tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10601470459697098232024-03-13T00:35:21.130-05:00What’s Up With the Wegner’sI hope you never lose your sense of wonder.Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.comBlogger14125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-50998363157948825712010-07-13T12:20:00.035-05:002010-07-13T13:08:49.035-05:00Gibbs Swap 3This is a swap I joined called GIBBS <b><span style="font-size:130%;">GIRLS I'M BROKE BOX SWAP!! </span></b> There was 12 words/phrases posted and I created items for my partner that went with that word/phrase.<br /><br />1. One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I made a necklace out of a washer</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohKiusuPjV8_l_aWXOS2C4nsMNzS7DQrgSMGm6-ZCgBr-cUZ-udxY-0jS0_OCa6aVCSeTAUFkWjv53RrLL_WV0VFk_NqpyJIpHDtZWGCoCLQocPVXNf2hZ6sx2kEQNpGRy1RNXDLsvQ4/s1600/washer+necklace.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiohKiusuPjV8_l_aWXOS2C4nsMNzS7DQrgSMGm6-ZCgBr-cUZ-udxY-0jS0_OCa6aVCSeTAUFkWjv53RrLL_WV0VFk_NqpyJIpHDtZWGCoCLQocPVXNf2hZ6sx2kEQNpGRy1RNXDLsvQ4/s320/washer+necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493443801408207202" border="0" /></a>2. What Was I Thinking<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I made a memo board for her to let others know what she was thinking</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4JKrcMtQBU-1fSwTAViEySrANgs4K3Kf6iCQ646_RBDWGDqm4imUQkEkDkZ1zqGEJXtUBzJTDxkFNy4K6kPco0phuJ142WN_Hy8VLA8raumK7ENE7Dg8EAeyYlL6aM3eJlImiE7BVzc/s1600/WhatWasIThinking.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY4JKrcMtQBU-1fSwTAViEySrANgs4K3Kf6iCQ646_RBDWGDqm4imUQkEkDkZ1zqGEJXtUBzJTDxkFNy4K6kPco0phuJ142WN_Hy8VLA8raumK7ENE7Dg8EAeyYlL6aM3eJlImiE7BVzc/s320/WhatWasIThinking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493444209707492098" border="0" /></a>3. Button It<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A picture frame from my collection of my grandma's buttons</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFkzll3PyYNgauR3aQp4IYDNCAYMrZi2KLt_7n9SPQHJZIgaJq3w8Qnm7minNnavIoRcuf2yC9ZHSqNpjpFyVIOlED6PCeScYP5juessez_KY8FmRbmRlgN_nL8NSGkaVCHhiyabk6Lk/s1600/ButtonIt.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFkzll3PyYNgauR3aQp4IYDNCAYMrZi2KLt_7n9SPQHJZIgaJq3w8Qnm7minNnavIoRcuf2yC9ZHSqNpjpFyVIOlED6PCeScYP5juessez_KY8FmRbmRlgN_nL8NSGkaVCHhiyabk6Lk/s320/ButtonIt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493444537245900770" border="0" /></a><br />4. Time Flies By--<span style="font-style: italic;">I made a paperbag calendar. Each one has a pocket on front and a pocket at the bottom to put notes and things in.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23sQ40tp8giFe0UoaHgzbVaZPdDsS6duiHvbchh6Z3JzM7V67gQylfEX10jRFBAKA-xloMxofOmsexsN7IZZAmG9Xo8f-MI5Q5BZ69VXapzFmJJeWIwCIOwhWP2qSSWj3PghYmUXIo7w/s1600/Jan.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 170px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg23sQ40tp8giFe0UoaHgzbVaZPdDsS6duiHvbchh6Z3JzM7V67gQylfEX10jRFBAKA-xloMxofOmsexsN7IZZAmG9Xo8f-MI5Q5BZ69VXapzFmJJeWIwCIOwhWP2qSSWj3PghYmUXIo7w/s200/Jan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493446429826831362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVGfmvzoTcwdieW5XZ-5FEp47faztj02fqGj96sbROuwKHcuMcTZgrzrwKUzpa9YKiVr_mBlgzdKlmKdpKCkmHsvyXDny9Q_oAB-jGnURWeUfvrkeEok72JV9vnlcajvMeaiTzEId9MM/s1600/Feb.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; 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width: 200px; height: 175px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFPZbgOgHHf6LIvNESE_PlMgH1DXptajyZpgrNPV1KMC93DEvro0QMYWUMDibzgpOB0dNchRdN8zIhNNl0ay4pngj2ByVhVvNBtGDlmOAgwZWoU2QMOVT03dJMRMCsZa32zKL8NxcuQds/s200/Dec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493445010288435442" border="0" /></a><br />5. Not All That It Is Cracked Up To Be<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I etched on front and back of three glass votives "Dream/butterfly, Grow/leaf, Inspire/cross" and them filled them with cracked glass.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToOK3ucyXOQ-rwKSaFHnqPi3r_Dnhkje1mWO7M4k1WiM8SXBQHehRh92gT24zfFleYLOWP0slSS62zeRHrsJve7BCpK-zAKWL3mvxIBF4OY9GC0Ri2gZcO3QzN51JwCOfJQ3FV3kyzGw/s1600/votive.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgToOK3ucyXOQ-rwKSaFHnqPi3r_Dnhkje1mWO7M4k1WiM8SXBQHehRh92gT24zfFleYLOWP0slSS62zeRHrsJve7BCpK-zAKWL3mvxIBF4OY9GC0Ri2gZcO3QzN51JwCOfJQ3FV3kyzGw/s320/votive.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493450151024199954" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />6. All Blinged Up and No Place to Go<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This was one of my favorites. It is an altered clipboard.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaY_sn_oteHZL15k70YQUvT_bwV1NTL-wuy5aOPWFU8g_Dv64WIp2JIFVaUPod6_U_m2v_f-RJocM8-63XC9vLaS7vzAFreXedUTXpY3VyDpzJnONWprp5fIC5lJxvTZ4aM8Vp3HJ3hB0/s1600/AllBlingedUp.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaY_sn_oteHZL15k70YQUvT_bwV1NTL-wuy5aOPWFU8g_Dv64WIp2JIFVaUPod6_U_m2v_f-RJocM8-63XC9vLaS7vzAFreXedUTXpY3VyDpzJnONWprp5fIC5lJxvTZ4aM8Vp3HJ3hB0/s320/AllBlingedUp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493449915817163074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAS0kvGHTM2NvN3TxZJZZCAUFj3McR6QQSLSCTgllUFn_2ZAAHB_iZVyAzJrc57aa_GziMylw7h7cI5gDxzWy8DNmsUhuNuEQCa2voglVjYVH04jxF3zYiDki6Yo6xejTx9kTi7bCIZk/s1600/AllBlingedUp2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGATWXIaZ-nCSgH30NTCUDUIE5IY3mwMmKVajR1PR-MKCSslM8a-oGZc5_3a3Zg_Hv4yMLYu0lI5KNPrIYiQ4dlKfxuCkg4GUhcawmxxIgBgUlEbnHP1uf2HMtE9q2z5aIBFj-biW3Ew/s1600/AllBlingedUp2.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpGATWXIaZ-nCSgH30NTCUDUIE5IY3mwMmKVajR1PR-MKCSslM8a-oGZc5_3a3Zg_Hv4yMLYu0lI5KNPrIYiQ4dlKfxuCkg4GUhcawmxxIgBgUlEbnHP1uf2HMtE9q2z5aIBFj-biW3Ew/s320/AllBlingedUp2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493453946714279826" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnAS0kvGHTM2NvN3TxZJZZCAUFj3McR6QQSLSCTgllUFn_2ZAAHB_iZVyAzJrc57aa_GziMylw7h7cI5gDxzWy8DNmsUhuNuEQCa2voglVjYVH04jxF3zYiDki6Yo6xejTx9kTi7bCIZk/s1600/AllBlingedUp2.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />7. You're Such a Blockhead Charlie Brown!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A klennex box</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkVhuzJvJVfhrqWYuGcnLuCEoRyIohogX_ipMWMggwfto4ctnCEQZo2rTk30QnC_EUs8ScDM5N7QJjXiSLRnIh_z2NEhQR1UdNm4UiJzhcz6ybqcC903VUCh4-gWcvtAg8R0eOlrQGaw/s1600/klennex.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAkVhuzJvJVfhrqWYuGcnLuCEoRyIohogX_ipMWMggwfto4ctnCEQZo2rTk30QnC_EUs8ScDM5N7QJjXiSLRnIh_z2NEhQR1UdNm4UiJzhcz6ybqcC903VUCh4-gWcvtAg8R0eOlrQGaw/s320/klennex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493449578667131218" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />8. Share and Share Alike<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A recipe box with dividers in the same colors and feel of the klennex box</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IwIXDxCBb1lVhiGzz8MEsZl__Dd_J6k8MQ-eBjwp_p3KAAbZEA1BLB1u69nAPGn7HUmRkV7ok5Ydipf83jqTdmQDpOYxvDc9e3rWP0N4QqF_LeNmpl5ddwXbLbbuJCiEcDjbJt7WlPo/s1600/recipe.