tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39982689590156189072024-03-19T04:40:13.713-07:00JKWRJoshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.comBlogger122125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-10638609561969821972009-09-03T08:12:00.004-07:002009-09-03T08:35:37.749-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqD5jV2RmaVv7B03pVH_bFDEG7bQ2qvuXk_TBExPCuakfWg8pRHnhf8DhVgVwQo5Ob18aemAbBfhCw0AgP0akht3Rq_9n2hRSfxyvce-h2oyYRlbdEs6C-w_2ZSiB959P0vUGUzUhleE/s1600-h/eggs.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377261488152489410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifqD5jV2RmaVv7B03pVH_bFDEG7bQ2qvuXk_TBExPCuakfWg8pRHnhf8DhVgVwQo5Ob18aemAbBfhCw0AgP0akht3Rq_9n2hRSfxyvce-h2oyYRlbdEs6C-w_2ZSiB959P0vUGUzUhleE/s400/eggs.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="right"><span style="color:#ff9900;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;">THE </span>incredible</span> E<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dible</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">egg...</span></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">Food Challenge #2 : EGGS</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;">after almost 5 hours at Dr. Jones' office the results are in...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;">Wyatt can eat eggs!</span></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-68072087835716999202009-08-19T08:34:00.003-07:002009-08-19T09:15:51.364-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn34tyWY3f8bZvLLF5FjsGoJhk2eSwPZnslntj1eFPsJ1eH1VOhY15hzxH56n-sFzLViGA5jJc_i5Wa8s8x7x0SGW84o6AoAImXwCdoukg23Ur85zliFjwI8dJrCko4tVhr8VOBTcxjmY/s1600-h/allergy+pic.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371700955275261922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn34tyWY3f8bZvLLF5FjsGoJhk2eSwPZnslntj1eFPsJ1eH1VOhY15hzxH56n-sFzLViGA5jJc_i5Wa8s8x7x0SGW84o6AoAImXwCdoukg23Ur85zliFjwI8dJrCko4tVhr8VOBTcxjmY/s400/allergy+pic.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">These eleven lovely pics are the vices of Wyatt's life... </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">We had his yearly allergy test just before his birthday hoping for that 5% chance that he had magically grown out of his peanut allergy, only to find that not only was it still present but worse. And to add to this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">disappointment</span> we tacked on 9 additional allergies to be aware of:(</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">However, on the upside of things the Dr. told us to continue his diet as we have for the last 3 years... milk, bread and all. With these unexpected additions the Dr. suggested we start to challenge...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">YAY</span>! </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieb9-2zzgrKYdy4ulCM9F-9vWActajkkHH-JglsHZ39RtH2dxh4ejEu_155Ey3aprpYH-A_Y481teTjv2kqzNdJlOQ1ZT22Y2t-QqWaGFo0sg5AIQeQot4pC5BzZxUiAg_6-4z4-ck0H4/s1600-h/allergy+pic.jpg"></a><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">The food challenge is usually the last step when testing the seriousness of an allergy. As we became aware of all the new ones Dr. Jones suggested we start challenging the egg & peanuts.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">Challenge #1 Peanuts : Very allergic - stay away from all nuts!</span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;">Challenge#2 Eggs : <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">TBD</span><br /></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-49682099135019687902009-08-04T21:45:00.002-07:002009-08-04T21:56:21.345-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffccff;">Just in case there is still some confusion... yes i am prego, but with one baby not two! It was an April Fool's JOKE people. Apparently the greatest prank i shall ever pull off. And every time i run into an old school mate who heard through the grapevine that i am having twins, makes it that much more funny to me:) I will continue to laugh at my super funniness for years to come. For those of you out there who missed the funny part of the twins thing...well it was a joke. Sucker...</span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-77044446736710028492009-06-15T08:29:00.002-07:002009-06-15T08:46:33.163-07:00Jinks....<br />I suppose I forgot to knock on wood. I posted my last post a few hours too soon. Wyatt peed the bed last night:(<br /><br />Lesson learned.Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-55802980471540103982009-06-04T17:45:00.009-07:002009-06-14T21:38:50.822-07:00more wyatt-isms<div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"><strong>First things First:</strong></span></div><br /><p align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ff33;">Wyatt has officially been a "big boy" who uses the "big boy tolet" for 10 days now. In these wonderous 10 days he has only had 4 accidents.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>The Gwanket</strong></span> - ga wayne ket </span></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">M: ba -lane-ket = blanket</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">W: ba-lane-ket =ba-gwanket</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;">I suppose one day he will get it, until then...?