<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830</id><updated>2011-07-28T12:58:11.560-07:00</updated><category term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts &amp; Ramblings</title><subtitle type='html'>whatever comes to my mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-75881706921358155</id><published>2010-07-24T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:20:45.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthplace of Rock N Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsEmoyniqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qNucMcEuTzc/s1600/DSC00298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsEmoyniqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qNucMcEuTzc/s200/DSC00298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497492831967087266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsElzyQubI/AAAAAAAAANI/TQAQdxkTC1c/s1600/DSC00297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsElzyQubI/AAAAAAAAANI/TQAQdxkTC1c/s200/DSC00297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497492817738512818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsElmhz4AI/AAAAAAAAANA/cYhKgI-MrhI/s1600/DSC00290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsElmhz4AI/AAAAAAAAANA/cYhKgI-MrhI/s200/DSC00290.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497492814179852290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsEk1fq5PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lOZ2oajvyDM/s1600/DSC00288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsEk1fq5PI/AAAAAAAAAM4/lOZ2oajvyDM/s200/DSC00288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497492801017537778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from Memphis a couple of days ago.  One of the places I really wanted to visit was "Sun Studios" - touted as "The Birthplace of Rock N Roll".  Elvis cut his very first 45 at this studio.  It is no longer an operating studio, but is now a fabulous piece of american history.  Such a tiny little place to have turned out such huge talent - Elvis Presley - Jerry Lee Lewis - Johnny Cash - Carl Perkins - and the list goes on. . . . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-75881706921358155?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/75881706921358155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=75881706921358155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/75881706921358155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/75881706921358155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2010/07/birthplace-of-rock-n-roll.html' title='The Birthplace of Rock N Roll'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/TEsEmoyniqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qNucMcEuTzc/s72-c/DSC00298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-2181358754165323966</id><published>2010-07-23T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T14:09:46.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comedians Wife: The mourning of my breasts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://thecomedianswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/whether-you-know-them-as-boobies-or.html?spref=fb"&gt;The Comedians Wife: The mourning of my breasts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-2181358754165323966?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://thecomedianswife.blogspot.com/2010/07/whether-you-know-them-as-boobies-or.html?spref=fb' title='The Comedians Wife: The mourning of my breasts!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/2181358754165323966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=2181358754165323966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2181358754165323966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2181358754165323966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2010/07/comedians-wife-mourning-of-my-breasts.html' title='The Comedians Wife: The mourning of my breasts!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-2836985217121385444</id><published>2010-04-24T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T09:46:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Face!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9MgSlAYsaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hxB2H3SWQts/s1600/2010_0423Misc0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9MgSlAYsaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hxB2H3SWQts/s200/2010_0423Misc0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463746276474007970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to spend as much time as possible with Chad, Cristin and the kids before they move to Oregon in June, so Cristin the kids and I had lunch yesterday @ Red Robin. We have to go for the kid friendly places. It works out great since I work from home on Fridays, Cristin is able to swing by after picking Valen up from school and off we go! Calleigh is all personality right now and loves her food! She gets that from her dad - do not mess with her when she is hungry or has food in front of her!  Yesterday it was all about the cheese pizza (after she ate an entire basket of fries all by herself!). The picture attached is the final result - I LOVE THIS PHOTO! LOL !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-2836985217121385444?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/2836985217121385444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=2836985217121385444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2836985217121385444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2836985217121385444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2010/04/pizza-face.html' title='Pizza Face!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9MgSlAYsaI/AAAAAAAAAMw/hxB2H3SWQts/s72-c/2010_0423Misc0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-7099347404976343722</id><published>2010-04-22T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T13:30:02.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really?  September was the last post?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9Cxr1fCYDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0gEHJPjPL-g/s1600/DSC_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9Cxr1fCYDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0gEHJPjPL-g/s200/DSC_0130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463061714650161202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9CxrTqlbFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bKSmueeXAJY/s1600/DSC00022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9CxrTqlbFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bKSmueeXAJY/s200/DSC00022.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463061705571789906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9CxqG8avYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XuKRD7tzKfQ/s1600/with+3+of+4+grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9CxqG8avYI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/XuKRD7tzKfQ/s200/with+3+of+4+grandkids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463061684977057154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow - where has the last 6 months gone?   First there was the crazy 50th birthday celebration(s) in October - then of course came the holidays - before you knew it, it was pilot season here at work again, oh, and don't forget the water main leak disaster at the house, UGH!!!!   I want more time!   Will I blink, be 65 and decide I am now too tired to do all the things I want to do?  I SAY NO!  Chad, Cristin and the kids are moving to Ashland, Oregon in June, my sister and her husband are moving out to Beaumont in August, Cory and Amber are getting married a year from June and I will NOT sit at home and wish my life away.&lt;br /&gt;Let's see now - going to New York in two weeks with Becke, can't wait!  This summer Denny is scouting in New Orleans, Memphis and Nashville . . .  New Orleans and Memphis here I come!  Taking Kisha with me, her first trip without the kids and hubby.  I am looking forward to spending time with my "daughter" - God provides the things in life we need and we both "needed" this relationship, she may not physically be mine but I could not love her anymore than I do.  Her and I at Graceland should be a riot!  Can't wait to bring home cheesey Elvis souvenirs!&lt;br /&gt;Calleigh turned 2 the beginning of the month and really is just too cute for words these days!&lt;br /&gt;Attaching a couple of random photos from the last few months  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-7099347404976343722?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/7099347404976343722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=7099347404976343722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/7099347404976343722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/7099347404976343722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2010/04/really-september-was-last-post.html' title='Really?  September was the last post?'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/S9Cxr1fCYDI/AAAAAAAAAMo/0gEHJPjPL-g/s72-c/DSC_0130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-1668110550004752226</id><published>2009-09-26T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T09:18:12.