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IwIXDxCBb1lVhiGzz8MEsZl__Dd_J6k8MQ-eBjwp_p3KAAbZEA1BLB1u69nAPGn7HUmRkV7ok5Ydipf83jqTdmQDpOYxvDc9e3rWP0N4QqF_LeNmpl5ddwXbLbbuJCiEcDjbJt7WlPo/s320/recipe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493450409016042082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNr8Hh9R9ZkZC00sd6euCAqq7zbiWsagqFNrm9quOk1UPWMCW2Tv4iXRZ8R9e0xT2pS4gCk99A42NT8CI8bh62hNl-Exh5AIoNGk-lEB5lW5X47VlSCF8WftenO-jWaHbudKabrQp0zA/s1600/Share3.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqNr8Hh9R9ZkZC00sd6euCAqq7zbiWsagqFNrm9quOk1UPWMCW2Tv4iXRZ8R9e0xT2pS4gCk99A42NT8CI8bh62hNl-Exh5AIoNGk-lEB5lW5X47VlSCF8WftenO-jWaHbudKabrQp0zA/s320/Share3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454202453448354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />9. The Flowers of Tomorrow are in the Seeds of Yesterday<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Flower pots with her apt number and a shaker.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mr4QUlm9n15PXT3bwCCiE8qvKCHOE8bUu_Aoley6FYI22Dq9cAZMJA7DH8EpGsppg5Cai7t07f8AAIllLcuBNrKWFMjytLyIkBRL-f1Ng6RZ-fY3JzAwTD4FXug7Ds0-oNrpj92NJU0/s1600/Flowers1.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mr4QUlm9n15PXT3bwCCiE8qvKCHOE8bUu_Aoley6FYI22Dq9cAZMJA7DH8EpGsppg5Cai7t07f8AAIllLcuBNrKWFMjytLyIkBRL-f1Ng6RZ-fY3JzAwTD4FXug7Ds0-oNrpj92NJU0/s320/Flowers1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493450778928964578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />10. Put Your Big Girl Panties On<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">This was a hard phrase for me to create something to go with it. I made the flowers and butterflies out of colored </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">'panty'</span><span style="font-style: italic;">hose</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaeFjV1rhZY1q6gTJAdQREuU-aoLmpDE9949qhhtcoe9Xsr-u30WYImyzdkQTPgcKj2baHQ4qock1LR_B9AXS7kBddqalmuGz_Di-R4AAq9ws4tyzU14HxqnKZBztvMKEsiw7AF58JJA/s1600/BigGirlPanties.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIaeFjV1rhZY1q6gTJAdQREuU-aoLmpDE9949qhhtcoe9Xsr-u30WYImyzdkQTPgcKj2baHQ4qock1LR_B9AXS7kBddqalmuGz_Di-R4AAq9ws4tyzU14HxqnKZBztvMKEsiw7AF58JJA/s320/BigGirlPanties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493451215238597090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />11. I Don't Need No Stinkin' Paper<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My partner makes beautiful cards and uses trims and accents. So I filled one of these with ribbons and trims and the other with scented ink pads</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZS3HqdvwyqgCk2l0ktTF5mg4YUeIZ7KFh4jIK1TCxGP-6HbjqipAs_-4FoK9rRXKzc-IL_a1KSvTiuOI4Dw2qbccEpLfbNcpNfs116N-UdipcAeBR94Dl7wbOQPciZ1CLntUm6wltX0/s1600/takeout+box.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuZS3HqdvwyqgCk2l0ktTF5mg4YUeIZ7KFh4jIK1TCxGP-6HbjqipAs_-4FoK9rRXKzc-IL_a1KSvTiuOI4Dw2qbccEpLfbNcpNfs116N-UdipcAeBR94Dl7wbOQPciZ1CLntUm6wltX0/s320/takeout+box.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493451981913668418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />12. GIBBERS Do It Old Tool Style<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I did a play on words here and changed it to Old SPOOL style & made a ribbon holder to sit on her desk with some more pretty ribbons for her to use.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_GD3pY4VQKvDtXoyjpxV3fNfRyOLWSj1yyPwRLIuw-071Fvr4vOdtU3d_f3O_RHY7WYz7CffCtwMLCyg9UMQNA6khDwb_3jTJlZ8Kou5DMJTBCIJ_lfgQ75nnTxZ4XO97ExhGrTYljQ/s1600/spool.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV_GD3pY4VQKvDtXoyjpxV3fNfRyOLWSj1yyPwRLIuw-071Fvr4vOdtU3d_f3O_RHY7WYz7CffCtwMLCyg9UMQNA6khDwb_3jTJlZ8Kou5DMJTBCIJ_lfgQ75nnTxZ4XO97ExhGrTYljQ/s320/spool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493452284172377970" border="0" /></a>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-33808259219472524982009-10-17T18:14:00.006-05:002009-10-17T19:06:31.548-05:00Opening Day<div><div><div><div><div><div><div>There is just something thrilling about opening day pheasant season. Before noon the town is filled with pickups and men in orange vests and hats. The gas station is filled with those picking up water, pop and beer (for relaxation after the hunt I'm sure) dogs in the back eager to go.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393724100886078322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIsMASG2xY5WeqfUH0eouypdqP-EzpC27qQ7svIDM5BUAAsBUvLpVNbg2nmmE7mlnkvfT0_hlYpDKy_1bp56UoY5MVEOgsn6tn7BZIrDuHk0nuvJ51jgaIyHeiYX9L2BIoSR8Qyzuwrjc/s320/pheasant+field" border="0" /><br /><div>I went out with my guys today, donned a bright orange hat and vest. We walked thru tall grasses that swayed in the wind. The breaking of twigs beneath our feet. The ground muted greens and tans. A bird would take flight, so beautiful to watch as it's wings are parallel to the ground searching for a safe place to land. Holding my breath waiting for the popping sound with hopes the bird will fall, knowing the thrill it would bring to my son.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393720390060289202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWrnQsKvMLVoivaizEhqI07K5n6QOAU4kdTLlLEhh9k8zb9Nq94Iy7ufgdP5O7Cw2UKIW3nV0F7MqPrrwdcucocJgQbYUdahCjqi1wXS9JhYT04yz0F_NIigcyXq7xv79BMXJ_WpyJnY0/s320/bird+in+flight" border="0" /><br /><div>Riding in the pickup I am a spotter, watching where they fly up and where they land. Three fly from the ditch we stop so Cole can walk in the weeds. One flies up and though Cole shot it is a miss. As we drive further on another is spotted. Lyle shoots this one and Carter runs to retrieve. The pheasant is twisting and turning doing a wild sort of dance. Carter waits to grab it and soon it is still. The colors on the bird are magnificent, the browns, golds, greens and blues.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393720142725517506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg84o15HH44okO_uvShZdL3i1_esCZx59MuLxgbcSGeV4ejEq5SK32k2TF-5GhvYfi4uuQu5bgCmwhfZQch5Jl267LfXYNDJSXgWUjqc7feeU_xJiKQu7MS-GUbHL9EQBm-nq00gPPyRjY/s320/full+pheasant" border="0" /> The guys went out again this time without mom...Cole got his bird and is estatic...another great fall day in SD</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-74464458680758654152009-08-11T23:38:00.001-05:002009-08-11T23:39:08.415-05:00http://bevscrafts.blogspot.com/I love all my scrapbooking sites. Here is a fun one I have found. Who doesn't like a chance at free goodiesDiannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-36205166263132190162009-07-22T17:02:00.014-05:002009-07-22T17:29:08.935-05:00<div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">My oldest son, Taylor, is spending his summer in Uganda--Africa. He is taking a self study class towards his degree. It amazes me what kind of man he has become. I am so proud of him and all he accomplishes. He doesn't wait for opportunities--he creates them. He has sent pictures today that have touched my heart.