tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36914733324408323732024-03-12T19:54:08.129-07:00Miss J & Co.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-37035679446319189582011-03-28T21:17:00.000-07:002011-03-28T22:02:51.554-07:00Just call me Franky Jane.<div style="text-align: center;">Can I be frank? My life for the past three weeks has been so ridiculously busy that the absolute last thing on earth I want to do is spend half an hour recapping why its been so ridiculously busy. Not that its been bad, we as a family have actually been really blessed with a lot of new opportunities and exciting little tidbits, but honestly yo, this girl be spent. So I'm skipping the blah blah blah and talking about something that makes my wee little heart flutter. Shall we?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aYTIiMDVg2pNoJB9H-Rg_x7C7A6uI01hwMYe2KGzfGqMnHwwjrkuZKAlsvSawW2-pMqztXMkXdjAXIlug9FS6UI2YUZnEV8kp3gZr4WX3bufcPrFVSCAZe5Owb4yIIX4WJ6MaUutflsk/s1600/small_frankie_2-2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aYTIiMDVg2pNoJB9H-Rg_x7C7A6uI01hwMYe2KGzfGqMnHwwjrkuZKAlsvSawW2-pMqztXMkXdjAXIlug9FS6UI2YUZnEV8kp3gZr4WX3bufcPrFVSCAZe5Owb4yIIX4WJ6MaUutflsk/s320/small_frankie_2-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589354239493112386" border="0" /></a>On a scale of 1 to 10 how much do you love these Sam Edelman shoes? Do you love them $179 kind of love? I did, but then I found them at TJMaxx for $20. Just call me a Maxanista. Don't act like you don't know the commersh. <span style="font-size:78%;">p.s. these shoes are called the "frankie" which I realized AFTER I title this post. fate? i vote yes.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilV0Hkafujhtq6i47C86jopFmePd1mZRuCSRQYBYvNoosl9DBUyz19vBfRNhbvEuQSwZvioXC9uQeHpqs1JQQmza7NJGB-WxGxgmntnWIB3UghBHTneI0bMgbu4VvLCN_sW74yjTYYMvph/s1600/bombdotcomhat.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilV0Hkafujhtq6i47C86jopFmePd1mZRuCSRQYBYvNoosl9DBUyz19vBfRNhbvEuQSwZvioXC9uQeHpqs1JQQmza7NJGB-WxGxgmntnWIB3UghBHTneI0bMgbu4VvLCN_sW74yjTYYMvph/s320/bombdotcomhat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589354841992272610" border="0" /></a>If you catch me poolside this Summer, you can bet your knickers I'll be sportin' this little beauty. I picked her up for a whopping $6.50 (plus tax of course) at Forever21 a few days ago while I was shopping with my main girl Chelsea and her main man Nixon.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLStkhFNFCTRdMUXyN5JsUQl0dGolh1qREjbJhxT6dSEpiGjkiRREu3EnWrmgyu6-XHiuI7QRFeII_8UO2Il73hO1mrFA8GvtG7Q_OrLIlh5cI6Q8_B3N6XRxxeePBFVLHfq4fGrzFxc42/s1600/turqring.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLStkhFNFCTRdMUXyN5JsUQl0dGolh1qREjbJhxT6dSEpiGjkiRREu3EnWrmgyu6-XHiuI7QRFeII_8UO2Il73hO1mrFA8GvtG7Q_OrLIlh5cI6Q8_B3N6XRxxeePBFVLHfq4fGrzFxc42/s320/turqring.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589355386355702434" border="0" /></a>This baby is one of thousands of pieces of turquoise I've been getting my bling on in these days. Seriously though, try to catch me not wearing turquoise. Betcha a DDP you can't. I've taken on my oldest sister's Indian ways and gone Turq. Oh and shout out once again to Forever 21 for pricing this bad boy at a mean $3.??, $3.50 maybe?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNm-59_nuLcMaHtn0uqD2Shyphenhyphen5_jlbLHBlcAOamKmLCMslRhGzyZ5D6bSQO0s4TuZWrAvTgKeQ9nIl_sYiDxfYzI6TXbKKdEfwTiTN9yvGbeRsrjyGHYVW56pjpJgDci92Qld-s4HL8TMy/s1600/19485275_064_b.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPNm-59_nuLcMaHtn0uqD2Shyphenhyphen5_jlbLHBlcAOamKmLCMslRhGzyZ5D6bSQO0s4TuZWrAvTgKeQ9nIl_sYiDxfYzI6TXbKKdEfwTiTN9yvGbeRsrjyGHYVW56pjpJgDci92Qld-s4HL8TMy/s320/19485275_064_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589359811030666194" border="0" /></a>Soooo I know this little coral number isn't super flashy, but come on! Really? This baby could easily be dressed up or down and accessorized up the wazoo. I'm feeling like this Anthro number is a must for Spring/Summer/Forever.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVfB_9rzFu9MfKqxWe05VQAuFV42SE3wGi0hf4hGTbm9No8p5VaISdF8IP4J85Kz0EAI8Smp9Phi3qSkaAIieIAVfUyxd2m3XVmVn6auUnWdi_p__xc-fGQ_ivyh_yMfCQ_T13595m7hh/s1600/IMG_4546.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVfB_9rzFu9MfKqxWe05VQAuFV42SE3wGi0hf4hGTbm9No8p5VaISdF8IP4J85Kz0EAI8Smp9Phi3qSkaAIieIAVfUyxd2m3XVmVn6auUnWdi_p__xc-fGQ_ivyh_yMfCQ_T13595m7hh/s320/IMG_4546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589356699050424130" border="0" /></a>Homemade pretzels?! Not a spring time accessory but definitely a great success in the domestification process. No Jo these guys were heavenly. And watching my husband toss them in the air and have them land in this pretzel shape? priceless. If you're wondering yes he was in fact part of the dream team that is Wetzel's Pretzels during his younger years. Ohhh yaaa boiii.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_85QPiAL57za1-tzNh5rZbfwYX9uXPJK-9VnJhuJlPKi9XI1xackV8mQSAYJxDueNtrhZojf9ayKwOVLK5wPOtgfppYPb3t8gRktRU1UzeVFAy_bvWmOvHLyWMi6C4g0XGgq1qXw__i-/s1600/IMG_4573.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn_85QPiAL57za1-tzNh5rZbfwYX9uXPJK-9VnJhuJlPKi9XI1xackV8mQSAYJxDueNtrhZojf9ayKwOVLK5wPOtgfppYPb3t8gRktRU1UzeVFAy_bvWmOvHLyWMi6C4g0XGgq1qXw__i-/s320/IMG_4573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589362004740863698" border="0" /></a>Because my heart simply wont let me do a post with out a Brooks pic, here is a loverly shot of my sweet boy doing some weird cuddle up with his sippy cup tucked in his blanky maneuver. He loves snuggling with the blanket his Aunt Rachel made him especially whilst watching Handy Manny and/or Sesame Street.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-43207067233814892842011-03-06T19:22:00.000-08:002011-03-06T19:49:22.221-08:00Vacuums, stocks, lacrosse, oh my!<div style="text-align: center;">Last week, Tyler and I decided it was time to sit down with Brooks and have a long hard talk about his future. We expressed our desire for him to find a career that he can enjoy his entire life, something he is passionate about. In the subsequent days, we found him testing out different career choices.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvS2X_KkeXUevwsmBDxXBJKUo0wY68JwwQJ8bFhEbhsAEwKhukNOjQnEyXp0k5AK_4iNDpVzyBETyhdeU86e_TC1dcgJd7kdBIKZK5Rgs3HTTDRAOr_ZyGmfKyhS2i_zKmbhSq7VnN2Q0q/s1600/BrooksVacuum.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvS2X_KkeXUevwsmBDxXBJKUo0wY68JwwQJ8bFhEbhsAEwKhukNOjQnEyXp0k5AK_4iNDpVzyBETyhdeU86e_TC1dcgJd7kdBIKZK5Rgs3HTTDRAOr_ZyGmfKyhS2i_zKmbhSq7VnN2Q0q/s320/BrooksVacuum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581173463351801314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"> Monday he tried out a exhibitionist/janitor combo, opting to go pantless while vacuuming.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhek8srm3zHpjqzC8VkudMQfBNkIx3J0Nmoirf9189ynqZSk2MgwRepPj3HkdjOWZDnMKu2pDUZNmNi2Ye0VQ2q6B9nvKeVaeQ48wg4LzPqOT1_JilAnG4CKb6UElF0H-bQ71EPUfckwp8R/s1600/BrooksOffice.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhek8srm3zHpjqzC8VkudMQfBNkIx3J0Nmoirf9189ynqZSk2MgwRepPj3HkdjOWZDnMKu2pDUZNmNi2Ye0VQ2q6B9nvKeVaeQ48wg4LzPqOT1_JilAnG4CKb6UElF0H-bQ71EPUfckwp8R/s320/BrooksOffice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581175783461490002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Tuesday he dabbled in the business world a bit, even buying and selling a few stocks.