tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-319267592024-03-23T10:57:24.233-07:00Wild Willowsbellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-39884339087150989972009-08-06T19:49:00.000-07:002009-08-06T19:50:22.060-07:00Little Big Man turns 4<table style="width:auto;"><tr><td><a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/68Ut5_kzJaKP9BVmvJeCBg?feat=embedwebsite"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMTwSk_K4oOzYMZ6wOQAxv7Br4r7er3cy49Btlvd1z0TsVPyszhB9FmvMub1iuAudsWk25s_NgpPidy5ts7wuZBO0TY9DK0UmJdgpkRQy_3cnXZXxt1ON-2XsbSuXezqa6vKvg/s800/IMG_5363.JPG" /></a></td></tr><tr><td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right">From <a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/bellemanda/20090806AidenSBDay?feat=embedwebsite">20090806 Aiden's B-day</a></td></tr></table>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-59751762887200504382009-07-01T21:13:00.000-07:002009-07-01T21:14:01.033-07:00New pictures<embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&hl=en_US&feat=flashalbum&RGB=0x000000&feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fbellemanda%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26access%3Dpublic%26psc%3DF%26q%26uname%3Dbellemanda" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></embed><br /><br /><br />http://picasaweb.google.com/homebellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-172802675078108932009-05-22T08:39:00.000-07:002009-05-22T08:39:48.956-07:00Big Mama<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29Qg8sWlHT1yOpYEU7D5r_wm6EnXq3dlmjlWjlb7LHHRCJzTlAGJtPtHvl_G4MxSslKNQde-rT1rDmJ2CNAs1bMCt8DQ79XYAUlFqqvsIFK7mFziP3HwAsgoXPfhMpi1oy6GO/s1600-h/IMG_4058.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj29Qg8sWlHT1yOpYEU7D5r_wm6EnXq3dlmjlWjlb7LHHRCJzTlAGJtPtHvl_G4MxSslKNQde-rT1rDmJ2CNAs1bMCt8DQ79XYAUlFqqvsIFK7mFziP3HwAsgoXPfhMpi1oy6GO/s400/IMG_4058.JPG" /></a> </div><br />I embrace my gradeschool nickname "big mama" for that is what part of me has grown into. I embrace my curves and shine with peace and love. damn it! i do!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-21214837817892538662009-05-22T08:37:00.000-07:002009-05-22T08:37:32.309-07:00Little Bobcat Big Bobcat<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRATzS8KvxUNBDCj6a-3lfhpv8HItnceOEPF57fS2gWkTzWv2zhYqFYf-VCVY1KptMBDAj9WN_Esz53W6qJ6XHB37VThDo0JmQzWnyzsCiS2TGhUrUAn2yoYWwxa3wmQTm9ex0/s1600-h/IMG_4039.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRATzS8KvxUNBDCj6a-3lfhpv8HItnceOEPF57fS2gWkTzWv2zhYqFYf-VCVY1KptMBDAj9WN_Esz53W6qJ6XHB37VThDo0JmQzWnyzsCiS2TGhUrUAn2yoYWwxa3wmQTm9ex0/s400/IMG_4039.JPG" /></a> </div><br />More Earthwork on the place. Aido is prepared with his contruction worker while daddy runs the big rig.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-24493023864619519902009-05-22T08:32:00.000-07:002009-05-22T08:32:27.842-07:00My Little Hard Working Man!<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvsexRM8M50RVdWgyDbbQZzwTGR6sGVsQFH4BO5Gd4CxkEblk254M1ysWhaWZpEplcHw99Ed14z45H8cyR_sTXr9gqZ6SzS4YHTqziOzW43Ekmy04nG3f1aCQfUvAdWtxquFo/s1600-h/IMG_3962.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdvsexRM8M50RVdWgyDbbQZzwTGR6sGVsQFH4BO5Gd4CxkEblk254M1ysWhaWZpEplcHw99Ed14z45H8cyR_sTXr9gqZ6SzS4YHTqziOzW43Ekmy04nG3f1aCQfUvAdWtxquFo/s400/IMG_3962.JPG" /></a><br /><br />In Nana's garden Aido is hard at work. He is collecting weeds and getting ready to plant.