</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#6666cc;">"mom... i lub rocy, she's my favorite best fwend"</span></div><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;">"this is deewishous, it's my favorite!"</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">When someone is getting ready to depart. For example - Josh is getting ready to go to work:</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;">W: ohhh (said with such sad enthusiasm frown and all) i miss my daddy soooo much! Meanwhile Josh is not even out of the door yet.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /></p>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-83318313644824710382009-05-03T10:59:00.007-07:002009-05-26T15:46:16.701-07:00From the mouth of Wyatt...<span style="color:#ff9966;">I'm not tired, I'm happy</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">It's not time for bed, it's still summertime</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#99ffff;">Oh my gosh, oohh myy gooosh (<em>second time said a lot slower</em>)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff9900;">You're not sad/mad, you're happy! (<em>after i tell him it makes me sad when he does something naughty</em>)</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Momma you're beautiful... beautiful hair, beautiful ears, beautiful head etc..</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff99ff;">Hmmmm, hmmm (<em>tapping his cheek with his index finger</em>) I don't know what happened ... it's just gone.</span><br /><span style="color:#339999;"></span><br /><span style="color:#339999;">But I'm just sooo sad (<em>when he doesn't get his way or when it's time for bed</em>)</span><br /><br /><p><span style="color:#ffcc33;">NIGHTLY BEDTIME RITUAL</span></p><span style="color:#ffcc33;">W: i need a drink of water.<br /><br />M: you have a drink it's right there.<br /><br />W: i need a story.<br /><br />M: we just read two stories, it's time for bed.<br /><br />W: wait, wait mom. i need, i need, i neeeeed (<em>little brain furiously thinking of something, anything that could postpone actually going to sleep</em>) when nothing comes he resorts to "but mom, I'm just sooo sad" (<em>done very well with the sulking stare, and a bowing head</em>)<br /><br />M: Attempts to sing 'think happy thoughts' song in the most annoying way from Yo Gabba Gabba to make him giggle. Once giggle is achieved i quickly give him one last kiss and say-Okay, goodnight i love you.<br /><br />W: WAIT! i have a question.... he proceeds to tell me something that usually includes playing with one of his cousins and explosions with his hands are somehow tied in to the story which I'm really not following. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#33ff33;">THE LECTURE<br />Preface: <em>Wyatt is now in the nursery at church, therefore he colors pictures every week. Usually these pictures don't make it out of the church... somehow they find the trash can rather quickly:) But this particular picture didn't make it to the recycle can as quickly.</em><br /><br />W: MOM! Did you throw this away?<br />This is my special paper! You don't throw my special papers away.<br /><br />M: If you have special papers you take care of them - they don't become 'balls' (<em>never fail, even if he doesn't have an actual ball to play with he will find one or make one)</em><br /><br />W: Why did you throw this away, you shouldn't throw my things away.<br />I colored this picture for you mom. Don't ever do that again, that was not very nice.<br /><br /><em>This lovely little lecture lasted at least 5 minutes & I made it most of the way through without laughing too hard. Where the heck did this child come from- he's not even 3!</em></span>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-84694983994486132562009-04-02T12:19:00.000-07:002009-04-02T12:30:07.484-07:00To the Gullible of Gullibles<span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;">CONSIDER YOUSELF FOOLED:)</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-5576026283955945402009-04-01T14:28:00.003-07:002009-04-01T14:47:48.684-07:00Double Trouble...<span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc66;">As some of you may already know - we are expecting again... a baby that is. In comparison to Wyatt i have been ridiculously sick, ALWAYS nauseous!! But i went to the Doctor today for my 12 week check & found out some exciting and somewhat disturbing news... its not one baby but TWO! This isn't a very clear pic & its super zoomed in - but clear enough to see that there are two baby blobs in there!</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319839136629871538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-UYD0mEj2X86lTBBcYwzLZufKlm5WxPEs68xDnYaSySvFf8pYkSJ4ObFBG-OlPyo1A609rfqOQOvRHtBGUtP_SSrChO0bb-O1GeDadHqM-O9kAWH45IHijPeCy2OpmJWOJoA1OLaKaSuy/s400/991aaaap.jpg" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-35665024619293046802009-01-18T09:01:00.006-07:002009-01-18T10:26:57.537-07:00A Quarter of a Century OldToday is Kayla's 25th birthday! Wyatt and I were procrastinators this year in the gift department. We usually get things well in advance but it was only yesterday that we went shopping. We got her some new clothes, a Rihanna CD and a Britta Water pitcher. Wyatt helped her open all the presents, then when the fun was over he went right downstairs to watch "TB" (that's what he calls it). I know it is lame but those are some of the things I would have bought her for Christmas. We went to go out to eat last night at Goodwood but the wait was an hour and ten minutes so we settled for Rumbi instead. Then we went to the Weber State basketball game. We'll have to make a trip, just the two of us, next weekend to eat the ribs we were craving. She is such a great mother and wife. We love you K! Happy Birthday to our quarter of a century year old wife and mom.