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OAAu6jmomsMwokfowvdPge01nXu74MjJniHs5K6QbmQ6IBoSk54-6acO3oJVrGbbSvBZhnyIm20tzs97UN03mHmTvU73v_l39iFe6w75Z7IAqpWH6BVuPFkNlP2AOE-e6IRP7qTAjgZ_/s1600/CowboyLacrosseBrooks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OAAu6jmomsMwokfowvdPge01nXu74MjJniHs5K6QbmQ6IBoSk54-6acO3oJVrGbbSvBZhnyIm20tzs97UN03mHmTvU73v_l39iFe6w75Z7IAqpWH6BVuPFkNlP2AOE-e6IRP7qTAjgZ_/s320/CowboyLacrosseBrooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581177134252880306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Wednesday he tried his hand at lacrosse playing, as well as fashion stylist. Personally, I think he expertly paired his plaid jacket with his pajama shorts and cowboy hat.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">After three days of career exploration, Brooks ultimately decided to just be...</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsAF9ZhUWsVHydbP89-eeZz6Eh_B_X1IeJz9-mF9jZXKG9s3a5pPQxBOzoZSOSvszA8HGV6OfWL3fMQUh0mFmgxODZUBYRw31EP1YG0cK5HwqSR5O4uwQU-P2h6YnGJAn6lfTHj5ddYzz/s1600/BoostBalloonBrooks.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXsAF9ZhUWsVHydbP89-eeZz6Eh_B_X1IeJz9-mF9jZXKG9s3a5pPQxBOzoZSOSvszA8HGV6OfWL3fMQUh0mFmgxODZUBYRw31EP1YG0cK5HwqSR5O4uwQU-P2h6YnGJAn6lfTHj5ddYzz/s320/BoostBalloonBrooks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581179292527373362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">an adorable little boy!</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><br />p.s. can you tell I'm enjoying learning my way around photo shop?</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-79934342706320349212011-03-02T15:30:00.000-08:002011-03-02T15:40:49.113-08:00doin' hood rat things.<div style="text-align: center;">I am a lover of Rob and Big, I mean like really I love them both. So as soon as we decided on a name, and realized his initials would be BB, we had to buy him a Big Black onesie. Little did I know, it would influence the rest of his life...<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZTuRORKo2ca8nj03v6YVrZYMBaX6ubWpV6Bj5Ho47TM96MraykZwwx5j76xybPoxDXHr0eWd0yUTztTMVVeEM5LTRD690Ik7GrmXv4Bo4YmYLPgAfLO_vce7IotfZalY4ME9XKb9_Nsu/s1600/IMG_1109.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZTuRORKo2ca8nj03v6YVrZYMBaX6ubWpV6Bj5Ho47TM96MraykZwwx5j76xybPoxDXHr0eWd0yUTztTMVVeEM5LTRD690Ik7GrmXv4Bo4YmYLPgAfLO_vce7IotfZalY4ME9XKb9_Nsu/s320/IMG_1109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579629738197903762" border="0" /></a>The classy bum of Brooksy's Big Black onesie<br /><br /><br />Well let's flash forward nearly two years after this delightful number was purchased, shall we?<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoVp4pSTyJvV6qDS83zq2FIpybHLn-0goFjpnNS6L-_BH-f9pUnK_Zl2HaXqqFFWHwN1y9egivMI1iPp7tDIJUNM-ui7yHLRRQh5mpSsk9fjhwMJwZHXCKgOfL2V8rAjKHgMRIBjJjVMM/s1600/IMG_4532.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVoVp4pSTyJvV6qDS83zq2FIpybHLn-0goFjpnNS6L-_BH-f9pUnK_Zl2HaXqqFFWHwN1y9egivMI1iPp7tDIJUNM-ui7yHLRRQh5mpSsk9fjhwMJwZHXCKgOfL2V8rAjKHgMRIBjJjVMM/s320/IMG_4532.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579630610114075138" border="0" /></a>If you'll notice the letters that are clumped together at the bottom of the fridge, if arranged correctly, would spell out "Whats up G" Really Brooks? Really? We're going that route are we?<br /><br />Sheesh. You can take a girl out of the Arrowhood but you can't take the hood out of her son...or something like that.<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-36520992560485413552011-02-27T18:53:00.001-08:002011-02-27T18:59:53.885-08:00It's my party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYVEz3-hOx8wVUQ_7q06lW6aY20wunyeNZ5Hm0j7PnbHgbNJ00i52ejeAILyRRg1rSZ7DdMzUilj2uUnh9BACtM9EuPkPHy0O8-JgjqJZvNk3eBdBP7RcsWGGV1Ifatl1W-vdLapTXYuo/s1600/Photo+3.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Hi, my name is Janey and I'm addicted to celebs. There, I said it. I am as out of the closet as Elton John. Now that that is out of the way lets get right to it.<br /><br />For an addict such as I, Oscars night is a big deal, so when the hubs revealed to me he had to work all night I was crushed. No Oscars party?! No homemade Oscars shaped chocolates?! No fake red carpet?! So, I did what any other respectable celeb addict would do. I came home, I slapped on my brightest red lipstick, lined my eyes with glittery green, threw on some fake gems, and put on my PJs to watch the glory unfold.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYVEz3-hOx8wVUQ_7q06lW6aY20wunyeNZ5Hm0j7PnbHgbNJ00i52ejeAILyRRg1rSZ7DdMzUilj2uUnh9BACtM9EuPkPHy0O8-JgjqJZvNk3eBdBP7RcsWGGV1Ifatl1W-vdLapTXYuo/s1600/Photo+3.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIYVEz3-hOx8wVUQ_7q06lW6aY20wunyeNZ5Hm0j7PnbHgbNJ00i52ejeAILyRRg1rSZ7DdMzUilj2uUnh9BACtM9EuPkPHy0O8-JgjqJZvNk3eBdBP7RcsWGGV1Ifatl1W-vdLapTXYuo/s320/Photo+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578569245718753202" border="0" /></a>They like me! They really, really like me!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVamhyphenhyphenayixqjLFbwrRfKw6aFLxLmkaaXiLOL2uTjVvIymgknV6QpHGqihawrWFGIyhIpKHK3i1eeO36HpZlNpw67zV99ytE-2TdfGAoA3f66UEgjdSwaUn58l6MSCRfeElKmCXVq8QhHg1/s1600/Photo+4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVamhyphenhyphenayixqjLFbwrRfKw6aFLxLmkaaXiLOL2uTjVvIymgknV6QpHGqihawrWFGIyhIpKHK3i1eeO36HpZlNpw67zV99ytE-2TdfGAoA3f66UEgjdSwaUn58l6MSCRfeElKmCXVq8QhHg1/s320/Photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578569401029898354" border="0" /></a><br />Oh dawwling I said shaken, not stirred.<br /><br />I hope your Oscars night was far less pathetic than mine.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-15868012467160632952011-02-24T15:30:00.001-08:002011-02-24T15:52:40.825-08:00Indulge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhx7u5GZl_vg5rVQhgfp_yhH7M2o32NIShAZjiHik4IHIhh7zg9s-Ev9mg4coCOHO4LRb3MF359Rh9y7hS_DvFNyNPojMjDLwnF8ThY2zYG9jH6g1fAUO-D9ziinkZ9hZUFu9TT91DzEq/s1600/IMG_3961.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">As of late I have become a real cheap-o. Most everyone in my family is pretty thrifty, but unfortunately I didn't obtain the frugal gene. That being said, married life has slowly but surely turned me into a much more money conscience person. I say slowly but surely, because the first year of our marriage I was still withdrawing small amounts of money at a time to feed obsessions like $30 lip gloss and a never ending closet of brand-new-tag-still-on clothes. Its okay guys, Tyler knows about it now, and we survived so no harm no foul right? Anyway, back to the topic at hand.I really have been trying my hardest to save every extra nickel and dime lately, using coupons on top of coupons, not buying non-necessities, and unfortunately I have slowed down my clothes addiction considerably.<br /><br />A few weeks ago, all this not buying things I don't need business was really getting me down. I'm telling you, I could practically hear SanTan Mall calling my name. To ease my pain a bit, I decided to go to Marshall's to wander around and see if there was anything I needed that was reasonably priced, and hello everything in that freaking store is reasonably priced! As soon as I walked in I started grabbing crap off the shelves, new dishes, perfume, shoes for me, clothes for Brooks, the works. I was completely relapsing. As I was walking to the checkout stand with probably $150 of crap I didn't need, a little book called "An Indulgence a Day" caught my eye. Hmm....indulge daily you say? I liked the sound of it. Even better, when I turned to look at the price it was only $1! So I ditched my cart of nothingness, spent my dollar and went home to start indulging.