tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21381808924002494962024-02-21T10:26:57.448-05:00Robison's RealityLisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-88802054796432085592010-03-02T21:38:00.003-05:002010-03-02T21:47:02.942-05:00Pictures (to go with the new post)Of course they're backwards.... Oh well, I'm sure you get the picture (no pun intended)!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4k0nT-2wlJ3O1ZxwjY5mpH46tuEg7Ecf2uqsRcQs4N7EELyU78oi8wCB3r4IEW137lWBJ2em5sd0-osfENZvO2nyPMWlEuiF3ua6vfJtgk1OEn2tbvJ2MANtNkZkyMCSkipeoTRAW35Ec/s1600-h/DSC_0762.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232595898936322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4k0nT-2wlJ3O1ZxwjY5mpH46tuEg7Ecf2uqsRcQs4N7EELyU78oi8wCB3r4IEW137lWBJ2em5sd0-osfENZvO2nyPMWlEuiF3ua6vfJtgk1OEn2tbvJ2MANtNkZkyMCSkipeoTRAW35Ec/s400/DSC_0762.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrbzF7sdH5H5SQeGTGmZf8OxcN2KebzFmnnI2FTHYVhfrTck-4XHUPUtwwShI3qY383ajlth2WbHtkgepxMh6tUYXlN_-RcPRDAejJp30_A_kejnvPmWFpZUhF0JuwKZv6gFnlqQl1hFz/s1600-h/DSC_0753.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232590528104754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDrbzF7sdH5H5SQeGTGmZf8OxcN2KebzFmnnI2FTHYVhfrTck-4XHUPUtwwShI3qY383ajlth2WbHtkgepxMh6tUYXlN_-RcPRDAejJp30_A_kejnvPmWFpZUhF0JuwKZv6gFnlqQl1hFz/s400/DSC_0753.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8t7_L_BgBmdlUz7N8bMVWJdEs7EIwqA0CfG3DZ0saWj2hypW2DpG6Ef_GUlbAO8HVDG9ahBUBs1dSsvC0LO0Kp9OcSXKCys13gAnbhWT3RolIK17PeMHPyUnUwT3oV-ll-pPp26AErHs/s1600-h/DSC_0736.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232581535206274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8t7_L_BgBmdlUz7N8bMVWJdEs7EIwqA0CfG3DZ0saWj2hypW2DpG6Ef_GUlbAO8HVDG9ahBUBs1dSsvC0LO0Kp9OcSXKCys13gAnbhWT3RolIK17PeMHPyUnUwT3oV-ll-pPp26AErHs/s400/DSC_0736.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TOoMwC7fc3LMwAxlXU4FMzOWXi3xi_jqpp5izavxeZsfdp0Iyau-SrQQS26yUF3EtBINpRDuhD0HWiTF4LgrBiN9Ra_T04ZZiLLuJTR7p8Z84iz5c568Y9qIUJX_rB4vew78SqjbefVh/s1600-h/DSC_0700.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444232577472975378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4TOoMwC7fc3LMwAxlXU4FMzOWXi3xi_jqpp5izavxeZsfdp0Iyau-SrQQS26yUF3EtBINpRDuhD0HWiTF4LgrBiN9Ra_T04ZZiLLuJTR7p8Z84iz5c568Y9qIUJX_rB4vew78SqjbefVh/s400/DSC_0700.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3Ol5OJaY3LdK5m73mHdp2o6UbIr-19lT0_Fz_cO77Mpr5rDm4SGHwZmX63Ezy9eePdB536oxHU_-1NS4vf2SQoPrTN41KD9Zn_7yGOucLQCr5IC5sz9uA7kTo6fNaQpqoLcF2sHxIa7vK/s1600-h/DSC_0632.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-10453210094597247932010-03-02T21:03:00.003-05:002010-03-02T21:13:21.389-05:00My Yearly PostThis is my post for the year, so enjoy! :) Jeremy has been working hard on the house lately. The dining room is the area of construction at present.... We have the dust to prove it! Too bad remodeling creates such a major mess! Next up is finishing the bathroom and the kitchen before starting on the living room. I'm not known for my entertaining, but I'll have to have <em>somebody</em> over after all this!! :) I'll have to post some pics of the progress.<br /><br />We are a family of six now. Two more abandoned kitties joined the club this year. I feel like they're taking over the house most of the time. But tonight as two of them curled up in my lap to doze in their cat-like way, I was very thankful for the cuddly company! They're my babies until I get real ones, and even then, they'll be close seconds...<br /><br />Til next time...Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-75800287131547185622008-12-16T18:23:00.004-05:002008-12-16T18:26:34.704-05:00I'm Back with 4 New Posts, O Ye My Faithful Friends!Thanks to all who are actually on my blog at this very moments of your lives. You are my true friends - you who I have ignored for the past month or two, and yet you love me enough to give me a little of your time. You're too precious! :-) (And yes, I counted this post in the "4." I have to get credit for all I possibly can!)Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-88506886157561525442008-12-16T18:17:00.002-05:002008-12-16T18:22:45.945-05:00The Newest Addition to Our FamilyMeet Oliver, our gray baby! His is quite the story: Jeremy discovered him at the farm where our church was having its hayride/hotdog roast. I fell in love with him and asked the owner of the farm if I could have him. He consented, and Oliver was ours!! I've wanted a kitty for the longest time.... Ollie is a sweetie, and even Dakota (our Golden Retriever) doesn't think he's too bad! They're continuing to warm up to each other. It's a process, to be sure! Jeremy got another buddy out of the deal. Looks like they're two peas in a pod!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg9l7dvc5SdtTBGQ-fdJMeRRFbNu3HS7WtC4MJP6B_-hVWO88N_K3SutFX4UAqwu0oNscp0AYfDCPrNNczudT_L1LLcclPELvTYxjHlZUO6DzK-Dq0trdqCOYG3bEKfX9L0Xl59c7x9Ny/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280531326086079410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfg9l7dvc5SdtTBGQ-fdJMeRRFbNu3HS7WtC4MJP6B_-hVWO88N_K3SutFX4UAqwu0oNscp0AYfDCPrNNczudT_L1LLcclPELvTYxjHlZUO6DzK-Dq0trdqCOYG3bEKfX9L0Xl59c7x9Ny/s400/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-85953301397620187212008-12-16T18:11:00.004-05:002008-12-16T18:16:53.706-05:00Happy Belated Birthday, Grandma!!My dear Grandmother turned ** this November. You didn't think I'd really say her age?! She deserved having a happy birthday, and it looks like we succeeded. Here's to you, Grandma! Thanks for being such a special lady in our family!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWCfgf5Nb2UID29_iGonnQAOXz2rDJi1m2llkFUdfJMjFd80kwnP69dnQaUc4pprzEYSfxVEpegAJZ8MALBM44b8onYOTpOJ5YjkKhoIYJsgaJSZOpVA85_yaq2uUwCVwP1Wqz6CNFBrm/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280529939539114466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaWCfgf5Nb2UID29_iGonnQAOXz2rDJi1m2llkFUdfJMjFd80kwnP69dnQaUc4pprzEYSfxVEpegAJZ8MALBM44b8onYOTpOJ5YjkKhoIYJsgaJSZOpVA85_yaq2uUwCVwP1Wqz6CNFBrm/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />An untraditional birthday cake, but one of our fave's - CHEESECAKE (with 4 different kinds)! It doesn't get any better than that, folks!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknd2nxxO32ECm5QGdSBNZSQ9aGSiiufjqKqQPZDDC7_I6DMngoJYWxs-iujj7qPxDDCjT_ALyC6626SNxG9BPtPJXq1y00D9IO3rknSWjIpZXItLcCVejV3_pZpY7FiYMIh-Pe09iwBa8/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280529928848534770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknd2nxxO32ECm5QGdSBNZSQ9aGSiiufjqKqQPZDDC7_I6DMngoJYWxs-iujj7qPxDDCjT_ALyC6626SNxG9BPtPJXq1y00D9IO3rknSWjIpZXItLcCVejV3_pZpY7FiYMIh-Pe09iwBa8/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-17663183136215599032008-12-16T17:50:00.003-05:002008-12-16T18:07:33.481-05:00Thanksgiving at Jenn and Paul's in PAThanksgiving was the Robison's Rendevouz at Jenn and Paul's new home in Pennsylvania. We "kids" had our Christmas together, since we now live so far apart that it wasn't going to happen around the actual time you're supposed to celebrate the season!<br /><br />This is Jeremy and I with Jared, his older brother and Jared's new wife Missy. (This is also after a full day of Black Friday shopping - yes, Jeremy got up with me at 3:30 in the morning to go hit the stores and get GREAT deals!!!)