tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34049908132689424852024-03-13T08:14:07.439-05:00thE EvEry dAy ShaNanAgiNsJesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.comBlogger61125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-63059825997167184922009-07-22T00:31:00.002-05:002009-07-22T00:39:27.779-05:00in Week 3I've overcome the wanting to stop when I'm almost there, and don't find anything turning into cramps or pains either. The other night while I was out, I didn't want to stop running. I wanted to just keep going! I'm pretty sure this is a good sign.<br />The weather has been terrible! Well terrible for July. It's summer, which means no jackets, no socks/tennis shoes needed, and the sun's out for you to play in. Instead summer is currently sweatshirts with hoods up and throwing the flip flops into the back of the closet which also means no flip flop tan line, one of my favorite things about summer. How long will this last!!??<br />Ok I here a little one stirring so I better call it quits for the night, and off to the land of dreams filled with sunshine and waves rushing over my feet while I dig them into the sand....Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-31746519772978377792009-07-07T12:27:00.002-05:002009-07-07T12:35:15.829-05:00Running UpdateLast week was week one. I ran 5 out of the 6 days (started on Monday). I'm not exactly doing it like it's mapped out on the site, only because I don't have anything to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">gauge</span> 90 seconds or whatever the time is. So I have a one mile loop that I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">alternate</span> running/walking.<br /><br />Last night I ran .5 mile without stopping and without feeling like I was going to die. I thought that was a great <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accomplishment</span>! I walked about 2.5 blocks and then ran the rest of the way home (and I made it up the Culver's hill without death too!).<br /><br />The rest of the week I close, which means two things I'd have to run at like 1 a.m. after work, or get up at 6 to run before Abe leaves for work. Oh I guess there is a 3rd option, run during the hottest time of the day. Not sure which one is the best or which one will really happen....Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-13784813009212848392009-06-29T14:36:00.003-05:002009-06-29T14:51:48.228-05:00Maybe today..Yesterday I bought a new pair of running shoes.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SkkZj1CVFwI/AAAAAAAAApY/YkfYbTqz05w/s1600-h/shoe.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352837735429510914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SkkZj1CVFwI/AAAAAAAAApY/YkfYbTqz05w/s320/shoe.jpg" /></a> The lady at the shoe store was so helpful! I actually got shoes that will help my flat feet instead of just picking a pair that I liked the colors of and was in my price range. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Unfortunately</span>, the choices available to me didn't fall in either of these <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">categories</span>! These were the best of the 3, and the cheapest although they were still in the $100 range. The runner-up was a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Saucony</span> pair that was royal blue and white. So these will be just for running and not every day wear.<br /><div>This morning was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">supposed</span> to be the start of my <a href="http://www.coolrunning.com/engine/2/2_3/181.shtml">couch to 5k</a>. Husband was successful at getting up and running before 6, and then it was my turn. Well, I AM NOT a morning person so I opted to stay in bed and sleep. Hopefully I can do it after work tonight so I can stay on track.</div><div>On a side note: Last night at the store the clerk said, "I didn't know you were expecting." And it left me wondering do I really look like I am?? Anyone knowing me should please say "no" you look great or I may punch you!</div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-80458720107838335162009-06-21T20:54:00.002-05:002009-06-21T20:57:36.580-05:00SUMMER!<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sj7krZml1BI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3z5sEMHspBQ/s1600-h/sand+heart.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349964841620984850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sj7krZml1BI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3z5sEMHspBQ/s320/sand+heart.jpg" /></a> Hope everyone enjoyed their first day of summer!!</div><div align="center">We started with key lime pie for breakfast. :)</div><div align="center">Then we spent the rest of the day playing in the yard.</div><div align="center">It was a perfect first day of summer!<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-26116640957958503012009-06-12T11:26:00.003-05:002009-06-12T11:35:08.568-05:00Schools out for Summer!<div align="center"><br />And it's finally starting to look like summer around here too! The sun is finally out after weeks of hiding, and we can play outside without coats on. Now I need to reorganize the choas and figure out some sort of summer schedule to avoid feeling to overwelmed. I've got flowers waiting to be planted, a garden that needs planting, and a house to clean. Life is full of things to do!<br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SjKCm4Zh5KI/AAAAAAAAApI/kV8Bshb37Jc/s1600-h/dscf1344.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346479312128304290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SjKCm4Zh5KI/AAAAAAAAApI/kV8Bshb37Jc/s320/dscf1344.jpg" /> <p align="center"></a>Leigha hanging out with her teacher at the end of the year picnic....