tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91015694264550064402024-03-14T03:12:26.433-06:00MOMENTS OF MADNESS WITH DIANAJOIN ME FOR TIDBITS OF COMPLETELY RANDOM & CRAZY THOUGHTS AS I MAKE MY WAY THROUGH EACH DAY!Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.comBlogger174125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-29686454640587073502012-07-13T18:55:00.001-06:002012-07-13T18:55:58.365-06:00Sweetbriar Bridal Bouquets<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-57287964155827038472010-06-13T18:15:00.006-06:002010-06-13T18:58:33.220-06:00Business Travel Just Isn't All It's Cracked Up To BeTravel can seem like fun even when working until you arrive at work to this latest travel policy:<br /><br /><br />A tight travel budget<br />All workers please be advised of the following changes to the travel policy.<br /><br /><span style="color:#33cc00;">Memorandum<br /><br />To: All Employees<br />From: Headquarters<br />Subject: Business Travel Policy Guidelines<br />Date: June 12,2010<br /><br />Due to fiscal constraints, the following corporate policies are announced regarding employees on travel for official business. The purpose of these policies is to save money, thereby decreasing overhead.<br /><br />Transportation<br /><br />If commercial transportation must be utilized, the lowest cost tickets will be purchased. Airline tickets will only be authorized for purchase in extreme circumstances and, the lowest fares will be used. If, for example, a meeting with a customer is scheduled in Seattle, but a lower fare can be obtained by traveling to Detroit, then travel to Detroit will be substituted for travel to Seattle. Bus transportation will be utilized whenever possible.<br /><br />Hitchhiking in lieu of commercial transport is strictly encouraged. Luminescent safety vests will be issued to all employees prior to their departure on company business trips.<br /><br />Lodging<br /><br />All employees are encouraged to stay with relatives or friends while on company business. If this is not possible, then cost effective alternatives should be exploited.<br /><br />Public areas such as parks and parking lots can be used during periods of good weather. In inclement weather, bridges may provide temporary shelter.<br /><br />Meals<br /><br />Expenditures for meals will be limited to the absolute minimum. It should be noted that grocery chains, such as "Sam's Club" and "Albertson's" stores often provide free samples of promotional items. Entire meals can often be obtained in this manner.<br /><br />Travelers should also become familiar with, and exploit the use of, indigenous roots, berries, and other protein sources available at their destination. If restaurants must be utilized, travellers should seek establishments offering "all you can eat" salad bars. This will be especially valuable to employees travelling together, as a single plate can be used to feed one clever group.<br /><br />Employees are also encouraged to bring their own food while on company business. Cans of tuna fish, Spam and Beef-a-roni can be conveniently consumed at your leisure, without the unnecessary bother of heating or other costly preparation.<br /><br />Entertainment<br /><br />Entertainment while on travel is discouraged. If such extravagances are required for business reasons, the customer should be encouraged to "pick up the tab". Such actions will save the company money and also convince the customer that we are concerned about "spending his money on providing a good product for him", not on useless overhead frivolities which can drive up our prices.<br /><br />Hospitality provided to our customers at our facility shall be tasteful, yet cost-effective. In lieu of frivolous dinners, a picnic bench will be placed in the parking lot complete with garden hose for liquid refreshments.<br /><br />Miscellaneous<br /><br />All employees are encouraged to employ innovative techniques in our common effort to save corporate dollars. One enterprising individual has already suggested that money could be raised during airport "layover" periods which could be used to defray travel costs. In support of this idea, "Red Caps" will be issued to all employees prior to departure so that they may earn tips for helping other travellers with their luggage during such periods. Small plastic roses will also be made available to employees so that sales may be made as time permits.<br />_____________________________________________</span><br /><br />Actually I am glad my company isn't so tight and they even freaked a bit when I stayed in a La Quinta in the San Diego area next to a Gentleman's Club. How was I supposed to know it was there? I could have been saving them some money.....and making them some too! :)<br /><br />It seems that I am traveling as much as three times a month now so I will keep you posted on my adventures in travel. Heaven knows that something funny, hateful or crazy happens each trip!<br /><br />P.S. I may try the red cap trick or silk rose sales for spending money;)Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-63223352985721635132010-04-28T18:49:00.002-06:002010-04-28T18:57:49.523-06:00A First Grade Quiz For You!My son Ty was having a most creative night in writing short stories. See if you can <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">decipher</span> what they say. <br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S9jX-1ng8QI/AAAAAAAABNg/gB7HLmIokDQ/s1600/tysilly3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465355622358774018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S9jX-1ng8QI/AAAAAAAABNg/gB7HLmIokDQ/s400/tysilly3.jpg" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465355611303756706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S9jX-Mbyw6I/AAAAAAAABNQ/auQxoVDtJ6I/s400/tysilly.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465355630550630786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S9jX_UImwYI/AAAAAAAABNo/ycEWZhJPcY4/s400/tysilly2.jpg" /> <div>(if you can't tell that part of the above includes the word <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">McDonalds</span>, you need to get out more;) Funny that the child can spell that right?<br /><div> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465355617969831154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S9jX-lRG_PI/AAAAAAAABNY/rUbZd-ElSrQ/s400/tysilly1.jpg" /><br />What is the prize if you win? You get a virtual high five!.....and the title "I am on the level of a first grader";) Good Luck!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-47964777279001360652010-02-26T21:39:00.002-07:002010-02-26T21:53:18.002-07:00Life!.......sighDo you ever feel like the world is crashing down on you? It's been one of those weeks!.... I am glad it's almost over..... at least I HOPE!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iivVbqMtI/AAAAAAAABNI/y-JS5ckpu7I/s1600-h/prozac.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779083767952082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iivVbqMtI/AAAAAAAABNI/y-JS5ckpu7I/s400/prozac.jpg" /></a><br /><div>It's a mixture of stresses actually. First there are the "What ifs" at work.... and at home.</div><div> </div><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iivOyVXBI/AAAAAAAABNA/PoiNJPTuf2g/s1600-h/stressed.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779081984007186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iivOyVXBI/AAAAAAAABNA/PoiNJPTuf2g/s400/stressed.jpg" /></a> And there are the mounting piles of tax documents to sort through and prepare.<br />...<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iiuVmJKuI/AAAAAAAABM4/DrMcbKBKw_s/s1600-h/taxes.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779066632055522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iiuVmJKuI/AAAAAAAABM4/DrMcbKBKw_s/s400/taxes.jpg" /></a> And finally there are those kids. Kinda wishing I hadn't cut the duct tape. They are safer when they are secured to the wall. And to think I have four!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iiuJrnCAI/AAAAAAAABMw/jrHTi9IEJEM/s1600-h/funny-kid.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779063433758722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iiuJrnCAI/AAAAAAAABMw/jrHTi9IEJEM/s400/funny-kid.jpg" /></a><br />I may need a little shopping a lot of chocolate and some In-N-Out therapy to get me somewhat out of this funk.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iitqwUGsI/AAAAAAAABMo/f8s714q4cKs/s1600-h/innout.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779055131990722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S4iitqwUGsI/AAAAAAAABMo/f8s714q4cKs/s400/innout.jpg" /></a>"But doctor... I don't know why I am over weight?"