tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70411191875506009362024-03-12T22:43:18.046-05:00The Sweet Spot"This here is a sweet spot, this island...a sweet spot for a lad to get ashore on." from Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevensonkcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-7715568629920230812009-11-14T09:42:00.003-06:002009-11-15T00:30:28.771-06:00Laundry Room of My Dreams<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">These are the laundry rooms of my dreams...</span><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404000816419273026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe0enXxoo10QMJXzEbTT6MbXaQ7ntPUXQ88_7PYt8GWkSEeRIQAwRyWwFegnIye4WbecgnqbPApQ7sChvcvk4JMGhD2aoEZDENbkigA0B2cdGECKroC4W7jgECa08hjLSoOhmzjM5LhDc/s400/laundry+room+2.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Well, this one is actually a kitchen, but you get the general idea...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403985656818034674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf5QWHmoVLmYqxa5oQz8st8wTlBaHbMEFX0f1hW7M3BVpI-HlsdBdedEW3UWzrE8SDf91EWi1g_XiBiVdvKPSTrBtlxMSyRlAnrBR6cMohTybLlSF-gnxRcAGxK5blq8BkpJQr0C5FjDk/s400/coastal+kitchen.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPetOVzZBTDAV6mtw4w63sjtLKT0KFdavkLDo7W5ZIVDaMJgke3uHv5M_-_rS67inEPJfhY3EzQOyatk1mfl03wQC_6flfmtU1tiE_Yiwokk_UBMD5u5vSnM1aR-iZ-KEYxVcPgPYhuY/s1600-h/laundry+room.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403985642507138802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKPetOVzZBTDAV6mtw4w63sjtLKT0KFdavkLDo7W5ZIVDaMJgke3uHv5M_-_rS67inEPJfhY3EzQOyatk1mfl03wQC_6flfmtU1tiE_Yiwokk_UBMD5u5vSnM1aR-iZ-KEYxVcPgPYhuY/s400/laundry+room.jpg" /></a> </div><br /><div align="center"><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKjcxj65o2qswSrSLK3YwlYexShyildeY1t89pSc4cLO65QRtkhXMuzV8XKk9amTr_z1Ih0hN74cswpciVXsWpJgOI3-vb1vbDUA8_B1G-v5ob2RRcMMFJbhvsOkjK6KJlw-eaJH5Y5E/s1600-h/coastal+laundry+room.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403985636424223058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghKjcxj65o2qswSrSLK3YwlYexShyildeY1t89pSc4cLO65QRtkhXMuzV8XKk9amTr_z1Ih0hN74cswpciVXsWpJgOI3-vb1vbDUA8_B1G-v5ob2RRcMMFJbhvsOkjK6KJlw-eaJH5Y5E/s400/coastal+laundry+room.jpg" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My laundry room doesn't even come close to these, but that's all about to change...I can't wait!<br /><br /></span><div></div></div></div></div></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-89533117920115859882009-11-12T09:39:00.002-06:002009-11-12T10:05:47.977-06:00Gap Friends & Family 30% Discount<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My BFF, <a href="http://www.timbrandikadekam.blogspot.com/">Brandi</a>, works at the Gap and is able to share a Friends & Family 30% discount two times per year. If you want in on this deal, leave a comment with your e-mail address and I'll have the coupon e-mailed to you. It's good for 30% off at Gap, Old Navy and Banana Republic today, 11/12/09 through Sunday, 11/15/09.</span>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-83421248005001703402009-11-12T08:16:00.002-06:002009-11-12T08:25:14.373-06:00Coming Soon...The Incredible Shrinking WomanI've got a great idea for a new series of posts. Stay tuned... Let's see if The Incredible Procrastinating Woman can transform herself into The Incredible Shrinking Woman.kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-52828785660334855712009-08-27T09:21:00.008-05:002009-08-28T14:31:54.406-05:00Pictures I Love...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDLaET9sHN8rnsjlqC-te0KrS7LTdKBFppkfW8rOaIENnHhVbXDt8GKQFgk8JDxCRZzStCqt2u3SsMKhID0QGO3m68gNWsMKF-E4UFZqKg2SUUvm-1hfKnIYyA7ab_otSBOdqyK8yaIg/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+315.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658758802538722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdDLaET9sHN8rnsjlqC-te0KrS7LTdKBFppkfW8rOaIENnHhVbXDt8GKQFgk8JDxCRZzStCqt2u3SsMKhID0QGO3m68gNWsMKF-E4UFZqKg2SUUvm-1hfKnIYyA7ab_otSBOdqyK8yaIg/s400/Storm+Baseball+315.JPG" border="0" /></a> Jacob on the Pitcher's Mound</div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYGQum5KEeAGi1vyo_JBsoVMhazD5P_NxpBeFbFF-PU1GsDxP1g7uq9-0s5ssq-W3_Hrh_20obgYSRS5Mqf0orxEih1KlmMxehuNxzD-YYFDCPOW92qWpgHTDdIKc8zSM0-yyK-lAId8/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+274.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658739256841378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYGQum5KEeAGi1vyo_JBsoVMhazD5P_NxpBeFbFF-PU1GsDxP1g7uq9-0s5ssq-W3_Hrh_20obgYSRS5Mqf0orxEih1KlmMxehuNxzD-YYFDCPOW92qWpgHTDdIKc8zSM0-yyK-lAId8/s400/Storm+Baseball+274.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Tim Smith, surrounded by the Ramirez & Smith boys<br /></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsm_-bw1VDOqbVqOHKrV-klipx7tZ1hkECXCrExTnZv9dUq1BF5rDlZyfOy9MjMR1PeMbBX5oY74QXnbqG-YaniBpqOi56AYatF_VXXyXSt_dueuOiaZidDy-jpLqrPBftUiGuJkw2tEw/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+270.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658724881440498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsm_-bw1VDOqbVqOHKrV-klipx7tZ1hkECXCrExTnZv9dUq1BF5rDlZyfOy9MjMR1PeMbBX5oY74QXnbqG-YaniBpqOi56AYatF_VXXyXSt_dueuOiaZidDy-jpLqrPBftUiGuJkw2tEw/s400/Storm+Baseball+270.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Jacob giving Kyson a bottle while Kadyn patiently </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">waits for him to finish so they can play.<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrd8YjkbWklG-hRveddAIanZoksAPiyFFHELCcUp7C7-Xg8IKBlSWXKhrSLkBXMp4lspLmhE_qg8vU98ob-qdIjzvgw0_p71_1CzoHub1SQb16ZnrckMii1xq58OIr9kRvTgoQj66gYGw/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374658713496724130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrd8YjkbWklG-hRveddAIanZoksAPiyFFHELCcUp7C7-Xg8IKBlSWXKhrSLkBXMp4lspLmhE_qg8vU98ob-qdIjzvgw0_p71_1CzoHub1SQb16ZnrckMii1xq58OIr9kRvTgoQj66gYGw/s400/Storm+Baseball+213.JPG" border="0" /></a> Yep, we finally made it to Disney World!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hhPcKRHVHkbqeLIphw0C9vUImEbyVSgWt0qF1p82RTGHjW9cQ79aW-lHOum3Pd_daJaVzFPWgBKFcgCmrWWMUrgJxUVyuGivoxpEsH6dYDiUq_TtzS8-eHuclR1wOt33XYB-L0tpx-E/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+386.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654639676704578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-hhPcKRHVHkbqeLIphw0C9vUImEbyVSgWt0qF1p82RTGHjW9cQ79aW-lHOum3Pd_daJaVzFPWgBKFcgCmrWWMUrgJxUVyuGivoxpEsH6dYDiUq_TtzS8-eHuclR1wOt33XYB-L0tpx-E/s400/Storm+Baseball+386.JPG" border="0" /></a> My niece Holly<span style="font-family:verdana;">, Me, one of my BFFs Terri, and my SIL Cathy</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHF52JyS-PYzFOhmlTFtp2OyXl26OlMbpr1k_413n_2UJb3nw_Wc7xJcdK5lP_aT-bS9xWm3X9DfWREA__xBymqLpOg_tpz46ujTq1SugPx5e9BCme2p6QfWKxNOM3CUSFzUQU_7ODj2k/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+385.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654632585603362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHF52JyS-PYzFOhmlTFtp2OyXl26OlMbpr1k_413n_2UJb3nw_Wc7xJcdK5lP_aT-bS9xWm3X9DfWREA__xBymqLpOg_tpz46ujTq1SugPx5e9BCme2p6QfWKxNOM3CUSFzUQU_7ODj2k/s400/Storm+Baseball+385.JPG" border="0" /></a>My cousin Kim, My (pregnant) sister Sarah, Me and my cousin Debby<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSku8JGwcUxTeja1Xcup6dRh3SXET496lE3tMYVx_6_Jdz-gvwl2nrssPNL0vPpriHcV9emzLhjEXoED5kPCxFrBjxYpIQoOeDo0FiLjKp-xocPbDeT6LFfo4-1gpFnqPdaDVktLjDub0/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654614157214034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSku8JGwcUxTeja1Xcup6dRh3SXET496lE3tMYVx_6_Jdz-gvwl2nrssPNL0vPpriHcV9emzLhjEXoED5kPCxFrBjxYpIQoOeDo0FiLjKp-xocPbDeT6LFfo4-1gpFnqPdaDVktLjDub0/s400/Storm+Baseball+206.JPG" border="0" /></a> On the Disney shuttle, headed to the Magic Kingdom.<br />Our hearts were racing!<br />It was all we could do to sit still.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsK89M40bWXnVxuK0lp2blbGmjqWPIRyxDfGPkFsuEhoodUgQPtbcXONRsoY9-cdS4fGUp_rqCppSYpz2pC-8t5VdB5rHtbEnppJb4O7kpUCDcFXkdUd0Hp5UqaAKuWUc66IDwfhsn38/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+172.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374654590159464418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsK89M40bWXnVxuK0lp2blbGmjqWPIRyxDfGPkFsuEhoodUgQPtbcXONRsoY9-cdS4fGUp_rqCppSYpz2pC-8t5VdB5rHtbEnppJb4O7kpUCDcFXkdUd0Hp5UqaAKuWUc66IDwfhsn38/s400/Storm+Baseball+172.JPG" border="0" /></a> We believe!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lgICTzN2eqAQnF1AcK29U1wXChS9t2P3W9Oo7PiKmdpG_QlWmSQgUJSI4RqKx6zguu9qW_IERRtA_7SWxo7LSt9FnOagXt7DAg2kJxr8kfDOnVq2HKG0bZ2fQllx5ppZ58KcgKSmroY/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+214.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650849375251250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lgICTzN2eqAQnF1AcK29U1wXChS9t2P3W9Oo7PiKmdpG_QlWmSQgUJSI4RqKx6zguu9qW_IERRtA_7SWxo7LSt9FnOagXt7DAg2kJxr8kfDOnVq2HKG0bZ2fQllx5ppZ58KcgKSmroY/s400/Storm+Baseball+214.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Anything can happen at Disney!