tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72143271409294456912024-03-13T10:21:01.055-07:00Kruger's ScrapsEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-33341112429970273182011-06-21T15:18:00.000-07:002011-06-21T15:18:30.313-07:00A Period of Time<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gwaTbm03UM/TgEYWhydTcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Iz4r80fvzis/s1600/dscn2032.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0gwaTbm03UM/TgEYWhydTcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Iz4r80fvzis/s320/dscn2032.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fKZATzd8P8/TgEYXA4KF9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/0jJ_JQL1034/s1600/dscn2030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8fKZATzd8P8/TgEYXA4KF9I/AAAAAAAAAPw/0jJ_JQL1034/s320/dscn2030.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Shelby gave a speech near the end of school, on the Liberty Bell. She did such a great job on her speech! She made it sound like she was from the time of the Liberty Bell. When she was practicing, I remembered having these old dresses that my mom had made when she worked in Brownsville and needed something for Pioneer Picnic Days. I pulled out the dresses and petticoats, and while Shelby was reluctant, thinking she would be laughed at, she went ahead and wore one of the dresses for her speech. Not only did no one laugh, but some kids said the dress was beautiful, and one boy said it looked like she had stepped back in time. Another boy said she should get extra points for props! I videoed her speech, haven't been able to upload it, but here are some pictures of Shelby in the dress. She's standing on the front porch of our house.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-17820130844403786532011-04-27T19:22:00.000-07:002011-04-27T19:22:42.657-07:00Facebook RevelationFor over a year, my husband has had a Facebook page. But would he do anything with it? Basically he grumbled that he just signed up to stay in touch with his church mentee, and to see the information from Tristan's Boy Scout group. He didn't know that I would find his FB page still signed on, and then go out, posing as him, and invite lots of people he knows to be friends with him. He often grumbled about how many status, and e-mails, and irrelevant information he see's on his page. So, I showed him out to change e-mail update settings, and how to hide some people's statuses so his page isn't so 'clogged' with stuff. <br />
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Then, a revelation. He was driving home one night last week and calls me with this giddy sound in his voice. I thought he must've won the lottery because here is what he started out saying. 'Okay hon, I know I've grumbled and complained and fought this, but I went out today, and I've had a revelation. I REALLY GET FACEBOOK NOW!' It turns out that he had gone out and searched for a few people he used to go to HS with, and he found them, and he had already talked to several that day! It was so uplifting to him to find that they remembered him, had things in common like family, faith and everyday life, and it was SO GREAT to hear him so excited. <br />
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So yah honey, the next time I tell you that something is really cool, I'll remind you about the times I've taken you to see Steel Magnolia's and you grumbled but then raved about how great a movie it was AFTER you saw it, and the time you took me to see James Galway, and although you didn't grumble on the outside, you were probably doing so on the inside, (classical music after all) and were blown away by the fantastic talented performance, and yes, about the possibilities of technology enriching your life if you embrace the parts that work for you, and discard the parts that don't, I'll bet you'll still grumble, but I"ll be patient and wait til the revelation comes and enjoy watching you reap the rewards of my wisdom!Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-15694861013086225742011-04-14T16:39:00.000-07:002011-04-14T16:39:46.527-07:00My life as a momToday I came home, and my husband was home from work. He came home early to finish tallying candy sales for the boy scouts. Part of this requires him to be on the computer, our one and only good computer, that can print. We are out of ink. Except for black ink, because he found a free black ink cartridge at work and brought it home. In order to print anything out though, I had to change the printer preferences to use only the black ink cartridge. Then I scanned the two documents, because changing the printer preferences on the pc, will not allow you to use the easy print 'Black' document button on the printer. Got those copies going. In the meantime, my son is trying to have his turn playing on the computer because he didn't get to on Wednesday, the kids usual day to play games after school. Also, my daughter is working on her era study report, which is a half display board. Now, I must mention, that there are 5 work surfaces in my office/den. But all of them seem to be covered with stuff. So in the midst of the candy paperwork, Civil War era reports, scrapbooking stuff (yah that's all mine) miscellaneous drawings in progress, and other craft projects, with all four of us trying to find space to accomplish things in this one room, there is a knock on the door. Oh yah, I had a customer coming over to pick up scrapbook pages. Somehow she found a surface to write on......and she's a great gal and very understanding!Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-80225788995198640272010-08-11T13:43:00.000-07:002010-08-11T13:57:28.805-07:00Summer Fun, of the unusual kind<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKWP7pvcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KotHQkjRmO8/s1600/SANY1067.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKWP7pvcI/AAAAAAAAAOs/KotHQkjRmO8/s200/SANY1067.jpg" width="133" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKZaP0v5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/WS6gD2qiKRQ/s1600/SANY1079.