tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3069924944327890882024-02-19T06:14:00.576-05:00Tayz DazeCharityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.comBlogger108125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-61322600684128500482012-09-19T15:02:00.000-04:002012-09-19T15:02:03.133-04:00Fun with kids?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ok. So recently I shot the October issue Canadian Family Magazine. They are amazing there and it was great working with them again. Surprise on set I got to see one of my favorite make-up artist Sandra Yang. So that was a lot of fun getting to catch up. <br />
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After my make-up was finished my first pretend child came in. She was a year old I think. Super cute, but really didn't like sitting next to me. Ya I was stressed considering I am the accessory in the shot and the main talent doesn't like me. I was actually sad because generally kids love me. Seriously. Either way it didn't work out she just screamed every time she got on set with me on our make believe bed. Poor thing I think I traumatized her, but totally not on purpose. <br />
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Next my second pretend child came in. A little timid, but I got to chatting with her she is about the same age as my little guy so I showed her a pic and she seemed to warm up to me. Super cute and full of energy she really made me miss my real kid. We had a blast and got the shot so things were good. <br />
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You would think its a piece of cake to work with kids. I am a mom. Kids tend to like me. No stress. Wrong. Still lots of fun, but super stressful nonetheless. It's more fun working with my own kids, but playing pretend is fun too.<br />
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So my love of asian fabric continues and this time it is one I used a pattern with. Only size modifications. My waist is really small compared to my hips so I always have to adjust patterns. I also made it a little longer than the pattern called for. This time around I was getting used to the slippery fabric and had a much easier time putting it together. I also did my first time attaching binding around the neckline and one sleeve since the other sleeve is just hemmed. I didn't make the belt because I had the perfect belt in mind to wear with it. Love the result even though part of my is thinking about taking it in a little more at the waist because of the way it gathers. Who knows maybe it will bother me enough to actually do it one day.</div>
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My daughter loved the dress and I had enough leftover fabric so I just made her one too. Although she doesn't like the look of two different length sleeves so hers are the same. I just used parchment paper and drew out two somewhat rectangular boxy sleeve shapes with a slightly lower dip in the neckline for the front. Again making sure it was wide enough to go over her non existent hips. Put it together hemmed it and than sewed a fabric flower to add to it. I attached it to felt before I put it on the dress. She loves it and always gets compliments when she wears it too.</div>
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Nothing like a weekend full of sickness that keeps you in bed to catch up on a little blogging. Sure enough 8 days of school and somehow I was infected with some sort of awful sinus disease. My kids were great though especially my McKayla, she even made me breakfast.<br />
Moving on. I have been looking forward to and dreading the start of school for a few reasons.<br />
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The pros:<br />
1. I get to get back to my regular workout routine. <i>(Which I have totally neglected over the summer and it shows.)</i><br />
2. For the first time in 11 and a half years I get "me" time from 9-3:30 Mon.-Fri.<br />
3. The kids can be happy instead of fighting with each other constantly. (<i>Happens every summer. They just get sick of each other.)</i><br />
4. I get to have day dates with my hubby when he's off. Just the two of us.<br />
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The cons:<br />
1. I don't get to be lazy anymore and sleep in.<br />
2. I have too much "me" time to fill which leads to me taking on a hundred different things and then really there isn't going to be any "me" time.<br />
3. I miss my kids. Most of all my last baby has just entered Junior Kindergarten and it's FULL DAY!!! He is such a big boy now and so cool already labeled the cool kid with the spiky hair. Who <b>seriously</b> does not like anyone to touch it.<br />
4. Now I feel like every moment of my day will judged as to how much did I get done today? What the house isn't spotless? Didn't you have the whole day to do it? You mean you didn't cook a whole three course meal? How come I have no clean clothes? What did you do today?<br />
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Don't get me wrong these questions haven't come up yet, but let me tell you they are bugging me just the same. My house is still a disaster, I still have know idea what's for dinner, and no I still hate ironing so that will have to wait. I thought it would be this magical transformation of how wonderful it was going to be and what a good homemaker I'm going to be. Not so much. I have filled my 6 full days (<i>two of the school days I still had Maddox</i>) that I have had so far. If you subtract 2 of those days spending time with my hubby. Yet I still have a thousand other things I need to get done and don't get me started on cleaning and laundry because that crap never ends. You do it, but you can't tell because the next day it's a disaster again. Ok. I didn't realize this post was going to turn into such a downer. But as my 11 year old said to me while doing his homework this weekend, "At the bottom of the box there was hope." So yeah I am going to have hope that it just takes practice and I just need to create a system. Oh and looking at the positive I did go to the gym 5 times in those 8 days. And I totally ate really healthy in the process. See things are getting better already.<br />
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So to all the moms out there who do it all your amazing. I know I am a lucky one who gets to be home with my kids and volunteer at their school and chauffeur them around to all those extra curricular activities. I really wouldn't trade it for the world. Motherhood in all its frustration is amazing and rewarding and definitely a privilege. We moms have to stick together and support each other because it's tough.<br />
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I didn't even go into the drama we actually had at school. To sum it up my kids are all in very large classes. Going up in age 31, 29, and 29. Also McKayla's teacher decided to resign the Friday before school started. All parents involved are crossing our fingers this week we get good news and another teacher so we can lower the class sizes. As well as a permanent teacher for McKayla. So another year another adventure in school. Let's hope it is a good one.<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-25156772556623902702012-09-10T21:00:00.000-04:002012-09-10T21:16:17.433-04:00Project Monday: Asian SilkSo 2011 trip to Singapore I bought all of this great fabric with really only ideas in my head of what I wanted to do with it. I also had only just received my sewing machine from my father-in-law and really would have to learn how to sew all over again. I hadn't truly tackled a project since 7th grade.<br>
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So today embrace the camera is with my littlest guy. He was so brave today having to go under general anesthesia to repair his mouth full of cavities. Going in it was 9 with 2 of them being root canals. </div>
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Let me just say I was freaked out! Being the first time any of my kids have ever had to have any kind of anesthesia I was really anxious and worried. Needless to say I got little sleep this week. Last night I prayed extra hard that things would go smoothly and he would come out at the other end ok. My prayers were answered because he did extremely well in there on top of that only one root canal and cap instead of two. </div>
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Instead of filling the front teeth she did disking so he didn't have to be under so long and they will fall out in a few years anyway. In essence it changed his smile. He is still my guy though.<br />
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Now he might be laughing away, but coming out of the anesthesia he was not happy. Complained he couldn't see because he was so groggy he couldn't keep his eyes open. Screamed away for about 10 minutes and then was calm enough to eat a freezie. Sugar free of course. It made him feel a little better and anxious to get home. He gave us all the evil eye the whole way home and tried his best to take off the silver cap which in his mind "tasted weird". </div>