</p><p align="center">Good-bye 4k, hello kindergarten!</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-32481849021853113962009-05-19T13:04:00.002-05:002009-05-19T13:13:19.753-05:00When it comes down to picking...When it comes down to picking what I'm going to do with my "free time" now that the weather is warming up, kids are almost done with school, and hubby has potential of another lay-off so I'm back to work, blogging isn't high on the list. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Unfortunately</span> for my family, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">neither</span> are laundry or dishes. <br />Things are bad when cereal is being eaten out of your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Tupperware</span> with plastic disposable spoons, and when your eldest needs socks you give her a pair of yours. Yeah that's kinda what it's like around here.<br />Last weekend we did get to go out by ourselves, his parents took the girls. Abe took me to some fabric shops in search of cream/polka dot material. We went out to eat and then to golf shops for him. Of course it was a pretty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">leisure</span> filled day until reality hit and I needed to stop playing with putters and looking at hybrids and come home and get ready for work. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ahh</span> the beauty of restaurant work...it's never 9-5 five days a week!<br />And now I need to accomplish some inside work, got all my weeding done and lawn mowed this morning, before I head to work tonight.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-44387400220974685062009-04-24T11:59:00.004-05:002009-04-24T12:24:38.519-05:00A Week in Review<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw3tiUyRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_UAB26JiTdA/s1600-h/2009_0424leaves0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328304674063042834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw3tiUyRI/AAAAAAAAAlI/_UAB26JiTdA/s320/2009_0424leaves0011.JPG" border="0" /></a> There was bike riding<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw3QcKRqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Jp9AY1mZty4/s1600-h/2009_0424leaves0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328304666252560034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw3QcKRqI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Jp9AY1mZty4/s320/2009_0424leaves0008.JPG" border="0" /></a>Sidewalks drawn on</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfH0ZxPgNSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5rBHusk2ngA/s1600-h/2009_0424leaves0014.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328308557708277026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfH0ZxPgNSI/AAAAAAAAAlg/5rBHusk2ngA/s320/2009_0424leaves0014.JPG" border="0" /></a>Cookies were made<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw38qdelI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8XA_dS7T9Kg/s1600-h/2009_0424leaves0016.JPG"></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw4aOCaSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Vdhl6CJ1aAI/s1600-h/2009_0424leaves0019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328304686057548066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw4aOCaSI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Vdhl6CJ1aAI/s320/2009_0424leaves0019.JPG" border="0" /></a> Princess hair was done, prince and princess outfits found, and a tea party was had<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SfHw38qdelI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/8XA_dS7T9Kg/s1600-h/2009_0424leaves0016.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-31378506744060698752009-04-22T00:04:00.002-05:002009-04-22T00:15:00.243-05:00Canucks Sweep Series<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Se6lXfKFrtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/58-szg6JZ-E/s1600-h/apr2109_blues30_big.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327377232145264338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Se6lXfKFrtI/AAAAAAAAAkw/58-szg6JZ-E/s320/apr2109_blues30_big.jpg" border="0" /></a> I love this because it's so intense, and because they made it to the next round! They beat the Blues tonight 3-2 in OT, sweeping the series 4-0.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-40850607130205981072009-04-17T08:34:00.001-05:002009-04-17T08:36:48.365-05:00Smile<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SeiFsTyKgVI/AAAAAAAAAko/hkbGuTDXrCc/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325653555637027154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SeiFsTyKgVI/AAAAAAAAAko/hkbGuTDXrCc/s320/2009_0402leaves0005.JPG" border="0" /></a> This brought one to our faces!<br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-55347340943990777552009-04-04T10:00:00.000-05:002009-04-04T10:00:00.636-05:00Circus<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZOKlxIAsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/agezQ1bBmUI/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525953628635842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZOKlxIAsI/AAAAAAAAAjg/agezQ1bBmUI/s320/2009_0402leaves0021.JPG" border="0" /></a> Leigha's 4k class had their circus this week. It was quite the show! There were clowns, lions and tigers, strong men, dancers, and acrobats. I asked a little boy, front row third from left, where he got his muscles expecting "from eating vegetables"..instead "my mom ordered them for me." If it were only that easy!