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKZaP0v5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/WS6gD2qiKRQ/s320/SANY1079.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKcJQgPhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CFiXIfzRkfk/s1600/SANY1083.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKcJQgPhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/CFiXIfzRkfk/s320/SANY1083.jpg" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKeMyY5RI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_p2X1DgS6Xs/s1600/SANY1084.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/TGMKeMyY5RI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_p2X1DgS6Xs/s320/SANY1084.jpg" /></a><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwOLhjhjDb7cDEt_VvHuHAlB9-z6nF0dT-KJJzS_a-XM1k6EfKRcM5wPWtTrcWSRBZMubfQi6YFr3Rl1ENBbg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>It is amazing what a pile of pillows blankets and a camera can become as an entertainment factor. I'm happy to sit here at the computer and ignore an activity that just a few years ago, I couldn't have imagined allowing my kids to do. I know my husband wouldn't be allowing this, but you know, sometimes kids just need to be kids. I just got told by my dad the other night, that I'm no longer a kid. He yelled at me because I was tickling my son and wrestling with him on the living room floor. I remember him always saying things to my mom when she was playing with me or the grandkids, not wanting her to hurt herself. Maybe that's his big worry, that playing hard, someone will get hurt, but you know, sometimes you have to just let loose, have fun and go for it. I like to play that way with my kids, and I remember my mom and my grandpa playing like that with me. My grandpa use to give me bucking horsey rides on his back, and they're some of the best memories I have. I want my kids to remember me that way.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-44537835895543898292010-07-17T17:25:00.000-07:002010-07-17T17:25:45.773-07:00Bringing Tears to My Own EyesAs we prepare to gut the attic space and convert it to an insulated, modern space for Tristan, we have come across quite a few things that had been forgotten over the years. One of the boxes contained an old Floppy Disc organizer, complete with installation disks for WordPerfect 5.0, Dos 3.1, backups of checking statements from 12 years ago (a few more recent, also) and scrapbook papers that I'm obviously never going to use. A phone cord, 128 Mb RAM, and a few manuals for software. Oh! Also the installation cd for the Nikon software that I've been looking for! <br />
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The real jackpot though, were two floppy disks that I began in 2000, not long after Shelby was born. I called them 'Love Letters to My Daughter', and I wrote to her faithfully, but not daily, for nearly two years. I was excited to find them, but a worry nagged in the back of my mind that the files would be corrupted, the disk too old, and that the treasure intended for my little girl were truly lost, although right in my hand. I set them carefully aside, and after sorting through the remainder of the box and ending with a garbage pile, a recycle pile, a yard sale pile and a keep pile, I put everything away but the disks.<br />
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After lunch, and after everyone else in the family had had their computer time for the day, I finally sat down to check Facebook and my e-mail. The disks sat staring at me, and I finally picked one up and bent down to look at the pc tower. Do I even have a floppy drive on this thing? Hey! There is one! Cool! In popped the disk. First attempt through My Computer took a few minutes, ending with a message "the disk is not formatted, would you like to format?" Heaven's NO! I thought to myself. Never one to give up with just one direct try...I opened up MS Word, clicked open a file, and navigated to the floppy drive.....somethings happening. Just then Shelby walks up and says....'What's that noise?' 'Well, that's what a floppy disk drive sounds like, instead of a CD Drive." Oh! <br />
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Suddenly a file list appearred! Letters to Shelby 2001.doc. It's there. It worked! It's SAFE.<br />
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I opened the file, skimmed through a few letters, and saved a copy to my pc. In popped the second disc, containing two files: Love Letters 2000.doc and Love Letters to Shelby.doc. They're both saved on the pc and on a CD. My heart is happy.<br />
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I did read about three entries to Shelby, we both ended up in tears and I promised her she would be able to read them all. They are for her, after all. <br />
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I have often wished I was a writer. Not that I never tried. I took advanced Language Arts in High School, wrote at home all the time, started many stories, never finished. Took a correspondence course for writing for children, tried to publish a few short stories, without success. Didn't try hard enough. But reading a few of these entries, I was really touched by some of the things I wrote, and how I wrote them. Maybe I could do it. While I continue to ponder that option, here is one entry that truly touched me, and I hope you enjoy.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-small;"><em>December 31, 2000</em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-small;"><em>And so this year in which you were born is coming to an end. It has been the most incredible year of my life. You are so full of life, curiousity, and joy. You bring new meaning to each day for me, and something for me to look forard to. It’s as if I have never seen geese fly, never heard a hickup, never seen a messy face or seen such beauty as can exist in the human face. My hope is to help keep that joy in your life, that wonder which you exhibit every day, and to give you some of the happiness which you have brought to me, just by being alive. I love you, with all my heart. </em></span><br />
