tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50919915538883069332008-07-26T21:14:40.453-05:00My New Thing To DoLisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comBlogger220125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-38975083031234118522008-07-26T13:40:00.005-05:002008-07-26T14:30:17.118-05:00She's Gorgeous!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;">Happy 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> Birthday Caleb</span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227404482710391234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIt4rlk8ycI/AAAAAAAAB-U/NKtbQTr4DYo/s320/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+022.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Oh the surprise was WONDERFUL. We pulled it off really well. Please indulge me while I tell you how it went down. .... His theme for the party is Pirates.....so I made a map of his house. His instructions were that I had hidden his gifts in different rooms and he had to find them in order, 1, 2, 3, and then #4 he would have to be blindfolded at the kitchen table. So he looked the map over and saw gift #1 was in his room. He went to his room but did not know what he was looking for. So I gave him a hint.</span></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SItyGnvCPTI/AAAAAAAAB90/zfeX74NL2Co/s1600-h/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227397250564635954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SItyGnvCPTI/AAAAAAAAB90/zfeX74NL2Co/s200/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#3333ff;">It was on his top bunk, wrapped in really cute birthday paper. He opened it to find a package of "tennis balls" . The look on his face was so cute. "Grandma, I don't play tennis. " Oh Caleb, you don't? " No." I'm so sorry, I thought you did. Well, lets go find the other gifts. So he started hunting for number two. ( I have noticed I did not make the pictures very large on the setting, sorry about that. They aren't that good of pictures so use your imagination please!) Gift number two was in sisters room hiding in the rocking chair. It is a book about puppies and how they grow. We sit together when we read, with him in my lap. So hence the book in the chair. Too bad he won't understand the meaning behind all the clues!!!! So map on the floor, he opens the gift, no big deal, grandma always gives books for presents....ALWAYS. "oh grandma, thank you it is about puppies." Where's the next one. So much for "treasuring" the moment!</span><br /></span><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SItyGzZYUoI/AAAAAAAAB98/1MEanOoAbZ8/s1600-h/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227397253695033986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SItyGzZYUoI/AAAAAAAAB98/1MEanOoAbZ8/s200/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#663300;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Gift number three was hiding in his parents room, actually in their bathtub. He jumps up on the bed and opens the gift.......what? it is dog biscuits. "Caleb, isn't it <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Scooby</span></span> snacks like you like?" No grandma its dog food. "Oh, darn it Caleb I am so sorry". Maggie (cousin living there for a couple months) says, it's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span></span>, we will take them back to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wal</span></span>-mart and get what you want later. He is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span></span> with that and jumps down and says, "Now can we blind fold me for the next one?" Are you</span> ready? "yes, let's go!"</span><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SItyHI5cpvI/AAAAAAAAB-E/o89YWqaQhUU/s1600-h/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227397259466680050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SItyHI5cpvI/AAAAAAAAB-E/o89YWqaQhUU/s200/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+010.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">So now I start to blind fold him and have his momma finishing it up. I go outside and get Chris who is dieing in the heat with the puppy to keep it quiet (plus to pee pee!). They come into the laundry room where we put a bow around her neck and place her gently in the box that has already been wrapped and decorated. So he is blindfolded and we bring the box in. He starts to open it while he is blindfolded and I tell him, no he can take it off. He has already torn the ribbon off, I am trying to make sure my camera will record this as a video and it is not cooperating, I am getting worried I will miss it, take two little shots of video and think I have it going <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span></span> now. so here we go.</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;">He opens the box and this rowdy, loud, outgoing, hyper kid is the quietest I have ever seen, he looks in the box and says ever so gently," it's a puppy, and she's GORGEOUS. " <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ok</span></span>, I teared up. It was the sweetest reaction and I NEVER expected that. He just kept saying "she's gorgeous, she's so gorgeous." Oh, mission accomplished!</span><br /><span style="color:#009900;">(Be sure to turn off my music on my sidebar so you can hear what Caleb has to say! )<br /></span><object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-19305840c8dbae5c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTENvlV0RIHXSHhQhQsAi8EnguqSLKR9J08oCtV7eyfKyelIJIsgL9trKEbWZ09zJwQvcZAHq0-11NfYW5pmzYfxGIuEua97g8czgD2p9Rx0z6Kb3r7Mz88LsqkUADgj-DfQ3eE5nROz8PuVycQ1VdvaZCVb7Nt_nCGgAzQXXkziFXh1lO74GEw_jJsALqISYTi1mlZcVk5ULlZLnFrJ9v7l%26sigh%3Dq_zAjHgywtfm-ts0wkJDbEpxGUs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19305840c8dbae5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DVNlNA9OdZJqosAzs5rVT071D8nM&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"> <param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"> <embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqgAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTENvlV0RIHXSHhQhQsAi8EnguqSLKR9J08oCtV7eyfKyelIJIsgL9trKEbWZ09zJwQvcZAHq0-11NfYW5pmzYfxGIuEua97g8czgD2p9Rx0z6Kb3r7Mz88LsqkUADgj-DfQ3eE5nROz8PuVycQ1VdvaZCVb7Nt_nCGgAzQXXkziFXh1lO74GEw_jJsALqISYTi1mlZcVk5ULlZLnFrJ9v7l%26sigh%3Dq_zAjHgywtfm-ts0wkJDbEpxGUs%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D19305840c8dbae5c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DVNlNA9OdZJqosAzs5rVT071D8nM&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">After he took her into the living room, a few mintues went by and he looked at me and said, the dog treats aren't for me, they are for her! But what about the tennis balls? I told him they were for her too, so he ran and opened the can, got one out and they started playing. He is a little scared of her for she bites with those sharp puppy teeth. But he was the kindest thing to her and asked a million questions...when will she big, how much does she eat, is she a momma? will she quit biting me? can she sleep with me? where is her cage (we don't have cages, we have exercise kennels and will teach him to change the word to kennel!) He had so many questions, but it was as great of a moment as I had dreamed it would be. I am so glad he is happy, and we got to share this PRICELESS moment, wonderful memory with Chris and Sarah. It means a lot to me. I can not tell you how much it meant to me. My life is pretty darn good right now.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227404480409334898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIt4rdAVdHI/AAAAAAAAB-M/hI892BW8kbo/s320/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+016.JPG" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">After he got her out of the box, he took her to the living room, all he could say was she is gorgeous, it is word he does not ever use, don't know where it came from, but it was so cute. I did not get all the video that I meant to, but I was proud to have some!<br /><br /></span><p><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;">We went out to eat at Rib Crib and had a nice <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">visit</span>. By that time Scott and I were starting to get really sore from our car accident and felt we needed to get on home. It was a nice birthday. Chris' birthday is two days after Caleb's so the dinner was for both of them. We did not do cake since his big "party" is today. We won't be there for the pirate fun, wish I could be, but we felt we better stay home since we were both hurting, Scott much more than me. It was such a great time....And the best part???? Caleb hugged me and said, Thank you grandma, this is the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!!" Can I get another puppy next year for my next birthday? You've gotta love them!<br /></span><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227404487862812370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIt4r4xYftI/AAAAAAAAB-c/hK4a2ahkgGI/s320/Caleb%27s+7th+b-day+002.JPG" border="0" />Somebody is not too happy about the new puppy. But they will become best friends like.....tomorrow. They both have so much personality, Sarah will have her hands full, and I have already been told, when I take the kids for the weekend....I get ALL THREE!!!! </p><p>OH YES! COME TO GRANDMA!<br /></p><p></p>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-21249260972175928082008-07-25T22:21:00.003-05:002008-07-26T10:09:27.926-05:00Update<div align="center">Update for Friday!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">Don't be alarmed, but Scott and I were in a car accident today. We are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>, but sore. Tomorrow we will be MORE sore. It could have been so much worse, but this is my first real accident. We were at a stop light and was hit from behind. In my new car. My first new car. Oh well, it is just a car, we all have insurance, and we all walked away. Bless his heart the guy that hit us just kept saying he was so sorry, just so sorry. I told it was going to be <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ok</span>, that's why they are called "accident's" otherwise he would have been arrested for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ADW</span>...<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Assault</span> with a Deadly Weapon. He just looked at me. Later he asked me what I did, I had told him we had just retired and moved here. When he asked me what I did for a living I asked him if he really wanted to know? He said yes?! I said I am a retired police officer. Oh. Nothing else was said. Bless his heart. I took Scott to the hospital to be checked out for his neck was hurting, I did see him go flying even with his seat belt on. But he is fine. Just pulled muscles. Tonight I am starting to feel it, but I can't whine about it. I made some comment about how big of babies men are! Dang it!! Should have kept my mouth shut!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="left">I will try to post about the puppy present to Caleb (yes we still delivered that puppy!). I got a short video clip of it and it made my eyes tear up. It was very sweet. But for tonight, give me drugs and a soft pillow. And with no puppy, a full nights sleep! Good night all.