<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FJoshFarr8%2Falbumid%2F5292686078453296225%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DTL4p7_PLgEw" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-13081947798406981572009-01-01T11:42:00.006-07:002009-01-01T12:47:52.324-07:00December 31, 2002 ~ December 31, 2008<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC11J_gXm1rA0HdGJfsZnCnJys05V-Qb4M6DLWi03sLtu8NbcqoWLW376w1scqG0JOTnJeV9BRfkOJDpIl_TMOFM-N3AnEhJAhfAQlotTaAtOuoo3AijOr8z38bAbyC8W5b62Zs41JtCdC/s1600-h/justinmegan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286406749945481442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC11J_gXm1rA0HdGJfsZnCnJys05V-Qb4M6DLWi03sLtu8NbcqoWLW376w1scqG0JOTnJeV9BRfkOJDpIl_TMOFM-N3AnEhJAhfAQlotTaAtOuoo3AijOr8z38bAbyC8W5b62Zs41JtCdC/s320/justinmegan.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"> On this day six years ago I started the greatest adventure of the rest of my life.</span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">New Year's Eve 2002 Josh and I were set up on a blind date.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;">~We have been together ever since~</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;">Thank You Justin & Megan for making this wonderful life a dream come true.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">We are forever in your debt.</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-23226840792044339452008-12-20T23:14:00.002-07:002008-12-20T23:15:38.241-07:00Wishing you all a Very Merry Christmas!<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/SU3e4fa7mSI/AAAAAAAAARI/8u-CLAx6SXg/s1600-h/Christmas+Card.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282123000063957282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/SU3e4fa7mSI/AAAAAAAAARI/8u-CLAx6SXg/s400/Christmas+Card.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-28620910869003544902008-12-09T19:13:00.004-07:002008-12-09T19:37:02.000-07:00The 12 pounds of ChristmasAt Hill Air Force Base, where I work, we don't celebrate the 12 days of Christmas. We celebrate the 12 POUNDS of Christmas. Each work day in December, except Friday, one person in the office brings something for the rest of the office to snack on. Well today was my turn. I took my sister-in-law's chocolate fountain and tons of good food. I couldn't decide on healthy, salty or chocolaty type foods so I took a little of each. We had grapes, strawberries, bananas, pineapple, oranges and clementines from the fruit department. Then for the dessert department we had cinnamon bears, cream puffs, rice crispy treats, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate chip cookies and pretzels. Many of my co-workers commented on how nice it looked and how great it tasted so I took a photo and I thought I'd share.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>But as you can see...if you eat like this for a month you'll gain 12 pounds just like I am on my way to achieving the 12 and probably then some. Today I actually skipped lunch because I ate too much junk food all morning long. Unfortunately, my boss is TDY to Virginia so he wasn't there to taste the goodness. But don't worry I texted him this picture just so he knew what he was missing out on! </div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277984646749806946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/ST8rEn984WI/AAAAAAAAARA/CGB0tetw_gA/s400/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-22720889295374512902008-11-28T17:22:00.004-07:002008-12-03T18:08:21.231-07:00Black Friday at WALMART<div><br />This is a long post but it has a funny story that you can’t explain in a paragraph or less.<br /><br />So like every other year in years past we decided to brave the crowds and go shopping at the busiest place in the world WALMART!! I mostly go for the entertainment of seeing it all and hope that I get a great deal. This year was no exception. I stood by the TV’s and Kayla stood by the Cricut. I had a pretty uneventful time. I just grabbed one and went on my merry way to the $2 DVD’s (we always get about 10 of them, this year 12). Kayla however had an experience.<br /><br />The Cricut’s were few in number but she stood right there to get one. There was a larger woman that had been there since 2:00 am waiting to get herself one. Well she had parked her cart by the display and left to go and try and get some other stuff then would come back and put it in the cart. When you move you lose any advantage you may have had. Mistake number 1. So when she came back a lady let her in to stand by the display again to get one. Mistake number 2. The lady should have given up then. She was just foolish. At those types of sales do NOT move from your post.