tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80206823771181062942024-02-02T12:40:30.175-07:00.Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-83660357014335645112012-01-28T00:48:00.005-07:002012-01-28T01:08:56.939-07:00KALEIDOSCOPE - Not Just For KidsRirie-Woodbury is and incredible dance company with incredible talent and am so inspired each and every time I have gone to one of their productions yet it's been so long since I have been able to go. Lately my innards have been needing new inspiration so when I saw the opportunity to enter to win Tickets to this<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://www.ririewoodbury.com/performances/kaleidoscope">http://bit.ly/kaleidoscoperw</a></span><br />I was more than thrilled. Read the description of this production from their site:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UWjKHcO8N8Lz5EpOW0-9u_Jc1ukEqwpJcYgAGrECO-xGWpYUr25MoWDtgpR4tDvVS_xEJoB4ociX-_WNsnQgX4tJvd7btzyQ4-w9v52_K4Tg06sJ6f_7IRwxtU387FntmW_G8UJKrak/s1600/Kaleidoscope.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_UWjKHcO8N8Lz5EpOW0-9u_Jc1ukEqwpJcYgAGrECO-xGWpYUr25MoWDtgpR4tDvVS_xEJoB4ociX-_WNsnQgX4tJvd7btzyQ4-w9v52_K4Tg06sJ6f_7IRwxtU387FntmW_G8UJKrak/s400/Kaleidoscope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702591093256145074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">"Giant elastic bands that define space like a huge cat’s cradle give form to the exciting work “<strong>Tensile Involvement</strong>.” “<strong>Noumenon</strong>” fascinates us with dancers moving in strict unison, creating dynamic forms while completely enshrouded in silver bags. Garish clowns, frolicking in a black light filled arcade, set the stage to entertain us in excerpts from “<strong>Gallery</strong>” (Premiere). “<strong>Kaleidoscope</strong>” brings strange-footed dancers balancing on discs, men hanging precariously out in space, and a pair of dancers on a journey while balancing a long pole between their feet. “<strong>Clothes</strong>,” a statement on fashion, features outlandish costumes which are changed on a whim by the characters on stage. This exciting collection of Nikolais’ works is presented here for the child in all of us!</span>"<br /><br />Gah! I want, no NEED to go to this! Keep your fingers crossed for me!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>http://bit.ly/kaleidoscoperwChellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-25437650733187742242012-01-25T06:11:00.001-07:002012-01-25T06:12:02.059-07:00ALTITUDE: 2, CHELLOR: 0 When you have a master cook like Pops at home (he doesn't like me to use the term "chef" when describing him) like I do, why would I make him suffer with my amateur at best cooking? Needless to say it's rare to find me in the kitchen making more than an egg sandwich or creepys (crepes.)<br />
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However, when a friend posted a picture of the most beautiful chocolate chip cookies on Instagram over the weekend I found myself, 20 mins later, in the checkout line with 2 bags of chocolate chip cookies! Ok as well as a basket full of other ransoms groceries, but that's only because I turn 5 years old upon stepping into the grocery store and I "NEEEEED" everything. Pops loves this about me *sarcasm* and loves even more when I try to sneak things in the cart... I digress.<br />
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Long story short, after rushing home, chocolate chips in tow, and carefully following the instructions on the bag, I ended up with flat cookies. As well as slightly over-cooked cookies, but we're gonna blame that one on the stove mmmm'k? Damn you, high altitude! You've done it to me again with your cookie flattening skills! Ok, no biggie, we will just add more flour like my sis taught me to do years ago (and turn the oven heat down a bit.) Batch 2: still flat, but slightly better! Ok, now we're getting somewhere. More flour. Batch 3: Oh my word, Fluffy cookies! Yay! I anxiously wait for them to cool scoop them onto the plate and take a bite of a lovely fluffy cookie..... Blerg! Now they taste funny! Not so funny you can't eat them, but definitely not that perfect fluffy to gooey goodness ratio I demand in my cookies! *sigh* Oh Well. Pops and I enjoy the cookies best we can, I bag up the leftovers to take with me as a afternoon pick up snack at work the next day, and call it a night. *double sigh*<br />
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The next day, cookie bag in tow, I have a cooking queen co-worker try batch 1 vs. batch 2. She confirmed my thoughts from the previous night. Batch 1 had the gooey good quality while batch 2 had the fluffy quality, but tasted slightly off. She recommended a few things to try, I tried to pay attention to a subject I like only to reap the benefits from- cooking, logged the most simple of the suggestions and resolved to try again when the string of my prior days efforts had wore off.<br />
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Yesterday, I decided to try my hand at said cookies again. Remember, how I said I bought 2 bags of choc.chips? Usually that's simply because I tend to eat too many of them while making the batter and never end up with enough for baking, but luckily enough I somehow manager restraint and the seal on back 2 was never broken! Work ended and I had a splitting headache. Migraine are very common for me and this one was getting there quick. After coming home and trying to comfort my aching head for a couple hours I decided Pops shouldn't have to suffer with downer Chellor anymore and the cookies would definitely make my throbbing go away. I went into mechanical mode and started following choc.chip cookie recipe again. Since my brain wasn't thinking clearly, I managed to turn the oven heat down, but I did the exact same thing I had a few days prior in making the recipe! Gah! Flat cookies again! *see pictures below* At this point I throw in the towel for the night. I've had it! This is why I don't go in the kitchen! If a simple recipe leads me astray and doesn't work the first time I get bored and frustrated all at once. But this time I had resolved to actually try, try again only to fub it up again! Granted my brain wasn't fully functioning, but c'mon, Chellor! It had been just a few days! At least they weren't burnt due to the lower oven temp, I guess. I put the rest of the batter in the fridge and called it quits.<br />
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I may tackle this high altitude cookie baking again in the near... or not so near future, but for now I'm just fine eating my paper flat gooey cookies.<br />
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You win these rounds, High Altitude.<div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28m2zHu5dQPeHw8jmnQAESnHB3ty6F4Z1rybyhG5EQ09NSr5yvvAh703ZKGV5y3Il0e1MJDFlxG53z3vGT8QRIagzcWyW60xnZtTZdgJ6qVsOYO7RFsqFYPFq2VU0hi2G0DYNaTqxM8M/s640/blogger-image--1257615854.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj28m2zHu5dQPeHw8jmnQAESnHB3ty6F4Z1rybyhG5EQ09NSr5yvvAh703ZKGV5y3Il0e1MJDFlxG53z3vGT8QRIagzcWyW60xnZtTZdgJ6qVsOYO7RFsqFYPFq2VU0hi2G0DYNaTqxM8M/s640/blogger-image--1257615854.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugEMd1rfKJpT08lF6SnfhUVslCA33oTRGCDZfVchFkjibpML1b_V02QWnt-oxdlpNpfEhdblX3J2QAWxvBM157fCFiqKOKcIObgt7C8mQ3UobX3zdM6jN7ZktT1aosCU7DxZyDqnem14/s640/blogger-image-747424707.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugEMd1rfKJpT08lF6SnfhUVslCA33oTRGCDZfVchFkjibpML1b_V02QWnt-oxdlpNpfEhdblX3J2QAWxvBM157fCFiqKOKcIObgt7C8mQ3UobX3zdM6jN7ZktT1aosCU7DxZyDqnem14/s640/blogger-image-747424707.jpg" /></a></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-29213408262129319912012-01-22T12:15:00.004-07:002012-03-11T09:09:38.857-06:00EGG SANDWICH PERFECTIONThe egg sandwich is my fav breakfast. It may not be the most delicious, but when everything is factored, The Egg Sandwich is #1.