</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZOKIk6bcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TTG2kZnjQ9o/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525945792785858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZOKIk6bcI/AAAAAAAAAjY/TTG2kZnjQ9o/s320/2009_0402leaves0028.JPG" border="0" /></a>Her talent amazes me!!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZOJ58BknI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kfRRpIRzOug/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320525941863191154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZOJ58BknI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/kfRRpIRzOug/s320/2009_0402leaves0013.JPG" border="0" /></a> This was after many tears of not wanting to wear her clown shoes (her shoes inside a pair of Abe's- it was awesome but she wanted nothing to do with it) and not wanting her face painted. The clown behind her isn't exactly angry, they hug themselves in line and make a bubble in their mouth.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-3118691214680434722009-04-01T09:57:00.006-05:002009-04-03T12:54:20.553-05:00Library Love<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZLCuOuaqI/AAAAAAAAAio/c_QStJq9zCA/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522519926434466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZLCuOuaqI/AAAAAAAAAio/c_QStJq9zCA/s320/2009_0402leaves0006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Seeing these on the table just makes me smile!!!</div><div align="center"></div><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZL-47yDFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/AdJ0xaOClhM/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523553591921746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZL-47yDFI/AAAAAAAAAi4/AdJ0xaOClhM/s320/2009_0402leaves0008.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Sara really liked this one<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZL-1saQpI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RVUbSbtO1ho/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523552722141842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZL-1saQpI/AAAAAAAAAjA/RVUbSbtO1ho/s320/2009_0402leaves0009.JPG" border="0" /></a> The line continues through the house, and there are tons of things to find on each page<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZL_GpY4rI/AAAAAAAAAjI/P9jDHAeKNhk/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320523557272871602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZL_GpY4rI/AAAAAAAAAjI/P9jDHAeKNhk/s320/2009_0402leaves0011.JPG" border="0" /></a> The toy box was one of her favorite pages<br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZLDRxQjuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jjz0I0ymNGY/s1600-h/2009_0402leaves0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320522529466519266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdZLDRxQjuI/AAAAAAAAAiw/jjz0I0ymNGY/s320/2009_0402leaves0007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The only down side to having these books....I had to "order" them from other libraries so when they came in, they all came at the same time, and I haven't been able to spend quality time with any of them. And then when I would crack one open, I felt like I was cheating on the other ones and they weren't getting their fair share of my attention. The plus side is that all of these are now on my wish list along with the Denyse Schmidt book (hint hint..and you know who you are)<br /></div><br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-15823136484882257642009-04-01T09:55:00.000-05:002009-04-01T09:56:49.730-05:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdOAgBFlklI/AAAAAAAAAig/noNybbWpCBA/s1600-h/2009_0323leaves0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319736872390726226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SdOAgBFlklI/AAAAAAAAAig/noNybbWpCBA/s320/2009_0323leaves0002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Cuz that's how she rolls<br /><br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-55698788586674758822009-03-21T00:50:00.009-05:002009-03-23T11:34:07.203-05:005<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sce5CxKkhbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kttSW9E4MP8/s1600-h/2009_0323leaves0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316421342342710706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sce5CxKkhbI/AAAAAAAAAiI/kttSW9E4MP8/s320/2009_0323leaves0008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><div align="center">I can't believe she's 5!<br /></div><div align="center">It was yesterday and I had her cradled in my arms, I swear it was.</div><br /><div align="center">I love</div><div align="center">all her nonsense stories, although hard to pick out fact from fiction</div><div align="center">her cute nose</div><div align="center">her need for the perfect clomp shoes</div><div align="center">that apparently the school feeds them mac in cheese every day</div><div align="center">her giggles that never stop</div><div align="center">that she's a robot, yes she feels like a robot (don't we all sometimes?)</div><div align="center">that she IS going to be a ballerina when she grows up</div><div align="center">her kisses she gives</div><div align="center">the cuddles we get to have together</div><div align="center">that she's all mine<br /><br /></div><div align="center">Happy 5th Birthday Leigha Belle!