<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 30 Dec 2009 12:15:44 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Ethington's</title><description></description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5607237762600672417</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2008 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-28T07:51:43.441-07:00</atom:updated><title>Fun Weekends!</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091824190055506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMJnYCZFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/A6VwbC5FMKM/s320/DSCN3396.JPG" border="0" /&gt; I am desperately trying to pull myself to the computer to post more, but lately I hate the computer and can’t stand the Internet. This feeling exists because of several reasons one my computer is alarming slow (which I should get checked out), it hurts my eyes, and I seem to be a lot more busy lately. However despite my negative attitude towards it I will soldier on for that sake of memories. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091810233901026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMIzYoX-I/AAAAAAAAA50/AVPorWc5hVI/s320/DSCN3390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092567116968514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwM02_nckI/AAAAAAAAA6s/MadwTBsGbtU/s320/DSCN3423.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092549092754626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMzz2TxMI/AAAAAAAAA6c/ki21xcNKNPA/s320/DSCN3417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092556927399602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwM0RCO9rI/AAAAAAAAA6k/4aCZwoslJDc/s320/DSCN3421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091820391175330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMJZOUFKI/AAAAAAAAA58/kcbFvyssapQ/s320/DSCN3392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that, that is off my chest I will be more pleasant. I had the wonderful opportunity to participate in the Zoo Walk this past Saturday. The walk helped raised money for Autism research. Weston had so many supporters and awesome groupies. I have to admit we had the coolest shirts out of any group (thanks Giselle). Although the walk was short being that it is only 1.1 miles around the zoo, it was so neat to see all the supporters. I am so grateful to my family and friends that came out to support such an important cause. It is always helpful to have life’s purposes refocused at times. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092591519396322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwM2R5m8eI/AAAAAAAAA68/CuvMZiqe5Jk/s320/DSCN3414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091847472035650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMK-G5N0I/AAAAAAAAA6U/LWRMuj2Tx24/s320/DSCN3407.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259091841848647794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMKpKLIHI/AAAAAAAAA6M/AQHApdKLf-M/s320/DSCN3403.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to say thank you Chari, for being such an advocate and involving me as well as opening my eyes along with many others to such important issues. If I could just say I have the most amazing sister! Not only is she the sweetest most humble person I know, she is an amazing mother and aunt. My sister is so proactive it amazes me and I can only hope to be more like her. I love talking to her and listening to all the information she holds in her brain. I am lucky to have you as family. I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092988814175602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwNNZ8ELXI/AAAAAAAAA7E/HXCfZueXTHk/s320/DSCN3385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the second part of my post the SYTYCD concert. I lacked in pictures due to the fact that I never charge my camera. So my lovely photographer friend Tricia took the majority of the pictures. It was so much fun and we stood out like a sore thumb, which is exactly what we wanted. We all had shirts made the night before that spelled “WE Love S Y T Y C D”, they were awesome. It was so much fun and the concert was GREAT! My vocal cords were killing me from screaming so long and loud. Tricia’s wonderful husband Jared even got us Twitch glasses, for those of you who don’t know they are glasses with no lenses. Thanks Jared!! I don’t want to go into too much detail but some other highlights of the night were an incriminating picture some one took and a two really nice female who TRIED to cut off Tricia, it was classic! It was so much fun can’t wait until next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z39XtV7I/AAAAAAAAA8M/5Cko3jxrY0s/s1600-h/DSC_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z36ss9lI/AAAAAAAAA8U/haT2YCl5EFU/s1600-h/DSC_0522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669863255570002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z36ss9lI/AAAAAAAAA8U/haT2YCl5EFU/s320/DSC_0522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z4qdkiyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/I4WkLAm6KU4/s1600-h/DSC_0523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669876077005602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z4qdkiyI/AAAAAAAAA8c/I4WkLAm6KU4/s320/DSC_0523.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z421kqeI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YZT4xsWTXBc/s1600-h/DSC_0494.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669879398902242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z421kqeI/AAAAAAAAA8k/YZT4xsWTXBc/s320/DSC_0494.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPa_RVvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/AKh09TA9ejE/s1600-h/DSC_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669167548749554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPa_RVvI/AAAAAAAAA7c/AKh09TA9ejE/s320/DSC_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPX8fLzI/AAAAAAAAA7k/X7JfhouBjRs/s1600-h/DSC_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669166731767602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPX8fLzI/AAAAAAAAA7k/X7JfhouBjRs/s320/DSC_0370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPiWHb0I/AAAAAAAAA7s/FG6tZsiARpQ/s1600-h/DSC_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669169523617602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPiWHb0I/AAAAAAAAA7s/FG6tZsiARpQ/s320/DSC_0372.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPzlsoKI/AAAAAAAAA70/qmNtKFsjJ28/s1600-h/DSC_0374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669174152372386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZPzlsoKI/AAAAAAAAA70/qmNtKFsjJ28/s320/DSC_0374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZQEI48kI/AAAAAAAAA78/oArNcLVyMzc/s1600-h/DSC_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669178594947650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4ZQEI48kI/AAAAAAAAA78/oArNcLVyMzc/s320/DSC_0376.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259669858464266082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SP4Z3o2Xd2I/AAAAAAAAA8E/osTgGJwN3Tk/s320/DSC_0378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259092989527836034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwNNcmNxYI/AAAAAAAAA7M/lmEvEn4SFUQ/s320/DSCN3386.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5607237762600672417?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-desperately-trying-to-pull-myself.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SPwMJnYCZFI/AAAAAAAAA6E/A6VwbC5FMKM/s72-c/DSCN3396.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-2696145132200942659</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-07T11:35:58.307-07:00</atom:updated><title>A little late</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoKEZUJJI/AAAAAAAAA3s/xBWE9bZzZ1s/s1600-h/DSCN3269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478281189893266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoKEZUJJI/AAAAAAAAA3s/xBWE9bZzZ1s/s320/DSCN3269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so I am going to make this a really short blog for two reasons. One I have to blog about something else and still need to get some other things in the blogger book before. Two, I am in a hurry! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478287040943458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoKaMUFWI/AAAAAAAAA30/JTuKaftLcD8/s320/DSCN3273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478290290851954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoKmTJwHI/AAAAAAAAA38/0_t5H6-I3PQ/s320/DSCN3283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gavin started soccer again this year in the Gilbert League. He loves it and I love the outrageously loud colors of the uniforms. Seriously you can see them from a mile away. It makes it really easy to find them on the field. This season we have had some really intense opposing teams and I am slightly shocked. Some four year olds look six, and some players look like they are preparing themselves for high school soccer. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478293852299858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoKzkRIlI/AAAAAAAAA4E/7C50nipykr8/s320/DSCN3329.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can’t tell these are two different games, my son is bald in one. We have officially shaved his head again and the long process of wanting the surfer long hair will have to wait. Gavin’s hair just doesn’t seem too grow that fast. Oh well he is still a cutie! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478301115586706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoLOn-GJI/AAAAAAAAA4M/qoN7soEFI9M/s320/DSCN3330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, the Ethington’s had a family reunion. This is a foreign concept to me because my family reunions consist of Sunday’s at my aunt’s house. There aren’t tons of people in my extended family so there is no need to have a vacation for our gathering. Well I married into a family were there are so many grandchildren you loose count. So a reunion is in order. I have to admit I do enjoy them, I have never seen so many kids for Gavin to play with other than school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254481116412056738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuqvGa9FKI/AAAAAAAAA5s/fMjEW3mLleA/s320/DSCN3303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254480067333097122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOupyCTChqI/AAAAAAAAA5k/V92s_0TLy9E/s320/DSCN3286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254479445132626098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOupN0a4yLI/AAAAAAAAA5U/oSrGEDljOqs/s320/DSCN3317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478920430277842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuovRwGVNI/AAAAAAAAA40/DUynZDDP0ic/s320/DSCN3302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478913622672370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuou4ZCg_I/AAAAAAAAA4s/h2roYtliQ8M/s320/DSCN3291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a camp out however; it was only for two days so Troy and I didn’t feel like hauling up the camper and setting it up for only two days. So we stayed in a near by hotel which we used to sleep. It might seem a little ridiculous but at least I got a shower. There was so much to do and Gavin really enjoyed himself. Can’t wait until next year!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254479447953036530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOupN-7U1PI/AAAAAAAAA5c/6xWzlbZ11Tw/s320/DSCN3297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254479437832025810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOupNZOSdtI/AAAAAAAAA5M/Apgeb9Ptezo/s320/DSCN3307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478912033048578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuouyeCyAI/AAAAAAAAA4k/PJlPPyNhCqg/s320/DSCN3288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254479432360525090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOupNE1x_SI/AAAAAAAAA5E/lKvx3IX2Brw/s320/DSCN3308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254478904641750194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuouW70hLI/AAAAAAAAA4U/wDd-B1aZ9MU/s320/DSCN3284.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-2696145132200942659?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-late.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SOuoKEZUJJI/AAAAAAAAA3s/xBWE9bZzZ1s/s72-c/DSCN3269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-4235376251675216953</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 22:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T12:59:30.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>One long Vacation!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PDlJX1PI/AAAAAAAAAzc/RyUjrW1BedM/s1600-h/DSCN3073.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PD9anbDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/jl1UyT27tKo/s1600-h/DSCN3098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246006439145073714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PD9anbDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/jl1UyT27tKo/s320/DSCN3098.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEKyOFvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XI69rPQbWCA/s1600-h/DSCN3112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246006442733737714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEKyOFvI/AAAAAAAAAzs/XI69rPQbWCA/s320/DSCN3112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to take two awesome vacations back to back. Well, actually I would almost say three rolled in to one. The end of August my best friend Lynn flew me out to California to watch Annabelle while her and Jake took a much needed weekend away. Since Lynn lives far away I don’t get the chance to see Annabelle enough. So needless to say I was so excited to have a chance to spend a whole weekend with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEurbp5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/AqFQubLKeBE/s1600-h/DSCN3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246006452368942994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEurbp5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/AqFQubLKeBE/s320/DSCN3146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0lHWXkI/AAAAAAAAA08/6hA73sUqXZM/s1600-h/DSCN3176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246009473458658882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0lHWXkI/AAAAAAAAA08/6hA73sUqXZM/s320/DSCN3176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEurbp5I/AAAAAAAAAz8/AqFQubLKeBE/s1600-h/DSCN3146.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First Annabelle is one of the most well behave babies I have ever been around. Not only does she have a smile that melts your heart but, she hardly ever cries. Even when she does cry it is only because she sees you making her bottle and she wants you to hurry up. So in reality she is just telling you to speed things up a bit. I really had great time with her and am so happy that I had the chance to spend some quality time with her. Thank you Lynn and Jake for going on vacation so that Annabelle and I could hang out. I miss her and can’t wait until I see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEe7uR1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/JlyksFF6wek/s1600-h/DSCN3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246006448142305106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEe7uR1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/JlyksFF6wek/s320/DSCN3140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QULTXjtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WbQQPn8JRwE/s1600-h/DSCN3147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007817262304978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QULTXjtI/AAAAAAAAA0M/WbQQPn8JRwE/s320/DSCN3147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEe7uR1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/JlyksFF6wek/s1600-h/DSCN3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEe7uR1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/JlyksFF6wek/s1600-h/DSCN3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0Nw82KI/AAAAAAAAA0s/MhNdNDpy-2s/s1600-h/DSCN3164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246009467190696098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0Nw82KI/AAAAAAAAA0s/MhNdNDpy-2s/s320/DSCN3164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0ZbdCII/AAAAAAAAA00/sIvcJvphbPw/s1600-h/DSCN3173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246009470321756290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0ZbdCII/AAAAAAAAA00/sIvcJvphbPw/s320/DSCN3173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PEe7uR1I/AAAAAAAAAz0/JlyksFF6wek/s1600-h/DSCN3140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for my second vacation, this started when Jake and Lynn came home. I got to spend some much need time with Lynyrd Skynyrd (aka Lynn). We spent most of our time laughing. I seriously forget how much we make each other laugh. Lynn and I got hook on this show “Gossip Girl”, and I am now a devoted fan! We watched season one and ate sushi. Which is a passion we both have, we ate it three days in a row! I think the best time was on her bed while we watched Gossip Girl on the computer. Thank you so much Jake and Lynn for allowing me to invade your space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QT7c3nPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cKQlCE1xrQo/s1600-h/DSCN3143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007813007187186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QT7c3nPI/AAAAAAAAA0E/cKQlCE1xrQo/s320/DSCN3143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QU2RqcOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/O8P89x2OY2o/s1600-h/DSCN3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007828797878498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QU2RqcOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/O8P89x2OY2o/s320/DSCN3151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QUt8SYFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPXWtOl0kGw/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QUt8SYFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPXWtOl0kGw/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QVBum5oI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6sh-BHkcMWg/s1600-h/DSCN3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246007831872071298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QVBum5oI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6sh-BHkcMWg/s320/DSCN3162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QUt8SYFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPXWtOl0kGw/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QUt8SYFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPXWtOl0kGw/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QVBum5oI/AAAAAAAAA0k/6sh-BHkcMWg/s1600-h/DSCN3162.