<br /><br />I'll be honest and say that not all of the ideas in the book are great, or can even be done in one day, (umm should we talk about the fact they suggest backpacking through Europe? like seriously in a day?) but the idea of the book is <span style="font-size:130%;">fabulous</span>. Instead of retail therapy, as of late I have been experimenting in <span style="font-style: italic;">indulgence</span> therapy. Most often it means nothing more than a bubble bath, a diet dr.pepp, and a good book, but hey it keeps me sane and my wallet fat!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2G6cUjq0wR3vfC5rKwjLtexdZOIgM7IKzDePPEJn1XVPvjLfeCXKq0KancpE7NHN1VTnby94WsE9ms6g3GIm3cEzTrj38YKEPSQLHWNxgC57Xp-YfPFI__0LBwf7Jx6ch4T62FCWwSnv/s1600/IMG_3963.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK2G6cUjq0wR3vfC5rKwjLtexdZOIgM7IKzDePPEJn1XVPvjLfeCXKq0KancpE7NHN1VTnby94WsE9ms6g3GIm3cEzTrj38YKEPSQLHWNxgC57Xp-YfPFI__0LBwf7Jx6ch4T62FCWwSnv/s320/IMG_3963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577407573174550482" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhx7u5GZl_vg5rVQhgfp_yhH7M2o32NIShAZjiHik4IHIhh7zg9s-Ev9mg4coCOHO4LRb3MF359Rh9y7hS_DvFNyNPojMjDLwnF8ThY2zYG9jH6g1fAUO-D9ziinkZ9hZUFu9TT91DzEq/s1600/IMG_3961.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhx7u5GZl_vg5rVQhgfp_yhH7M2o32NIShAZjiHik4IHIhh7zg9s-Ev9mg4coCOHO4LRb3MF359Rh9y7hS_DvFNyNPojMjDLwnF8ThY2zYG9jH6g1fAUO-D9ziinkZ9hZUFu9TT91DzEq/s320/IMG_3961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577407781313063970" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Overall, what I'm trying to say here people is indulge yourself. Especially you mothers or students or generally hardworking people. Put the kids to bed 30 mins early, tell your husband to shoo, and just be. I am telling you it is uh-may-zing. I mean check out these hot pics of me indulging. A face mask, a mayo and olive oil hair treatment, and some treats? yes please!</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuhx7u5GZl_vg5rVQhgfp_yhH7M2o32NIShAZjiHik4IHIhh7zg9s-Ev9mg4coCOHO4LRb3MF359Rh9y7hS_DvFNyNPojMjDLwnF8ThY2zYG9jH6g1fAUO-D9ziinkZ9hZUFu9TT91DzEq/s1600/IMG_3961.JPG"><br /></a><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-66373763038298615772011-02-22T20:03:00.000-08:002011-02-22T20:23:32.314-08:00Piles and Puddles<div style="text-align: center;">Today was just one of those days. There were <span style="font-weight: bold;">piles</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">piles</span> and <span style="font-weight: bold;">piles</span> to get through.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yN8jaNIIKeXULSlKfYkPG4abccFWtDwY3uNp5pOBngbx5d-2pEJYZKiUlI6njEYywlxGiSI-TgvEhNXJOB92saGm8Q9w8IgfpL4obzMCvVTbYkRVNhuvNns-86YENUAYVFTCTcitf_yi/s1600/IMG_4460.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_yN8jaNIIKeXULSlKfYkPG4abccFWtDwY3uNp5pOBngbx5d-2pEJYZKiUlI6njEYywlxGiSI-TgvEhNXJOB92saGm8Q9w8IgfpL4obzMCvVTbYkRVNhuvNns-86YENUAYVFTCTcitf_yi/s320/IMG_4460.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576731385226457106" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">First, there was a overly obnoxious pile of laundry to fold.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOR9p7ZothLRHS_3NrnOOLU9aoEqHdaYHyPrv-tBlorK0lqGaCdI5_4jkSux0iodJaLI_MAq143yuUIlndYDs4XTaGWPI03OcVORpV83gqwgRMcyKpOmqZAsqBZwuCiD4BoL6z4YcJdF4/s1600/IMG_4461.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYOR9p7ZothLRHS_3NrnOOLU9aoEqHdaYHyPrv-tBlorK0lqGaCdI5_4jkSux0iodJaLI_MAq143yuUIlndYDs4XTaGWPI03OcVORpV83gqwgRMcyKpOmqZAsqBZwuCiD4BoL6z4YcJdF4/s320/IMG_4461.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576732073192324530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Next, came the seriously distressing pile of mail a.k.a <span style="font-style: italic;">bills</span> to sort.<br /></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnzO_vgVWEDQgOBI2WHtfiY-ptYl8ev8-QfqqeEf6lrkcJ53UmhIxWE4hWkGAibvsBUA9A2CSbI6rEoQhoztjLiQFro__In1Sqs4XjBPVfvbxRmUVtPS4pTQAC6a5TDRMLPKqyGApegfL/s1600/IMG_4464.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnzO_vgVWEDQgOBI2WHtfiY-ptYl8ev8-QfqqeEf6lrkcJ53UmhIxWE4hWkGAibvsBUA9A2CSbI6rEoQhoztjLiQFro__In1Sqs4XjBPVfvbxRmUVtPS4pTQAC6a5TDRMLPKqyGApegfL/s320/IMG_4464.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576732560486320162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Lastly, there was my personal favorite, and by favorite I mean least favorite pile.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;">dishes</span>.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;">By this time of the day my patience was running thin. My sweet baby boy is becoming a little bit less sweet and a lot more boy and this combined with my piles of piles put me in a bit of a <span style="font-style: italic;">mood</span>, if you will.</span> <span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br />I really didn't want the mundane to ruin my day so I grabbed a few essentials, headed outside with B, and said goodbye to piles and hello to puddles!<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-XTsL88cLn8WkFYKz1bf5U1v98QxOMvTntFcs1GvGo75Egaq_YbiEjuG3KCEPFs0uJsStoziqFca38m0k13bOHnO04EADV5dROLadF1_CtOXlJj_QG8qMgl6PxAK_0UprZgxHBwl6ikN/s1600/IMG_4392.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-XTsL88cLn8WkFYKz1bf5U1v98QxOMvTntFcs1GvGo75Egaq_YbiEjuG3KCEPFs0uJsStoziqFca38m0k13bOHnO04EADV5dROLadF1_CtOXlJj_QG8qMgl6PxAK_0UprZgxHBwl6ikN/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576734541956888802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">How could this face not cheer you up?</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb61gm4rutDPEp6ACR8CaFrl63cZR18NORyFFHTkmh5mKMYTQUyi-xzi6tjbyjYPGRdMFnxQ7hrvErZY-e8H-7IQkMAXa7_l90mS91KRhi8L-N5ynvfxvU2stXs3nkE_BRxbkMfwrxMO5/s1600/IMG_4398.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLb61gm4rutDPEp6ACR8CaFrl63cZR18NORyFFHTkmh5mKMYTQUyi-xzi6tjbyjYPGRdMFnxQ7hrvErZY-e8H-7IQkMAXa7_l90mS91KRhi8L-N5ynvfxvU2stXs3nkE_BRxbkMfwrxMO5/s320/IMG_4398.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576734983379540674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">puddles.<br /><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3uT9UYr1UIk55Z2xuUuYuMk6R2oVNbK5Ww7BLXSaEyAjos0Vy1pS3wSYijf0Drgfly2akszYeorCpjPSOqw_gFwa_viVEgGpa2P_9jS_1bROuWX4ceKlPdg-obsgvaBvbP__bhyphenhyphenqNa54/s1600/IMG_4390.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd3uT9UYr1UIk55Z2xuUuYuMk6R2oVNbK5Ww7BLXSaEyAjos0Vy1pS3wSYijf0Drgfly2akszYeorCpjPSOqw_gFwa_viVEgGpa2P_9jS_1bROuWX4ceKlPdg-obsgvaBvbP__bhyphenhyphenqNa54/s320/IMG_4390.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576735111268929586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;">let's be real. this little gem is a mom essential.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-51112217840600122372011-02-08T18:05:00.000-08:002011-02-08T18:50:50.523-08:00Petunia SummerGrowing up I was a very strange child. Not that I'm not a bit off now, but when I was growing up I was seriously "different". I remember specifically waking up in the morning as a kid, probably in 1st or 2nd grade, getting dressed in a cheetah Halloween costume, a pair of tap shoes, and bright red lipstick and walking down to the kitchen to get breakfast like it aint no thang. Not only that but I was extreeeeemely dramatic. I used to write story after story about family members that didn't exist, family turmoil that never happened, chauffers and butlers that I never had, and the list goes on and on.