<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKv4hDKBDa_oXMXtiQwInH7CwWXx5uy9xlGj6lvQTpXaw2xeoUOGSD4vbNgcQElIsYhGA9orFlhs8xSVtWIXmAH7BAAMjkmsYWotsZ8HyxkhAFw9MZ3RZDRhptaPOooEusLGCVRTZRUi12/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525914208998866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKv4hDKBDa_oXMXtiQwInH7CwWXx5uy9xlGj6lvQTpXaw2xeoUOGSD4vbNgcQElIsYhGA9orFlhs8xSVtWIXmAH7BAAMjkmsYWotsZ8HyxkhAFw9MZ3RZDRhptaPOooEusLGCVRTZRUi12/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Isn't she cute? She takes after her uncle! :-) Hopefully our kids are as cute as Katrin is!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprYQieyf8J__OooNrPwuTDkzv3q8jWWK7FmiWuqSb5z9se_52M-Zv8dwQQlxujzE-iCAjRZ11QiWehuZcNZRhsS-sg_nhTsqKJl_MJy5pOZQbUEPT2_KSZypXHvxJDgeexfqC7iKCMdgV/s1600-h/DSC_0176.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525908189406466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgprYQieyf8J__OooNrPwuTDkzv3q8jWWK7FmiWuqSb5z9se_52M-Zv8dwQQlxujzE-iCAjRZ11QiWehuZcNZRhsS-sg_nhTsqKJl_MJy5pOZQbUEPT2_KSZypXHvxJDgeexfqC7iKCMdgV/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div>Jenn prepared a delicious meal before we all had to drive the long way home.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxo40XqswCaBBtMDolSBZXK0v91q2a9czMWU__WxV_ghKfQWx5DXD-4pjyOD8idI_hmzkDf8QjAWtdydkeeYm8C9BqDUR-Fo_SC82yrwC3TzUv0jzGj0RClGnCgExbTDCRgOdimjNo1s_/s1600-h/DSC_0155.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525479062770210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnxo40XqswCaBBtMDolSBZXK0v91q2a9czMWU__WxV_ghKfQWx5DXD-4pjyOD8idI_hmzkDf8QjAWtdydkeeYm8C9BqDUR-Fo_SC82yrwC3TzUv0jzGj0RClGnCgExbTDCRgOdimjNo1s_/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Ok, Paul helped, too!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrZ9bvXi0lRZz15SdkPTRxk-N-mGxF7cNlbwQaMmrN9KIWzyZk3FPd80UDWscWfBI-qOyPZqUaLciPqcsTPl4JKxfgFtmrSxVitZ9ilVIocpyCqwvP5GGt9tipd0_S5D22ajWqojhhXIs/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525460295942690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdrZ9bvXi0lRZz15SdkPTRxk-N-mGxF7cNlbwQaMmrN9KIWzyZk3FPd80UDWscWfBI-qOyPZqUaLciPqcsTPl4JKxfgFtmrSxVitZ9ilVIocpyCqwvP5GGt9tipd0_S5D22ajWqojhhXIs/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div>Baby Kallie is growing!! (And I think Jared and Missy look good with a baby, don't you?!)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFM2tDZNqvbE-tUXj_de9_gnwVls31RKnoA7JN_Uv2mktNqj95HyH4MS8fzMqA0Lb_Ig41XEOuVJ87dOB81RyJGNdcVjBkKJfhkfm01bQRHUfa22hHLcIXmANvtcSgmOe8Bt8Xwh_9lJ37/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525434407163442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFM2tDZNqvbE-tUXj_de9_gnwVls31RKnoA7JN_Uv2mktNqj95HyH4MS8fzMqA0Lb_Ig41XEOuVJ87dOB81RyJGNdcVjBkKJfhkfm01bQRHUfa22hHLcIXmANvtcSgmOe8Bt8Xwh_9lJ37/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Jenn is enjoying her new kitchen and all her cabinets and counter space (Lisa says with deep-rooted bitterness!!).<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZAMKAN661XW88XdoLvTWXNySGPjkdt_2n48IdIUrjr19irUNPjBO1LKZfI5dMUCtdfM_oeYHma5Jz0EzbL5dSWrbVxbb2tzYuiBRmVOwe0-xaGw4s1fSSnOfqa59tke3U1JnFTOMrfUT/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525422754935538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0ZAMKAN661XW88XdoLvTWXNySGPjkdt_2n48IdIUrjr19irUNPjBO1LKZfI5dMUCtdfM_oeYHma5Jz0EzbL5dSWrbVxbb2tzYuiBRmVOwe0-xaGw4s1fSSnOfqa59tke3U1JnFTOMrfUT/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Let me tell you - when Katrin is around, Jeremy is in no need of company or love. He is definitely Katrin's buddy!<br /><br /><br /><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKwcSykcTnq0zhIAQvKmMdPdfCDL30Fz7dhMg3NDV35qDubNm1PZ5vaxkcKT9pipOorJEZtA-aKMcztGlZGrVxRAU_a0PctdLY88YWp88BK3AkpX2shO9FhVCuda-Ixkdz4BLBvjGHgSv/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280525418447891058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIKwcSykcTnq0zhIAQvKmMdPdfCDL30Fz7dhMg3NDV35qDubNm1PZ5vaxkcKT9pipOorJEZtA-aKMcztGlZGrVxRAU_a0PctdLY88YWp88BK3AkpX2shO9FhVCuda-Ixkdz4BLBvjGHgSv/s400/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Our visit with the Eckerts was well-worth the long 8-hour trip! They are very much missed here in Cincy!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-51945714140343931322008-10-16T18:39:00.001-04:002008-10-16T18:40:39.148-04:00Too Funny Not to PostI just called Jeremy, who is on duty til 11:00. He seriously answers his <em><strong>cell phone</strong></em> with: "District 4, Officer Robison speaking..." I thought I was going to lose it!Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-25943610333734227192008-10-14T19:43:00.004-04:002008-10-15T18:18:25.077-04:00Someone Else Is 30! (and all the 30-year-olds say "Woohoo!")My dear friend Libby finally caught up with me and turned 30 (just to make me feel better - wasn't that nice?!). We had oodles of fun at her very-spiffy party, thrown by her family at the Brugger's house. This is Libby with her sweet Aunt Jo.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNguads694Kp1jLHzMO0mvqlCDUpQ3ed_xInXYXkULxFR9libTnzsCWiWPtuHOPDPL8UouZZDO5lROudvJPUmJ4SgsUo6lcoyulNHCK3apHQRM0JBB_6UQZmaQ_gkevFLcdWRjO4A6AY9e/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160854524806146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNguads694Kp1jLHzMO0mvqlCDUpQ3ed_xInXYXkULxFR9libTnzsCWiWPtuHOPDPL8UouZZDO5lROudvJPUmJ4SgsUo6lcoyulNHCK3apHQRM0JBB_6UQZmaQ_gkevFLcdWRjO4A6AY9e/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /></a> Libby and her favorite Marine, Matt :-)<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtk53esW_SfuHi7NBSJvocySNZloYwwc20OqnONRfIxXbf4mUx60hn2fvqImHKg1q42xdmvSAinozfXNbKoNT-L81Gc7cxH-Q29TqAFdJk1dkD3moGac7oE3opVjpzHi-WF4tIAKnHYgqr/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160859700659202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtk53esW_SfuHi7NBSJvocySNZloYwwc20OqnONRfIxXbf4mUx60hn2fvqImHKg1q42xdmvSAinozfXNbKoNT-L81Gc7cxH-Q29TqAFdJk1dkD3moGac7oE3opVjpzHi-WF4tIAKnHYgqr/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Kindred spirits, roasting marshmallows over an open fire.....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaThtn3ZqKDhsNzYLcSe9nXZR8UNIdZhTFvM7Or0En6ZRaD2XMDRMB152ndCPmClaGy-hzvjLVyXTa1u9NzEzCI2x8AXBAzW3Fgux28iB4TW8Lyjg9vHyUWIByBGHmTQHCWsCNygvL5Te/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160863904931538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMaThtn3ZqKDhsNzYLcSe9nXZR8UNIdZhTFvM7Or0En6ZRaD2XMDRMB152ndCPmClaGy-hzvjLVyXTa1u9NzEzCI2x8AXBAzW3Fgux28iB4TW8Lyjg9vHyUWIByBGHmTQHCWsCNygvL5Te/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /></a> My gift to Libby was an old, black-n-white detective series that is our tradition to watch when I go up and visit her. I thought it was time she have a set of her very own.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnf6KSB0vvEArQVD1oxJHGbmSVLqocpjAN-_KB5jBIl3PpS4hkESugPhLXk2LVdBd7AsA7XWQUDLQ6Fd9Bhm_j-3FftKgx5ix4F-24ddvPLl4QR-zF3Z4e-xAnAchRHerm_wAaJCZORGv/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160864512334178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPnf6KSB0vvEArQVD1oxJHGbmSVLqocpjAN-_KB5jBIl3PpS4hkESugPhLXk2LVdBd7AsA7XWQUDLQ6Fd9Bhm_j-3FftKgx5ix4F-24ddvPLl4QR-zF3Z4e-xAnAchRHerm_wAaJCZORGv/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /></a> OK - let me explain..... I have a thing about not liking my marshmallows burnt. I was really concentrating on getting the perfect marshmallow when the above marshmallow picture was taken. Guess what happened when I posed for that picture? You guessed it - my prized, golden marshmallows went up in flames. And I had tried so hard (sniff, sniff....). It was too funny to resist howling about! So we ended up looking like fools and laughing our heads off!