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">This is a source of water for the villagers</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361409609142110674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 536px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRtuE2BjW6pXT3zOjUEit5mO2kfFnmO7YyqZwgH8tLYzOBy0JsouxSKy7Gyodk3GitzG7YhacaKlkXH__WkzH0lvh3ijaGc9seh7Q8PPUBhqImVt5Nm2nkhyzpTtu3Afp_XaQOLMglc_U/s320/water.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361409461419088738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 460px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 315px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbcEhV6HNaG4wQbCDVtxom-YmsE0tHcKCsgHHD7lMtq92-hPCSuwHqDjnGaR-BIaFbwdeXMhKkGB5fmlYEQfkbf_5ED-0dr6ikpqRnOGA7sE0Ls16EPUbx1e1lYUxjujuKAlNnnGCAjGQ/s320/children.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">These are some of the children watching a memorial dance. Look at the condition of their clothing--they are no more than rags.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361409526009872274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 476px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Q1topKfIEcc8VlBngK8tRyhIkRcAuqfUHNPsdajqV0YVsGAseAwG7yakE4GcBaYniKaS_Wn14KifN9NwyhVnqIFzOvNYDQ9vxpea5M54zBTsUgexaSq2cSJYt0AthyU191BqkJvXrtg/s320/Taylor+dance.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">The villagers pulled Taylor into the dance. The look of pure happiness makes my heart grin. I know he is going to come back a changed man.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361412304231282082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 536px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiykYeyOBWbkAEndlqaAZKi5mzukKhrdtXOm0vlyZ5i8pELgpiBW_O4BLRw2d-14bxtuctkKmnToT66SX5Gg1ISHqKIMn35M8MJGrbaqhjxIvwFy6GBzfLgfQ25XKNIwO0d93LVGBYrwRQ/s320/villiage.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361412728886780130" 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/AVvXsEjwoJ5Ue2Q-2RTm6mmrunJiFvnt88JT4raxkU6AWzNthceADrCvpaZOyBWtpQAPjjulLzMgW_RvpMDJBE0O9TICpEzv84qgmCQbVEXt7dG65WK0f8uF8iL8Q0iTYgTjenRCbUMACsiJe8U/s320/hut.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361409385461856786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 404px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-lYEm00x9JIGRWBkYJ0hdTgq0rpnX1KcSXaYD8a7H023nU6kpePNfES-8xONs0a-xEahZBIK3-ESxtg2byTR2EX4laIQ9YaGfRec0UDnsvbRejgw5NUy1BL_GJL41ekwQqkwJyz1RYc/s320/children+hut.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Here is a hut that they actually live in. Taylor says the children treat him like a celebrity</p><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">Breath taking beauty and such poverty at the same time.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361409272580036914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 534px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3Y0JHOJWC-33SUsQr51aNFzWA8jiZGr6d7qRnKbbEBSg4LOBWLbTIwnD5LbhfNUKW0YE_QE8QSddk_8Qqzyql2FXMQpNZgx7d6gzMvvWebA-7J6gvQ1gTyIkzRyYZBDHDeM-q1sk2VQ/s320/child+hills.jpg" border="0" /></p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">I put this picture on my computer as the wallpaper to remind me how many things we take for granted, how many things we feel entitled to, and how truly blessed we are.</p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-62202135628916236122009-05-17T22:41:00.012-05:002009-05-17T23:41:18.817-05:00Spring BlossomsThe apple tree is in full bloom. You can hear the buzzing of bees happily enjoying the sweet nectar. I like the tree this time of year and in the fall when it smells a bit like wine as the apples ferment on the ground. These are the little apples...Lyle tried to make jelly out of them one year...it was a lot of work and not much flavor.<br /><br /><br /><div><div>Every once and awhile the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hutterites</span> will come and ask to pick them. If you have never seen this it is fun to watch. They spread a large plastic sheet covering the ground around the tree. Then one of the boys (theirs not mine) climb up the tree and shake the branches. Thus causing the apples to fall onto the plastic where the women will sort them out, take the leaves off the ones they want and place them into a bucket. When they are done the completely rake the ground and put all the other fallen apples into one of our garbage cans. Then they give us corn, tomatoes, potatoes for letting us pick the tree. What is there not to like...they take away the apples that haven't fallen, clean up the ones that have and reward us with fresh vegetables.</div><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337013922333165938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJXPgHaTX1UYtfx_aJOIl67vqpR2xJ3TjHdCLjpMmYKbixUfVFSNq9aXSyjP7nCJxeq99drG_AWMDrkAjzUMhSGu1Tj3H_klRmNdcVdPwhIlhfkWDCUSmONTRXS-9Z8PJEunQ5k5uMNs0/s400/hoots.jpg" border="0" /> So today it was a nice sunny day and I wanted some pictures by the apple tree. We have never had them taken while in full bloom. I wanted the boys, the boys and I, the boys and Lyle and Lyle and I. Seems easy right? First we have a new digital camera which neither Lyle or I are very comfortable using yet. For work I have to change cell phones every two weeks so I sorta knew how to operate that one. The biggest challenge is that Cole wouldn't smile. Do you remember that age? Those teenage years....when they were younger I could say "dad has stinky feet" and they would smile, big natural smiles. Now Cole does this mouth closed semi-smirk and won't cooperate for anything. Then Lyle got tired of messing around and said enough and went inside. No pictures of the boys and Lyle or of Lyle and myself. I had some funny ones in mind too. And that is just where they remain. Here are the few I managed to get.</div><div> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337016543288127714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 347px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCUejkZfm6pc7H718F2wImclLlvWFV6gdVP2sqps_7FYVGm1GYfRjllETNBKnFFo5QQzmKGSqBfhdc3XdWap-WIILDDiyV1WhnFZEodoRCQr4m_tmuZQn1e8gIhXMtorVQD7h6bHxHtas/s400/b+closeup.