</div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-64265636921172821832008-07-25T06:24:00.002-05:002008-07-25T08:48:48.904-05:00April 1, 1991<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIm4AIQLdTI/AAAAAAAAB9s/_6jgAO2CWxI/s1600-h/favorite+pics+5732.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226911154895025458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIm4AIQLdTI/AAAAAAAAB9s/_6jgAO2CWxI/s200/favorite+pics+5732.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;">No April Fools Joke!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">(Rated T---Tragic)</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">April 1, 1991, I had been on the police department, lets see, five years, 2 months, and a few days. I had been assigned to the mid-watch shift which means I was working 7:00 p.m. to 3:00 a.m. My days off were Sunday, Monday and I loved that. Of course after working Saturday night/Sunday morning I hardly ever got off on time. You could pretty well count on getting a DU I every Saturday night, the bars close at 2:00 so by 2:30 you could find, or they would find you, DUI. Then it would take about 2 or 3 hours to finish that call from the stop, arrest, impounding the car, breath test, and of course the paperwork. That makes you getting home around 6:00 or 7:00 in the morning and of course you have to wind down before going to bed. Needless to say Sundays are tough days because you can't sleep all day like you are used to because you need to sleep that night on your day off. Then you hope to go bed half way early on Sunday night and sleep pretty soundly. The phone rang Monday morning, early. I don't remember what time it was. My husband, a juvenile detective answered the phone I heard the conversation, but I was tired and I was used to him getting phone calls about work all the time. I usually had to wake him to answer the phone. The momma in me heard it on the first ring. He on the other hand had to have it ring a few times to wake up. "I'll be right there" I hear him say as he hangs up the phone getting out of our <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">water bed</span>. He goes to work on Monday mornings, this is just a little earlier. But I remember the date, April 1st. April fools day. People at the police department are ALWAYS playing jokes on each other and I figure this is another one of those days. We ( I mean they) have been know to call someone in the middle of the night to ask them if they needed to pee!!?? Just to wake them up. Silly I know, but I tell you police officers are just weird people, do weird things, and used to be a very strong brother/sisterhood. ( I don't feel it is that way now, certainly not at the department I worked at!) So as Tim got up and got ready for work I figure he will get there and they will say "April Fools" but since he is already at work, he might as well stay! It was only like a couple hours early. I don't remember even asking him what the call was about, I didn't really care, it just means I have to get up and get the kids ready for school instead of him taking care of that. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">I roll over, go back to sleep, I have a few more hours till I have to get up. And go back to sleep I do. The phone rings....I grab it with a weak hello and it's Tim. I once again figure an April Fools comment is coming, I am not really in the mood, and I hear him say, Mike killed his wife and the kids were there with him!! Mike? Mike? I know three Mike's at the department and I know Mike A has been having troubles at home but I can't believe this. Then I hear him say Lisa, Mike killed Amy! Amy? That's not Mike's <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">wife's</span> name. Her name is Linda, what is he talking about? My head is starting to clear a little and the names are starting to come together. I say to him, this is not funny, don't kid about stuff like this. And he says to me in a serious tone," I'm not kidding." I start to believe him as the sleep fog is lifting. "There is an arrest warrant out for him and if he comes out there to get his boat or anything, you have to arrest him!" Mike, boat, Amy, crap, I know who he is talking about..... my husbands dear friend, Mike who is going through a horrible divorce but got out of there with "his boat" and parked it at our house for safe keeping. No, this is not funny you guys, Mike would not do this. This is NOT a funny April Fools joke.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mike had about 17 years with the police department, several years with the military, and several tours in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot I think. He had been my husbands partner at work and they liked to fish together some as well. When we had our babies we got each other gifts, if someone needed something or help, we were there for each other. Mike had worked about everything there was to work at the police department and now he was assigned to the DARE division. He worked with kids of all ages and loved it. And more than anything else, he loved HIS kids. He had two sons from his previous marriage, he had adopted Amy's daughter from her previous marriage, and then they had a daughter together. Mike LOVED his kids more than anything. But as most police <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">marriages</span>, theirs was going south real quick. It was becoming pretty violent, Mike would call Tim and say that Amy was breaking up his stuff. She would call and say Mike was hitting her, or he was breaking her stuff. It went back and forth. Tim <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">finally</span> told them to not call him, but to call the department and report it if it was such an issue. I don't remember what all they ended up doing, but they went to court, they were getting a divorce. And it was NOT a pretty divorce. Court ordered home evaluations, children interviewed and evaluated, blah, blah blah. Mike did a lot with his children, honestly, probably more than a lot of dads. He took them fishing, and to the lake, they hunted, they spent a lot of time together so this divorce was very hard on him. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Sunday Jessie had called and asked her daddy if she could go to church with him. He said she would have to ask her mother, but it was fine with him. She was only five but she could use the phone and call daddy. He liked that. She ran in to ask her mother but Amy said no. I don't know why. Maybe she had other plans, maybe she didn't want to get her ready, maybe she didn't want Mike to have her even for Church. I don't know but she said no. Did it anger Mike? I don't know that either, but I would say yes. He went to church without her.</span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">What happened next is really hard to explain, really hard to grasp, and really hard to talk about. This is not just "a case" to work. Where you detach yourself and work it. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">In the night, rather very early morning, Mike broke into the house. He had cut the phone line and I don't know if he had a key or broke the door. He was not suppose to have a key, but he had kids that lived there. The boys had moved in with Mike, the adopted daughter had even moved in with Mike. It was just Jessie and Amy that lived in the old familiar home of several years. In a quiet neighborhood where not much happened, the houses were pretty nice, middle income families, hard working people lived there. And they lived on a nice little <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">cul</span>-d-sac. That is where they called home. But not Mike. He had not lived there now for several months, the divorce was coming to a head, the fight for the kids was fierce, and word was that Amy was moving back to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Northeast</span> to hook up with her ex-husband. Word was that he was into drugs and Mike was not going to stand for it. He was not going to let Amy take their five year old daughter out of the state, to a life of who knew what. Well Mike knew. He worked police work long enough to know. He worked juveniles detectives long enough to know what kind of life little Jessie was getting ready to embark on. But not if he could help it. Mike was one of the kindest men I knew. He was funny, soft spoken, a good cop, a great DARE officer, a good dad, son, and friend. But not that night. No, that night Mike was someone/something none of us knew. He became a murderer. I don't know what happened. I don't think anyone knows. But what I think, feel, believe is Mike went to the house to have it out with Amy. He cut the phone line so she could not call the police. I think he went into her bedroom to maybe tell her how it was going to be. Maybe not, maybe he went into the bedroom to kill her. And kill her he did. He shot her multiply times. That is a sign of overkill, anger, pent up emotions. Maybe he wasn't going to talk, maybe he was just going to take care of her leaving with the kids, maybe take care of her not letting the kids be with him, maybe he was taking care of her being in control, not any more. He shot her something like nine times, in the bed. Jessie was in the other bedroom, he walked in there and picked up his sleeping princess and took her to his suburban. He drove her back to his house. His little house that was not the like the house he had just left. The house that he had spent years saving and working to buy for his family. No, it was not near the house of years gone by. But it had three sleeping teenagers in it. One son was on the sofa. That is where he slept. He laid Jessie down with him, leaned over and kissed her. Then he told his son, I hope you can forgive me for what I have done. Then he was gone. He got in his suburban and drove away. He called the assistant chief and told him what he had done. He had shot and killed Amy. Turn yourself in Mike he was told. No, you know what they will do to me in prison, I can't do that. Speculations was he was probably going to run to Mexico. Live there for the rest of his life. I knew better. Mike was not going to Mexico. My friend was going to El Reno. His favorite place to hang out. His, well Amy, family had land there. Mike knew it well. He had hunted that land for years. He knew it like he knew the back of his hand. I knew that is where he was. We were all told that if we saw or heard from him we had to call the PD right away. We were told to try and convince him to turn himself in. I don't remember all the details, I was not privy to all the details, but it seems Mike went to El Reno like I thought. He was hiding back in the woods and a highway patrol plane flew over the site. Really, every one knew it was a very likely place for him to go. The plane radioed the county deputies where Mike was. With an arrest warrant in hand they crept in to make the arrest. Seems it was late evening when this all <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">occurred</span>. So as the sun was going down, setting in the west, the police officers moved in, guns drawn, rifles loaded, shotguns in ready position. This was not a police officer they were arresting, this