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Luckily my good friend Kathy came along one, because they suggest two adults so one can watch them in the backseat on the way home and two, I really needed the moral support. She kept my mind off the fact that my baby was asleep. She is amazing and I am so grateful. I actually almost lost it watching him fall asleep because he fought it off a little. It was even more torture seeing him wake all confused and scared. I just kept repeating it was over and he did a good job. I didn't want him to think he still had more things to do there. </div>
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After it all I am so thankful he is ok. Not nauseous at all and happy to drink liquids and eat. Besides the first few hours of wobbly walking he seems pretty steady. Hopefully he continues to do well through the night. My guys only had dental work to do. I have a new appreciation for what so many parents go through when they have children having serious procedures done. Being a parent is the best job and your heart is so full that it literally breaks when you see them in pain. </div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">In my <a href="http://mormon.org/" target="_blank">church</a> we get baptized at 8 which is the age of accountability. It's a pretty big deal and you have to even have a meeting with the Bishop about it just to be sure you know what's going on and what you are doing. McKayla was super excited and even a little scared of what was going to happen. She really didn't want to mess it up. Luckily we had a lot of help along the way and it went smoothly. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">She wanted me to speak at her baptism, but I begged her to let me off the hook because I knew I wouldn't be able to pull it together and speak without bursting into tears and looking like a crazy lady. So she asked her <a href="http://www.lds.org/liahona/2010/03/a-lesson-in-reverence?lang=eng&query=primary" target="_blank">Primary</a> teacher and my best friend Kristi which believe it or not is like a second mom so it was perfect. They did a great job talking to McKayla about <a href="http://www.lds.org/friend/2008/08/questions-and-answers-about-baptism?lang=eng" target="_blank">baptism</a> and the <a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2003/04/the-unspeakable-gift?lang=eng" target="_blank">Holy Ghost</a>. They even gave her a copy so she could keep it. She has put it in her special box and still breaks it out to read every once in a while.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The baptism went smoothly and she was confirmed. She was absolutely glowing afterward and I couldn't believe my little girl was 8 and is baptized. I am so proud of her and the beautiful lady she is becoming. She has such a loving spirit and I am so blessed to have her in my life. She constantly reminds me of the things that I should be doing to be a better person. She inspires me to be the best mom so I can set I great example for her. Teaching her that we all make mistakes, but the plan is set forth that we can get up and correct those mistakes and learn from it is a blessing. I look forward to watching her grow and make those choices that will guide her and change her and mold her into the person she will become. Her light is shining bright and I know that she will continue to shine and bless others with it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I realize this is an unusual post, but I couldn't write about her baptism without sharing how I feel about her. Thanks for the flashback now I'm going to go give my girl a hug and a kiss and tell her how much she means to me. Who are you going to hug?</span><br />
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I mostly followed the pattern except I gave it more of a cap sleeve instead of being sleeveless, I added lining to the skirt and finished out the insides much nicer, and I made the back zipper a more exposed look since that seems to be the trend these days. I also liked the colour of my zipper. <br>
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Working with powdery snow is very tricky, but we did it. With the heat we have been enjoying this summer who wants to have snow this winter? Me? Well let's just say I am loving this heat and hope it lasts a long time. I don't want to be reminded it will end!!<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-23718782119152720622012-08-08T13:12:00.000-04:002012-08-31T15:03:48.055-04:00Camping in Canada another firstSo this past week I said goodbye to my only daughter. First time away from me longer than 24 hours. I know she's almost nine, but the opportunity actually never presented itself until now. She was going with one of three people I think I would trust to take her. Well I am sure there are more, but as far as her friends and their parents? Ya three. <br />
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McKayla of course loves camping and the plan 10 days!!!! Way too long in my opinion, but whatever. So I said goodbye with the plan to drive out there and spend the day with her on the beach. She wanted me to spend the night so day 7 of her being away which was long and lonely for Maddox who relies on her to play with him. Marcus wanted to go he likes camping, but go hang out with 4 girls and another mom? Not so much. He pretty much stayed glued to my hip unless we were at the campsite and he was either in the tent reading or by the campfire keeping to himself.<br />
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Maddox <b>loved</b> the beach. We were on Lake Huron at <a href="http://www.pinerypark.on.ca/">Pinery Provincial Park</a> near Grand Bend. It is an amazing park and the beach was great even though I hate how sand gets everywhere! Ya I am more of a pool person and having grown up around lakes ours were mud bottom and not really a lot of sand was involved. Surprisingly the water was warm. Not sure what I expected, but I thought the water being in Canada no matter how hot it gets couldn't possibly get hot enough to warm up the lakes. Proved wrong it was beautiful. Just like my pool. Well slightly cooler, but with the heat it was perfect.<br />
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My hubby sent me there with one request somehow convince her to come back with me even though she only had two more days left. Sure enough it didn't really take a lot of convincing. As much as I rejuvenated her with family love she still really missed her daddy and knowing he would be off the next day she couldn't resist coming home with me. So we said our goodbyes, packed up the car, and drove the quick 2.5 hours home. McKayla said driving home was so fast, but then she fell asleep. The next few days was sleep catch up. She even slept in until 11:30 one morning! <br />
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<i>If only my guy could've been there to enjoy it with us.</i><br />
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I am glad I let her go and it was a great first camping experience for all of us here in Canada. I am grateful for great friends who took care of her and us while we were there. Apart from coming back with a backache it made me want to go back again next year. Anybody want to come camping with me next year? Because I am sure I would not be as brave and go alone with the kids!<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-50056106610657929482012-08-07T22:45:00.001-04:002012-08-29T23:10:36.423-04:00Avenger "HULK" birthday Smash!Maddox's 4th birthday came in a hurry. I had a my family here and then my father-in-law and then I had 3 days until his party. Phew! I spent more time on the capes and masks than I anticipated, but they were worth it. The kids loved them and I have heard storied of them continuing to play with them.<br>
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We spent his actual birthday visiting the golf course and playing just a little bit. It was Friday after all and super busy. Then we went back home for swimming. <br>
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<i>He is trying to be so proper for this photo. Funny.</i><br>
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Summer has been exciting and starting it with a visit from my family was amazing! If only they could have stayed longer or we could have done more!! We didn't even make it downtown to show them all of the wonderful areas to explore! Oh well, next time for sure. <br />
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<i>with my nephew Tyler</i><br />
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We did go see a baseball game, which is tradition and so much fun. No we didn't win, but we had two home runs and the first one from Bautista the camera panned the crowd and my hubby at home saw my sis and I dancing away. Of course not our best view from behind, but nonetheless we were on t.v. Maybe a little embarrassing to our children we celebrated every hit like it was a home run and every out like it was the last one. We had fun no matter how silly we looked or sounded.<br />