<br /><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sce4f7wEFQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/h1L3M9kgdy8/s1600-h/2009_0323leaves0003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420743888901378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sce4f7wEFQI/AAAAAAAAAhw/h1L3M9kgdy8/s320/2009_0323leaves0003.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Her cake thanks to Jewel and Family Fun magazine</div><br /><br /><div align="center">And when asked what it's like - "Being 5 is fun!"</div><br /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sce4gm5wAzI/AAAAAAAAAiA/v0JuBaGtRPw/s1600-h/2009_0323leaves0033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316420755472253746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/Sce4gm5wAzI/AAAAAAAAAiA/v0JuBaGtRPw/s320/2009_0323leaves0033.JPG" border="0" /></a> Birthday girl all partied out!</div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-51184120561799134622009-03-18T11:13:00.003-05:002009-03-18T11:31:35.713-05:00End of Season<div align="center"><div align="left">It seems like yesterday we were down at the rink sweeping and helping get it ready to open, and now it's time to close the doors until next fall. The girls had a great year. There may have been some crying, kicking, and protesting when she would realize there was practice, but she came around and skated every line change the last couple of games. I think the season just got a little long for her, 5 1/2 months, but she'll be back next year. Eve will move up a level next year so now we'll have to figure out how to juggle all the scheduling conflicts that will come with that. Abe got elected to the board for the next three years, and I know that he will help the league out by spreading his passion for the game to others. </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/ScEeh0eOX5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/fxoCCLHSLU4/s1600-h/2009_0318leaves0294.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562601643827090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/ScEeh0eOX5I/AAAAAAAAAhg/fxoCCLHSLU4/s320/2009_0318leaves0294.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a></p>Leigha is number 7, and I'm on the far right<br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/ScEehiTD9SI/AAAAAAAAAhY/U_XPlwrHsZg/s1600-h/2009_0318leaves0309.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314562596765168930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/ScEehiTD9SI/AAAAAAAAAhY/U_XPlwrHsZg/s320/2009_0318leaves0309.JPG" border="0" /></a>Eve and Abe lining up at the face off <p align="center"><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/ScEhkHRKomI/AAAAAAAAAho/Hlzi3wksfyE/s1600-h/2009_0318leaves0312.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314565939583951458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/ScEhkHRKomI/AAAAAAAAAho/Hlzi3wksfyE/s320/2009_0318leaves0312.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><p align="center">Most of the family-Sara was cheering from the bleachers</p><br /><p align="left">Until next year...<br /><br /><br /></p></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-36480437613752155022009-03-17T13:00:00.003-05:002009-03-17T13:18:49.422-05:00What My Week Has Been LikeFirst let me preface this to say I AM NOT a morning person.<br />For the last week, including yesterday and today, I have got 8 kids to school with the 2 year old in tow. My <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">FIL</span> had them dressed and fed so I only had to do <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">every one's</span> hair, and of course get my 3 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">completely</span> ready, and off to school by 8. And looking back, we weren't late once!!!<br />And when I felt relief that last Friday was the last day of babysitting and early morning dash offs to the in-laws were done, I had to continue this week. And again, had to push back my plan for actually getting Eve's room together- this really has changed my routine of things. Also I'm trying to get ready for Leigha's birthday party on Saturday, yes this is the year of on time parties! Of course my house is still near disaster level with hockey gear tripping you when you come through the front door, hopefully I can address this tomorrow.<br />The potty training is going well. She has no problem telling us, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">everyone</span> else within 2 aisles at the store, "I HAVE TO GO POTTY!!" And she doesn't stop saying it until you take her so there's no getting around it. Of course there are the many, many, many false alarms, but what can I do? I know I will keep taking her.<br />All right now I'm going to try to sneak in a shower, yes really nice to start my day now, and a quick craft project before the afternoon chaos starts.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-64378828934504862842009-03-10T13:03:00.001-05:002009-03-10T13:13:25.877-05:00I Guess it's Time<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbarxEwWgBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rOUAXHHg0Z8/s1600-h/2009_0309leaves0451.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311621670108561426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbarxEwWgBI/AAAAAAAAAhA/rOUAXHHg0Z8/s320/2009_0309leaves0451.JPG" border="0" /></a> I had her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">completely</span> dressed, and the outfit matched it was great. While I was doing dishes she took off her pants and diaper went potty on the toilet, went upstairs to her room, got undies (and even had them on the right way!), took off the long sleeve shirt, got a new shirt, and came back down stairs. She stood in the doorway and looked me right in the eyes and said "Underwear." She did excellent yesterday with only one accident that somehow only dribbled down her leg a bit. Goodbye baby, hello big girl! (Insert all tears here because she is my last little one, and this is just one more step towards being a big girl. And now tears aside, have you noticed how potty training is kind of like breastfeeding? It seems like you are doing one thing all day long!)Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-74436897187855767262009-03-06T07:09:00.002-06:002009-03-06T07:18:39.748-06:00Hello Sun<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbEhCTyGcjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6zbcK6EhsOs/s1600-h/2009_0304leaves0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061759200391730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbEhCTyGcjI/AAAAAAAAAgI/6zbcK6EhsOs/s320/2009_0304leaves0012.JPG" border="0" /></a> "Mama, pleeeeeease can I ride my bike?"<br /> <a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbEhCx1e64I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8hZfsh0Hz9E/s1600-h/2009_0304leaves0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061767267642242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbEhCx1e64I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/8hZfsh0Hz9E/s320/2009_0304leaves0013.JPG" border="0" /></a>This bike ride only lasted a short time because she claimed "those little wheels are NOT working."<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbEhDLXUZgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0f67R5yj88E/s1600-h/2009_0304leaves0015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310061774120445442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SbEhDLXUZgI/AAAAAAAAAgY/0f67R5yj88E/s320/2009_0304leaves0015.JPG" border="0" /></a>I couldn't keep her out of the puddles or the slush.</div><div align="center">I think 5 seconds after this she fell right on her butt. </div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-89992079689020154932009-02-28T08:00:00.000-06:002009-02-28T08:00:00.635-06:00Happy Birthday to Me<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahRh5-D1qI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wrAlkUepUbE/s1600-h/2009_0227leaves0013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307581803794781858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahRh5-D1qI/AAAAAAAAAgA/wrAlkUepUbE/s320/2009_0227leaves0013.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:courier new;">This is what my 29 looks like!</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">Today I'll spend it with my family at a hockey game and then skating with the players.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">A party had been mentioned by newly adopted hockey family member, but let's be serious S, when people found out you'ld be there, they would already have plans to find stop sign yellow, match things with cougar blue, and poorly shovel sidewalks for friends. Besides, I'll already be spending my day with the most important people anyway!</span></div></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-13512420824169974542009-02-27T14:01:00.005-06:002009-02-27T14:47:26.698-06:00Bath Time<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQeHG7N1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/mVky2OTsbUU/s1600-h/2009_0227leaves0012.JPG"></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQdwXFOZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/U6wGfcdn-qs/s1600-h/2009_0227leaves0009.JPG"></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQdeXAUpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dRtX_qxQnbI/s1600-h/2009_0227leaves0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307580628152111762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQdeXAUpI/AAAAAAAAAfo/dRtX_qxQnbI/s320/2009_0227leaves0008.JPG" border="0" /></a>It's must be in their genes, that all kids love baths. Wait, kids love playing in the tub maybe not so much the cleaning part of the bath. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Unfortunately,</span> Wisconsin winters don't really make baths very enjoyable. The kids can play for a bit, and before I can get to the washing up they've turned into teeth chattering blue prunes. I try to trick them into taking showers, Sara I can usually get excited by asking her if she wants to shower with mom, yes the beauty of having girls. And I can get her done in minutes so this really helps the day out. <div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQdwXFOZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/U6wGfcdn-qs/s1600-h/2009_0227leaves0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307580632984271250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQdwXFOZI/AAAAAAAAAfw/U6wGfcdn-qs/s320/2009_0227leaves0009.JPG" border="0" /></a>Leigha on the other hand would rather climb her bed today. She is using a tie from a dress I made as her rope, I told her this doesn't look like a good idea and she IS going to get hurt, she climbs anyway.