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:georgia;">If they won't smile by themselves I'll manipulate the picture and do it myself. Cole is a cross between the Hunchback of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Notre</span> Dam and porky pig</span></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337017102788418274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirgSRolzhhSe8vwdHmkUFk06FpmCwPMTiv01S43M_HVzJPsRkmDuI8lrOPacmbo_odBFQT2LTBfQDBSnBFGEfByDffzpozZoHx2RhRNCWUadglD0Rp_9AgSZlgCrMPxs2QllP9G8ZzpHA/s320/b+funny.jpg" border="0" /> </div><div align="center">Carter was the only one who would willingly cooperate<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337016348486221026" 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/AVvXsEgVjclVQTOLG_0jzins87sXhtXitbwUntoJXtOk6HqVGSlmEEW0moT3u9NAkvOnnbzb726BvpI-tmpEqa7evr4c0KwA7pou9vAsNV3UZq3MMgwyawGmytlhmIcbOKFtKOG7nmBqsZ1moSs/s400/b+carter.jpg" border="0" /></div>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-24081267144382511512009-05-11T13:14:00.012-05:002009-05-11T13:58:26.703-05:00FishersGroveFishers Grove is a State park about 7 miles outside of Redfield. Our family typically camps there on Memorial Day, Labor Day and I have been going there in Sept for my birthday every year. Here are some pidctures of last year's birthday stay. <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsVEf5f0j_2yCNnvtdk3ZFqobcLVU_kWUBWOD-SHtI9Dj-1x7zPVDWnPob77-CXOug6r856Aq7EqFyMOtDHmTUh470uuv8fBFpum6RsOZh7H83CzchZjCXll52uDSAOa2nXIuEZUoqxc/s1600-h/otherside.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636889030027842" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvsVEf5f0j_2yCNnvtdk3ZFqobcLVU_kWUBWOD-SHtI9Dj-1x7zPVDWnPob77-CXOug6r856Aq7EqFyMOtDHmTUh470uuv8fBFpum6RsOZh7H83CzchZjCXll52uDSAOa2nXIuEZUoqxc/s200/otherside.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapTa85orqHoCGIImqYFRIKRx6ZE2FLMqKZiAgfVmy-cTKPrWI-pdh0n2ot4euL1EU2mB98zC7jIsM5-OwGb36kkFJ6zlcskbrraKxKsYdl0ZFxMYotGfOkQm15S2VtSNCnbYFP75jnaA/s1600-h/from_bridge.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334636400346276594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiapTa85orqHoCGIImqYFRIKRx6ZE2FLMqKZiAgfVmy-cTKPrWI-pdh0n2ot4euL1EU2mB98zC7jIsM5-OwGb36kkFJ6zlcskbrraKxKsYdl0ZFxMYotGfOkQm15S2VtSNCnbYFP75jnaA/s320/from_bridge.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br />These are views from each side of the bridge.<br /></div><br /><div><br /> </div></div><div><div>The boys and I drove out there on Saturday May 10th & these are the pictures we took<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc4JMwEGEWzyACp5un-YEYYudC0QcqMbsoWIKwbomtyIV0sHXW_P7H6CFycZQY6toYXcEhUz9rm365gFRj4p4GcYKNdb4bh93OcsxF0uxFbzaN-2yzsPDMlHvKgGynaRQAB7ZYdOWoQ4/s1600-h/current.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334638351965619554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlc4JMwEGEWzyACp5un-YEYYudC0QcqMbsoWIKwbomtyIV0sHXW_P7H6CFycZQY6toYXcEhUz9rm365gFRj4p4GcYKNdb4bh93OcsxF0uxFbzaN-2yzsPDMlHvKgGynaRQAB7ZYdOWoQ4/s320/current.bmp" border="0" /></a></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334639005028719810" 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/AVvXsEhj4FYO_0cxnlaRcYRmG4qsmNPTdJJ4P9vM0vihfNKEY2RtWjfIZOEXsqI_B53Wp6Od3u6TFsv7-YYfIsKWCxmHEbETxkhCwJyLROB0bxEQ-RHFeLcGiKu0e8GGcAxLJlkiMLWUG7pdsmY/s320/golf.bmp" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><p>This first one shows the end of the road...note the current. The second one shows the golf course bridge. It is hard to see but there is a boat parked beside it and the railings of the bridge go right into the water. People are still golfing they just skip that first hole and are parking up by the highway.<br /><br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334640177896365746" 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/AVvXsEgUGaDCFIz1kaWGFQnIYPK_-7SabAu7-komaoLrN7yBCVUEz7KJ3Wel6MIr2d-fyF95nXEAvVsqpC-fJpWmwZKWinu4Ih0NIdIWwZj99_cZl3mfoHCnbAszDc887EPKvu2BEUahQBrzPu4/s320/swings.bmp" border="0" /></p></div></div><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334641714547168962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 337px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwMAKaXHMiDOBsHnG-au1rN76VSEHOAe5Bbo6li0jnwZHbXcH9gMFnK2dmXM9VjFGZbtPPo-cjTD39glrVZfy_RnEY_Jc3Y7OlLIZNjIr47tjwshBZZU5BzFoqMZyriuNt-68B6snxEfQ/s400/last.jpg" border="0" /></p><p>This is the bridge to get to the campground. Lots of debris backed up.</p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-17947862492078915582009-03-27T15:33:00.010-05:002009-03-27T16:24:46.335-05:00Home made spring bouquets<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBroSetdttHgtu2UJ9FCFMLzs3AVQgXOf4AExShEfaBBkNWPkzi_ruSTa3Uz9lRD8dI1pOAovEgvyZsCzNiJGSE1nuovSWzpypcHgoQraBkPmsAPGpoZ3fjUPLbh4Pl9NsP8LVb-1DG4/s1600-h/1+snow+flower.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317980183698971618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbBroSetdttHgtu2UJ9FCFMLzs3AVQgXOf4AExShEfaBBkNWPkzi_ruSTa3Uz9lRD8dI1pOAovEgvyZsCzNiJGSE1nuovSWzpypcHgoQraBkPmsAPGpoZ3fjUPLbh4Pl9NsP8LVb-1DG4/s320/1+snow+flower.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ok so spring isn't here yet so I decided I needed to make my own spring bouquets. I think I will make an additional six tonight, as there was frost on my windshield and snow on the ground this morning.<br /><br /></div><div><div><div><div><div>Step 1: Take off white paper and cut out a basic flower shape. This will be the bottom layer. </div><br /><div align="center">I used a 3 inch flower with my cricut machine<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317970034841627746" 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/AVvXsEjXqMJHPrq_bcw_pzoQS98851SgV3p7FX85b8666_HxAzpJfzauYheQ5jLbEwzgbhlmOQRSYq_FaaVpeeaFNRdiTjpqb3yUZsU5qxkoBWxpMv6vLjmiRQ_1vptRgAbPjaKrhxa7YBlTpR4/s320/1st+step.bmp" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /><div align="center">Step 2: After cutting out the bottom layer the top layer will be a spring colored paper either a solid or print will work. I also cut out and chalked some leaves.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317970040568990226" 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/AVvXsEjCMCVLYs9w1XoxJtjPNLUNEe-esU4PZp96x2wzPSsOnjnqd9d0zQmxTpv35FCizEh5BWl3NWHqM_j3ItzH39ddugdXl5OLOTEYOLoT08q2gZEMr4lK_4xj09atsCv32ioczvVrQ8Bwmpo/s320/paper+flowers.bmp" border="0" />Step 3: Chalk the edges of the bottom layer. You could use a solid color for the bottom layer and skip this step but I liked the softer edges.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317969541526825954" 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/AVvXsEjL-LuMN30eihphN91dkXicqDvlajSOt5gvd3h-ydBptIp2ruZ1YqSZSak5OjPZ52GMfBnJhYIQnqcCP0ttQxXLeqO0iQYIH3t5fcJsHWVpPnZ0IhDPN2eLKVPSW0de3mHkvRxauItAIG0/s320/chalked.bmp" border="0" /><br /><div>Disclaimer this can be a messy step...I highly recommend putting scratch paper or newspapers underneath.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317978636833697442" 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/AVvXsEhR_7gqdNbh1mvNMO0GFNTxNG4IntcwDkpNRw7aBwUU4uDeFzsLAklxMX-ndAjJsz7YRlbWOZ_dRoeyn5rd9cvHCwmc_nPMVonIAyjpYJ5_ieqfsTgHZ-eXoimyg0IUnbeUtI15ng-FfWw/s320/chalked+fingers.bmp" border="0" /> Step 4: Tape a floral wire between the two layers...double stick tape was not strong enough. </div><br /><div align="center">I used a scrapbook adhesive. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317969545516443906" 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/AVvXsEgP1aAZ-yCu9JLxuJofBiMMpCGtuzEuJbov4E-8pZXFKI1DPjbdVl9kYKBoh2cK3xft90dNtJGfDtEINTE1FAyKrEmsr8uMUTj7Ii-OXQx6eZtlD-fc2Y7Mb1tW_hfc3zGbQrYeFoeD1ys/s320/close+up.bmp" border="0" /><br /><p>Step 5: Put and Easter colored kiss, using a pop dot, as the center and add some of the leaves.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317969542066631698" 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/AVvXsEizK-yrNvVVrE5LFHLfp1eoeB35jluk5dj3pzYbxsU2xLdtU6_QUhkERwc0jFnWxRQnMjQdEGEA5XA8TktzGvpjeRLvucEsYjlN5h1YXWxuf8TBkHajE_0bFOEMYeAzza9K62BFFz59s0M/s320/close+up2.bmp" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Step 6: Fill vases (I got mine at the dollar store) with spring colored M&Ms and insert flowers<br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317968923704837010" 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/AVvXsEj1Q-YgN8paNRvYQoSJGbRizSvIJIA08QHDHaqsUVM5ECLahttEzPXRD63KLemkwUARLIk2aRqVtF52Wx8LV019lJYw2QCgfhEq6NyVg7dJ5zHaCwNAxqFmNkgA0cR-xqs6DevhW7D2xio/s320/Kate+card.bmp" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317974856975911506" 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/AVvXsEjvezwWQ10An34Exto-lW_ccsuH3Ro7qgZViuPLdXKgc2qpx1KhE0WfBRrIJq-Wj6qIi3OtkiZ3-BSkcBAPrVeJYyAhPyhQJ0Fu-0jktbfDyCc9SMvL8orL6KGt3Rym8JAupO6VAlcbjGo/s320/Wendy+card.bmp" border="0" /></p><br /><p>Optional step: I made matchbook cards and clipped them to the vase.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317981102146559490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitmuT20Lc6aFhjhonm6CkhnDZqh5gdHiXn1kFQtbeyJtXO7sF0wa1r3sjpbTT4xCEXdxRolkATplm-geD2rNSrwdz0oFkT0k0tFBAaRZ5RMAUOhV3e5PCGFxPlmsJB-qkVxvMai96oZI/s320/1252_Spring_Bouquets.jpg" border="0" />This was the inspiration for my project.<br /><br /><br /><br /><p>I gave these two my friends who were in the community play this year. It always amazes me how many flowers and gifts are given at the play.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317970040137899106" 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/AVvXsEhnJf6Y_HKXYrk_WM7YJpv_0Sn3tb0K9LT6clJBCzPIWZi5g1citHyBwDDMegvvCb3450juCgb3CLr47XDSZpqMPV4blkR2Ey-Af0n8ImsrsN59ajyM6x5Q539meUPRsYW-UuHGoQYIXi0/s320/on+table.bmp" border="0" /></p><br /><p></p>Here you can see two tables filled. There were eight tables in all.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317969546127037330" 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/AVvXsEigtX1ScORjYdfJgyqYeK5yp3OqX0w9oKj24_OwI9a56d1jLW9btuBUm-UvmsZUZkrPrVBildxSar5qmp7OWRhwtH75rjhtOhAyawnHtZ18WaDmjEN01kk7FlKNKhrV75odRVVQ-eGXD0A/s320/table.bmp" border="0" /></div>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-52676696734753835592009-03-09T18:22:00.026-05:002009-03-09T19:57:26.377-05:00Color Continued<div align="center"><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3342795546_5ab7d8b218_d.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 375px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3378/3342795546_5ab7d8b218_d.jpg" border="0" /></a> Unfortunately the color for tonight will be white. This winter never seems to end. The last snow has melted, the 12 inches in the street is gone. The warmth of yesterday left puddles which are now frozen ice ponds. This isn't a fun fluffy snowfall that will lead to snowmen and snowballs.<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">White can also lead to thoughts of purity the christening dress, </span><a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2862529413_fcd5c33491_m_d.jpg"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2862529413_fcd5c33491_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:georgia;">promising to raise a child with the knowledge of Christ. The confirmation dress when youth are ready to make the commitment for themselves and the wedding dress when two are joined together as one under Christ. So many beginnings with hope and dreams of the future.</span></span></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center">The symbolism of Easter. It is a powerful message that people would like to condense into a short Easter lesson. <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=29&chapter=1&verse=18&version=31&context=verse">Isaiah 1:18</a>"Come now, let us reason together," says the LORD. "Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool.<a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/133923633_4388cca063_m_d.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/46/133923633_4388cca063_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br />Scarlet, crimson, burgundy, ruby, rose, rouge, brick, blood red, blush, fire engine red, flame. Red is hot. It's a strong color that conjures up a range of seemingly conflicting emotions from passionate love to violence and warfare. Red is Cupid and the Devil. </div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3326/3185052942_f767100dab_d.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />Red is sweetness like a candied apple or a big fat red juicy strawberry.</p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2112/1537690179_607553cae3_m_d.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">The fullness of another's lips pressing against yours.</p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3037/2985058869_0db25d3e3e_m_d.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>Red is good.</strong></span></span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong><br /></strong></span></span></p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-58730117974718626422009-03-08T21:12:00.035-05:002009-03-08T22:59:18.650-05:00Colors<div align="center"><a href="file:///C:/WINDOWS/Temporary"></a>Tonight I've been thinking of colors, mostly because I'm blue. </div><div align="center">It made me think of a song sung by Lorrie Morgan "Something in Red" It travels thru her relationship with her husband. <em><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">I'm looking for something in red. Something that's shocking to turn someone's head.</span> </strong></em>Next comes the color of green. <em><strong><span style="color:#009900;">Jealousy comes in the color of jade</span>.</strong></em> Before she walks down the aisle she is looking for something in white. As the relationship progresses she needs something blue. <em><span style="color:#33ccff;"><strong>Something real tiny, the baby's brand new.</strong></span></em> And the circle comes full circle when she is again looking for something in red. I do appreciate that it is <span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>ju</strong></span><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"><strong>st a size larger that I wore last year</strong></span>.