<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-3391389702928816222010-02-03T20:27:00.006-07:002010-02-03T21:10:12.237-07:00I Think He's Got A Future!<div></div><div></div><div><br /><div>So after reviewing the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">latest</span> pics of my absolutely adorable (looks like his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">glamma</span>;) grandson <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ryker</span>, I think he may have a future in football! Hurray!! Check out the evidence. </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434232817421358146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S2pF9KUrlEI/AAAAAAAABMg/ZiDYo4B1wnc/s400/059.JPG" /> <div><div></div><div>Helmet anyone? The babe is really comfortable in it and it's a must to be worn around the house;) See! He loves it!!</div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434231230586379570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S2pEgy5vXTI/AAAAAAAABMY/faSPazJLyC4/s400/055.JPG" />Check out the football player neck......what? You don't see a neck? Precisely my point!! </div><div><br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 386px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434231221725766514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S2pEgR5NI3I/AAAAAAAABMQ/MDubzn8YMvU/s400/054.JPG" /> <div>He will eat anything in his path......I think he will make a great linebacker.<br /><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434231216254197906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S2pEf9groJI/AAAAAAAABMI/uRgUlqMJMFw/s400/057.JPG" />Like I said, he loves food....Cheetos can sure mess up a white shirt. Oh well! I'm the grandma! I make him happy with food, dirty him up, and send him home;) Love this grandma deal!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434231210912369890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S2pEfpnFzOI/AAAAAAAABMA/iaOoNzxc3hw/s400/046.JPG" />He has the pose down. We will only let him play with footballs at our house. No trucks, no rattles. You know, we don't want to distract his concentration on the sport yet....ever;)<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434229002414411762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S2pCfGUJT_I/AAAAAAAABLw/ABwaCPPMt0w/s400/026.JPG" /> </div><div>Oh we put the helmet on Steve too. Not because we are trying to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">persuade</span> him to be a football player.....It's because he's getting old and manages to pass out and fall a lot, bumping his cranium. Ouch! Poor old grandpa Steve:(<br /><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-61152226534104843982010-01-10T18:33:00.002-07:002010-01-10T19:13:37.235-07:00Ten shots to kick of 2010<span style="font-size:130%;">We decided to kick of the New Year with some sledding</span>! What is more fun than bruising your entire body, freezing your toes off and wetting yourself all at once? I say absolutely NOTHING! Fortunately, it was a nice day and hadn't snowed for many days prior so we didn't get too cold or wet! Unfortunately, it hadn't snowed for many days and everyone and their dog had previously used this hill to sled and so it was a bumpy ice sheet! (It still pains me to sit;)<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDaTdbsGI/AAAAAAAABLA/-gLvvwcyurY/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293189044744290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDaTdbsGI/AAAAAAAABLA/-gLvvwcyurY/s400/003.JPG" /></a> Above is Alex and he was going to show us how to do this with great style and ease.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDZ4fo1TI/AAAAAAAABK4/S_QvV4EHC7I/s1600-h/015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293181806236978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDZ4fo1TI/AAAAAAAABK4/S_QvV4EHC7I/s400/015.JPG" /></a> Here is he re-enacting his wreck. Luckily he skidded to a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">halt</span> half in his sled! It sure made dragging his injured carcass behind the truck and back home much easier;) OH seriously! Do you think I would really do that? <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">hehehe</span></div><div><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDZW2d3qI/AAAAAAAABKw/3GZ_3q1dapg/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293172775181986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDZW2d3qI/AAAAAAAABKw/3GZ_3q1dapg/s400/017.JPG" /></a> Ty giving his "before the hill" shot above. He wasn't sure what to think of sledding and has always been such a whiner in the past.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDYls-Z5I/AAAAAAAABKo/g1oIq6Pw3Ik/s1600-h/013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293159582033810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDYls-Z5I/AAAAAAAABKo/g1oIq6Pw3Ik/s400/013.JPG" /></a> He absolutely loved it! Above he hit a jump and left his sled but managed to keep a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">hold</span> on it the whole time. We had to bribe the boy to get him to leave that place! We were all tired and injured and he was just having the time of his life!!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDYdfET_I/AAAAAAAABKg/-pG13IZm6to/s1600-h/008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425293157376217074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qDYdfET_I/AAAAAAAABKg/-pG13IZm6to/s400/008.JPG" /></a> Steve got a little off course and we were sure glad he had his legs together! Swing sets can be really dangerous EVEN when you are not on them!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC3FFJspI/AAAAAAAABKY/Ulmcx56Hqns/s1600-h/018.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292583889384082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC3FFJspI/AAAAAAAABKY/Ulmcx56Hqns/s400/018.JPG" /></a> No I didn't do my hair for the event....why do you ask? And YES my New Year's resolution is to lose weight...don't ask! (I have dropped 9.5 so far and only have a million more to go;)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC2u7a6JI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Cg9hcSFOp5s/s1600-h/031.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292577942988946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC2u7a6JI/AAAAAAAABKQ/Cg9hcSFOp5s/s400/031.JPG" /></a> The three amigos didn't think it was suicidal enough to go alone. Why not have other bodies to thrash against?? I don't think it was many more trips after this that Steve and Alex went down together, went off a snow jump and both hurt their backs....game over!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC2d6ChnI/AAAAAAAABKI/op_3xFlMM9Q/s1600-h/036.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292573373793906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC2d6ChnI/AAAAAAAABKI/op_3xFlMM9Q/s400/036.JPG" /></a> Steve was bound and determined to try it in every position and fortunately he didn't break a bone!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC18Gyg8I/AAAAAAAABKA/16SWQhXcdDA/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292564300465090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC18Gyg8I/AAAAAAAABKA/16SWQhXcdDA/s400/037.JPG" /></a> He did crash and burn too many times to count though!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC1eo6RyI/AAAAAAAABJ4/m7-ie5j3QFI/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425292556390516514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0qC1eo6RyI/AAAAAAAABJ4/m7-ie5j3QFI/s400/040.JPG" /></a> YES I did go down and MANY times! I just don't allow those pictures to be shown here.....or anywhere! That's the luxury of it being my blog! Hope you all kicked off the new year in great style!<br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-82904783404660461902010-01-05T17:40:00.006-07:002010-01-05T18:45:53.514-07:00Don't Blow An Ovary (And other mishaps you might experience having realized I finally posted)Yup! It's true! It's really me!!.....Me, Diana! Holy cow you have a short memory! Lucky for you I have included a picture of myself JUST in case you also forgot what I look like. And if you don't remember me looking like that picture, it may just be because I got a REALLY short haircut. I have to be sassy you know....I'm getting old. Plus an HR Manager should look sassy right?....or was that Bi*#%y? I digress.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlruZMCZI/AAAAAAAABJw/qSuuA53l8TY/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430915635022226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlruZMCZI/AAAAAAAABJw/qSuuA53l8TY/s400/011.JPG" /></a> Christmas Eve is always a good time at my parent's house. We have the traditional smoked turkey, clam chowder and all sorts of yummy fattening goods! Once we are good and stuffed, the kids open a present of pajamas and are required to do a fashion show for all to see. Keisha was a loser and wouldn't do the catwalk but dang she is sporting those Hello Kitty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammies</span> with great fashion.