<br /><br />According to the Wal-Mart ad, the black Friday sales start at 5 am. So about 4:40 am there was a tidal wave of people ripping black plastic from the displays to get to the bargains. Although it was 20 minutes early not even 500 armed soldiers could have stopped the madness. So back to the Cricut story…<br /><br />When the tidal wave of noise started Kayla dove in on the ground, got smacked in the cheek by something hard, and successfully ripped one from the display and put it in her cart. Well the larger woman also went after one of those coveted Cricut machines, but wasn’t as successful. There was another lady who was also on the ground with her hands around the box so the larger woman decided to sit on the box…You can see where this is going…The lady on the ground is crying that her arm is broken, the larger lady sitting on the box is crying and saying it’s hers because she’d been there since 2 am. Next the police officer and the Wal-Mart manager show up and start yelling at the larger lady to get off the box. She continued to whine “It’s mine!!! I’ve been here since 2!!!” The officer told her he didn’t care and to get off the box so as not to hurt the lady on the ground any more. Dumb larger lady made an ass out of herself for a Cricut and she didn’t even get one.<br /><br />Since there were so many people and carts by the Cricut machines there was a traffic jam. People abandoned their carts in the aisle and started walking towards the front of the store. So those that had stuff in their carts could not work their way out of the crowd. About 5 minutes later we rendezvoused at in the clothes section. At that point Kayla realized that her Blackberry was gone, it had fallen out of her hoodie pocket. I started frantically calling it hoping somebody would answer and give it back. No luck!! I thought oh great there goes a $300 phone! Meanwhile she ran back to the Cricut display and rummaged through the garbage and there it was just sitting there. She said it would have been thrown away with the garbage if she didn’t dig through it.<br /><br />Black Friday morning ended with us waiting in line for 1 hour to check out. During that time you couldn’t move because there were so many people, carts and lines you had to ask 20 people to move if you wanted to go anywhere. Wyatt slept over at my mom and dad’s house so we didn’t have to take him with us. We stood in line next to a lady who brought her newborn. STUPID. You shouldn’t take them to Wal-Mart in the first couple months and let alone on the craziest shopping day of the year. We got several good deals. Afterwards, I always wonder if it is worth it though. But I think it was! And I am sure I will do it again next year. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275735375970913474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjysaHNKher3ly_1goyAj1yooO_lEiWmmiEg9TCmsS1DaRcbebXL8w7dZGGdB06oxWC1kD97loRyZch9AibmA5JF8yt67qSp4oHtTBYE-7s9HRP8QvR4zcZzPy0V8lxuyhVROqKTQmjhDQ/s400/IMG00004.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275735070843419058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_eSq3Ir4Ee3SBLRWb-uIn2I-IYPTBL-zZACSCktAxu3v12d04l6E8_aR6uzG9eKTrLdnTI9HYJErCZtOkEviDWgWD-MBWaKJGTf0tLG3hJA-E82La6ield4gmFqFL3nabnYu364mLqDk/s400/IMG00005.jpg" border="0" /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-48186061755041974122008-11-27T17:08:00.002-07:002008-12-03T17:20:17.291-07:00ThanksgivingThanksgiving was really nice. We went to my mom’s house for dinner. Most of my mom’s siblings were there with all of their kids. I think I counted about 43 people all together. That is not all of us either there were 2 more families that were out of state or going to the other family for dinner. It was really nice to get together with those you don’t see that often. However, for my family, Thanksgiving can be a particularly hard time. My cousin committed suicide the day before Thanksgiving a few years ago and that probably resonates in my mind, and probably my whole family’s too, more than turkey, mashed potatoes and pie. This year before we even started to eat we watched Jeremy’s funeral video. I don’t know that I saw anybody that wasn’t crying. We certainly miss him. <br /><br />After lunch at my family, riding four wheelers, watching Hancock and Fred Clause, we went to Kayla’s Aunt’s house in Syracuse for pie. We haven’t seen a lot of this side of the family because they are actually step-family but since Kayla’s Grandpa Anderson died unfortunately, we just haven’t seen too much of them. It was nice though because most of Kayla’s siblings were there and many of the other cousins and aunts and uncles. Above all I am thankful most for my family, especially my wife and Wyatt as well as my immediate and extended family too. They are all great!