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QUt8SYFI/AAAAAAAAA0U/TPXWtOl0kGw/s1600-h/DSCN3150.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2QU2RqcOI/AAAAAAAAA0c/O8P89x2OY2o/s1600-h/DSCN3151.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday I was able to pick up Gavin in California, which worked out perfectly I might add. Gavin was on a vacation as well and then was able to join me for our third vacation but, before that started Lynn, Jake, Annabelle, Gavin, and I got to spend a little time with each other. Gavin loved Annabelle so much, he tried so hard to make her smile and when she did he would beam with excitement that he achieved a smile. It was so CUTE!! I was also glad that Lynn and Gavin got to hang out because he doesn’t get to see his Auntie Lynn much either. By the way the whole next week he kept asking me where was Auntie Lynn. I had such a wonderful time and am so glad that I got to spend time with the Halladay’s, I miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R1MF4KmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ssQt_nUvvkI/s1600-h/DSCN3184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246009483921468002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R1MF4KmI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ssQt_nUvvkI/s320/DSCN3184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TcSxwJjI/AAAAAAAAA10/5FPos95mcq8/s1600-h/DSCN3214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246011255242630706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TcSxwJjI/AAAAAAAAA10/5FPos95mcq8/s320/DSCN3214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UYm6C-QI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7X7PcyzfERg/s1600-h/DSCN3213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246012291438278914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UYm6C-QI/AAAAAAAAA2E/7X7PcyzfERg/s320/DSCN3213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TcIPgJ5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/edmv0qkzEvc/s1600-h/DSCN3201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246011252414621586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TcIPgJ5I/AAAAAAAAA1s/edmv0qkzEvc/s320/DSCN3201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UYfpnO5I/AAAAAAAAA18/_ldFxY_0Epg/s1600-h/DSCN3202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246012289490303890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UYfpnO5I/AAAAAAAAA18/_ldFxY_0Epg/s320/DSCN3202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now last but not least the third vacation. My mom, sister, nephew, cousins, and aunt’s all joined me in California to have a girl and kids trip to Disneyland. Gavin and I have been to Disneyland before but never when he is tall enough to ride all the awesome rides. He only missed out on two, Indian Jones and Bear River. I was debating if I should take him on Thunder Mountain Railroad, I did and he loved it! The neat thing was while we were on the ride they were having the fireworks show right above us. So we had the best seats and were able to see Tinkerbelle fly across the sky. He also loved Splash Mountain, we rode it five times it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0zxHfdI/AAAAAAAAA1E/F_m3XI2ckpA/s1600-h/DSCN3178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246009477391941074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2R0zxHfdI/AAAAAAAAA1E/F_m3XI2ckpA/s320/DSCN3178.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TbQK3xDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dOy1F8uyJTA/s1600-h/DSCN3194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246011237362811954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TbQK3xDI/AAAAAAAAA1c/dOy1F8uyJTA/s320/DSCN3194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UZdzasDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/EJ_c5WuXGWo/s1600-h/DSCN3234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246012306174423090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UZdzasDI/AAAAAAAAA2U/EJ_c5WuXGWo/s320/DSCN3234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UZkiRxzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/pVj2QtgYkwU/s1600-h/DSCN3240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246012307981584178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UZkiRxzI/AAAAAAAAA2c/pVj2QtgYkwU/s320/DSCN3240.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2Ta9TZ_II/AAAAAAAAA1U/o3yU6I40K1s/s1600-h/DSCN3190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246011232298335362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2Ta9TZ_II/AAAAAAAAA1U/o3yU6I40K1s/s320/DSCN3190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had so much fun and loved spending time with my family. This was Weston’s first trip to Disneyland and we all were so excited for him. He did great and I love to see how happy he got on the train. It was so much fun! We went at the best time, there was no wait and it wasn’t too hot. Oh but note to self I HATE THE FINDING NEMO RIDE!! We got suck and were in the cramped submarine for 10 mins. I will never ride that ride again. Not to mention I am slightly claustrophobic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TbmjZhNI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ADP0OR-nbQQ/s1600-h/DSCN3192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246011243371267282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2TbmjZhNI/AAAAAAAAA1k/ADP0OR-nbQQ/s320/DSCN3192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UY6nOC4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Bir8L-BSdFs/s1600-h/DSCN3226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246012296728021890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2UY6nOC4I/AAAAAAAAA2M/Bir8L-BSdFs/s320/DSCN3226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I loved all my vacations and am so glad I went! Troy was dying for us to come home it is the longest time we have ever been apart. He was going crazy so much that he called me to ask if I missed him because I only said it once. It was cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014348602748946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2WQWcRsBI/AAAAAAAAA2k/TVfvlKTXpsY/s320/DSCN3251.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014354653793138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2WQs-9S3I/AAAAAAAAA2s/BPx_MBMTduI/s320/DSCN3243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014356067115234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2WQyP64OI/AAAAAAAAA20/CRw3xUCOC5g/s320/DSCN3248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246014362879934418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2WRLoOP9I/AAAAAAAAA28/cfMQpP0Lpzo/s320/DSCN3215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-4235376251675216953?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-long-vacation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SM2PD9anbDI/AAAAAAAAAzk/jl1UyT27tKo/s72-c/DSCN3098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-1155410842779348666</guid><pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 16:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-23T09:45:51.239-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Start of School and a Trip to the Hospital!</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015578449771154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2d6_SvepI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fvpV3g9GRE0/s320/DSCN0942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so these past few weeks have been packed with new things. First my baby boy went back to school; he now is in Pre-K. It is a private school at a Lutheran Church. It is an awesome school and the teachers and staff are extremely friendly. I feel like he is already learning so much. My sister enrolled my nephew at this school as well and I really wanted them to be in the same class. At first they weren’t and a week before school started a spot opened up in Weston’s class so Gavin was able to get in. So now our little babies are off to school and growing up. How time passes you by! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015578690643554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2d7AMK5mI/AAAAAAAAAxg/PADVzlZHhkk/s320/DSCN0944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our next awesome little adventure was one that landed Gavin in the hospital for two days. He got a very bad case of Cellulitis. He has actually had this about 4 times before one of which made him look like the Hunchback of Norte Dame. However, this time they where really afraid because it was in his hand and the anatomy of the hand is so small that it can become more dangerous at a faster rate. His poor little hand looked like a mallet. I didn't get any before pictures of his hand but it looked like it was going to explode!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015583059607762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2d7Qd0ANI/AAAAAAAAAxo/Z0M4hlb_Fw8/s320/DSCN0968.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was his first time in the hospital and at first he was scared, but Mercy Gilbert is an awesome hospital and by the end he didn’t want to leave. I love that hospital it was so nice and a great staff. I highly recommend going to Mercy Gilbert for your next accident or birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015588214056082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2d7jqupJI/AAAAAAAAAxw/Rt5ViI66jRA/s320/DSCN0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is now back at home and doing well. Unfortunately the doctors think he has bacteria called MRSA and that is why he keeps getting it. It most likely originated from the first time he had Cellulitis. There are some interesting methods on how to kill this super bug and we are going to try them. For starters a bleach bath is one, not all bleach but bleach and water. I have to say I was a little scared when the doctor told us that one. I really hope that it goes away because every time he gets bitten by a mosquito he gets Cellulitis. It is starting to get to the point were I am always worried when he goes outside to play. This is a horrible thing considering my boy is an outside boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237015566260394482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2d6R4kWfI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/MJtjKqG9pmc/s320/gaivnhos.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237017147879909506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2fWV4C6II/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Uvlfsi54ccg/s320/DSCN0970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry there are not a lot of pictures I can’t find my camera charger so I am relying on other people to take pictures for me. I also wanted to include a picture of his very first Cellulitis. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237016379203278274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2epmVQVcI/AAAAAAAAAyA/BjfdK_vDXQk/s200/DSCN0961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237016375738403282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2epZbKidI/AAAAAAAAAx4/99K1n4h9ZzI/s200/DSCN0964(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-1155410842779348666?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/08/start-of-school-and-trip-to-hospital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SK2d6_SvepI/AAAAAAAAAxY/fvpV3g9GRE0/s72-c/DSCN0942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-6702456814377974493</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 00:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:10:51.934-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Great Escape!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJm-P_WEPI/AAAAAAAAAxI/U-F5a8pAIfw/s1600-h/DSCN3051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229355336960708850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJm-P_WEPI/AAAAAAAAAxI/U-F5a8pAIfw/s400/DSCN3051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjs8QOjJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jQmXXLDLuGU/s1600-h/DSCN2998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229351741070150802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjs8QOjJI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jQmXXLDLuGU/s320/DSCN2998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi9XArG0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/4FxF3x2cj9s/s1600-h/DSCN2961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229350923618949954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi9XArG0I/AAAAAAAAAuo/4FxF3x2cj9s/s320/DSCN2961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi83BGRtI/AAAAAAAAAuY/L7icvVZKNu0/s1600-h/DSCN2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend my whole family went up to our cabin to escape this dreaded heat and enjoy the pines. I have to say that I found the forest so relaxing and enticing. I literally love to get lost in the scenery and enjoy a good book outside. Which is precisely what I did all weekend, that and eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl3H7LMGI/AAAAAAAAAww/cye5wOqKzIc/s1600-h/DSCN3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229354115025023074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl3H7LMGI/AAAAAAAAAww/cye5wOqKzIc/s200/DSCN3047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl3baNqwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/90-0wwye6Hs/s1600-h/DSCN3053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229354120255482626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl3baNqwI/AAAAAAAAAw4/90-0wwye6Hs/s200/DSCN3053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229352575962644050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJkdieG_lI/AAAAAAAAAv4/EW3rXgXNZ_M/s200/DSCN3032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi9I88wCI/AAAAAAAAAug/cUlQ4I0OKBI/s1600-h/DSCN2958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229350919845232674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi9I88wCI/AAAAAAAAAug/cUlQ4I0OKBI/s320/DSCN2958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gavin loves the woods as well and always calls it camping anytime we go to the forest. Although we have never truly camped. Oddly enough it is my manly husband that refuses to sleep in a tent. Thank heavens we have a trailer otherwise we would never get to “go camping.” This weekend was filled with lots of little &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjt8qwSLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/S6C9SazSL3I/s1600-h/DSCN3013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229351758361282738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjt8qwSLI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/S6C9SazSL3I/s320/DSCN3013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;surprises. The first one was that my poor baby got stung by a bee. For those who know me I am dreadfully afraid of this one inch flying killer. Every time I see one I run and scream, I can’t help it I am just so terrified of being stung. Luckily I have been able to escape this irrational fear; unfortunately I can now say my son has not. The moment I heard him scream I thought that he was just wining, and then it occurred to me that he and Troy were shooting the gun outside that’s when the panic mom sunk in. I rushed to him with alligator tears streaming down his face. It had stung him through his clothes on the side of his chest. Wade found the bee and the stinger was still on, which is a good sign that sting wasn’t too bad. Gavin cried for a moment and then he was fine. I was shock to see how well he handled something I would have completely overreacted too. When I first saw the bee on the floor it wasn’t dead yet but dying and this is sad to admit but I desperately wanted to hurt the thing for stinging Gavin. I want to make the bee feel pain. As if dying isn't enough I wanted him to suffer. I am terribly weird and apologize if this come to a shock to anyone. I however did nothing but comfort my son.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlA8RK6gI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/a3GMjPhYTF8/s1600-h/DSCN3025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229353184183118338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlA8RK6gI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/a3GMjPhYTF8/s200/DSCN3025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl2SW1uXI/AAAAAAAAAwg/x_JuQMozLLY/s1600-h/DSCN2954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229354100645542258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl2SW1uXI/AAAAAAAAAwg/x_JuQMozLLY/s200/DSCN2954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229352557523051810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJkcdxxJSI/AAAAAAAAAvo/Rn67kWVVZjc/s200/DSCN3014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next exciting and ten times more serious situation we had was that concerning my brother in law Wade. He and Gavin we playing outside while I sat in the hammock close by. They were making some type of sling shot with a rope or something. Then they would sling sticks into the air. All of the sudden I heard a rather short “aaaa.” I looked over and Wade was on&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjuBtf9lI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SoMU6AL8fcM/s1600-h/DSCN3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229351759714973266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjuBtf9lI/AAAAAAAAAvY/SoMU6AL8fcM/s320/DSCN3030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the ground. I didn’t think much of it at first because I thought he was playing dead for Gavin’s entertainment. Then I asked him if he was okay, no answer. I then managed to remove myself for that remarkably comfortable position I was in. I walked over and asked the same question with no response but a hand in the air. Then he got up and walked away. Gavin relayed the story to me and said the he was pulling it back and the stick went and stuck in his eye. (What an imagination) As Wade continued to walk off the pain my sister chased after him to make sure he was okay. Well to make a long story short, he wasn’t. He had torn off the first layer of his eye and sliced through the first three. His eye filled up with blood and pieces of stick were embedded into his eye. He went to the doctor where they had to “rise” it out. I wasn’t there for this part by was told it was painful. He now has to see the eye doctor here for a little while to see how his eye is healing and make sure there is no loss of sight. FYI he has a great eye doctor here! (Plug for Dr. Lambson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229352545841852930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJkbyQwMgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/mvh9Ht2XkDo/s200/DSCN3007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlBZ5-2XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mrnEFhhrJ3Q/s1600-h/DSCN3046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229353192138922354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlBZ5-2XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mrnEFhhrJ3Q/s200/DSCN3046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlBZ5-2XI/AAAAAAAAAwY/mrnEFhhrJ3Q/s1600-h/DSCN3046.