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EHCRRrygd0lowSrPtZYbIa6rr03RC0X5gqdhl74N4zlDA0WubI6Ml_h0vm-F6n6wWAXIzXyrfm-DDrAl1Dq_Lh1KYv6osRe5GfRjh_vL5W8lTmHN07_jjTNdTbm1ZpCHwp-vprSd9-CZ/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257160867187120226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EHCRRrygd0lowSrPtZYbIa6rr03RC0X5gqdhl74N4zlDA0WubI6Ml_h0vm-F6n6wWAXIzXyrfm-DDrAl1Dq_Lh1KYv6osRe5GfRjh_vL5W8lTmHN07_jjTNdTbm1ZpCHwp-vprSd9-CZ/s400/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /></a> Who would have thought celebrating a 30th birthday could be so fun?<br /><div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-67480125755131650052008-10-14T19:30:00.004-04:002008-10-14T20:01:32.125-04:00A Picnic Almost Gone BadOnce upon a time, a silly boy named Jeremy got his toy stuck up in the tree. He had thrown it over his shoulder (trying to impress his girl), and now he was very sad. (Can you find the hidden toy?)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqoVBr9Gm0E1PiarVRmu4qyxJ8aTjS5sMUZkx1uEaVuuAWNdtjz-YJOe4UDoPrRntlU3QDJXJUH0K-TrEDbpsrZfOvB9akRn2ocEK1TsxYI_4B-jbQIbcumGsu-zv3Nc5kSUxlTqn5mc_/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157419084083890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPqoVBr9Gm0E1PiarVRmu4qyxJ8aTjS5sMUZkx1uEaVuuAWNdtjz-YJOe4UDoPrRntlU3QDJXJUH0K-TrEDbpsrZfOvB9akRn2ocEK1TsxYI_4B-jbQIbcumGsu-zv3Nc5kSUxlTqn5mc_/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Fortunately, Jeremy had a good friend named Steve, who decided to be a good citizen and climb the mean tree (who had captured the toy) so his friend would be happy again. Steve's girl watched anxiously as her sweetheart fetched the dangling toy.<br /><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgDuGu_FL5wt0CR64ZZZkbtT_apG-WPep6TUaVMX4z-4f7l-WJLkQ7pSHvfIAH_doU3__J7UvvSqgailp0fHtHCKLgpDelUFrDKqX4kCqAXQKJyvYR-kRwFmARXEPFkd2b0P7c9Fy2F3Y/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157423303631970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCgDuGu_FL5wt0CR64ZZZkbtT_apG-WPep6TUaVMX4z-4f7l-WJLkQ7pSHvfIAH_doU3__J7UvvSqgailp0fHtHCKLgpDelUFrDKqX4kCqAXQKJyvYR-kRwFmARXEPFkd2b0P7c9Fy2F3Y/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /></a>Much to the relief of all Steve's friends, he safely made it up the tree and back down again. </p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPnpPvjx1sgQxSYjN7aD94Hm0eaRxUAgM4Tzhspb8YZVa6uVEQE3QN1UYsKK2K7ZRVKgoujMd0TWF8dNldI1D2w2arTVkCYczix3C_DrninWRLV-c0hQTd1SNNILEPLwvbYIitkl90EzT/s1600-h/DSC_0182.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157425195956386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzPnpPvjx1sgQxSYjN7aD94Hm0eaRxUAgM4Tzhspb8YZVa6uVEQE3QN1UYsKK2K7ZRVKgoujMd0TWF8dNldI1D2w2arTVkCYczix3C_DrninWRLV-c0hQTd1SNNILEPLwvbYIitkl90EzT/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jeremy gave his good friend a high-five for his chivalrous bravery.</p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMa6yJfnX4_-eG3dMRE8SB2GgNNBhhEgyhI1zq5QeOVQS7KYRa-S9AaOFYoqjv1JrS_2nWoNRykQhHiO41tKMauDboQEyczewlLX4fhcS3fEzW2CA9UHikgPFeJqOuaN4DELUKMuNr9kr/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157429995372578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioMa6yJfnX4_-eG3dMRE8SB2GgNNBhhEgyhI1zq5QeOVQS7KYRa-S9AaOFYoqjv1JrS_2nWoNRykQhHiO41tKMauDboQEyczewlLX4fhcS3fEzW2CA9UHikgPFeJqOuaN4DELUKMuNr9kr/s400/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jeremy was once again a happy boy, now that he had his toy back, along with the still-admiring devotion of his girl. </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUckLyl03wcRoBsn13OgXr-AT3mJNiudtTjoxjCFV-WQYayFVYVtsDsLk_J9XR-8Qmq9iw6S9PP1NQGxnQ3T72yMSZzZ1ZGrY8c1VyG4PgscPbjCEGcKGWdlcJ-KVJv1oqQz_PvaHYkYP/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257157435228008818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVUckLyl03wcRoBsn13OgXr-AT3mJNiudtTjoxjCFV-WQYayFVYVtsDsLk_J9XR-8Qmq9iw6S9PP1NQGxnQ3T72yMSZzZ1ZGrY8c1VyG4PgscPbjCEGcKGWdlcJ-KVJv1oqQz_PvaHYkYP/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></p>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-36680437218260449202008-09-22T18:19:00.002-04:002008-09-22T18:21:33.585-04:00My two new posts are in the wrong order :-( Like you couldn't tell, huh? I can't figure out how to switch them without deleting them and starting over (thanks, anyway!). Sorry about that.Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-57002038657424967122008-09-22T18:09:00.003-04:002008-09-22T18:14:46.356-04:00More Wedding Pictures<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSasU5rU9gN6GOAv2Arktw5tqbVrqOZzpB3guYwPlAIxrAH7Dye6BguQZGXbsCtOh_070nlfGeNa0cbyKb1tEmU-z8loMEOW1ZZMD0d0OeeGN2f7xwZoN_9AXxt5yrXOsNRAjbdqDc6EAB/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972599075123922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSasU5rU9gN6GOAv2Arktw5tqbVrqOZzpB3guYwPlAIxrAH7Dye6BguQZGXbsCtOh_070nlfGeNa0cbyKb1tEmU-z8loMEOW1ZZMD0d0OeeGN2f7xwZoN_9AXxt5yrXOsNRAjbdqDc6EAB/s320/DSC_0039.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhsHwIKXikfxbj2aOggXBiwstVY2pKz_oylkRrD0cDojLbZfAzDhjBkrZc0349SusdbpqJX0ddmvVS_qSMJJz8ON0etwvIcHlKcegV1TTcDzvT9zuueMow4qy62ux3SBF71oyUAMhuVtD/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972601511960226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAhsHwIKXikfxbj2aOggXBiwstVY2pKz_oylkRrD0cDojLbZfAzDhjBkrZc0349SusdbpqJX0ddmvVS_qSMJJz8ON0etwvIcHlKcegV1TTcDzvT9zuueMow4qy62ux3SBF71oyUAMhuVtD/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43ZzyRzoYOZ4M4UIL9fxc2I-e7q4mxFvIidKGS4VN3pqTYcPEFDXCWDwrUOyeCeYgtp7B_rvGhn-oFizAjzPCD2SrOyG4GaE0oYuhgpf3HYpmXqj2O7kgnkCxD56I_oQZwqhFobpBkAzb/s1600-h/DSC_0084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972609231220114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi43ZzyRzoYOZ4M4UIL9fxc2I-e7q4mxFvIidKGS4VN3pqTYcPEFDXCWDwrUOyeCeYgtp7B_rvGhn-oFizAjzPCD2SrOyG4GaE0oYuhgpf3HYpmXqj2O7kgnkCxD56I_oQZwqhFobpBkAzb/s320/DSC_0084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20B-o1_GncB2IccOqEN5eVCIGwsnA4c9blheFcfEV1oVMef3uIncj8-NVFO9lA02zunh4Xi17SsHSjNq-WRFK7X8likXbWj2TZSFXMqVLu3WFTqoFUsaV-CdVNd50T9bq8s9dgZIKe-Tk/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248972613881015330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj20B-o1_GncB2IccOqEN5eVCIGwsnA4c9blheFcfEV1oVMef3uIncj8-NVFO9lA02zunh4Xi17SsHSjNq-WRFK7X8likXbWj2TZSFXMqVLu3WFTqoFUsaV-CdVNd50T9bq8s9dgZIKe-Tk/s320/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-74673297698717598712008-09-22T17:42:00.004-04:002008-09-22T18:26:36.725-04:00Too Bad It's Not Still SaturdayYes - I did finally get out of my computer chair and get something accomplished the day I blogged last (just don't ask me what since it's been over 4 weeks ago). Obviously I stayed busy because you've been reading the same post for that long (my sincere apologies to my very patient, loving readers!). Here are some pictures to prove I still have a life.