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</span><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-small;"><em>in the spirit of love.</em></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"> -<span style="color: purple;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: purple; font-size: x-small;"><em>Henry Drummond</em></span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-14810181668063052772010-02-17T11:36:00.000-08:002010-02-17T11:36:00.506-08:00Where've I been?I can't believe it's been since November since I posted. A bunch of things have happened:<br />
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Thanksgiving<br />
Christmas<br />
New Years<br />
My mom hurt her back and is still gimping around<br />
My aunt passed away at 88 years old<br />
I met a cousin who is in her 60's that I've known about but never met, and another cousin who is 12 who is adorable<br />
Tristan became a Cub Scout.<br />
Shelby started 'Winter Wonderings' classes at OSU again. <br />
I have a great-nephew named Kyrian Alexander Wayne. He was born on January 27th at 9:00 p.m. and was relatively nice to his mommy during the process. <br />
The no-contact order against our lunatic neighbor expired in January, and things have still been relatively quiet. I still have this lurking feeling that it won't last forever, but I"m keeping the situation in my prayers.<br />
Scott had reconstructive/replacement surgery on the thumb joint of his left hand. Have to admit, the recovery is going pretty well, except when he tried out the new resistence band by stretching it over Tristan's foot, and it slipped off and got Scott in the 'you know where' - dang, I KNOW that was a 10,000 AFV moment and I missed it!<br />
And as of two days ago - got my haircut! No picture yet, but I actually styled it this morning and it turned out pretty good. Now I just need to work on my hair texture, it feels like straw these days. :(<br />
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This Saturday we're going to see the Harlem Globetrotters with Tristans Cub Scout pack. The cool thing is, we've had this free pass for Shelby to see them since she was born in 2000. It was a special thing the Globetrotters did for all the babys born in the new Milennia. We could've taken her once for free every year until she's twelve, but it just never seemed to work out. So Saturday it is. The kids really didn't know much about the Globetrotters, so we had fun the other day looking at Utube clips. I'll post again with some pictures of that trip and more about what's been 'goin' on!<br />
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I have lots of different kinds of friends, and it's really special knowing that because I can call on a different friend for a different reason. It allows me respect the best in my friends, and not expect something of them that I know (or suspect) they're not willing to give. I like friends that have those same considerate (some would say low) expectations of me. <br />
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There are really two ways of looking at your friends. You can expect everything of them, and wear them out like a pair of favorite socks that are always the first ones you pull out of the drawer, wear them around the house, even sneak outside with just them on, inconsiderate of the damage you're doing to them. Or, you can pull them out for both regular and special occasions, not every day, so as to not wear them out, but knowing the smile they bring to your face whenever you see them is that special smile just for those socks. Yah, you're thinking, okay, is she talking about socks now or friends?<br />
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I think that's all I have to say, except this- I had a friend stop by unannounced today. Well, kind of unannouced. She told me a earlier this week she'd have a surprise for me in a couple of days, but I didn't know how it would be delivered, or when. And the big deal is, this is a friend who just doesn't stop by unannounced. Some people are uncomfortable with that, and they just don't do it, even if they've been told 'stop by', as I have done with this friend several times. So I was a little surprised when I opened the door and it was her. And she was bearing a surprise in her hand, thoughtful, cutely packaged, just for me. Even in the midst of this crud I've been fighting for over 5 weeks, it cheered me up as you can't even imagine. So I think our friendship has grown, with the whole showing up at the door thing, and I like it.<br />
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And I hope that friend likes reading this post, especially when she finds out that the reason it took me so long to get to the door after the 4th time (or was it 5th) she'd knocked was because I was sitting on my feet at the computer playing the 'What Drives Edward' contest at the Volvo website - trying for about the 15th time to wind my way through the red-hooded Italian crowd to save Edward. When I tried to get up, my left foot was so asleep that I couldn't step on it- I tried and just about sprained it...so I had to crawl to the living room on all fours....(yah, like a DOG!') and then carefully stand up and act normal when I opened the door.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: magenta;">"It is better to be in chains with friends , than to be in a garden with strangers." </span><br />