<br /><br /> Today I am going to, step by step, tell you how to make THE perfect egg sandwich! But first, a little history and understanding of my love for this morning delight. It could get long so feel free to just skip down to said instructions if you so desire to skip my trip down memory lane. :)<br /><br /> Most of the love stems from my mother. See my dad was always the main cook in my household, but when I was in high school and going a million miles an hour at all times, some mornings my mom would make me an egg sandwich, wrap it up in tin foil to keep it warm and put it in my hand as I was rushing out the door. The thing I remember most dearly about this though was how, before she would make one, she would come and knock on my door or catch me in the hallway as I was rushing to get ready for the day and match my movement speed with her talking speed and quickly ask with anticipation, "Can I make you an egg sandwich to go?!" I think she got so much joy from this because she was a corporate business women from the time I entered pre-school and didn't get many opportunities to do quote, un-quote "motherly" things for me. (did I need to use the quotes since I said quote, unquote...?)<br /><br /> Anyway, I quickly found myself making my own egg sandwiches from time to time when she went to work early. I could never get them to taste quite as good as hers, but I still loved the act of eating that egg sand wrapped in tinfoil as I *sped to school or early morning dance or wherever I was headed.<br />*let it be known to all that I do not condone eating egg sandwiches while driving, nor do I condone speeding! I have also only received 2 speeding tickets my entire 12 yrs of driving.<br /><br /> Even after high school if there were a few months I was back at home mom would sometimes ask me if she could make me an egg sandwich with that same anticipation and giddy smile. This even happened at times just before K & I got married. I was living in my grandparents basement in Orem and because my parents live clear down in Salem, but work in Provo/Orem they would often sleep at the G-parents too. I think as I get older she finds more and more joy making these sandwiches for me. (Don't tell her, but I love it too and not just because they're so delicious!)<br /><br /> Enough reminiscing, let's get to the food directions! These are not my mother's instructions. These come from years of becoming more and more obsessed, nay enthusiastic about egg sands. Also this isn't necessarily a recipe, but more so directions on construction of said egg sandwich. I'll include the recipe steps and how I cook my eggs, but the construction is what I want you to focus on.<br /><br />Here weeeee GO!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">First: the correct ingredients and kitchen essentials<br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4YCWtX8c2-kGw8CFIrH9gelkcJ4rODX4xMKE7SRPQKnxyoAfFv73yLy3M9-TE_DhmNXrNG_W4pRAKFfJUsTE3Ylm-ZRPqtkiTZzac7MhFrS5LmOqlHji2wOp037_DUCfaGRwB0dPe14/s640/blogger-image--1990797494.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiN4YCWtX8c2-kGw8CFIrH9gelkcJ4rODX4xMKE7SRPQKnxyoAfFv73yLy3M9-TE_DhmNXrNG_W4pRAKFfJUsTE3Ylm-ZRPqtkiTZzac7MhFrS5LmOqlHji2wOp037_DUCfaGRwB0dPe14/s640/blogger-image--1990797494.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br />• Small pan<br /> Small amount of eggs, small pan. It just works best.<br /><br />• Toaster on low/med<br /> Toasters are all so very different. Basically you want your bread just slightly browned.<br /><br />• 2-3 Eggs -<br /> 2 for just the sandwich, 3 if you want extra eggs on the side. I'm not too picky on the brand of eggs, but I like to use large eggs<br /><br />• Cracked Pepper -<br /> To taste. I like just a few twists of the pepper cracker<br /><br />• 1 of 3 seasonings: Italian seasoning, Seasoning Salt, OR garlic salt -<div>All are also to taste, however, do NOT use all 3 or even 2 of the three. Only ONE! It throws off the entire taste. I mean it.<br /><br />• 2 TBSP Water<br /> This is one I haven't played with. My mom did it so I do it. End of story. I just turn the tap on medium strength and use 1 full seconds worth of water and guess that this is about 2 TBSPs.<br /><br />• Mild cheddar (not pictured) -<br />This is the one ingredient I don't always use simply because sometimes I'm not in the mood for cheese. Also I like grated, but I'm sure sliced would do the cheese job required when using it... You'll get what I mean by that soon enough.<br /><br />• 12 grain Wheat Bread -<br /> I am slightly picky on the bread I use. It has to have the perfect strength to hold the egg&cheese after being toasted and buttered. Then it has to have the right texture to provide the perfect crunch in contrast to the smooth egg. Yes, I'm serious! There are a few brands I've found to work nicely and the Country Oven picture above is one of them. (Plus Smiths has this bread on sale often which is of course awesome!)<br /><br />• Brummell & Brown butter -<br /> Again, I'm very specific about my butter. The taste of this yogurt whipped butter makes a huge difference!<br /><br />• Paper towel -<br /> The bread MUST be toasted flat and crumbs on the counter drive me mad no matter how easy they are to clean up.<br /><br />• Plate -<br /> It may seem obvious, but the plate plays an all important roll of catching egg that may fall from the sandwich so you can still eat them. It also catches said pesky bread crumbs.<br /><br />Ok, let's get to making and constructing this sucker!<br /><br />•Heat pan just below Med<br /><br />•Oil or spray pan when heated up<br /><br />•Eggs, water, pepper, & seasoning go in a cup and get whipped with a fork<br /><br />•Pour egg mixture in heated, oiled pan<br /><br />•Get bread, butter, & knife ready. Yes, this is a very important part or I wouldn't be saying it. Ever tried to butter cooled down bread? It would RUIN this sandwich. The two slices need to be ready in the toaster but not yet toasting, butter lid off and a long scoop of Brummell & Brown already on the knife. Just do it, ok?<br /><br />• By this time the eggs are starting to get hard enough on the bottom to flip over or scramble. I like a mixture of scrambled then ending them solid so they sit together in the sandwich without continuously falling out and having to reconstruct the sandwich as I'm eating it. To get this perfection I slightly chop them into strips when they are still a bit soggy on top but done on bottom, then flip the whole egg mixture over in one quick motion. Because the sogginess that was on top is now on bottom, they finish as a solid egg scramble. Get it? I don't blame you if you don't. It's really difficult for me to try to explain without pics... Hmmm, maybe a perfect solid egg scramble tutorial is in order. Later! We have a sandwich to construct here!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span></div>•Here is where you add cheese if desired. I sprinkle enough on top of the eggs to mostly cover them but so you can still see egg. At this point your eggs are almost done and essentially just cooking through and melting cheese head (I call the cheese on top cheese head. Get excited because "Cheesy bum" is to come!)<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1aqB-Sjf06ztI3fquRSTB5_OeLfyS8R8UWEVF8Y_G1o5j7LYST36NZStFLcvYtUsXXYV1JLNLgMp-Ml7BbrfTOPh_CybkTuriol1PN-Np0DUf7SUfqSfbxlfB-q-Dw4sJ2GaBBhkF_c/s640/blogger-image-815255133.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1aqB-Sjf06ztI3fquRSTB5_OeLfyS8R8UWEVF8Y_G1o5j7LYST36NZStFLcvYtUsXXYV1JLNLgMp-Ml7BbrfTOPh_CybkTuriol1PN-Np0DUf7SUfqSfbxlfB-q-Dw4sJ2GaBBhkF_c/s640/blogger-image-815255133.jpg" border="0" /></a></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Solid Scramble with Cheese Head</span></div><br />• Now the bread is a GO! for toasting then buttering! Push that little toaster button down with vigor make sure your napkin, butter and buttered knife is ready.<br /><br />• If you're using cheese get that ready too. Cheesy bum is coming up!