgBlnzlZLovsebBF2LTRXADLPRYef115Ou0O8wShOxwK/s1600/oprylandflood2.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420267906738930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu4DlWW8X9f75N2ilyui4K9qarY0ZES-c4u6yGJ-wWD3WZozHfoGo3yINDT_w5wLfzGD5gvLO7CMPxA8AH9KTwDY2QgjbdXkDOvgBlnzlZLovsebBF2LTRXADLPRYef115Ou0O8wShOxwK/s320/oprylandflood2.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">inside of the Opryland hotel<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsUkKQE2gXTLMDPlSME1lOwXAnBqnCmAgP0Pu8z-PzHJigvCItuxhFFhUurXSNt51yc2Wk5yX3VrJNaB1Lzy7KZQYWaBdrgca3R_Ohysz1Gtvu0l0xa0OSf4-fRsbdY8dYarTZQxdDbY2/s1600/opryland+flood1.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420262382000002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVsUkKQE2gXTLMDPlSME1lOwXAnBqnCmAgP0Pu8z-PzHJigvCItuxhFFhUurXSNt51yc2Wk5yX3VrJNaB1Lzy7KZQYWaBdrgca3R_Ohysz1Gtvu0l0xa0OSf4-fRsbdY8dYarTZQxdDbY2/s320/opryland+flood1.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center">Downtown Nashville</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FZS7dd8dxe3WGo5K1RZqRoAYD3elIuj_nnxENKHaD6gzIowlTzKQMR98PbA4va9wE5JatpQI3EYdZ8FloMeO-qIdVd2k3kaAUA30WiZg_7-aioDzrDrECB9AZXu0nB2WvSTNsxXEFOTN/s1600/opryflood6.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420126564608818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0FZS7dd8dxe3WGo5K1RZqRoAYD3elIuj_nnxENKHaD6gzIowlTzKQMR98PbA4va9wE5JatpQI3EYdZ8FloMeO-qIdVd2k3kaAUA30WiZg_7-aioDzrDrECB9AZXu0nB2WvSTNsxXEFOTN/s320/opryflood6.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Vanderbilt University downtown Nasvhille<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX19QqcnCcskvRvyMQOc6OJOSt7cemN95UQk2RQJ1Z1Zh0_21Z1fll91n5vOG0gpOkys69r9700__hOVqYuSsI3m5ym26q8r9XMIBUdUUdLlxzpU4U8gEwDrkO3pSehZ1R_xgA1WWbq3r1/s1600/opryflood5.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420124763824738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX19QqcnCcskvRvyMQOc6OJOSt7cemN95UQk2RQJ1Z1Zh0_21Z1fll91n5vOG0gpOkys69r9700__hOVqYuSsI3m5ym26q8r9XMIBUdUUdLlxzpU4U8gEwDrkO3pSehZ1R_xgA1WWbq3r1/s320/opryflood5.jpg" /></a><br />Downtown Nashville</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIxY3S1ZMT8DYdVlZvxKzS6vUgLj1HreN1X65fOIIOIeMj9xG9Dbslp5tmwJPkqgfQe31-EdtTA2Og_ExljzbYxb97VLpbc241XYwc-TBpBhRhA3e4XEfchPRcEcRM1NZE8ahiXc0W0xo/s1600/opryflood4.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420119233378850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoIxY3S1ZMT8DYdVlZvxKzS6vUgLj1HreN1X65fOIIOIeMj9xG9Dbslp5tmwJPkqgfQe31-EdtTA2Og_ExljzbYxb97VLpbc241XYwc-TBpBhRhA3e4XEfchPRcEcRM1NZE8ahiXc0W0xo/s320/opryflood4.jpg" /></a><br />Hard Rock cafe Downtown Nasvhille<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEV_ZpP2Ia5CG4bYlosxh_MYJ4rcshZxU_YK98ppiKZLUuU2ueeuy0fFk9anaKE7ZqITGueSJpJdyvykt2LLO-JzceNkrbqEc_6cf36g2uj2XFDXms1rka70glVX-UjMRuT-KAkXf__jVM/s1600/opryflood3.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467420114375668162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEV_ZpP2Ia5CG4bYlosxh_MYJ4rcshZxU_YK98ppiKZLUuU2ueeuy0fFk9anaKE7ZqITGueSJpJdyvykt2LLO-JzceNkrbqEc_6cf36g2uj2XFDXms1rka70glVX-UjMRuT-KAkXf__jVM/s320/opryflood3.jpg" /></a><br />Downtown Nashville<br /><br /></div><div align="left">This is like waking up to a bad dream, this whole flooding experience is so surreal. I find it odd that not only did we experience the worst winter storm in Tennessee but now we are experiencing the worst rain storm in Tennessee. There is something so wrong with this picture. I couldn't sleep last night and kept thinking that when we woke up, our house would be underwater. Luckily it wasn't but so many homes in our area and surrounding areas are.<br /><br />The next county over is under a strict water conservation after one of the city's two large water treatment plants was shut down. These companies are completely emerged in water. They are asking residents to use half of their normal household water, and also asked that you didn't shower, wash clothes, or wash dishes. Can you imagine? Again, we are lucky because so far we have been able to do those things. With this just being the next county from us, I am not sure if we will be under the conservation soon.<br /><br />The Cumberland river which runs through downtown Nashville has completely flooded, spilling water into Music City's historic downtown streets while rescuers using boats and Jet Skis plucked stranded residents away from their flooded homes.<br /><br />The flash floods caught the city off guard, and thousands of residents and tourists were forced to flee homes and hotels as the river rapidly spilled over its banks. The rapidly rising waters led to the deaths of 18 people in Tennessee, including 10 in Nashville.</div><br /><p itxtvisited="1">This is terrible you guys, and it's so sad to see all of the people who have been affected by this storm. One lady on the news said that she had recently lost her job, and now her home was completely under water. She also doesn't have any flood insurance which seems to be the case in a lot of these stories. What a tragedy for the whole state of Tennessee.<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p itxtvisited="1"><br /></p>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-87023401893723458082010-05-04T05:03:00.001-07:002010-05-04T05:20:47.776-07:00May 2nd just isn't our day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM70V_LbL796e1BPJKYgZhivtxs-pKYIJ5UBF8ERbzPMhPEp-HbMXG80Xkf25NRYkXqKhz94xFgV7ahHX_rtcY7jv-2CQ_HWDi-b8W9i4TPZKoCGkwV99_aaRgNlz5jATHhG65qOlR8l5y/s1600/apes+258.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM70V_LbL796e1BPJKYgZhivtxs-pKYIJ5UBF8ERbzPMhPEp-HbMXG80Xkf25NRYkXqKhz94xFgV7ahHX_rtcY7jv-2CQ_HWDi-b8W9i4TPZKoCGkwV99_aaRgNlz5jATHhG65qOlR8l5y/s320/apes+258.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467387358883815314" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br />parking lot next to our post office<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoIuhsaIblYX2hWRbvTvmManY27ia-WRkIvyrqF6cP1qlN53fjGx7UdG7Ck49RuTFFMfyPO_TVaHLUstfwxfzvm9RqjijFM96jw2ZRn2HjcBeohqjEtQwPtcqE86q9hkMdTa3suvuXLp8/s1600/apes+257.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGoIuhsaIblYX2hWRbvTvmManY27ia-WRkIvyrqF6cP1qlN53fjGx7UdG7Ck49RuTFFMfyPO_TVaHLUstfwxfzvm9RqjijFM96jw2ZRn2HjcBeohqjEtQwPtcqE86q9hkMdTa3suvuXLp8/s320/apes+257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467387339752298098" border="0" /></a><br />This used to be a sidewalk by the post office<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMTbtX5biig7K3Owtyk_CJ_KTZ_ttBT3lTuXRSKbFc5zLiZR5sIA3e8hb_rPbon5Bw3ZEq_KjN1mTqzlzxQLrqfa5OxbV3C92ObHRle_Xp2NftxPCx1ryhyIN6H9KcJP9N6jcuIOtArm6/s1600/apes+254.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMTbtX5biig7K3Owtyk_CJ_KTZ_ttBT3lTuXRSKbFc5zLiZR5sIA3e8hb_rPbon5Bw3ZEq_KjN1mTqzlzxQLrqfa5OxbV3C92ObHRle_Xp2NftxPCx1ryhyIN6H9KcJP9N6jcuIOtArm6/s320/apes+254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467387322413378994" border="0" /></a><br />coming into the grocery store where I shop<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZMydpldVFnM-Ij_xE7MzXgmfcrIugvZXY2k8J03IQOGYibrlmhyphenhyphenWe8S6BTSCsQFBYqkPPhXQgApUbfhnJepFCXDf9OqZHk3lHsL7xS8dNNaThKG5_W9g1irpZ8Xe2CrZ2Dyqkq3BkpvZ/s1600/apes+240.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYZMydpldVFnM-Ij_xE7MzXgmfcrIugvZXY2k8J03IQOGYibrlmhyphenhyphenWe8S6BTSCsQFBYqkPPhXQgApUbfhnJepFCXDf9OqZHk3lHsL7xS8dNNaThKG5_W9g1irpZ8Xe2CrZ2Dyqkq3BkpvZ/s320/apes+240.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467387312130721986" border="0" /></a><br />neighbors house that was affected by the storm<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm7QRK1TgBEnHxop8Hdx_kcQL0r-xlSHTsUsB1ta9gtKoEfYApBtI4wv8VaH3SFfqzdepcz-RSQ-2iaM_WdLBNGKjG37CyuC1OhKprx9GKrZpWnceXMyiS8q4momu1xttxwcHugY1sxOh/s1600/apes+241.