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQeHG7N1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/mVky2OTsbUU/s1600-h/2009_0227leaves0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307580639090521938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahQeHG7N1I/AAAAAAAAAf4/mVky2OTsbUU/s320/2009_0227leaves0012.JPG" border="0" /></a> I can usually get Eve and Leigha to shower together, but this sometimes turns into a giggle fest followed by a very wet floor, yes the floor gets soaked even with showers. I'm thinking eventually they'll master keeping more of the water IN the shower than out. I did. :)<br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">A project from February<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahHQJGwV1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/iCZhEvKKus4/s1600-h/2009_0223leaves0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307570503503861586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SahHQJGwV1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/iCZhEvKKus4/s320/2009_0223leaves0009.JPG" border="0" /></a> The girls working on <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">their</span> <a href="http://houseonhillroad.typepad.com/my_weblog/2009/02/kids-artist-trading-card-swap.html"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ATC</span></a>, and Sara just painting up a big blue blob.</div></div></div></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-25244891239215526532009-02-24T09:40:00.001-06:002009-02-24T09:43:27.635-06:00Because we Need to be Practical<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SaQVQpdTTRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WhZcY_ljiXc/s1600-h/scan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306389636700130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SaQVQpdTTRI/AAAAAAAAAfY/WhZcY_ljiXc/s320/scan.jpg" border="0" /></a> You know garbage spies or garbage cans not much <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">difference</span><br /><br /></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-34658070002304506762009-02-17T11:16:00.002-06:002009-02-17T11:27:34.864-06:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrxzWuc0xI/AAAAAAAAAco/-9ciWFzNvZY/s1600-h/2009_0217leaves0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303817375758209810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrxzWuc0xI/AAAAAAAAAco/-9ciWFzNvZY/s320/2009_0217leaves0004.JPG" border="0" /></a> Doesn't everyone wear hockey skates and p.j.s around the house?</div><div align="center"><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrx1vkhgCI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jQrGQkHcLLU/s1600-h/2009_0217leaves0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303817416787197986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrx1vkhgCI/AAAAAAAAAdA/jQrGQkHcLLU/s320/2009_0217leaves0007.JPG" border="0" /></a> shoulder pads<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrx1BqzQKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xCwDo3lBOAc/s1600-h/2009_0217leaves0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303817404465496226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrx1BqzQKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/xCwDo3lBOAc/s320/2009_0217leaves0006.JPG" border="0" /></a> breezers aka hockey pants<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrxz8FeUtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/un02jFM6HHY/s1600-h/2009_0217leaves0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303817385786888914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SZrxz8FeUtI/AAAAAAAAAcw/un02jFM6HHY/s320/2009_0217leaves0005.JPG" border="0" /></a>new skates<br /><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">And these are my recent "gifts" from Abe. I'm so very excited!! We played again on Sunday night in the amateur hockey league at the rink. I think I might finally be getting the stopping thing down (which is slightly important in successful hockey playing). I"ll keep you posted on my progress, because my goal IS to ref mites by next season. </div></div>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-11175662605816678642009-02-05T13:36:00.003-06:002009-02-05T13:54:34.912-06:00Finally Giving In"Mom, me play with <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tah</span>-toe?"<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYtCPpIc94I/AAAAAAAAAbg/CF8NIgAaWxM/s1600-h/2009_0205leaves0006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402223038297986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYtCPpIc94I/AAAAAAAAAbg/CF8NIgAaWxM/s320/2009_0205leaves0006.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And after days of asking, I finally let them play with play dough. I seriously think it was created by the devil, because no mom would inflict the amount of clean-up this requires on another mom. Aside from the clean-up, there is always the chunks that get stuck on their clothes and socks. I unfortunately limit play dough playing. And I feel very guilty for this, because I can remember playing with this stuff for hours and making all sorts of things. Of course when I was little all of mine was inevitable that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">redish</span>-brown color that mixing all the colors together creates, another pet peeve of mine that also limits the number of colors they can play with. When will I through this all into the wind and just let play be play with all the colors and all the do-dads that our play dough factory has (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">shhh</span>...they didn't get to play with this today..the clean-up is crazy!)?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYtCPYTkM2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/iyKnusI6HHI/s1600-h/2009_0205leaves0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402218521506658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYtCPYTkM2I/AAAAAAAAAbY/iyKnusI6HHI/s320/2009_0205leaves0005.JPG" border="0" /></a>I had to include this one of Sara too. She has Eve's underwear around her waist with Leigha's pajama pants. I tried to take them off and she insisted,"Underwear on." ...whatever.