<br /><br /><br />Jeremy and I found a nice oak table with 6 chairs on craigslist.com for a very reasonable price - yeah!! We were happy to have the family check it out :-) No, it didn't stay in the living room. Yes, the old table is in the living room now...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5kZHCJdB0PO51O8c8bOZ1heaJ3ugAMJULfGUPTl2BZ45gwmGGaH7nPtkIw_cxsc5RX7j2Qm4VaGBROUSh3zaC04ow-G5Ifu0mzp6M1nMYbHvoqEPQkPdvg7KPZ76SdVI6o53pDL9GqOa/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966860996774418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG5kZHCJdB0PO51O8c8bOZ1heaJ3ugAMJULfGUPTl2BZ45gwmGGaH7nPtkIw_cxsc5RX7j2Qm4VaGBROUSh3zaC04ow-G5Ifu0mzp6M1nMYbHvoqEPQkPdvg7KPZ76SdVI6o53pDL9GqOa/s320/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />We celebrated Jeremy's 24th birthday! One year closer to 30!! Woohoo! *Notice the mixture of old chairs/new chairs. Nice, don't ya think?<br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFxtdgHaGA8jmtFsLirDBtLzt3bweFVB7juXvNPASlvhSlYIFb_kIRCwQT_ObBv7gBAfp52syNRQbbPz_BnxfVvU0ZtRxKn14gvzJPckpE4IytuSiVRyqbeegBhyphenhypheng2j96qZHbe2afjRRw/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966866555115746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLFxtdgHaGA8jmtFsLirDBtLzt3bweFVB7juXvNPASlvhSlYIFb_kIRCwQT_ObBv7gBAfp52syNRQbbPz_BnxfVvU0ZtRxKn14gvzJPckpE4IytuSiVRyqbeegBhyphenhypheng2j96qZHbe2afjRRw/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p></p><p>We celebrated the marriage of Jeremy's brother Jared to Missy Smith. She is a super sweet girl! Welcome to the family, Missy!! </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX6n012xVGJglOWToiujOm4GBRd0c9SFYJAvH0YAO_6juCNMvm21EQhuVLNmn5npqJ3E4UbPBv8AYIDE53CtyYelhyc6kswfP6e7csBKKCoGw0_5VS-37w9a9b2ZzBGDB_LHwk3atyL9oR/s1600-h/DSC_0039.JPG"></a><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTpCT24ffjgdv0_PRpEMD117XOUlsS3xUuB13q65WjrxjcTw2XU8Q8EIhIuIvDwUSUZTC8B676D4OQrCTYIwxX_PCMdjh0MsfpEtmOqP48iUyKTW-lY0xIT7YKK1MYwyjDpqikgqSkSFr/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966879487334354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDTpCT24ffjgdv0_PRpEMD117XOUlsS3xUuB13q65WjrxjcTw2XU8Q8EIhIuIvDwUSUZTC8B676D4OQrCTYIwxX_PCMdjh0MsfpEtmOqP48iUyKTW-lY0xIT7YKK1MYwyjDpqikgqSkSFr/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WE4T_-fQJaEfER3lfT6Mrtd13OG_1O2DL6U3tNWI1ApI0RppQYzvAZk4yydmynpdPkV8aBjubUX2OxzbJIzRc8IZEf_cbaBtyILpM-gvOVTD0NSriGKW21tgWms3CadB8VqKIAN30RE7/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248966890709085362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1WE4T_-fQJaEfER3lfT6Mrtd13OG_1O2DL6U3tNWI1ApI0RppQYzvAZk4yydmynpdPkV8aBjubUX2OxzbJIzRc8IZEf_cbaBtyILpM-gvOVTD0NSriGKW21tgWms3CadB8VqKIAN30RE7/s320/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p>Hopefully it won't be a month before I blog next. Let me tell you, it's definitely not worth the flack you get when you wait that long! Until next time.....</p><p><br /></p>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-54303080728546701782008-08-23T14:57:00.003-04:002008-08-23T15:10:42.247-04:00It's SaturdaySaturday - ahhhhhh ... my only day to sleep in now that I'm a workin' girl. Dearest Jeremy decides we need to get up and start the day at 9:30 a.m. Yeah, I know that's late for some of you. But in my opinion I had until at least 11:00 if I so desired. So, being the lovely wife that I am, I obey with a small, insignificant complaint. And we actually get something accomplished. Woohoo for me. So, now it's 3:00 p.m. J is off to work (don't feel sorry for him - he makes the most of his days off and the mornings when he doesn't have court!), and I know I should get busy. What have I been doing? Reading blogs and looking to see if anyone loves me and has commented on mine. What tells me I should get busy? 1. The fact that my husband is wearing things he<em> only</em> wears when he has nothing else <em>to</em> wear 2. I am getting to the place where I don't want to walk across my kitchen floor without socks 3. I'd be embarrassed if my mother-in-law came to visit me right now 4. My fridge needs a fill-up or we'll be eating out every night next week (and that's not exactly in the budget). Ok, think I'll get up and get something done. Ready....1, 2, 3 ... Still thinking about it.Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-88476816024323545042008-08-19T20:07:00.003-04:002008-08-19T20:15:51.438-04:00Prayer for Baby KalliePlease pray for Jenn (Jeremy's sister) and Paul's baby girl. She is to have surgery tomorrow morning to correct a problem with her aorta. She is in Children's Hospital and will remain there until Tuesday, if everything goes as planned. This has been especially hard on Katrin, the 2-yr old big sister, who doesn't understand what's going on. Thank you, in advance, for lifting the whole family up to God. We are all thankful that Kallie has done so well this far. The Lord is so gracious to us!Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-85235997117465702002008-08-16T19:24:00.010-04:002008-08-16T20:43:17.223-04:00Since Last Time....<div align="center">1. My beautiful niece Kallie Renee' was born! Jenn and Paul are the proud parents of this darling baby girl, and I'm so happy for them! Jeremy and I make a terrible uncle and aunt - we forgot to take our camera to the hospital. Goes to show how pathetic a blogger I am!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">2. Jeremy and I celebrated our 2nd anniversary :-) Jeremy had chosen one of his vacation weeks to include our special day. We traveled to Columbus and spent three days, where we enjoyed COSI, the Ohio State Fair (pictures to follow - hopefully soon!), and the outlet stores. We went to the Creation Museum, which is a very interesting and educational place! And best of all, it was free since we used Bro. Hyatt's passes! ** Drumroll, please.... This is "brag time" on my husband - All on his own, Jeremy went to the bakery that made our wedding cake and ordered a small one for our anniversary. I thought that was the sweetest thing...<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235264195690308802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2PXggjSvT73fSD0H5sf7XBW6j7kTN61xEv_qgCeix6b_aA75ZFeq0BCDKImPT2E8O2AYtCRPMO4SxtQy_2b1N5Law9otvu0JJ6M6hmYEjLYod4rPpTzCLopO20NhMmacTsfvtpWWFbnvp/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><br />3. I officially began my new job as Music Division Office Manager at GBS! After two weeks of training (which was so invaluable, I can't imagine what this past week would have been like without it) and a week on my own under my belt, I now look New Student Orientation week and registration in the face and say, "Let me at 'em!" Well, ok, not exactly... It's more like I'm getting ready to suck in my breath and take the plunge. </div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">4. Our church picnic was today, and it was the perfect day for a picnic, let me tell you!! We had plenty of food, and as you can see from the facial expressions in the picture below, it is a very serious thing to get exactly what you want on your hamburger. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235266569942096610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicNogUMEr4aXNOn8KcGxFWBRqK2UcEhsN8Qgzz55I0NRmxOxfCaFKqEJD9SlA0irlT46a9F9VwLJx-VdIF4B7sTPjz1BUk4_ZM-UgaBKy485be4mCWeFqU2McMISeBD4HQRdFpgMlCHSLY/s320/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235266566412265746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid2vB75-fwODXgQS8HIcwkv09max98bvfb85AV8PWl2fQwVS_HfoEJEZlWzU6bsIchXA4WCNbPvhPRd52IXo98jIVT22DTnm1qJbd3l56W0BE2YwIwoVO102Bpxw7NdqvJNsXASzksj5sk/s320/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235267553939296818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPDc2lief6U1O6T8npvGLNhe5WXRjEAaUCYY9hnIFGkYXBWcsQgocuLnmiQyKbsAXoxuOWp1Ri5ndAvFr4wfnhpKcvLiCg30rJ4HIpVAaJpC8WmPMR8OLuSGRWbGKmwTviQKwlBYDvOgIU/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /></p><p></p><p>Adriona makes sure her first bite is going to be worth all the effort!</p><p align="center">_______________________________________</p><p>We had a water balloon toss for the kids, a cornhole tournament (Jeremy and I didn't do so well this year in spite of all our concentration and crazy body contortions) and a game of softball that will make me unable to get out of bed in the morning. I might as well set a bottle of Advil and a glass of water by my bed right now..... All in all it was a very pleasant day that I think everyone enjoyed!!</p><p> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235269474543077202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAADn5x7hn2nBg17uL_Sxdv3AT-4sodtB9EZxJd10lIvtKauKlT4ac1dCeFHfRDcFn9BRBtMLD_H_e3eRX2J0rQWcDQgg8PE3KPWBFwok4cUCil32MBsjFJtaQvTdF5PNJtBJNPzzBAQKp/s320/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /> Melissa and Ruthanne</p><p align="center"><br /></p><p></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235269479301557106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp4MHVK48GbwokcF3t8Ry6WK4QGUNG6bhgjv1PcCOlk81ImHy3NiBiI02Fw0jangwnWNqj9b1K-XI3_O-rSmVt_J71SI7zZw6Zn07J0X3lGr2edCNS1Pi9IwX4NyZQW-ROENFYXuscXqRh/s320/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center">Jeremy and Jerry man the grills</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235269483346311602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmbA3NN_0WSEYGP6OBrvwKDF5hHnzUH8FfeRaUTe7-2n_sGvNzWWdUgjktBi61gw_HNVxTwKPsf1gXq9xP-dbOeKBmN-mXbuGIgPPJDIbBmtjZGn_0oVKV0RWfGLtPQeRdBo5PMBCCVhwL/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Abigail and Isabelle </p><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /> </p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235269491851256930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT_jnig0TLR1lO23FyzWZC-kIc_syYZnYoY2iZPwPHfI0KchUAcfcTp6X3d17wiYEtrXXr1cXs9YustIk2Wh1pbwF8PyNX9kS9eH05-oTWiywWeVzkB14NTAAS1xLBP4_Ry-3gsk2uiuCB/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /> Colin<br /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235269495414967314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-mxZWfRnz9Bpmo7LlvBDKAaGg_6SS_lSV8etQHaS2Jr7-pnSPv5D1vtNquKuQbUFDdKal-udr591CY6ZgXyGTMeXjiB9xWsHM_zyaWWkydJoKKyan0BHRARhl2ndn63JNZFP5XBaX6xn4/s320/DSC_0110.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Donald and Susan (kidless for the day and enjoying it!)</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p></p><p></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPg-7q98eurrCpZP5OIb856sa4UkUOpwBoiESnzQUW1-uOzlY1ncxfspkFCi4GZ5dbJwtb1ts3l5v__RDvyRaoWmN0HDQIGRCI-AR3wXBvjmhgTcUqNRPZiG_12amwreZoEhOuofG5bZva/s1600-h/DSC_0139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235274792466984850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPg-7q98eurrCpZP5OIb856sa4UkUOpwBoiESnzQUW1-uOzlY1ncxfspkFCi4GZ5dbJwtb1ts3l5v__RDvyRaoWmN0HDQIGRCI-AR3wXBvjmhgTcUqNRPZiG_12amwreZoEhOuofG5bZva/s320/DSC_0139.JPG" border="0" /></a>My mom trying her hand at cornhole</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p></p><p><br /></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7uco7XuuSzwJgAV9iXuGbvzqF76aSyNjGoWLrKFBkFiMDL-jTIh7PtJiK7ZRDHdcicMgmBXwOAuL0wAVb7tDt_sBU9Pp_9wvvWaG1aSXIoyiqLGxaxCTDskoxIHE0NKRTgSq6qVslp5t/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235274800308651714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr7uco7XuuSzwJgAV9iXuGbvzqF76aSyNjGoWLrKFBkFiMDL-jTIh7PtJiK7ZRDHdcicMgmBXwOAuL0wAVb7tDt_sBU9Pp_9wvvWaG1aSXIoyiqLGxaxCTDskoxIHE0NKRTgSq6qVslp5t/s320/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /></a> </p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Y1-6AZlEifEDLaxD4VOmISEUk_s11uSBf3NHixDcHFNCcTQnqGfyyu6v70ovABn9qvkD-mlotRoDNrUD6zw1OJEkrj-NNGeUe7wEjBVyeEz8JbaFhyphenhyphenrNFa_-tVDn5wisQ-CRo0gzrEFe/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235274814240868738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_Y1-6AZlEifEDLaxD4VOmISEUk_s11uSBf3NHixDcHFNCcTQnqGfyyu6v70ovABn9qvkD-mlotRoDNrUD6zw1OJEkrj-NNGeUe7wEjBVyeEz8JbaFhyphenhyphenrNFa_-tVDn5wisQ-CRo0gzrEFe/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Had a couple of wet casualties... When you're 3 years old, sometimes it's hard to get over the fact that a balloon has been so mean as to break on you! </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFOLKqTbZ8G6ZSC22FLl5Lekws3QcQzwdgp7tAwTnOjpxcFBWzdYvflMWp6cn6tcfPd2iLtmO1qP1FTyLT6yB42-bQgD63LAn38x-D-cklWV_XsA55Njs8KGpzEtp-8dnnKImO6boXXvh/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235274821619809314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFOLKqTbZ8G6ZSC22FLl5Lekws3QcQzwdgp7tAwTnOjpxcFBWzdYvflMWp6cn6tcfPd2iLtmO1qP1FTyLT6yB42-bQgD63LAn38x-D-cklWV_XsA55Njs8KGpzEtp-8dnnKImO6boXXvh/s320/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Think these girls can stretch this balloon any farther so they get away with not having to actually toss it and increase the chances of getting drenched?</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA9KbalYAAKjK9LWHCo_BZ_JxASaNRZ4S2t6i_DrMwwCJt039oHxPIGw_kplGRXpBPrr4CVAE_kms69xmLunaApa7LADDA1U8MNEMAbstNn6jFVXuaEt9GZj_9-gY85HIitREyojRH6Ao/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235273993645816002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitA9KbalYAAKjK9LWHCo_BZ_JxASaNRZ4S2t6i_DrMwwCJt039oHxPIGw_kplGRXpBPrr4CVAE_kms69xmLunaApa7LADDA1U8MNEMAbstNn6jFVXuaEt9GZj_9-gY85HIitREyojRH6Ao/s320/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /></a>Faithful cheering section </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DinjBBmecwpof-TE8YongowXbOU1FsiBRGg9QTXCQQBDKOgIPcMEU8KLqJVAKeqNMQWfBJZbAxGiUUfYffeaJpOpwMLPPcaom2PukDDoAT1LGokyMe50F00NBP2hQfGSfXZBvi7CyQao/s1600-h/DSC_0135.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235273996851080002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2DinjBBmecwpof-TE8YongowXbOU1FsiBRGg9QTXCQQBDKOgIPcMEU8KLqJVAKeqNMQWfBJZbAxGiUUfYffeaJpOpwMLPPcaom2PukDDoAT1LGokyMe50F00NBP2hQfGSfXZBvi7CyQao/s320/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" /></a>Jeremy and I played Roy and Helen, who I was told practiced last night just for today's tournament! It paid off - they creamed us! </p><p></p><p> </p><p><br /> </p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50LuAoq-OTCpVr6Fka-kZ3MPgCt1L-GxCXPvK5mGBjyr7PcOS-w3DCU5rJHKUfZUI4XI6hxoPR1UVCovoxrZYxfoXXU_6EN4ggoJEwqyfUs_Q3LGKETo9zRIhvk_-3vItrWCaJ1bMN4jB/s1600-h/DSC_0138.