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbm7QRK1TgBEnHxop8Hdx_kcQL0r-xlSHTsUsB1ta9gtKoEfYApBtI4wv8VaH3SFfqzdepcz-RSQ-2iaM_WdLBNGKjG37CyuC1OhKprx9GKrZpWnceXMyiS8q4momu1xttxwcHugY1sxOh/s320/apes+241.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467387302933251298" border="0" /></a><br />my neighborhood<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsagTk25oy7NmDWDF0W7fpA7wAW92RCVBpMmT2LDw1y-cStbazi0PLjgVABoQ3Fn32-7h5xGqg6GRHEEKz9wXUql2r51saq4WAa5xyLAknKxib8r4GPa6Hm3Ddd4JU4vfNmGUMBnMIJ33/s1600/apes+238.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsagTk25oy7NmDWDF0W7fpA7wAW92RCVBpMmT2LDw1y-cStbazi0PLjgVABoQ3Fn32-7h5xGqg6GRHEEKz9wXUql2r51saq4WAa5xyLAknKxib8r4GPa6Hm3Ddd4JU4vfNmGUMBnMIJ33/s320/apes+238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467386657719277650" border="0" /></a><br />my neighborhood<br /><br />You know I am really starting to hate the date of May 2nd. It's my sister-in-law's birthday and I do like that. Everything else about the date is starting to really stink. You remember last May 2nd when I posted pictures of our basement flooding right? Well, can you believe that again our basement flooded on the very same day as last year? The day has been crazy and the weather has been even crazier. The morning started with a phone call about 5:30 a.m. from a sweet friend. She called to warn me that a tornado was heading our way in about five minutes, and told us that we should take shelter. Now that I think about it, I did hear the tornado sirens going off just a few minutes before she called. Because I have never heard them before, I didn't think anything of it. Immediately we turned on the news and saw that our city had cancelled the tornado warning but had issued a flood warning instead. Just what we needed...more rain.<br /><br /><div>Our crawl space is in a terrible location, and water seeps in just as fast as the rain is coming down, and when the rain is coming down by the bucket-fulls, not exactly a good situation. I cringe whenever I think about it raining because I know what disaster is going to happen next. You guessed it--a flood. </div><br /><div>The rain continued to pour down. I am used to the Tennessee rain storms but this was unlike anything that I had seen. There was so much rain. As we continued watching the news, it showed city after city getting flooded, freeways were closing, and not only were freeways closing but people were also getting stranded on the freeways. Major streets were closing, homes getting swept away from the flooding, people dying, people stranded on top of their homes that were now covered in water, major power outages, lack of water at the emergency shelters, the list just went on and on. At one point the state of Tennessee declared a national weather emergency, and told people that they couldn't drive anywhere and were ordered to stay put.</div><br /><div>Our house didn't float away in the storm, and thank heavens for that but our basement did flood. We stopped counting after we pumped over 350 gallons of water out. The carpet was replaced after our last flood a year ago, and we didn't want to have to replace it all again. We are going to try letting it air dry. We will see what happens. </div><br /><div>I'm a little stressed right now as we are also in the middle of trying to get ready for our trip to Utah in less than three weeks. I feel like I have so much to do in such little time. We will be okay though and we will get through this just like we have gotten through everything else.</div><br /><div>What a crappy day! </div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-32623410812074098082010-04-17T17:52:00.000-07:002010-04-19T13:15:58.292-07:00Couponing.... I'm addicted<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOcwxbFI8NJ4GIgUiIy2SnokNqvl0OZXCz-pJE3ibSHa725y7cxG18Zu0glNO0UBKa1CDpjQb92YrOhJ1_wM7k8DQJ0_oQ6TBXxATwP4BXefO32MNuWGT27DMawpqZIin707fhM_yKgXg/s1600/apes+207.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461276820042267474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOcwxbFI8NJ4GIgUiIy2SnokNqvl0OZXCz-pJE3ibSHa725y7cxG18Zu0glNO0UBKa1CDpjQb92YrOhJ1_wM7k8DQJ0_oQ6TBXxATwP4BXefO32MNuWGT27DMawpqZIin707fhM_yKgXg/s320/apes+207.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I will be the first to admit that I love to find a good deal. True my husband will tell you that a better deal would have been to not purchase it in the first place but what does he know? I tend to disagree, and constantly seem to be on the search for a great deal. I have always been pretty good about using coupons and searching out the best deal before purchasing something.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div>When I lived in Utah, it seemed like the deals were a lot harder to find. I think Utah is a prety competitive state when it comes to couponing. So many large families who are all trying to do the same thing.... save money. I just found myself not wanting to use coupons as often because nine times out of ten when I would go and try to get the deal, the item I was looking for was gone.<br /><br />I love living in Tennessee just for the simple reason that couponing is easier here. You can simply go to the store, and find what it is that you are looking for. I shouldn't say always, but I would say over 90% of the time that's the case.<br /><br /></div><div></div><div>This was my weekend for couponing. I spent several hours yesterday gathering my coupons together so that today I could go off alone and gather up my deals. I was rather pleased with myself when I got home and laid everything out on my table. </div><br /><div></div><div>Just for fun I would like you to comment on what you think I paid for my groceries. Who knows, I may even throw in a prize if you come close to the actual cost. Go ahead, just take a guess. Oh yeah, the piggy bank is not included. I put him in the picture because I feel like we are saving so much on groceries when I use my coupons. In case you can't tell from the picture, here is what I bought.<br /><br />2 tubes of Rembrandt toothpaste $7.99 each<br />1 package of skittles .89<br />1 box of Benadryl cream $4.39<br />1 Schick Hydro shaving cream $2.97<br />5 Ban deodorants $4.99 each<br />6 boxes of pasta $1.49 each<br />12 rolls of Cottonelle toilet paper $5.99<br />2 packages of Oreo's $3.50 each<br />1 box of shredded wheat cereal $4.99<br />1 box of grape nuts cereal $4.99<br />2 boxes of Raisin Bran $4.39<br />1 tube of mascara $4.99<br />1 box of Midol $4.99<br />1 box of Bayer aspirin $2.19<br />2 tubes of Crest toothpaste $3.19 each<br /><strong>1 box of Prevacid $22.49<br /></strong>1 pro clinical Colgate toothpaste $7.99<br />4 jars of Peter Pan peanut butter $2.33 each<br />1 gallon of milk $3.50</div><div> </div><div><strong>My total on this order was $22.00. Can you believe that? Just for the Prevacid alone without coupons would have cost me what I paid for my entire supply of groceries.</strong> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-2461714322689718602010-04-14T14:52:00.000-07:002010-04-14T14:54:31.149-07:00Leah and Audrey happenings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RfXya9HUGwpAoT9r18_Tf2bwlcrG_M356f-NxplqJx0pCFs3zx82BeC_U1UQzDj9nBTR2ZWGCW-mKSJfKDISPMs_NyhZ49c-1nt_1PJ5V8j6nNZekBEI_htCpFPULx9HJQvIB1VVYiUC/s1600/apes+033.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460110186017640370" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RfXya9HUGwpAoT9r18_Tf2bwlcrG_M356f-NxplqJx0pCFs3zx82BeC_U1UQzDj9nBTR2ZWGCW-mKSJfKDISPMs_NyhZ49c-1nt_1PJ5V8j6nNZekBEI_htCpFPULx9HJQvIB1VVYiUC/s320/apes+033.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuTpvWHw2JIk5PZ4R2uq9D7M5qdiJxs4jg0KA4l_mWOspwxeQt8H6SCpBUdZW2jkPMJvqG9L-f9KkrCPLffOmIyUPjlEVKVVuOytY1gZyRSS7Xp0xAM51dfMk0-yNYls7Fps5Ca2N9Vys/s1600/apes+163.