</em> </div><div align="center"><br /></div>Colors take on so many meanings depending on mood, symbolism, individuality...<br /><br />Take green for example: this time of year I'm thinking of the greeness of spring.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/85/240771350_5d6cb0b98e_m_d.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">With the economy the way it is right now many are thinking of the lack of green in their wallets or savings.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/388322867_1d65fc19fa_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">And there is always the fun factor in green M&Ms<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2375/2459248657_5eb8cf3f87_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><div align="center">Then there is blue, the color that started this particular blog. As I looked for a photo to express how I feel I started looking for something cute, like with big puppy eyes. But that isn't how I feel. My current sadness isn't cute.</div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1276/1046786100_cc6eba5f01_m_d.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">With two boys in my household I often see the black and blue of bruises and bumps that come with roughousing.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/199/524837205_0f762f42e1_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">God in all His majesty has outdone Himself with blue.<img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/134/366061022_3d50c42de8_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><p align="center"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3182/2857475928_11b05eab58_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3655/3300369368_3cf4637fe3_m_d.jpg" border="0" /></p><p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> </p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-63022015855097863092009-02-27T11:25:00.007-06:002009-02-27T11:41:13.984-06:00Latest Snowfall<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0S-IBSH9a1bumzYPUgfrS0MbLmeYhvayE7AQ8Vaw-Y5f9MmPmZFij3HzQXk8y-EF0jTC-RrBmD9MDWJYPkqKt6Vf0CPdvUIuxWWuFLIZT-w7vqG-gm8ofpSxVZ5UJnvkFEiIeoBlwX_Y/s1600-h/snow4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307532796655108114" 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/AVvXsEh0S-IBSH9a1bumzYPUgfrS0MbLmeYhvayE7AQ8Vaw-Y5f9MmPmZFij3HzQXk8y-EF0jTC-RrBmD9MDWJYPkqKt6Vf0CPdvUIuxWWuFLIZT-w7vqG-gm8ofpSxVZ5UJnvkFEiIeoBlwX_Y/s320/snow4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong>Gotta love South Dakota winters.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"><strong> I'm so tired of the snow.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">These were taken Friday Feb 27, 2009</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307531654905974658" 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/AVvXsEgtzKjavkaNrEmz-D7DxS3EWVeI5WNA_A50Mj9o7OC30JeyM8E38MCzhgs1mlf0oefNeeLQUqwtbrAb4qvybZga_qP0YKp4sjiFgLhJdQ8fxFViHEGoHH7JFcezdoWWhuNab2QgEZUsnro/s320/snow1.bmp" border="0" />Lyle usually uses the bobcat and takes care of our driveway, sidewalks, etc. He is in Sioux Falls for State Dart Tournament so it was up the boys and I. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307532083300094546" 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/AVvXsEg34pME5Y8sdJ2M7nEj-EfRUF6BhyphenhyphenNl40aCQTqX22GQbtiwsbgB2dgK_QgI29RxOnHw5GUd3FQbLfkYrph2H2UuOQ7Y15d3Fm_U7eTckpx9uu4TyhQHVe5-zyuwcNMvyDDeQUt2QmZ8Ny8/s320/snow2.bmp" border="0" />Cole and I dug the driveway so I could get the car out for work. I backed it up into the street and got stuck. We got it back into the garage. I found a ruler and measured the undisturbed snow in the street, it was EXACTLY one foot. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307532314818999938" 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/AVvXsEiv5tCaFCkAh_BIGpL9nU-MaKlJGkpUGtd3G9otHO1BmlbuR3vwtQjQLCAO2D7bNN1UVycEYiUNksqAW2SqDP4AfFNdJTWj8OEKZr20oioeqdkmviHIaLfwXLv-7QnUKxl3UcOKkVzFjxI/s320/snow3.bmp" border="0" />Two hours later the snow plow came by. In attempt to get to work we shoveled out again. I drove to the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Redfield</span> Office only to find out that the driveways both front and back were plowed in. Being that the office is a mile or so outside of town I simply turned around and went home. My fear was that I would get in and not be able to get out.</div></div></div></div>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-31123195705238292532009-02-24T13:30:00.005-06:002009-03-05T15:44:18.636-06:00Boys Sports<div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div>Both Cole and Carter have found their favorite sport...something other than the PlayStation2. When asked my favorite sport the answer is "which ever one my boys are playing in" Cole likes football. This was his first year out. <span style="font-size:85%;">(disclaimer--since I wasn't blogging then I reserve the rights to add those pictures now.)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309819801119027346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiON8El66xQ4ieQSCJP7sk-GkUNGtJZNtdoVu__SfwZkS3sma9_UUsPGWgddg2XnJrMzUpNt3TxHGqssOFeeDyEyQ_3qDCVS0qVuTPmmEEbnb5ngN7NjYXKqh_Hij8a6_YpNqi0g_e1M/s320/Cole+in+7th+grade+football.jpg" border="0" /></span></div></div></div></div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458561468941730" 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/AVvXsEji2iuiO7ZgNUpsxU8lZ9aiwCoCDvDPCe5E7NUzwFyQebg-4w3W2U2admz9FiAzoyo-dO7wl5oyFW4XexPZIYhW4CkCtWkq7jG8TEUopDkNbdf79AQj9BJ6qIZkXKZBTT6o11fSU0TcaOg/s320/diweg+004.jpg" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306458558258800610" 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/AVvXsEjngTH8xyq3ZjtS7qhH3-5CR5r0_QhxbWdFfmC2_SeJnntHStG4U7th0ySGctrRsS1o6PvzNSo1j7dvwlajkFDuIl0rbxHCkZ6Yx8Nw6OZZLQKV9f9WdBppJckbniLW0mh_Df2lpFYhSr8/s320/diweg+003.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div><br />This is Carter's 2nd year of Basketball. These pictures were taken at the first game of the season. This is his team (all 4th graders) and his two coaches, which are awesome, they really know how to work with the boys.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309820891586327858" 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/AVvXsEi7VBoIbYVx3rmb_VXXicw_VoHrdY44z34NAap4YlA5ZBaWeJX3A8zczZufsjaDcda3knfeTRKR0_UgURFmzB-BpqkLd83WsHm3Wi3aARy9CnsrvnCn2KodnAs9wnJYPbaWY8evHGaMVPo/s320/diweg+061.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Here Carter is seen blocking the opponent</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309820885050783298" 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/AVvXsEjChVVpC5d8aeF4B8n4dyCOIi3b67fa1pcj2M8B-169UAbNXbAeLLOLqsf_IkyjBsjKd36xwQuoGSYjap6VYgjKE2rHTo4q6dn-7Osrc-4_Bp2nauGFnelZFuZrGo10ZMjLHh3vRPdPqQM/s320/diweg+058.