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235274000032946146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi50LuAoq-OTCpVr6Fka-kZ3MPgCt1L-GxCXPvK5mGBjyr7PcOS-w3DCU5rJHKUfZUI4XI6hxoPR1UVCovoxrZYxfoXXU_6EN4ggoJEwqyfUs_Q3LGKETo9zRIhvk_-3vItrWCaJ1bMN4jB/s320/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /></a>Joel - our youngest "tosser" </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p></p><p></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZM0K0sBBe2-EFlS-W4iD5wcrAzIFD4xC9C3lit3T17cjgKLq1M3v6ebsDRpx3Jfdlu-NwvrYFdUk0rQiiO5myF32wB_vtXC5yRRFagylUOY0CDPXCfqM5Tjcb9xSRPdCDhvNLaxOGXQc/s1600-h/DSC_0120.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272472020972882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7ZM0K0sBBe2-EFlS-W4iD5wcrAzIFD4xC9C3lit3T17cjgKLq1M3v6ebsDRpx3Jfdlu-NwvrYFdUk0rQiiO5myF32wB_vtXC5yRRFagylUOY0CDPXCfqM5Tjcb9xSRPdCDhvNLaxOGXQc/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" border="0" /></a>Tryin' hard - maybe we should just break down and by a set of our own so we can practice! </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO43OmKEqvgjZAszSNhKaBOBL5n0QoNwHw8NUrQz1xAhLeB04tay-GEHZR6g9FMlW06Ro6OZ77hTxq-VDu5HTRpMVrlS8YSuiZv-UF0Zf5yu0qnG_X4-9LxTyPYa5zfF8ixgNI_7AFc11A/s1600-h/DSC_0126.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272482558438626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO43OmKEqvgjZAszSNhKaBOBL5n0QoNwHw8NUrQz1xAhLeB04tay-GEHZR6g9FMlW06Ro6OZ77hTxq-VDu5HTRpMVrlS8YSuiZv-UF0Zf5yu0qnG_X4-9LxTyPYa5zfF8ixgNI_7AFc11A/s320/DSC_0126.JPG" border="0" /></a>Don't ask... I had no idea I looked so ridiculous following a toss! If we'd won, I'd have said it was all in the kicked backed leg. Really, I'm trying to be a flamingo.</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p></p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVboc-7qJBvGf3gANPp0QBbgNGtXXYSGQOxi8x-FVFFdIU9XoyMdzaMWQ197Fpdcu1xcUqRxIsrKoCws5R20Q22N3fWpcMBw8qkdoxWzA_U-AhN7ymiyh3wveValYBIP08ef7pMHqqZB6I/s1600-h/DSC_0129.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272485017212754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVboc-7qJBvGf3gANPp0QBbgNGtXXYSGQOxi8x-FVFFdIU9XoyMdzaMWQ197Fpdcu1xcUqRxIsrKoCws5R20Q22N3fWpcMBw8qkdoxWzA_U-AhN7ymiyh3wveValYBIP08ef7pMHqqZB6I/s320/DSC_0129.JPG" border="0" /></a>The object of the game, or so it would seem </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p></p><p><br /></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzH0LUzAmN-9O9_05m-ePkr6XYwDXDIO3T4YJjjhfW2iI1d3d3d87oCozd0Uum_bOPgwnHu2UzRpA6k6DjZpBMSnkFFI8nUOQOiSywRGIyTy8Se9P_aSraBHqXFka_SdpV3BzQGOLNmFhi/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272489337785666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzH0LUzAmN-9O9_05m-ePkr6XYwDXDIO3T4YJjjhfW2iI1d3d3d87oCozd0Uum_bOPgwnHu2UzRpA6k6DjZpBMSnkFFI8nUOQOiSywRGIyTy8Se9P_aSraBHqXFka_SdpV3BzQGOLNmFhi/s320/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /></a>Check out the focus and concentration! Too bad it's not like that when I'm trying to tell him something! </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p></p><p><br /></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuR3GFh31dcrs-7wCGzN1h7Mqou06fYUk2wgf86SzrMiEiR0IOTdX9GDKDNaedhyB2CRuf6yb3BzllZ8IrxpwejqeFYQrKrVbnwn1WkEE7Ynsa-tdL3gBXT1cDRepmMdtkIJUrfqPb8DMs/s1600-h/DSC_0132.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235272492453556642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuR3GFh31dcrs-7wCGzN1h7Mqou06fYUk2wgf86SzrMiEiR0IOTdX9GDKDNaedhyB2CRuf6yb3BzllZ8IrxpwejqeFYQrKrVbnwn1WkEE7Ynsa-tdL3gBXT1cDRepmMdtkIJUrfqPb8DMs/s320/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Helen, the other half who whipped us<br /><br /><br /></p>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-2734729647481353712008-07-29T20:13:00.002-04:002008-07-29T20:54:42.975-04:00Phew!! What Is That Smell?!!For a few days this past week, Jeremy and I had noticed a not-so-pleasant smell in our house. Thinking it might just be the trash can that sometimes doesn't get taken out on a daily basis, we quickly became more diligent in getting it emptied. That wasn't quite doing the trick, however; and so frequent trips through each room of the house became routine upon walking in the front door. Yesterday, during my commute home, Jeremy called and announced that he had discovered the source of the ever-present odor - our indisposed deep freeze chest in the basement.... Lovely. It had decided it was done putting in time freezing our food. All my good deals from the local Walmart's meat section were decomposing in my basement, turning into something just shy of hazardous material. To make a very long and smelly story short, we had to call in help in the form of "Extreme Resolutions." Too bad "Extreme Home Makeover" didn't come with them.... Yes, my dear friends and family, you can have the freezer cleanup of your dreams if you are willing to pay through the nose (no pun intended)! Thankfully the drama is all over, even if the odor still lingers! The moral of the story is - don't plan on visiting the Robisons anytime in the near future AND check in on your freezer every now and again (more "now" than again!").Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-61488029219879120922008-07-15T22:46:00.012-04:002008-07-15T23:20:05.397-04:00Summer Days....Pics from our 2008 family reunion:<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223439490466444994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDKWkWAx_0mgjaHtRD8-Cz95DwaR644b-adcSlKS9T7cy9RCgvy8by3hhls8OqwPFGkU8nhUnBPKK7nmlYObrRv2dJ8shyFktaqRM9hQkH7Inj9_2cGsAYh8BNETuQ_1CqHIUBx94U3dXr/s320/232323232%257Ffp533%253A4%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D32387982%253A9%253B78vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">My sister Angie, yours truly, and my cousin Lisa </div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223440849164224098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPDcaT8qbKO6BBkCsfZdvPuJlyQGQk6av0wMHT0UdcdczKjA5nyL5USK4ylX0qLGNmV6WtJRKLSQqHV0xiGdzHb_E_nClBKZV2jssoCJuC5gOuRNZV_Znj8m5DO_s5OTeV9-Yt5UIEm8Gy/s320/232323232%257Ffp53448%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D32387982%253A%253B%253C69vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">What we did on the way back home :-)</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223439481075759938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH22SXy43LczgzlbQ44_qOJWQbN2kgMCIHgPuOPK9WW9OHX4yFd2DgiTSrlpHmADmhnOGSqZdERcWEFylki91XAXxUKrtaRnXrh9yilRrSonI7ErrkX3nyE8cYfqkev7BEYWunHER5f5X7/s320/232323232%257Ffp533%253A3%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D32387982%253B34%253B4vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">My grandmother and I </div><br /><br />Former students of mine that invited me to be a part of their Little Miami River canoe trip:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8dXzNfeVghqz6pN633cYrXoeCBk0xhPr0sX0TpPPwZi3Xr61ZaEIIQXBl7C4hLudTLFej6Nemr6FyDzevR0BA-VtdWgMVZ51O9UEWthBy-v-Id_FdXa2yB3jvUE5ChyadynSNl4Af2KF/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223442957341715058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO8dXzNfeVghqz6pN633cYrXoeCBk0xhPr0sX0TpPPwZi3Xr61ZaEIIQXBl7C4hLudTLFej6Nemr6FyDzevR0BA-VtdWgMVZ51O9UEWthBy-v-Id_FdXa2yB3jvUE5ChyadynSNl4Af2KF/s200/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div></div><div>My wonderfully fun and ingenious husband!