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlrTO5tPI/AAAAAAAABJo/k7RHD4726Ws/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430908344120562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlrTO5tPI/AAAAAAAABJo/k7RHD4726Ws/s400/004.JPG" /></a> Back at my house, we were joined by my son and his wife and of course my adorable grandson. He looks just like his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">glamma</span> don't you think? OK, so at least we have the chubby cheeks in common. I'll take what I can get! Wouldn't he make one cute elf?<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlN1L-L2I/AAAAAAAABJg/ttNUuPD0zIw/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430402062561122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlN1L-L2I/AAAAAAAABJg/ttNUuPD0zIw/s400/017.JPG" /></a><br />Sarah, Ty and Jake posing for a picture while Jake and Sarah open their <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">PJs</span>. And NO I didn't force them to do that catwalk in theirs. Check out <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beaux</span> assisting Jake with his gift. I have never <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">re-wrapped</span> so many gifts in my life. He managed to unwrap about 9 presents to punish us while we were away. Crazy dog!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlNmff8uI/AAAAAAAABJY/ULHBAmIK5fU/s1600-h/020.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430398117933794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlNmff8uI/AAAAAAAABJY/ULHBAmIK5fU/s400/020.JPG" /></a><br />Christmas morning is always a treat since the kids rise at 5:30....yawn! It's tradition that I take a picture of them by their gifts before they can open them. They sure love that tradition! And they always look so darn excited for the shot too! The other tradition is that NOBODY can take a picture of mom on Christmas morning. Nope! Not having it! I don't want that stuff being passed around or worse yet, splashed all over the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">internets</span>;)<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlNM_DQQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/tD7YDXloeLc/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430391270949122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlNM_DQQI/AAAAAAAABJQ/tD7YDXloeLc/s400/023.JPG" /></a><br />Ty seems pretty enthused with his orange. Silly Santa actually wasted money and bought gifts! Duh! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beaux</span> is licking his lips at the looks of that orange.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlMigwk0I/AAAAAAAABJI/Wdxiu4ICTjo/s1600-h/024.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430379869606722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlMigwk0I/AAAAAAAABJI/Wdxiu4ICTjo/s400/024.JPG" /></a><br />Alex makes a really lame Vanna. Just saying. I do have to give him an A for effort as he is more animated than all my other kids put together at Christmas.<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlMX_8H_I/AAAAAAAABJA/cRCXo7gxzqw/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423430377047597042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/S0PlMX_8H_I/AAAAAAAABJA/cRCXo7gxzqw/s400/025.JPG" /></a><br />That concludes our Christmas Eve and Christmas photo extravaganza. I took more but I am just plain pooped out! This working hard is kicking my butt! I seem to want to veg when I get home after a crazy day of whining employees;) No seriously, they are great (for the most part) and life is good....and going...super fast like! I hope that you all had a wonderful holiday season. </div><div> </div><div>STAY TUNED BECAUSE I SERIOUSLY AM GOING TO POST AGAIN SOON...I SWEAR IT! I have other adventures to share but..must..get...sleep....too...weak....too...tired. Get off my back! I know it's only 6:45 p.m. but bedtime has been known to accidentally happen at 7! I'm old..<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">GAH</span>! <br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-52906063337108693042009-10-30T20:01:00.004-06:002009-11-01T19:53:17.949-07:00Halloween HappeningsHalloween is really one of those holidays that I could skip over and not feel to bad about. Unfortunately, I have kids and you know how they feel about the holiday! Ty started early with his desire to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Optimus</span> Prime. The boy has me figured out. He starts nagging me a couple of months before a holiday and he usually gets his way. This time it was getting his costume about 5-6 weeks early. I swear the child had worn it out by the time Halloween arrived, since he put it on daily......This need for preparedness didn't run in the family.<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5DqTOcteI/AAAAAAAABH0/_I-dDR7zWpo/s1600-h/tytransformer.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327397258245602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5DqTOcteI/AAAAAAAABH0/_I-dDR7zWpo/s400/tytransformer.jpg" /></a><br />Here is Jake and Sarah (My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">DIL</span>). He was putting his costume together minutes before the ward trunk or treat. And it probably was a good thing! Going around the neighborhood in his Lady Gaga get up may have been a bit freaky! (Fortunately I didn't get a close up with my phone since he is sporting girls size 14-16 tight black stretch pants:) Sarah is a witch.... and she is dressed up like one too. KIDDING PEOPLE!! I really like her!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5DqSVK2kI/AAAAAAAABHs/NVahtHksJ_M/s1600-h/ladygaga%26witch.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327397017999938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5DqSVK2kI/AAAAAAAABHs/NVahtHksJ_M/s400/ladygaga%26witch.jpg" /></a> I wish I had taken pictures of all of the kids because they all were adorable! I couldn't help but snap a picture of darling Avery in her 50s costume and her adorable sister Claire! I didn't get a picture of Alex in his <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Spiderman</span> costume.....Sorry Al, I'm an unfit mother it's true;)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5DqMnOMLI/AAAAAAAABHk/n01p8ik6d8s/s1600-h/avery%26claire.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327395483103410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5DqMnOMLI/AAAAAAAABHk/n01p8ik6d8s/s400/avery%26claire.jpg" /></a> </div><div>And check out my cuter than ever grandson <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ryker</span>!! He's a Kangaroo if you can't tell. I had to take pictures with my phone camera because I swear EVERY time I go to use the camera, the batteries are mysteriously dead! I don't think it involves battery switching by the kids for their toys. They would never do that!....NOT! Check out the baby Joey in his pouch! </div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398578699861064402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuuauYE1etI/AAAAAAAABHc/42Czsw_jw3I/s400/rykerkangaroo.jpg" />Then some people had on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">SCARY</span> masks!! They frightened all the kids!</div><div> </div><div></div><div>wait for it</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>wait for it</div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div>wait for it!! </div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK</span>!!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Scary isn't it</span>!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div></div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399327408879413746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Su5Dq-hJqfI/AAAAAAAABH8/mABmVyznEZY/s400/011.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-90162440549394736842009-10-22T20:00:00.003-06:002009-10-22T20:14:26.837-06:00I'm Moving Out.....And Up.<span style="font-size:130%;">Do you remember when I moved into my cubicle?</span> And do you remember that I completely loved it? Nope? Well good because I didn't! Do you remember that I said I would try to post more? You did? (darn). Well things are changing around here.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOx50xFSI/AAAAAAAABHU/E52qvwfYaTE/s1600-h/cubicle.