was a cold blooded murderer. As the officer approached the truck, Mike lifted the gun, and fired one shot. Mike died of a self inflicted gunshot wound to the head. It was over. </span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-size:130%;">Mike could have killed himself in Enid. At the house. But he could not do that. Jessie was there, she would have found it. His fellow brother officers would have had to work it, and we all know the pictures, and the way investigations go. No, Mike could not do that to his family. Mike left also to make sure that if anyone was going to shoot him, it would not be one of us. You know that I do not know any of this for sure. This is what I think, what I feel, what I believe. It was over? No, not yet. There were four children left behind. I did not go to Amy's funeral, but I went to Mikes. It was not an honorable funeral. The casket was closed of course with a picture of Mike sitting on it. We were all there and I was pretty close to the front. In came the family. In came the children. The boys, young adults were sitting there and Jessie came over to the oldest one. He lifted her up, sat her on his lap and there she sat. There she looked up into her brothers eyes and said, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Mikie</span>, where's daddy? She reached up and gently patted <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Mikies</span> face with her little hands, her little five year old hands that had colored pretty pictures, played with play dough, that had gone fishing, that had folded in prayer, gently patted her brothers face as she softly says once again, I could hear hear her say it, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mikie</span>, where's daddy? I cried. There would be no 21 gun salute to honor her daddy, a war veteran, and a wonderful man that served that community for so many years. No, we were there to bury a man that had robbed these children of not only their mother, but also the daddy that they all loved so much. He robbed them of a life of they will never know. It was over.....in the mail two days later, Mike <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">received</span> a letter. He was recommended to get custody of the children. Over? You decide.</span></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-88907153049900255872008-07-24T09:33:00.003-05:002008-07-24T09:38:43.189-05:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiS52fHnzI/AAAAAAAAB9k/GF5MdBeF9As/s1600-h/favorite+pics+5732.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226588890139696946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiS52fHnzI/AAAAAAAAB9k/GF5MdBeF9As/s320/favorite+pics+5732.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Tomorrow I will post a new police story!</p><p>And it is a sad one, sorry , I can't think of a funny one right now. But maybe by tomorrow it will change!</p><p></p><p>But today you will have two or three postings of puppy pictures. That is where my heart is right now!!! So be sure and check all the pictures, there are two posting of pictures I think!</p>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-29079887257663813092008-07-24T09:30:00.000-05:002008-07-24T09:30:28.144-05:00Other pictures<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">I got your back!</span></strong><br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSAr03oQI/AAAAAAAAB9E/fYBZVqVfUbk/s1600-h/new+puppy+026.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSAr03oQI/AAAAAAAAB9E/fYBZVqVfUbk/s320/new+puppy+026.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, Is there any milk there? No? Nope!<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"> </div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSA6N2FmI/AAAAAAAAB9U/zk06poUR22w/s1600-h/new+puppy+024.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSA6N2FmI/AAAAAAAAB9U/zk06poUR22w/s320/new+puppy+024.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><br />Is there any milk there??? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">NOOOOO</span>!!!<br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSAjVcvzI/AAAAAAAAB9M/02rBV3ytM_M/s1600-h/new+puppy+025.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSAjVcvzI/AAAAAAAAB9M/02rBV3ytM_M/s320/new+puppy+025.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Is there any milk there??? Good grief, where is my milk?<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSA3ABFcI/AAAAAAAAB9c/QDCoMw1XFdg/s1600-h/new+puppy+018.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiSA3ABFcI/AAAAAAAAB9c/QDCoMw1XFdg/s320/new+puppy+018.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Picasa2 will only let me post about four picture at a time if I am lucky. That is why there will be more than one posting today.<br />Oh well. Hope you enjoy all the pictures.<br /><br />This little girl is really smart. For only being five weeks old (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">grrrrr</span>! Don't ever get a puppy that young, its not good for them!) But she already will go to the door to go pee pee or poop. She has had a couple accidents in the house, but one was this morning at 6:00 because I did not get up quick enough to let her out. She is getting up between 2:00 and 3:00 to go outside then back up again at 6:00 so I am a little tired. Good thing I love my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">grandkids</span>! This morning I was really tired and left the backdoor opened so the dogs could all just come and go. Thinking they would keep an eye on her. I dozed off on the sofa and when I woke up they three big dogs were all in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">living</span> room sleeping too. So I jumped up and went out side to get the puppy. I could not find her....no where!!!!! I was calling, whistling, getting ready to go get my husband out of bed to help me find her. Oh my gosh I could not believe I had lost her! As panic was setting in, I went back into the house and for some reason something caught my eye. She had come into the house, crawled between the love seat and the end table and gone to sleep. Now remember she is not bigger than a minute, I have brown carpet, she blended in so well I could not hardly see her. I 'bout had a heart attack! I need to attach a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">gps</span> to her and activate it!!! I am so enjoying having a puppy around, but I will tell you, like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grandkids</span>, I will be glad when she goes home!!! And that would be tomorrow night. We are having a quiet little birthday get together with Caleb to let him get his puppy. Then Saturday afternoon he will have the big family party with all the hoopla. They can all meet the puppy then, but I want to have our time with him getting the puppy from his parents and us. That way I can hopefully get pictures, and just enjoy the moment without having to share all the excitement with 50 people. Selfish? Yes, but this is a moment I have waited for for a very long time. I don't want to miss a single second of it, and I want to get pictures without everyone <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">else's</span> head or arm or body in it. Plus then Caleb can play with her without having to go open other gifts or share her with everyone during the day. It sounds like a really good plan to me and I am truly thankful that Chris and Sarah were willing to indulge me. It will be a tearful moment for me, for some reason this is just a tremendously emotional event for me...any ideas why? I am not a big crier, but this one sure gets me. Pass the hankie Scott!!!!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-67556333003256960662008-07-24T09:13:00.000-05:002008-07-24T09:14:18.784-05:00She Is Too Cute<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">Just a little update:</span><br /><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOLMkRaI/AAAAAAAAB8k/ocXjuUYiNvA/s1600-h/new+puppy+004.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOLMkRaI/AAAAAAAAB8k/ocXjuUYiNvA/s320/new+puppy+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Practicing her hunting skills in the backyard, this little one does not know she is little.</span><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOPTzJTI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ch-RleIWgqg/s1600-h/new+puppy+006.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOPTzJTI/AAAAAAAAB8s/ch-RleIWgqg/s320/new+puppy+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Callie doesn't know what to think of her either. She wants to play but realizes she IS little.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOReBi7I/AAAAAAAAB80/_UfWpY0mS1E/s1600-h/new+puppy+008.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOReBi7I/AAAAAAAAB80/_UfWpY0mS1E/s320/new+puppy+008.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>But don't tell her she is small, look, she is taking on the two BIG dogs.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOnaEKMI/AAAAAAAAB88/h8nKp0b9VYw/s1600-h/new+puppy+009.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIiOOnaEKMI/AAAAAAAAB88/h8nKp0b9VYw/s320/new+puppy+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div>Tag! You're IT Rudy! Notice how quickly Callie was able to jump out of the way there!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-6966824638978342302008-07-22T09:12:00.000-05:002008-07-22T09:12:42.120-05:00Caleb's Birthday Present<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Here She Is!!! <br />Nothing like taking time to stop and smell the flowers! </div> Not positive about the name so I just call her "girl".<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIXq2ByrSRI/AAAAAAAAB8M/PESKzTUFvNE/s1600-h/new+puppy+005.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIXq2ByrSRI/AAAAAAAAB8M/PESKzTUFvNE/s320/new+puppy+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> She doesn't hold still for very long!<br /> <br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIXq2TvlFSI/AAAAAAAAB8U/24HmNKnPpuU/s1600-h/new+puppy+006.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIXq2TvlFSI/AAAAAAAAB8U/24HmNKnPpuU/s320/new+puppy+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> Here is Rudy, my male, playing and being protective over the new little darling.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIXq2aU7hyI/AAAAAAAAB8c/_HrR0dtk8G4/s1600-h/new+puppy+007.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIXq2aU7hyI/AAAAAAAAB8c/_HrR0dtk8G4/s320/new+puppy+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div> My girls were in the house watching all this through the backdoor!<br /> You know, let the "guy" watch the kid for a while!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-27943336200962244432008-07-22T07:51:00.002-05:002008-07-22T08:57:35.416-05:00Birthday Gift<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">No Pictures!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Today I would love to post some pictures of Caleb's birthday gift, but I don't have any yet. Last night was my last night of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">photography</span> class and although I am not "really good" yet, but I am getting better. I have enjoyed taking the classes and think this fall I will be taking some college classes just to continue my education, and for the socializing part of it as well. So having said that, I just have not had time to get any pictures unless you count 5:30 this morning while we were outside taking care of business! I don't think so.