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; 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height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108255038584994" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC4nfgRhhuElu4swuTLxvpIpQBVVWtCRg2F5IMgexcntqyX3gCrsbCmQakK1j6zC5i3MdYIIUjB2F3Eu3TIxVpwn7zadn7YA14MLn3IiKbyOnJtm08sEaM1Y6k_2W2mVuvchybMjLiUVR-/s320/apes+050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNE5mRrK1M6LRwOdo2XlAYa2Lb_mOObvl85ECLxxFDuZSp7zYFmiblOZBf_ZERNHnsf80fbAkRj_R2qQKVe5exBd0L_26r1H5AP2-x0BpvirjQOZ4FKEKzkKGoBulr8zk552dsbpIjsuW/s1600/apes+035.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460108251760629634" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuNE5mRrK1M6LRwOdo2XlAYa2Lb_mOObvl85ECLxxFDuZSp7zYFmiblOZBf_ZERNHnsf80fbAkRj_R2qQKVe5exBd0L_26r1H5AP2-x0BpvirjQOZ4FKEKzkKGoBulr8zk552dsbpIjsuW/s320/apes+035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Where has the last seventeen months gone? I ask myself that same question every morning as I look at these two sweet and busy little girls. It really just seems like yesterday that I brought them home terrified to no end, wondering how in the world I would ever be able to take care of two babies at a time. Now seventeen months later here we are.<br /><br /><div>I was recently going through some baby clothes and found a preemie <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">onesie</span> that we had for Leah. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">onesie</span> was way too big for her when we first put it on her, and now judging by her size. You would never guess that she was only 5 lbs. 9 oz. when she was born. I was so sure that she wasn't going to live very long because of her size, and would call the newborn nursery at the hospital almost daily for advice on how to care for her. I was so worried about her when she was born. She wasn't eating very well when we first brought her home, and maybe I have over compensated for that now. The girl never stops eating. I love her and all of her chubbiness. </div><br /><div>I still get the usual questions from strangers such as "are they twins?" "are you sure they aren't identical?" "are you done having kids?" The best comment came a few weeks ago. It was made by a lady that I don't know super well but knows that our girls are twins. She wanted to know how old Leah was. I quickly replied that she was 17 months. She then asked specifically how old her twin sister was. I looked at her dumbfounded and said, "she is also 17 months, they are twins!" It was a classic blond remark, but none the less I couldn't help myself from laughing. The comment got even funnier when she then asked if they were identical twins, or mirror twins? (mirror twins? Aren't those the same as identical twins?) I said they are neither. She was beyond confused at that point, and luckily it was time for me to go home at that point in our conversation.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>The biggest news happened last month when Audrey decided to finally start walking. Leah started walking when she was about fourteen months, and Audrey decided it was her time. She now walks all over the place. Her preferred form of transportation would still be to be carried, but I am trying to make her walk.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Audrey's hair is so dark and very curly. So far she is our only child that has kept their dark hair since birth. Leah's hair is very light and is very straight. Both girls are completely different in looks and personality. Audrey is much more photogenic and is always smiling. Leah will smile but it takes a lot of work to make her do so. However, one thing that will always make Leah smile is her shoes. She LOVES to wear shoes. Preferably her red sparkly wizard of oz shoes. She even takes naps in her shoes. Weird I know. I guess she takes after Kelsie with her fashion sense.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>These two little girls consume a lot of my day, and not a whole lot gets done around the house. If I do manage to get something done, they are right behind me undoing whatever it was they I managed to get done. We call them our little <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">tornadoes</span>, and believe me they are.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>I am telling you right now that pictures just don't do justice of these two. They are even cuter in person. I love having all of these girls in our house, I really do! Right now life is going great. I can't complain! </div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-77999334289422731522010-04-14T10:56:00.000-07:002010-04-14T14:53:25.264-07:00Alyssa happenings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPmlcPs2XgeS_eT9rjW5KKKLKQikvb8dBXvqifFwVEpPNKfO1iMCr6KoPSUo2shMBTdgXb9A99cyvUfrVh-72L0j5xAqR14mahKwPht3kuiTmA0dcaz3YM53lfw1jW9aEtjSxcxBKGiLl/s1600/apes+174.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460058852578771650" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcPmlcPs2XgeS_eT9rjW5KKKLKQikvb8dBXvqifFwVEpPNKfO1iMCr6KoPSUo2shMBTdgXb9A99cyvUfrVh-72L0j5xAqR14mahKwPht3kuiTmA0dcaz3YM53lfw1jW9aEtjSxcxBKGiLl/s320/apes+174.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYypcCrne0CnZSigj40wkJRiEzNGc5vZtG47jq5htk36RfR9Ud-j2W6ZSpRQGJkNN-mdN3mqH311aopP0ixbU7e7oHBlIX8cqXXQYiVW5F1OiWm_8b-HhatG8zrUDpY3Dun3NFK-Ggzk_N/s1600/apes+172.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460057911037793778" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYypcCrne0CnZSigj40wkJRiEzNGc5vZtG47jq5htk36RfR9Ud-j2W6ZSpRQGJkNN-mdN3mqH311aopP0ixbU7e7oHBlIX8cqXXQYiVW5F1OiWm_8b-HhatG8zrUDpY3Dun3NFK-Ggzk_N/s320/apes+172.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmUvb9kNJu0M-7LFZssHhcv9eHFkx-959l276VKQQnnDB4ZP2YiUXXe-jukInbjkFLKXkEYxNTHf1Xl9-nGs4EAy2SNPE2s06lAIihikVO9jDM_KWBnvFr3RmLn2LtnEQ-MjDSX-4uJBCe/s1600/apes+092.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460057917901294066" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmUvb9kNJu0M-7LFZssHhcv9eHFkx-959l276VKQQnnDB4ZP2YiUXXe-jukInbjkFLKXkEYxNTHf1Xl9-nGs4EAy2SNPE2s06lAIihikVO9jDM_KWBnvFr3RmLn2LtnEQ-MjDSX-4uJBCe/s320/apes+092.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4o3aaT2HrJff0JfiiNCCZK_3u_JfyF1Yh_9GXQNxZIjuaw_HT2VSRrarjvCEBqjbETurSo_00FzHXmHJgARVJED3aAPgr4ZzOT6Z_OGkYj4ohFYC5LKqzfbHL93aBXMfhlACc2WT4R42/s1600/apes+177.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460057903780864866" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF4o3aaT2HrJff0JfiiNCCZK_3u_JfyF1Yh_9GXQNxZIjuaw_HT2VSRrarjvCEBqjbETurSo_00FzHXmHJgARVJED3aAPgr4ZzOT6Z_OGkYj4ohFYC5LKqzfbHL93aBXMfhlACc2WT4R42/s320/apes+177.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJHeOfui21oxFZvQhihUfS_P0KPryk5OjgAztdQc-6qfR5Kb4agn-iL10ghpZW8wQVVX4PRChCJbdhwk5JjGyOd5kWZy-E5aCveUTUb2b8YshzjUnbxYGWLfo9p8cICMs62AkoWG7yzSk/s1600/apes+093.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460057894082517730" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJHeOfui21oxFZvQhihUfS_P0KPryk5OjgAztdQc-6qfR5Kb4agn-iL10ghpZW8wQVVX4PRChCJbdhwk5JjGyOd5kWZy-E5aCveUTUb2b8YshzjUnbxYGWLfo9p8cICMs62AkoWG7yzSk/s320/apes+093.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvM_amIC0FqBMi61KSdDqK47irso5zi8YTXOagz_24lvsLx5hPLtwVUwS2i8TKnTk42ssDghp-0CPPKXnzpX2GRBmIHQDlTY3xXuXwgPNPWPrKkxYcNoIwVAKW2fF23aSYadwazLxINBE/s1600/apes+128.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460057894945449154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTvM_amIC0FqBMi61KSdDqK47irso5zi8YTXOagz_24lvsLx5hPLtwVUwS2i8TKnTk42ssDghp-0CPPKXnzpX2GRBmIHQDlTY3xXuXwgPNPWPrKkxYcNoIwVAKW2fF23aSYadwazLxINBE/s320/apes+128.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Well for one thing, Alyssa got a new look. She now has braces and looks so cute with them. I thought that the lisp was going to last forever, and I am so glad that it only lasted for a week.