</div><div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-65661089660239874382009-04-19T16:17:00.000-07:002009-04-19T16:17:43.309-07:00Working our place<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb3u3c-rL1UzD-1txcp8YCKn7LdHgTK_lHuYiSPRRbFketJt1kYaFNqA8WERpiOOlcrxWMKP_zA75VHFXSoRQOqKCMilfOX4cLD28_mMH28c1UpEfJeX_kCfJpVqbzAvth85n/s1600-h/IMG_3929.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnb3u3c-rL1UzD-1txcp8YCKn7LdHgTK_lHuYiSPRRbFketJt1kYaFNqA8WERpiOOlcrxWMKP_zA75VHFXSoRQOqKCMilfOX4cLD28_mMH28c1UpEfJeX_kCfJpVqbzAvth85n/s320/IMG_3929.JPG" /></a> </div><br />J and A are working the earth around our house. He is waving pretty for the people!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-90785106018184061662009-04-19T16:15:00.000-07:002009-04-19T16:15:06.808-07:00Sleepy Bear<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAa7qcM-9sGerP0zvdTq8RIrQLE3MJR0EQpWahlxNvjlmPByYAo180H_XJlGW9LnpULLfpBJbX8PxsNcZuonCoyBIn5Nzlr9caslvlk0kssYtJmECauMdQUWoHEk0c8zGoNJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3935.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAAa7qcM-9sGerP0zvdTq8RIrQLE3MJR0EQpWahlxNvjlmPByYAo180H_XJlGW9LnpULLfpBJbX8PxsNcZuonCoyBIn5Nzlr9caslvlk0kssYtJmECauMdQUWoHEk0c8zGoNJ8/s320/IMG_3935.JPG" /></a> </div><br />Isn't he beautiful and big? He was so relaxed watching extreme animal attacks he drifted off to sleep.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-66126906018130189742009-04-12T14:50:00.001-07:002009-04-12T14:54:13.543-07:00Easter Story<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmm4bqkUoDJFIR_iBUolDIHJAiJFKK_Xg3fqost9IsyZhZi8FNZfG4diHilG6AoLaQy99r8Do03FmAvu276RFbX9TjId-T4Fo7MEWKSb3ms-WjrbSuXAd-ahW7DNP8UfwxLxP5/s1600-h/IMG_3905.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-41385630245555177762009-04-09T11:21:00.001-07:002009-04-09T11:21:34.007-07:00US pictures!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopHZ_YZYcCUnsXVy0rzalEZ0BTRI9xgh__gv-Cj6hyBuVX8VO523J-ZWlnjIlFFW9EPW5HlclWXPkFs-jWw0xGWwv_hQ9iPtybYX-yxxFQ8gXuySpMoaJ4ibcwM0-99GxRreA/s1600-h/US+fu+05-794008.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgopHZ_YZYcCUnsXVy0rzalEZ0BTRI9xgh__gv-Cj6hyBuVX8VO523J-ZWlnjIlFFW9EPW5HlclWXPkFs-jWw0xGWwv_hQ9iPtybYX-yxxFQ8gXuySpMoaJ4ibcwM0-99GxRreA/s320/US+fu+05-794008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758531076666338" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAAmNx1J6aL9cxh1aG6ZOLRPOy1pkoltDKByPzitcbQ41rIlKZ0Zze6UVRQ_85WNZlN9fux7M-mbxmRQl5-qD-JK5IirPIRXAHaM2T19KRt9aSAGybx_-ZD7F5PUMwzSBTBc4/s1600-h/US+fu+04-794402.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcAAmNx1J6aL9cxh1aG6ZOLRPOy1pkoltDKByPzitcbQ41rIlKZ0Zze6UVRQ_85WNZlN9fux7M-mbxmRQl5-qD-JK5IirPIRXAHaM2T19KRt9aSAGybx_-ZD7F5PUMwzSBTBc4/s320/US+fu+04-794402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758528918647378" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQL9hIe06IZsqh6lqG9-QDGh3XXYgeY5C6CEQWlNdmN7JkRD-GQeznSO-dEA-UkzYYd7gnE_nGaZk1L_sSc4nQ1Ynr2CtChdaMYjxXpdlOfY0u02kn8ooa7ELjO5geZxmAKxcH/s1600-h/US+fu+03-794715.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQL9hIe06IZsqh6lqG9-QDGh3XXYgeY5C6CEQWlNdmN7JkRD-GQeznSO-dEA-UkzYYd7gnE_nGaZk1L_sSc4nQ1Ynr2CtChdaMYjxXpdlOfY0u02kn8ooa7ELjO5geZxmAKxcH/s320/US+fu+03-794715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758528666411330" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6nBQlX3m4J2WvS_fR64X93x1GxtFJsRMTATJisqfx9jJ0Er15lIPz-QZkRbbraLagPpfEoP_KbWG5lEoDRAGz_BGlIfUF4NcYZb7iMY9_TPow8mByjxAwR8LhFlKV5aSgSJh/s1600-h/US+fu+02-794942.