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Yesterday you remember we had the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">grandkids</span>. The plan was to return them home and make a switch. Well that went pretty good, not quite as early as I had thought, but by about 1:30 we were on the road again! So we took Caleb and Allie home. As I was getting ready to leave their house for Scott and the gift were in the car, I was giving my kisses <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">goodby</span> and Caleb starts crying. He did not want grandma to leave, or why can't he go with me! Then Allie starts crying, then I start crying. It just tugs at my heartstrings to hear my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">grandbabies</span> cry for being unhappy. Especially when it is something so simple to fix. I told Caleb we would see him this weekend for his birthday, and he was like .....sob, sob, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ok</span>, sob, sob, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span> I guess, sob, sob. Poor little guy. He is a very sensitive little guy, but then so is my husband. They both cry at the drop of the hat. It is actually funny at times. We will be watching a movie, like even a cartoon or something and my husband will be over there crying. Not out loud, but tears coming down his face. At first it was endearing, now it is just funny to me. I like a sensitive man as well as the next girl, but I don't want a sappy hubby. I am not a big crier, except when it comes to my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">grandbabies</span>, and when I was taking pictures of the new baby with her family. Then I teared up pretty good. It was just <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">soooo</span> sweet. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ok</span>, enough of the crying stuff.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">So out in the car was Scott and the new gift. I was not too happy of a camper when I heard that the breeder sold my step-daughter and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">sil</span> a puppy that was Not EVEN five weeks old. She is five today. But I was furious! That puppy should not have been taken from its home till about 8 to 10 weeks. But the rest of the story is....she is one of 11 puppies born c-section. There were twelve but one did not make it. I feel the puppies are just a lot of work for the owner and she was ready to get them gone soon as possible. But the kids drove three hours to see these dogs, paid a pretty penny for her and then come to find out she has no shots, and is so very young. I was not happy. Soon as I got into the car and took her from my husband I gave her a good look over. She is PRECIOUS. She is very healthy looking, nice size, and very social. She is just already so smart, I see a very special puppy here that I just can not even begin to explain. She is playful, yet calm. She listens, then will respond. I told her I was her grandma and she just started little barking, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">whining</span> like talking to me saying...oh, it is nice to meet you grandma, then leans up into my face and gives me a kiss. I swear to you, how can this little dog already be so sweet? We have had no accidents (or purposes!) in the house. She goes outside and pee pees. She goes outside and potties, comes back in the house and plays a little and sleeps. She went to bed last night about 11:30 in the kitchen in an exercise kennel without crying. My dogs were in the living room when I went to bed, don't know if they stayed there or not. Then at 5:30 my dog came to the door to get me up, and the little sweetie was in the kitchen crying. I took her outside and she took care of business. Now just like all babies she is a lot of work, but I have told Chris and Sarah they have the potential of having one heck of a little dog here if they take care of her right. Spend the time now and they will have a wonderful life with this dog.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I told Sarah we need to have Caleb's birthday Saturday. We were going to wait and celebrate on his birthday which is a week from today. But I fear if we wait that long I will get way too attached to this puppy. I am hoping that when Caleb comes to visit that they will let her come too. That way she will get used to being at my house with my dogs and they will all get along and play well together! If they need to go out of town she can stay here and if I need someone to watch my "kids", they will be comfortable with her. </span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I just went outside to take her pictures, so I will get them posted here in just a little bit! Stay tuned!</span></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-26673506262210962732008-07-20T23:41:00.004-05:002008-07-21T00:17:26.902-05:00I'm Home and SURPRISE!!!Short Weekend! Or long, depending on how you want to look at it. I left Friday morning to meet up with a friend of mine so we could ride together to see my son. Lance was going to Tyler to test for the police department there and I wanted to see TJ. So we met up at the Henryetta Police department, left his car there and off we went. It was such a nice drive. We did not push it all, in fact, stopped four times. We had to make two pee stops (for me) one stop for lunch, and one stop for gas. It took longer than it should have, but we just were not in a hurry. We also stopped by the hotel so Lance could check in before going on down to TJ's house where I would be staying. I can not NOT believe I did not take one picture. It was honestly a very quick trip, yet relaxing, but I did not even get my camera out of the bag. Amanda (my dil) is such a beautiful girl and I should have taken tons of pictures of her, but we just did not get energetic enough to do anything!<br /><br />As of right now Lance stands in second place with the written and physical agility testing being done. He got sick after doing all the running outside, he really pushed himself to put on a good showing for the officers there. But he may have over done it. The boy guy wore long pants (that is what he runs in at home) in Texas, in July. Yes, he got over heated. I just hope he does good enough with everything else to get hired. He truly wants to be a police officer and he will make a GREAT one, just hope he gets a chance to prove it. Keep positive thoughts in your head and heart for him if you will. I have known this young man since he was in the 7th grade, I was his DARE officer and since then I have known him from High school, friends with my son and daughter, taught him in college classes and even in defensive driving school. He is a really neat person and I wish him nothing but the best.<br /><br />All weekend my husband's daughter was calling me on a hard mission to find something specific for her son (my grandson!) for his birthday. HE WANTS A PUPPY. But not just a puppy, a boxer puppy like our Zoe.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330531290862130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIQabueYUjI/AAAAAAAAB7k/Ea-U-E6bVqE/s320/favorite+pics+2320.jpg" border="0" />He loves my boxers and those dogs are so good<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330538286541842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIQacIiR7BI/AAAAAAAAB70/mIkF46RJmk8/s320/favorite+pics+5598.jpg" border="0" />with kids and family that it is unreal. His birthday in July 29th, right around the corner, and she does not put stuff off till the last minute. Never has, probably never will. She is very organized, a list maker, and a very focused person. There would be a new puppy NOW. But we want to keep it as a surprise for Caleb since he has requested a puppy with a bow around it's neck, in a box with lots of food. All day Saturday she was trying to figure out how to make this happen and I was in Texas of no help to her. So on my way home today (Sunday) we decided if she could get the kids to me I would keep them tonight while she and her husband drove three hours away to go get a puppy. So when I got home I had a great surprise. My grand kids drove up about 10 minutes after I did. Grandpa had gone to get them at the "meeting place" and both of them acted like they had not seen me in years!!! I just love it when they are smiling and running to see me. Caleb was screaming Grandma!!! He has no idea why he is here with me. I asked him and he said, he didn't know why, his mom and daddy just wanted to get away from him for a while. I laughed and said no, mommy and daddy just wanted some alone time. He laughed and said ok, how long can I stay? 10 day!? (oh my!) Allie didn't say much, she just reached out her tiny little arms and grunted for grandma. That's enough, I know what that means....I love you grandma, please take me now!~ So I did. She just laughed and wiggled in my arms. Oh she is such a sweet baby girl. But tomorrow I think they are going home, I will then sneak a puppy out of the house and bring it back with me (and my three dogs) take it to the vet to get it checked ( I am NOT happy with the lady who sold this dog to my kids, she misled them on several things and they have paid her some really good money for this dog.) So I am going to get it to the vet first thing. And then I will keep it till his birthday when "Howlly"(Hallie) or "Stella" has a bow tied around her neck, placed in a big box with lots of food and one little boy begins his life long dream of owning his first puppy.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330533309132306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIQab1_krhI/AAAAAAAAB7s/vOlLDHZJ2VA/s320/favorite+pics+5506.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225330542664881106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIQacY2KE9I/AAAAAAAAB78/UA-dsOUBVuw/s320/favorite+pics+5675.jpg" border="0" /> My one and only little of boxer puppies born on January 13, 2005 c-section in my living room!Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-11141269294460834192008-07-19T07:14:00.002-05:002008-07-19T07:18:38.580-05:00Gone Visiting !Good morning everyone, <br /> I am in Texas visiting my son and dil. I drove here with a friend yesterday and it will be a very short trip. I will stay and visit today, then leave tomorrow morning after my son gets home from working the night shift. We have a friend that is testing for the police dept. here and he wanted to ride out with TJ one night to see how he likes it. His test is this morning and then his ride out is tonight. So I came down to see Amanda for the day. I will see if I get any pictures any where and will post them after I get home. But for now that is all I can tell you. Have a great weekend and will check in on everyone when I get home.<br />Bye.<br />LisaLisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-67468982604402299552008-07-17T23:42:00.002-05:002008-07-17T23:48:32.471-05:00My Thursday Project<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">This is my friend with her new daughter.