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>Alyssa has really come out of her shell this year, and I give credit to her wonderful second grade teacher for that. The quiet and reserved little Alyssa is now just a happy and energetic eight year old. </div><br /><div>Alyssa is still 100% tom boy, and wants nothing to do with "GIRL" stuff. After getting her nails painted she said that she looked ugly. (should we be worried yet?) Of course since we don't have any boys in our family it's okay because we have Alyssa. She will dig in the dirt, hold bugs, and she knows how to use tools. The other day we went outside to find her fixing Kelsie's training wheels with a wrench in tow. It was the funniest thing, and even funnier that she knew how to use the wrench properly.</div><br /><div>Alyssa has a strong bond with her Dad, and the two of them speak whale or something. It's a language that the rest of us don't understand I swear. They tell jokes that only the two of them understand, they think alike, they act alike, they are just alike. It's so sweet to watch the two of them together. A strong bond with a Father is something that I never had, and I am so thankful that I get to see this through the shinning eyes of my daughters. </div><br /><div>Alyssa continues to excel in school, and is just enjoying second grade. She makes friends easily, and is really loving Tennessee. She is looking forward to going to Utah in a few weeks where she will be getting baptized. </div><br /><div>Alyssa keeps us entertained that's for sure. She is such a good helper with her little sisters, and they look up to her so much. Even little Kelsie's friends can't get enough of Alyssa. Oh how we love our sweet girls. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-74166859452460188792010-04-14T07:17:00.000-07:002010-04-14T07:21:03.832-07:00Video of Kelsie reading The Nose BookOne other thing that I wanted to post was a video of Kelsie reading. A lot of people have asked me to record her reading, so here you go. She is a very good reader.<br /><br />We were driving by Shoney's one night and some of the letters were out on the sign and so it only said HO. I didn't think much of it until Kelsie pipes up from the back seat and says, "Mom, what's a ho? My response was, "ummm, it's just what Santa says."<br /><br />Kids say the funniest things.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-73074248944562541022010-04-14T07:12:00.001-07:002010-04-14T07:12:42.141-07:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3MTI1NDM3MDgyOCZwdD*xMjcxMjU*Mzk2NDg*JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*2YWVhNzcwNDg4MDU*/NWE4OThlY2RjOGY1M2ZjNjQ2ZCZvZj*w.gif" /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid278.photobucket.com/albums/kk82/hptpreec/apes194.flv">Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-949246073560120462010-04-14T06:03:00.000-07:002010-04-14T14:53:40.011-07:00Kelsie happenings<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEika3jQiIiHZdlkC-K4W2K7eugA-AEfgazj9eRgav3Onnw6OpfkrOwwazR31gCZQbEWfih-tFmljb0m6wCrPCmHMowDmV_xKUtIz5OSkLsNxFyHpuE9Iz3pCCtd-6aEAn1h9W1MVPpOb89P/s1600/apes+173.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; 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height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459982686158984386" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTGEPH9pruuF_FDMs6OFkbaS63yfsV7AgrRnDT546Rk5726cnBysjS6nhTvT3gjI1IN-KkxxhcMYm21lr1k_TfxmREvk2VyU7avhDgCUAyZsTlrZWKIllb3lc5J6iZXT59tHlFRh0bwe5n/s320/apes+049.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5rv2YUBRzX5LJzzZwBCkAmIYo_9cQLj6Y01mDgti_uZaw102bZbv8nQAhn8h2k73nbjZFx9P7nLRWQp9PUjpan0_z01ejnCHdXkaggJNxNLWpRaO7UhSbXfb4ZdGB3_URhEYTPNEyeLf/s1600/apes+104.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459982670275582210" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_5rv2YUBRzX5LJzzZwBCkAmIYo_9cQLj6Y01mDgti_uZaw102bZbv8nQAhn8h2k73nbjZFx9P7nLRWQp9PUjpan0_z01ejnCHdXkaggJNxNLWpRaO7UhSbXfb4ZdGB3_URhEYTPNEyeLf/s320/apes+104.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Oh my mischievous Kelsie with the biggest heart you could ever imagine, where do I even begin in telling you what Kelsie has been up to? Should I start with her obsession of writing her name on everything, or should I start by telling you the good things that she is doing? Hmmm, I think that I will have to start with the bad.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Well Kelsie has been obsessed with writing her name all over the entire house with all kinds of objects including markers, pencils, lipstick, bathtub crayons. You name it, and she could probably find a way to write her name with it. My favorite name carving had to be when she carved her name into her dresser which by the way was one day old. Of course she denied writing her name on anything. According to her she doesn't remember how it happened. Problem being, neither do the rest of us. Oh, sometimes Kelsie just makes me want to scream, and other days she is the sweetest girl you could ever meet.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div> Out of all of my girls, I would have to say that Kelsie is the most responsible. I know that when I tell Kelsie to do something that means that she will get it done. She is very capable of taking care of herself, and wants to make sure that she looks good at all times. She is very fashionable which I am not used to, and prefers to do her own hair. Kelsie has picked up reading over night just as I remember Alyssa doing. Kelsie is very smart, sometimes a little too smart for her own good. She has the biggest heart, and loves all of her sisters so much. She is a good helper around the house, and has an obsession with cookbooks like her Mother.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>Another great thing for Kelsie happened last month, it was her birthday and she turned the magical age of five which means that she gets to go to school soon. Kelsie can't wait to go to kindergarten, and be able to ride the bus with her big sister. She thinks that is going to be the coolest thing. Apparently, life at home with Mom isn't that cool anymore.<br /><br /></div><div> </div><div>I love my little Kelsie, and life without her sure wouldn't be the same.</div></div></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-39343019766212756792010-04-02T05:32:00.000-07:002010-04-02T05:48:37.100-07:00My best April Fool's day joke everIt happened about thirteen years ago or so. I called my friend's husband who I didn't know that well, and told him that he had been late paying on his jeep, and so sadly enough we were going to have to come and reposses his pride and joy. He told me over and over on the phone that he had made his last car payment on time so I calmly said that if he could get the documentation to be in a few hours then we wouldn't have any problems and the jeep would be his. Problem was he was at work and couldn't get out in time. Oh, just hearing his frazzled voice was just beyond funny. I stayed calm and we hung up the phone. As soon as I hung up with him, my friend and I just laughed and laughed. We had him going for the entire day, and when he finally came home from work, we broke the happy news to him that he wasn't going to loose his jeep after all. Oh, good times!<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Don't you love April Fool's day? What a great day. My kids had a great time telling their Dad that he had bugs on his back all day. They also loved taping down the kitchen faucet so that when you turned on the water, you got sprayed in the face. They didn't get around to messing up his sock drawer though, that's always their favorite joke. Our JOKE to them was telling them that they were going to be getting a baby BROTHER. Kelsie was ecstatic when we told her. Then sadly we told her that we were only KIDDING! THERE IS NO BABY BROTHER COMING! </div><br /><div>Oh you guys, I had you going didn't I? We are not having a baby. It was fun making you wonder though. Happy April Fool's Day!