tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70988047459892638142009-07-09T17:24:08.461-07:00Oh! That's gonna leave a markDaily...well when I can, thoughts from my life as a mom , a wife, as an American, as a woman.Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.comBlogger390125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-62336379586593808812009-07-03T19:57:00.001-07:002009-07-03T20:02:23.906-07:00Happy Birthday U.S.A.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk7FZB1VjpI/AAAAAAAAAiw/C0wRpO_5_9E/s1600-h/DSCF1699.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 232px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk7FZB1VjpI/AAAAAAAAAiw/C0wRpO_5_9E/s320/DSCF1699.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354434040769646226" /></a><br /><br /><br />Happy 4th of July Everyone!<br /><br />We threw a few steaks on the grill tonight because we are loaded and ready to go...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk7FZTqnSqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HTU5V5xEQ3g/s1600-h/DSCF1710.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk7FZTqnSqI/AAAAAAAAAi4/HTU5V5xEQ3g/s320/DSCF1710.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354434045556509346" /></a><br />for tomorrow :)<br />in my mini-van of the high desert.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk7FZjN0p0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/bYQLEMx5fEY/s1600-h/DSCF1716.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk7FZjN0p0I/AAAAAAAAAjA/bYQLEMx5fEY/s320/DSCF1716.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354434049730717506" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-6233637958659380881?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-57913506584877380582009-07-03T15:17:00.001-07:002009-07-03T15:20:09.579-07:00Tired dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk6DqyBs5KI/AAAAAAAAAio/g9R5EVevnVA/s1600-h/DSCF1682.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sk6DqyBs5KI/AAAAAAAAAio/g9R5EVevnVA/s320/DSCF1682.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354361777996752034" /></a><br />What happens after a day of<a href="http://ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-dog.html"> swimming</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-5791350658487738058?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-51659891052895510352009-07-01T17:43:00.000-07:002009-07-01T17:51:42.073-07:00How long until the DVD?I rarely go to see movies at the theatre. I am too cheap. <br />Occasionally, we go to the drive-in, because it is a bargain. That's when we see "family" shows. I would like to see the Johnny Depp movie, Public Enemies, but I don't think it would be family viewing, so I will have to wait until the DVD is released.<br />I hope to hit the drive-in tomorrow night for Ice Age 3, but I'm not sure if Stuntman has Friday off of work. We have barely seen him since he returned home from his 2 week business trip. <br />On a side note, my grandfather was taken in by the authorities because he was mistaken for John Dillinger when Dillinger was a fugitive. Luckily, they soon realized their mistake even with the strong resemblance.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-5165989105289551035?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-23711213756593445502009-06-30T09:51:00.000-07:002009-06-30T10:11:23.588-07:00An Evening Out<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SkpCzPFMnDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eLIlHlz0qvI/s1600-h/DSCF1673.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SkpCzPFMnDI/AAAAAAAAAiY/eLIlHlz0qvI/s320/DSCF1673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353164555072347186" /></a><br />I brought these cute little chocolates home from dinner last night. You may or may not be able to tell, but they are from the Reagan Presidential Library. The chocolates were placed on top of the dessert, but since they were so cute, I needed to bring them home to show the girls. Then they ate them.<br />I was lucky enough to be invited by a friend to the Reagan Library yesterday for an event. Mike Huckabee was there for a book signing. We arrived in time to hear his speech. I really enjoyed listening to him. The content was spot on and laced with just the right amount of humor. All of the "change" going on right now is overwhelming to me. It was rejuvenating to be in a room full of people that believe in the conservative movement. Optimists that believe that America's best days are not behind us, but ahead of us.<br />After the speech, and Q&A session, dinner was served and we ate in the shadow of Air Force One. The view from the library is amazing and dinner began just as sunset began. Perfect. Timing. I wanted to lick my plate, but didn't, because I am sure that may have been inappropriate... even though the food was delicious.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SkpFtJh5ioI/AAAAAAAAAig/sxPXaFQv_MA/s1600-h/DSCF1677.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SkpFtJh5ioI/AAAAAAAAAig/sxPXaFQv_MA/s320/DSCF1677.