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWtasQ2aM_T6lXn4RB1M17aWvMSKAdx9zvmAOHOL6YvmlhBi6xy4lh6r_9S-6eJZK1OOLB_VLHpPAaeCcJBjxf3LbR605nhEOFljbm-ozZUaZjCcynZq4xDrBrxNwTkTswggxE1b6OBRW/s1600-h/232323232%257Ffp53445%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D32387982%253B35%253A4vq0mrj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223440698498958722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhWtasQ2aM_T6lXn4RB1M17aWvMSKAdx9zvmAOHOL6YvmlhBi6xy4lh6r_9S-6eJZK1OOLB_VLHpPAaeCcJBjxf3LbR605nhEOFljbm-ozZUaZjCcynZq4xDrBrxNwTkTswggxE1b6OBRW/s320/232323232%257Ffp53445%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D32387982%253B35%253A4vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div>A little more on my birthday... My beloved sister Angie decided it was time that I got up to speed technologically. So, she gave me an Ipod for my b-day!! As you can see in the picture, I couldn't quite believe that I could be loved that much. I guess she thought if I enjoyed hers as much as I do, I would enjoy one of my own even more. She even spent countless hours putting bunches of my favorite songs on it! Thanks, sis! </div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223439490470810306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisSTW_cEmHqWiNKOQZGAL2NfOlHewlhx0kI3VJPdxaG7UYr4RryGUlMRPE-GVrSF7bkPDpQrbppyxl04w4irR4YFWAZ_GO3hYlDadJiKZ8O4zESiUj8Qk9nnw2Yda9E91rCkYhxYUNQtT8/s320/232323232%257Ffp533%253A4%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D32387982%253B3594vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223442949621249010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMa8MXWXWZuXv_7aOVna0AILmx15-TIgM_p-pWnNjsESSJsfvTIc_li1aivRudEmG5yfmBAvAo9f7b2U1-boNxdtL_Zgr0WyuvdPG_OTpViRUr_Cj2BYA3UDG3E4bOw_HIPwRkdK6pqvAS/s200/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div></div><div>This next b-day gift was extra special - Years ago, my grandmother began creating star patterns out of regular gingham material, simply by putting "chicken scratch" in certain places. This is an incredible pattern! She worked on this project a lot in the car while she and Grandpa traveled (this quilt has seen many miles and many places). When all the stars were stitched, my mother put the squares together and added a prairie point edge, creating a simply lovely quilt that I will treasure for the rest of my life!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223439224621021954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcDgOxnp4mMyu57N49A5e5XzCOVINRRCjWsnFRMp-Ok9VyRCJHxWcA1YTAOuQixYiaSZpcxAflzozbmLHM8hferSoZcCWX5vHnrFZeVayeLtBn5u9AQUpo26p-L6wV4vT54SC4Wt8RBgO/s320/232323232%257Ffp53444%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3238798285557vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223439485801916674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVUuTypKmD5bZowMlU-Zr6s4oac9YEr3T3Q__hENCaQK_65BxsqWB6q_Y5bW_CGruip4ZjpwTOMhTUKeX6Xdu5YaiPr4RPzN15_Kjvt23IjvSQ_N3pC1JpOSYms2Epm06TLGfDFoAfqOSp/s320/232323232%257Ffp533%253A3%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3238798285595vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223440841971028274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaMpzS6_IeALxjbnOOgTDXMPa-hLqbgoJwxMH1rmcYMni1eeXjrPpU_OXba-fAyyVH-rahrSSoBYxgLx84LUNDK_jwZc9u0T1fwqttrPl4osh7T776rugg1sNpqfEKDcb8PWHGVWeJcaCa/s320/232323232%257Ffp53445%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D323879828633%253Bvq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223440847304337682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoG0vYkmllHqpQ9evX0GiGRiedjj7XuT3tEvV7Q5am1UsBsTZlEjZNG2H2f5_UZpa6jLz-npX8oiLCgmll2ti5hNZ4_WOPK0JgCsMQg8HKRdKb6ovo5eaAe1Dt291Cw3s451fRMWcI1dvI/s320/232323232%257Ffp53447%253Evq%253D3364%253E634%253E9%253B%253A%253EWSNRCG%253D3238798286334vq0mrj.jpg" border="0" /><br /></div></div>The extremely small pictures are due to having gotten them from a shared Snapfish album.... Sorry :-(<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-11963225202340050822008-07-08T21:42:00.002-04:002008-07-08T22:00:00.794-04:00Little Bit of This and ThatNo pictures, again..... :-(<br /><br /><strong>THIS</strong>: This week is Vacation Bible School, complete with Kool-aid mustaches, cookie-crumb faces, energetic kids, and grown-ups trying to keep up! This time around I'm part of the transportation caravan, and I'm having a rootin' tootin' time hauling kids back and forth! Tonight I had a kid come running back out of his house telling me to stop - his dad wanted to speak with me. I'll be honest - all I could think of was some big ol' hulk of a guy coming out and letting me have it for an unknown wrong. Nothing but the opposite was true. I was thanked profusely for bringing his kids home, and he even invited me to come over sometime to "get to know the family." "Whew and wow," all at the same time! How exciting to be touching someone for Jesus!<br /><br /><strong>AND</strong>...<br /><br /><strong>THAT</strong>: As of this past week, I've joined the ranks of those 30 and above.... sigh, sniffle.... Hasn't anyone found some loophole that gets you out of having your 30th birthday?! More sighs and sniffles....Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-3638521428622444862008-06-24T16:55:00.002-04:002008-06-24T17:32:40.995-04:00Oh, Where Is My Contact?This is what I was saying, crying, wailing Friday night after getting home from church camp. Jenn and I had just taken in all my luggage, when I realized that I wasn't seeing the way I should be. It wasn't because my eyes were dry or my contact had shifted; it was due to NO contact being in my eye at all! Just great. That thing could be anywhere - in the van, on the concrete driveway or sidewalk, in the house, on any part of my mounding camp luggage... Jeremy was going to kill me (not really, but panic will have strange effects on you); to replace my hard contact would be at least $100, if not more. My wonderful sister-in-law did not let the impossible lead her to despair; she just got to lookin'. After searching for a while, I prayed out loud to the Lord, who would be the only reason we were ever going to find it. Deciding to check the van one more time, I opened the door only to find that silly contact peacefully lying on the carpet beside my seat, acting as if I should have known it was there all the time. I just about had a shouting time right there in my driveway thanking the Lord for the discovery! Isn't it just like Him to bring relief in a moment of chaotic crisis?!!<br /><br />News bulletin: It's official! GBS has employed me as Office Manager of the Music Division! Bro. Wolf called to see if I would be interested in taking the position, and how can you say "no" to Bro. Wolf? In short, you don't! :-) Jeremy and I will most likely be moving there soon. Fortunately, it will bring Jeremy closer to his station, which is worth a lot when you consider gas prices. I'll be saying "goodbye" to my home of twenty-nine years (I've already informed Jeremy that there will be an inevitable meltdown before this transition is completely over). I'm excited, though, to be working with Bro. Wolf and to be near some of my favorite people!Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-35960683634613432942008-06-11T17:13:00.004-04:002008-06-12T11:18:59.420-04:00Riverfront Bike Ride<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfjjsrNBeP4nHswWoNnlEBkqi-kwgB6BEbalEIOlyqvWnIDbcKVc7EzT17RkJnj18lBRtoivMSrkAyUDH_GHOA-iK6f28-wm3Ege2-Df3B9WL8UOBvbjBjbpX0JQ34p4zvNGipmwtTXqx/s1600-h/DSCN0098.