<br /><br />Ask any of my siblings and they could probably spout off a dozen or so tales of me wearing my red lipstick and fishnet stockings to Elementary school, writing poetry about my parent's divorce (my parents are not divorced, never were divorced, and as far as I know were never close to divorce) in 2nd grade, my imaginary friend Sanda who died in several different tragic accidents, or sobbing about the death of my grandpa in 5th grade when mind you he died when I was 3, therefore I had no real memory of him or his death at all. I really was a weird little kid.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUMPFAsf8iahXQSG7LX-vy3hwmg_Wgwdgwju1w-DnyHihOSRuGgS9DlPV4nWp0bbkoWa0NoLcfLHWnDXPZ2oZZ-Q7f0Vw5Dw1yvcB2vxrlx5zZL1f3B2b9_Afm7tq0PC9cGss9UCojOxn/s1600/IMG.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtUMPFAsf8iahXQSG7LX-vy3hwmg_Wgwdgwju1w-DnyHihOSRuGgS9DlPV4nWp0bbkoWa0NoLcfLHWnDXPZ2oZZ-Q7f0Vw5Dw1yvcB2vxrlx5zZL1f3B2b9_Afm7tq0PC9cGss9UCojOxn/s320/IMG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571516551548529378" border="0" /></a><br />The great thing about all of this, is that my mother always encouraged me to write out all the crazy little thoughts in my head. My first journal ever dates back to 1994 when I was only 5 years old, and the daily writings continued all the way through high school. It is so fascinating to look back at the innerworkings of a 7-year-old nut job and see just how kooky I really was. Because I find them to be so hilarious I feel that its necessary to share with the blog world some samplings from my journals. About once a week I'll be sharing an entry from volumes 1-11 of my journals and hopefully a photo to boot! Since this post is so annoyingly long I will leave today with the names I picked out for my future children on May 8, 2000.<br /><br />Names for Girls:<br /><br />1. Petunia Summer<br />2. Dominique Arella<br />3. Althea Cali<br />4. Odelia Alexandra<br />5. Kamilah Noble<br /><br />If you're wondering how I came up with such beautiful names, they are all courtesy of the baby name book I checked out of the library as a 10-year-old. Who does that?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-73763563919670947682011-02-01T13:10:00.001-08:002011-02-01T13:23:51.780-08:00Happy Things<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWgot7KbHduHDWYQ1GBG-aJxS6viWEENKo5EzHB-CpVaAhNqo8PUl8SfZlyjQc3pYN4nZofLDPSQdoYRIz9LiJ5CPzah9LSrphjk6lyS_dbLOxnBdSgiZtVZhBwrBLkBL7XErM00B9x4N/s1600/IMG_4325.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Without getting into too much detail, lets just say 2011 has not started out quite as lovely as I thought it would. To give you a small idea of the occurrences at the Bowyer home that are making me blue, I have been sick 3 times, Ty's less than 5 year old truck needs thousands of dollars of transmission repair, and through all of my running and new working out (and being sick!) I have gained four pounds. Awesome!<br /><br />Like always though, with the bad there is always a bit of light. Here are some things bringing me invaluable joy.<br /><br />My ABC wall!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQKbuvAvOgbdrOjNbAg90g0e6jm4stU0d7bNLLSV7n3guzO9ZGyUpAZd8XcvhgIbbiQqf89KYV-Gqc5ZPHBmERcM7ET8Jkyiv7TFkFKMRxdazSTNqB19YSelh9U8bVDGxp3lB26NubD1D/s1600/IMG_4021.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjQKbuvAvOgbdrOjNbAg90g0e6jm4stU0d7bNLLSV7n3guzO9ZGyUpAZd8XcvhgIbbiQqf89KYV-Gqc5ZPHBmERcM7ET8Jkyiv7TFkFKMRxdazSTNqB19YSelh9U8bVDGxp3lB26NubD1D/s320/IMG_4021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568831772399839586" border="0" /></a>It's not quite finished and I am definitely swapping out some of the letters, but here is a peek (quite literally, as I took the picture with my craft room door not even fully open) of one of my fave areas in our house. I think its loverly.<br /><br /><br />Brooks Everest Bowyer, such a gem!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWgot7KbHduHDWYQ1GBG-aJxS6viWEENKo5EzHB-CpVaAhNqo8PUl8SfZlyjQc3pYN4nZofLDPSQdoYRIz9LiJ5CPzah9LSrphjk6lyS_dbLOxnBdSgiZtVZhBwrBLkBL7XErM00B9x4N/s1600/IMG_4325.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWgot7KbHduHDWYQ1GBG-aJxS6viWEENKo5EzHB-CpVaAhNqo8PUl8SfZlyjQc3pYN4nZofLDPSQdoYRIz9LiJ5CPzah9LSrphjk6lyS_dbLOxnBdSgiZtVZhBwrBLkBL7XErM00B9x4N/s320/IMG_4325.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568833267735667954" border="0" /></a>As I learned with this little experience, sometimes little boys doing little naughty things are okay, and can actually be....dare I say it? cute! He emptied a container of baby powder, then pranced his little footsies through it, making adorable white foot prints throughout our house. How could I be mad?!<br /><br />The Insomniac<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGvc18e35lcBdEX_-HcMIicENDkxf6LDGXK18uhAX1qn73LmOc_W46b9tZ7wZfAaFwKIGwxEZeTJVaAnzUcenV2jAISJ2Uz928fUEEtO7c7UG-7RhrnwHGOPAGv3XXSavmc8eh-O0lO14/s1600/IMG_4160.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGvc18e35lcBdEX_-HcMIicENDkxf6LDGXK18uhAX1qn73LmOc_W46b9tZ7wZfAaFwKIGwxEZeTJVaAnzUcenV2jAISJ2Uz928fUEEtO7c7UG-7RhrnwHGOPAGv3XXSavmc8eh-O0lO14/s320/IMG_4160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568833926922467490" border="0" /></a><br />My poor husband has serious sleep issues, it started after pulling one too many all nighters for school, and now he is rarely seen in bed with me before 1 or 2 am. I will admit that sometimes it causes deep frustration, but when your sick baby boy can't sleep, its nice to have a hubby who can stay up with him and cuddle him.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-11038848828626910382011-01-17T18:27:00.000-08:002011-01-17T18:28:17.221-08:00Snowilicious<div style="text-align: center;">I'm going to go ahead and try to skip over the fact I haven't blogged in three weeks and jump right into the fun the Bowyer fam has been having as of late.<br /><br />A few days after Christmas, we made a last minute decision to head up to Tyler's parents cabin in Greer with our dear old friends the Farnsworths! On the way it started storming super hard, and at one point we slid off the road into an embankment and were stuck there until AAA came to pick us up. It was too snowy even for the tow truck so we had to shuttle back and forth from Pinetop to Greer in literally the worst storm I have ever seen. It was quite a scary experience but once we got to the cabin we were able to sit back, relax, and have a good time!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibcp-NfTNrpDC54EnqXaqQyh8EqqFzswr4XWxPPYVeemq4jwQPNxBXJdr8wuxWW8WQEbWPiPwFNoxFjwVHuCUTZ6a3-d3iLVL7jhW1hlTGI4N5DvU0pLIGR-m3SP1p-vklwd3vXweS1s/s1600/IMG_4168.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjibcp-NfTNrpDC54EnqXaqQyh8EqqFzswr4XWxPPYVeemq4jwQPNxBXJdr8wuxWW8WQEbWPiPwFNoxFjwVHuCUTZ6a3-d3iLVL7jhW1hlTGI4N5DvU0pLIGR-m3SP1p-vklwd3vXweS1s/s320/IMG_4168.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563344683873940994" border="0" /></a>Okay don't judge me by this picture, it was actually snowing pretty hard so don't hate on my squinty eyes, strange outfit, and poor facial expression.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-OJWho3LLgqMxrwixz0Tvbvnl03kVXwPv-iEJ_Q2sjBKft3x_U-NYEeNCnSCoHZj_T-wiUFmYTk2maMwlkkH8A_E03o5uoqs_k9PoQJ6Zl4KO4ArT4t36iOzIbOLNUt8pRm84MHVe3Y/s1600/IMG_4294.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv-OJWho3LLgqMxrwixz0Tvbvnl03kVXwPv-iEJ_Q2sjBKft3x_U-NYEeNCnSCoHZj_T-wiUFmYTk2maMwlkkH8A_E03o5uoqs_k9PoQJ6Zl4KO4ArT4t36iOzIbOLNUt8pRm84MHVe3Y/s320/IMG_4294.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563344693757312450" border="0" /></a>Brooks absolutely L.O.V.E.D playing in the snow. He and Ty could've spent the whole day out there despite the freezing temps, wind, and constand snowfall.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_wgGvxGmoAqkU9JiWYS5zu7XwNVPINX0dBwaO7_0Y9q_aIdrF55NLFCmWH356bv5WQmuK7CQRb6C9oWWXcct-Q_4G_RrU0G2nFs9ozFWc5TQhrwnPiRfbIUxK573uEwXr8BtbGGqVlg/s1600/IMG_4196.