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We also went to Wonderland and I discovered why I don't go as often. My oldest doesn't want to go on the big rides and is too tall for kiddie rides. He says he had fun, but how much fun can you have riding kiddie rides? My hubby, sister, my nephew Drew, and I did ride some of the big ones. Leviathon was new and really fun. My sister didn't enjoy it too much. Behemoth was awesome as always. The kids had a blast in the wave pool. Me personally? I would rather be in my backyard than swim in the public wave pool with all of those people and floating band-aids. Don't even get me started. We rode a few more rides, but were literally so exhausted we couldn't handle any more.<br />
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<i>In line for <a href="http://leviathon.canadaswonderland.com/">Leviathon</a></i><br />
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<i>As you can see Maddox was the only lucky one who actually got to take a nap.<br />
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A big event in my life I got to go through the temple for the first time with my mom as my escort. It was an amazing experience and one that has definitely brought me closer to my Saviour and the spirit was so strong I could feel my dad there with me as well. If you want to know more about my church or even what happens in temples look <a href="http://www.lds.org/ldsorg/v/index.jsp?locale=0&vgnextoid=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD&channelId=bd163ca6e9aa3210VgnVCM1000003a94610aRCRD&sourceId=387b747631f92210VgnVCM100000176f620a____">here</a>. <br />
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<i>photo credit my friend Laurie Davidson</i><br />
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Sadly when people come visit me I don't take as many pictures as when I visit others. strange I know, but one week with them here and I am not sure I took even 50!! Oh well hopefully next time I'll be better. <br />
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<i>Love this group shot!</i><br />
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This year was Ballet 1 and exams. She practiced hard and was prepared for the big day. Missed a morning of school for the exam and full of nerves she did it. Passed with Merit. Again. She thinks she really wants to work harder and pass with Distinction next year. She was only 5 points she of getting in this year so I think it is doable. As long as she dances with a smile on her face it makes me happy. I am doing my very best not to turn into a dance mom! I think that is why I love the studio she is at. It has such a warm family feel to it. Lots of fun mixed in with the technique. I think if you want to be serious you can and will succeed there, but if all you want to do is go out and have fun and dance it is ok too. It's the perfect environment for McKayla because she is such a perfectionist I think a strict,highly competitive environment would swallow her up and she would lose her love of dance. <br />
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McKayla has enjoyed dancing with company this year at her dance studio and I have enjoyed watching her confidence grow from the shy young girl who was afraid to go into the first class with all the big kids to fitting right in. She has become such a leader in her other classes as she is the only one in company. It's amazing how quickly she is growing up and turning into such an amazing and beautiful young lady. I will admit it has been hard putting on her make-up for performances lashes and all! Not exactly how I want to see my baby girl, but when she is on stage she shines. <br />
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With company members Nicole, Ella, and Sara.<br />
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With me backstage.<br />
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One of her besties Katelyn came to cheer her on.<br />
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Traditional photo with daddy.<br />
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After Feet First she was focused and ready for Showcase which had dances from her classes she was taking. Her favourite? Happy Feet. Or as she calls it the penguin dance. When I get the video I will try to post a clip from it. The only downside? She is in company so she didn't get to hang out with her classmates backstage, but that doesn't mean we couldn't sneak off and grab some photos. She performed beautifully of course and I have a totally unbiased opinion. <i>Okay not really, but come on anyone who has seen her dance would agree, so there.</i> Every time she was on stage she would scan the crowd to look for her daddy because I will admit it she's a daddy's girl. And wouldn't you know it he stepped out for a bathroom break because there was no intermission and didn't make it back in time for one of her ballet dances that he hasn't seen yet. sigh. Oh well, she didn't let it get to her on stage, but definitely made him answer for it as soon as she saw him. I guess he will actually have to watch the video this time so he can see it. Afterwards one of her best friends Alessandra came over for dinner with her mom and sister. It was a good day.<br />
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With her Happy Feet tappers<br />
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With Alessandra and Julia <i>we snuck upstairs to grab pics</i><br />
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With another bestie, Alessandra<br />
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Her company also performs at the Bread and Honey Festival in Streetsville every year and this year we went. We worried we would get soaked because it had poured the day before and the clouds over Streetsville were very gloomy, but the performance went on and she had fun. Even got to eat her bread and honey. We didn't stay around for the festival, but we did stop for face painting on the way out and wouldn't you know it while Maddox was getting his dragon painted on it started to rain. So we waited under the tent for a bit hoping it would stop. It didn't. So we decided we're hungry so let's get out of here and start walking. Then, it started to pour. We called my hubby to come rescue us, but he didn't come before I was drenched like I had jumped in the lake! We would have been miserable, but I had extra clothes in the car and McKayla's beautiful ballerina she had painted on her face didn't wash off! Amazing. Shannon, the director of TDS Dance Space, met us with her family for dinner which was fun. I think it brought a very dramatic ending to the dance season. She has a few weeks left, but it's all fun and games now. And we wait for next year and the adventures she will go through then. maybe this time one of her classmates will join company along side her. <br />
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Maddox and his dragon.<br />
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McKayla and her ballerina.<br />
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It seems forever ago, but before there was digital there was film. I loved it. Don't get me wrong digital is awesome you can easily and quickly take a lot more pics. It's also cheaper than having to buy film and store it, process it, stare through those magnifier at each pic to decide what you like. Before retouching came around it was so much cleaner and fresher. Don't get me wrong DI has it's place, but sometimes they overdo it so much that I can't even recognize myself. Altering actual facial structures to the point where it looks like plastic surgery gone wrong. I can see how it is confusing seeing photos and than seeing people in real life and not being able to recognize them. Work days go a lot faster with digital. Clients can immediately see exactly what they are getting and be satisfied or unsatisfied and change the direction it's going. You know what else I miss? Polaroids. I loved being able to take home a polaroid of the job I just did especially because a lot of the time you don't see the final product. Even if you do it always looks so much better. They were perfect for keeping a journal of what I was doing. So this post is dedicated to the days of film when you got exited about racing to the agency to see the new film and be a part of the selection process. Now it seems you take the pictures for a test and the photographer edits a handful of pics for you to choose from. I don't even see it until the final product. I've lost half the fun of doing a test. Plus you don't get to see the mess-ups like eyes shut, goofy faces, blurry photos, chopped off heads, etc. I love the mess-ups.</div>
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<a href="http://tayfamilynews.blogspot.com/2011/09/flashback-friday-days-of-film.html#more">The full story here »</a><div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-70130311493252123482011-09-03T14:49:00.000-04:002011-09-03T14:50:46.222-04:00My other family.So I know I have mentioned before that I practically lived in Dallas, well this post is about this summer and getting to see my other family again as well.