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does the time go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-sbudMpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZOow2NWnsMk/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-sbudMpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZOow2NWnsMk/s200/DSC_0024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385811137459466898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-ryDvoSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fwyncp0mOl8/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-ryDvoSI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fwyncp0mOl8/s200/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385811126274466082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-gpunEjI/AAAAAAAAALI/59jVm5D2GHU/s1600-h/DSC_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-gpunEjI/AAAAAAAAALI/59jVm5D2GHU/s200/DSC_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385810935059780146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-gAKqU7I/AAAAAAAAALA/tmgRkbZu0Js/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-gAKqU7I/AAAAAAAAALA/tmgRkbZu0Js/s200/DSC_0027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385810923903144882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-fg_Y2OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uOfejgWIPUU/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-fg_Y2OI/AAAAAAAAAK4/uOfejgWIPUU/s200/DSC_0028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385810915534362850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-fMSHkiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f30i1daRAZo/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-fMSHkiI/AAAAAAAAAKw/f30i1daRAZo/s200/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385810909975777826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-eunzYGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ETJeQvha2mg/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-eunzYGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ETJeQvha2mg/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385810902013665378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two months since my last post - unacceptable! So much has been going on which is why I am so behind! The grand kids spent a week with us the end of July and two weeks ago we were in New Orleans to celebrate my daughter in laws 30th Birthday, but more on those later.&lt;br /&gt;It is officially fall and since it is my favorite season I am very happy. Of course here in So.Cal. we officially have different seasons from the rest of the country - we have moved into "fire" season. Anyway fall/fire season brings my favorite holiday Halloween. Already done with my crafting projects for this year so I thought I would share the Halloween Banners I created this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-1668110550004752226?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/1668110550004752226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=1668110550004752226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/1668110550004752226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/1668110550004752226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-does-time-go.html' title='Where does the time go!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sr4-sbudMpI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZOow2NWnsMk/s72-c/DSC_0024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-591751193538729917</id><published>2009-07-16T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T18:56:22.235-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Michael's in Folsom, CA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aNWTfToI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8PMrq33GtbA/s1600-h/Folsom+Michael%27s+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aNWTfToI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8PMrq33GtbA/s200/Folsom+Michael%27s+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359242004454657666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aGrWo9-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/jAwlF-uWbow/s1600-h/Folsom+Michael%27s+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aGrWo9-I/AAAAAAAAAJY/jAwlF-uWbow/s200/Folsom+Michael%27s+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359241889845934050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aGeD_b2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/s4m4PVx25yI/s1600-h/Folsom+Michael%27s+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aGeD_b2I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/s4m4PVx25yI/s200/Folsom+Michael%27s+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359241886278053730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as promised here are the pictures of the new Michael's in Folsom, CA. Now I am going to have to start browsing to see if there is a new store around these parts! This store could definitely spoil you for all the others!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-591751193538729917?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/591751193538729917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=591751193538729917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/591751193538729917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/591751193538729917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-michaels-in-folsom-ca.html' title='New Michael&apos;s in Folsom, CA'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Sl_aNWTfToI/AAAAAAAAAJo/8PMrq33GtbA/s72-c/Folsom+Michael%27s+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-7647423451046977061</id><published>2009-07-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:21:00.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flip Flop Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SmHoHZAED9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/f5SMBOr1zog/s1600-h/Flip+Flop+Fun+2009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SmHoHZAED9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/f5SMBOr1zog/s200/Flip+Flop+Fun+2009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359820245215481810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you all know Denny and I were in Orangevale over the July 4th holiday to spend time with the kids. One of my special little moments was crafting with Kajah. Kisha and I were fortunate enough to have a girls only night out the day before we left as Den was only able to secure 3 additional tickets to the Sacramento Rivercats Baseball game with the big fireworks extravaganza following. What a shame Kisha and I were left behind (WooHoo!) We went to see a chick flick (The Proposal), a little shopping and dinner - the evening was wonderful! Our shopping consisted of a stop at the brand new Michael's in Folsom - just telling you scrapbookers if ever in the area you MUST go! Will blog that info separately with pictures!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we went in to find some crafts for Kajah and in general just to check out the store. Michael's always has these great projects for kids - a summer savior for parents! We bought a plain pair of pink flip flops, self-adhesive jewels and foam flowers. The next day we sat down at the table and let Kajah go at it - with a little help from grandma of course, and had the best time! Kajah was completely tickled with her flip flops - Kisha and I thought they turned out so cute we might actually decorate a pair for ourselves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-7647423451046977061?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/7647423451046977061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=7647423451046977061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/7647423451046977061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/7647423451046977061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/07/flip-flop-fun.html' title='Flip Flop Fun!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SmHoHZAED9I/AAAAAAAAAJw/f5SMBOr1zog/s72-c/Flip+Flop+Fun+2009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-6994879857367779969</id><published>2009-06-29T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:03:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She just makes me happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Skk58f2MncI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NfYcbfoq1II/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Skk58f2MncI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NfYcbfoq1II/s200/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352873343610297794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just have to share what I think is one of the cutest stories ever about Kajah (my Granddaughter). This week I am flying up to Sacramento to join Denny who is coming over from Vegas on one of his scouting trips. The real purpose of my trip is to get to spend with Eric, Kisha, Tyler and Kajah!&lt;br /&gt;So last night while trying to survive the weekend heat wave (the air conditioner is on the blink and the earliest someone is coming out is Wednesday morning!) I got a phone call from Kajah. Keep in mind this child is only 9. Her first question was when was I arriving. I told her I was arriving later in the day on Wednesday and then she wanted to confirm what day it currently was (Geez I miss summer vacation and never knowing what day it was because it didn't matter!). I told her it was Sunday and that I would be there soon. She replied with "I wish it was Tuesday already!". I asked if she meant Wednesday because then I would be there - to which she replied "No I mean Tuesday - that way I get to try to go to sleep excited because you will be here the next day!". OMG!!!! I could not love that little girl more! She then went on to discuss the plans she was making for us, apparently we are going to the Jelly Belly Factory. Can't wait to scrapbook that one!&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least she asked how old Papa was (as yesterday was Denny's birthday), after I told her she asked if I could tell Papa something for her "Papa your an old man!". Denny was not as entertained as I was when I relayed her message, go figure!