<br /><br />• AS SOON as the bread pops up in the toaster have buttered knife in hand, take only ONE piece, aka bread slice 1, out of the toaster. Lay that sucker on the paper towel and butter her up!<br />(THIS WILL BE THE PIECE YOU PUT ON TOP OF THE EGG)<br />When you are spreading anything on bread I am a firm believer in covering every inch of flat surface. I am also a firm believer that you don't need more than just enough to cover the bread. So as soon as you cover the surface of the first piece of bread run the knife back across top of the bread to wipe off excess butter. This should only take you 3-5 seconds and should be done in no more than 5 knife strokes. Don't roll your eyes at me! I'm serious.<br /><br />• Bread slice 2 is then taken out of the toaster and is buttered the same way as bread slice 1.<br /><br />• Bread slice 2 is put on the plate then sprinkle a little cheese all over the bread equally. Don't miss the edges. This is Cheesy Bum! ;)<br /><br />• Eggs should be completely done and not too hard at all at this point. If you used 2 eggs you can simple scoop the entire cooked solid egg scramble up an slide it off the spatula onto cheesy bottom of bread slice 2.<br />If you used 3 eggs cut solid scramble with spatula in the shape of your bread slice and repeat the motion of sliding that section of cheese head egg on cheesy bum. (Eat excess egg scramble at will.)<br /><br />• Lay bread slice 1 on top of solid egg scramble aka cheese head.<br /><br />• Now because the butter has melted in both bread slices, but bread slice 2 has had solid egg scramble moisture softening it slightly I like to flip my entire completed egg sandwich over so now cheese head is on bottom and cheesy bum is on top! I do this even if I didn't use cheese.<br /><br /> Ladies and Gentlemen, it is now time for you to devour your PERFECT egg sandwich! And if you made it to the end of this amazingly descriptive post, you deserve a reward. </div><div>Oooh, oooh, I know! Come to my house and I will make you the PERFECT EGG SANDWICH!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">Hummer sitting right in my line of vision acting as if he's been starved so I'll share<br />Silly HumBum. Perfection is for Chellors.<br /></span></div> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIrYnEjmxeCgkdsrPyC6pScOKjFQVFtS3NFsBitNfciELcB2vBk0Ckw_SFLYaDqSHm-AYVJfkwFCNpz7Z6-DXXQeQ2nNaO-4DuKo5QjT3t3tJNgk_3L_eaCnw5hgvxFfIfNTvxhmmtYQ/s640/blogger-image--1683111838.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqIrYnEjmxeCgkdsrPyC6pScOKjFQVFtS3NFsBitNfciELcB2vBk0Ckw_SFLYaDqSHm-AYVJfkwFCNpz7Z6-DXXQeQ2nNaO-4DuKo5QjT3t3tJNgk_3L_eaCnw5hgvxFfIfNTvxhmmtYQ/s640/blogger-image--1683111838.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-51339388094722560302012-01-21T06:10:00.011-07:002012-01-21T07:30:48.018-07:00What's that you say?<span style="font-size:85%;">I have the memory of.... well I guess I don't know exactly, but I would say somewhere between a pregnant woman and a fish. (NO, I'm not pregnant!) </span><br /><br />Let's just start this over. I have a horrible memory. Period. My close friends and family know this about me and hopefully they don't get too annoyed with me for it. As I ascend to the latter part of my 20's I'm finally realizing it's not a just a phase that I struggle to remember things and am gracefully coming to terms with it. I'm also less apologetic of it because I really do try so hard to not forget things by making lists, setting reminders, writing notes... constant notes, and taking photos. Well the photo part is what brings me to this sweet little post that you are graced.<br /><br />I take a lot of photos. A LOT. Not like a professional photographer a lot, but a "I need to document every living second so I don't forget" a lot. I'm not going to try to compete that I take more or less than anyone, (3,000 since August '11) ha!, but my dear Pops (that's my hubby, not my dad- get it straight) reminds me oh so often how many photos I take and that to him it's not normal that I rarely do anything with said photos, but download them to the computer every few months. Well, I also do not care to justify any of my photos or the way I do or do not use them. They are for me. I rarely ask people to pose for photos or even to "SMILE!" because like I said, I am, more often than not, just clicking that little button to capture and remember the moment as it is.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IwZwbAMIcQoIKbtVgx9wVuNxns26DiAU3PPrIhb7DF7sHZPVlFtFBSqTojVNkCU_naOCYvLCpTXQLps16-HMNPfJlU5RI8BCaGOyeg5L1iw7QSH_nN1TlM8R8QwlCgQfVAY8MR1aOL0/s1600/Dad.Hummer"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3IwZwbAMIcQoIKbtVgx9wVuNxns26DiAU3PPrIhb7DF7sHZPVlFtFBSqTojVNkCU_naOCYvLCpTXQLps16-HMNPfJlU5RI8BCaGOyeg5L1iw7QSH_nN1TlM8R8QwlCgQfVAY8MR1aOL0/s400/Dad.Hummer" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700089727319445426" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">This is an all time fav, photo and is so dear to my heart. <br />There are many things I will ALWAYS remember from this one photo:<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">1) At this moment I was showing my mom how cool iPhones are and the Instagram app and she was paying attention.<br />(my mom is a very excited person and her mind jumps from one thing to another very quickly) :) </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">2) My parents came over to our new pad in SLC to celebrate my BDAY </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">3) We were still trying to figure out seating when company comes over as seen by the bistro chair from our patio. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">4) Hummer has loved my dad from the moment they met and loves to cuddle up next to him whenever they are relaxing together. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">5) The way my dad sits with his arms folded in thought while he watches TV or is listening to someone talk.</span><br /></div><br /></div>I am not a photographer nor do I or have I ever termed myself as that. Most of my photos are taken with my iPhone because let's face it, iPhones and the camera apps you can download on them are bitchen and produce rad photos!<br /><br />Well, I have been thinking that I would like to display my photos more. Not for anyone, but for myself and my memories. If you follow Pop's and I's blog you will have read that I am going to start blogging more to also remember the doings of the life I/WE live. Well photos will very much be a part of this. There may be a random photo plugged into an even more random blog just because it is, there may be a blog about photos only, there my be a blog with ONLY photos. I may or may not explain the photo or the blog post. Remember this is for me people! Well a little for you too or I wouldn't be putting this on the blogispher, but you get my point.Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-5081079693977744582010-12-31T09:08:00.003-07:002010-12-31T09:11:54.170-07:00Double Hair Knot<div style="text-align: center;">While looking for hair styles for the wedding day I came upon this new trend for Spring 2011 and I am in love!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a href="http://www.fashionising.com/trends/b--Double-hair-knot-5227.html">Double Hair Knot found here.</a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWo0n_veZ3vwou3BAQc-BdxOQ3OFDkDGLVG_SVKmKtXMZblbR5lOkt-q_5udn6maQNmZcaFsNaa4TkM9NNT1oyJWOjrT-_6IbTG7DET9mD7tXKFkTG7A4H0uTQZ5WnPpYREAx_0Wmgxuo/s1600/double+hair+knot.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 193px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWo0n_veZ3vwou3BAQc-BdxOQ3OFDkDGLVG_SVKmKtXMZblbR5lOkt-q_5udn6maQNmZcaFsNaa4TkM9NNT1oyJWOjrT-_6IbTG7DET9mD7tXKFkTG7A4H0uTQZ5WnPpYREAx_0Wmgxuo/s400/double+hair+knot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556879782486373778" border="0" /></a><br />Anything that takes only minutes to do and not much effort at all has my name on it. You'll be seeing me doing this often this year!