Enter Jacki and Ty. Well Jacki was quite literally like one of my best friends. I know crazy because she is sooooo much older *wink*. Ty was my first agent. He's the one that got me into this craziness. He saw me when I was 11 and said, "I am going to have my eye on you. If you grow taller I am going to want represent you." At the time I thought who is this creepy old man and what is he talking about. He did approach me at church and he was married to a Fair so I figured he couldn't be too creepy. Two years later and having completely forgotten about the previous encounter sure enough he asked me to come down that summer and do a test to see if I was photogenic and would be able to work in the industry. My parents agreed and fast forward 17 years later we are still friends.
Sadly, I only got to see Ty at church as he was working when I went up to visit the rest of the family.
When I first went down to stay with them Blaine was just 5 months old so to see him entering his senior year of High School made me feel really old.
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Here I am with Blaine and Si. These boys are crazy, but fun. I can't believe they're so big now. We had to get the blue steel going.
Leyla was born the same year as McKayla except her birthday is in January and McKayla's is in October. They first played together when McKayla was 3 1/2 and this summer when they saw each other it was like they have played with each other their whole lives. They got along so well. Made me wish I lived closer to home so they could visit with each other more often. It is nice when your kids are the same age and get along so well.
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Jesse is the same age as Maddox except he is also a January baby and Maddox's birthday is in July. They definitely didn't quite get along as well as the girls due mostly to the fact that as a three year old someone else your age is more likely to take your stuff and not give it back. Nevertheless they had a lot of fun playing with each other. I think they connected on the whole we like to make trouble and be wild side.
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Some say that we are like sisters, but every once in a while I would get mistaken as her daughter. Yea she was never very happy about that. She isn't that much older than me. I am hoping that we can always stay connected. Friendships are hard especially when you are dealing with long distances. It takes a lot of effort and time to stay connected. My goal this year? Trying to stay connected with all of those that I love especially family and not excluding those awesome friendships which bring you together like family.
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The whole point of my blog is to stay connected with the ones I love at least on my life and what I have been doing. Luckily in this day and age we have ichat, skype, facetime, internet, and online gaming with family and friends that can keep us connected. My kids have enjoyed facetime with their cousins. It is nice to know that even though I live so far from my family we can still be close and see each other. Yesterday I even got to see my nephew in his new glasses he just started having to wear. Little things like that makes me happy. I hate being the last to know about what is going on in my own family. I also talked on the phone with my brother for almost an hour and a half! I know it's crazy. I think that is the longest conversation I have had with him in a long time and I hope we have more. It's easier to carry on conversation when you know what is going on in each other's lives. Sometimes it might seem like your are struggling to keep the conversation going, but the more you do the easier it becomes.
Didn't mean to go on forever, but I guess my point is make an effort in keeping the conversations going in your families and with your friends. Don't let facebook turn you into a hermit who never actually carries on a real conversation with anyone. As a social network it lacks in actual social developing skills. Who do you want to connect with more?
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The year I started working I moved to Dallas for part of the school year. Inner city school was a change for a country girl. We had to go through metal detectors to get into the school. Definitely an adventure. I remember doing my best to avoid the wrong crowds in the hallway afraid something would happen to me if I looked at them the wrong way. But I made some good friends and it was good I was an honour student so at least I was in classes with kids who didn't get into trouble. <br />
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Summers after I started working I spent partially in Dallas and the rest of the time travelling around which is fun when you are in Junior High and from a small town. By the time I finished my freshman year we (my management, parents, and I) decided to switch to home school so I could travel full time and pretty much live in Dallas. <br />
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Going back home this summer I realized why I didn't really know how to get around Ft. Smith very well. It was because by the time I got my license and was driving I was never home. I only drove to Wal-mart, church, the mall, and the movie theatres. The occasional stop in other places, but never really spent a lot of time driving. I also discovered just how fashion has changed since I was a teenager. I remember very clearly thinking that the 80's were bad for fashion and how cool we looked compared to them. Now looking back I actually think the 80's had some good stuff. A lot of bad stuff, but more good stuff than I think that came out of the 90's. It was definitely not very flattering especially for one like myself who was a little curvier than most models out there. I know you probably think I am crazy, but seriously I was! So enough of a back story I found some old JCPenny pics I wanted to share.<br />
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So here I am barely 14 years old. Who had a denim dress of any kind? Or who ever wore denim head to toe? I know. That was a bad look, but people did it. <br />
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I actually think I owned skirts similar to this one. Who wore flannel? Lots of flannel and the knee high socks with the mary janes. I know I wore this one frequently. Although I still think this look is cute. The whole schoolgirl thing going on. <br />
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This one is the kicker though. Who wore the high waisted jeans or pant with front pleats? Whoever started this style should be shot! Tapered leg and all. So unflattering. Maybe that's why they had my sit down. Not to mention the shoes. I think they are more appropriate for a grandma then a teenager. What do you think? Stylist also like to put me in pigtails a lot. Sometimes braided and sometimes not. I think they wanted me to look Native American or something. I remember always thinking Pocahontas they want me to be Pocahontas. Actually before Princess Jasmine came along every time we played dress up or pretend I always had to be Pocahontas. Not fair I just wanted to be Aurora or Ariel, just once. <br />
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I hope that more opportunities to get some good photos out of him without his crazy faces are in the future because this was fun. <div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0Mississauga, ON, Canada43.548599 -79.62642699999997843.388574500000004 -79.941297499999976 43.7086235 -79.31155649999998tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-59290524128838298182011-08-26T10:22:00.000-04:002011-08-26T12:41:26.059-04:00Flashback Friday: GO Team GO!So a good thing about my vacation from blogging was I retrieved some valued pictures from my mom's house. Can I say it is so much fun to look back and see not only how awkward I was and maybe still am and how fashion has changed since the 90's. <br />
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I will start by saying my fabulous sister was the cheerleader in the family. Strong with no monkey arms. Peppy and filled with team spirit not awkward and grunge like I thought I was. I was definitely the black sheep. Refused to go along with the norm, which when you grow up in Oklahoma includes cowboys, country, football, pool halls, and numerous other things. Instead I was into alternative, speech/drama, sledding on car hood in the winter, and catching craw daddies in the creek. I have to say I did join one main stream thing. Band. What? I loved it! Traveling to all the games, competitions were the best, and marching in front of the crowd. I guess I showed a little team spirit. <br />
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So here I am posing for a dance costume. I worked several times for this cheerleading/dance catalog. Definitely out of my element, but at least I have a little dance background to look decent in the photo. <br />
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Ok. You see it broken wrists and all. Should have had my sister give me lessons. <br />
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This one kills me. I look so out of place. I have always wondered the numbers on these. How many uniforms were actually sold because of me? My guess probably not as much as the other girls. They had a lot more spunk and experience. I was only 14/15 in these photos. I like to think I got better as I got older. <div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-13627917505416349422011-08-24T16:27:00.000-04:002011-08-24T16:31:11.838-04:00Vacation 2011So I thought I would share this photo book with you. I cannot promise that I won't post some of the same pictures and blog more about my vacation. I had such a fun time playing that I might have to talk about it for a while. Enjoy!