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGYfGLkR3hV1SmId4lVWQdoZof7w1Izksk0yLOSMH5WEZ5EHf3dJV5TMWtMuUJZDtBvw2FnJUMCdKYlyGzTmdpC8zlJ1yWZ_5qXn9f2UWDTDFCwzzTYd5GlkirrLHvZD7PGOTHHpDn1Xb/s1600/april+fool%27s.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455521083000350066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqGYfGLkR3hV1SmId4lVWQdoZof7w1Izksk0yLOSMH5WEZ5EHf3dJV5TMWtMuUJZDtBvw2FnJUMCdKYlyGzTmdpC8zlJ1yWZ_5qXn9f2UWDTDFCwzzTYd5GlkirrLHvZD7PGOTHHpDn1Xb/s320/april+fool%27s.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPH0DF8yXLtTG5spU6oQbJYHjXn4Vvd5NwSlBgXaJv0f_GreNcxNF3RnxK54PNVXEWJqROn0vSnWhBzWsx-fHeYa_iDAS0MF1Kpt9L2uiWUtm4Qv3vOj5hD3p5ZLW2nIR73F5lHXvqLrM6/s1600/april+fool%27s.jpg"></a></div></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-31149581970963672162010-03-31T20:36:00.000-07:002010-03-31T20:44:46.226-07:00meet juniorYou know the story about the old woman who lived in a shoe. Yeah, something about she had so many children and didn't know what to do? That's the theme around these parts. Four kids has been really busy that's for sure, and I am not quite sure how we are going to handle 5 or where we are going to sleep 5. What's it like having 5 kids anyway? I don't know, but I will you tell you in about 24 more weeks. What's it going to be like having a BOY around our house? Little Tanner won't know what to do with all of this estrogen, and I don't think that I remember how to take care of just one baby. Yes, it's just one baby this time! <br /><div></div><br /><div>We had an ultrasound yesterday, and things look good. Oh yeah, and Mom don't worry about my thyroid. That was all part of the plan to throw you off about why I have been so tired lately. This little man is to blame. </div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13t066dfmx0x6-sDQ7UYpunX2bljQ-8htaGK4u_eR3BHC9O4LH7OIJwyhkNRdxSzX5wJV_5pScwiy63g3e38os3tGq9eDI8pRb8IfJlQoOUuCNP7nQ6lbzN_RkbITxZX6IM7XqK3GzK9Z/s1600/ultrasound.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455009179058984930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh13t066dfmx0x6-sDQ7UYpunX2bljQ-8htaGK4u_eR3BHC9O4LH7OIJwyhkNRdxSzX5wJV_5pScwiy63g3e38os3tGq9eDI8pRb8IfJlQoOUuCNP7nQ6lbzN_RkbITxZX6IM7XqK3GzK9Z/s320/ultrasound.jpg" /></a><br /><div>We are so excited and can't wait to meet our little guy! </div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-68220875710474473122010-03-30T04:42:00.000-07:002010-03-30T04:47:07.613-07:00Tell me who you areHello blogging world,<br />It's been a while since I updated my blog, and I have to admit that it's been so nice not feeling like I am addicted to my computer. I want to update my blog soon but just have been busy with lots of other things.<br /><br />I also am going to make my blog private and would like you to send me your e-mail addresses if you would like to continue reading about our family. I am not sure how I feel about random people being able to read about our family, and as others have said. "You can't be too sure these days." So, with that being said, just send me an e-mail at <a href="mailto:trishapreece23@hotmail.com">trishapreece23@hotmail.com</a> and let me know who you are, and I will add you to our reading list.<br /><br />I promise that I will add new pictures and new entries soon. Thanks for reading!Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-88892455996262440362010-02-19T08:15:00.001-08:002010-02-19T08:15:03.594-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NjU5NjEwMTA*NiZwdD*xMjY2NTk2MTIzOTY4JnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*2YWVhNzcwNDg4MDU*/NWE4OThlY2RjOGY1M2ZjNjQ2ZCZvZj*w.gif" /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid278.photobucket.com/albums/kk82/hptpreec/december09108-1.flv">Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-8211334084291349772010-02-19T07:23:00.000-08:002010-02-26T17:44:12.641-08:00Alyssa's got talentAbout three weeks ago Alyssa came home from school and asked me if she had any talents. I started telling her about all of the talents I thought that she had, and her face immediately lights up as she says, "I know, I jump rope" I tell her that's a great talent, and after we finish talking about talents, she throws a paper at me about the upcoming school talent show. She asked me if I thought that she could be in the talent show, and I tell her that of course she can. After she repeatedly says "really" over and over again, she decides that jump roping is indeed what she is going to do. For the several weeks leading up to the talent show, she practices and practices jump roping. She had three nights of talent show practice, and 1 night of rehearsal. Alyssa worked so hard on this, and I was so proud of her for wanting to do this all on her own. Anyone who knows Alyssa knows that she is painfully shy, and I knew that being in the school talent show would really help boost her confidence. You should also know that when Alyssa first picked up her jump rope, she could barely jump. She taught herself in three weeks how to jump rope backwards, how to jump rope on one foot, how to stop the jump rope, seriously I was impressed. There was absolutely no coercing from Kevin and I, she did this all on her own.<br /><br />Last night was the talent show, and I got a little nervous as I thought about Alyssa entering onto the stage. I wondered if she would end up getting stage freight, if she would mess up, and wondered how she would hold up. All through dinner, she kept saying that she was so nervous. She practiced right before we left our house, and just kept stumbling. At our dinner prayer, I just prayed that she wouldn't be nervous when it was time for the actual performance, and that she would be able to concentrate on her jump roping. Well, let's just say that I was so pleased with her performance. I lost all composure as I watched my sweet, shy, not so little,girl perform like a super star. Her school has got some serious talent, the other performers were just as wonderful. What a great night.<br /><br />Here is our jump roping video, hope you like it. I know that we do.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-70414822008560760112010-02-16T06:51:00.000-08:002010-02-16T07:04:05.368-08:00Dr. Oz<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiOeL3QdeddQ1HXvC-7DdSkEN6N_wijNyY_5ZKXl14xiPkdLk9TZ04sryr0fRQG_R0SPkNt_wEmFsoEOVyeYSi5UuchOS5UJe7kUPeYZetUXwQYHZH2oFpl4BfXHqqTq61lw-j24QKzbq/s1600-h/Dr.+Oz.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438857127213546994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiOeL3QdeddQ1HXvC-7DdSkEN6N_wijNyY_5ZKXl14xiPkdLk9TZ04sryr0fRQG_R0SPkNt_wEmFsoEOVyeYSi5UuchOS5UJe7kUPeYZetUXwQYHZH2oFpl4BfXHqqTq61lw-j24QKzbq/s320/Dr.+Oz.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I love watching Dr. Oz, talk about one smart doctor. He knows about everything. In my case, he also knows about brain tumors. I was able to meet with him in person, and he reviewed all of my medical findings. He told me that my doctors here at Vanderbilt where missing a large piece of the puzzle, and what they thought wasn't cancerous tissue was in deed very cancerous. I was also to have a bone marrow transplant as soon as possible. Dr. Oz was so kind as to escort me out of the room where my husband stayed waiting for my return. I talked with a nurse for a few minutes and asked her how this could have turned cancerous when I was almost guaranteed that it would stay benign. I told her about how the tumor was aggressive, and could lead to things like blindness if it went untreated but I was never told about the cancer. As I went back to my room, Kevin was just in tears and he told me that he had known about the cancer all along. He just didn't want to make me worried. </div><br /><div></div><div>So glad that this was only a DREAM, talk about giving some one a heart attack. Kevin always tells me that everything isn't a conspiracy theory. Maybe that's just my problem, I think everyone is out to get me including him. </div><br /><div></div><div>I'm still praying for good results come this spring/summer with the radiation results. Keep your fingers crossed that I don't end up going to see Dr. Oz.