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</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-30114830098638891412009-11-03T11:08:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:08:18.921-08:00Shelby's presentation on Hungary<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB_dtrdySI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O60km6_RG_g/s1600-h/DSCN5545.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB_dtrdySI/AAAAAAAAAN0/O60km6_RG_g/s200/DSCN5545.jpg" vr="true" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB_cBknE7I/AAAAAAAAANs/At3MldNirUo/s1600-h/DSCN5544.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB_cBknE7I/AAAAAAAAANs/At3MldNirUo/s200/DSCN5544.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
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</div>Shelby's fourth grade class all did presentations on a country that part of their family heritage is from. Yesterday was her turn so I went in and took a couple of pictures. She said she was nervous but she seemed very calm about it! She even answered a few questions of the teacher and class. The most interesting part of the presentation was when she talked about how her great-grandfather, John Heineck stowed away on a ship coming to America. He never went through Ellis Island so he was technically here illegally, but it's thanks to him that the rest of us have grown up as free Americans.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-71806830327509441112009-11-03T11:04:00.000-08:002009-11-03T11:04:18.811-08:00Halloween 2009<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB-G7tCihI/AAAAAAAAANM/-sm7bnjZ0EY/s1600-h/DSCN5531.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB-G7tCihI/AAAAAAAAANM/-sm7bnjZ0EY/s200/DSCN5531.jpg" vr="true" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB-Iz4a5bI/AAAAAAAAANU/Hpkmf3Spi1c/s1600-h/DSCN5533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB-Iz4a5bI/AAAAAAAAANU/Hpkmf3Spi1c/s200/DSCN5533.jpg" vr="true" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB-KLd6HPI/AAAAAAAAANc/uAEdfql_uaw/s1600-h/DSCN5534.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SvB-KLd6HPI/AAAAAAAAANc/uAEdfql_uaw/s200/DSCN5534.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div>Out trick or treating downtown Lebanon...it was a big crowd and it poured part of the time...but luckily we were mostly under awnings during the rain. Here's our favorite stop...Bi-Rite...Mark makes a perfect Frankenstein and Kathy his perfect bride!Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-34535565370892989572009-10-13T18:31:00.000-07:002009-10-13T18:33:47.755-07:00I'm having fun with my digital scrapbooking!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/StUpkWBXs7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/BTgozrfr6hU/s1600-h/Forks.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/StUpkWBXs7I/AAAAAAAAAMM/BTgozrfr6hU/s400/Forks.bmp" /></a><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I am having SO MUCH FUN with my digital scrapbooking software from Creative Memories - Storybook Creator Plus 3.0<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As you can see, the creative possibilities are endless...all without dragging out ANYTHING! I still cling to my need to touch paper, scissors, stickers and tools, but I have to admit, digital creativity is allowing me to do things with my photos and scrapbook layouts that I never dreamed of.<br />
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When I heard that, I thought 'God, that is so me!' I made a pledge right then to try and make a change to be less selfish. Less snuggling back down into the covers at 6:30 when the alarm goes off and I hit snooze every 7 minutes until 6:50. Less pretending that I don't hear Scott at 6:30 getting dressed, opening and closing drawers, the closet, muttering at the cat to get out of his way. Less grumbling at the kids for the third or fourth time that we have to get dressed NOW or we're going to be late....Less stressing the kids out when they're enjoying talking to each other during breakfast ( I mean, what am I thinking we don't have time to talk to each other during breakfast???) Less talking through doors that 'you HAVE to get off the potty NOW or we're going to be late!' Less blame about whose fault it is when we pull out of the driveway at 8:07 instead of 7:55. Less guilt that I'm quickly dropping the kids off at school to walk in (quickly, of course, and some times I even roll down the passenger window to remind Tristan, 'Walk Quickly BUD!) without me, when I know they love for me to walk them to their cubbies, get a kiss and a hug and a wish for a great day at school.<br />
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So last week, I started making an effort to banish my morning selfishness. It worked almost every day (yah I slipped up one morning, I'm new to this okay?). When I thought about how much nicer the mornings were, more time to <em>see</em> Scott grumble at the kitty, more time to talk, more time to listen to talking, more time to go potty in peace, more time to walk nicely into school and give each child a hug and and a kiss, knowing that neither child was stressed about classing having started without them, I think God wasn't working in a mysterious way, just working on me.<br />
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So no time spent hitting the snooze button, no time pretending that I'm still asleep, no time stressing out my family, no time stressing out myself. Yep, working on me.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-19941149354821183132009-10-13T07:50:00.000-07:002009-10-13T07:50:57.033-07:00Twilight Weekly Spotlight series on ReelzChannelQuileute ties to Twilight featured on Internet video channel<br />