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great trip with only a few set backs. I spent a good majority of the time reading and laying in the hammock. I love hanging out with my family and just laughing. I can’t wait until I go again. Which will be soon, and I am bound and determined to learn how to snowboard this winter. So that means more cabin trips YEA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlAgGmM_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/mtKn0a3-Owo/s1600-h/DSCN3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229353176622576626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlAgGmM_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/mtKn0a3-Owo/s200/DSCN3020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl2k-lJFI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mc2RiJ8ikkA/s1600-h/DSCN3059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229354105644065874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJl2k-lJFI/AAAAAAAAAwo/mc2RiJ8ikkA/s200/DSCN3059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229352581655470802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJkd3rYotI/AAAAAAAAAwA/7WKMClslhVg/s200/DSCN3038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi9-Ay0xI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2qLSE-yy-CY/s1600-h/DSCN2988.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229350934088438546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJi9-Ay0xI/AAAAAAAAAuw/2qLSE-yy-CY/s320/DSCN2988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjtVvOZqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYuPoAHJz7U/s1600-h/DSCN2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229351747911050914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjtVvOZqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYuPoAHJz7U/s320/DSCN2978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjtVvOZqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYuPoAHJz7U/s1600-h/DSCN2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjtVvOZqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYuPoAHJz7U/s1600-h/DSCN2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJjtVvOZqI/AAAAAAAAAvI/BYuPoAHJz7U/s1600-h/DSCN2978.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlAgGmM_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/mtKn0a3-Owo/s1600-h/DSCN3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJlAgGmM_I/AAAAAAAAAwI/mtKn0a3-Owo/s1600-h/DSCN3020.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-6702456814377974493?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/07/great-escape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SJJm-P_WEPI/AAAAAAAAAxI/U-F5a8pAIfw/s72-c/DSCN3051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5761197816056463832</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:10:54.554-08:00</atom:updated><title>4th of July At The Beach!!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJVdeqJmkI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AZ9juxmC-3w/s1600-h/DSCN2849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220328883010247234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJVdeqJmkI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AZ9juxmC-3w/s400/DSCN2849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJPPaIUs0I/AAAAAAAAAq4/KsABTJArzB8/s1600-h/DSCN2823.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRKnNKFaI/AAAAAAAAArw/s4ikmuhOzDg/s1600-h/DSCN2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324160840537506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRKnNKFaI/AAAAAAAAArw/s4ikmuhOzDg/s200/DSCN2836.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJPRYWhRII/AAAAAAAAArQ/LO6H2ctNO8M/s1600-h/DSCN2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJPRy9poJI/AAAAAAAAArY/LZz7RcJA3Hs/s1600-h/DSCN2836.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTXLYDdgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cT4wuq85d64/s1600-h/DSCN2897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220326575731602946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTXLYDdgI/AAAAAAAAAtg/cT4wuq85d64/s200/DSCN2897.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess I will jump on the bandwagon and make a post about the 4th of July. This year we took a trip to Newport Beach with the Patterson’s. We went to California last year with them all we wanted to do was stay longer. So this year we rented a beach house and stayed for a WEEK!! It was so nice to get away and being that I am a big fan of the beach/tanning it was a perfect place to go. We could see the beach from our porch and 20 step&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRxr7aPBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/u9lBjPIjXZo/s1600-h/DSCN2841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324832123173906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRxr7aPBI/AAAAAAAAAsI/u9lBjPIjXZo/s200/DSCN2841.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s would take you right to the sandy escape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We arrived at the beach house late Saturday night and the very next morning, first thing we went to the beach. I have to explain a little something about my husband, this will come as a shock to most but he hates the beach. I know how can anyone hate the beach, well he does?! He doesn’t tan he burns and he hates getting sand everywhere and he thinks it is more relaxing to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRxF-ghFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Hvu-Yap1hgo/s1600-h/DSCN2837.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324821935621202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRxF-ghFI/AAAAAAAAAsA/Hvu-Yap1hgo/s200/DSCN2837.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sit inside then in front of the ocean. Needless to say we got in a few disagreements over this but he was a trooper, most of the time. I on the other hand was elated to get &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRKz2dTWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fb5-KuB-5lg/s1600-h/DSCN2839.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324164234988898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRKz2dTWI/AAAAAAAAAr4/fb5-KuB-5lg/s200/DSCN2839.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;some natural sun without melting and giving up like I do most of the time here in Arizona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most everyday was spent on the beach getting a tan. FYI I have an awesome tan although my sister thinks I am too dark. However I am now peeling excessively on my back and chest. I don’t mind as long as my arms and legs don’t peel. To my horror I learned yesterday that the back of me legs started to peel. I guess that is the result of not wearing any sun block and lathering my self in tanning oil. I did wear SPF 70 on my face because I am freak about getting my face too tan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTWZDj3CI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MvbrS540dpw/s1600-h/DSCN2860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220326562223873058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTWZDj3CI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/MvbrS540dpw/s200/DSCN2860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJUOVjiQGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/R_pCnKb4liE/s1600-h/DSCN2881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327523356917858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJUOVjiQGI/AAAAAAAAAtw/R_pCnKb4liE/s200/DSCN2881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220325658963871698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJSh0JmB9I/AAAAAAAAAsw/tatsRSSQlqY/s200/DSCN2858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to move on we went to the beach almost every day except on Thursday when the boys decided to meet Harold (Ed’s brother) down in San Diego and go deep sea fishing f&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRyqHXgZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UL_IWtlj9Nk/s1600-h/DSCN2864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324848816325010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRyqHXgZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/UL_IWtlj9Nk/s200/DSCN2864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or the day. Much to my surprise they wanted to take the kids. Which of course meant a day of shopping for the girls; I must say I love it when that happens. The boys spent too much fishing and I thought I made out like a bandit shopping. It usually is the other way around so no hard feelings. Troy called me that night and told me he got two hundred dollar fish. In my mind I thought that the fish must be huge for a hundred dollars a pop. No they were tiny little fishes, so this was a big waste of money but the kids still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJUPIIBzfI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uHnTsd5iwIM/s1600-h/DSCN2890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327536931753458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJUPIIBzfI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uHnTsd5iwIM/s200/DSCN2890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That night after the fishing the boys took the kids to Belmont, much to Gavin’s disappointment he was the only kid not tall enough to ride the rides (you have to be 42 inches Gavin is 40 inches). He did however stand on his tip toes to get into the bumper cars and made it on because the guy measuring people failed to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTW-4567I/AAAAAAAAAtY/E0Gt2PPVKiU/s1600-h/DSCN2865.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220326572379728818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTW-4567I/AAAAAAAAAtY/E0Gt2PPVKiU/s200/DSCN2865.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also got the chance to spend time with Lynn, although it was only one day it was so much fun. Lynn and I spend most of our time laughing. It was so nice to get to spend some "girl only" time with &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRKPsiZmI/AAAAAAAAAro/RP6uxWkbqvQ/s1600-h/DSCN2835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324154529703522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRKPsiZmI/AAAAAAAAAro/RP6uxWkbqvQ/s200/DSCN2835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her. We went to the beach with everyone and later that night went to dinner just the two of us. When she was driving me back to the house we thought we saw a UFO but it turned out to be a helicopter and we stopped right in the middle of the street, which displeased of the officer behind us. Luckily the cops are more concerned with the crazy &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRyegoymI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Zu9db3-qyks/s1600-h/DSCN2850.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324845701089890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRyegoymI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Zu9db3-qyks/s200/DSCN2850.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;drunks/hilarious drunks that flock to the beach on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole time we where there we heard people talking about 20th and Court Ave for the parties. We were on the corner of 20th and Court, so we had some awesome shows for entertainment right out side our window. One show that happened was on Friday n&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRx1A65FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/b5xvtaGR1bc/s1600-h/DSCN2848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220324834562204754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJRx1A65FI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/b5xvtaGR1bc/s200/DSCN2848.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ight around 3:30 am, when an electrical power wire fell in the middle of our street and caught the tip of on of the party house on fire and burned two HUGE holes in their roof. No one got hurt and the fireman came shortly after but, I woke up form that loud noise and the wasted people freaking out about the wire lying in the middle of the street. Let’s just say they said some pretty funny things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well to wrap up this long post it was a great trip and I can’t wait until we do it again next year!! I love the beach and so does Gavin so sorry Troy you are out numbered!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJUN2JeQgI/AAAAAAAAAto/xLOfbA4tv8k/s1600-h/DSCN2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220327514926105090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJUN2JeQgI/AAAAAAAAAto/xLOfbA4tv8k/s200/DSCN2857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTVyLTVOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FqMZKTRSqSQ/s1600-h/DSCN2853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220326551787361506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJTVyLTVOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/FqMZKTRSqSQ/s200/DSCN2853.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220328209474994834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJU2Ri1QpI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Uq-RB1ttud8/s320/DSCN2827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJPQYit5qI/AAAAAAAAArA/hpHvwsnVkY0/s1600-h/DSCN2828.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJPQ7-M0PI/AAAAAAAAArI/94YcGczsn_g/s1600-h/DSCN2832.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5761197816056463832?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/07/4th-of-july-at-beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SHJVdeqJmkI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/AZ9juxmC-3w/s72-c/DSCN2849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5295349568252201182</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jun 2008 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:10:59.243-08:00</atom:updated><title>Grandpa's 90!!!!!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAFnjPXVhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/n3xe44A9Ls8/s1600-h/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215174545527756306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAFnjPXVhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/n3xe44A9Ls8/s400/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAnYGi_qI/AAAAAAAAApI/0KlacjKTCWk/s1600-h/IMG_0661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215169044979842722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAnYGi_qI/AAAAAAAAApI/0KlacjKTCWk/s320/IMG_0661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAnrdML6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-HZz8-Dzz5k/s1600-h/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215169050175090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAnrdML6I/AAAAAAAAApQ/-HZz8-Dzz5k/s320/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-KJ9OEaI/AAAAAAAAAoY/phtyVxbgPs8/s1600-h/IMG_0776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166343943164322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-KJ9OEaI/AAAAAAAAAoY/phtyVxbgPs8/s320/IMG_0776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-KRLHbMI/AAAAAAAAAog/Muk2FSDnNMw/s1600-h/IMG_0798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166345880497346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-KRLHbMI/AAAAAAAAAog/Muk2FSDnNMw/s320/IMG_0798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it has been a while since my last post; well it hasn’t been that long. I have waited because I desperately wanted to post about my Grandpa’s 90th birthday and I had to wait until I loaded the pictures. For all my family that is reading this you will receive your copy of the pictures this week. So don’t be mad that I posted about this first. On May 31st we celebrated my Grandpa’s 90th birthday. It was a surprise party with an Argentine theme. Everything was blue and white (Argentina’s colors) and my aunt Liz made a GORGEOUS cake. You might not understand what is on the cake if you are not from Argentina. The food was fantastic and as in true Alvarez style we made enough to feed an Army. I am not kidding; we still have food that we haven’t eaten. In the old days my Grandpa BBQ over coal on a rack and to mimic this tradition we did the same. My dad and Wade were in charge of roasting the pig and BBQ on the racks, while my cousin Shawn was in charge of using the grill. We had chimichurri to top of the meat. My dad also bought something called Sweet Bread, why they name it this I am still clueless however it is some kind of gland from a cow. I had to steer clear of that on a count of my stomach would most likely reject it. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215163298746878818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_7Y5t2S2I/AAAAAAAAAnw/FKo5fcbQi8s/s320/IMG_0786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215175525825944258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAGgnIqmsI/AAAAAAAAAqw/f2X0M6EyXmM/s320/IMG_0751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215173748686243858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAE5KxiyBI/AAAAAAAAAqA/0Bn0psq-JIk/s320/IMG_0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215169028234320338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAmZuGmdI/AAAAAAAAAow/u_DbOHhbDDo/s320/IMG_0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215173760986742370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAE54mNfmI/AAAAAAAAAqI/b_7TA7uplYk/s320/IMG_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215169042365609570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAnOXQ9mI/AAAAAAAAApA/O5ko_Z4ZLQs/s320/IMG_0784.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215173762976395826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAE6AAlMjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/VJikXnvyWFc/s320/IMG_0799.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160610185268578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_48aCzzWI/AAAAAAAAAnI/jMGZ91k-zGU/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160621823564370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_49FZmGlI/AAAAAAAAAnY/dPqtcGy8nVA/s320/IMG_0748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160613000244610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_48kh87YI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/oAbj1bxnqQM/s320/IMG_0732.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215169034878250178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAAmyeI7MI/AAAAAAAAAo4/xxvzHGA5rC0/s320/IMG_0795.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my family stuffed their faces and talked I was in charge of taking the pictures, Hence the lack of my face in many pictures. Everyone enjoyed themselves and ate until their hearts content. My father, Wade and Shawn on the other hand worked fast over the heat. I was afraid my dad would pass out from exhaustion from working so hard. In the end though it was all worth it. You don’t get the chance to see your Grandpa hit 90 every day and still be kickin’ and screamin’ I might add. By the way his reaction once he was walked into that surprise party was a peace sign. It was so cute!! After we all ate we all gathered into the family room to watch a picture video that my sister worked so hard to but together. In the end though we didn’t have the soft wear to complete the project so we had to surrender it to someone who did. The movie was a huge success and it was so fascinating to see all the old pictures. I love learning and seeing what my family looked like growing up. It was such a special moment for everyone. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215163308347773554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_7Zde4UnI/AAAAAAAAAn4/2RQxiYW6v-U/s320/IMG_0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215173780069910658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAE6_r_iII/AAAAAAAAAqg/HZjsPLOxYW8/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166339968143938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-J7JgEkI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/bMjolyEPRbY/s320/IMG_0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215173770147394482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAE6auR87I/AAAAAAAAAqY/itYn8XZdlHw/s320/IMG_0808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215163283831200146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_7YCJrGZI/AAAAAAAAAng/-rrmVmGU9_E/s320/IMG_0775.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160603976920578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_48C6n7gI/AAAAAAAAAnA/kOsGzxkz4QY/s320/IMG_0721.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160599956805218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_47z8J1mI/AAAAAAAAAm4/xdXmKXx3fWw/s320/IMG_0725.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170949719015698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGACWPzwQRI/AAAAAAAAAp4/qExFdZ-GUuU/s320/IMG_0845.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170934095258402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGACVVmwoyI/AAAAAAAAApw/D74wQUhbRPc/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I have an amazing family, who always looks out for each other. I would say almost to a fault but that’s my family. I am so grateful for my Grandpa and that he always showed his grandchildren how much he loves them. I vividly remember sitting on his lap and him singing me songs and always telling me to “Remember the Alamo.” It is something that he still tells me every time I see him. I love you with all my heart Grandpa and am so lucky to have such an awesome Grandpa!!! I will make sure that Gavin always “Remembers the Alamo!” &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170882673684194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGACSWC5ruI/AAAAAAAAApg/HML9hl4V490/s320/IMG_0828.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170867943290786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGACRfK5t6I/AAAAAAAAApY/06R4brvZrD4/s320/IMG_0924.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166350286282722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-KhliX-I/AAAAAAAAAoo/DmG75QTzao0/s320/IMG_0801.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215166332364355314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_-Je0ndvI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ZaQxhibD8Zc/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215170917196149074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGACUWpssVI/AAAAAAAAApo/oQQkml042WQ/s320/IMG_0833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215163316289460210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SF_7Z7EU1_I/AAAAAAAAAoA/2roCVEB3450/s320/IMG_0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5295349568252201182?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/06/grandpas-90.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SGAFnjPXVhI/AAAAAAAAAqo/n3xe44A9Ls8/s72-c/IMG_0692.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-4924500206969077716</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 May 2008 05:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:01.175-08:00</atom:updated><title>Graduation Day!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzuc6TBPPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/uA-C1ZLK9es/s1600-h/DSCN2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205297449786227954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzuc6TBPPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/uA-C1ZLK9es/s320/DSCN2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzuPKTBPNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1ASG89d0YpE/s1600-h/DSCN2757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205297213563026642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzuPKTBPNI/AAAAAAAAAl4/1ASG89d0YpE/s320/DSCN2757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on the 22nd of this month my little boy graduated preschool. I was so sad but happy all at the same time. I still can’t believe I have a 4 year old and now he is up and graduated! I should prepare myself though; I will have a few more graduations to get through. Now I am faced with the daunting task of finding another preschool or pre-K to put him in. I had no idea how hard it would be to find a good one that also fits into my schedule. I did find one lady out here by me, and she said she had a little bit of a waiting list. My next obvious question was, "what is the probability that my son would be able to get in." She expresses to me to not get too freaked out but she had a waiting list of 80 people. 80 PEOPLE!! I then replied “oh so you’re saying there’s a chance.” She informed me that some mothers put their children on the list the day they are born, I guess I wasn’t as prepared as I thought I was. I guess I will have to put him on the list for Kindergarten now! I am prepared, or at least I plan to be. I have however run across a few private schools but they are in the $600-$800 range (FYI that’s a month). I guess money doesn’t stand a chance against a good education. Wait am I talking about preschool here or Harvard, I will rethink that. So if anyone knows of ANY good schools here in Coolidge/Casa Grande, on MWF let me know. Or any good schools in town during the morning on TTH, please let me know. I am desperate! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205296406109174946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDztgKTBPKI/AAAAAAAAAlg/rWLjI65IHZ0/s320/DSCN2745.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205296414699109554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDztgqTBPLI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Hdb_lguXEac/s320/DSCN2751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205296423289044162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzthKTBPMI/AAAAAAAAAlw/U1ulDPnn_88/s320/DSCN2753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now on to Gavin’s graduation day. He had a great graduation and looked adorable in his little cap that had a tassel. Although I must say that the room we were in had this HUGE mirror on one wall, it wasn’t the most pleasant sight to constantly be starring at myself during the program however; can you guess who didn’t mind. That’s right my incredibly vain son discovered the mirror right off the bat. Throughout the performance he kept looking back at himself and I tried in a quiet yet firm way to get his attention. It was quite comical I have to say. His part in the whole program was to repeat the poem “Jack and Jill.” We practice and practice and he got it down pat but, the teacher was helping all the kids so Gavin kept pausing so that she could say the next line. He did great thought and I am so proud of him. It was the cutest sight I have seen!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the point he discovers the mirror, its classic Gavin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205296397519240338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDztfqTBPJI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7MVokq6qsrs/s320/DSCN2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205297226447928546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzuP6TBPOI/AAAAAAAAAmA/uQbmGinoVT0/s320/DSCN2759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205296388929305730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDztfKTBPII/AAAAAAAAAlQ/lD6jIpHjeIE/s320/DSCN2742.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-4924500206969077716?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDzuc6TBPPI/AAAAAAAAAmI/uA-C1ZLK9es/s72-c/DSCN2755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-6967923058167151018</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 May 2008 20:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:04.042-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gavin's Party</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHwbBn9sVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/V7s9yB5dHys/s1600-h/DSCN2703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202203391672824146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHwbBn9sVI/AAAAAAAAAlI/V7s9yB5dHys/s400/DSCN2703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Saturday we went to Bounce U for Gavin’s 4th birthday party. Everyone had a blast and it was a lot of fun. Bounce U (for those of you who don’t know) is this giant place with all different kinds of inflatable bouncers. It was nice to have a whole room just for our guest. It had a huge slide, obstacle course, a boxing ring, and one where you can strap yourself and an opponent in and try to pull the other one down. Gavin and all his friends enjoyed the slide the best however; I think the adults enjoyed the boxing ring more. Troy and Ed had and all out boxing match, it was apparently very intense because they both came out sweating profusely, YUCK!! I have to say it was pretty entertaining to watch. It seems those boys are VERY competitive (who would have guessed ;)!) FYI that is sarcasm they are the most competitive people I have ever met, almost to the point of arrogance, almost!! After the bouncing portion was over we had pizza, cake, and ice cream. I have to thank my wonderful aunt Liz for making Gavin’s Ninja cake. It is what he wanted so I tried to deliver. Gavin got tons of presents, so much in fact that I now am in the process of organizing and discarding the old toy in the playroom. He got this awesome drum set from my parents, which he loves. Everyone thought I was crazy for allowing him to have one but Gavin loves music so if he wants to be the next Tommy Lee I will let him. Strictly in the drumming sense not the lifestyle (had to clear that one up)! He received tons of other gifts that he loves, thank you so much for all those presents. He won’t need anything for next 2 birthdays!! :) I am also sorry that some of the pictures have dust on them, I need to get my camera cleaned!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ed and Kingston, this is after the boxing match as you can tell!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202198658618863746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHsHhn9sII/AAAAAAAAAjg/w8HHWHul_HQ/s320/DSCN2687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Papa and Gavin, oh how he loves his papa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202184787013906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHvUxn9sRI/AAAAAAAAAko/FP5O3PKzY8M/s320/DSCN2713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My beautiful mother, what a cover girl!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202203138269753650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHwMRn9sTI/AAAAAAAAAk4/LMerWAph8tk/s320/DSCN2721.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Troy and Ed boxing, again I need to clean my leans SORRY!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202203142564720962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHwMhn9sUI/AAAAAAAAAlA/Vl_3BajcBYU/s320/DSCN2683.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Family and Friends watching Gavin opening his MANY gifts!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202200106022842578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHtbxn9sNI/AAAAAAAAAkI/jMz_2SSVxDk/s320/DSCN2705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gavin's best friend and the greatest Auntie &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202159017210098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHvTRn9sPI/AAAAAAAAAkY/gR232H__qlU/s320/DSCN2717.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Kendra and her goodie bag (Gavin talks about Kendra all the time)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202210556817698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHvWRn9sSI/AAAAAAAAAkw/yeV1myXEovQ/s320/DSCN2711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Waiting for food, people get angry when they are hungry! Or maybe that was just me?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202200097432907970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHtbRn9sMI/AAAAAAAAAkA/Vz_QhE5L5PI/s320/DSCN2704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gavin trying to stick his finger in the awesome cake Aunt Liz made!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202200110317809890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHtcBn9sOI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/W8zo-h51d54/s320/DSCN2710.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a Ninja cake!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202198705863504034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHsKRn9sKI/AAAAAAAAAjw/EXvaxqSI-4E/s320/DSCN2700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Crazy kids on a crazy slide&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202198675798732946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHsIhn9sJI/AAAAAAAAAjo/ynmQix_9V8s/s320/DSCN2699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Wade and Weston on the slide, who is having more fun?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202197219804819490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHqzxn9sCI/AAAAAAAAAi0/v1Sq9zrOKoU/s320/DSCN2669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The adults! Thanks Kristen and Scott for coming even though you don't have kids, you can barrow mine until you get your own:)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202198645733961842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHsGxn9sHI/AAAAAAAAAjY/cncxxjzfcGM/s320/DSCN2686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Emmy and Anna getting ready to bounce&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202197224099786802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHq0Bn9sDI/AAAAAAAAAi8/PrK4WjFoRNg/s320/DSCN2672.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Grandma and Grandpa Ethington&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202198710158471346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHsKhn9sLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/iy3IOt-t_Ng/s320/DSCN2720.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Bethany clearly didn't want Troy to take her picture!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202202171902112002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHvUBn9sQI/AAAAAAAAAkg/1U80HLZ4gxg/s320/DSCN2716.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The people who didn't want to bounce, go figure!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202197236984688722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SDHq0xn9sFI/AAAAAAAAAjM/uODVrTl4j8c/s320/DSCN2677.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to post a little clip of Gavin rockin’ out on his drum set. 