<br /></span><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTV9QnEfPYJPMxDNKCHeDaG6yqxv40ul0mosB5BNspXiUpRIbqc2YRYguQyQ3vo1kjJMSnjPHpUfkTqXEmki1QoyOBCw75ELJ3mPf7JRyfaEgeKNJMEZuA8Htlul5FUfqdyrzm26FyLs/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+173.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650835520457938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjTV9QnEfPYJPMxDNKCHeDaG6yqxv40ul0mosB5BNspXiUpRIbqc2YRYguQyQ3vo1kjJMSnjPHpUfkTqXEmki1QoyOBCw75ELJ3mPf7JRyfaEgeKNJMEZuA8Htlul5FUfqdyrzm26FyLs/s400/Storm+Baseball+173.JPG" border="0" /></a>I Surprised my sister by showing up unexpectedly at her ASU graduation party in 12/08. I hid in the back of my brother's SUV and this is the picture I snapped of Sarah when she saw me.<br /><br /><br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPudFngjL0ipnqPAsi-EDDtosNuF1v7BZBj8qzhQ3vvMJkfSvX5Eb6MfKAyNmq5FYIdNEwiwmXlfWYdB1eoS20L_rShiCyFTHCWzOiiW7by7dpiyHFuWvZ1vY7ZjA1JrA_jHFaspwRhQM/s1600-h/Storm+Baseball+106.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650820253054146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPudFngjL0ipnqPAsi-EDDtosNuF1v7BZBj8qzhQ3vvMJkfSvX5Eb6MfKAyNmq5FYIdNEwiwmXlfWYdB1eoS20L_rShiCyFTHCWzOiiW7by7dpiyHFuWvZ1vY7ZjA1JrA_jHFaspwRhQM/s400/Storm+Baseball+106.JPG" border="0" /></a> Adam loves to make sugar cookies with frosting...almost as much as he loves eating them!<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDDaSm_cTBL4AIIU1Yi8Q0gfwlA5lADPBI8OMwZxRCPqri1dqYqzN-9jWwSRRtCnj_VXTqDx0l6noMs9CQihnqRhO_7AR6vKJ4vkJnUB3S2tufl3KJPnMUt9_SZaFx49GUdh0k4u2PkQ/s1600-h/Jennifer's+birthday.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374650796769242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIDDaSm_cTBL4AIIU1Yi8Q0gfwlA5lADPBI8OMwZxRCPqri1dqYqzN-9jWwSRRtCnj_VXTqDx0l6noMs9CQihnqRhO_7AR6vKJ4vkJnUB3S2tufl3KJPnMUt9_SZaFx49GUdh0k4u2PkQ/s400/Jennifer's+birthday.jpg" border="0" /></a> Celebrated my good friend Jennifer's 40th birthday in May '09 with dinner and dancing.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div></div></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-51989569461009946402009-05-15T15:44:00.005-05:002009-05-15T16:14:42.524-05:00Turtle Rescue<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHM0x-aPVnncPwgCHjjJTzxQPpFtuAfWoTENDvJ7l3dNjwn2HjAM9CnLH86AjYRVLMcJzRdiFqhbBWdN8vTHUIcY7tqFOnJVy_ui-X5E2h1KFDs1O_fVaCUzlmxTQUHSWKf4CQoDSy0v0/s1600-h/DSCN1815%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336157166328474754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHM0x-aPVnncPwgCHjjJTzxQPpFtuAfWoTENDvJ7l3dNjwn2HjAM9CnLH86AjYRVLMcJzRdiFqhbBWdN8vTHUIcY7tqFOnJVy_ui-X5E2h1KFDs1O_fVaCUzlmxTQUHSWKf4CQoDSy0v0/s400/DSCN1815%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> I found this cute little guy trying to cross the road today. Naturally, I pulled over, got out and put the turtle in a plastic container that I just happen to carry around in the event that I need to rescue a turtle. I think he's a box turtle, but what do I know?<br /><br />My Arizona-dwelling sister, Sarah and brother-in-law, Bret have a pet desert tortoise. A few weeks ago, while my sister was on vacation, her turtle somehow flipped itself over onto its back and had a close brush with death as a result. Apparently there is actually a difference between turtles and tortoises.<br /><br />For instance, a desert tortoise can't do this....<br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyDih8trtJRyjP8w9EZ3cIGi5f4s35pnRalqozZD9dZhO-3c2sCyqBiIkU5B3qhT4avf37TTM-wSg7-JfwRaA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Is that cool or what?!!</p><p align="left">No turtles (or tortoises) were harmed in the making of this video. The above-mentioned turtle has been safely released into the woods behind our house. </p><p align="left">And yes, Casey, one of my birthday wishes did come true. I found the Christopher Lowell desk, matching shelf and small filing cabinet on craigslist!!! When my office is cleaned up, I'll take a photo and share my exciting find. I'm still waiting for the Lexus, however.</p>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-86179796513567352182009-03-22T17:32:00.003-05:002009-03-22T17:53:04.767-05:00Mother's Day/Birthday Wish List...continued<div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The Christopher Lowell Shore Home Collection would be the perfect complement to my coastal inspired office. Willie, just in case you're reading, you can find it </span><a href="http://www.officedepot.com/a/browse/christopher-lowell-furniture/Nr=200000&N=256064/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">here</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">. </span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Tgy7Jpaeq5Bco2sBBHVIIaP8_AYs1d3caZO8bQZGuA7vCIkwBml1-AT8ScF4WJb1_E4vy8yJp6K4niPc5jn7uKm63uFllGXoh7mustxzSVhYsqpP1f6fF3V9rjV-yCfFIRTleHAN02s/s1600-h/office+furniture.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316143694431574962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Tgy7Jpaeq5Bco2sBBHVIIaP8_AYs1d3caZO8bQZGuA7vCIkwBml1-AT8ScF4WJb1_E4vy8yJp6K4niPc5jn7uKm63uFllGXoh7mustxzSVhYsqpP1f6fF3V9rjV-yCfFIRTleHAN02s/s400/office+furniture.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><p>One more thing, as long as I'm calling this a <em>wish</em> list...</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316148869381074626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1-_cpuqSPHcxYaeLPFi6wv1uC47SjmY1F9cC8zrr8HEJwazWuET0NqJNnxLhSfRnc8kE08ywN3EkS3brQuZNw_gEu5SwaSklpXwEKncehXTxRlI5rwevF1tAIMHY9Z6zQbP0btacxdL4/s400/lexus.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p></p>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-67094568679423471962009-03-21T22:08:00.003-05:002009-03-21T22:34:08.038-05:00Laughed so hard I snorted<embed width="425" height="355" src="http://www.redbalcony.com/media/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="config=http://www.redbalcony.com/media/config.php?vid=23764" bgColor="#FFFFFF" quality="high" allowScriptAccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-60734365810749641572009-03-20T14:11:00.002-05:002009-03-20T14:14:07.616-05:00Mother's Day/Birthday Wish ListMay 6 and May 10 are <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">getting close enough for me to start my wish list...</span><br /><div></div><br /><div>Let's start with one of these:</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315349963970700834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_fuF6wh9jyfzTgl89mIHp9PkzKQgJA4SIEVdrMnCFa819OvP6WiICMxXVoKJIiJ06xGVeEqWAWPZKP9dFELKV4ydhyphenhyphenjm4sfZaW4V-9OgHIFn4Jm2XU2yuE9dtF-RykwaFC9fL8Shk0_M/s400/tote.jpg" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">from </span><a href="http://www2.victoriassecret.com/commerce/onlineProductDisplay.vs?namespace=productDisplay&origin=onlineProductDisplay.jsp&event=display&prnbr=CL-238154&cgname=OSKEYSHUZZZ&rfnbr=5889"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">here.</span></a></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, my husband would have to actually read my blog for this to work...</span></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-35992021911244694382009-01-27T11:17:00.013-06:002009-03-22T16:31:45.274-05:00How to celebrate a new year Ramirez style<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I've waited so long to complete this post that I don't want to procrastinate a minute longer even though it lacks captions and stories. 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHG2TVX-Aehngde5ZV4c4Qn8W3ylOoedUF4grX9snTDdrC5winhY56lx9S8Y4U2VUM6pq7RNIOEA-KewsMGqFinlAsgAdnppH0_NizFaSaPTK_jgO5l0gL8tFwylijPqRzdnpehB-kAzY/s400/DSCN1422.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296025992988493650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHUkO8oq5d0g3D3JNooq5xg5SG7fdUb5zTYTBEhHMkXQ-gsxodelbKb-f6QcPl3Lp-V1QgfeL3B23mzawekVEQZDKRLBEJy7vOGemgWKqjZTt5V147dK2i8ht_U6kEUCETiSawR4rLxtc/s400/DSCN1417.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxTnup5gdcWxZRZBV0oaE7vpl2Gh0W7BEaRzSxN8esxLmj-w9oVKc2ZWpav4RBTPxmYxEPMZwwLOsi8tHjYUw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzrELgekgtUebWHa0Fm8Y6JXQZSmDIxy56NAG5bc-6nHntMic3Jh0ORkb-f1LCWp989awX3-iRixjvXc5Vgig' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-44778495962685274152009-01-24T15:04:00.011-06:002009-01-24T16:25:35.139-06:00Things I love about Kansas City (the seasons)<div align="left">Kansas City really is the perfect place to live if you want to experience a change in seasons without being miserably hot in the summer or buried in snow all winter. It's hard for me to say whether I enjoy spring or fall more. Watching the leaves change colors, a slight nip in the air and roasting marshmallows over backyard firepits are something I look forward to each October. This past fall, I took a series of pictures of the same tree in our backyard over a period of two and a half weeks so I could share what we experience here with our friends and family who live in the Southwest.<br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294972491596712450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Kujd6KZOjYUKrchRpCW-IPAMSyK1hJGP8bwGi5tbH5ouBLlAWW4I1-C0lkeDaAj7qrkJqfi4oEQkQ5G1SX_1eVyyj4AON_Qu8SOpGk6vPWJiLLDpow1Fs05lu3UE7Wloz1Kb_QQWR1Q/s400/DSCN0979.