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6nBQlX3m4J2WvS_fR64X93x1GxtFJsRMTATJisqfx9jJ0Er15lIPz-QZkRbbraLagPpfEoP_KbWG5lEoDRAGz_BGlIfUF4NcYZb7iMY9_TPow8mByjxAwR8LhFlKV5aSgSJh/s320/US+fu+02-794942.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758535065173138" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosuicnwpBArICkHyKD6ZkgEKEAFB8zeZkVsHiz4Ty2BkAHX7QO72OIJbhm_eMhT_14f7aIRd76NCuVo5kQvimAt_nilb3EnFkE5BXytGLWcUITZQcIzKA_1ZXWjQDEfUZuRbn/s1600-h/US+fu+01-795221.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhosuicnwpBArICkHyKD6ZkgEKEAFB8zeZkVsHiz4Ty2BkAHX7QO72OIJbhm_eMhT_14f7aIRd76NCuVo5kQvimAt_nilb3EnFkE5BXytGLWcUITZQcIzKA_1ZXWjQDEfUZuRbn/s320/US+fu+01-795221.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322758534154602226" /></a></p><div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal>LOVE, just PURE love for my little boy.<o:p></o:p></p> </div> bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-89666478495014862092009-01-25T14:43:00.004-07:002009-01-25T14:56:50.586-07:00AnnouncementI am 12 weeks pregnant. The due date is August 11, 09. We are very excited. Little man kisses my belly and says hi sister (he is convinced it is a girl). We have promised him we will tell him that we will tell him when we know if he is getting a brother or a sister. I am doing really well, just really tired. Wish me luck. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrfvoVI9Rzou0dsH9b2p0fMlGOZ68hCHe2nAfrk4YekbhK094W4GULN2mTEYpe9N2LS0XAwmY5QKB1ccZyipvd64_0k8vJLXm4nN_JrrKb6IV5JWx3YTZdc-6AKc4s50qaceb/s1600-h/11weeks-legsandfeet.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyrfvoVI9Rzou0dsH9b2p0fMlGOZ68hCHe2nAfrk4YekbhK094W4GULN2mTEYpe9N2LS0XAwmY5QKB1ccZyipvd64_0k8vJLXm4nN_JrrKb6IV5JWx3YTZdc-6AKc4s50qaceb/s320/11weeks-legsandfeet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295352615702606578" border="0" /></a>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-83452033497579496642009-01-25T14:37:00.003-07:002009-01-25T14:42:12.296-07:00Sledding Paradise<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_U5EWYpiSFIAvlb41kBjhdPjzOscSl6_5PewEdai9QmR9aZo6incVqiInyQ3E2fbfREmqfiqltwvSnavI0O_k-rkohjwlhMit6PLN_ipE_LduwEG2_B0DKoimfUYTrSoy2XD/s1600-h/IMG_3598.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha_U5EWYpiSFIAvlb41kBjhdPjzOscSl6_5PewEdai9QmR9aZo6incVqiInyQ3E2fbfREmqfiqltwvSnavI0O_k-rkohjwlhMit6PLN_ipE_LduwEG2_B0DKoimfUYTrSoy2XD/s320/IMG_3598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295349272833087938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOoU_Onhyphenhyphen5_RoNby7RSO33z86pnBM6UHIK7hPBGWn9T05li3KY91PZm-QPTh5LUgsxqymypts0S0pfbMltVXoemyUIBYSAk4NlRjNMp9GHaac_Wp5mbZ4vZ8oeP4jGpeiSrx03/s1600-h/IMG_3585.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOoU_Onhyphenhyphen5_RoNby7RSO33z86pnBM6UHIK7hPBGWn9T05li3KY91PZm-QPTh5LUgsxqymypts0S0pfbMltVXoemyUIBYSAk4NlRjNMp9GHaac_Wp5mbZ4vZ8oeP4jGpeiSrx03/s320/IMG_3585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295349263184698002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4FrhaHf_7A7eZdv6bjL_iw51VCx7YuOAdxRfJmav2E4oYLcf_BbuzpxkTzdXZH3ucmHbaifuZ-dOkweoj4wNZ0DVZkx3ThHIPbzxUOslPRHsm27EQUCNLuQVK8Vbzfrk11XR/s1600-h/IMG_3568.