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I have no clue how I ever understood what life was really about before he came along. Two weeks before Gavin was born I made and appointment for May 10th at 5pm. I have to say it was nice to know the exact day and time I would go to the hospital. I was not allowed to eat for nine hours before surgery so that morning my mother, sister, and I all went to Mimis Café to eat. I was nervous but I was still pregnant so eating until I could barley move was not too hard. Being pregnant I could barley move anyways. Then we ran some errands and all I could think about was tonight I am going to have a baby! Eventually the time came and we drove down to Banner Desert Hospital. They started to prep me for the c-section and all of the sudden I started to have contractions. Now I know they weren’t as bad a full blow out labor but still I was in some pain. They hooked me up to a monitor and sure enough I was having contractions. Although they did tell me since I hadn’t had anything to drink in 7 hours and was slightly dehydrated it added to the effect. I got up to walk to the OR and had to sit down about a million times because I swore the pain was so bad. At 5:30pm they took Gavin out and the first thing I said was is he cute?! I was a little delirious at the time but could see this perfect little baby and heard him cry, it was the sweetest sound.Gavin weighted 7lbs 10oz and I thought he was huge. He came out ready do eat and that is what he did for the next 2 hours. It was an experience I will never forget and am so grateful for my little Gavinos!! Oh and for the record the name Gavin did come from Gavin Rossdale I really liked the way it sounded. However I almost named him Staten or Austin. I am glad I vetoed Austin though. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197879764518362226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUGzVO3HI/AAAAAAAAAhI/TSXhsdHj_w0/s320/2003_0210pillow0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUHDVO3II/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kwXGFEmW7_Y/s1600-h/2004_0510Image0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197879768813329538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUHDVO3II/AAAAAAAAAhQ/kwXGFEmW7_Y/s320/2004_0510Image0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197879764518362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUGzVO3GI/AAAAAAAAAhA/n-J92THmZhI/s320/baby+gavin+and+mommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197881130317962418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKVWTVO3LI/AAAAAAAAAho/4mT4DTrXnsE/s320/Gavin.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUHTVO3JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9s6sN5j4MdQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197879773108296850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUHTVO3JI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9s6sN5j4MdQ/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046894580751650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCMsHDVO3SI/AAAAAAAAAig/X_bpQsNy4wY/s320/DSCN0605(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that Gavin won’t be able to read this but one day he can read my scrapbook and read this letter to him so this is for you Gavin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gavin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; this Saturday you will turn 4!! Time has gone by so fast and seems to just past quicker and quicker every year. I want you to know how incredibly grateful I am that you are in my life. I can still remember the day you where born, I stuffed my face at Mimi’s Café early that morning so that I would be full until 5pm when I had to go to the hospital to have you. I was so nervous that day and could not sleep at all the night before. You were so strong from the moment you came into this world. The nurse walked over to you to check you grasping reflex, you held onto her fingers so tight that you lifted yourself off the table. Talk about strength!!! I am so happy that life turned out the way it did, and that I was able to be blessed with such and amazing little boy. Thank you so much Gavin, for teaching me humility, true happiness, love, fullfillment, and for allowing me to be your mother. I don’t feel I deserve you but thank you for hanging in there with me. I am forever indebted to be blessed with you, and don't know how I will every be good enough to be your mother. I love you more than words can describe and could write a novel on what you have brought to my life. I will save you the reading but just know how much I love and know that you are such a strong individual and have so much to offer. You are so amazing now I can’t even imagine what you will be like in the future. Slow down and stop growing up so fast! I love you and you are the GREATEST kid in the world!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Love your Mommy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197878420193598514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKS4jVO3DI/AAAAAAAAAgo/Mhna9baxQG0/s320/DSCN0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197878424488565826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKS4zVO3EI/AAAAAAAAAgw/WltOLQ5BMLg/s320/1+bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198046890285784338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCMsGzVO3RI/AAAAAAAAAiY/4uYsODw3gNo/s320/DSCN1011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197879777403264162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKUHjVO3KI/AAAAAAAAAhg/zxoVJKp4TQ0/s320/untitled2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197878415898631202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKS4TVO3CI/AAAAAAAAAgg/zK7oPneWZSM/s320/untitled6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-2556415242550551434?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-gavin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SCKVjjVO3MI/AAAAAAAAAhw/PIS2BLrpCr4/s72-c/gavin+2mon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-6474051970600119394</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:09.039-08:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend with Teeagers!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB820jouRCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ueo5KiIERD0/s1600-h/PICT0747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196932771555984418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB820jouRCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ueo5KiIERD0/s320/PICT0747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB816jouRBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9sHn4wh8nLU/s1600-h/PICT0753.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931775123571730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB816jouRBI/AAAAAAAAAf4/9sHn4wh8nLU/s320/PICT0753.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am in this time period right now where I don’t want to post but I am going to drag through it for the sake of my beautiful scrapbook that will come from this blog. I really need one because I am not creative enough to make a really cute scrapbook and get board with it ever time I start. So to keep a long story short I went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pinetop&lt;/span&gt; with my sister in law and her friend last weekend (Jennifer was asked to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pinetop&lt;/span&gt; prom.) Being that she is only 17 and tends to be a teenage girl all of the time, my MIL wanted me to take her. Well I did not want to go with two teenagers and myself so I brought my friend along for the ride. It was very interesting to say the least. I love my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; but have decided I don’t want a teenage girl, or at least I will keep her alienated from most of modern technology. I had no idea how much teenagers these days TEXT!! I hate it, don’t get me wrong I use text messaging for short conversations or when I am in an environment where talking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;isn&lt;/span&gt;’t exactly smiled upon (aka doctors offices and waiting rooms). However I had no clue that cell phones are no longer used to talked, just to text your friends hundreds of times. I swear to you they must have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;texted&lt;/span&gt; at least 2-3 hours of the 4 hour ride home. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931019209327506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB81OjouQ5I/AAAAAAAAAe4/yZ3IJeXZF90/s320/PICT0739.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196935309881656386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB85ITouREI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/p06bGeHGVU4/s320/PICT0770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on with my “short” story we got to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pinetop&lt;/span&gt; late Friday night and had to turn on the power, water, and gas. I am posting a picture of the water knob to prove to my father it was not as easy as he thinks it is. (Again scrapbook purposes my dad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;doesn&lt;/span&gt;’t read my blog.) It took Tricia and me a little while to open the door where the T-Bar was so we could use it to twist the knob. Then I had to dig through wonderful bugs and use my finger nails just to find the dumb knob. This really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t have been a problem but I kept telling my dad I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t find the knob and he said “Marci, I can find with my eyes close”. Tricia can tell you it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t as easy as it may look, also it was 9:30pm so the lack of light &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really help. Well eventually I found it and we were able to turn the water on. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931745058800594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB814zouQ9I/AAAAAAAAAfY/iYycxXh9Vdw/s320/PICT0767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on Saturday Tricia and I went out “on the town”, while the girls went on their day date. FYI I really wish I could go to prom again, I forgot how fun it is to get all dressed up, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t really get to enjoy me prom/high school days enough. When they got home from there date Jennifer’s dress &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t completely done so thank heavens Tricia can sew because she finished the dress while I did hair and make up. I feel like girls these days tend to go more casual dressing at prom so I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t sure how my Barbie Doll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;SIL&lt;/span&gt; would look in her VERY pink dress. Apparently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Pinetop&lt;/span&gt; is a different world because we saw a bunch of girls is very interesting dresses. We thought it would be fun to see what all the girls were wearing. It was pretty easy to watch them all too, we just had to sit in front of the movie theaters. That’s right the prom was in the concession part of the movie theaters. However they closed down all the shops along side of the theaters so that the kids could have free food along with the dance. Anyways we saw a neon green dress and a camouflaged dress; it’s the least I could expect. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931010619392898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB81ODouQ4I/AAAAAAAAAew/QR_OxDHuiJQ/s320/PICT0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931049274098626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB81QTouQ8I/AAAAAAAAAfQ/LSwgIxSrkkw/s320/PICT0759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931036389196706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB81PjouQ6I/AAAAAAAAAfA/xsLDuudVyds/s320/PICT0750.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short story is dragging on to much so to wrap it up, it was fun. I have learned a lot about what I might have been like as a teenager. Although I have to say I thought I was a lot more mature at that age, may be I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t I probably just thought I was? I was glad I had the chance to spend some time at my cabin. I love that it is always quite and peaceful there. Even thought there where some minor set back all in all it was a great trip. Thanks Tricia for helping me tame the wild ones and sewing Jennifer dress. G T G T!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196932775850951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB820zouRDI/AAAAAAAAAgI/boTXRTGWykI/s320/PICT0735.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931753648735218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB815TouQ_I/AAAAAAAAAfo/TpAHWgIxt7U/s320/PICT0764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931766533637122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB816DouRAI/AAAAAAAAAfw/lhZCID7h5nU/s320/PICT0765.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196931044979131314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB81QDouQ7I/AAAAAAAAAfI/JdSPiYPQP4Q/s320/PICT0752.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-6474051970600119394?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-with-teeagers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SB820jouRCI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ueo5KiIERD0/s72-c/PICT0747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5442453196068109820</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 16:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:10.837-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gone for 2 Years</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193216198915801858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBICnjouQwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/s6yI8VuUh5E/s320/DSCN2628.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193216168851030738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBIClzouQtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/-bqn-sB536w/s320/DSCN2616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday we all went to celebrate Trevor’s last dinner with the family for two years. I have only really been attached two missionaries that I have seen off. My cousin Chase left in November and that was extremely hard because I finally realized that my little cousin had grown up. It is a bit of a shock when you realized how fast life passes you by. Well, now it is my second time around and it is still hard. I can’t really grasp the fact that they can’t talk to you on the phone or we can’t just call to see how he is doing. Nor can I grasp that he won’t be back for another two years. I kept telling him when he gets back Gavin will almost be 6! That is crazy within itself for me. I am really still fascinated by the concept of being gone for such a long time, it’s not like they went away to college and you can go and visit them, there gone. I don’t know why it is so interesting / difficult to sink in. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193217483111023458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBIDyTouQ2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/imJIH7cHJ50/s320/DSCN2641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193217186758279986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBIDhDouQzI/AAAAAAAAAeI/al9ELOYlRGw/s320/DSCN2634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193216186030899938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBICmzouQuI/AAAAAAAAAdg/O7phKkk-Jas/s320/DSCN2617.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193216203210769170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBICnzouQxI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-xy7FKoeyUw/s320/DSCN2633.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193217195348214610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBIDhjouQ1I/AAAAAAAAAeY/9-_Io97coU4/s320/DSCN2632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to the more uplifting reason for this post, on Monday we all had Mexican food and sat around talked and stuffed our faces. It was really nice to have one last big dinner before he left. I am very happy for him and I know he will do well. I myself have obviously never been on a Mission but I can imaged it would be really difficult at first. Especially those Ethington boys who are such home bodies, according to Troy he along with the rest of the brothers on some level all got home sick. I am sure Trevor will have to endure some of those feeling but they will quickly diminish when he doesn’t have any time to dwell. I will be completing this post in another two years when he returns :) ! (I will also make a post for my cousin Chase, I never took any pictures due to the fact I didn’t carry my camera around like I try to now. I wasn’t really into the blogging world as much then either. Needless to say I am very upset that I don’t have pictures, so I will post something later so that it will be in my future scrapbook. I love you Chase and miss you!)&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193218913335133042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBIFFjouQ3I/AAAAAAAAAeo/xTykTKD35tA/s320/DSCN2618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193217178168345378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBIDgjouQyI/AAAAAAAAAeA/6H8g2FQ-I48/s320/DSCN2645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193216190325867250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBICnDouQvI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dBN2rF6sloM/s320/DSCN2623.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5442453196068109820?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/04/gone-for-2-years.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SBICnjouQwI/AAAAAAAAAdw/s6yI8VuUh5E/s72-c/DSCN2628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-6900079688599824745</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Apr 2008 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:13.768-08:00</atom:updated><title>Ironman Weekend</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210452206893138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPHaaSJOFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gfJGVCETivo/s320/DSCN2559.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend was so much fun, Scott did the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; and Lynn and Jake came down form California to show support. But, before the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt; on Sunday I had a few friends over for a BBQ. I am so glad to have such amazing friends that I am able to be myself around and laugh until I pee my pants. I had everyone bring something and they all did, which was a great help. I gave the assignment to Jared to bring a dessert, holy cow it was amazing. Everyone at the party loved this chocolate cheesecake and it looked so pretty. I am really big on the way foods looks only because I enjoy the presentation so much. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210430732056610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPHZKSJOCI/AAAAAAAAAbw/7YhUNzsJcwk/s320/DSCN2562.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208906018666466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPGAaSJN-I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/CxXzcbEEPx8/s320/DSCN2557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208914608601074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPGA6SJN_I/AAAAAAAAAbY/0qRQDFUFoaU/s320/DSCN2561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210439321991218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPHZqSJODI/AAAAAAAAAb4/5k9agMFl2mE/s320/DSCN2552.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208283248408450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPFcKSJN4I/AAAAAAAAAag/yz4XhbIJATc/s320/DSCN2548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208291838343058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPFcqSJN5I/AAAAAAAAAao/dAYdRTmFQSw/s320/DSCN2549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208300428277666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPFdKSJN6I/AAAAAAAAAaw/VkWUdnEyCYs/s320/DSCN2550.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210443616958530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPHZ6SJOEI/AAAAAAAAAcA/jKhrP2mgsR0/s320/DSCN2570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we ate and they played games after. We played this gamed called Buzz and did boys against girls. When it came time for Regan’s turn she was laughing so hard she was crying so she lost us a good turn. In Regan’s defense she loves cats and that was the buzz word, and so for some reason we all thought that was hilarious. I had a blast and was glad that everyone was able to stay late. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208309018212274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPFdqSJN7I/AAAAAAAAAa4/lqiLm4LH-58/s320/DSCN2553.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208313313179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPFd6SJN8I/AAAAAAAAAbA/OUh_93LJrOo/s320/DSCN2555.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208918903568386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPGBKSJOAI/AAAAAAAAAbg/yyn_-prDTB4/s320/DSCN2567.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189208923198535698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPGBaSJOBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/M6QdNBGZ5P8/s320/DSCN2564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to support Scott in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ironman&lt;/span&gt;, which is an amazing sight. I really am so proud of Scott and everyone else who did it. Last year when I went I missed the swimming portion of the race and Kristen told me that was one of the best parts. So this year we all went early to see the race start. It is amazing footage to see all these people in the water preparing themselves for the day of endurance. The energy is overwhelming and it really was a sight to see. The most humbling part of the race is at the very end when you watch the racers cross the finish line and collapse right after. Everyone was emotional at the sight and a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;emotional&lt;/span&gt; ending. I was so glad that I was able to be there and was in complete awe of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;determination&lt;/span&gt; of the racers. GO SCOTTIE!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189210465091795042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPHbKSJOGI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/GGXkL-WL-Hk/s320/DSCN2573.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211448639305842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIUaSJOHI/AAAAAAAAAcY/O7JgxwWOnaA/s320/DSCN2576.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211452934273154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIUqSJOII/AAAAAAAAAcg/iTgdR3Fwvqw/s320/DSCN2579.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211465819175074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIVaSJOKI/AAAAAAAAAcw/cdyZaUNSaKw/s320/DSCN2585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211461524207762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIVKSJOJI/AAAAAAAAAco/cadEUvgiW6A/s320/DSCN2578.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211826596427970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIqaSJOMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/2NmTU4wgIY4/s320/DSCN2589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211835186362594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIq6SJOOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/HH8_DjVqMyQ/s320/DSCN2593.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189211830891395282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPIqqSJONI/AAAAAAAAAdI/exJkDQqK5rI/s320/DSCN2592.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-6900079688599824745?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/04/ironman-weekend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/SAPHaaSJOFI/AAAAAAAAAcI/gfJGVCETivo/s72-c/DSCN2559.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-44075813800094092</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Apr 2008 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:14.695-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sand Dunes</title><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186579930706629074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R_pu96DwUdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/n1ozBVIB3oE/s320/DSCN2537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend I had a weekend to myself because Gavin and Troy went to the Sand Dunes with a few of his friends and their kids. I was so excited to have a weekend with myself, although I didn’t spend one moment by myself. Unfortunately this post will be short because I gave Troy the camera to take pictures and they took 4! Oh well, I expected that to happen.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186579922116694466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R_pu9aDwUcI/AAAAAAAAAZs/6lpxjLysJmQ/s320/DSCN2536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gavin has been talking about the Dunes for about a month now and I used his excitement as leverage when he would miss behave (too bad it doesn’t work anymore). Friday morning came and at 4am I got Gavin up to get ready and load up. I just want to inform every one that Thursday night I didn’t go to sleep until 1:30am, I don’t know why. Well when I went to Gavin’s room his light was on and he wasn’t in his bed. I was freaking out and thought that someone kidnapped him. I know I over reacted a little. Well I ran in our room to find that Gavin had came in early that morning, I didn’t remember hearing him. That is most likely because he knows that if he comes to my side of the bed I will put him back to in his room. Well he was so tired and didn’t want to get up so Troy pretended he was going to leave that without him. I guess he must have been really tired because he said okay. Eventually he got excited and realized where he was headed. When they all finally left it was about 5:30 and I was so excited to go back to bed and sleep in for a little while. Much to my surprise I couldn’t fall back asleep. I was so tired and knew that I had to leave the house by 10. I finally went back to sleep at 9 and woke up an hour later. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186579935001596386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R_pu-KDwUeI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AO_SJ6djCeE/s320/DSCN2541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Troy rented a rhino because we thought that the kids would get sick of riding their 4-wheelers. Well they did and they all loved to ride around in the rhino. Gavin came home one Saturday evening and Sunday morning told me how much fun he had. He also mentioned that he loved to watch the bikers jump the hill (his words) “Mom the motorcycles jumped over the mountains and they went vroom vroom just like that.” He has so much fun, I am sure he is looking forward to next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186579939296563698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R_pu-aDwUfI/AAAAAAAAAaE/-2KuUfN-2I4/s320/DSCN2546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed and the girls in the rhino at the dunes&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186580497642312210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R_pve6DwUhI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Q7w7B60Y68g/s320/DSCN2540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Gavin in the morning just before leaving... it was 4 in the morning that is why this pic is so dark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-44075813800094092?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/04/sand-dunes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R_pu96DwUdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/n1ozBVIB3oE/s72-c/DSCN2537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-8513597306384820003</guid><pubDate>Tue, 25 Mar 2008 17:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-03-25T11:00:54.057-07:00</atom:updated><title>I thought this was so CUTE!</title><description>I know I just posted yesterday but, on the way to school this morning Gavin started singing and I wanted to record it so I did. I also had forgotten about a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt; I recorded &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; on my phone of him dancing in my bedroom so I am putting that up too. For those of you who know Gavin, know how much he loves to dance and sing. I really have no clue where he gets it from. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-griqDwULI/AAAAAAAAAXk/b3Hno8g7j1U/s320/DSCN2501.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To start off last Friday I had the pleasure of watching the Patterson girls because, baby Kingston finally arrived. I really do love having them over, Gavin loves them and gets to have playmates all day. We spent most of the morning outside playing on the slip n’ slide and the inflatable water slide. I went to make them a snack and came out to find they all had made little beds out of my chairs. It was so cute; they wanted me to put the snacks in the center and just sat there enjoying the outside. Okay now I need to explain why Kendra and Gavin are the only ones who are in there gender appropriate swimsuit. Bethany didn’t have Kaili and Kennedy’s swim wear out for the summer yet, so they wanted to wear Gavin’s old swimsuit. It was so cute!&lt;br /&gt;That afternoon they all decided to make a store/office in my office bathroom. I cleaning and didn’t realize what they were doing until I heard a bunch of noises in the bathroom. I went in to find three chairs in the shower and Kendra on the toilet with the table in front of her eating a play dough sandwich. Again very funny, I am so amazed with the imaginations of children. When they had to leave Gavin was devastated and wanted them to come over that night. Oh and a little side note I was listening in to Gavin and Kennedy’s conversation which went something like this.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: “I have a boyfriend that I am going to marry”&lt;br /&gt;Gavin: “Who?”&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: “Tory is my husband I am going to marry him,”&lt;br /&gt;Gavin: “I can’t marry him, I don’t’ have a boyfriend, Tory can’t be my boyfriend he is my dad.”&lt;br /&gt;I chime in with you can’t marry him, I am married to him.&lt;br /&gt;Kennedy: “I am going to marry him.”&lt;br /&gt;I really love to hear kids talk it is very entertaining. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441105416180002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gtO6DwUSI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AvbEaz_XVfc/s320/DSCN2517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441096826245394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gtOaDwURI/AAAAAAAAAYU/b1l59bTGhJQ/s320/DSCN2503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441006631932162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gtJKDwUQI/AAAAAAAAAYM/BfdBpqxiQ2o/s320/DSCN2520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181441114006114610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gtPaDwUTI/AAAAAAAAAYk/7F-48FdE4L4/s320/DSCN2519.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181439262875209938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-grjqDwUNI/AAAAAAAAAX0/PWG2r7F3CfQ/s320/DSCN2506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181439254285275330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-grjKDwUMI/AAAAAAAAAXs/KIDjWk6cp3I/s320/DSCN2502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181439271465144546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-grkKDwUOI/AAAAAAAAAX8/pZlNS_ENbqA/s320/DSCN2510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to Easter I forgot to take my camera to the Saba’s Easter so I only have pictures of Gavin waking up and finding his Easter basket. He loved it and wanted to color right away. Later that day Troy and I went to my Uncle Kent’s house for Easter. They have a gorgeous house and quite large, which was helpful because almost everyone in the Saba family comes to Easter. (That’s a lot of people) Easter started at 1pm and I didn’t pick Gavin until 4 so I thought he would miss the Easter egg hunt. Well, lucky for me we didn’t start eating dinner until 3 so he was able to participate in the hunt. Gavin is now almost 4 and I still thought he might need some help looking for eggs. All my thought quickly vanished when I saw him find all those eggs. I think he found the most eggs out of anyone. I had to tell him to let other kids get some. He seriously is a good “hunter?” I guess that is what I would call him in this situation.&lt;br /&gt;Early that day when we pick him up to bring him back so that every one could see him, they were thrilled. The Saba’s do not get to see him much because I have him every other holiday and that always seems to land on the Saba’s holiday. Anyways my grandparents where so excited and my grandpa Roger asked Gavin if he wanted a dollar. Of course Gavin said yes, and my grandpa pulled out a buck and gave it to him. While Gavin was inspecting the dollar he noticed the pyramid and the back of the dollar bill which he said “Grandpa great look the temple.” It really was so cute!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443025266561346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gu-qDwUUI/AAAAAAAAAYs/E963G47I2GQ/s320/DSCN2522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443033856495954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gu_KDwUVI/AAAAAAAAAY0/XQ1uCApG-4w/s320/DSCN2524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443042446430562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gu_qDwUWI/AAAAAAAAAY8/75qI3z9PWZs/s320/DSCN2526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443046741397874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gu_6DwUXI/AAAAAAAAAZE/J2ri8y4FAEQ/s320/DSCN2528.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also wanted to share these cute pictures of Gavin. This morning I gave him a bath in my tub. I like to clean my bedroom while he is taking shower or bath. Well this morning I went to get him out and I found him starting at his butt in the mirror. Either my son is a comedian or very vain. I think he is a mixture of both. I thought it was cute so I wanted to post pictures from it. I also taught him to plug his nose and hold his breath so that he could go under water. SIDE NOTE: I am now obsessed with two new shows, one of which has gone off the air but you can still rent the seasons. The other one just wrapped its first season. They are………. Arrested Development and Lipstick Jungle, I love them!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181444116188254642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gv-KDwUbI/AAAAAAAAAZk/tbo12HhhbSM/s320/DSCN2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181443055331332482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gvAaDwUYI/AAAAAAAAAZM/GMjU_gMf2As/s320/DSCN2530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181444060353679762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gv66DwUZI/AAAAAAAAAZU/Jj-cfaPLUhs/s320/DSCN2531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181444111893287330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-gv96DwUaI/AAAAAAAAAZc/j0qCihSH00Y/s320/DSCN2534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-8135715160633456626?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-start-off-last-friday-i-had-pleasure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-griqDwULI/AAAAAAAAAXk/b3Hno8g7j1U/s72-c/DSCN2501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5665989820055879156</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:20.590-08:00</atom:updated><title>Weekend with the Halladay's</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GAn6DwUBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iSLavJnLHmo/s1600-h/DSCN2435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179562469541040146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GAn6DwUBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iSLavJnLHmo/s320/DSCN2435.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past weekend Kristen and I went to Lynn and Jake’s house in California. We left on Friday and came home Tuesday, you would think that it was enough time but I could have stayed there for another week. I do however have a child and a husband to get home to, so that would have been impossible. If I’m making whishes I would like to move there with my family and downsize the population so that traffic wouldn’t be so bad. That will never happen but I can dream. Anyway, on Saturday we walked down to a little pizza place and met up with some of Lynn and Jake’s friends. Then we walked around to this shopping center and did what we all had been saving up to do, shop! All the while my adorable little niece Annabelle chilled in her stroller. She really is such a great baby. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179562512490713170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GAqaDwUFI/AAAAAAAAAWw/zimq0eV3x3g/s320/DSCN2477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night after all the shopping had exhausted us Kristen and I drove around to find a fruit smoothie. (A little side note, for some reason I was so sick this past weekend and couldn’t find anything to soothe my stomach, so a fruit smoothie sounded great). While out on our adventure we came across this AMAZING store call Whole Foods Market. I am almost positive that there is one here or at least I hope there will be. I can’t even describe to you how awesome this “grocery” store is. I can’t even really call it that because there was a smoothie bar, tea bar, sushi bar, sandwich bar, and a variety of other foods. Plus that most indulgent selection of dessert you could ask for. Well to make a long story short we bought some dinner and Pirate Booty and headed back to Lynn’s. For those of you who aren’t familiar with Pirate Booty you should get some it's great and healthy. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179563448793583714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GBg6DwUGI/AAAAAAAAAW4/941iGikcHXc/s320/DSCN2483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179563461678485634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GBhqDwUII/AAAAAAAAAXI/qkf4QblE0Yw/s320/DSCN2433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday being the wonderful people that they are, Lynn and Jake went to church while Kristen and I were sinners and went shopping and to the beach. By the way I really did have every intention on going to church with Lynn and Jake but I was so tired from the night before my body wouldn’t allow me. When Kristen and I got back from our little detour we all went to LA to drive around and to see if we could spot any celebrities. Again Annabelle came with us and she just drove around celebrity watching, I know she loved it too. We didn’t find any celebrities but we did buy a star’s map and drove around to look at their homes. Being the private people they are all there homes had huge gates that blocked your view of the house. But for those of you who are interested here are the gates of…….&lt;br /&gt;David and Victoria Beckham &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179561674972090322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-F_5qDwT9I/AAAAAAAAAVw/88kNvd6NBDM/s200/DSCN2446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Playboy Mansion &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179561722216730610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-F_8aDwT_I/AAAAAAAAAWA/lABP5FwkNug/s200/DSCN2448.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Late Aaron Spelling &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179561726511697922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-F_8qDwUAI/AAAAAAAAAWI/qKBGsZQ8vR0/s200/DSCN2449.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old house of Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179561696446926818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-F_66DwT-I/AAAAAAAAAV4/KNJMbSaLUKE/s200/DSCN2447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star stalking was so much fun, not because I would wonder what they are doing, or because you could see their gates; but because we where all laughing and breathing in the fresh air ;).&lt;br /&gt;On Monday we shopped in the Morning and then Lynn, Annabelle, Kristen and I all lounged out by the pool in the afternoon. That night Jake came with us and we all ate at Ruby’s on the pier. It has great views! I have always herd people talking about his place and how it is so great to eat at, so I was glad that I was able to do that. Then we went home and put precious baby Annabelle to sleep and stayed up talking and laughing. We also renamed our snack friend “butt pirate booty”; you kind of had to be there to find it as funny as we did. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179562482425942050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GAoqDwUCI/AAAAAAAAAWY/bzFH-cbMMUs/s320/DSCN2455.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179563465973452946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GBh6DwUJI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/FsLzV0-gBiQ/s320/DSCN2453.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179563453088551026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GBhKDwUHI/AAAAAAAAAXA/xcEQUVunYwA/s320/DSCN2497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning we all got up and met up with Tricia and her kids at this great little breakfast place. Then Kristen and I drove home but not without stopping by the outlets first. It really was a great trip, and I can’t wait until we can all hang out again. Now, for the part where I get to brag about Annabelle, she really is one of the cutest little babies EVER. I know that she misses me! She is so relaxed and I love the way she smells, most all babies smell good but Annabelle smells so sweet I just want to eat her. I am so glad that I was able to go and see her. I am so excited that Gavin has another playmate. (Well, she can’t play with him yet, but soon) He kept asking me if he could go to Calibornia (his word) and see baby Annabelle. Thank you Lynn and Jake for letting us stay with you and thank you Annabelle for being so cute that I can hardly stand it. Oh and while I am on my list of thank you’s, thanks Kristen for being a fun road tripper and for getting us home in record time. Love you girls!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179563474563387554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GBiaDwUKI/AAAAAAAAAXY/Xd8XOIFoGH4/s320/DSCN2488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179562491015876658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GApKDwUDI/AAAAAAAAAWg/V-GS1i_vtAE/s320/DSCN2468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179562499605811266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GApqDwUEI/AAAAAAAAAWo/TIwwZZchDPA/s320/DSCN2491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5665989820055879156?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/03/weekend-with-halladays.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R-GAn6DwUBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/iSLavJnLHmo/s72-c/DSCN2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5180743461330310088</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 Mar 2008 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:22.514-08:00</atom:updated><title>This is for my sister who hates me for not blogging enough!!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJvSqk_gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Fs0UewGc8SE/s1600-h/DSCN2371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546636010421762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJvSqk_gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Fs0UewGc8SE/s320/DSCN2371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay to start off it was Weston’s birthday on the 25th of February and we had a great birthday party for him at the park across from my parents house. Chari rented a bouncer and we had pizza and a cookie cake. Everyone had a blast and the kids loved the bouncer. I bought Weston a bubble machine because he loved bubbles. I have a problem with immediate gratification and wanted to see how Weston liked my gift right away. (It is a problem I have suffered with my whole life, oh well!) Well Weston loved it along with the rest of the kids. It actually was a mesmerizing gift, I sat there and watched the bubbles within bubbles machine way to long. I had a momentary lapse into my childhood, getting so excited when three bubbles would be contained within one huge one. It was pretty neat (I wasn’t the only adult watching it).&lt;br /&gt;Well I can’t believe how much Weston has grown. It seems like just yesterday when I would be getting ready in my bedroom and trying to entertain him at the same time. Or when I would have him sleep with me in the morning and watch Friends with him. He was the cutest baby ever, and yes he was more attractive as a newborn then Gavin was. Gavin is adorable now but not all newborns are cute, despite what people tell you. Oh and I must also say my best friend Lynn’s baby Annabelle was another very cute newborn. Anyways, I am so honored to say I am the aunt of and amazing nephew. I love him so much and am so glad that he and my son are so close. I LOVE YOU WESTON!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545669642780082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bI3Cqk_bI/AAAAAAAAAUY/ofATc6kMYHI/s320/DSCN2366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176547241600810578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bKSiqk_lI/AAAAAAAAAVo/AeMI_BHLUlU/s320/DSCN2394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545682527681986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bI3yqk_cI/AAAAAAAAAUg/wByhidoiS28/s320/DSCN2390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545691117616594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bI4Sqk_dI/AAAAAAAAAUo/SYUZB9Ys7zE/s320/DSCN2405.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545781311929826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bI9iqk_eI/AAAAAAAAAUw/Sa4voKrGpHQ/s320/DSCN2399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176545794196831730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bI-Sqk_fI/AAAAAAAAAU4/siXJ09GXOdE/s320/DSCN2402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now on to yesterday, I know that it is March but we live in Arizona and I laid out all yesterday while Gavin played in the water. It was so nice I really love that I can start on my tan early before I go to California this weekend. Gavin is obsessed with being outside so I thought what a good time to tame my white skin. Well it worked (a little) for me but, Gavin can get tan in two seconds. I do love to see children have tan lines, it is so cute. Here are some pictures of Gavin being Gavin!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546657485258258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJwiqk_hI/AAAAAAAAAVI/O6EZsrpGdbg/s320/DSCN2414.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546713319833154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJzyqk_kI/AAAAAAAAAVg/K0eB8MKsil8/s320/DSCN2428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546696139963954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJyyqk_jI/AAAAAAAAAVY/ZyC0Y6AEZwQ/s320/DSCN2417.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176546683255062050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJyCqk_iI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/tVqyrt3hWsQ/s320/DSCN2410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5180743461330310088?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/03/this-is-for-my-sister-who-hates-me-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R9bJvSqk_gI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Fs0UewGc8SE/s72-c/DSCN2371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-9199213478272282851</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Feb 2008 18:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:23.361-08:00</atom:updated><title>Sunday Funday!!!!!</title><description>Grandparent time!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017034567477410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R7h8HJKP6KI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AMsqks-B9-M/s320/DSCN2337.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Sunday my family usually gets together at my parents house to hang out and have a big family dinner. Well Last Sunday I decided to have everyone come to my house so that I didn’t have to drive in to town. Troy cooked on the BBQ and everyone brought a side dish, the food was great! We ate outside while Gavin and Weston played in the backyard. I love watching the kids enjoy themselves so much and I also love that it  was still nice enough to eat outside. After dinner we played games and had dessert by the fire. It was a really enjoyable time. I am really lucky to have such a great family! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017000207738994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R7h8FJKP6HI/AAAAAAAAATg/Fd532hJslqk/s320/DSCN2348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Gavin playing baseball with grandpa I think he was really in to it?!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168016991617804386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R7h8EpKP6GI/AAAAAAAAATY/gAoISnJ0LFc/s320/DSCN2342.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Weston playing soccer, he was great at it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017013092640898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R7h8F5KP6II/AAAAAAAAATo/jKwMHR91M1w/s320/DSCN2344.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My husband grilling up a storm, what a tropper!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168017021682575506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R7h8GZKP6JI/AAAAAAAAATw/Bbizyr6z6F8/s320/DSCN2354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who cleaned up the mess?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-9199213478272282851?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/02/sunday-funday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R7h8HJKP6KI/AAAAAAAAAT4/AMsqks-B9-M/s72-c/DSCN2337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-2851500437878725593</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Feb 2008 21:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:24.857-08:00</atom:updated><title>EVENTS!!!!!!!!!!</title><description>This past week was very eventful.  On Tuesday, I went to a vigil at the state capitol for a bill that mandates insurance companies extend coverage for behavioral therapy for children with Autism.  It was very moving, and gave people a better understanding about how expensive this burden is for parents.  I hope it is made known that Autism is treatable.  That is why it is extremely important for this bill to pass.  I am so grateful to my mother in law and sister in law who came out to support the bill.  I want to thank all of you who signed the petition or who called your district office in support of the bill.  My beautiful, delightful, intelligent, and spirited nephew Weston thanks you as well. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163253240435522450" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6ePd1GLO5I/AAAAAAAAATI/yBcDgWBcir4/s320/Candle_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163253244730489762" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6ePeFGLO6I/AAAAAAAAATQ/VejYAPSg21g/s320/Candle_17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the other events…  On Wednesday I had my vendor party-- which went okay.   I enjoyed being able to shop from the comfort of my mother's living room.  I had fun, and I hope those of you who came enjoyed yourselves as well.  Although it was fun, I will not be throwing a party for some time (They are a ton of work to organize).  I'll still go to them, I just don’t want to have them :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now on to event three; London’s run.  On Wednesday my husband decided he wanted to run a ½ marathon with Tricia and Jared.  By the way, Tricia and Jared decided to run the ½ marathon a while back, so the fact that Troy decided on Wednesday is a bit comical.  So I signed him up, and on Saturday he ran 13 miles.  He made it in 3 hours 17 minutes, which is not too bad for not training and deciding three days earlier.  I have to say I am so proud of him.  I told him I would join him next year in the run after I train and look better in my gym clothes.  Jared and Tricia did very well, in fact I am so impressed with Jared, he did awesome!  I am also very proud of Tricia as well.  She ran the whole way and looked good the entire time.  Kristen and I had a great time driving from mile marker to mile marker cheering them on.  -  Being a supporter sure was exhausting!!   After the race we went to Logan’s Roadhouse so the runners could eat all the calories they burned off.  The funniest thing was when the waiter seated us we had to warn him that the racers might smell and not to think these people dressed like this for fun.  It was hilarious to see them walking around like they were dying, which they were.  I can’t wait until next time when I am able to run myself to death!   Awesome day and an awesome run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163246012005563154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6eI5FGLOxI/AAAAAAAAASI/jn-V0uOoU2s/s320/DSCN2172.JPG" border="0" /&gt; It was so exciting to see them win!!!!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163246042070334242" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6eI61GLOyI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LqgAEBcvQ8Y/s320/DSCN2173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Troy before the race!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163246059250203442" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6eI71GLOzI/AAAAAAAAASY/9d7Yi9QNcVc/s320/DSCN2186.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The prepared runners and one crazy guy!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163246067840138050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6eI8VGLO0I/AAAAAAAAASg/THib_HxoQhk/s320/DSCN2199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The supports and a good lookin' runner&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163246076430072658" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6eI81GLO1I/AAAAAAAAASo/p53hRcE1TXw/s320/DSCN2234.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared running his heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163253201780816738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6ePblGLO2I/AAAAAAAAASw/SL2KZy6Vltg/s320/DSCN2260.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Troy at the 5 mile marker&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163253223255653234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6ePc1GLO3I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vFXw-sYAiC8/s320/DSCN2274.