<br /></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-45824857986197714772010-10-06T22:00:00.005-06:002010-10-06T22:04:12.432-06:00Fitness + Sisters = Fitsters!<div style="text-align: center;">My sis n I have started a little <a href="http://fitsters.blogspot.com/">blog </a>where we can challenge ourselves and others to live more of a healthy life day to day and create better habits. Please hop on over if you get a chance and comment, get into the challenges, or just blog stalk if you'd like :)<br /></div><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a href="http://fitsters.blogspot.com/">http://fitsters.blogspot.com/</a></span><br /><br /><br /></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-3585273223365522462010-08-16T21:10:00.002-06:002010-08-20T07:10:10.801-06:00In Loving Memory...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;">JEFFERY HASARA</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJk2Zy-DrPU1JKBViRASig3tHeXwPCg4Lt_M11KQvESPB7ltjTQjQHmWp2nVNQ48hv5ae7bgKPvo11JJ1P2l5aS-JZdIOcCdqNz7rMLlvgc4YfqJE1wyhW6yE63HmX5c8Vlgs51zBQ23nw/s1600/JEFF.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJk2Zy-DrPU1JKBViRASig3tHeXwPCg4Lt_M11KQvESPB7ltjTQjQHmWp2nVNQ48hv5ae7bgKPvo11JJ1P2l5aS-JZdIOcCdqNz7rMLlvgc4YfqJE1wyhW6yE63HmX5c8Vlgs51zBQ23nw/s400/JEFF.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506203371070540962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">NOVEMBER 24, 1993 - AUGUST 1</span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">6, 2010</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> <br /> <br /> </span></span> <div style="text-align: left;">I had a really hard time trying to figure out exactly what to say about one of the most amazing people I've ever had the opportunity to know and I think my sister, <a href="http://gregandjesswilson.blogspot.com/2010/07/in-loving-memory-of-jeffery-hasara.html">Jess said it all here.</a></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-69762120144712250902010-06-30T07:45:00.003-06:002010-06-30T07:51:16.873-06:00Guatemala *Teaser*<div style="text-align: center;">There aren't words to describe my opportunity to go to Guatemala. Even though I'm still recovering from a nasty "bug" (maybe a real bug, Heidi) it was hands down the most amazing traveling opportunity I have ever had and it changed my life. I can't wait to *try* to tell you all about it. :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfhQdSygb04cCahJNsWmDdI36Vx0TE57EuNgDiX_4QuSHPey16W_nEhcayyoLZXSJIO_dwnega_SskB8980PIDNFP-y-UktEz5p9VnzBWZigf1bfGrCEkPf-vVcO6T7n0pEgovOUlbas/s1600/Reesa+Guatemala+6.29.10+638.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxfhQdSygb04cCahJNsWmDdI36Vx0TE57EuNgDiX_4QuSHPey16W_nEhcayyoLZXSJIO_dwnega_SskB8980PIDNFP-y-UktEz5p9VnzBWZigf1bfGrCEkPf-vVcO6T7n0pEgovOUlbas/s400/Reesa+Guatemala+6.29.10+638.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488563736972177186" border="0" /></a></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-61847931339883820822010-05-23T23:59:00.018-06:002010-05-24T00:48:12.822-06:00Busy Busy BusyLast weekend consisted of this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8uzxMWHV8HJIe5YqgOZJHKOePx7aweNUBuSj9wXQozVkcq5isWoEu4I7hxLkBeTXD0Ca7S2aBI-JhyunoabyOmOquLUUijTtl-iKsUlxg37DqQxzyGkQpi-rqZ3u5SXkeFXLKxlZL4U/s1600/5.22.2010+007.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq8uzxMWHV8HJIe5YqgOZJHKOePx7aweNUBuSj9wXQozVkcq5isWoEu4I7hxLkBeTXD0Ca7S2aBI-JhyunoabyOmOquLUUijTtl-iKsUlxg37DqQxzyGkQpi-rqZ3u5SXkeFXLKxlZL4U/s320/5.22.2010+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474714924079450946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-87Lpm-Jo53M7owXAl78M70oeNPM93elj4epkZViszLuEYEOPE6cS3NlYvpIdLwZoPV3BIKO2QvQR6QX6GI_Dl-HOUvo-PrDIZv0HMmbazqs-_3iBjvJ8qXpqZ9xElVSVqikBRPWjsg/s1600/Crying+Tri+Numbers.jpg"><br /></a>And this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvA6Pej6HkYqd4YfrTf5n_ob5POymBPZHyn3ImmsoXm6NTen6wPSt2DwT9ZZFDTXMeP-qHC5J6APRK7ZjGQiwhHRGxElFLHEDtYPfozuBDA3i3p47gfhCWdtRbj87Lb6rmlqG3va3yEbI/s1600/5.22.2010+014.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvA6Pej6HkYqd4YfrTf5n_ob5POymBPZHyn3ImmsoXm6NTen6wPSt2DwT9ZZFDTXMeP-qHC5J6APRK7ZjGQiwhHRGxElFLHEDtYPfozuBDA3i3p47gfhCWdtRbj87Lb6rmlqG3va3yEbI/s320/5.22.2010+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474723268333012530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgHNexOGmDdN7-D5gGXil00NM1sy1am7CCeDNdKciP1QVRYvG115oyWafjppBQeC7bLU-4_PuexTYdQLbaKEvIqA8rWxF6wEVTcaAxUbERFoS-nVK53xXqOCRFdkXNz4l6nlD4evLeuU/s1600/5.22.2010+015.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgHNexOGmDdN7-D5gGXil00NM1sy1am7CCeDNdKciP1QVRYvG115oyWafjppBQeC7bLU-4_PuexTYdQLbaKEvIqA8rWxF6wEVTcaAxUbERFoS-nVK53xXqOCRFdkXNz4l6nlD4evLeuU/s320/5.22.2010+015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474723066277933762" border="0" /></a><br />And this weekend consisted of this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-87Lpm-Jo53M7owXAl78M70oeNPM93elj4epkZViszLuEYEOPE6cS3NlYvpIdLwZoPV3BIKO2QvQR6QX6GI_Dl-HOUvo-PrDIZv0HMmbazqs-_3iBjvJ8qXpqZ9xElVSVqikBRPWjsg/s1600/Crying+Tri+Numbers.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb-87Lpm-Jo53M7owXAl78M70oeNPM93elj4epkZViszLuEYEOPE6cS3NlYvpIdLwZoPV3BIKO2QvQR6QX6GI_Dl-HOUvo-PrDIZv0HMmbazqs-_3iBjvJ8qXpqZ9xElVSVqikBRPWjsg/s320/Crying+Tri+Numbers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474717280891319922" border="0" /></a><br />And this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQgDi6d8830ReAIuHBP2nxWeA4r2QCQDas0uFeKoQV1EtFpt4n8Uo8TpSDI_DEGUGKiEaxOEvlIsHbbzMg014dIllOLyOWDUZZjAQUe9x3OxTbxijvi-9xtzx4niwKZtk7Blz_jRnpAw/s1600/5.22.2010+061.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuQgDi6d8830ReAIuHBP2nxWeA4r2QCQDas0uFeKoQV1EtFpt4n8Uo8TpSDI_DEGUGKiEaxOEvlIsHbbzMg014dIllOLyOWDUZZjAQUe9x3OxTbxijvi-9xtzx4niwKZtk7Blz_jRnpAw/s320/5.22.2010+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474723694398590290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUZ7n2cRAW0H2mkZjDv6P7rVOCdWC307pMJABCb0ChZuA0z4f7772t_L7rXb6W_dqJyNDGeQJyN0AoLcljg3G5ogu189wzGQnZFQlzX_jVJGfJNFMm66BkjM2gW85h8azykiy0Lo95gY/s1600/5.22.2010+057.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaUZ7n2cRAW0H2mkZjDv6P7rVOCdWC307pMJABCb0ChZuA0z4f7772t_L7rXb6W_dqJyNDGeQJyN0AoLcljg3G5ogu189wzGQnZFQlzX_jVJGfJNFMm66BkjM2gW85h8azykiy0Lo95gY/s320/5.22.2010+057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474724065433126082" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNGRpCdzlIA18JZRqsDhIuJFtyQMSonZygxV_h1jkP1suKg93PMp5-XiTe03j8QyeK1OybUKRwiIYlbmOdZWNLKl6HOZjO07xDsoSdPMfrPYLOOHpYk6UHVOVR7ypjep6BCR6Xgff67c/s1600/5.22.2010+052.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifNGRpCdzlIA18JZRqsDhIuJFtyQMSonZygxV_h1jkP1suKg93PMp5-XiTe03j8QyeK1OybUKRwiIYlbmOdZWNLKl6HOZjO07xDsoSdPMfrPYLOOHpYk6UHVOVR7ypjep6BCR6Xgff67c/s320/5.22.2010+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474718813799910386" border="0" /></a><br />So that we could arrive here:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzluOpf9mgehtrBN6UDrO_ypFViR5hfqKlBAvc4Xt1jRAAh0W7KzAZOL7lKNnxrhn23AVuoFQ9I5fnjOTmM4MDuMr6JUqpsN6RNlY7Ukg6ebSJWYWnDZiaIVoBojeGTfVFVKrRfhYIPkU/s1600/Huntington+Beach+Pier.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzluOpf9mgehtrBN6UDrO_ypFViR5hfqKlBAvc4Xt1jRAAh0W7KzAZOL7lKNnxrhn23AVuoFQ9I5fnjOTmM4MDuMr6JUqpsN6RNlY7Ukg6ebSJWYWnDZiaIVoBojeGTfVFVKrRfhYIPkU/s320/Huntington+Beach+Pier.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474721756891249122" border="0" /></a><br />The end...Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-6897237692306247672010-02-28T09:33:00.006-07:002010-02-28T09:56:16.070-07:003 Generations of HOTNESS<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlncRw_aHMrHJYraUxqOyKKcpPa-zn2g3sI0N8ZoBAy2l8aPB8Zd_BLbacWVqUVSLxy52YU08Fom4B0kyShuBwioRNeTRc6vUd2jL7Zk8sTBegHyGw9VTuq89vL9YdIa96kuW42a8LT8/s1600-h/The+Girls.