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> October 4, 2008<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294972509452422226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguirOXdeDTZUcUQCZUtm1P2XGsThQn8WKrPKFetGhdwq7NbxYoLmhywn_dI4SnbpqEMXN2Cd_IttlVCYvfKGSkY71SjSKylGc99Jv1w3eUXrpmAHk_oUJX2pVkuxme43E0BJ9Rc7CxSVY/s400/DSCN0992.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> October 6, 2008<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294975618192362210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd5a728-wiRmNGR5SoOBk_DQ3QjSRtkmsoP6dOaetCo8nlFsKrtB3F2AQ0y0qDua6PkhwrjMtliMJeRZRTU2ry5HX4VtmvOQssflgltQXbYi-VDk_XK5A8TPKIeWAkBE-2leDW2-QT7MM/s400/DSCN1046.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">October 7, 2008<br /></p><p align="center"><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294975622660734546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjF0MklX10D3s6AjCA3ggwpSh8gmQ0SIW6d2zgLVZyacwNxCZdVjNRr5Bh_QnqLBiarmlYdipc75Eg5IWpImwLtJthHeWlJWTpyhDgMYD8whZ8LOaSpeWLFi06QmEhsK7N3DfbMqMTsT4/s400/DSCN1062.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">October 10, 2008<br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294975635834669202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvY-9scrhTvgyuffzla6DC6q6pJzxoHL_DDCO4Jpsf4UKACOLuq5vbg4Z15zsTdthFTUdJyZPHFD0bNuC_mHQbPdEffFNhPIdfxbcWMDRtJPwGt7BdLtsyF61F3tA0xZXmvlUlfaPa1jo/s400/DSCN1063.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center">October 11, 2008</div><p> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294975646772591810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiftVHF8hgymkgFUA7dNJkhv6XuvQx-qkPYyGEggDH-SEwg_S0DL10sNhoy5S8JGHuji7RoXhQCWnokzmOBDlmwiX1K_gi_CvZOkSPeAMjxxsvWB_JB5ThBOVmE8hzcDUgXelbxbs77tiw/s400/DSCN1123.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">October 12, 2008<br /></p><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294977486520231986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6SWBiHfk1ACQB5QcD0yA30R7yuEqVPmJEZkKqaBkV-kQpx1NttcTSzA_GkO4yGD76eRiCZ7tEqIHpcF9-P9ckccGNv3-z3nkqnNeeDp10QYcmeRE7YglPlUG6CwRCsrZFVLo2jvd47mo/s400/DSCN1125.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"> October 14, 2008 </p><p align="center"> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294978388553823570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgmXYWrIX2oWaow9CQ6Cw5jZ_yc4uFmPxqqoOtc6nuOZEHYb31t417z4KoMdL-aTSH_HuenkCd37v9KM1MT9bdxNjefZL1gbJfY9LXvZBbHSB8is0rPmXYtF0IUvQHSz4YjiD_IfbvmaM/s400/DSCN1126.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">October 18, 2008 </p><p align="center"> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294979496365577778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgq6ptPsa71_YpZtcAGB7v9DzBX3JXyvnfUBYZLe4krAmNIqh3oJEXuRms2CjdgLOf-mwKDU1xSzBNTy-r6CqwbmvJRModLdfcKatz7sAA53V_lYRSGiIzWn8EmeTg-h5r9v9q9kB1lW5U/s400/DSCN1133.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">October 19, 2008 </p><p align="center"> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294980299888771794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO6VT_Qpw6fhsAtAp43bNMgayIgzon3pel0_H-edAa0yszVvH_TsEWP8hQRYZJby4xL1cyFyYrSvC98HjOmskaZxivduVL6maJInt4I3bYl0lQtWXcJ-uuOtblXuqcJ_H4GaICukqj80Q/s400/DSCN1134.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">October 20, 2008<br /><br /></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294972488860026018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP4IatAZoN4CP5APBrRmTJxkoE7GPl9H6cXd2vLCGh12kLg-abnvWumbmj4GV_Pc856QzSJLadQRDLwMl6aQWIrI3cUhWWN2564pR9L8MuYBBrjq0E692Kyzw9HtiMi09sK3AG_iXfg-c/s400/DSCN1138.JPG" border="0" /> October 21, 2008<br /><span><br /></span><br /><span>Admittedly, when the trees are bare and brown, the grass is dormant and all the flowers are dead, it's not very pretty here...until the first snowfall.</span></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294982105646678114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Wh252_asTKK8R2ltSH6EuvAHRg24unVwq8qPr-fbwUIPVIqqVPQ7_DiX-pdoF2PuoZEdV3uJHAgS-3gGWa-sk3bjbmj9AcQxNsrupg_yneDvkrVe1bkNHJwp1KDN8IqxM2aFN_o3-X0/s400/671.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294982104563340690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_t-e-iNLPTerczyiWKRcHkEGtSiQULugKBIwmXpdswPOEhYochc_vWDAl8CdIOL8WeOG6Ohr1E9pxnoEZoF15mBhE_NDhscLFss2HkBcy5k_RSfGpgIVPHcEPVr30IQ3konLXeiG_frw/s400/670.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294982097013803602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUMqsPfHfK3xwbJV2Me-mvDe4j5xQQPRAwsMCx-b2hyWdERndC4iwRDaWQWh0Hg7qop5GTrtAcy9PQo-ES-b8mW3lHtvQSbGVL9FjRTY-4b-NDU1PI9GOzjZhGgEL6Iw_Qw76IR6aWjKw/s400/257.JPG" border="0" />kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-7857999328905477912008-11-02T11:56:00.011-06:002008-11-02T14:47:55.332-06:00100% Weird<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5wmSgm_raJ3PPQkmSn8sfaE9PJE8T01HoSvb0OGg-JjuTelC-i0ZKT7Sjb62tljuXi5KOGn9HheqRR55aBC-pqMLp5DoeQlisyhj6bdq5NyqAf4u_KJ3Kq61CB4uYXq9Db1mRkJe_RM/s1600-h/links_award.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264120888770247314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ5wmSgm_raJ3PPQkmSn8sfaE9PJE8T01HoSvb0OGg-JjuTelC-i0ZKT7Sjb62tljuXi5KOGn9HheqRR55aBC-pqMLp5DoeQlisyhj6bdq5NyqAf4u_KJ3Kq61CB4uYXq9Db1mRkJe_RM/s400/links_award.gif" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">****REVISED to add #8****</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I've been tagged by </span><a href="http://its-all-about-them.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jennifer</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">. I'm supposed to tell you 7 weird things about myself. That shouldn't be too hard!</span><br /><br /><ol><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I LOVE spinach with red wine vinegar. I crave it and will even eat it as a late night snack.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Ever since I took typing in Junior High, I mentally "type" in my head. It's an annoying nervous habit of mine. It's probably a symptom of OCD, but I try not to think about it too much. It's probably also the reason I can type obscenely fast.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I bite my nails down to the nub. I can quit for short periods of time, but I always start back up again.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I love to squeeze people's arms, specifically the bicep area and preferably people I love like Willie and the boys. I've done this since I was a little girl.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I hate beer. That may not seem very weird to some of you, but I have been in plenty of social situations where it sure felt weird.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I'm a total dork who loves dressing up for Halloween, doing silly jumps off the diving board, making up dumb songs to sing to my kids, etc. Does that make me a fun Mom or an immature weirdo? Wait, don't answer that.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I really like to address envelopes. I tried to come up with something better than that, but I'm tired from last night's Halloween festivities and the brain is not up to full speed.</span></li><li><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I just decided to update this list by copying Jennifer. My closet is organized by category (i.e. short sleeve, long sleeve, sleeveless, t-shirts) AND everything is in color order, something I picked up back in my days of working retail at Ross Dress For Less. And, yes, I hang my t-shirts. I also hang my shorts and all my pants, even jeans. I once organized my friend Terri's closet. How's it looking Terri?</span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I almost forgot that I'm supposed to tag 7 other bloggers. But you know what? I get stressed out sometimes when people tag me so I'm not going to inflict that potential stress on anybody else. In fact, I am still stressing about Wende's tag to tell my love story. The scanner is now hooked up, but I'm having trouble with the software for it so until I figure that out, no love story. It just wouldn't be complete without some pre-digital pix that I have to scan.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I'm also trying to locate the cord for my camera so I can get lots of photos from Halloween and our trip to Phoenix downloaded, but so far, it's still MIA.</span></p><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-82288533976948877492008-10-29T17:14:00.006-05:002008-10-29T17:35:03.117-05:00Past Halloweens<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb0RBq1ZuiB6QdHZjrP48LlzhGhaoFOaJikmg1SyFg8G-DG9oeFwOhpdDtSLEyADjofkDfx6G_wNkTJ1rZNz6Zavk0gqWlmV10fIYtxjM365dy2B49IMcCXlLwtAqxSVEII9XeAEvT-k/s1600-h/IMG_0218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704826329218466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb0RBq1ZuiB6QdHZjrP48LlzhGhaoFOaJikmg1SyFg8G-DG9oeFwOhpdDtSLEyADjofkDfx6G_wNkTJ1rZNz6Zavk0gqWlmV10fIYtxjM365dy2B49IMcCXlLwtAqxSVEII9XeAEvT-k/s400/IMG_0218.