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The Quileute Nation and the tribe's ties to the Twilight story are being spotlighted this week by the ReelzChannel, which provides cable broadcasts nationwide on Twilight. Four online videos are being featured. The shows are hosted by ReelzChannel's resident Twilight expert and correspondent Naibe Reynoso, <a href="http://www.reelzchannel.com/show/90/twilight-weekly-spotlight">Twilight Weekly: Spotlight</a> offers all the latest info on Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn, and the fandom surrounding them.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-41731319331649951872009-10-06T20:26:00.000-07:002009-10-06T20:26:04.459-07:00Delivery from the Forks ForestSo I can't remember if I mentioned that during our trip to Forks, Washington, we went to the park where there were a bunch of Forks and Twilight related vendors set up. My favorite vendor (and Tristan's too!) was the Forks Forest. They are a local family, Tena, the grandmother, and her grandson who makes beautiful glass blown beads. Tena then has created a beautiful line of Twilight inspired jewlery using the beads. I couldn't make up my mind which necklace or bracelet was my favorite so I asked her to put my favorite bead together with the key size and tag that I liked. It arrived in the mail last week, along with a pair of earrings as as special gift! I'm so excited and I'll definitely be wearing my necklace to the opening of New Moon. <br />
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</div><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>You will never guess what happened! My daughter Shelby won the drawing at Sully's Drive In from Bella's birthday weekend! A box arrived in the mail on Monday addressed to her, with a return address from Forks, but no name. We thought, "did she forget something at the place we stayed and they're mailing it back?"</em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>My favorite store is 'Dazzled by Twilight' - every single thing in the store is Twilight stuff, including the window displays of Emmett and Rosalies wedding, Rosalies Wedding dress and veil, Jaspers Union soldier outfit from the civil war, and a certain 'baby vampire with a bottle of red liquid...The ambiance inside is amazing - trees, water, and a gazebo with lights for a 'prom' photo -op. In the back is black light room where everything glows. Also in the back are several cases displaying the owners prized possessions - autographed photos posters, and one of a kind collectibles from her experiences with the Twilight crew. </em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>After dinner, we went down to First Beach, and there was already a bonfire going...we thought we'd have to wait for sunset, but before long here comes Mark, the Quileute storyteller, with a gal who's head of the reservation school, and Tinsel Corey, who plays Emily in 'New Moon'!! After the storytelling Tinsel was available for autographs and pictures....I didn't have $20 cash to pay for an autograph so we got a picture with her - at least something. All the proceeds from her autographs and photos go directly to the reservation school. She also spent some time at the school talking to the kids and giving some acting advice/lessons. If we hadn't had dinner early, we wouldn't have been down to the beach on time to hear the stories and see her. Amazing how things worked out. Storytelling is a very sacred tradition with the people, so they ask that no one video tape or take pictures during the storytelling. These activities also 'break the circle' the strength and vision that the storytelling circle create. I did take one picture of Mark (ya ya, I ran back to the car for my New Moon book, and didn't hear the part about no pictures, so someone told me and I stopped - but no I'm not deleting the picture!), but it won't be posted here, out of respect for their wishes. It'll be in my scrapbook, along with the picture of me and the kids with Tinsel.</em></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: red; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>We plan on visiting few more of the movie locations in Carver, St Helens and Cannon Beach. I've never done anything like this before -but it is really fun! If you want to see any of the movie sights, or travel to the REAL FORKS, check out<a href="http://www.forkswa.com/">Forks Chamber of Commerce</a> and <a href="http://twilightblogs.com/tag/movie-scenes/">Twilight film locations</a>.</em></span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-49863414123577270482009-08-24T19:28:00.000-07:002009-08-24T19:53:26.063-07:00Zoo Trip<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNSAKnmU_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OZCeZ-ef1_U/s1600-h/DSCN4811.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728943187055602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNSAKnmU_I/AAAAAAAAAHU/OZCeZ-ef1_U/s200/DSCN4811.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNR_2aBCgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tJODiD-F7EI/s1600-h/DSCN4726+(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728937761376770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNR_2aBCgI/AAAAAAAAAHM/tJODiD-F7EI/s200/DSCN4726+(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRtt-ueNI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Ct4zVuTQtqw/s1600-h/DSCN4721.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRtE38okI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g4-WWo4v9VU/s1600-h/DSCN4737.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728615227499074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRtE38okI/AAAAAAAAAG8/g4-WWo4v9VU/s200/DSCN4737.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRsgFNGYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qbm3tJryggU/s1600-h/DSCN4689.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728605350992258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRsgFNGYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/qbm3tJryggU/s200/DSCN4689.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRsI0YNAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GzYjgzhtusA/s1600-h/DSCN4721.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728599106401282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRsI0YNAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/GzYjgzhtusA/s200/DSCN4721.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRrvxXRpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vJE6YpDce1w/s1600-h/DSCN4745.