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHlncRw_aHMrHJYraUxqOyKKcpPa-zn2g3sI0N8ZoBAy2l8aPB8Zd_BLbacWVqUVSLxy52YU08Fom4B0kyShuBwioRNeTRc6vUd2jL7Zk8sTBegHyGw9VTuq89vL9YdIa96kuW42a8LT8/s400/The+Girls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443333821033906978" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Picture by my talented photog brother, Aaron<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Left to right: Laura, Christi, Great G-ma Jackie, G-ma Vicki, Kathy, Mom Kimba</span><br /></span></span></div><br />While going back looking at pictures on my <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eouio/">brother's flickr site</a> I came across this one from this Summer's family photo shoot while my Great G-ma Jackie was in town from Pennsylvania.<br /><br />These ladies are H.O.T. don't cha think?! This was a rare opportunity being that Jackie hasn't been to Utah in over 30 years, Kathy lives in Texas, and Christi lives in Cali so I'm so happy that Aaron captured this on digital film!<br /><br />I love all of these ladies so much!<br /><br />Side Note: Jackie deserves a post of her own being one of the funniest spitfire ladies I know. For example here are a few things Jackie has been known to say in total honesty<br /><br />"It's not how you feel, it's how you look sweetheart!"<br />"Someone had to teach them how to dance so of course I stepped in showed them a thing or two."<br />"It's all about the hair!" ;)Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-14570731846791358482010-02-17T20:16:00.004-07:002010-02-17T20:41:47.541-07:00Goodbye Cheerios: You Give Me GAS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllQuAuQM1mPBH8u7muMZE1C8joA_IGZ1tDqKnlQ41kLaTfBGim15Bq-vmS5vsx13SqzLIL72tUlbtzb9vvxFFTVOLNOweyFq2h4W4oBiKHNud9Xjgfxt3dxOThhP-Jvp4kozWw7DNfAw/s1600-h/WW2+GAS+MASK.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjllQuAuQM1mPBH8u7muMZE1C8joA_IGZ1tDqKnlQ41kLaTfBGim15Bq-vmS5vsx13SqzLIL72tUlbtzb9vvxFFTVOLNOweyFq2h4W4oBiKHNud9Xjgfxt3dxOThhP-Jvp4kozWw7DNfAw/s200/WW2+GAS+MASK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439423577485416322" border="0" /></a>Remember how I talked about the convenience of Cheerios only days ago? That was also I realized the silent, unscented, gas I was having was due to my increased heart health and fiber intake from the little O's. Due to this and the constant pressure in my belly I decided to take a break.<br /><br />Today we reunited and man oh man those innocent looking golden O's are tearing me up inside worse than before! To save Pop's nose and to save my tummy from the goblins that seem to be playing rugby in there I'm taking an indefinite break. You served me well for a while, but<br /><br />GOODBYE CHEERIOS: YOU GIVE ME GAS!Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-39665817426113446022010-02-06T23:22:00.004-07:002010-02-07T00:33:36.560-07:00Heart Healthy Cheerios<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5TY3iLS2BA0ZndHY0CKAbj6qSGCCVGcEaW5dLWeIB8Pyp_F2G321g2_WEFf3EKUEclHgx9eFMsPrAplDzmFlnYmVK2Zn8E9tSMGiBwOofPoqINWZMgQtTL4DxmNkvDV0RkUC8r7YtWk/s1600-h/cheerios-773906.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW5TY3iLS2BA0ZndHY0CKAbj6qSGCCVGcEaW5dLWeIB8Pyp_F2G321g2_WEFf3EKUEclHgx9eFMsPrAplDzmFlnYmVK2Zn8E9tSMGiBwOofPoqINWZMgQtTL4DxmNkvDV0RkUC8r7YtWk/s400/cheerios-773906.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435384643162428082" border="0" /></a>I'm not usually one that is able to eat the same thing for much longer than a week, but I sure have been on a Cheerio kick lately. I have been eating a bowl of Cheerios for breakfast everyday for about the last 2 months now. It's not even that I think they are the best cereal in the world. I think it's possible that I simply like the simplicity of them. With Cheerios I can make breakfast in about 20 seconds, carry the bowl around with me while I get ready for the next 15 minutes taking bites here and there, feel satisfied not stuffed and be on my merry way. <br /><br />So Cheerios, here's to you making my heart healthy!Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-7463548956292402010-02-05T22:08:00.002-07:002010-02-05T22:09:40.721-07:00That's Right<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0P4m0Vi5tA9SqBNzQ_7t0sYpSWHouI0Im8dz18ccXh_DRluv-hlYDgvARlNGdk61seH6qG968lXeAsUQ_AYxfwNykEwSje0GEeuCoyKS9NAhADGgLj8UQtccbL96gyNsmIA9YQhiDyFw/s1600-h/1.19.09+075.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0P4m0Vi5tA9SqBNzQ_7t0sYpSWHouI0Im8dz18ccXh_DRluv-hlYDgvARlNGdk61seH6qG968lXeAsUQ_AYxfwNykEwSje0GEeuCoyKS9NAhADGgLj8UQtccbL96gyNsmIA9YQhiDyFw/s400/1.19.09+075.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434993224300515010" border="0" /></a>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-17344992049105562009-08-23T10:36:00.002-06:002009-08-23T10:41:05.047-06:00And The Plants Said, "Ahhhh..."<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj9ExYdWQvXbZI_VXsaZCp6drzYSi6WWxJ7euLYGr6xNl81IVHtlur5NkTChc12DsiOJWU5pwK1fGru3OmspCp41QsjICd8l439MNMzFD2kEz9XTwJq-Z03Xtfzl5hXCm98VqBLp-Lto/s1600-h/And+the+Plants+Said+Ahhhh+August+23,+2009+008.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHj9ExYdWQvXbZI_VXsaZCp6drzYSi6WWxJ7euLYGr6xNl81IVHtlur5NkTChc12DsiOJWU5pwK1fGru3OmspCp41QsjICd8l439MNMzFD2kEz9XTwJq-Z03Xtfzl5hXCm98VqBLp-Lto/s400/And+the+Plants+Said+Ahhhh+August+23,+2009+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373200063366393282" border="0" /></a><br />Oh how I love the Rain! I woke up knowing there would be a chance of rain today and sitting browsing inspiring blogs at K's just now I realized there was that sweet pitter of rain falling outside! That means today is going to be a good day. ;)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSyV53YrxnBfA2psoQomF8Td-K07UOYGAesKSJD4h3HRHiHPMF2Kxmy8kfMdC-czfFmvr47FbPgHnhm1DemP15Xl_2Q06J7oiEYGJQpNry6O-6x7IALJ-TVqyHFkMJi-pDKgli31GWww/s1600-h/And+the+Plants+Said+Ahhhh+August+23,+2009+001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPSyV53YrxnBfA2psoQomF8Td-K07UOYGAesKSJD4h3HRHiHPMF2Kxmy8kfMdC-czfFmvr47FbPgHnhm1DemP15Xl_2Q06J7oiEYGJQpNry6O-6x7IALJ-TVqyHFkMJi-pDKgli31GWww/s400/And+the+Plants+Said+Ahhhh+August+23,+2009+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373199466061385874" border="0" /></a>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-48136535215312672442009-08-13T19:17:00.003-06:002009-08-13T19:24:01.131-06:00I love these two<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclwB-wMiyrmjIyPMXvH9_1HPXMWD1FQA6pTdogjuBY8ApNXbp8GNUR_gWo19i7smGYiWESpgFCL_sLtF7I_K0ZCY_3jZ04ICinTtNQwG5jBVRMhDD8LI6jyIlTim5JvAkcfPyVXUYIV4/s1600-h/Salem+Days+August+8,+2009+058.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgclwB-wMiyrmjIyPMXvH9_1HPXMWD1FQA6pTdogjuBY8ApNXbp8GNUR_gWo19i7smGYiWESpgFCL_sLtF7I_K0ZCY_3jZ04ICinTtNQwG5jBVRMhDD8LI6jyIlTim5JvAkcfPyVXUYIV4/s400/Salem+Days+August+8,+2009+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369623679988919282" border="0" /></a><br />At Salem Days watching Mommy run the Salem 5k Fun Run. Not sure if the little one was fully awake yet!Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-4177543447694286512009-07-19T21:17:00.007-06:002009-07-19T21:26:47.347-06:00I'm Missing Seattle Today<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360376715329474306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOcipJqaCgfSfmeX1sA9J7d8Q3ICNoj5vH6kU6aF0cn7Ngbgx3rsthvIGPU2MgDmS_CoeufuDexaeM7193P0qUbZenGraYx-TTFmKCiuCVs5c3toTPhtO-OcbVXM7zzhnwZLAoUqXhrEE/s400/4.16.09+001.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360377066544738706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_rzkfi8Pc8SujCqPA5Yb2fvK6V70kdIXVE5PV6iu9RPQ8zkVRz-BfSf8-yfe9sOXCKje7jy9mQiETKw5bixWYutytTc9Hw73PlPHx-W-nEQ-OTsagQwz9CuVBkc-DzfF66wy6Q8s4Gss/s400/4.16.09+330.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360376925956956050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifCT-Iw0TPXcQX3T4RC7yBejovJ3Z5jxO6MigknuYi1FQSBUrOOpL2xlFrcIehZ6P_C9a0nTgUFW-6ybjacUXoLpazeafMhR4jYJWhjlAl_jmdgoSBW9Ui4qC6CPPBbTzqvS6djjwGGEc/s400/4.16.09+318.