&lt;br /&gt;You never know what she is going to say and I love it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-6994879857367779969?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/6994879857367779969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=6994879857367779969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/6994879857367779969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/6994879857367779969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/06/she-just-makes-me-happy.html' title='She just makes me happy!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/Skk58f2MncI/AAAAAAAAAIg/NfYcbfoq1II/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-3813470470627440128</id><published>2009-06-13T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:16:29.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrW7Z3KDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EvbJYHdG7Yg/s1600-h/DSC_0099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrW7Z3KDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EvbJYHdG7Yg/s200/DSC_0099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016699243079730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrW-uTRaI/AAAAAAAAAII/hfHu0vJmpIw/s1600-h/DSC_0131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrW-uTRaI/AAAAAAAAAII/hfHu0vJmpIw/s200/DSC_0131.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016700134114722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrWjFyoTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IAsyxeUPkmU/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrWjFyoTI/AAAAAAAAAIA/IAsyxeUPkmU/s200/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016692716446002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrWTNi0iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rBB595X4hBY/s1600-h/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrWTNi0iI/AAAAAAAAAH4/rBB595X4hBY/s200/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016688453997090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrWAVGDrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k5zGqr85zJU/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrWAVGDrI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k5zGqr85zJU/s200/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347016683385392818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Valen turns 5 next weekend, and I can't believe how fast the time has gone. When I walked in to the house today, he informed me he was no longer a little boy - he is now a man!&lt;br /&gt;Today he had a birthday party for all the kids from his class - I believe Cristin invited 24 kids - 15 showed up! That is a very large group of 4 to 5 year olds! I of course was the official party photographer. And of course Cristin had everything planned out perfectly. The party was scheduled from 2 to 4 - and at 4 on the dot, it was over!. The theme this year was Scooby Doo, Valen's favorite cartoon of the moment. It turned out great considering how hard it was to find anything with Scooby on it. Cristin used the monsters, etc. in the theme, so she made lots of bats to hang, some ghosts and a small graveyard, and she drew a Scooby by hand for "Feed Scooby a Scooby Snack" (pin the tail on the donkey). The kids all had a great time, of course the best part was the pinata - shaped like a bat. It was stuffed with candy and small toys/trinkets and the kids loved it!&lt;br /&gt;By the time Valen was opening gifts he was starting to get tired and feeling slightly overwhelmed. Considering how all the kids were swarming on him trying to help him open his presents he held it together really well, but as soon as everyone left he went right into his room to play by himself and have some down time. Maybe not quite yet a man after all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-3813470470627440128?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/3813470470627440128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=3813470470627440128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/3813470470627440128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/3813470470627440128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/06/turning-5.html' title='Turning 5'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SjRrW7Z3KDI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/EvbJYHdG7Yg/s72-c/DSC_0099.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-3084130546948301923</id><published>2009-05-25T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T10:04:09.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calleigh's 1st Birthday Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUwYPTUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CTEiIVyNRys/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUwYPTUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CTEiIVyNRys/s200/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339808263692045634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUv3v_yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CZ5Ya1VAZEA/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUv3v_yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/CZ5Ya1VAZEA/s200/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339808263555776290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUeFLRVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/v4ZluOFyd0Y/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUeFLRVI/AAAAAAAAAG4/v4ZluOFyd0Y/s200/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339808258780251474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUJfAr-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Jc6HBJkjSg/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUJfAr-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/5Jc6HBJkjSg/s200/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339808253251465186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPTn97Y8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9wdccZ2RDF0/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPTn97Y8I/AAAAAAAAAGo/9wdccZ2RDF0/s200/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339808244254335938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a keepsake for Cristin I always make a small book from the birthday party.  Partly as a memory book and partly so Cristin can see what she missed while busy being the perfect hostess and making sure everything runs smoothly.  These are just a few of the pages within the book.  I am very proud of the way this book turned out, and Cristin was thrilled!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-3084130546948301923?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/3084130546948301923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=3084130546948301923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/3084130546948301923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/3084130546948301923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/05/calleighs-1st-birthday-book.html' title='Calleigh&apos;s 1st Birthday Book'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShrPUwYPTUI/AAAAAAAAAHI/CTEiIVyNRys/s72-c/DSC_0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-9212585052866770411</id><published>2009-05-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T10:50:30.828-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek The Musical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShBNfR7WxII/AAAAAAAAAGg/OqAc6tKrOls/s1600-h/Shrek+page+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShBNfR7WxII/AAAAAAAAAGg/OqAc6tKrOls/s200/Shrek+page+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336850758217680002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShBNe15J3iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AzGTecgocCw/s1600-h/Shrek+page+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShBNe15J3iI/AAAAAAAAAGY/AzGTecgocCw/s200/Shrek+page+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336850750692253218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you know me at all you know I am just short of being OBSESSED with musical theatre, and thanks to my job, I get to travel to New York a couple of times a year.&lt;br /&gt;I listen to Broadway's Best on my satellite radio and in March - the sound track for "Shrek The Musical" was being released. The week before it was released they previewed the entire soundtrack and had interviews with the cast, etc. I downloaded it as soon as it was available and played it and played it and played it! It is so funny and clever. So when I found out I was going to be making another trip to NY the end of April, it was the number one thing on my list to do - and I was bound and determined to have enough free time this trip to go!&lt;br /&gt;My dear friend Kathleen (who lives in New York) obtained a coupon and purchased us tickets for the show. I could hardly wait! Kathleen was looking forward to it as a friend of hers is in the show. John Tartaglia plays Pinocchio in the show. John is an unbelievably talented person. I first saw John on Broadway in Avenue Q, where he played/puppeteered the roles of Princeton and Rod. He was nominated for a Tony for that performance. You may know him (if you have very small children) from the Disney Channel. He was the Creator/Executive Producer and star of the children's show "Johnny and the Sprites". Kathleen was the Accountant on that show and that is how her and John became friends.&lt;br /&gt;The show itself was everything I had hoped for and more!  