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353167749037787778" /></a><br /><br />I'm trying to wrangle tickets to attend the upcoming event with Condoleezza Rice.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-2371121375659344550?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-86950733293376716122009-06-28T22:24:00.000-07:002009-06-28T22:24:02.298-07:00Happy Dog<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Skb-pPtdynI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/7hc159mpILw/s1600-h/DSCF1639.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Skb-pPtdynI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/7hc159mpILw/s320/DSCF1639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352245191721732722" /></a><br />Roxie Dog in her element.<br />She really thinks that she is a labrador.<br />Ever seen those dog competitions where the dogs (usually yellow labs) fly into the water after a toy and compete for distance? In her younger years, Roxie dreamed of that... well she would have if she knew about it.<br />Now, with her bad hips, she slowly enters the water and swims around... followed by standing on the step and smiling.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-8695073329337671612?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-64189669256469109322009-06-27T22:14:00.000-07:002009-06-27T22:32:51.499-07:00Not Hideous, maybe.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Skb8uDk7NNI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-RrkZ4slWqA/s1600-h/DSCF1649.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Skb8uDk7NNI/AAAAAAAAAiI/-RrkZ4slWqA/s320/DSCF1649.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352243075340776658" /></a><br />I promised photos of the cake. It didn't turn out like I had pictured in my head, but it isn't all that hideous.<br />I know it will be tasty, and I know E3 will enjoy it. <br />It is a two-layer 9x13 cake, one layer is vanilla, one is chocolate. There in another half layer for the "hill". All of it is covered in chocolate frosting and crushed cookies. <a href="http://bakerella.blogspot.com/2007/12/red-velvet-cake-balls.html">Cake ball</a> (same method as link, different flavor) boulders and chocolate rocks are an attempt at a dry river bed, something that E3 is familiar with when we drive the sand rail in the high desert.<br />I hope it lasts until the party, because I have a feeling that there may be a few missing rocks and boulders by cake time.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-6418966925646910932?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-2585126035030837222009-06-24T22:48:00.000-07:002009-06-24T22:57:32.484-07:00Time Flies<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SkMRlQUZJoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PD-xOCrUiu4/s1600-h/DSCF1608.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SkMRlQUZJoI/AAAAAAAAAiA/PD-xOCrUiu4/s320/DSCF1608.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351140113979614850" /></a><br />E3 turned 3 today.<br />I can hardly believe that it has been THREE years since I rushed to the hospital just in time for E3's birth. Stuntman arrived just in time for the delivery. <br />He is such a fun little guy. Fun to watch, fun to play with, fun to speak with. <br />He's a little obsessed with monster trucks and MarioKart Wii at the moment, but he is always up for playing in the sandbox. At least until his "stomach barks" saying that it is time to eat. <br />He adores his sisters and they adore him, although he occasionally plays the role of annoying little brother.<br />Happy Birthday my little man.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-258512603503083722?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-76912769608263660882009-06-22T17:43:00.000-07:002009-06-22T17:44:09.166-07:00Uncanny<object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsGR83Imoto&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IsGR83Imoto&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-7691276960826366088?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-85848959715465198962009-06-16T18:01:00.000-07:002009-06-16T19:26:13.583-07:00School's outNow it's time to plan the summer. It doesn't look like we will have an out-of-town vacation this year. Stuntman will be away to the home office for training a few times during the summer. He left today for two weeks as well. We stuck a Father's Day card in his luggage. Hopefully, he won't open it until then.<br />It finally feels like summer here. It has been cool and drizzly for a couple weeks, but now it has been sunny for almost two days. I was enjoying the cool weather because I know that we will have PLENTY of 100 degree days in the near future.<br />Just the usual going on around here. Prepping for a big birthday party for E3. He's never had one. E3 missed having the big first-birthday-bash that we had for each of the girls because Stuntman was deployed at the time. The 2nd birthday was just after Stuntman returned home, he wasn't in the mood for a lot of visitors at the house. I have some things together for the party, but still a lot to do. I have a vision of the monster truck cake that I will be making, I hope that I can create it in cake form.