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1_wgGvxGmoAqkU9JiWYS5zu7XwNVPINX0dBwaO7_0Y9q_aIdrF55NLFCmWH356bv5WQmuK7CQRb6C9oWWXcct-Q_4G_RrU0G2nFs9ozFWc5TQhrwnPiRfbIUxK573uEwXr8BtbGGqVlg/s320/IMG_4196.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563344680278708194" border="0" /></a>After the big storm died down, the cabin was left with monster icicles! Tyler broke one off to demonstrate the size of these beasts!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28ii-gUk88FbI9vNSPMgi2qFKXuhhJWuVxYoBrXTat3mLgbwRWw7UB96hkQh-K3REM0rItf59yvYkiu9AjJHFvxXzxktFfHjVk5uWFBhTthHCKyWAg95zqPF9_q2ru8V_nQ83LrCnRco/s1600/IMG_4215.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh28ii-gUk88FbI9vNSPMgi2qFKXuhhJWuVxYoBrXTat3mLgbwRWw7UB96hkQh-K3REM0rItf59yvYkiu9AjJHFvxXzxktFfHjVk5uWFBhTthHCKyWAg95zqPF9_q2ru8V_nQ83LrCnRco/s320/IMG_4215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563344698884860322" border="0" /></a>Our cute friends, chowing down at the Rendezvous Diner! Side note, while we were eating the waitress asked all the families at the restaurant where we were from, turns out everyone eating at the restaurant we were there was from Gilbert! Weird!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV52eEJhyphenhyphenVZmAClLU4gh8VR5Lx29PJXqFh-nbrSMWPOAbz_5eiqFgkA_hqSr5U1putGS5Rqs2lyucwKjz38UHQOh0L2o4IBiZaDkHsjPWcdD0ngDFHBi6cKcTNKkwVpWn6cjudbhy_xTE/s1600/IMG_4237.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV52eEJhyphenhyphenVZmAClLU4gh8VR5Lx29PJXqFh-nbrSMWPOAbz_5eiqFgkA_hqSr5U1putGS5Rqs2lyucwKjz38UHQOh0L2o4IBiZaDkHsjPWcdD0ngDFHBi6cKcTNKkwVpWn6cjudbhy_xTE/s320/IMG_4237.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563344695296613842" border="0" /></a>My cute husband posing for a picture outside the diner. Such beautiful scenery!<br /><br />Overall it was a smashing time, however I don't think I'll be heading back to the cabin until all the snow has melted! Snowy car accidents aren't my fave!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-86021215171616847832010-12-23T20:40:00.000-08:002010-12-23T20:59:48.727-08:00New Job<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkJ8CT8BdfFnZI5Yzzl6Vi4uqZ14tl1CBiD834uhH0jkI8vrgtDsiNn9Z-3JjYoiLXP9gkDtlQ8Ey_8kTyjjLu16of92-tEoEM5hXbumrslwiFfzyVClM-FAvSy3PKVJU7qxnS6Clh5Gm/s1600/IMG_4000.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">About two months ago, I quit my full-time job at Grand Canyon University to become a stay-at-home mama. Since Brooks was just 6 weeks old, I have always had to work as well as take classes for my master's degree. It was so hard watching him grow up and not being able to be there for the growing up process. I missed so many milestones that I would have loved to be there for, because I was slaving a way at a job that I had no passion for. Being a working mom was a huge trial for Tyler and I and we both knew that the right decision for us as a family was for me to quit my job, even though it meant that we were taking a huge leap of faith financially.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Now, after some time has passed and I have settled into my new role, I can honestly say that it is one of the best decisions I have ever made. I didn't know I could love Brooks more than I already did, but being with him 24/7, being able to do mundane things with him and for him, has truly strengthened that love. I love him and Tyler so much and feel so blessed that my sweet husband has given me the opportunity to be a stay-at-home mom. Here is what we have been up to lately....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkJ8CT8BdfFnZI5Yzzl6Vi4uqZ14tl1CBiD834uhH0jkI8vrgtDsiNn9Z-3JjYoiLXP9gkDtlQ8Ey_8kTyjjLu16of92-tEoEM5hXbumrslwiFfzyVClM-FAvSy3PKVJU7qxnS6Clh5Gm/s1600/IMG_4000.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxkJ8CT8BdfFnZI5Yzzl6Vi4uqZ14tl1CBiD834uhH0jkI8vrgtDsiNn9Z-3JjYoiLXP9gkDtlQ8Ey_8kTyjjLu16of92-tEoEM5hXbumrslwiFfzyVClM-FAvSy3PKVJU7qxnS6Clh5Gm/s320/IMG_4000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554106437659395042" border="0" /></a>During Halloween time we bought this "Spooky Gingerbread House" but never used it, so one boring day we busted it out and had ourselves a grand ole time!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VkMal3k6Iq3xZMOKfi-iU_u_eTJhQ-lDthAlhBAvBTeJTQk8uYH1VKn_8defnxa7q5sFO9HItOs6R8ldxc_is29IOP9c5gklZ2YUmte8XjwcfDR4akW8UltdV7AErnZZQENzs48ncnIb/s1600/IMG_4016.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1VkMal3k6Iq3xZMOKfi-iU_u_eTJhQ-lDthAlhBAvBTeJTQk8uYH1VKn_8defnxa7q5sFO9HItOs6R8ldxc_is29IOP9c5gklZ2YUmte8XjwcfDR4akW8UltdV7AErnZZQENzs48ncnIb/s320/IMG_4016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554106921793026642" border="0" /></a>Brooks picked out this cowboy hat at Gymboree a few months back and always wants to wear it. When I was in first grade I bought two pairs of cowboy boots (sparkly black and tassled white) with Christmas money from my grandparents and wore them literally every single day. I like to think Brooks's cowboy style comes from his mama.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzpnr2tNgay6ubMQykXJaaoy3tyROTgxIgUJwGaxeAvsHUNzp7ItfGhuNOJJsla9S3T5wKuZXRjcixnORSOC1zo_IZG18kZKQLOuudP3xsMlbb7eg4yLuTT_5cb3m-LgnduM4L7wQxcIY/s1600/IMG_0249.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXzpnr2tNgay6ubMQykXJaaoy3tyROTgxIgUJwGaxeAvsHUNzp7ItfGhuNOJJsla9S3T5wKuZXRjcixnORSOC1zo_IZG18kZKQLOuudP3xsMlbb7eg4yLuTT_5cb3m-LgnduM4L7wQxcIY/s320/IMG_0249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554107790079192338" border="0" /></a>This is a very, very, sleepy Brooks, just barely up from his nap dragging around his two favorite toys, his big and little sock monkeys! He loves these little guys so much and can hardly sleep without them.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvM1dQr9etHAsfg1vPBIr3P9ti8_ehBQWz11L_NlbnNSMaHQFDWqp99JxEEHRIOjRIDT81bDn-AjU6SiDfFKMLUbkZr8J5PjJsKMXzbhgcglIbrhej1DokajkBknVq0AmHVDCr_7bLbDl/s1600/IMG_4007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKvM1dQr9etHAsfg1vPBIr3P9ti8_ehBQWz11L_NlbnNSMaHQFDWqp99JxEEHRIOjRIDT81bDn-AjU6SiDfFKMLUbkZr8J5PjJsKMXzbhgcglIbrhej1DokajkBknVq0AmHVDCr_7bLbDl/s320/IMG_4007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554108297069770146" border="0" /></a>Since I became a SAHM, I have had plenty of time to learn how to cook. On one particular night, I planned a fondue date for Tyler and I! We have a special love for the Melting Pot and go there on every special occasion, so this was an extra delicious treat. I made a delicious cheese fondue for dinner, and followed up with yummy chocolate fondue and all the fixins!<br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-79278945710247075452010-12-08T11:21:00.001-08:002010-12-08T12:00:07.113-08:00Tootin' my own horn.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTbMz9Sjz1sEjKyJOlaFdx5ipq0fKprYWGAHTLXnJuWkeDxSBJMrrIi-TebMbawZNqbnbli-LAYCTgur5SbU5e4NHr_OJsTxijUunGGFT4eA_ls2FkjTQcIHz90vpPkZHr148eyfcw7CG/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> Yesterday Brooks and Tyler were taking a little nappy nap, so I hopped on the ole blog and decided to type out an "Ode to Janey" if you will, about all the great things I have been doing lately. Right, and when I say "right" I mean RIGHT as I was about to finish and post the dang thing, B man woke up from his sweet dreams covered in vinegar smelling rhea. So I saved my clever little post, wiped the boy's bottom and scooted my little booty right back to the computer to post my newest adventures. Alas, it was gone. GONE GONE GONE. So folks, instead of hearing lots of wit and charm accompanying the pics of my travels from crapalicious cook to Martha-in-training, you're just going to get pictures. Enjoy : )</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Okay I know this is like the worst picture ever but helloooooo who needs to dress up </span>homemade <span style="font-size:85%;">cinnamon rolls?