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">I found that it was hard to get a good camera shot with my camera. They don't stay still long enough for a good picture.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309820880775726930" 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/AVvXsEg4BbfzdtmJvyLOEHJ8RmyYHedziyT6grqed3qjwoXZQeZoWp99qsn8_QK8NEs8vi_3Gf9AyVFMJs8Z7UP0nMmc56S4HERRcfJJ8tJbmugxEK5TH9umCuDtmte6omxB70mCnysTM6CcfsA/s320/diweg+057.jpg" border="0" />This was the final score. We were the guests. Carter made three baskets during this game.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309820886780858738" 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/AVvXsEi3fh2cnbG6oNBfq8fjrusGmPrFrCPyFFa24Ya5Iug82tpOwqBwA14pcD3dkkFRl1NK2BtojyGs9cVqYe-SrTxN8DKPbUwsVw_aH1c7CHZRqK4-5w043Gj5XPHn-LZLWn3diruyl1SfamM/s320/diweg+059.jpg" border="0" />Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-81038644610892743242009-02-03T17:57:00.010-06:002009-02-03T18:19:08.648-06:00Gingerbread Houses<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">During Christmas time ever since the boys were small we have made a gingerbread house. One year we didn't have time to finish it before bedtime. The boys were so amazed that Santa would take the time to finish for them. Years later they still bring that up. </span><br /></div><br /><div align="center">As I wasn't blogging at Christmas time I am taking artistic license and adding the pictures now</div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;">Each boy gets to decorate one half of the house</span></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298725437605151682" 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/AVvXsEglAx92ZmKCKIKBX24AdtC7HxKztGRLdJtunhyQqFsqdpvG7lmTW9uFBAxYVCvhGnjr7ChjZSIEFNZ6OJ0jawqsQ5bw0r5vusg3NuF-K4DATh8z604kZNdPJTZau5QoClXCQqIP4G6CuHs/s320/diweg+028.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Here is Cole's.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298726254698459650" 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/AVvXsEid1_O5QRf9huRp5lLP2sqt9WYHWvngcKEbiujVwAuiRGeDWlmlEkMtfCH63MOFYVi-3OGOkeh6sdUESElyVXPJkwqMQaX_o5fmLHIH6-YONjuBwqByZdcq6Z5j6XlGjY3aewCAk1G0of0/s320/diweg+029.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> And Carter's (he is pretending to lick it)<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298726579722706258" 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/AVvXsEhdJY2-ZeWbdrZPV9wpaHU1eF3-ExIzTalpMDPxBzXRz8I0QOwnq1RYPK4ZPLLpQGRL-GXFZxVHlkJTASceQGqeEt8ka9N2DUMLVgTpLXbO92XJU7kalrcZi7d7QYMk09fX1YhdCBfIm8s/s320/diweg+033.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center"> Back Door<br /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298727031331487442" 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/AVvXsEgrfg5CrZ_90qQPxJyQw70Y5dwoABvB0r09pW68mIfKJqU8V1ZnHGbqivJNmZNQ2VOhnwMXBmi8EAMhdfmXqLz0E6D_FSkyW8vvNw_4GqywI5G8yivyI05yFjK1WWpzpkT_A4H4bXJnfI8/s320/diweg+034.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Front Door</p><br /><p align="center">This was a gingerbread house from a box. So the pieces were already made and candy included all we did was make the icing and decorate. So when the boys asked to eat it I wrinkled my nose. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298728069338383346" 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/AVvXsEg1lR95l7thZHiwgO-J_XA6kEB-x0iYpjPS-x-c5XnmvThhgN8WqFo37Bl8a9iCcuUVUpKeUrN0nmuSMwAtdWjZUZktP0qbPX-F1pPtfV7ZPccOF8VRRbpu8WfQnKev-2HOvB6sdE_1wBA/s320/diweg+038.jpg" border="0" />But boys being boys they couldn't leave it alone. This is the gingerbread house after a hammer had been used.</p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-24050710358305148172009-02-01T12:42:00.011-06:002010-07-13T13:11:11.242-05:002009 resolutionMy resolutions for 2008 (not a typo) were to become physically healthy, spiritually healthy, and financially healthy. Fast forward one year....I have gained a few pounds, am in the same financial situation and stopped going to adult Sunday School. So this year's resolution is to focus on my physical health.<br /><br />I joined a gym in Redfield and made a commitment for 18 months. I have set my goal to lose 40lbs by my 40th birthday.<br /><br />I have also set rewards/incentives for every 5lbs lost.<br /><br />I am entering everything I eat and how much I exercise on <a href="http://www.fitday.com/">http://www.fitday.com/</a> I can also record a journal and enter my moods each day. I know how much exercise can tie into improving mental health.<br /><br />I am also tanning--because tan fat just looks better...it also helps with SAD (Seasonal Affect Disorder)<br /><br />I would love to post a full length picture of me now but I'm just not brave enough. Maybe I'll be able to post the picture taken at my 40th birthday.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297917775659099186" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 175px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0_YKTdah1QQlIo-dk1N99D-A1wjSODPQp8ekfvQHxmLmyY3V44pioHhklSo0rEjty59AP75ZNBuFnLnmw7WXuBqDbEe8a8u1Hhj_OoBEAYoLs6LJtDwjQcqTeJyCFA_WQ5I-A4g5raw/s320/fatman.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><p></p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1060147045969709823.post-28389072007346784642009-01-31T17:17:00.005-06:002009-02-01T13:50:42.276-06:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"><strong>25 random things</strong></span></div><div><br /><br /><div>1. <em>This is my first blog</em>...and I'm nervous...why I don't know it's not like I'll flunk or get kicked off<br />2. <em>Favorite candy</em>: dark chocolate<br />3. <em>Favorite food</em> seafood pasta </div><div>4. I love lattes </div><div>5. Pumpkin spice and cinnamon are my favorite smells...pumpkin or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Chai</span> lattes are 'the bomb'</div><div>6. I have lived in Michigan, Minnesota, New York, Alabama, Germany & South Dakota...summer jobs account for most of the places </div><div>7. I love bubble baths and white wine </div><div>8. I have three fabulous sons...Taylor, Cole, and Carter<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297606830138994818" 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/AVvXsEhsXZd75azZaar6iXqWuwG8isP6YeByi_d8uAiVi9jkA_0PFHDhSESPRqRP7ouvyQNxZzuCoqEa-tBVwsjvys-EcgmiMRjMP-seJ8h7MByCxMQh9alDYyCckbggKtTbZdkGKu8aBS5Lpn0/s320/3+sons.