<br />There will be photos... unless it is hideous.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-8584895971546519896?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-12547022339051337902009-06-09T16:53:00.000-07:002009-06-09T17:00:45.804-07:00So ProudKindergarten Graduation... not something that I did when I was six. We just went into first grade.<br />E2's Kinder Promotion Ceremony was great. All the kids in little cap and gowns ... adorable.<br />They began the ceremony with the kids introducing themselves and saying what they want to be when they grow up. There were several veterinarians, a rocket scientist, a boxer, a couple ice skaters among others. E2 said "I want to be a Mom that works at home". Big applause followed. I guess that she figured it out a lot earlier than I did. It certainly wasn't what I had planned, but it truly is the best job in the world... sometimes the most frustrating, but also the most rewarding.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-1254702233905133790?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-9402274275721566912009-06-06T11:48:00.000-07:002009-06-06T11:54:41.062-07:00PrioritiesIt's been raining here for the last few days. Just a shower here and there, cloudy skies and thunder now and then. I like it. <br />With no outside play, E3 and I have played the Wii together. He is a bit obsessed with Mario Kart.<br /><br />E3 doesn't use a toilet, but he can kick my butt in Mario Kart Wii. seriously.<br /><br />He just finished ahead of E1... the reigning champion of the house. <br /><br />He can't drive a real car for 13 years. Oh boy.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-940227427572156691?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-30384770121380032392009-05-31T00:19:00.000-07:002009-05-31T00:53:43.684-07:00And she's SixWe asked E2 what she wanted to do for her birthday, and she chose Legoland. The last time we were there was during Stuntman's <a href="http://ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com/2008/03/legoland-take-2.html">leave</a>. It was Saturday, so of course, it was <a href="http://ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com/2008/03/were-griswolds.html">open</a>.<br />For a Saturday, the crowds were completely bearable. I can't handle the crowds at Disneyland. It's tough to stand in line for 45 minutes for a 2 minute ride with three small kids. Legoland had lines today, but nothing crazy. We were able to go on everything that we wanted except one of the new rides that had a 45 minute wait. I purchased the tickets at the school's silent auction recently, so it wasn't as expensive as it could have been. It's one of those "spend money to save money" things.<br />We picked up a flat of strawberries on the way home. The strawberries from roadside stands in California are so delicious, nothing like what you can buy at a grocery store. <br />E1 is making the birthday cake for tomorrow. No big party, just E2's uncles are coming over for cake after mass and breakfast in the morning. <br />E2 was so excited about her birthday last night. Stuntman and I were snuggling on the sofa watching TV a little after midnight last night when E2 wandered out of the bedroom. She said "it's my birthday" with a big smile. I guided her back to bed and chatted with her for a little bit before she went back to sleep. I can't believe that she is 6 already.<br /><br />A couple days ago I was in the ER checking to see if I had broken a bone. ( I had not, just badly bruised and swollen) <br />While there, I flashed back to an ER trip that I had when I was 4-5 months pregnant with E2. I had a little spotting and a friend brought me in to be evaluated. (Stuntman was out of town at the time). While I was waiting to be seen, I hemorrhaged. A. Lot. I remember seeing "D&C?" written on the board at the nurses station next to my name. The doctor sent me home after evaluating me and I was to come back in the morning for another evaluation. He said that there was a 50%+ chance that I would lose the baby during the night and prepare myself for that. I bled for about a week until the placenta healed. <br />I'm going to go give E2 a kiss on her forehead right now as she sleeps.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-3038477012138003239?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-24042031175407310532009-05-25T12:38:00.000-07:002009-05-25T12:44:02.374-07:00Memorial Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Shrz3ePZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAh0/e3YLOuqO7BE/s1600-h/IMG_1975.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Shrz3ePZ4iI/AAAAAAAAAh0/e3YLOuqO7BE/s320/IMG_1975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339848442537173538" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thank You</span><br /><br /><br /><br />"A hero is someone who has given his or her life to something bigger than oneself" <br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Joseph Campbell</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-2404203117540731053?