Christopher Sieber who plays Lord Farquaad plays the show on his knees! You have to see it in person, hilarious! Anyway after the show, Kathleen and I did something I have never done before. We went to the stage door to wait for the cast as they departed. I have never been comfortable doing this - but this may now have all changed! I ended getting my Playbill signed by all five of the main cast members and my picture taken with Brian D'Arcy James (Shrek), Daniel Breaker (Donkey) and of course John! John was so excited to see Kathleen he just jumped in and gave her a huge hug, and he thought we had met before and I also received a giant hug before he even realized we were strangers! That did not stop him, when Kathleen formally introduced us, I got another huge hug! What a doll! The three of us talked for a bit, while other fans patiently waited for their turns at autographs and pictures. John is honestly one of the sweetest people I have ever met - so funny and genuine. This whole experience truly gave me a night at the theatre that I will never forget!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-9212585052866770411?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/9212585052866770411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=9212585052866770411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/9212585052866770411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/9212585052866770411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/05/shrek-musical.html' title='Shrek The Musical'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ShBNfR7WxII/AAAAAAAAAGg/OqAc6tKrOls/s72-c/Shrek+page+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-4639853283113850655</id><published>2009-04-25T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:53:12.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpwCOJQKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wnL9VtFXH-A/s1600-h/Our+Garden+Fairy+4-4-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 195px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpwCOJQKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wnL9VtFXH-A/s200/Our+Garden+Fairy+4-4-09.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328719058060263586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpv7mrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HZetcQZmLcw/s1600-h/DSCN0585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpv7mrQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGI/HZetcQZmLcw/s200/DSCN0585.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328719056284107762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpvvs4SOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7YCV3eQLOuw/s1600-h/DSC_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpvvs4SOI/AAAAAAAAAGA/7YCV3eQLOuw/s200/DSC_0186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328719053088901346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it happened, our baby girl celebrated her first birthday on April 1st. Cristin as usual did a great job with the party. The theme was a Carnival and Cristin did a great job. The invitation included "admit one" tickets, there was popcorn, peanuts and carnival games for the kids. Every kid had a great time because as they played the games they earned tickets which they got to turn in at the end of the party for prizes to fill up their goodie bags. Huge success!&lt;br /&gt;Eric, Kisha and the kids came down for the weekend and we really did have the best time. I love having all the kids home. It just makes it hard when they have to leave. Hopefully it won't be to long before the next visit.&lt;br /&gt;One of the best parts was having Janine (bff) there with all the family. When the party wound down her and I jetted off for some down time and dinner. The kids had another birthday to go to and Denny of course had a game. A little sanity in a crazy weekend :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-4639853283113850655?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/4639853283113850655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=4639853283113850655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4639853283113850655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4639853283113850655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/04/birthday-girl.html' title='The Birthday Girl'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SfNpwCOJQKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/wnL9VtFXH-A/s72-c/Our+Garden+Fairy+4-4-09.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-1278740530584335848</id><published>2009-03-20T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T21:01:39.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When life gives you lemons . . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ScRmlksWgaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/g7qvuhC_ius/s1600-h/Furlough+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ScRmlksWgaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/g7qvuhC_ius/s200/Furlough+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315486255894921634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ScRmlNU7qZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VCtVw6O0r_U/s1600-h/Furlough+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ScRmlNU7qZI/AAAAAAAAAFw/VCtVw6O0r_U/s200/Furlough+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315486249622677906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know the state of California is having some budget issues. Based on this most state employees are now forced to take two days a month without pay. Now some people would be angry or fight this, but not my Kisha. On her first forced furlough day (the kids were out of school), her and the kids packed a picnic, picked up Eric and headed over to the park during his lunch hour. They were lucky enough to have a rare warm day in February and took full advantage. The kids had a blast playing on the swing set, and the best part was - they basically had the whole park to themselves. Kisha reminds me to always make the most of every of every opportunity/situation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-1278740530584335848?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/1278740530584335848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=1278740530584335848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/1278740530584335848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/1278740530584335848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title='When life gives you lemons . . . .'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/ScRmlksWgaI/AAAAAAAAAF4/g7qvuhC_ius/s72-c/Furlough+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-4917263075709509787</id><published>2009-03-05T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:05:59.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts on my mom . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLoIEN_PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/InU6TeoaMDs/s1600-h/File0828.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLoIEN_PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/InU6TeoaMDs/s200/File0828.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309827113401842930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLn9k2K-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e1ndleY4bCI/s1600-h/File0880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLn9k2K-I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e1ndleY4bCI/s200/File0880.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309827110585904098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLnRwckpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kIP6D6-XrZ4/s1600-h/File0742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLnRwckpI/AAAAAAAAAFI/kIP6D6-XrZ4/s200/File0742.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309827098823398034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month marks the 15th anniversary of my mother's passing. Also this month, if she were still alive she would turn 68. Yes, my mother passed away two weeks shy of her 53rd birhtday.&lt;br /&gt;     I was 34 when she died and too wrapped up in my own life (raising 3 boys for starters) to have taken the time to get to know her as a person.  Not to say it would have been easy, I am born and raised in Southern California and have lived in Orange County for the last 29 years - she moved back to southern Georgia when I was 17.  We never had a close relationship (usually strained would be a better word) and this is part of the reason for this entry - kind of a therapy session for myself.&lt;br /&gt;     My mom was the youngest of 4 children and grew up very poor in rural southern Georgia.  She dropped out of school after the 9th grade at 14 years old and then met and married my father at 17.  My father was in the Navy and stationed in Georgia where she was working in a diner (I can hear a tune from the 80's in here somewhere) that he and his friends happened to visit.  My father took her back to California as soon as his tour of duty was up and I came along 11 months after they were married, my mother was 18 at the time.  My brother came along 14 months later, so she was almost 20 with two kids and a long way from home.&lt;br /&gt;     I think my mom was homesick from the time she left Georgia.  She also deeply missed her mother as for most of her life it had been mostly just the two of them, her father having suffered a massive stroke and being an invalid from the time she was very young.  Then her mother passed away when I was 6, not long after my sister was born.  This among other things helped lend a hand to a strain on my parents marriage.&lt;br /&gt;     My parents divorced when I was 16 and sadly my mom was shocked and unprepared when it happened.  