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360377445253170098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNtZPkbERUuq0jF0-4dJln2bA04aZB9xHXN_qDstj_FMDe4IuqSAWt8ZSJ7kCCGdGt225RWSB8ZDqwyaPMvPXeP9fjz4QcVW_3G3VTGuNuNyD37zzatysCq32flbU_5ZS_QYhI9qcoaxQ/s400/4.16.09+342.jpg" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360377299308021138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIXVR27lg1-GhOOqRXnRrdJxkKjvmO6PchiEgJwaJSm6zPDqwHVZNhGQZijH6sst7vNXlgWvkQwOCD_fxM0G04ggbDByeabI7FgmQL6KBmJDNGVjgMHBzet_cwvogo45_XQmnOkIy1unI/s400/4.16.09+341.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360377546339233106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZICFGA0855W_dWBEUwuSVPEVXNuz5U786o38JPtIjuwNkWI9YsstN0VwhddRzpyyE39-_DrPdErhZ9TxjE3KEDmC9K8DonZpjiRgN3EbLJ2vfGergq2wrwh2XMXyMaOvfSYs6fYCEWC0/s400/4.16.09+008.jpg" border="0" /> <div> </div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-35786279017102283612009-07-02T23:47:00.007-06:002009-07-03T00:06:53.925-06:00Deadly Dylan With a Hose... But SOOO Cute (for Jess)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAsMChCq9JugiU18JEEQPVTmNvVDoMKvUqfMTJTXgFxozIj3sLRVVYkPI1H_yikSWgsrMBVIAcFzMtHj9Di9S0uaTuXwQQhkOCLt_EDwlLM898F0P_qGnokdhzuCeirhqexCYY1ANHA8/s1600-h/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+074.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQAsMChCq9JugiU18JEEQPVTmNvVDoMKvUqfMTJTXgFxozIj3sLRVVYkPI1H_yikSWgsrMBVIAcFzMtHj9Di9S0uaTuXwQQhkOCLt_EDwlLM898F0P_qGnokdhzuCeirhqexCYY1ANHA8/s400/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+074.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354108932375392994" border="0" /></a><br />He's so cute, right?!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jnECAhUxF0JbcIozq_o4E4-Q5zpx5tLSX8SBTO9eyV4GjXFQg0bdOtwwJcCxSOSFbA09GYgu_jNwoJr9tzmW56T_BZeIhD38XaBingKqihyphenhyphenguNopcSoQsEXWe9zSYbBa-t49TOOx7wk/s1600-h/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+073.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jnECAhUxF0JbcIozq_o4E4-Q5zpx5tLSX8SBTO9eyV4GjXFQg0bdOtwwJcCxSOSFbA09GYgu_jNwoJr9tzmW56T_BZeIhD38XaBingKqihyphenhyphenguNopcSoQsEXWe9zSYbBa-t49TOOx7wk/s400/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354107544037596290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArm6b_zMTi1tPzwxlNDrP8QZXJnmS7zXwt1ExUaQvPZMB8kzlMxyTbCMceSWf02nZ-z0E-Sk2iXCwH_BQLgkjxsqswYgV71grYegboIlOWv0LZqFS8-QfNVG4nZmc7mMxqX7MCVV_920/s1600-h/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+072.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhArm6b_zMTi1tPzwxlNDrP8QZXJnmS7zXwt1ExUaQvPZMB8kzlMxyTbCMceSWf02nZ-z0E-Sk2iXCwH_BQLgkjxsqswYgV71grYegboIlOWv0LZqFS8-QfNVG4nZmc7mMxqX7MCVV_920/s400/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354108203877948930" border="0" /></a><br />I stinkin' love this kid!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64w8OkQEyBw46F6VpEb7D2pHSlwXsV-0Mfp-cMH0WDjw9uOBBN2_weyMj7GM98kJxtAEQQN-ia6UsSFW1kZ3-BgYAch3P3t02CIhJwD6LNdv3RC-G8hVZyTo1u-gf3KxNZQHIDviHAKU/s1600-h/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+035.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh64w8OkQEyBw46F6VpEb7D2pHSlwXsV-0Mfp-cMH0WDjw9uOBBN2_weyMj7GM98kJxtAEQQN-ia6UsSFW1kZ3-BgYAch3P3t02CIhJwD6LNdv3RC-G8hVZyTo1u-gf3KxNZQHIDviHAKU/s400/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354110102233678002" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-0LwU5dc_cwWQOmg6ZqPn8v-zAgV35qMKyseozb5N3wV-NhUMRXo6XD7CbW3g2wbPkz3cwsR7cTBeTn6MU-9bd9dbsiIyGhq3ZTgri7mioloyvhOz7yvEUHRL5reeYji1ZVUcPpD8vM/s1600-h/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+046.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia-0LwU5dc_cwWQOmg6ZqPn8v-zAgV35qMKyseozb5N3wV-NhUMRXo6XD7CbW3g2wbPkz3cwsR7cTBeTn6MU-9bd9dbsiIyGhq3ZTgri7mioloyvhOz7yvEUHRL5reeYji1ZVUcPpD8vM/s400/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+046.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354110630387088162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ef-lDU4Sg_qIt49DUriw0m7hd5vXRI1plEVdeR-6B0tU7mN3PJ3VWnow62dURHthkv_JiwzDmssTJF2zsAA-hLfcntq9jV8cq4xp-bjcZax526jUMWbT2w5zI-b5lp6GefSREMshFZc/s1600-h/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+033.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ef-lDU4Sg_qIt49DUriw0m7hd5vXRI1plEVdeR-6B0tU7mN3PJ3VWnow62dURHthkv_JiwzDmssTJF2zsAA-hLfcntq9jV8cq4xp-bjcZax526jUMWbT2w5zI-b5lp6GefSREMshFZc/s400/Janna-Called+to+Serve+7.2.09+033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354111216433816674" border="0" /></a>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-59993695685492159472009-06-06T10:11:00.004-06:002009-06-06T10:26:02.003-06:00I Have the Best Crazy Nephews!My mom was watching my sis' boys one day and was being her usual self making silly faces at Adam. Well after a minute he made silly faces right back at her! And if you know Adam, you know he'll do anything to get you to laugh at him so as soon as he realized we were laughing at his silly faces he just kept doing it!<br /><br />Sorry it's so shaky. I was just laughing to darn hard to keep the camera still!<br />He starts making his faces around the 20 second mark in the video ;)<br /><br />This video was taken in December 08 so he was 9 months old.<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTmVneFdV_-OFhbWtZ2HtV6HBdif9SAmLwYZ_0Lt-YyND9V0F6H8AfCswYlixt036VtGwAvtWXzGYV1NHtFQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-9528278684643628902009-05-25T21:29:00.001-06:002009-05-25T21:29:43.102-06:00Testing the text to blog thing...Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-46586645848825579392009-04-26T07:52:00.003-06:002009-04-26T09:55:02.955-06:00Sometimes I Wake up and I'm not in My Bed...My sleeping patterns have been a little off the past month or so. Usually when I don't get enough sleep I do strange things...<br /><br />About a month ago Miss Millie, the dog, woke up and needed to go to the bathroom. I remember getting out of bed and opening up the back door for her to go out, after that I'm not quite sure what happened. All I know is that I woke up the next morning in my roommate's bed. She wasn't home that night thank heavens! ...imagine if she was... weird.<br />Poor Ash though. (other roommate) She woke up in the middle of the night to get some allergy medicine, saw my bedroom door open, went to check on me and Millie and we were gone! She freaked out looking all over for us. I wouldn't be surprised if she walked the streets looking for us... she's like that. After searching everywhere she finally got the crazy idea to open up Lacy's door and found me and Miss Millie sleeping restfully! :) At least I shut the door???<br /><br />Oh but just wait! The sleeping tales of what I've put people through get better!<br /><br />A couple days later, after going to a long movie (that I fell asleep in! I never fall asleep at the theatres!) with my other roomie Lacy, we came home and I was fussy. Too tired to change, but too tired to do anything useful. Millie was playing with her toy under the coffee table so I layed down next to it to play with her. Next thing you know Lacy walks into the room to see the coffee table had swallowd me and I lay half under the coffe table half out. I woke up next to a dog toy and a pair of shoes and was convinced my roommated were playing some cruel joke on me in the middle of the night...<br /><br />The next week:<br />Waking up in the middle of the night to let Millie out again, Ash is in the kitchen getting a drink (embarrassed that she is in her sleeping long johns), I walk by and say this,<br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">mumble mumble mumble... "MaRIO cart PLAYathon..." </span><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center">(capital letter indicate emphasis on that part of word and my influx in pronunciation)<br /></div>Ash then watches me go to the back door, open it for millie to go out, then go into the bathroom.<br />I wake up only remembering opening the back door... not even waking up and getting out of my bed.