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-66744849502092085922009-05-23T10:47:00.000-07:002009-05-23T13:35:17.904-07:00Before and AfterHere are the Before and After photos of the house.<br />We absolutely love the final result. Due to the structure of the house in certain areas, we needed to modify the design here and there but the end result works perfectly!<br />The soapstone countertop is beautiful. Soapstone is a little different and took a little to get used to, but the pros so far outweigh any cons. Others may have other opinions, but hey, it's my kitchen. For example... soapstone is softer than granite. it scratches pretty easily. Most scratches disappear with a touch of mineral oil. Bigger ones can just be sanded away. It may be softer than granite, but it is less porous. That is what sold me on soapstone in the first place. Non-porous means no bacteria hiding in microscopic holes on the surface. It means no stains. So far the following items have <span style="font-style:italic;">not</span> stained the countertop (some experiments were accidental, others not) ; bleach, paint, coffee, wine, berries, glue, vinegar. All without needing to seal the countertop with some nasty chemical sealer.<br /><br />BEFORE<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhcB63LylI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_XdQSuimKbo/s1600-h/DSCF1243.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhcB63LylI/AAAAAAAAAhE/_XdQSuimKbo/s320/DSCF1243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339118546298063442" /></a><br />AFTER<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhcCItTftI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yyxG9LkHBec/s1600-h/DSCF1480.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhcCItTftI/AAAAAAAAAhM/yyxG9LkHBec/s320/DSCF1480.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339118550014721746" /></a><br /><br />BEFORE<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhckeJoE3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/OOCHBKDScT4/s1600-h/DSCF1247.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhckeJoE3I/AAAAAAAAAhc/OOCHBKDScT4/s320/DSCF1247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339119139886207858" /></a><br /><br />AFTER<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhceSK72KI/AAAAAAAAAhU/s1_g0pBq8xM/s1600-h/DSCF1474.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/ShhceSK72KI/AAAAAAAAAhU/s1_g0pBq8xM/s320/DSCF1474.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339119033591257250" /></a><br /><br />BEFORE<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Shhc-s780tI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zSy25OBkywU/s1600-h/DSCF1248.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Shhc-s780tI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zSy25OBkywU/s320/DSCF1248.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339119590531977938" /></a><br /><br /><br />AFTER<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Shhc-kelPTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ex9lvOTDFjE/s1600-h/DSCF1482.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Shhc-kelPTI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Ex9lvOTDFjE/s320/DSCF1482.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339119588261313842" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-6674484950209208592?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-55455490866635215882009-05-09T17:56:00.000-07:002009-05-09T18:23:02.211-07:00Unaccompanied tripI enjoyed my Mother's day gift today. I didn't ask for much. All I wanted is whatever the girls brought home from school in secrecy and a couple hours to go to the mall... alone. <br />I had a Macy's gift card that I received when I attended the Ellen show about a week ago. Who knew that they were also having a sale today? Apparently everyone else did. The place was packed and I spent more time in line than I did shopping. It was early in the day and the entire mall was packed! This mall has recently finished ANOTHER major add-on... and it is still packed. Recession... really?<br />Anyhoo... I found some fancy high-heels and some fat-squishing undergarments to accompany my little black dress that I plan to wear to an upcoming event. I also found two cute summery shirts on the clearance rack. I had $7 left on the $100 gift card, so I picked up an acrylic pitcher that will be perfect for margaritas by the pool. I spent less than $7 out-of-pocket, whew!<br />Now I can go another 12-24 months without stepping foot in a mall. I can't handle it. It would be bearable if it was empty... but I don't think it ever is.<br /><br />My kitchen is basically finished, just waiting for crown moulding. Pictures will be uploaded as soon as the finishing touches are complete. I absolutely love my new kitchen/dining/living room. It is very functional... plus it it exactly my style. <br /><br />Did you know that black or brown photo frames are a fraction of the cost of white ones? I didn't. Ten white wood photo frames in various sizes would have cost me around $100, but the same frames in black, plus paint, cost only $40.