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYtCO2ECfOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DpxnCN7BDxs/s1600-h/2009_0205leaves0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299402209329577186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYtCO2ECfOI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/DpxnCN7BDxs/s320/2009_0205leaves0004.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">And I leave the room for 5 seconds and half a box of toothpicks gets used! She was on a roll today. She drew all over herself, Sara, and her bedspread. It's been quite the day! </p><p></p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-29143426456184720142009-02-03T12:02:00.006-06:002009-02-03T12:23:31.483-06:00Skating Races<div align="left">On Sunday the girls participated in the skating races here in town. Leigha got a first in each of her events! Maybe I should mention she was the only competitor in the 4 year old class, but she still got as many cheers from the crowd as all the other kids so that was awesome. Eve got a first in the 2 length race, to the end and back. She even hockey stopped at the finish which was so cool to see her spraying ice up on the competition!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiJMfeDkWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/h_7Jidhnv_g/s1600-h/2009_0201leaves0003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635809300386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiJMfeDkWI/AAAAAAAAAaI/h_7Jidhnv_g/s320/2009_0201leaves0003.JPG" border="0" /></a> Leigha on her way back to cross the finish line</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiJM7u2A3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SSkL0cDBNdg/s1600-h/2009_0201leaves0004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635816886993778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiJM7u2A3I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/SSkL0cDBNdg/s320/2009_0201leaves0004.JPG" border="0" /></a>7-9 yr old class lining up</div><div align="center"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiJN2IJPbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AdEwHz6C5SU/s1600-h/2009_0201leaves0005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298635832562367922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiJN2IJPbI/AAAAAAAAAaY/AdEwHz6C5SU/s320/2009_0201leaves0005.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Eve on her way back for the win</p><p align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiKc2k1w1I/AAAAAAAAAag/49fBD7cBMGA/s1600-h/2009_0201leaves0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298637189892391762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiKc2k1w1I/AAAAAAAAAag/49fBD7cBMGA/s320/2009_0201leaves0010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Leigha competing in the 2 oval</p><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiKcwc4pBI/AAAAAAAAAao/F6YiQEakcFA/s1600-h/2009_0201leaves0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298637188248413202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SYiKcwc4pBI/AAAAAAAAAao/F6YiQEakcFA/s320/2009_0201leaves0008.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Eve in her 2 oval race</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-40133355587297375432009-01-27T06:27:00.002-06:002009-01-27T06:31:21.374-06:00So I think I will be taking a brief absence. It has become apparent to me, that I am way to sidetracked/angry/confused/feeling lost that I have nothing I feel like sharing, which is probably when you should share. I'm not even sure what exactly provoked this wonderful time in my life, but it's here and now I have to work through it.Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3404990813268942485.post-20044669714085004722009-01-19T22:23:00.005-06:002009-01-19T22:42:54.606-06:00What do they say about a kept promise?<div align="left">Dear Self,</div><div align="left">You're awesome!! It may need a shelf or two, and we know you want a bookcase for your fabric for easy access, but way to go!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">So are you going to tackle photos next? Gees...calm down I was just wondering.</div><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">-Jess</div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SXVTTL30qLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-1-WXFaUqMU/s1600-h/2009_0119leaves0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293228526113433778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SXVTTL30qLI/AAAAAAAAAZY/-1-WXFaUqMU/s320/2009_0119leaves0007.JPG" border="0" /></a> The top box has things to fix (ugg..)</div><div align="center">The bottom is fabric for future projects..like after all the fixing</div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SXVTTm5TGPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/G8PNLNlkS3M/s1600-h/2009_0119leaves0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293228533367380210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SXVTTm5TGPI/AAAAAAAAAZg/G8PNLNlkS3M/s320/2009_0119leaves0008.JPG" border="0" /></a> Eventually I'd like my sewing machine on my desk</div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SXVTTk5w1bI/AAAAAAAAAZo/e0ysC0Qc4Hw/s1600-h/2009_0119leaves0009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293228532832458162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4CngEx6U5H4/SXVTTk5w1bI/AAAAAAAAAZo/e0ysC0Qc4Hw/s320/2009_0119leaves0009.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">There's one stack of pictures that needs attention<br />Jannie- don't look to close because I see your present I forgot!</p>Jesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14656114480260674315noreply@blogger.com0