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthefarrsblogpics%2Falbumid%2F5275719633331137793%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DXlP606xcz_Q" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-38643158307074488412008-11-23T08:33:00.004-07:002008-11-23T08:44:57.636-07:00Uneventful Month but there was a semi-date<div>Everything has been pretty much uneventful around our house. Hence, there have been no new posts of anything. Kayla continues to fight through her math class. There are only a few more weeks until it's over so it will be great once she is done! </div><br /><div>Yesterday we did go on a semi-date. I use the word semi because I went to my parents house to take back a bunch of junk I borrowed and my mom said she would watch Wyatt for a while. So we got a free coulpe of hours together. (man those just seem so rare). We went and saw Twilight. I've read the books but Kayla hasn't but she still wanted to go see it with me. Overall we both liked it. We both though it was really slow at the first but got better as it went on. I do not think the characters of Edward and Bella are what I pictured from the books but I guess they'll have to do. </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.stepheniemeyer.com/img/movieposter3.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>Anyways we are getting ready for the Holidays and we will be going shopping on Black Friday. I love it! It is almost more amusing at watching all the people fight over things than it is to get super deals! I will have to post about that next Friday after I set up our Christmas tree!</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-60610794378620990722008-11-01T19:43:00.017-07:002008-11-01T21:37:23.519-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTAYDUDAOyqwBO5CYVSzNkU-9Y9JxjsSTLQaTQMVXQFyogsaGU0GQjeY0VmR-u8VWG8uDwWbfvtNGNwGQ8ELgeSn49dMZ8T8lUpjR1CfMvVao55cORa0J1cFUwAzCbCAGbJj9lUbtAa1A/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263905245676554770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTAYDUDAOyqwBO5CYVSzNkU-9Y9JxjsSTLQaTQMVXQFyogsaGU0GQjeY0VmR-u8VWG8uDwWbfvtNGNwGQ8ELgeSn49dMZ8T8lUpjR1CfMvVao55cORa0J1cFUwAzCbCAGbJj9lUbtAa1A/s320/cookie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color:#ffcc99;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;">milk's <span style="font-family:courier new;">favorite </span>cookie..</span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuLDJQ54xD396RNwNh6T0Jkp5w1kSQ58KRJ9AUDj6AZE4qoYuV-4ETyGU_nUhN26qmn6A2UATraBK0J6mfaGHU0nCbAqlQ3O_Bt27hkcRRMO8KKB8_0v2pB7nrzTgZ2qC9SjRu2vTLi2P/s1600-h/cookies+and+milk+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263904667831696370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzuLDJQ54xD396RNwNh6T0Jkp5w1kSQ58KRJ9AUDj6AZE4qoYuV-4ETyGU_nUhN26qmn6A2UATraBK0J6mfaGHU0nCbAqlQ3O_Bt27hkcRRMO8KKB8_0v2pB7nrzTgZ2qC9SjRu2vTLi2P/s320/cookies+and+milk+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a></span> </span><br /><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"></span></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;">& the <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">world's</span> <span style="font-family:courier new;">coolest</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">dad</span>.</span></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTAYDUDAOyqwBO5CYVSzNkU-9Y9JxjsSTLQaTQMVXQFyogsaGU0GQjeY0VmR-u8VWG8uDwWbfvtNGNwGQ8ELgeSn49dMZ8T8lUpjR1CfMvVao55cORa0J1cFUwAzCbCAGbJj9lUbtAa1A/s1600-h/cookie.jpg"></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-13002871774534680442008-10-22T18:36:00.023-07:002008-10-28T22:16:31.084-07:00All Hallows Eve<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;">The souls of the dead were left to roam the streets and villages at night as the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Innocent</span> sleep peacefully. The vile spirits were once thought to be friendly, so gifts and treats were left out to pacify the evil. From this custom has evolved - trick-or-treating... and PARTIES! Here are some fun pics a our 'all hallows eve' <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">partay</span>! <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262418874341391730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hrkPwWUKZQRdITJfIhKTRpXniQuPi6qazv9RgqNUA6qPimbzQsShelFcZOwK5lmwGvv-7auF1E_t2LX30d62I3Sb5lomF-F_j8LYTzvXKwe2aEIX6BzKLdCkOKgdlTOL8H2cVpaLzyU/s400/100_4734.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419107372678178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcdB6G7Pl79_LefaaLKpGxF8fIiJ2zu6ZxbS2PWlXu-y_ZiKakPmVsokZaeyKvGmeDgkLYba41oaAZhVQLEnKTngcjnivVyehJT-C42XuTMeeX8WoBd37G1voIbppNxCXCGhDSdX-wYxE/s400/100_4735.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#cc9933;">This year we are themed from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Shrek</span> Movie! Josh is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Shrek</span>, Kayla -Princess Fiona, Wyatt is Donkey and Roxy the dragon. We were feelin crafty so Josh and I made our costumes. My wonderful husband who i love dearly thinks that because i can think up an idear i can execute it... not so much the case. The dress was a team effort inbetwixed me, Josh, and Momma Shar.. Let's just say it was a BEAST! It looks so awesome though. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419350004406498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieOKOraSTW_bLnTJ17Do1CxqeScCOXeqkFLTlzEMAdUkC148qv_kMTL5MT_p_1D6I9OIUa5VlzkA2h1sKd3nihL4IyG1ZMK1mtuUQDaVW5uGjuxXJZpYAhfsC7S6HyuGaPVKJb80_iiDU/s400/100_4738.