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ4FrhaHf_7A7eZdv6bjL_iw51VCx7YuOAdxRfJmav2E4oYLcf_BbuzpxkTzdXZH3ucmHbaifuZ-dOkweoj4wNZ0DVZkx3ThHIPbzxUOslPRHsm27EQUCNLuQVK8Vbzfrk11XR/s320/IMG_3568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295349264716855266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3kP0XkGm8Q2NIAZ0ZeBMSjeaxix1z1jQU_8APnSN7BAteGkKB5Mz1Y1hI1ejOnlC2Snq4Cu0ZWU3n_q5F-sluptWQ-1hiKXa3N518LhnVThKI4azYvdb4hAocLF5dLq1u8Rr/s1600-h/IMG_3579.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-3kP0XkGm8Q2NIAZ0ZeBMSjeaxix1z1jQU_8APnSN7BAteGkKB5Mz1Y1hI1ejOnlC2Snq4Cu0ZWU3n_q5F-sluptWQ-1hiKXa3N518LhnVThKI4azYvdb4hAocLF5dLq1u8Rr/s320/IMG_3579.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295349247107070114" border="0" /></a>Only about 9 degrees F. We stayed out about an hour and we all decided it was cold and we were ready to go in. Then it was a nap for little man and a pedicure for me.bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-23196184716844127362009-01-25T14:21:00.004-07:002009-01-25T14:37:20.698-07:00What I said I would never do: cut my child's hair<div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">I don't have digital photos oh my haircuts when I was a child, but they were most always cut by my mom. If I had my mother's hair type, this would not be a problem, but I don't have bohemian wavy hair. I have stick straight baby fine brown hair, so any mistake in hair cutting shows. To this day I still hate having my hair cut even at a salon. They always f' it up. I usually cry and come up with description of explicitly how they <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">f'ed</span> it up. Like "I feel like I am in a prison porn movie and my hair has been rubbed off on a rock"(baby fine hair can't have too much product in it) or "I look like a weather woman in a hurricane" (how long should it take to blow out my hair). And I have even posted here about my hair woes. So, I always promised I wouldn't cut my children's hair. I have changed my mind and cut my little big man's hair and my man's hair. I do okay. What do you think:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAwXwNQS3lbb0RTTIABsHGSx0rOeS4P-P_m7BVNTwfAtDS7yTCnYBT7mS2xWNzdjeUPdltrnXZP0BTxMVWVLz2V71CiAAIGIFWz85UPazKp4ysZmMwXQ8ft4_RG7fcT2T6keR/s1600-h/IMG_3548.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioAwXwNQS3lbb0RTTIABsHGSx0rOeS4P-P_m7BVNTwfAtDS7yTCnYBT7mS2xWNzdjeUPdltrnXZP0BTxMVWVLz2V71CiAAIGIFWz85UPazKp4ysZmMwXQ8ft4_RG7fcT2T6keR/s320/IMG_3548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295347883208557410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUAGIXfAiOgV5Hfr-csTTu5lntbmJW6kVepP1UjlCgEAchbvmeuYeUFpmiXPiBbAKj8vXzaOXpiwCqQ8L9A-RI6YXrydKJodEP3NU2On9cNQ8tb94lsn1bNaw1f4itpO8pIHu/s1600-h/IMG_3559.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIUAGIXfAiOgV5Hfr-csTTu5lntbmJW6kVepP1UjlCgEAchbvmeuYeUFpmiXPiBbAKj8vXzaOXpiwCqQ8L9A-RI6YXrydKJodEP3NU2On9cNQ8tb94lsn1bNaw1f4itpO8pIHu/s320/IMG_3559.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295348193683781938" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPtcxjCEHr-vWDdy97nrRQ8Bfhl1-T8oZXp3wEWwj9LNziHpsb4Zll4AYAESaG7zLzZZw5dv5MkcvFuu1RwzSK5n6jJOAEcOP5b9Hb5aOrP36ZZ4FV5c8c5Wr0Cn-M1EEFQYT/s1600-h/IMG_3561.