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<br />So I know I have been absent for over a month, but I was enjoying my summer and my family, and well I have been lazy! This year Maddox is Cars crazy. Well when is not not something crazy? If it isn't Cars it is trains or Toy Story or zombies. Yes. Zombies!
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<br />I had a lot of fun decorating and preparing for this one. It was actually the first time I actually put effort into Maddox's Birthday. I have put a lot of effort into his cake and the food, but no decorating. Well in hindsight this year is the first year we actually ha beautiful, hot weather. As my mother can attest his first birthday was wet and cold and his <a href="http://tayfamilynews.blogspot.com/2010/07/wet-garden-party.html">second</a> wasn't really that much warmer either.
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<br /> He might not look happy, but he actually loved his cake in fact I caught him just staring at it for a long time before his party even started. This look on his face is actually because he is really worried that someone is going to take his cake or some of the cars on the cake. Not a false worry though because some kids really did want to take his cars from the cake and we all wanted to eat it.
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<br />After the cake I made him I settled for a store bought brownie for his actual birthday.
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<br />It was a good birthday so good in fact he continued to think it was his birthday weeks later. So happy birthday to my crazy, loud, entertaining, dramatic, monkey! I love you!<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-90451429497308425552011-07-12T17:13:00.000-04:002011-07-12T21:04:44.894-04:00Canada Day 2011So I know that Canada Day comes before Independence Day, but I am American first so I had to blog about that first. This was another first for me in Canada. We went to the Canada Day Parade @ <a href="http://www.paintthetownred.ca">Port Credit</a>. Let's just say for the small community it was an okay parade.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4313-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4313-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />Maddox was sure that all of these cars were his friends. One he was sure it was Ramone, another was Doc Hudson, and I think he thought he saw Sheriff too. I spotted his silver convertible that he received when I got my new car, but I forgot to take a picture!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4303-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4303-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />Waiting for Red...hi Red!<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4322-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4322-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />This one reminded me of a post on one of my favourite <a href="http://www.lowefamilynews.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-inappropriate.html">blogs</a>. Little kids were getting their pictures taken with these giant stuff animals. You know what the sponsor was? An adult play store. Yep! Totally inappropriate.<br /><br /> Some of it rather interesting though.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4336.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4336.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />For instance a mermaid? I guess advertising spas. She was a hit with the peeps around us.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4335.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4335.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />This was fun entertainment, but not quite sure the girl dancing with the booty shorts and the knee length boots (i<span style="font-style:italic;">n the heat of summer?) </span> was thinking when she picked that outfit.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4324.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4324.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />This was just random people dancing with music blaring from the trunk of a car. Not quite sure what they were promoting though. Crazy Canadian fun?<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4323.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4323.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br />Canadians do have great music and this band lifted the mood better than most parading down the road.<br /><br />Then we walked down to the <a href="http://www.lavillabakery.com">La Villa Bakery</a> and waited for the one and only Mike Holmes to cut the gigantic Canada Flag cake. We waited in the hot sun for probably 45 minutes, but at least they brought around watermelon and yummy Canada Day sugar cookies for everyone to enjoy. The cake? Actually not bragging or anything, but I like my cakes better. Then again maybe making a cake that big diminishes the yumminess of the cake. I should probably just try some from that bakery another time in order to pass further judgment on the cake. <br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4304-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4304-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />Monkey fell asleep on the walk to the other side of Port Credit where they had activities for the kids. Bouncy castles, giant bumpy slide, and carnival food was exactly what was needed. My only problem? I forgot to leave the house with extra cash. So all I had on me was 16 dollars for food. That was using all of my coins too! Marcus chose boring pizza, McKayla picked delicious poutine (if you have never had it you are missing out!), and I picked an elephant ear. <span style="font-style:italic;">Which was stolen from me by my children ugh</span>! I remember my dad making these. It was really good. <br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4353.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4353.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4359-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4359-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />Finally the heat got to me and a headache started coming on so I gave the kids a few minutes at the overly crowded playground, <span style="font-style:italic;">which was actually quite nice,</span>and then we walked back to the car.<br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/?action=view&current=IMG_4361-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/Canada%20Day%202011/IMG_4361-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />I was extremely happy that I let the kids experience the celebration of Canada Day because well they are Canadian too. But I remembered why I never went before. Going to very crowded street celebrations alone with three kids is exhausting! I wish my hubby didn't have to work every holiday in the summer. Actually every weekend in the summer! I was also very happy I chose to go to Port Credit instead of <a href="http://www.mississauga.ca/portal/celebrationsquare/canadaday">The Square</a> because while it was probably nicer with more entertainment and brand spanking new grounds I am sure it was 100 times more crowded. We missed the company from McKayla's dance studio perform. I actually had no clue where they were performing and when, but was hoping to catch it. Oh well.