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395610079065085218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOx50xFSI/AAAAAAAABHU/E52qvwfYaTE/s400/cubicle.jpg" /></a> I'm planning on leaving this behind. (I'm sure the paperwork mess will come along).<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOxiADfJI/AAAAAAAABHM/_fjAQzTsD6o/s1600-h/cubie.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395610072669977746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOxiADfJI/AAAAAAAABHM/_fjAQzTsD6o/s400/cubie.jpg" /></a><br />And moving into this! (YES it will look exactly like the president's office I'm sure of it:)</div><div><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOxuDXc7I/AAAAAAAABHE/ZPTUFCBVYkk/s1600-h/office.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395610075905094578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOxuDXc7I/AAAAAAAABHE/ZPTUFCBVYkk/s400/office.jpg" /></a> </div><div> </div><div>You see, I have been promoted to HR Manager. Exciting? Yes. Feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders? (OK not the WHOLE world but my corporate world...go with it!) YES. But I am looking forward to the journey.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOxCRAkiI/AAAAAAAABG8/3QRIB4v1Y4c/s1600-h/world.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395610064151155234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SuEOxCRAkiI/AAAAAAAABG8/3QRIB4v1Y4c/s400/world.png" /></a><br />Does that mean I have to be grumpy and no fun now? NOPE! I promise I will still try to update!! (fingers crossed behind my back......still:)<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-63633689387412532392009-10-05T20:28:00.006-06:002009-10-05T21:47:45.175-06:00A Little Home Improvement From Heaven<span style="font-size:130%;">So I've been thinking a lot about home improvement lately</span>. I guess it's because our house is over 9 years old and things aren't looking so new anymore...OK they are looking downright OLD but who notices!! (other than anyone who sets foot in the dive;) I've been checking out the local online classifieds to see if I could run across some great cheap finds (yeah I said cheap! Steve is recently employed after 4 months of no job but unfortunately his new job is part time). So it's no trip to Home Depot for me but instead to the classifieds to find good junk!<br /><br />Fortunately, I found a toilet....really cheap! Unfortunately, I don't need one but I did get a good chuckle out of this ad!<br /><br /><br />$30.00<br />CLEAN TOILET<br /><br />i have this toilet for sale is nice and clean i take from a remodel in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">parck</span> city from rich people no <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">scraches</span> is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ligt</span> cream color nice i have the zinc <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">whith</span> same color any <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">cuestions</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">callme</span> no emails please <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">se</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">habla</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">espanol</span><br /><br />Seller Contact Info : Jesus<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389309484003017906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SsqsbAKkxLI/AAAAAAAABGU/WapLaVkgflA/s400/toilet.jpg" /></p><p> </p><p></p><p>I had no idea the economy was so bad that Jesus is taking toilets from the rich and selling them to the poor....and claiming they are clean! What is this world (and heaven) coming to?</p><p>P.S. I didn't find anything to improve my home. If you would like more info. on the toilet just give me a jingle:)</p><p>P.S.S If you spell check your post and you have included some writings from Jesus, it will mostly come up yellow due to his lack of proper English and spelling.....I tried it.</p>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-24587924593007059842009-09-26T20:54:00.001-06:002009-09-26T20:55:33.042-06:00That We May Have Hope...<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UbsU3b2srQA&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-65766476085131340762009-09-23T19:10:00.008-06:002009-09-24T00:17:05.921-06:00So I Lied. . . And Other Important HappeningsYup it's true. I lied! What lie you ask? Well obviously YOU didn't read my previous post when I said I would post more. . . .I didn't. . . so I lied. . . . the end!<br /><br />OK, on to more important happenings!! I hear you are getting excited to see "NEW MOON". Well I don't know what you are waiting around for. I have it right here! Oh you had better believe it! I'm bringing it to you now because I love you. . . and NO I'm not lying this time!<br /><br /><br />Hang on<br /><br /><br /><br />I'm getting it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Your gonna love it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I love it<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I BRING YOU "NEW MOON". . . . AWE This is awesome!! So glad I showed you aren't you?<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384837597153668402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SrrJQ7eDLTI/AAAAAAAABGE/hHNpQEt50lQ/s400/baby+bum.jpg" /><br />Ummm, so I guess you are wondering about the REAL "New Moon"?? Well it's coming out soon! And guess what? We are throwing an AMAZING, OVER THE TOP, party!! Oh, this is no ordinary party! This is not only for YOUR enjoyment but proceeds will be going to help some really FABULOUS charities! You want the details? OK here it goes!!<br /><br /></p><p><br />I present....... NEW MOON!!<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384837603027652050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SrrJRRWhDdI/AAAAAAAABGM/41reyg3r9ys/s400/new-moon-posters-3.jpg" /></p><p></p><p><a href="http://coltons-angels.blogspot.com/"><strong>Colton's Angels </strong></a><strong>and </strong><a href="http://bortodeseret.org/"><strong>Borto Deseret Orphanage </strong></a><strong>are hosting a HUGE party for New Moon in November. It is going to be awesome!! </strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Date: We've booked 2 showings of the movie on the night of November 24th. </span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Place: New Cinemark (by University Mall)- Orem, UT.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Times: 7:00 p.m. and 9:30 p.m.</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">Cost: $ 30.00 per person</span></strong></p><p><strong><span style="color:#ff6600;">What's included: Your show ticket, Concessions, a Souvenir, a REALLY great time and an autograph from me;) ....I know you want one!..PLUS and most importantly a donation to <span style="font-size:130%;">2 really great causes</span>!</span></strong></p><p><span style="color:#cc9933;"><strong>Borto Deseret</strong> is an orphanage in Liberia, Africa . There they have many orphaned and abandoned kids they take in, educate and take care of. We are not able to send physical items over to them, because of the cost, but monetary donations go directly to food, clothing, medicines, and bedding for the children. My parent's became very involved with this orphanage during their mission to Liberia and we want to continue to provide for the needs of these children.</span></p><p><span style="color:#009900;"><strong>Colton's Angels</strong> Was started after the death of my nephew Colton at the young age of 15. We wanted an outlet to express our love, to build friendships and most of all be Angels for others in Colton's name. We have provided an annual scholarship for a graduating senior who wants to go into the auto mechanics program and plan to continue this as it was Colton's passion. We are also participating in the Festival of Trees this year. In addition to this, we are currently in the process of making comfort items for children and families who need to spend time in the hospital, blankets for fetal demise, and items for newborns in the NICU and nursery</span>.</p><p><strong>If you would like to reserve your tickets, please call us at Sweetbriar Cove: 801-423-1876, or email us at </strong><a href="mailto:coltonsangels@gmail.com"><strong>coltonsangels@gmail.com</strong></a><strong>.</strong></p><p>And hey! I am REALLY going to start blogging more. . . FOR REALS this time! Scout Honor (yeah I wasn't a Scout). But I'm gonna do it! (fingers still crossed behind back;)</p>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-56427311055125096872009-08-13T21:19:00.005-06:002009-08-13T22:03:38.795-06:00We interrupt this useless blog to bring you a post!