</div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-19279396335947865312010-02-14T10:42:00.000-08:002010-02-14T13:15:18.839-08:00Frosty the snowman<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWmGj8DVDjQjPKd6lUr28Dr_53cQcYocjfpfeycpZxdwWcRal1A1RP520dxRCgmOIsHogdhqxlNEqi0iu72-JxFBnBRk7bYO9iSxqpJOi0MvwMb66kqOUYDtKaZW9WRaICWjSXtXthKjg/s1600-h/december+09+062.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208895842640162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitWmGj8DVDjQjPKd6lUr28Dr_53cQcYocjfpfeycpZxdwWcRal1A1RP520dxRCgmOIsHogdhqxlNEqi0iu72-JxFBnBRk7bYO9iSxqpJOi0MvwMb66kqOUYDtKaZW9WRaICWjSXtXthKjg/s320/december+09+062.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4zLOiXObd9NfvRwJwycyCrJl_DDh6wIJMHDqaIqTA8M5WKUM626PcK8MZ6cq0l79SsE5y_9nygyqalNiBYI65APG4acsJo6v5xaP3GRgLfAfKdgaeeAAvIfo2OIOQCiLDLcoD4FJPfsZ/s1600-h/december+09+063.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208899276534722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4zLOiXObd9NfvRwJwycyCrJl_DDh6wIJMHDqaIqTA8M5WKUM626PcK8MZ6cq0l79SsE5y_9nygyqalNiBYI65APG4acsJo6v5xaP3GRgLfAfKdgaeeAAvIfo2OIOQCiLDLcoD4FJPfsZ/s320/december+09+063.jpg" /></a><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkI-FT6Wzd4lkUAO3khCE7q4oJ5hcAgpygy838Dh4GvHUnXCuapN_JQKjPcCV0N_GkhtlVEARAtCIG9Zt59_ZO75FHRElYl74xg0GxSwQb4asAjv5oT948S_EAPHTe_iXx_wFEpVGcp0t1/s1600-h/december+09+065.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208906164980578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkI-FT6Wzd4lkUAO3khCE7q4oJ5hcAgpygy838Dh4GvHUnXCuapN_JQKjPcCV0N_GkhtlVEARAtCIG9Zt59_ZO75FHRElYl74xg0GxSwQb4asAjv5oT948S_EAPHTe_iXx_wFEpVGcp0t1/s320/december+09+065.jpg" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3y8P4bG1FHfRS5PBMLcw5I9YmAssQFgVEkj8msOY5XxROPsncmQonqQrCEJ8RxrPJKsgjHf02nC_jMzYQyL_2c9eIXNqpOSBlI0K8-UMpbotETLRHKq58Be2T_1vyQDn7kCx956T1UPx/s1600-h/december+09+066.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208913012754290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3y8P4bG1FHfRS5PBMLcw5I9YmAssQFgVEkj8msOY5XxROPsncmQonqQrCEJ8RxrPJKsgjHf02nC_jMzYQyL_2c9eIXNqpOSBlI0K8-UMpbotETLRHKq58Be2T_1vyQDn7kCx956T1UPx/s320/december+09+066.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-o_1XlUN5WxgZVs1vQRbNsmhctQszYXZS3JFrGUK09PK9qkbonBJgNET92qpKqxATqNZCQ-sGIABDAvci8nxgzpXp8osX1mlHUC0tVNBSZfSL-EsBmXmA91amk3btYKOvlPTRFvPdjvX/s1600-h/december+09+050.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438208886776338946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-o_1XlUN5WxgZVs1vQRbNsmhctQszYXZS3JFrGUK09PK9qkbonBJgNET92qpKqxATqNZCQ-sGIABDAvci8nxgzpXp8osX1mlHUC0tVNBSZfSL-EsBmXmA91amk3btYKOvlPTRFvPdjvX/s320/december+09+050.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><div>Well you have heard me talk about our first snowfall of the year which only amounted to about 1/4 of a centimeter or so, hardly enough to make even a snowball. Then a greater surprise happened about two weeks later, we got more snow. This time we got about 4 inches which in Tennessee is a lot of snow. School was closed for 4 long days, and people were just going crazy about the snow. All of the kids around us were just enjoying the snow. We saw a lot of make shift sleds made out of laundry baskets, cardboard, swimming rings, and other stuff. It was pretty funny. It was even funnier watching our kids go outside to play and only wishing that we had snow gear for them. We don't have sleds, we don't have snowsuits, we don't have boots, and most importantly, we don't have a snow shovel. None of that even seemed to matter though, and the only thing our girls cared about was making a snowman.<br /><br /><div><div>With such a good snowfall the snowman making wasn't going to be a problem. Kevin ventured out with the girls, and the three of them made the perfect snowman. We snapped a few pictures of Frosty, and then everyone came back inside to warm up for a while. It wasn't but maybe 1o seconds later that we heard Kelsie screaming with her ever so pleasant scream about how there were some boys outside knocking over their snowman. Kevin literally was outside in the blink of an eye screaming at the top of his lungs, and informing the three little assailants outside ruining our precious snowman to get off of our property. They were riding on their dune buggy and said that it had spun out of control onto our lawn. Yeah whatever! Seeing the perfect trail that lead from the bottom of our driveway right to the snowman which was pretty close to our front door. I don't think so. Kevin pretty much scared the living daylights out of these boys. Over and over you just kept hearing the boys say, "we are sorry sir" Kevin was very forceful and repeatedly used the words "Get off of our property"! For some reason when the boys went to leave, their dumb little dune buggy got stuck. Without any sympathy, Kevin was counting for them to leave. As they were trying to push it out of the snow their bodies were seriously trembling. All the while, Kevin's counting down and telling them that the police are on the way over. I was watching from the door, and couldn't stop laughing. For starters, I had never seen Kevin raise his voice like that. Let's just say that I didn't know a voice like that could come out of such a small stature. Holy cow! Alyssa and Kelsie were crying hysterically, they said it was because they were scared of the way that Kevin was yelling. It didn't help either that their precious snowman was now just a pile of nothing. As the boys started running away without their dune buggy which was still on our grass, I told Kevin that maybe he could go and help the boys get their dune buggy unstuck. Very grudgingly, he went out and helped them. Basically the boys were told to never come back. I did see them riding their dune buggy later by our street. They turned around quickly as the were approaching our house. Just writing about the event doesn't even do justice. I wish that I had a video of it. It still is just making me laugh out loud. Frosty came back to life don't worry, this time he decided to be in the backyard instead of in the front yard. Nobody would bother him there. </div><br /><div>On a funnier side note: A couple of hours after this all happened, Kelsie comes to me and asks what a jerk is? I start getting upset wondering who told her about jerks. She then says, "Mom when those boys were here breaking our snowman, you said to "get off of our lawn you little jerks." Whoops, just when you think they aren't listening, they really are!</div></div></div></div></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-85995188584238722842010-02-12T14:34:00.001-08:002010-02-13T05:36:42.600-08:00The things you do for Love!or out of desperation for a baby who has been crying non-stop for days suffering with an ear infection. Audrey did make us laugh though even though she had been being so cranky. I was so glad that I could capture this on video. It's way too funny not to share. Enjoy the video.