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Tricia running her heart out at the 10 mile marker&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163253236140555138" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6ePdlGLO4I/AAAAAAAAATA/JOiovBHALXk/s320/DSCN2333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The Aftermath&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-2851500437878725593?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/02/events.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R6ePd1GLO5I/AAAAAAAAATI/yBcDgWBcir4/s72-c/Candle_06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-5160680762617998634</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jan 2008 20:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:25.297-08:00</atom:updated><title>Trying Something New</title><description>I don't normally do this but I thought I might give it a try; I am throwing a vendor party on the 30th of January at my mother's house. I went to a Cookie Lee party a while back and the Lady said I would get 50% off if I threw a party so I thought why not. I will have Cookie Lee (jewelry), Mary Kay, Gold Canyon, Pampered Chef, and Not So Perfect Tin. If you want any thing from those vendors come and bring who ever you want. I don't have everyone's address but I am sending out invitations soon so if any of you want to come email me your address at Mar21Sea@aol. I am crossing my fingers that it goes well. Hope to see you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4vhp0Uk2xI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/f7xqkl57184/s1600-h/Picture+271.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4vhp0Uk2xI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/f7xqkl57184/s400/Picture+271.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155462306991495954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend Troy and I went up to California for our two year anniversary and for Lynn's baby shower. We had a very eventful weekend, I can't tell you what happened yet because I feel like someone else should post it before I do. Lets just say I am so glad I went and had an amazing time. Newport Beach is such a nice place and the weather was great. We also went to the Target in West Hollywood which felt like we where in another world. There are some of the most intresting people there. I have to say I love California but don't know if I could handle the amount of traffic. It took us a half and hour to move ten miles, ahh the joys of freeways. All in all it was a great trip and I can't wait to go back there soon!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4viWkUk21I/AAAAAAAAARc/OP6trwBhRr0/s1600-h/Picture+266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4viWkUk21I/AAAAAAAAARc/OP6trwBhRr0/s400/Picture+266.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155463075790642002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4vh2EUk2yI/AAAAAAAAARE/mRN-MgtDTpY/s1600-h/Picture+267.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4vh2EUk2yI/AAAAAAAAARE/mRN-MgtDTpY/s400/Picture+267.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155462517444893474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-5160680762617998634?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/trying-something-new.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4vhp0Uk2xI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/f7xqkl57184/s72-c/Picture+271.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-6792006088130073804</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2008 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:26.945-08:00</atom:updated><title>Weston and Gavin</title><description>I am writing this post to my nephew and son; I am in the mood to reminisce. First of all I want to say how lucky I am to have such and amazing nephew and what a blessing he is to my life and Gavin’s. Although my life doesn’t always go according to plan (who’s does?) I am so glad that my sister and I where able to be pregnant with in a few months of each other. Gavin and Weston have always been best friends and will continue to be the rest of their life. I am in complete amazement they way they bonded when they were just months old. I know that every parent thinks that there kid is the greatest and I am no different however; I love my nephew just as much as my own son. I can’t believe I have been so bless to have two wonderful little boys in my life. I know that they share such a special bond and I am so grateful for that. Here are some pictures from when they where younger. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152180501005785746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4A43kUk2pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/b5ABiMjICTw/s200/DSCN2124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152180453761145458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4A400Uk2nI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2gFrQFbiMCc/s200/DSCN0669.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152173251100989986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4AyRkUk2iI/AAAAAAAAAO8/QaOnJc5t1rU/s200/DSCN0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152173259690924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4AySEUk2jI/AAAAAAAAAPE/c4H5T3wwckk/s200/DSCN0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152180462351080066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4A41UUk2oI/AAAAAAAAAPs/rIOlXLNXelA/s200/DSCN1232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152173268280859202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4AySkUk2kI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zx0kitAZSEU/s200/DSCN0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152173276870793810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4AyTEUk2lI/AAAAAAAAAPU/4aMJaBEdxK0/s200/DSCN0597(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152173285460728418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4AyTkUk2mI/AAAAAAAAAPc/C3FdrwWv_Q4/s200/DSCN0614(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to ruin this post by telling everyone how mad I am that I lost my new phone yesterday at the movies theaters. So for that sake of an angry post lets just say I lost it and I was very upset. Sorry to Tricia for having to witness my outraged at every teenager in the parking lot (one in particular). I am also sorry that you had to hear me yell about how mad I was the whole way home. Okay that is enough of that; I will be getting a new phone soon. NO MORE WORRIES!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-6792006088130073804?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2008/01/weston-and-gavin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R4A43kUk2pI/AAAAAAAAAP0/b5ABiMjICTw/s72-c/DSCN2124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-8429714828902099049</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Dec 2007 21:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:28.030-08:00</atom:updated><title>Gavin's First Date!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwZUUk2gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yTN_f83snUA/s1600-h/img_0225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145329222081026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwZUUk2gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yTN_f83snUA/s400/img_0225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so it wasn't really a date but Gavin and Brooke sure acted like it was. We went to the Temple Lights with Chari, Wade, Cindy, and Brent (oh and all the little ones)! Well it was a fun night but I couldn't help but notice that Gavin and Brooke wouldn't leave each others sides and held hands the entire time, it was so cute. Cindy took a picture of the two standing under the Christmas wreath however; Cindy forgot to include the wreath in the pictures so you can use your imagination. It was s great night!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145007099533778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwGkUk2dI/AAAAAAAAAOU/K3Zj9ocqH3s/s200/img_0215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145011394501090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwG0Uk2eI/AAAAAAAAAOc/a5_kJqUdXRQ/s200/img_0224.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145007099533746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwGkUk2bI/AAAAAAAAAOE/v0erbySGmDY/s200/img_0210.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and a little side note that I thought was so funny. As we were waiting for Cindy and Brent to arrive a group of mutual kids had just finish walking the grounds. A diver in a car stop in the middle of the road (he had just finished walking the grounds as well) to yell at a young man who had flashed him with a laser. The Leader of the young man said I will take care of this and that he was sorry. You would think that comment would have satisfied this driver but it didn't. He proceeded to tell the Leader to control his youth and that he wanted to make sure he took care of it. After a very uncomfortable 5 or so minutes of this driver glaring at the Leader talking to the young man he yelled "you are not taking care of this properly." The leader then walked up the man to try and diffuse the situation. This not only mad me laugh that the annoying man thought he could handle the situation but that he also stopped in the middle of the road for five minutes. I tell you if I would have been the driver behind him I would have gotten out and yelled at him. I am not one who diffuses situations to well I guess. It was pretty funny :)!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145333517048338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwZkUk2hI/AAAAAAAAAO0/F7YXlZ1cCJ4/s400/img_0211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-8429714828902099049?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/gavins-first-date_28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R3VwZUUk2gI/AAAAAAAAAOs/yTN_f83snUA/s72-c/img_0225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-7208546870350927106</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Dec 2007 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:29.158-08:00</atom:updated><title>Birthday Dinner!!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zERieDDMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SxCG6IHXfnk/s1600-h/DSCN2057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200680139918530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zERieDDMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SxCG6IHXfnk/s400/DSCN2057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So tonight was my birthday dinner with my family. My sister and her family along with my parents came out to my house for dinner. Troy, Wade, and my Dad went pheasant hunting a few weekends ago and shot some birds so tonight that is what we had. To be perfectly honest it wasn’t that good it was a little dry but I still ate it. The best part was of course the cake; Troy bought two different kinds from cold stone since he wasn’t sure which one I would like. Well, I enjoyed them both and so did everyone else. It was a nice change to have my family come to my house since every Sunday we go to my parent’s house and then we have to drive the forty minutes home. I am so grateful for my family they truly are some of the most good hearted people I know. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200100319333538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zDvyeDDKI/AAAAAAAAANs/3woZ1RBYhh8/s320/DSCN2046.JPG" border="0" /&gt; By the way if you are wondering why I am wearing such festive pj’s they are complements of my mother, it was part of my birthday present. They look extremely comfortable so I had to wear them for dinner. Thanks mom I have always loved flannel pj’s. I also thought it would be cute to get a picture in front of my Christmas lights which I am so proud of. I helped hang a few but Troy did most of the work. I just love this time of year and love decorating for Christmas. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200108909268146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zDwSeDDLI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SCcgX9fBIuM/s320/DSCN2049.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Also last Thursday was cowboy day at Gavin’s preschool so I took some pictures because he looked so cute. I didn’t have any boots for him (considering who my family is aka Saba’s you would think I would have a pair for him) so I had to make due with his skater shoes as Troy likes to call them. They learned all about the letter “C” and took some pictures on a saddle his teacher decked out with ropes and everything. It was a really fun day for him and he played the cowboy part perfectly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200096024366226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zDvieDDJI/AAAAAAAAANk/FfabOPwAG4o/s320/DSCN2040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142200083139464322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zDuyeDDII/AAAAAAAAANc/W2pHX1QaYuE/s320/DSCN2038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-7208546870350927106?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/birthday-dinner.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1zERieDDMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SxCG6IHXfnk/s72-c/DSCN2057.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3367452437557901759.post-6138976030558629104</guid><pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 06:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-08T18:11:29.658-08:00</atom:updated><title>Playing in the Rain &amp; Tag Questions!!</title><description>These pictures are from last week when it rained. Since rain is an infrequent sight in this lovely state I decided to be a non obsessive mother and let Gavin enjoy this rare occasion. He had a blast and played in the rain for at least an hour. Being that I had some where to go that night I choose to stay inside and keep the door open. Although I hate the summer and can’t stand June, July, August, and September’s radiant heat, I do love that it is so spectacular when it rains. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141118636144135250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1jsKSeDDFI/AAAAAAAAANE/6tpKV80l7K4/s320/DSCN1990.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141118631849167938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1jsKCeDDEI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NVjMWWgg_kU/s320/DSCN2022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141118657618971746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1jsLieDDGI/AAAAAAAAANM/MQCuT1Z5Oik/s320/DSCN1991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141118661913939058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1jsLyeDDHI/AAAAAAAAANU/3TqS2O545fo/s320/DSCN1993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to say that I had a wonderful dinner tonight with some awesome friends. Thank you so much Chari, Regan, Tricia, and Kristen for taking me out and I appreciate your friendships so much. I also want to add that although one of my dearest friends Lynn lives out of state and was not able to come I announced that she was there in spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now it is on to the tag that I need to get done!! Six interesting facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I hate FEET!!! I can stand my sons and a few other people’s feet (this includes my own) but other then that I can’t stand them. I tend to actually stare at them if they are exposed and really would break up with a guy if he had ugly feet. It is a problem I have been dealing with my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don’t like it when anyone touches my face. My esthetician being exclude of course. I can’t help but think about all the germs and oils that are on peoples hands and am terrified that I will break out because of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This brings me to my next fact I am obsess with popping zits ask any of my friends (I use tissue so the oils on my hands don't get on there face too). I have popped many peoples zits only if they ask me of course. I have no clue why I feel the need to find one. It is a sense of accomplishment if something comes out, Gross I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have this wired fear of dying. Well not just dying being murdered, since I was a little girl. I think it stems form all the horror movies I watch as a child. When Troy goes out of town and if I don’t have Gavin that weekend I sleep with my gun loaded next to me. I also stuff pillows under the covers to make me feel like he is home. I have a good aim so if some one does break in I am prepared. I need to clarify that I will not just shoot at anything that moves, I do understand gun safety and practice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am particular about what my son wears. I feel it is completely justified being that I don’t have a girl and don’t get to experience that fun of dressing them up. So because of this I find a lot of satisfaction dressing up Gavin. Boy clothes are not nearly as fun to buy as girls though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Finally I am crazy about my family and my friends. If someone hurts them in ANY way I get EXTREMELY protective. I care and love them very much and will hold a grudge against that person of a long time. It is a fault I am not saying that this is a good thing I am just warning people not to hurt my family or friends. To also clarify this I am an adult and let needed things go…… well not too much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I TAG LYNN, KRISTEN, TRICIA, REGAN, GINA, CHANTEL, TRICIA G., MARIE, MARIE C., CINDY, AND ANYONE ELSE I HAVE FORGOTTEN!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3367452437557901759-6138976030558629104?l=marcialvarez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://marcialvarez.blogspot.com/2007/12/playing-in-rain-tag-questions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Marci)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PRpJMqoQ04s/R1jsKSeDDFI/AAAAAAAAANE/6tpKV80l7K4/s72-c/DSCN1990.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item></channel></rss>