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> 2007 - Back View</span></div><div align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75gtAni3pzYh9iTe4KmNMNaFN9Xv-QSlfcxkma3ecbXo6NFX5PmlN7Kr1nwog74aTdUm1uHH_p2v30udsvy3wv5n1bi-JTEPn6RGEC4cq8LNRGEx6_wZQEBZSNnD-jJfBZkoIwHjizYY/s1600-h/IMG_0217.JPG"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704817474517746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi75gtAni3pzYh9iTe4KmNMNaFN9Xv-QSlfcxkma3ecbXo6NFX5PmlN7Kr1nwog74aTdUm1uHH_p2v30udsvy3wv5n1bi-JTEPn6RGEC4cq8LNRGEx6_wZQEBZSNnD-jJfBZkoIwHjizYY/s400/IMG_0217.JPG" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> 2008 - Front View</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4-zpON_JfrZ0DhVJMtbtWO7F9lMzZTEllqEGP6ATODHZ1_IAzQURdVMJrLtflyXv97LsvsrO8zLTWQUQlQjTGzTKM-vtQS1VHZDj1WZdNbSMC_3vSOZuz2RbdAU2ZccW8yWSXJETH3U/s1600-h/IMG_0213.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704808918412850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir4-zpON_JfrZ0DhVJMtbtWO7F9lMzZTEllqEGP6ATODHZ1_IAzQURdVMJrLtflyXv97LsvsrO8zLTWQUQlQjTGzTKM-vtQS1VHZDj1WZdNbSMC_3vSOZuz2RbdAU2ZccW8yWSXJETH3U/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is me and my Mom in 2007, but it's actually my costume from 2006. When I get the scanner working, I want to post it again because Willie was a tourist Grandpa and we rocked! We even won the neighborhood award, which is a hugely coveted and very competitive contest. By the way, "me and my Mom" is proper grammar, even though it doesn't sound like it. If you are a regular reader, you know I am a freak about good grammar.</span><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ElY_Wi0IOqxe_q9oraMxEveJBFmU_2dmOaJnKXkzHHH50v0kwXJb5WFo1P8fzowtxMB7EaRgGJBrQYsKxc1C0jOvlh99lv5HLFmkm-q_mrV7PF0VGB03YNbKTAXW0bQOWDWOj5rVH_A/s1600-h/220.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262704016222685330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ElY_Wi0IOqxe_q9oraMxEveJBFmU_2dmOaJnKXkzHHH50v0kwXJb5WFo1P8fzowtxMB7EaRgGJBrQYsKxc1C0jOvlh99lv5HLFmkm-q_mrV7PF0VGB03YNbKTAXW0bQOWDWOj5rVH_A/s400/220.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> Garth & Wayne 2006<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I almost didn't post this one because of my double chin, but what the heck...I have no shame!</span></div></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-24296376622503037382008-10-29T16:47:00.003-05:002008-10-29T16:58:01.437-05:00She's back...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUL2ozRXSKno6kMkHaRleRahqxeZ_4dsvv1_Wm-9xElHzKbNeVutyQIXLglQzKtUD63dlkynff_sQW5aWwzc4wNjdD-4aJdzX83jrrvHMvLj9DiFzkuv-UtJcf9Mh9qbydQ7T0dzB7J0/s1600-h/bimbo+cartoon.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262696007698101506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUL2ozRXSKno6kMkHaRleRahqxeZ_4dsvv1_Wm-9xElHzKbNeVutyQIXLglQzKtUD63dlkynff_sQW5aWwzc4wNjdD-4aJdzX83jrrvHMvLj9DiFzkuv-UtJcf9Mh9qbydQ7T0dzB7J0/s400/bimbo+cartoon.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I promised my sister I would blog about our night out on the town during my visit to Phoenix so check back tomorrow evening and I'll try to have the pix downloaded and everything ready. Meanwhile, I thought this cartoon was pretty funny, especially in light of the fact that last year, I dressed up as a large bag of trash (Willie was the garbage man), the year prior, I was Garth (Willie was Wayne - Wayne's World, get it?) and the year before that, I was a tourist Grandma....not very bimbo-ish, huh? If I can ever get my scanner working, I need to post those pix. Oh wait, I think I have a digital copy of the garbage costume. I'll check on that later this evening.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-32862275236148028812008-10-13T15:36:00.004-05:002008-10-13T15:52:50.796-05:00Priorities<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieO6S4t1kDMGaxjEHbKNCZjJ5FiPPU_WgcjtFKq_O2c5Jp9Xsi73NbeDvXLMcF_44tOzZnz5qtmLyff4JHuVj106fpAASdjiRfnmqAsZ52aebusxbotORn3MYlChOk06K6YtrfNBi5XKA/s1600-h/closed.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256740827413492994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieO6S4t1kDMGaxjEHbKNCZjJ5FiPPU_WgcjtFKq_O2c5Jp9Xsi73NbeDvXLMcF_44tOzZnz5qtmLyff4JHuVj106fpAASdjiRfnmqAsZ52aebusxbotORn3MYlChOk06K6YtrfNBi5XKA/s400/closed.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> I like blogging. I really like blogging. In fact, I like blogging so much that I occasionally, well actually I <em>often</em> read blogs and write my own blog when I should be doing other stuff, important stuff like taking care of my family. So, I am imposing a temporary moratorium on all blogging activity. I don't know how long I'll be gone, as long as it takes to get my priorities back in order, I guess.<br /><br />I really stink at managing my time. Anybody want to share their tips for success?<br /><br />On a lighter note, if you look closely, you'll notice that in the picture above, the closed sign is posted on a Taco Bell menu. How appropriate is that for me?!!</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><br /><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-49214351888420620132008-10-05T20:23:00.008-05:002008-10-06T09:03:25.408-05:00Exploding Twinkie<span style="font-family:verdana;">Ever wonder what would happen if you stuck a firecracker in a Twinkie? Adam and I came up with this idea a couple weeks ago, but have been unable to enlist Willie in our twisted plot. So, last night while he was gone, we recruited a young neighbor to help us with this explosive experiment (with his parents' permission, of course). </span><br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254028760448512850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1ACxzUdChwFSCCOML0ErLxvmZh30J4ZCAkdUPyyHxD7H2YVo7289cW4RxwBQPkJKfjrZ4cCNbqPUfchk9V6qkAxRj5CbynWmE5087iIhsyP8rRpwawjT2ttCbA_6msmlC4foU07WSQ5M/s400/DSCN0984%5B1%5D" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Pre-explosion</span></p><p align="center"><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dys2yNh9cWTwa9W0E4_Wj06el2b7DsWe6fVIRH24vb2fcSSSmf5yzcLbo2I4Yeuv6OfoNwulJ2kpwbvEWDpUg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254028765155109682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_SdKZe5kgd4Xst0TLp8V-lvO1Nm6-FFko_b4gjxG4tTqujzymG5ObYi8H9dIV-wHbEfmXF7Ra6qX_bL1rmMxmlgQf9QY77vPgrv31AOmBLJpu78yRtjrpbjsvjg_WRIYj36pq_8g2yRs/s400/DSCN0986%5B1%5D" border="0" /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Post-explosion</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwub677pj77nSE6hcFH5ct_XPeg_tLFFbQ2HCTBPAWMes-XzC4xjP4egXdaW6wHVlMDypT8bxXpg82RHmsl' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One more time....let's finish this thing!</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254028773844648946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDeZQx6PsQiW-67evibiLUxOW3stpoqwkOI7mlfmYuWg3u9f4x_36DaWViU_lXuH8SEPVwGYAXNMhrDaoSQ61D6H6GO12xLVuIHX12wz_fkCx_WC6DN7wgpA8L7b-BUDVxXvJcEHrZQs8/s400/DSCN0988%5B1%5D" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">It wasn't pretty, but it was fun!</span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><br /><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">While I was working on this post, Olivia Newton-John appeared on the Early Show and it got me reminiscing about one of my all-time favorite singers, thus the Olivia Newton-John tunes you are being treated to if the volume on your computer isn't turned down.</span></p>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-28662779839488439572008-10-03T13:44:00.020-05:002008-10-03T17:34:02.240-05:00International Walk to School Day (Are you kidding me?)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nGQhnxDW8oKE3tI5HqJyrkYijSDCK95YqiwUxdOlpR66jmP775CbiD8elvLnrM9wNQ9WH_R2AXmJEmgNhMh7FuA1FyqiAq4_MenTREb_ysNPGHeITraJ6GLfhFjCT-YBH-SIfqKB0rQ/s1600-h/walk+to+school+day.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253000579587554370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7nGQhnxDW8oKE3tI5HqJyrkYijSDCK95YqiwUxdOlpR66jmP775CbiD8elvLnrM9wNQ9WH_R2AXmJEmgNhMh7FuA1FyqiAq4_MenTREb_ysNPGHeITraJ6GLfhFjCT-YBH-SIfqKB0rQ/s400/walk+to+school+day.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This morning on the way to school (driving by the way, because we live almost 2 miles away)...<br /><br />Me: "Boys, next Wednesday is Walk to School Day, but I have to work so we won't be able to participate."<br /><br />Boys: "OK."<br /><br />A few seconds pass...<br /><br />Jacob: "Can't you walk to school whenever you want?"<br /><br />Me: "Yes."<br /><br />Jacob: "Then why do they have a special day for it?"<br /><br />Me: "To make the Mommies who can't do it feel guilty."</span><span style="font-size:0;"> <span style="font-size:0;"><br /><span style="font-size:0;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-size:0;"><div><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;">GUILT and parenting go hand in hand. I like guilt. It's something I'm good at.</span> <div><span style="font-size:0;"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></span></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-59785496729439253612008-10-01T22:40:00.007-05:002008-10-01T23:07:13.213-05:00We've Got a Winner...or Two...or Three!