The details are not pleasant at best so they are going to be completely skipped over.  My father had taken care of everything in our lives, finances, etc.  My mother had never really worked and basically had no education.  Now she was 34 (how ironic I was the same age when she died) with three children and no idea of how to support herself.  This lent itself to about a year and half of her struggling trying to keep it together and me being the bitchy teenager at the time would tell you not doing a good job of it.  It was all too much for her and my brother and sister went to live with our dad.  A short time later under heated words and with much anger between us my mom packed up and moved back to her hometown, I also then went to live with my dad.&lt;br /&gt;     I saw my mother only once between then and her getting sick.  I was 21 and had only been dating Denny for a short time.  For the next 13 years we would only talk periodically and I spent a lot of time and wasted energy being angry.  Purposely tried to make myself into the exact opposite of her (at least who I thought she was).  Vowed I would never be in a position where I could not take care of myself financially - tried to be the perfect mom - taught myself to cook - learned to sew and made Halloween costume's from scratch, etc. etc. etc.   Thankfully somewhere along the way I learned to accept her for who she was before it was too late.  Sure she was never going to be the perfect mom I had wanted her to be, but she was my mother and amazingly enough, human just like the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;     Sometimes it takes seeing someone through other people's eyes to really see them.  Her friends dearly loved her, they thought she was funny and kind.  Maybe they felt the need to protect and take care of her.  Even I could see the somewhat fragile, scared person that circumstance and time had made her into.&lt;br /&gt;    So after all these years here is what I know.  For as hard as I tried I am probably more like her than I still care to admit.  I got my love for horror movies and Halloween from her (probably not a good idea to let your small children watch horror movies on TV!)  She loved all kinds of music.  She cried like he was a family member when Elvis died.  She loved old movies and musicals (funny, the same things I love).  I have fond memories of wearing her old party dresses and reading old issues of Movie Time magazine.  She was not a hip dresser when I was in high school, but now when I look back at pictures I can appreciate she wore vintage (although to her this was out of necessity and simply called old clothes) and looked great in it -wish I could pull that off!  She was fierce when it came to sticking up for her kids when we were young.  The list could go on but lastly that she loved me and was proud of who I was and what I had accomplished.  I wish I had more time, and to tell her again that I loved her also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-4917263075709509787?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/4917263075709509787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=4917263075709509787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4917263075709509787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4917263075709509787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-thoughts-on-my-mom.html' title='Random thoughts on my mom . . .'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SbBLoIEN_PI/AAAAAAAAAFY/InU6TeoaMDs/s72-c/File0828.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-950801784966699943</id><published>2008-12-29T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:05:43.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SVsmhbRJxUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vT9IFcOdt-s/s1600-h/DSCN1152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SVsmhbRJxUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vT9IFcOdt-s/s200/DSCN1152.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285860943346648386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SVsmg0rZySI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KdcO0Ce4WIU/s1600-h/Oct.+%2769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SVsmg0rZySI/AAAAAAAAAEw/KdcO0Ce4WIU/s200/Oct.+%2769.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285860932987767074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been taking a little journey of self discovery lately and loving every minute of it!&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 my parents bought their first house in Rialto, CA - in what we now call the I.E. (Inland Empire) and where I could not wait to move away from when I was 17!. The best thing about that house was the fact that a single mom and her two daughters moved in right next door right around the same time we did. The crazy thing about these two girls was they shared the exact same birthday two years apart (but polar opposites)! Patty is a year older than me and Christy a year younger (our birthdays are all in the fall). Now Patty being older was way too cool and did not have much tolerance for Christy and I, thankfully we met Karol who lived on the next block and the three of us were pretty much inseparable from the time I was 10 through 17. A lot happened around that time - my parents got divorced when I was 16, my first serious boyfriend, Karol's family moved, etc. Anyways - we were still together for about the next year or so, but nothing like our childhood, and then as these things sometimes happen I just lost touch with them. Completely my own fault, self absorbed, starting a family, very active boys, work alcoholic - I have an excuse for all of it. Between 20 and 39 no contact at all. I often wondered where they were and what they were doing, and then one day out of the blue in 2000 (while at work) I received a phone call from Christy. Seems Denny (always more resourceful than me) went to a reunion site - contacted the person heading up Christy's 20 year High School Reunion who sent Christy a letter on his behalf, and there we were after all these years making excited plans to see each other again. Turns out Christy lives about 20 minutes from where I work - how crazy is that? So we make plans for her to stop by my office . . . . where she completely surprises me by bringing Karol!&lt;br /&gt;More craziness - Karol lives in Huntington Beach - 20 minutes from my house! &lt;br /&gt;Christy and I both married young (exact same Anniversary even!) and have three boys. Karol held out and married later and has a daughter (Erika)- now 12, who is pretty much her spitting image!&lt;br /&gt;Well we still do not see each other as often as I would like (once again my fault as Christy and Karol have been close friends forever with no gaps!), so it is always such a treat when I get to see them. One such occasion was the Saturday before Christmas. Christy had to be in Newport with Joe, her youngest son - which is also where her sister Patty lives, so she decided to spend the night at Karol's. The perfect excuse for a girl's dinner! It was the three of us - Joe, Erika, Karol's mom and Patty who came by later. I have not seen Karol's mom or Patty since High School! I had the best time! I stayed until midnight, and if not for the fact that we are no longer the girls who could stay up all night talking and making crazy plans for our futures I easily could have talked for hours more!&lt;br /&gt;Having friends who knew you as a young girl can be scary and enlightening all at the same time. Karol is completely insightful where I am concerned somehow. She makes comments about my childhood and how it molded me as an adult that I have never thought about or connected. Perfect example "I am not surprised you work in the Entertainment Industry as an adult, when we were kids and you would spend the night we would be watching old movies on the TV, I would fall asleep only to wake up and find you still sitting there glued to the movie until it ended - you loved them!"&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty sure if I really needed (or wanted) to figure out the basis of any of my faults (yes, I admit I have faults!), I could ask Karol and she could pinpoint the exact moment from my childhood that something happened that would correlate!&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I discovered about having been best friends as kids is that different personalities as adults has no bearing on our friendship. Karol the tomboy, Christy the low key, easy going one and then me, the high maintenance girly girl (also known as a total pain in the ass). I know that if I met these two as adults we would not have had enough in common to form a relationship - and I have learned that would be a terrible waste and a shame. I cannot imagine how different my life would have turned out if not for these two amazing people I am proud to call my friends. Next step in my journey is to not label people I have just met. Every person is unique and special to someone. Also to spend more time with Christy and Karol!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-950801784966699943?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/950801784966699943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=950801784966699943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/950801784966699943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/950801784966699943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/12/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SVsmhbRJxUI/AAAAAAAAAE4/vT9IFcOdt-s/s72-c/DSCN1152.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-9147282860482509049</id><published>2008-12-07T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:17:42.