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">We have been wanting to take pictures and it</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">seems I didn't have time in the last couple weeks.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Well tonight...we made time, spent about two hours</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">with this beautiful family.</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfO3bU_lI/AAAAAAAAB7E/pD-Mz_8YqXM/s1600-h/100_3250.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfO3bU_lI/AAAAAAAAB7E/pD-Mz_8YqXM/s320/100_3250.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Little Miss Shae was so good.</span><br /></span></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfPPw_UZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uAEUzOCtjKg/s1600-h/100_3239.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfPPw_UZI/AAAAAAAAB7M/uAEUzOCtjKg/s320/100_3239.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">She truly is "A Gift From God"</span><br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfPfJfLjI/AAAAAAAAB7U/qrO2EdIsd4c/s1600-h/100_3226.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfPfJfLjI/AAAAAAAAB7U/qrO2EdIsd4c/s320/100_3226.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is her daddy, one proud guy!</span><br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfPVnjjwI/AAAAAAAAB7c/lUoI_N_FcMQ/s1600-h/Shae+II+036.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAfPVnjjwI/AAAAAAAAB7c/lUoI_N_FcMQ/s320/Shae+II+036.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-6163356103465239362008-07-17T23:36:00.002-05:002008-07-17T23:55:11.509-05:00A New Gift<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I got so tickled with Daddy. He said, " I have not been to a tanning bed this year!"</span></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"I have a FARMERS TAN!! " I laughed at him and said, Shae won't care.</span></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">I think it looks adorable!</span></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This is his first child and he is already a GREAT daddy!</span></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd4XgQnfI/AAAAAAAAB6k/fJaDFWWjKzg/s1600-h/100_3190.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd4XgQnfI/AAAAAAAAB6k/fJaDFWWjKzg/s320/100_3190.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mom and dad are both so proud of the new addition to their family.<br /></span></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd4mSWGHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ouQPrfN0OsA/s1600-h/100_3204.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd4mSWGHI/AAAAAAAAB6s/ouQPrfN0OsA/s320/100_3204.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Just another picture of this new little addition.</span><br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd4xTBjYI/AAAAAAAAB60/Fy8rxQXyPqw/s1600-h/100_3230.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd4xTBjYI/AAAAAAAAB60/Fy8rxQXyPqw/s320/100_3230.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">This little lady is about six weeks old but still is quite tiny.</span><br /></p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd5Heir9I/AAAAAAAAB68/jWnXe_2Tqow/s1600-h/100_3237.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SIAd5Heir9I/AAAAAAAAB68/jWnXe_2Tqow/s320/100_3237.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I had a lot of fun...after I got out my second camera. I was ready to throw the first one out the window and stomp on it!!!! But I pulled out my old standby and we then really started having fun. I hope there will be a picture in the group of about 75 that they can use for their birth announcements. If not, there will be at least some pictures to be put in her baby book!</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-81292437297266021952008-07-16T23:51:00.013-05:002008-07-17T10:08:53.718-05:00O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A Oklahoma Style<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Discoveryland Presents:</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">OKLAHOMA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Wnkq8XVI/AAAAAAAAB58/uP0-K4uVMBU/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+082.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989330631744850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Wnkq8XVI/AAAAAAAAB58/uP0-K4uVMBU/s320/class+and+Okla+play+082.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">The dinner bell is ringing, time to go and eat some grub.</span><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9WoLTtAgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/6MkEWgbkgMc/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+083.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989341003252226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9WoLTtAgI/AAAAAAAAB6E/6MkEWgbkgMc/s320/class+and+Okla+play+083.JPG" border="0" /></a> They dish up some pretty good fixins' too.</div><div align="center">Baked beans, potato salad, corn, and of course a beef sandwich.</div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Wohiz32I/AAAAAAAAB6M/dzBYPYDnY_A/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+085.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989346972196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Wohiz32I/AAAAAAAAB6M/dzBYPYDnY_A/s320/class+and+Okla+play+085.JPG" border="0" /></a> There is a tepee for the kids to play in. </p><p align="center">The Indian dancers were not there Tuesday, darn it!<br /></p><p align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Wo5vreEI/AAAAAAAAB6U/RGMZ97kZRjI/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+097.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989353468622914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Wo5vreEI/AAAAAAAAB6U/RGMZ97kZRjI/s320/class+and+Okla+play+097.JPG" border="0" /></a> Pony rides for the children on some of the prettiest horses.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9WpZFKIXI/AAAAAAAAB6c/oU4a5k9be-E/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223989361880211826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9WpZFKIXI/AAAAAAAAB6c/oU4a5k9be-E/s320/class+and+Okla+play+101.JPG" border="0" /></a> This is my husband's brothers and cousins.</p><p align="center">Starting left, brother David, Raleigh, husband Scott, cousin Bobbie/husband Dale</p><p align="center">The wives to the two brothers had slipped off somewhere and I did not get their picture.</p><p align="center">Sorry girls.</p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987328858019938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9UzDe5WGI/AAAAAAAAB50/XYe2Pi3sJQA/s320/class+and+Okla+play+113.JPG" border="0" /> This is one of the desserts you eat at the show! Strawberries and ice cream overflowing .<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987313763246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9UyLQBYYI/AAAAAAAAB5c/N85JyTiQxLo/s320/class+and+Okla+play+143.JPG" border="0" />God Bless America. We all remember!<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9UybGClpI/AAAAAAAAB5k/C0Od7seocXs/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+139.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987318016349842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9UybGClpI/AAAAAAAAB5k/C0Od7seocXs/s320/class+and+Okla+play+139.JPG" border="0" /></a> The girls who "Can-Can" can ....sure entertain.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Uyy6CBCI/AAAAAAAAB5s/dxFxcdHQWuc/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+117.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223987324408431650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9Uyy6CBCI/AAAAAAAAB5s/dxFxcdHQWuc/s320/class+and+Okla+play+117.JPG" border="0" /></a> The pre-show cast singing,</div><div align="center">we are in an outdoor theater.</div><div align="center">It was very comfortable.<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223985496073340082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9TIX0-hLI/AAAAAAAAB5U/bJUqA5jN0Mw/s320/class+and+Okla+play+153.JPG" border="0" /> The show starts with Auntie churning her butter!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9TIAsDoHI/AAAAAAAAB5M/4L7ED9G19-s/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+154.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223985489861910642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9TIAsDoHI/AAAAAAAAB5M/4L7ED9G19-s/s320/class+and+Okla+play+154.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Curly comes riding in to woo his girl.</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223985489010754994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9TH9hIBbI/AAAAAAAAB5E/8kKX6hdAQKo/s320/class+and+Okla+play+158.JPG" border="0" />Of course Oklahoma involves lots and lots of singing!</p><p align="center">This young man is from Canada.</p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9SBGhWgLI/AAAAAAAAB4s/VhhM7gqVmvM/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223984271656911026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9SBGhWgLI/AAAAAAAAB4s/VhhM7gqVmvM/s320/class+and+Okla+play+168.JPG" border="0" /></a> Dreaming of the Surrey with the fringe on top.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9SBcR-SWI/AAAAAAAAB40/WzLZhdHOEO0/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+166.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223984277497989474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9SBcR-SWI/AAAAAAAAB40/WzLZhdHOEO0/s320/class+and+Okla+play+166.JPG" border="0" /></a> He will take both his gals to the box supper if only he could.</div><div align="center">(Anyone out there remember the real box suppers?</div><div align="center">I do! And my grandpa was the auctioneer for them at my school! Oh so much fun!</div><div align="center">You decorate a box, fill it with a dinner, and whoever buys it gets a fine dinner. But in the play whoever buys it gets dinner with the gal who fixed it! Kind of like a blind date!)<br /></div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9SBmztfLI/AAAAAAAAB48/R6ezGXqE_Fc/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+165.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223984280323849394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9SBmztfLI/AAAAAAAAB48/R6ezGXqE_Fc/s320/class+and+Okla+play+165.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>This guy could sing and sing and sing...and he did.</p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9RKs-FbqI/AAAAAAAAB4U/vP3n8XC3SLw/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+179.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223983337085169314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9RKs-FbqI/AAAAAAAAB4U/vP3n8XC3SLw/s320/class+and+Okla+play+179.JPG" border="0" /></a> Bringing in the horses and wagon for MORE people to go to the box supper.<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9RKwmDDhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/1EtqP0p8Vuk/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+173.