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaPtcxjCEHr-vWDdy97nrRQ8Bfhl1-T8oZXp3wEWwj9LNziHpsb4Zll4AYAESaG7zLzZZw5dv5MkcvFuu1RwzSK5n6jJOAEcOP5b9Hb5aOrP36ZZ4FV5c8c5Wr0Cn-M1EEFQYT/s320/IMG_3561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295347881448744882" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br />I don't remember all of the things that I said I would never do like I was raised. I am sure Mom will remind me.<br /></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-81569851244400865662008-12-05T21:36:00.000-07:002008-12-05T21:36:55.194-07:00I would like a Tow Truck for Christmas<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tGFFOA9p19D6rFwbzfGA-eF-RJySEsyeg9KrFPUIzvFvrKcKnbRSJElSCvAWlaveZpCvkYVztTXasTb1NW_Mjn6rXXxOyIWo2_DWT5Bo0WzssQQq8zAAmbu1nBGgC-GgJMG0/s1600-h/IMG_3371.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tGFFOA9p19D6rFwbzfGA-eF-RJySEsyeg9KrFPUIzvFvrKcKnbRSJElSCvAWlaveZpCvkYVztTXasTb1NW_Mjn6rXXxOyIWo2_DWT5Bo0WzssQQq8zAAmbu1nBGgC-GgJMG0/s400/IMG_3371.JPG" /></a> </div><br />My little guy was very well behaved in front of the "big guy" as he calls him. Never pays to take chances. He asked for a tow truck, one with a crane on it and a string if possible. I had tears in my eyes as he patiently waited his turn and was so good. I am so proud of my fearless little monkey.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-53283074491803639732008-12-05T21:33:00.000-07:002008-12-05T21:33:38.800-07:00Yes Sir<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGBoe-1JaQlpyfypVnghDCJQsiP52s3Uj6v9kYaIdphdfepd0q1dT21KQtblBlMc6HI8jxM5IDeNwKg7InAss-nq8Qfv7lK4-utezKkp1yII6guJE2iYJ7s1SsNeYciDl1cpe/s1600-h/IMG_3372.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibGBoe-1JaQlpyfypVnghDCJQsiP52s3Uj6v9kYaIdphdfepd0q1dT21KQtblBlMc6HI8jxM5IDeNwKg7InAss-nq8Qfv7lK4-utezKkp1yII6guJE2iYJ7s1SsNeYciDl1cpe/s320/IMG_3372.JPG" /></a> </div>This is the Polar Express! Christmas stroll had Trains and Santa!<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-60449119091680056292008-12-05T21:32:00.000-07:002008-12-05T21:32:19.308-07:00Cowboy<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv0UsRNBvbudIa64k1UGui3cNJsF6WB2qx1_lW6tPs7W_nOv3YaCo18uhRJEWzP5Yc_DYkl9HS9U1MJTf8h0FwM5LGBnJFuDAiD3tn84u9EVO0ficTB0BLmf3OEAls1WyfP59/s1600-h/IMG_3338.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglv0UsRNBvbudIa64k1UGui3cNJsF6WB2qx1_lW6tPs7W_nOv3YaCo18uhRJEWzP5Yc_DYkl9HS9U1MJTf8h0FwM5LGBnJFuDAiD3tn84u9EVO0ficTB0BLmf3OEAls1WyfP59/s320/IMG_3338.JPG" /></a> </div><br />Howdy Partner.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-17738768442230605382008-12-05T21:31:00.000-07:002008-12-05T22:00:21.211-07:00Hear that train?<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div>Its coming down the track. I know I love that boys smile!<div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwhfX06ulBVG30opfz-TYQBA4eNGLOncPfuyyQTXu3ydWKjTDvzeM7Xi8UTQNtCz3njcWedXCvxP3w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-74785926391187837242008-12-05T21:30:00.000-07:002008-12-05T21:30:11.801-07:00thank god for boys<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1Pi85-pWemxuVN6HsBeGmhqEFyRaXMn52GAUJZt5hCyfRc_1FNR-RlgPMg__nPZKH5cUVQpEgswcH6b7z-4aeGkgg_lpfvEQDoa9RLgtD-sBOCYPDFT7eMTBidhyphenhyphenFvb6ktT1/s1600-h/IMG_3365.