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Shrek</span>, Fiona, Donkey and Dragon<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262419686159716002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmFQKCVSQ9T1aK3c7o_cNmbSiNCpAS4pQo7lUrRDTysCXXKxYRnkjd_oYZpNMv7LulWj91ORDWRgL4Kv7P-1ibPRL_muKoFQmMn_kT24dtdxn7_BqEnf7dMkOa6bD2pEzsMq2Oh-lCiWo/s400/100_4739.JPG" border="0" />Polygamists<span style="font-size:85%;"> (travis & brooklin, nicole & nate)<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262423568425520530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL65Qe3hzkOT37jggv2Udn7gIjQCVd-kpLGAUomashqAyFhqA_wG4vt_6TaiUp7iE_ym4fSNFV1dpfxcvw8NTIsETsqs2Qmu5nBniYIc4yXTjlKXMbBChf5dCBRxhEw6YLiHFyAHvQqh8/s400/100_4741.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262423304279073154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwH-K4HFxqziyC3GAtjZBFuwC3a9FsuvjMDmd9uvKV6RlF-sDpEiLUHoDvazueoOA8ZtsZhFayEp_h4XpqYxuuIDzkbsqWuObbJucJq0ibUlUE-JEQqSram5r46Ndnrbh1_YYac6_4fdA/s400/100_4740.JPG" border="0" />Bubble Gum on the bottom of my shoe and partly cloudy.</div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262423807834316690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpeYflbhTlm4lLpZIWR26QlHQVs6wM9h7gjIg7DGQdaw2S5DgE61vvvH02Edv7jHSKlU56Fp8u442rFQrVVR_3WHZ68d-KUmEN3Q_CPKA5KIsqbKJ2NuKns9CGcsiGyAJInUkwutjNR_k/s400/100_4742.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div>prego rockstars <span style="font-size:85%;">(kendall & megan)</span> Along side McCain and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Palin <span style="font-size:85%;">(chris & kim)</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"> </span></div><div><br /><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262424066714499154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5h_fbTHt3wLO38pctYitJPB_y8dZQANqKhCtI447gs29Ln6hh00UTPrOhAc3hfwJXa9-uWqdev__n5gB9_Uy__M-cOd-xuy084HDaveUN4c5oDVc9_6M-TNLFDg-Fx-asO9XjWCwXio/s400/100_4743.JPG" border="0" />More of the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">polygamist</span> folk with the one who got away.. (nikki)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262424266319957314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9MmbbSj1phniO43olPNxVM4Db4NUmdwIH87wSpLQG_UaTRMs85EwP-MrjBU3ARrFndAxN5j4sC-ecZAcaZ2xhOgFdIssULPaAXo-pRlPO4vBab7KnwOxk0fHCHXNPy4HZu_IZctop7r8/s400/100_4744.JPG" border="0" />Maggie, Marge and Homer (ashley, mike & miley)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262426491740805202" 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/AVvXsEjTIxdTT0Qp7ey0up7lzT_HM8EFt3polTD0haF7hJRzYWbVCEUNA6iVaymO04VNTlU8J-3mDsiDz6OKtbTZ-tISqzNi0N5NMbrwT5ZXWbEJvLtm8hrcpd9Do58V3jX7dD7r4YQiLxv71X0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" />Ute fans eating dinner next to partly cloudy and a chance of showers. If you asked what they were Shay would say Partly Cloudy and Robbie would say with a chance of showers and spray you with is bottle.</div><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262427008879790850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewsbt08X1c7rhoGpzfuGzvElGFAIueSDa1itNohG-mNU_gDFdcOkcCX1BdAHOqMESaOP4KJMg9ht4dzlORAOBeHMpvF7Xx-1ZU42II_20XTeGj6jOK-Xpbb7w6jU4W6aej3J5Wsc42eE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" />Mid-Evil peeps (anna & shawn) <br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-73227084048172678502008-09-27T17:03:00.005-07:002008-09-27T17:12:55.965-07:00Weber State, Weber State, Great! Great! Great!I attended Weber State University for 4 years and Kayla has gone there for about the last 6 and neither of us had been a football game…until their homecoming game this year. Katherine and Marc (Kayla’s sister and her husband) are the biggest Weber fans I know. They go to every game, of just about any sport, have all the free stuff they throw out, and sport their “Weber Wear” everywhere. The game was ok…nothing nail biting close but there were a few really good plays. My favorite was when the ref got smashed –HARD! My next favorite was when Kayla caught the Wildcat Claw. Wyatt seemed to enjoy himself too. Here are the pics so enjoy!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250856692352283522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/SN7KV2oj84I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5LyomC3ffGo/s320/IMG_1330%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857006384680866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/SN7KoIfuD6I/AAAAAAAAAAU/4xQsRvUpF2Y/s320/IMG_1327%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250857751698132034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/SN7LThASzEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tAVAVzqr_z8/s320/IMG_1325%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250858061658225394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_i4wwbK1n0tk/SN7LljsievI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ftyYdlvaSr8/s320/IMG_1320%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-51835006603482453482008-09-07T19:05:00.006-07:002008-09-07T19:18:10.982-07:00My new closetSo I’ve been so handy lately and that is not generally me. I finished installing our floor about 2 weeks ago and vowed to myself no more do-it-yourself home improvement projects until winter (when I have to be inside). That vow didn't last too long. About 5 months ago we went to IKEA and we bought some stuff to organize our closets and we made another trip on Labor Day and I bought some more. Well I decided to tackle the project. I always start strong and then finish wishing and promising I’m not ever going to do anything like that again. My closet is not that big but it is really deep so I decided all of my clothes were about to burst out if I didn’t do anything. So I split my closet in half and put two smaller places to hang clothes and with the other half I installed a pants hanger, tie/belt drawer, sock basket and another shelf. I’ve pretty much filled up the entire thing and am wondering if I made anymore space or just made it a little more organized or maybe I should get rid of some clothes?? Oh well another home improvement project down the drain… there will probably be more in a while (I’m thinking basement office or more closets). Until then NO MORE projects I promise! But I always feel proud to have completed something I wouldn’t normally do. Do you see my dilemma??