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373728592382871186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SpNRrvxXRpI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vJE6YpDce1w/s200/DSCN4745.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>We had a great trip to the zoo last Sunday. It was a comfortable day, not to hot, not too cold. We got a later start than we intended to, but it all worked out well. We also treated the kids to Olive Garden for dinner (they've always wanted to go there, but OUCH!) so we headed home from Lake Oswego about 7;30 with full tummys and memories of a happy day. We didn't really take a big vacation this summer, expenses with the car, Scott had surgery on his right thumb, etc. but all in all it's been a pretty great summer. </div><br /><div></div><div>I'm also working on my camera skills. I'm excited to be participating in a Creative Memories webinar about 'those buttons on your camera', and learning more about aperture, ISO, composition, etc...stuff that I've read about in my camera manual but I still just don't get! So hopefully you'll see some better pictures AFTER the September 1st webinar. In the meantime, here's a few pictures that I'm proud of from our zoo trip.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-7913174548457289152009-07-13T20:43:00.001-07:002009-07-13T20:46:29.416-07:00"Surfin' " USA<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv_CM7ULXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CAcjfDG-ND8/s1600-h/DSCN4414.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156594982169970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv_CM7ULXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/CAcjfDG-ND8/s200/DSCN4414.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sometimes we have a hard time<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv_B5koAMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5jNTmPsFIfo/s1600-h/DSCN4413.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156589786726594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv_B5koAMI/AAAAAAAAAGU/5jNTmPsFIfo/s200/DSCN4413.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />talking Dad into getting into the pool, yet whenever it happens, he usually</div><div>comes up with some creative way of entertaining the kids in a new, inventive way. Friday night, I heard yelling from the back yard. I went to the back door to find Tristan talking (yelling) that I HAD to come watch him in the pool with Dad, and this is what they showed me! Shelby had a harder time standing up, so I was lucky to get a shot of her up at all, but it's interesting where the sunflash on the photo showed up, covering Scott just enough to make it look like she's really surfing!</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-88571505585192183612009-07-13T20:36:00.000-07:002009-07-13T20:43:13.396-07:00Boys of Summer<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-vepo3HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v79Gri1hz6s/s1600-h/Tristans+Coach+Pitch.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156273322351730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-vepo3HI/AAAAAAAAAGM/v79Gri1hz6s/s200/Tristans+Coach+Pitch.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-i6bgMqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1UcSTfRZLV0/s1600-h/DSCN4449.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156057440957090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-i6bgMqI/AAAAAAAAAGE/1UcSTfRZLV0/s200/DSCN4449.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-ikKqMFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XJspq2ymiPQ/s1600-h/DSCN4443.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156051464728658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-ikKqMFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/XJspq2ymiPQ/s200/DSCN4443.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-iUiYmYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/S56Eh_6QQHE/s1600-h/DSCN4435.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156047269271938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-iUiYmYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/S56Eh_6QQHE/s200/DSCN4435.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-iFh-FDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zKlo8_wrwGQ/s1600-h/DSCN4434.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156043241002034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-iFh-FDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/zKlo8_wrwGQ/s200/DSCN4434.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-hzljoCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YIAofQhVmF0/s1600-h/DSCN4433.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358156038424207394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Slv-hzljoCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/YIAofQhVmF0/s200/DSCN4433.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>For love of the game? Well, I think so, but looking at some of these pictures, you would think playing baseball was torture. Tristan keeps telling me he loves it....okay, okay. Most of the last game of the year was grumpy, arm-folded, pouting, grumpy attitude. But by the end of the game somebody mentioned it was snack time, and then there was sprinting across the field! Go figure.</div></div></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-25041202606716535762009-06-06T10:09:00.000-07:002009-06-06T10:18:59.584-07:00Joya Awards<div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiqkxK9l1vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/egCUaB68qOk/s1600-h/DSCN3977.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344265072491747058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiqkxK9l1vI/AAAAAAAAAFU/egCUaB68qOk/s320/DSCN3977.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Siqkwzr1QDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Wxc-o2W9NLY/s1600-h/DSCN3976.