</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTbMz9Sjz1sEjKyJOlaFdx5ipq0fKprYWGAHTLXnJuWkeDxSBJMrrIi-TebMbawZNqbnbli-LAYCTgur5SbU5e4NHr_OJsTxijUunGGFT4eA_ls2FkjTQcIHz90vpPkZHr148eyfcw7CG/s1600/IMG_0254.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKTbMz9Sjz1sEjKyJOlaFdx5ipq0fKprYWGAHTLXnJuWkeDxSBJMrrIi-TebMbawZNqbnbli-LAYCTgur5SbU5e4NHr_OJsTxijUunGGFT4eA_ls2FkjTQcIHz90vpPkZHr148eyfcw7CG/s320/IMG_0254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548398223395251218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Also a terrible pic, but check out this little cutie banner I made for turkey day, it says "Thankful" and is made from scrapbook paper, and twine. I had all the supplies on hand so it was free to make. It was so easy, I still was able to devote my full attentions to Real Housewives of Atlanta while completing it, which is always a must.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cfVsB-q9CTAJHPMfggtPNI5kq41EH1UlEJgcXol3QKEZnwVI9RYm5bJiDC6ob9TYcAf_5-8FLrC_el0ftLZN9b9DcJQNMdBNU59HtSMIh7kRvVmqRUhCNyxkMXKeOgM0i2BcyHhfcDo_/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1cfVsB-q9CTAJHPMfggtPNI5kq41EH1UlEJgcXol3QKEZnwVI9RYm5bJiDC6ob9TYcAf_5-8FLrC_el0ftLZN9b9DcJQNMdBNU59HtSMIh7kRvVmqRUhCNyxkMXKeOgM0i2BcyHhfcDo_/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548398773338497954" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">I handmade all the fabric then stitched it into the gnome costume for Brooks. I even pulled apart cotton straight from the farmland to make the beard. Aren't I amazing? Jkkkkk. I totally bought the costume at Targ, but I DID make the child AND gave birth to him (exactly a year and a half ago today, I might add).</span><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QUBSMTpjsTJLUHAUOeFMu1fph7EejZFdI-4ZgjILtjnLQaUmY4e43EzQQjVe3399P-ux294iBRHN2MMFBaWHtTPlfvkk1ht8sx_kmcdZz0onF5n1jgqTOrH4gfwyxVId2BtXJxqrcrTf/s1600/IMG_0228.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QUBSMTpjsTJLUHAUOeFMu1fph7EejZFdI-4ZgjILtjnLQaUmY4e43EzQQjVe3399P-ux294iBRHN2MMFBaWHtTPlfvkk1ht8sx_kmcdZz0onF5n1jgqTOrH4gfwyxVId2BtXJxqrcrTf/s320/IMG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548399772179238578" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">My latest obsession is m.e.t.a.l.l.i.c.s. Ohmyyummm. So, to go along with this obsesh, I spray painted two of these little beautes in a chevron stripe-ish pattern to go over our nightstands in the master bedroom. Pretty simple, but I loverly them.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4kGsMTHIvDG-_kxYWMuw_FeVCGAYJOR4EVW8zgScdZOXQ_yAvd5etI69PI0SyTUsoxTgnMMz6IrC9yDuBA-MwuCGUJqoqP8SBT7NF98M7UoyD4WAcWnGNS00NPmw9JQreq5niQJMH01W/s1600/IMG_3977.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4kGsMTHIvDG-_kxYWMuw_FeVCGAYJOR4EVW8zgScdZOXQ_yAvd5etI69PI0SyTUsoxTgnMMz6IrC9yDuBA-MwuCGUJqoqP8SBT7NF98M7UoyD4WAcWnGNS00NPmw9JQreq5niQJMH01W/s320/IMG_3977.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548401315589640754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Last, but not least are a couple pillows! I am currently working on all new pillows for our sectional, but only have these two little guys done for now.</span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17EM_gKhdUbEGWJ1fvUK7S6fAqZ3pWg3K4uqm-84MpTOnNb-hVqPMUqsTxJ2sootfwGwDBRvPopCPbUY6U6RmIkBhaaJY-4RTZpFyjsB-RdomvqCCSZoW4DBAYd1pq3222eByLanXPutW/s1600/IMG_3987.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg17EM_gKhdUbEGWJ1fvUK7S6fAqZ3pWg3K4uqm-84MpTOnNb-hVqPMUqsTxJ2sootfwGwDBRvPopCPbUY6U6RmIkBhaaJY-4RTZpFyjsB-RdomvqCCSZoW4DBAYd1pq3222eByLanXPutW/s320/IMG_3987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548402812005212498" border="0" /></a>I have a ton of new crafts and creations to share, but those will have to be saved for another day.<br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-6953096791305845592010-12-04T11:30:00.000-08:002010-12-04T11:39:08.718-08:00back on track<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Officially, I have been the worst blogger <span style="font-style: italic;">ever</span></span> in the past, but watch out folks thats all about to change. There is so much happening with the Bowyer fam that I'd be just plain silly not to bloggity blog about it. So, here's the deal...I am going to give this blogging thing one last try and if I still suck in a month, I'll throw my dang white flag up and surrender my blog. Deal? K great.<br /><br />Now that we have that little problemo out of the way, its on to the fun stuff! Quick familia update...Brooks is doing wonderfully, if I don't say so myself! He's 4 days shy of 18 months and is an absolute dream boat. He is so smart and funny, and full of personality. Tyler and I love him to pieces and can't get enough of his chubby little cheeks! My dear Ty is doing well too, he stays super busy with school and being el presidente of ASU's College Republicans. As for the Queen Bee of the Bowyer house, I have been cooking, cleaning and crafting up a storm! I have dozens of pictures of my new domestic skills to come that I can't wait to share. All in all, we as a family are simplifying our lives and trying to get back to basics. It's a lovely life we lead and I can't wait to start sharing it with my <span style="font-style: italic;">many, many, many</span> blog readers. ( yup, and by many I mean my 3 faithful followers)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-87976369672150846622010-08-25T19:31:00.000-07:002010-08-25T19:38:49.168-07:00just a little sneaky peaky...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuscRM6RblySRSOluuApeHLPxcyG2u3sFFd_vK2gjDQTVFgCxdEuKrp4-IWEA1_FD4Llw5dWtnNLIGJ9vcOXD2VwVmqAjrAll8Z3FI52m4Or_Ba2FnH_AZVR8R_G0PMst7jfY7cSMeFCZd/s1600/IMG_3270.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuscRM6RblySRSOluuApeHLPxcyG2u3sFFd_vK2gjDQTVFgCxdEuKrp4-IWEA1_FD4Llw5dWtnNLIGJ9vcOXD2VwVmqAjrAll8Z3FI52m4Or_Ba2FnH_AZVR8R_G0PMst7jfY7cSMeFCZd/s320/IMG_3270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509541981043642354" border="0" /></a><br />With Tyler in Romania and busy with school I have been crafting up a storm! I am great at taking pictures but less than great about actually uploading them so here's a little snippet of one of my recent projects! If you can't tell (that would be embarrassing for me) it's a wreath for our front door. Lately its been displayed on our sofa table, but whatevs. It was super easy and CHEAP which, hello, is the best kind of craft! I used a wreath form and ribbon from good ol' Dollar Tree, left over buttons from projects I had good intentions about starting and/or finishing, and burlap!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-52097096925866177692010-08-07T20:16:00.000-07:002010-08-07T20:40:39.894-07:00As of late...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKL-iVkpYY3X7447YwbocHdZNq9AvTsmHngCz8vCse44ho4mJUwPvssKClqlxjrTfpy_Tmi-6ano6nmSAfIpw8eNBJuB2kM1WIx53-jGWthWgT-r0eKWKARU-OZY4uFlcRbWze_AYomMc6/s1600/Fosil+Creek+041.jpg"><br /></a>Whoa whoa whoa...I still have a blog? Yikes! So since I think long recap posts are pretty boring I'm going to skip all the details of the Bowyer's Summer and just highlight the main events!<br /><br />Obviously the most important event of Summer 2010 was B's big 1st birthday! I cannot tell you how much fun I had planning, decorating, and throwing his party. I loved how everything came together and it was just so fun celebrating my sweet boy. Brooks is now a walking, talking, machine and is the absolute love of my life.