<span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Seriously, I'm not kidding this time</span>! <strong>I really am going to post something! Oh yeah, I have great excuses for not blogging and also for not visiting blogs. It's true! So here it goes. </strong>. . I have been one busy woman! Alright, maybe I'm over <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exaggerating</span> but seriously, spending every day working in a cubicle on a computer can really wear a person out! Not to mention all the other happenings. I have pictures to prove it. Well kind of. . . I have a lot of pictures of me and my grand baby all on my phone from this Summer and that is about it. I'm so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">blogtarded</span> now I can't even figure out how to put my pictures in the order I want them in. Sorry! I may have to give this a bit more effort in the future huh??<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656952810933010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTajIYAixI/AAAAAAAABF0/Nv0ip11uGIQ/s400/ty.jpg" /><br />Ty wanted to have a Sunday suit like his big brother and dad and so I got him one. He feels like 20 bucks now. (which is what I got his suit for;)<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656936773219154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaiMoUc1I/AAAAAAAABFk/OMco2he8ZVk/s400/diana2.jpg" />Did I mention I spend a lot of time in a cubicle? It's true and so I get bored and take self pics. I know, that takes complete boredom;)<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656966778384994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaj8aG8mI/AAAAAAAABF8/IiVpoDUGev4/s400/diana.jpg" /> And then when we are in <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Las</span> Vegas and my hubby is in the shower behind me, I take a pic. I'm weird like that. Who needs the scenes of Vegas when you can take a nice portrait of a homely lady in front of a shower curtain? I say nobody!!<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaibnv0NI/AAAAAAAABFs/G7Mi-q-L7Tk/s1600-h/ryker.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656940797350098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaibnv0NI/AAAAAAAABFs/G7Mi-q-L7Tk/s400/ryker.jpg" /></a> Check out my most talented grandson <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ryker</span>. Those hands <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">were</span> placed in that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">position</span> by him. Seriously! And only a month old! I can see big things coming for this baby!! He's genius I tell you;P</div><div><div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaK1pkgLI/AAAAAAAABFc/O4Kic5JOVLM/s1600-h/diana1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656535467458738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaK1pkgLI/AAAAAAAABFc/O4Kic5JOVLM/s400/diana1.jpg" /></a>And then we went to Los Angeles to the Gift Show for our business. Here I am in another fab self pic in front of a shop in the alley in down town L.A. We love to shop there! </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaKULTN_I/AAAAAAAABFU/D80dfrkHFns/s1600-h/innout.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656526482126834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaKULTN_I/AAAAAAAABFU/D80dfrkHFns/s400/innout.jpg" /></a> Uncle Rich made sure to give us the 1-800 number to In-N-Out so that we could make sure to have some while in Cali. Well, the stars must have been in alignment this day because we walked out of the gift mart to find this beauty begging us to come and eat! And we did! Here are Angie and Mom posing for a pic to show Rich our great luck!!</div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaJvwZRWI/AAAAAAAABFM/OufzWzo9SBY/s1600-h/garmentdistrict.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656516705600866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaJvwZRWI/AAAAAAAABFM/OufzWzo9SBY/s400/garmentdistrict.jpg" /></a>Here is a pic of Alley shopping in L.A. If you have never been there, it is quite like a foreign country right here!! It's awesome! </div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaJCA94oI/AAAAAAAABFE/lPpYEtFkYAI/s1600-h/paintsample.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656504427078274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaJCA94oI/AAAAAAAABFE/lPpYEtFkYAI/s400/paintsample.jpg" /></a> And just a few weeks ago I had a wild hair moment (or a "Diana has flipped her lid....again" moment) and decided to paint my great room. It's a lot of space that leads down halls and down stairs and all sorts of crazy stuff. My unemployed husband began the task but was fired from doing the cutting in when he made a really big mess out of the entry way. He didn't like it when I asked him if he used a blindfold to paint. The color I picked was one of the golds above. I like it. . . or will like it when I finally finish:)<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 166px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369656500590864626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SoTaIzuV6PI/AAAAAAAABE8/WX5A_LIbZKM/s400/cubicle.jpg" />And here we are completing the tour back at Diana's office...er cubicle. This is a rare moment when I was typing my fingers off and decided to prop up the feet and look all cool. Unfortunately, it only lasted a second and the boss popped his head over the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">cubie</span> to find me scrambling to get my feet down and look like I was out of my head busy. I think it worked, they got me some help. . .NOT that kind of help! They got me HIRED help! (although I could use some therapy help;)<br /><div><br /><br /><strong>Hope you are all doing great and enjoying Summer (whatever that is:) and that you are not a loser like me and actually blog! Love you all!! And I will promise (fingers crossed behind back as she promises:) that I will blog more frequently! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!! OK, carry on and have a great day!!<br /></strong><br /><br /><div></div><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com49tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-9560046961946071782009-07-12T21:42:00.006-06:002009-07-12T22:17:41.045-06:00My Kids Went To The Hospital And All I Got Was This...<strong><span style="font-size:130%;">REALLY AWESOME PRESENT!!</span></strong> <strong>IT'S OFFICIAL! I'M A GLAMA!!</strong> (Glamour/Grandma...I somehow thing I am too young to be a grandma....don't burst my bubble;)<br /><br /><br />Ryker Von decided to make his appearance into the world about a month early! Fortunately he didn't wait too much longer since he weighed 6 lb. 15 oz. Everything and everyone is doing well!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787571331604242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SlqvaMs5HxI/AAAAAAAABEU/_eb4y2L7MGc/s400/014.JPG" border="0" />I was overjoyed to get to watch the birth of my very first grandchild! It was amazing and my daughter in-law did great! ( I had a bit of a headache and puffy cheeks after pushing with her for so long! Seriously, how can you not? For some reason I thought it would help;)</p><p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787576474572146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Slqvaf3ElXI/AAAAAAAABEc/NHKzVRjha2g/s400/rykernewborn.jpg" border="0" />Is he not just the cutest thing ever? (Yes I can be a biased Glama, but seriously he is the cutest!)<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787583453637970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Slqva53ArVI/AAAAAAAABEs/RhBzmi4tTVo/s400/ryker%26grandparents.jpg" border="0" />New grandparents and loving it already! (We actually fight over holding the baby;)<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787577516591746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SlqvajvgioI/AAAAAAAABEk/O8dq8E5HQqo/s400/rykerandme.jpg" border="0" />I think I may have already taken more pictures of my grandson than I did of my last born;)<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357787589282148434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SlqvbPkosFI/AAAAAAAABE0/E1dhCqhzHzs/s400/rykerpose.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>He got to spend a few days in lights due to Jaundice. People have asked us who he looks like. Well it seems that there is some resemblance between Ryker and his Grandpa. See the proof <a href="http://dianasdumbstuff.blogspot.com/2009/04/help-wanted.html">here!</a> And NO we didn't stage this pose. Ryker just naturally went to this and of course we couldn't resist a picture;)</p><p>Yup! This grandma thing is growing on me REALLY quickly!! I'm in love!!