<br /><br />Happy 143rd Birthday Canada!<br /><br />Oh and the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge I did not see. They were in the capital Ottawa celebrating Canada Day. <span style="font-style:italic;">Special side note loving her wardrobe. Very nice.</span><br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Kmcubp_fKyw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br />Can I just say I watched a couple of videos, but this guys opinion of Canada was similar to mine. I am not Canadian, but I love Canada so I celebrate Canada Day.<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-39927597293404724032011-07-12T15:37:00.000-04:002011-07-12T16:13:48.348-04:00Fourth of July in Canada<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAng98GVE0Wu_-o4tPbXxKTFY8UEcki2jIIdtKgPVRBeTgto7fLT8mkSBYIK0GRcPGynYcY9AzumluobQ6uK3lNpchharw_QklSYkz1HRy_OQ9u4pYQ6oY05wmJ4ME6tzXD6zn2ds-evHc/s1600/IMG_4382.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAng98GVE0Wu_-o4tPbXxKTFY8UEcki2jIIdtKgPVRBeTgto7fLT8mkSBYIK0GRcPGynYcY9AzumluobQ6uK3lNpchharw_QklSYkz1HRy_OQ9u4pYQ6oY05wmJ4ME6tzXD6zn2ds-evHc/s400/IMG_4382.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628559453010935042" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">My bestie refused to be in the photo and insisted that I being the American should pose.</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVM6RddCToZvog4i211KaDEBS5zyggzfPCoEeeVU96Gwv3IyrmhUkUAYg0Zg9cS6bQkfGiTsE_Yf9Mp3mTqWpKPiS_2uEpNJnB4QE-jI3zqGGm5vFukNd-QSs2dYX4tg0qxDPmyV8IaJ8/s1600/IMG_4365.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlVM6RddCToZvog4i211KaDEBS5zyggzfPCoEeeVU96Gwv3IyrmhUkUAYg0Zg9cS6bQkfGiTsE_Yf9Mp3mTqWpKPiS_2uEpNJnB4QE-jI3zqGGm5vFukNd-QSs2dYX4tg0qxDPmyV8IaJ8/s400/IMG_4365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628554136430459090" /></a><br /><br />So believe it or not I celebrate Independence Day here in Canada every year, but seeing as it is three days after Canada day it always feels like a four day holiday. This was the first year I celebrated it with friends too. Not just any friends, but my best friend and her family, my FIL, Spanish <a href="http://lds.org/media-library/video/our-faith?lang=eng#2010-05-1190-why-mormons-send-missionaries-around-the-world">Missionaries</a>, and another couple from my church. Hosted by my bestie we had tons of yummy food, but for me the highlight was the cake!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoWKRwIiKzoMV49ykcGEgnwtbHR0RilM3SFkGkXvx5TplkaQBsSmB1HdHrykY6V-U5-ZHofdnwwouLukBiG1D3GS25Pguk38Kj-Z64Dr4gVNOJ9zerlWgQUncUyrUTl1aLKBsatuYLfJA/s1600/IMG_4367.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 260px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXoWKRwIiKzoMV49ykcGEgnwtbHR0RilM3SFkGkXvx5TplkaQBsSmB1HdHrykY6V-U5-ZHofdnwwouLukBiG1D3GS25Pguk38Kj-Z64Dr4gVNOJ9zerlWgQUncUyrUTl1aLKBsatuYLfJA/s400/IMG_4367.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628559438888238066" /></a><br /><br /><br />She decorated American style with the red, white, and blue and we had some great adult conversation, <span style="font-style:italic;">mostly hilarious stories</span>, while the kids played in the backyard. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTD8eFnAKHaB61sXLUW-cQwQ5_C-p7mur7E1I-1tQ3A1qGzuXEUSPZJn6AaPaDG8YNIncM0r3d06k2RLdB7-iB0Buo0WqRMIOdHQhI6iFXElkmSrp5sjfAeAp4mCo74p3MP3DDgb4WXW1/s1600/IMG_4400_2.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjTD8eFnAKHaB61sXLUW-cQwQ5_C-p7mur7E1I-1tQ3A1qGzuXEUSPZJn6AaPaDG8YNIncM0r3d06k2RLdB7-iB0Buo0WqRMIOdHQhI6iFXElkmSrp5sjfAeAp4mCo74p3MP3DDgb4WXW1/s400/IMG_4400_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628559448657231666" /></a><br /><br />They even posed for a photo for me. If you look real close only my monkey decided to crazy up the photo with his crazy eyes. The bum. Oops not supposed to call names. We are currently trying to keep monkey from calling people "meany" and "baby". Let's just say very rude when some random person says hi to him and he says with mean face, "MEANY". <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiertmmuXDMe5s505nrGDeGgAagHSVYPjKxFmC_Jwky3c6h9GQ5yLml-LvaKZT3lCYfdAw3MQiD947CHls3aaXNPVCaGJXiWtw7Yf50L72hro0ZxVxXOaNJCOflEjlyEUasB3bKL_ieXSzg/s1600/IMG_4408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiertmmuXDMe5s505nrGDeGgAagHSVYPjKxFmC_Jwky3c6h9GQ5yLml-LvaKZT3lCYfdAw3MQiD947CHls3aaXNPVCaGJXiWtw7Yf50L72hro0ZxVxXOaNJCOflEjlyEUasB3bKL_ieXSzg/s400/IMG_4408.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628557575405882050" /></a><br /><br />So thank you to those founding fathers who had a vision of a free land where we could worship as we please and have so many opportunities opened up to us. Thank you to those who have fought and are fighting to protect our freedom as well as the freedoms of those who cannot defend themselves. Thank you to the many people all over who make the American Nation something to be admired and modelled after. Thank you to best friends who love you enough to throw BBQ's to celebrate your holiday. Thank you to God for keeping us safe and pouring out so many blessings upon us.<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-27658153330718230772011-06-26T08:31:00.000-04:002011-06-27T13:12:19.883-04:00Follow the prophet, follow the prophet, follow the prophet...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist8pqof778fpNGux0hIX0bZACUfHkeYCdSg0EfhO9rr6a_9Fe2nPh9SI2azXotUr_-HcRTEBuNgNAU7CDvDI4Gkxb65yq9SVcfG3fW4Q6X9dpRm4MDKCQoGJGMETszGPQc3Eon-829-lc/s1600/IMG_4289.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEist8pqof778fpNGux0hIX0bZACUfHkeYCdSg0EfhO9rr6a_9Fe2nPh9SI2azXotUr_-HcRTEBuNgNAU7CDvDI4Gkxb65yq9SVcfG3fW4Q6X9dpRm4MDKCQoGJGMETszGPQc3Eon-829-lc/s400/IMG_4289.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622603214135178642" /></a><br /><br />So after three years of waiting for the new <a href="http://desne.ws/lobWMa">Young Women Campsite</a> to be finished this weekend was it. Not only do we get our own awesome campsite 15 acres of developed land, which includes, an amphitheatre, running water, showers, toilets, eating hall, fire pits, Young Women memorial garden, shelter pavilions, trails, floating swim docks, canoes, soccer, baseball, and volleyball areas. With over 400 acres the campsite is truly peaceful. Even with the thousands of people that showed up for the dedication.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm4QA4aYFKmORNOQHNDSkpdcZUlW85r-qXnIw9TdZpZNV0GEMQX49w36iB3o8On5AjzeUpZBb35fYnIYY0YJahfikZ3TNPmicFN_x4jdqd-oLX-7sNVPN5eFWvQ_RYg4chYv8TLG9XfNt/s1600/IMG_4267.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm4QA4aYFKmORNOQHNDSkpdcZUlW85r-qXnIw9TdZpZNV0GEMQX49w36iB3o8On5AjzeUpZBb35fYnIYY0YJahfikZ3TNPmicFN_x4jdqd-oLX-7sNVPN5eFWvQ_RYg4chYv8TLG9XfNt/s400/IMG_4267.