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hoFisiu0WgnEl3LV4UZp9nut2KyFU9KblEv_zuN2chrbdoDhWT9ephSV1wvpqz8_TAaIkwqHWQKZ6o_avHzlpsKzjNBYsE3sBSOI3qHj06byUk2zBxtANb5eLpQdgrskphl4pzX1wA0/s1600-h/congratulations_myspace_graphics_03.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252401818578552962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9hoFisiu0WgnEl3LV4UZp9nut2KyFU9KblEv_zuN2chrbdoDhWT9ephSV1wvpqz8_TAaIkwqHWQKZ6o_avHzlpsKzjNBYsE3sBSOI3qHj06byUk2zBxtANb5eLpQdgrskphl4pzX1wA0/s400/congratulations_myspace_graphics_03.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Two really cool things just happened. First, tonight I decided that I was going to choose 3 WINNERS and give away all three books. But in order to do so, if the random number generator chose three winners who picked the same book, I would have to take the first one it picked and try again until it picked a person who wanted a different book and so on and so forth. Did that make any sense at all or was it as clear as mud? Doesn't really matter, the point is that there are 3 WINNERS!!! </span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are the first three numbers chosen by the <a href="http://www.random.org/integers/">RANDOM NUMBER GENERATOR</a>:</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are your random numbers: 5 </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Timestamp: 2008-10-02 03:39:55 UTC</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are your random numbers:2</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Timestamp: 2008-10-02 03:43:16 UTC</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Here are your random numbers:1</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Timestamp: 2008-10-02 03:43:38 UTC</span> </div><div><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The 5th comment was left by </span><a href="http://seriouslyshellie.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Shellie</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> who wanted, "Before You Know Kindness".</span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The 2nd comment was left by </span><a href="http://www.yarnhogaz.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Jen S.</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> who wanted, "The Kite Runner". She also won my last contest, the lucky dog! I swear the contests aren't rigged. If they were, my sister would be a winner. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And last but not least, the 1st comment, yes it REALLY picked #1, much to my surprise and hers, was left by </span><a href="http://www.mookarama.com/megan/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Megan</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;"> who wanted, "Letters From a Skeptic". </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I thought it might get complicated trying to give away three books when several people wanted the same ones, but the stars were aligned in my favor tonight. Good thing too because I'm TIRED! Megan and Shellie, I'll need your addresses. Email me at kcaimee (at) gmail (dot) com. Jen, I'm good with yours and by the way, mark your calendar for Saturday, 10/25, because I'll be in town and we're going to get crazy that night!</span> </div><div><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Hey look, I just finished a whole post and never once mentioned deceased pets...oh wait, I just did. Oops! Maybe next time.</span></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-19988187414208353272008-09-28T21:02:00.009-05:002008-09-29T17:13:53.015-05:00Pet Cemetery<p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pJvRKlARawUFC8gKrini5o3Im_6jZ6Giea0pfaorFYWUxm99yhz6IG2XJBJtJG8KloxPU9twP-suKQ_zF54-Ko01xNr_fUJP2yu21zFi8lAUfOe3tPRURoYQl906hCsGiesExw_kKHU/s1600-h/DSCN0975%5B1%5D"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251258921077543970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3pJvRKlARawUFC8gKrini5o3Im_6jZ6Giea0pfaorFYWUxm99yhz6IG2XJBJtJG8KloxPU9twP-suKQ_zF54-Ko01xNr_fUJP2yu21zFi8lAUfOe3tPRURoYQl906hCsGiesExw_kKHU/s400/DSCN0975%5B1%5D" border="0" /></span></a></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><p><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6YoCss6UhjfJgdep5vv9wtfS5uLGEh8LwYfZW71UQL668kSTQN7LJiy3H3uEhBya5j5jCTx78I6ExkNf1HE-_BMJVlmoMDwkSABZO92ZsF1dR70FBHGh2Fpq8L-UmwkwgHT-VsvTfEfg/s1600-h/DSCN0977%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251258930505154098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6YoCss6UhjfJgdep5vv9wtfS5uLGEh8LwYfZW71UQL668kSTQN7LJiy3H3uEhBya5j5jCTx78I6ExkNf1HE-_BMJVlmoMDwkSABZO92ZsF1dR70FBHGh2Fpq8L-UmwkwgHT-VsvTfEfg/s400/DSCN0977%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGVKp_2V0J2ru3C1AglkmmLpNza-TzRYZ_2UbxaYLlrMih3ZKhSIEbH04JisI-317W8A_ztu9WgMFhK-CYiKBiw8vrBwpC8-kGPH_RiL0iH1bzSnAjZdzWKy36IljAYu9Cxu39lGGl1U/s1600-h/DSCN0978%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251258928070857954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGVKp_2V0J2ru3C1AglkmmLpNza-TzRYZ_2UbxaYLlrMih3ZKhSIEbH04JisI-317W8A_ztu9WgMFhK-CYiKBiw8vrBwpC8-kGPH_RiL0iH1bzSnAjZdzWKy36IljAYu9Cxu39lGGl1U/s400/DSCN0978%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">This is where Peanut and Brandy are buried. It's a woodsy area behind our backyard that I sometimes refer to as the Pet Cemetery because of all the neighborhood pets buried there. It's not as creepy as it sounds, especially if you've read the book, </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pet_Sematary"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Pet Sematary" by Stephen King</span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">. Now, that book is creepy and makes a great read for the month of October. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Peanut doesn't have a proper headstone because we haven't made one yet. He's probably up in doggie heaven looking down and thinking, well sure you haven't made a headstone...you've been too overcome with grief. I could tell when I saw you the next day at Worlds of Fun...</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ok, this is going to be my last post about deceased pets for a long time, I promise.</span><br /></p><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-34842617981167126922008-09-28T10:36:00.027-05:002008-09-29T15:21:15.095-05:00KFC, Fast Stop and Some Other Stuff<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">One of the reasons I chose Friday for our family to say good-bye to Peanut was because we had plans to go to </span><a href="http://www.worldsoffun.com/"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Worlds of Fun </span></a><span style="font-family:verdana;">on Saturday. Sadness can only linger for so long at an amusement park. So, on Friday, we shed lots of tears, read a great book called Dog Heaven, and buried our old friend next to our other dear old friend, Brandy.</span><br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251103784185853906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGbhUwvlq6CX90CI2Zkye3bnJXEFJLJyhrj4plV8cPX1OPi7BLdQFXo7K3LRnkKXcdLE3G46qWsicDeDpgvbbwlDvQjV-EMS8ZdFmNr1t0_6wJ-AKadtI6bQukyFZepBkafAd6l7EmU0g/s400/dog+heaven.jpg" border="0" /> </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">I should probably clarify at this point that Brandy was our beloved dog and Peanut's partner in crime for many years, not Brandi, my BFF from Wichita. When Brandy and I used to work together at Koch Industries in Wichita, I would come in and tell stories about "Brandy" and people who didn't know I had a dog with that name would get a funny look on their face, which would remind me that I needed to clarify I was talking about a canine and not my co-worker!</span><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251113482185758594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWEar78vHfPzJpEWXKGKqWB5zuifLTE3BnsaDqNa6-Mbfs23xCmvqYC7f5HAqXkJ8ODGDKUgXWfMIXbRcGf27HWCPNGp7gSwr05qrndjSYIs6HmozZEr41YusbqYOQPiFV5-zabz_V360/s400/brandi" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:Verdana;">Brandi (the friend) with Kadyn & Kamden</span> </p><p align="center"><br /><br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251267928650945650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgimXBYuZxypkjQl1Dzi-YG0dgYbcVj9DFBXTIjXMC7JHFxNb3Q3WcAkqgyUDSiJmAq9WYy-dJEaujMhyphenhyphenCYQh8NwKXW0dUVY16JxYYlpKFDhpPZF16GwuPIebRajVfor2HUC4h5yAEjZhE/s400/DSCN0974%5B1%5D" border="0" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Brandy (the dog) with Jacob. She looked a lot like Peanut.</span></p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, back to my story. On Saturday, we woke up, put our sadness behind us and prepared for a great day at Worlds of Fun. My Mom's company provides discounted tickets for their employees once a year. It just so happens that they do it during the "Halloween Haunt", which is very cool and if you live in or near Kansas City, I highly recommend that you immediately make plans to take your family. I'll be posting highlights of it later. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">We decided to make a quick fast food run on the way to save some money and time. We graciously allowed Adam to decide for all of us that we would go to KFC (Kentucky Fried Chicken). Not my favorite place, but whatever, let's just eat and get there already. </span></p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I should tell you that my last few experiences at KFC have been anything but fulfilling. Two years ago, on the 4th of July, I waited for almost an hour to get a couple buckets of chicken and the last time I went, they were out of original recipe drumsticks AND macaroni & cheese, which are pretty much the only reasons for going there in the first place. This trip to KFC proved to be no exception to the general "KFC sucks" rule. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">We placed our order with a clerk who told us they didn't have Dr. Pepper, despite the fact that the menu listed Dr. Pepper (note, he didn't say they were out of it, he said they didn't have it), next the clerk told us to slow down because we were ordering too fast (we weren't), next came a verrrrry long wait for our food and lastly, we had to ask for napkins and one of our drinks because they forgot to give them to us. Whatever...</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">let's just get there already</span>. </p><p></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">While my family waited in the drive-thru line, I decided to jump out and run next door to the Fast Stop convenience market (not the one pictured below). I need to tell you that my boys are currently obsessed with convenience markets and all the cool stuff they have to offer so it was no surprise that Jacob wanted to go with me. Since he was sitting in the middle and Grandma would have to get out, not to mention that we were sitting in a drive-thru line, I told him no. This disappointed Jacob because as he said, he "just wanted to see it".</span> <span style="font-family:verdana;">He is so easily entertained. I love that about him.<br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251103787346170066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ9iFdRf8sxnVakbL7wc4ud-3VfqyefDEzt4Ical20zVfsjZ8uP-vAHjT_xWnUgnJ3f_vm1u3jqxVgn_PAth8-FpLXPG0HnrX7g0T6b_0H2j9iYL58g0m-cEg821S4yhU_7LlDyKQD2Eg/s400/FASTSTOP-01.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">I returned to the truck to find my family STILL WAITING in the drive-thru line. I proceeded to joke with Jacob by telling him that it had been the coolest convenience market I had ever seen. He was bummed until I told him I was kidding. I then told my family about the man who entered Fast Stop while I was there and asked, "What's that smell?". The clerk asked what it smelled like, to which he replied, "a bad perm". Hmmm, I didn't know bad perms had a distinctive smell, but apparently they do. </span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, after I relayed the bad perm story, sucked down half my Dr. Pepper (purchased at Fast Stop) and we finally got our food, we hit the road again, munching on our hard-earned KFC. A few minutes later, we pass this billboard on the side of the road.</span> </p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251097787156773762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyc5c-yM6PCQ0uY52Am2dBq_o_WS_x1hMY6BNnMA6rw9VYaFRjlWyT417_13joar7GqGknqqkFCdj76TvNAUOeS-KjhAXjZWvBKfQyOH6KSyDY2mNMkDDk62-PW12k83I30E6MlNb4DTk/s400/pam-anderson-peta.gif" border="0" /></span></p><p><span style="font-family:verdana;">Oh yeah, we were definitely cracking up now.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> How do you explain THAT while your kids are chowing away on their chicken? And, trust me, they wanted to know what were we laughing at. I mean, if Pam says it, there must be some truth, right? Live scalding, painful debeaking and crippled chickens aside, I'm pretty sure we are done with KFC. My boys will just have to suffer with Mac & Cheese made from a box and fried chicken from the grocery store deli counter.</span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></p>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-21319968223422970452008-09-26T20:15:00.021-05:002008-09-30T10:21:22.414-05:00Let's celebrate with a GIVEAWAY!!!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250503727171663042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexnA5dj7MrXs10SWMb9L_x1-Nfp-tRB1R7IbhI3LUkdOpQMCoyH6XT16VyF8t8km5ZNoFp8RkAmkBg-OAv-XaiGgX_Q-hELRidzKHGXdnUxwdADxV5m6ugoDV0fHSs_8BJyD1vAjrz5c/s400/100th%2520blog.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>**** EDITED on 9/30 ****</strong> If you are leaving an anonymous comment because you don't have a blogger account, be sure to include an email address so I can locate you if you're a winner.</span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Faithful blog readers, thank you for hanging with me, despite the fact that I occasionally go MIA when life gets too crazy. For those of you who are just "popping in", you may be in luck. I'm going to try out this <a href="http://www.random.org/integers/">"random number generator"</a> thing for a 100th blog entry GIVEAWAY contest. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Remember my garage sale from a few weeks ago? At first, I jokingly said that I would be giving away some of the leftovers, but then I realized I might be onto something. I packed up almost all of the leftovers for Goodwill, but saved a few for this contest. Because I love to read and constantly have my nose stuck in a book, the winner of this giveaway will get to choose one book from the following three:</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1564762440/bookstorenow600-20">Letters from a Skeptic: A Son Wrestles with His Father's Questions about Christianity</a></span><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1564762440/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250520191453162018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIf4YcWoPO28LBJTIRw3qjIje-8GJEEtyZG7twxu2Q6_SsoC-8S0swYoTKm0wE0VPJjH6FAWphRT-q5J1m9zCJzEPy5Qzq4qRCVmrBWSdj456-iMKPz87ynfEgA3J1lDlnGwzuTsn5yo/s400/letters.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></p><p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Before-Know-Kindness-Chris-Bohjalian/dp/1400031656/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1222482297&sr=1-1"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Before You Know Kindness</span> </a><br /></p><br /><br /><p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1400031656/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250521700700025554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS-g-SIqbEPXEUmayUeH2TC2C-FTS30JybyhwABEOlelayPX5e6ec257b3mW0vDPGBQ3iijKELHDBEPk7PbjNxdruN_3fDUbOJLuvsDHVTANQgGVIIqeHuzWa_cXbhJQDSHZHyTMBzHtw/s400/Before+you+know.jpg" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:verdana;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Kite-Runner-Khaled-Hosseini/dp/1594480001/ref=pd_bbs_2?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1222482430&sr=1-2">The Kite Runner</a></span></p><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/1594480001/ref=sib_dp_pt#reader-link"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250522357042369698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahz89f9nH8VkSUt5kWA5Fa-vb2jUDOuM1Tgwhhdoq13IGZvvapVqars-plsoAio3p_exx_1AJhcoVQnVlx_Wllq4XoJcF8CC5UIZbsETlQnXUoUEaGLwkpLVoZOmKdGFCfM2kQy6Ykhs/s400/kite+runner.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br /></p><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">After you slog your way through this lengthy post, leave a comment telling me which thing (or two) from my "100 List" we have in common, which book you want if you're the "chosen one", and consider yourself entered.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;">I have noticed that lots of people commemorate their 100th blog entry with their own personal "100 List" so I've been working on such a list. I don't think I can come up with 100 things, but let's see how far I can go with it.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">1) There was a time in my life when I didn't want to have children. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">2) There was a time in my life when I wanted 4 children.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">3) No, we are not going to "try for" a girl.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">4) Yes, it makes me mad when people assume I couldn't possibly be fulfilled without a little girl. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">5) I LOVE having boys and if we were going to have a 3rd child (we're not), I would be ecstatic to have another boy.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">6) I love dogs and if Willie would let me, we would have a Great Dane.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">7) I have a bachelor's degree in social work.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">8) I like camping out under the stars without a tent.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">9) Bugs don't bother me too much.