</p>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-36203719981151551072009-06-22T19:35:00.003-06:002009-06-22T20:11:28.901-06:00What Happens In Vegas....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAzVAwhIhI/AAAAAAAABEI/CK4y1ijqxUw/s1600-h/005.JPG"></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">We took a little trip to Vegas last week for business</span> (which turned out to be nothing related to business...that's a story for another day:) Don't let the sleeping vacationers fool you here. This picture is on the drive down.<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331143833118450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAx0_rh5vI/AAAAAAAABC4/a1esylObxj8/s400/001.JPG" border="0" /> Mom said she was making a conscious effort to keep her mouth closed while sleeping. She knows that an open mouth while sleeping is an invitation for Peanut M & Ms and stuff.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div>We reached Vegas and THEN the crazies came out!! It started as a harmless trip to the buffet for dinner.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331146969916610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAx1LXZpMI/AAAAAAAABDA/ucyKzq7u5Rs/s400/003.JPG" border="0" />Mom and Dad are enjoying crab legs, shrimp, chicken and other yummy stuff. Then it was time to go back for seconds. I joined Mom to load up another plate of goods and while I was away all heck broke loose!! Steve got control of my camera.</div></div><div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350332792463943154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAzU9Tv5fI/AAAAAAAABEA/SQ1IQ3qJyaI/s400/008.JPG" border="0" />Here he is doing his usual pose. When he dies, I am putting his hand this same way!<br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331151159962226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAx1a-YqnI/AAAAAAAABDI/3BhKCI92Wm4/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /> Enters Angie into the crime scene....I swear I have at least 30 pictures of the two of them together. It's a bit creepy really;)<br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331160282068290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAx189Q9UI/AAAAAAAABDQ/IZ3bfsQOk2o/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /> Then Ang took a self portrait because heaven knows I don't have enough of these either:)<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAx2N3fO8I/AAAAAAAABDY/t3JwvwByIH8/s1600-h/009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331164821240770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAx2N3fO8I/AAAAAAAABDY/t3JwvwByIH8/s400/009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Camera was then handed off to Dad for this beautiful self shot!!<br /><br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331722870374850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAyWswxQcI/AAAAAAAABDg/atbiUfvv37c/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /> Gary joined in the fun for an up the nose pic. I'm happy to say that he didn't have any boogers:)</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> And apparently at that point I returned to the table and the fun stopped!</div><div> </div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331725765426834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAyW3jAPpI/AAAAAAAABDo/O3YkSVJBZsg/s400/011.JPG" border="0" /> This is how we find Gary in a crowd. Day or night just look for the sunglasses on the back of his bald head.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331736642954354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAyXgEaJHI/AAAAAAAABD4/aGiixPA6BV0/s400/018.JPG" border="0" /> Our trip started and ended with a yummy trip to In N Out Burger. Trip complete!!</div><div><div> </div><div> </div><div> OH BUT WAIT!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350331732108603458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SkAyXPLVcEI/AAAAAAAABDw/1kYelAATtes/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /><p>I met my dream man Mr. Chip N Dale himself. His chest was nice and he was an alright kisser. I finally decided to leave him because he had a big head. hehehe!</p><p> Finally, I apologize!!</p><p>Blogging has fallen by the wayside lately with WAY to much work!! Along with that it's attempting to be Summer. We have had rain for about 2 weeks now so it's questionable as to what season we are really in. I hope you are enjoying your Summer!!!</p>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-64063661866193865752009-05-18T18:34:00.002-06:002009-05-18T18:48:13.860-06:00My Cubicle...It's True<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Today I began work in new surroundings</strong>.</span> Not only did my company move about 20 plus miles further from my home but I left a sweet office to join the rest in "Cubicle World". Me and my co-peons ( I mean workers-don't get me wrong I LOVE the company I work for) realized that we are in close enough proximity now to spit on each other while talking. PLUS there are no secrets to be had anymore. We can hear what goes on in each others mind!<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I arrived to find that my chair had been replaced</strong></span> by what I soon labeled "The Farter". Oh, I spent the better part of the day trying to get everyone else in spitting distance to take my word that is WAS the chair! I have yet to fart. . . . EVER! Anyway, they soon begin to take the bait when they realized there seriously wasn't an accompanying odor for all the noise. I think this may work in my favor. Who will know the difference??<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I'm not sure why but the C.O.O took pitty on me</strong></span> and put me at the top of the list for a new chair. Maybe the non-stop giggles were getting to him?<br /><br />Anyway, I found this video and thought it was so fitting for my first day in new digs. . . and hopefully not my last. Enjoy!<br /><br /><br /><object height="344" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSXDpOrf8zM&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nSXDpOrf8zM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-59000696822683950182009-05-11T22:12:00.004-06:002009-05-11T22:24:18.997-06:00Only A Mother's Love<div>I have heard it said many times that ugly couples have beautiful children and beautiful couples have ugly children. I think it may be true because I have <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">always</span> thought my kids were quite adorable!. . . . .Except then I saw this!</div><div></div><div></div><br /><div>I give you exhibit A: </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334786146659418514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Sgj3vEhPQZI/AAAAAAAABCw/ZeEKgExzQnc/s400/019.JPG" border="0" />Isn't that the cutest face you've seen? It's Ty-Ty and he's mommas little piggy:)<br /><div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-45779603742705156492009-04-27T21:36:00.003-06:002009-04-27T22:01:47.142-06:00Help Wanted<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Are you looking for one unemployed</strong></span>, goatee sporting, glasses wearing, constant posing man? He's not really very helpful around the house but he can whip up a mean meal of bacon, eggs & hash browns. He can be kind of clumsy but <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>hey it's funny</strong></span>! He's not really tidy but he can make a pyramid with empty pop cans like nobodies business! He's not one to say much but. . . he's not one to say much. <strong>SCORE!!</strong><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7pYc3RvI/AAAAAAAABCo/wLEAul9ozV8/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329583159907927794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7pYc3RvI/AAAAAAAABCo/wLEAul9ozV8/s400/010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7YII4fXI/AAAAAAAABCg/iwVRUIRKwOs/s1600-h/004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582863471377778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7YII4fXI/AAAAAAAABCg/iwVRUIRKwOs/s400/004.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7X2PZRbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/t1Y8DOOKkpI/s1600-h/025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582858666853810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7X2PZRbI/AAAAAAAABCQ/t1Y8DOOKkpI/s400/025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7XcNN4BI/AAAAAAAABCA/Us-LTpx_-HY/s1600-h/027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329582851678396434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SfZ7XcNN4BI/AAAAAAAABCA/Us-LTpx_-HY/s400/027.