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-52875595776824947322010-02-12T14:33:00.001-08:002010-02-12T14:33:38.568-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NjAxMzk5MDIxOCZwdD*xMjY2MDE*MDE3OTUzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*2YWVhNzcwNDg4MDU*/NWE4OThlY2RjOGY1M2ZjNjQ2ZCZvZj*w.gif" /><embed width="600" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" allowNetworking="all" wmode="transparent" src="http://static.photobucket.com/player.swf?file=http://vid278.photobucket.com/albums/kk82/hptpreec/december09084.flv">Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-262753996793373642010-01-26T05:15:00.001-08:002010-01-26T05:16:30.345-08:00The start of a beautiful yearLife is back in session, and I get to be a Mom again. I don't know of anything that gets better than that? To top if off, I finished radiation treatments and won't be spending 12-15 hours a week at the hospital. YEAH! Since finishing radiation a couple of weeks ago, I have been getting followed by my little four year old who wants to know where I am at all times. The separation anxiety is starting to kick in a little. I have assured her that I won't be leaving her anytime soon. What a relief just to be home. I love it. Now, we are going to play a little waiting game to see if the radiation worked or not. In April and July, I will have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">MRI's</span> done. We will compare the two scans and hope to not see any new growth of tumors. I am <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">literally</span> on my hands and knees daily begging for a miracle. I truly am hoping for some great news! It has been a LONG road that's for sure.<br /><br />One more thing that doesn't have to do with radiation but I wanted to mention anyway was about the weather. Tennessee has been COLD lately. We started out the beginning of the month with SNOW. We got about 1/4 of an inch and school was closed for 3 days. Totally ridiculous that they closed school. I understand that the roads could be icy, and that the buses can't get up and down all of the hills, but people, I am talking the roads were 100% clear. As a kid, I would have loved school to close. I think that they might have closed school 1 day that I can remember. Oh well, what can we do about it? The kids sure have missed snow, and talk about it every winter. They were so excited to gear up and get outside to play. The most snow was in our driveway, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kelsie</span> even managed to do a snow angel. Alyssa managed to make a snowman, you might have to hold it in your hand but what the heck? It's snow, and that's all that matters. It was very nice to have water this year,and to not experience frozen pipes. Thanks to my husband for insulating the pipes this year.<br /><div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div>2010 is going to be a good year, I can feel it. We are already off to a great start I can feel it. Good things come to those who wait, and I feel that we have waited long enough. </div></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbqKlcG3NeaJ8eW9B9qf-9bw7xXTNjRijpxr3Krxrigk7O_Uj4Tis6U6RKnibfGKxuvd9pQOsCLhFzYgVpmvkFmGPoL1Gmie14C-dsmZG4j98Aeylv-7yS0B9bY7TO-yEfHqVScpnQsNx/s1600-h/december+09+040.jpg"><img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033470476487154" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlbqKlcG3NeaJ8eW9B9qf-9bw7xXTNjRijpxr3Krxrigk7O_Uj4Tis6U6RKnibfGKxuvd9pQOsCLhFzYgVpmvkFmGPoL1Gmie14C-dsmZG4j98Aeylv-7yS0B9bY7TO-yEfHqVScpnQsNx/s320/december+09+040.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaMQnxVB6thIanmM7KfSXKqU7EHYp8hjUA68LGTCAnTzNwVF7zdHqVA925MtAJPcXzHJJWoTEUFmXzp48kaZrFqlDLS7GrwnL8uAR4ylqMK2mt2KjjlaV9g2C4hAwUL17TAtMQBSbd2qW/s1600-h/december+09+044.jpg"><img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033483597365106" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZaMQnxVB6thIanmM7KfSXKqU7EHYp8hjUA68LGTCAnTzNwVF7zdHqVA925MtAJPcXzHJJWoTEUFmXzp48kaZrFqlDLS7GrwnL8uAR4ylqMK2mt2KjjlaV9g2C4hAwUL17TAtMQBSbd2qW/s320/december+09+044.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OJ_PF2c6oarON015NhV_gkyDYjW5LXR6OtMnyMZr-3keY-5O0SBHZJhm-8WhsDlHTbwM2WPUn9P6DYuik0p3ueUN29iKd4q5xh29wSi4AbNX3nINOd4TIfR8gouTFyB1oANfhTH4-tX4/s1600-h/december+09+042.jpg"><img style="width: 240px; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431033473200475026" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2OJ_PF2c6oarON015NhV_gkyDYjW5LXR6OtMnyMZr-3keY-5O0SBHZJhm-8WhsDlHTbwM2WPUn9P6DYuik0p3ueUN29iKd4q5xh29wSi4AbNX3nINOd4TIfR8gouTFyB1oANfhTH4-tX4/s320/december+09+042.jpg" border="0" /></a>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-24293489893180153412009-12-27T17:55:00.001-08:002009-12-27T20:01:21.975-08:00Merry ChristmasWhat would you know? Santa found us again this year. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kelsie</span> had a good question. She wanted to know how it was that Santa could land his sleigh when we didn't have any snow on the ground. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmmmm</span>, not sure about that but somehow it happened. For the record, we did get some snow this year. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kelsie</span> had to rush outside after the snowfall and measure the intake with her little snow measuring stick.The snow measured somewhere between .005-.008 cm. Pretty impressive if you ask me, and sadly to say it wasn't quite enough to even attempt making a snow ball. The kids really are missing the snow. Kevin and I aren't missing the snow at all.<br /><br />Our Christmas was really laid back this year and it was nice not having to rush out anywhere. Both Alyssa and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kelsie</span> were a little under the weather anyway on Christmas so it was nice just being able to relax at home with our own family.<br /><br />Sadly to say my heart wasn't in Christmas this year. The normal Christmas things that I usually find pleasure in just weren't the same for me this year. Fortunately other hearts were in the holiday spirit this year and really touched mine. So many people were looking out for us, and helped to make our holiday bright. I appreciate all of the love that was shown to us. We have such great friends, neighbors, and family members. I hope that next year I will be back to my normal holiday self.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-14253276812346039112009-12-26T14:29:00.001-08:002009-12-26T14:29:48.151-08:00<img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2MTg2NjU5OTQyMSZwdD*xMjYxODY2NjM*NTAwJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*2YWVhNzcwNDg4MDU*NWE4OThlY2RjOGY1M2ZjNjQ2ZCZvZj*w.gif" /><div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w278.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w278.photobucket.com/albums/kk82/hptpreec/39b2e4ac.pbw" height="360" width="480"><a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a><a href="http://s278.photobucket.com/albums/kk82/hptpreec/?action=view¤t=39b2e4ac.pbw" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" ></a></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-53403629838204064582009-12-10T09:07:00.000-08:002009-12-10T09:27:28.780-08:00Boys will be Boys<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AxvQZQCqmD7-ZIW8Zg5gqwf5b9zQkOs22OxMVs6yOSFPMbqGESzZ079xsc5F72ctaj8zsKh6spwgfe2DrBv4nHDpPWKE8G5gK7_BLZgX6y2ynUYxJ_-kEA7YqO3EVfWju1tRc5ZDBq70/s1600-h/November+2009+182.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413655614206991026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7AxvQZQCqmD7-ZIW8Zg5gqwf5b9zQkOs22OxMVs6yOSFPMbqGESzZ079xsc5F72ctaj8zsKh6spwgfe2DrBv4nHDpPWKE8G5gK7_BLZgX6y2ynUYxJ_-kEA7YqO3EVfWju1tRc5ZDBq70/s320/November+2009+182.jpg" /></a></p><div align="center">The mustache boys of anesthesiology<br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHY0kQjokSSxwKrmxenE2i91zYOxlAxZZ8nAdHbznBwlRUXNFU7U51TS-sPRvIxu4QeoXRaM3xEABZXHXPFaAsSASlsJNBJmY4Ox_9xPjXpzt4eDqQ6i9oc8nsQ-ltOpSM73T0bvXIcVFG/s1600-h/November+2009+177.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413655612293931698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHY0kQjokSSxwKrmxenE2i91zYOxlAxZZ8nAdHbznBwlRUXNFU7U51TS-sPRvIxu4QeoXRaM3xEABZXHXPFaAsSASlsJNBJmY4Ox_9xPjXpzt4eDqQ6i9oc8nsQ-ltOpSM73T0bvXIcVFG/s320/November+2009+177.jpg" /></a></p><br />Take a close look at Kevin in these pictures. Do you notice anything different about him? Yes, he is wearing a suit which only happens once in a blue moon but there is something else that is different? Oh, he has something growing on his face. You guessed it. Yes, he has a mustache, and Yes, I hate it.