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344265066243244082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/Siqkwzr1QDI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Wxc-o2W9NLY/s320/DSCN3976.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiqkwrmMp1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NIppIKNoZ4w/s1600-h/DSCN3975.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344265064072128338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiqkwrmMp1I/AAAAAAAAAFE/NIppIKNoZ4w/s320/DSCN3975.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>I was proud to learn earlier this year that my daughter, Shelby received the Optimist Student of the Month Award at Riverview School. She and 8 other students from Riverview received their awards, recognition and congratulations from many community leaders at the Joya Awards on May 18th. Optimist students have a history of becoming successful leaders in their community and in their lives.</div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiqkxMtOW4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/wjDw1BtWuZM/s1600-h/Optimist+Shelby+and+Tristan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344265072959970178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiqkxMtOW4I/AAAAAAAAAFc/wjDw1BtWuZM/s320/Optimist+Shelby+and+Tristan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Tristan would like to become an Optimist winner too. He commented at one point during the awards night 'I'll never get to be an optimist!'.....trust me it's difficult to explain to a 7 year old how saying that statement makes it so true! We'll keep working on our boy. :)</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The link is posted so you can see the list of all the students, from all the Lebanon area schools who received Optimist Awards this year.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://http//www.lebanon-express.com/articles/2009/06/04/news/local/local66.txt">http://http//www.lebanon-express.com/articles/2009/06/04/news/local/local66.txt</a></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-64449887717957681542009-06-01T18:07:00.000-07:002009-06-01T18:12:02.270-07:00Family Project<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QhQoWEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cHslI1ZToAQ/s1600-h/DSCN4017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342531681216124994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QhQoWEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/cHslI1ZToAQ/s320/DSCN4017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QeuIBgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0UeY8TjhZu4/s1600-h/DSCN4015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342531680534529538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QeuIBgI/AAAAAAAAAE0/0UeY8TjhZu4/s320/DSCN4015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QRbYScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A1qRsM_SuMQ/s1600-h/DSCN4014.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342531676966242754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QRbYScI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A1qRsM_SuMQ/s320/DSCN4014.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QOpFObI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IH9SBj5VDm4/s1600-h/DSCN4010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342531676218407346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8QOpFObI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IH9SBj5VDm4/s320/DSCN4010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8P-xKppI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JRIqG-7aCH8/s1600-h/DSCN4009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342531671957350034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SiR8P-xKppI/AAAAAAAAAEc/JRIqG-7aCH8/s320/DSCN4009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Scott and I have been wanting to build a play structure in our yard for the past couple of years. Unfortunately house renovations have always gotten in the way. So, we have made a commitment to get this done this summer before the kids get too old to even enjoy a play structure! So we started it last weekend, and of course the kids get to help. They've helped with almost everything as we've renovated the house, running for tools (well, not actually running - but hurrying) holding flashlights, handing us screws or nails, and even using the hammer and drills a few times. So Shelby and Tristan were pretty excited to put their renovation experience to good use helping with the fort. And of course we had a couple of spectators very interested in what we were up to outside.</div></div></div></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-62674924770426953312009-05-07T18:35:00.000-07:002009-05-07T18:43:40.044-07:00Amusing Math Homework<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SgOORI_XBHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cS6gCiYfcg4/s1600-h/image+7-5-2009.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333262808858952818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SgOORI_XBHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/cS6gCiYfcg4/s200/image+7-5-2009.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>It never fails to amaze me how literal and matter-of-fact a child can be when answering a question. Today, helping Tristan with his math homework was one of those days. His teacher requests that parents review and initial the homework each day before returning it to school. (don't we all do that? Apparently not, because she needs us to initial it to prove that we've looked at it.)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Any way, I've attached a photo of a question on today's homework, which Tristan answered with his usual literal preciseness. It is so plainly obvious that I'm surprised I did not get this...he he....and I tried SO HARD not to laugh, but once the chuckle started it wouldn't stop, and luckily he was in a good mood instead of being devestated that I would laugh at his homework.