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3rUShqq40h9nNsCjL5yuov8VWt35izxS1fh9mSOcGL61tzD85fptJsNTcUXd-m8aZeV2ltdH8jWg_LA2ACwmT-XVpghcAR-Mma3BCAjn4ZT1O78JiOK4SrslMdtUGRzJN7Fa8j_2CyjR/s1600/Fosil+Creek+047.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB3rUShqq40h9nNsCjL5yuov8VWt35izxS1fh9mSOcGL61tzD85fptJsNTcUXd-m8aZeV2ltdH8jWg_LA2ACwmT-XVpghcAR-Mma3BCAjn4ZT1O78JiOK4SrslMdtUGRzJN7Fa8j_2CyjR/s320/Fosil+Creek+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502876841905463090" border="0" /></a><br />Right before digging into his own special cake!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cgV7n9jlfEeuW5j5wbftLLXU3bY6sR8M57uMjTrH_JsksUsIizt3j5w5TTAGRXA1qJXvjSRV2ENPdmr1apPe5zWVzhHZVMGO2uQWH2PR7lofNfw3-5gDCdOCXQcqI9Moqvjr0jlPcNpV/s1600/Fosil+Creek+045+%282%29.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0cgV7n9jlfEeuW5j5wbftLLXU3bY6sR8M57uMjTrH_JsksUsIizt3j5w5TTAGRXA1qJXvjSRV2ENPdmr1apPe5zWVzhHZVMGO2uQWH2PR7lofNfw3-5gDCdOCXQcqI9Moqvjr0jlPcNpV/s320/Fosil+Creek+045+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502876515736088338" border="0" /></a>Getting smooches from Auntie Mads!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXknQID6Rq6Hd5GGUkyXdYbgEMvjuNoy8pcjfo_Xd1V7HFlzCIco852v1UzaCwPn8Co3Tp2Bjhg5n1Xgo8nD3eUl7E7jPqKaZ2pIyq3Cez7WAU-eBP8fj367GWZfVkhbhfCSShwFC3kE2s/s1600/IMG_1698.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXknQID6Rq6Hd5GGUkyXdYbgEMvjuNoy8pcjfo_Xd1V7HFlzCIco852v1UzaCwPn8Co3Tp2Bjhg5n1Xgo8nD3eUl7E7jPqKaZ2pIyq3Cez7WAU-eBP8fj367GWZfVkhbhfCSShwFC3kE2s/s320/IMG_1698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502876249620215538" border="0" /></a><br />At the beginning of Summer we had the awesome opportunity to go to the Lake with some friends! I was worried about how B would do there but he LOVED it. The whole time we was perfect and just enjoyed the boat ride.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iatDueVsutQAq0uLMrmveIAb3dLP-vTPw3hE_R8kEGTnPrZE3LKXSBnxD0bvdNqymxRRuN46B-BDg7fH89g1zed20lVn3cfPGfoLeAddyM-9vz6-2erKH9ibnkVVMWiLHEDeslZaSfvV/s1600/IMG_3641.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1iatDueVsutQAq0uLMrmveIAb3dLP-vTPw3hE_R8kEGTnPrZE3LKXSBnxD0bvdNqymxRRuN46B-BDg7fH89g1zed20lVn3cfPGfoLeAddyM-9vz6-2erKH9ibnkVVMWiLHEDeslZaSfvV/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502875830357248658" border="0" /></a>For 4th of July we went up to Tyler's parents cabin in Greer. For the past two years we had gone to my parent's place in California but decided to mix it up this year and are so glad we did! The small town parade and activities were a blast!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8Gqdz5yABG4qQ_gdDGKh1BgKeuS-d3Rcr1B2dhjkL_WmTk0XQKo1eBgdwHlfARgbIievgJYAmC3-xhhRd8i96ITLhdqsYSlzf9oJCYjEBg2TcOmB1cjQyAtw8im-tcARxB28ZbTXOc-g/s1600/IMG_3747.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8Gqdz5yABG4qQ_gdDGKh1BgKeuS-d3Rcr1B2dhjkL_WmTk0XQKo1eBgdwHlfARgbIievgJYAmC3-xhhRd8i96ITLhdqsYSlzf9oJCYjEBg2TcOmB1cjQyAtw8im-tcARxB28ZbTXOc-g/s320/IMG_3747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502875396415630866" border="0" /></a>Doesn't my baby look so big here?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlel68bkxXkRZommIqBNrgmpgLT7Vl5FxRv2NPkjpt1l3CYRcAw3rwDVgOfo-4LoRammS9XWAoDN0TuNFCjnUIAISUKlk6hdbeeh9G9gFhQJ2US9BXqeoNo-L-um7YB0Q4aofN6PW1mgUr/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlel68bkxXkRZommIqBNrgmpgLT7Vl5FxRv2NPkjpt1l3CYRcAw3rwDVgOfo-4LoRammS9XWAoDN0TuNFCjnUIAISUKlk6hdbeeh9G9gFhQJ2US9BXqeoNo-L-um7YB0Q4aofN6PW1mgUr/s320/IMG_3713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502874693078234002" border="0" /></a><br />This was right before the fireworks started, Brooks is under the blanket, and I kid you not this is probably the last time hes let me hold him like that...and he was asleep! Brooksy is such an active little guy, he wants to be a part of everything around him! Luckily, hes a good baby just very interested in his surroundings!<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9-sKmIDWjHHCbYbCAdPTtODX0vwu00JUQRC3rLBHvBHcQFJPy3lPIC0k_hH32NjHojZxCxcWGw8IYfn1fJnmlAG4iZ88KmxdzwkfA5wqRVD9UcKr_bO2SLV8DGQwu5RwezPrj_TZ_ih0L/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG"><br /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anywho now that I got the boring Summer recap out of the way, the next posts should be a delight!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1yjCUwxG6zJM3PvWbt4kmxqN32_cDyOn8JpkS4EroyNzONYO6DJ1iW5r7kSscDMtEcGJ8QI1oLLuLW7IZJfrqEMtoEYVMlwdcavCfZQYA1eOaqGlXkLhcFHLZXhhvV5Dvo0HxNP33YL2/s1600/IMG_3713.JPG"><br /></a><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-47827784343242041332010-05-11T18:17:00.000-07:002010-05-11T18:41:30.567-07:00oh mama<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiQX7ac6eNMv6jpS3kXHlCDVZdtT0nOZJDLHkRrULR0sAdNYewKv58ywEkF6pnlFO8VXufSCqQXPVD66ZZhqW13kD_Yst8TXhMKWIvObyG3-OXdhSBlmbREjgm6jH8WducRTKWM_Uxori/s1600/mexiclubpic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghiQX7ac6eNMv6jpS3kXHlCDVZdtT0nOZJDLHkRrULR0sAdNYewKv58ywEkF6pnlFO8VXufSCqQXPVD66ZZhqW13kD_Yst8TXhMKWIvObyG3-OXdhSBlmbREjgm6jH8WducRTKWM_Uxori/s320/mexiclubpic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470192671685873362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwR4fqydwmgkdznCrwsIIrxibJNZsuqx61EPS-_vimUpupCARIObVZPMjPmTUbz7P-4PH-7TYu8nN3ZWXUljn9EG67P_OR5Ye-KTrx7QxXc_jC5BHPbjSTa9fk7pxqraIcRu5gLjPtugN/s1600/Aug+%2855%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilwR4fqydwmgkdznCrwsIIrxibJNZsuqx61EPS-_vimUpupCARIObVZPMjPmTUbz7P-4PH-7TYu8nN3ZWXUljn9EG67P_OR5Ye-KTrx7QxXc_jC5BHPbjSTa9fk7pxqraIcRu5gLjPtugN/s320/Aug+%2855%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470192424269445106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_J2HVG71gK1AT0LiJX-KFsX1-YcbUtSKxP91g8rnlNcA4vo6vrAQoqHLa77cR9ByJTY4-S8OLh-zbyirc5WwR8TJnEhFzLPNf_gdodx72BBTi5Qs5R122zRJWIiWBwAt85g0jeV6xuFwa/s1600/IMG_1058.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_J2HVG71gK1AT0LiJX-KFsX1-YcbUtSKxP91g8rnlNcA4vo6vrAQoqHLa77cR9ByJTY4-S8OLh-zbyirc5WwR8TJnEhFzLPNf_gdodx72BBTi5Qs5R122zRJWIiWBwAt85g0jeV6xuFwa/s320/IMG_1058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470191763533991362" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmhczkw7p8k7OtCoLmtuaF9Tnt_NpbkuV95vMU55DwXCcvR0iso61DX-_Q_D8jFGfDgyc_8RjqwQFWOaH63rrcZDD2ZMiA1V3TpPIhGfXm3FHi6jFVO-hbRk-HRZ6wUyhqlucKSpT-B5C/s1600/IMG_2373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxmhczkw7p8k7OtCoLmtuaF9Tnt_NpbkuV95vMU55DwXCcvR0iso61DX-_Q_D8jFGfDgyc_8RjqwQFWOaH63rrcZDD2ZMiA1V3TpPIhGfXm3FHi6jFVO-hbRk-HRZ6wUyhqlucKSpT-B5C/s320/IMG_2373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470191431922753602" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgb1neun6Gy51qF7ETdQEgLssurO0UPife_tY_eMNDFjVKtBUloe8iKZ2n_a2PrUyT2G8bY7NBfEVCLg3Ycz7tkbs0UlrxOPZwyXu9q-XWVo8rN5btmE-argURY36TKuuv3n0lW9e-rfNK/s1600/IMG_1703.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgb1neun6Gy51qF7ETdQEgLssurO0UPife_tY_eMNDFjVKtBUloe8iKZ2n_a2PrUyT2G8bY7NBfEVCLg3Ycz7tkbs0UlrxOPZwyXu9q-XWVo8rN5btmE-argURY36TKuuv3n0lW9e-rfNK/s320/IMG_1703.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470190447985508914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Once upon a time there was a girl. She was a selfish girl. She loved shopping, spending huge amounts of money paying for nothing of importance just designer clothes and jewelry. Her afternoons were spent at the tanning beds, hanging out with friends, or working out, nothing of real value.