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223983338058092050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9RKwmDDhI/AAAAAAAAB4c/1EtqP0p8Vuk/s320/class+and+Okla+play+173.JPG" border="0" /></a> This cowboy Will Parker won $50.00 in Missouri roping at the fair.</div><div align="center">Now he can go marry his girl.</div><div align="center">Her pa promised!</div><div align="center">And he bought her a saddlebag full of gifts! </div><div align="center">Oops, he was suppose to bring her pa the $50.00.</div><div align="center">That's going to cause problems later.<br /></div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9RLPQQtvI/AAAAAAAAB4k/SAjezpL2XG0/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+171.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223983346288211698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9RLPQQtvI/AAAAAAAAB4k/SAjezpL2XG0/s320/class+and+Okla+play+171.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>The horses are beautiful! And Awesome!!!!</p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9P0rNAzLI/AAAAAAAAB38/_LcJdJkgONQ/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+186.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223981859142159538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9P0rNAzLI/AAAAAAAAB38/_LcJdJkgONQ/s320/class+and+Okla+play+186.JPG" border="0" /></a> Laurey and AdoAnnie singing.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9P1E7fuOI/AAAAAAAAB4E/2FHZ1UE8b1s/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+185.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223981866048010466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9P1E7fuOI/AAAAAAAAB4E/2FHZ1UE8b1s/s320/class+and+Okla+play+185.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ali Hakim is a wandering Peddler who has asked Ado Annie to go to the "ends of the earth" with him. Now she thinks they are going to travel, he is thinking a one night stand! She thinks he means lets get married, he thinks he has gotten in over this head!!!<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9P1p2jecI/AAAAAAAAB4M/9RnXorUDhLk/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+180.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223981875959396802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9P1p2jecI/AAAAAAAAB4M/9RnXorUDhLk/s320/class+and+Okla+play+180.JPG" border="0" /></a> Will Parker learned how to dance down in Missouri while earning that $50.00.<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9O_DruQgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/xfv7V-Oi37I/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+194.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223980938000482818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9O_DruQgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/xfv7V-Oi37I/s320/class+and+Okla+play+194.JPG" border="0" /></a> But she is torn between who she wants to marry. Will talks awful purtie to her, but the peddler man is a smooth talker as well. And oh so handsome!<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9O_qmrrtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/sXqMdPFw3ZI/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+191.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223980948448325330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9O_qmrrtI/AAAAAAAAB3s/sXqMdPFw3ZI/s320/class+and+Okla+play+191.JPG" border="0" /></a> But the peddler man does not fool Aunt Eller. She has him pegged pretty good.<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9O_0OLiuI/AAAAAAAAB30/IF21RGigrjE/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+189.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223980951029910242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9O_0OLiuI/AAAAAAAAB30/IF21RGigrjE/s320/class+and+Okla+play+189.JPG" border="0" /></a> Ado Annie just "Cain't Say No" when a guy asks her for a kiss.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9NnovKkYI/AAAAAAAAB3c/kSdIK0o1C98/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+198.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223979436118544770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH9NnovKkYI/AAAAAAAAB3c/kSdIK0o1C98/s320/class+and+Okla+play+198.JPG" border="0" /></a> But her pa with his shotgun has different ideas. She will marry the man of her dreams!<br />So who does she end up with? Peddler man or Will Parker.<br />How about Curly and Laurey do they get together?<br />This is a love story filled with drama,<br />and violence (to some extent!). The villain Jud is in love<br />with Laurey too. But he is only a field hand, big, tough, rough, and a loner.<br />He lives in the smoke house while he helps Aunt Eller and Laurey run the farm.<br />When Curly comes a callin for Laurey he does not like it. He wants to kill him to keep him away from his girl.<br />This show was outstanding. Caleb enjoyed it as well.<br />There are no more play pictures for it got too dark and you can not take flash photography.<br />But....<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7RDTPu_ZI/AAAAAAAAB28/YR28_cXcOgc/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+207.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842472432434578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7RDTPu_ZI/AAAAAAAAB28/YR28_cXcOgc/s320/class+and+Okla+play+207.JPG" border="0" /></a> After the play we were able to go down and take pictures with the cast.<br />Caleb loved all the cowboys!<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7RD081i5I/AAAAAAAAB3E/lSFrqEVtALc/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842481479977874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7RD081i5I/AAAAAAAAB3E/lSFrqEVtALc/s320/class+and+Okla+play+206.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now the girls.....that was another thing.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7REFFxwMI/AAAAAAAAB3M/LNWGpwZvCFw/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+208.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842485812445378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7REFFxwMI/AAAAAAAAB3M/LNWGpwZvCFw/s320/class+and+Okla+play+208.JPG" border="0" /></a> They loved him, but he was not too sure about that closeness thing.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7REQykvCI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5kcqEV9Ce0o/s1600-h/class+and+Okla+play+211.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223842488953125922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH7REQykvCI/AAAAAAAAB3U/5kcqEV9Ce0o/s320/class+and+Okla+play+211.JPG" border="0" /></a> Oh grandma! Not again, but they are PRETTY!<br />We are going to see Seven Brides for Seven Brothers next.<br />Same cast and another great show.<br />But it is Oklahoma after all, and we are all about the<br />COWBOYS!<br /><br /></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-89215669087501009182008-07-16T23:38:00.002-05:002008-07-16T23:47:35.834-05:00O-K-L-A-H-O-M-A, Oklahoma, O-K<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Oklahoma at Discoveryland</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Well I guess you will be waiting a while longer...</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">my pictures will not down load to blogger.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">But I can't wait to share them</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">with you.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I will try to get pictures</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">posted first thing </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">in the </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">morning!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"></span></strong> </div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">I am really tired after not going to bed until 3:00 this morning.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Plus I did another "photo shoot" this evening.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Not that they are anything to brag about,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">but I am worn out. </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">So early to bed, early to rise,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">make a women ...refreshed!</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;">Goodnight!</span></strong></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-58514125370954471712008-07-16T02:09:00.004-05:002008-07-16T02:23:44.260-05:00Wait For Me<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">OKLAHOMA</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Oklahoma was awesome! I came home and started working on pictures from the play, from class Monday night and then decided to order pictures and start me a portfolio. That consisted of 35 8x10's because they are on special right now. So here it is 2:10 a.m. and I am not in bed YET. My blog posting will have to wait till later this date. We are taking Caleb home (whenever we get up today!) so my posting will be late. So please wait on me, check later and hopefully I will have some cute pictures up and a nice story about our event tonight!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">See ya soon!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">p.s. I bet you can guess what my next blog song is going to be!!!!!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223508815000290626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH2hl4c2xUI/AAAAAAAAB2k/Cn4sIs7GmtU/s320/class+and+Okla+play+167.JPG" border="0" /></span></div><br /><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223508818959790530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH2hmHM38cI/AAAAAAAAB2s/XX6N_oYNdgs/s320/class+and+Okla+play+185.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223508827924721250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SH2hmomR7mI/AAAAAAAAB20/ZZSwU13s6q4/s320/class+and+Okla+play+189.JPG" border="0" /></p>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-11773914437886126852008-07-15T07:51:00.001-05:002008-07-15T08:29:03.635-05:00Zoo Sunday<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Grandparents Season Pass to Fun!</span></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydfbL75GI/AAAAAAAAB1k/5cP7X_EqsnE/s1600-h/003.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydfbL75GI/AAAAAAAAB1k/5cP7X_EqsnE/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We bought a season pass to the Tulsa Zoo this year and had not used it. I got up Sunday morning and it was so nice outside I thought we should go to the zoo. If I had known it was opened at 9:00 we would have been there about 9:30. But I did not know it until about 10:30 and I made everyone get up and get ready to go. (yes, they slept in, I got up with the dogs!)<br />The weather was so nice and cool we were very excited about our day.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHyfnFd9YDI/AAAAAAAAB2c/EDujAYYhhSg/s1600-h/096.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223225161674481714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHyfnFd9YDI/AAAAAAAAB2c/EDujAYYhhSg/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course there were lots of animals to see and Caleb insisted that I take a picture of every single one of them, and some even two or three pictures.