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622603206884766722" /></a><br /><br /> I was on the fence whether I wanted to go or not, but I really wanted to see the camp. After two hours of driving we finally arrived with rain gear seeing as it decided to rain on us. My kids were slow moving in the morning so I didn't get there as early as I would have liked to. So my parking spot? About 7 km from the campsite. Yea I know. We pulled up and were told shuttle busses would get us there. I didn't realize a Malibu was a shuttle bus. Okay they did have a couple of those vans too, but I was thinking, along with another lady, we are mormons don't you think there are a few minivans around that could shuttle the hundreds of us? Because well we only had an hour to get there before it started and going 4 at a time was not going to do it. Luckily some of the chartered school buses that had brought people from the 8 stakes which will use this camp were generous enough to act as shuttle buses. So sweet I couldn't be more thankful to them. We arrived to hear prelude music and I immediately knew we got there just in time. <br /><br /><br />Still raining and muddy ground, but actually not as muddy as I thought that it would be, we got comfortable to listen to the speakers. We sang "O Canada" which even though I am not Canadian I still love to sing and am proud for my children who truly are Canadian. The Young Women choir sang another song and because I was so far back I had to really listen to hear them, but the fact that it was so silent as they were singing said something. Like colourful angels they stood there dressed in white with value coloured scarves around their necks. I was proud even though I have no clue if any of my girls made it to sing in the choir or not. <br /><br />President Baxter, who is 2nd counselor in the Ontario Mission Presidency, spoke first. He told of the miracles in how this camp was able to put together. Sister Barb Murphy, Church Service missionary, spoke and invited all those in the church to come to the campsite and find those peaceful spots to meditate and grow closer. Then Sister Ann M. Dibb spoke, "M" for Monson yes she is President Monson daughter as well as a counselor in the General Young Women, she spoke and the rain started to slow. I had hope that we could put down our umbrellas and that the sun just might come out. Some Laurels (16-18 year olds) from London Stake sang a beautiful musical number to set the mood for President Monson. As we know he started and made us laugh. He thanked us for giving the camp his name, which we did because of the impact as mission president he was all those years ago. Before he stood to speak McKayla pulled on me and said, "I can't wait to see him." They stood on logs so the could see over the crowd. I remember when I was a youth in the Young Women org. I went to a Youth Conference in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Four stakes of teenagers gathered to listen to the prophet at the time President Gordon B. Hinkley. Granted it was a longer conference and there was a different spiritual message, but I still remember those things that he said and the feelings I had when I listened to him. I actually cut a trip to Milan short just so I could fly back in time to make it to that conference. I was so glad I did. So I jumped at the chance for my kids to be able to see in person the prophet. Who is just a man, but for us like a rock star.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq39Euoedbbp1JmlV-a2aR2jIIzRX_GRZoCw98W8OI8Zap5oXoRVv-Hf_BWgsCX8daz0hvOs-xditGTaUKvOS00RBppDowVz78ab0Dkp0Jcp7lmzx5Ometaio9hljNPduiu6LiM9Ny6hO/s1600/IMG_4266.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfq39Euoedbbp1JmlV-a2aR2jIIzRX_GRZoCw98W8OI8Zap5oXoRVv-Hf_BWgsCX8daz0hvOs-xditGTaUKvOS00RBppDowVz78ab0Dkp0Jcp7lmzx5Ometaio9hljNPduiu6LiM9Ny6hO/s400/IMG_4266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622603196841243538" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Had to take some pictures. I wasn't the only one either everyone was snapping like crazy. I am surprised I only took maybe a dozen others were commenting that they had taken like 30 or 40 shots. <br /></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUHYjHSD2ym4izLArV3hPo4zZCzJ-Y-hE8MuiPEcTxby1IkKzaMW3TzM3-b9nTHGYnwnktN74X-Q5kKg7e1mlRzYsP2k7CfXt4DsfGaTV09KueJ967HfBlcC9IzLMc6YRXii8H_VdcS_n/s1600/IMG_4265.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUHYjHSD2ym4izLArV3hPo4zZCzJ-Y-hE8MuiPEcTxby1IkKzaMW3TzM3-b9nTHGYnwnktN74X-Q5kKg7e1mlRzYsP2k7CfXt4DsfGaTV09KueJ967HfBlcC9IzLMc6YRXii8H_VdcS_n/s400/IMG_4265.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622603198421083890" /></a><br /><br />When it concluded and we sang "How Great thou Art" a song which almost always brings me to tears everyone crowded in closer hoping to shake hands with President Monson. It was really great he waved and we waved back. And I have no problem if my children want to emulate this rock star. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMH5rCIqynU4XXtW05RBun9sBR3YY_BmdrozEXIIoHS9apTpgm_S3H2Ul6UVvUIuonxrzb4pclvooI0Yu8dh9coYPAfIbUza7vdT6gQuLlX9w3wEcKGMPTVwb_pxB3r7Sr1D36uLZnpyT/s1600/IMG_4272.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMH5rCIqynU4XXtW05RBun9sBR3YY_BmdrozEXIIoHS9apTpgm_S3H2Ul6UVvUIuonxrzb4pclvooI0Yu8dh9coYPAfIbUza7vdT6gQuLlX9w3wEcKGMPTVwb_pxB3r7Sr1D36uLZnpyT/s400/IMG_4272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622608186920468482" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The difference between this and a real rock conference? No crowd surfing.<br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoEw52klVyhTV9iUbBoMxzkKhE5IKuSc4ZKK0TWo1oc2OHiFvdqHJzQb5Utw0w9TSkDWfxLOC2UUOVS-31ccb7X7WrjcZImLFKvvs8_U6hvOtLdH5jfOsHieltJsEzh7LZFaMBlMEga_a/s1600/IMG_4277.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRoEw52klVyhTV9iUbBoMxzkKhE5IKuSc4ZKK0TWo1oc2OHiFvdqHJzQb5Utw0w9TSkDWfxLOC2UUOVS-31ccb7X7WrjcZImLFKvvs8_U6hvOtLdH5jfOsHieltJsEzh7LZFaMBlMEga_a/s400/IMG_4277.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622605702127691074" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I was amongst those trying to get really close. I think if I didn't have my kids I could've forced myself through to shake his hand, but this was as close as I could get. He waved to the crowd and we waved back. <br /></span><br />When it finished we waited another hour and a half or so to get shuttled back to our car. Luckily another bus driver was sweet enough to give us a lift or it would've been dark before we got out of there. I actually would have love to venture the property and see more of it, but by myself carrying a cooler and a bag for all of our other stuff and trying to keep an eye on the three kids I opted to go home. Although it did peek my curiosity enough that I want to go back. If only my hubby liked camping. I look forward to my children being able to use that camp. President Smith had told of a young man who was helping to build the camp who said he was doing it so that his children one day will be able to benefit from this camp. <br /><br />I hope that as my girls go off to camp in a couple of weeks they value what so many people have done to make it possible for them to enjoy such a beautiful facility. My second hope is that my kids will remember getting to see the prophet and hear him bless that land and bless us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGwPc2GtCpvU9iZfwrJvrvsP6Kb_0vZWWw6BVpLbFUn3hpuP8txaRAs1lamdoAmp0CVoy1JX-niSZ0G9FRkr-uoStS2KC3UUrWM65P5WpvwogRGpAJIlVri7oUS1Ff2QbV3Z2jh1KVxHz/s1600/IMG_4270.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 360px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGwPc2GtCpvU9iZfwrJvrvsP6Kb_0vZWWw6BVpLbFUn3hpuP8txaRAs1lamdoAmp0CVoy1JX-niSZ0G9FRkr-uoStS2KC3UUrWM65P5WpvwogRGpAJIlVri7oUS1Ff2QbV3Z2jh1KVxHz/s400/IMG_4270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622603208509192290" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-12839765972568037182011-06-24T20:06:00.000-04:002011-06-27T16:09:48.084-04:00My little dancer...