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">10) But, I am terrified of scorpions.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">11) I have been stung by a scorpion.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">12) I was born in Las Vegas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">13) I was married in Las Vegas.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">14) I love big pick-up trucks.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">15) I hate wearing shoes, except for flip-flops.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">16) I am not a very good driver. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">17) I once got into 4 car accidents within a two-year period of time.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">18) My first car was a red Ford Mustang.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">19) I cried when Elvis died.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">20) I need LOTS of sleep to be happy (9-10 hours a night is ideal).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">21) I eat Taco Bell at least once a week.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">22) I am a HUGE Garth Brooks fan.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">23) It is a big pet peeve of mine to see people use its and it's, there and their or your and you're incorrectly. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">24) I am slightly obsessed with the mafia and I love movies like "Casino", "The Godfather", etc. I also like to watch "Sopranos" re-runs.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">25) My first "real" job was working as a Dietary Aide in the kitchen and dining room of a nursing home when I was 16. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">26) I have saved the nametags from all my jobs. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">27) I also have every paycheck stub from age 16 to the present.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">28) Before my first "real" job, I cleaned houses and washed cars for spending money.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">29) I bite my fingernails.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">30) I HATED cats until Rocky adopted us.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">31) I lived in San Francisco for a short time right after I graduated from college.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">32) I went to seven different elementary schools.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">33) I love reading true crime books by authors like Ann Rule.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">34) I love watching true crime TV shows like "American Justice" and "Cold Case Files".</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">35) I am a purse snob.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">36) I once dressed up as a chicken for $50.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">37) I have two Cabbage Patch dolls.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">38) I still have my wisdom teeth.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">39) My left foot is quite a bit larger than my right foot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">40) I snore, or so I'm told, anyway.</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">41) Someday, I'd like to live out in the country on a small piece of land (not too far out though, a girl still has to shop!).</span></p><p><span style="font-family:Verdana;">42) I really like mowing the lawn and when we lived in Wichita; many times, I mowed while Willie cooked dinner. I think it freaked our traditional neighbors out a little bit.</span><br /></p><p><br /><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span><span style="font-family:verdana;">Well, not quite 100, not even close actually, but I'm tired, it's been a hard day and I'm pretty sure nobody is that interested anyway.</span></p><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So, one last HIP HIP HOORAY for my 100th blog entry! Hope to see you in the Comments section...</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisdS2Ek12gGFz3k7acDCSLZgkbTJ7EBSuJhZ2iFi5pGEdO3lah21DskIRtjj2YllmHbs0ql-LMSsb_KUzak0Mf8o_c5LZUWcl1ASpAdTcko7cDNtIgn6pjVhdzp4HW5LF_X-xQKU-slOI/s1600-h/100.bmp"></a><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WDdErriRVyk9y7IXDo20uBJ4Ud6jjp19d89gCRHy-NXv298NrVSqlIocPOOpX0LXOb3UU_18QgcHMqCpk8bfCBOjtxDXu2vPk3BKfk_eHuCU_h9BVOD7kCqvQf-zPAtqJ2b2Sak2fXA/s1600-h/2000_99_51---Number-One-Hundred_web.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250503732559758194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2WDdErriRVyk9y7IXDo20uBJ4Ud6jjp19d89gCRHy-NXv298NrVSqlIocPOOpX0LXOb3UU_18QgcHMqCpk8bfCBOjtxDXu2vPk3BKfk_eHuCU_h9BVOD7kCqvQf-zPAtqJ2b2Sak2fXA/s400/2000_99_51---Number-One-Hundred_web.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">P.S. I'll have the Random Integer Generator pick a winner on Wednesday, October 1. All comments entered before 5pm Central time will be eligible.</span><br /><br /><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-87137047652046753842008-09-26T16:22:00.009-05:002008-09-26T18:41:43.110-05:00Farewell Old Friend<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZ4KufsDHhleNedPOlu3tFwd-X6Vi_3KYRsJVCqrEEKyEbuacDE9sc0zIBoyR69NXbHjOz3-xKrdZzSkM01stq2TfcpE3O6pof0oIQbCWxffcfNM_X62GW9X4woN_KFZG6M7tB9nZ0Q4/s1600-h/DSCN0914%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250445250044280210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZZ4KufsDHhleNedPOlu3tFwd-X6Vi_3KYRsJVCqrEEKyEbuacDE9sc0zIBoyR69NXbHjOz3-xKrdZzSkM01stq2TfcpE3O6pof0oIQbCWxffcfNM_X62GW9X4woN_KFZG6M7tB9nZ0Q4/s400/DSCN0914%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-SkzL-JIEs-I5cXXGDOcwvJIuVR4wCofhVvL5Zpa4rss1SoasndtmdR4gczb7G7v6q3HcjKgcAUtqJkYyowTT3ixw7BjdmMulyAoimisqh-c2Vv_FSJuB246cDjMMKlYCcYFQWYNWow/s1600-h/DSCN0916%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250445254519486738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW-SkzL-JIEs-I5cXXGDOcwvJIuVR4wCofhVvL5Zpa4rss1SoasndtmdR4gczb7G7v6q3HcjKgcAUtqJkYyowTT3ixw7BjdmMulyAoimisqh-c2Vv_FSJuB246cDjMMKlYCcYFQWYNWow/s400/DSCN0916%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250445474867554386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtYRKkuBDT4TNtrHUoZ2dwPjfShMdh_THjCp6taLs0LZz3cd-9psTROgPcTQl11MkSHVLLeZkwI2xuNJcklrJ0UUsl3rhoNTtve6iy-ZzsgzTYfgBnrPbAoanqyJlOZJ9Y53KID7KuSus/s400/peanut" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4gHaHAka8i_U9Rrn9lYYuRv6Tk5QFaS-CQPWwwG2rIAz7WHxcDJgSaq3NxSpnRzf_K_DWrbxN884Iyf2J5XE1YX18uYWr2UyMe_a4tBdgjrdPPLdwTGTSZ9YxRexhVPAEo6WzpWwgeA/s1600-h/DSCN0917%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250445262969010018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN4gHaHAka8i_U9Rrn9lYYuRv6Tk5QFaS-CQPWwwG2rIAz7WHxcDJgSaq3NxSpnRzf_K_DWrbxN884Iyf2J5XE1YX18uYWr2UyMe_a4tBdgjrdPPLdwTGTSZ9YxRexhVPAEo6WzpWwgeA/s400/DSCN0917%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:verdana;">Peanut</span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">1/13/94 - 9/26/08</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span><br /> </span></span> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div></div></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-49121539030530253172008-09-19T12:00:00.009-05:002008-09-19T13:09:49.198-05:00I "Heart" Hatch, NM Green Chile<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtbD2EQivP72cZuh2tmE7F_ThxrO0iMYU59D2MAezxJtAuUMLN0Hf7_NU2kq5FCw9pVjsVy3ziTRFn3JjeKqRkCX_UxfKEKrgH9zI64pZrC8I364jer6yF_cRfvhBdWIvtV5LsReyR3k/s1600-h/Chile.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247519200694261298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAtbD2EQivP72cZuh2tmE7F_ThxrO0iMYU59D2MAezxJtAuUMLN0Hf7_NU2kq5FCw9pVjsVy3ziTRFn3JjeKqRkCX_UxfKEKrgH9zI64pZrC8I364jer6yF_cRfvhBdWIvtV5LsReyR3k/s400/Chile.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Some people might be scared if they received a box from the UPS man and it contained a mysterious burlap bag. Hmm, what could it be? Body Parts, Roadkill...</span> <div><br /><br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1gsxhKbN6CO_pJPbZ21mMBFqlZ88du77WEbL9okI9IFd43zBmyNjth-N7H6rJPJ4rQyfXhJAU7bn31R4t4Q3XPqe_Tz9Np2rjMU4JlGahxWH0XcOE0VuSKKVIqIAMtHkMvqs98X1ox4/s1600-h/Chile+2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247513137325753522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy1gsxhKbN6CO_pJPbZ21mMBFqlZ88du77WEbL9okI9IFd43zBmyNjth-N7H6rJPJ4rQyfXhJAU7bn31R4t4Q3XPqe_Tz9Np2rjMU4JlGahxWH0XcOE0VuSKKVIqIAMtHkMvqs98X1ox4/s400/Chile+2.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Courtesy of Willie's Uncle Sonny, who lives in Mimbres, New Mexico, it is a large burlap bag filled with yummy Hatch, New Mexico green chile peppers!!! Hatch is known as the chile capital of the world.