</span><br /></p><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHye5-PTqcI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Sx6uSa8ODwM/s1600-h/Tulsa+Zoo+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224386639866306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHye5-PTqcI/AAAAAAAAB2E/Sx6uSa8ODwM/s320/Tulsa+Zoo+051.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:130%;">This is what we went to see. Caleb said he only cared about seeing the zebras. Well we saw three zebras and they put on a show. They were running around kicking and playing with each other and even some other animals in their pasture.</span><br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHye6Gppw8I/AAAAAAAAB2M/3ZkyLicXeq8/s1600-h/075.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223224388897850306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHye6Gppw8I/AAAAAAAAB2M/3ZkyLicXeq8/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Feather Fest was going on so we went to it as well. They had hundreds (and I do mean hundreds) of birds in this enclosure that you can feed. They were very pretty and some were hungry enough to be willing to sit on your head to eat.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223225155165042978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHyfmtN_OSI/AAAAAAAAB2U/bfRUgqhSnFI/s320/079.JPG" border="0" />I loved watching this lady. Isn't she a character...just touched my heart to see her sitting there while her older son went around the exhibit trying to help kids touch or hold a bird. Not sure if they just don't have much of a life, or what their story was, but I thought it made for a neat picture. <div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydfv2wKQI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tcJTfg4ivmo/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydfv2wKQI/AAAAAAAAB1s/tcJTfg4ivmo/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><span style="font-size:130%;">This is <em>our</em> version of "spider man".</span><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydf3nuT9I/AAAAAAAAB10/J3OJ_JwZH5o/s1600-h/023.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydf3nuT9I/AAAAAAAAB10/J3OJ_JwZH5o/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>I love the big ole turtles. They probably have a fancy name that I should know, but for right now it is just a big ole tortoise to me. They don't let you go in and feed or ride them like I remember we used to, but still a neat creature to watch even at a distance.<br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><br /><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydgMMMJyI/AAAAAAAAB18/n1PPUt3-qhI/s1600-h/061.JPG"><img alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHydgMMMJyI/AAAAAAAAB18/n1PPUt3-qhI/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /></a></div>I think this was his favorite thing of the day.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We were disappointed in the Tulsa Zoo. No tigers, elephants, dolphins or lots of other animals. As a child growing up the zoo does not seem to have changed much and I have been gone for 30 years. I am hoping they are working at improving it....a lot. There were just so many animals missing and so many exhibits that need to be improved or updated. They only had one chimpanzee and he/she looked very sad and lonely. I have so many mixed emotions about zoos, but I do feel for the most part they are good. Of all the things that most kids do at a zoo we missed and that is the petting zoo. How in the world that happened I don't know. But there is always next time. We do have season passes for Pete's sake.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">We still have Caleb and Allie went home last Friday night I think. Caleb is spending his time fishing with grandpa and playing with slime that we made. We are going to see the play "Oklahoma" tonight and that should be a blast. It is held outside with live animals and you are suppose to be fed a great meal. So I will have to hold judgement on that till I post tomorrow. I will try to have some pictures of that of course for you. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Hope everyone is having a great week!<br /><br /></div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"></div><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-32305891197182039642008-07-11T23:16:00.004-05:002008-07-11T23:51:18.747-05:00I've Lost My Boy!<div align="center"> <span style="font-size:130%;">And I don't know where to find him!</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxr7AXShI/AAAAAAAABzs/tpiz6Ipctl8/s1600-h/July+11+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221978398579444242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxr7AXShI/AAAAAAAABzs/tpiz6Ipctl8/s320/July+11+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> I have looked high and low, called his name, and just can't find my boy. Have you seen him?</div><div align="center">I miss him so badly, it makes me really sad that he is gone. I wanted to do so much more with him now that his SISTER is gone. Maybe a trip to the zoo, or freshly made popcorn the old fashion way and a movie with grandma/pa, maybe a little somethin' somethin' (ice cream or candy is what I had in mind!)for a special boy... like anything his heart desires!!!! But I guess not since I can't find him...ANY WHERE.<br /></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxsY1nNQI/AAAAAAAABz0/fbVu9I_hYvg/s1600-h/July+11+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221978406587413762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxsY1nNQI/AAAAAAAABz0/fbVu9I_hYvg/s320/July+11+002.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> </a>WHAT!!!! Oh my goodness, there he is hiding in his dog house behind the sofa. What a great place to hide. I would never have thought to look for him there.<br /></p><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxsoMVqOI/AAAAAAAABz8/X6wKOpNAj0s/s1600-h/July+11+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221978410709264610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxsoMVqOI/AAAAAAAABz8/X6wKOpNAj0s/s320/July+11+003.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>This might have been a clue since everyone else seemed to know where he was but me. </p><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxtLlZPxI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Lazw-LRTZ-w/s1600-h/July+11+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221978420209598226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxtLlZPxI/AAAAAAAAB0E/Lazw-LRTZ-w/s320/July+11+008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>And yes, that is SCOOBY DO snacks!!! Oh my gosh, when I found them, </p><p align="center">I knew, I KNEW we had to have them. Every dog loves those Scooby snacks.</p><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxtTXV0OI/AAAAAAAAB0M/aTNa8KdtJng/s1600-h/July+11+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221978422298136802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHgxtTXV0OI/AAAAAAAAB0M/aTNa8KdtJng/s320/July+11+011.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></a>Just the perfect size for a little boy dog's mouth!</p><p align="center">Now that sister is gone Caleb gets all the attention and he loves it.</p><br /><p align="center">So tonight I made popcorn on the stove, watched a movie with a little </p><br /><p align="center">boy and his pillow laying all comfy on grandma's lap.<br /></p><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221983267654803538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHg2HVuZIFI/AAAAAAAAB08/YDM6mTVvyns/s320/July+11+013.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">But also tried to make goo. First I tried to make slime, </div><div align="center">but that "easy to do" recipe did NOT work for me.</div><div align="center">Trash that one and start over.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221983276239675650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHg2H1tL4QI/AAAAAAAAB1E/NhKLJUZ_pic/s320/July+11+016.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">He loved playing in the goo and we now have it in a zip lock baggie</div><div align="center">for safe keeping!!??</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221983281274693538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHg2IIdoJ6I/AAAAAAAAB1M/YixE99KI0eY/s320/July+11+027.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Then....Grandpa found a tree frog.</span></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221983288869344210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHg2IkwVU9I/AAAAAAAAB1c/IaBXflM5fx8/s320/July+11+032.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">He would jump on Caleb and hang on tight.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221983285975750034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHg2IZ-clZI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Wbygm3DxfKw/s320/July+11+031.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">But then again if THAT was waiting on you to fall wouldn't you hang on tight too?</div><div align="center">We are so enjoying our little man, wonder what the rest of the weekend will hold?</div><div align="center">I don't know, but I bet I will post more pictures to tell you about it.</div>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-42690164768060573392008-07-10T23:05:00.004-05:002008-07-10T23:37:58.450-05:00Ok, More Pictures!<div align="center"> <span style="font-size:180%;">I <span style="color:#ff0000;">WARNED</span> YOU!!!</span><br /><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfE6sIwtI/AAAAAAAABy0/sba4lF89S8E/s1600-h/allie+7-10+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606093549519570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfE6sIwtI/AAAAAAAABy0/sba4lF89S8E/s320/allie+7-10+005.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Ok</span>, we first tried to take pictures on the cement bench outdoors. That did not last but about one picture. I was not holding her so she cried. AND CRIED. Good grief.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfFflcAnI/AAAAAAAABy8/6ZKRWXFw9Uc/s1600-h/allie+7-10+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606103453532786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfFflcAnI/AAAAAAAABy8/6ZKRWXFw9Uc/s320/allie+7-10+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mr. Handsome was his charming self, see his <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ouchie</span> on his face. That is his battle wound from shooting fireworks....don't ask me, I don't know why he had his mouth that close.<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfFkqllGI/AAAAAAAABzE/gnd2e2xNaYs/s1600-h/allie+7-10+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606104817308770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfFkqllGI/AAAAAAAABzE/gnd2e2xNaYs/s320/allie+7-10+013.JPG" border="0" /></a> But we had to check out all the flowers....we had just watched The Bee Movie. So we were watching for bees!<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfF5hnZxI/AAAAAAAABzM/sOc4wO76eGw/s1600-h/allie+7-10+051.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606110416824082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfF5hnZxI/AAAAAAAABzM/sOc4wO76eGw/s320/allie+7-10+051.