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014547490334786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYfjjsrNBeP4nHswWoNnlEBkqi-kwgB6BEbalEIOlyqvWnIDbcKVc7EzT17RkJnj18lBRtoivMSrkAyUDH_GHOA-iK6f28-wm3Ege2-Df3B9WL8UOBvbjBjbpX0JQ34p4zvNGipmwtTXqx/s320/DSCN0098.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWSjMMEEzXmKYnOz6jS0kAxCYJG2aLI8QvkMqYu7l3HKnQp18gGbk-yxpQkRvavVKhQiga_P5e-RtfWpxEMJXNubt_MVneP1wC8e8WXexnnzlpo12l0hBFXlN2Rz7gR4CYPw-7zb3dIzf/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014556040541714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimWSjMMEEzXmKYnOz6jS0kAxCYJG2aLI8QvkMqYu7l3HKnQp18gGbk-yxpQkRvavVKhQiga_P5e-RtfWpxEMJXNubt_MVneP1wC8e8WXexnnzlpo12l0hBFXlN2Rz7gR4CYPw-7zb3dIzf/s320/DSCN0107.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ro5SLDGJquZ3qYi7c4yxaOcA7EvNPnpI2TSbFU7tpk2IpqcQWeFO0dWChbWoLzdh4W3NyXAb6eS1Z3PcVrMVcrXs9cKx-QLZCek75uHQ4QPwbPYHN07l0VO5BaKuXInzBDSCfEphC4xd/s1600-h/DSCN0112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211014567604062786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6Ro5SLDGJquZ3qYi7c4yxaOcA7EvNPnpI2TSbFU7tpk2IpqcQWeFO0dWChbWoLzdh4W3NyXAb6eS1Z3PcVrMVcrXs9cKx-QLZCek75uHQ4QPwbPYHN07l0VO5BaKuXInzBDSCfEphC4xd/s320/DSCN0112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Last evening, Jeremy and I took advantage of the beautiful weather and took our bikes down to the Riverfront trail for the first time. I find it amazing that I've lived in Cincinnati all my life and am still discovering new treasures of the city. The ride was so relaxing! There weren't very many people out (possibly because the Reds and Cardinals were in town), but that made it even nicer! After crossing the Purple People Bridge, we treated ourselves to Smoothie King :-) On the way back to our starting point, we were pleasantly surprised to find a GBS group playing volleyball at Sawyer Point! Needless to say, we started to burn more calories after joining them. The whole evening was a very pleasant time, one that made me feel like I was dating again!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-862524397490523832008-06-05T17:34:00.006-04:002008-06-07T12:15:53.455-04:00More Than a Thousand Words<div align="left">If a picture is worth a thousand words, then I have about 1,700,000 of them! Snapfish had a limited-time offer of 9-cent digital prints with free shipping/handling! How could I pass this up, especially having seven years worth of digital pictures? So, I proceeded to take all day last Friday selecting and uploading 1,700 pictures. Here is the evidence of my splurge (which I had been saving for because I just knew a deal like this would come my way soon!): </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5I8YeaexkHPe58IwEAgNzejLHgueKxJilOssIxX5YkImA-OaqEmuaW-p5RiRvxsfNpvKSiP10IOyS2b4Wvz5H2lR4R3TcxKjWOCQ7CgscIrow1MCfh5l_8pLn6spTxMD5brIVZE48Om8B/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208514358851476754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5I8YeaexkHPe58IwEAgNzejLHgueKxJilOssIxX5YkImA-OaqEmuaW-p5RiRvxsfNpvKSiP10IOyS2b4Wvz5H2lR4R3TcxKjWOCQ7CgscIrow1MCfh5l_8pLn6spTxMD5brIVZE48Om8B/s320/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1ZU4JbM5ic77NrBTwwSksosODvRa__ouVS27JaFNx-e2ajIomlq9PGtq5HVBXSu6gIzo_wQB1PxxYR8cwkmJlyb09ElSzc5L5hwo3fNHjl532-QMt21Elv4EHBVe6Thf-L4CD2Fd8LCp/s1600-h/DSC_0041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208514361939604818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg1ZU4JbM5ic77NrBTwwSksosODvRa__ouVS27JaFNx-e2ajIomlq9PGtq5HVBXSu6gIzo_wQB1PxxYR8cwkmJlyb09ElSzc5L5hwo3fNHjl532-QMt21Elv4EHBVe6Thf-L4CD2Fd8LCp/s320/DSC_0041.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-57365935864841401742008-05-28T16:26:00.009-04:002008-05-28T16:54:32.599-04:00Stampin' Up! Club Creations<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALJh90qSJRBs9DT5raEgnknmn-LGvWDjxSL1YhtxDjhAooYG_xeVjaJEy34QNNO1JpWlgzakJCHWSWCgPrJ8vm6whO75Aije7e7d_cIFS0Zsc4rL-jnaheXSV6EDWlIm4t47Pp0ptxv2c/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205531249991959490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiALJh90qSJRBs9DT5raEgnknmn-LGvWDjxSL1YhtxDjhAooYG_xeVjaJEy34QNNO1JpWlgzakJCHWSWCgPrJ8vm6whO75Aije7e7d_cIFS0Zsc4rL-jnaheXSV6EDWlIm4t47Pp0ptxv2c/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm part of Melissa Gresham's Stampin' Up! club. We have a meeting each month to make a project and spend money :-) The requirement is a $15 purchase every time we meet (isn't that just terrible?!). I give Melissa's daughter Abby piano lessons to fund this addiction. Last night we made the scrapbook page, complete with staples - the newest rage - and felt flowers. The heart is chipboard, covered with printed paper. The other two items are projects from previous months.<br /></div><div></div>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2138180892400249496.post-75025416388125198912008-05-22T18:05:00.000-04:002008-05-22T19:05:58.785-04:00Branching Out<div>Today I am making my debut into the blogging world! This is a slightly vulnerable step for my normally reserved self (and all the people who really know me say "yeah, right!"). However, I feel that I will thoroughly enjoy being a part of you all who have kept me entertained and at my computer for hours. I just hope I can get to where I can make a post without rereading my entry 100 times to make sure it sounds alright!<br /><br />Here is our latest adventure: tent camping (my first time to spend more than one night in a tent). Growing up, our family's idea of camping was going with a camper. Being in a tent is just a <em>smidge</em> different.... I suppose I cheated somewhat, though, and made reservations at a state park, complete with restrooms and showers!</div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8eP_S_jBksObI3iG0dQcvK2Kc8Gc1r6S_6yf-A7YH5quNSHGBayARFTZ0th7Sj0qT4oD-N8NCONWo5P5zcIRb6Hea646eaGu5DOFg4n0aK81S1zuk9ZgU6XoSQ4LDwzlwKYoJKK2faRV/s1600-h/DSC_0011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203341559700341554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8eP_S_jBksObI3iG0dQcvK2Kc8Gc1r6S_6yf-A7YH5quNSHGBayARFTZ0th7Sj0qT4oD-N8NCONWo5P5zcIRb6Hea646eaGu5DOFg4n0aK81S1zuk9ZgU6XoSQ4LDwzlwKYoJKK2faRV/s320/DSC_0011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZDBv5RqWK_yqwN6kZSrEkoFfhyphenhyphenEkbnkJCabTCD9lw5U5PKEMrOKekaji6J-Fy4hP-SDP5u6xFZmvsj4TJ_tQwNSUkYLKKVzb95nm5d3oI2tYcWyANjsvX6OnyVrX5XEhzS7Pc-tkSQhz/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203341563995308866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfZDBv5RqWK_yqwN6kZSrEkoFfhyphenhyphenEkbnkJCabTCD9lw5U5PKEMrOKekaji6J-Fy4hP-SDP5u6xFZmvsj4TJ_tQwNSUkYLKKVzb95nm5d3oI2tYcWyANjsvX6OnyVrX5XEhzS7Pc-tkSQhz/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0EZ1SfepYWjV3eRePwxv1avAIUqxVAiZ2QhOgv_WsnB9awNJzISdws1LRB4QgZ8L3fsEotBwTfoa10Z1IGY5W5-SXxG7W7rpSW4PSKQLEx8mXhA9m4CXCtek8FU5oQZXfT983FXXMd4z/s1600-h/DSC_0102.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203341572585243474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK0EZ1SfepYWjV3eRePwxv1avAIUqxVAiZ2QhOgv_WsnB9awNJzISdws1LRB4QgZ8L3fsEotBwTfoa10Z1IGY5W5-SXxG7W7rpSW4PSKQLEx8mXhA9m4CXCtek8FU5oQZXfT983FXXMd4z/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" border="0" /></a>Lisa Rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05900952456757920906noreply@blogger.com12