<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Before<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243466379733850498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj687bfsRbx9PmpaHmQN_gOnjZtiynAsY_YhwLWGUerxQ8yscNizV49je2Wkirtn6qpWjiLoGJcOc8rPs_dMwrmfeupUdURpuB3ibe_9kkFmWBT_dEG106juEHeLzoNnHcOnpp6PS2C8xU/s400/100_4704.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">All my junk<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243466773302414802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqS0NxQmDYCnin4vdhY4aHVpwHql5r_nI53J9iTX-nOBuuLy8J1zFHhCWyNrkejnDI-uSSMncF837Yk3kGd4plIeKRVEBac6q5tmlpSxVcOEHBsaUItbd_1wGjNh9mEIO2D_-98jDRGSg/s400/100_4706.JPG" border="0" />Finished Product<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243467350190549202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZpUF9dZA_oWeUEzjlKC2b-cbYX1MDTsX9Omom8OdwCi2jJwaQ5TXGgQYC-SoUquQlUO-cGZ5J-vyTqg2JLZndPgr4Vqb64vJUSOLf3LFSgqk7-HnYusNglYJ4jR5JbFoL6T365LWRKWM/s400/100_4709.JPG" border="0" />All my clothes put away<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243468236919722498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3ZvaYUEEOcc89nCFn0atvdD_JEECXm2iTug9l7yUnQXyQVUAb6hGkyQi8msZh3dsMCGDzPjUJCMCTFmFDZ9LuTE1SbhD4rDmNQ5CdFWaVz0vBobJNydRkA7ZH6GJ2EW1Jc9Y6Qz983U/s400/100_4713.JPG" border="0" /></div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-75886605535399423762008-08-31T15:37:00.003-07:002008-08-31T15:39:46.133-07:00Happy BirthdayAugust is birthday month for us. We started with Jaxon and Wyatt on the 9th and 11th. Then it is my dads birthday on the 14th. One week later it is mine on the 21st. About another week later it is my mom's on the 30th and then my sister-in-law Jen's birthday is today. WHEW!! Happy birthday to all!!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-58544765197307877622008-08-26T21:08:00.007-07:002008-08-31T15:32:44.018-07:00Lucky Peak<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYyzhFYVH3a8gA_myehbGZhaYBETEKQ7EGcKdbpe26n3EMz8JqkCbJEKC7ADfJKcyi8TkTcxODePa_VWmtH3dxIpErY3yHKv8epcWTdhpTjaaHWl8e0BQOgXiPdJvz4UNpQ2e2dTQ4N4/s1600-h/100_4652.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240813065463453250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNYyzhFYVH3a8gA_myehbGZhaYBETEKQ7EGcKdbpe26n3EMz8JqkCbJEKC7ADfJKcyi8TkTcxODePa_VWmtH3dxIpErY3yHKv8epcWTdhpTjaaHWl8e0BQOgXiPdJvz4UNpQ2e2dTQ4N4/s400/100_4652.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>This last weekend we packed our bags for a little vay-cay to Idaho...we went to visit Justin & Megan. These two are soley responsible for Josh+Kayla=Wyatt. They set us up on a blind date on New Years Eve 2002… and the rest is history, we’ve been together ever since. Anywho we decided to take out the boat to Lucky Peak Reservoir on Saturday and this are a few of the pictures of our fun in the sun. Thanks to JJ & MEG Patt - we love and miss you guys! It was a fun weekend – the drive not so much (there is only so much of scenic sagebrush one can handle!)</div><br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthefarrsblogpics%2Falbumid%2F5240804553055009089%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3D_qAwLrcKpD8" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioo2lJK92_FjsApEdde03fotHti5H7freXKoVkondWO0a49ZlZkRe5daAF41AxmOv0prctl9DMdrwTn3wAT9oZXWohmJPWaE6wIjI0jIhWR-cAYueswJvrP3nzmdZhLSrF4GA1chlxqxsX/s1600-h/100_4655.JPG"></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-8421145841076617442008-08-26T21:05:00.005-07:002008-08-30T21:51:55.243-07:00delema solvedTHANK YOU to all those who helped us in our predicament by voting for our new kitchen/dining room flooring. Hands down everyone in the bloggerhood voted for the darker of the two woods. However those who saw the options in person voted for the lighter wood. So we decided that although your help was much appreciated we thought best to go with the lighter wood. As we soon discovered deciding on the color of wood was the least of our problems! We thought this to be a project that might take a day and a half at the most – well we started Thursday evening worked on it ALL DAY Friday, Saturday and most of Sunday… I thought it might never end! It didn’t help that as we were finishing up the floor I decided it would be a good idea to paint… PAINT are you CRAZY!?! Yes, yes I am. So we painted as well. For three days our entire kitchen was in our living room- it was a dreadful few days! Done at last, done at last thank God all mighty we are done at last!