<br /><br />Kevin came home from work a while ago and told me that the men in his department were all going to be growing mustaches for the upcoming Christmas party. I have seen Kevin with a mustache one other time in the ten years that we have been married, and I did not let him go out in public with the thing. When he told me that he was going to do it yet again, I just tried to keep my opinions to myself. I said tried because I couldn't help myself, and every time that he talked to me, I would just laugh at him. He is hard to take seriously when he looks like a weird convict or something. I won't say out loud what I told him that he looks like but he seriously looked creepy with the stache. Even Leah and Audrey didn't hardly recogonize him with the fuzzy mess growing on his face.<br /><br />The Christmas party was last weekend, and Yes I had to be seen with him in public. It wasn't as bad as I expected and we had a really nice time despite my allergic reaction to scallops. Overall it was a pleasant experience.<br /><br />When Kevin returned to work this week, his stache didn't return with him. His co-workers were relieved to see that his razor had found his face, as was I.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-78164446089671781812009-12-06T12:21:00.000-08:002009-12-06T12:47:55.164-08:00One week down, many more to go!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyBORFpDmhLG_LnPBAzPxuehy32VMm1Am7k1P57eyMnhRfJ0caYLB7zpP9C8TJTfyIBW5SZZtoP-McTdvuDgE92A3wHq09_so2ujreCbqacZtIVSGiruRdIcChfwvDSzr3H48fxcAJUIq/s1600-h/November+2009+157.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412227507473740610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIyBORFpDmhLG_LnPBAzPxuehy32VMm1Am7k1P57eyMnhRfJ0caYLB7zpP9C8TJTfyIBW5SZZtoP-McTdvuDgE92A3wHq09_so2ujreCbqacZtIVSGiruRdIcChfwvDSzr3H48fxcAJUIq/s320/November+2009+157.jpg" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaafjnhvEpNDYbXAeBwiaEIfwLgFlb4kNjxo7uf6h9QYNnMyGx8JIZPdUFbESNOBEanPpzKmSdlqYtBi9Kib3orXgyk-pNh_zPen_KE6OKfOmq8r4gmLNkquL4HWfJt1ycaNUJotjnktu/s1600-h/November+2009+155.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 320px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412227499236430114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHaafjnhvEpNDYbXAeBwiaEIfwLgFlb4kNjxo7uf6h9QYNnMyGx8JIZPdUFbESNOBEanPpzKmSdlqYtBi9Kib3orXgyk-pNh_zPen_KE6OKfOmq8r4gmLNkquL4HWfJt1ycaNUJotjnktu/s320/November+2009+155.jpg" /></a><br /><div>I have officially survived one week of radiation. What a week it has been. I feel like I have been pretty much living in the radiation oncology department. I have to go Monday-Friday and luckily have weekends and holidays off. It's not as bad as I imagined it to be and not painful at all. I had heard a lot of horror stories about radiation. You know the stories, My friends cousins husband's wife had radiation and her face got burned so bad that you couldn't even recognize her afterwards. Yes, those kids of stories. Everyone always has a story don't they? Well, so far no burns, no vomiting, and no hair loss. I have felt a little more run down than usual, and my eyes seem dry. Other than that, really I don't have much to complain about.<br /><br /><div>I have met some incredible people in the radiation oncology department. It's surprisingly a really good place to hear some incredible stories of courage and endurance. As I have talked to many patients this week, we have all come up with the same conclusion. What gets us through this is our attitude. We have to remain positive and have faith that things are going to work out. Sometimes that's hard to do, but I know there is a lot of truth to that.</div><br /><div>I am really hopeful that this will be the last of my treatment as it is really the last resort. I will continue radiation through the first week of January, and then will have an MRI in the spring to see if this worked or not. By the time we find out the results, we will have been going at this for three years. I was diagonosed with the tumor on Alyssa's 5th birthday and it would be so nice to have it gone by her 8th birthday. </div><br /><div>Radiation has advanced tremendoulsy, and there are so many complex procedures to ensure that they are only getting the radiation to the exact location that they are wanting. What I am having done is called fractionated radiation. Instead of one large dose of radiation, I am having several small doses over six weeks of time. I wear a mesh mask over my face which looks awesome by the way, and then I lay on a table for about 20 minutes while some x-rays and radiation beams are shooting into my body. It's hard to describe the feeling after radiation. It's a lot like having the life zapped out of you. As soon as I start walking out to my car, I feel normal again. </div></div>Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-29474594796755706162009-12-01T05:03:00.001-08:002009-12-01T05:03:32.285-08:00Ice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDWEtOwfS7ophw3LS7VtwR8msoInOE8P-8IwkHDV0j3QpQraRs62AcdmbFxZFQ4ohcMlxcSD1mRkhfWp6drjuqRDug93TnnGR9giCLxVUVaPQdtf6MieGdfbFsjYgg4Cmz5TdzrlXGox7_/s1600/November+2009+073.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410251379048207522" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDWEtOwfS7ophw3LS7VtwR8msoInOE8P-8IwkHDV0j3QpQraRs62AcdmbFxZFQ4ohcMlxcSD1mRkhfWp6drjuqRDug93TnnGR9giCLxVUVaPQdtf6MieGdfbFsjYgg4Cmz5TdzrlXGox7_/s320/November+2009+073.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYPjJZ3oI79YIPLTGS2_sVN3RoASbZpPN2FQMrTO-5zI6mJLgOcLw5wxp5Ls4Rh7P-ruQtw8mNwHZhZ_CrWN-QmBwNKaFALi1fDjFpY5dzkM0_9oU3Eap_7hauXnoXEl2E5r0PgAR7jrBs/s1600/November+2009+082.jpg"><img style="width: 320px; 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The admission is very expensive and it would have cost our family over $80.00 to go. Kevin was able to get some free tickets from work and so we decided to check it out. All of the sculptures are hand carved out of colored ice, and the work is incredible. As you get ready to enter you are given a lovely blue parka to wear as it is only eight degrees inside where the sculptures are. Mind you I have now lived in Tennessee for eighteen months and no longer remember the freezing cold. As we all put her parka's on and walked inside, we could see our breath. It was so cold, and the kids and I just kept saying over and over, "This is what it was like in Utah, and we are freezing." Seriously it was so cold, but really neat to see. Afterwards we warmed up with some hot chocolate and then walked back to our van in the nice 70 degree weather.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5598723360489074439.post-75996941000670790362009-11-25T19:13:00.000-08:002009-11-25T19:20:50.836-08:00These pictures were taken at Kelsie's preschool and I think they turned out cute, despite the kids all with their deer in headlights look. Oh well, can't complain too much especially when the pictures were free. Each family received a free package of pictures that included 1 8x10, 2 5x7's, 8 wallets, and some cute Christmas cards.<br /><br />Speaking of pictures, we have none on our computer. All was lost after we got our computer back. I try not to think about it because it just makes me sick thinking about it. I am grateful that at least I will be able to print off some pictures from our blog, and from some other companies who I have ordered pictures from in the past. What a precious thing to lose though.<br /><br />We are looking forward to a wonderful Thanksgiving tomorrow. Hopefully it will go better than last year. Kevin has Thanksgiving off, and it will be great spending some time together as a family.Trishahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13617403820226333316noreply@blogger.com5