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio1Pi85-pWemxuVN6HsBeGmhqEFyRaXMn52GAUJZt5hCyfRc_1FNR-RlgPMg__nPZKH5cUVQpEgswcH6b7z-4aeGkgg_lpfvEQDoa9RLgtD-sBOCYPDFT7eMTBidhyphenhyphenFvb6ktT1/s320/IMG_3365.JPG" /></a> </div><br />thanks giving was lots of fun this year at my house. Little Big Man got an early christmas present from his uncle.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-12820574085872350082008-09-24T20:04:00.002-07:002008-09-24T20:37:22.388-07:00Memory LossI have been suffering from memory loss. Not just forgetting the fact that I disliked jam music like Neil Young and the Grateful Dead. I have been longing to hear them in a bar, out on the sidewalk, with a pint. Of course I am not listening to them now. I am listening to the Flaming Lips, which I know I didn't like before <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Yoshimi</span>. <br /><br />So, memory loss, on the way home I was writing a killer blog entry. It was personal and funny even a little heart warming. Which I have no recollection of now- except the nagging feeling of loss. But I have a sweet ice-cold Jameson in from of me and I am happy. I have been googling all sorts of things for work lately, and finding answers, all the answers but what I was thinking three hours ago. I have had several good ideas lately. Like-- Why can't they get GPS working well enough to drive my car so I can sleep or play with Little Big Man in the car? <span style="font-style: italic;">And </span>how can I rig a system so I know if my teenage son (speed 10 years into the future) leaves the house. I am positive I can rig a baby monitor and a <a href="http://www.streetdefender.com/cgi-bin/catalog.pl?catalog=1">personal security device</a> to do the job, though I am pretty sure I will need to attach it from outside and inside so that he would have to be very coordinated with his posse which would break him out. I can remember what I dreamt about last week, but I cannot remember the solutions I had to... I am not even sure what I solved. I thought it was important.<br /><br />Back to Memory loss. I wonder if there is some tea form of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Ritalin</span>. Cause I think there is just too much to pay attention to. I have little big man that is running in all directions, the money running out of our bank account like sand in a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">sieve</span>, and working with nasty people, and family moving away, and missing <a href="http://www.traveloregon.com/">Oregon</a>, and shoot, just too much. then I find out that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Lohan</span> AND Aiken are gay. Then I find out that <a href="http://www.dailytech.com/LHC+Particle+Accelerator+Offline+Until+Spring/article13047c.htm"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">LHC</span></a> may eat the world inside out, but I will have to wait several months to know. Why can't anything happen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">instantaneously</span>? That would help my ML. I could just beam it from my brain to somewhere. I am trying to carry a notebook to notate all my brilliance. Writing while driving seems less than brilliant to me, somehow. I have seen it done though. <br /><br />My Jameson on the rocks is gone. So I am off to bed.bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-33107218770608951402008-09-22T15:36:00.001-07:002008-09-22T15:37:18.775-07:00Votes. go back to the Salon?