<br /><br />Then one day this girl met a boy. This boy turned her world upside down. This boy made her want to be a wife. This girl became his wife.<br /><br />Just a short year after she became his wife, this girl had transformed. She was 19 years old and 9 months away from finishing her bachelor's degree. She was working two jobs, cooking, cleaning, and spending far less money than ever. About this time, selfish girl found out her eggo was preggo.<br /><br />As soon as selfish girl saw the two lines on the EPT she morphed almost magically into selfless girl. Her little tiny baby became her world.<br /><br />Soon her little tiny baby was born, and she spent hours and hours nursing him, bathing him, cuddling him, reading to him. She had to go back to work to provide for little tiny baby and this broke her heart. Even sooner, she was back at work AND school.<br /><br />Her days were now spent up from 5:30 am to 11:30 pm to make sure everything for little tiny baby was just right. Every night she went to bed exhausted, but still with a million things running through her mind. Despite her circumstances she was happy. Beyond happy. She couldn't imagine her life without little tiny baby. She wanted to get up early and she wanted to be up late because it meant time with her little tiny baby.<br /><br />This girl had truly transformed. This girl had become a mother. This girl loved her life. This girl found the purpose to her life...his name was Brooks Everest Bowyer.<br /><br />Happy Mother's Day...only a little late : )<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-42004365080774625232010-02-22T18:43:00.000-08:002010-02-22T19:09:06.957-08:00I choo choo choooose you<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">See this guy?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> I absolutely <span style="font-style: italic;">adore </span>him.<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJtXkP-VDyP96LHYKjtTavl8h4UXjODaODQVsNYvyLhgPUPWqCCM9rFlK4mq3GuMCLK4psT4iULliM5daxSE8xPt4lV0jI1l1Pi60D0UCNRBG5LUG7Wy8XOwTlXqchguLMnaOU2hTOOja/s1600-h/IMG_1178.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcJtXkP-VDyP96LHYKjtTavl8h4UXjODaODQVsNYvyLhgPUPWqCCM9rFlK4mq3GuMCLK4psT4iULliM5daxSE8xPt4lV0jI1l1Pi60D0UCNRBG5LUG7Wy8XOwTlXqchguLMnaOU2hTOOja/s320/IMG_1178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441265605606593058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: center;">This guy also provides for me and my babers.<br />This guy works full-time, and goes to school full-time.<br />And when I say "goes to school" I mean this guy is taking 18 credits and still has a 3.9 gpa.<br />Oh, and did I mention this guy is the new Vice President of ASU's College Republicans?<br />Those are just a few of the reasons I absolutely adore him.<br /><br />.I <3 TSB.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-78018625617029951562010-02-11T20:29:00.000-08:002010-02-11T20:51:43.378-08:00Keepin' it Classy at GCU-Bud Light Tattoos<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mJlswJwnWdxhd6bawzXcM_lqVAJ9DJIyL3b2HRMouTm9EtSW84mZV335kVfSQfoldwjRr9H9Pj1ogU6ckQiytnrOR_aN228DCioJtO21CNvLuncsksp8szuwA22LbZI1hS1tSk_baDP5/s1600-h/IMG_2849.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1mJlswJwnWdxhd6bawzXcM_lqVAJ9DJIyL3b2HRMouTm9EtSW84mZV335kVfSQfoldwjRr9H9Pj1ogU6ckQiytnrOR_aN228DCioJtO21CNvLuncsksp8szuwA22LbZI1hS1tSk_baDP5/s320/IMG_2849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437214419748945410" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">To save money, and to decrease my love handle size, I usually just have a slimfast in the break room or at my desk during lunches at GCU. Well on one such break room lunch I overheard the most amazing of amazingly hilarious conversations. Let me set the stage for you....</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Two women, one with acid washed jeans and birkenstocks and the other with the saggiest ta-tas ever nestled nicely in a way too low cut cheetah print silk top and a black pants exposing a massive underwear line, are sitting talking. Both are in their mid-thirties. They are discussing how both of them have their ten year wedding anniversaries. Now this is where it gets good...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Birkenstocks: "So for our ten year anniversary my husband and I are wantin' to get matching tattoos."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Saggy Ta-Tas: "OMG! That is SUCH a cute idea, what are you getting?"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">Birkenstocks: "Well since 10 year is supposed to be the tin one, were gonna get Bud Light cans, cuz they're made of tin and Bud Light is my husband's favorite beer."</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Saggy Ta-Tas: "Thats so cute! Have you thought about doing something like...I dunno maybe the Tin man from The Wizard of Oz?!"</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">Birkenstocks: "Thats such a good idea!! But I think my husband wants to stick with the Bud Light cans."</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: times new roman;">I literally had to keep downing my slimfast to prevent from laughing out loud! Can you believe it?! People these days! Anyways, I'm sure reading this has disturbed you so I've included a cute picture of Brooksy to ease your poor, now tainted, mind. Enjoy : )</span></span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-79210648213428996562010-01-25T19:14:00.001-08:002010-01-25T19:22:08.098-08:00Blonde to Brunette!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMI7tdC462rbiHMLG_lzLJRN_5R55OXsjaRSS1n-kjdbean3fKh0smFIP1kFAOqhwz9clK1K425lyYqYtMbwHpyRzeEZQCUHY_D5LwqdKWXb1iX4hf4_cNY-zwkO88HbxX3JQThucNgjZA/s1600-h/IMG_3146.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMI7tdC462rbiHMLG_lzLJRN_5R55OXsjaRSS1n-kjdbean3fKh0smFIP1kFAOqhwz9clK1K425lyYqYtMbwHpyRzeEZQCUHY_D5LwqdKWXb1iX4hf4_cNY-zwkO88HbxX3JQThucNgjZA/s320/IMG_3146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430882962049717938" border="0" /></a><br /> Can you believe that this used to be.....<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXW9EJRKPT1IJyzFM_Hmgua1Jqn3ug3ztbmTcSRfqnaeivxK0u6pyWf3hEFVcm1nv3XxxIbI0ukqPSef6HyjizxARnNU173d9c_dLmyQJ_bbl6uA-8uPmji7ePQkjBbcQRCNtbNcEUwxR/s1600-h/IMG_1153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAXW9EJRKPT1IJyzFM_Hmgua1Jqn3ug3ztbmTcSRfqnaeivxK0u6pyWf3hEFVcm1nv3XxxIbI0ukqPSef6HyjizxARnNU173d9c_dLmyQJ_bbl6uA-8uPmji7ePQkjBbcQRCNtbNcEUwxR/s320/IMG_1153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430882049620377186" border="0" /></a><br /> that?<br /><br />I can't either, but I love it. Dying my hair was the first step to the new me, and I could not be happier with it. Thoughts?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3691473332440832373.post-48104835159952513742010-01-19T11:47:00.000-08:002010-01-19T11:52:56.792-08:00New Year, New Blog, New ThingsAs one of my many, many New Year's resolutions I have vowed to be better at my blogging. As someone who holds a BA in English, writing should come second nature to me right? So I'm going to do this, and I'm going to love it. The rest of my New Year's resolutions are as follows....<br /><br /> 1. Be the best wife and mommy I can be<br /> 2. Get in shape (typical, I know)<br /> 3. Craft like I've never crafted before<br /> 4. Change up my look (DONE, I went brunette!!)<br /> 5. Cook better meals, and cook more often<br /><br />So far I think everything has gone smashingly well. I'm posting from work, on my lunch break, so pictures will come with my next post : )Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1