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first slumber party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxsCXqu-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mAItC4cYh74/s1600-h/2008_1207Misc0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxsCXqu-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mAItC4cYh74/s200/2008_1207Misc0220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277288233479879650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxrjPaE7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSrw1jK3WYo/s1600-h/2008_1207Misc0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxrjPaE7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/qSrw1jK3WYo/s200/2008_1207Misc0174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277288225123734450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxrO3xyjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLmqkvZLeF8/s1600-h/2008_1207Misc0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxrO3xyjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/CLmqkvZLeF8/s200/2008_1207Misc0107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277288219655916082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay not actually mine (I never had one growing up) but my 9 year old granddaughters, and happy to report I held up much better than I anticipated I would.&lt;br /&gt;Having raised all boys I had missed out on the tradition of the birthday party sleepover - boys "camp out" or "have a few friends over", a completely different event.&lt;br /&gt;Kajah's birthday was actually last Saturday, but as it usually falls on Thanksgiving weekend her sleepover was moved to this past Saturday, Dec. 6th. My daughter (in-law to be technical) last year had 8 girls and declared this year that was two too many, so it was 5 plus Kajah. Since it is year end at work I have been crazy busy so I was not able to fly up (they live outside of Sacramento) until late Friday - did not get to the house until about midnight. We were up early Saturday morning as we had a ton of things to do to get ready, pick up last minute groceries, get balloons filled, etc. Kajah decided on a Luau themed party - nothing like a luau in December? - did I mention she is 9? The drop off time was 6 pm, and the girls had about an hour of junk food and playing on their own before we officially kicked off activities. For her Luau Kajah wanted a nacho bar ( it was her party and she will eat what she wants to), so Kisha at least made fruit kabobs to try to keep within the theme of the evening. Nachos and fruit were a huge success. After eating we moved onto the games - and this is where we totally scored (in our opinion anyway), we had hula hoop and limbo contests. I assure you nothing wears a bunch of girls out like a hula hoop contest, and we had two rounds of each one! I was the official "activities director" and of course our activity of the evening was a mini-scrapbook in a tin. I have to say I was a little nervous but the girls loved it and were all very proud of their projects - I think one of the highlights was they discovered double stick tape (tape runners) for the first time and were thrilled with them, and equally excited that they got to take them home with them. We printed out pictures of the girls I took during the earlier part of the evening and these were there keepsakes from the party. Between the games and the project the girls were worn out and so they ended up having birthday cupcakes in their sleeping bags before we started movies, they actually never got past the first one. After cupcakes they all laid down and we started the movie at 11:30. 4 of the 6 girls were sound asleep within the first 15 minutes, and the last two did not make it through the movie either! Of course they woke up a little after 6, but really not bad - we thought they would be up so much later than they were. Pick up time was 10:00 this morning and then I only had about another half hour before I had to leave for the airport myself. Everyone survived and as the last girls left Kisha asked if I was available same time next year :) I think I had as much fun as my granddaughter did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-9147282860482509049?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/9147282860482509049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=9147282860482509049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/9147282860482509049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/9147282860482509049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-first-slumber-party.html' title='My first slumber party'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/STyxsCXqu-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/mAItC4cYh74/s72-c/2008_1207Misc0220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-4308522587638204986</id><published>2008-11-18T13:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:59:48.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Moly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SSM6smC2eNI/AAAAAAAAADg/DZWJSG5M498/s1600-h/Misc+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SSM6smC2eNI/AAAAAAAAADg/DZWJSG5M498/s200/Misc+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270120526754773202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the holidays and time is flying WAY TOO FAST!  Really - I have not had the time to post in over a month!  Unacceptable!  The problem is October, November, December aside from the holidays are the busiest and happiest months of the year for me.  There are all the birthday's - holiday decorating - change in weather (well okay maybe not here in So.Cal) - and I am actually keeping that promise to scrapbook for me, but not much free time!&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that as of the end of October I started celebrating the last year of my forties!  I am keeping an actual journal (which has never lasted more than three entries in my entire life) and I am having fun just jotting down everyday things as well as random facts about me, i.e. - right now I love the song "Love Me Dead" by Ludo - my husband thinks I have somehow had and survived a stroke!   I hope when someone finds and reads it 49 years from now they see a true snapshot of who I really am.  My mom passed away when I was 34 - I would give anything to be able to have random thoughts and tidbits of wisdom from her, I don't think a daughter ever gets over losing her mentor and role model.&lt;br /&gt;Okay enough of that - don't really have time to travel down that road today!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-4308522587638204986?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/4308522587638204986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=4308522587638204986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4308522587638204986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4308522587638204986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/11/holy-moly.html' title='Holy Moly!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SSM6smC2eNI/AAAAAAAAADg/DZWJSG5M498/s72-c/Misc+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-1351556511704263784</id><published>2008-10-11T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T10:55:34.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not enought hours in the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SPDoW9UtCcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0x8MFyuDreY/s1600-h/Street+Fair+2008+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SPDoW9UtCcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0x8MFyuDreY/s200/Street+Fair+2008+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255956246257535426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SPDoXde12bI/AAAAAAAAADY/P7466jGFGLk/s1600-h/Street+Fair+2008+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SPDoXde12bI/AAAAAAAAADY/P7466jGFGLk/s200/Street+Fair+2008+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255956254889990578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to get everything done I would like to do. However I did manager to finish a layout this week and it is almost current (only off by a month!). I have decided to commit myself to working on MY scrapping every week - which means for ME. I am famous for creating things that are for other people and/or gifts, and I have very little of my own stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that it is Saturday and the Dodgers are down 2-0 to the Phillies. They better pull out the game tomorrow or they will be swept the same way they swept the Cubs last week! Won't even go into detail (yet) of how unhappy Denny was during that game and how much fun my dad and I were having!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-1351556511704263784?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/1351556511704263784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=1351556511704263784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/1351556511704263784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/1351556511704263784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-enought-hours-in-day.html' title='Not enought hours in the day'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SPDoW9UtCcI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0x8MFyuDreY/s72-c/Street+Fair+2008+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-2462616968306299667</id><published>2008-10-03T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T10:38:23.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally October!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDCZVeOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WqKV7zqsOGU/s1600-h/2008_0925Misc0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDCZVeOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WqKV7zqsOGU/s200/2008_0925Misc0030.