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I hope you enjoy his answer as much as I did! I love my kids.</div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-11097479713509935032008-11-01T19:00:00.000-07:002008-11-01T19:04:16.519-07:00Political Discussion at the Kruger House:Just after an anti-Bill Sizemore ad aired, Tristan asked 'Is Bill Sizemore a bad man?' No, he's probably not a bad man but he writes bad measures. 'What's a measure?' 'It's a bill (this is Scott answering by the way, in non 6-year-old verbage) that someone writes and sends to the political people in Salem and then if there's enough people that signed it, it goes on the ballot for us to vote on.' Slight pause, then: 'Does he write it all scribbly or something?'. ROFL!Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-497587061396818502008-11-01T11:22:00.001-07:002008-11-01T11:28:53.675-07:00Halloween Costumes<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SQyekHJB9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5_ouwXuRcr8/s1600-h/DSCN2914.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756407718671954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SQyekHJB9lI/AAAAAAAAAEE/5_ouwXuRcr8/s200/DSCN2914.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SQyekD8kRAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6bosDJn8vTw/s1600-h/DSCN2913.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263756406861087746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SQyekD8kRAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/6bosDJn8vTw/s200/DSCN2913.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Shelby wanted to be a southern belle this year, and so (in my insanity) I thought, 'that's something I could actually make for her! I spent about $9 at the Walmart clearance table, and with a little sewing, hot glue, safety pins, and my mothers (vintage 1959) lace wedding slip and borrowed straw hat, we had a beautiful trick or treater. </div><div> </div><div>Tristan on the other hand was easier, yet more traveling. By the time I got around to shopping for his Clone Trooper costume, there was nothing left in Lebanon except the blasters. On our anniversary dinner to Red Robin, we stopped in at the costume store at Heritage Mall and found the last one in his size. A little more pricy than Shelby's, but everyone was happy!</div><div> </div><div>We had a great time trick or treating at the Lebanon Merchants, stopped at our 3 favorite neighbors houses, out to Grandma and Grandpas for bloody stubs of gummy body parts, and then a fun time at the Santucci's visiting all their neighbors for some of the biggest candy scores of the day (and sore feet).</div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-48249061857616636822008-11-01T11:18:00.000-07:002008-11-01T11:22:18.040-07:00House UpdateWhoo Hoo! I've been saying this repeatedly for almost 24 hours now! Yesterday, as I was leaving (40 minutes late) for the Harvest Parties at School, there was a knock at the front door. I opened it, purse in hand, to find an inspector taking his shoes off getting ready to come in. I had called the day before, requesting a morning inspection. <br /><br />At the time I was finishing ruffles on Shelby's Halloween Costume, I was feeling stressed and rushed and beating myself up for running late. But now, standing facing the inspector, I realized that God has everything in hand, and I was running late for a reason; so was the inspector. And so, instead of a weekend wondering and waiting, we're able to get going on the sheetrock and might actually be looking at having the kitchen ready for cabinets when they arrive on the 18th.Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7214327140929445691.post-51105357477159050262008-09-23T10:18:00.000-07:002008-09-23T10:38:13.294-07:00Fall Soccer<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SNkpIekC0mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8XYrEhNtfyI/s1600-h/DSCN2133.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272066296959586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SNkpIekC0mI/AAAAAAAAAD0/8XYrEhNtfyI/s200/DSCN2133.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SNko4j9XhmI/AAAAAAAAADk/n2e-rvYpMwQ/s1600-h/DSCN2192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271792867444322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SNko4j9XhmI/AAAAAAAAADk/n2e-rvYpMwQ/s200/DSCN2192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SNko5CebQ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/VGRaK1rV77A/s1600-h/DSCN2136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271801059165106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YaDxDAFZ_rA/SNko5CebQ7I/AAAAAAAAADs/VGRaK1rV77A/s200/DSCN2136.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"><em>Well, I finally bit the bullet and sign the kids up for fall soccer. A few years ago (when Tristan wasn't in school and Shelby only had half day kindergarten) I had them both in dance, which was a combination of ballet, tap and gymnastics, but I let that go after my health got in the way and the renovation/move to grandma and grandpa's outside of town forced me to make some tough choices about scheduling.</em></span><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"><em>So, I know a little about soccer, but enough to enjoy watching the clusters of small bodies that move about almost in unison on the field. The exciting part is when someone breaks free and makes a play (or an attempt at a play) that has pure brilliance in it. It is so exciting to watch! Then there are the cartwheels, somersaults, grass throwing, shoes caught in the net, tripping, pileups and other interim activities which just make the whole thing a blast. Throat, prepare to be hoarse til Halloween!</em></span></div></div>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09709783074686526878noreply@blogger.com1