<a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/?action=view&current=IMG_4121-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/IMG_4121-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br />B<span style="font-style:italic;">ackstage at showcase 2011</span><br /><br /><br />So McKayla has only one thing thing that she truly loves to do and that happens every Saturday throughout the school year. She takes ballet and tap and next year wants to expand and take even more types of dance. For showcase we aren't allowed to videotape, but I did purchase the video as always. Instead I got to take some videos of her during the open house weeks. <br /><br />As she was preparing for her ballet exams they came in very handy to watch so that I could help her practice. She of course passed with flying colors. Plus I hear her teacher Ms. Natasha thinks McKayla is just a joy to teach and will be sad to not be teaching her next year. (She is going on maternity leave.) <br /><br />I am glad my princess has discovered something she likes because honestly it is a lot having to give up Saturday mornings to take her to dance.<span style="font-style:italic;"> I look forward to next year an hour later!</span><br /><br />Her goal this summer? Working on her flexibility. I think she finally figured out that to be a really good dancer flexibility and balance and vital characteristics. <br /><br />Here is a little video if your are interested. Just some fun clips of when I was actually able to go into her class to see her dance. It's funny how they always act different when you are watching. Somewhere in the middle Maddox was distracting me so my focus on McKayla wasn't that great. Plus, this was a new video cam thing and I am still trying to figure it out. <br /><br /><iframe width="560" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8E7_BXm5RAM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe><br /><br />The day of the showcase came and nerves were high, but she totally belongs on the stage. She loves it. <br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/?action=view&current=IMG_4133-1.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/IMG_4133-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">Pretty princess backstage.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/?action=view&current=IMG_4133-2.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/IMG_4133-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">I know I have all kinds of different edits on this post, but what can I say? I can't make up my mind which way I like it!</span><br /><br />Thank you to the <a href="http://web.mac.com/shannonbondturner/TDS_Dance_Space_site/Welcome.html">TDS Dance Space</a> family. All I have to say is they are wonderful and if you live in my area and you have a son or daughter who want to dance this is the place. We love our teachers who are dedicated and love to teach. Plus they are a whole lot of fun. Also, next year I will be there three days a week so won't that be fun? Yea I should be happy I guess Marcus isn't into team sports. I would probably have trouble multiplying myself to get him places. I am contemplating putting him in swimming again, but stalling until we figure out if we are moving or not. So lucky for him he gets to wait. <br /><br /><a href="http://s1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/?action=view&current=IMG_4153.jpg" target="_blank"><img src="http://i1189.photobucket.com/albums/z438/charitytay/dance/IMG_4153.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The traditional daddy daughter pic after the show</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-306992494432789088.post-66746336917418341032011-06-16T21:15:00.000-04:002011-06-16T21:51:02.503-04:00Who's the dragon on the boat?So my son has an awesome athletics teacher. He gets them involved in so many great activities. One of them happens to be a dragon boat race between other elementary schools in the area. So three practices (<span style="font-style:italic;">some more successful than others</span>), a false start (<span style="font-style:italic;">let's just say really crappy day, which turned out to be unsafe for the kids to race.</span>), and finally the rescheduled race day. We rushed over right after school to get to the race and were pumped and ready to go. On a brighter side because of the postponement hubby was off so could join us. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34VGweEpf7Hf7le9QTGvJBJNYiMuOxVFEX-EWbVDtJdmFYYqkFqGzjsNbqUcv-PXMWa4PdL-FAdENN1SWXz-PAXOh5sa5aHWheo-HHsF0KAV3tAVpIDtVX2bLfklAQvvUTC9jn0YS35LB/s1600/IMG_4204.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34VGweEpf7Hf7le9QTGvJBJNYiMuOxVFEX-EWbVDtJdmFYYqkFqGzjsNbqUcv-PXMWa4PdL-FAdENN1SWXz-PAXOh5sa5aHWheo-HHsF0KAV3tAVpIDtVX2bLfklAQvvUTC9jn0YS35LB/s320/IMG_4204.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618994484776365842" /></a><br /><br />Marcus' school had three boats competing during the day. After the heats Marcus' boat ended up in the A final which was so exciting they were going to get to race for gold. <br /><br />Here is a video of the final race and as you can see it really wasn't all that close. Not to be mean the other boats did a great job, but I think team "2" was not going to lose this one. Yes I was screaming in the video. And yes of course the kids could hear me cheer. (<span style="font-style:italic;">I seriously am pretending they noticed me cheering them on.)<br /></span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/81yWTJC3Uu0?hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/81yWTJC3Uu0?hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />After the race we had to snatch a couple of photos with fellow teammates.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEUcHKv5-aC8LtS_-52F0VOekls_jDOV_5PPPed48rYeWvp1IMxI8V74fX523SC3rzGVjNiA4GhcdJlEl0A66Cru-8B-PaiJUp1GFsrlhjauO98uPHNBh0DJjWeFbXCKysWsbZVTKVRM-/s1600/IMG_4207.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbEUcHKv5-aC8LtS_-52F0VOekls_jDOV_5PPPed48rYeWvp1IMxI8V74fX523SC3rzGVjNiA4GhcdJlEl0A66Cru-8B-PaiJUp1GFsrlhjauO98uPHNBh0DJjWeFbXCKysWsbZVTKVRM-/s320/IMG_4207.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618994499382588914" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdur1ndRDdn2LSUt8wLh4YKhEtsGFdj3HM-KvLjNpMv1A1_zfwc-iddn1kSRJVfxYX4MQxYk27Bfyax8AZZy7aHB3kRwHgOZ8xb1yoH-RKv_NW5hNKP4ifSdlTai4aOZ-mybLCzkX-2tLV/s1600/IMG_4201.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdur1ndRDdn2LSUt8wLh4YKhEtsGFdj3HM-KvLjNpMv1A1_zfwc-iddn1kSRJVfxYX4MQxYk27Bfyax8AZZy7aHB3kRwHgOZ8xb1yoH-RKv_NW5hNKP4ifSdlTai4aOZ-mybLCzkX-2tLV/s320/IMG_4201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618994491629525650" /></a><br /><br />So much fun. I wanted to get in the water and race. Instead this is the day I mangled my left foot. Almost a week later and it is still healing. Oh and we also ended up getting a parking ticket. I know! I don't think either of those things could put a damper on the night. Marcus was still in shock like hours after it happened. Will remember this one for sure.<div class="blogger-post-footer">In order to keep my page clean and to protect my site I have changed my feed settings. I no longer show the entire RSS feed. Thank you so much for understanding. </div>Charityhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04321872907093708063noreply@blogger.com1