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-5545549086663521588?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-58566632541277876992009-04-19T10:03:00.000-07:002009-04-19T10:13:08.735-07:00Just in TimeOur yearly car registrations just arrived. We are lucky enough to have them due <i>after</i> the increase that the California lawmakers enacted. Lucky us. We have a few cars; my minivan, Stuntman's work car and his pickup truck. The RV registration should arrive any day. I estimate that it'll cost us $500-800 more this year. They say it's based on the value of the vehicle. I need to find out how they are calculating that value. <br />PLUS we just received the first of the off-road registrations. The fee DOUBLED. yes, DOUBLED... FOR <i>EACH</i> OFF-ROAD VEHICLE. An old dirt-bike that has a yearly registration that is the same amount that it is worth. Great. We can afford to pay the increases, I'll cut back somewhere. Can't be my clothing budget, that is already at about $10/month. <br />The off-road thing really ticks me off... it's not as if there isn't a fee from the government when you ride on public land as well. ugh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-5856663254127787699?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-53071905142352365182009-04-16T00:16:00.000-07:002009-04-16T07:11:33.637-07:00Still ringing<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-28bade4ba9758672" 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%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb-5OdH7YwjxvDjpUYlEval8RIKg8MDXn0KIEfpZMtXiTJ7ZaI337WrM8-Z_tCBDgzlgmg71Whm3bQy-auqRQHqn7hUfcnm9Dl6iu01R006skjDg-hpeWTumft_tcRBdHwmAOgXiwHfdFHJr28G6nhULfgFPJe7p0X5yeLJ6FPafkQKKe-mhtSjo6U7ajtwc7IexKoLtwh2Z4zf5j5SyBIbv%26sigh%3D_NarxUPhxuvXhpH85_TCeDZN3LE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28bade4ba9758672%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DbJhAPoqKjOhG2jqj_D2blQOEDN4&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%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb-5OdH7YwjxvDjpUYlEval8RIKg8MDXn0KIEfpZMtXiTJ7ZaI337WrM8-Z_tCBDgzlgmg71Whm3bQy-auqRQHqn7hUfcnm9Dl6iu01R006skjDg-hpeWTumft_tcRBdHwmAOgXiwHfdFHJr28G6nhULfgFPJe7p0X5yeLJ6FPafkQKKe-mhtSjo6U7ajtwc7IexKoLtwh2Z4zf5j5SyBIbv%26sigh%3D_NarxUPhxuvXhpH85_TCeDZN3LE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;nogvlm=1&amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D28bade4ba9758672%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DbJhAPoqKjOhG2jqj_D2blQOEDN4&amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object><br />I can still hear the honking in my ears. This is just a 13 second video of our time at one of the local Tea Parties today. <br />I have no idea how many people were there. All I know is that I was surprised at how many there were.<br />I only saw one person drive by with the thumbs down (a young blonde chick). Almost every driver had their thumbs up and their horn honking when driving by the demonstration. Male, female, white, black, hispanic, asian, old, or young... it didn't matter. <br />I don't object to paying taxes. I have never failed to pay them and I don't take any "questionable" deductions. (unlike so many politicians) The demonstrations were about more than just taxes. They were about the current direction that the government is heading and the waste of our tax dollars.<br />Here in California people are very upset about the sales tax hike (9.25% in LA) and the car registration fee increase.<br />We had a conversation with E2 today regarding taxes and she just didn't get it. Why would someone take some of your money just because you worked for it? We tried to explain it... just a blank stare is what we received.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-5307190514235236518?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-34207373014622636882009-04-14T09:18:00.000-07:002009-04-14T09:22:38.895-07:00Decisions<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SeS3lKc1FMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kAWZKZEiL4E/s1600-h/DSCF1440.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SeS3lKc1FMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/kAWZKZEiL4E/s320/DSCF1440.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324582508547085506" /></a><br />Three choices for the accent color in the kitchen;<br />1. Armored Steel<br />2. Greenland<br />3. Windrock<br /><br />The main color of the dining area and living room is called Desert Suede.<br />I'll give you one guess... what was Stuntman's choice for the accent color?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-3420737301462263688?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-27266855931171191872009-04-12T01:00:00.000-07:002009-04-12T01:00:00.624-07:00HE IS RISEN<font size="5"><center><font color=lightgreen>Happy </font color=lightgreen><br /><br /><font color=pink>Easter </font color=pink><br /><br /><font color=lightblue>Everyone!