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252982824580249826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDTk1SLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qp9w-oqfAJU/s1600-h/2008_0925Misc0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDTk1SLI/AAAAAAAAADA/Qp9w-oqfAJU/s200/2008_0925Misc0029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252982829191874738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDWUbySI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y_QvFKeC3_Q/s1600-h/2008_0925Misc0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDWUbySI/AAAAAAAAADI/Y_QvFKeC3_Q/s200/2008_0925Misc0044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252982829928401186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could not be happier, it is time for the Halloween decorations to go up (although since Denny has been out of town I was able to start a week ago)! Most of the projects are finished and already given out, just a few more things to work on. &lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to see that M&amp;M's came in a new Halloween color scheme this year. Prior years it has always just been orange and black but now we have "Monster Mash"! They have added green and purple to the mix - I love it!&lt;br /&gt;October also means baseball is almost over. The rivalry in the house has gotten very ugly in the last week. We all know my side of the family are devoted Dodger fans, when my Grandpa passed away the two things I took were his Brooklyn Dodger Pennant and the transistor radio he listened to the games on. Now that being said I am very torn during the first round of the playoffs. Denny of course works for the Cubs . . . and I truly do want to see them make it through for his sake and to lift the curse of all those long suffering fans, but now that the Dodgers are up two games I can't help but be a little excited. Denny, my dad and myself are all going to the game @ Dodger stadium tomorrow night. My did will be so tickled if the Dodgers sweep. I personally would like to see the series go at least until Sunday so Cory and Amber can go to the game on Sunday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-2462616968306299667?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/2462616968306299667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=2462616968306299667' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2462616968306299667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2462616968306299667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-finally-october.html' title='It&apos;s Finally October!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SOZYDCZVeOI/AAAAAAAAAC4/WqKV7zqsOGU/s72-c/2008_0925Misc0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-7550452584904520686</id><published>2008-09-14T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:42:23.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate summer colds!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SM3Yssc9WBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GlTczgn5YA8/s1600-h/DSC_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SM3Yssc9WBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GlTczgn5YA8/s200/DSC_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246087403314960402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SM3Ys02uGII/AAAAAAAAACw/_tqEVTXoTCo/s1600-h/DSCN0407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SM3Ys02uGII/AAAAAAAAACw/_tqEVTXoTCo/s200/DSCN0407.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246087405570496642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should know better . . . Valen started pre-school on Wednesday, Sept 3rd, by Sunday he had a cold and since I had spent the day trying to get a family photo so he would have one for his class room, I had it by Tuesday night. Now of course he was over it in a few days no worse for wear - not so true for me. Wednesday I knew I was going down for the count and worked late anyway, Thursday and Friday were spent home in bed (thankfully I work from home on Fridays anyway)! I never even got out of bed Thursday! Had a regular doctor appointment on Friday afternoon and he gave me a prescription for antibiotics in case it was not better by Sunday. Friday night ended up being the worst of it - I did not sleep at all, up every couple of hours with that horrible post-nasal drip cough that feels like you are hacking up a lung! Drugs were not even working at that point. Saturday I went and stocked up on all new over-the-counter drugs and finally slept a solid seven hours Saturday night! Woke up this morning feeling at least human again - which meant I could run all my errands, do laundry and go to a Scrapbook class which I signed up for over a month ago!&lt;br /&gt;My scrapbook class was a Halloween project, great way to salvage my almost completely lost weekend.&lt;br /&gt;Also received some good news - Eric, Kisha and the kids are coming down for Thanksgiving! Kisha has already informed me I need to be up and out the door for the Christmas sales the day after Thanksgiving. I can't imagine I could actually get up @ 3:30 am for any other reason than to shop! Only two months away . . . where has this year gone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-7550452584904520686?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/7550452584904520686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=7550452584904520686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/7550452584904520686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/7550452584904520686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-hate-summer-colds.html' title='I hate summer colds!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SM3Yssc9WBI/AAAAAAAAACo/GlTczgn5YA8/s72-c/DSC_0038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-938417550185503911</id><published>2008-09-01T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T11:53:38.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLw5b2ggRWI/AAAAAAAAACY/oPer9mDNR9M/s1600-h/in+line+for+a+quesidilla+-+last+stop+of+the+fair+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLw5b2ggRWI/AAAAAAAAACY/oPer9mDNR9M/s200/in+line+for+a+quesidilla+-+last+stop+of+the+fair+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241127217003513186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLw5cT-BmTI/AAAAAAAAACg/bBaXcQtlaIo/s1600-h/Teriyaki+-+his+favortie!+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLw5cT-BmTI/AAAAAAAAACg/bBaXcQtlaIo/s200/Teriyaki+-+his+favortie!+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241127224911960370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labor Day always means the end of another summer to me, even though Denny does not recognize it until Baseball ends!&lt;br /&gt;What a great four days off. Janine and I had a great time Friday @ Disneyland and can't wait to go back in both September and October now that she has her own annual pass!&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the kickoff of the Orange International Street Fair and of course we were there shortly after the it opened @ 5:00. The first stop of course was Ginza for Denny's beef Teriyaki strips - I think over the weekend he had about 15 of them!&lt;br /&gt;We were very happy to learn that Rod's Liquor was going to be open again this year after they had it closed last year. It's not that we drink that much (actually this is only one of three times a year Denny will have more than one beer!), it's just that it is tradition - with a better selection (I don't drink beer) and better prices than the street vendors. I think Rod's being closed last year (and the fact that it was 110 degrees) really hurt the fair last year.&lt;br /&gt;Of course there were bratwursts, BBQ corn and the opportunity to see old friends we only see maybe once or twice a year. Cory tended bar at the Elk's Lodge on both Friday and Sunday nights so when it got too hot - too crowded and we needed a clean bathroom (no porta-potties!), we would head over to the lodge and take a break. Friday night @ the fair was spent with Becke &amp; George and Sunday with Steve &amp; Carol Leavitt.&lt;br /&gt;Now Monday has rolled around and it is time to get errands run, see the grandkids and get things in order to go back to work tomorrow - oh well.&lt;br /&gt;The end of summer is not so bad as it rolls right into my favorite season - FALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-938417550185503911?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/938417550185503911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=938417550185503911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/938417550185503911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/938417550185503911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/09/end-of-summer.html' title='the end of Summer'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLw5b2ggRWI/AAAAAAAAACY/oPer9mDNR9M/s72-c/in+line+for+a+quesidilla+-+last+stop+of+the+fair+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-4725046776969359250</id><published>2008-08-23T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T12:34:49.