</span><br /><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Normally, Willie roasts our chile peppers on the BBQ before placing portions in ziploc bags and freezing it. This time, I think we're going to try </span><a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2008/06/how-toroast-green-chilies/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">roasting our chile peppers Pioneer Woman style</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">, in the oven. It has to be roasted quickly or the chile will turn red. </span><a href="http://www.route-66-beef-jerky.com/hatch-new-mexico-green-chile.html"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did you know that chile peppers have a lot of nutritional value</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">? </span><br /></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247518417783162770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIOp0ANbzoiOIOh09WZ_L8D5k2_mzp6sX_0jHKbf1WzGO5YX5VlLA_l632nVEcIp2MzdZZIcbRgu9W9YuOxvkFsOVznsHz_Lr2frKqcD9naOBQYeO2CAV9h3X6mj3kI5pqHkLUIbJRFFQ/s400/hatch-new-mexico-roasted-green-chilis.jpg" border="0" /></span></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is what chile looks like after it is roasted. The black, icky looking part is the skin which you peel off to get to the yummy fleshy part. Once you've had fresh green chile, you'll have a hard time eating canned green chiles again. The salsa my husband makes with this chile absolutely ROCKS MY WORLD!!!</span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you are a local friend and would like to try some Hatch, NM chiles, let me know. As you can see, we have plenty to go around!<br /></p></span><br /><br /><div><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a></div></div><br /><p></p><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></p>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-12234436431477933862008-09-18T18:22:00.004-05:002008-09-18T19:20:53.208-05:00You might be a redneck if...<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">You convince your dubious husband to bring another TV stand up from the basement and stack it on top of the existing one so that you can watch TV in bed without the footboard blocking your view.</span><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247510593435364274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3y16AC98S3W0mwmWCCVSMuhwabojAVX0k9EKG5aa6xHXs0c_Ezwnqs9Sltds466z8IslYHqw2P5Yg5GGzClT5_a28hhbTSeytME-wBOUJSriAQK3oI7-uRVA-LXTIkOrKykPI1mgfujk/s400/TV.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Speaking of my dubious husband, he probably isn't going to be happy to see this picture posted for the world to see.</span></div>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-82750860563144158512008-09-17T14:29:00.002-05:002008-09-17T15:28:47.175-05:00Definitely on my Wish List<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi96czyXIiOcHK_5C8orDOlMdeJntAtD8ScV95QsPch_tu1fNjXBISoDPpeR6p9g5wSwUhx30VPqc79xMFaVQepmZSx2hMUd3sZkKt98zZ4VgK4WXUU3xTldV-nlSj1iAo21ojgHpdOdA/s1600-h/Necklace"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247074974757554338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi96czyXIiOcHK_5C8orDOlMdeJntAtD8ScV95QsPch_tu1fNjXBISoDPpeR6p9g5wSwUhx30VPqc79xMFaVQepmZSx2hMUd3sZkKt98zZ4VgK4WXUU3xTldV-nlSj1iAo21ojgHpdOdA/s400/Necklace" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">If you want a funky, fresh hand-stamped necklace like this one (or something similar), get over to <a href="http://timbrandikadekam.blogspot.com/2008/09/holiday-home-decorators-and-hand.html">A Splash of Brandi </a>and let her know. While you're there, pick one up for me. Christmas is just around the corner. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Of course, if you're a retail store, Christmas is already here, right next to the Halloween section (at least it is at Target and Hobby Lobby). Every time I walk past the artificial Christmas trees, ornaments, red ribbon and artificial poinsettias, my heart rate quickens. AHHH, the stress of it all!!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My 100th post and next giveaway is just 4 posts away. I'm hoping to work my way to it in the next week. With lots of hard work and procrastination of everything else I should be doing, I think I can do it.</span><br /><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7041119187550600936.post-464384830400721712008-09-14T19:56:00.016-05:002008-09-14T22:51:22.115-05:0046 Days Until Halloween<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048560004577330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQfzGnaSJ5aaQmalwfFNX8oPTadaW8WF8PMQt0-nJZQnTAQVoybs8rfbg50t6iylPUUPi5ldzS5cQZwK0n9PdoylRSQ3vq1HJ4B8Sek-4pD7BZ2Tu1MzQN4Lyw5XZEgAX0IFVpS7d6uos/s400/DSCN0741.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">My friend & neighbor, Michelle, loves Halloween.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:+0;"><br /></span><span style="font-size:0;"></span><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246046896613656514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQg2mXPC2habGmsVKes-fxVyqSdLrPhiqs7Trm-ZdfOkgGBeiM3DiOt6yliawTMIdNrMLCXe0S09r8TRsrcbFy6tMOYHQYar8VkgA6qGjJLp0_xsCs7TOMBTwV0bt3NEy037Q5_9mA8Kw/s400/DSCN0737.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> She also loves Pirates of the Caribbean.</span> </div><div align="center"><span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048550912157522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEia1PFryXQW-8YRjU4QtpQFa6qNWEP0tG38rjiOvfAcvzvifXZCpKNQ32z1PE4tHGffE_qGg3hTDqQwkQ10eVLH36EOoA2hG_3hg1mOztC1NDITMx3lg2YUrcaow4WwTmGyXSJ4m5N1vAo/s400/DSCN0739.JPG" border="0" /> And Captain Jack Sparrow.</span> </div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048540935817490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvpWn6PRoykHFbEXwlZ3hxFQLaGvX3ZFvXsDdaIW6iyDcWJUVCOc7xKpSySdk1Tu7c4pPJllGyQKQ9K0Fo_7iPIQm7I4ClshoHkH5Dub1dRXwWWq9o4pRW6gHd-3RHriWQZ5r8f6K3fnA/s400/DSCN0738.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> These pictures were all taken at her house.</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246046878545711378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcnyEIz-5C24eTTIGDhjCkvNSojV6s6YDpKBODc2qwFFMBmBZ-PP0d9lJbeQiqpKyUe19I86nr4oNhhaKIGhBa_UfVT_tLEFPVYe3VHwgBzAIkfDNVVzvNQ9r7tXIDzZYHf2bYzG9FHdQ/s400/DSCN0732.JPG" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Most of them, like the one above, were taken in her basement,<br /></span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246046884776787042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-V1XCsh_KVJht08Eu2zN_yQ8awCi9kKpXEJqIpWIL9ZXXJqQ4wtqIv_ItW63NMnvN6SL9UAh1kpndkb6azKb7-yjwsc8ZOqufjAk1HUHF6sWtLb2pO3alhwpehHhV5oNlQO9Pu5-Af0Y/s400/DSCN0734.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">which is decorated in a pirate/dungeon theme (that's my nephew Nick, isn't he handsome?)</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246046888236025202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKP4_knCr4YCaLIBqq1kWMDlGjE_mXEcyiWH1ZRLlnNnQ9jJMj7K-lws96zvFcwllLe7osup7eO3q4li6Zozbzhofzax1DYyWNqvsWMSLUeqFw1cLrWZ2091MoG_5GAeJTTtxOVhg2rBk/s400/DSCN0735.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">all year long.</span></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246046891147596402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglmKW6_v0vxveGJZGxve0986Rmtfv9s9ZkbgQf2zkFAQp6GmEYZdeAt0xwd2Z6EMXl0WBfu0r5Iwn-x-HDwz8mJ5LMwMaCA0T-RLnFHOyppNBKmFP0p_2EoiKn85GVIi1jAcwGnpxKOdY/s400/DSCN0736.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Can you see why my kids might think that Michelle is the coolest Mom alive? That is Michelle's daughter, Olivia, lounging on the leopard chaise. You might remember that she was the only girl at Adam and Jacob's birthday party. That's because she can hang. At Jedi Training Academy this past summer, she whupped on ALL the boys. Seriously, I'm not exaggerating. Jacob is still nursing his ego.</span></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246048553590061714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCqF1wtjPkE7Oc9jNgvPQj5MdZuzvRgTRlzfKkzl8-B8Y4QflZsyRxE6JXiANe0aXgm1A-6HmrRGYcklYtCt725YGSI6NXMn_6rIwxfWQME5tkAi7yu8KMOVTMVecJAS1Q9tVwoR-ahVI/s400/DSCN0740.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is not Michelle. I will post pictures of Michelle later in one of her award-winning Halloween costumes or maybe with her good friend, Captain Jack. Leave it to Michelle to meet and befriend a man who almost looks more like Captain Jack than Johnny Depp, in Kansas City, no less.</span></div><br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246051340594227218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYXfYqnQA1QL70ZrkfffToTOmS6AS9Ll5qxuiTWvx9HeKJgnjXXl4TyOkOXVPAl1EgosdzaIbNc4avJ4QkDw7Q-olrqGReP1pEQIOsv5EnVZFxSJxiYODPH3dLiXiWImQDgCR_mSUPb3M/s400/DSCN0742.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">This is Michelle's Spooky Town collection. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Did I mention that Michelle loves Halloween?<br /></p></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://s107.photobucket.com/albums/m296/shaunacallaghan/?action=view&current=aimeesignature.jpg" target="_blank"></a>kcaimeehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17519279007413142664noreply@blogger.com6