</font color=lightblue></center></font><br /><br />May everyone have a joyous Easter. This is the first time in three years that Stuntman has been home on Easter, so it will be a joyous one here.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-2726685593117119187?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-76063233949164353482009-04-11T08:00:00.001-07:002009-04-11T08:19:27.425-07:00Dreams and Ice Cream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SeCwuL9OmjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Giy24-ixNbI/s1600-h/DSCF1433.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SeCwuL9OmjI/AAAAAAAAAfU/Giy24-ixNbI/s320/DSCF1433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323449067081996850" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SeCwt22arPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QoRGUROVYfQ/s1600-h/DSCF1430.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SeCwt22arPI/AAAAAAAAAfM/QoRGUROVYfQ/s320/DSCF1430.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323449061416283378" /></a><br />Yesterday, the cabinetmaker and his guys installed most of the doors and the crown moulding. It is now officially my dream kitchen. It would be fine with me as is... but I'm sure that it will be even nicer with the walls smooth and painted and the floors something other than old vinyl or sub-floor.<br />E1 and I were admiring the kitchen when I said that I must be dreaming. She reminded me that if I was dreaming, everything would be back into the cabinets. Soooooo, I spent a few hours deciding where everything belonged and filling the cabinets.<br /><br />During our hail storm yesterday, just after all of the workers left, the contractor stopped by with a few quarts of ice cream from <a href="http://mashtimalone.com/">Mashti Malone's</a>. He had told us before of their rose water ice cream, so he decided to bring us a gift for Easter. Seriously, what a nice guy. The ice cream was delicious. I had never heard of the place before, but I'm sure that I will be visiting in the future. He brought rose water ice cream and also faloudeh. The two flavors together along with a splash of lemon juice on top was delicious. I think the faloudeh is a sorbet, it doesn't say on the package, and it isn't on their website. It tastes a bit like tapioca pudding.<br /><br />Stuntman is home. Life is good.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-7606323394916435348?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-64877403087278923102009-04-03T22:44:00.000-07:002009-04-03T22:48:12.442-07:00I needed google mapsYou know those "Live Traffic Feed" things on some blogs? These are pretty interesting to see a live shot of who is looking at your site, but I always wonder how they peg me coming from somewhere not even near where I live. Yes, it's in California, but not that close. Probably 20 million people between me and there. huh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-6487740308727892310?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-60578330645448565532009-04-03T21:32:00.000-07:002009-04-03T21:50:22.655-07:00I almost cried a little<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SdbjMRJ9s2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1t8EiJ8tS1A/s1600-h/DSCF1350.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SdbjMRJ9s2I/AAAAAAAAAe8/1t8EiJ8tS1A/s320/DSCF1350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320689809687950178" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SdbjMekXqbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Fs02vaYsdP4/s1600-h/DSCF1355_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/SdbjMekXqbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/Fs02vaYsdP4/s320/DSCF1355_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320689813288364466" /></a><br /><br />Now my kitchen, although it has no running water, is officially nicer than any kitchen that I thought that I would ever have.<br />The fabricators arrived today with my countertops and they are gorgeous. I am so glad that I didn't listen to everyone... and I mean everyone, when they said "why don't you just get granite?" The soapstone is perfect. I love the feel of it. The top photo is what it looks like dry, and the bottom photo is after a coat of oil. No nasty, toxic sealant needed. Just an occasional coat of food grade mineral oil to bring out the color and hasten the natural darkening of the stone. <br /><br />The garden is full of tiny sprouts. E3 assisted me with transplanting the baby radishes today. The seeds sprout in clumps and need to be spread out in order to grow, so we did that today with dozens of tiny little radishes. All the while, E3 talking to the little plants, putting them in their "dirt bed" with a "dirt pillow".<br /><br />Yesterday, E2 spent a couple hours sobbing and missing her daddy. E1 was a wreck the night before he left, but it took a few days for it to hit E2. E3 just thinks that daddy is in his office on the other side of the house half of the time. This is the first time Stuntman has been gone for more than a day since he redeployed and it's breaking his heart to be away from us, even though it's only for two weeks. One down, one to go.