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A few moments of down time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLBmIAOi10I/AAAAAAAAACI/6eEwUvA8Iwg/s1600-h/Halloween+2007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237798654317877058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLBmIAOi10I/AAAAAAAAACI/6eEwUvA8Iwg/s200/Halloween+2007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been a completely crazy week @ work! I must have put in 70 hours in the last five days, mostly on budgets for shows that don't even exist yet. And I have to work making more changes tomorrow Sunday, UGH! - as though I could not think of better ways to spend the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very happy that Halloween decorations are in the stores. I have already completely stocked up for various projects I want to get done before the end of September. Some Halloween banners, decorated candy containers for the office and the house and surprise treats for the kids and my friends. Already starting to work on layouts for this year's batch of Halloween photos of the grandkids - can you now see that work is interferring with my spare time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Very much looking forward to next weekend - Labor Day. Four whole days off! Janine (bff) and I are going to Disneyland Friday morning (can't wait for lunch @ The Blue Bayou) since we need to be back at the house by 4:00 pm. The Orange International Street Fair kicks off @ 5:00 and heaven forbid Denny is not there when it opens! The only thing he looks more forward to during the year than the street fair is the night before Thanksgiving in Corona at the Wilkerson's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-4725046776969359250?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/4725046776969359250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=4725046776969359250' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4725046776969359250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/4725046776969359250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/08/few-moments-of-down-time.html' title='A few moments of down time'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SLBmIAOi10I/AAAAAAAAACI/6eEwUvA8Iwg/s72-c/Halloween+2007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-2754108704650087702</id><published>2008-08-08T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T16:14:49.475-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>Back to my normal (if there is such a thing) life . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SKDHz125hhI/AAAAAAAAABU/ifrBiZQWEEY/s1600-h/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233402460449113618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SKDHz125hhI/AAAAAAAAABU/ifrBiZQWEEY/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SKDH0h-dVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/a8gGvloHjWw/s1600-h/DSCN0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233402472291980978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SKDH0h-dVrI/AAAAAAAAABc/a8gGvloHjWw/s320/DSCN0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would never have quessed that after 8 days I would really not be ready to send the kids back home! I completely broke down after they were back on the plane and on the way back to their parents. There is obviously something wrong with me (and those of you thay know me too well can keep your snarkey comments to yourselves!)&lt;br /&gt;It was such a busy week, most of it even went according to plan! We went to Knott's Berry Farm - the O.C. Fair - the movies with thier cousin (Valen), took Kajah to see "Wicked" (Her first stage musical!), and even managed to get in a portrait setting with all four of the grandkids!&lt;br /&gt;If you asked them their favorite thing we did all week, it was the fair - we had a GREAT time! Fair food (highly reccomend the Totally Fried Oreo's!) - the exhibits (I could spend all day in the Visual Arts Bldg looking at the photography), and of course the carnival rides (thank goodness for unlimited ride wristbands on Tuesdays and Wednesday for $20!)! We had perfect weather and I was so thrilled to have both Denny and my BF Janine there too! Denny and Cory kept the kids over the carnival area so Janine and I could go explore the exhibits for awhile and then we releived them (Den and Cory left around 3:30) and had them the rest of the day - we did not leave the fair until 8:30 that night!&lt;br /&gt;The other excitment we had was Cory, the kids and I were all at Knott's Berry Farm when the Chino Hills earthquake hit @ 11:42 am on the 29th! Ty and Kajah had never been in an earthquake before. Cory and Ty were strapped into "Ghost Rider" (the large wooden rollercoaster) and seconds away from leaving the platform when it hit - scared poor Ty who was really not all that keen about going on the coaster anyway! It would not have been that bad if they then did not have to shut down every ride in the park for over an hour - children get very bored very quickly when they percieve "There is nothing to do!"&lt;br /&gt;The week went by very quickly and I hope we get to do this again next summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-2754108704650087702?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/2754108704650087702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=2754108704650087702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2754108704650087702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/2754108704650087702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-my-normal-if-there-is-such.html' title='Back to my normal (if there is such a thing) life . . .'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SKDHz125hhI/AAAAAAAAABU/ifrBiZQWEEY/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-3337081564234362798</id><published>2008-07-22T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T16:16:35.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well at least I have activities planned for the entire week</title><content type='html'>Tyler and Kajah are coming to spend 8 days with us for the first time without their parents.   I am excited and nervous at the same time.  I can't wait to have them here but Cory is almost 26 and I am a little out of practice when it comes to running full time with children.&lt;br /&gt;I hope after the week they remember this as one of the best vacations they have ever had.  There was nothing better than being the center of attention while spending time with my grandparents as a child - and I hope they feel the same way!&lt;br /&gt;It is so cute - Kisha is looking forward to down time without them, but on the other hand I can tell she is getting a little anxious.   Calling to remind me about sunscreen - making sure I have the list of what they will or won't eat, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck - I know I will need a vacation from my vacation to recoup after they go back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-3337081564234362798?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/3337081564234362798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=3337081564234362798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/3337081564234362798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/3337081564234362798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-at-least-i-have-activities-planned.html' title='Well at least I have activities planned for the entire week'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396047161421934830.post-6391980912179081458</id><published>2008-07-17T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T16:33:59.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't even keep a journal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SH_Wwz7_eGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fmrHFhBjZ_o/s1600-h/DSCN0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224130226836961378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SH_Wwz7_eGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fmrHFhBjZ_o/s200/DSCN0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So why do I think I will keep up a blog and really is anybody that interested in what I have to say? Maybe it will be easier for family and friends to keep tabs on me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was our 25th Wedding Anniversay which we spent in New York (I had to work for most of it but oh well). Had a great time as we saw four different Broadway shows in the 7 days we were there, my idea of heaven! We had dinner on our Anniversary at "The Twenty One Club". It was very nice as they gave us a table in a corner and then did not seat anyone next to us - not trying to sound anti-social, it just made it a little more romantic. 25 years, I still can't believe it myself and then I look at myself in the mirror and suddenly remember that yes, enough time has passed that I deserve those laugh lines around my eyes (I refuse to call them crow's feet).&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it, my first entry . . . I don't think it's too bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2396047161421934830-6391980912179081458?l=debidhh26.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/feeds/6391980912179081458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2396047161421934830&amp;postID=6391980912179081458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/6391980912179081458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2396047161421934830/posts/default/6391980912179081458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debidhh26.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-dont-even-keep-journal.html' title='I don&apos;t even keep a journal!'/><author><name>debidhh26</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15359450567132375146</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SiqN9IVkH9I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/jHhrYYHj_W0/S220/DSCN2158.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rbElXRM1hMg/SH_Wwz7_eGI/AAAAAAAAAAU/fmrHFhBjZ_o/s72-c/DSCN0040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