<br /><br />Lacy, Alex, and I are watching TV late one night. I go into my room to fiddly with my new phone while laying on my bed. Next thing they know I'm just jabbering away! Not really making any sense or pronouncing words enough for them to know what my dreams are making me talk about, but loud enough they can hear me over the surround sound of the movie. Later they are in a different room in the house and Alex hears me again. He assumes I MUST be on the phone or something to be talking as much as I am.. NOPE! I'm fast asleep telling all the night creatures that i'm sure live in my room the wonders of my extravigant dreams without even knowing it!<br /><br />I go to Seattle last week for a nice weekend with Ash and her family. She's a light sleeper and somehow thinks it's a good idea for us to sleep in the same room... sure enough I keep her up with my ramblings of nothingness, just senseless sounds from my mind.<br /><br />I get to see my boy toy late one evening this past week. We are watching TV with his hand outstretched across my stomach and me resting my hand in his. (awww, how cute!) After a series of violent twitching one of them woke me up and, without being able to control it, my body twitches again. I mumble something about how crazy that was that "I totally was awake and knew I was twitching and couldn't control it!" K laughs at his crazy girlfriend and I quickly fall back asleep. A couple minutes later the mumbles start escaping my lips!<br /><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic">mumble mumble, "I thought you had shampoo in your hand!"</span><br />K laughs at me and I ask him, "What?"<br />"You just said 'I thought you had shampoo in your hand.'" He explains<br />"Well I did think you had shampoo in your hand!" I tell him as if it's supposed to make sense of the entire situation.<br />I only remember the part about the twitching. :TChellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-59070742399746837722009-04-09T09:00:00.004-06:002009-04-09T09:13:28.897-06:00And it's only 9amIt's already been an interesting morning... as I stood in the kitchen trying to make breakfast I thought about, as I do about 14 times a day, how I really need to just sit down and bust out all these blog posts I've been storing in my head! And as I thought about all this I tried to remember them all... but they weren't coming to me! Eek! I thought if I could just start thinking about other things to blog they would finally come to me... nothing. All I could think about was silly titles based on the breakfast I was making. Here are a few:<br /><br />"2 apples minus the peels"<br /><br />"Staring at the toaster with butter knife in hand forgetting to put bread in it"<br /><br />"My socks don't match"<br /><br />"Oh boy I can't wait to go to Seattle again next week!<br /><br />"I sure am glad I wore something with a hood"<br /><br />I hate when I run out of zip lock bags!"<br /><br />"I cut an apple with a butcher knife today"<br /><br />Yes all this is really how making my breakfast went for me today. I love crazy busy work weeks and what they do to my mind!Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-10915368562114714242009-03-14T02:26:00.007-06:002009-03-14T03:28:29.249-06:00Two for the Road...Bad News: Halloween isn't for another 7 months!<br /><br />Good News: There have been two Friday the 13th's within the last two months :)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312971973219082450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQxPGUpekl4f-I7dr0rXaDAY7q-pM6ouS7MswENEYauWGliPyf3KQCYq0NQF4eH17jMxh8iqrxkU6GZrCzROwj1XvbA2Ayk2RYH8mXqmxCK185rHEDAPyRqXFnuopLB1bUoJhntBWdPH8/s320/Happy_Friday_the_13th_.jpg" border="0" />That helps hold a girl over.Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-44391658901378833982009-03-03T23:57:00.005-07:002009-03-04T00:19:30.553-07:00Love You Scottie<div align="center">Tonight I love the dog that became a part of our family 16 years ago and, even though he is now gone, will stay in my heart forever. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I love you <a href="http://chellorsmixtape.blogspot.com/2008/04/scottie-pippen-in-house-whoop-whoop.html">Scottie</a>.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVP1EzdJKCUot596yuu9sIFSstkOREs4Bm3I86RsgIY5MfoYduJwpurg7gkQ6JuU9fDYn9ahu3GwlXHZyOeGeTwZrulG5XcWsQXucpRNOJdeYdcm_W6ljO43Ii54VJFSV0Lt1biBY5eY/s1600-h/Scottie+n+Ball.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309226156356552082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVVP1EzdJKCUot596yuu9sIFSstkOREs4Bm3I86RsgIY5MfoYduJwpurg7gkQ6JuU9fDYn9ahu3GwlXHZyOeGeTwZrulG5XcWsQXucpRNOJdeYdcm_W6ljO43Ii54VJFSV0Lt1biBY5eY/s320/Scottie+n+Ball.jpg" border="0" /></a>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-47913268788329267192009-03-01T11:15:00.016-07:002009-03-01T12:53:34.812-07:00I Almost Died YesterdayImagine being in a tree... losing your grip... and falling... backwards. Good thing I knew there was a giant limb there so I didn't die. Bad thing that there was another giant limb by my leg that tried to amputate me and leave me legless from the knee down!<br /><br />For those of you who don't have the time or desire (or are just too lazy) to read all the details of how I almost died... <a href="http://popsnchellor.blogspot.com/">click here</a>. For those of you that do, I've included my full account of the event below. :)<br /><br />Let me start from the beginning:<br /><br />Yesterday Lacy, Ashley and I were in our backyard talking about all the great things we were going to do with the yard to make it the coolest summer BBQ hang out place every! Right before we headed inside Ashley spied with her little eye Millie's toy rope up in the tree... high up in the tree! This is one of Millie's favorite toys ever so naturally I had to go get it! You have to understand that by no means did I think I would be risking my life in doing so. It's such a knotty tree (oh you naughty tree... no, not like that) that it's quite easy to climb. So I thought, "Piece of Cake!"<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXRoQmlo1TbnJxoht1u_kJVgKpITvdGfkXoHOUSx5WT3wEeEOWnvA49_bA4Xf54Cydrc8B43Uu0SAEn01lgH3n3hb1NXpawF9BfHQ_2GDt4HGymBU29sDTN8IiYUCASmFaOa-4P9W3TU/s1600-h/Woah+I%27m+in+a+Tree.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtXRoQmlo1TbnJxoht1u_kJVgKpITvdGfkXoHOUSx5WT3wEeEOWnvA49_bA4Xf54Cydrc8B43Uu0SAEn01lgH3n3hb1NXpawF9BfHQ_2GDt4HGymBU29sDTN8IiYUCASmFaOa-4P9W3TU/s320/Woah+I%27m+in+a+Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308286654974275762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I know it doesn't look that high cause you can't see the ground but I'm higher than the fence and only half way up to where i was going!</span><br /></span></span></div><br />Oh, why was the rope up in the tree in the first place? Well that's because Miss Millie climbs trees. Yep, that's what i said. If she can and there's a reason like birds, cats, or toys up there she'll climb right on up there and hang out. Have I told you about how she chews gum and licks the air? No? Well that's another story entirely. Back to me.<br /><br />As I'm climbing up this tree Millie is either worried about me being up there, or wondering why I'm up where she should be. Either way she's curious enough that she feels the need to come up there with me!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8hokELliMRC4Th8AAoLovz_KSRldA-dLEonsnTNMKy5S_eJ8XU7wdTZ5u0L-DFZRg63O28rkvsbKKwNJ4hnhSKdL0s-pkNFX0Fwo0HHwEHTinSaReUgN8HlhA4gArxThoi2cF2wALNY/s1600-h/Climbing+a+Tree+with+Millie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg8hokELliMRC4Th8AAoLovz_KSRldA-dLEonsnTNMKy5S_eJ8XU7wdTZ5u0L-DFZRg63O28rkvsbKKwNJ4hnhSKdL0s-pkNFX0Fwo0HHwEHTinSaReUgN8HlhA4gArxThoi2cF2wALNY/s320/Climbing+a+Tree+with+Millie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289318219469410" border="0" /></a>See that jagged fence by the tree? Well images of Millie falling on the fence start running through my head so naturally I must make room for her to safely climb up and climb back down. As I'm adjusting myself up there my one foot that all my weight is on slips, I loose all balance and fall backward!