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>This is one of my favorite pictures taken Labor Day 2007 </div><div>9. I once owned a hedgehog (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kirby</span>) and would like to do so again </div><div>10. I will get another tattoo on my 40<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">th</span> birthday. I hope my sister Shari will design it for me </div><div>11. Lyle and My song is "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Valentine</span>" by Martina McBride...married 2/14/98</div><div>12. I like spring flowers--lilacs, tulips, daisies</div><div>13. I like Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives and Ace of Cakes </div><div>14. I love to read...I go through streaks--right now I'm stuck on books by Nora Roberts</div><div>15. I like to scrapbook--paper addict </div><div>16. I hate the cold...summer is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">soo</span> much better</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297609805588678978" 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/AVvXsEhzvZWzhteJLjqheggh-6Z4gAsbYYskp4O7nbN9Ib-SIjTfNtk6Abz73t29mWL2MtpFoBZxocROLpzdFio11-AmHmFt0Tq9L1IgaCrJNqV3cfkLNf4rIi_WhyeFjsOHAl7AX1nEoMKTuig/s320/cole+h20.JPG" border="0" /> Taken this summer when the boys went on vacation with Glen and mom<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKCkoU9dj_cgTdjOdnHkXVFG_D5iwA4L3in0dDJ9O1Gj_WBomHiGywbEL0Sb-tkY_DmO5GUIgbOV_nO8PWpc8SE7ITeCXKFCuJn8mwXpmFobmkOAr3jYyG8Z20P8E_fThREV3LqDC66o/s1600-h/carter+h20.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297609402149281202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXKCkoU9dj_cgTdjOdnHkXVFG_D5iwA4L3in0dDJ9O1Gj_WBomHiGywbEL0Sb-tkY_DmO5GUIgbOV_nO8PWpc8SE7ITeCXKFCuJn8mwXpmFobmkOAr3jYyG8Z20P8E_fThREV3LqDC66o/s320/carter+h20.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>17. Both my parents are down south...Dad in AZ and mom in TX</div><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div>18. I think peppermint is the only flavor candy canes should come in </div><div>19.I like to wear bracelets, necklaces come in second place and earrings just <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">irritate</span> me </div><div>20. I am horrible at math--spelling too but there is always spell check </div><div>21. I make awesome biscuits and gravy...it is my signature dish </div><div>22. I like to spend my birthday alone...this will be my 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">th</span> year. I pack up my camper.</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297610162159662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik8d1B_fqqv620PW_VwoYzonDpN4SPABRa2od7MMSxnR0PivlSL8Bl-gaAG-qe8L6DkNZ0lN_nkdH29WhxNs8Q60LB15jag1grKKHCVW0BbbYfQMM1S6Su2TEc4m8DBy1kKYmGbwoOnhY/s320/camper.JPG" border="0" /><br />Find my favorite spot at Fisher's Grove # 3. I've tried others but this has a wonderful view and is close to the bathroom. If you look close in this picture the white in the middle of the trees is actually my camper.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297610537521043282" 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/AVvXsEjTIAh_D-62D7fVtUshyphenhyphenZp8XygpUmsqKcHVGT9J_kT0df1vED2jwGm_D5Gmozxh7zqAIu33Yv3nQt231ZFzcXx-nWwTm__AD6Me0juesZWunxq34ZPCUi9q-fxcDh9x7aKtj5lXqeYM9Kk/s320/from+bridge.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297610755535537570" 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/AVvXsEjMmscZlhdnzKdAjgLXmH830HiHBrnkipgEAAx8F5Bst2jKuMq1hBUcH2pGzq4E-zwJn_oA9irGhaapRDmjnbbrApRlsxn27Uf4WfPytfiWfwmgIPQiC2QtHXprCqtIbbcm4gcMxswLURc/s320/otherside.JPG" border="0" /> I spend the weekend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">scrapbooking</span>, enjoying nature, & listening to music. Our dog Lady has stayed out with me for two years... Friday evening I usually have some gal pals out we have a bonfire and talk into all hours of the morning.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297611071636351202" 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/AVvXsEgs7dhUzdrW5EPpd98q5yynupRMZQGOtCVHGl7g6FR8YdXwvnKqWVmRYj-AADyN26X4bZxNp3BgjlUkUoIVo8abIO0pdjrEz1_V7xPD-OG-BEIL-240VYgDRPlCHok0x0dEnfns_pl1dNA/s320/scrapbook.JPG" border="0" /> The inside of the camper...notice all my scrapbook toys<br /><div>23. I teach our junior high youth group at church...this is my second year and I'm really enjoying it </div><div>24. I like flannel sheets and my heated mattress pad...see # 16 </div><div>25. I have an awesome extended family.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297613476816090914" 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/AVvXsEhKDV1VegbWrFE_D4BVPqMOqo1wnCWTn8J0XUxjbqPzWYmOniY-vkFZgSNCPmd0mnUZ2Hm7n8ny3YsAxGIuBLj7lIX9wfMs2-jobHGG5zxr_ZlzPFMHa81DQNQnQ6R4v3slkfSuuZ_-fj4/s320/family+iowa.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>This picture was taken this summer when we were all in Iowa at my aunts. <span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;">From left to right (back) Cole, Dianne, Mike--my dad, Jackie--sister-in-law (front) Carter, Lyle, Kiley--niece, Duane--brother and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sturgis</span>--nephew.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;">My boys are crabby in the picture because they just had a fight rolling around in the front yard...not unusual for my boys</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297617803389477602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZSZqVXAmmEYqB6gnN9B5KAQXFaYnkvmcro0dXS8FukoQrk7IlzKO9nqyKXrzdSzuubnuzyKtCPK_Fc2ifQsqyJcNWY1RpbfeuL5A4vVAJ9br775XavlNJXzdpvfnLjoGRy_ABR1Z3P3c/s320/s&k.JPG" border="0" /><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Sturgis</span> and Kiley @ <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">halloween</span>. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Sturgis</span> was Indiana Jones and Kiley just plain <em>CUTE<br /></em><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297618275946504882" 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/AVvXsEg0hs-x_Sx4apM69Vr0JL6SxTUqBaGg7CSHrI6vLPwgiYpaLBR6aqGMxyJy1XDuJLlDApAqWFO9GdLt3lW5AGTwfQde4DpSI4ofvew8LmIs-4V3DSN1Pu_4umhkwCfCeKwx2G22rDTfhrA/s320/wegner_3_1.jpg" border="0" /></p><br /><br /><p>These are the children of Lyle's siblings. Harrison <span style="font-size:85%;"><em>(Wayne and Angie's oldest)</em></span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Madisyn</span> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Lori & Albert's youngest)</span></em> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">Aidan</span> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(wearing the hat--Wayne and Angie's youngest)</span></em> McKenzie <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Lori & Albert's oldest)</span></em> & Kate <em><span style="font-size:85%;">(Wayne and Angie's middle child)</span></em></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">My sister Lynette has two children Remington and Margaret</span></p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">My sister Shari has three children Ryan, Chris and Emily</span></p><p><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></p>Diannewhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05935514062701559376noreply@blogger.com0