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>I am a bit(LOT) more <span style="font-size:180%;">freaked</span> out at the idea of him being unemployed, but his reaction? He took me out to dinner and proceeded to run down his list of things he is going to <span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>enjoy</strong></span> doing <strong>BEFORE </strong>getting serious about looking for another job. And he was all giddy!................................. I just have to say </div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>"</strong> </span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Whatever dream boy!"</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></strong><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-9720346422754573672009-04-20T22:14:00.006-06:002009-04-20T22:45:43.291-06:00Sock it to me baby!<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>What started out as a crappy, snowy week</strong></span> ended up as anything BUT crappy! Yes we did get our crazy post Easter snowstorm and YES I was really bugged. (Really that's an understatement and I was pondering a move to Arizona:) But the mailman showed up with a package just for me!! What in the world? Surely I would remember if I had made an online purchase wouldn't I? I quickly grabbed the box and to my sweet surprise it was from my dear blog friend <strong>Alice!!</strong> You must remember <a href="http://elegantthimble.blogspot.com/"><strong>Alice</strong></a> and my "<a href="http://dianasdumbstuff.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-got-hot-sox-and-i-cannot-lie-you.html"><strong>Hot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Sox</span>" post??</strong> </a>I'm telling you that she is the queen of HOT <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">SOX</span>! I proudly wear my hot <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sox</span> to work or to play or around the house....all of them. NOT at once of course but they all get equal wear!<br />I tore open the box to find this.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326996100761117762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Se1KuuHB5EI/AAAAAAAABBg/6AqzEnz7qFA/s400/001.JPG" border="0" />What could it be???<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326996102692656658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Se1Ku1Ti1hI/AAAAAAAABBo/UHuOSXqCeBA/s400/003.JPG" border="0" />HOLY HOT <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">SOX</span>! Check out these babies!! Little did Alice know that in Utah we were pondering having another Christmas with the Season being as such! THEY ARE PERFECT!! I made a few laps around the house sporting these fabulous finds and I jingled all the way! NO kidding!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>And that's not all she sent! I was just as surprised and delighted to score some adorable penguin, striped, fancy socks! and YES they are toe socks! Seriously Alice you outdid yourself! And I would bet that you NEVER in a million years thought of wearing them with hot pink and white striped <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">PJs</span> did you? I know! I'm starting one sexy <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">soxy</span> trend here! Don't be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">haten</span>'!</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326996112620997842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/Se1KvaSpTNI/AAAAAAAABB4/bJ3V_6w7WYM/s400/007.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>I'm not sure if I can top these amazing <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">sox</span> Alice but I will be sending some finds your way!! And although this was the high light of my week, I did have a few other things going on. </p><p>I got a hair cut and color (pictures to come later when I've lost 40 pounds....in other words NEVER) OK, I will show you if you beg enough!</p><p>I got word that my job is moving a bit farther North. Still in driving distance but POO I hate to drive and even worse, stupid traffic. My hubby has 6 days until he finds out if his job has been cut. OH the fun never ends does it??</p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">And I turned a year older.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"> That is about all for me week! How was yours? I am sure it can't top my sweet <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">sox</span> but go ahead and pretend!</span></p><p>The end</p>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-52738129594799590932009-04-11T19:58:00.001-06:002009-04-11T22:31:54.607-06:00With Humble Gratitude We Celebrate<object height="340" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpFhS0dAduc&hl=en&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EpFhS0dAduc&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-73611699755434552522009-04-06T20:23:00.004-06:002009-04-06T21:25:48.803-06:0012 Hour Ride For 8 Seconds of Bliss!<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>I'll bet you will never guess what I did this past weekend</strong></span>. . .go for it. Give er a guess! Nope, I didn't stay at work. Nope, I didn't work on taxes that are due in exactly 9 days, 3 hours and 8 minutes. And nope I didn't sit indoors and cry over falling snow. The title should be a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">giveaway</span> to my weekend adventures. (And get your mind out of the gutter:) <div><div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ya'll</span> er gonna be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">haten</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">cuz</span> I pert near found me a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">bull rider</span> to take home! OK not really but how was I going to use my "Cowboy" talk if I didn't throw in a "pert near". You give up? We (me and hubby Steve (aka Tex....his cowboy alias) and Mom and Dad went to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Nampa</span>, Idaho for some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">PBR</span> fun!! And I tell you it was fun! Don't believe me? Here's some proof.</div><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779174579550546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdrB9pniuVI/AAAAAAAABBQ/OivbvSwy6nY/s400/pbr2.jpg" border="0" /><br /><strong>What is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">PBR</span> you ask?</strong> It's "Pyromaniac <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Burna</span>-Rama" (or Professional Bull Riders, depending on what part of the show you are talking about).<br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779169696229234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdrB9XbRJ3I/AAAAAAAABBI/pSeXFC6Y-08/s400/pbr.jpg" border="0" /><br />There is nothing I hate more than standing for a picture with a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">bullrider</span>. OK, maybe there are a MILLION things I hate more but go with it for now. You know why I hate it? Well just take a look above! There is my cute (small) Mom and then there is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">itsy</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">bitsy</span> Casey Hayes (seriously most cowboys are 5 ft nothing and lucky to hit triple digits on the scale). Then there is the AMAZON Di and I look like I could eat them both!! (plus I have bad hair and a wrinkled face). The part I did like was grabbing a wad of his wranglers when they snapped the pic. Casey normally doesn't open his eyes that wide! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">haha</span>! I'm KIDDING people!<br /><div></div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779168536909746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdrB9TG3V7I/AAAAAAAABBA/6qOtjKxHTM8/s400/pbr1.jpg" border="0" />Dad and Steve (Tex)really didn't want a picture with the cowboy so they shoved him out of the picture and pulled in the prop girl (AKA Trixie Lu). I seriously think she is goosing Dad though. He is enjoying it way too much!<br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321779175571067986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdrB9tT8FFI/AAAAAAAABBY/xVnKPq8IJrc/s400/nampa.jpg" border="0" />But the best part of the event (2 day) was watching the bulls. They are HOT!! </div><div> </div><div>You want to see something else hot? Try checking out Ty Murray (from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">PBR</span>) on Dancing With The Stars. <br /><br /><div>OK I will return to working on taxes that are NOW due in 9 days, 2 hours and 4o minutes....Yawner!