<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzK1i1ICiYkIVu7dXqGPr8mejy0PUc0ACpvw27R8LRS2l59rELHnH_DPYdq_hmBFNSZEUq-pvf7qblZsS9yclhUZvWWMatmqu9NcjzhpsmlCwbbUWtoE8S7c50y0Mswu3zyfC1/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzK1i1ICiYkIVu7dXqGPr8mejy0PUc0ACpvw27R8LRS2l59rELHnH_DPYdq_hmBFNSZEUq-pvf7qblZsS9yclhUZvWWMatmqu9NcjzhpsmlCwbbUWtoE8S7c50y0Mswu3zyfC1/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />Should I go back to the salon? I feel like my hair walked out of 1983. I said back to my natural color and this is what I got. I hate going to th the salon.<div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-34863210426581354222008-08-27T06:39:00.000-07:002008-08-27T06:41:05.903-07:00Fairy<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal>I woke up this morning with an REO Speed Wagon song in my head. I gonna keep on lovin’ you. If it’s the last thing I’m gonna do. I don’t want to sleep…. And it continues. Then I remembered my dream. I was watching/was a girl with a boyfriend who was making fun of her fairy belt buckle. She said, she didn’t think it was emasculating at all. So she went to the coffee shop he worked at and started asking his boss questions. Like “would you eat a sesame cold noodle salad? Would you listen to ABBA? Would you wear a fairy belt buckle?” The answer to all three from the brown haired boss was yes. She thought this was entirely redeeming of the fairy belt buckle. Then she went to a WWE wrestling match where all the girls were bumping chests and saying RA and wearing pink fairy tutus. Supporting wrestler “Fairy Avenger” he was a big deal. At least I am not searching for a clean toilet in public restrooms any longer. I think the pink fairy avenger is a little more entertaining.<o:p></o:p></p> </div> bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-36662896630688428602008-08-26T08:57:00.001-07:002008-08-26T20:42:10.270-07:00playing 9 pins<div class="Section1"><p class="MsoNormal">Dark clouds are hanging over the Sleeping Giant today. Threatening and invigorating--fall is on its way! I can almost hear Rip Van Winkle’s snore. Later in the evening, with their full ale, the giants will play nine pins. Time for apple picking then pumpkin picking. Little Big Man is 3 and I think the real fun has just begun. He has told me he wants to be a blue man from the BLUE MAN group for Halloween. I have to figure out how to plaster him blue?? Any suggestions? Maybe he will change his mind and want to be a pirate or a gypsy. I know how to make him up in those things.<?xml:namespace prefix = o /><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-62029780664498903622008-08-16T16:37:00.001-07:002008-08-16T16:45:43.435-07:00Jack Hammer<object width="425" height="349"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zb_GIf-8hCI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zb_GIf-8hCI&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0xe1600f&color2=0xfebd01&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"></embed></object>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-57640275115805130372008-06-29T09:55:00.002-07:002008-12-11T01:18:02.934-07:00Strawberry<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMVOLPlugw9Vymygpb-A_D7b8ttzK790P3EnIbVIsyfmf4X6Loo8txpMNX6P7cpWjwZPfnGufvAcswTGlUq_JkzgUPbh3dwiigkjSlxTFquEMx87AMTGAEFND2wqDE9F4eVLA/s1600-h/IMG_2604.