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthefarrsblogpics%2Falbumid%2F5240534721482202209%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3DTtqzntiIQZQ" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-46131318528359575112008-08-21T15:02:00.004-07:002008-08-31T15:14:23.300-07:00Just another Birthday<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240807269870030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPbXwyV2rf6DRlwj-ZCBmQhBvSlXO7pNdhPJR-XxbQafz5LznyV85nqoj5Odl_y3cax-Xuleu1yLJG4Z_wR-0X7Yn5yaRzA7TtIHiornVg1djcnLJErkzkqvUsKTQnKeL1z4XU5kMAlpU/s400/100_4615.JPG" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqxWlBQXylUJjliyUco3mrMtZmIM62qWjgpzvnndu_HYQcYL2UuSs1M2LK2beSU98uNew_vn9Vt6uNw-_ja1Nr8uFvzI-kN42iQV2MroEvPCgtRXA6x_7AqJOgQXIb_6cP-BA6q_8LrM/s1600-h/100_4612.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240808424848976690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOqxWlBQXylUJjliyUco3mrMtZmIM62qWjgpzvnndu_HYQcYL2UuSs1M2LK2beSU98uNew_vn9Vt6uNw-_ja1Nr8uFvzI-kN42iQV2MroEvPCgtRXA6x_7AqJOgQXIb_6cP-BA6q_8LrM/s400/100_4612.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYWlnsBaQIF5JhHwtknIk3sfjiz3TAzZT_oWqH8ROIzVkRBHdQXI6qswD7-RnJUvOZGQp7rSyzbF0W1h-vSq-aEbHV2c2sX3FSc6QOViNImLbswlKFWqy9FWkLczzv4J71aUKRsQrNno/s1600-h/100_4620.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240807933832879106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZYWlnsBaQIF5JhHwtknIk3sfjiz3TAzZT_oWqH8ROIzVkRBHdQXI6qswD7-RnJUvOZGQp7rSyzbF0W1h-vSq-aEbHV2c2sX3FSc6QOViNImLbswlKFWqy9FWkLczzv4J71aUKRsQrNno/s400/100_4620.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So I am officially 27! Whoopie-do. To me it was just another day. I woke up, went to work, then came home. We did go out to dinner which is unheard of on a week night. After dinner Kayla gave me some really nice things (shoes, air compressor) then we went to bed because we were going to Idaho the next morning. When you are little you look forward to birthdays all year long but when you get older you just want them to come and go and have nobody make a fuss. Oh well we all get older at the same pace -- one day at a time!Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-12557640313362299922008-08-18T08:44:00.008-07:002008-09-03T21:54:34.111-07:00Wyatt's 2nd BirthdayA little late but this is Wyatt's Birthday post.<br /><br />08.11.2006 --- 6lbs. 19 inches<br /><br /><br />08.11.2007 --- 18bls.<br /><br /><br />08.11.2008 --- 23lbs.<br /><br />My baby is no longer a baby – he has officially entered into toddlerhood :0( And as Josh & I are finding out - it's no coincidence that some call it the terrible two's! He is one persistant little bugger! Turning two makes me a little sad but at the same time it is so much fun watching him grow and learn new things. One of his favorite things is playing with any sort of ball – but in particular baseball (I think it is because of the bat – which in turn can be used for so much more that just to hit baseballs!) So for his birthday we had a baseball themed party. Everything from the invites to the dinner to the cake to the presents. Cousin Jaxon’s Birthday is just two days before Wyatt’s so we tag teamed the birthday party’s. We ate hotdogs for dinner - you can’t go to a ball game without eating a hotdog! And then we went swimming at the Herfordshire pool. It was a fun day to be with our family & friends, we appreciate how much they love and care for our Wyatt… it really does take a village! Happy Birthday Wy!!!<br /><br /><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="600" height="400" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&captions=1&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fthefarrsblogpics%2Falbumid%2F5240540888466754337%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss%26authkey%3Dv18ixcF_HUk" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3998268959015618907.post-79852176043149627132008-08-14T21:12:00.001-07:002008-08-14T21:14:07.954-07:00Happy Birthday Grandpa<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5wU3-jFA3yj2TjOCvRodMxIYhm3xfk0cTJfZMmurYQYtUqVT9ehaP5g2L-_nyt4O4ort4XvmeoCmH-LszkYdSdBbczRfltkfQxgmRcoQJVVtddTewMWWzi22LwclktNscz4fXvagbLA/s1600-h/Dad's+Bday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234592785921319298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw5wU3-jFA3yj2TjOCvRodMxIYhm3xfk0cTJfZMmurYQYtUqVT9ehaP5g2L-_nyt4O4ort4XvmeoCmH-LszkYdSdBbczRfltkfQxgmRcoQJVVtddTewMWWzi22LwclktNscz4fXvagbLA/s400/Dad's+Bday.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My dad’s birthday is today. He is such a nice man. He spent his afternoon with Wyatt. I called to see how it was going and he said: “fine we are just eating crackers and watching TV.” Wyatt definitely loves grandpa. He is always asking where’s grandpa. My dad loves to play with Wyatt and take him for rides on the 4-wheeler and mini-bike. Kayla and I both love him too because he is always so willing to help and he always knows what to do or how to do our silly projects. When I went to pick up Wyatt after work I went in and found him asleep in my dad’s lap, well sort of. I just had to take a picture before I woke him up! Thanks for all you do. We love you and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!</div>Joshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00805640752635217956noreply@blogger.com0