</div></div></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-9269693477107603192009-03-29T20:11:00.004-06:002009-03-29T21:30:41.302-06:00My Man Has No Pride<span style="font-size:130%;">Alternate Title: Tape fixes EVERYTHING!!</span> <div><div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><br /><div>You may remember my hubs and his attempt to fix the crotch rip in his pants by using Duct tape? Well that was not really the beginning of his creative ways to avoid using a sewing machine to repair his clothing. When we first were married (a mere few years ago:) I was a bit horrified to discover his method for hemming pants and NO there was not a stitch of thread involved. All he used was a sturdy stapler full of staples and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Tah</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dah</span>! At that very moment I wanted to head for the door and start running....but somehow his craziness makes me giggle.</div><div></div><br /><div>The hubs is also REALLY cheap when it comes to clothing for himself and even worse with shoes. I on the other hand know that a good/expensive pair of shoes usually lasts a long time. I'm not crazy and I don't spend oodles on them but I know my shoes. So when a quick trip to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Walmart</span> for cleaning supplies also became a happy shoe dance for my hubs with his 10 dollar find, I could only roll my eyes once again. It only took a few months for his fancy finds to fall apart. The kids began to tease him about the blowout on one of his shoes and so he quickly remedied that. </div><br /><div></div><div>Here is what I found:</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318815948374125650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdA67LyFrFI/AAAAAAAABAo/-HHh5LO9Hro/s400/014.JPG" border="0" />As he walked around the kitchen in his fashionable shoes, I could have sworn he was walking on Corn Flakes. <br /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318815948600108034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdA67Mn95AI/AAAAAAAABAw/1DZlW3xpW4A/s400/016.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><p>I however do have some pride and was not about to be seen with him in his doctored up cheap shoes. So I got him these:</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318815951345283362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SdA67W2d8SI/AAAAAAAABA4/JtydEJOhZkw/s400/017.JPG" border="0" /></p><p>I'm hoping that his nice shoes will detract from his duct taped crotch and his stapled hems. I can hardly wait to see what he comes up with next. Stay tuned.</p><p> </p>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-8277950801081212852009-03-29T20:11:00.000-06:002009-03-29T20:12:09.391-06:00My Man Has No PrideHey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-51966690139423289762009-03-23T20:14:00.003-06:002009-03-23T20:41:00.944-06:00The DOS and DON'TS of DI<strong> I know that you haven't figured some of this stuff out on your own so I am here to educate you. It's only taken me <span style="font-size:78%;">forty </span><span style="font-size:100%;">years to figure this out but hey, what good is life is you can't keep making mistakes and learning?? Just consider these my gift to you. You're welcome! (P.S. I'm just giving you a few. I don't want to overload your brain so much that it confuses you. . . you're welcome again:)</span></strong><br /><strong></strong><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316575128236660898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SchE6SQ5GKI/AAAAAAAABAY/zJj6ZoB_JEY/s400/s_sausages1.jpg" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div><br /><div><strong>1. when you are retaining water and your fingers look like big fat sausages DON'T take a diuretic 30 minutes before leaving to drive an hour. And when you DO this, DON'T stop and get a 32 ounce Diet Coke to drink on the way. And most importantly, DON'T immediately go from driving on the crowded freeway to sitting in a crowded concert hall at your son's choir concert for 2 hours. . . towards the front. You may wish you had on depends. Just telling ya.</strong></div><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316575135658052562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SW0YAL-gzv8/SchE6t6Si9I/AAAAAAAABAg/s5T8GZCKyGg/s400/sandals.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><strong>2. When you have had a couple of REALLY nice warm days (70<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ish</span> temps) after a long and hateful Winter, DON'T get all cocky and decide that you will NOT for anything return to your Winter clothing again this year! And when you are being so foolish, DON'T decide to wear sandals to work with 3 inches of snow out on the ground in a normal Utah March storm. If you DO, you may freeze your toes off and then they will look like those above. Bung Toes! Sexy? I say nay nay.</strong><br /><br /><div> </div><div><strong>3. And finally when you DO have a job and you DO find yourself saying crazy things from time to time (meant to say over and over) or typing crazy things, DON'T be surprised when you get moved to a different department with a different boss. (If you are lost with this, read the post below). NO really I did get moved but not because of that stuff. . . or so they say. Anyway, it won't stop my crazy nonsense from coming out. It's out of my control really. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!</strong></div>Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9101569426455006440.post-57141179007490780002009-03-11T21:21:00.002-06:002009-03-11T21:51:48.749-06:00Maybe I Need To Stop Communicating<span style="font-size:180%;">After a few wacky work episodes</span>, I am thinking that maybe I should return to being an Accountant. You know, the one in a room alone. The bean counter who does numbers but NOT communication. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy communicating and yet I have had a few work blunders that have caused me to say "What the??" . . . .Actually, I laughed really hard first and THEN asked that. <span style="font-size:180%;">It all started with</span>. . . .<br /><br />I was walking towards the break room and was approaching a fellow employee I had worked with on a video. Being the friendly gal I am, I opened my mouth to say "Hi" and I even put my hand up like I was waving. Instead of <span style="font-size:130%;">"<strong>Hi"</strong></span> coming out though I blurted "<span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Fine</strong></span>". I guess I was answering his NEXT question first! I imagined him saying "Hi, how are you?" We both got a good laugh out of that one and now when he sees me he just yells out "Fine". I'm a dork.<br /><br />About a week later, I was talking on the phone with a woman from Australia. I was trying to sell her on our really amazing program at my <span><a href="http://www.careerstep.com/"><strong>work</strong></a></span>. You see we have a Medical Transcription program and you can seriously get hired from home to do this stuff.(nice commercial huh?) I was trying to explain to her that you can get jobs either full time or part time. . . but that was not what came out. Just mix those up and you can probably figure that I told her she could get a job <strong>"<span style="font-size:130%;">Fart time</span></strong>". I've never been good at keeping my composure when something funny happens no matter where I'm at. This phone call didn't go any differently and I stumbled through words with laughter. That day I grounded myself from the phone. (and no she didn't buy) boo <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hoo</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>And today I realized that duct tape across my mouth was still not safe enough</strong>.</span> I was typing an email to a college administrator and was closing with my usual stuff. I don't know what it is but I am not a "Sincerely" kind of gal and have managed to get hooked on "Warmest Regards" to sign off with. I guess it makes me feel all cozy in this cold weather.(I really don't know to be honest and I guess it just suits my fancy) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Anywho</span>, I had typed the email and looked up for a quick proof before sending it to see that instead of "<strong>Warmest Regards</strong>", I typed "<strong>Warmest Retards</strong>" and then signed my name. Talk about typo!! (I am beginning to think I am the warmest retard) I think that I am going to resort to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Morse</span> Code. I can't screw that up can I? . . . <span style="font-size:130%;">Don't answer that</span>.Hey It's Dihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00946511234414730828noreply@blogger.com12