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkMVOLPlugw9Vymygpb-A_D7b8ttzK790P3EnIbVIsyfmf4X6Loo8txpMNX6P7cpWjwZPfnGufvAcswTGlUq_JkzgUPbh3dwiigkjSlxTFquEMx87AMTGAEFND2wqDE9F4eVLA/s400/IMG_2604.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><br />the wild flowers were in full bloom. we saw strawberries, wild clematis, lupine, larkspur, daisys, violets, lots of berry shrubs in bloom. <div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217348712166522210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1sVNiL81A4ziC2rI4jEqm4phi8Ye8XASu2YSFGMCkwQ61TspHd7px8UWLTOdWt_walTB1DugJBJOKwM9bKJa8XyZhGRZwbIa2MHRpL12dqT3whAYSM7FB5kTXHYDfou8vQiUO/s320/IMG_2628.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217348715134878802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMKUXRvz5MOaB1rFQ3alaxkNvs-hpoCKLo03QHJkSMGJ3QazSVzAfSCD3BcEyFuNG-bek-U4Stcq8EfvrPPx5T2i0Wh2ileHEl8co7tHcsb_6Fmupetf6KUaU4F3gBYKUJPNGV/s320/IMG_2663.JPG" border="0" /><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-32140634443624971822008-06-29T09:53:00.001-07:002008-12-11T01:18:03.385-07:00up a hill<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXR2iHkKmDyVjEHmARn_GsNCHZhlzVd5rZHZijrmLCuMNnQjvnqMNV-4KgPfY4UcLSYQjQKMKCpvhisNhttJufiFRa0dYB4UjQKmJ0Mnx9ntoe8tTpz46cxqF0VzJPkyvIRwM/s1600-h/IMG_2615.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXXR2iHkKmDyVjEHmARn_GsNCHZhlzVd5rZHZijrmLCuMNnQjvnqMNV-4KgPfY4UcLSYQjQKMKCpvhisNhttJufiFRa0dYB4UjQKmJ0Mnx9ntoe8tTpz46cxqF0VzJPkyvIRwM/s400/IMG_2615.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />We climbed up a hill to find ferns and flowers. He loved the climb. I was worried that he would have trouble going down, but my little mountain sheep had no trouble. he is sure footed and stubborn. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217349579744413826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj08L6iHHCGoE0UIOBCE8WezA3fafHlx15zSnceGLjTEPtc8bqG4HEuxc7XUEEgfklXS9KVZfhOKuFctV_JspABAfidkgjxld325rbU5W2Otzj_JKBlPoQ1jl3EmY40lTvXJyqR/s320/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31926759.post-16847833756086205812008-06-28T19:34:00.000-07:002008-12-11T01:18:03.550-07:00Mesmerized<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRLT_8HwLSdA9sxTWLCPUv6vrr-gSTUNP_p2CItEZqHheKvNFj9B3Yz5qFNw4qSPzq3OX9UorKvKUvQVhpJBuHjDfgJw67KvEE049W1woTb0PzeBS3I6eDg4LRbVB_O_zYivi/s1600-h/IMG_2648.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkRLT_8HwLSdA9sxTWLCPUv6vrr-gSTUNP_p2CItEZqHheKvNFj9B3Yz5qFNw4qSPzq3OX9UorKvKUvQVhpJBuHjDfgJw67KvEE049W1woTb0PzeBS3I6eDg4LRbVB_O_zYivi/s400/IMG_2648.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br />he has cleared out the wood plank railroad that he was working on. he is just chilling at <censored> Creek Campground. We had a wonderful time there. We have already reserved the "holy grail" of campsites for later this summer. I am not going to tell you which one though! We ate hotdogs almost every meal. Next time I am going to plan the menu better. I really don't even want to look at a hotdog.<div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'><a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'><img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /></a></div>bellemandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02327463189630951546noreply@blogger.com2