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ok</span>, still a little bit of a red nose, but she is doing better for now. Caleb is bored.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfGtM4cVI/AAAAAAAABzU/b4bpdJmFFps/s1600-h/allie+7-10+052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606124288504146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfGtM4cVI/AAAAAAAABzU/b4bpdJmFFps/s320/allie+7-10+052.JPG" border="0" /></a> Now she is getting silly, and wrinkling that nose. I just LOVE that.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdun5DG-I/AAAAAAAAByM/DlbIf_h5uXA/s1600-h/allie+7-10+024.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221604611034651618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdun5DG-I/AAAAAAAAByM/DlbIf_h5uXA/s320/allie+7-10+024.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mr. Silly, he is almost ALWAYS in a good mood. </div><div align="center">Except today when <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Webkinz</span> World was down, then he cried.<br /></div><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdu88nUTI/AAAAAAAAByU/pSEvF8vN6HM/s1600-h/allie+7-10+025.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221604616686752050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdu88nUTI/AAAAAAAAByU/pSEvF8vN6HM/s320/allie+7-10+025.JPG" border="0" /></a> Still being silly, she just did not want to cooperate.<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdvSFmkxI/AAAAAAAAByc/iTIVRaaxDEI/s1600-h/allie+7-10+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221604622361596690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdvSFmkxI/AAAAAAAAByc/iTIVRaaxDEI/s320/allie+7-10+007.JPG" border="0" /></a> Caleb riding my donkey that is about 35+ years old. </div><div align="center">Maybe even closer to 40-45 years! </div><div align="center">Needs a paint job.<br /></div><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdvz9qVvI/AAAAAAAAByk/LpjZ300NmVo/s1600-h/allie+7-10+057.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221604631455094514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdvz9qVvI/AAAAAAAAByk/LpjZ300NmVo/s320/allie+7-10+057.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a>Here little miss is standing with grandpa for just a second.<br /></p><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdwlUoKwI/AAAAAAAABys/Whu8hILXngQ/s1600-h/allie+7-10+062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221604644704758530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbdwlUoKwI/AAAAAAAABys/Whu8hILXngQ/s320/allie+7-10+062.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"></a> Big guy did not want to be bothered, he was watching TV.</p><p align="center">Or he might be posing for me???</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606766085165714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfsEFIUpI/AAAAAAAABzk/tNptQAl-FX4/s320/allie+7-10+063.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">She has to have the longest tongue of any child.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221606761346439954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHbfrybVGxI/AAAAAAAABzc/3dBTn06oYUI/s320/allie+7-10+060.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">And this picture!!!! Good grief, is this day over yet or what?</p><p align="center">GRANDMA, I NEED A BOTTLE !!!!!</p>Lisa Jhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12881554728710759245noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5091991553888306933.post-85518712968895991312008-07-09T23:58:00.004-05:002008-07-10T00:31:54.163-05:00Quick Pics<div align="center"> We had another 4th! on the 9th</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248976367209378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaR9g9S6I/AAAAAAAABxk/H7i5-ZWBgyM/s320/July+9th+fun+017.JPG" border="0" /><br />We did not get to celebrate Independence Day with Caleb on the 4th, so we did it on the 9th. He had fun shooting different fireworks with us.<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaSfok_3I/AAAAAAAABxs/GGminP3vxpk/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248985525976946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaSfok_3I/AAAAAAAABxs/GGminP3vxpk/s320/July+9th+fun+019.JPG" border="0" /></a> And Zoe likes the fireworks too. In fact, the other two dogs loved it so much we feared they would run up to the fireworks and get hurt. So they had to go back into the house for safety reasons. Otherwise they would have had to wear safety goggles and hearing protections.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaSko9_fI/AAAAAAAABx0/ufiBcqwNvaA/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248986869792242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaSko9_fI/AAAAAAAABx0/ufiBcqwNvaA/s320/July+9th+fun+020.JPG" border="0" /></a> Grandpa and Allie,but she did not want grandpa and was rearing her head backwards trying to get out of his grasp. Guess who she wanted? Yep, ME, GRANDMA!!! (oh I love it!)<br /><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaTGTdtCI/AAAAAAAABx8/N_ONou1Vg_U/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248995906401314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaTGTdtCI/AAAAAAAABx8/N_ONou1Vg_U/s320/July+9th+fun+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Shooting off parachutes in the cul-de-sac with Zoe watching carefully.<br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaTVUSsBI/AAAAAAAAByE/-qUUce7ALJA/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+034.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248999936405522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWaTVUSsBI/AAAAAAAAByE/-qUUce7ALJA/s320/July+9th+fun+034.JPG" border="0" /></a> And my first attempt at night fireworks. Ok, not the best, but not bad considering how long it took for me to just get this shot and two others. This was the best of the three. Yes, I need more practice.<br /><div><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZhnuSpiI/AAAAAAAABxE/o1o4Ky9zMwc/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248145883833890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZhnuSpiI/AAAAAAAABxE/o1o4Ky9zMwc/s320/July+9th+fun+009.JPG" border="0" /></a> Here is just a picture of Caleb while he was waiting for the next event to occur. You know when you stay with grandma you just get to do things you may not get to do at home. I was making homemade shortcake and strawberries (are you drooling Cara?) and Caleb said he did not want my shortcake. So I was trying to show him what all we do with <strong><em>our </em></strong>shortcakes and strawberries.<br /><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZh1WVV5I/AAAAAAAABxM/wqz3wbrW0Zw/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+010.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248149541443474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZh1WVV5I/AAAAAAAABxM/wqz3wbrW0Zw/s320/July+9th+fun+010.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yes, the rabid dog look. You must add whip cream to the strawberries and if you have the kind that come out of the can, then you MUST FILL the mouth up first and taste it. You just have to.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZieaddcI/AAAAAAAABxU/fr7J2aM1Kqo/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248160564606402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZieaddcI/AAAAAAAABxU/fr7J2aM1Kqo/s320/July+9th+fun+011.JPG" border="0" /></a> Of course when you try to close your mouth or laugh, the whip cream comes out. Good catch Caleb! Now you can still eat it.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZik63F3I/AAAAAAAABxc/m9Mu76VbbpY/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221248162311116658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWZik63F3I/AAAAAAAABxc/m9Mu76VbbpY/s320/July+9th+fun+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />And guess who did NOT want to be left out of the fun. I bet her mother would die knowing I gave her a squirt of whip cream right in the mouth. Well, most of it went in the mouth. She loved it and laughed. I might have created a little monster with this!<br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYpEWVIKI/AAAAAAAABwc/yF1GC57swRw/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+001.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247174315417762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYpEWVIKI/AAAAAAAABwc/yF1GC57swRw/s320/July+9th+fun+001.JPG" border="0" /></a> But if I did, then look at my little monster. She is just getting so big and so cute. I love being around her, she loves for me to rock her and hold her, and play on the computer with her, play her webkinz with her, and just about anything with grandma. I will tell you I love it. <br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYpksNTlI/AAAAAAAABwk/iE9Zczmj4HI/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247182997114450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYpksNTlI/AAAAAAAABwk/iE9Zczmj4HI/s320/July+9th+fun+002.JPG" border="0" /></a> I could not get one single good shot of her. I tried, and tried, but nope. She would not hold still long enough for me to hardly snap a shot off.<br /><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYp9VfCKI/AAAAAAAABws/vVNdkiVgxYM/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+004.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247189612693666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYp9VfCKI/AAAAAAAABws/vVNdkiVgxYM/s320/July+9th+fun+004.JPG" border="0" /></a> Just one of her funny faces. She will wrinkle her nose up at me and snort. I laugh at her, she just makes me so happy to have her around. I need to feel the joy and she certainly gives it to me.<br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYqA_xzhI/AAAAAAAABw0/CC-6N5MG23E/s1600-h/July+9th+fun+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247190595390994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYqA_xzhI/AAAAAAAABw0/CC-6N5MG23E/s320/July+9th+fun+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /> This is how she crawls. No knees on the ground. On her hands and feet. She will stand right up out in the middle of the floor. I thought that came after they start walking. I thought they pulled up to the sofa and then walked around it or the coffee table and then walked with standing up in the middle of the floor coming last. She will be anywhere and will just stand up and stand there. Once in a while she might think about moving her little feet, but then she just sits down. I bet it won't be long and this little stinker will be walking. I don't want her to, but I just have a feeling.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221247199017552594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_KHbeNbldkBQ/SHWYqgXxytI/AAAAAAAABw8/TH48WK_ob8Q/s320/July+9th+fun+006.JPG" border="0" />Oh,don't let that innocent look fool you for one minute. She is sweet, loud, demanding, loving, and a wonderful grand daughter that I don't have much time with. I want every minute with her and Caleb I can get. It will be gone soon enough and I just don't want it to happen. Maybe I will have another one by the time they leave???? Beth??? TJ???? Who's next?<br /><div></div></div></div>