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-6057833064544856553?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-60776767415193091042009-03-30T13:39:00.000-07:002009-03-30T13:42:05.072-07:00Did I mention?My mom is on a flight to CA as I type. She is coming out for my birthday (today) her birthday (Wednesday) and Easter.<br />Stuntman is leaving tomorrow for the corporate home office until Good Friday. The two trips just happened to coincide... Stuntman didn't know he was leaving until recently.<br />I hope my mom doesn't mind the mess!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-6077676741519309104?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-33556079272668228692009-03-29T08:06:00.000-07:002009-03-29T08:28:15.828-07:00Making progress<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sc-PNq1Vv0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/USyHX0rCLXk/s1600-h/DSCF1335.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sc-PNq1Vv0I/AAAAAAAAAe0/USyHX0rCLXk/s320/DSCF1335.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318627149946928962" /></a><br />A lot of progress has been made on the remodel. Nothing fancy, and it's still a mess, but progress has been made. The engineer came back with a plan, so the guys have been working on the sheer wall (pictured above) and giant bolts that go into the foundation at several (6?) places. These bolts are as tall as I am and they go through the floor and into the foundation. Construction is so much simpler in places that the earth doesn't shake. Earthquakes have never really affected this neighborhood in the past, but there is always a chance. We're much more likely to be in the path of a brush fire. Isn't California great?<br />Seriously, I love it here... my neighbors are awesome, the weather is amazing, and everything (beach, mountains, desert, Disneyland) is within an hour drive. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sc-PNd9BTOI/AAAAAAAAAes/RbLK2S1SvnA/s1600-h/DSCF1334.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sc-PNd9BTOI/AAAAAAAAAes/RbLK2S1SvnA/s320/DSCF1334.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318627146489482466" /></a><br />You may not be able to tell, my my new dining room is taking shape. What was once a GIANT laundry room, is on its way to become a dining room. The patio door or lights aren't in yet, so it will look a lot less like a cave soon. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sc-PNPXH22I/AAAAAAAAAek/F-o1lHIXMPM/s1600-h/DSCF1332.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a9xHzPLkJyc/Sc-PNPXH22I/AAAAAAAAAek/F-o1lHIXMPM/s320/DSCF1332.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318627142572432226" /></a><br />My kitchen is about the same, except most of the cabinets are in, including the island. I've always wanted an island. I also found a pot rack on Craigslist, yea!<br />Countertops should be in place in a few days. That island is big enough to roll out some serious lefse!<br /><br />My contractor and his crew are amazing! What a wonderful bunch of guys. Last week, I had a truckload of soil delivered for my seriously undernourished garden. Two of the men were awaiting delivery of materials before they began work for the day. When I began the task of bringing wheelbarrows full of dirt into the backyard, they helped. Not only did they help, they did almost all of the work! I'm talking 6 cubic yards of topsoil into the backyard that is on a slight uphill. I was planning to take 2 days to do it myself! They weren't being paid to haul dirt... they just happened to arrive a bit early for the job. They wouldn't take anything for their trouble, but I think they will be by in a couple months for some fresh tomatoes.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-3355607927266822869?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7098804745989263814.post-71464984023176724972009-03-17T23:53:00.000-07:002009-03-18T00:01:20.603-07:00HuntingIt seems as though having gaping holes in your home during a remodel may invite unwanted guests.<br />Stuntman and I were in the kitchen chatting and out of the corner of my eye, I saw something looking at me from an exposed rafter. It saw me and scurried back further into the attic.<br />Stuntman didn't see it, and thought that maybe my eyes were playing tricks on me.<br /><br />I was upstairs typing and heard the airsoft rifle on full-auto in the attic. No luck, because the battery is low. It's currently on the charger.<br />We just heard one of the two large traps go off. Empty.<br />I think we may borrow one of the neighbor's cats. Maybe the one that caught the rabbit in our backyard yesterday.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7098804745989263814-7146498402317672497?l=ohthatsgonnaleaveamark.blogspot.com'/></div>Susanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00529235125681847574noreply@blogger.com2