<br /><br />Well from the view of my two roomies that are down safely on the ground, Lacy who is taking pictures of this event and Ashley who is waiting for me to fall at any moment, they can't see that giant limb to the left so they think I am falling backward to my death! (read caption below pic) Or at least to the breaking of bones and possible paralysis!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgZOWUtDUR-cwsf4aR4H3zzz7zJF01Pc3FjcQ2dzDn52bjM-ih88zj7c1OrHpJrAncUUksenfBvSz_8lhHkYbg-ZLYUNit6O5YZ3YX8ajLuGzbTHLcD-Px9tHULfMUvVcOgWCo5liB2E/s1600-h/Be+careful+Miss+Millie.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYgZOWUtDUR-cwsf4aR4H3zzz7zJF01Pc3FjcQ2dzDn52bjM-ih88zj7c1OrHpJrAncUUksenfBvSz_8lhHkYbg-ZLYUNit6O5YZ3YX8ajLuGzbTHLcD-Px9tHULfMUvVcOgWCo5liB2E/s320/Be+careful+Miss+Millie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308289500783828354" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">See the space where there's blue sky to the left of me. That's where I was standing when I slipped so you can see how it would look like I was falling to my death!<br /><br /></span></span></span></div>And for me I knew that giant branch was there so instead of making my situation worse by frantically trying to grab for any branch I can find I figure my butt is pretty cushioned so I'll just take the bruise and fall back to a sitting position. To me it felt silly and like it probably looked dumb me just falling back to sit on my bumb *plunk* without using my hands so I start laughing and look at L and A.<br /><br />The looks on their face is sheer terror with Lacy's eye bug eye popped out and Ashleys hands out as though she thinks she might be able to catch me, here eyes buggy too, and her mouth wide open. This all happens in a matter of 5 seconds or so. They both ask if I'm ok and I realize my leg is stinging, look down, and see a 6 inch cut. Looks like just a scrape. "I'm fine, but my butt is going to have a huge bruise and look, I got cut!" Ashley goes white. Ok ash, I'll put my pants down so you can't see the little cut.<br /><br />I successfully get the rope down and Millie is happy as can be! Lets look at that cut and get a picture:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSpW9c5C2UC02FhGcPbZ_HrNGlqp8-SE95V5VVfFDtmIOUUJxZvNi87LpJwrznrldzEZWZKRo4wn8Kp6s8aQ5_8Buc611jjc5bR_s9Vy2cO5lsm2muvVl8XHU_7mC_-xwWO0RGRkTk54/s1600-h/I'm+bloody+in+a+Tree.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiSpW9c5C2UC02FhGcPbZ_HrNGlqp8-SE95V5VVfFDtmIOUUJxZvNi87LpJwrznrldzEZWZKRo4wn8Kp6s8aQ5_8Buc611jjc5bR_s9Vy2cO5lsm2muvVl8XHU_7mC_-xwWO0RGRkTk54/s320/I'm+bloody+in+a+Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287082577211634" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It's hard to see how much it's started bleeding with all those shadows<br /><br /></span></span></span></div>Oh I guess it's a little deeper than I though... it's bleeding. Ash, stop looking at it, you're going to pass out!<br /><br /> We got our laughter/terror out, took all our pictures, I put my pant leg down again so Ash would stop looking at it, Lacy went inside as I climbed down the tree. Ashley was still a little freaked out and convinced that I was going to die climbing out of the tree too so she stayed to watch. Again the tree had tons of knots and that fence is so close it was really easy climbing down just like climbing up.... but of course before I was about to make my final leap to the ground, with my one hand on the fence for balance, my foot slipped again and I fell out of the tree! With my hand being on the fence though I just skidded in the mud as I did a full 180, but stayed on my feet for the dismount. :) Yeah, I even put my arms up like in gymnastics after they dismount. Ashley's gasp must have been so loud because Lacy came running out of the house probably expecting to find my dead corps on the ground!<br /><br /> After all the excitement we went inside to clean up the wound. I pull my pant leg up once again to reveal the full extent of my wounds:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmR0N6asZm_gxF_Km0_KbW-zeBhs4eofP5kOVpu2AfKRdXpaJaRtRdv8Lb6ziDSznE9aKfWofAxBtNRFzKvUOI-VkiQldjKe2dgRyaEYxRkX1FRd7w2Pl0vCfdIN5QKoSFIe0KfYOMQg/s1600-h/I'm+Blooooody.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbmR0N6asZm_gxF_Km0_KbW-zeBhs4eofP5kOVpu2AfKRdXpaJaRtRdv8Lb6ziDSznE9aKfWofAxBtNRFzKvUOI-VkiQldjKe2dgRyaEYxRkX1FRd7w2Pl0vCfdIN5QKoSFIe0KfYOMQg/s320/I'm+Blooooody.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287216829993762" border="0" /></a> There is something wrong with Ash because she knows this stuff doesn't sit well with her yet she's so curious that she has to look! And you can litterally watch the blood drain from her face and her whole body goes white. Then after a few seconds of looking away you can see the color slowly return to her face. Crazy Ash<br /><br /> Lacy was kind enough to pour alcohol or peroxide on my wound to kill anything that might cause infection and get me everything needed to dress my wound:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUaJp7tFS7iMG6JlPBzsE_0hjqPqkOXQpP5NBixhkKy7_Zsb1KJNTJHqc3qjSOGdV0wxCNub8exa_wRT8jTkfQxmgpgdXg_cWcg3M8H24owB6vP4mfPPCTzvuhcZuz9Lc4m29Q6zjdTQ/s1600-h/Nurses+Station.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZUaJp7tFS7iMG6JlPBzsE_0hjqPqkOXQpP5NBixhkKy7_Zsb1KJNTJHqc3qjSOGdV0wxCNub8exa_wRT8jTkfQxmgpgdXg_cWcg3M8H24owB6vP4mfPPCTzvuhcZuz9Lc4m29Q6zjdTQ/s320/Nurses+Station.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308287311520811602" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">My Nurses Station</span></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;">I'm no pro, but I think I did a pretty good bandaging job! Kendall keeps laughing at it though. :T<br /><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyAMmgBW6JH1aUj6TsBlZdEn3UxPkZ28a2cciw2Xf-SAzz8oaDlCJDgsekEqo9Ku2PF5gRfeQLThh17ZhLhIJVHDTdcCCwKTJvku2v3F5SOz-FOAXVeiZGwBgaJw9RAFrO6Omh6CKOsA/s1600-h/All+bandaged+up.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyAMmgBW6JH1aUj6TsBlZdEn3UxPkZ28a2cciw2Xf-SAzz8oaDlCJDgsekEqo9Ku2PF5gRfeQLThh17ZhLhIJVHDTdcCCwKTJvku2v3F5SOz-FOAXVeiZGwBgaJw9RAFrO6Omh6CKOsA/s320/All+bandaged+up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308290696021338242" border="0" /></a><br />Next time I climb a tree I'll make sure I'm not wearing slippers. Oh I didn't mention I was wearing slippers... uh yeah....<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggyAMmgBW6JH1aUj6TsBlZdEn3UxPkZ28a2cciw2Xf-SAzz8oaDlCJDgsekEqo9Ku2PF5gRfeQLThh17ZhLhIJVHDTdcCCwKTJvku2v3F5SOz-FOAXVeiZGwBgaJw9RAFrO6Omh6CKOsA/s1600-h/All+bandaged+up.JPG"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></span></a></div></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8020682377118106294.post-71594480389826331352009-02-20T19:53:00.003-07:002009-02-20T19:56:10.874-07:00Silly Smart CarI have a slight obsession with Smart Car sightings and both Heidi and K can attest to my uncontrollable giggling each and every time I see one. Really I can't control it. I usually laugh even seeing pictures of them. SOooo you can imagine my burst out when my dear friend Heidi text me this picture:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVSnfgEVHlTIJqUEWsARgorkDYTzlQTRpAeinP9HOj15z7sjVa2d_3xLiApZFeR1G_A84Mh-4qqaBB9vf715U-wwW9BH1LfVfy_29UqsjUQZ-4BEJSqu611yodDsvyIc_OKo5O0wbxX08/s1600-h/Silly+smart+car.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVSnfgEVHlTIJqUEWsARgorkDYTzlQTRpAeinP9HOj15z7sjVa2d_3xLiApZFeR1G_A84Mh-4qqaBB9vf715U-wwW9BH1LfVfy_29UqsjUQZ-4BEJSqu611yodDsvyIc_OKo5O0wbxX08/s400/Silly+smart+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305078889943668914" border="0" /></a>Silly Smart Car... It thinks it's a bike!<br /></div>Chellorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07078175660957252692noreply@blogger.com1